I Don't Know Why But My Mind Is Just Filled With Toji Right Now. Like Just Imagine Him On Top Of You

i don't know why but my mind is just filled with toji right now. like just imagine him on top of you with one hand around your throat, squeezing just hard enough to where you don't pass out on him, while the other rubs circles on your sensitive little clit. moaning out profanities as he tells you how good you feel. "fuck you feel so good. that's right, fucking take it."

but he'd also mock the shit out of you too. he'd fake pout and say something like, "aww poor baby, is it too much for you?" as he slams his hips into yours at a faster, tougher pace. "now be a good little whore and take your masters cock."

mmmm toji.

another masterpiece😫

My Dirty Mind Is Saying, Lover

Day Twelve: Spit Kink + Gun Play | 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

yakuza!Megumi Fushiguro x f!reader Genre: Smut Notes: He's so sexy when he's mean Warnings: 18+, dubcon/noncon, murder, kidnapping, human trafficking, stockholm syndrome, spit swallowing, spitting, gunplay, use of puppy-names (puppy cunt etc), dumbification, degradation, praise, dacryphilia, fingering, pussy slap. Words: 5.8k

Your heart pounds as you notice him across the road. Your father sees him, too. His voice is buzzing in your ear. He’s telling you to get in the car; terror laced in his aggressive tone. And could that also be… Shame? Is there shame in your father’s words? You don’t listen, immediately. A pair of blue eyes, a blue so rich you could just drown in them as they stare daggers in your direction. He looks awfully familiar. Your father is trying to force you inside of the town car, the car he hired to pick you both up after your trip to the theatre. A refined activity you’re expected to accompany him with at least three times a month. Whether it be in or out of town. This trip, is in town. Although by your father’s fear-stricken tongue, you sense he’s wishing it had been the latter. Anything to get away from the raven-haired man looking menacingly at you both from a distance. Whispers of ‘what a cheap suit.’ tumble out of your father’s lips and into your ear as you continue to ogle the mysterious man across from you. Upon closer examination, he’s right, but that hadn’t been on your mind. His shirt is open and you can see an art galleries worth of tattoos on his body. Most of his chest and body and around his neck.

“Listen to me for once in your life and get in the car.” your father insists. You nod. With one final look, you offer a half-hearted smile to the stranger. He winks at you; you smile wider. When you hear your father clear his throat you take that as your cue to duck inside of the car.

Never to see him again.

­A few weeks passed since that evening. The man hasn’t entered your mind again since. Although, would it be shameful to admit that you fantasised about him when you returned to the privacy of your bedroom? It wasn’t much, and not to completion. It was a mere passing thought. Honestly your days have been boring since you transferred from private school to home-schooling. You opposed the idea in the beginning, but once your father argued that if it was good enough for the Kardashian-Jenner’s it was good enough for you. It has been nice, almost having the ability to go at your own pace, but it’s boring. You wouldn’t have minded nearly as much if it wasn’t such an abrupt and sudden change; and your father still refuses to give you answers. He just says it’s safer.

But you have no idea what he’s trying to protect you from.

You’ve known your housekeeper since the day you were born. After your mother passed away, she did her best to fill the roll for you. She is like a mother in most ways. She cooks, cleans, and takes care of you. She always lends a kind ear to listen to your problems. No matter how tedious.

“I think I’d like to go out tonight, Ren.” you inform her. You’re not looking in her direction as you study your wardrobe, but you can already see the way her head in shaking from side-to-side in disapproval.

“You know your father doesn’t like you being out when you have studying to do the next day.” she reminds you. Your body spins as you turn to face her, bratty attitude displayed in full as your hip drops and you settle your hand comfortably onto it.

“My father doesn’t like me being out, period.” you inform her, managing to pull a light chuckle from her. “I’ve been bored at home for weeks Ren, I’m going out tonight.” you insist.

Your attention is brought back to your wardrobe; you can’t help but scan and despise how dated it is. The plan of wanting to go out is as far as you’ve gotten. No friends have been contacted, no location scouted for your endeavour. Just, out, that’s all that matters. And you're sure if you flutter your eyelashes enough you’ll be able to convince your father that this is a good idea. But there’s something else crucial to this plan.

Money.

“Ren, please hand me my silk gown.” you demand.

The material leaves her grip and finds yours in an instant. The wine coloured silk caressing your fingertips, there is something about silk that makes you feel a gratitude like no other for your father’s fortune. The way it waterfalls when you allow it to drop from your body, if you so choose. The way it delicately compliments your gentle, sensitive skin in a way that no other material could ever dream of. The way it just looks more lavish and sophisticated. It is you. You are silk; an expensive, high maintenance darling. You pull it on slowly, admiring yourself in the mirror. You don’t bother fastening the ties. Your upscale lingerie need not be hidden from the penthouse staff. It covers your modesty well enough that your father doesn’t see a problem with it, either. It’s your home after all, why shouldn’t his beloved daughter feel comfortable here?

