you ever think about how they'll probably see this picture in a yearbook when they're 60 years old and reminisce about their time as a part of the karasuno volleyball club? cuz i do all the time
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most girls your age spend their summers hanging out with friends and enjoying the sun. you have a little bit of a different summer experience when you end up needing uncle issei's help. my one of two for the deal with the devil collab,, rhi ily, thank you so much for making this collab because i loved writing it
.wordc. 5.5k+ tw incest, uncle issei, age gap, panty sniffling, a lot of spit, size kink, teeny bit of anal, oral (receiving), organized crime, blood, death mentions
âNot too scary for you, is it?â the tall man in front chuckles, low voice bouncing around the cold, dim room with too much mirth to put you entirely at ease.
Really, it is too scary for you. This place is eerie, making your blood drum through your veins hard and fast with each step. Youâre not sure how long you have to work here for the thought of dead bodies not to scare you, but the truth is that this wasnât your first choice. Or your second, for that matter. Still, you put on a smile as he looks over his shoulder, dark eyes meeting yours with a sort of curiosity that you can sniff out from a mile away.
âIâll handle,â you just breathe back, speeding up your steps a little to stay right in toe with him as you leave the dungy cellar and walk up the stairs, cringing a little at the sound of his shoes scraping the metal surface. âIâm just not too used to the idea of having so much,â you pause, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth and swallowing, âdeathâ around me.â
Your new boss hums, softly, deep, reaching out a hand to help you up the last step and back into the -now- much more comfortable feeling parlor that youâd been shaking in half an hour prior. Honestly, you could do worse for a boss. Youâve heard of some of the things that girls do to pay off family debts and thisâ this hardly seems like anything compared to that. This, you can handle. However begrudgingly. You slowly pick some dust from your sweater when he turns to you, avoiding that deep, calculating look just slightly.
You can tell that itâs ringing through his mind, knowing what brought you begging him, and how much of it makes you a good or a bad person. Everyone does when they find out that youâre this short on money, your mom is this far in debt. Youâre just wondering what exactly it is that he sees when staring so intently at every twitch of your lips, every brush of your fingers. He finally drops his eyes from you when the ghost of a smile tugs at his mouth corners, picking up a pen and clicking it against the desk a few times as he moves to stand behind it.
âSo, youâve seen the place,â he catches your eye again, before running his long, pretty fingers through his curls. âWhat do you say? You still want to work here?â A small part of you hesitates. You know what this will entail. You know that when Kyoutani grunted under his breath that you could ask your uncle for a place to âworkâ, well meaning, it wouldnât be one of the most savory of jobs. That thereâd be a certain secrecy youâd be expected to keep. The thought of seeing it still scares you, makes rows of goosebumps break out on your arms, hidden under your flimsy sweater.
But you nod anyway, because this is all you got. And this is about as good as youâll find the jobs, when itâs your situation. Matsukawaâs thick brow lifts just slightly, before the casual expression slips back on and he just shrugs, signing something onto the stack of papers in front of him. ââKay, sign here then. I need your name and your signature here and here.â And though your hand shakes a little writing down your name, the heavy hand on your shoulder is a welcome comfort.
âI wonât- see any- d-,â you clamp your mouth shut again, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks when he takes a breath, cutting in.
âDead people?â
âYou know what I mean,â you huff, looking from your wobbly handwriting on the page back to him, his hand squeezing some of the nerves out of you despite everything. Your momâs brother is charming, heâs easy to talk to and despite his very, very intimidating appearance, thereâs a joy to his expression, making him seem genuine enough. You lean into him a little more as you lower your voice. âYou do the same thing Kentaro does, right? I wonât have to⌠shoot anybody?â
A moment of silence passes, before he laughs- really laughs, his shoulders shaking and face splitting into a blinding grin that takes you aback a little, as he continues entirely too long. You even find yourself smiling along, even though itâs mostly out of surprise at his reaction. When he quiets though, he straightens up and towers back over you to place a hand on your head, shaking his head a few times. âI donât think you could even if you wanted to, little girl.â Itâs paired with a slight narrowing of his eyes when you brush his hand off, but he smiles.
âNo shooting, no stabbing, no torturing. You have my word. All I ask is that you donât go downstairs without me. Piece of cake, hm?â
You hum back, and he smiles.
Youâd never seen a lot of your momâs younger brother, having long been shunned out of the family by the time you were old enough to understand that was something that families could do. Banish the apples falling too far from the tree, the inedible bunch. Your mom didnât talk about him, and your dad never had anything good to say when he did. Most youâd gotten was a flash of his tall, muscular posture on a rainy day in May, his obsidian gaze meeting yours for a split second from the other side of the casket when your momâs dadâ his dad, was about to be put into the ground.
You watched your nieces and nephews, aunts, elders avoid him like the plague, whispering behind clasped palms. About his shady business, his men, a danger. When heâd come up to your parents after the ceremony, ignoring your motherâs displeased glares in favor of being civil, he leaned down to reach a tattooed hand your way with a sad smile and you shook it. âIf you ever need anything,â he had mumbled, setting your mom off into a hateful whirlwind of insults, yanking your smaller hand back into hers. Matsukawa vashined from your parentsâ conversation entirely after that, right up until they split and the letters kept coming, final notices, extended payments.
But you never forgot, and eventuallyâ who else could you have gone to, if not him?
Turns out that Matsukawaâs word counts enough, to a certain degree. The pay is good, and though receiving a grieving bunch of people every few days isnât easy, the days without much activity at all. Only sometimes he comes home with a darkness in his expression, mumbling for you to hand him a drink when he walks in, or sometimes grabbing your cheeks and pressing a drink into your hands with a grin, two opposite ends of the spectrum.
You donât know if it is Mattsun honouring his promise or not, but it only happens twice the first month, where you have to rush to pull the curtains down as a bunch of men carry in an unmoving body from a car. They douse the floors with deep red blood, smelling of metal, sharp and pungent. Itâd stain the floors if they werenât already an ominous reddish brown, leaving you mopping up the evidence with your lip tucked hard between your teeth. Even when he comes back from the cellar and tells you to call him âuncle Isseiâ, heâs gentle with you, and youâre grateful for that too.
