Playing Hard To Get [pt. 3]

playing hard to get [pt. 3]

premise. he delighted in being the object of your affections. the apple of your eye, your dearest treasure, your one and only darling—

so why aren't you acting like it now?

(or, in which he takes his admirer's love for granted until you decide to play hard-to-get.)

includes. ayato & heizou !

part one. diluc, xiao & childe.

part two. zhongli, albedo & kazuha.

note. i send snippets of wips and post something entirely different. oops. also this is extremely long compared to prior chapters (my favoritism is showing).

ayato dreads arranged marriages. even now, as the yashiro commissioner who understands the importance of forging political alliances, the thought of it is distasteful. presently, he has no person in his heart he'd rather marry, but that doesn't mean he finds the idea of pursuing a loveless relationship agreeable.

so when he first meets you, he's a little surprised. you're fidgety just like he is, but it isn't out of agitated worry; you look excited, can almost be described enthusiastic for the deal.

ridiculous, ayato thinks. you must be one of those shallow people easily wooed by appearances. he knows he's dashing, but he never liked anyone who's only drawn to that part of himself, and he doubts that will change in the future.

(still, as the marriage talk progresses between ayato and your parents, he finds himself distracted by the way you blow on your hot cup of tea, scrunching your nose when it burns your tongue. the moment you notice him staring however, you quickly switch gears and duck your head down in panic, reviewing etiquette lessons in your mind and trying to remember if blowing on your tea is a form of disrespect.)

(cute.)

(no it isn't, what are you thinking.)

ayato doesn't have the free time to afford frequent visits. most of the time, you're the one visiting the kamisato estate, often unable to see him and ayaka receives your presence instead. in the few chances you do catch him in a good time, conversations over tea and pastries are awkward and strained, made even worse by ayato's unwillingness to reply in a sentence longer than five words. he doesn't want you to get any closer to him, and perhaps you'll finally lose interest if he keeps up this charade.

(but sometimes, just sometimes, really, he'll gift you tea leaves he procured from foreign lands. they cost a hefty price, but he always puts a frown on your face, and if they bring back just a quick upturn of your lips, he'll consider it a successful apology.)

yet when you lose interest in him, he isn't very ecstatic.

he should be. you send less letters recently, and your visits to the estate even lesser. there's no attendant knocking on his door alerting him of your presence to interrupt his flow of work, and there's no guest he's obligated to entertain. most importantly, there's nobody he's obligated to marry.

(that doesn't stop him from worrying. doesn't make him feel any better. doesn't make him any less disappointed even when this result was what he was hoping for.)

eventually, rumors start to circulate. they say you're now besotted with a lord in the south, often spotted strolling around together and conversing over shared meals. they say you've fallen out of love for the yashiro commissioner you once begged your parents to let you marry, disillusioned by his stoic nature devoid of affection. they say you much rather prefer the romantic lord gifting you pretty robes and fragrant perfumes, finding comfort in his lavish sweetness opposed to ayato's cold indifference.

for that, he can't fault you at all. this... lord seems to court you properly. what rights does he have to be angry when he's done nothing to deserve your attention? besides, it's a win-win for everybody—ayato doesn't have to go through the arranged marriage he couldn't refuse due to your father's persistence, and you can be wed to a man who's genuinely fond of you, eager to treat you well.

still. still. these irrational thoughts keep plaguing his mind, ugly feelings blooming in his chest when images of you with another man settle in the corners of his subconscious. it's difficult to focus when you could be elsewhere locking hands with someone other than him, cheery laughter spilling from your lips as dappled sunlight makes you glow gold. you could be elsewhere wrapped in another man's embrace, protected from the chilly wind within his heat as he whispers sweet nothings to your ear. you could be...

you could be perfectly happy without him.

ayato hasn't spent much time with you, if at all. you didn't have any meaningful conversations, any beautiful memories you could look back on.

but that was because he didn't give you a chance to. he chose to disregard your existence, deliberately avoided reciprocating your efforts to connect. he didn't see you for who you were, he looked at you as the person he wanted you to be—someone vile, someone shallow, someone easy to despise.

and no matter how many rumors there are reporting how you supposedly begged your parents to establish an arranged marriage between you and ayato, he knew better: you should've been as miserable as he was about it. you never asked to get married either.

at first, he thought you already fell in love with him the first time you saw him; your eyes were sparkling with joy. but now that he thinks about it, perhaps you were just relieved you weren't about to get married to someone twice your age. he looked fairly decent, far from the horrific men you'd hear about disrespecting their spouses when they marry into the family. if it was him, known for his fair ruling in his territory, being married probably wouldn't be too bad.

and ayato had fantastically ruined that impression of himself by being the biggest dickwad possible.

so he hastily makes his move—he sends flowers to your doorstep, writes heartfelt letters referencing love poems. he still doesn't have the time to visit in person, but he gives you jewelry and hairpins he thinks would look good on you and hopes he can see you wearing them the next time you meet. he recalls every piece of information you've shared with him and gifts you books you expressed interest for in the few times you talked, presents you with tea leaves you once told him you wanted to try but haven't gotten an opportunity to due to its rarity.

ayato knows best how rumors tend to exaggerate the subject matter. surely, your relationship with the lord hasn't progressed too far. you've yet to call off the engagement, but ayato shouldn't be complacent either. he should make his intentions clear—he's not giving up on you.

after two weeks of this charade, you rush to the kamisato estate, red-faced and flustered and considerably confused. ayato smiles at the blue crystals adorning your bracelet, familiar with its design. (he picked it out himself, after all.)