You remain bare foot, you find the cold flooring soothing when you venture through the penthouse. Plus, why would you cover up your new pedicure with house shoes? You're followed by Ren as you exit the bedroom. She doesn’t outright say that you should reconsider your plans, but the insinuation is very much evident in her tone. You both quieten a little as you hear voices from downstairs. They’re both familiar but you can’t quite place who the voice is that doesn’t belong to your father. But that isn’t any of your concern. You descended the staircase, just to halfway, before speaking your piece.

“Daddy I need some money,” you express looking down at your feet, making sure you don’t miss a step. Two sets of eyes hone in on you. You beam as you finally realise who the secondary voice belongs to. He smiles back at you, his trademark scar pulling as he does. “Uncle Toji!” you exclaim.

“Long time no see, gorgeous.” Toji responds. You attempt to go to him. To wrap your arms around him and give him a tight squeeze to make up for not seeing him for such an extended period. Ren grabs your wrist to prevent you from going any further. You turn to her and scowl, but it soon dissipates when your father pipes up.

“Don’t call him that, and don’t come any closer!” he barks at you. Your furrowed brows turn to ones of confusion, your vision alternates between the two men in search of an answer. But one doesn’t come. You look at Toji with pleading eyes, hoping he’ll be the one to invite you into his arms. You’ve always referred to him as your uncle. He’s been an important presence in your life, and you thought he was a good friend of your dad’s. But are they at odds for some reason?

“Do as he says babe and don’t worry that pretty head of yours. Just stay put f’me, yeah?” he commands.

Tension is rife through the air. You remember your father’s terrified voice as he commanded you to get in the car that night at the theatre. And it was all too familiar in his voice yet again. What is he so afraid of? Surely not Toji. Right? Your heart beats a little quicker as Toji’s angle changes, if only slightly. You can get a better look at him.

Toji has never been one for showing off much of his body; despite his fantastic physique. Often wearing turtlenecks and blazers or dusters to compliment them. But today, he’s wearing a shirt. A grey shirt with most of the buttons popped. How have you known him for so many years and never noticed he’s covered in tattoos? He rakes his fingers through his hair, using the tie around his wrist to pull most of it into a half-bun. Those obsidian locks have been hiding a dragon tattoo behind his ear for all of your life, too. You don’t think about that too much. But when he juts out his arms to roll his already rolled-up sleeves further up his arms, you notice more tattoos. And what’s scary is, they’re reminding you of the stranger at the theatre. Are they connected, somehow?

“W-What’s, um- What’s going on here?” you wonder. Toji huffs an amused exhale through his nostrils, and that is the most response you get to your question. He has no desire to answer you, all of his attention is instead focused on your father.

“You owe me some money.” he begins. “A lot of money, in fact.”

This couldn’t be real. Your father is a wealthy, successful man. Why would he need to borrow money from someone else? You must have heard wrong. It had to be the other way around. Your father had no reason to need money from another person. He has money, and lots of it.

“Toji, please, don’t do this now. I don’t have it, don’t do this in front of my daughter.” your father speaks as calmly as he can, with a still distinct tremble behind his words. “There’s nothing I can do, I can’t give you what I don’t have so please just leave.” he pleads.

Both you and Ren are in a state of panic and unable to move. She still has a dangerously tight grip on your wrist, and you feel her frightened vibrations making your own body shake. You can’t face her. You can’t comfort her. You’re both drawn to the large, tattooed figure pacing slowly around the room below you. A sadistic grin on his face as one foot steps in front of the other. Your breath hitches in your throat, and Ren gasps quietly as you both realise Toji has a gun wedged behind his back in his trousers. His tongue runs along his top row of teeth as he alternates between looking at you and your father.

“Megumi, get in here!” he yells deafeningly loudly. You’re certain you feel the room quake from his voice alone. You don’t like where this is going. The situation is already precarious without bringing another party into a mix. And against your better judgement, against your rationale, you can’t help but feel that you are about to see a familiar face. But really, what are the odds? Apparently high, because now your heart is beating in your ears as he enters the room.

The younger man walks in, and your mind is racing. You know, already, who he is to your ‘uncle’ Toji. How couldn’t he have told you? Both him and your father. He recognised Megumi that night at the theatre. He knew exactly who he was, that’s why he was so scared. How could neither of them have told you that Toji had a son? The resemblance is uncanny, especially when they’re both dressed so similarly. They both have tattoos akin to one another. And when Megumi’s head turns away from you, you notice that very same dragon tattoo behind his ear.

You’ve never felt so stupid, so imbecilic in your entire life. Your sweet uncle Toji is actually involved in organised crime, the criminal underworld. How your father found himself in this kind of trouble, you have no idea. And actually it might be better that you don’t know. You want to call out to your father. You want to be by his side and wave a magic wand so everyone in the penthouse can escape with their lives. But a niggling sensation gnaws in your mind as you fear that people’s lives will be lost tonight.

“Did you really think you were going to get away with ripping us off?” Megumi questions as he stands proudly by his father’s side.

“Hang on Megumi, maybe, we could come to some sort of arrangement.” Toji starts stepping closer to your father. All you can think about is the gun behind his back. The gun that can easily make you become an orphan in an instant. “We’re all reasonable adults here, yeah?”

