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Shūgo Meian x Reader ''Dream A Little of Me" +18 MDNI (Female Reader Version)

Shūgo Meian x Reader "Dream A Little Of Me" +18 MDNI (Male Reader Version)

Shūgo Meian x Reader “Manager For A Month”

Shūgo Meian x short!Reader "Happy Birthday Captain"

yakuza!Shūgo Meian x Reader +18 MDNI

A/N: Hi everyone! This is a request from one of my readers! The request was to write the „Dream A Little Of Me“ in the male reader perspective. Also, instead of the manager, the reader is the Athletic Trainer for the MSBY Jackals. Hope you guys like it! Enjoy <3

genre: a lil‘ angst, fluff, smut in the beginning

warnings: sex dream, male masturbation, cursing

Shūgo Meian x Reader “Dream A Little Of Me”

“Oh (Y/N)... that feels so good… yeah j-just like that. Holy shit! O-Ohh…” Meian moans heavily with your wandering touches.

His broad chest rises and falls fast, his mind is all over the place.

Your skilled tongue swirls around the head of his long cock, making it twitch with need and he blissfully pants as precum starts dripping from the tip.

”(Y/N) please… stop teasing me… I want to fuck you so bad.” Meian tangles his hand in your hair and tugs on it occasionally. His other hand fists the sheets of the bed.

You willingly let go of his cock, making a ‘pop’ noise as you retreated from his form.

A mix string of saliva and precum connects your wet lips and his tip and Meian throws his head back in satisfaction, trying to calm his breathing.

Looking at him with a glint in your eyes, you crawl onto his lap, placing each leg next to his waist.

Meian stares at you with flushed cheeks, a small smile growing on the corner of his lips.

Placing your hands to rest on his ripped abdomen, you begin to sit down on him with a dreamy sigh, feeling him stretch your insides out.

Gasping at his enormous size, he too, moans shakily at the feeling of your tight hole squeezing him.

”Hah, hah. Gosh you feel amazing!”, scrunching his face in gratification, he places his giant hands on your hips, grasping them tightly, surely leaving marks.

Meian opens his eyes and looks at you with pure love and adoration.

”(Y/N)… I love y-“ , Meian’s voice stops suddenly and you hear your annoying alarm going off.

You wake up with a startling gasp, scooching back and moving to sit up against your headboard as you try to calm your breathing and your racing heart. Your hair is slightly sweaty, no doubt about the stimulation you felt in your dream. It felt so real.

Unbelievable, this is now the third time you dreamed about the MSBY’s Captain like this.

Rubbing your hands over your face, you groan in sexual frustration as you replay the images in your head over a naked Shūgo Meian confessing his feelings for you.

Looking down, you see your boner pressing up against your dark bed sheets, a small wet spot marks the sheet.

‘Great.‘ You think to yourself as you slowly reach for your hard member, thinking about the raven-haired Middle Blocker and Captain.

Just everything about that guy is perfect. His smile, his stature, his personality, he’s just a dream come true.

As a Captain of a Pro Volleyball team, he is strict with his teammates and is not afraid to scold three certain rascals for their shenanigans (every day) from time to time.

As the Athletic Trainer of MSBY, you just graduated from the Hardin-Simmons University in Texas.

They offer one of the best Athletic Trainer programs, moving there after you graduated High School in Tokyo.

You remember your first day with the Jackals, as if it happened yesterday.

It was an early Monday morning five months ago and you being nervous to meet the team was an understatement.

Standing in front of the gym doors of the official training hall of the MSBY Black Jackals in Osaka, your trembling hands reach for the door handle and you push it open with ease, having built a sturdy and strong frame after years of working on your body.

The first thing you notice is the smell.

It’s a mix between sweat, lemon and a faint hint of ‘Dark Temptation’ Axe deodorant spray.

Your eyes find the team, playing a three-on-three match, not noticing yet that you have walked in.

Coach Foster hears you first and he tells his team to take a small break while he talks to you.

After saying those words, the team finally looks at you and it’s making you feel small.

Even though you’re not the smallest person, their massive height DO intimidate you.

“Thank you for your application, I am guessing you’re (Y/L/N) (Y/F/N). Correct?” Foster asks you.

You bow deep in respect, confirming his question.

“Nice to meet you sir, yes I am.”

Foster nods, telling you they already did warm ups for about 30 minutes with a 15 minute jog round in the gym hall. Now they were just doing a small session until you arrived.

The Coach gathers the team around, telling them to introduce themselves.

After each introduction of the team members, Meian, the last one on the left, speaks up and introduces himself.

While hearing his deep voice, you barely listen to what he’s saying, too distracted by his body and gorgeous face.

Feeling your heartbeat go a little faster than usual, you try to snap out of your trance, thankfully being successful with it before anyone notices you checking out the team captain.

When the ravenette is done talking, he flashes you a dazzling smile, almost sending you into cardiac arrest.

Now, the first few weeks weren’t so bad.

You helped the team with their stretches, correcting their forms, delivering medical care if necessary, monitoring athletic events, obviously watching their practices from the side and giving out tips so they avoid injuries during real matches and practice matches.

You’re with the team three times a week, each time you can’t help but watch Meian a little more than the others.

The way his jersey sticks to his big torso, the way you help him stretch by touching his back when you feel his strong back muscles, whenever he wipes the sweat off of his face with his shirt, you can see his abs and holy shit what you wouldn’t do to actually feel them and not just dream about touching them.

Still, you need to stay professional about this because it’s your job and your attraction unfortunately only grew with time.

It happened like two months ago when you started your deep and strong crush on the raven-haired man intensified.

Almost every day after work, your brain gathers the memory as if it happened yesterday.

Everyone was done with training, headed straight to the showers and left the volleyball gym in a hurry. Or so you thought.

It was around 18:00 and training officially ended 30 minutes ago. Guessing that all the players have already left since it was so quiet, you wanted to shower as well since you were meeting up with a local friend from town. Since time was too close to the meet up, you wouldn’t have had time to go home, shower, change and drive into town again.

Noticing the door was still unlocked, you didn’t think much of it, simply deciding that Meian forgot to lock the room after he left, since he and the coach are the only ones with a key to the lockers.

When you entered the still light up locker room you didn’t expect a half-naked Meian to be standing in front of his locker with just a white fluffy towel wrapped around his waist.

Your eyes followed the water droplets as they ran down on the massive muscles on his torso and stomach, watched as they got soaked into the towel.

Meian turned his head in your direction and stared at you in shock but it was more the curiosity than shock that showed on his face.

After a few seconds, you felt an extraordinary heat blow up on your face and you let out a small squeak as you turned around and left as quickly as you entered.

Meian stared dumbfounded at the door where you left and heard a small amount of apologies getting quieter and quieter.

He just chuckled at your behavior and resumed changing.

‘Oh God, oh God, oh God! You just burst into the locker room with a half-naked Meian still standing there, what must he think of me?!’

Well you can forget about meeting up with your friend since you can cross out the thought of having a shower before meeting up. Exiting the doors of the gym hall, the cold air surprisingly makes it easier to breathe, helping your blushing face to calm down as well.

Once Meian was done changing, he saw you waiting outside and it was pouring down.

Wanting to clear the awkward air after the embarrassing encounter, he approached you and offered to drive you home but as soon your ears picked up on his voice, your eyes were wide and you told him off, saying you were going to miss the train to meet up with a friend.

Meian tried to stop you but you were already sprinting to the train station in the rain saying you were going to be fine on your own.

The Middle Blocker stared sadly after your retreating form and kicked a trash can over in frustration. The loud bang of the trash can falling down on the pavement echoed in the silent night.

Some of the trash landed on the floor and after he heaved out a deep sigh he picked up the trash and put it back in before he went home.

Meian has been developing feelings for you ever since you started and those feelings only started to grow the more time he spent talking to you. And now he thinks he blew his chance of getting closer to you. He purposely pretended to have troubles with some muscles, so you’d come over and put your strong hands on him, to feel the pressure of your muscles on his own, inwardly making the Middle Blocker sigh in bliss whenever he would feel the heat of your skin on his own.

