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MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST

WARNING: THIS BLOG CONTAINS DARK, NSFW AND TABOO CONTENT

TOMURA SHIGARAKI

DICHOTOMY. 𖤐 MOMMY FETISH. 𖤐 LET IT HAPPEN. 𖤐 BRAVADO 𖤐 BUSY EARNIN’. 𖤐 EXPRESS. 𖤐 TERNARY.

KEIGO TAKAMI

IN A RUT. 𖤐 CUNNINGLINGUS. 𖤐 BAD GUY. 𖤐 FAMILY REUNION. 𖤐 FULL NELSON.

DABI

FAVOURITE POSITIONS. 𖤐 SCRATCH MARKS. 𖤐 RIMMING. 𖤐 CLIT PIERCING. 𖤐 TERNARY. 𖤐 BAD GUY. 𖤐 BUSY EARNIN’. 𖤐 FAMILY REUNION. 𖤐 BLOWJOB.

KATSUKI BAKUGOU

LATCH. 𖤐 PAINTING. 𖤐 MEAN. 𖤐 ICON. 𖤐 HE LOVES YOUR EYES. 𖤐 SKINCARE. 𖤐 PUSSY EATING.

I cannot undersell the importance of the fact that in Ultraman Rising the male lead cries because he’s just exhausted. It’s not played for comedy, he’s not treated as weaker or less of a man for it. He’s just so desperately tired and he just breaks down and cries because that’s a human response.

I cannot stress enough how important this is in a kid’s movie. That kids watching will see this guy who’s the main character becoming a hero, when he’s hurting, he cries and that’s okay because the world didn’t end when he cried. He needed it out of his system, the story continued

Thinking of 21+ Toge Inumaki who makes you come whenever he wants

"Can't anymore- no more-- Toge please-"

"Hmm.." he hums to himself and gets between your legs, removing the vibrator he's been pressing there for what feels like hours, with endless orgasms, some so hard they've left you all but melting in a puddle of your own arousal.

Sliding his fingers through your mess, sinking them into you, he seems to be inspecting.

A mischievous smile crosses his face and he curls his fingers, hitting the plushy spot inside you that makes your legs shake.

"T-To-ge-- Toge- wait-!!"

And with that grin and the pure devilish look in his lilac eyes, you know what he's going to do.

Unzipping his turtleneck, he leans right up close to your pretty face, making direct eye contact with his fingers knuckle deep inside you and he utters-

"come"

It makes him giggle every time he does this. Seeing you helplessly squirming, your cute hole gripping his fingers from his words alone.

He thinks this is what his cursed speech was for all along. He's found its purpose.

"come" again, he keeps going, seeing the sweat begin to glisten on your forehead, your hair sticking to your face, the sheets getting soaked.

And that's when he has another brainwave straight from hell.

He wonders if you'd mind.

Well, in this state he's sure you'd do anything even if he gave you a choice.

So he stands up from the bed, watching your dazed and confused expression for a moment, until his next command comes-

"on your knees"

And he watches your face shift from hesitant, shocked, and finally landing on... aroused.

He was right.

He knew a little freak like you would love this.

Now, he makes you come over and over until you're moaning and drooling all over him, giving the messiest head he's ever received.

But he knows you enjoy how he torments you, so he got cocky and started doing it in public.

Standing close enough so only you would hear, whispering directly in your ear-

"come"

And that's all it would take, to have your body shaking in his arms, biting your lip to stifle the moans. Sometimes you'd even try to hide your face in his chest, but he'd just push you back gently and continue as if nothing happened.

Every time he does it, he can't help but think about that perfect, dripping pussy, the slick that's pooling in your panties, then running down your legs by the third or fourth time, and it gets him undeniably hot.

He can't help but take pleasure in this, smiling to himself all day, when you're out shopping, getting lunch, or meeting friends.

Your friends do wonder why he looks so happy all the time...

⌗ 𝘑𝘑𝘒 𝘛𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘒 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛 1 ⁝ 𝘔𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘍𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘠𝘶𝘫𝘪 𝘐𝘵𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘍𝘦𝘮 𝘺/𝘯 ( ♥︎ )

Aged up!

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 | 伏黒 恵 ─ 𔒌 . ♡𝆬

Your routine with Megumi every weekend.

When you ride him.

How he treat you before falling sleep.

He's a boob man.

Giving him a hand job.

Stroking him while watching a movie.

Fingering you in public.

They way he worship you.

When you sit on his face.

Playing with your tits.

The way he rub your pussy.

He loves your sensitive nipples.

69 with Megumi.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 | 虎杖 悠仁 ─ 𓐐𓎩 . ♡𝆬

Everyone knows that he's an ass man.

Giving him a thighjob.

Yuji and his gamer girlfriend.

Reverse cowgirl with Yuji.

Yuji and his breeding kink.

When you sit on his lap.

When you let him fuck your ass.

Fucking you in public.

He's your good boy.

When you're trying to sleep.

He likes your panties.

Sucking your tits.

how to lose a guy in 10 days- t. oikawa

masterlist

day five

somehow, yui has done it, and you sink into the cushioned sofa. toru sits down next to you, crossing his legs. yui has on thick glasses, and her short hair is slicked back.

“so, how long have you been seeing each other?” she asks.

“hm… well…. five days.” you say, placing a hand on torus back.

“five days. interesting.” yui says, writing into her notebook placed on her lap. ”is it too soon to be seeing a therapist?” toru asks.

“well, 5 days isn’t like a lifetime or anything-” you start.

“its less than a week.” toru cuts in.

you sigh.

“did you hear that tone?” you ask, turning to yui. “how can we not fight when he speaks to me with a tone like that!”

“how are things between you two sexually?” yui asks.

“we haven’t had sex.” toru says.

you breath in sharply.

“well toru has a itty bitty problem!” you say, demonstrating with your fingers.

“i don’t have a problem.” he defends himself, shaking his head.

“yes you do!” you say, smiling sweetly. ”no i do not have a problem.” ”yeah.. its a big problem.”

“thats enough.” he says.

“y’know, i’m sensing a lot of anger here. it seems to me, that you might be ashamed of y/n.” yui says, peeking over the rim of her glasses.

you gasp.

“i knew it. you are ashamed of me!” you start to fake cry, covering your face with a tissue.

“no no no i’m not.” he says.

“then prove it!” you start to ‘sob’ into the tissue.

“i will! i’ll take you to my hometown tomorrow and you can meet all my family and friends.”

“now thats a positive idea!” says yui. you bite your lip. you don’t really want to do this.

“it is?” you say.

“yes! how about it y/n!”

the two of you leave therapy soon after.

“i was serious.” he says, after a moment of silence.

“about what?” you ask.

“taking you to my hometown tomorrow. it’s not far.”

“sure.” you agree, sure to regret it. there is no way you can keep up the act in front of his family.

the two of you split off from each other, heading to your respective apartments.

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satoru holds your thighs back and in place while suguru eats you out until his jaw is sore, your eyes watering and your toes curling from how good he was doing, your thighs wanting to give out, but you couldn't even put them down because of satoru holding them.

you were a leg closer—the worst kind, to be exact. where you would slam your thighs together whenever you got overstimulated, and that would give satoru and suguru a massive headache. to be fair, it didn't make them upset because who wouldn't want their heads squished by you? but it would be extra rough. he didn't mind; he loved having that sensation, but sometimes he just liked to have his tongue deep, or when he sucked on your clit, a position that called for extra support and for your legs to be spread.

so they would trick you at the worst moments, usually when it came to suguru because of how well his tongue worked when he was super into it, sliding his tongue all over your dripping core while you moaned and squirmed. you couldn't stay still to save your life, so he told satoru to get behind you and make sure you didn't squirm one bit. he had to focus on what he was doing, and he couldn't do that if you kept moving and squishing him in between your thighs.

right when your eyes would close and your legs would twitch, satoru would slide behind you and take a hold of your thighs, holding them back.

"satoruuuu." whining as you try to push suguru's head away, but he doesn't budge, trying to squirm in place, but satoru's grip is too strong for you. you came fast; you couldn't help it, especially with suguru, who liked the way you came on his tongue. five minutes wasn't enough to keep him satisfied, so he had satoru hold you so he could keep going.

whining even after the sheets are damp and your fluids, along with his saliva, are dripping from his chin. suguru looked you dead in the eye to tease you, letting you know with no words that he was going to keep going, regardless of whether you were crying or whining.

satoru loved being the leg holder more than he did actually eating you up. yes, he really loved eating you out and having your taste linger in your mouth, but it was something around making sure you stayed still and whispering things in your ear that got him off.

having you scratch and claw at his arms is what he loved while suguru had you squirting back and forth, drowning himself in between your thighs. even taking one hand off your thigh and sliding it up to your neck, giving it. a light squeeze before pushing your chin up and kissing you.

whenever they did this, it was just a huge blur. all you could remember was how good you felt in the moment and how suguru's tongue felt sliding over your slit and flicking back and forth on your clit, his spit coating your pussy and satoru's all over your tongue.

they made sure to make sure that you took everything they gave you to make sure the pleasure was surging through your body without any complications. satoru's grip would be so firm on your thighs. that it would leave a mark, looking in the mirror, smiling, and seeing them.

no more chasing

SMUT.

kenji groaned, his pretty eyes squinted and his eyebrows furrowing. "shit, baby," ken said, thrusting his hips into your sloppy cunt as he gripped onto your hips, pulling them in to meet his thrusts.

you whined and held on to the bathroom sink, eyes rolling back into your skull. "kenji," you whined, your lips parting immediately after as ken pulled you in to reach deeper upon hearing your noises. "b-baby," you called out. you looked at the mirror in front of you, and there you saw your flushed, sweaty face, with your hair sticking to your cheeks and forehead.

you looked at kenji who was fucking you from behind, hearing his pants and groans grow loud as he thrusts faster. ken took a peek at your face through the mirror and smirked widely as he sees your pretty, vulnerable face while he gripped on your ass. "suckin' me in so much, baby." he said, letting out a laugh as you moaned in response. kenji bent over to kiss your shoulders, wet noises as he kissed them filled your ears. he then let go of the grip that he had on your ass, using his right arm to hold your stomach before sliding his hand down lower, pressing on it.

kenji hissed upon feeling his cock through your stomach, making you moan and roll back your eyes once more upon the contact. "fuuuck, you feel that, baby? yeah?" he moaned. "feel my cock deep inside you?" kenji put more pressure on his hands as he pressed his bare chest onto your back, your ass and his hips making noises upon skin contact.

you pushed your hand to the mirror in front of you to try and balance yourself. kenji kissed the back of your neck and placed his hand on top of yours, interlocking your fingers. he kissed your shoulder again and leaned into your ear, smirking as he whispered, "you're mine."

ULTRAMAN, I WON’T LAST! kenji spice w/ v

kenji gets nasty w/ u … but in a form he’s 135 meters tall in.

cw. kenji is so BIG, ultraman form! kenji, consensual, kenji is lowk a perv, kenji may be 50+ meters tall but that wont stop him from fingering u, praise kink intended, size kink, BASED OFF REQUEST FOR ANON so we’ll be seeing this idea again. thinkg of it like a sneak peak. pretend kenji can actually fit a little bit of himself inside of u pls. i am never beating the ultraman fucker allegations

notes. don’t look at me. infact, dont even read this

thinking about kenji fucking you in ultraman form…

kenji was yours. in every aspect, angle, and perspective possible— kenji sato was yours. he admired every trait you had like it was religion, adored all your flaws like they were perfection—loved you so much, it tore through him. he noticed every little thing about you; every little tic, every little sparkle in your eyes? it was only ever you.

only ever you.

when you first saw kenji in all his ultra-glory, you expected him to be a bit awkward. it was a big step for the both of you; kenji revealing that he was ultraman was hard for both parties, especially because of just how relied on he was. every kaiju attack led to yet another article on ultraman, and just how amazing he was. amazing, but unreachable. until now. now, he was standing right infront of you—sitting on his knees, looking down on you. all alone.

the jourwould kill to be in your spot right now.

his hand comes to rest onto the floor next to you, and you feel his gaze tightening—settling on you.

a target locked, and an arrow shot.

“come on, baby. come on—yeah, baby. yeah, like that. so good.”

a target locked.

his finger curled inside of you, and you shook even harder. “god, kenji—“ you cried, looking up at the gigantic man who had you stripped down bare while he, humiliatingly, kept not only his gear—but his ultraman form, too. your back arched as he tried to plunge in deeper.

“oh— oh my fucking— kenji.” contrary to your belief—kenji didn’t even have the tip of his pinky stuck inside you. he only had a quarter of his nail, and it was already tearing you apart. “kenji, i migh— i might… i might break—“ you babbled, and he tilted his head. you were sitting in the palm of his hand, literally, with his pinky finger’s nail (or where a nail would be) tearing you open and rendering you far more fucked out than you thought you’d be, making lewd noises in a place you’d never thought you’d make lewd noises in, and lastly—getting fucked by kenji in his ultraman form.

he pumped in, and out; your brain rewired itself.

suddenly, you couldn’t think anymore; not that you minded.

you knew kenji would take care of you.

he leaned in, his simple face practically towering over your entire person, and watched as what fit of his pinky worked you over and had you babbling.

“i’ve dreamed of this moment.” he says, to particularly no one—because you are so gone, you can only look up at him—“of seeing how much of me you could take in this form.” he continued, “i admit, i didn’t even think you could take my pinky or any part of my body at all. you passed my expectations, baby.” whether you were being mocked or not, you didn’t know or care. you feel so fucking full. “you feel small baby?” he asks, and then from there on—it’s just his voice.