“i apologize for my... absence,” you can't find the proper words to say it, gaze flitting from one place to another. you find it difficult to meet his eyes. no matter; ayato finds that shyness cute, too. “i was preoccupied– but!”

your formal tone disappears immediately as you hasten to say, “please don't listen to the rumors about me! i really, really haven't been seeing someone else!”

...???

“i'm very sorry for failing to include in my letters the details about the festival our territory celebrates.” at this, you bow deeply, thus missing the dumbfounded expression on his face, looking incredibly stupid. “in truth, i've been busy with preparations the past month... the lord i've been meeting with is known for the silks his household provides, and we commissioned him our clothes for the festival rites. he's very knowledgeable about perfumes as well, he gave me samples of- oh, i have some on me i thought ayaka might like! of course, i have some for you too, but i can't guarantee you'll like it...” you wince at that, smile turning sheepish. “i did try my best basing off your preferences, but i apologize if it isn't to your satisfaction.”

numbly, he gestures for a servant to accept the gift, fixing his expression into something more blank rather than an obvious display of his thoughts. his very, very messy thoughts, the few he can manage to think amidst the pure shock at the revelation. “i... i see. i appreciate the thought.”

you fidget at his robotic way of speaking, feeling awkward. “did you perhaps... believe the rumors?”

his heart breaks when your voice trails off at the end of your sentence, shrinking to yourself in shame. “absolutely not,” he says. you know, like a liar.

“then that's a relief!” your lips stretch to a relieved smile, punching another spike of guilt to his chest. “i feared you would think lowly of me.”

“ridiculous,” he states, tone unwavering. it takes you slightly aback, and warmth bleeds into his next words, coaxing a deeper red to tint your ears, “i like you a lot more than you think.”

oh, you have no idea.

it doesn't take a detective to know you have a massive crush on heizou.

the way you can't meet his gaze, the flush high on your cheeks, the nervous stutter in your words when you invite him for a stroll around town; heizou would have to be an idiot not to notice. unfortunately for you, he is far from one, so he notices every stare you pin to his figure, every quiver of your lips as you fight back a smile when he looks back, every sign of your elation as he makes his presence known.

and, well. maybe it is a little amusing to watch you squirm. heizou doesn't consider himself a cruel man, but he'd be lying if he said he doesn't enjoy seeing you worked up because of him.

he wonders what you find so charming. pursuing romance has never been a high priority for him, flaunting his appealing traits to potential partners lesser so, and as honorable chasing after criminals can be, he doesn't think anyone would find that attractive in the romantic sense.

more often than not, he's told to be too dedicated in his job, which he would normally take as a compliment, thank you very much, but he does see how it could be a flaw as a spouse. it's pretty much general knowledge he can't guarantee his undivided attention for anyone, even his special person (that he's not very eager to find right now).

once, you commented as such, teasing him he won't be able to get a significant other at this rate. jokes on you—from what heizou can see, you're a willing volunteer now.

before, though, was entirely different. in fact, you couldn't even call yourselves friends until just recently. your interactions were hardly noteworthy, simply exchanging cordial greetings when you ran into each other on the road or sharing the briefest conversations if the situation called for it.

you only became proper friends when you got involved in one of heizou's cases and helped him through it. turns out you were extremely compatible all along, to the extent heizou regretted not befriending you earlier. you're bubbly and cheerful, always making him laugh when you crack the most unexpected of jokes. even in companionable silence, he felt a little brighter and optimistic—you were like a positive ball of sunshine, a great pal to have.

so he received the shock of a lifetime when he first began to notice signs of your budding crush.

your easy-going smiles looked tighter, eyes not quite focused on his face, hands fidgeting behind your back. at the start, heizou thought maybe you did something wrong, or you were hiding something from him...

then you were blushing, asking him if he was free after work. heizou is ashamed to admit his brain had gone completely blank that time, truly empty with the exception of your face flashing in his mind, holy fuck, you're blushing, you've never done that before.

he doesn't remember his response. still can't, even now. but what he does remember is how your face lit up when he said something, eyes sparkly with enthusiasm. you talked about some trendy restaurant that just opened around the block but heizou could hardly hear your explanation over the sound of his heart hammering in his chest. the new revelation had his blood rushing, and he really, really didn't know what to think of you.

weeks later, he finds you cute.

the initial panic wore off and now he enjoys seeing you flail around. you're cute when you're clumsy, tripping over air when you make eye contact with him. you're cute when you get embarrassed, woken up by heizou when you accidentally fall asleep on his shoulder. you're cute when you're shy, stammering as you offer to walk home together.

you're cute, and heizou has to do something about that soon.

not once has he thought to distance himself from you upon realizing your feelings. sure, it felt awkward at the beginning, but if there was something he was certain of, it was that he didn't want to lose you. now, he wanted to be closer than ever, the closest he's ever been to another person.

apparently, you didn't get the memo because you're the one distancing yourself from him.

it's not hard to guess what you're thinking. you're probably getting worried you're being too obvious about your feelings, missing all the blatant signs that point to heizou feeling the same, and feeling the very delayed horror of being rejected.

no, seriously. it's very delayed. you're supposed to be scared first before you think of hitting on someone. all of your concerns are void anyway; heizou has known about your crush ages ago.

you're surprisingly good at hiding. heizou has been missing you by a hair, all of his acquaintances claiming to see you some time around the day conveniently when he isn't present. there are traces of you everywhere, trails from your favorite snack stall to the bookstore you frequent to the flower fields you help take care of, but he could never catch you on time. his frustration is nearly overriding his rationality, even though he knows for a fact putting up wanted posters of your face would be a bad, bad idea.

