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much ado about nothing masterlist - plug!eren x reader series - 18+!!

Between being an English professor and a graduate student, your time is valuable and often stretched thin, and does not include room for many "extracurricular activities". When you come home one day to find your roommate picking up from the local dealer, however, your dedication to your hectic schedule wavers. ⚘ i'm SO excited to finally share this series. i've been fangirling over this eren by myself for way too long and i'm super excited to bring you guys into the loop.

please find the best fan art of all time made by my bestie @fictional-d-supremacy for this series linked HERE :)

ALSO my lovely moot @animakemecry made a playlist, what the fuck?? so cute!! please find that linked here for listening <3

DISCLAIMER: this series contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor or ageless blog, please do not interact.

content warnings for smut, alcohol and drug use (duh he's literally a drug dealer), some slight toxicity, and historia being your adorable bestie throughout the series

here's the ao3 link for anyone who would prefer to read on there!

Chapter 1 - courtesy of historia, you land your sights on the cute drug dealer that services much of campus. your common sense wins out...until you have a few drinks at girls' night, that is.

Chapter 2 - eren invites you and historia to a kickback with his friends. hilarity and mind-numbing sexual tension ensure.

Chapter 3 - eren's gotten under your skin, but you've decided that a one night stand should solve your little obsession, and eren's not one to deny you.

Chapter 4 - historia and sasha finally get to find out if all the rumors about eren are true. you learn a little more about eren's past thanks to sasha's sex drive. eren is the king of bad timing.

Chapter 5 - eren, still reeling from a mysterious text he received, meets you at paradise, the local club. he debates the meaning of the word 'friends' and you drink too many vodka sodas.

Chapter 6 - you deal with the fall-out of your night at paradise. sasha goes back on her word. floch...floch just sucks.

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maboiisuga

10 months ago

┌─ “ ! „ SHE’S ‘TAKEN’

tw. a/b/o, forced cheating, alpha!umemiya is sort of sleazy, noncon/dubcon, a lot of alpha/omega, spit, breeding, knotting, size kink, reader called short/tiny/little, squirting, snowballing, calling ume daddy, pseudo-cesty, niichan, unrelated vomit mention, possessiveness, praise, degradation, a lot of orgasms, (belly bulge), fighting

wordcount. 9.1k

a/n. alternate title: oh is she?,, a million thank yous to mel @gimme-hiragi for helping me with my wb questions and rhi @seijorhi loml you’re the best for always reading my writing through for me ur the backbone of my life couldn’t do nothing without you ♡ and thank you aki for letting me joIN yOUR LOVELY EVENt it is adorable i had such a good time writing!!!

for @xrux’s into the omegaverse collab

umemiya hajime x fem!reader x kaji ren

“Let go, I’m over it!” Everyone’s looking at the way you yank up the edge of your top to make sure you’re covered, yank the edge of your ripped jeans skirt a bit lower. You’re wobbling side to side on your heels as you bend to take one off, almost falling in the process only to lean your head against Kaji’s lower stomach, whimpering all the while. You hick, and pout— ungraceful in a way only drunk people can be.

The icy blond by your side still has his sweater held out to you, as he pants, fists balled to his side with gritted teeth. “Don’t made a scene. Put it on.”

They’d been out on their own, ‘til Kaji suddenly slammed his phone down on the table and left behind their orders of yakiniku. To drag his very sloppy girlfriend, you, out of some sleazy bar lined with jerks smoking enough to make the entire alley cloudy. Now he has a forming black eye to match his bad attitude, but the other guy was worse off. The -not getting up, nose crooked and bloody- kind of worse.

You’re not Hajime’s girlfriend, so he’s in no position to judge, but at the very least he’d also feel sort of uncomfortable leaving any girl in a place like this. Former gang territory. Whole lot of grimy types, the kind they protect people from. If you’re dating Kaji, he’s sure you know that.

You bend over your knees to gag up nothing, pushing away Kaji’s hand when he reaches to hold your hair back.

You’re a mess, from what he can tell perched against the wall along with Sakura, Nirei and Hiragi. The former two who look mildly uncomfortable, the latter who’s own distracted hands search his jacket for his phone. “What do you wanna do? Call it a night?”

Umemiya’s honestly off as bad as you are, curtesy of the badly mixed drinks he’d been throwing back, and he guesses none of the guys are any better off. Sakura can’t hold his drinks at the best of times, and it’s been a long night of celebrations. 5:08, the display of Hiragi’s phone shows.

His mind ticks a bit slower than he’d like.

A moment where he debates getting involved, but then sighs. “I’d like to let them fix it on their own, though~”

You’re still leaning against your boyfriend’s hip as you try again to work something out with your shoe, hair flopped forward all over your face. Round and soft and totally out of place in a spot like this, though the way you’re dressed you definitely could have him fooled if you tried. It’s in the way your eyes flick up all big and innocent-like at your boyfriend’s call, that he can tell.

Kaji’s already draped the sweater over your shoulders, something you don’t seem to realize— because when he tries to help you up you only snap more. “Stop touching me, I’m gonna go home!”

“Go home faster then.” Kaji fumes, though one hand remains around your waist until you’re done with whatever needed adjusting on your terribly flimsy looking heels. “Can’t you just once do what I ask of you? You make me crazy,” he breathes back, and you get- what he supposes should be nose to nose. You’re a couple inches too short to square up to anyone.

“You know what, Ren.” Your pretty lips sound out the words slowly. “Fuck you.”

At that, one of the onlookers hoots enthusiastically, and Kaji’s brows get even more furrowed— but he only stares you down. With neither side backing down, he eventually plops one of his signature suckers in his mouth to cut the conversation short.

You turn and start wobbling down the stairs of the club, not even sparing them a glance.

Your big eyes are dark and blown and you’ve got a nose that’s bitten by the cold with tears, or snot, dripping— he’s not sure when you started crying, but you definitely are now. “‘M so sick of your goddamn attitude.” You breathe. Kaji’s close behind to pull you back by your wrist, but this time you let out a whimper. You yank your arm out of his grip as you plant both feet against the way he tries not so graciously to drag you, and the sandy blond has a vein that thumps in his temple.

“Don’t touch me! Leave me alone. Go be a possessive prick to someone else.” You take the sweater from around your shoulders and shove it back into his chest hard enough to make him step back. Then you finally start walking off down the wet, littered street under the encouraging whistling of the drunkards lined up against the other wall.

When Kaji no longer makes an attempt to stop you, the few of them slowly make their way over to the young man— and Umemiya places an empathetic hand on the other’s shoulder. Kaji’s steely blue eyes trace you even as you swing your hips, eye twitching. “Stubborn fucking-,” he pants, “Omega brat- can’t hold a drop of her liquor.” Ah. Kaji runs a frustrated hand through his hair, making it stand up every which way, before he finally grits his teeth.

“Someone please fucking go after her. She’s days out from heat and restless to shit, she’ll get herself hurt.” Yeah, that’ll do it. That explains the big blinkers and the sweetness. Hiragi’s quick to start looking for his motorcycle keys, but the oldest waves his hand at that.

“You can’t drive in this state, Hiragi. You’ll hit someone. We still have to pay and our food is waiting for us, too.” Sakura and Nirei wouldn’t speak up about it, but leaving the food behind must’ve stung. He hands his card to Kaji with a smile. “I got ‘er. You guys are staying at my place anyway, right? Take a few hours to round off a good night.” He winks. “Leave it up to your niichan!”