âThanks, kiddo,â he only mumbles as he pats your head with that heavy, large hand that you shook once on a rainy day, and you give a tense smile in return. It doesnât stay that easy though, and with each time more and more heavily tattooed men pass through the parlor and cast questioning glances your way, you get more and more uneasy about it. Uncle Issei clearly does as well, if the tight line his mouth pulls is anything to go by. The whispers sometimes go into full on talking about you right in front of your faceâ in front of the bossâ face, and itâs only a split second before that ugly, demanding flash glides over his features when that happens.
Youâre just glad he doesnât take it personally. Each time he comes back, blood splattered on his shirt and sitting stained under his nails, you canât help but wonder if he ever will. If heâll ever just turn around and set his eyes on you, hate you the way your mom hated him. If youâll end up like blood under those nails some day as well. You hope not.
Days turn into months, cleaning up till late after hours, sitting in his office- next to him on the chair with his hand rubbing small circles into your back while he reads over paperwork you filled in. You paint his nails black, hands shaking slightly under his gaze in the small, cramped space of his crappy apartment bathroom. You let him drive you around the city after particularly long days, squeezing your hand in his, eventually daring to link pinkies on the drive back. Anything to pretend like he isnât your executor as well, with his noose wrapped too tight around your neck.
The cold air breathing up from the cellar through the staircase floats your way, pulling goosebumps from your legs and arms, the echo of nothing. You got used to the soft bangs of the boiler that used to spook you, got used to the dark, damp feeling of the hallway thereâ of feeling trapped like a bird in a cage with no means of escape. But sometimes the feeling of that cold travelling up your spine without your consent still frightens you a bit, and you ache for the second uncle Issei peeks his head back from under those gates of Hell to soothe you, tell you you can lock up soon.
It hasnât happened yet, the sun is starting to set. You trust him. You do, so when a nagging sense of curiosity grows heavy, doubt prickles at the back of your mind. You turn to stare at the hallway. You donât go there. You never go there, not even nowâ because Issei is the one with his hands wrapped around peopleâs neck, youâre innocent, oblivious, naive. Thatâs the deal you made. But with each passing minute on that ticking clock and no sign of life from him, your heart grows heavierâ your mind more curious.
Once the sun passes by the horizon and leaves only the faintest shimmer of orangey-red on the walls behind you, dusted over your fingertips and cheeks, you swallow. Thick and heavy, it sits at the back of your mouth as you turn to the hallway, now with trembling hands. âUncle Issei?â you softly call down, not nearly loud enough to reach the back rooms. Your voice gets stuck in your throat when you stand peering down into the darkness. He probably wonât be happy to have you there, but youâve never asked for much, right? Just a quick check canât hurt.
You begin the descent slowly and very unsurely, your responsibilities banging in the back of your skull as you tiptoe down. If someone where to find the parlor abandoned right now, youâd get in trouble. But you donât think as you still scoot forward more, letting your eyes adjust to the lack of light. Even with the small spots that illuminate the stone staircase, thereâs so much darkness that it seems to swallow up any brightness left. You call out for him again, still not receiving an answer.
Itâs eerily silent again. Youâre freaking yourself out. You know you areâ looking at your trembling hands, feeling the hairs standing up on all your limbs, but you really canât help it. You tap a few buttons on your phone again, but the call goes straight to voicemail. The metal squares hiding some gruesome truths are still all closed, and the chill you feel is the freezers running on full power. Everything is fine. You make it to the back rooms only just, skittish as you yank open the door to them and hide away into it, letting yourself take a few deep breaths.
âMattsun?â you try one last time, now louder.
Nothing. A pristine room, two empty seats and a few bottles of amber alcohol on a coffee table. No uncle Issei, no screaming, no sign of life. But across the way thereâs another door, heavy and metal that you huff at when it doesnât budge. Deciding none of this is worth the effort, you wipe your hands on your skirt and turn on your heel right when a large figure appears from behind the door.
You jump so hard you slump into the wall with a choked scream, only to drop your shoulders as tears well up in your eyes. The familiar face doing little to keep your heart from slamming against its' bone cage. âI was looking for you,â you choke out, gripping your own fingers with your other hand, swallowing. Uncle Issei is â covered in blood. Head to toe, with blood running down from under his hair over his brow and eye, his shirt and pants drenched in thick, dark blood; his hands, dripping.
Youâve always had a bit of an obsession with his hands, ever since that first time. Strong and big, wrapping around yours with roughened, thick skin and keeping you close. Tattoos crawling down from his sleeves to his knuckles, covering each stretch of him in swirls or red, black and blue. Hands that wiped your tears on nights where you felt lowest, and ones that you spent too long studying when they were pressed up against your shoulders to steady you. But youâve never seen them like this, so much blood that it drips down onto the floor, droplets looking more light claws than anything else. Rings glittering red.
Your first instinct is to worry for him, but the second is to worry for you. âWhoâs watching upstairs?â he asks with a low hum, rubbing his face into the crook of his elbow. He only lifts a single eyebrow towards you when thereâs no answer, shifting on your feet. You bite your lip in shame, sucking it into your mouth, before finally shrugging.
âI w- I thought that y- just wanted to know why you hadnât come up yet.â He keeps your gaze a few seconds longer, then walks towards you and further, looking out into the rest of the cellar with a tense sigh. âI wasnât trying to snoop, uncle Issei,â you mumble again, feeling like a scolded child. But he clicks his tongue and leans down to press a kiss at the edge of your hair, affectionately, before he stands up and motions towards the other end.
âCome with me.â
Thereâs a soft press to the space between your shoulders as he walks behind you, leading you into the next room with a deep breath. Thereâs no warning offered for what you walk into, but you donât think there is any that would suffice anyway. You clamp your eyes shut, stopping right in place and staying pressed back to his chest, lip shaking, your heart beating like itâs trying to remember the feeling of life.