Ever since that incident, you have been avoiding him like a pest. Always walking in a different direction whenever he is near, not talking to him any way except when it’s absolutely necessary, it’s almost driving him insane.

When he needed help with a stretch, you started to wear gloves and your voice sounded cold, almost apathetic when you talked to him.

Meian thought he had a good relationship with you but your sudden strange and distant behavior makes him think you had a change of heart.

He honestly thought you liked him the same way he liked you. Maybe his mind was just playing tricks on him but nonetheless he decided to leave you alone.

His teammates notice the relationship change between you two, making it feel like two parents who had a bitter divorce because the other one got custody over the children.

Inunaki and Tomas notice it first when they have a small three-on-three match together after an intense training match.

They both take a drink from their water bottles, wiping the sweat off of their necks with towels, watching you write something down on your notepad before packing up your stuff.

Helping them with the clean up, you gather the towels and put them into the washing basket.

Then they watch you pick up the scattered volleyballs around the court and Meian is about to grab the one you’re about to pick up when your eyes make contact with his dark ones.

For a moment, neither of you say anything, simply staring at each other.

All of sudden, you straighten up and walk around him with a neutral expression on your face, still not saying anything, beginning to drop the volleyballs into the wagon.

Meian’s remorseful gaze follows your figure and he breathes out slowly and closes his eyes, grabbing the ball with his hands and throws it into the volleyball cart.

Inunaki nudges Tomas with his elbow, gaining the Middle Blocker’s attention.

“Did something happen between Cap and (Y/N)?” He questions him.

Tomas looks at you and then Meian, before he answers with a clueless shrug of his shoulders.

“Don’t know about Cap but I just feel like (Y/N) is lately more quiet than usual.”

“Yeah but like a couple of weeks ago, they were talking so much and seemed really friendly towards each other. Then just like that-”, he snaps his fingers, “they act like complete strangers.”

Tomas thinks for a few moments before he decides to speak up again.

“Maybe something DID happen between them that causes them to behave like that. I mean look at them, they are acting like they’ve never interacted with one another.”

Atsumu appears and joins their conversation. He rests his sweaty arm on Inunaki’s shoulder as he leans against him.

“What we talkin’ ‘bout?” the sandy-blonde asks and Inunaki grimaces at the gesture but doesn’t shrug him off.

Tomas begins to answer.

“We’ve just been talking about how Meian and (Y/N) have been acting differently toward each other. Almost like there’s a visible tension hanging in the air.”

Atsumu grins at that, not being able to refrain the next words from spilling out.

“Ya think they fucked? Maybe he didn’t give ‘im a good time and he tries ta avoid ‘im cuz of it.” The Setter laughs.

The Libero and Middle Blocker’s faces change into disbelief and disgust and Inunaki shrugs Atsumu off.

“Meian doesn’t strike me as the type to just sleep with someone to get their dick wet. Unlike you of course.” Tomas grins cheekily at Atsumu and he scowls at him.

“Fuck off.” The blonde man spits at him before walking off.

Inunaki shakes his head at their behavior and looks back at you.

You’re looking troubled, almost sad as you collect the towels together from Bokuto and Hinata as they hand you their black towels as well.

The energetic duo seems to notice your expression and their smiles drop immediately as they ask you what is troubling you with concerned faces.

You just shake your head and wave them off, walking away to resume packing up the rest of your stuff to go home.

Hinata and Bokuto share a look of worry but leave you be.

The Wing Spikers walk into the direction of the locker room of the MSBY Jackals followed by the rest of the teammates.

Inunaki and Tomas both agree that they should ask their Captain in the locker rooms about his and your tense body language and silent treatments lately.

Coach Foster has also noticed your change of attitude as well, your usual cheerful expression replaced by a dark cloud of sadness looming over you.

Walking over to you, he tries to indulge in a talk with you.

”(Y/N)? You okay? The guys didn’t say anything mean or inappropriate to you did they?” Foster starts.

Startled by his sudden voice, you turn around to him with a small smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Y-Yeah I am fine, having some private trouble sir.”

He purses his lips at your answer and advises you to leave the trouble at home and not bring it to work.

Accepting his advice you apologize for your behavior and you promise him to be in a better mood tomorrow.

~ At the same time in the locker room ~

The team members of MSBY are all freshly showered, getting dressed and ready to go home.

Meian rubs his head dry with a towel and Tomas and Inunaki share a quick glance before nodding to each other.

Tomas clears his throat and Meian whips his head and his direction with an arched eyebrow.

“Yeah? Did you need something?” Meian asks him.

“Uhh…” , he begins.

Tomas turns his head to look at Inunaki and he just sends him a thumbs up with an unsure smile as encouragement.

Meian looks at Inunaki, back to Tomas and begins to get slightly irritated at his teammate’s behavior.

”Well?” Meian starts to get impatient and Tomas is not used to this side of him.

“Inunaki and I were wondering if something happened between you and (Y/N). We just feel like you had such great chemistry with him and it’s like the next day, you’re acting like you don’t know each other.”

Bokuto, Hinata, Atsumu and even Sakusa slow down their movements, quite intrigued by what the raven-haired Middle Blocker has to say.

Meian stops for a second, pondering what to say.

”I don’t know.” He begins.

“You know when I had to stay behind to clean the mess you guys left in the locker room? (Y/N) saw me while I was there. He’s been distant since.” The spiky black-haired Middle Blocker explains.

Questions started flowing through the room immediately, not acknowledging the fact that Meian was pissed about the dirty laundry that they left on the floor for him to clean up.

”Woah, did he see you naked??” Wide golden eyes stare in amazement at Meian.

“Did he confess his undying love to you or something?” Hinata suggests with stars in his eyes.

“Please tell me you didn’t have sex with him in here, I am going to kill you if you did.” Sakusa scrunches his face in disgust and anger.

” Or was it yer size that was disappointin’?” Atsumu teases with a shit-eating grin.

Meian looks at his team and puts on his MSBY sweats, only giving one answer.

”No we didn’t do anything inappropriate, he just saw me in a towel and ran out like the room was on fire.”

Silence, followed by some laughter from Atsumu’s and Bokuto’s side.

“Is that it? Then why do you look so down about it?” Barnes finally joins the group, already dressed and ready to go.

Meian blows air through his nose, looking at Barnes with tired eyes.

“I like him. A lot. Maybe more than I’d care to admit. But now I feel like I ruined my chances with him.”

Atsumu leans against the locker next to Meian’s and starts taunting him.

”Awww he too shy to admit he wants yer dick? Is that why ya been so pissy lately bro?”

Meian doesn’t look at Atsumu and puts on a fresh new shirt from his locker.

Still ignoring his teammates, he puts his bag over his shoulder and leaves the locker room without a word of goodbye, slamming the door on his way out.

Everybody gapes at the Captain’s reaction, if you could even call that a reaction and turn to glare at their Setter.

Atsumu is aware of everyone’s eyes on him and he just says cluelessly with wide eyes “What?” when he glimpses in the round.

Bokuto’s excited deep voice breaks the silence.

”I think they’re SO cute together!” Bokuto puts his hands over his heart and sighs dreamily.

”So do I! Maybe we can convince them to talk together!” Hinata suggests.

“Are you serious? Are you going to play matchmaker?” The curly dark-haired Outside Hitter asks Hinata in a ridiculous tone when he puts on a fresh mask from his bag.

“Omi you should totally participate! Consider this a team building exercise!“ Bokuto beams.

“Yeah Omi-Omi! Join the group of ‘Match made in Heaven’!” Atsumu adds.

“No.” Sakusa says bluntly and leaves the locker rooms without another word.

”I don’t think we should snoop our noses in their mess. They are both adults after all, they need to sort this out themselves.” Barnes swings his bag over his shoulder and bids his teammates goodbye.

Tomas, Atsumu, Bokuto, Inunaki and Hinata are the only ones left now in the changing room.

“Well you can definitely count us in.“ Inunaki smiles at his teammates with a supportive thumbs up and a wide grin, while Tomas just nods his head in agreement with a small smile on his face.