fine, he thinks. i'll lure you out myself.

and that, he does.

one of the few things he first learned about you is your curiosity; when a mystery piques your interest, you won't rest easy until it's solved. that's why you began to follow him around, watching him dig through secrets and piece together deductions. you have a fascination with the unknown, and heizou knows best how to take advantage of it.

he leaves bait, a simple riddle scrawled on a sticky note posted on your office desk to make you scratch your head. when you take it too lightly and ignore it, he steals your prized hairpin—a birthday gift he gave you a year ago—as a warning. in panic, you provide a correct answer, and the very next day, the hairpin is back on your table, together with a brand new barrette considerably nicer in quality.

the next mysteries continue in a similar pattern; a reward for the right answer, a punishment for the wrong one. he makes you solve puzzles, decipher secret code, unravel riddles—each time, you complain about the work and your determination not to seek out heizou for help chips away, but you've never showed any indication of conceding defeat. you're determined to find the “thief” who's always threatening to rob your possessions if you don't play along his silly games and confront him once and for all.

finally, heizou is finished preparing his greatest puzzle yet—a grand treasure hunt encompassing the entire town. it's a big project involving a large number of people, some of which have probably caught onto his intentions, but heizou wills away his embarrassment; if he lets his shame get to him, then nothing will change.

he's had enough of playing hide and seek.

and as your hand grips the final letter, eyes sweeping over the provocative message, the clock ticks closer to the grand finale—

“i have one last trick; don't worry, if you're lucky, it'll end quick.

beneath the stars, find the treasure by nine. if you fail to catch the prize, i will take back what is mine.”

(a worthless threat—how could he take back his heart that's always been yours?)

Cheater Cheater Event!!! - NSFW

Featuring: Timeskip! Cheater Daichi

Warnings: afab reader, power dynamics, cunnilingus, blowjobs, cheating (obviously), y/n is a lil toxic but in a hot way

Words: 2.3k

Minors dni!

I’m so excited to have participated in this event. I really wanted this piece to be perfect and whilst I don’t condone cheating, whew! I’d cheat with Daichi 🤤 go check out @a-kaash-me-outside to see other entries in the collab or to check her stuff out in general! Thanks so much for hosting!

Never again. Daichi tells himself that everytime he finds himself with his hands twisted in your hair, mouth moving possessively against yours. As your hands pull at his hair and nails claw at his back. As he ruts desperately into your heat, cream lining the base of his cock. As he tells you how good you are, how perfect for him, how delicious you taste.

It’s what he tells himself as he opens the door to your smirking face, so much like your sister’s. He had tried to ignore you, to ignore your texts and videos, knowing that his radio silence wouldn’t deter you because time and time again it ended with him sending the same message. A desperate ’I need you’, because all Daichi could think about was the feel of your nails on his scalp, your lips on his neck, and your tight fucking pussy clenching down as he filled you up again and again.

The thoughts plagued him as he kissed Aiko off for work. They were on his mind as they sat through another uppity dinner that Daichi would have rather had at home. Worst of all, they were all he could think about on the occasions Aiko tried to initiate some sort of intimacy between them. All he could think of when he had his girlfriend's lips on his was how much he wanted his lips on yours.

You don’t say anything when you enter, crowding Daichi’s space as he shuts the door behind you. You don’t say anything as you reach your arms around Daichi’s neck, shudders running up his spine as your fingers scratch his scalp before fisting it in your hands to pull him into a bruising kiss. Just like that a flip is switched and Daichi feels like his skin is burning all over. His hands grab and flex at your hips, groaning as he kisses you with lips soft but forceful. It doesn’t take much prompting for you to open your mouth to him and let your tongues move over each other. It’s sloppy and desperate. Daichi can feel how the saliva dampens both your mouths but he knows you don’t mind, always smirking in satisfaction when he spits in it. He doesn’t do that now though. Not yet, he knows.

Instead Daichi reaches his hands around your thighs and hoists you up, shifting so he doesn't have to stop kissing you. He knows you can feel his erection between you when you smirk against his mouth. You hadn’t been there, in his arms, for more than five minutes and already Daichi was hard to the point of pain.

He walks you to the bedroom, their bedroom he thinks with some shame, but then your lips drift to his jaw down to his neck and the thought floats away as he feels your teeth at his jugular.

”Y/n…” he murmurs, the first words that manage to leave his lips since you’d arrived.

You lick a line along his collarbone in response before sliding from his arms. Daichi doesn’t like it but he doesn’t stop you as he sees your arms reach for the hem of your dress and pull it over your head. A curse falls from his lips as your lingerie is revealed to him, the colour standing in beautiful contrast to your skin. He can’t stop staring at your body. The sway of your hips hypnotises him as you walk towards him.

”Take off your shirt.” You demand softly as you fall to your knees before him and Daichi wastes no time following your order. Your pleased hum makes him bite his lip.

Daichi tries to stand still but he can feel his body vibrating with anticipation as your hands slide up his thighs only to lightly skim against his erection and he tries to thrust in the sensation.

”You’re so worked up,” you tut mockingly from your knees. Slowly you undo his trousers and pull them down along with his briefs. ”If you’d let me, I could have helped you out sooner.”