“i asked you a question. you feel small, baby? always acting so high and mighty—always bossing me aroundd… guess you just needed to get fucked huh? wanted to be taken care of? i’ll take care of you. i’ll take care of you, baby. you don’t gotta worry.”

a target locked, and an arrow shot.

is it really you? ➳ ken sato

pairing: ken sato x reader

word count: 866

genre/warnings: fluff, sort of a crack fic, 3+1 things, wrote this with a sarcastic tone LMAO, a bit of profanity, grammatical errors most likely (wrote this at 1AM), reader uses fem pronouns

synopsis: the 3 times kenji sato swore he saw you, and the 1 time he actually saw you.

a/n: yes, i'm finally giving in to the kenji sato brainrot HUHUHUH if i had known he was the reason my writer's block would disappear, would've watched the movie sooner i'm ngl edit: AAAAAA WHAT 600+ NOTES??? U GUYS ARE INSANEEE I LOVE YOU ALL this is now up on my ao3!!

At the New Tokyo Dome at his first game as a Giants player

Maybe he was just dreaming, maybe it was the fatigue actually catching up to him ever since he hopped off that plane, or maybe he did actually see you in that stadium amongst the crowd cheering his name. You, as in his childhood best friend, arguably one of the best parts of his childhood in Japan before leaving for LA. You, as in the childhood best friend he never got to say a proper goodbye to. You, as in the childhood best friend whom he always missed and cried to his mom about whenever he'd get homesick. (You, as in the childhood best friend he'd harbored a secret crush on as a kid. As an adult? Psh, what sane person gets hung up on a person who must've forgotten him all those years ago. Not Ken Sato, for sure, yeah, uh-huh.) He'd never know for certain, of course, because as he was about to stop and look, a Kaiju crashed a KDF plane into the ceiling of the stadium.

KAIJU ALERT, his watch blared in an angry red face. He sighed, making his way to the nearest stadium exit and heading towards the dimly-lit part of the street by the stadium. Not without stopping for a split second because he thought he saw your silhouette. Silhouette, really? My God, Kenji, pull yourself together, he told himself. Of course, that wouldn’t be your silhouette because he definitely doesn’t know what you look like anymore, what food you like, what your job is, how you held up after he left for LA. Of course, he doesn’t know that.

Shaking off any more thoughts of you, Kenji turned into his giant alter-ego to fight off the Kaiju wreaking havoc on the streets of Tokyo. (a distraction, really, as Mina would say.)

2. On a grocery run looking exhausted as hell.

It had been two weeks since he took in the baby kaiju in his basement and Kenji Sato has never been more exhausted. If you ask him, exhausted would be an understatement. Nevertheless, his mind was actually alive (much to Mina's surprise) because he swears this time, that he actually saw you. With his own two eyes. As if locked in a daze, he secretly followed you like a lost puppy with a push cart in the grocery store before realizing you were heading for the exit. He stopped in his tracks as the doors opened for you, realizing the items he got weren't paid for yet.

Begrudgingly, he went back inside the grocery and got the rest of the items he needed before going back to his house.

Next time, I swear, I'll talk to her, Kenji said to himself as he drove back to his place.

3. During Emi's acid reflux rampage.

Shit, shit, shit, he cursed to himself like a mantra as he zoomed across the streets of Tokyo on his bike, trying to chase after the pink baby kaiju that somehow escaped his basement that he explicitly placed under the care of Mina (in case you couldn’t tell, he's definitely glaring at his AI assistant). Looking at the construction site beside him as he sat in traffic, an idea popped in his head. He could use that to give him a boost to quickly get to the baby. He rode up the makeshift ramp and turned into his giant alter-ego, catching his bike in time.

"Holy shit." He froze. Goddammit, had he really been that careless? Changing in front of a civilian? Nervously chuckling, he turned around to face the owner of the voice, mentally preparing his response [read: excuse] only to be wide-eyed and speechless. The owner of the voice was you. You, as in his childhood best friend, whom he's been trying to catch up with ever since he landed in Japan.

"What the fuck! Ultraman is Ke-" You exclaimed before you got rudely interrupted by the giant superhero. "Hey, shhh! Can we, like, stay quiet on this matter? I know I don't have an NDA right now but my bike will suffice, I guess. I'll get it back from you, I swear, I just really have to take care of this right now. Treat you to our usual spot? Thanks!" He said frantically before running away to take care of his huge baby problem.

Not really the best way to reconnect with your childhood best friend.

+1. After the battle at sea with the KDF.

"Hey, sorry for being late, had to take care of something." He apologized as he jogged up to you on your usual hang-out spot when you were children. You reassured him, saying that you had just arrived, too. "I didn't know what kinda stuff you eat now as an athlete superstar so I just went for the safest convenience store options." You said sheepishly, holding up the plastic bags with a weary smile. "I don't mind, I actually like convenience store snacks." He beamed on how you still remember what he used to like as a kid.

"So, Ken Sato, gonna explain?"

"Oh, you're gonna want to sit down for this."

catch of a lifetime.

summary: kenji sato really just wants you at his game. you propose a bet instead: you’re going to come to his game but if he loses, he treats you to dinner; if he wins, he can ask you for anything in return—and ken knows exactly what he wants.

pairing: kenji sato x fem!reader genres: tooth-rotting fluff, pining; friends to lovers!au word count: 2.0k

-> warnings: profanity, inaccurate depictions of baseball because i have no idea how the sport works, slightly suggestive towards the end -> note: i wrote this in one sitting. welp.

“It would mean a lot to me if you came.”

Kenji Sato is known for being a lot of things—handsome, talented, the best thing that’s ever happened to the world of Japanese baseball—but being sincere is not one of them. He’s an insufferable, over-confident prat most of the time, as Coach Shimura would willingly attest, and he knows all of this, too. He can’t really help it; the media eats out of the palm of his hand when he showcases his suave, debonair side.

You, on the other hand, snort inelegantly at him, swat at his shoulder, and say, “I’m busy that evening, Kenji.”

The baseball player frowns, lips jutting out petulantly. “With what? You’re usually free on Friday evenings.”

“Yeah, I’m busy,” you inform him, clutching a stack of documents to your chest. A loose sheet of paper flies out of your hold, and Ken bends down and picks it up, holding it out for you. “I need to binge-watch the newest season of Bridgerton.”

“Hey!” Kenji draws his hand back, still holding the paper. “I thought we were gonna watch that together.”

He can’t believe you would betray him like this. Binge-watching stuff together is your thing, and it always has been ever since he moved back to Tokyo. Kenji Sato doesn’t have many friends, but you walked straight into his life just like Emi did—easily and simply, like the universe decreed it. It’s a perk, he thinks, to being the secretary of the manager of the Yomiuri Giants. On one hand, you frequent his practices so often that Kenji was used to seeing you scribble down notes, sitting by the bleachers. 

On the other hand, however, you aren’t forced to attend all the Giants’ matches. You tend to use the time you get off to rest and relax and rejuvenate, coming back to Ken’s next practice session with bright eyes and a happy grin.

You roll your eyes at his antics, reaching out and trying to grab the document. The baseball player merely holds his arm above his head and sticks his tongue out at you when you can’t reach it. 

“Kenji,” you warn. “Give that back right now.”

“Or what?”

“Or you’ll lose the exclusive invitations our team has for the fundraising gala being held by the KDF next week, and Mr. Nishimura will have your head.”

At the mention of his manager’s name, Kenji blanches. Mr. Nishimura is known for his work ethic—he’s composed, efficient, and level-headed. But he’s also strict and scary when something impairs his meticulously thought out plans. Ken can’t possibly fathom being on his bad side; it puts dealing with Emi’s acid reflux to shame.

But perhaps… he can take advantage of this.

“I’ll give it back,” he says, “but only on one condition.”

You raise an eyebrow but don’t say anything. Ken takes that as a sign to continue.

“You come to the game tomorrow.”

A brief flash of irritation crosses over your features. Kenji feels slightly guilty, but he doesn’t take back his words.

He likes you, so God help him, and keeping this confession contained within him is driving him over the edge.

“I’ll do you one better,” you challenge. Kenji is startled; he gulps at the conviction in your tone.

“I’ll come to your game tomorrow, but I have a condition too,” you say. “If you lose the game, you have to take me out to dinner.”

A slow grin spreads on Ken’s face. “Ah, but you see—I never lose.”

“Hasn’t Coach Shimura told you to cut down on that ego of yours?”

“Fine, fine. I accept.” Kenji shrugs. “But what do I get if I win?”

You consider it, brows furrowing and lips pressed together in that way you always do when you’re thinking hard about something. He waits patiently, bringing his hand back down and flicking a strand of hair out of his eyes. 

Finally, you say, “You can ask me for any favour.”

“Any favour?”

“Yes, Ken.” You sigh with mock regret. “Anything.”

Kenji squints at the printed words on the paper he’s holding. “Say, does this event allow us to bring dates?”

You snatch the sheet from him, scowling. “That’s for me to know.”

“And for me to find out?”

“And for you to never find out.”

“Rude.”

The cheer of the spectators in the stadium is deafening, their excited shouts and loud claps making Kenji’s ears ring. It’s a full house tonight—Coach Shimura had informed them that all the tickets were sold out, and then grudgingly pointed at Ken and muttered, “All thanks to this fellow.” Perspiration drips off his forehead and down the sides of his face. His gloves fit his hands snugly, slightly worn out from constant use. It’s a bit humid; the dome protecting the stadium doesn’t allow natural air circulation.

Yet, despite all the noise and clamour surrounding him, all Kenji Sato can do is stare at you.

You’re leaning over the barricade, completely ignoring the relatively more comfortable seats you get in the VIP stand. Your gaze is trained on the ball, hollering obscenities when one of the Giants makes a mistake, and hooting gleefully when his team does well. Even from a distance, your enthusiasm is infectious.

That’s not the only reason Kenji Sato can’t stop looking at you. There’s another—something more devious on your part. He has to lick his lips and force himself to tear his eyes off you.

Out of all things dastardly and cunning in this world, you chose the worst kind of torture imaginable: The shirt you’re wearing, hanging loosely off your shoulders and tucked into your jeans is his jersey.

It’s an old jersey, one he wore back when he still lived in LA. With fraying edges and faded colours, it’s little more than a washed-out t-shirt. Still, it looks fucking gorgeous on you—but as exhilirating as it is, seeing you in his clothes, it’s making it so fucking hard for him to focus.

The ball whizzes just past his shoulder. He swings his bat a second too late and misses it. 

Strike one.

Barely biting back a groan of frustration, Kenji ignores the taunting snicker of the opposing team’s catcher. He chances a glance at you.

You’re glaring at him, eyebrows knit together in a vicious frown and lips pressed together. He can imagine the kind of thoughts you’re having about him right now. He can practically hear your voice in his head, teasing him mercilessly for missing the ball. Ken gulps. You’re a formidable force of nature, and he does not want to get on your bad side.

Taking a deep breath, Kenji Sato reminds himself of the bet. His life depends on it.

Well, not really. Underneath the veneer of calm, composed, gentlemanly cockiness, Kenji Sato has always had a flair for the dramatics. He remembers what he’s going to ask you if he wins.

He absolutely must win. It’s a matter of life and death.

Strengthening his resolve, Kenji turns back to the pitcher and fixes him with a scowl so intent, it would make any bystander quake in their boots. He can’t wait for this match to end, can’t wait to see your brilliant smile at his victory. He also can’t wait to get back home to Emi and her mother, and his father, and tell them that he’s finally accomplished the one thing he’s been aching for ever since he met you.

When he hits the winning shot, it’s as though Kenji gets tunnel vision. He jogs across the field, giving high-fives to his teammates and shaking hands with the losing team. But he’s not concentrating much; all he can think of is you in his periphery.

He makes his way over to the VIP stand—and nearly keels over, right there, on the soft grass of the pitch.

Your smile is so blinding, it feels like something’s been lit up inside Kenji’s body. 

He slows down, returning your smile. He takes off his helmet and drops it somewhere by his feet. Running a hand through his sweaty hair, he winks at you.

“So,” he says. “What do you think?”

Your grin doesn’t waver even as you insult him affectionately. “I think you’re gross and sweaty and need to take a shower, like, right now.”

“I bust my ass out there to win the stupid trophy and this is what I get as a reward?”

“Congratulations, Ken,” you say softly, sincerity evident in your voice. “You were amazing out there.”

Normally, Kenji would reply with some snarky, arrogant comment. But it’s you, so, instead, he says, “Thank you.”

“I guess I owe you something now, huh?”

He smirks, not unkindly. Elation fills his entire being.

This is it. This is what he played for today.

“I want you,” Kenji says slowly, “to go out on a date with me.”

He waits for your reaction. You gape at him as soon as the words leave his mouth. Your eyes are wide open and your mouth parts slightly. The thought that he’s made an irredeemable, irreversible mistake briefly flashes across his mind.

“Yes, oh my God!”

You fling your arms around his neck, pulling him close to you. The barricade digs into his sternum, but Kenji finds he doesn’t really care, lost in your tight embrace as he is. He wraps his arms around you as comfortably as he can and inhales your scent. Both of you stay that way for a moment, simply indulging in each other. The cheers from the crowds over his win turns into static background noise. All that exists is this: You, him, and the undeniable joy that comes from having your confession being accepted.

Kenji is loath to pull away from you, but the posture soon becomes uncomfortable, and he’s more concerned about you straining some muscle because of him. 

