At a young age you learned a vital lesson: never hesitate. Whether you’re rejecting a confession or staring down the sight of a gun, split second decisions have been ingrained in your blood, so when your best friend is brutally murdered the choice is simple.
You’ll stop at nothing to exact your revenge on the man who took her from you, even if it means facing the three men you’d spent years running away from.
Can you survive a deal with Embertide University’s very own Archdemons, or will your dark history with them bring everything you’re working toward crashing down?
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Step Brother!Suna, Iwaizumi, and Matsukawa
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: pseudocest, minor character death, breaking and entering, cyber espionage, mentions of: bullying, mafia dealings, human trafficking
A/N: HELLO FRIENDS! Welcome to the first chapter of my newest series! This is a pretty mild start to introduce the characters and story, so I hope you enjoy it! Thank you to my beta readers @/krystalgaia for looking over this for me!
As always my content is 18+ only MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
Coruscating light dances along the edge of my vision, dimmed by the dark tint of the town car’s window. Someone new, someone who didn’t look too deeply, might be blinded by the falsity of this place. Fall for the mesmeric facade the Mayor struggles to maintain. It’s easy to feel that Ember is an innocuous haven, an escape from the cruelty of the other, larger cities nearby.
But I know better. I grew up on these streets. Have seen the monsters that linger in the shadows of the dark alleys.
Ember isn’t any safer than the rest of this world. Miscreants lurk around every corner, waiting for their chance to pounce- to maim and devour the unfortunate souls caught in the web of lies that surround the city. They aren’t even the ones you should fear, not here. Ember’s real villains hide in plain sight, a masquerade only money and power could keep intact. The Embertide Elite, alumni from the local University. Generation upon generation of mendacity. A hierarchy of outdated principles, harsh expectations, and condescension.
A life I escaped long ago.
I shouldn’t be here, yet here I am, sitting in the back of a fancy car and barreling toward everything- everyone- I had run from. This is a mistake. I can already feel the dread seeping into my bones as I edge closer to the monstrosity that is the Embertide Auditorium. Packed inside of the carefully sculpted bricks and manicured lawn are the best and brightest- Embertide University’s source of pride. In reality they’re just a bunch of pampered bullies, but the world would never view them that way. Their success would blind everyone to the truth, just as it always has.
The car pulls to a stop entirely too soon. My fingers tremble on my lap, vision swimming as my head begins to feel light, breaths coming in short bursts as I glance out the window to the crowd of waiting media workers.
“Y/N.” I manage to tear my gaze from the window, glancing to the front and meeting Tanaka’s gaze in the rear view mirror. His smoky Aegean eyes say everything without a word passing through his firm lips. Fluttering my own eyes closed I draw in a deep breath, holding it for a ten count and blowing it out through my nose. I’m here for a reason, I just need to focus on that.
Tanaka rounds the car, opening the door and holding a hand out. I accept it, easing myself from the seat and standing tall. This is just the beginning.
A single step on my journey to revenge.
It’s an odd sensation, having every eye in the room on you. A weird mixture of empowerment and overwhelming anxiety roars through my veins, my heartbeat pounding against the inside of my skull. I shouldn’t be here. I don’t belong, not any more.
I can feel the weight of the judging stares and harsh whispers. My body defies their rules, a testament only proven by the harsh glares sent my way from beneath their ornate masks. The floor length golden dress I donned for the evening sports double hip high slits in the sides, revealing too much skin to fit the modest expectations of the crowd. Each step I take down the grand staircase showcases the dark swirls of ink that cover both of my thighs. The deep v along my chest reveals the same swirls. It’s everywhere. Down both arms, across my full chest and back, my thighs. A story permanently etched into my skin. My tattoos are just another reason for condemnation here.
I can hear my step-grandmother rolling in her grave. I already know she’d have colorful words about my appearance. Unsightly. Inelegant. Offensive. The marks of a delinquent. I chuckle to myself, frowning slightly at the noise before schooling my features back to their usual placidity.
The hair on the back of my neck raises, goosebumps spreading across my exposed skin. My fists close to fight against the instinct to wrap my arms around myself. Scanning the room I find them, the piercing eyes that have haunted my every nightmare and wet dream for as long as I can remember.
Have you ever jumped into a river in the dead of winter? That’s what it feels like to be caught under the curious gaze of Suna Rintarou, my step brother. I can’t decide if I want to run away or fall to my knees before him, obsequious to his every desire.
I hate it. I hate the way my very soul reacts to him. Aches to be in his presence.
Forcing my eyes off of him, I notice his two best friends Iwaizumi and Matsukawa standing to his left. Their eyes are pinned to me as well. For the briefest moment I feel panic bubble up my throat, my mind screaming at me to run while I can. They don’t recognize me, they can’t. Not with this intricate golden mask obscuring half of my features. Deep breaths.
“Now what is someone as breathtaking as you doing attending an event of this stature alone?”
Turning to the side I’m met with a very tall, broad shoulders man. He’s dressed in a more simple suit, the top two buttons of his white dress shirt undone. A rule breaker, at least his attitude conveyed that he seemed to think so. His mask is as plain as his suit, but the startling chestnut eyes shining from beneath it hint at a hidden beauty that on any other day may have pulled me in. A quick glance out of the corner of my eye confirms my next actions.
If the barely noticeable furrow in Rin’s brow is any tell, our interaction won’t last very long anyway.
“I actually just moved to the area. My uncle asked me to attend in his place. He’s not a very social person these days.” A lie of course. For tonight, at least, no one will know who I am. As far as Ember is concerned until 9 am tomorrow LN YN left and decided to never come home.
I bite back a grimace as he takes my hand, pressing a kiss to the back and grinning at me. “Well then, allow me to be the first to welcome you to Ember, Miss..” He trails off, expectancy written in his eyes as he waits for my name.
“Come now Touma, surely you don’t think that someone so enchanting would ever give you the time of day if she saw you outside of the Masquerade. Why waste your time?” It’s hard to breathe, the sound of Rin’s voice alone setting every nerve in my body on edge. I really shouldn’t be here.
“Suna. I see you and the rest of the volleyball goons decided to come drink the bar dry,” Touma responds dryly, not bothering to drop my hand from his grasp. Rin’s eyes narrow on the link between us, his lips turning down at the corner just slightly. He’s annoyed.
Oh how I am enjoying this.
Taking half a step closer to Touma, I flutter my eyelashes up at him, feigning innocent curiosity. “A friend of yours,” pausing, I duck my head a little, imitating shyness before adding a soft “Touma?” I stifle a laugh. It’s too easy. Anyone nearby could see the way his eyes light up, the little golden hearts that seem to fill them. Barely even a minute into meeting me and he’s wrapped around my finger, putty in my hands. It’s disappointing really. I love a good challenge.
Touma stands a little taller, his cheeks coloring a bright red. “This is Suna Rintarou, Captain of the universities’ volleyball team.”
I finally turn to face Rin, ignoring the sharp glare he is throwing Touma. He turns his attention to me, eyes glowing with a possessive desire that threatens to steal the breath from my lungs. Really, I shouldn’t revel in how easily Touma melts for me when one glance from my step brother and I’m practically a puddle. I don’t even have time to address him before a firm weight clamps down on Touma’s shoulder. Iwaizumi’s thick fingers digging into the boy’s shoulder as he issues a rough greeting.
I’m not surprised when Touma suddenly excuses himself, his face much paler in the face of the three deviants. Archdemons, I muse. A fact Noya had dug up for me. The royalty of Embertide University. A crock of bullshit if you ask me. They’re still the same insecure bullies they’ve always been. The only difference is now they have an entire college campus to terrorize instead of the high school.
“Dance with me.” A command, not a question. Rin’s arrogance has only amplified since I left him behind during my first year of high school.
“I’m sorry, I don’t-”
“You can trust me,” he interjects. Bile rises in my throat at the words. Trust him? That’s laughable. The best goddamn joke I’ve ever heard. But for tonight I’m not me. Y/N doesn’t exist right now, and neither does our history. So I slide my hand in his, allowing him to pull me further into the crowd.
I really shouldn’t be here. If a single glance from Rin had me melting, the feel of his large hand settled on my waist, his fingers on the other hand entwined with my own as he guides me in lazy circles, is debilitating. I’m surprised my brain has managed to function well enough to follow his lead.
The way he’s watching me isn’t helping either. I know that look. It’s just how he used to look at me. Back before everything changed. Before our parents got married. Back when it was just Rin and Y/N. My chest aches with an all too familiar pain, one I had buried years ago. I swallow thickly, forcing myself to watch the crowd around us in a weak attempt to push that feeling back where it belongs.
“Do I scare you?”
Rin’s voice is soft, but the curve of his lip tells me exactly what he wants my answer to be. “No,” I snort, shoulders tensing as the sound escapes me. Peeking at him from the corner of my eyes, I notice the way his eyes have narrowed slightly. Shit. Time to go, this is too reckless. I’m not here for him- for them. I let myself get too lost in the anonymity of the event. A small taste of the life I’ll never have. A life where they’re just Rin, Hajime, and Issei. Where I’m just Y/N. A life without this gaping hole in my heart that happens to look just like them.
“You should be.” His breath is warm against the shell of my ear when he leans in. It sends shock waves straight to my core, lighting a fire I’d thought long extinguished. I can barely contain a groan when his nose presses against the soft skin below my ear, breathing me in. The room seems so much warmer now, sweat beading along the back of my neck. I have to get out of here.
My mind races, searching for an excuse, when a voice clears over my shoulder. Issei stands behind me, eyes raking along my exposed back hungrily before flitting to Rin’s face. “That special donor Coach mentioned just arrived.” It sounds sketchy, the way he puts emphasis on the word special. I’m not surprised they’re doing business here. With the massive crowd to cover their brief disappearance. It’s the perfect place and time for a meeting with Embertide’s mafia kingpins.
Rin pulls away. My body aches at the loss of his touch, his warmth. “I’m afraid I have duties to attend to, pretty girl. Thank you for the dance.” His eyes bore into my own as he lifts my arm, lips pressing a ghost of a kiss against the inside of my wrist.
YN.exe has stopped working. Pretty girl. Holy fuck. What I would do to hear those words fall from his pretty lips again-
I deflate, shoulders dropping. I’m not Y/N tonight. If I was he’d certainly never have called me something so sweet. My permanently bruised heart aches. I already knew I shouldn’t be here. I don’t know why I am letting myself feel so hurt.
Ignoring the sudden need to scrub his touch from my skin, I watch them walk away, getting swallowed by the crowd, I grab my dress and head in the opposite direction. The Embertide Archdemons aren’t the only ones here to work tonight.
Pushing through a side door I quickly shimmy out of the bright gold dress, pressing it into a bag that Tanaka had stashed by the back door. I slip into a pair of black skinny jeans and a dark sweater. Slinging the bag over my shoulder, I creep across the empty campus- it’s time to get what I came for.
Breaking into a college Dean’s office really shouldn’t be so easy, but it is. Or maybe I’m just so used to a good b&e that it seems easy. Suga had hacked in and looped the cameras earlier in the evening, so I slip into the room unnoticed, accessing his computer and planting a program that Suga had designed to mimic his antivirus while providing us constant access to any files he opens.
It is an invasion of his- and everyone he interacts with- privacy. A small part of me feels guilty for what I’m doing. But really if he doesn’t want his computer to be hacked or his phone bugged he shouldn’t be knee deep in a criminal organization with rumored ties to a large scale human trafficking ring. I can write off a lot of crimes, but dealing in people will never be one of them. Whatever happens, he deserves it. He’s just a stepping stone for me anyway. I have much more important heads to cut off of this hydra.
Tanaka is waiting at the far end of the campus when I make it there. Gone is the fancy town car he had ‘borrowed’. Instead he leans casually against his motorcycle, arms crossed over his chest and head tilted back. We’ve been friends for a few years. Met when my father and his wife, Rin’s bitch of a mother, had shipped me off to some hell hole school for troubled teens.
We had only become closer recently, after his sister, my best friend, had been brutally murdered. A shiver runs up my spine at the memory. All they’d even recovered of her was a single tooth and a few nails. Instinctively my hands grip the necklace tucked beneath my shirt. Her necklace. I’d cleaned the blood off of it, knowing she’d hate to see it so ruined. Tanaka’s eyes fall on me, noticing the way I cling to the jewelry.
“Mission accomplished?”
He doesn’t mention Saeko. Like me he knows that nothing either one of us could say would bring her back. The only thing we can do is move forward. Which is exactly why I’m here, returned to this shithole of a town, to willingly face down my own demons. “Mission accomplished.” I grin as I climb onto the motorcycle behind him.
Nothing heals the wounds in our hearts like a healthy dose of revenge.
Warnings: angst- just pure angst, heavy self blame and insecurity, toxic relationship traits, Issei isn’t a good boyfriend, mild gaslighting, breakdown.
A/N: Hello friends! Here is my SFW collab piece for this month! It’s based on the song of the same title by Olivia Munn, I highly recommend listening because it’s just a great song. Not beta read, this Captain goes down with her ship.
As always my content is 18+ only MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
Cigarette inside your hand
Wish you would hold me like that
Breathe me in and pull me close
I can only wait so long
The crowded bar is almost overwhelmingly hot. The floor sticks to the soles of your boots, remnants of spilled beer. Sweat, smoke, and an obnoxious mix of perfumes fill the dense air, clinging to your lungs. Your nose scrunches as someone wanders past the tall table you’re standing around, knocking into you and sloshing beer from their cup down onto your leg. It shouldn’t be this surprising. Aoba Johsai reunions were always a disaster, yet you still attended each and every one.
It’s instinct the way your eyes scan the opposite side of the bar, lips turning up at the corners into a small smile as you watch your boyfriend of eight years, Matsukawa Issei, laughing with his old volleyball buddies. He’s sprawled out on the bench, taking up over half of it. His muscular arm is slung across the back, white button up rolled up to his elbows and revealing the dark swirling ink that covers his forearms. A cigarette rests in the hand that rests on the table, a habit he had picked up from his best friend Hanamaki during your final year of school. His hair is pushed back, the deep black locks even more disheveled than usual, a sign that he’s been sweeping his fingers through it.