“Y-Yes! Thank you Toji, that’s what I’ve been trying—”

“For example,” Toji interjects. He’s leading up to a point you’re certain neither you nor your father will like. “You may not have the money… But you have her.” he speaks as he points in your direction.

Too many voices are speaking at once as Ren finally lets you out of her grip. Your father yelling about how you’ve done nothing wrong, and that they need to leave you out of his mess. Megumi is yelling at him to shut up. Ren grabs both of your hands. And she’s screaming at you. Really screaming her lungs out. It captures Toji’s attention as he observes your interaction.

“You need to run!” she screeches.

But before she can turn around to help you run away, splatters of red fly through the air. You feel it collide with your face and your eyes instinctively close. There’s a ringing in your ears, it’s like nothing you’ve ever heard in your life. When your eyes re-open, you see Ren in an uncomfortable position on the staircase and about to slump downwards. There is impact on the right side of her head. And an exit wound on the left. It looks like her head has detonated from the inside. You feel sick as you examine your surroundings and taste copper on your tongue. There is an explosion of blood against the pristine white walls, a mixture of blood and brain matter. You want to gag as you realise it is in your mouth, too. But you can’t. All you can think about is how your surrogate mother is just as dead as your real one.

Your head turns like machinery. Small stops and starts as your face turns to see the source of the gunfire. But you already know. Toji is standing with a viscous look on his features, eyes wide and yet still chillingly calm. Like he does this thirty times a day with no remorse. Your mind plays how seamlessly the man must have reached behind his back and positioned the gun forwards to target your dear housekeeper. You're shuddering and shaking, unsure how to proceed. Toji’s eyes move to find Megumi’s. He tilts his head in your direction, and it is a clear instruction to his son. He instantly moves in your direction.

“DON’T!” your father bellows, “RUN, GET AWAY FROM HERE!” he calls to you.

There’s no chance you’d get away from either of them if you continued downwards. Megumi was already at the bottom of the stairs before you can blink, and Toji could easily shoot you if you tried to sprint out to the elevator. It’s going to lead to your inevitable capture, but if you’re smart you’ll be able to fight him off and hide. You run upstairs. You try your best to not slip over in Ren’s blood while your feet are bare as you hurry upwards.

You hope Megumi has never been here without your knowledge. You’ll have the advantage of knowing your home better than him. You turn the corner and Toji watches on nonchalantly as you do your best to evade capture. Megumi isn’t running, either. He’s stalking. Hunting for his prize, and he too knows that it’s an imminent capture.

“She’s worth a fortune, that kid of yours.” you hear Toji tell your father before you completely disappear from the scene.

The surge of adrenaline is keeping you going as you try to decide where to go first. You’re hoping to lure Megumi away enough that there is a chance you can run downstairs to safety. But your legs take you somewhere you didn’t want to go. The last place you wanted to fucking go.

Your bedroom.

It’s too late to run back out now, he’ll spot you instantly. You have to think. And think, carefully. You grab your phone from your side table and run to hide in your closet. Little fingers typing as quickly as they can to alert your friends of the situation, hopefully one of them can call the police and they’ll be able to rescue you from the fate of being trafficked. You hear footsteps in the distance, nearing closer, and closer. You pick up a shoe, although you feel stupid. If Toji has a gun it’s very likely that his son does too. And what the fuck are you going to do with a shoe? You cover your mouth in an attempt to stablize your breathing as you hear him open the creaky bedroom door. You’re a fucking idiot. Opening a creaking door and slamming it closed after yourself. No wonder he found you so quickly.

“Not very smart to hide in your own bedroom.” he taunts. Clearly trying to rattle you even more so he can detect your location. “Are you under… here?” you hear him question as he drops to one knee, peeping under your bed. He stands tall again and kicks the bedframe when he realises you aren’t that stupid. But that only leaves one more place that you could be hiding.

His intimidating presence looms on the outside of the wardrobe door. He kicks it. Sending shivers down your spine. You jump in fear and an involuntary yelp exits your throat.

“Theeeere she is, my fuckin’ pay day.” he smirks when he hears your exposing whimper. You’re quivering like you never have before. The pathetic shoe in your hand is your only weapon, and you’re unsure this is even worth the effort. It’s an unfair fight, after all. “Come out… Come out.” he enunciates as he rips the doors open so harshly you’re surprised they didn’t tear off their hinges.

He looked a little confused as you weren’t standing in his line of sight, he had assumed you’d be standing up ready to run when he opened the doors. His manic smile dropped as did his vision as he noticed you crouched down on the ground. With a loud grunt you drove your high heel into his right thigh.

“Fuck!” he yelled as he reached down to hold his leg in an attempt to assuage the sting.

The heel was wedged in tight, even without you driving it in further it stayed in place. You took the opportunity to stand to your feet and make your get away. Before you ran, you twisted the heel in deeper and shoved the assailant backwards onto the ground. You didn’t hesitate to kick him in the ribs and stamp on his head a few times for good measure.

Before you flee from your bedroom, you pick up a trophy from your shelf from your school days. A heavy hockey trophy, gold of course. It’s bound to be a better weapon than the shoe you used. You make a beeline for the stairs. You know Toji will stop you from leaving but you need to at least try to get to the elevator.