The irony of who’s really in control is not lost on him. Daichi briefly considers responding but then your mouth is on him and it punches the breath from him. Your mouth is so hot around him. You lean back from a moment to spit on his cock and it makes Daichi moan at how filthy it is everytime. Whenever you take him into your mouth it is immediate, mouth sucking him until the head of him hits the back of your throat. Your hands are on his ass helping him to thrust into your mouth, drool spilling from the sides. It’s always too much but Daichi thinks it would be far worse if you stopped. He loses himself in the feel of your tongue licking along the veins of his cock and the light scrape of your teeth on his shaft and the squeeze of your throat. He reaches the peak so quickly with how relentlessly you suck him and then it is gone and his chest is heaving.

”You always make such pretty sounds.” You hum as you rise slowly, nails running up Daichi’s chest and he twitches under your administrations, before reaching your arms around his neck to pull him into another bruising kiss. One of his hands reaches down to grip your ass and the other makes swift work of your bra, wanting to feel your skin against his without any barriers.

”Eager aren’t y-” Daichi cuts you off with a bite to your neck and is rewarded with a gasp.

He spins you quickly, backing you into the bed until you stumble onto it. Daichi kicks off his trousers and wastes no time following you down. He groans into the kisses. He can’t help but feel overwhelmed by the feeling of your soft flesh in his hands. This is all that he could think about and it was all he could do to hold out this long but now that you’re here…

He pulls away abruptly and you whine lightly but he wastes no time explaining his actions. Instead he yanks at your panties and just barely finds the control to not rip them from your body in his eagerness to get to your pussy. Finally. Finally, he thinks, as his eyes roam your naked form. The rise and fall of your chest as you pant lightly, the swell of your hips into plush thighs, the plump lips of your sex, and your eyes. They stare straight into his, daring him into action.

Daichi parts your thighs and nestles himself between them, the scent of your arousal making his mouth water and his eyes glaze over. He uses his thumbs to spread you open in his bed- their bed, and god does he feel disgusted with himself, but not nearly enough to stop him from grinding his erection into the mattress at the sight of your weeping pussy. Your hole flutters as he stares and Daichi brushes the pad of his thumbs over it, entranced.

”You have no idea how fucking good you look right now,” he groans before diving in and moaning at the taste of you.

Daichi slurped eagerly between your legs, large, rough hands holding your thighs open. It stole the breath from your lungs, how eagerly he licked at you. His tongue worked wide and flat over your clit in long strokes, and then it was at your entrance to catch the grool that dripped from you. The sound of it was filthy and filled the room mixing with the symphony of your gasps and whimpers. Daichi slurped at you like a man dying of thirst. It had been weeks since your last meeting and far too many months since this whole thing had begun. Daichi was always aware of the time limit to get his fill of you and desperation worked in every action.

Your moans only drove him further into insanity as Daichi felt himself get drunker and drunker on the taste of you. You moaned with abandon. You moaned like someone who had nothing to hide. Like you didn’t care who heard you. Like you didn’t care if your sister walked into their home to find you with your legs wrapped around Daichi’s head and it only drove him to lap at you more. Your thighs trembled in his hands, flesh spilling between his fingers, and he used his grip to pull you closer. You were going to cum. He could feel it in the flex of your hole as he worked his tongue into it and Daichi knew he craved the taste of your cream far too much for him to ever stop.

”Daichi!” You gasped desperately, and then your thighs were clamped around his head, hips grinding into his mouth as you came. It tasted so sweet that Daichi was moaning along with you. He licked until your body went limp and then he crawled up from where he lay between your thighs, sucking hickeys and bruises into your skin on his way. Your chest rose and fell heavily in the aftermath of your orgasm but Daichi gave you no chance to recover as he claimed your lips as his own. He worked his tongue into your mouth and grunted when you sucked on it.

His cock throbbed painfully from where it was pressed between the two of you. Daichi ached to be inside you, hips thrusting against you subconsciously. He was so engrossed in kissing you and the sweet friction of his cock rubbing against your skin that he was grunted in surprise when his back hit the mattress and he found himself beneath you. You slid your wetness over his cock, smearing your cum over his hard skin.

”Please,” he gasped.

”Since you asked so nicely,” you said, but Daichi could hear the edge of a moan in your voice and it pleased him to know it was because of him.

He watched as you sat up on your knees and reached down to put the tip of him at your entrance but you didn’t sink down onto him just yet. You were smirking at him, at his desperation. With a growl Daichi used his hold on your hips to thrust up into you, cock breaching your walls and he moaned loudly with relief despite only barely being in you. You’d cried out when he’d done it and now your voice was hitching with whines as you worked your way down his cock slowly. Daichi bit his lip as he watched himself slide into your tight heat. It was the only way to keep himself from moaning so he could listen to you. Hearing the sounds you’d make as you filled yourself up with him was almost as good as the feeling of being inside you.

You let out a soft sigh as Daichi bottomed out that opened into a cry when he couldn’t resist thrusting up. He was back to begging, his thrusts only serving to tease the sensitive head of his cock as it ground within you.

”It’s alright baby,” you whispered gently as you rose until only the tip of him was inside you, ”I’ll take care of you.”

Unlike when you sucked at him, you took your time to slide down his cock again. You weren’t slow necessarily, but you moved with measured strokes up and down and it was driving Daichi crazy.

”So good-” Daichi’s voice broke as he moaned.

Your walls were gummy around him, squeezing and fluttering with each movement. Even now as you rode him, his hips were twitching and rocking up. He couldn’t get enough of you. He wanted to stay inside you forever and each time his hips took on a life of their own Daichi could hear your breath stutter, your moans grow hoarse as he used your pussy.

”Daichi,” you moaned, breath catching in your throat on a particularly forceful thrust that had his cock kissing your cervix.