He only has to follow you about two blocks before you crouch down and start sniffling, and he stops a few feet short of you as not to scare you. Even without Kaji’s explanation, he’d be able to tell that the honeyed, enticing scent emanating from you is too sugary to be anything other. With how close he comes to a halt by your side it’s almost choking on his lungs. Umemiya clears his throat. “Hey, you remember me?”

You’re crying into your palms, skirt halfway up your ass and exposing your panties— he’s just glad it’s just you two here. “I- hck- didn’t mean it. ‘M sorry, Ren kun. Jus’ wanna- I’m all over the place. Just- feel weird right now. I’m sorry, I really am.” Pre-heat mood swings. You’re cute, even cuter when you suck your bottom lip in between your teeth and wipe the tears to look up at him. When you notice he’s not in fact ‘Ren-kun’, you get a bit embarrassed.

Even though he doesn’t know you too well, he does notice you’re definitely pretty. Hot, even. Despite the mascara and eyeliner smudged onto your lower eyelids, your lips look soft as they open to say -nothing-, and you breathe in and out.

He can’t help but let eyes flick down to your ass resting on your ankles, how your plush thighs stick out from under the tightened skirt and you’re not even thinking of covering up. It’s not your fault. He’s trying not to get too much of your scent down deep into his lungs, but way he’s guessing, you’ve probably got a day before your body will start heating from the inside out- leave your pussy a wet, wanton clenching mess to get bred full-

He needs something else to think about. Something other than those sheer lace panties that show all of your pussy if he really tries to look.

“You’re… Kaji’s friend. Bofurin, right? We’ve seen each other before, though it’s the first time we’ve really talked.” You’re calmed down enough to get flustered when he too comes to sit on his heels, nice leather jacket brushing the floor. Good to know that the presence of an Alpha doesn’t scare you off. If anything, you’re calm enough to get affected by him, and it makes pride bloom inside his chest. “It’s Ume…”

“Umemiya Hajime.”

Since you’ll be staying at his place with your boyfriend for a good two weeks anyway, you might as well stay a little sooner. He’s pretty sure that’d be fine, but he’ll have to text to check. “Kaji asked me to take you home since he can’t. When you’re ready.”

You start gathering your hair into a pony as you nod. “Sorry about earlier, Umemiya-san. Don’t know what came over me. I think I’m just a little -overly emotional right now. I- might’ve drank too much too.” Probably Kaji’s frustration about the situation that set you off in the first place. You stare at a dent in the road with a lidded look as you talk- then clear your voice. “Mh.”

He smiles, before reaching out to pet your head. Being this close to an Omega getting into heat just feels electric, he can’t help it. He wants to pick you up and lick your tears from your face. Not that he will. You’re a precious kouhai’s, and that’s stronger than anything his animalistic nature demands he do. You’re quiet until he pulls his hand back, holds the urge to wind it down to your little neck and bite down on soft skin. You’re just so affected right now.

He’s sort of surprised Kaji didn’t start an all out brawl with whoever was no doubt drooling all over you in that club. He’s about halfway there himself, and he’s only got honourable intentions.

If you’re bothered by his silence, you don’t say anything. So he nods.

“Kaji said something about holding your liquor, yeah- but I-” A guttural groan rings between you two. When he looks back at you, you’re bending over your own knees to gag, placing both hands on the dirty street to hold yourself. “Oh- whoops,” he chuckles, and reaches out to hold your hair back, as you throw up away from your nice shoes as best you can. “You got it, sweetheart. I’ve got water in my car.”

He’s halfway through a cup of coffee when he hears you rummaging in the other room. A bit of shuffling, before you put your clothes from last night back on, probably. He only got you halfway through the door before you started stripping against the warmth. “Ren? Huh- babe?” You ask into the hall, and your cute, little voice rings out. You’re scenting up his whole apartment, have been since he woke up first thing at daybreak. It’s definitely stronger than it was even last night when he dropped you into his bed with the explicit intention of washing the sheets as soon as you woke up.

He clears his voice. “Ren said he’d be over in the afternoon. Apparently Sakura puked all over his car…”

”Oh.”

It doesn’t take too long for you to come out of his room wrapped in a blanket over the terribly short mini skirt, and the definite glow of a sheen of sweat on your cheeks as you process.

In the morning light it’s even easier to see that you’re an Omega through and through. Every part of you is soft and rounded and supple for grabbing, flushed face blinking away sleep. Truth is, he really doesn’t know you all that well. He knows you met Kaji through Enomoto in high school. Knows you started dating somewhere around university— and that some of the Furin guys got into a bit of a scuffle over it. Didn’t think you should be dating Kaji, or Kaji you- he can’t remember.

Seeing how you pop your hip out to watch him, blink those big doe eyes up at him— he think he sort of understands. After a few seconds too long where you start to giggle at the silence, he stops studying you to grin. “Coffee? A cold water?”

“I appreciate that you’re so willing to brush my behavior from yesterday aside, but I’m still sorry. That you Bofurin lot always have to step up. And that I ended up causing trouble for Ren again...” It might be the heat in the room, but his collar feels a bit too tight when you rest your ass against the cupboards with a little smile. Your heat is not just close, it’s full-on started. His chest feels heavier, and skin a bit tight.

You hum. “…Something cold would be great, thank you. I’m feeling a little hot.”

The way you look up at him from under your lashes tells him you aren’t entirely unaware of it, either. He can’t decide if you’re coy, or just trusting. He pulls his sweater over his head and tosses it onto the table, smoothing his shirt out in agreement. “Might be hot in here, yeah.”

It’s so quick he almost misses it. But you eyes definitely slip to the sliver of skin that shows when the fabric rides up. It makes his groin stir in his shorts to watch how you catch yourself, and heat makes its way up to the tips of your ears and nose.

He hums as he bends for the fridge, not bothering to watch you as he talks. Your scent is so strong you could hide across the street and he’d be able to sniff you out. A thought that, however guilty he feels about it, sounds really fucking good right about now. Chasing you down to sink his hot cock into that needy, fertile Omega cunt. His heart’s pounding like you’ll run any second, and he’s no longer as sure as he was last night that he could stop himself from chasing. Was it like this when his ex was going into heat too?

The cold water drips condensation down his arm when he hands it over to you. “You mean you cause trouble for Kaji often?”

You bite your lip. “We just have …discussions like that a lot, even though I love him very much. I guess we just still aren’t entirely used to each other.” When he lifts his eyebrow in question, you rub your both palms over your cheeks to get rid of the heat, dragging them through your hair. “You might’ve noticed that I’m an Omega.” Baby, ‘might’ve’ isn’t the word he’d use. It’s all he’s been able to think about since you stepped foot into his apartment yesterday.

His mind flashes to his precious kouhai for a moment, but the way your throat hitches snaps it out of him instantly.

You seem to get even hotter as you talk, and your voice pitches up into a softer sort of noise that makes the hairs on his neck stand upright. “It’s not like we’re a dying breed or anything… But ratio wise, people are used to Beta’s. Ren- would know how to handle a Beta. Most heat blockers don’t work too well on me,” you confess, “and Ren can’t just sit pretty for a week every other month to… s-service- me-”

You’re struggling on the words, like even mentioning the possible sex you’ll have pains you.

It’s so fucking cute. Poor little Omega doesn’t know what to do with herself. You’re not wrong though. He doesn’t know what it’s like for you, but without effective blockers, it’s not hard to imagine it really is all consuming.