“Hey, you fucking cunt.”

You squeal as you realise Megumi is hot on your tail. A plan formulates in your mind and you run inside the nearest bathroom. He’s quick to anger when he hears the door lock behind you. Do you really think he won’t kick it in if you don’t start to co-operate? He gives you the benefit of the doubt; knocking loudly in hopes that you’ll answer to him. His voice gets louder and louder as he beckons you to open up for him. And to his surprise, you do. He doesn’t see you immediately. So the further the door opens, he peers inside.

With all of the strength you have, you crush the door against his body. A string of obscenities tumble from his lips. He’s forced to stumble backwards, giving you yet another chance to escape. It doesn’t quite work out that way though. As you try to run by him, he grabs your wrist. With your free hand, you raise your heavy trophy high threatening to cave his skull in. But as you raise your weapon, he presents his own. A handgun as black as his dilated pupils pointing directly between your eyes.

“What d’ya think baby? S’that lil trophy of yours gonna get me faster than this gun’ll get you?” he questions, mockingly. “You put up a good fight, you’re not the dumb princess I had you down for.” he adds.

“You don’t have to do this…” you whisper pointlessly. He’s right, you aren’t a dumb princess. And you know as well as he does that there’s nothing you can say to change his mind about taking you. Your father may as well be pointing this gun at you himself. And then a realisation shoots through your brain. “You’re not going to kill me. Because I’m worth something to Toji, aren’t I?”

“Clever girl. I won’t kill you but that doesn’t mean I won’t shoot you, maybe take your fucking kneecaps out so you’ll stop running from me.” he expresses with a wicked grin on his face, very reminiscent of his father’s. “And my father won’t hesitate to put a bullet between your father’s eyes. So are you going to start being a good girl?”

Your father’s death on your conscience was not something you could bear. You nodded. And you let your trophy fall out of your hand and put a dint in the floor below you. He lowered his gun, inching just a little closer to you. He gently tucks a stray hair behind your ear, and when you turn your face away from him, he uses his gun to force your vision back to him. You do your best to keep your composure as the cold metal ventures down your body. He’s studying the way your skin interacts with it. You jolt when you feel it traverse over the raised flesh of your breast, the action causing Megumi’s eyes to snap back to yours.

“Is it cold? Or, did you like it?”

You ignore him as he uses the end of his gun to force your silk gown open so he can have a better look at your body. You’ve never regretted the decision to not dress more appropriately in your life. He’s drunk on the sight of you. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he wanted you for himself, not a client. Your clit throbs as he cups one of your breasts and rubs his thumb over your clothed nipple. Regardless, you stay strong, you can’t give him the satisfaction of a reaction. A gasp leaves your lungs as you’re spun around. The barrel of the gun poking directly into your lower back and a handful of your breast grabbed once again by your attacker. He settles his head next to yours, and you find yourself tilting yours so he can whisper in your ear.

“That’s more like it… Good. Good fucking girl.”

“Please—”

“You look good in red, y’know?” he declares. Interrupting your sentence with no care or remorse. “Toji! I got her, lets go.” Megumi calls down the stairs as he begins leading you towards them. The comment about you wearing red was a crushing reminder that your housekeeper’s blood was splattered all over your body and you’d soon have to walk passed her corpse.

“Please don’t hurt my father.” you request, too confident to be considered begging. The cool gun jabs harsher into the base of your spine causing you to wince. Megumi snarls, clearly irritated with your bold sentence.

“You’re not calling the shots around here babe, we’ll do whatever the fuck we want with him.”

It was surprising that you weren’t brought to some sort of criminal hideout and locked away in a dank, dreary basement. For some reason, you’d been brought to the Fushiguro’s home. It was just those two, as far as you were aware. They took care of you, all things considered. Days turned to weeks. Pleads to be let free turned to warm greetings to your abductors. Toji seemed to be back to the Toji you’d always known, uncle Toji. Whereas Megumi was a little colder. But you were sweet to him nonetheless.

One day he brought an iPad into your room and showed you a photograph of someone. It was a man. A large, obese, man. He looked perverse in more ways than one and had the creepiest smile on his face.

“What do you think of him?” Megumi asked. You didn’t speak. Your eyes watered a little as you shook your head. “He’s paying a high price for you, baby. So you better start liking him.”

“N-No! Don’t wanna go with him! Wanna stay… With you.” you told him.

He smiled, earnestly. Crouching down on the balls of his feet as he stroked your cheek. It was so gentle and sweet. And it made him grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back all the more shocking.

“Open.” he instructed. You did as you were told, opening your mouth wide enough for him to deposit a spit glob into. “Swallow it.” and you did. Because despite everything he’d done to you, you wanted to be good. To prove yourself to him.

“Megumi—”

“Don’t like the man who wants to pay us a good fortune for you? Hm? Don’t wanna be good and make me rich?” he quizzes. You shake your head again, scrunching your eyes shut tight.

“Just wanna be with you, Megumi.”

“Tough.”

“Do you want to keep her?” Toji asks his son as he stands casually stirring a spoon in his coffee mug. He looks at Megumi with a teasing, knowing look in his eye. He knows his kid better than he knows himself, and he can tell that one way or another, he’s fallen for you.