Daichi felt your rhythm falter. He could feel your walls beginning to clamp down on him and the ring of cream forming around the base of his cock. You were getting close again. You were chanting his name as Daichi tightened his grip on your hips so he could slam you down on his cock. Again and again he pulled you to him.

Your mouth had fallen open in a silent scream and then you were soaking his lap, your cum dripping down his balls. All for him. This was all for him and he loved it. He loved how your nails dug into his skin as he fucked you through your orgasm. He loved how your breath shuddered through you in sobs as you came down. And he loved how your pussy was still choking his dick as his hips refused to slow.

He was falling hard into your body and Daichi wasn’t sure he could find the way out anymore. He sat up quickly, his hips stilling as he claimed your mouth once more.

Suddenly your hand was grabbing Daichi’s chin, forcing him to pull away from you. You started to bounce once more with his face gripped in your hand. He could barely make your face out as his eyes narrowed in pleasure, but he could see the cold possession in your gaze.

“Tell me I’m better.” Daichi started lightly at the demand.

“Y/n-“

“Tell me I’m better than Aiko.” You sharply cut off his protest, your hips speeding up as you rode him.

“You- you're better.” Daichi heard himself gasp out, but the words felt like they came from someone else. “So good- so much fucking better.”

“Tell me you’re mine.” You growled and Daichi wanted to whine pitifully as he felt his balls tighten.

“I’m yours. I’m yours” Daich chanted over and over. The words were the ultimate betrayal. White blinded his vision and came harder than he ever thought he could.

Daichi knew he was ruined. That he would never let you go or stop this madness.

”Aiko will never be able to do this to you.” You whispered softly in his ear.

He knew this was a one way ride to misery, but god did it feel so right being in your arms.

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part two

ushijima wakatoshi x female reader (timeskip)

content warnings: nsfw mdni, flashing, non con groping, stalking tendencies, non con voice recording, oral; m receiving

word count: 797

pervert!ushijima who wasn’t a pervert. he always respected women and never dared to look at them in an obscene way, until you came along. you in your tight shirt, buttons almost popping off at how tight the shirt was taut around your chest. his eyes couldn’t help but find their way back onto your tits every time he looked away. not to mention the way they almost fell out when you’d bend over.

pervert!ushijima who, as the teams starting outside hitter, was eager to get to know you, always lending a helping hand. he lived for when your fingertips would brush when you pass him a bottle. such a good little manager, you were. always bending yourself over to pick up a stray volleyball, giving all the boys more motivation to keep practicing with a flash of your panties.

pervert!ushijima who always sat next to you on the bus to games. he knew you preferred the window seat, and he was happy that way nobody except him was close to you. and when you fell asleep on his shoulder, he wasn’t going to miss the opportunity of feeling up for sexy body. especially when nobody could see. his hand would graze over your cunt through the track pants, feeling your throbbing core ache at his touch as you snored.

pervert!ushijima who noticed how flustered you got over everything. when fukuro’s eyes would wink at you after admiring your figure, or when kageyama when bite his lip whenever you talked to him, staring at your own. you always had the same reaction. your cheeks turned pink as you pulled you lips into a thin line, trying to calm yourself.

pervert!ushijima who always offered to drive you home after practice. he knew you loved his car, and loved seeing you blush. he had written in his notes which apartment was yours, and often sent flowers or other gifts anonymously. of course he wouldn’t send you such gifts without a win for him, so he did occasionally (every time) slip in a little voice recorder so he could just hear your voice. whether you were just talking on the phone, or desperately rubbing on your clit and moaning, wakatoshi was on the other side with his cock in his hand.

pervert!ushijima who stayed late to practice his serves, and you were such a good manager offering to help him by passing him the stray balls. he insisted you wait in his car whilst he showers so he can drive you home after, so you did. you quickly realised you forgot your phone, which was now out of your bag and sat on the bleachers. you quickly fetched it, when you heard a door open next to you. your eyes shot up, as you thought the gym was locked.

your mouth dropped open at the sight of naked ushijima. standing there, water dripping from his hair onto his toned chest, down his prominent v line to his...

his cock. you gulped at it, blinking rapidly. he was a got 8 inches, and thick too. and he was hard. it was slapped up against his stomach, red and veiny.

your eyes flicked up to his own, which were already on yours, a small smirk playing on his lips.

‘will you help me, y/n?’, 

you gasped as his tip hit the side of your face, pre cum oozing out. you shuffled your knees to get more comfortable. you moved your pupils to look at him, breathing in sharply at his look of desperation.

he shuffled forward, guiding his cock to your lips as he painted the pre cum on your lips like lipgloss.

‘pretty’, he muttered lowly as you looked up at him, tongue poking out between your lips.

you felt a large hand caress the back of your head harshly, and that was your signal to move your head forward, taking wakatoshi’s thick cock into your warm mouth.

you squeezed your eyes shut, too embarrassed to look up at the man sitting in front of you. you heard soft groans leaving his lips as you bobbed your head forward, his tip hitting the back of your mouth.

your throat instinctively clenched around the foreign object as choking noises came out of your mouth.

‘that’s my girl’, you heard wakatoshi mutter from above you.

you peered up at him through your lashes as you brought your head forward more until most of his cock was down your throat.

your eyes were still on his when you started to slowly bob your head back and forth, hearing the deep-voiced man groan so highly above you

your cheeks were hollowed as you felt his hips stutter. your looked up, eyes half lidded as you felt him cum down your throat. 