âIs this what you wanted to see?â he asks, you feel the swell of his breathing against you and the warmth of his body, but you shake your head. âNo?â You shake your head harder, trying to banish the view from your memories. Blood, so much, on the table, the chair, dripped down the sink. And a heap in the chair that must be a person, but you donât dare open your eyes again to confirm. âYou didnât let the curiosity get the best of you, brat?â
âNo, no, I wanna leave,â you beg, reaching behind you to cling to his pant leg, balling up your hand so hard it aches. The fabric is still tacky, it leaves your mouth dry and your touch feeling gross. âUncle Issei, please, I wanna leave,â your voice is high pitched and squeaky by now, betraying the full range of your distress. You almost collapse from relief as his hands wipe on his own clothing before grabbing your shoulders and leading you back the way you came, following his path until the grip loosens and he lets out a deep breath, one that betrays his frustration.
âWeâre cleaning up.â He watches you as your eyes crack open again, narrowed and teary, but his own expression is just as hard. âIâm not asking, come on.â He opens the door into the small bathroom tucked all the way into the far of the room and already starts unbuttoning his shirt to place it onto the sink, paying you little mind as you follow him into the room.
The water drums hard on the surface of his skin as you wait with damp hair until heâs finished, about ready to be done and shimmy into the oversized shirt of his heâd offered under his breath. There was nothing coy about the way he pulled you into the same shower, you with your eyes kept strictly on the ceiling as you scrub the shower gel over your arms and legs and down your belly, hoping heâll do the same.
Every time you accidentally brush against his skin you shiver, not knowing how to break the silence. You're family, and this should be fine, shouldn't be making your cheeks hot and breathing taste sweeter. It does though. Once heâs clean too, you can feel the darkness of his eyes boring into the planes of your face, brushing some hair back ever so gently.
You wonder if heâll bring up what he sees on your face- because you're sure he does. You kind of hope he has the good will to leave you pretending. After getting dried off and back into your skirt with a clean shirt of his over top he swallows, and clears his voice. âYouâve known since the start about what you'd see in there, donât act so shocked.â
ââM not acting anything,â you instantly whisper back, taking place against the wall of the impeccable office, hoping youâll sink into the wall and never be seen again. Thereâs a difference between knowing something bad is happening behind your back, and actually facing it. A minuscule change maybe, but enough to have your lip shake as you suckle it. âI donât think I can do this anymore, thatâs all. I donât want to.â
A tick in his brow is all that shows his agitation, but you still feel bad. Maybe for the distance you suddenly feel between the two of you, so close yet miles and miles of distance. You never had to wonder what made Mattsun a bad person, blocked it out in your mind like it was barely an issue. âWhy?â he asks, slow and deep and raising goosebumps all over your skin when his large, imposing form gets closer and closer.
You stare at him, blinking away something deep inside. Thereâs no way the thing youâre feeling is heartbreak, so then why do you feel so damn heavy? âI didnât know this is- I didnât want to see it, Issei. I could have gone my whole life not thinking about it, and I donât wanna end up like that too.â
With just two steps heâs before you, looking down as you flinch when he raises a hand, his lips pulling into a tight line. He hovers for a second, then slowlyâ so slow you swear the wait almost feels unending, his fingertips brush along your cheek, face nearing. âYou really think Iâd ever hurt you? Me hurting you?â Itâs in the way he breathes, eyebrows stitching together into a sort of confusion that youâve never seen on him. For once, he looks lost, and you canât help but feel like crying when he presses even closer. âI would never think about hurting you.â
âHave you just been thinking this the whole time? About when Iâd lay my hands on you and squeeze,â he grunts, narrowing on your expression as you instinctively follow his hands to your throat to cling to them. Your palms are clammy as you watch him take you in, your mouth slightly cracked and glistening, still swollen and puffy from biting your lips so much. Heâs so much bigger than you, biceps bulging as he keeps you trapped in place, lungs emptying into the feeble space between you two. âIs that what you think of me? Just when I was starting to think someone actually cared, accepted me.â
The way his body is pressed to yours is overwhelming, face so close you can feel the breath of him along your cheeks, the warmth of his hands as he trails a hand down your spine. Itâs intoxicating, more than anything, even though it doesnât escape you how distinctly wrong your thoughts are. Because no, you donât, you should and you donât and itâs messing up your mind as you try to blink through your thoughts. âAnd if I did, what then?â he mumbles under his breath, pressing you further up against the cold wall. âWho would help you if I wanted to? Your mom? You think Kyoutani will go against me? Who helped you more than I did?â
Your hands shake against his chest as you keep them there, looking up at him like a god in the flesh. Because thatâs really what it feels like right about now, the deep darkness of his blown out pupils, the electric touch of his hands along you, like the heavy metal rings make the soft surface magnetic. âNo one, uncle Issei. I wouldnât ask anyone else.â You keep his eyes as he hums, then seems to cage you to him between his thick thighs, the smell of his cologne and just his manly scent filling you up and spitting you out disgarted. âOnly you, I promised. I- I trust you.â
His lips pull into a tighter line, before he smiles tightly, looking aside. âSuch a sweet thing you are, hm? Always have been too loyal for your own good.â The praise makes you feel floaty, cheeks warming as you search for words, struggling to answer anything of use. âAlmost makes me believe you feel the same, kiddo. Donât do that to me.â He breathes out a tense laugh as he makes you meet his eyes, probably at the wide, teary-eyed way you donât dare look anywhere else. You feel like youâre drowning.
Your mom once said that youâd be wise not to trust men like him, for your own good, that you werenât old enough yet to really understand what peopleâs promises held. Maybe now for the first time, you get what she means. Because looking at him licking his lips so close to you, with his hand wrapped around your throat and your breathing constricted by the proximity of his own face; you wonder what exactly he promised you. And how much youâd do to give into him anyway.