A soft sigh escapes your painted lips, burying down the desire to cross the room and perch yourself on his lap, to claim him. A small shake of your head as you tear your eyes away from their table. You’re being too clingy, YN, Issei doesn’t like it when you’re clingy you remind yourself.
The arrival of more of your old friends is a happy distraction. They’re the reason you’re here after all. You have all the time in the world to spend curled up next to your boyfriend, nights out with your friends are less common now that you’re older. Most of them are married or engaged, a few even have kids of their own.
Part of you envies them, the way their lives keep pushing along while you feel as if you’re at standstill. You’ll marry Mattsun one day, you know you will, he’s just not ready yet. You just have to be patient, something he always reminds you that you aren’t very good at.
Do you think of me in your bedsheets
Do they feel the same without me
‘Cause the flame is out and now I choke
As the love we had it turns to smoke
“So where’s Matsukawa at YN? Working the late shift?” One of your friends voices the question you know they’ve all been avoiding. They know he’s here, it’s almost impossible to miss the raucous laughter from their table, the high pitched whines from Oikawa when they tease him. As if they knew they were being talked about the sound of their voices carries through the densely packed space. “Oh! He is here after all!” A frown forms on her bright red lips as she turns back to face you. “What are you doing over here? Go spend time with your man!”
It’s difficult to hide your grimace, your disappointment. “Nah, he’s having fun catching up with his friends,” you reply nonchalantly, trying to brush her curiosity off, but she doesn’t get the hint.
“Oh come on, we all know he and Makki see each other every day and Iwaizumi is here at least every weekend. And they’re your friends too YN! You should be catching up with them just as much as he is!”
Shaking your head, you force a smile. “If he wants me there, he’ll come get me.”
This is what you hate the most. The pity in her eyes as she finally fully looks at you. It must be easy to see how badly you want to be over there, how conflicted you feel about your boyfriend not wanting you there. If only you had a better poker face, a mask to hide behind to avoid that look in her eyes as she decides to change the subject. Nothing hurts worse than having people feel sorry for you.
The night is a whirlwind of reminiscent tales and new stories that have to be shared. It’s easy to get lost like this, to forget the envy as you allow yourself to live vicariously through them for just a moment.
You could tell them about the job offer you received. That’s group chat worthy. They’d all freak out, fawning over you with proud smiles on their faces. But you won’t. What’s the point in sharing the news when you already declined the offer? It was too far away. You couldn’t ask Issei to move to the other side of the country with you. He’s working too hard to build a life here and you respect that. His dreams are more important right now, yours can wait.
You push the thought aside, ignoring the pang of… whatever that just shot through your heart and focusing on their stories. Your mind moves from one imagined future to the next, filling your heart with a hopefulness you hadn’t known in months. One day you’ll have stories to tell of your own, happy news to share in your group chat, you know it. You just have to be patient.
That bubble of sanguine joy shatters into pieces at the end of the night. You turn from your friend group, eyes falling across the much emptier bar. Except much like the bar, the table where your boyfriend had sat with his friends is vacant, the tabletop wiped clean as if no one had even occupied the space. Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion as you dig your phone out, bringing the screen to life in search of a missed call or text.
Instagram notifications, emails, a text from your coworker about a project you’d been working on. There isn’t even a hint of Issei attempting to contact you, of him remembering that you’d come here together. A part of you hopes he’d just ridden back with Iwaizumi and the others, but as you step into the sparse parking lot, scanning for the familiar make of your car, that hope burns out.
With shaking fingers you order an Uber. Your mind shouldn’t instantly conjure excuses for him, you should be able to grab on to the anger you feel as you stand in the freezing cold, snow falling down around you, but you can’t. You justify his actions without a second glance. Because he loves you. He’d never leave you behind like this, he was probably just harassed into some late night shenanigans with the boys. He forgot to text you about it, that’s all.
God you sound so clingy. It’s not like he has to tell you where he’s going all the time. He deserves to have his own space, his own life outside of your relationship. Guilt drowns out any lingering fragments of your anger. You’re such an obnoxious girlfriend, always wanting to be touching him. Hovering around him whenever he’s nearby. You just need to chill out, take a deep breath and relax. He loves you, you know he does.
Is it true you love me yes or no
‘Cause back in June you told me so
And now I’m in your house alone
The embers burn my body slow
You hadn’t even registered that you’d given the driver Issei’s address until you pulled up outside of the familiar building. You’re torn between paying for the extra trip back to your own place or heading upstairs and waiting for him to come home. The impatience of the driver makes the decision for you, and you find yourself standing before his door moments later. Deep breaths, he’s your boyfriend of course he wants you here. Right?
As your hand wraps around the doorknob, you hear voices inside. You still, listening. Maybe someone had broken in. Oh god, what if someone is robbing his apartment? The familiar gruff drawl of Issei’s voice relaxes your tense shoulders, immediately easing your worries. He must have made it home before you could get here!
“Dude, did you text YN and tell her you left?” Makki’s voice rings loudly through the apartment. The con of their shared space is the thin walls. It has led to some rather awkward mornings. Awkward for you anyway, Makki never seems bothered by it.
“No. She’s a big girl, she can find a ride home.” Aww, it’s so nice to hear Issei vouching for how responsible you are. You’d hate it if he babied you after all.
“What are you doing Matsukawa?” This time it’s Iwaizumi who’s speaking. Oh, they all must be here. A nice little after party for the legendary Seijoh Four. Maybe you should call for another Uber and go home after all, better to not interrupt them.
Yet your feet don’t move. You don’t quite know why, but the exasperation in Iwaizumi’s voice has you rooted to the spot. You shouldn’t be eavesdropping on their conversation, it’s so rude, a real invasion of all of their privacy. So why won’t your feet move? And why is your heart beating so fast that it almost hurts?
“What?” You hear Issei respond dumbly, obviously not knowing what point his friend is trying to make.
“Come on dude, you’ve bailed on her for weeks now. Even tonight. You didn’t even glance her way once,” Makki replies.
He’s just been busy, you want to say. His friends don’t understand, but you do. They don’t know him like you do.
“When’s the last time you took her out on a date? Had more than just a late night quickie cause jerking off wasn’t cutting it? It’s pretty easy to see that this ship has sailed. Just cut the poor girl loose already, she deserves to be happy. ” Iwaizumi’s words cut through you like a serrated knife- slow and painful.
No. They’re wrong. You want to pull open the door, to convince his friends that things aren’t like that. Issei loves you, he’s always loved you. You’re the one, you’re his person. Sure, dates are rare and the sex is quick but he’s just been busy. He’s working toward a better life for both of you. Why can’t they see how hard he’s trying for you?
“Mattsun you can’t just reply with a shrug. Are you really just going to keep dragging YN-Chan along when you know that you don’t love her the way she loves you?”
Oikawa. What does he know? He lives halfway across the fucking world! He has no right to make a claim like that. He’s probably jealous, yeah that’s it- he can’t find what you and Issei have so he’s trying to stir shit up. They all are. Issei loves-
“What the fuck am I supposed to say? Sorry YN I don’t love you? Actually looking back I don’t think I ever loved you, you were just convenient? We all know I can’t handle this shit. I’ve tried. She’ll cry, I’ll feel bad and take it all back. It’s a never ending cycle that I’m just stuck in.”
You know that weightless, still, quiet that comes when you submerge your entire body beneath the surface of the pool? When the world just fades away and all that’s left is your own thoughts and the burning in your lungs as you hold your breath just to feel it longer? That’s your world right now.
Nothing registers. Not the voices carrying from the apartment. Not the way your purse drops, spilling across the carpet beneath your feet. Not the movement of your feet across the pavement. Not the wet tracks of tears pouring down your cheeks. Not the sting of the cold winter air.
The only thing you can comprehend is Issei’s words as they rattle around in your head. “You were just convenient.” Like nabbing a parking spot close to the store, or finding a really good restaurant right next to where you work. You’re convenient.
Do you think of me in these bedsheets
Do you hear me babe I’m screaming
‘Cause I thought I loved you now I know
That good love shouldn’t turn to smoke
The sky is dark. The occasional star somehow breaks through the thick layer of city hunk that lingers in the air over Sendai. It Isn’t as bad as Tokyo, you imagine, where the city lights would drown out the stars before the smog even has a chance to.
You picture Tokyo being louder too, constantly abuzz with some form of life. Not the quiet that covers Sendai after midnight. It would be harder to feel this lost in a city filled with so much life.
You aren’t sure how long you’ve been sitting on the park bench, but based on the hefty layer of snow covering your legs and hat it has to have been awhile. You can’t feel your nose, and your cheeks are stiff from crying. You flex your gloves fingers, trying to loosen the stiffness, a side effect of the cold setting in.
Your phone buzzes loudly in your pocket, a phone call. You should pull it out, see who is calling. But you don’t. You can’t. If you look at the screen and see his name, his picture, you’ll fall apart all over again. So you ignore it. Or at least you try to, but the incessant buzzing finally forces you to face this.
It isn’t his name, or his face. It’s Iwaizumi’s. It still hurts just as bad.
You ignore the call, switching to do not disturb to end them all together. You have several missed calls from Issei, from Makki, even a few from Oikawa.
Memories flood your vision. Moments where maybe you hadn’t done enough, hadn’t been enough. You should have done more. Tried harder to be what Issei needed, what he wanted.
You can still do it. You can do whatever it takes to be the girl he wants, to become someone he can love. To stop being just convenient and become something more. You can be better for him.
“She deserves to be happy.”
Iwaizumi’s words suddenly resonate through the tattered remnants of your mind. Happy. You are happy, aren’t you? With Issei? With the future you were building toward? Your future together?
It’s too overwhelming, the sudden realization that the answer is no. You aren’t happy. You are complacent. Too afraid to face the fact that you want more, that this life you’ve been building with him just isn’t enough for you anymore. Are you really willing to change yourself for a life of complacency?
Your fingers fly over the screen of your phone as you shove off of the bench, fighting back a shiver as your soaked backside meets the chill of the night air. You don’t let yourself hesitate. Even one second of doubt and it will be just like Issei said- a never ending cycle that you’re both just stuck in.
The line only rings twice before it’s picked up with a familiar, sleepy drawl. “YN, to what do I owe the pleasure of this late night call?”
“I apologize for waking you Osamu-san. I was wondering if the position you had offered me was still available?”
“Changing yer mind, huh? The position is yours if ya want it. It’s be a pleasure to work with ya.”
“I’ll take it. When can I start?”
Osamu laughs, the first sound to put a genuine smile on your face in- well you don’t quite remember the last time. “Yer certainly eager, aren’t ya. I’m in Tokyo at my shop there, so how ‘bout we meet at my shop in Osaka on Tuesday, ‘round 9 o’clock. That too soon for ya?”
“No, Osamu-San-“
“Just Osamu, YN, please.”
“Okay, Osamu. Tuesday works perfectly.”
“Alright. I’ll see ya then. Goodnight now YN.”
“Goodnight.”
I got two more days
Till I leave this place
You’ll stay the same
I got two more days
Leaving here I’ve gotta go
I’m leaving you I have to grow
The light from the apartment building is blinding in comparison to the dim bulbs along the path through the park. You barely can make out the hulking shadow that paces by your car, at least not until his weight crashes into your chest.
“Jesus Christ, YN. Where the fuck have you been? You’re soaked and freezing. Come on, let’s get you inside-“
“Issei.”
Whether it’s the fact that he finally looks at your face or the tone of your voice you aren’t sure. You watch as he swallows thickly. He knows. They all know, if Iwaizumi’s sudden ushering of the other two back inside is any clue. They know that you heard them. That you know the truth.
“I got a job offer for a position at a company in Osaka.”
Issei’s face contorts. He’s probably confused, wondering why you aren’t crying. Why you aren’t begging for him to take his words back, to not leave you, to tell you that he loves you. “Uh, that’s… nice?” He sounds so uncertain, like he’s walking a tightrope over a bed of open flames, afraid to fall and get burned.
“I’m going to take it.”
“You’re moving? To Osaka?”
You nod, turning your face up to meet his blank stare. Your words are filled with an unimaginable conviction. No lingering doubt about your decision, no insecurity about what you’re about to do. For the first time in a long time it feels like you’re taking a step forward, like your life is no longer at a standstill.
At a young age you learned a vital lesson: never hesitate. Whether you’re rejecting a confession or staring down the sight of a gun, split second decisions have been ingrained in your blood, so when your best friend is brutally murdered the choice is simple.
You’ll stop at nothing to exact your revenge on the man who took her from you, even if it means facing the three men you’d spent years running away from.
Can you survive a deal with Embertide University’s very own Archdemons, or will your dark history with them bring everything you’re working toward crashing down?
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Step Brother!Suna, Iwaizumi, and Matsukawa
Word Count: 1.7k
Warnings: pseudocest, hint of blackmail, mentions of criminal organization activities
A/N: HELLO FRIENDS! Welcome to the fourth chapter of my newest series! This is our second chapter from a character’s pov! We see a little history between Suna and reader. Not beta read.
As always my content is 18+ only MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
“Suna!” A heavy sigh escapes me as I stop swinging, searching for a quick escape. The dark haired annoyance that calls my name is perched atop the main piece of the wooden playground, peering down at me through the slats. Her hands are on her hips, her eyes wide.
“What do you want Mai?”
“You should be nicer to me,” she replies with a pout. It annoys me how she always tries so hard to get my attention. As if I’d want to hang out and be stuck playing house and having tea parties. I’d rather be at home playing video games. “You’re going to marry me one day after all.”
“Nope.”
“Suna!” Mai cried, stomping her foot. “You can’t just say no without considering my feelings or explaining why!”
“I’m pretty sure that you are supposed to marry someone you love, Mai, and Suna doesn’t love you.” My best friend Iwaizumi chimed from where he dangled from the monkey bars. He never could stand Mai’s constant whining.