“No, I—”

“Look, I’m not asking if you want to marry her. Do you wanna fuck her, ‘cause ya can.” he informs Megumi.

“Yeah?” Megumi questioned, genuine happiness seeping into his speech.

“Course you fuckin’ can, who’s gonna stop you?”

“What about—?”

“That fat prick hasn’t paid a penny, so she’s ours. He can go fuck himself, if you want her – she’s yours. What’s he gonna do? Kill us? I’d like to see him try.”

Once Megumi had been given the green light from his old man, he found himself back in your presence. He instructed that you lie with your body back against his. And of course, you complied. Anything to please Megumi. You were in complete silence as he stroked his fingers through your hair. It was nice. The nicest he’d been since you got here, actually.

“When was the last time you had sex?” he asked you, so fucking casually. As if you hadn’t been sitting together without a word exchanged for over an hour. You tried to sit up to face him; but he pulled you back down into his chest once again. “Tell me.”

“I can’t remember. Over a year ago now, I’m sure.” you admit.

“Okay.” he tells you. You’re worried. Unsure if that was the right or wrong thing to say. Uncertain of whether he was going to get angry with you. Should you have lied? “I want to fuck you. Today. Right now, actually.”

“That makes sense. Your erection has been digging into my back for thirty minutes.” you tease.

Air is knocked from your lungs when he throws you down so you're flat on your back and cages you in beneath him. A hand sinks into your panties and your eyes roll back at the contact.

“Are you really going to try and mock me when your pussy is this wet?”

You shudder when his fingers are taken away from your heat. He stands to his feet and you worry he might be leaving again. In an even worse turn, he’s holding his gun. He holds it by his crotch, snapping his fingers and summoning you to your knees. You comply, quickly scurrying to the ground to appease him.

“Suck. Get it nice ‘n wet for me.”

Your jaw drops low to welcome the intimidating, phallic weapon into your mouth. The barrel is wider than you anticipate, making it a little more difficult than you were prepared for. It tastes horrible; but you aren’t sure what else you’d expected. It’s metal, it was never going to be a pleasant experience. You gag when he forcefully pushes your head further onto it and you feel it assault your uvula, your mouth painfully stretched open to accommodate the girth. He yanks you off when your eyes water and you sputter and cough from the abuse. But he forces you on once again when you catch your breath. He didn’t say you could stop, after all. But your licking and sucking soon fails to amuse him any longer.

He sets his gun aside as he helps you to your feet. You feel him grab fistfuls of your panties and tear them apart. The aggressive act makes you whimper ever so slightly, and you whimper even more when he pushes down on your shoulders – indicating that he wants you on your knees again. Your heart stops when he picks the gun up once again. He forces the length against your slick heat, biting his lip when he sees you squirm a little on it. He can already see how drenched it is without you doing anything at all.

“Fuck yourself on my gun.” he commands. You’re reluctant, it’s dangerous. You don’t want to do that. But Megumi isn’t the type to take no for an answer. “One call and you’re getting shipped off to be another man’s whore. Do you want that? Or do you wanna hump my gun like the dumb puppy you are?” he challenges.

Without speaking, you begin to rut on the sopping wet weapon with tears streaming down your eyes. Megumi thinks it’s cute. You look good when you’re doing as you're told. When you’re being obedient. But that isn’t good enough for Megumi. You need to answer his question. He uses his free hand to grab a fistful of your hair.

“What are you? Humping my gun like this, tell me what you are.”

“I-I’m a, I’m—” you sniffle, finding it difficult to get the words out. “I’m a dumb… A dumb p-puppy.” you confess.

Without warning, Megumi hocks a spit glob onto your face. “That’s right. My dumb puppy. My little slut.” he speaks, his words are degrading but you feel warm and fuzzy at the thought of being his. It’s loving, affectionate. “Y’look so fuckin’ good riding my gun like that.”

“Want you Megumi, please? Fuck me properly.” you plead.

Desperate to feel his cock stretch you out for the first time. He spits at you again, the glob landing directly on your eyelid. You don’t complain though, like the good girl you are you just sit and take it. He thinks you look so pretty with his spit covering your face. The picture of perfect obedience.

“Make yourself cum first.”

And you can’t. You can’t! Doesn’t he understand? You just can’t. But he looks so angry. He looks disappointed, too. All in one devastating expression. You’re meant to be his good girl. So you try harder. You rut against his gun harder. Doing your best to get the friction you need from the cold metal against your sensitive clit. He tucks your hair behind your ear and holds your cheek delicately. His forehead rests against yours. He’s telling you that you can do this. That you’re incredible. Such a good girl for him. So you cum with a cry. He kisses away your tears and praises you as you unfurl around the metal weapon.

“Thaaaaaat’s it! Good girl. That’s my little slut.”

He slides the gun across the floor out of reach from you both and relief washes over you. Thank God you won’t have to do anything like that again. You’re soon hoisted back up onto the bed with your legs spread open. Your knees are to your chest and your breathing is erratic. You keen for him when you feel him spit twice onto your sex. Once on your sensitive clit, and again directly into your hole. Your eyes roll back into your head when he forces two fingers in your unused hole. He curls them upwards and revels at the sight of you gripping the bed sheets until your knuckles turn white.