âYouâd forgive me if I did something stupid, right?â he whispers, and when you blink your lashes almost brush his, your wrists gripped so tight in his hand. You donât get the chance to agree before he dips down his lips to peck you, stealing a second kiss and a third too, before he groans and gets to his knees. âI want you to be mine,â he confesses, too easily. Your cheeks, if they werenât already burning hard and bright, flare up with all the embarrassment in your body until you choke on your words when uncle Issei pushes his face between your legs, nudging up your skirt with his nose.
âFuâck, princess, ugh- youâre so pretty. Drive my fucking stupid for you.â The noise he makes is loud and rumbly, hands gripping your thighs tight and kneading the tender skin between strong fingers. He sniffs under your skirt again, pressing his mouth to the heat between your legs and placing open mouth kisses, as you rest your hand in his hair and cling to him.
âUncle Issei, w-what are youââ your thigh trembles as he hooks it over your shoulder, mouthing at your pussy through the thin covering, obnoxious kissing noises filling you with misplaced pride. He groans as he noses at your clit and licks a long stripe up, then pulls the fabric to the side to tuck it aside. âWhy?â you breathe, throwing your head back against the wall and cling tighter to his wild curls, and he hums.
âWant me to stop?â You know what you should say. Looking back down as the heat of his mouth leaves and he meets your gaze head on, he raises an eyebrow, and you almost say yes. But the way he traces his fingers along your slit, long, thick fingertips prodding where your body lets out so much heat, getting wetter by the breath- itâs too much. You slowly shake your head side to side, pouting along when he coaches a noise out of you with the incessant press. âNo? You want me to keep going?â
âPlease.â Thatâs all he asks for before burying his face back between your legs with a sigh, repeating the long lick top to bottom on bare skin now, and you shudder when he slips two fingers ever so slowly inside. It instantly feels overwhelming.
âMhm, sâall you had to say.â He grins into your thighs and hums, then flicks his tongue hard and slow. âThough Iâd like to hear you beg.â Maybe itâs the idea of how wrong it is, how wrong he is for you, but the way he pushes his tongue between your bottom lips and sucks hard and messy, taking all of you and lapping you up like heâs been starved for weeks, it feels heavenly. âYâtaste so fucking good, holy fuck.â
You canât help yourself. His tongue is doing miracles, feeling better than anything anyoneâs ever done to you. Your hands shake as you alternate between keeping him close and tugging him back to allow a breath. âUncle Issei,â you squeak when his fingers push past the ring of muscles a few times, curling into your softness and licking at the pussy nub at the top of your slit. âU-uncle Issei, please.â He moans your name back into your pussy as he seems to press even closer, not that he can, and pushes his tongue along into the clenching hole.
You mewl again, trying not to wrap your leg around him to keep him there, the perfect pressure on your clit, stubble on your most sensitive parts. He licks you clean until you canât open your eyes without tearing up, before he finally pulls back for breath and drops your leg back to the floor, pulling at your skirt to rid you of it completely. You sink down without his support, sitting flat and panting, wet pussy dripping as you watch him unbutton his shirt much too slow for your taste. When he finishes, you start pushing it off his shoulders and crawl into his lap, aching for more closeness, and Issei smiles.
âMy pretty girl needs more, hm?â He grabs your jaw and lays a soft kiss at the edge of your lips before pushing his wet fingers up to your mouth, letting you wrap your lips around them with a soft noise of displeasure. But it doesnât last for long when you suck on the digits and let him push far back, gagging you. Spit drips down his fingers and hand as he watches you, breathes you in and lets you roll your pussy on the bump of his crotch until you get tired. Then he circles your lips with his fingertips, and nudges them apart. âOpen up. Got a present to give you.â
You do, listen so well as you drop your mouth open and let your tongue lul out, barely reacting when he tugs it and more spit leaks down your tongue, your chin and his fingers. It doesnât have the time to cool before he swipes it up and licks it off his own fingers, then hovering his mouth over yours. âSo pretty, my pretty, little niece. Who wouldâve expected the little angel of the family to end up grinding herself on her uncleâs cock like a whore, hm?â The grin on his lips glitters in this light, looking endlessly perfect to you.
âYâlike that?â he coos, still pinching your tongue and having drool mess up your face, run down his wrist. You nod, canât help it. You try to mumble his name with your tongue out of your mouth, grinding yourself on him harder, pushing the fold of the fabric to push against your clit. And he chuckles softly at your eagerness, letting a softer look pass over his face before he hums back, helping your hips along his hardening cock. âOpen wider,â he says when he leans in, you do.
Only a moment you think heâll kiss you, but then something warm and wet lands on your tongue. Spitâ his spit pools on the wet surface of your tongue and runs down, and Issei raises an eyebrow. The idea alone that he spit on your tongue, degrading you with no filter whatsoever shouldnât turn you on, it shouldnât have you trembling in his lap with your pussy spilling more slick onto the crotch of his jeans. But you canât help it, you mewl as you let him push the wetness around on your tongue. âDrop it and Iâll give you something worse to drink. Now be good and swallow my fucking spit before I fuck that pretty pussy of yours.â
You arenât allowed to close your mouth as he plays his fingers in your mouth like itâs nothing, pressing against the back of your throat as you swallow around them, unable to hold the wet sounds of your mouth and your cunny at this point. Itâs filthy, and uncle Issei looks so pleased. You canât look away. This time when he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, heâs not gentle. Heâs not patient. He just pushes you over onto your hands and knees and pulls your underwear down in one smooth pull, nudging your thighs apart. The sound of the zipper between your breaths is loud and makes your hole clench in anticipation, winking as he rubs a rough thumb over it again and again to spread around the wetness dripping down your cunt.
âBeen thinking of you for so long, princess,â he leans down to kiss a line down the small of your back, before shuffling in between your legs as he shoves his pants and boxers down and lets you feel the thick, heavy press between your legs. So big, so heavy that you hold your breath, dropping your chin to your chest to look under your body at his cock. Swollen and flushes, it twitches against you, and you reach a hand below you to grip at him between your legs. Heâs so hot and thick and heavy in your hand, feeling his heartbeat as you squeeze around the shaft, before moaning along with him.