“We’re still- trying to find our rhythm, and last time we couldn’t, a whole bunch of Furin got dragged into it because I couldn’t contain myself. It’s just embarrassing.” His breathing gets laboured just seeing you shift uncomfortably. Watches how your eyes dialate as your lashes flutter desperately up and down. You’re a fruit ripe for picking, baby. He tastes sugar in the air when he smiles, and your gaze finds his.

A stray sane thought reminds him he should back up. Open a window or something.

The Alpha in him is pounding on his brain though, making everything hard to stomach. He licks his bottom lip. “I don’t know, maybe he should consider it.”

“Wh- taking time off for me every heat?” You ask back, as your brows furrow. As you back up against the cupboards and squeak in surprise when you knock your heels against them.

Fuck, he’s getting so hard. If only he could lean you back a little further. He reaches out to take your face between his fingers and watch how your lips drop open. “Are you saying Kaji doesn’t want to?” Pretty, pink little tongue darting out to wet them. It’s only when you stop talking wide-eyd, that he notices he closed the distance at some point and is now basically towering over you, feet to feet with your face at his chest.

”I-I’m saying I don’t want him to- pu- put his life on hold… and- Umemiya-san.” Fuck. He can hear the way your heart beats like a hummingbird in your chest. “You’re too close,” you’re starting to get that signature scared bunny look. Your eyes go anywhere but up at him where he wants you, as you swallow and ignore the cold shiver going through your body. The blanket’s pooled at your feet. “Where’s my phone, Ren should come now.”

“Hm, I put it somewhere…” He does try to think. It’s just that you’re looking so woefully vulnerable and flushed and desperate to get rid of that itch that’s starting to build in your belly. He leans in, you push against his chest. It honestly only turns him on more. He shouldn’t be this eager to take a bite of you right from under Ren’s nose, right? His hands wind down your waist and you honest-to-God mewl like a fucking kit- whining when he leans in.

Just a few little kisses won’t kill either of you. His shorts feel way too tight, and a nagging little voice in the back of his head asks him to just fill you up, knot inside you. Bite an ugly mark right over the faded one Kaji gave you. “Umemiya-san.” He’s big enough that he could take your boyfriend on if he had to. He pushes in and grabs the back of your neck. “Umemiya!” You force out, before his mouth finds yours and he hikes you up against the kitchen cupboards for better access.

Your head falls back instinctively, letting his lips push against you, tongue pushing against yours as he steps up to your body. Large hands that glide up under your top and brush the sensitive skin under your tits- until you moan softly into his mouth, arching your back. He can’t help but chuckle. It’s not exactly proper to use a girl’s heat against her, feeling you spread your legs wider to make room. He kisses deeper, licks against your gums to make you taste of him, before whispering. “So vocal. What would Kaji say?”

It only takes a second of instinct, thump ringing out.

You punch him in the cheek. More surprised than anything, he grunts low and drawn out as he grabs his jaw, and watches how you scramble back to the floor and far away from him. The punch didn’t actually hurt much, you didn’t put any weight into it. Your anxious energy is what really does it, searching for his eyes with tears in your own. “My phone,” you beg more than say, hands now protectively around yourself.

He blinks a few times, until he can store away that predatory scow for long enough to speak. “Sorry. I got carried away.” Your face gets hot again, shoulders dropping. “You’re okay, I promise. The strength of it just took me aback, ‘is all. You did good socking me out of it.” The silver blond puts on a smile.

Besides that, he just wanted it more than he wanted to stop it.

He can’t exactly say that though, instead perching himself back against the cupboards. A safe distance away from where you’re rubbing the backs of your hands over your cheeks full of embarrassment, trying not to push your thighs together. It only makes him want to pin you down even more. His eyes glide down your body again. “We were switching apartments, right? You should probably head over there now. Tell Ren to head over quicker, that my heat came early.” You swallow heavily.

He definitely can’t tell you that right now, he’d rather do anything else. That would make him a bad guy. Someone Kaji shouldn’t have trusted with you. He’s got better things to do than obsess over some animalistic breeding instinct, doesn’t he? He should be worrying about making sure his little brothers are alright, that Sakura isn’t dying.

He nods as he stands to make his way past you. The scent is so heavy now that it’s taking everything in his power not to drool, and his chubbed up cock twitches to life in his boxers at the way you stare him down.

“Umemiya.” The dinner place is too loud, or the call too quiet for him to pay attention the first time. “Umemiya.” Hiragi repeats louder, and when that still doesn’t get results, he punches his arm softly. A bit harder than he could, for good measure. “Umemiya, what’s up with you? You keep spacing out on me midway conversation.”

Hiragi pops the cigarette back between his lips, watching him through his eyelashes as he sparks the lighter with one hand. In response, the blond wafts away some of the smoke, then hums. “My bad. You know the girl from the bar this morning, right- the cute, little thing… big eyes, short skirt, uhm- y’know the Omega,” he distractedly picks up his beer to tilt it edge to edge as Hiragi lifts a brow.

“Are you talking about Kaji’s girlfriend?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, that’s the one.” He makes a bit of a show of tapping his fingers on his bottom lip, before resting his head in his palm. “I’m just trying to figure out where I’ve seen her before.”

“Uhuh.”

If his long lasting friend thinks anything about his sudden curiosity, he has enough sense not to say it. Hiragi’s a good guy. Probably good enough to put a stop to Umemiya himself if he acted out too much. When the silvery blond doesn’t elaborate, Hiragi just clears his voice, tapping ash into the tray. “Not sure. I know she didn’t go to Furin or San Middle though.” He furrows his brows when Umemiya only drinks. “Didn’t you run into her with Kaji before? They’ve been dating for a good while now.”

“No, no, I would’ve remembered that. It was before Kaji. I could’ve sworn…” He swings his arms next to his chair, before tapping his hand on the table when he ‘remembers’. “Oh, wasn’t she- one of the Shishitoren girls back when.” A genial smile tugs at his lips before taking another sip. “Before, when they were still using girls like expensive cars and Togame would drag them around town to patrol our borders. Would drive all the Beta’s up the walls. I think I even remember Kaji getting-”

“-Into a fight over it with some of our guys, yeah.” Hiragi suddenly clicks his fingers, “that might’ve been her, after all.” He takes a drink of his own glass, humming along the rim. “I scolded him for it back then, but looking back, he was probably just protecting the person he loved. In his way.”

Sure… Umemiya stares off into the rest of the bar instead of replying. Always so genuine, Tamon’s team captain. Can’t fault the guy. But his honesty really does get in the way. Across from him, Hiragi lifts his own bottle. “So?”

He knows his eyes are too sharp in the low light. Umemiya puts on his best smile. “No, nothing. I’m just glad Togame turned a new leaf since then.” He finally allows himself to grab one of the delicious looking skewers, humming around the mouth full. “I mean, it would be some real shit for Kaji if Shishitoren suddenly wanted their Omega pet back.”

He crashes his mouth to yours, hands either side of you ass to lift you off the floor and drop you ask into bed, grunting. “Mh-hgh, came as,” he growls against your mouth, tongue tasting so much like strawberry lollipop, “soon as I fucking could. Stupid extra patrols gettin’ in my way.” His hands grab anywhere he can reach, digging in deep.

He’s short of breath, and you know it’s your scent that’s got him all rattled. Sinking his cock into you is one of the few moments he allows himself to let loose- you can tell by the way he’s chubbed up in his pants he’s been thinking about you for a while. He grunts into your mouth, tongue tasting yours. “Knew- you were- mhm-gonna get there. Been twitchy all day.”