He looks at your face, all sunshine and golden. You’re happy because of him, he thinks. He’s made you happy. What more could he possibly want?

“Can I kiss you now?” he asks, bringing his hands up to cup the sides of your face. “Even though I’m all gross and sweaty?”

You roll your eyes at him. “Like that’s gonna stop you.”

“You’re right,” Ken agrees, and then he kisses you.

It’s a burst of colours against his closed eyelids. He feels like a bunch of fireworks have gone off inside his chest, painting every part of him in warmth. Your lips are soft; you taste like breath mints and coffee, and Kenji wants more. He swallows all your gasps with his mouth, tilting his head and deepening the kiss. You clutch the front of his shirt with your hands, like you’re pulling him closer and closer, even though there is no distance to traverse.

It’s heaven.

For all the grudges that Kenji Sato holds against the KDF, he has to admit they can throw a pretty mean party.

He wonders, though, if he’s just in a good mood because your hand is wrapped around his arm.

“Have I ever told you,” you lean forward and whisper into his ear conspiratorially, “that you look incredibly delicious in a suit?”

Kenji chokes on air. You pat his back nonchalantly while he splutters. 

Once he recovers, he gives you a onceover (you pretend like he hasn’t been checking you out ever since you entered the venue) and tugs you towards him. “I bet you look even more delicious with that dress of yours off.”

You shiver. Kenji smirks. He’s won the battle for now. Looking around, he spots a familiar face in the crowd. “Ami!” he exclaims, waving at her.

“Hello, Kenji,” the journalist greets him, walking over to you both. 

“Ami,” Kenji says, an infectious sort of excitement in his voice. He looks at you and then back at his friend, a soft smile on his lips. “I wanted you to be the first to know.”

She raises a shrewd eyebrow. “Is it something I can publish?”

“I don’t know, babe,” the baseball player says, turning to you. He doesn’t miss the knowing chuckle Ami directs at him. “Is it?”

“Yes,” you confirm, stepping forward with a hand outstretched. “It’s nice to meet you, Ami. I’m Kenji Sato’s girlfriend. Whatever this oaf tells you, don’t believe it. He thinks he won the bet, but it’s really me who won the catch of a lifetime.”

Ch. 8 - Seedling The symbolic meaning of seedlings is often associated with potential, trust, and hope. ⚠️NSFW BELOW⚠️ AN: TW: Elements of non-con

You sat up suddenly, the room clouded with darkness as you adjusted to your surroundings now sober. You pressed the button on your phone so it would light up and display the time: 4:00am. You shifted onto your back, groaning softly as the remnants of your restless sleep clung to your senses. The room felt too warm, too stifling, and the pounding headache that accompanied your awakening didn't help matters. As you slowly became more aware of your surroundings, the memories of the previous night flooded back. The pulsating music, the neon lights, the intimate dance with Naoya all replayed in your mind like some kind of hazy dream. But reality hit even harder when you turned your head and your eyes focused on the man sleeping beside you.

Naoya laid there, his features softened in his sleep, a stark contrast to the hardness that usually defined him. You could hear the soft sounds of his rhythmic breathing, his peaceful face quite a sight considering the man you were used to. However, the tranquility was short-lived as he began to shift and mumble in his sleep.

"N...no, Mmmom...don't leave. C-come back," Naoya stuttered, his voice a mixture of desperation and pain. His fists gripped at the sheets, his grip opening and closing as if chasing after something. The vulnerability in his sleep-induced ramblings had become a regular occurrence, one you hadn't brought up since that first night.

Your brow furrowed with concern as you watched his unconscious body clutch the sheets. His mommy issues were ever-apparent even in his dreams. A surge of empathy tugged at your heart, urging you to reach out, to offer comfort to the tormented soul lying beside you. Just as your hand hovered in the air, ready to bridge the gap between you and him, a haunting voice echoed in your mind. It wasn't Naoya's voice, but the cold, calculating tone of your father, reminding you of your duty, your purpose.

"Y/N, you can't afford to be swayed by emotions. Your duty is clear. The Zenin heirs must fall to strengthen our clan one way or another. You don't have the luxury of love; it's a weakness that you cannot afford."

The memory of your father's scolding replayed in your mind like a relentless loop. You winced at the idea, the pain of losing someone you genuinely cared for surfacing once again. The seven years of marriage to Naohiro, a man you had actually loved, had ended in tragedy. The cautionary tale lingered, reminding you that love was a dangerous territory, a luxury you couldn't afford. The conflict within you intensified as the need for duty clashed with the empathetic desire to comfort Naoya.

With a resigned sigh, you pulled your hand back, abandoning the idea of offering solace to the troubled man beside you. Instead, you slid out of the bed, careful not to disturb his restless sleep. Gathering your things, draped in his shirt that he'd given you, you silently padded towards the bathroom, the cool floor beneath your feet much different than the warmth of the bed you'd just left behind.

The hot water cascaded over you, a welcome relief from the throbbing headache and lingering regret. As the steam enveloped the bathroom, you tried to wash away not only the physical remnants of the night but also the emotional turmoil that accompanied it. Memories of your time with Naohiro plagued your mind as you recalled Naoya's troubled sleep and your father's voice echoing in your head.

Meanwhile, Naoya stirred in bed, his eyes squinting against the intrusion of daylight that had begun to seep into the room. The hangover lingered as a dull ache in his temples. He blinked, surveying the room, and a jolt of realization hit him as he noticed the disheveled state of the bed and the lingering scent of sex in the air. His gaze shifted to your empty futon, neatly made up, betraying no sign of the intimacy that had transpired between you. Confusion clouded his features as he tried to piece together the events of the night before.

Running a hand through his disheveled hair, Naoya sat up, the remnants of his groggy hangover very much present. As his memories gradually came into focus, the intensity of your shared moment surged within him. His heart fluttered, a flicker of vulnerability threatening to surface. "No," he muttered angrily to himself, as if trying to dispel the emotions that threatened to rise.

In an attempt to make sense of it all, he scanned the room for any clues. His eyes fell on the discarded clothes, the tousled sheets, and the faint marks of passion stained into them. A tinge of regret mingled with curiosity as he recalled the moments leading up to your shared intimacy. As he wrestled with the realization of the previous night's events, you walked back into the room fresh from your shower albeit with damp hair. The awkward tension was incredibly present as your eyes met and you both found yourselves at a loss for words.

"Good morning," you said, your voice carrying a hint of unease. You averted your gaze as you stepped further into the room to put your shower things away in one of the nearby cabinets.

Naoya chuckled darkly as he sat on the edge of the bed, watching you with a predatory gaze. "We had an interesting night, didn't we?" He remarked, his tone casual, almost indifferent.

Your eyes darted briefly to him as you came to stand straight, registering the subtle shift in the conversation. "It was...something," you replied cautiously, choosing your words carefully while crossing your arms tightly against your chest.

He leaned back on his hands, a smug grin playing on his lips. "Something, indeed. We didn't just dance, did we?"

You sighed inwardly, feeling a surge of irritation at his arrogance. "Naoya, it happened. Let's not dwell on it." Your words carried the confirmation he needed to refresh his memory.

His grin widened. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of dwelling on it," he relied smugly, "once is enough for me."

You rolled your eyes at his demeanor. "How gracious of you," you retorted, unable to suppress a hint of sarcasm as you relaxed your posture and peeled back the cover to your futon to slip inside, desperately needing more sleep after such a night of revelry.

Ignoring your response, Naoya got up from the bed and began gathering his things for his own shower. "I'll need to scrub the filthy remnants of you off of me," he remarked casually, a smirk playing on his lips.

You couldn't help but scoff at his comment as you snuggled further into your pillow on the floor, the audacity of his arrogance grating on your nerves. "Don't strain yourself," you muttered under your breath, shaking your head in disbelief.

Naoya chuckled darkly at your retort, his smug expression maintaining as he sauntered out of the room with an air of superiority. His laughter echoed in the now empty space as you attempted to find a more fulfilling sleep.

Meanwhile, as he walked down the hallway, he ground his teeth together, the memory of the way you'd made him feel just a few short hours ago gnawed at him like a relentless beast. As he stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower, the hot water cascading over his tense muscles, he tried to push aside the thoughts of you. But the image of your tousled hair, the curve of your body, and the passion between you refused to fade. It was intoxicating, infuriating, and undeniably alluring.

Anger boiled within him as he forcibly scrubbed his skin, trying to rid himself of the lingering remnants of your touch. Yet, with each stroke of his hand, his mind betrayed him, conjuring vivid images of your bodies entwined, your breath mingling, and your moans filling the air. His cock stiffened against his will, a physical manifestation of his conflicting desires. It throbbed with a relentless ache, begging for attention as if to mock his attempts to resist. He cursed under his breath, the pulsing heat of his member demanding release.

Closing his eyes, he allowed himself to succumb to the overwhelming urge coursing through him. His hand trailed down his body, fingers wrapping around his hardened length with a firm grip. The sensation sent a shiver down his spine, igniting a fire in his veins that burned with a fierce intensity. As he stroked himself, the memory of your touch flooded his mind, each stroke of his hand echoing the passion of your night together. He suddenly remembered the softness of your skin beneath his fingertips, the warmth of your breath against his skin, and the way you'd whimpered his name with such fervor.

He stood beneath the hot spray of the shower, his hand wrapped firmly around his throbbing cock. "Fuck," he muttered, cursing under his breath, the memory of your enticing moans and the way you squirmed beneath him flashing through his mind. "Why can't I get you out of my head?"

He gritted his teeth, his movements becoming more urgent as he tried in vain to push thoughts of you from his mind. Attempting to think of other women he'd been with wasn't even doing the trick. The vivid images of the hours prior played like a tantalizing filmstrip, each frame capturing a moment of your shared passion.

"Damn it," he growled, his grip tightening around his shaft as he surrendered to the intoxicating fantasy of you. He could almost feel the softness of your skin beneath his fingertips, the warmth of your breath against his neck.

His hips bucked involuntarily, his rhythm matching the frantic beat of his heart as he lost himself in the vivid recollection. "God, you drive me insane," he hissed, the words escaping his lips in a desperate plea for release.

With each stroke, he could feel the tension building within him, the pleasure threatening to consume him whole. The memory of your moans echoed in his ears, fueling the fire that raged within him. "Fuck," he gasped, his breath growing shallow as he edged closer and closer to his climax.

And then it hit him, a wave of pleasure crashing over him with a force that left him breathless. He cried out, his voice mingling with the soft pattering of the shower as he surrendered to the overwhelming sensation around his cockhead. But even as he came down from his high, his body trembling with the aftershocks of release, he couldn't shake the vivid flashes of you within his mind.

He slammed his fist against the tile to the shower. "Damn it, Y/N," he muttered, his voice laced with frustration and desire. "What have you done to me?"

As the morning unfolded, Naoya didn't return to the bedroom after his shower, leaving you to wake up in the late morning to an empty room. You sighed, deciding to put the events of the night behind you and go about your day. After freshening up, you headed to the kitchen for a late breakfast.

The kitchen was a bustling hive of activity, attendants swarming around, preparing ingredients and discussing the upcoming lunch. You grabbed a piece of toast and watched the organized chaos unfold. Swallowing your thoughts about the evening shared with Naoya, you focused on the simple act of eating.

Through one of the open kitchen windows, you caught sight of Naoya out in the garden, engaged in what appeared to be a heated discussion with his father. Curiosity piqued and you set your plate down and moved closer to the window, careful not to draw attention to yourself. From your vantage point, you watched as Naoya argued vehemently, his gestures animated and his expression impassioned. Naobito, on the other hand, remained calm and composed, his responses measured and deliberate. With a mischievous grin, you decided to take your toast with you and head out into the garden. Casually munching on the last bites, you approached Naoya, who was clearly steaming as his father walked away.

"Naoya, darling," you greeted with a teasing lilt, "what's gotten up your ass this fine morning?"

He shot you a venomous glance, his frustration palpable. "Your damn family," he spat out, the words punctuated with his lingering anger. "My father just told me your old man insists on having our pathetic wedding at some damn shrine in Kyoto instead of Tokyo. What the hell is that about?!"

Your eyes narrowed at the disdain in his tone, but you maintained a composed facade. "Kyoto is a beautiful place, Naoya. Maybe your father agrees a shrine there would bring some semblance of sanctity to our union, seeing as I'm living here now thanks to our compromise," you remarked, not missing the opportunity to add a touch of sarcasm.

"Sanctity? In this farce of a marriage? Spare me, Y/N," he scoffed, the mention of the wedding clearly rubbing him the wrong way. "And don't think you can distract me with your sweet words. I know your game."

Your eyebrows arched in feigned innocence. "Game? Naoya, you're imagining things. If you have an issue with the location, take it up with my father. It's his grand idea, not mine."

He glared at you, suspicion lingering in his eyes. "Your father, huh? I wouldn't put it past your scheming family to have some ulterior motive. Maybe he's giving you your window to kill me."

You rolled your eyes at his conspiracy theories, however right he may be. "Naoya, you're being ridiculous. Our families agreed on this arrangement together. There's nothing sinister at play."

He ground his jaw and took a step closer to you, the intensity of his gaze unsettling. "I don't buy it. Your family's hands are tainted. Like I said before, you had a hand in my brother's death."

Your composure wavered for a moment, a flicker of panic masked by a defiant glare. "You know I had nothing to do with that. We've been over this. His death was a terrible tragedy."

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, threatening growl. "I'm watching you, Y/N. Don't think I've forgotten who you really are."