âHoly fuck, uncle Issei, youâre so big. I- I donât know if,â you choke, pushing yourself to rub your pussy along the top of him.
He snorts, though itâs lost in his groan when you rub your clit along his flared head, gripping your hips tighter. You donât have much faith when he thrusts forward against you and his hips level with yours, only showing off how deep heâll be. âYou can. You can,â he whispers, letting you rub yourself along him until your slick and his precum is one wet mess between your legs. âThatâs it, pretty girl. Gonna take your uncleâs cock so well, hm? Want it inside?â
âYes, yes yes yes,â you whimper, letting go of him to stuff your own fingers into your mouth and taste your mixture of wet, taste him too. âWanâit so bad. I wanna feel you.â Every touch to your clit makes you shiver on your knees, forgetting all about the hurt when he finally lines up and the fat head pushes against your hole, his one hand clamping down hard on your hips. âAhgn- âncle âSsei, please. Feels so good.â
The press of his thick cock against you instantly stretches your walls, sinking down to rest your head on your arms and rolling your hips back against him. Tears leak out of your eyes when he pushes in more, and your voice gets even more tight and whimpery when his thumb pushes up to your puckered hole along with a shallow thrust. âFuck, fu-baby, so fucking tight. God, youâre squeezing me so tight.â He thrusts deeper, spreading you open inch by inch as you shiver. It hurts, yet feels so good that you canât think of anything other than his cock fucking into you, frow slow, shallow thrusts to deeper and harder, curling his thumb inside you for more pressure.
By the time heâs able to comfortably roll his hips into you, youâre a drooling, wet mess under him, pussy so full you feel him press up against your cervix and leave your legs barely supporting your weight. Your cunt and clit twitch for him each time his hips meet yours, bumping so deep into your walls you canât even keep your eyes open. âUncle Issei, âm gonna cum. Gonna cum, gonna cum, ah- ahng.â
âYeah? Wanna cream all over my cock, pretty girl? Make even more of a mess?â You donât get the chance to respond before he pinches your clit and sends you straight over the edge, vision going black as the wave of pleasure clashes down on you and he fucks you through it, pushing his cock so far inside you it should hurt. âThatâs it, thatâs it, cum for me.â
But itâs just amazing, a rush of pleasure as he fucks you open through your orgasm, walls clenching desperately around him. You feel him pull out to let some of your cum spill out and down your legs, before wrapping an arm under your body and pulling you up against his chest, pressing kisses along your neck.
âThere you go, baby, so good for me.â He breathes deeply into your skin, before sliding his cock back into the mess between your legs, humming. âYouâre warmed up now, right? I think itâs my turn.â
exercise
pairing: hajime iwaizumi x reader
genre: smut
warnings: 18+ nsfw, mentions of alcohol consumption, oral (male receiving), choking, dirty talk, daddy kink, slight size kink, slight praise kink
summary: you give your boyfriend top at the red light
you sigh as you climb into the passenger seat of the car, your body feeling heavy because of how tired you were. as you settle into the seat you hear the door of the driverâs side opening. your head lolling to the side, you see your boyfriend. you catch iwaizumiâs eyes and with a small smile he leans forward pecking your lips.
after pulling back, he begins to put his seat belt on and breaks the comfortable silence, âi hope tonight wasnât too much. i know you donât really like parties.â
oikawa had thrown a little new yearâs kickback as a celebration of not only the new year but him finally being back in japan. he had invited a majority of the seijoh boys and of course iwaizumi. being oikawaâs closest friend, iwaizumi knew he had to show up or else oikawa would whine about it for the months to come. truth be told, hajime was looking forward to spending his new year with you cuddled on the couch while some random countdown special played in the background. clearly that wasnât the case. the both of you had went and hajime had made it known that he didnât feel like drinking tonight but he had no issue if you wanted to. you had decided not to drink too much because you didnât want your boyfriend to ring in the new year by holding your hair up while you threw your guts up in the toilet. although, you knew that if that were to happen he would have no problem with it. a couple beers and a shot or two later, you and hajime decided to take your leave early in hopes that you two could make it home before the clock hit 12:00.
leaning your head back against the headrest you close your eyes and smile, âno, itâs okay. i had a lot of fun. nothing beats seeing makki and mattsun doing drunk karaoke.â
hajime begins to reverse the car, placing his hand on the back of your headrest as he looks back. he shakes his head, âyeah but hearing that shit is awful, i almost went deaf.â
he looks at you briefly before directing his attention to the road in front of him, âare you okay though? you need me to pick up anything?â
you were always able to handle your liquor fairly well so you donât feel anything more than a slight buzz. you open your eyes to look at your boyfriend, slight smile still on your face, âiâm okay, just wanna be home.â
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meet me in the pouring rain
tags: comfort, established relationship, aftermath of fights, happy ending!!!!!
obviously, you two had your fights. it would be stupid to think you didn't: stupid to assume the two of you were constantly perfect.
you curl up by the door of your bedroom, trying to stop yourself from crying.
you hated this. you hated how you had expected anything different. of course sae itoshi would choose football over you. it was what he had been doing for his entire life.
but why had you thought today would be something different? just because it was your birthday?
you had asked him if you two were doing anything so excitedly, so stupidly. he had looked at you with the blankest expression you had seen.
and of course when you tried to press the matter, he had snapped at you that he was busy- to not bother him before practice.
and the words had spewed out of your mouth, telling him to get on with it and get out of the house.
sae hadn't argued further, merely blinking at you in vague confusion before slamming the door behind him.
he hadn't returned for lunch. and with the sheer amount of rain outside, you knew he couldn't be practicing still. (well, you mused, there was a slight chance.)
but that meant he had to be taking shelter somewhere away from your home, somewhere with other people.
lightning crackled outside. the rain was really coming on in droves now. you curl further into a ball and listen to your own heartbeat, steady and calming.
the notification sound of your phone was a scare, and you flinch, hard. you look around for the source of the noise. the dings continue on and on.
when you finally find your phone, you're stunned to see the contact sae <33
the messages are a clear change from his usual short ones, practically an entire chain of frantic words. it's a drastic change compared to the dead silence he's been giving you today.
y/n
fuck i'm sorry
i didn't mean what i did in the morning
i forgot the date i'm so sorry
y/n?
i'm outside. you don't have to come if you don't want to. i'll stay.
you stare at that last message. sae was-
you run to her window, heart rate rising. you can barely see past the sheer amount of rain slamming down.
but sae was there. you can make out his vague form, the rain unforgivably landing on top of his head.
you almost fall down the stairs with how fast you run down. you skid to a stop in front of the door.
your hand turns on the knob.