“Uhuh, missed you. Missed you so much, all day- wan’it.” Your nails rake along his back to pull him closer, all his weight on top of you, and obnoxious kissing noises fill the room. You can’t help yourself, the heat travels down every vein, settles in your toes, your hands, in your tongue. The tongue currently being sucked into your boyfriend’s mouth as he grunts your name and makes you rock your center against the seam of his jeans until he pulls back. “Ren, Ren, Ren~”

Umemiya’s bed squeaks under the weight as he gets on top of you halfway, one thigh straddling you against the mattress.

More. You want more. Your heart is banging like a battering ram against your ribs as you slide your hands under his sweatshirt, and drag your fingers up the ridges and dents of his muscles, the thin scars. All while whimpering like an animal, something you might not be aware of, but is driving your Alpha absolutely insane.

A low rumble falls from his chest as he grips your face harshly, and steely blues flick over your expression. He black eye has started turning pretty purple under his skin, cut still on his brow. “Still a brat? Gonna fight me again for taking care of ya?”

“Nuh uh,” you quickly say back, and press sweet, messy kisses on his pink lips. They’ve gone all puffy, and it’s making it hard to think straight.

“Wanna take some medicine? Just in case,” Kaji pants after a few seconds in concern, hand worming its way between your bodies for his fingers to swipe over the absolute mess you’ve made out of your panties. They’re soaked straight through— something that once he notices, he takes a laboured breath so slow it makes him flush all the way up his chest. “Fu—ck, pretty girl. You’ve been wet and empty all day like this?”

”Mhm.” You nod again. Don’t have even a single thought to tell him that you sat with the terrible ache ever since another blond fought his way out of the door, because that was a stupid accident. Stupid. Single. Accident. “Ren, Ren- please. Mh-ghuh,” you moan, and your body curls to rub against his crotch despite yourself, “can’t take any more. Please~ please, please, please. Want- my Alpha.” Sticky, translucent slick is all over your pussy, ran down your thighs and ass and you’re now getting it all over his pants.

Your boyfriend looks so wild and unfocused it could honestly be kind of scary- if you weren’t already scenting up the whole house and terribly shaky yourself. Your legs wrap around his glutes to pull him closer, as the icy blond tries to stutter out a groan. “Your pills…”

“Don’t want ‘m if you’re here. Ren, I want your cock already~”

The tiniest twitch to his lips proves he’s smiling into another messy kiss he lays on you, before starting to drag his teeth along your neck. “So fucking whiny. ‘S cute. Yeah, you wanna have me fucking you full for days? Get stuffed full of cock ‘til you can’t stand?” Yes. Yes yes yesyesyes. You’re not sure if you’re nodding, because all you can feel is his fingers pressing into your thighs, grabbing your ass and forcing you right up against the seam of his pants.

When he reaches the spot you’re the most sensitive with his mouth, your body stills in anticipation, and almost explodes when instead of bitin down, Ren’s hot tongue makes circles over the tiniest scar he left last time. “My little Omega bitch, mine, mine.”

His eyes have gone all blown out. Your own face is burning hot, and so is everything else as you let him mark up your neck, sniffing around the area without any other thought. You want his bite, you want his cock and his knot in you, filling you up to the brim ‘til you’re nice and full and round and you’re good to nest up— you want to be bred full so bad it’s all you can think about.

”Mh-mghh, Ren~” Your voice doesn’t sound like your own. It barely belongs to you, pitched and tiny and so fucking desperate.

You don’t notice the way your moans are filling the room or how wet and messy your pussy’s getting his pants. Just that his heartbeat’s in his tongue as he sucks harder and harder until his teeth grate over your throat. Ren grunts as he pulls back, one hand grabbing your one of your tits to kneed greedily in the flesh, as the other starts pulling your underwear off from under your skirt. “Smells too much like Umemiya in here-” It’s angry but not accusing, as he stands back to watch your glistening pussy clench around nothing.

“Turn over.” Your legs shake, and without much will of your own you start rolling over to stick your ass in the air to give him a better view. Kaji’s voice just gets quiet, as two fingers slide the slick around your pussy down to your clit. When you mewl, jerking at the touch, he throws his head back and groans deep and animalistically, before holding the fingers to his nose. His eyes clench shut when they roll back in his skull. “Shhh-Stay down. Everything off- fuck, fucking shit, babe. ‘S fucking hot —all mine.”

It’s instinct that makes you oblige. Not a single coherent thought makes it through your brain. Just him, in you, your pussy, your mouth, you want Ren, Ren, Ren, your Alpha fucking you, over you, breeding you. It’s so hot, but you’re still cold without the heat of his fat cock in you. The top goes first, ungracefully pull it over your face and lose an earring in the process. You want him. Your poor pussy wants to be so full, full full full you can’t walk fo a week.

“Alpha, n- hurry, hurry. Hurts without you, really, really does. Wan’get bred. Hurry~”

His headphones land somewhere with a thump as he pulls sweatshirt and shirt over his head in one go, then grabs himself through his jeans with a rumbled swear. You’ve soaked a wet patch through his jeans too. As soon as your skirt’s down the curve of your ass Ren’s already leaning into you, buries his face against your pretty, sloppy pussy and starts to lick and kiss, slurping as he tongue fucks your hole every few seconds.

When he locks lips around your clit you have to force your face down into the blankets to cry out, biting down on the blanket. Spit gets on your cheek when you cry out for him, and grind back against his face. Strong hands and long fingers hold your ass open until he can lick your pussy clean, before pulling back just to spit on it again. “Alpha, alpha, need your c-knot. Please.” You’re babbling to yourself more than to him, because he’s entranced with the way your sloppy pussy winks around nothing, how the slick mixes with his spit to drip down your folds. “Ren, your cock. Puh—lease!”

His long fingers land on your ass a few times, rings stinging upon impact, before he pushes your back down into an even more extreme arch and lets out another groan. “Prettiest Omega pussy I’ve ever seen, only one I want. Ain’t that right? You can act out and be a brat, but this is mine.” You look back over your shoulder just enough to watch him drool, slick down his chin when he pulls back and gives you a look.

Dark eyes almost entirely glossed over, he pinches your clit meanly- and your squeak makes the tiniest curl grace his lips. “Say it for me. Who does this little pussy belong to?”

”You.”

His thumb swipes over your clit before grinding down, two other fingertips pushing into you. “Mh. Who?” He’s mean, he’s so mean it’s making you tear up, forcing your head back into the blankets as your cunt tingles and aches and the touch is making you push back against him.

“You, Ren! It belongs to. My. Alpha. My- aaah-ah- Ren~, fucking please put it in. Ren, Ren please. It hurts.” Tears dampen the fabric, the two fingers sliding in halfway isn’t enough. You need- need more. “Please. Please.” He places another kiss on your clit before his touch vanishes, and you can hear the lewd sound of him licking his own fingers clean. You’re so hot sweat tickles on your hairline, the base of your neck.

And then, the click of his belt makes you moan, loud.

The familiar sound has you biting down on your hand, legs almost giving in. The smell of his musk is making it hard to stay upright. You can barely hear yourself think over the rushing blood between your ears, and the heartbeat thumping in your pussy. He groans, “Look at me. Look here,” and long fingers tangle in your hair to force you. Watch your boyfriend squeeze his pretty, extremely flushed cock a bit too tight. The head’s a blushy purple glossy with precum, that drips as he holds back a little pant.