You squared your shoulders, meeting his intense gaze with both defiance and exasperation. "Naoya, you're letting your paranoia run wild. This is a simple arrangement, a marriage to strengthen the alliance between our clans. Your brother's death was tragic, but it had nothing to do with me or my family."

He smirked at your defiance, saying nothing as to not start up the never-ending argument of who-killed-who when he knew neither of you would relent. He instead leaned in, brushing some hair from your face, causing the heat to rise to your cheeks involuntarily but you quickly masked it with a defiant glare.

His demeanor had shifted temporarily, a facade of calm settling over him as he changed the subject. "You know, Y/N," he began, his tone low and almost sultry. "Kyoto or not, it doesn't change the fact that once we're married, you should expect nothing from me besides fulfilling the duties expected of a wife. Don't delude yourself into thinking there's anything more because of what transpired last night."

You rolled your eyes at his proclamation, dismissing it with a sarcastic smirk. "Oh, Naoya, how could I ever expect anything more from such a charming and considerate man like yourself?" You retorted, giving a small chuckle as you realized his sudden change of topic had come from him dwelling on your late night adventure.

He chuckled darkly, his fingers lightly tracing the outline of your jaw. "Sarcasm suits you, Y/N. But let's not forget our little bet. We made a deal that the one who lasts the longest in this arrangement would emerge victorious. I'll make sure you remember that," he said with a wicked glint in his eyes.

You pushed his hand away, maintaining your composure. "I remember, Naoya. But let's not pretend you didn't enjoy it as much as I did."

His lips curled into a smug smile. "Enjoyed it? Maybe. But make no mistake, Y/N, what happened last night won't happen again. It was a momentary lapse, nothing more."

You arched an eyebrow, challenging him. "Afraid of catching feelings, Naoya?"

He scoffed, his arrogance returning in full force. "Feelings are a weakness, Y/N. I'm not one to be swayed by sentiment. Our union is a business arrangement, nothing else. And once we're married, I expect you to perform your duties without unnecessary emotional attachments."

As he spoke, his fingers grazed your arm in a touch that lingered a moment too long, sending a chill down your skin. "I hope you're not harboring any illusions about what this marriage entails," he added with a cruel glint in his eyes. You maintained a steady glare at him, not wanting to feed into his taunts considering your face was flushed. With a dismissive laugh, he stepped back, his tone returning to its usual arrogance. "Don't get too comfortable, Y/N. Our little tryst changes nothing."

You stared at him with anger and disgust bubbling beneath the surface as he continued his taunting. You crossed your arms tightly to your chest as his words cut through you like a knife, each one reminding you of the mistake you'd made in allowing yourself to be vulnerable with him.

But before you could muster any retort, he leaned in closer once again, his breath hot against your neck as he gently grabbed your waist. "You remember last night, don't you, Y/N?" He purred. "How you squirmed beneath me, begging for more. Your sweet, sweet moans echoing out of our room as I made you mine in every way possible." Your fists clenched at your sides, the urge to slap him growing stronger with each word. His face contorted into a sneer as he continued. "You were insatiable, Y/N," he remarked, "writhing and craving my every touch, every kiss, every thrust."

He paused, relishing in the discomfort he knew his words caused you. He was doing this on purpose... "I'll never forget the way you begged for more, how you cried out my name in absolute ecstasy," he continued, his tone oozing with self-satisfaction. "You were like a wanton little whore, desperate for my cock, begging for release." He chuckled pridefully, standing straight and crossing his arms with a smug smirk.

Your jaw clenched at his crude language, the urge to silence him growing stronger still. But he showed no signs of stopping, his ego inflated by the memory of your shared passion. "And when I finally took you, Y/N," he went on, his voice dropping to a low, sultry tone, the corners of his smirk quivering, "you were mine completely. Every inch of you belonged to me. Every single moan. Every single gasp. Every single whimper fueled my desire."

His words painted a vivid picture of the night you both shared, a night you wished you could erase from your memory. But as much as you wanted to shut him up, a part of you couldn't deny the twisted fascination in hearing him describe your intimacy in such explicit detail. But as he delved deeper into the details, a tingling sensation began to build at the base of his pelvis, gradually spreading outward as his cock stirred to life beneath the fabric of his hakama. It was a familiar yet unwelcome sensation, one that threatened to shatter his carefully constructed facade of control.

A low groan escaped his lips as he felt his cock stiffen, straining against the confines of his clothing. He cursed inwardly, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment and frustration at his body's betrayal even as he continued tightly holding your waist. It was infuriating, humiliating, to be rendered helpless by his own desires in such a manner. He was supposed to be teasing you...but it was clearly backfiring on him. Glancing up, his eyes met yours, and he saw the triumphant glint in your gaze. It was as if you could sense his inner turmoil. Anger flared within him at the realization that you were reveling in his discomfort, in the undeniable evidence of his arousal. It was supposed to be the other way around!

"What are you smirking at?" He snapped, his voice laced with thinly veiled hostility as he sought to deflect attention away form his obvious predicament.

You couldn't help but chuckle as you stared at his erection fully visible under his loose hakama, your grin widening as you continued to relish in his discomfort. "Must be pretty cold out here, or maybe the alcohol played tricks on my vision last night," you remarked teasingly, your gaze lingering on his crotch. "You look smaller now than you did last night."

Naoya's jaw clenched at your taunting words, his frustration reaching a boiling point. Without a word, he grabbed your wrist firmly, his grip bordering on painful as he began to pull you back toward the estate. You couldn't help but continue to smirk at his reaction, finding perverse satisfaction in pushing his buttons -- you were alike in that aspect. You allowed yourself to be dragged along, noting a sense of resignation how you were growing accustomed to his forceful gestures.

As you reached your shared bedroom, he released your wrist with a sharp flick of his hand, his expression dark with anger. "You think you're clever, don't you?" He growled, his voice dripping with venom as he glared at her.

Naoya then moved quickly, forcibly bringing you to your knees by applying rough pressure to your shoulders. You stumbled for a moment, stunned by his sudden aggression. His grip on your wrist was firm, almost bruising, as he towered over you, his expression twisted with rage and desire. You swallowed hard, feeling a surge of both fear and excitement coursing through your veins. With a swift motion, Naoya undid the ties to his hakama, letting them fall to the ground with his boxers, revealing his throbbing, pulsating cock glistening with pre-cum. His chiseled abdomen was partially revealed by his open hakamashita. He sneered at you, his eyes burning with fury and dominance.

"Well, Y/N, do you still think the alcohol was playing tricks on your vision?" He spat, his voice dripping with contempt. "Or do you finally see just how much of a fucking man I am?"

You remained silent, unable to tear your gaze from his cock, trepidation washing over you. Before you could muster a response, he tapped the tip of his cock against your lips with a smirk, his fingers lacing into your hair and pulling tight.

"Come on, Y/N," he taunted, his voice laced with arrogance. "Open up. You know you want it." You felt a surge of defiance rise within you, but Naoya's grip on your head became unyielding as he forced his cock past your lips and deep into your throat.

You gagged and choked as he pushed himself further, the sensation overwhelming and suffocating. Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to breathe, the taste of his salty pre-cum filling your mouth. Your hands gripped his thighs, your nails digging into his flesh for dear life as you struggled with your gag reflex.

Naoya hissed in pleasure, his fingers digging into your scalp as he reveled in your discomfort. "That's it, you fucking whore," he growled, his voice thick with arousal. "Take it all, just like the pathetic little slut you are."

You tried to protest, to push him away, but his grip on your head was strong. He thrust his hips forward, driving his cock deeper into your throat, eliciting another gag from you. You didn't even want to think about what would happen should you vomit all over him in the middle of forced oral.

"Fuck...your mouth feels so good," he groaned, his voice tinged with pleasure as he pumped his hips rhythmically, using your mouth for his own gratification. "You like sucking my cock, don't you, you filthy little whore?"

As he continued to thrust his cock into your mouth, a symphony of lewd sounds filled the room, creating a perverse melody of pleasure. The wet, rhythmic slurping of your lips around his shaft mixed with his low, guttural moans. You felt yourself succumbing to his advances, your hands instinctively gripping his thighs again as you willingly moved your head on your own. The harmony of your desperate gasps and muffled moans intertwined with Naoya's primal noises, an explicit exchange of pleasure and submission.

"Mmm...yesss..." he groaned, the sound of satisfaction escaping him. "Suck it, Y/N... You're taking me so well..." He chuckled between moans, lightly patting your cheek with praise while his other hand stayed tangled in the strands of your hair he was pulling.

The wet sounds of your cock-sucking intensified, reaching a crescendo as Naoya's arousal peaked. His groans grew louder, his cock throbbing with an insistent ache as he approached the climax of his pleasure.

"Ugh, that's it!" He grunted, the sounds of his pleasure matching the rhythm of his thrusts. "Ah, hah, ah!" With a final, guttural growl, he reached the pinnacle. The explicit sounds of his orgasm filled the air. His hot seed erupted into your mouth with a sour taste. "Take it!" He commanded, the forceful sound of his voice trembling with the noises of his climax. "Swallow every last drop, you filthy little slut!"

As he released you, you complied obediently, your throat working to swallow down his milky cum. The sound of your swallowing was audible as the thick fluid slid down the back of your throat.

He watched with a smug expression as he adjusted himself back into his pants, tying them tight. He regarded you with satisfaction and contempt. "You're quite the eager little cocksucker, aren't you, Y/N?" He remarked casually. "I must say, I'm impressed. My brother was a lucky man."

Your cheeks burned with humiliation and anger at his taunting words, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you break. Pushing yourself up from the ground, you straightened your posture, glaring at him intensely.

"Save your praise, Naoya," you retorted with venom in your tone. "You may think you've won some kind of victory here, but don't mistake my compliance for weakness."

Naoya's smirk faltered for just a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features before he quickly masked it with his usual arrogance. "Is that so? We'll see about that, won't we?"

With that final taunt, he turned on his heel and strode out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the bitter taste of his presence lingering on your lips. As you watched him leave, a steely determination settled over you, a silent promise to yourself that you would not let him break you, no matter what games he tried to play.

Dates: May 18, 2018 - The drunken night they shared seems to have planted something within Naoya.

okay but what if we talked about the stepdad! thoughts…

katsuki knows that he shouldn’t touch you, that you’re off limits, that it’s taboo, but how could he keep his hands to himself when you look like that? it’s all he could do to not slip his cock out and into your cute pussy when you come and sit right in his lap, practicing restraint he’s never had to before.

his guilt can be tamed when all you do about it is dry hump each other, getting off through your clothes, leaving him a little wet stain on his bulge and leaving you a bit weak in the knees.

the problem is, he doesn’t think he’ll be able to leave you alone after this.

Warnings: 18+, pseudo-incest, step-dad!Bakugou, “just the tip”, dry humping.

Bakugou glanced down between your bodies to see the darkened patch against his grey sweats, a sign of just how needy and desperate you are for him. His tongue slips out to wet his lips as he felt your hand grab for his crotch again, palming his growing bulge as he swiftly captured your wrist in a large palm.

He knew it was wrong, if anyone found out about his relationship with his pretty step-daughter this could be career damaging. But you made it difficult to think straight when you’d walk around in one of his old shirts and a pair of pretty panties, sitting on his lap to watch a movie when he was home from work. Deliberately showering with the door open and he was certain you didn’t even have a bedroom door for the amount you’d leave it open.

You were testing every single inch of his resolve right now, he was executing such levels of restraint he should be named a saint. But this was surely better than some spotty boy your age touching you, tainting you. They didn’t deserve you, the douchebags you’d bring home would never be good enough for his little girl. You deserved someone to treat you like the princess that you are, someone that’ll make you feel good.

“Daddy,” Shit, there you went again saying it like that. His cock throbbing in response as you bit down on your bottom lip, staring up at him through pretty lashes as you wrapped your legs around his hips. Your thick thighs caging him in as you pulled him closer, his hand dropping your wrist in favour of clutching the counter on either side of your hips. You clenched your thighs to make sure he couldn’t move away, even if he had wanted to. More and more of his resolve was slowly beginning to crumble as you placed gentle kisses against his jaw, his rough stubble tickling you as you left lines of pink shiny gloss in your wake.

“Please, daddy.” You knew exactly what you were doing, you little mix. You had the same sultry voice you used every time you wanted something from him, and he always gave it to you— whatever it was, “Just the tip.”

“Shit,” Bakugou sucked in a breath as his pelvis bucked into you erratically, unable to control his hips as you felt his bulge press against your wet heat, “We both know that’s not true, my greedy girl.”

“No please, I promise.” You continued, the desperate whine in your voice had his cock throbbing as he imagined how tight, wet and slick your pretty pussy would feel, “Wanna cum so bad.”

“Oh, Daddy’ll make you cum, princess.” Bakugou cooed, rutting his hips against your crotch as you gasped in response. Arms weaving around his broad shoulders for leverage as you began a sloppy pace, selfishly seeking your own pleasure as you focused your movements against your puffy clit.

“Look at these,” Bakugou growled, his finger slipping between the tiny piece of fabric against your crotch, “Fuckin’ filthy.”

You mewled at his words, Bakugou’s thumbs slipping into the hem of his sweats just enough to free his swollen cock as you instantly reached for it.

“Uh-uh. What did I say?” He clicked his tongue as you gave him a childish pout that broke into a gasp as he slapped the heavy weight of it against your slit, “Ya never listen.”

Bakugou slipped his thick cock between the crotch of your panties, pressing his length between your messy folds as he began a languid pace, rubbing the length of his cock through your slick as you met his movements. Rolling your hips to give your clit the stimulation it craved as your nails dug into his broad shoulders.