“Of course he loves me!” Mai’s arms crossed over her body as she glared at my friend. She wasn’t going to give up on this nonsense anytime soon. She could be so exhausting when she wasn’t getting her way. Spoiled baby. I knew the only way I could get out of this endless tirade.
“Y/N.”
From the little wooden pirate ship across from the swings popped a familiar head of (Y/H/C). Y/N draped the chapter book she was reading over the edge of the wood, propping a hand beneath her cheek as she met my eyes. “What is it, Rin?”
“Want to get married when we’re older?”
Ignoring the irritated scoff from above me, I watched Y/N’s little lips purse in thought as she contemplated my offer. I liked Y/N, more than any other girl anyway. She never demanded things from me, or whined whenever we didn’t want to play the same games. If I had to marry anyone, it would have to be her.
“Depends,” she finally answered, narrowing her eyes and raising her chin, “will you buy me books and take me to eat yummy foods?”
I snorted, I couldn’t help it. Of course she would negotiate with me instead of helping me out by just agreeing. “Only if you buy me video games and come to all my volleyball matches.”
“Deal,” Y/N beamed before disappearing back into her hideaway.
“Rin!” Mai aggressively pouted the nickname, drawing out the end in a high pitched whine. I pushed to my feet, letting the swing clatter against my legs as I turned to face her.
“You don’t get to call me that, Mai. Go find someone else to coerce into marrying you. I don’t want to play with you.” Spinning on my heel, I strode across the small playground and climbed over the side of the wooden ship, collapsing onto the bottom beside Y/N. She didn’t even glance in my direction, but reached out to offer me my choice of the snacks she usually smuggled in her backpack. Yeah, I was definitely going to marry her one day.
Waking up from dreams of a past I try so hard to forget and feeling as if all of my energy has been drained puts me in a sour mood. Luckily the familiar scent of the gym pulls a little of the tension from my body as I make my way to the team’s locker room with Iwaizumi and Matsukawa at my side. We are a force to be reckoned with when we band together, both on the court and off of it. No one will get in our way, especially not some ghost from our past.
As I pull my practice shirt down over my head, the locker room door swings open. Coach Anabara walks in. His face is drawn in exasperation, his forehead creased and a frown stretched across his lips. A sinking filling edges into my stomach. “Everybody out on the court.” He meets my eyes, non verbally communicating that he doesn’t mean the three of us. As the rest of the team trickles out, he lets out a heavy sigh. “I’ve got bad news, and worse news.”
“Just tell us, old man,” Iwaizumi grunts, his arms crossed as he leans against the lockers. He hates when his time on the court is cut short and he has to resort to finding other means to release his pent up aggression.
“Okay, a couple of the street runners have heard rumors that Yoshida is planning to make a trade with the Fallen Angels. We don’t have anything solid to put truth behind the rumor yet, but given his sudden change in attitude it wouldn’t be surprising.” He’s right. It makes sense that the idiot’s newfound confidence is coming from an alliance with our rivals. A mistake on his part, since we’ll never let him get away with double dipping in our city.
“And what’s the bad news?” Matsukawa asks, brushing off the news about Yoshida. None of us are very surprised. We will deal with our little rat problem later.
“That was the bad news.” My jaw clenches tight, that gut feeling worsening and my brain going alert as I realize I definitely won’t like what he is about to tell us. “Dean Ikeda is assigning us a new manager.”
“Like hell he is!” Iwaizumi shouts, jumping away from the lockers with his fists clenched at his sides. “Did you remind him that we own this town, and this university?”
“He won’t budge. Whoever this manager is, they must have something real heavy to hold over his head.”
“And that makes them a threat.” I didn’t like the sense of dread pooling in my stomach. Instinct tells me that I know exactly who is behind this. “Who is it?”
“I haven’t met her yet-” Her. Of course it’s Y/N. I don’t even need her presence to know she’s behind this. That stupid girl. At least it should be easy to convince her to back down after she learns about the trials. “But she’s supposed to be at practice today.”
“We’ll take care of her.” I promise, stepping past him and heading the main gym. I tell myself that I’m hurrying forward with the intent to regain control of my team and not to see Y/N. It’s a lie. She’s always pulled me into her orbit. The ragged, broken pieces of my now darkened heart are as twisted as they are because of her. I won’t let her close enough to ruin me. Not again.
Laughter echoes in the open gym as I step inside. The sound has my heart fumbling over itself, which only infuriates me further. Stupid, useless organ doesn’t seem to care that the she-witch pushing herself into my life is the reason why no one can ever get close enough to matter to me.
Watching her bouncing on her heels in those ridiculous shorts and knee high gym socks, her ass jiggling with the movement, has another organ betraying my anti-Y/N agenda. My teeth grind with the effort to restrain myself from closing the distance and forcing her to her knees to show every single motherfucker in this room who owns her. That smart ass mouth would feel so good wrapped around my cock, but humiliating her in front of the entire team on her first day would really be the highlight of the evening.
Unfortunately Dean Ikeda has decided to make the introduction of our new manager a personal affair. He looks almost as annoyed as I feel as he tries to hide his glares at Y/N. I wonder just what my girl managed to dig up on the Embertide elitist. I’ll be making sure that whatever it is we end up with the same knowledge by the end of the week.
“Ah, perfect timing! Miss L/N, this is the team’s captain Suna Rintarou and his vice captain Iwaizumi Hajime. Boys, meet Miss L/N Y/N. Your new team manager.”
Y/N beams at the three of us, ignoring the obvious anger rolling off of Iwaizumi. Maybe I should let him terrorize her a bit. She deserves whatever he throws at her.
“And why exactly is the university assigning us a manager this year?” Iwaizumi growls from beside me.
I don’t wait for the Dean’s response, interjecting with my own thoughts on the issue. “It doesn’t matter why. She can’t fill the role. Y/N is my stepsister, Dean Ikeda, and as you are personally aware of the requirements for a manager to this team she will have to find a role to fill elsewhere.”
Ikeda’s head snaps to Y/N, his eyes wide as he sputters. He’s obviously looking for an answer from her, but she only laughs before stepping closer. “Oh, don’t worry Rinny. I’m fully aware of the requirements for a manager. I’ve already signed the paperwork consenting to anything you have to throw at me, so you can’t get rid of me that easily.”
Her y/e/c eyes glimmer with mischief and malice as she wraps one palm around my forearm, the other pressing to my chest. My lips tug into a scowl as she glances back to the Dean, asking him to agree with her. His response is drowned out as I am swallowed by her scent, that familiar warmth of magnolia and black tea narrowing my focus to the contact of her skin with mine. Every atom of my being hums with an unwanted calm, the feeling almost like I’m taking a breath of fresh air after spending years trapped beneath the earth.
Y/N’s eyes meet mine and the ground trembles, every heartbeat spent without her at my side finding its way to her and fracturing the world around us. Or at least that’s what it feels like. Whatever intensity she finds in my eyes is enough to have her dropping the contact between us.
Shaking myself of the craving she has awakened in me, I notice that the Dean finally left. Time to let my best friend do some damage. Y/N is underestimating us. Something she is about to learn the hard way.
At a young age you learned a vital lesson: never hesitate. Whether you’re rejecting a confession or staring down the sight of a gun, split second decisions have been ingrained in your blood, so when your best friend is brutally murdered the choice is simple.
You’ll stop at nothing to exact your revenge on the man who took her from you, even if it means facing the three men you’d spent years running away from.
Can you survive a deal with Embertide University’s very own Archdemons, or will your dark history with them bring everything you’re working toward crashing down?
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Step Brother!Suna, Iwaizumi, and Matsukawa
Word Count: 2.3k
Warnings: pseudocest, blackmail, human trafficking, very brief mention of death/disfiguration/amputation/severe injury
A/N: HELLO FRIENDS! Welcome to the third chapter of my newest series! This is our second chapter from the reader’s pov! We see a lot more of Sugawara and the reader’s side of the underworld in this chapter. Not beta read.
As always my content is 18+ only MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
The door rattles as it slams closed behind me, vibrating subtly against my back as I collapse onto it. My hands are clenched into fists at my side, knuckles white and nails leaving crescents in the skin of my palm from the strain. My heart still threatens to beat out of my chest despite the near hour long span of time since I had left the Archdemons house.
I hate them. I absolutely loathe them for the effect they still have on me. It’s been years, so why does my body still quake in their presence? Why is every nerve ending in my body craving their eyes on my skin? The heat of their touch?
Why the fuck do I still long for them? Shouldn’t the shattered pieces of my broken heart be reminder enough of the havoc they can wreak?
“Here.” An open bottle of wine is shoved into my face, pulling my attention away from the ridiculous physical reactions. “Looks like you could use it.” Sugawara stands before me, a half full glass dangling precariously in his other hand. His eyes showcase his mixture of amusement and concern. He always has loved getting a reaction out of me.
“Thanks,” I mutter, snatching the bottle as I push away from the door. My feet drag across the floor as I force myself to move further into the space. The wine floods my taste buds with its dark, smokey flavor as I drink straight from the bottle. I’m more of a hard liquor girl, but the Cabernet Sugawara chose to ease my anxieties isn’t half bad.
I’m careful not to splash the liquid as I flip down onto the couch on my stomach, my face dangling at the edge to cling to the bottle in my hand. I pointedly ignore the silver haired rascal as he crouches before me. “Do you want to talk about it? Or just get hammered?”
“Neither,” I laugh knowing that if I drink too much I’ll end up talking about it anyway.
Sugawara’s eyes lose the amusement I’m so used to seeing there, gaining a seriousness I would previously have doubted he was capable of showing. “You know you don’t have to do this.” His voice is low, cautious almost. As if I’m a cracked mirror who is one glance away from shattering completely.
It pisses me off to be looked at like this. Like I’m broken. I mean I am, but I own that shit. Him walking on eggshells around me makes me feel like all the work I’ve done to become the goddess I am today was futile. He should know that I’m not the broken naive girl I once was. She died shortly afterI left Ember five years ago and I rose from her ashes bigger and badder than I could have ever imagined.
“Suga-“
“Saeko wouldn’t want you to think you have to do this for her.”
Anger and grief swirled thickly through my mind, weighing me down. Each intake of breath strained against the weight on my chest. “I’m doing this,” I said with finality. How dare he try to pull the Saeko card knowing that getting justice for her murder was the entire reason we were even back in this hellhole of a town. I will do whatever it takes to get to the bastard who killed her.
The apartment door thudded loudly against the wall as it was flung open, laughter following behind as Tanaka and Nishinoya returned. A frown pulled at the duo’s lips as they stepped into the tense atmosphere we had created.
“I have something that will cheer you up,” Suga offered in an attempt to ease the discomfort. My eyes turned to his extended hand which held a small flash drive.
“Blackmail for Dean Ikeda?” My eyes were wide with the hope I felt filling my chest. I know that the background program has only recently been installed onto the Dean’s computer, but Sugawara is very good at what he does. If anyone could decode the entire devices memory in just a few hours it would be him.
“Very compelling blackmail at that. And there’s more in case we need it along the way.”
“You beautiful, beautiful man! If you didn’t prefer a hard cock I’d kiss you!” All of the boys laugh, the sound wiping away the lingering tension.
“We have something to cheer you up too YN, does that mean we get a kiss?” Noya wiggles his eyebrows suggestively as he hops the back of the couch to sit on my back. He ignores my sounds of protest as he slides a Manila envelope onto the coffee table. I raise an eyebrow in question as I take another deep swig of the wine in my hand.
“You’re not actually going to like it, gorgeous,” Tanaka offers exasperatedly as he collapses into an armchair across from us. We all settle in, Noya climbing off my body so that I can sit up and examine the package’s contents.
Inside is a contract signed by the former manager for the Embertide Volleyball club. I had asked Noya to look into her to find out why she had left. Not that any of the team’s managers had managed to last more than one season, but her departure was the freshest. The first page is just the usual mumbo-jumbo about daily tasks and expectations. It isn’t until I make it to the third page of the agreement that things take a turn.
The Manager agrees to compete in the Cimmerian trials- a unique competition of subservience among several local Universities. The following rules will be adhered to by all participants in regards to any tasks/events requested of the Manager:
No task or event shall interfere with the volleyball season. Including but not limited to practices, matches, press events, Etc.
No task or event shall interrupt the Managers University standing. Including, but not limited to, daily attendance, performances/competitions, exams, study groups, etc. As such the Manager must inform their Captain of any and all schedule changes to allow for easier planning within the trial.
No task or event shall result in permanent disfiguration, loss of limb/bodily function, or loss of life. All tasks/events that require physical aspects of submission (of both a sexual and non-sexual manner) will be consented to by the Manager in writing at least two weeks prior.
My mouth was drier than the Sahara desert as I reread those words over and over again. Sexual and non-sexual. I wasn’t a blushing virgin by any means, yet heat crept along my cheeks at the thought of performing any sexual act with the three Archdemons. I should back out now, steal away in the night and never look back at this shitty town. But I won’t. This is my only chance for revenge on Saeko’s murderer. And if that means I have to have sex with my ridiculously hot step brother and his equally as attractive best friends then so be it. Maybe I can even use this to my advantage. Let them get addicted to me before pulling the rug from beneath their feet.
Yeah, I’ve got this. No big deal. I’m a goddess in my own right, so good luck trying to break me boys.
Sugawara read the agreement over my shoulder, his face pulling in a pained expression. “Are you sure-”
“Yes. I can do this. I will do this.” I’m not going to let my past define me. Not when there is so much on the line.
“Okay. I’ll work up a new contract tonight and have it ready before you meet with the Dean tomorrow. If there is anything specific you want added or changed let me know.”
“Thanks Suga. Do we have my class schedule? I’m going to grab my books on the way back.”
“It’s right here,” Tanaka laughs, tossing the paper across to me with a smile. I quickly scan the page, noticing most of the courses are mandatory freshman bullshit. The only highlight to the next few months will be the introductory acting course and the accompanying dance class. I may be here for revenge but I’m going to make the most of it.