”Wan’it?”

You don’t speak- can’t. Just back yourself up against him until the cock is rubbing against your ass and the warm pre gets all over you, as you moan. As you try to form a coherent thought, and Ren chuckles. “That’s a sweet way of sayin’ yes. Open your mouth.” He leans in while rubbing geedy circles over your ass, then lets a glob of spit land on your awaiting tongue with another huff. “So good for me.”

His hand spanks you again, hard enough to have you forced forward, before lining up properly. The wet sound of his cock patting on your pussy is the only for a moment, one that seem to last entirely too long— before finally, finally you feel the hot mushroom head push in. Into your slick, wet cunt and pushing past the ring of muscle inside and deeper. Deeper, deeper, until Kaji grunts low and gutturally and his thighs hit against yours as he bottoms out.

It feels so fucking right. Good, full, you want more, wan’ stay like this and your head’s spinning so good— Your breathing only continues when he groans a low ‘breathe’, pulling your hair and shaking your head. “Breathe, baby. Don’t pass out.” Your hands are fisted so tight into the blankets your knuckles show, only managing to lift your head enough to cry out a moan.

”Move, please. Please, move- ghhuh, fuck—ing God.” His hips move back with the squelch of your clamping pussy, then dives back in. The first pump is strained, the second is heaven. It’s only when he starts to move in you that you feel how full you are- how fucking deep he’s hitting inside you and rocking the bed with his weight. He’s moaning so pretty each time he bottoms out- fucking your walls open with each thrust. His balls his against you with a wet ‘pap’, and your tits feel too- too needy.

Your Alpha’s inside, finally, finally, you can’t hold the moaned whimpers. “Ah, agh, ahhRen, t-touch me more, please. Touch me.” You search for his hand that’s holding you down to drag it under your body, making him grunt— only breathing deeper when his nose nuzzles into your neck. Something’s ringing, but you don’t have the free thoughts to think about it.

He’s gonna make you cum. His one hand on your tits, other on your clit, he fucks you like he’s made to be there. Stretches your clenching walls around his curved shaft too perfectly- every thrust makes more slick drip out down your thighs. He feels so good. So- fucking- good. And his panting in your ear, low rumbled voice grating on your brain. He licks along your jaw to wipe some of the sweat, or tears, you can’t tell anymore. “Gonna fuck y’full, breed that stupid Omega pussy like a bunny.”

It just- feels- so so good. You’re gonna cum. You want him to get stuck in you and knock you up. There’s only his breathing and your banging heart, as his cock drives in and out and hits that perfect spot, made for you. His fingers swipe over your clit so good your eyes squeeze shut, and thighs clench. “‘S what you deserve, huh, yeah? You want that? Wan’ me to fuck my knot into you and pump you full of my pups?” You can’t help lock around him, hand digging into his arm. Your entire body stutters and goes white—

Shuddering around his cock as the coil inside you snaps. ”Alpha, R-ah, aghh- ahg, gon’- Mh-ugh Ren!” He drives in again and again and again until your toes stop curling and the desperate hold on his forearm loosens and- the ringing is back. “Mhm-Ren.”

He’s barely conscious as you feel his lashes flutter against your cheek, and he turns to the sound. “Fucking’—” He doesn’t pull out of you, but does reach for the phone just to groan loud, annoyed, clicks his tongue. When he picks up he puts his free hand over your mouth, but presses a kiss to your ear. “Fucking what?” He hisses into the device, rests his head against yours. Still feels good, he still- feels so good. You can’t help clenching around him and making him choke— before he continues. “Short. Enomoto, as short as you fucking can.”

”It’s Kuguri,” you hear him through the phone, “he’s alone, and I’m out of town, so is half of Bofurin. They— it’s bad, Ren. You need to come help.” You know he doesn’t mean to, but a desperate groan is forced out of his throat.

You can tell, it’s entirely instinct the way he desperately tries a little longer to rock himself into you, before letting out a sharp breath through his nose. “W- why is he alone— what are you talking about? What the fuck happened?”

“It’s Shishitoren! Don’t know. They’ve beat his face black and blue, I don’t know either! Hurry to the Ori.” Kaji’s body’s gone entirely tight. Enomoto just says a last, “Umemiya’s orders,” before ending the call, and Ren smashes his phone down into the pillows.

“Ren,” you pant desperately, you want more. “Nhg- Alpha, please, Ren.” You know, it’s not fair, but you’re so- hot. The sane thought that rings through your mind is just so quiet when compared to the budding flower that is your heat. You’re so empty. It’s not enough.

Your Alpha looks like he might burst.

“I- I can’t- fuck,” his hand moves from your mouth to push himself back against you, before he starts sliding out. You turn onto your back to look at him, watch his internal struggle as his thin brows dig such a deep frown it must hurt. Hurt bad— you sit up to grab his hand. You can finish him off! His steely eyes find yours as he clenches his teeth. “Don’t. You say that, I’ll stay and if I stay I won’t wan’ go ever. I don’t wanna go.”

It takes everything in you to keep your mouth shut against the Omega desperately mewling inside you— as a loud bang comes at the door. “Kaji!” It’s Umemiya. “I’m sorry, man. It’s an emergency!”

“Shit- fuck,” the blond grunts out, throws his head back, before grabbing his clothes from the floor. You can’t look or you’ll cry.

“I just heard- came to pick you up. We’re taking my car,” his superior calls through the door, oblivious. It hurts. It physically hurts to watch the way he puts his boxers back on over his incredibly hard cock, breathing deeply all the while. His cock is still so slick it creates a wet imprint through the fabric. “Kaji?”

You hate him a little right now. You hate them both, pushing your hand between your legs to clamp your too little fingers where something much better just filled it— The sound of his quick dressing makes you nauseous. The ache only worsens when your boyfriend sends you an awfully guilty look and wraps his hand around your ankle to squeeze, and you have to shut your eyes against the welling up of an onslaught of tears.

“Coming!” Ren snaps when the fists pound again, and he clicks his tongue.

You know, really, but can’t help but shudder as your fingers rub over your pussy and leave it so unsatisfied. So empty it makes you go cold. Kaji groans out under his breath and opens a new sucker. He leans in to place a kiss on your shin, clenches his eyes shut hard, desperate. “Be right back, baby.”

“Fucking- go, I can’t,” you squeak back, and also cry- there’s no way this is happening. Your skin feels like it’s being turned inside out when his touch leaves you, first slow and then all at once. “Ah-Quickly, Ren, it hurts so bad- hck- agh-ahhh.” You can just manage to clamp your free hand down into the blankets to keep yourself from sliding off the bed in pursuit of more— pushing the image out of your head until you feel the fade of his presence and your body burns.

It hurts so bad.

“You were in the middle of something? Oh. —Oh.”

You hear the latch of the door, but you can’t focus on it, only roll back over to bury your face into the sheets. “Mh-hck—mn hah-Alpha, Alpha, no no no don’t leave, don’t leave. It hurts, it hurts so bad, baby- come back. Come back please. Please, Ren, please, please. Pl- gh-please.” You’re calling your voice hoarse. Your lip is pulled between your teeth at the smell of Alpha all over you, and your whining, needy pussy slicks even more obnoxiously.

“Need t’ fucking leave. Now. I’m gonna -lose it.”