âsae,â you breathe out.
sae looks at you with a bouquet of soaked roses and a small box, looking more like a drowned rat than the boyfriend you knew.
âyou're going to get sick,â you sputter. âwhat were you-â
âi love you,â sae interrupts, eyes glowing with an intensity unfamiliar to you.
you've only seen that look on the field, when he's truly concentrating.
"i'm so fucking sorry," he continues. "i need you to know that you are my first priority. i know i don't act like it- but you're the best thing that's happened to me."
your mouth hangs open, your voice weak. "come inside."
he does. you gently take the roses from him and place them on the table. he pockets the box, and you don't question him.
sae waits patiently for you to speak.
"i'm sorry too," you finally say. "i shouldn't have-"
he grabs onto your hands, squeezing reassuringly. "don't apologize. im the one who forgot. it's not-it'll never be your fault."
you swallow. "i love you. but you should really go change-"
"before that," sae digs back into his pocket and pulls out the neatly wrapped box. "here."
the wrapping paper gives easily underneath your nails. you eye the box warily. it's clearly jewelry, so you crack the thing open-
"jesus christ-" you fumble the box.
sae catches it easily, raising one eyebrow.
"you got a ring?"
"it's not what you think it is." he hums, gently taking the ring out of the box. it's a pretty little thing, all delicate and fragile looking. "my proposal wouldn't be this tacky."
you stare at him. "so the ring is..."
"a promise," he answers as he slides it carefully onto your finger. "for a better one eventually."
the blood rushes to your face immediately. sae doesn't seem phased at all, even if he's just confessed that he's going to marry you.
"i-"
sae sneezes. once, and then twice.
you grab his arm. "okay. you are getting into some warm clothes."
he frowns, but follows you up the stairs anyway.
when the two of you reach the bedroom, you stop him by the door.
"you know, i only wanted two words."
his head tilts almost imperceptibly, confusion leaking-
sae smiles. "happy birthday."
atsumu getting pissed off on court. staring down a player on the other side of the net. arguing with the ref. his arms flexing when he points no i did not touch the antenna. grinding his jaw. eyes are heavy-lidded. putting his hands on his hips as he walks around. running a hand through his hair, his face. looking for the coach and signalling for a time out with a disbelieving look on his face, only to whine when theyâre in huddle. coach threatens to bench him. he shuts up so fast. the muscles on his neck are wound. wipes his sweat with his jersey, brings the collar part to his face. gives a sneak peek of his abs when it rides up. kind of opens his mouth when heâs pissed, tongue pokes at his gums near his lower lip.
itoshi sae does not exaggerate. he finds the whole idea of making a big deal out of nothing to be repulsive.
still, he swears that he feels physically ill whenever youâre not around.
(itâs the first reason of many heâll ever give you when you tell him you have to leave for more than a day.)
âmy head hurts.â
you donât even look at him.
he frowns, âmy head hurts a lot.â
âthatâs too bad,â you say absentmindedly, âyou should take some medicine for that.â
âi already did.â (he did not.) âit didnât do anything.â (because he doesnât need it.)
his frowns deepens when he notices youâre still focused on packing your things in a duffel bag. (his duffel bag. the one he was sure heâd hidden from you. the one you werenât supposed to find.)
he calls out your name. his expression softens when you look at him.
âmy stomach hurts.â
his lips quirk up just a tiny bit when you give him an annoyed look.
âsae.â
âmy stomach really hurts.â he whines, slumping against the bed. a smile spreads through his lips when you cross your arms.
âyou should take some medicine for that,â you frown, âeven if you are sick, i have to go to this field trip.â
he takes out one of your shirts from the duffel bag, âsays who?â
âmy teacher.â you pry it off his hands, âmy grade.â
you stick your tongue out at him, stuffing your shirt back into the bag, âmy conscience.â
âbut youâll be gone for too long,â he sighs dramatically.
âitâs literally just two days.â you deadpan.
âlike i said,â he pouts, âtoo long.â
you sigh, moving to sit down on the bed, âiâll bring you a souvenir.â
a smile tugs at your lips when he perks up. you reach out to run your hand through his hair.
sae leans into your touch, âiâd rather have you stay than have a stupid souvenir.â
you hum, âwanna know a secret?â
he nods, curiosity swimming in his eyes. a small smile blooms on his lips.
âi kinda really donât wanna go.â you mumble.
âjust stay, then.â he tugs you closer to him.
you sigh, slumping against him. âi canât. itâs worth a chunk of my grade.â
sae frowns, flicking your forehead, âjust say you had a family emergency.â
âi said that last time.â you click your tongue. âi donât think my teacher would believe that again.â
an amused laugh leaves his lips. âsay youâre sick, then.â
âdonât tell me what to do,â you tease, âbesides i may or may not have already told my teacher iâd go.â
sae sits up, a look of disbelief on his face, âyou what?â
âi already said iâd go,â you sheepishly smile at him.
sae flops back onto the bed, brows furrowed and pouting, âwhy didnât you tell me?â
âyou wouldâve insisted you were sick to stop me from going,â you lean over him. âlike you were doing a while ago.â
he looks away from you, flushing. âi donât know what you mean.â
you smile, poking his nose, âiâm sure you donât.â
he bites back a smile when you press a quick peck on his cheek.