“So sensitive for me… Wanna get this puppy cunt ready for my cock.”

His free hand flies up to cover your mouth when the beginnings of a scream fall from your lips as his latch onto your cunt. He normally wouldn’t care, but he doesn’t want to risk disrupting his erratic father. He sucks harshly on your clit, the suction making your legs writhe and beneath him. The lethal combination of his tongue and fingers have you nearing your undoing almost instantly. You hum through his hand, and he understands. You’re close. You’re gonna cum for him. And you do. Your slippery arousal covering his pretty face. You feel a hand connect with your sex and your body jolts, hips bucking towards him.

“Hands and knees, now.” he spoke menacingly. You flipped over and crawled further onto the bed so that Megumi could get comfortable behind you. He stood to his feet, finally getting undressed. You didn’t get a good look at his cock since he shoved your heads down into the mattress. “This isn’t for you; this is for me.”

He was rough with you. Not caring to make it last long or having any interest in your pleasure. Why should he? He’s made you cum twice already. And yet, even without trying, you’re close once again as the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room. The sound of your gorgeously wet cunt squelches obscenely and you can’t help but feel embarrassed. You’re so sensitive from cumming twice already, you’re on the precipice of your third. You feel more of Megumi’s warm spit on your body when some lands on your back.

“M-Megumi, can I? Can I cum?” you cry into the soft foam beneath you.

“Y-Yeah, you can… – shit baby – fucking cum again for me.”

So you do. Your walls grip his cock tight and attempt to squeeze him for everything he’s worth. But he remains strong. He doesn’t want to cum inside. While your pulsating cunt eases up on him, he slips his cock out of you. As desperate as you are to be filled to the brim with Megumi’s milk, he tells you that is something you’ll have to earn. He fucks into you until the last possible second, pulling out to paint your back in his creamy white seed.

He watches on, beguiled by the way his spit and cum merges and creates a pretty shimmer on your back. He’s always enjoyed spitting on his favourite sluts. His best girls. The ones worthy of his DNA.

But you… You’re definitely his favourite.

© 2021 fuwushiguro

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Warnings: cursing

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~Accidental Reunions~

Miya Atsumu

"Shut up Osamu" The setter muttered in irritation towards his twin who was laughing at his absolute humiliation. Osamu never had something he could tease his brother with that would so easily pick at his nerves, but he finally found his new subject. The reason for all Miya Atsumus teasing. You.

The recent discovery that one of their MSBY Black Jackals teammates was crushing hard on the young, pretty librarian who was sitting in the stands at one of their games had left the team in shambles. It was highly unusual for Atsumu to develop crushes on anyone, but when he saw you in the crowd he had physically felt his heart stop.

The two of you had went to high school together. You could never forget the boy that was Miya Atsumu. He was tall, handsome and Captain of the Inarizaki High Volleyball team when he was a 3rd year and you were in your 2nd. He had never noticed you. Obviously. You weren't the sociable type. You had a small group of friends and by small you meant two. You always had your head in a book. And by some horrible turn of events someone upstairs had decided to give you bad eyesight, crooked teeth and acne. Hence the glasses, braces and multiple face masks. High-school for you was just your awkward phase and even though you had the biggest crush on the blonde Miya twin back then, you knew there was no chance in hell that he would've actually noticed you.

Atsumu had recognized you the minute he saw you in the crowd. The pretty girl who used to sit in his math class because she was too advanced for her own years. The girl that would lend him pencils and help him when he used to get stuck on number problems without any judgment. The girl who had reached into her bag and given him her granola bar because he's stomach had growled in class the day he missed breakfast. He hadn't seen you in years. He would never admit to the small infatuation he used to have on you in high school. Constantly looking for ways to talk to you but you were too smart for the likes of him and eventually he would just give up and settle for watching you from the sidelines.

Osamu had known about this crush for years of course. You were all his brother would talk about for months in high school so when he had followed his twins gaze to the pretty brunette in the stands he couldn't hold back his laugh. "I can't believe it! First girl you ever had a crush on attends the first game of the season. That's a sign. Oh and look at that she's looking right at you"

Atsumu felt his heart tumble when your pretty eyes found his and you held his stare. He watched mezmerised when a small smile curved at your lips and you lifted your hand to give him a cautious wave. He felt giddy. You noticed him. You remembered him. He was going to have to shove off these butterflies before he starts playing or else it was going to be a shitty start to what was supposed to be a good season.

"You know he hasn't taken his eyes off you" Your friend Akira whispered during half time and you turned to look at her.

"Who?" But you knew exactly who she was talking about because your eyes hadn't left him. You watched him play with enthusiasm and everytime their team had scored his eyes would move to the crowd, find yours and he'd smile like that point was made just for you. You knew it was your imagination but still you couldn't help the little tatters of your heart.

"Oh come on! You know exactly who I'm talking about. Does Miya Atsumu know you?" The question made you pause. Did he? Sure you were in the same math class but the fact that he would remember you all these years later was impossible. Right?

"We went to high school together" You murmured.