“Awesome! Let operation ‘Jackal Love‘ spring into action!“ The white-haired boasts his fists in the air with a massive grin on his excited face.

“Shōyō, text ‘im ta meet ‘us’ tomorrow at the local bar in town, yannow the one that’s called ‘Cloudhouse’ or something like that? He’ll probably answer ya unlike the rest of us. Besides Bokkun, ya have da best connection with ‘im.” Atsumu puts the word ‘us’ in a quotation with his fingers.

Hinata takes out his phone and starts to write the message to you, while the remaining MSBY members peeking over his shoulder to read what he types down.

~ Back to you ~

You walk your way home in the cold dark to the train station without saying goodbye to the team, listening to ‘On My Own’ by Ashes Remain.

Sitting in the cold train wagon, you hide your face into your thick black hoodie, trying to stay warm.

You feel a vibration in the pocket of your jacket, signaling you got a text. Grabbing the phone out, you unlock it to open the message from Hinata.

> Ninja Shōyō 17:48 <

‘(Y/N)!!! We are all going out to the bar

tomorrow night! We wanted to invite you to come along! 😃’

> You 17:50 <

‘Sorry Shōyō. I am usually pretty tired after work, maybe another time.’

Hinata pouts at your answer, showing the others your reply.

“Be a lil‘ bit more persistent bro!“ Atsumu tells Hinata.

Hinata thinks for a moment, before he starts typing again.

> Ninja Shōyō 17:51 <

‘Awww c’mon! 😭😭 Bo and I will be very sad otherwise! 🥲’

Thinking for a few moments, you actually agree. You haven’t been out in a while and the constant hiding from Meian has been tiring you out.

> You 17:59 <

‘Alright. Okay. What time and where?’

> Ninja Shōyō 18:00 <

‘Let’s say 19:00 @Cloudhouse!!’

> You 18:01 <

‘👍🏻’

When the rest of the MSBY Jackals read your message they all cheer loudly and text their Captain to be there at the same time.

~ The next day ~

It’s 18:15 and Coach Foster decided to let everyone go home early today since it’s Friday. Atsumu took care of the reservation, paying extra so the two of you don’t have to deal with too much of a crowd.

The operation “Jackal Love” starts now. The matchmakers except Meian, you and the non-participant Sakusa, know about their hooking-up-plan.

As everyone gets ready to go home, Hinata and Bokuto have been excited all day long, getting on Sakusa‘s nerves.

Once Meian hits the showers, Sakusa walks over to Hinata with an aggravated scowl.

“Will you stop it?! Your constant twitching and giddiness is getting on my nerves!“

Sakusa‘s foul mood doesn’t scare Hinata in the slightest.

”Ahhh I am sorry I can’t! I am so excited for (Y/N) and Meian’s secret date tonight!” The orange haired Wing Spiker gloats.

Sakusa’s scowl changes into disbelief and he whips his head into Bokuto’s and Atsumu’s direction.

”You’re joking right? You didn’t seriously set those two up for tonight.“ The Outside Hitter hisses at them.

“Why not? It’s ‘bout damn time somethin’ happened between ‘em. I cannot take their sexual tension anymore.“ Atsumu defends.

Sakusa scoffs in disgust and leaves the locker room to go home. Before he exits the room though, Bokuto calls after him.

“Omi! I will keep you updated on the lovebirds!“

Sakusa doesn’t reply and closes the door.

Inunaki waves his teammates over in a hurried manner and the rest gets changed quickly before moving over to their Libero.

“Okay guys, Meian will be out of the showers in a little bit, we only have a few minutes. So here’s the plan again. Meian and (Y/N) will meet each other at the Cloudhouse in about 45 minutes. What are you all going to say or write in the group chat when the clock strikes 19:00?“ Inunaki asks in the round.

“Samu needed help movin’ somethin’.“ Atsumu answers easily.

“The new Call of Duty Game came out and Bokkun and I forgot to pick it up and we only have today to pick it up before they send it back!“ Hinata adds.

“Tomas twisted his ankle in the subway and I need to drive him home.“ Barnes sighs while crossing his arms over his chest.

Inunaki nods happily with every answer, giving his own reply after Barnes‘ answer.

“Great! Now let’s all get out of here!“ The light-haired Libero shoos the rest of the team out, except Meian who just turned the shower off.

Walking into the locker room with a black towel around his waist, Meian notices that it’s deadly quiet.

Not thinking much of it, he changes into a long-sleeved black polo shirt along with a pair of black ripped jeans and black-and-white All Star sneakers.

Spraying some ‘Dark Temptation’ on him, he finishes packing his bag and heads out towards his car.

Noticing that some of the cars of the players are gone, Meian thinks that his teammates are already on their way to the bar.

After 15 minutes, Meian arrives in front of the colorful LED sign that reads ‘CLOUDHOUSE’’ in cursive writing.

What’s weird though is, that no members of the Jackals are in front of the building.

The building’s lights are on and he sees some people walking around and getting inside but he doesn’t see any familiar faces.

While Meian waits in his car, little rain droplets begin to fall on his windshield, the sound gently disturbing the silence.

After about 8 minutes of waiting, the time now being 18: 55, Meian gets out of his car and while he is walking towards the club, he takes his phone out of his pocket and texts his teammates.

‘MSBY Jackals 🐾’

> Me <

Where are you guys? Aren’t we meeting at 19:00 @Cloudhouse?

> Pestilence #1 <

Ahh sorry cap, Bo and I had to pick up the new COD game!

They would have sent it back otherwise and I already paid for it…

We won’t be able to make it sorry!😕

> Pestilence #2 <

What he said 🤩☝🏻

> Pestilence #3 <

Samu needed help movin a new cabinet into his apartment,

sorry it was last minute won’t make it either sorry 🤐

> Sakusa <

I am not coming anyway.

> Me <

Are you serious??😡 Barnes? Tomas? Inunaki?

> Barnes <

Adriah twisted his ankle badly in the subway, taking him home

we won’t make it either

> Inunaki <

Yeah my dog ate something bad I have to take him to the vet sorry

> Me <

Well I am going home then if no one is coming…

> Pestilence #3 <

(Y/N) is comin tho. Just go with him 😁

As Meian is about to turn around and leave, you show up.

Slightly drenched from the sudden rain, you tighten your jacket a little bit more around yourself.

Taking your headphones out of your ears you widen your eyes a bit and give him a tight smile and pack your headphones away into your jeans pocket.

‘’Where is everyone? We are both on time” you question him.

Meian heaves out a deep sigh before he answers you.

“They bailed on us, it’s just you and me. I hope that’s okay” The Captain rubs his neck nervously.

Honestly, you could scream right now. Out of excitement or frustration, you’re not really sure about that.

Somehow you get the feeling that the scheming members of the team have something to do with this.

Nonetheless, you give him a small smile and nod.

Meian returns your smile and opens the door for you to enter first. The doorbell chimes softly with your arrival.

Quietly thanking him for opening the door, you walk in and are greeted by flashing lights and loud music playing.

Meian follows you inside and begins to look for a free spot to sit down with you.

It is a busy night, a lot of people are occupying the tables and the bar, laughing and drinking with family or friends.

The Middle Blocker eventually spots a free corner, telling you to follow him.

As you both sit down, a waitress comes over and lays the drink and food menu down on the table, winking at you while eyeing your body up and down.

Your clear your throat and you sneak a peek at Meian to find an annoyed look on his face but quickly relaxing when she leaves.

It is quiet for a while, neither of you know how to start the conversation or in other words how to address the elephant in the room.

“Meian I -”, “(Y/N) listen -” you both start.

“Go ahead.” He beckons you.

You weren’t exactly sure where to start. Apologizing seems the best way to start the conversation.

“I just want to start by saying how sorry I am to have burst in the locker rooms the other day. I-I thought everyone has already left and I didn’t expect to see you still in there. Naked. B-Barely covered.” Squeaking like a shy little mouse, your voice gets quieter at the end of your sentence.

You can feel your cheeks and your neck heating up like crazy and you don’t have the nerve to look at the Captain's face.