âbut if you were feeling sick, i know youâd go take some medicine instead of exaggerating just to get me to stay.â
he pouts. your smile widens. he tugs you down towards him, âyou suck.â
âyeah, yeah, whatever,â you laugh.
you lay on his chest for a while, saeâs arms snug around you. he rests his cheek on top of your head.
âdo you really have to go?â
ââm afraid so,â you sigh, nuzzling into him. âi promise iâll text you whenever i can.â
âyou better,â he smiles, âyou also have to call me.â
âi promise i will.â you laugh.
you squeak when he squeezes you, laughter leaving his lips.
âsae.â you mumble.
âyeah?â
you lift yourself off his chest, looking at him. âi have to finish packing.â
he groans, âfinish later. you should nap with me instead.â
you playfully stick your tongue out at him. âyou and i both know if i take a nap with you iâm never going to finish packing.â
he shrugs, sighing, âit was worth a shot.â
you sit up, brows raising in surprise when sae sits up after you.
âjust because iâm not gonna nap doesnât mean you canât,â you tilt your head to the side.
sae stretches his arms up, yawning, âif i help you pack, youâll take a nap with me sooner.â
he gingerly cups your cheeks, pulling you in for a kiss. he hums against your lips.
âbesides,â he pulls away, smiling, âif i help you pack, youâll have to bring me back a souvenir as a reward.â
you laugh, âif you say so.â
saeâs not much help with packing. he just unceremoniously stuffs your remaining clothes into the duffel bag, scoffing when you tell him heâs doing it wrong.
(still, you bring him back a souvenir when you come home from your trip. as a way to both thank him for helping you pack, and as an apology because youâll have to go on another trip soon.)
Food for thought: imagine lion!mydei with a prey reader!!! Yk, toss in some dub con and predator/ prey dynamics đ¤. Oh, the way us floofy ears would twitch and his tail would wrap around your leg!!
I'm absolutely convinced mydei is 10000% mean man when it's between the sheets.
Have a good day/night <3. I rlly luv your works and what's your secret to writing rlly good smut? Teach me your ways professor!
đă ¤× đđ warnings : nsfw/smut, bunny fem!reader, creampie, multiple of rounds, spanking, size kink, breeding kink, biting, huge dubcon alert, multiple of orgasms and tit slapping and other stuff. ^.^
đă ¤× đđ note : tysm! iâm glad you enjoyed my writing sweetie. And I donât really have a secret lmao! iâve been writing long stories ever since I was 11. also reader is implied to be chubby and curvy! also not proof read (as always).
The forest was quiet. Too quiet.
You should have noticed it earlierâthe way the birds had stopped singing, the way the wind had died down as if holding its breath. But you were a bunny, and a very stupid one at that. Soft and slow and terribly, terribly unaware.
That was why you didnât realize you were being hunted until it was far too late.
A branch cracked. Your ears twitched, your breath hitched, and thenâ
A massive force slammed into you from behind, knocking you down into the dirt. Your heart pounded as you scrambled to flee, but it was useless. Large, clawed hands pinned you down, pressing your softer, squishier body into the earth. A deep, rumbling growl ghosted over the shell of your ear, and your instincts screamed.
Predator.
Your body locked up in fear, trembling beneath the sheer weight of the beast above you. You had heard the stories of the lion-king beforeâthe ruthless ruler of the wilds, the monster who tore through his prey with teeth and claw. And yet, when he dipped his head, sniffing along the side of your neck, he didnât bite.
He inhaled. Deeply.
And then, to your absolute horror, he groaned.
âFuck,â the lion rumbled, his voice thick, heated, laced with something primal. His heavy tail coiled around your thigh, holding you in place. His hips rolled against yours, and you felt itâthe thick, hard shape of him pressing against your ass. âYou smell too sweet to eat, little rabbit.â
His tongue flicked out, running a slow, wet trail up your throat. You shuddered, trying to shrink away, but his hands only gripped you tighter, claws grazing against your skin.
âYouâre lucky,â Mydei murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. âIâm hungry for something else.â
Your breath hitched when he grinded against you again, slow and deliberate, letting you feel just how big he was. Your body betrayed you, heat pooling low in your belly despite the fear still prickling at your spine. His hand moved, fingers dragging down your stomach, teasing at the plush softness there before dipping lower.
âGonna ruin this dumb little bunny cunt,â he growled. âMake you scream for me.â
You whimpered, but there was no escape.
The lion had caught his prey. And he wasnât letting go.
A rough hand forced your back into an arch, making you whimper as your ass lifted higher. Mydei chuckled, low and dark, his heavy tail coiling tighter around your plush thigh. The fur was deceptively soft against your skin, a contrast to the ruthless grip he had on you.
âLook at this,â he murmured, his large palm sliding over your hips, groping the softest parts of you like he was testing his prize. âBuilt to be fucked. You were never meant to run, little thingâjust to be caught.â
A sharp smack landed across your ass. You yelped, lurching forward, but he dragged you back with ease. Another slapâharder this timeâsent a hot sting rippling through your body, making your legs twitch. Your fluffy tail twitched too, betraying you, and he laughed.
âSensitive,â he mused, palming your sore flesh before delivering another punishing slap. âYou get wet from this, donât you?â
You shook your head, ears flopping as you whimpered, but you both knew the truth. His fingers slid lower, past the heat pooling between your thighs, andâfuckâhe found you already slick.
âStupid little thing,â he purred, rubbing slow, teasing circles against your clit. âWhat kind of prey gets wet for their predator?â
You gasped as he slid a thick finger into you, then another, stretching you open in cruel, lazy strokes. Your walls fluttered, trying to take him deeper, trying to milk something that wasnât even inside you yet. Mydei groaned, nosing against the base of your fluffy ears, dragging his teeth lightly along them.
âBet youâll take my cock just as easy,â he murmured. âGonna make you mine. Stuff you so full, youâll never be able to run again.â
Your thighs trembled as he pulled his fingers away, leaving you empty and aching. Thenâsomething hotter, heavier, pressed against your entrance. You gasped at the sheer size of it, instinct screaming again, but his tail tightened around your thigh, holding you still.