Kaji growls deep and loud, coming from deep in his chest in the other room; even more Alpha scent fills your lungs. Makes you burn from the tips of your ears to your toes, as every cell seems to submit. Another familiar, normally smooth, lithe voice is more raspy when it filters through the wall. “Right behind you, man. You hurry on— I’m just gonna-”

“Where’s Hiragi and the others?”

“I’m calling them now,” Umemiya agrees.

Everything makes your clit thump with blood, your tongue thick and wet licking your lips. The door slams and keys jingle in the lock, and you whine out like a dying welp. “No! Wait, Ren— Alpha, Alpha, please. Please, please I need- I need to- be full. I’m gonna die, hurts so bad.” You’re panting makes everything worse, unsteady, shaking with that horrible feeling of emptiness. “Aw, ah! Don’t leave.”

“Shhh, shh sh shh.”

You claw at the blankets. Alpha scent fills you, and your scenting goes crazy- spiking all over the room. Umemiya’s room. His face flicks through your head, you don’t know why. “Poor pet. Does it hurt that bad?”

You find yourself rubbing your cheek into the blankets up and down weekly, rolled onto your side. Fat tears roll out of your closed eyes. “Hurts. Hurts, please. Help me, I need it- wanna be full. Hck.” A finger drags along your sweaty hairline and makes you mewl, before it's taken away to be sucked clean.

“Fuck, poor, sweet girl. Smell so good in my bed. And you’re dripping sugar-” The hand comes to your neck, down your collar to your tits, and just the single flick of his finger over your perked, puffy nipple makes your pussy gush, mouth dropping open with moans. Drool drips out of your lips and someone wipes it away, as your eyes flutter against the miserable migraine you’re having. “Such a sweet, pretty little Omega. Little breeding bitch ready to get filled up?”

“Please, please, please!” You’re pushed over onto your back, and your legs drop open in response, back curling off the mattress to get a bit closer to the hand dragging down your belly to your leaking cunny. You’re so tired, your eyes won’t work. Someone hooks your leg around them, and two fingertips trace barely sensible over your folds. “Ah! Ah, ah, ah!”

“I know, I know it hurts. Just appreciating the view.” You wanna look. Your cunt aches like the worst cramps you’ve ever had. It takes everything not to start bawling. Luckily, he takes your hand in his and tangles fingers with yours, while the clicking of metal -a belt- and shuffling happens quick. “There we go, pretty baby. Open up, —daddy’s got you.”

“Ah, ah, quickly, hurry~”

It’s only when a warm palm comes to your cheek that you manage to finally force your eyes open, right when a hot, drooling cockhead pushes at your stretched entrance. Blue, gunmetal eyes stare back at yours as an unfamiliar feeling fills you up top to bottom. Your view is wobbly because of the tears, tongue trapped between your teeth. The face before you doesn’t make sense— not until the hand forces your face to his and a kiss is laid on you.

That taste. And he groans, low, rumbly. “Ohh, there- gh- we fucking go.”

An indescribable feeling of relief washes over you so strong that your legs clamp around him and shove him inside up to the hilt, as the coiled spring pulling in your cunt snaps, you claw at him and cry out. “Ume—miya! Ah, agh- Alpha, d-daddy, thank you, thank you, than-gh uhuhh~”

“Come on my -cock, that’s a good cockslut. Such a tight, little whore.”

Your orgasm barrels through you so hard that your feet cramp and you’re locked around him, moans getting swallowed by his tongue. Your vision goes blotchy and black, and the silver blond above you groans out your name as your pussy swallows him to his balls. “Ughd-daddy, more, more, more please! Please! Cum’ feelsso gud.”

“You’re so cute, so- fuck—ing cute.” He chuckles into a messy kiss, bites your lip for you until the tingling makes your legs shake. You can barely feel where you begin and he ends, with the way he’s gripping your thigh so thigh it’ll bruise, pulling you back against his thrusts. “Polite even when you’re cumming. D’ our little Kaji train you like that? Or is that just- for,” every word is accentuated by his cock hitting an entirely different spot, higher up in your belly, “me?”

You’re not sure you even stopped cumming before he starts rubbing your clit hard and fast, but before you know it you’re feeling an entirely different sensation— wetness squirting out around his cock in forceful gushes and getting all over his hands, his thighs and his bed. “Yeah, yeah yeah cum, just like that. So pretty.” Umemiya actually growls at the sight, slipping the wetness over your raw clit over and over and over. “Perfect little Omega whore— fuck.”

”Knew you’d take it if I offered. Isn’t that right, pet?” He yanks your leg up to put it around his bicep, and the thrusts get deeper and harder when he uses all his body weight to slam into you. The sound is filthy. It echoes the walls, and makes your pussy suction around him like you’re willing him to stay. You are, you want to be bred. You want-

“Daddy. Daddy, daddy, please. Want your cum. You need’t cum- hah- in me. Please, daddy. Please, fucking— I need-.”

He’s smiling so wide it looks a bit deranged. Every lewd pap makes you more mindless, and you’re not sure when you laced your hand in his, but they feel molten together. “What do you need, baby? Tell me.”

“K-knot, your knot, please. Breed me. I need to be fucked full.”

His laugh is high pitched, a slight bit hysterical before it dies out when staring deep into your eyes. “Does another Alpha’s cock feel that good inside you? Even better?” He’s sucking the taste of your boyfriend off your tongue, before fucking into your puffy, swollen folds with a satisfied hum. You’re floating, as his fingers dig into your tits. As your poor cunt is filled up, stretched in a completely different way.

He fucks in and out, in and out until he pulls out entirely, then forces the swollen head back in with a guttural grunt. “Good enough that you want to get fucked pregnant, fill you up with my kids? Yeah? You want your boyfriend’s bigger brother?”

”Yes, yes yes yes, please. Breed me full, Ume— Hajime! Hajime!”

He angles his hips a little to fold both your legs to your chest, baring teeth. It shifts his cock in you to the spongy spot in you like nothing else did, and has him moaning. “Oh, fuck, little girl. My cock’s reaching your womb, look— right here.” It makes him pant like a dog. Makes his eyes go wide, dipping his forehead to yours. He’s just so much bigger, so much stronger. Alpha in every sense.

“You know,” he chuckles, short before he hisses at the way your cunt squirms around him. “Since you’re Ren’s, you’re also sort of- my- hgh little sister too. Gonna let niichan fuck you ‘til you get bred?” You’re lost to the world as he bounces you up and down and your pussy spills over into the bed. Umemiya doesn’t care. The flush has crept up on his ears, his chest, he’s pink and sweaty to his fingertips and the way they dig into your skin. “Let it take, let it— that’s a good cheating, little cunt- so- pretty. Ask niichan to cum in you.”

“Cum, pl- pleas,” you slur against his mouth, let him get his face all up in yours. Let him nuzzle your cheek aside for purchase on your neck. “Niichan, niichan, nii-”

His cock pulses the last few sloppy thrusts, letting your cervix create a nice little seal around his cockhead— then he grunts. “Ah- that’s it, thatsit- fuck!” His sucking turns into teeth, and then a bite. One that has your entire body shivering, before your legs stretch out around his hips with another orgasm travelling through you. He swells inside you with a moan, and pushes you deep, even deeper onto him.

The weight of his pervic bone rubbing over your clit and his strong, muscular thighs pressing into your own is all you need to ride out another high ‘til you can’t see straight. It all has you wrapping your arms around him in an embrace that has your mouth open, panting and letting drool spill out.