“Maybe I should enroll and join your dance class too.” Tanaka jumps to his feet, pulling me up from my spot on the couch and attempting to twirl me around the living room. He isn’t as great on his feet and we end up collapsing on the floor beside the coffee table, laughing breathlessly.
“Nah, you’re doing it all wrong!” Noya exclaims, pulling me back to my feet and swinging me over his back. I collide with the couch with an “Oof” before devolving into giggles.
“I think you’d both be better off sticking to working at the gym and running jobs for Ukai,” Sugawara chuckles before falling into dramatic schemes of how to win over my future dance professor to be allowed to join the class.
I beam as I watch them from my upside down position across the room. I know these moments will be increasingly rare as we move forward in our plan to get closer to the man who killed Saeko- the Matador. A stupid nickname if you ask me, what does bullfighting have to do with the gang underworld? At least he won’t be alive to hold that title for much longer, not if everything goes according to plan anyway.
The steps to the administration office where the Dean’s office is located are bright with the midday sun. It feels like heaven beating down against my skin. It’s a beautiful day.
A beautiful day for blackmail.
The stout middle aged woman who acted as Secretary to Dean Ikeda shoots me a poor imitation of a genuine smile as she pushes open the door to his office, quickly scowling when she thinks my attention has been pulled into the room. Apparently she isn’t going to be my biggest fan. Must be the tattoos, with the way she keeps eyeing them with disgust. Sucks to be her with those wrinkles and graying hair and absolutely no sense of fun. “Thanks Dolores.” I take a wild guess at her name to intentionally irritate her.
“It’s Mrs. Sato to you, girl.”
“What was that Deborah? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of me not giving a shit.” She stormed off, her complaints echoing down the hall.
“Miss L/N, I see you’re already making quite an impression around campus and the semester hasn’t even started. I would appreciate if you didn’t antagonize the staff. While your father may be a prominent figure in this community-”
“Let me stop you right there Akio.” I shut the door before stepping forward to perch on the edge of the gaudy velvet seats he has positioned before his large oak desk. “I’m not attending this University using my father’s money so he has no influence over me. As a matter of fact let’s just go ahead and consider me untouchable from here on out.”
“Miss L/N I believe you are seriously misunderstanding your place-”
“Oh, I’m certainly not. Here’s what’s going to happen Akio: from here on out you will comply with every demand I make. If you don’t-” I pause, pulling an envelope filled with several of the more incriminating images Sugawara managed to find hidden on the Dean’s desktop. Who seriously keeps this type of evidence on a computer? That’s practically asking for someone to blackmail you. “I will release these images and all the other pieces of inculpating evidence we have recovered from your p.c. to every local news outlet within five hundred miles of Ember.”
Dean Ikeda jerks the files from my hand, dumping the contents onto the top of his desk. His wrinkled face turns ashen as he realizes exactly what images I was referring to. They’re nauseating- the graphic images of him purchasing barely legal (if at all) boys and girls stolen from around the country. I know that as soon as he loses his value in our plan one of the crew will be back to take care of him. Hopefully painfully.
“I see. And what exactly are these ‘demands’ you are referring to?”
“To start with you are going to appoint me as the Manager for the volleyball club.”
“Miss L/N, given your relationship with the team’s Captain, Suna, I doubt you will want-”
My lips press into a thin line at his assumption that my step brother being on the team will alter my willingness to take on the role. Then again I guess not everyone has been in love with their step brother since before they even knew what love was.
“I am fully aware of the requirements for the position and I fully plan to accept them. And before you ask that does include participating in the Cimmerian Trials. Leave the specifics to me, just make it happen.” I reach into my bag again pulling out the folder Sugawara had placed the revamped Manager contract in. “This will be the contract for my position, it only requires your signature as well as the Coach’s. So make that happen. I’ll be at the gym Monday evening to meet the team at their first practice of the semester.”
I stand, adjusting my skirt before turning to the door. I pause with it halfway open, turning back to face the Dean with a sinister smile. “I so look forward to working with you.” He only glowers in response, shoving the photos I had supplied into his paper shredder with more aggression than the action required. I guess someone is salty about being blackmailed. Sucks to suck doesn’t it douchebag.
A giddy feeling fills me, tingling beneath my skin with the electric feeling of excitement. Tomorrow my journey begins. By the end of the semester I will have killed the man who stole my best friend from me and, if I play my cards right, I will have my revenge on the three boys who ruined me.
Genre: crack. absolute crack. but with a dusting of fluff.
Warnings: mention of insomnia? also burning tongue on extremely hot onion rings, but that was well-deserved.
WC:1.1k
Summary: It’s the middle of the night, and Kenma smells something…s u s p i c i o u s. Could it be you, making tantalizing late-night snacks that make his mouth water?
(A/N): GUESS WHO’S BACK (but not really alksdjfhl). uhh i genuinely haven’t written in ages so please forgive me if this is absolute trash, and i don’t know when i’ll be able to write next since ap tests are coming up, and uhh i’m generally a Very Stressed Human Being right now so this might be a bit rambly and whatever but it’s FINE, everything’s FINE… request by @alpha-beta my beloved <3
Kenma awoke in the dead of night, throat parched. Or, rather, in the wee hours of the morning—technically. He didn’t have the best sleeping schedule.
Groping blindly at his nightstand, he let out a frustrated sigh as he realized that his handy glass of water wasn’t there.
Dang. He’d have to go down to the kitchen. There was no possible way he was going to be able to fall asleep after this.
Rubbing his eyes, he sat up, producing a feline yawn. Belatedly, he shoved his feet into the fuzzy bunny slippers you had gotten him for his birthday last year—pink, with floppy ears and small, beady glass eyes—and stood.
Wait.
He squinted.
There was a faint glowing light coming from outside the bedroom door. He took cautious steps forwards, cracking the door open slightly. No reasonable person should be awake at this hour, much less have the lights on. What an inexcusable transgression. An unforgivable error. A total and complete lapse in judgment—
He interrupted his own train of thoughts with another wide yawn. Fumbling with the handrails, he half-slid, half-stumbled down the stairs, still in a sleepy stupor, even with the light shining from below—exceedingly bright to his eyes, which were still accustomed to the dark.
By the time he reached the bottom of the stairs, he could tell that the light was coming from the kitchen. What’s more, there was a persistent smell of something delicious, the scent of something being baked in the oven. Were those…onion rings?
Suddenly, Kenma snapped wide-awake, his attention sharply focused. Gone was the sleepy, ruffled Kenma: in his place, there stood a Kenma with a growling stomach and a newfound appetite for warm, crispy, tantalizing treats at 3am. He quickly rounded the corner, feet skidding on the smooth wood floor of the rental house the team was occupying, and startling you out of your cooking-induced reverie.
“Eek!” You let out a sharp squeal, not expecting anyone to turn up and intrude upon your midnight snack. “Kenma!”
He didn’t respond; instead, he trotted right up to the oven and peeked inside, clearly trying to discern when the goods would be ready for consumption.
“They’ll be ready in five more minutes,” you answered his unspoken query, sounding a bit sheepish. “Did I wake you up?”
He shook his head—verbalizing things was for his awake-brain, not his sleep-addled and hungry one. You took it as encouragement and felt a bit less guilty about your midnight shenanigans.
As he poured himself a drink of water, you kept a vigilant watch on the golden, crispy onion rings toasting in the oven, careful not to let them burn. They had to be crunchy, yes, but just the right amount, no more, no less; Kenma was a bit like Goldilocks in that regard.
Without you noticing, Kenma crept up behind you and tapped you on the shoulder, pointing towards the sink. After his glass of water, he seemed more awake, his eyes a liquid amber in the fluorescent lights of the kitchen that you feel like you could fall right into within the blink of an eye. The sink in question was cluttered with various baking utensils, onion peels, and a vat (pot, but you sometimes liked to imagine yourself a witch) that had been emptied of its batter.
“From scratch?” His eyes were curious, a little bit pleading.
You smiled. “From scratch.”
His smile grew wider, and when the oven dinged, you turned around, oven mitts in hand, to take them out. By the time you turned back around, Kenma was already waiting at the small kitchen island, a large plate ready.
“Eager, huh?” You laughed at the way his eyes trailed the onion rings.
He nodded, reaching out to pluck one from the tray before you’d even set it down, then hissing in pain as his fingers made contact with the sizzling snack. You were about to open your mouth to admonish him when he stuffed the whole thing in his mouth—after knowing how painfully hot it was—and started panting with his mouth open to try to get it to cool down.
“Kenma!” You deftly moved the tray away before he could snatch another one. “Be careful!”
He smiled, then shook his head, resolutely chewing and swallowing the one in his mouth, which should’ve been about as hot as coal in a fire. “It’s good,” he said, somewhat muffled.
You blushed—his compliments, no matter how small, never lost that effect on you. “Well, they’ll stay good even if you’re patientandwait before you burn your tongue off. Or do you not trust my crunchy techniques?”
He stuck out a tongue—red, but not blistered, you noted—at you, then reached for another one. You were a bit more prudent, waiting a couple of minutes for the rings to cool down. A spark of something bloomed in your chest as you watched this utter goofball, this clown of extreme proportions, absolutely gorge himself on onion rings. His tousled hair glowed beach-bronze in the bright lights, and—not for the first time—you found yourself smiling at how unabashedly himself he acted around the people he was comfortable with.
“Hmm?” He pushed the tray towards you, brows slanted into a question, and you realized that you’d spaced out, probably staring at him all the while. You murmured a small “thanks” as you palmed an onion ring from the tray, now comfortably warm temperature instead of scalding-hot, and absentmindedly bit into it. The crispness of the batter, followed by the sweet, fragrant insides, was exactly what you were craving. They probably would’ve been better fried, but Kenma’s coach would probably have your head.
“You should make these more often.” You heard a small, contented sigh from Kenma as he licked crumbs from his fingers.
You rolled your eyes playfully. “I already make them like, once a week. Any more and our apartment’s going to start smelling like a cheap diner.”
“I wouldn’t mind.” He smiled, eyes sparkling with the promise of a future spar, one that you knew you were going to lose.
“Only if you make them with me,” you countered, the corner of your lip tugging upwards in a challenge.
“Fine.” He was smirking still, the lovely little bastard.
“At 3am in the morning, Kenma.”
“Insomnia. A deadly sin. But I’ll do it,” he retorted, “if you will.”
You sighed in playful defeat. “You’re making a deal with the devil, Kenma, and I’ll hold you to it. Swear on this pinky for onion rings”—you held out your right hand—“and on this one for other deadly sins.” You held out your left hand, winking.
Kenma twined his pinkies—both of them—with yours. “Onion rings and other deadly sins,” he said solemnly, “forever and always.”
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an:yay chapter three is out!! thank you all for the much needed break for the holidays, I hope you guys had amazing holidays. stay tuned for an updated chapter of super liked either tonight or tomorrow! much love!
while the twins don’t have a crush on y/n, they are very protective of her. but gosh, they want her to get a boyfriend so she’ll stop complaining when she’s drunk
y/n always shivers after she eats
asahi loves to get his hair braided by y/n!
noya and y/n always greet each other with a chest bump… is this a frat house?
an:yay chapter twooo!! thank you once again for sticking with me when I was MIA this weekend! also @omiyomi made some AMAZING art based off of this smau!! check it out hereor on the masterlist! MWAH!
an:hiiii, chapter five is now up!! thank you for sticking around with me despite me not posting this weekend! I had so much fun with my friends but I’m glad to get back to writing! send in requests! MWAH!!
a/n. i posted this later than i originally intended to, but here it is!! i plan on posting the next chapters earlier in the day. about 1 pm est? maybe earlier.
‣ summary: after four months of being away, your ex boyfriend returns and tries to get you back. you probably would’ve took him back with quickness if it weren’t for his best friend getting in the way.
pairings: suna rintarou x f!reader, osamu x reader but not much
genre: drama, romance, social media au, forbidden love
warnings: cursing, mature content but probably no smut, kinda cheating? not really though
(AN: I was very reluctant to make an Ushijima smutshot because truthfully, his personality along with Akaashi’s are the hardest to write for me. So im not very happy with this storyline but it was playing in my head for a while. I just went with the flow but sorry in advance if the storyline is boring…)
Sounds of bird’s chirping filled the room, the bright sunlight started gleaming from the cracks of the blinds, falling onto her sleeping face. She grumbled, squinting her eyes, letting out a groan.
Her eyes opened and the first thing her blurry vision focused on was the photograph on her bedside table. She looked at the photo she had taken with her husband on their wedding day, three months ago. Her face held a small smile, whereas he remained stoic and expressionless. It always made her cringe because they both looked awkward. It was obvious in the photo there was no chemistry between them. However, people kept gushing about how they were a match made in heaven… Her parents kept insisting that he was just quiet, but he would open up to her soon.
Apparently, that’s how marriage worked… Which she thought was a bullshit excuse. She felt like she wasn’t given a choice when it the proposal came from his mother. She found her mother-in-law intimidating and strict. The lady accompanied Y/n and him on their first date… Y/n felt like she was being assessed, from the way she served tea, dressed, spoke and arranged flowers… Even though she had graduated a few years ago, her mother-in-law had asked to see her school reports and grades… It baffled her really… Throughout the interrogation, Ushijima didn’t mutter a single word. It seemed like he didn’t care really if Y/n married him… He literally just went with the flow…
It wasn’t like her mother in law was rude to Y/n, she seemed pleased with her most of the time, but his family was intense. It felt like they would chastise her if she made a single mistake. She hated visiting her in laws, they were so particular about rules and their family values. They told her that she didn’t need to work because Ushijima’s profession was enough for them to live quite comfortably, so Y/n just spent most of her days at home.
Surprisingly she got a long with her father-in-law. Although he stayed out of the family matters, he spoke to her very kindly and she felt like he was quite grounded compared to his ex-wife. She wished he was still living in Japan. They met during the wedding and he was most happy about gaining a daughter in law, she remembered how he requested she be patient with his son…
Sighing, she slowly sat up, stretching her arms before she turned around, frowning. Of course, her bed was empty… He never woke her up when he would get ready, he was always quiet when he got up. He’d shower, eat his own breakfast, change for his morning jog before going to the auditorium. She had gotten used to it since she began living with him.