For a few seconds Meian is not saying anything until he chuckles a little bit and leans forward to meet your eyes that are still focused on the table.

“Hey (Y/N), look at me. Please.” He pleads in a soft voice.

You force yourself to look up, straighten your posture and he gives you a warm smile with a look of adoration and… something else you can’t quite place.

His pupils are dilated as he stares at you.

Only a person in deep love would look at another person like Meian is looking at you right now.

“It was just the wrong time at the wrong place. Accidents happen.” He begins.

The waitress comes back and writes down your order, putting her acrylic nails on your shoulder, making you flinch away from her and she takes her leave again.

Leaving you two alone again, Meian continues where he was left off.

He clears his throat and a small blush decorates his cheeks. Looking at his massive hands, he fidgets a little bit before looking at you again.

“I just wanted to apologize as well. I am sorry that I didn’t talk to you after the incident happened. I just felt you’re too uncomfortable around me and I didn’t want to make it worse.”

“You don’t make me uncomfortable at all! I just… I really like you Meian. I thought if I didn’t talk to you anymore my feelings for you would disappear.” Quickly realizing what you just said your eyes feel like they bulge out of your sockets and you place your hands against your face to hide the shame.

“Please ignore what I just said. This was a bad idea.” You try to get up and leave but Meian snatches your wrist before you can disappear.

“No! Wait! Please don’t walk away again! I feel the same way about you (Y/N).” The Middle Blocker confesses.

Did you hear that right? The Captain of a professional Volleyball team likes you too?!

You sit down again but Meian doesn’t let go of your hands, instead he tightens his hold around them.

“I liked you for quite some time now, I was just honestly sure you didn’t like me in the same way. But you have no idea how happy it makes me right now to hear you say that.” He begins to lace your fingers together with his gorgeous smile.

You blush at his comment and as you are about to reply, the waitress comes with your two beers and a nacho plate. Slipping a little note on the table, no doubt with her number on it.

It is now a very nice atmosphere, the two of you talking about your favorite shows, your high school lives and about the team.

“That woman seems pretty into you.” Meian laughs.

You laugh along with him, the alcohol no doubt relaxing you.

“She ain’t my type. And I am here with you. Also, I am not interested in women.” You wink at him with a teasing smile.

After dinner is over, Meian pays for your guys’ drinks and food and opens the door for you to let you out first.

It is still pouring outside and you turn towards each other, getting wet by the rain.

The temperature has cooled down, making your breaths visible to the eye. Yet the cold doesn’t bother either of you. The thought of knowing that you return each others’ feelings makes your heart warm enough.

“So… I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, Meian.” You stare into his dark eyes while stuffing your cold hands into your big jacket.

“Call me Shūgo. Do you want me to drive you home? My car is right over there.” He suggests.

“No it’s okay the train station is not far from here.” You assure him.

Meian steps a little bit closer to you and takes your cold hands from your pockets into his warm ones.

“I know this seems kind of forward… but ever since I saw you for the first time, I really wanted to kiss you. Can I?” He whispers, his face coming closer to yours.

You answer him by removing your hands from his and stand on a little bit to wrap your arms around his neck to pull him towards you.

Feeling his soft lips against yours makes your body explode in fireworks. Meian envelopes his arms around your waist and pulls you even closer to him.

The rain makes this kiss even better, it feels more romantic, more intimate.

The two of you continue to kiss, feeling his tongue trying to enter your mouth, you grant him access and the Captain begins to explore your mouth.

Fingers carding through his now very wet hair, he sighs heavily and swallows your moans.

Finally pulling apart from each other what feels like an eternity, you are both panting and smiling at each other like idiots in love. Which you are.

“Do you want to come back to my place?” He grins at you cheekily.

“So bad.” You grin back and follow him to his car.

Le next day

Everyone except Meian is already in the locker room the next morning. Oddly enough no one questions it because they can already guess why the Captain is late.

As soon as the rest enters the gym, they are greeted by the sight of gross PDA between their Captain and their Athletic trainer.

You try to push Meian away with a blush and a smile as you help him with sit ups as he tries to get closer to you.

“Shūgo, stop it! They will be here any second” you scold him in a laughing voice, pushing his face away with your hand.

“No can do handsome, want to feel all of you again like last night and this morning.” You begin to stand up and Meian follows your movement, eyeing you like a predator.

Visible marks decorate his neck and your body is still so sore from last night and this morning, no doubt from Meian rocking your world.

Especially your back, hips and butt hurt, from his harsh grabbing at your hips, to your soreness of your ass, feeling like Meian stretched your insides out multiple times.

Which he did.

No one says anything. The team just stands by the entrance and watches in a mix of happiness, cringe and disgust at the sight.

Sakusa turns to his teammates with a pissed expression, as begins to walk in.

“This is all your fault. I would rather take the silent treatment act over this any day.”

“What have we done?” Inunaki asks with a shuddering voice.

━━━━━   𝐌𝐒𝐁𝐘 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐚𝐥𝐬  ⊰

⁺ 𝐌𝐒𝐁𝐘 ⁺

𝐏𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭  |  𝐌𝐒𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝟒  —  𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭.

𝐈.  |  𝐁𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐨, 𝐌𝐞𝐢𝐚𝐧  —  𝘔𝘦𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘉𝘰𝘬𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥.

𝐀𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲.. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌?!!  |  𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐢𝐜  —  𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘺/𝘯, 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘔𝘚𝘉𝘠 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘑𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺.

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬  |  𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐒𝐁𝐘 —  𝘎𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘸𝘱

𝐈𝐈.  —  𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥-𝐟𝐞𝐝  —  𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭.

⁺ 𝐁𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐨, 𝐇𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚 ⁺

𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞   —  𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘏𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘴𝘰 𝘉𝘰𝘬𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴.

⁺ 𝐌𝐞𝐢𝐚𝐧 ⁺

𝐈.  —  𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴.

⁺ 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ⁺

𝐈.  —  𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮, 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝐈𝐈.  —  𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘶𝘮 𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵.

𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬.  —  𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩.

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤  | 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 |  𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬  |  𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

cw dumbification , fingering , sub reader , hand fixations ?? not proofread

im alive yall🙏🏽

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bf!msby! atsumu who loves his hands so much!! he thinks that they’re one of his best assets, so he has no problem showing them off to anyone, especially you, whether its during a match(volleyball is the perfect sport for that , lol), or in the comfort of your own shared home.

now don’t get me wrong, you also love atsumus’ hands. the way his fingers move leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination.

but, there’s one other thing he loves about his hands other than showing them off, and that is, how easy he can break you with just his fingers.

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sliding your skirt up slightly, atsumu rubs his thick fingers over the wet spot of your underwear, teasing you by sliding his middle finger under the lacy fabric, ghosting his finger over your clit.

“please touch me ,” you beg softly, pushing your hips against his hand as you look up at him.

he can’t refuse your request when you look up at him like that. besides, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t please his sweet girl?

“sit down for me baby , let me make this pretty pussy feel good, yeah?” atsumu leans in and speaks into the sids of your face, still tapping his fingers right over where your clit hides under your panties.

with one hand on your waist, and another now in your underwear, atsumu sat you down on his soft comforters behind you. his steady pace on your clit didn’t falter.

you let out a soft whine as he kept his slow, agonizing pace on you.

“feels nice baby ?” atsumu speeds up his pace on you, taking his other hand off your waist and using it to push you onto your back.

immediately after you nod, atsumu quickens his fingers on your cunt, pausing to dip his middle and ring finger in your hole.

“oh my g-god, feels so good ‘tsumu,” you breathe out, grabbing the wrist of the hand thats in your underwear.

atsumu knows you can't think right now, only able to look in his eyes and moan about how good he’s making you feel right now.