‘what a good fucking manager’

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YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

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content warnings: nsfw mdni, heavy breeding kink, DADDY KINK, size kink, use of the word cunny, belly bulge, degradation, BABY TRAPPING, possessiveness

word count: 948

ushijima's dark green eyes were stuck on the wet patch that was right at the front of your track pants, where your cunny sat.

'toshi', you tried to say, but nothing came out, your throat was too sore from the severe throat fucking you had just indured.

you were stood up, facing his much taller and naked body in the empty gym.

his hands came to your waist, feeling you up and down obscenely as his eyes moved onto yours.

'can i fuck you?', he asked, in a monotone voice, hands creeping down to your ass.

an involuntary whine left your lips as you pressed your body closer to his, aching for his touch.

'can i?', he asked again, fingers ghosting over the waistband of your pants.

'i, yes-toshi yes', you stuttered, licking your lips at the feeling of his hands on your bare skin.

he only hummed as he pulled the waistband, bending down as he pulled them down, met with the sight of your sweet panties.

'oh baby', he looked up, only to find you had taken off your jacket, and now your pretty tits were almost fully on display.

he reached behind your back, unclipping your bra quickly, pulling it off your arms as your breasts sagged slightly at the lack of support.

he took a step back, admiring your almost naked body as your cheeks turned peach at all the attention you were receiving from such an attractive person.

he sat back on the bottom row of bleachers, patting his thighs for you to come sit on.

you graciously walked over, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders as you plopped your weight down onto him.

'you're stunning', he said, eyes focused on the ways your nipples perked up at the coolness.

'thank you', you mumbled, licking your lips.

'thank you who', he urged, squeezing your hips.

your eyes peered into his, confusion written all over your face.

'thank you 'toshi?', you said, uncertainty laced in your tone.

he shook his head, giving you a knowing look. you quickly came to the realisation of what he wanted you to call him.

'thank you, daddy', you whispered, your blush spreading from your face down to your neck and armpits.

his lips quirked upwards in approval as he moved his lips onto your neck, sucking lightly as he moved his hands to your breasts to fondle with them.

you gasped at the sensation, arching your chest into his warm hands. ushijima’s hands came down to your hips which were slowly grinding onto his thigh.

he latched his mouth onto your left nipple, tongue flicking over the flushed bud, sucking eagerly.

the sensation of having your nipple sucked on was so beautiful and had your cunt pulsing against his muscular thigh.

‘need you’, you whined in-between moans, hand coming to start jerking him off.

he grunted, bucking his hips up into your grasp. ‘need who, baby’, he grunted, tongue poking between his lips.

you huffed impatiently, rubbing your dripping pussy against his thigh. ‘need you daddy’, you groaned. you quickly slid your panties off, leaving them hanging over your ankle.

his hands which were on your waist hoisted you up as he pushing the tip of his cock to your pussy.

your hips wiggled in anticipation. he let go of your hips, causing you to suddenly sink down on his cock. your eyes widened and found his as involuntary whines stared leaving your lips at the size.

‘daddy!’, you sobbed out, clenching around his massive girth.

wakatoshi had a blank expression, entranced by the sight of you adjusting to his size.

‘you like daddy’s fat cock in your tight little cunt, hm?’, he teased in a low voice, large calloused hands running over your body.

‘ngh, fuck yes! love your cock daddy!’, you cried out, slowly rocking your hips back and forth to give your aching clit some relief.

‘good fucking slut’, he whispered, hands settling on your ass.

as you continued to slowly bounce up and down, ushijima took note on the small bulge that was protruding from your stomach. he curiously placed his hand on it, and yep, it was his cock.

he grew impossibly harder at the sight, his eyes finding your face again. your familiar eyes were clenched shut, and your lips were heavily bitten.

his mind flashed to the sight of korai eyeing your chest, or the one time kageyama had stuttered about how pretty you were.

he growled animalistically, thrusting his hips up. you were his.

‘ushi!’, you sobbed out as he repeatedly hit your g spot harshly.

‘g’nna give you a baby’, he muttered under his breath, arms wrapping around your torso, pulling you closer so your bodies were flush.

‘daddy!’, you cried out. you were not too keen on the idea of being the mother, but you were also not too keen of the thought of toshi’s cock not inside of you.

‘gonna make you a mommy’, he grunted, slapping your ass, making you cry out.

‘m gonna cum!’, you squealed out as your orgasm approached.

‘look at me’, he demanded, dark eyes finding your glossy ones.

‘daddy!’, you cried out, hand coming to rub pathetic circles on your clit as your orgasm took over your body, desperately rocking your hips back and forth.

‘fuck baby’, wakatoshi muttered, snapping his hips forwards as he painted your insides white with his cum.

tears were falling down your cheeks as he slowly slid out, fascinated by the way his cum slid out of your gaping hole.

your forehead rest against his shoulder as you felt him wrap a towel around you, wiping all the sweat off of your body.

‘you were so good’, he mumbled, placing a kiss on your half asleep forehead.

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challenged

Naruto Uzumaki/F!Reader/Sasuke Uchiha

summary: a proposition offered, a challenge accepted, a sweet girl getting exactly what she wants. Part two to this post

word count: 1k

WARNINGS: infidelity, incest, established dd/lg, use of “princess”/”little girl”, double penetration, anal, breeding, mdni

A week goes by before Sasuke sees Naruto in his home again. Their wives were both leaving for a two week girl’s trip, and Naruto had volunteered to drive them to the airport, which had the blonde coming in as Sasuke watched his daughter receive a lecture from her mother about not being a hassle for her father. 

“She left these in my car yesterday,” Naruto mumbles to Sasuke, pulling something out of his pocket and pressing it into Sasuke’s palm. “You can either cum in these like you have been all week or cum in her to get her ready for when I get back.”