The cum that hits is hot at first, rutting against you like you’re a fucktoy- but it doesn’t stop. There’s so much of it you try to shift, only to have Umemiya bite down harder on the juncture of you neck, until he breaks skin. “Stay,” he grunts, “take it a—ll. Let me fill you up.” Cum that makes you so hot inside, and squelches when he repositions to push more of himself inside, spilling out every which way. His cock is in until the thick base, and has swollen inside so wide you can’t even shift without it aching. “Ugh, so much cum inside that little body.”

Only after a couple minutes of staying that way, him growling into your skin when you try to escape, does he allow himself to pull back and watch the damage. His knot’s not deflated, but he still slowly starts moving out just to watch his cock flop out over your pussy and let the last squirts of hot cum spill over your clit. The ring of creamy white at the base of his cock and the mess he’s made of your raw pussy is nothing of proof like the bruised, mean bite right between your throat and your shoulder.

You’re too fucked out to notice. It’s cute. You’re cute all over. He squeezes his cock as he lets go of your legs and they stay that way, then laughs when trailing kisses down your thigh. “Kaji had a good thing going. I see why he went to bat over you.” Your eyelids flutter when he thumbs your pussy open, and buries his nose into it. His tongue delves into it just to lap up most of the extra cum, then leans over you to push your lips open. You just let him spill the mess of cum and spit and slick into your mouth, swallow it like a good little pet.

“And I don’t just mean your pussy either. I know you’re more than just that. If you weren’t, Togame wouldn’t bitch so much to see you again.” It makes him hum softly, and lay down beside you with a gentle motion to pull you in. Willing or not, you’re gonna snuggle into him a little longer. This is only the first of many days you two will spend like this. “We’re gonna have to make a visit to your old friends one of these days, ‘kay?”

He feels bad about the situation Kaji’s run into by now, beat hard enough to break a few ribs. It’s not enough to kill him, but Togame doesn’t know when to quit. Or rather, he quits only when he’s been told to quit. Your smell feels so nice wrapped around him, watching how you drift into a dreamless sleep with your cunt full of his cum. He could honestly go again, but maybe not right now.

“Niichan’s promised to make a diplomatic little gesture. You get it, right?”

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maboiisuga

1 year ago

BLACKMAIL KISS — h. ran

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ─── a single night of rebellion against your husband, the mayor of Tokyo, in an underground Roppongi club, traps you right in Haitani Ran's web of blackmail and deceit—where every move you make could potentially be your last one.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ─── a bonten!haitani ran miniseries inspired by hametsu no itte

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ─── bonten timeline, fem!reader, wife!reader, reader is feminine coded (wears dresses, heels, makeup), heavy angst, heavy tones of cheating/infidelity, D@RK CONTENT, blackmail, political drama, non-con recording, drügging, mentions of alcohol & drügs, D*m/s*b dynamics, non-c0n -> dub-c0n, expl!cit photos, canon typical v!olence, corruption k!nk, unprotected s*x, n!pple play, sh/ibari, B/D/S/M, voyeurism, edg!ng training, tease and den!al, org@sm control, phone s*x, smok!ng, publ!c play, g@gs, impact p!ay, pr@ise + degradation, roleplay (forced prost!tuition), mentions of conceiving, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of m!scarriage, pet names (baby, love, slüt), collars, b0dy writing, throat fücking, d@ddy kink, sp!t play, finger!ng, or@l s*x, rindou is a simp for his girlfriend, süspension p!ay, publ!c s*x, n!pple clamps, mentions of v!brators, overstimulat!on, k!dnapping, tortüre, more tags to be added...

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ─── bittersweet blackmail with this playlist

#1: i made another mistake

#2: the way you bend, the way you break

#3: when the curtains call the time

#4: will we both be satisfied?

#5: love's the death of peace of mind

#6: will we both go home alive?

#7: i miss the way you say my name

... more tba

{ rbs to boost are appreciated !! }

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maboiisuga

2 years ago

encore | jjk | teaser

⇥ pairing: game-designer!jungkook x reader

⇥ genre: strangers to lovers, neighbors au, fluff, smut

⇥ rating: 18+

⇥ warnings: an absolutely fluffy little piece, he is an ambivert but so hot too, talk about music and it’s really wholesome!!, coffeeshop dates and movie nights, cursing, pov switch, flirting, (okay how do i avoid c*mmunity labels uhhhh), s*xual tension, s*xual content (like: or*l, big d*ck and dom kook, s*x toys, unprotected s*x, fumbling around, m*sturbation, he can be cocky if he wants to, more when the fic drops)

⇥ wc: around 10-12k; 979 for the teaser!!

⇥ author’s notes: my friend said he looks like your next door neighbor who’ll lend you stuff and all, and of course my sick brain came up with this wicked thing. teaser is unedited!! fic still in the works which i’m so excited to post as soon as it’s doneee!<3

⇥ summary: The new guy next door seems an awfully lot like your ideal type. You might be in serious trouble.

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When you look up from your shoes, meeting his eyes, you realize for the first time that Jungkook is staring at you.

Your eyebrows shoot up in question, humming a curious little, “Hmm?”

Keep reading

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maboiisuga

1 year ago

FIC ART NEEDED

Hey guys....it's me again lol

So if I'm going to be back full-time, I need to update and revamp my masterlist. This also means the fic art that I have previously used. Specifically with Unsaid Vow and Quarter Quell. The fic art for those was good but they had my old username so I can't use it anymore.

So right now I just need something new for Quarter Quell and Unsaid Vow. (open to These things take time, Pen Pal and Paparazzi too although they aren't priority) If any of you would like to submit cover art for it please do so! The only thing I ask is;

Fic name is visible and in a classic font (I detest the fake cursive btw)

Somewhere below title is "Written by laughing with god"

The image you use of the member matches the fic description (ex; Unsaid Vow Jungkook has short black hair, so a pic of him with red hair as the cover won't work)

I prefer darker colors, and simple photos of the members!! No bright neons or anything pls, it's all yandere content!!

As a thank you, if I choose your art I will obviously tag you in all the chapters and the new master list as the creator of the fic art. ALSO as an incentive, I will give you a personal gift :) I will give you the first 5ik of either Unsaid Vow or QQ5 (I'll let you decide). Just a one-time favor though, as I do have patrons who pay to beta read and will be the first to get the full chapters once they are completed.

Please just message me any of your submissions, I will respond if I want to use yours.

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maboiisuga

2 years ago

“Are we still on for dinner? I’m free right now”

Time skip Kuroo Tetsurō

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maboiisuga

3 years ago

amazing writing!!!! <3

Important — Matsukawa Issei

No harm in asking a simple question. He asked three, to be exact. Couldn’t hurt so, why were you running?

warnings: stalking, harassment, creep!Mattsun, mentions of trauma

note: I wrote this with mattsun in mind, but could actually be anyone

THIS BLOG CONTAINS AND INTERACTS WITH DARK CONTENT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT // 18+ ONLY

He thought you looked cute. All frolicky and giddy in your little skirt, thighs soft and plump as your high socks hugged them tight making them spill out a little.

He watched you as you said goodbye to your friends, waited for them to go, leaving you all by yourself at this hour when the sun’s already gone down and the streets are less busied.

That’s when he thought to ask for directions. Asking for your name afterwards was just… small talk. Sure he knew which way to go even before he had asked you but he couldn’t help it, he just wanted you to become aware of his existence. His face. His voice. Him.