“Daddy’ll make ya cum, but you gotta promise to be good, okay?”

“Okay,” You parroted, nodding before he’d even finished talking.

Bakugou continued rutting his hips against you, pulling more pretty noises from between your lips as he pressed sloppy kisses against your neck. But of course this wasn’t enough for you, you were too fucking greedy as he felt your hand sneak between your bodies and press against his leaking head, pushing it lower as it caught against your tight hole. Already feeling the tight stretch of you as he hovered on the edge of resolve, one tiny rut of his hips and he’d be sheathed inside you. A fantasy he’d spent many nights fisting his cock to as he imagined what it would be like to bury himself deep inside your pretty little pussy.

But you weren’t going to give him the choice, your thighs tugging him closer as you felt him begin to stretch you out as he pulled back to watch his cock disappear inside you.

You were going to be the death of him.

bigbro! Choso bring gentle w his little sister at sex :( always giving praises and make sure he’s careful w her <3

ok m’ sorry for posting this so late , i was in nyc to see odd eye circle ( i will talk abt that some other time ) but i am back and ready to deliver. ( i put a bit of a spin bc who doesn't love a soft dom who has a bit of a mean side )

bliss. that's what choso feels. absolute bliss.

he gazes down at you, laid on your back with tears welding in your eyes. he knows it's wrong to be doing this, be intimate with his sister but this is what you want, what he wants.

he sees you struggling to stay afloat, he knows that the setting is too much to take in. so he leans down to embrace you into a kiss, his tongue slips into your mouth. you can't help but to wrap your arms around his shoulders, tangling your fingers into his hair and tug.

"careful baby." choso pants against your mouth, choso is anything but gentle, yet he finds himself treating you so tenderly, from the way he speaks to you too the way he handles you, it's all but innocent.

"choso, i need - i need you inside of me," You pant, pulling away to reach a hand down to attempt too tug his pants down.

he listens, but moves to slow for your taste. He pulls away from your mouth leaving a line of spit, his and yours too follow after. Then, grabs onto your ankles and lifts them until he can push against the underside of your thighs until your legs are pushed up to your chest.

choso rubs the head of his cock up and down the folds of your cunt. you both let out a string of curses. Choso's cock throbs against the heat of your cunt. he's so close to just shoving his cock into you until you can barely speak.

it was right there, his cock was right there waiting to be fucked inside.

"Oh God, Choso please," you sob, so desperate that you release the sheets from your dominant hand and reach down to try to push his cock inside.

it's pathetic; how needy you both were that you went to the point of where you guided his tip towards your cunt. and then how easily he gave in and watched your push the head of his cock into you.

both of his hands came back to the backs of your knees, pushing and pushing into your thighs were out of his way so he can properly watch your cunt suck in his cock. your hands reached past your body to grab ahold of his hips, urging him to slid deeper even though he was already prodding against a spot that had you crying out.

choso muscles of his upper thighs and lower stomach ripple against your fingers as he equally pushes inside a little more, he tries to restrains himself from bottoming out.

you mumbled out, "need you deeper" and " more, give me more"

"if i give you more, you can't- oh God - you can't keep squeezing me like this," Choso head falls back onto his shoulder as he squeezes his eyes shut. "need to let me in."

"i cant, soso, i-i'm so close" you slur his name. tears clinging to your lash line as you feel the warmth in your core become unbearable. you knew it was too soon; he just put it in, he just put it in and you were falling apart.

choso drops your thighs from his hands, falling over your bed until his hands plant on either side of your head. he then brings an arm down to your hips, wrapping it underneath you and kneeling onto the edge of the bed to shift you forward.

you instinctively wrap your legs around him around, drawing him in as he steadies the both of you at the center of the bed, then he pulls out only to fuck you through your first orgasm. His abdominals clench and tighten every time he draws his hips out, and there's a dull yet wet slap that fills the room once he pushes inside again.

"there you go, angel" He lets out a breathy laugh, "there you go, good girl" he lowers himself to his forearms, but takes his right hand to grab your jaw, squeezing so your lips puckered out. he gently coaxes your head upwards, leaning in and kissing you deeply as you struggle to kiss back; whimpers and sobs still leaving your throat.

𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖐

Dark Descent: Shuntaro Chishiya X fem/afab!Reader

Twisted Truths: incest, cunnilingus, fingering, vaginal penetration, squirting, creampie, pet names

Synopsis: As Shuntaro was studying late in the night, a certain person came in search of his help. And that person is none other than his sweet, little sister.

Shadows Lengthen: 1.8k words

        "Oniichan..."

        A needy whimper filled the blonde man's ears, pausing his study to glance at the person who entered his room in the middle of the night. There, standing by the entrance was his beloved little sister. Her face was scrunched up in dissatisfaction, a frown settled on her lips and her eyebrows creased slightly.

        Shuntaro turned his swivel chair to face her, dropping his reading glasses on the desk. "Come here."

        Right away, the girl waddled to her older brother. As if on instinct, she climbed on top of him on the chair, legs on either side as she sat on his lap, facing him. The man's lips curved up, resting his hands on her hips while staring up at her.

        "What's the matter, sweetie?" he cooed, leaning up to plant a short kiss on her lips. It wasn't long before another one followed it. He continued like this for a few more moments, relishing the feeling of his sister's soft skin under his touch as he kissed her.

        Once she pulled away, he stared back at her with an expectant expression. She looked down at him, still pouting, but her eyes had softened from their initial irritation. "I'm wet and tingly."

        "Is that so?" he hummed, the corner of his eyes crinkled up with amusement. "And what does this have anything to do with me?"

        It took only a split second for Shuntaro to catch a glimpse of his sister's reddening cheeks. His expression shifted to be one of delight, and he let out a chuckle. With a swift movement, his fingers lifted the white nightdress that covered her lower half. And just like she said, her underwear was stained with wetness that can barely seen in the dim lighting of the room.

        He chuckled again at the sight, letting his hand drift down her sides to rest on the exposed expanse of her stomach. She blushed harder, her eyes widening slightly when Shuntaro's hand trailed lower. Then, just as she had expected, his slender digits pressed against her core, feeling the wetness against the fabric.

        "Onii...chan..." she mewled, instinctively pushing against his finger for more friction. That didn't stop his fingers from pressing even harder into the slick wetness between her legs, teasingly rubbing the tip of his index finger inside. She moaned softly, her eyes slipping shut. "Please..."

        He smiled smugly at the sound of her beg, knowing full well that he could use that to get her going. When she started begging, it was hard not to comply; she was too beautiful to deny. So Shuntaro did exactly what she asked. Without warning, his fingers slid inside of her, his digit sliding against her slit.

        She arched into his hand, a loud groan escaping her throat. Shuntaro couldn't resist the urge to add another finger inside, now massaging the already wet place that made her squirm beneath his fingers.

        "Does this feel good to you?" he whispered, moving his hand away from her core to cup her chin. "Are you excited?"

        His question seemed to answer her need to climax and she nodded enthusiastically, opening her mouth to let out a high-pitched moan as his fingers slipped deeper. Shuntaro smirked at the sight, his tongue darting out to lick his lips slowly. He leaned forward, capturing her lips with his, letting her taste herself on his tongue. He loved the way she tasted — salty and sweet.

        After several minutes of making out with his sister, he broke away. She looked like she was about ready to burst; her breathing was ragged and her eyes were glazed over with lustful desire. Her skin flushed red from her arousal and Shuntaro knew that there would be bruises in the morning. The thought gave him an evil pleasure.

        "Good," he murmured in approval, stroking her cheeks. She smiled sleepily at him, leaning her head on his shoulder. "You want more, don't you? How about giving your Oniichan a midnight snack before I indulge myself fully? I need a break from studies, after all."

        Regaining her energy, the girl nodded excitedly and jumped off him. She went straight to his bed and prepared pillows. Then, she settled by the edge of the bed, her nightgown hiked up until her bare breast and she removed her wet undergarment, leaving nothing but her pink, fluffy, folds waiting to be devoured. Shuntaro watched fondly as the girl spread her legs open wider, baring her smooth inner thighs to his hungry gaze.

        "Such a beautiful thing for me," he marveled, walking closer to inspect her cunt. The traces of slickness left behind on her inner thigh caused a delicious shiver to run through his body, one that made his cock twitch with longing for his little sister to be pleasured.

        He knelt in front of her core, inhaling the sweet scent coming from it as his hands caressed her silky soft skin. He leaned forward, kissed her swollen clit, and licked the rim of her vagina before licking his lips clean. He closed his eyes and savored her sweetness, humming contently.

        Shuntaro opened his mouth to swallow down the small piece of flesh in his mouth, biting lightly to tease her. He then gently sucked the sensitive area, making sure to leave enough saliva and juices on the surface. The girl bit her lip, allowing him to consume her. She let out a low moan, which spurred Shuntaro to continue.

        He continued to play with her until she reached her peak, and then Shuntaro moved on to her clit. This time, he flicked his tongue around her sensitive clit, teasing the tight bud repeatedly until it became so sensitive that it throbbed in response. At some point, Shuntaro's tongue also traveled between her labia and rubbed the swollen flesh in circles, causing her to bite down on her lower lip in pleasure.

        "O-oniichan! Gonna cum!" she mewled, arching her back in pure pleasure. Her orgasm came almost immediately, and he grinned.

        "Did I please you, precious?" he asked, pulling back slightly and licking the juices coating her rim with satisfaction.

        "Mhm," she managed to nod despite heavy breaths, her glazed-over hues still fixated on her older brother's movements.

        "I think it's time for the main course."

        Shuntaro smirked, his eyes narrowing while he made quick movements to remove his loose pants and underwear. His younger sister watched as his dick was released from its confines and the tip of it glistened in anticipation. She bit her lip, her gaze following the erection, the head glistening in the dim light.

        A blush formed on her cheeks as Shuntaro approached her, bending down slightly so that their faces were level. Inhaling deeply, he brushed her lips with his own and began kissing her hungrily, thrusting his tongue deep into her moist mouth to make up for the lack of a proper kiss earlier.

        He pushed himself into her slowly, savoring the feel of her warmth. Wanton moans escaped his sister's precious lips, which he devoured with his needy kiss. He kept his rhythm slow as he pumped himself inside his sister, the sounds of their panting filling his dark room. Their tongues danced together feverishly in a sensual dance; soon their breathing grew heavy, but they ignored any discomfort they may have felt at that moment in time.

        "So...tight... So...warm... So perfect..." he pulled away for a breather from their passionate kiss, his hips keeping a steady rhythm.

        Squelches from their lovemaking reverberated around the room, and the pleasure was building rapidly. The way his dick stretched her insides, the way he fucked her with such force and urgency, Shuntaro had never done something like this with anyone else but always had the best sex with his sister. His cock hardened further and his face scrunched up in pleasure. The longer he buried himself inside of his sister, the faster and deeper he thrust into her, increasing his pace each time.

        His fingers curled around her breast and squeezed, bringing forth a soft cry from his sister. He continued to pump his member deep inside of her, the feeling of his hot girth stretching her insides causing her muscles to tighten around him.

        Shuntaro continued to fuck her, his mouth moving from her breasts to nip the curve of her neck as his finger worked her nipples while the other one held her hip steady. Her moans turned into whimpers as her fingers gripped the sheets tightly, her nails digging into them. The smell of the sweat clinging to the sheets mingling with the lingering scent of her arousal filled the air.

        "C'mere, baby," he ushered, his lips finding their way back to hers. They locked into another steamy make-out session, the older Chishiya gobbling the younger's cries of pleasure, their saliva dripping down their chin.

        Soon Shuntaro found a good rhythm, slamming into her and continuing to drive himself home without breaking their kiss. He couldn't help but smirk proudly at the noises she uttered—how she completely melted in his arms and clutched his shoulders desperately, how she cried out when her orgasm hit her, the fact that she couldn't control herself and her voice grew louder.

        As he reached his peak, Shuntaro stilled inside her, his cum shooting out rope after rope inside her warm womb. His hand pressed against her lower abdomen as he then rolled his hips to ride out the afterglow, leaving his sister gasping for air at the overstimulation and pleasure.

        "A-ah! Oniichan! No more!" she begged, her entire body spasming. But her words came out a little muffled, as she struggled to breathe.

        Chuckling softly, he took his hand from her stomach and cupped her cheek, his thumb rubbing her cheekbone tenderly. Shuntaro then bent down and kissed her on the forehead tenderly. Despite wanting to have another round, the blonde man heeded his sister's words. After all, he still needed to resume his studies and the girl needed to return to sleep this late at night.

        "Did you enjoy it, sweetheart? That helped with your problem, right?" he cooed softly, pulling out his cock from her wet entrance and watching as the mixture of their cum pooled out beneath her. Shuntaro smirked as he glanced at the stain.

        "Mhm..." she breathed dreamily, her eyes fluttering shut as he wiped the sticky liquid from her inner walls. Once again, she rested on the pillows, resting comfortably and closing her eyes. "Thank you...Oniichan... Love you..."

        "Rest now, my little sister. I love you too," he whispered tenderly, pressing his lips against her temple affectionately. He gazed lovingly at her before cleaning her up and tucking her in his bed for the night.

📜— Return to the Shadowed Archive

Could I request a fic with nijiro or chishiya where reader uses a sex toy or toys on him to make him beg. I love the idea of them being whiny.