"Shut up! Were you guys a thing??" Akira grabbed your arm and shook you.

"Uhm no we hardly spoke at all" You turned your attention back to the game and blocked out Akiras excited babbles. This was beginning starting to make you feel like a teenager again.

They had won. They had fucking won! Atsumu was tackled by an excited Bokuto who's screams merged with the crowds.

"That's what I'm talking about! Fucking killed that man! We're celebrating! Tonight" But he wasn't listening. His eyes for what felt like the hundreth time tonight found yours and he visibly melted at the proud grin you were shooting his way. He had to talk to you. He had to.

"I'll catch up with you guys later, man. I gotta go do something first" You watched as the setter slid away from his teammate and made A beeline towards where you were standing . You froze. Was he coming to talk to you?"

"Y/n I'm going to go talk to my friend real quick" Akira squealed knowingly and left you just as the blonde boy came to stand in front of you

"Y/n?" Your eyes widened comically. Did he just say your name or did you imagine it

"Miya." You sounded breathless. Oh fuckity fuck man "That was a great game. You played brilliantly"

He rubbed the back of his neck flushing at your praise and shrugged "It was nothing. Its really good to see you. How-" He cleared his throat "How have you been?"

"Great! Thanks for asking. How've you been?" You asked.

"Better now." You flushed like a school girl "You want to grab a drink with me? Catch up?"

"Uhm sure" You mumbled and he grinned motioning you to walk out of the stadium with him.

"What? Right now? Don't you want to celebrate with you team?" You asked when he grabbed your hand to help you down the staircase.

"Not really. I rather celebrate with you. You look pretty by the way" He said the last sentence quietly and you laughed

"Yes I'm alot better than what I was in high school"

"You were beutiful in high school" He Defended harshly and then clamped his mouth shut when the words spilled. Your walk along the concrete path came to a dead stop.

"Don't lie Atsumu. I was hideous. It's okay I've accepted it" You felt his arm tug you so he could look at you straight in the eye.

"You listen l/n y/n, you were gorgeous in high school and you're even more gorgeous right now. And I don't want to hear it because I'm only supposed to start flattering you when we're in the restaurant so you'll agree to go out with me. You're ruining my game plan"

You physically buzzed. Did he always have this way of making you feel like a school girl . You laughed incredulously making him smile.

"You don't have to flatter me. I'll go out with you regardless " He grabbed your hand again, linking your fingers he smiled to himself.

"I'm going to do it anyway. I have years to make up for"

atsumu miya is notoriously bad at keeping secrets.

if you ask anyone he knows - and i mean, anyone at all - they'd all be able to tell you the exact same thing: never ever trust atsumu miya with a secret, because chances are he won't be able to keep any of them.

"okay, it is so not fair that osamu knows, but i don't."

atsumu groans, his gloved hands stuffed tightly in his coat pockets, and he curses once again that he didn't anticipate the snow coming down onto the city tonight.

it's ten in the evening, you've just clocked out for the day, and even despite your numerous insistence that you'd be fine walking home alone, atsumu happily strides beside you anyways.

"samu can keep a secret," you remind him, and your shoulders rise as you laugh, "you can't."

"wrong." atsumu scoffs, shaking his head disapprovingly, "i can keep a secret. i just purposefully tell everyone what it is because it's part of my natural charm."

you narrow your eyes, giving him an unconvinced look as you try to stifle a laugh.

"it's part of your natural charm to literally never be able to hide anything from anyone ever?" you repeat, your intonation asking him if that's really the excuse he'd want to go with.

"yes." he nods confidently, "it is part of my natural charm."

so you grin, wide, with childish stars in your eyes, "which adds reason to why i shouldn't tell you my secret!"

"wait," he blinks, realizing what you've just said, and he stops walking for a second, "no, of course you should tell me the secret - you duped me into saying that!"

you cross your arms over your chest, "they were your words."

and you overtake him, walking past where he stopped, and you turn on your heels slightly, turning to look back at him with the same smug grin on your face.

"you're horrible." he tells you, shaking his head as you only look back at him with that same expression.

you take your free hand out of your coat pocket, the smile on your face pursed slightly as you hold your hand out to him, and before you know it, atsumu's back on your side, your hand in his own as he easily takes yours, and just by the way he's holding on to it — you have a strong feeling he has no plans on letting it go.

"i'm not telling you my secret tsumu." you smile, starting to walk with him again, your hands swaying in the middle of the both of you.

and his eyes narrow, "did you do something bad?"

and you think - maybe - but you're not sure if you want to tell him that yet.

"no." you answer.

"are we planning a murder? a nuclear attack?" he presses, the same grin on his face lacing into his voice, "i will get on board with it, i swear."

and the hold he has on your hand feels so much tighter.

"but you have to tell me what it is." atsumu shrugs, the way he's looking at you overwhelmingly soft.

"it's not that." you shake your head as you laugh, "but i admire your loyalty though, i'll definitely call you when that happens."

"well, why won't you tell me?" he asks you again, looking at you this time, and he stays this way long enough for you to actually notice that he is, in fact, looking at you.

he narrows his eyes, "and i know it's not because of that "i can't keep a secret" excuse, cause we both know that's not why you aren't telling me."