She remembered how nervous she was when she changed from her wedding kimono into the see-through negligee she had timidly prepared. She had entered their bedroom, waiting for him to finish showering but when he had come out…
He glanced at her shy form once before approaching her
Ushijima neared her and she felt too timid to look into his eyes. It was her first time and she wasn’t sure how to really go about it. Holding her breath when he reached towards her, she was anxious about his touch. However, he simply dropped the blanket over her shoulders, confusing her
“You look cold.”
He mumbled before he climbed onto his side of the bed, turning the lamp off
“Goodnight.”
She sat there for a minute, very confused about what just happened. She was at a loss and all she could say was,
“Oh… Okay, goodnight…”
It confused her, she thought he was merely tired from the wedding events, but he never approached her after that either. It had been three months, but they hadn’t had sex. She wondered if he was attracted to her or someone else… They were only given 2 months of actually getting to know each other before their parents decided to go ahead with their marriage. At first, she had found him incredibly attractive and smouldering but whenever they tried talking, he remained blunt and sometimes she felt like he was coming off as rude.
After she showered, she began cleaning the apartment. It was always so quiet in her home that she had to put the television on for noise.
Even though, she was grateful that Ushijima let her decorate it their apartment anyway she wanted. Nor did he ever stop her from doing anything. He never questioned her if she went out with her friends, he never made a remark about her clothes and somehow, she would get praised by him over her cooking, which surprised her. However, what she wished was that they actually spent time together. She wanted to know her husband, everything she learnt about him was through his family and profile. She thought living together they would bond but he was so aloof.
Y/n would try sitting next to him while he watched TV but the conversation would be short and concise.
She’d try putting scary movies on, as much as she hated them, hoping he would comfort her during the terrifying scenes but again…
Nothing.
The man never understood her social cues. He’d simply just change the channel and then ask her why she would put on a scary movie in the first place if she’s scared of then….
After she finished her chores, she lay on the rug in the lounge, just glumly staring at the ceiling. She felt very stupid about her young fantasies over marriage. She always expected it to be rainbows and butterflies, her prince charming riding on a white horse, carrying her off into the sunset. Y/n always had the firm belief of having sex when she got married, its why things didn’t work out with her ex-boyfriend because he couldn’t wait ‘that long’.
When she first saw Ushijima, she wasn’t going to lie. Her heart was fluttering, and the butterflies went wild in her stomach. He was so handsome that she thought she really did find her prince charming… She let it get to her head slightly when her parents were enthusiastic about his profession and reputation. However, when he first looked at her. His stoic expression didn’t change, he stared at her while his mother and grandmother spoke to her parents…
They were given alone time awkwardly, just walking in his family garden, but she was the one who asked him questions, the only question he inquired was if she liked food…
When she said she did and enjoyed cooking, he looked pleased…
As she lay there, pondering over her husband. All she could think about was how to get closer to him… He had an extremely busy schedule due to his tournaments so it wasn’t like he could spend time with her. Today was his day off but he had already left the house…
Sitting up, she sighed again, draping an arm over her eyes…
“Ushijima-san…” She mumbled, “I can’t seem to understand you…”
~
Ushijima watched Tendou as he mushed and gushed over his baby daughter, making her laugh and giggle while he swayed the baby in his hands, pretending she was an aeroplane. The scarlet haired man hummed when he noticed his friend’s stoic expression
“Hmm? What’s up Ushiwaka? You’re quieter than usual… Trouble in paradise?”
Ushijima grunted, watching as Tendou’s daughter began babbling to him, taking his attention away again as he kept pampering Anzu
“I don’t know how to talk to my wife.” He answered, making Tendou freeze, placing Anzu his lap, letting her babble away. He leaned back on the park bench, letting out a sigh for his stressed friend
“I mean, you really didn’t say much when your mother insisted on getting you married so fast… You literally just went ‘okay’ and next thing I knew… You were hitched’” He said and Ushijima shrugged,
“Okasan insisted Y/n was the perfect match… Even Otosan likes her. I trust my parent’s judgement… It’s just…. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with my wife…” He answered
Tendou’s eyes widened,
“Um… Waka… Have you guys…” He began implying but Ushijima didn’t seem to understand
“What?”
“…Fucked?”
There was a silence between the men, his brows furrowing and Tendou noticed the pink growing on his friend’s stoic face
“Dude… You’ve been married for three months… Are you serious?”
Ushijima grunted again, trying to distract himself, he lifted the six-month-old from Tendou’s lap, setting Anzu in his own.
“We didn’t consummate our marriage on the first night… She seemed scared of me, so I haven’t touched her since then. Nor has she indicated that she wants us to get intimate in that way…”
Tendou was flummoxed,
“Why don’t you try making an effort and get to know her?” He asked and Ushijima shrugged again,
“I learnt everything about her during the marriage interview. What more can I do?”
“…I’m not surprised why your other relationships never lasted…” Tendou sighed, rubbing his temple
“Do you like her?”
“Yes.”
“No… I mean do you have romantic feelings for her?”
His brows furrowed in confusion,
“She’s my wife… Ofcourse I do… Otherwise I wouldn’t have married her…”
Tendou scratched his temple, “When was the last time you took her out on a date? My cutie and I make sure to go out at least twice a week.”
Ushijima thought over Tendou’s questions, “Before we got married.”
“… Dude… You’re going to be a divorcee in no time… Ushiwaka, if you want to know how to get close to your wife then listen up bud…” Tendou draped an arm over his friend’s shoulder, both of them peering at the happy go lucky baby as she babbled before Tendou began advising his clueless friend.
~
Y/n sighed, she had just finished shopping for groceries, carrying the heavy bags up the stairs. Her arms were aching but she carried on, climbing one step after another, ever so slowly…
“Need help?”
Y/n squeaked, almost slipping but his hands wrapped themselves on her hips, holding her still. It was embarrassing because Ushijima remained calm while her body leaned against his front.
“Ushijima-san? I-I’m sorry!” She squeaked, bowing and he was puzzled,
He just hummed when he noticed the heavy bags on her arms,
“Here, give me those” He muttered, reaching for them. She was confused, her brows furrowing
“Oh no… Let me carry them! They’re heavy”
He raised a brow, “A husband shouldn’t make his wife carry heavy things”
Y/n blushed when he kept his grip firmly on the plastic bags, calmly climbing the stairs with her following behind him. It was the first time Ushijima acknowledged her as his wife and she didn’t feel like a random roommate. They made it into the apartment where he began unpacking the groceries
“Oh Ushijima-san, wait! I need to wash the vegetables and start on dinner! I was thinking of making beef stew”
She quickly washed her hands, draping her apron over her clothes, rushing to take out the chopping board and strainer while he stood there,
“No need…” He muttered and she froze, “You don’t want to eat beef stew? I-I can make something else! Oh… But I only bought the ingredients for stew!” She rambled making him raise his brows
“No… I meant there’s no need for you to cook. We’re going out for dinner.”
“Huh?”
She stared at him, utterly confused. Did he just suggest going out for dinner? Clearing her throat, she laughed it off
“Oh? Are we meeting Okasan tonight? She never mentioned–”
“No. Only we’re going out for dinner.”
“Just you and me?” She asked again, pointing between them, really trying to grasp the situation and he nodded,
“Do you not want to–”
“No!” She blurted, trying calm her excitement, “N-No, I am really looking forward to it!”
He gave her a small smile, making her blush, fiddling with the end of her apron, now not knowing what to say until he broke the silence again.
“There’s still some time before dinner, let’s get ready then.”
He noticed the large smile stretched on her face, untying her apron and putting everything back into place before she excitedly rushed to their bedroom. He began walking towards his own closet, taking out a nice outfit before looking at her. She was confused, holding two outfits up, really thinking over her choice…
“That one…” He answered, making her look at him. He pointed to the dress and she looked at it. It was a little fancy but nothing over the top, however she was more surprised by how involved he was trying to be.
“Okay…” She blushed, putting the other outfit back in her closet. Setting her clothes neatly on the bed…
He let her get ready in peace, and she really did her best making an effort with her makeup and hair. She was excited to go out on a date with her husband, even if it was just a simple dinner. It wasn’t like him to take the initiative, but she felt ever so happy while getting ready. Applying the finishing touches, she felt nice dressing up for someone else.
Standing up, she searched for her heels slipping them on her feet before she heard him clear his throat, glancing at him, she smiled shyly
“Sorry for taking so long”
Ushijima simply shook his head, “No need to apologise…” He gave her form a once over, his eyes slowly scanning her body before looking at her face.
“You look beautiful.”
Y/n’s eyed widened and her cheeks and ears began burning up. Did he just compliment her? She actually wanted to pinch herself to check if she was dreaming.
He was confused, walking towards her, placing his hand to her forehead, making her breath hitch
“Are you feeling unwell? Your body feels like it is burning up… Perhaps we should cancel–”
“Oh, no! It’s just a little stuffy in this room! We don’t need to cancel!” Y/n squeaked, the last thing she wanted was to cancel this rare opportunity with him. He looked reluctant but he nodded, looking at her chest.
She was embarrassed again,
“This dress was the right choice. It’ll look nice with this” He muttered, going towards his drawers.
“What will?” She asked, watching him take a box out, handing it to her.
“Ushijima-san, what is this–” Her words were cut loose when she lifted the lid, looking at the necklace inside. It was simply beautiful, leaving her wordless.
“Can I really accept this?” She asked in astonishment and he nodded,
“Of course, its for you.”
She lifted the necklace out of the box before she handed it to him, timidly
“Will you put it on me?” She asked and he froze, his cheeks heated up when she stood in front of him, lifting her hair, showing her the nape of her delicate neck. He tried to control his fingers from shaking, fiddling with the tiny clasp at the back. Grunting he finally managed to open it, locking it in place.
“It’s beautiful! Thank you!” She grinned and he looked away, nodding.
“Shall we go?” Y/n asked, lifting her purse and he grunted, leading her out of their apartment.
There was a slight distance between them as they walked down the roads. She glanced at him while he calmly looked ahead. Her fingers felt the necklace resting above her cleavage, wondering what had gotten to him all of a sudden.
“How was your day? I didn’t hear you this morning…” She began
Ushijima glanced at her, shrugging
“You’re a deep sleeper.” He answered, making her laugh sheepishly
“I’ll try getting up earlier”
He shook his head, “You don’t have to, it’s good to get rest. You stay up late compared to me…”
“Right…”
The silence arose again, but it seemed like he walked slower so that she could keep up to him. She looked at his arm, contemplating whether she should hold his hand…
‘But what if he gets creeped out? We’ve never even kissed except on our wedding…’ She bitterly thought, clenching her fingers into a fist. She didn’t notice him come closer to her side and it was only when a bunch of rowdy passers by walked past them that his hand slid around her back, holding her hip. He pulled her close, startling her. Her heart was racing, just from the feel of his large hand, holding onto her.
“They should really be careful…” He mumbled before letting her flushed form go. She felt a little disappointed but he only surprised her further when he gripped her hand.
“Ushijima-san?” She looked at him, noticing his ears were burning red, despite his calm face
“It’s getting crowded, I don’t want you to get lost” He reasoned and she nodded, just intertwining her fingers with his. He could feel how dainty her hand was, encompassed by his. It made him feel like she was truly fragile… She focused on the shops that they walked by, trying to concentrate on anything but the situation she was in right now
“…I met Tendou today… My childhood friend…” He answered, bringing her attention back and she smiled,
“The chocolatier that has an adorable daughter? He’s quite quirky but I like him! His wife’s really sweet as well. I think she’s absolutely adorable, quite shy compared to Tendou-san”
Ushijima nodded, “She didn’t come today, but he brought Anzu to the park. We caught up on our lives.”
“You both became best friends in high school, right?”
He nodded, “We played volleyball together… Tendou was quite talented but I’m glad he’s enjoying what he does now.”
“How did his wife and him meet? Were they an arranged marriage as well?” She asked and he shook his head,
“No. They were neighbours. He helped her write her book and she helped him with his chocolate”
Her eyes widened, “Oh… That’s pretty cute…”
Her voice trailed off and she went a bit glum, a sliver of her wished she had a truly romantic story to tell people of how she met her husband… But it was quite boring…
She hummed when she noticed the restaurant they were approaching
“Oh, this is…”
“You mentioned it the day we met… You said you always wanted to try this place, right?” He asked her. She squeezed his hand unintentionally form the excitement, beaming at the fancy place in front of her. She heard that they had phenomenal food, her mouth always watered when she saw their Instagram posts. Leading her inside, it was surreal. In her excitement, she clung onto his arm while looking around.
“Reservation?” A waitress asked and he nodded,
“Ushijima.”
She checked the roster before smiling,
“Right this way sir.”
Y/n was flabbergasted, when they were lead to a secluded table in a very lovely corner of the restaurant,
“Oh gosh! I’ve been dreaming of coming here but they’re always booked! How did you manage to get a reservation!?” She asked and he shrugged,
“Tendou knows the owner… So he got a table for us” Ushijima answered truthfully, watching her giddy expression. He pulled her chair for her, letting her seat herself before taking his own seat.
“You remembered I wanted to come here?” She asked, registering what he had said earlier. Ushijima glanced at her face, nodding
“Yes. You were quite enthusiastic about trying the steak here…”
Y/n hummed, “You paid attention to what I said…”
His brows furrowed, “Ofcourse I did. I always listen to what you’re saying…”
He picked the menu up, quietly scanning the dishes but Y/n couldn’t help but pry… This really felt like a dream
“I don’t understand… Why all of a sudden did you want to go out?”
He set the menu down, eyes burrowing into hers, making her shy again
“Ushijima san…?”
“Because you’ve been taking care of our home every single day… You deserve a night of rest. I appreciate returning to a clean and welcoming home every day with fresh meals you’ve prepared… You’re my wife and you should be spoiled by me.”