“pretty cunt’s suckin’ my fingers in so well, lovie ,” atsumu chuckles airily, using the palm of his hand to rub against your clit.

soon enough, you’re sloppily rutting against his hand, finding no rhythm as you get closer to your orgasm.

nd atsumu finds it so cute!!! he loves how when you finally cum, you babble out how bad you want him to actually fuck you, tears rolling down your face as your mouth shapes in a silent scream.

and he might just do that ;)

PATIENCE [A. MIYA]

pairings. sub!atsumu miya x fem!reader

filed under. masturbation, sadism, degradation, pillow humping, use of toys, orgasm delay/denial, sensory deprivation, oral (m. receiving), handjob, cock slapping, pegging, spitting, implied dumbification, use of restraints, aftercare

an. repost from my ao3 account <3

"[Y/NNN]!" Atsumu's whiny voice dragged every single syllable of your name, nuzzling his nose on the nape of your neck as he hugged you from behind. "[Y/N]... can we fuck?"

  "What the hell, 'Tsumu?" You grumbled, looking to the side to meet his puppy dog eyes. "I'm busy. I have a paper due in two hours." You sighed, pushing his face away from your shoulder and turning your attention to your laptop. It was the last assignment of the year and after you've done submitting this, you're free from the chains of university until January. Your boyfriend was as needy as ever. It's always that time of the year when he'd randomly walk up to you, smug and all, and ask for a good fuck...

  ...scratch that, this was almost a daily thing and you were beginning to grow concerned for Atsumu's sex drive. 

  It was a given fact that he had a stamina that encompasses one of an athlete's. He's a volleyball player after all. Atsumu was successfully scouted by the Division 1 Volleyball League as soon as he graduated high school. After playing a few games and such, he was then put in the MSBY Black Jackals and earned the spot as their starting setter. He lived quite the life, didn't he? He also managed to meet you, a coffee-addicted, narcissistic college student who just wanted to get through life. You had earned a scholarship in this college for the track team and in turn, you also had to study Sports Medicine. Both you and Atsumu crossed paths on an odd Sunday afternoon when you so happened to be fighting a dog. 

  It was an odd way to meet your significant other, really, but you insisted that the reason behind your intentions were merely due to the fact that you wanted to assert dominance. You took this dominatrix role to heart because as you and Atsumu got closer it had come to circumstances where you wouldn't hesitate to fight a child, a baby, and worst-case-scenario: a bear. So, when it came to sex, you didn't just let Atsumu degrade you unless you had something to say. 

  No, no, no, you weren't a submissive woman for no man. In this relationship, you were in charge. No matter where you stood, top or bottom, side to side— when you say something, like the good boy Atsumu was, he will always have to listen. Of course, that is with his consent of course. But tonight, as the clock ticked to 10 in agonizingly slow pace, Atsumu couldn't help but be a little too needy. 

  It was an obvious fact in your relationship; Atsumu was very horny. No matter the time or place, he's always trying to find a reason to stuff his cock into your little pussy. How do you think he won No Nut November? That's right, he didn't. Two hours in and he was whining about wanting to fuck your tits. What now? As you typed this unnecessarily long essay for your class, Atsumu sat impatiently on the bed, watching you with fox-like eyes. He could feel his own growing bulge in his pants when he watched your focused expression in front of the laptop; his chocolate orbs travelling down to your exposed thighs and the small curb of your stomach when you sat. 

  He just loved everything about you. 

  "Stop oglin' me, 'Tsumu," you spoke sternly, keeping your attention on the laptop. "Calm your breathing, you can last an hour without being fucked by me." 

  "But [Y/NNN]," he whined. You could tell he had tilted his head upward slightly and that there was a pout present on his face. "Please, please, pleaaasseeee." He begged, but with every plea you only responded with a shake of your head and a hum of disapproval. 

  "Be patient and I'll think about it, baby." 

  You were so close to completing this paper, couldn't he wait a little bit? But knowing your 'Tsumu, impatience ran through his veins and Atsumu always figured out a way to get what he wants. The typing on your keyboard as well as the ticking of time created an irk mark on the side of his head and Atsumu was beginning to grow hot because of the growing bulge in his volleyball shorts. He sat properly on the edge, his hands on his sides as he watched with a slightly aroused expression the way his dick twitched from inside of his garments. If you looked at him right now, you would have been able to see the outline of his dick sitting painfully on the meat of his muscled thighs. 

  You cleared your throat to yourself, mumbling a few words as you typed up your essay. It didn't help that Atsumu was agitated by any move you made. Your bare legs unconsciously moved against each other whenever it got too cold or the way the top you wore rose up slightly so that he could see some of the sweat that glistened onto your unsullied skin. He just wanted to paint your body with his cum and at this point, he would do anything to see you in a position under him... 

  ...or on top of him. 

  Now that he's thought of it, never once has he ever had you on top of him during sex. You've always been so dominantly powerful even while you were bottoming out; but the image of you being on top? That not only riled him up even more at the moment, but he also felt the hard throb of his dick beneath his attire. 

  Shit, Atsumu internally cursed. Want 'er to fuck me so bad... 

  "You're quiet," you pointed out, still unaware of his dishevelled state. "Too quiet. What's wrong, 'Tsums?" You furrowed your brows. This paper was taking longer than you anticipated and it was beginning to tire you out having to think so much all while mentally worrying for your blond boyfriend. Though, you'd never admit that out loud.

  He whined, beginning to squirm on the bed. A pillow situated between his thighs as he pouted in your direction. You couldn't see him, but the commotion he made behind you only caused you to perk your ears. You weren't about to let him distract you from your work— because that's exactly what he wanted. You weren't about to allow him to get what he wanted, were you? 

  "[Y/N]," he was vocal as he moaned. His shorts found a place on the floor as he ground his hard cock against the soft pillow. You froze on your spot, pinching yourself as a reminder you had a paper due in less than two hours. You could hear the soft rocks of the bed as Atsumu pleasured himself. You tried to keep still so that you didn't look back, because you knew that if you looked back on him right now he would have won and you most likely would have pounced him. "[Y/N]— hahh..." You could hear the neediness in his voice, the way it rose up and cracked in the slightest. You knew how high his stamina was and you were painfully aware how long it took for the male to come undone just by touching himself alone. 

  Humping on your pillows and jerking himself wouldn't satisfy him as much as having your cunt buried deep into his dick.

  The way his cock was in between the folded pillows, feeling the soft sheet of your silk covers hugging his walls. He had to hold the two ends still, hissing at the feeling and knowing it was nothing in comparison to the gummy walls of your [light/dark] pussy. If he folds the pillow tighter around his cock, he can imagine the view of your body in front of him, mewling as he thrust into the pillow with a strangled moan. He was rutting hard into the cotton, groaning quietly as his imagination took him places, the thought of you and you alone was enough to get him off. And he was desperate, absolutely desperate for you to milk his fat balls dry. 

  He wanted to feel your legs wrap around his hips, his image of your naked body, if you looked back now, the sight of his bulging muscles as he drives his hips into the pillow would be so divine. The way his thighs begin to sweat as he humps your pillow, looking so tiny between the trunk of his thick thighs, bed dipping down around his weight. 

  Soft, gentle humps weren't cutting anymore for Atsumu. He had taken the pillow away, stripping the last of his clothing allowing his cock to spring up and hit his stomach. His red and angry tip was leaking with precum, moving down his twitching shaft slowly. As soon as his large hands found home around his girth, he hissed a moan, making you flinch. You could tell by the heat he radiated, that he was so needy right now. But you couldn't let him distract you, you had a priority right now and that was not Atsumu. 

  That was your fourteen-page essay. 

   "Atsumu," your voice rang in his ears, almost a little too sharply earned a startled whimper from his end. Your typing halted and he gulped when you turned to face the blond male. His legs spread as his large hands moved up and down, slowly around his cock. He was shamelessly exposed to your piercing [E/C] orbs and it had come to the point that you would've thought this situation would be embarrassing in the eyes of someone who wasn't you. The older Miya had no shame at this point of the relationship; him being so sprawled out and horny in front of your eyes. "Stop touching yourself." You pursed your lips together. 

  You'd be lying if that sight didn't turn you on. You could already feel your pussy flutter and pool in your underwear at the thought of Atsumu jerking off with your name escaping his lips. You felt so powerful at this point, you felt like you bore fruit an ability that every god could gracefully walk by; the thought of Atsumu being fucked out by yours truly was riveting in a way that caused you to subconsciously rub your sex with your thighs only. Your breath was hot as you opened your mouth in the shape of an 'o,' Atsumu's brass-like orbs sparked at the sight of that, and he smirked much to your demise. 