( leave it to atsumu miya to know exactly what to say or do to back you into a corner. )

you look at him, laughing, "why does it matter so much?"

and this is what gets him to look back onto the road, completely acting like he never was looking at you in the first place.

"i like..." and he pauses mid-sentence, "i like knowing things."

( he was going to add "about you" to the ending of that sentence, but he decides against it - it isn't the right time for that. )

you stop walking.

straightening out your jacket and making sure your bag is still with you, you look up to see atsumu who's walked a few steps ahead of you already, looking back with half-turned heels in anticipation.

"what're you doing?" he smiles, eyebrow raising.

"this is my stop." you say, your voice not as loud as you want it to be, and you reluctantly point to the building beside you, "i live here, remember?"

and atsumu's smile drops, "oh."

he's been walking you for a few weeks now, even driving you home when he has the chance, so he feels pretty stupid right now for forgetting to stop when you did.

"oh, yeah." he lets out a chuckle, his hand making it's way to the back of his neck in embarrassment, "i think i forgot about that."

and you smile, telling him it's okay, and there's nothing more in the world that he could want except for you asking him to stay.

he looks to the ground, "so i guess i should go."

"you know, you really didn't have to walk me home." you tell him, smile still as unsure as ever, and you tell him this every chance you get.

and he says, the way he always does, with that same smug and lazy grin, "i know - i wanted to."

( and that makes you smile, because atsumu always makes you smile. )

he takes a step away, getting ready to leave, but before he does, he tells you, subtly pointing to your front door, "you should get inside."

and you smile, "yeah."

"bye." he tells you, the smile on his face smaller this time, but the crinkle in his eyes doesn't leave.

and you repeat, laughing slightly, "bye."

and that would've been the end of it - atsumu walking home under the snow, and you walking up the steps of your building to get inside your home.

he would've went home not knowing your secret, and well, for a short second, atsumu really did think that he was okay with that.

but he's not.

"no," atsumu says, more to himself than to anyone else, and he turns, running back to the foot of your building and he yells, "wait, hey!"

( of all the stupid things he could do tonight, stopping you as you're mid-way into coming home would probably be the worst of them. )

but you turn to look at him anyway, the smile on your face easily reaching your eyes, and atsumu likes to think it's because you wanted him to come back and call to you.

"atsumu?" you ask.

and maybe it's the snow or maybe it's you saying his name like that, but he really really wishes that for once — even if it's just for tonight — things would go his way.

"how about this - i tell you a secret, something no one knows," he's breathless, but he looks at you anyway with a nervous smile, "and you tell me yours."

because believe it or not, atsumu miya, most notorious for never being able to keep anything quiet, has been hiding something extremely important to him for a very long time now.

so you say, "okay."

and atsumu smiles.

the edges of his eyes crinkle upwards as he hears you say that, and for the first time tonight, he's got a strong feeling that the universe is finally on his side.

your keys are in your hand, dangling lightly as you take the short three steps down from your building and coming back onto the pavement where atsumu waits.

he stands awkwardly, the smile on his face almost as nervous as you paint it out to be, and when you finally stand in front of him, it only appears to get a tiny bit wider.

you tilt your head, "tell me a secret."

and atsumu nods, an expression on his face that you've only seen a handful of times, but before you could ask him about it, he's already taken a step forward, his hands on either side of your face—

and he kisses you.

atsumu miya has always wanted to kiss you, not that he ever planned to do anything about it, he just — for as long as he's known you — wanted to know what it would be like to kiss the person he's been in love with for the past two years.

so he steps back, pulling away from you first, feeling not so different from the man he was two minutes before all this, but now, he’s someone who doesn’t have to wonder what it’s like to kiss you anymore.

"i've always wanted to do that." his smile taints his voice.

it's snowing — it's ten in the evening and the snow just keeps on falling.

the cold is almost unbearable, and even beneath all those layers of clothes, you still can't deny the slight chill coming on your spine.

atsumu's face is red - his ears, nose, and cheeks covered in a pinkish glow, and this time, he's sure that it's not just from the cold.

“i told you i can keep a secret.”

he smiles, breathing out a puff of white air, and the hand he has on your face still hasn't let you go.

for as long as he can remember, atsumu has always, always, wanted to kiss you the way he's dreamed of, and now - now that's actually done it - he decides that he's done with secrets.

whatever this is, whatever he feels for you, it isn't a secret anymore, because this time, he decides that he's finally gonna do something about it.

his smile is unwavering, watching you as you stand in from of him, and his eyes are expecting of what you're going to say next.

"atsumu," you blink, "i'm transferring out of the msby jackals."

being degraded and praised at the same time :

“such a pretty little slut for me, aren’t you?”

“so eager to be ruined by me. such a good girl.”

“how can such a pretty mouth say such dirty things?”

“taking my cock like the good little bitch you are.”

PLEASE.

i’m such a huge fan of the headcanon that megumi’s cursed dogs are basically like service animals. everytime yuuji pets them while they’re dealing with a curse megumi would snap at him like, “yuuji, fucking… quit it! they’re working right now. you can pet them later.”