She was sitting in her seat, astonished by his revelation. She felt the joy build up inside her, it felt so good to be truly appreciated by her reserved husband. A smile etched on her face, making his cheeks warm but it went undetected because of the dim candlelight sitting in the middle of their table.
“Thank you… I’ve tried really hard because I want to get along with you… It feels wonderful to be acknowledged by you…”
A waiter interrupted them, taking them away from this rare moment to take their orders, which they both had forgotten. A few awkward minutes were spent skimming through the menu before they finally chose what they wanted… He thanked the couple, leaving them alone once again but they had no idea what to say…
She stared at him, contemplating whether to carry on her earlier conversation, letting her mouth move before she could stop.
“…Actually… I also am grateful to you.”
“…You are?”
She nodded, unfolding her napkin, setting it neatly on her lap to distract herself because she was sure she’d melt from embarrassment if she looked into his face, mumbling
“You have been working really hard to provide a comfortable lifestyle for us and… You haven’t been an overbearing husband once, you let me have my space and make my own choices… I think I’m lucky…”
He was taken aback, staring at her features. Maybe he hadn’t seen it before but Ushijima suddenly realised just how beautiful the women sitting across him was. She noticed him staring, shyly tucking a stray piece of her hair, behind her ear. It made his eyes widen,
It was the second time, he felt a familiar spark in his heart… He hadn’t felt like that since the day he had seen her…
He remembered walking into his family tea room where she was sitting next to her parents, adorned in a floral kimono. He remembered when they made eye contact and she immediately lowered her gaze, she seemed very shy, fiddling with a stray lock of her hair, pushing it behind her ear… The timid smile she had on her lips had done something to his heart…
“Your orders” A voice distracted them and she beamed when she saw the steak she had been craving. He was quite impressed by his own order, making his mouth water when he smelt the delish aroma wafted from his plate. They both looked at each other once again, smiling
“Itadakimasu” They said at the same time, before taking their first bites. She moaned in delight, holding the side of her face happily as she tasted heaven. He felt amused looking at her reaction. Her eyes open, realising he was watching her but she simply cut another piece, holding the fork in front of his lips
“Try some! It’s delicious!”
Ushijima swallowed, the blush on his face growing. He had never been fed by another person but he parted his lips for her, letting her feed him. She watched his brows lift, humming
“Its really good…” He muttered and she grinned, “Right!? It tastes even better than I imagined! How’s your food?”
He looked at the seafood on his plate and then at her. He tried to copy what she just did, shovelling the fish on his fork, bringing it to her lips
“Try it and tell me”
Y/n felt the butterflies in her stomach begin fluttering, she leaned forward her lips wrapping on the fork, taking a bite.
“Oh my… It’s delicious!”
Ushijima smiled, resuming his meal
“It is”
Their evening went pleasantly and Y/n felt more comfortable with him. She slipped her hand into his, gripping it and he didn’t pull away, just lacing his fingers with her before walking towards their home
“I really enjoyed myself, Ushijima-san! Thank you for taking me there” She chirped. He looked around before humming,
“The food was really good… We should go again”
Y/n laughed, “I’d love that!”
Again that spark ignited in his heart, he squeezed her hand
“Is there anything else you’d like to do?” He asked and Y/n stopped walking, she had many things she wanted to do with him but it couldn’t be fit into one night. She really thought it over,
“Y/n?” He asked and she broke from her thoughts,
“Um… I guess I’d like to take a picture”
He was confused, giving her a weird look, “You want me to buy you a camera?” He asked and she shook her head,
“No… I meant I would like to take a photo of us… It’s our first date as a married couple and I’d like to cherish this memory… The only other photos we have together are from the wedding…”
“Okay, sure”
She fiddled with her purse, now feeling silly when she pulled her phone out. He stood next to her, watching her struggle to open the camera app, cursing when the front facing camera revealed an unflattering angle on her. Flustered, she angled the camera, but she realised his head was out of the frame
“Um… Could you bend closer?” She asked and he listened to her. She smiled awkwardly, clicking the photo and they both peered into the screen. She sweatdropped looking at the weird composition. He looked very unbothered and her lips looked crooked…
“Nevermind…” She mumbled but he gripped her phone
“This angle is better”
He held it above her face, his other hand going around her shoulders, pulling her close. She tried to calm her pounding heart, smiling with him as he clicked the photo. This time she looked at the screen, she burst into a fit of giggles looking at his strange forced smile…
(AN: Y'all im thinking about that one photo of Ushijima…)
“Why are you laughing?” He asked but she shook her head, still giggling
“Nothing… I like this one”
He frowned, “I’m not good in front of cameras… I’ve been told my smile is…. Unsettling…” He rubbed the back of his neck and she pouted,
“That’s not true… I think you look very sweet…”
He looked at the photo once again before grabbing her phone, pulling her close again. She was shy and didn’t register him clicking the camera again before humming at the screen
“I like this one” He said and she looked at the screen. It was her flustered face looking at his but he didn’t seem stoic here, in fact his expression seemed soft…
“Oh… I really like this…”
Ushjima held her hand again,
“Come on, we should get home”
She couldn’t see the blush he sported, his broad back facing her but she felt the warmth growing in her chest, feeling utter fondness for her husband.
~
Once they reached home, both of them quietly began preparing for bed. She was drying her hair when he lay his jacket on the bed with his belt
“The bath’s still warm… I set some towels for you as well” She said and he nodded,
“Thank you…”
He walked towards their bathroom, shutting the door behind himself and Y/n set her towel aside, looking at his clothes
“I should probably hang these in the closet” She muttered to herself, grabbing his jacket and draping it over her forearm. She made her way to his closet, opening the door but she cursed when his jacket slid off her arm. Quickly grabbing a hanger, she bent down to pick the jacket up, hanging it neatly in the closet. She didn’t realise a folded paper had dropped until she closed the closet.
“What’s this…” She muttered, unfolding it. She was met with bold words, confusing her, reading the words scribbled on…
“…’Tendou’s Tips on Romancing Your Wife…?” She read, perplexed as she went over the ‘tips’…
1. Do small things for her.
2. Spend time with her. (Tendou takes his wife on dates, twice a week)
3. Ask her to dress in something you like.
4. Hold her hand in public.
5. Recognize her efforts.
6. Tell her she is beautiful.
Sitting on the edge of their bed, she kept reading the notes over and over again… She didn’t hear the bathroom door opening as he stood there, trying his own hair. She noticed how focused her face was, furrowing his brows
“Y/n, are you alright?”
She was still puzzled, looking at him…
“What’s this…?” She asked him, lifting the paper to show him the contents. Ushijima’s brows widened, feeling like a deer in headlights …
Wolves in Sheep’s Clothing (Timeskip!Sakusa Kiyoomi x OC) NSFW Series
Chapter 25: Silly Rabbit (NSFW)
AN: I think this chapter should be rated 21+. Sometimes I think I cant exceed my previous smut and then I go and surprise/horrify myself. Please heed my warning, if you are 18 and under, you do not have permission/consent to comment on my works. ALL my works are intended for a 21+ audience but I know people don’t bother looking out for the age restrictions soread at your own risk.
“Oye, ya good getting in yerself?” Atsumu asked as he waited for the lift to reach the ground floor. Sakusa’s cheeks were flushed and he was a little tipsy but he felt like he could manage
“Yeah… I’m fine from here. Thanks, Atsumu… It’s the least you could do since you made me drink so much…” Sakusa muttered and Atsumu chuckled. The elevator doors opened and Sakusa stepped inside,
“See ya later bud. Enjoy yer celebration” Atsumu winked and Sakusa tapped his card on the keypad.
“I will” He smirked and Atsumu grinned,
“Wrap it before ya tap it” He blurted just before the elevator doors closed. Sakusa shot him a glare before he was met with his own reflection against the steel doors…
“Dumbass”
Sighing, he leaned against the wall, trying to sober himself up a little
His Bunny was waiting for him upstairs and he was certain she would be in the mood to celebrate. Straightening himself, he unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt. The lift finally reached his floor and he stepped inside his apartment. It was dim but he knew she was waiting in the bedroom.
Taking a moment to unwind, he set his stuff aside. Walking towards his room,
“I’m home” He muttered, opening his door. But Sakusa was confused, seeing his room empty. Humming in confusion, he spotted her clothes neated folded on his table, her handbag in tow.
‘She’s here…’
“Kaiya?” He called out and he finally heard her voice,
“In here!”
His feet took him to his bathroom, walking inside. He was met with her sitting in her bathrobe by a filled tub. Her washed hair was tied in the towel turban she usually did.
“Welcome home! Your bath is ready!” She beamed getting up. Sakusa sighed in content, smiling when she hugged him happily.
“How was your night? Did you have fun?” She asked and he nodded,
“It wasn’t so bad…”
Her fingers began unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it off his torso before she undid her belt.
“I see… Did Hinata manage to talk to that girl from the other team?” She asked, just curious to see if he would mention Kanoka. Sakusa nodded,
“Well… They spoke but there wasn’t much else…”
Kaiya hummed, “Were there a lot of people?” She asked and he nodded, dropping his trousers.
“Thank god the sponsors booked out the club. It was just the players of different teams… So it was a little crowded but I managed. Kanoka had found a private lounger so I was just stationed there while drinking”
Kaiya got her answer, trying to not show her irked face.
“Oh… Kanoka was there too? Is she dating anyone?” Kaiya asked, seeing how much he knew about her and Sakusa shrugged, he was still a bit tipsy to really figure out what was going on
“I don’t think so… She was telling Bokuto about how her heart was broken recently… So, I guess she’s single…”
Kaiya picked up his discarded clothes, dumping them in the laundry basket while Sakusa brushed his teeth and washed his face.
She ushered to the shower stool and he sat down, letting her wash his hair.
Kaiya massaged the shampoo in his curly locks, but she couldn’t help but inquire more
“When did you guys become friends? She seems like a nice person.”
He hummed tilting his head back while she rinsed his hair.
“A while back… Can’t really remember. Our teams had a practice session last year… She asked me for advice on her techniques and I’ve been helping her out ever since…”
She raised a brow,
“Oh so you train together often?”
He didn’t say anything, just feeling amused at how badly she tried to act causal…
“Yeah… Sometimes but it’s been a while because of my tournament. She did ask me to help her now that her teams tournament is approaching…”
Kaiya swallowed, “So are you going to help her?”
Sakusa smirked, “Only if she really needs it… I mean, she’s my friendafterall”
Kaiya pouted to herself, scrubbing his back a little harder than intended and he smirked to himself. He really wanted to laugh but he didn’t say anything, washing his front. He was giving her a little taste of her own medicine; he knew she was getting jealous and he felt smug about it. It was like the tables had turned and she was now feeling what he did. He wanted to tease her just a little bit more, but he couldn’t torture her like that.
(AN: Y’know I was conflicted about doing this to Kaiya because this is her story and usually authors don’t tend to make anything the OC’s fault… However, I feel like she has to understand how he felt with Adriah. Idk Kaiya needs a lil bit of schooling. Sorry Kai, but I’m taking your marriage seriously.)
Her jealousy was adorable.
He climbed in the tub, letting out a sigh as he tilted his head back, closing his eyes.
“Thanks for the bath” He muttered, and she smiled, handed him a steamed face towel. He draped it over his eyes, feeling better. Oh god, this was heaven for him
“I know you’ve taken one already, but you don’t want to join me?” He asked and she smiled, setting herself on the floor beside him. She folded her arms over the edge of the tub, resting her chin on it
“I’m good Omi… You played so well today! You need to relax now” She smiled, he plucked the towel over his face, lifting it to peek at her sweet face. She raised a brow, looking at the small frown on his face
“What’s wrong?” She asked and he huffed, a pink hue dusting over his cheeks
“Why haven’t you kissed me yet…?”
She laughed, sitting up properly. She leaned close to his face and he leaned towards her,
“Congratulations on the win, baby” She whispered, making him smirk
“C’mere Bunny” He cooed, and she kissed him sweetly. She enjoyed the taste of his mouth, the lingering taste of toothpaste coming from him. Sakusa pulled away, giving her a satisfied look
“Much better…”
She giggled, standing up…
“I’ll be waiting for you.”
Sakusa grinned when she undid her bathrobe, dropping to the floor. He eyed her naked ass as she swayed her hips lightly walking towards his bedroom
“Take your time, love” She purred, closing the door behind her.
Sakusa could already feel his cock begin to stir. He needed to sober up faster, opening the tap he released the cold water, splashing his face a few times. He was itching to fuck her…
It was all he could think about at that stupid bar when Kanoka began crying about her shitty love life.
He really couldn’t give a shit in that stupid alleyway when she bawled in a drunk mess. He remembered feeling displeased when she tried hugging him… It took him less than 20 seconds to push her away, leading her back inside to her teammates…
He felt his dick soften from the thought of that… It irritated him to no end because the girl’s team kept trying to pressure him to take her home but he refused. Atsumu had actually helped, claiming Omi couldn’t drive in the state he was in. Saying they were already sharing a cab together. He was ever so grateful for his friend because those women were being so persistent.
Sighing he stood up, draining the tub. He ruffled his hair dry before drying his body. Wrapping the towel around his hips, he eagerly awaited what was on the other side of the door.
Stepping inside his bedroom, he was confused when his chair sat in the middle of the room. Walking towards it, he was about to put it back into its place
“Don’t do that, Omi-kun.”
He froze about to turn around but she stopped him
“Don’t turn around either.”
He raised a brow, feeling amused
“Okay…” He muttered but she huffed, crossing her arms
“Sit on the chair” She said and he resisted the urge to look at her. Smirking he took his seat. He heard her footsteps approaching him from behind and was startled when she covered his eyes,
“What’s going on?” He muttered but she leaned forward to grab his wrists, bringing them behind the back of the chair. Sakusa was confused when he heard a click, realising his wrists were bound together.
“Kaiya?” He asked, remaining stoic but she gripped his shoulders, leaning towards his ear
“It’s my turn tonight…” She whispered
Sakusa stopped struggling and he smirked,
So, this is how she wanted to play?