  "Or what, [Y/N]-chan?" He teased with perilous intent. "Ya said yer busy with the paper, what's stoppin' me now?" His cocky grin boiled your blood and you exhaled a sigh of disciplinary resolve. 

  You had something that Atsumu did not: patience. 

  "If you don't stop touching yourself I'll make sure to ruin every single orgasm for this week and the following week after." 

  Atsumu froze, his hand hovering over the shaft of his dick. An incoherent noise escaped his lips as you smirked to yourself, he knew damn well that was a promise and not just a simple threat to keep him at bay. He knew how patient you could be without his dick; you were just amazing that way. The thought of not being able to release was a nightmare for Atsumu. He couldn't do that. He was like a rabbit in heat whenever he was active in sex— he couldn't stop until he's cum once, twice, three times, or more. 

  When you saw this, you hummed in satisfaction as you turned back to keep doing your schoolwork. "Good boy." You murmured more to yourself rather than to Atsumu. But in a matter of a few ticking minutes, feeling like hours to the blind male, he began to whine and grumble under his breath. He was hidden under the blanket, all bundled up like a caterpillar and quietly he was stroking himself. 

  This didn't go unnoticed by you. 

  "Hnngh..." He panted quietly. Your chair shifted and he froze.

  You continued to type your essays, pretending to be unaware of his sinful ministrations. Your breathing was still and controlled; in contrast to Atsumu's quiet and hitched own. The way he slowly stroked his cock in attempt to please himself didn't make up as much as when he was more exposed and open with the air. He just wanted to be touched by you. He wanted your hands all over his toned body, he wanted you to ruin him; though he would never admit that out loud because of his own pride and ego in its standing. 

  "Atsumu," your voice rung in his ears once again. Startled, he yelped when he saw you sitting by the edge of the bed with your arms crossed. The laptop still open to your unfinished document and his half-naked body exposed as you pulled the blanket off of him. "What were you doing?" You rose your brows, leaning forward sinisterly. 

  "Nothing," he spoke quickly, looking anywhere but at you. 

  "Then why is your hand on your cock?" You didn't hesitate with your bluntness, watching his flushed expression as he sat up and faced you. "What happened to 'no touching,' huh? Are you really that needy for my cunt that you'd go as far as not listen to me? You're just a needy little slut, aren't you, baby?" 

  "I-I couldn't—"

  "Shut up," you interrupted coldly. "Lie down and put your hands above your head, babe." You straddled the naked male, towering over him like a tiger looking down on its prey— you pinned his hands above his head, pressing your lips against his own and letting him melt against your touch. He was needy. Very needy, because when you pulled your lips away he was leaning forward for more and what stopped him were the restraints that you had put him in while he was distracted. You leaned over to reach under the bed, grabbing the blue cock ring and putting it on his swelling length. "Remember our safe word, baby?"

  'Tuna,' he thought. 

  "Yes ack—  shiittt, shit, shit!" He threw his head backwards, his hips arching forward as you switched on the vibrator on its lowest setting, giving him the buzzing sensation that was enough to shoot electricity around his body, but not enough to make him cum. Humming a small tune to yourself, you made him face you. He watched as you carefully lifted yourself from straddling the male, ridding yourself of your indigo underwear and waving it in front of his face. 

  "You better not spit this out," you murmured, cupping his cheeks with one hand so that his mouth opened with an 'o.' "You're gonna shut up and keep still, understand? If I hear so much as a whimper, I'm going to ruin you, Miya Atsumu." 

  Your eyes sparked darkly as you stuffed his mouth with your lace undie, smiling mischievously when he complied. You also grabbed a silk blindfold from inside the bedside table, gently wrapping it around his vision before teasingly pressing a kiss on where his eyes would be. His mouth quivered, threatened to release a whimper, but alas, he wouldn't want his orgasms ruined by you every time. He wanted release and he couldn't do that if he was disobedient.

  Standing up, you grabbed the blanket and returned to your spot at your desk. Atsumu's heavy breathing was slowly growing into a hindrance of quiet wails and unstable pants with every passing minute as you proceeded to work on your essay. You could hear some commotion from his gentle kicking and moving around, he was just too sensitive anyway. You bet that he was so close to releasing a loud, and strangled moan. One that he took pride in making whenever he overstimmed himself when thrusting into you. But right now, he was stuck in restraints with nothing but a ring around his dick to stimulate him.

  You liked it when he was so submissive. 

  You loved the way he'd whimper softly because he craved for your touch and your skin against his skin. Brushing against each other like two stars colliding and sparking up in lust-filled enticement. He was just too desperate at the moment that he was willing to do anything for you to ride him at that moment. Just the thought of your wet, sloppy walls clamping down on his pretty dick was enough to make him clench his eyes shut and circle his hips against nothing. The ring that hugged the base of his cock was vibrating in the lowest setting and his eyes were covered with the countenance of a desperate façade. His jaw closed tight around your indigo underwear and when he pictured your pretty cunt that sat upon your desk chair, he could feel himself trash on the bed; hips thrusting upwards as he tried to pleasure himself despite the tight restraints.

  This earned a glance from your venereal [E/C] eyes, snorting internally to yourself at his desperate attempt to get himself off. "No touching, 'Tsumatsu," you spoke up, pretending to be unaware of his actions. You were close to finish your paper and the thought of Atsumu's naked body being exposed, weak, and vulnerable within your carnal gaze made you halt for a moment to look at your struggling boyfriend. When your typing halted, Atsumu was aware that you were looking at him at that moment— his lips brazenly clenching around the fabric of your panty as his cock twitched here and there with the low setting of the vibration running through his girth. He wanted to whine, cry, wail, scream at you for torturing him like that. But you took pleasure in seeing him suffer that way, a sight that beheld schadenfreude indeed. 

  Glancing back at your paper, you proceeded to complete the last few sentences of your final essay, taking in his quiet whimpers as his toes curled against the sheets and the low setting of the cock ring buzzed against his throbbing cock. The restraints around his wrists rattled against the headboard and in attempt to distract you (though completely failing completely), Atsumu struggled and tried to move around. With his breathing becoming heavy, he looked to what seemed to be your direction, dark brows furrowed in a plea. And after finally submitting the last of your work, you shut your laptop, turning the chair to face Atsumu's sensitive self. His abs clenched in attempt to release and his legs shaking. 

"You've been awful quiet there, huh?" You mocked. He whined, louder this time against the gag of your underwear in between his lips. You approached the male, crawling over his body like a predator among prey as you then ripped off the blindfold from his face, taking your sopping wet underwear from his mouth as well. Covered in the remains of his drool and a trail between the fabric and his lips thinned as you threw the panty in the neglected corner of the room. "Did I allow you to speak?" You hissed, holding on to the base of his cock tightly which struck a bolt in his core as strings of white shot up towards his clenched stomach. A loud, shameless groan escaped his lips when he arched his back, moving hips to your hands to ride himself out, but alas you released your grip, scoffing softly. "You really couldn't wait, you slut?" 

  "Please, please, please fuck me," he pleads, trashing around in an attempt to get out of the restraints. But him being too weak after his high, barely budged as you clicked your tongue. "Want your pussy 'round me, baby. Please ride me... use me, [Y/N], please— just make me cum!" He rambled, shutting his eyes tightly in embarrassment. The thought of his teammates finding out how submissive he was, especially with you, was riveting and he wouldn't ever hear the end of their shameless banter if they were to ever know of his dirty little secrets.

  "Aww, 'Tsumu, wants to cum?" You cooed, taking your hands around his dick and getting rid of the vibrating cock ring. You could feel how big the girth of his cock around your hands throb when you gently stroked him, blowing onto his tip as he struggled to keep his head up to look at you take his dick into your mouth. He so wanted to see how your cheeks hollowed when you brought yourself down onto his cock, licking and kissing every vein and skin of his cock. He wanted to be able to watch your eyes water as you deepthroated him. But today... you decide to make it different. Because as you dragged your mouth in and out of his swelling cock, you dragged your teeth as well. Gently but firmly moving along his sensitive skin which earned a cry of slight pain from the bicoloured-haired male.