MAKE ME LOSE —★

NSFW under the cut! ⊹ Chishiya x Reader

[warnings - nsfw, sex toys, begging, public(?), swearing]

A/N - tysm for the request!! hehe I loveee this :3 don't ask me how they got access to s€x toys and stuff in the borderland since there's no like, electronic devices kind of yk? Just go w it hehe —★

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Chishiya's poker face was one to admire. He had incredible control over his emotions showing, not cracking for anyone or anything. It interested you, his whole demeanour was something no one else at the beach even came close to. The beach influenced everyone to be incredibly care free, dropping their guards and just having a good time, but of course, not Chishiya. Chishiya still kept that same unamused yet intrigued look on his face, he was so peculiar.

Fast forward a few games, you and Chishiya got pretty close. He found you weren't annoying like most at the beach, the way you spoke didn't irritate him at all, plus it was fun having someone around who was actually a challenge. The games got pretty boring after a while, sure you'd get hurt sometimes, but they eventually all got so easy. So you and Chishiya would start placing bets just to spice it up a bit, betting who could get a higher score, who got hurt the least, who predicted which players would die, you know? It was your guys' way of attempting to enjoy the games.

However this type of bet came as a surprise.

"You're so full of it! You would not be able to keep it together!" You exclaimed to Chishiya.

"Trust me I could, it wouldn't be that hard."

"Alright then, let's bet on it." You said with a smile.

His face slightly dropped, you finally got to him. You know he wouldn't be able to keep it together, let alone survive a full game. He'd be too sensitive to focus, because you'd be watching from afar, in full control of a pretty little cock ring he's wearing, vibrations running through his core as he tries not to falter.

Fuck the idea was so hot, and it'd soon be a reality thanks to your betting games. You knew from a friend of a friend that the beach wasn't too far from an adult store, how convenient. Before the next game, you'd taken a little trekk to the store, sure it was creepy and abandoned like everything else in the city, but it still looked relatively clean. Making your "purchase" of the toy, you began your way back to the beach, Chishiya's next game was tonight, so he was just praying it wouldn't be anything in the spades category.

Much to his luck — it was a diamonds game. Fuck, he might actually win.

You two had discussed the "rules" earlier, you'd be in an undisclosed location somewhere near the game arena. You'd also have an ear piece in so you could hear all his pretty little noises, but he'd have to focus completely on the game, no communication was allowed on his end.

He'd win if his poker face stayed strong, basically if no one caught on or asked him about it. He also wasn't allowed to cum, poor baby. However, if you won — he'd have to keep it on all night, all the way back to the beach, in his own bed, everything.

It was some sort of numbers game (think like the king of diamonds except not that serious). There was a screen with numbers 0-100, and a math formula that went along with it. You honestly didn't pay much attention, you weren't playing and were just here to make sure Chishiya doesn't cheat. It was more than likely Chishiya knew where you were, he always knew somehow, and right now you may or may not have been pirched on top of the roof, looking in through the high windows. It was night, and you were in full black, no one else would've seen you.

You decided not to touch the remote at all during the first two rounds, hopefully making him feel the suspense. You doubt it would have any real effect on him, but it's fun to imagine.

"Your move Chishiya, what'll it be?" Another player asked.

His lips parted to begin speaking. vrrr vrrr

You smirked as you saw him hesitate, his mouth closing for a split second before going back to his sentence. You had it on the lowest setting, wouldn't want to ruin the fun immediately.

Your mind started to wander as the game went on, thinking back to all the other pretty toys you saw in the shop. Invasive thoughts clouded your mind, beginning to think about using all the other toys on Chishiya — binding his wrists to the headboard with those hand cuffs, watching hot wax run down his bare chest, fuck. You definitely had to go back.

Two players had already had their heads blown off, three remaining including Chishiya. Your thumb dragged along the buttons of the remote, surprising you with the fact it even worked from this distance. Shiya was beginning to get restless, adjusting his posture, looking around randomly, rubbing his eyes, just trying to feel anything else to take his mind off the pleasure, threatening to spill at any second.

"mm-mmh! shit-" he quietly panted, completely unable to focus. The other players shot him suspicious glances, wondering what was happening to him.

"You alright there?" Another player asked, his expression showing signs of disgust, has he caught on?

Chishiya's little whines did sound very suggestive, even if you were completely oblivious to the situation he was in.

"Hm? Oh- yeah, yeah I'm good" Liar.

As the game continued, Chishiya's moves were less and less calculated. If he didn't get it together, he could actually make a fatal mistake. You decided to give him a break, it was the second last round, and you slowly turned it all the day down to the lowest setting. You could see sweat start to form on his forehead, quickly being wiped away with his sleeve as he proceeded with his move.

Another player was executed, entering the last round. The inconsistent vibrations were starting to make him feel sick, he would've came twice by now if it wasn't for your bet. As he looked back at the screen, his hand went up to select "01" vrrr vrrrrrr

Spiking it up to the highest setting, what else did he expect for the last round? His hand clenched into a fist, his boxers completely soaked in pre, making all the small adjustments feel even better. He resumed selecting the last number, but for some reason changed his answer.

'Player Chishiya selected 00'

He glanced to the only remaining player, giving them a little wave. His expression was horrified, realising he had just lost, and this psycho was- waving him goodbye? Not a second passed before more blood was splattered on the walls, Chishiya had won. Fuck.

You made your way carefully down from the roof, not looking forward to seeing his smug 'I won' face again. You really thought this would break him, sure the other players were suspicious, but they didn't outright ask him about it, you'd lost. However, you were met with something you certainly didn't expect.

Chishiya was barely standing, leaning against the entrance of the game hall with his head angled upwards, bulge very prominent in his pants. Once he heard you approaching, he needed this to end.

"ff-fuck is it over? Please be ove- ah! Does it count? I win right? right?" Holy shit, he was so lost in it. Of course it was over, what was he talking about? He was clearly deluded from all the adrenaline, mixed with pleasure he want allowed to experience, you never thought you'd see him like this.

You decided to play, "I don't know. We could keep going, see if you could last the night, see if anyone at the beach notices."

"Fuckkk- fuck please! No one noticed I- ahhh! I didn't even cum" you still had the ring on full power, getting him closer and closer while he was trying to convince what'd already come true.

"Didn't you? Awh what a good boy. I guess I could let you cum, you've done well enough."

"r-really? Ahh! are you sure? Please end it."

You held his face so gently, attempting to make eye contact as he struggled to keep his open. Calming him with your touch, your other hand slowly went up to stroke him through the wet fabric. "aAH- mmh!"

"I'm sure, you've won. Pretty boy can cum now."

He whined out louder than ever as the most intense orgasm of his life washed over him. Thick ropes of his hot white cum spurted out into his boxers, all his muscles tensing from the pleasure. Nearly collapsing from the pure ecstasy, you turned the small device off and sat down next to him. He was silent for a few minutes before coming back down to earth, his eyes finally opened.

"Fuck, I barely remember the game, or what I was saying. I won again though." He smirked as he looked over at you, there's that smug little cat.

"Yeah, didn't think you had it in you to be honest. So, what's my punishment? Gonna make me eat natto again?" You referred back to the last bet you lost, where he made you eat your least favourite food ever.

The smirk plastered on his face got even wider before he spoke, "no. I thought this time, I'd use your reward against you."

What does he mea- oh.

Before you knew it, you were back at the beach, on Chishiya's bed, wearing a pretty little vibrator that he had control over. Maybe we shouldn't have made that bet.

Not me being an absolute slut for step dad Gojo and Uncle Nanami!?!? 😩 sharing is caring!

-Very Much Embarrassed Anon🫂

PERHAPS i got carried away but i hope u enjoy this !! luxe write something under 1k challenge: impossible x

warnings: 18+ MDNI, step/incest, fem!reader, step dad!gojo, uncle!nanamin, implied virgin!reader, threesome, vaginal sex, oral (m receiving), fingering, tit sucking, possessive!gojo, daddy kink, praise, pull out method, orgasm denial, noncon photo taking, slight oral fixation, hair pulling, face fucking.

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“You know you’re too young for boys, right?” your step-father reminds you, like it’s a mantra he’s told you again and again for years. It isn’t a suggestion or a thought he’s choosing to share. It’s an instruction. “I don’t want you to think because you’re all grown up and going to college now that you can be reckless.”

“I- I know, Satoru.” you smile at him.

Both of your attention is stolen as you hear your uncle, Kento, laugh out a scoff. He tries to conceal it as he ruffles his newspaper and drinks his coffee. You see your step-dad’s brows furrow in annoyance. Or, anger. He looks at you, again, and his expression softens.

“I know you’re a good girl, sweetheart.” he tells you, wrapping his arms around your form and placing a kiss atop your head. Nanami’s eyes peer over his newspaper, locking with yours. A knowing glance to each other before a smirk finds his features. He raises his newspaper, shielding his face completely as he tries to focus on reading.

He lets you go, reluctantly, as you pick up your college bag and grab your phone.

His expression sours as he sees you reach for your phone, smiling at a text message you received. He shouldn’t pry. He knows he shouldn’t pry. But he can’t seem to stop himself as he finds himself leaning across the kitchen island and snatching your phone from your hands. And now he scoffs, scrolling through your messages and looking at the name at the top.

“What did I just say?” he speaks, only an octave away from yelling at you. Your lip wobbles, and he keeps your phone at arm’s length as you try to grab for it. He tosses it towards the kitchen table so Kento can look for himself.

“He was just asking if I needed picking up for my classes, Satoru! You don’t need to worry…” you tell him. Of course this would happen. He’s always been stupidly over protective.

“Well you don’t, do you? That’s what I’m here for. Hell, I’m sure even Nanami would be happy to take you since he came all of this way to spend his off time visiting you.” Gojo reminds you. And you feel a slight pang of guilt at that. You know how hard your poor uncle Nanamin works. He could be on vacation, somewhere tropical, unwinding from the humdrum of his boring office job. But here he is, sitting reading the newspaper and listening to you two argue with each other. “In fact, you’re grounded. I’m keeping your phone and you can forget about going to class today.”

“But—!”

“Don’t whine, I’ll write you a note.” he adds, walking around the counterspace to collect your phone from Nanami. He finishes scrolling, locking it, though he keeps hold of it. “Go upstairs.”

You huff, but grab your bag and do as you’re told. It’s not like he can stop you from being online. You can talk to people on your laptop, after all. Though given the mood he’s in you suppose you’ll have to be stealthy about it.

“You’re too harsh on her.” Kento tells Satoru, earning another disgruntled glance from him. He closes his newspaper and rests an ankle over his knee as he leans back and drinks the remainder of his coffee. “She’s curious, you can’t do anything about that. It’s not like she’ll stay a virgin forever.”

“Tch. Spare me.” he laughs lightly. “You think I don’t know why you’re here? I hear you, you know, when you sneak into her room at night.”

And Gojo revels in how the colour drains from Nanami’s face. He sits upright, his back stiffened straight and he starts to loosen his tie. He should have known, really, it was too good to be true. He should have known he’d always get caught eventually. But by Satoru Gojo of all people?

“I haven’t…” he clears his throat. “It’s not what you think.”

“Sure.” Satoru rolls his eyes. “If I’m bein’ honest… I don’t really care. Who am I to stop you? I’m not blood… like you. Sick fuck.” he laughs, sitting down at the table and looking into Nanami’s panic-stricken eyes.

Your uncle rests his elbows on the table and holds his head in his hands. What is Gojo plotting? Blackmail of some kind, maybe. It’s not like he’s concealed his disapproval for his sisters relationship with him. He’s tolerated him, sure, but he’s a nuisance he thinks his family would be better off without.

“I don’t like this either.” he throws your phone towards the white-haired man and sighs. “But she doesn’t respect you, Satoru. She doesn’t even call you dad. I think she sees you as temporary, so of course she isn’t going to listen to you. Not really.”

“But…” he leans over the table with a smug grin. “She respects you, doesn’t she? Her favourite uncle. I don’t like college guys, I remember what we were like in college, I don’t want her around that.”

“No… maybe she won’t go searching for it if she’s better educated.”

Gojo’s brow quirks in intrigue, a sadistic smile soon follows.

“Who knew a corporate goon could be such a sick fuck, hah?” Gojo laughs, picking up Nanami’s coffee mug for him and walking it to the sink to clean. Nanami rolls his eyes, burying his reddening face in his newspaper again.

You feel a surge of fear stab through you as you hear footsteps climb up the stairs. You hide your laptop back into your bag and turn on your TV, hurrying to find something to watch as a cover. But when you hear a knock, you relax, Satoru never knocks.

“Come in!” you speak, happily, welcoming your favourite and only uncle Nanamin into your room. Though your heart sinks as your step-father follows, crossing your arms across your chest as you huff and pout petulantly.

“Don’t be like that…” Nanami speaks softly, sitting on the edge of your bed and resting his hand on your thigh. “We need to talk to you. And we want to ask you something.” he continues. Your pout fades, then, a slight feeling of anxiety creeps into you as you wonder if something serious has happened.

And Satoru sits on the edge of the bed, too, his beaming blue eyes almost pierce through your heart as he begins to explain. How he’s just worried about you because he knows from experience how college guys can be. How he’s your dad no matter what and he just wants the best for you. And he thinks you need a little help in the right direction on your journey of self-discovery.

“I know you’re a woman now, sweetheart, but you’re still daddy’s little girl. Yeah? So, let daddy help.”

“He- with what?” you blink at him, dumbly, and the delighted snarl on his face almost chills you to the bone. He doesn’t speak right away, so you look at Nanami. But it’s like he can’t bear to look at you as he sinks his head low with shame. “With what?” you ask again.