Well, he wasn’t going to cave so easily…
“Oh, so the little rabbit wants control? Goodluck sweetheart” He said with a smug look. She giggled,
“I don’t think I’ll be needing it” She answered now walking in front of him. He couldn’t see her, but he could feel her body heat radiating against him. Sakusa tried not to flinch when he felt her hands pressed against his chest, her palms grazing his nipples softly. He held in a grunt, remaining composed.
“What’s wrong?” She teased, her lips pressing against his neck, marking his pale skin with sucks and nips. He didn’t answer, pressing his lips into a tight line… His senses felt heightened and the cold air hitting his body made his skin raise… He felt her hands press his thighs, sliding under his tower but she only stroked them back and forth, grazing her nails against him. He inhaled, holding his breath.
He wasn’t going to cave…
Kaiya stood up, hands on her hips… She knew he was going to put up a challenge but that didn’t stop her.
“Kiyoomi, who do you belong to?” She asked and he felt amused, so she was really trying to play his cards against him. He didn’t hide the smirk on his face, when her hand cupped his chin. He felt her thumb rub his lips,
“My Bunny” He answered, and she raised a brow, when he teasingly licked her thumb, nipping at it. He felt her hands raise the blind fold on his eyes and he was left flustered when she ruffled his hair…
“Good boy~” She cooed, and he raised a brow, drinking in her outfit. She sat at the end of his bed, facing him. Her leg was crossed over the other and he drank in her lewd rabbit girl cosplay.
“That’s right… I’m your Bunny”
She fixed the lace rabbit ears above her head before standing up, giving him a show. She stood in front of him, twirling a piece of her hair. She tied her long wavy hair into two bunches, he drank in the way the tight black leather leotard clung to her body… Her breasts were pushed up and barely covered by the cups… and he wondered how, considering the outfit was strapless…
“Fuck…” He groaned, when he caught sight of the fishnet against her legs… Eyes travelling down to her heeled feet…
He now wished he wasn’t bound… She turned and he raised a brow, looking at her ass. It killed him, he just wanted to reach out and grope her to his delight, but his current position stopped him, making him curse
“Untie me now.” He growled but she smirked, leaning down to peck the tip of his nose
“Nope. I told you, its my turn tonight… So be a good boy and hush those pretty lips” She muttered, placing a finger over his lips
“That’s much better…”
He admired the rouge on her lips, noticing she had done up her pretty little face just for him. She looked so fucking delicious… Kaiya looked at his erection, straining under his towel and she smirked,
“You must really like this outfit… You’re hard already… and I haven’t even touched you yet” She teased, pinching his cheek softly making him frown
“You fucking tease” He blurted and she raised a brow,
“Did I give you permission to talk?” She said, crossing her arms and he furrowed his brows
“Bunny, you’re really testing my patience…”
He was definitely going to punish her after this.
Kaiya gripped his cheeks, stuffing the blindfold between his lips, muffling him before she grinned at the irritated look on his face.
“There we go… Nice and quiet” She cooed
She dropped to her knees, her fingers unwrapping his towel, revealing his hard cock to her delight. She glanced at him, he was staring at her intensely and she wrapped her hand around his cock…
Sakusa grunted when she stroked him at an agonisingly slow pace,
“It feels so hot in my hand… You’re so dirty…” She teased, rubbing the tip of his cock against her chest. He groaned when her nails stroked his undershaft, making his toes curl.
“It’s unfair that I’m always the one being teased and punished… You were mad at me for texting another man and yet you’re doing the same…”
He grunted when she squeezed his cock,
Okay, so he saw her point there…
Kaiya began stroking him harder,
“…and then you’re training with her after hours too? You failed to mention this to me before” She muttered and he rolled his eyes, trying to ignore the way she stroked his cock. She could feel his pre cum dripping down his length, but she felt the jealousy inside her take over…
“You also failed to mention, as she said, that you’re dating me…”
He saw the pout on her lips, but he was distracted when she pulled his cock towards her mouth, her tongue licking his shaft lewdly back and forth
“You’re mine.” She breathed against him, engulfing his shaft and he bit onto the gag. She felt his hips raise but she bobbed her lips on his cock, making him slick. Sakusa groaned when her lips reached the base of his cock, taking him in so deep.
“F-Fuck…” He tried to say through the gag, she pulled off his cock, looking at it in its glory
“Only I can turn you on like this.”
Sakusa’s hands curled into fists, when her red lips sucked his blunt cockhead, lapping up the beads of pre cum dripping from his slit. He grunted when the tip of her tongue teased the tiny hole, his chest panting. She purposely moaned and mewled against him. She pulled off his cock, littering kisses up his body, leaving lipstick marks all over him.
Her fingers pulled the makeshift gag from his lips,
“Gonna cum soon?” She asked him but he bit his lip, holding in a remark. Raising a brow, she knelt lower, sucking and licking his nipple while her hand bobbed back and forth his cock. He grunted,
“Shit– Kaiya, stop…” He panted but she continued her teasing
“Nope… This is your punishment.”
Sakusa growled, he was starting to feel agitated. How dare she punish him after making him suffer during their break up. He never interacted with Kanoka the way she did with Adriah… He held his stance making her pout
“I see… You’re trying to play tough… I know what will make you cum” She purred and he raised a brow when she gripped his shaft. Her hot breath tickled him and he felt her tongue slid down his undershaft until she reached his balls. His eyes widened,
“Bunny…” He warned but she smiled,
“Tell me who you belong to?” She asked, opening her mouth but he grit his teeth when she sucked on one. Oh god, she knew just how much he loved this. Her fingers teased the tip of his cock, and she could feel his throbbing in her palm. He could feel her lips curling into a smile making him look between his legs and he groaned, it was a fucking sight to see…
Those rabbit ears, that lewd outfit and then her mouth stuffed with him… His heavy shaft sat on her face but she merely batted her lashes at him, she knew she had him…
Sucking on him harder, he grunted and she felt the pre cumming spilling out faster, making her feel super soaked… She was squirming in her position, it was hard trying to take control… Sakusa was so not easy…
She wondered if she should try out the thing she had seen online… Pulling away from his balls, she rubbed her cheek against his shaft, her hand cupping his balls, massaging them making him grunt,
“Maybe this might make you cum”
He gasped when her fingers trailed down his balls and just before she could touch him there, she was startled when she heard a crack and he gripped her throat in his hold
“Don’t you fucking dare.” He growled
Kaiya fell back startled when he stood up, the cuffs had fallen onto the floor in pieces…
“Y-you broke them!?” She squeaked and he rubbed his wrists, looking at her sternly
“You really think a pair of fake handcuffs would stop me… I was letting you have all the fun you wanted but you took it too far…”
Kaiya was nervous now, he loomed over her trembling figure and she tried to be cute, biting her lip as she batted her lashes
“I-I wasn’t going to actually do that… It was a joke…” She tried to laugh it off but he grunted,
“Didn’t seem like a fucking joke… Did you have fun trying to stir me up…?”
He gripped her hair, pulling her to stand up. She gripped his wrist, biting her lip shyly when he analysed her cosplay outfit
“Tell me Bunny, what did you think was gonna happen after I got out of these handcuffs? You really thought I’d keep my hands to myself after seeing you in a such a lewd outfit…”
She gasped when he gripped the front of her leotard, shoving it below her breasts. A whimper left her lips when he pinched her nipples, pulling on them
“It was cute seeing you get jealous and all, but do you really think I give a flying fuck about another woman?”
“O-Omi…” She muttered in embarrassment, but he smirked, pushing her backwards until her legs hit the bed.
“I know who my woman is. I don’t everneed to be reminded… but you need to be tamed.”
He shoved her onto the bed and she gasped when he flipped her on her stomach.
“How cute, you even have a tail” He muttered looking at the round cotton tail above her ass. Before she could move, his knee pressed into her lower back keeping her pinned.
“Do not move a single muscle.” He spat and she lay still, her heart was pounding against her chest, when he walked away… Now she really regretted teasing him and letting her jealousy get the better of her… She wasn’t going to prod his back entrance, she just wanted to make drive him on the edge… But this was not what she expected… She squeezed her thighs in anticipation, when she heard him come back
“Fake handcuffs were a cute decision but let’s see you try to get out of these”
He gripped her arms behind her back and she felt him strap the linked leather cuffs around her wrists, proving it inevitable for her to escape her punishment.
“Omi, I-I’m sorry!” She squeaked but he didn’t respond, just looking at her body… The leotard looked tight, squeezing her curves in all the right places… He could even make out her pussy but what made him freeze was when he noticed the zip that went front just under her tail all the way to her folds…
She whimpered when she felt his fingers tug on the tiny zip, pulling open the zipper and he chuckled,
“I thought this was part of the costume…” He raised a brow, licking his lips when he realised the tail was in fact a plug… Sakusa saw just over wet she was…. It was a fucking sight to behold, she wasn’t wearing any underwear underneath… She gasped when he gripped the plug, stirring it around making her shudder
“Is this why you were getting so stirred up? You want me to fuck you here?” He asked, pressing on the plug and she hid her face in shame…
“Subby brats should never try to top their masters because it’ll never work in their favour…”
She felt him grip her bodysuit, pulling it off her body until it hit the floor. She bit her lip in shame, feeling his hands rub the tights covering her legs…
“Agh!”She squealed when he gripped the chain link between the cuffs in one hand, his other slapping her ass hard.
“How dare you believe I would be interested in another woman”
He smacked her again and her eyes welled in tears,
“S-Sorry!” She whimpered but he spanked her again, but harder.
“I’ve never mentioned you before to her because I am not interested in her personal life… So why should I talk about mine?” He smacked her again and she sobbed out another choked apology.
“Training afterhours? Please. I’ve only helped her out 3 times and that was before we even met… and do you really think I would spend time with another woman during my holidays? I had something so nice planned out for us but now I don’t think you deserve it.”
“Omi, I’m sorry!” She sobbed, but he kept slapping her ass repeatedly, making her yelp
“It’s not a nice feeling, is it? When the person you love is spending time with someone else. It pissed you off, right? Knowing that she texted me… Asking me for a favour because she’s my friend.” He reminded her and she grit her teeth, feeling embarrassed now.
“I was being a jealous brat…” She mumbled against the mattress and he hummed,
“…. And what happens to bratty rabbits?” He asked, turning her body to look at her pout, even with teary eyes and flushed cheeks, she mumbled,
“They get tamed by their masters…”
He grinned,
“That’s right…” He cooed, spanking her ass one last time
“Now get on the floor and spread your knees”
She slipped off the bed, standing on her knees. He stood by her side, cupping her jaw and stroking her face.
“I’ll admit I was impressed by your oral skills today… But you got distracted…” He muttered, his fingers tapping her mouth, making her part her lips
“Let’s finish what you started then”
She let out a squeak which was muffled when he gripped her hairtails, harshly shoving her mouth all the way down his cock, making her gag but he held her still. She gushed a little, but he kept moving her mouth back and forth his length. She tried her best to suck his shaft, but he pace was bruising, and she swore her jaw was already beginning to hurt. She wished she could have clutched his legs for stability, but he pulled on her hair, keeping her in place with the grip he had on her head
“I’d never let any other person touch me like this… You should know that by now, silly rabbit”
“Mmfh!”She mewled around him and he could feel her saliva dripping down his length. Gritting his teeth, he pushed her face all the way back down his cock, until her nose pressed against the hairs at the end of his base, holding her there
“Fuck,I love your mouth… I can finally fuck it…” Pulling her back until his cock popped out of her mouth, she panted for air and he grinned, seating himself on the end of the bed, spreading his legs.
“C’mere now”
She felt embarrassed with her bound hands, her knees trying their best to move her between his legs. Sakusa smirked looking at her smudged lips,
“Make me cum then” He challenged, and she bent down, engulfing him again. She moved her lips as fast as she could, licking and sucking on his cock. He smirked, his hands holding her head but he made no effort to move her. She continued pleasing him, trying to the ignore the way her pussy throbbed from need…
God, she wanted him to fuck her hard
Pulling away from his length, she moved under his cock again, mouthing at his balls making grunt. His hand took over stroking his shaft and he tilted his head back
“Ngh…Just like that, slut…” He purred, and she squeezed her hands into fists, suck harder. Sakusa moaned, and it was like music to her ears, sending a jolt to her pussy. He rested his thick cock on her face, shamelessly enjoying her ministrations
“Good girl~” He cooed. She pulled away, kissing his dick in desperation.
“Omi-kun, I love your cock” She purred, kissing his tip. He leaned forward, pulling her closer by the hair until his dick was nestled between her tits
“Bunny-chan… I love your tits” He teased, making her blush at the new nickname. She mewled when he pinched her soft nipples, pressing her breasts together. She mewled when he began rubbing his cock between them
“Lick the tip”
Her tongue rolled out, swiping at his cockhead with each thrust of his. Sakusa cursed, his fingers tugging on her buds again.
“You’re right y’know…” He muttered, moving his hips to match her pace
“I am your man…” He groaned, thrusting his cock against her breasts faster, grunting every time her tongue met his tip in her warm mouth. She mewled in response making him moan She gasped when his hands gripped the sides of her head, her eyes widened when he spurted his cum on her chest and face. Keeping her mouth open, she licked whatever she could. He let go of her head, catching his breath, looking down at her messy figure…
His hand traced the streaks of cum he left on her, collecting it messily on his fingers before he shoved them into her mouth. She moaned, as she sucked them clean making him grin
“You’re behaving like a filthy slut… and you’ll only do it for me because?” He asked and she licked her lips, biting on her bottom one
“You’re my man…” She answered and he tapped her face,
“Good Bunny…”
His hands went under her arms, effortlessly lifting her up onto the bed. He lay on his back his hands gripped her hips, fingers sliding under the holes of the fishnet. She went to pull of the bunny ears from her head but her bound wrists reminded her that she couldn’t. She gave him a sheepish look
“Omi-kun, you can take the cuffs off now…” She purred but he raised a brow
“They stay on…”
She flushed, “Omi please– I want to touch you” She whined but he let go of her hips, his hands resting behind his head as he watched her. She could see the mischievousness in his eyes…
“Your touches went a bit too far… You’ve lost all privileges of touching me tonight.”