  "[Y-Y/N]! Shit!" A loud groan escaped his lips as he clenched the headboard above him, wanting so badly to grab a patch of hair from your head to support you with your movements. The giggle that escaped your lips brought all sorts of vibrations across his length and he visibly shivered when you licked over his swelling tip, stopping momentarily when he twitched as a sign of release. He was so close. So, so, close. Why didn't you let him go? Why did you stop? Why—

  "You asked for me, didn't ya?" You spoke darkly, fondling with his sensitive balls in a manner that made him nothing more than a toy to you. 

  "Please, [Y/N], please, please, please," he kept himself from sobbing, crying, but that sadistic smile on your face only haunted him as your feathered hands brushed over the head of his cock. The stimulation itself allowing a stream of precum to fall down his dick. "Please let me cum, I just need to cum, [Y/N]— ah!" He cried when took the vibrating cock ring to press around him. "Yes, yes, yes, yes!" 

  His chants filled your ears as you continued to run a hand through his dick. Gently stroking him while you slowly put the toy in its highest setting. He began to roll his hips in a desperate plea of release, you let him do that as you initiated once again with your tongue playing with the slit of his cock, licking around his precum and helping him chase his release. His breathing was heavy and his toes curled with all the pleasure that you gave him. 

  You were spoiling him. Spoiling him too much. He was supposed to be suspicious of it, but how can he when all that clouded his mind was the delicate touch of your fingers stroking his cock and the oscillating toy that was up in its highest setting. It was too good to be true— you were too good to be true. You yourself were beginning to wet the sheets under you with your leaking essence when his whines came up in your ears. So, so good... his eyes saw stars when his meaty thighs began to shake—

  "Cumming! I-I'm cumming! Don't s-stop—"

  But you did.

  You grinned widely when he cried, sobbing, when you stopped the toy from moving and your hand halting around his dick. His tip was pooling with thick, white cum and his eyes were beginning to glisten as he tried to move his hips up to meet your hands. You immediately stepped away from his cock, removing the toy and tossing it to the side as he squirmed and whined under your cat-like gaze. 

  "You asked for this, baby," you spoke lowly, crawling on top of his chest and teasing your cunt on top of his hard dick. The head touching your hold twitched every now and then as you wiggled your hips. Atsumu whined, looking away from you as he shut his eyes, tears streaming down his dishevelled cheeks, too embarrassed and ashamed about his constant need to release. "Didn't you want to be fucked by me, 'Tsumu? I thought you wanted me to touch you?" You cooed, stroking his cheeks gently so his teary eyes met your carnal own.

  "Wunna c-cum, baby, please, I wunna—" he choked on his own spit, sobs escaping his lips when you lifted yourself from him. "Please, I need yer cunt, [Y/N]..." A strangled moan escaped his mouth when you aligned his cock into your hole, groaning with your lips shut as you held on to his chest to ensure you don't shake. "Let me get outta these restraints, baby, I want hold ya, please, [Y/N]." He pleaded, watching you roll your hips on top of him. 

  He was still so sensitive, even though he never got to cum, but with the way you tightly clenched around him he couldn't help but throw his head back, hitting the headboard when you began to bounce. At a slow rhythm at first, all while stripping your top off of your body. Atsumu's breath hitched, moving his hips in sync with yours. Skin slapping against skin slowly as he gave in to your touch. 

  "Take it like a good boy, babe," you mumbled, leaning forward to capture his lips. The coil that built up in his stomach was about to snap when you firmly began to bounce your body on top of him. Skin slapping resounded in the apartment walls as Atsumu's wanton moans filled your ears, feeding you into an ecstatic state of bliss. "You're gunna cum aren't ya? Like a cunt-slut, eh? You're my little cunt-slut, aren't ya, baby?" You crooned, feeling yourself move close to your orgasm. 

  "Cumming, cumming—!" He wailed. You laughed sadistically, pulling your hips off as you used your fingers to chase your high. Finally, Atsumu broke out a sob as he twitched into nothing, leaking with thick white precum as you came with your fingers only. "I was— I-I was so fuckin' close!" He growled, frustrated, attempting to pull himself out of his restraints. 

  "Watch your language, you brat," you spoke darkly, "this is what you get for being so impatient. Y'know what impatient bitches get? Nothing."

  "I just w-wunna cum, [Y/N]... p-please!" He cried, rolling his hips around nothing, you slapped his cock to keep him still, frowning when he didn't shut up. "Just fuckin' let me fill you up, b-babe, it hurts!" He groaned. 

  You grabbed a hold of his cheeks so his lips formed an 'o,' his honeyed hues looked up at you in desperate plea, slightly startled when you took a pool of spit from inside your mouth and brought it down into his own. He let out gargled whines when you pat his cheek, pinching his sensitive nipples.

  "You better not swallow that, Atsumu," you said, "otherwise, I'll leave you like this for the rest of the night." You meant that. You will leave him if he so much as slips up and spills your spit from his mouth. With a meek nod, you wiped his tear-stained face with your hand as you hummed in approval. You peppered his neck in gentle kisses, marking his skin in various shades of purple and blue while listening to the earful whimpers that escaped his lips when he tried to moan. 

  "Hngghh..." He strangled out, digging crescents into his palm as your hand found their way wrapping around his pulsing dick. "Ah..."  Some drool fall down his mouth, leaking onto his chin and moving down his neck and shoulders. 

  You paused, looking up to meet his eyes viciously. 

  "I told you to keep it in your mouth, didn't I?" You frowned, watching him gulp with an exhausted expression on his face, soft, blubbering whimpers escaping his lips as you sighed at his pathetic state. "Fine. Baby, d'ya wanna cum?" You gently stroked his cock. "Want my mouth to help you out?" You cooed, watching him buck in desperation, nodding as you stammered quiet apologies.  

  You went down on his chest, scattering his body with gentle kisses before you slowly took his weeping dick into your mouth. His moans accompanied by whines once again filled your ears as he struggled to look down on you, wanting so badly to grab your head to thrust himself at a pace that would completely wreck him. But he was afraid that if he did something as little as buck his hips into your mouth or move his shaking thighs in the slightest. You had fondled with his balls to help him chase his high, feeling generous tonight as you played with the slit of his dick with your tongue and dragging your wet muscle to the side of his cock; taking in every pulsing vein and leaving no flesh untouched by your mouth. 

  "Cu..." he paused as he moaned out loudly, afraid, once again, that you would ruin this orgasm. But to his surprise, you continued to pleasure the male, clutching tightly to his muscled thighs as his throat choked out a cry of elation when he had bucked his hips up, you hummed in approval, swirling your tongue around the folds of his tip, sinful sounds resounding from your dirty ministrations as you swallowed as much to his pleasure. A breathy rasp escaped his lips and he was convinced that he would lose his voice by the end of this night. 

  You pause to stare at his drooling cock but then latch your lips onto the head with your own once again, chasing the droplets of the white goo-like substance. You wanted to milk him dry and you could tell that that Atsumu was growing weak with your touch alone as you hollowed your cheeks as tight as you can to milk his balls dry. Because this is what he wanted, didn't he? He asked to be fucked and you're giving him exactly what he wanted. 

  There's no point in complaining now that you were compliant. 

  "'M sensitive— sensitive, ahh, [Y/N]!" He let out a string of moans, going up pitches when he languidly arched his hips until your nose met his pubic bone, he was attempting to follow the pace of your movements as you sought out another orgasm from the faux-blond. He panted, thighs shaking around by your head when he had cum again, this time you couldn't take the burn of the thunderous spurts of white that ran down your throat, allowing him to coat your face with his semen. 

  "Look how much you came," you crooned, rubbing the angry-red tip of his cock and smearing his thick essence over the softening girth. "You know we're not done, baby?" 