âYouâre made for this,â Mydei rasped, rubbing the thick head of his cock against your slick folds. âMade to take my seed, to be bred nice and full.â
He thrust in, stretching your pussy open, forcing a ragged cry from your throat. Your fingers clawed at the dirt, your ears pressing flat against your head as your walls clenched around him, trying to adjust to the sheer size of him.
"Thatâs it," he groaned, his grip on your hips bruising. âGonna make you all mine, little thing.â
And with another rough thrust, he set a brutal, unrelenting pace.
Each thrust was brutal, knocking you forward only for Mydei to yank you back onto his cock, forcing you to take him deep. Your plush thighs shook, your body burning with overstimulation, but he didnât let up.
âNghâtoo muchââ you gasped, voice breaking between ragged moans. Your ears twitched wildly with each slam of his hips, your tail fluffing up in distress.
âToo much?â Mydei echoed, voice dripping with mockery. His claws dragged down your sides before settling on your tits, gripping them roughly, squeezing the soft flesh between his fingers. âYouâre dripping all over my cock, little thing. You love this.â
You whined as he pinched your nipples, rolling them between his fingers before slapping your tits, making them bounce from the impact. Your body betrayed youâeach slap sent a fresh pulse of heat straight to your core, making your walls clamp down even tighter around him.
"Fuck," he growled, his tail curling possessively around your thigh. âLook at you. Dumb little prey, taking my cock so well. Taking it like you were made for it.â
Your arms gave out, leaving you to slump forward onto your elbows, tits pressing into the dirt. Mydei loomed over you, his golden mane brushing against your back as he fucked you harder, deeper, his breath hot against your nape.
"Youâre mine," he groaned, one clawed hand gripping the back of your neck, keeping you in place. "Say it."
You could barely think, barely breathe, pleasure crashing over you in waves. His cock was splitting you open, dragging against your walls in a way that had your stomach twisting in knots. Making your ears flattened as your tail fluffed up.
âMydeiââ you whimpered.
His hips snapped forward, making you scream.
âSay it.â
âIâI'm yours!â you sobbed, voice breaking into a desperate wail. âYoursâyour preyâyourâahhh!â
His teeth sank into the side of your throat, claiming you fully, and your vision went white as you came hard around his cock, your walls milking him greedily.
âGood fucking girl,â he snarled, his thrusts turning erratic. His hands clamped down on your hips, holding you still as he drove into you one last time, pressing himself deep.
Heat flooded your insides as he spilled inside you, thick and so muchâyour already-sensitive body trembled as you felt it seep even deeper. His cock throbbed, pumping more and more into you, and Mydei let out a pleased growl, licking over the fresh bite mark on your throat.
âMine,â he murmured again, his hands smoothing over your plush body, possessive and satisfied. âAnd now⌠you're bred.â
His tail remained wrapped around your thigh, keeping you close.
You werenât going anywhere.
Your body trembled beneath him, overstimulated and wrecked, but Mydei wasnât done with you. His cock still twitched inside your soaked, swollen cunt, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he shifted his weight over you. His tail curled tighter around your thigh, keeping you spread open, forcing you to take every last drop of his seed.
âYou look so fucked-out already,â he murmured, one large hand smoothing down your spine before gripping your hips again. âBut Iâm not done with you yet, little prey.â
You shivered as his hand ghosted lower, spreading your ass to watch his cum leak out of you. He groaned at the sight, his claws digging into your plush flesh. âAlready dripping, and I havenât even knotted you yet.â
Your ears twitched weakly, your breathing still ragged as you turned your head to look back at him. Your wide, dazed eyes shimmered in the dim light, glassy and unfocusedâdoe-eyed and utterly lost. Mydei sucked in a sharp breath, his cock throbbing at the way you gazed up at him, helpless and ruined.
âFuck,â he growled. His hand suddenly snaked around your waist, dragging you up off the dirt. You gasped as he pulled you flush against his chest, your legs barely able to hold you up as his cock throbbed deep inside your cunt.
âYouâre looking at me like you still donât get it,â he murmured against your ear. His palm slid up your soft belly before grabbing your tits, squeezing, toying with the sensitive flesh. âYou thought Iâd stop after one round? Thought Iâd just let you go?â
You whined, jolting as he suddenly slapped your tits, making them bounce under his grip. Your whole body jiggled from the impact, heat blooming across your skin, and Mydei âgroanedâ as his cock twitched inside you.
âYouâre mine,â he rasped, rolling your hard nipples between his fingers before giving another sharp slap to your tits, watching them jiggle in his grasp. âMine to fuck, mine to fillââ
His other hand suddenly slammed against your lower belly, pressing down right where his cock stretched you open. You gasped, your walls fluttering around him as he chuckled darkly.
âFeel that?â he purred. âRight here. My cock, stuffing you so full.â
You sobbed, your hips twitching as he began grinding against your overstimulated clit, pressing down on your belly with every slow, deep thrust.
âToo muchâMydei, pleaseââ
âPlease?â he mocked, nosing along your flushed cheek. âPlease what, little prey? Please keep fucking you? Please breed you again?"
Your mind was fogged with pleasure, your body trembling in his grasp, but you still managed to choke out a desperate, ruinedâ
âYes!â
Mydei snapped.
His tail tightened around your thigh as he slammed you back onto his cock, spearing you open, making your tits bounce wildly with each punishing thrust. You could do nothing but whimper, drool spilling from your lips as your walls spasmed around him, milking him for more.
âFuckâyouâre perfect,â he groaned, licking over your ear before biting down on your shoulder, claiming you. âGonna fill you up again. Gonna knot youâmake sure my seed takesââ
You let out a choked cry as he pressed his palm against your belly again, feeling himself inside you, knowing he was going to breed you until you couldnât take anymore.
Until you were nothing but his.
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it's always the bad ones that are attractive as hell