“I-I’ve learnt my lesson! I promise” She whined and he raised a brow, sitting up. She gasped when he pushed her onto the bed, easily dismissing her when he stood up.
“Where are you going?” She frowned but he walked to his drawer, opening it. Sakusa didn’t say anything, pulling out a gag and her breath hitched. He sauntered back to her and she tried to keep her lips pressed together, making him raise a brow
“Didn’t you learn your lesson? Need I remind you again?” He warned her and she loosened her lips, pouting…. Sakusa wasn’t having it and he pressed the gag to her lips, which she begrudgingly parted. Smirking, he tightened the gag around her mouth before looking at her, sneering
“There we go… Nice and quiet” He cooed… He turned her around, his hands loosening the leather cuffs until her wrists were free, she felt joy despite being gagged, sitting up to hug him but she let out a muffled squeak when he roughly pushed her back onto the mattress
“I told you, you cannot touch me.” He slapped her thigh and she squirmed, gripping the sheets by her side. He gripped her shaky knees, bending them until they pressed against her breasts.
“Hold them” He said and she listened, gripping onto her knees. He eyed her drooling pussy, the way her folds glistened in need. Licking his lips, his fingers plucked into the holes of her tights, ripping them at the crotch, baring her folds and ass to him. She inhaled when he gripped the plug, looking at her flushed face
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about this…”
Sakusa gripped the leather cuffs again and she whined when her bound her wrists together under her knees, keeping her in place. He went back to his drawer but she struggled in her position to see what he was upto. He returned moments later his arms on either side of her body as he looked upon her intensely
“Are you ready for me to fuck you, baby?” He asked and she nodded her head eagerly. He wriggled his brows before standing up. She watched him roll a condom over his erect dick, her pussy clamping and clenching madly… He popped open the bottle of lube, making sure his shaft was extra slick before he stood at the end of the bed. She whimpered through her gag when he began rubbing her pussy with his dick
“So fucking wet…” He purred…
Her eyes widened when his lips curled into a devilish grin, she moaned through the gag when his fingers tugged on the plug… Curling her toes when he pulled it out, she felt herself gush just a little and he noticed…
“Oh god, your pretty little pussy is just aching to be filled… You’ve been wanting this all night, haven’t you?”
She nodded, her eyes welling with tears and he clicked his tongue
“Poor little bunny…”
Kaiya shivered when he poured lube over her folds, letting it drip down her back entrance. His palm rubbed her mound making her mewl but it was taken over by a muffled scream when two of his slick fingers rubbed her asshole, making her eyes widened. He let out a low chuckle, his eyes lidding
“How does it feel to be on the receiving end? I bet your heart is racing…” He teased, pushing one finger inside her making her whine.
“Don’t be a brat… You clearly wanted this because why else would you plug up little pretty little ass…”
He slipped in a second finger and she squealed when his other hand rubbed her pussy, thumbing her clit. His cheeks burned, watching her reactions… His cock was begging for another orgasm but he had to prep her first. He kept moving his fingers, slipping two of them into her pussy, thrusting into both of her holes fast. Her chest heaved and she squirmed wildly in her position, crying out from the intensity.
Sakusa’s fingers pushed in so deep, the lewd sloppy sounds of his fingering filled the room along with her muffled whines and mewls. She felt like she was going to cum from this, biting onto the gag, she tried to reach out for something but alas, she couldn’t move her arms…
She was completely at his mercy…
She fucking loved it.
He pulled his fingers away, listening to her whiney sobs at the loss of stimulation but he hushed her when his cock rubbed against her slick…
“Alright Bunny, I’ll fuck you… You’ve been tortured long enough” He sighed, gripping his cock as he pressed it against her pussy. Tilting his hips back, she awaited the sensation of being filled but her eyes snapped open and she screamed through her gag when he thrusted his fat tip inside her ass.
Sakusa grinned, “I never claimed I was going to fuck your pussy.”
She couldn’t stop the fat tears rolling down her cheeks, he was so mean… She really wanted to cum but now her heart was racing because he slowly slid himself deeper inside of her, letting out a low groan
“Fucking hell… I need to hear you squeal…” He grunted, his hands reaching behind her head to unclasp her gag. He dropped it on the bed, gripping her cheeks
“Do you need to say something?” He asked, hinting at her safe word but she bit her lip, shaking her head
“Ungh~I-It feels so weird…” She whimpered and he leaned down to peck her lips
“Should I pull out?” He asked
“N-No… I’m getting used to it… It hurts a little…”
Sakusa reached for the. bottle of lube, pulling his cock out just a until his tip was still inside her, he poured the gel over his dick again, making sure it was slicker before he slid back in. She moaned, her head leaning back
“Better?” He asked and she hummed, biting her lip. He saw how red her cheek were getting and he tried to distract her but rubbing her clit in gentle circles.
“Hngh~ Omi…” She mewled, and he let out a huff. His held her bound hands with his, moving his hips into her faster. Her eyes rolled back, arching her head. He kept his thrusts shallow, he was worried any deeper and it would hurt… but she seemed like it either way. Biting his lip, he kept moving just half of his cock inside her. The way her ass squeezed his dick was excruciating. He felt like he could cum any minute now
“More…” She panted and he grunted, going a little deeper… He slowly inched in further until his entire cock filled her up.
“Fuck–” He hissed, panting lightly, “I’m gonna move now”
She hummed, squeezing her muscles around him in excitement, making him hiss again
“Don’t be naughty”
Sakusa began thrusting into her harder, and she moaned. Oh god, it was a whole new sensation for her… It was way different than the plug… She could feel the heat searing from his cock, she could feel it growing bigger… She felt every throb… Her pussy was pulsating, and she whimpered when he went harder. His hands pressed her knees against her chest harder, grinding his hips into her. He leaned down, locking his lips with hers, swallowing up her moans, thrusting faster.
Trying to distract her, his tongue rolled against hers… She was quivering against him and he pulled away, panting against each… He nipped her ear, rutting his hips. He could feel the juices from her pussy rub against his lower body… It was too salacious for him, he couldn’t handle it…
“I’m cumming…” He groaned, stilling and she gasped, feeling the condom fill inside her… He pushed his heavy figure off her, slowly sliding his cock out of her. She whimpered when he pulled out, her arms feeling numb… Body still in shock from that utterly new sensation
Discarding the condom, Sakusa released her hands from their binds, letting her legs limp on the bed. She could feel the blood rushing back into her arms, the pins and needles slowly leaving…
He slipped the headband off her head, pulling her hair ties off, letting her tresses flow free. Then he pushed her heels off her feet before he slid the ruined stockings off her legs, massaging the indents it left over her skin… Sakusa’s arm went under her body, lifting her up before he settled her on top of him comfortably on his bed
“Does it hurt anywhere?” He muttered but she shook her head. He was gentle with his kisses, dotting them all over her face but he couldn’t help but notice the small pout on her cute lips.
“What’s wrong…?” He asked, rubbing his nose against hers and her eyes welled in tears, hiding her face in the crook of his neck
“Kaiya?” He asked, raising a brow
She peeked at him, “I wanted Omi-kun in my pussy…” She mumbled in embarrassment and he chuckled, gripping her jaw
“That’s right, you deserve to cum now…” He cooed. He needed a few moments, his cock wasn’t magic. He couldn’t make it hard in a matter of seconds. He kept pecking her lips softly, whispering sweet nothings
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her pussy rubbing his cock slowly… He grunted,
“Wait… It’s a bit sensitive…”
She nodded, biting her lip while resting her head on his shoulder…
This night had a crazy turn of events… She felt stupid for feeling jealous but she knew she deserved it… This is what he had to endure for so many months and she was horrible at understanding his feelings… She was hurt at him before because she thought he mistrusted her… But she did the same to him just now…
He was way more mature than she was…
She sat up to face him, her hand caressing his cheek
“Kiyoomi… Why did you let Adriah have the last point? You could have easily won the match… I don’t understand…” She asked him and he fell silent… He didn’t think she would have caught onto that… No one except Adriah did… He saw how curious she looked, and he felt embarrassed,
“… He was telling Meian before the match that it was the first time his ex-wife was coming with Luca to watch him play since their divorce… It’s not like I care but… I saw him coming for the ball and I just thought about that child… and I thought it’d be a memorable moment for a kid to see his father win…” He answered truthfully and she raised a brow, her eyes softening
“Kiyoomi, you’re the sweetest and kindest person I know… I’m so lucky to have you in my life… I’m so sorry for letting my jealousy get the better of me. I understand how you felt and I hate myself for doing that to you…” She answered but he hushed her by kissing her
“It’s alright… Everytime you become a brat, I’ll just put you back into place” he smirked, making her giggle
“That means I’ll have to be a brat all the time”
He kissed her neck and she bit her lip, “You little minx…”
Kaiya could feel his cock stirring against her and she sighed, leaning back to look at it. Sakusa grunted when he gripped his shaft, slowly pushing it inside her… He wasn’t fully hard yet but being wrapped in her warm pussy, he slowly felt his erection growing
“Omi” She sighed in bliss, gripping his face, “Can we stay like this for a bit? Just wanna feel you inside me…”
Her arms went under his, legs wrapping around his waist as she rested her head against him. Sakusa held her still, he was still trying to recover from his earlier orgasm but he enjoyed this intimate moment between them.
“I love you” She cooed softly, and he hummed, his hand rubbing circles on her back,
“I love you too, Kaiya” He said and she blushed. He raised a brow when he felt her walls grip his cock, looking at her
“You got excited from that?”
She blushed, “… I like gentle Omi too…” She mumbled and he smiled, kissing her cheek
“Let me take care of your pussy… I’ll be gentle so just relax, sweetheart…”
She felt her cheeks heat up but she slowly began grinding against him,
“Let’s celebrate your victory now” She whispered.
Sakusa grinned, he may have not won the match for his team but he didn’t care. He already won the most priceless thing in the universe, her heart.
tags:; osamu x reader, childhood friends, suggestive, atsumu being annoying, commitment issues, cute ending, mentions of food, cuddling, mentions of exs
wc: 656
You were hanging out on the couch with Osamu at the Miya house like you usually did. This time you two were watching a movie with you laying on top of Osamu snuggled into his chest after school.
You were half asleep with the furnace of a man under you rubbing your back to sleep.
Osamu and you were complicated. You two had been friends since middle school but about 2 months ago it grew into something else. Hugging and kissing turned into more but the discussion had not been had.
You two were fooling around and you refused to let yourself assume the nature of your relationship.
Friends with benefits is what most fits the situation. But friends didn’t rub each other’s backs to sleep as they cuddled. You didn’t let yourself hope or assume you’ve been burned by guys too many times in the past.
Sex only complicated things but it wasn’t like you two were planning on stopping anytime soon.
Half asleep staring at the screen with blurred eyes you heard feet bounding down the stairs. You tried to pull yourself up at the sight of Atsumu’s feet but you weren’t quick enough.
Atsumu stopped at the base of the stairs and squinted at you scrambling off of Osamu.
“What’s going on here?”
“Nothing.” You said a bit too quickly tucking your hair behind your ears feeling Osamu’s eyes on you but not saying anything.
“Hm doesn’t seem like nothing, y/n. Seems like you two are dating and keeping it a secret.” He slyly smiled. Atsumu knew how to push your buttons.
The night before Osamu and him had dinner and you came up as a topic.
“I’ve noticed you and y/n are getting closer,” Atsumu said wiggling his eyebrows to annoy his brother.
Osamu just stared at him, “Why are you doing that with your face.”
Atsumu dropped his eyebrows, “You know why. So are you two together?”
Osamu sighed, “I want to ask but I know y/n is too scared to say yes because of her exs.”
“Her exs?”
“They all agreed to be with her then once they cheated they would make the relationship not seem serious. Now she cringes at the word.” Osamu explained
Atsumu nodded his head, “Oh yeah what was that last guy’s name?”
“Ren.” Osamu picked at his food in thought. He wanted to ask but you were like a stray cat, one wrong move and you were out the door. He knew he would have to bite the bullet sometime, this limbo both of you were in wouldn’t last and he didn’t want to let you go.
“We aren’t dating Atsumu, you know we’re just friends,” you said. It wasn’t a lie just not the complete truth.
Osamu’s eyes could burn a hole into your skull at your words.
“Osamu she’s not your girlfriend?” Atsumu asked him with a smug smile staring at his twin.
“I mean not no-“
You shot your eyebrows up, “Uh nope no we are not. We are friends.”
Osamu laughed pushing back his gray hair. “You’re telling me all your friends put their face under your skir-“
You slapped a hand over his mouth feeling your face get hot.
“Shut up!”
Atsumu laughed, “What the fuck is wrong with both of you.” Turning back upstairs. It was obvious he came downstairs to mess with the two of you. His job was done.
Osamu raised his eyebrows and moved your hand from his mouth, kissing your wrist.
“Why did you have to say that Samu.” You groaned.
He shrugged, “I mean I thought you knew we were together, it’s pretty obvious.”
“You never asked…”
“Okay, y/n do you want to be my girlfriend?”
Your immediate reaction was to say no. To run and not come back because putting a label on things only made things scary and you’ve been burned before. But Samu was different, he was the nicest guy you knew and you two had been friends for years before this. If you were to give anyone a chance he would be the most deserving right? Plus he is great in bed.
∭A.T. X Reader ∭Reader: Gender-Neutral ∭Characters: ⇲Aone Takanobu ∭Word Count: 0.2k ∭Warnings: ⇲None ∭Prompt: ⇲Haunted Houses ∭Notes: ⇲This is super cute-
Aone hates ghostsー
He swore that one had accidentally been summoned after the horror movie you both watched. He swore that the house was never this quiet. Never this empty, this dark. Like all the warmth and light had left when you did. Leaving to visit your family, promising to return in a few days.