 “Well, Nanami said you’re curious. So he’s been fucking you, right?”

“No!” you and your uncle yell simultaneously. Did he really tell your insufferable step-father something so personal?

“I told you, I haven’t slept with her. Don’t tease her or you’ll make things worse.” Nanami clarifies before he focuses his attention on you. “But you are curious, aren’t you? You’re getting attention from boys and you’re enjoying it, clearly. They aren’t good for you though, princess. They don’t know how to treat girls right.”

You hum, softly, as he pushes your legs apart, revealing your pink cotton panties to the two of them as they continue to talk you through their thought process. And the touch of your uncle Nanamin is your ultimate weakness. They both get a live response to his action as your pretty pussy starts to gift your panties with a dark, sticky patch between your dewy folds.

“Boys that age, sweetheart, they don’t know what they’re doing. Do you touch yourself? ‘m sure you do, I’m not naïve enough to think otherwise. But that means you like to cum, yeah? These college guys don’t care about that. They just want a little hole to cum in and defile. And we think you deserve better than that.” Satoru explains, his inquisitive fingers begin to prod at your puffy cunt, though you trap his hand between your plush thighs.

“Satoru…” you respond, bashfully.

“No.” he speaks, grabbing your thighs and pulling you down the bed and towards himself. He looks mad, but there’s no real malice behind it. Still your heart is pounding. “I’m your dad like he is your uncle. I’m not Satoru. Who am I?” he asks, reaching under your skirt to pull down your panties.

“D-Daddy… you’re daddy. ‘m sorry.” you whimper. Your eyes flutter as his long fingers invade your pretty, virgin walls. “Hng—!”

“Gooood girl.” he smiles as he begins to curl them upwards. “I slipped right on in, has uncle Kento gotten you used to taking his fingers?”

“Mhmm…” you blush. The man in question bends down to kiss you.

It’s sweet, though you find yourself grabby and desperate as you follow his lead. He pulls away to undress you, unbuttoning your shirt and then his own after throwing away his tie. He helps you out of your bra, and you instinctively go to cover your nipples as you remember who you’re actually in the company of. But Nanami doesn’t want that. He locks his fingers with yours, holding your hands above your head as he begins to suckle on them until they’re both puckered and raw.

“Sit her up, and sit behind her.” Satoru tells his brother-in-law. And of course he acquiesces. You’re moved like you’re weightless as your uncle sits behind you, his clothed cock pressing angrily into the curve of your spine as he continues to torment your tits. Satoru pulls his fingers out of your cunt and sucks them clean, smiling at how your eyes begin to sparkle with wonder as he puts on such a display. “Do not tell your mother about this, understand?”

You nod, obediently. You wouldn’t dream of telling her something so scandalous. Though it does fill you with a slight sense of pride as your Satoru makes it abundantly clear how desperately he’d longed to be the first person to explore your untouched core. He pulls down his trousers and you moan at his smooth, pink cockhead. Though right now it’s closer to an angry shade of red.

He really is desperate.

You wince, slightly, as he pushes his tip inside. Though he retracts it, coating his head in your wetness.

“Fuuuuck, you weren’t lyin’. You really never fucked her, huh Nanami?” Gojo chuckles as he pushes in deeper and deeper. Nanami slots his fingers into your mouth to suck on as you accommodate to the length. “Relax, baby. Clampin’ so much you’re gonna push me out.” he laughs shallowly, his thrusts matching as he begins to work you open.

“D-Daddy!” you gasp, back arching against Nanami’s chest before he pulls you back towards him.

“We’re so proud of you, princess.” Nanami shushes you, placing a kiss to your temple. You look at him with wide, trusting eyes, though he can’t really concentrate as his own fixate on the way your tits bounce with each thrust Gojo inflicts onto you. “Why don’t you show your dad how I taught you to suck cock, hm?”

“Oh? Now that I’d like to see.” Gojo smiles, pulling out of you briefly. The sound of your sticky walls echoes through the room as he pulls out. The men help you onto all fours, and your daddy slots himself right back into your tight heat. The adjusted angle makes you fall forward, your head lolling as he finds a nice little trigger inside of you. “Oh… there, huh? Okay, baby. I’ll fuck you right there.” Satoru tells you as he begins to fuck into you before slowing down.

Nanami takes his cock out of his briefs, tapping the tip against your swollen lips. They open, obediently, and you lick the precum he’s spilling directly from the source. Your hole flutters as he hisses, enamoured by the sensation.

“Perfect, princess. Such a good little girl for me.” Kento comments, and your heart beats harder. You’re almost robbed of all sense as Gojo pistons his hips into you, and he leans forward to grab your hair and wrap it into a makeshift ponytail.

“Now that I’m thinking about it, Kento, maybe we should teach her how college boys fuck. Since she wanted that experience so badly.” Satoru proposes, and Nanami considers it. He really considers it. And Gojo chuckles at that. “Go on… show her.”

Nanami nods, grabbing the sides of your head and fucking your face like you’re his own personal cocksleeve.

It’s relentless and dizzying and you don’t know how to settle. You can’t possibly as you’re ruined from both ends. There’s no reprieve, there’s no way to relax. You’re trembling and moaning and fuck you never knew sex could be so intense. Nanami is always calm and patient with you. But this isn’t that.

They’ve ran out of patience with you.

It doesn’t matter which way you try to retreat, you’re only encouraging the other one. More of Nanami’s cock down your throat and more of Gojo’s hitting your g-spot.

“W-We’ll have to get you on the pill, sweetheart.” Gojo tells you, but it’s more like he’s telling himself. He knows he can’t cum inside. He can’t, but fuck, he wants to. He fucking needs to. “College guys, they like- leaving their- mark.” he thrusts again and again until he’s on the very brink of blowing his load. But his life won’t be worth living if he knocks his cute little daughter up. His marriage will be over. He’ll lose everything.

And with that, he pulls out and coats your pussy lips with his sperm. The loss of feeling from inside makes you cry out around Nanami’s length, though you still can’t pull away from him as he continues to use your mouth as his own personal toy. You never knew your uncle Nanamin had this side to him.

He’s usually so sweet and patient.

He pulls out, too, depriving you of the taste of his cum and the chance to prove what a good girl you are. Though you take his load beautifully as he shoots soupy ropes across your pretty face. His heart skips a beat as your false lashes flutter and he realises a heavy glob stuck to them.

“College guys, sweetheart, might take pictures of you like this.” Satoru pulls his phone from his back pocket and takes a few photos of your quivering cunt. You’ve been neglected in the worst way, and it’s dawning on you now what he had meant by giving you the college experience. He tosses his phone to Nanami, encouraging him to do the same. Your innocent and betrayed face is captured so perfectly through the lens of the phone, Nanami’s pearly seed is the perfect colour for your complexion.

“College guys would send these around to their friends too, you know.” Nanami warns you.

“But we’ll just keep these between ourselves.” Satoru promises you. “I think it’s only fair we didn’t let you cum this time since you were so intent on disobeying your daddy.”

“I think she’s learnt her lesson, though, Satoru.” Nanami speaks, pulling your hair so that you can look up at him and he can identify if you dare to lie to him. “Fucking college boys doesn’t sound that fun anymore, does it? Say sorry, princess. Your dad might let you cum next time if you’re a good girl.”

You sniff, and hiccup, unsure of where to look.

“’m s-sorry, daddy.” you sniffle, Nanami releases your hair and allows you to look back at Gojo, a wild grin on his face.

“Awe… sweet.” Gojo smiles, circling the bed so he’s standing beside Nanami, both of their eyes bore down at you with an intensity you’ve never felt before. “I think we’re owed a thank you, we took the time to teach you such an important lesson, after all.”

“T-Thank you,” you sniff, again, “Thank you, d-daddy. Thank you, uncle Nanamin.”

© 2023 rinitxshi

count your losses: miya atsumu

miya atsumu is a dick. so she doesn’t feel too bad about the bet. it’s not like he doesn’t deserve it. it’s not like she actually cares.

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status: coming soon

pairing: atsumu x f! reader

tags/warnings: if shes all that and john tucker must die had a baby, smau, university au, betting trope, alcohol, language, atsumu is kinda perceived as a dick but he’s really a softie, slight angsty, drama/messiness, everyone in this story will probably do something that kinda pisses you off at one point, reader is lwky mean as a defense mechanism

taglist: closed/maxxed out (50/50)

minors dni & other rules

introductions: professional haters | future dilfs

chapter one: coming soon

𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝓁𝓸𝒸𝓀𝓮𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝓮𝓇𝓸 ♡︎ 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓸𝓃𝓮

♡ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 › 1.1k

♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 › tsukishima x reader, fem!reader, tall!reader cause she’s a middle-blocker!reader, tsuki is only a little bit of a meanie, reader is a nervous clutz be nice to her it's the law, kinda slowburn-ish, fluff.

♡ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 › you're a clumsy middle blocker and tsukishima is a coordinated middle blocker who seems to always be there to save you. after quite literally running into tsukishima on your first day of school, a crush slowly starts to develop.

♡ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 › this is a series based on this tsuki imagine i wrote.

Karasuno High School was significantly bigger than your elementary and middle school, so you weren't surprised when you immediately got lost on your way to class from the bathroom. 

You had barely managed to find your way to the bathroom in the first place.

Eyes downcast, flicking over the map you were provided at the entrance ceremony, you rounded what you hoped was the right corner. Although, navigation had never been your strength. You shouldn't have been surprised when you walked into something. Or rather, someone.

Whilst they merely stumbled, you lost your footing completely and fell back onto the cold, hard floor. Embarrassment twisted your insides. Just your luck. Your first day of high school and you were already making a fool of yourself.

“Ow,” you groaned, pushing yourself upright.

“Sorry,” said a deep, flat voice.

Raising your head, you felt the world around you slow like a rom-com movie scene. A tall, pale boy stood above you, offering out a slender hand. The sunlight streaming through the hallway windows haloed behind his head, illuminating his short blonde hair. He wore black rimmed glasses over a pair of gorgeous amber eyes that met yours unflinchingly.

You reached out your hand, placing it in his, which was smooth and warm and much bigger than yours. It sent a wave of goosebumps up your arm. 

As you stood up, you stared awestruck at the boy, wondering if the gods had suddenly taken you in their favour. But then, the boy opened his mouth.

“You should really watch where you're going,” he said flatly, almost meanly.

Reality slapped you in the face. “Oh.” Of course, how could you have been so foolish. The gods were just looking for amusement in the form of your suffering.

The boy raised an expectant blonde eyebrow at you.

“Sorry,” you said, bowing your head.

“Yeah,” the boy replied. He stepped around you and disappeared up the hall.

Of course the first cute boy you met in high school had the personality of a lemon.

The second of your run-ins with Tsukishima was the very next day when you realised you were in the same class as him.

Having chosen to sit at the front of the class on the first day, you didn't get much opportunity to get to familiarise yourself with the faces of your classmates. But today, your teacher wanted everyone to get to know each other in a “game” that functioned similarly to speed dating.

So here you were, sliding into a seat across from the boy you met the day prior. He sported perhaps the most uninterested expression known to man. One hand laid on the desk, the other supported his head as he monotonously recited the answers to the questions on the “Get To Know Your Classmate” form Miss Honda had handed out.

“Tsukishima Kei. Amemaru Middle. Volleyball club. One brother. No pets.”

You blinked, stunned by his bluntness. You were supposed to ask him one question at a time. And he would answer one question at a time. But sure, whatever works.

“Okay.” You jotted down his answers then folded your hands in your lap.

He watched you with a blank expression.

“Well, my name is Y/N. I went to Chidoriyama Junior High. I also want to join volleyball club, the girls team though, obviously. I have no siblings, but one cat.”

“Cool…” Tsukishima deadpanned. He didn't even look at his pen, casting his gaze to sky beyond the window pane instead.

There was still three minutes until the next rotation.

“So…” you started. “Did you want to ask any more questions?”

“Not really.”

“Do you want me to ask you anything?”

“Not really.”

“Oh.” You chuckled nervously. This guy was something else. Another minute passed in silence, Tsukishima looking out the window, you staring down at your form. Then something unexpected happened.

“What position do you play?” Tsukishima asked. He was still facing the window, but his eyes were on you.

You jumped at his sudden question. “Middle blocker. You?”

“The same.” 

“That's cool.”

“Not really,” Tsukishima said, as flat and dead as always. 

“Oh.”

The bell chimed to signal lunch and the end of your conversation with Tsukishima. 

You and Tsukishima didn’t speak again until the day after the Interhigh Tournament, when you were both assigned to clean the classroom at the end of the day.

“I saw you play yesterday,” you said as you began wiping down the chalkboard..

“Oh, yeah?” he replied with all the enthusiasm of small child being passed a plate of bell peppers. He was sweeping the floor somewhere out of your vision.

“Yeah. My team lost the first round, so we’d figured we’d watch you guys.” Your ears tingled with shame. It hurt to confess your team’s loss to him when his team was doing so well. Especially when the two of you played the same position. Would he judge you for this? Whether he did or not shouldn’t have concerned you as much as it did, it’s not like you were friends, or even friends of friends. It was one of your worst traits, though: the constant desire to impress. Your heart craved the word “well done”, or “congratulations”, or “I’m proud of you”.