“What are you saying?”

“That you look at her the same way I do, and I’m telling you that you can do something about it. I don’t think you will though.” The challenge makes Sasuke’s jaw tick, because of course he wanted to do something but this was his daughter they were talking about. It wasn’t right. “She wants you just as badly, you won’t even need to ask permission. You can just take her.”

Then they return your attention to you and your mother, who is now walking towards them with a smile on her face while thanking Naruto for the ride to the airport. A kiss goodbye is given to her husband before she’s out the door, and Naruto sends a little wave your way before he’s following and shutting the front door behind him. 

Leaving Sasuke with you, his pretty little daughter in a cute little orange sundress - a dress likely picked out for Naruto since you knew he’d be coming back to hang out. His pretty little daughter with a look in her eye he could only describe as mischievous, as a pink tongue sticks out to wet plump pink lips. 

“What are we gonna do with mom gone, Papa?” you ask, and his fist tightens around the fabric in his hand as he considers his options. He could keep it the way it should be, ignoring the way you bat your eyelashes at him and instead wait for Naruto to return and keep you occupied. Or he could act on his urge and take you the way he’d been thinking about since you’d developed a more womanly figure - take you the way Naruto had been, the way Naruto had wanted him to indulge in. 

“I’m gonna show you how much I love you.” The decision was made, your eyes light up and he’s closing in on you faster than you can process his movement. His kiss was electric, his mouth almost devouring yours as his hands cupped your breasts. Your little mewls into his mouth as he pinched your nipples through the flimsy fabric were so cute, he wanted more of those cute sounds. He’d kept his hands to himself for so long, but now he didn’t have to and he was going to indulge in all of your cute sounds.

When Naruto returns to the Uchiha household he’s thrilled to hear the sounds of his princess wailing for her Papa and begging to be filled by him. He’s even more overjoyed to see that they hadn’t even left the living room - Sasuke had his sweet little daughter on the floor in the living room, still wearing the orange dress but folded in half in a perfect mating press as her half dressed father pounds into her. Sasuke hadn’t even heard him approach, but he loves the way his princess looks up at him over her father’s shoulder and squeaks out, “Hi Daddy!”

“Hi Princess,” he greets, looking to Sasuke when the Uchiha looks up at him. “Feels great, doesn’t she? Nice and tight, squeezin’ ya just right?”

“My little girl feels perfect.” The compliment has you squeezing around him again, pulling a groan from your Papa as he continues to fuck into you. “Gonna cum again?”

“Uh-huh.” Your little whimper has Nauto grinning, moving to sit on the couch so he can stroke his cock as he watches the scene in front of him. You always looked so cute when you were close to cock drunk, not sure where to look but knowing those eyes needed to be open if you were going to get to cum. “Papa feels so good, Daddy.”

“I told you he would, Princess. Show me how pretty you are when you cum for your Papa.”

And you did, fingers grasping your Papa’s shirt as he slows his pace to fuck you through it carefully. You looked so pretty as you looked up at Sasuke, mouth open as you while you pant as your body gradually relaxes back onto the floor. 

“What’s up with the plug?” Sasuke asks, looking up at the relaxed Naruto. “Or rather, what’s your plan?”

“My plan is whatever my princess wants it to be. She wanted to fuck her Papa, I wanted to make it happen. The plug was there because she wanted it there.”

“You let a little girl run the show?”

“A good Daddy sets his baby up for success. Now, Princess, what’s the plan?”

“Want you both, Daddy,” you mumble, and Naruto grins as he sits up to pull his shirt off. Sasuke pulls out when you try to wiggle away, and Naruto barely has his pants off before you’re in his lap with your mouth on his. Sasuke is entranced by the way the pretty pink plug moves as you wiggle in Naruto’s arms, loves the way Naruto intentionally spreads your cheeks to give a better view while you’re whispering in his ear. 

“Gotta tell your Papa that, Princess,” Naruto teases, carefully lowering you down onto his length as you whine. “Use your words like a big girl.” 

“Papa,” you start, looking over your shoulder to see your Papa still sitting on the floor. His eyes move from your plugged hole to meet your gaze, and he smiles when you reach out for him. “Will you fuck my ass while Daddy puts a baby in me?”

“I’d be honored.”

roommates au

modern au + college roommates.

it's 3 am when you hear a knock on your door.

a knock, and not a ring from your doorbell. that, at least, tells you it's someone you know and not a murderer out for your blood, because you know only one person who thinks you can hear someone knocking on your doorstep all the way from your bedroom.

you drag yourself out of bed with much reluctance, groggy from sleep as you slink to the door. with a few quick turns to open several locks, you pull the door back, revealing a familiar silhouette.

“hey,” kazuha greets, equally as groggy as you were. “sorry i came without notice. i couldn't see any buses, and i can't afford a taxi this month, as you know.”

“you talk too much. just get in here.”

this has happened enough times to be considered a regular occurrence. kazuha's a good friend from college, since you shared several classes together, and you're close enough to allow him to crash at your apartment.

this strange guy is... not the richest person around and couldn't afford the places nearer your campus. hell, he took so many night shifts just to afford basic necessities. you don't have the heart to let him wait for the bus and possibly cut off more of his time to rest, so you told him it'd be fine if he came over once in a while. but admittedly...

“it's really annoying when you wake me up,” you complain, scratching your head. kazuha flinches at that, face crumpling into an apologetic expression.