  "W-What?" Atsumu whimpered when you began stroking him into hardness again, you grabbed the cock ring that was neglected for the while he was being pleasured, putting it up in the highest setting which made him throw his head back as he cried out in anamnesis of both pain and pleasure. You stood up on your knees, watching his back create a perfect arch as he whined, shaking his head. "Too much, 'm gunna c-cum 'gain.." He groaned.

  "Then cum," you stood up on your feet, moving to head out toward the kitchen. "I'll be back." You smile innocently.  

  "W-Where are ya goin'? [Y/N]— don't.." he ached all over, feeling spurts of cum go up to his stomach and drool down his cock, moving inwards on his thighs and onto the sheets.

  "Water break," you hum innocently. 

  "W-Wait—"

  Atsumu's quiet whines echoed around the room, accompanied by the buzz of the cock ring. He was squirming, still too delicate from his previously precarious highs. The sound of your humming voice echoed in his ears like a siren's distinct song and his quiet cries, umbrageous tears fell down his cheeks. He was too weak, he felt his head fall into a state of cloudiness when he heard the door open, unaware of your current get-go. 

  "Aw, he's cryin'," uttering in a soft, almost mocking, expression when you set down the empty glass of water next to the bed. "Look how adorable you look, 'Tsumu, I could just take pictures if I had my phone." His eyes shot open when he met your felicitous eyes, a playful grin growing on your face as you fixed the strap-on around your hips. He remained fixated on the girth of the dildo, whimpering when your gloved hands played with the skin of his ass. 

  "[Y/N], wait..." he groaned when your lubed fingers feathered over his hole, your head tilted in absolute interest, feeling a power surge through your mind at his submissive state. This was your first time ever doing such a thing with him, you've brought up the topic to. him a few times and he had always spoke about it with an open mind. "Feels weird..." His mouth gaped when you slowly inserted your finger, gasping quietly when you experimented with a curl of your slender fingers. 

  "Remember the safe word?" You asked gently, stroking the skin of his abdomen gently. 

  "'S tuna," he visibly clenched tightly when another finger slipped into him, his cock jumping up when your hands resorted to short and dragging thrusts. "it hurts, ah... m' wrists.." You removed your hand, pursing your lips as you crawled on top of him, releasing the restraints around his sore wrists and littering tiny kisses on top of them. 

  "Better?" You asked. He nodded, following your actions as you watched him go on all fours. "You do't have to that, 'Tsumu, you can let me do all the work." You gently combed through his hair with your other hand, listening to his stammering whimpers as he panted, wiggling his hips up in your direction as an invitation to ruin him.

  "Jus' fuck me, [Y/N],' he said subtly in a low tone, resting his cheek on the pillow below him. The tip of his cock slightly dragged along the silk sheets, giving him a sense of friction and allowing his whole body to jolt when you continued to prep his untouched hole.

  "So demanding, babe," you clicked your tongue, massaging around his hole before forcing two fingers inside. "Y'know, it's going to hurt, right?" 

  "I know, just fuck me, I don't care!" He whined. 

  His eyes were squeezed tightly shut and you almost wanted to chuckle at the look of raw pleasure on his face. He shivered when you pulled your fingers away and applied more lube, the pleasant tingle in his heat making his cock twitch against his stomach. He breathed shakily through his nose, whining almost, as he opened his eyes to take a peek at what you were doing, almost choking as you saw you stroking the dildo to apply the lube. His wrist was weak, shaking as he moved his body to rest on his elbows to rest his forehead on the sheets, fingers prematurely taking hold of the bedsheets. 

  "Tsk, don't be a brat," you whispered more to yourself as he let out a cry of mixed pain and pleasure when you first slid into him, his face contorting into bliss when your pelvis meets his ass. 

  It started off with slow, subtle thrusts into his ass. Your hand palmed his hips as he grunted with the feeling of his face rocking against the mattress. You dragged your cock out, before fully plunging back in which earned a groan from him as you continued with your brutally rhythmic pace. 

  "Fhuuu— fuccckkkk!" He groaned, feeling the tip of your dildo hit his prostate repeatedly, the permanent curve moving into his ass and producing a chorus of dirty noises. His pants were loud and his tongue killed out when he moved his right hand to grab his cock, fully pleasuring himself with the feeling of your thrusts and his hand stroking his cock. 

  You pinched his arm, halting your movements for a second before glaring at him from behind. "Only I can pleasure you, baby," you grabbed his hand, moving it so that it was behind him as you continued to thrust brutally into him. "You're gonna be a good boy and take what you have, understand?" You grumbled when he whined loudly, feeling himself twitch uncontrollably when your thrusts quickened in its pace. 

  "So good— it feels so good, ahh!" He wailed, flushed cheeks squishing the mattress as he stained the sheets with his tears. 

  "Only I can make you feel this way, understand?" You leaned over to whisper in his ear, never halting in your thrusts as you listened to his pretty little moans. 

  "Yes, yes, yes, yes!" His moan came out in a strangled moan. "Only you, yes, only you..." he begin to babble as the coil developing in his stomach jolted through his body into a snap, an electric-like surge running through his lower parts as ropes of white, creamy cum stained his abdomen and silky sheets beneath him. 

  You panted quietly into his ear as well, slowly dragging your cock out before discarding the toy to the side to attend to your boyfriend's incoherent needs. You moved his hair away from his face, his ass still facing up in the air as his eyes rolled back in an expression of ecstasy. His body moved with every shaky breath he took ass clenching around nothing when he fell back on the bed with nothing but a weak grunt. 

  "Mm, I'll run a bath for you, baby," you murmured, discarding the latex gloves you wore before rubbing his bum gently and standing up to clean up. 

  "No, no," he reached out for you, pulling your body close to his as he nuzzled his face into the crook of his neck. The feeling of his slick against your arm left you unbothered as he tangled his legs around your body. "Wunna hold you." He pouted. 

  "Shouldn't I be the one who should be doing that?" You joked quietly, stroking his cheek. "Was I too rough?" You asked.

  "No," he murmured, "just right... I loved it..." he hummed. 

  "Good," you yawned. "Do you want to stay like this, 'Tsums?" You asked. 

  "Mmhm," he nodded, "love you..." 

  "Yeah," you hugged his neck, letting him rest his head in between the valley of your breasts. "I love you too..." 

  [ EXTENDED ENDING ] 

  "He won't be coming to practice today," you spoke through the phone, the sun rising up as you watched your boyfriend sleep soundly on your bed. "He wouldn't be feeling too well if he did. Besides, he stayed up again." You pretended to sigh, but Kiyoomi caught on to your schemes a little too quickly. 

  "He shouldn't be in practice anyway," the curly-haired male replied. "It wouldn't be good for him or the team. Just make sure he's back in shape by tomorrow." 

  You chuckled. "No promises," you responded in a sarcastic manner. "Knowing my 'Tsumu, there isn't any stopping him until he gets what he wants..." 

  "I didn't need to know that," there was a hint of disgust in his voice. But knowing your friend he wasn't too bothered because he'd grown used to all his teammate's shenanigans. "I'll be going now, [L/N]."

  "Yeah, yeah," you spoke, "I'll let you know if Atsumu wants to drop by later." When you hung up the phone, Atsumu awoke with a few slurs escaping his lips accompanied by a throbbing pain between his legs. "Rise and shine, baby." You grinned, setting down the phone after hanging up. 

  "Mm, [Y/N]," he moaned quietly, "still felt good... maybe I should bother you while you're doing your homework more often..." he hugged the pillow when he looked at you. 

  "Shit, speaking of homework," you move toward your laptop, opening it to look at your assignment. All in red, it was marked with a 'late submission' sign. "It was two minutes late." You frown, staring at Atsumu. 

  "'S not my fault," he grinned cockily, "you were just as horny as I was, weren't ya?" He teased. 

  "You have no place to talk, Atsumu," you grumble, "besides, I'll make sure you won't be able to walk tomorrow, if I do feel like peggin' you again." 

  "Try me," he smirked. 

  After the night before? He knew exactly what to look forward to with you and your new strap-on. And he wasn't ashamed to say that he liked it very much.

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