Trying to conceal your embarrassment, you continued talking. “Anyway, it was a great game to watch. That little guy with the orange hair has a crazy high jump, I’m kind of jealous. When the libero saved the ball with his foot? Wow! I was so impressed. And the other team was so tall. I mean, I’m pretty tall for a girl, but those guys are like giants.” And yet, despite being taller than average, you still couldn’t reach the top of the blackboard. How did the teacher even manage to get chalk up there? “Oh, but you were great, too! Your block’s are awesome and—”

A large, slender hand was on yours. You eyes followed the line of the fair-skinned arm up to the owner. Tsukishima was staring at you, face void of expression. He was maybe four or so inches taller than you, which isn’t all that much when you really thought about it, but his presence at your side made you feel like a garden gnome. And his eyes, never ones to reveal his inner emotions, were so bright and intense it made your bones melt. How could such an expressionless face look so beautiful?

“You’re rambling,” Tsukishima said flatly.

You swallowed. “I-I’m sorry.”

He slid the duster out of your hand. “I’ll do this. You sweep.”

“Okay,” you said softly, turning away from him before he could see the blush sprouting on your cheeks. 

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit…

karasuno + nekoma aquarium date headcanons

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NAVI — M.LIST

♥︎ .ᐟ.ᐟ nishinoya, kenma, daichi, kuroo, kags

TAGS / CWS: fluff just fluff

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YUU NISHINOYA

— is the one who asked to go

— CLINGS to you and pulls you by the arm while he runs around

— messes around with the kids who are there, making silly faces and fist bumping them, offering them his forehead and yelling “NOGGIN!” (gets offended when they miss the nemo reference)

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KENMA KOZUME

— will stare at you while you stare at the fish

— but when you turn to look at him, he goes back to his game

— sneaks pictures of you (kenma thinks he’s slick)

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DAICHI SAWAMURA

— pays for your tickets AND the family behind you’s

— buys everything you touch in the gift shop (in my head his love language is gift giving, argue with the wall)

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KUROO TETSURO

— says the weirdest things like “the fish probably think we’re aliens.” , “the way they swim in their own doodoo has the same vibe as cows walking around on their food” ,

— will take you to eat seafood after because he thinks it’s funny

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KAGEYAMA TOBIO

— refuses to go at first but has a better time than you did

— can stay at the touch pool / stingrays for hours

— refuses to eat seafood for months

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author’s note: in honor of ree (me) finally watching the movie i love them sm i missed them so bad. tobio’s & tetsu’s being polar opposites makes me giggle

touch - tobio kageyama oneshot

kageyama feels jealous as he notices that the other karasuno members can be physically affectionate with you while he struggles to do the same, thanks to your hesitation whenever he tries to get close.

genre: slight drama? romantic angst? its kageyama being frustrated so ig yeah, also eventual fluff

tags: kageyama x fem!reader, high school friends to lovers

warnings/notes: swearing, honestly that's it lol. also THIS IS MY FIRST TIME SORRY IF ITS LACKING /,,,,: i tried my best for them to be in character too so if not mb >< also approx. 1.2k words

kageyama’s thoughts had been swirling lately, a tumult of confusion and frustration. and it was all because of you.

he found himself watching you more often than he cared to admit, noticing every smile exchanged, every casual touch with other members of the volleyball team that seemed effortless. midterms and practices passed in a blur, overshadowed by his own internal questioning.

why did he feel like you were avoiding him so subtly? why did simple interactions feel like navigating a minefield? happenings from days ago has been haunting him, your subtle movements away from him echoing in his mind.

he wanted to be closer to you, and understand why you seemed so distant whenever he tries to. only thing was: he’s bad at this. he’s bad at expressing his feelings and making a mess of himself, especially in front of you. how could he do this so naturally when you keep on backing away?

"y/n-chan! you’re here!" hinata exclaimed joyfully, bounding over to greet you. oh right, i’m in practice. kageyama thought and snapped back to reality, mainly because of hinata’s loud announcement of your arrival, and well, because, it’s you.

his head snapped towards the gym entrance, catching your smile as you exchanged greetings with hinata.

"how was midterms?" sugawara approached you and asked kindly, prompting a hesitant response from you, "uh, they were fine, i think. hehe." the third year patted your head comfortingly, "i'm sure you did great."

kageyama's chest tightened slightly at the gesture, his irritation simmering beneath his composed exterior as he focused on his serves.

"wow, tobio, you're as consistent as ever," daichi commented seeing his performance, with asahi nodding in agreement. you managed to wave to kageyama from beside yachi, and he nodded in acknowledgment before returning to his practice.

practice officially began with a three-on-three match: tanaka, sugawara, and asahi against hinata, kageyama, and tsukishima. you stood near tanaka's team and cheered enthusiastically as he spiked, "nice kill, tanaka-senpai!"

tanaka grinned proudly and threw an arm around your shoulders, basking in your praise. “it’s nothing, y/n!”

kageyama's frustration flared again. why can't i do that too? kageyama wondered silently.

he decides to lash it out on tsukishima, pushing him to block their spikes better - to which the tall teammate responded with an exasperated roll of his eyes.

it all started a few days ago - you were having lunch on the rooftop with hinata and kageyama. hinata was engrossed in his own thoughts, while kageyama had this plan to subtly get closer to you, unsure and hesitant about being too forward. he wasn't particularly skilled at these things.

as kageyama inched closer, you immediately noticed and instinctively pulled back a bit, nervously remarking, "oh, is the sun shining on your side?" even though the weather was perfect and there was no sunlight. kageyama glanced down and replied, "uh, no... yeah, thanks. you didn't have to move unless it's cramped for you."

"no, as long as you have enough space," you awkwardly chuckled, trying to ease the panic you felt and continued eating.

kageyama sighed inwardly, contemplating another approach. he just wanted to be more gentle and affectionate towards you, just like the others do. hell, maybe, more than they do.

while you were sipping your beverage, you happened to try blueberry-flavored milk for the first time. "this is an interesting flavor," you remarked.

"really? what brand is it?" kageyama asked, attempting to hold your hand with the milk carton while leaning closer to you, making his face close to yours.

once again, you panic and quickly hand him the carton instead, "i-i don't know. you can check it yourself." you stood up to gather your things, suggesting, "let's go now," with hinata obediently following. he urged kageyama to hurry up as he remained on the floor with the now-empty blueberry milk carton.

from that moment, thoughts began to swirl in kageyama's mind—why did you keep avoiding him? was he making you uncomfortable? did you not like being close to him? was he being too much?

walking back to your classrooms, kageyama was stopped in his thoughts when he noticed hinata subtly linking his arm with yours. "y/n-chan! look!" hinata excitedly pointed out a stall being set up outside the window for the upcoming school festival.

you squealed with excitement and both of you jumped up and down, holding hands. kageyama couldn't help but notice the contrast—why was it okay for hinata to touch you like this, but not him? was he doing something wrong? did you dislike him?

"aren't you excited, kageyama?" hinata's question pulled him back from his thoughts. he quickly masked his inner turmoil and casually walked past both of you, muttering, "i don't care", making hinata complain about his lack of school spirit, while you just giggled in response.

back in the present, you continued cheering for tanaka's team after your interaction with him, prompting hinata to playfully pout, "y/n-chan, cheer for us too!"

you laughed and nodded, encouraging everyone with a big smile. “do your best too, hinata! tsukishima, kageyama!” kageyama would normally be melting inside, but today his mind was all over the place, frustrated. this drove him to be set on winning.

i don’t need to be close to you. i don’t even need your cheers. he resolved silently (and pettily), i'll prove it. and he did.

as practice ended with his team's victory, everyone dispersed, leaving you and kageyama, since you were walking in the same direction. "thanks for your hard work," you greeted him cheerfully, but he merely nodded, avoiding eye contact.

trying to engage him in conversation, you remarked on his performance, but kageyama's responses remained curt. "you were really cool as always, but you seemed even more fired up today after seeing tanaka-senpai’s spike," you commented lightly, trying to lighten the mood.

"you're so petty," you teased with a giggle, but kageyama stayed silent, lost in his thoughts.

as you walked and chatted animatedly about a recent volleyball match, a bicycle approached unnoticed.

just in time, kageyama noticed and instinctively pulled you closer, holding your hand to prevent you from getting hurt. flustered by his sudden action—and the fact that he was holding your hand—you looked at him in surprise.

"watch where you're going," kageyama said gruffly, his hands holding yours intensely. you awkwardly laughed off the situation, "i'm sorry. thanks though!"

glancing at your hands still together, you attempted to pull away. “you can let go now,” you try to smile.

there you go again, he thinks. he’s been experiencing this from you for days and it’s been pissing him off. he’s had enough.

kageyama held on to his grip on yours. "no," he said firmly and looked ahead. confused, "what? it’s fine, really, you don’t have to hold my hand,” you try to assure him and continued to let go of his hand.

his expression softened slightly as he slowly looked at you, revealing a hint of vulnerability beneath his usual tough exterior. "why, can't i hold your hand?" he questioned, his voice quieter but determined.

you were taken aback by his question. where is this coming from? you never really noticed anything unusual about his behavior—at least, not that you were aware of.

you try to stay calm for now. "what do you mean? of course you can, but there's no need to anymo—"

"that's a lie. you don't even let me touch you." he maintains eye contact with you. you can't quite grasp what he means yet, but despite the firmness in his voice, his eyes seem to be pleading, as if he's waiting for something.

"do i make you uncomfortable, y/n?" he asks while you're still processing the situation. you shake your head. "no, not at all."

"then why can't i hold your hand?" he continues. "you let the other members do it all the time, especially hinata. why do you treat me so differently?"

shit.

technically, you know why you were acting this way. you just never thought that this was something kageyama would even think or care about, so you just behaved this way naturally.

"i…" nothing else comes out. at this point, you and kageyama are having a staring contest. you want to go home—you’re nervous as hell—but he’s looking at you like he won’t leave until you answer him. "where is this coming from, kageyama?"

"hinata links arms with you, holds hands with you. sugawara-senpai pats your head all the time. tanaka-senpai has a habit of putting his arm around you whenever you compliment him—all of them get to touch you like that, and you don’t even care. but i just come and sit closer to you, and you back away already?"

honestly, you are amazed at how he remembers your interactions with the other members. to you, what they did was nothing to think about, but kageyama noticed every detail.

you knew kageyama—well, at least this trait of his; the fact that he is actually opening up about this means it has bothered him for quite some time. it dumbfounds you that these "small" things to you actually mattered to him—a lot, maybe even more than you realize.

you look down at the ground, breaking eye contact. "y/n—"

"you are right, kageyama, it is different."

"because i don't care if the others do it to me," you say, lifting your gaze back to him, a sense of vulnerability in your eyes this time. "but i care when you do."

you see the surprise on his face. "too much that it could kill me, honestly." he looks bewildered. "w-what? i don't understand."

"unlike the others, i…" your cheeks flush, and your eyes linger somewhere else again as you brace yourself for what you're about to say. "i want you to touch me."

this shocks kageyama, but leaves him wanting more answers.

"i want you to be close to me like that so badly, but it’s too much—it feels selfish. i mean, it’s not like you’re going to benefit much from that. it's all just for myself. i bet you don't want to do that, so i purposely avoided physical contact with you."

there was a few seconds of silence before he could even respond to that. "idiot," he whispers while keeping his head down, but loud enough for you to hear. you look at him, quite embarrassed that you just lowkey confessed to him, and now he's calling you an idiot. he takes a breath and closes his eyes. "why? i just answered you—"

"i want to!" he shouts, his voice rising sharply.

now, you both keep surprising each other.

"i'm not complaining here just because i think you treat me differently from them! hell, i couldn't care any less if it was anyone else. but it's you, y/n."

"i'm frustrated because i want to touch you like that too!"

he looks away, feeling shy. "i want to hold your hand and pat your head when i want to. i want to stand and sit close to you so i can feel you beside me. i want to be able to hug you when i score a point during a match," he pauses, "although i don't think you're allowed on the bench during a match—but that's not the point!"

he looks so cute, but this is also all new to you. you don't know how to feel about his confession. you don't know if this literally means he likes you (which you do too), but one thing is for sure.

you weren't being selfish after all.

"so, please, y/n…"

"let me. and don't avoid me," he says. "it hurts when you do, you know."

your eyes fill with concern. you take a few seconds before speaking again, "kageyama."

he looks at you shyly. "what?"

you respond by grabbing his hand, intertwining it with yours. "okay."

he looks down to see your hands together, and his face turns bright red. "you can hold my hand." he looks up to see your smiling face.

"i'm sorry for avoiding you like that. i thought you really didn't mind. and cared. thank you for telling me what you felt," you apologize.

he shakes his head. "no, you did nothing wrong. and i'm not actually mad, you know…"

"i was just frustrated. i'm sorry i kind of shouted just now."

you shake your head and start to walk again, letting your linked hands guide him as well. "no, no. i know. i'm even glad you let it all out. that's a big step, in my opinion, after knowing you these past months," you say.

he looks at you, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. it's as if he didn't expect you to notice. you didn't show any trace of anger or hurt after how he acted just now—you even cared about what he felt. his expression softens, a mix of amazement and shy delight flickering across his face and looks away again. "well, that's what i'm trying to learn these days."

"that's good," you give him what he thinks is the sweetest smile.

you both continue walking hand-in-hand towards the street corner where you usually part ways—kageyama takes the bus while you head in the other direction to the train station. after your intense and revealing conversation, the rest of the walk is quiet.

"y/n," he breaks the silence, and you look at him, urging him to say what he wants.

"uh, you know," he looks shy again, scratching the back of his head.

"what is it?" you ask.

"i'm just saying this to put it out there, but…" he squirms, "you can call me by my first name if you want to."

you are taken aback first by what he says. after absorbing his words, you laugh, and he continues to blush.

"all right, tobio."

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