“oh... i... sorry.”

you retreat back into your bedroom and kazuha feels awkward, now a little lost on what to do. he has always thought he couldn't keep leeching off your kindness, and that staying over your home all the time was intrusive, but he didn't... expect to be told something like that so coldly. he supposes you become more honest when you're irritated.

then you come out of your room just as he was preparing to lay a mattress. you toss him an item he couldn't quite see properly in the dark, but he catches it with his fist easily, though he's a bit confused. “what's this?” kazuha holds it up, tracing its circular shape, and is startled to see keys dangle from the chain. he blinks his eyes, trying to check if he was seeing it right for good measure.

“my spare,” you casually answer, yawning. “you don't have to wake me up or whatever when you come over anymore.”

he stares at you in astonishment and you don't even acknowledge it because you returned to your bedroom right away, leaving him dumbfounded.

“...if it's like this...” kazuha admires the set of keys in his hand, blushing furiously at the item symbolizing your trust in him. “...why don't we just live together...”

by all means, it is already like you live together.

he leaves clothes at your place, ready for him to use because he comes over a lot. heck, he has his own tiny closet.

then you even have his body wash in your bathroom, and other skincare products you kept giving him. (“i don't need these, [name]-” “kazuha, your skin is gorgeous. it'd be a crime not to take care of it, so for the love of god, just take these.”)

you keep beer in the fridge, along with fresh groceries that kazuha uses to cook you meals, and-

with each thing he lists, kazuha wonders why you aren't roommates yet.

when he suggests it at breakfast after you gave him your spare keys, you were way too quick to agree with it. like you didn't have to think at all.

and so the cohabitation ensues.

frankly speaking, nothing hasn't changed aside from him getting a proper bed and that he had someone to split the rent with.

you're pretty much acting like his sugar daddy whenever you get groceries together, though.

“kazuha, please. just take one pack of candy.” “you don't have to buy anything for me-” “JUST ONE. and we're going shopping tomorrow, there's a sale.” “i haven't received my salary yet.” “it's on me.” “wha-” “your birthday present.” “my birthday is two months away.”

and he's grateful, he really is, so he shows his appreciation by doing more chores and cooking the meals you like, learning the recipes he doesn't know yet.

you don't know how he prepares breakfast when he has so much shifts at the weirdest hours possible, and he looks like a zombie every time he comes home.

but he does, and when you wake up, there's always a plate of thick, fat pancakes lying on the table, glazed with golden honey and a can of whipped cream laying next to it. complete with a sticky note, ‘i'm passing out after this but i hope you have a good day’ scrawled on the paper. “this dork,” you snicker, “he's like an old man. he could've just texted me.”

he's unexpectedly fussy when it counts. he somehow always knows when it's going to rain, doesn't matter if the weather report that day stated there was a low chance of precipitation, and he's never wrong about it. he forces you to take an umbrella and acts like the world will end if you didn't wear a jacket.

you wear the one he hands to you, begrudgingly so, and you earn weird looks when you walk into campus.

not necessarily for the reason you're thinking.

“why are you wearing that?” your friend stares at the hoodie you're draped with.

you laugh awkwardly, scratching your cheek. “i know, it's weird to wear it when it's so sunny.”

“no, i meant- why are you wearing kazuha's clothes?”

...okay, so that makes sense.

“are you two...” they narrow your eyes at you. “sleeping together?”

“wha-” you choke on your own spit. “what the hell are you talking about?!”

well, you are, but probably not in the way they're thinking.

you're a light sleeper, but kazuha's worse than you are. he's not very fond of loud thunder.

you didn't particularly mind the lightning cracking outside, but you open your eyes when you hear a knock on your door. you sigh, but you're not seriously upset.

kazuha's there, as you expected, with a pillow in his hands. his expression is unreadable.

“what is it?” you rub your eyes, somewhat half-asleep.

“there was thunder, and...”

kazuha doesn't know what he came for either. he sought for comfort, but what did he intend to do here?

“okay.” you gesture for him to come inside, and at first, he's hesitant, but you didn't seem to mind and your room looked so inviting compared to his empty space, so he follows after your lead.

he did not, however, expect you to invite him to your bed.

“huh- do you want me to sleep... there?”

“yeah, why.”

that didn't sound like a question at all.

“but- are you sure-”

“point is, you don't wanna be alone, right? hurry up, i have an exam tomorrow and i need to sleep.”

that makes him feel more urgent and he thoughtlessly does as told, but he regrets it slightly because your bed is warm, too warm, and oh, all of a sudden his face is too.

is this really okay... he thinks to himself, embarrassed for his actions. it's his fault it came to this situation.

but you pull him close, and the thunder is deaf to his ears. your heartbeat is steady, terrifyingly calm under these circumstances, and yet his own is racing in his chest, a rhythm that makes him worry if he's going to die from a heart attack.

still... it's warm. it's comfortable. it has always been, when he's with you.

he falls asleep before long.

the next morning, rays of sunlight peek through the gaps in your curtains, and your phone buzzes on your bedside table.

you know it's your alarm, but you can't move, and this time it's not an excuse to stay in bed for longer, because you physically cannot stray an inch from your current position.

when you open your eyes, the first thing you see is an angel.

a pretty angel with soft hair, long lashes, and a pair of lips way too close to your face.

it's kazuha. of course it is.

but you think it's fine like this, with your arms wrapped around his shoulders and his hands lying loosely on your waist. it's fine to be curled up beside him on your bed, tangled between the blankets.

it's fine if you spend everyday like this, right?

“ah, damn...” you curse quietly, tucking kazuha's hair behind his ear. “i want to wake up to this face all the time...”

and you do, for a long time.