“Where are you headed?” he asked you, and he asked you again when you started to back away, his voice deep and breathy, eyes fixated on yours as you came up with your little excuses on how you’re waiting for a friend, or actually, it’s getting late and you should just get home.

Which one was it? Lie better, little girl.

But it’s not like he’s never heard any of that before.

He let you leave, or rather, he gave you a headstart, letting you reach a ‘safer’ distance from him as he watched your back. You picked up the pace, but the both of you were dangerously in sync, and you turned around only to find that he’s still there—you haven’t lost him.

You’ve earned yourself a shadow.

That’s when you started running. If only you could see the look of horror in your face. Not only were you aware of him, now you also knew of his stamina.

Though he meant no harm, still, you ran. He wasn’t gonna do anything. He wasn’t gonna hurt you. He just wanted to be important to you.

Important. That’s all he needed from you. And now that he’s sure he was, he let you be.

Because now, he knew you’d look for him every time you’re out in public. When you walk past a dark alleyway. When you’re lost in a crowd and you’ll always swear you saw his face again.

Finally, it’s onto the next one he’d want to introduce himself to—onto the next one he’d want to be important to.

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maboiisuga

3 years ago

ME NECESITA. ¹

PAIRING | akaashi keiji x fem!reader x kuroo tetsurō

GENRE | fluff, smut (18+)

AU | FRIENDS TO LOVERS

WARNINGS | TIME SKIP MANGA SPOILERS + NSFW! minors dni! alcohol & drinking, pwp, threesome, oral (f & m receiving), double penetration, anal, bondage, toy usage, edging, cockwarming, overstimulation, rough sex in general?? throat fucking, pet name 'kitten' is used.

WORD COUNT | 13.3k (this part 6.5k)

SUMMARY | in which it's almost a simile to compare the chase of love to dancing; at the very least, akaashi keiji and kuroo tetsurō exhibited it that way. and as the two men have a new year's resolution that must be met before the clock chimes at midnight, your movements with the music won't wait. you just need them.

BONUS | the songs used in this fic are: me necesita by PRETTYMUCH, CNCO & slow down by chase atlantic. you can also listen to the regular versions, but the slowed & reverb vers. hit different and i listened to that while writing the fic so feel free to listen for full effect while reading ;)

PART ONE [ 1/2 ] | PART TWO

KUROO GREW UP WITH A BUSY LIFE ASSOCIATED WITH VOLLEYBALL AND ACTION IN THE FREE CITY OF TOKYO. The sport was the center of his existence for as long as he could remember. Naturally, he’s expected to pursue it in a more professional route after high school. However, volleyball was fun while it lasted. It wasn’t something he could see himself pursuing for even more years into his future when it took up all his time growing up. His love never died out for the sport, though.

This is why, in the present, he works as an employee with the Japan Volleyball Association and Sports Promotion Vision in the city of Tokyo, Japan. Both branches happen to be in the same building, so he’s comfortable in his work position and office. And it also happens to be convenient for him as his two close friends from high school work at the Shonen Jump Manga Magazine company building right across the street from him, you and Akaashi.

Akaashi was a good friend of Kuroo’s in high school, although they both attended different high schools in Tokyo, he played as a setter in a team that constantly played and practiced with Nekoma, the school both Kuroo and you attended at the time. Akaashi, however, was only a year younger than you when you were third years. Still, Akaashi and Kuroo became friends as they spent plenty of time together and against each other in games.

You were a childhood friend of Kuroo’s, who’d grown up with him through middle school and high school, up until the present day where you work at buildings right across from each other. You used to be the manager for Kuroo’s volleyball team back in the day, and you’d become friends with Akaashi over the first training camp between the two teams. You’d discovered that Akaashi and you shared the same dream of working as editors with a popular Manga company in Tokyo, not expecting it to come true and for the both of you to become co-workers. Although Akaashi more or so edited, you worked on the drawings and art of the Manga.

You will never fail to admit how much you enjoyed Kuroo and Akaashi’s company on a daily basis, as you all typically went to get lunch together weekly and found yourselves catching up. They had become a huge part of your life and you could not possibly see them leaving your life either. Although you had spent more time in your life with Kuroo, up until the present you’d gotten to know Akaashi on a closer level as you became co-workers. So you would say you and the two men shared the same level of friendship.

The men would lie if they both ever said they’d not once had feelings for you. How could they not—? You could only be described as the perfect woman for both of them. They would lie if they’d not once thought about you while they’ve been in countless arms of other women. They would lie if they said they would even risk their friendship with you just to be with you.

But they’d also be lying if they said they could bear losing you. You’d become such an important person in their lives and the thought of not seeing you ever again is what drove Akaashi and Kuroo to remain on their side of the friend zone and let their feelings go.

You did say you were very close with them. But not close to the point where you’d share all your hopes and dreams... and secrets. There are things in your friendship with both of them that you’d rather keep to yourself and prefer they would not find out.

You were a chaser. You were a chaser for the thrill, for your culture, for your heart to race. You were adventurous, extroverted, and found it easy to let people fall at your heels to please you. You’re the type to strive for more when you have enough. Another quality that made both Kuroo and Akaashi swoon yet holds themselves back from you. And the way your heart races with adrenaline and euphoria is by far the best feeling you long for.

And that is what music did to you. A thrill. A mystery. A secret. It’s something that belongs deep inside you... that they can’t get to, that they can’t touch. That’s yours.

Right?

Dancing.

Yes, dancing. The Manga artist in the morning becomes a free dancer in the night.

(No, not stripping, get your head out of the gutter.)

It’s something fueled with more passion and... heat than that. The music takes your body in different directions and it’s almost as intoxicating as the feeling of being on the high of sex. It oozes confidence and adventure. Music and dance can tell a story, or exhibit how you feel with the way your body and limbs move in harmony and just click subconsciously. That’s something you can’t explain to anyone. Therefore, it’s better off if no one knows.

It was something that was yours. Only yours.

So you kept your lips sealed when Kuroo and Akaashi asked you what you were planning on doing on Saturday night to celebrate the new year.

“Mmm,” You hummed as you ate your pasta bowl. “M’busy this weekend, hangin’ out with my girlfriends.”

Kuroo raised an eyebrow.

“Since when did you have female friends?” Kuroo retorted, causing you to hit his shoulder playfully.

“You guys have met F/N...?”

“You said plural, and she doesn’t count,” Akaashi added, stuffing his face with rice, glasses shifting up to his nose as his face crinkled. “Last we saw her was over a year ago, and you said you guys barely hung out anymore.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, we’d like to meet them,” Kuroo said as he swallowed his food.

“Too bad,” You say cheekily. “It’s uhh- a girl’s night thing, okay? No boys.”

“Aww,” Kuroo said as he and Akaashi frowned at you. “That is too bad. But we’re your friends too, and it’s the new year!”

“I spend New Years’ every year with you guys!” You suggest. “This time, I wanna spend it with my other friends, is that so bad?”

“Yes,” Kuroo and Akaashi state in unison.

You roll your eyes as you get up to throw away your food, going back to the table. You thought back, however, that it’s somewhat inconvenient that New Years’ will be on a Saturday night. Something tells you that Saturday night is going to be hectic… or, rather, more interesting.

“What do you two have planned?” You turn the topic to them.

“We’re…” Kuroo trailed off, looking at Akaashi. “We’re going near Tokyo tower to see the fireworks or something.”

“Or something?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, truthfully, we don’t know what we’re doing. That’s why we were hoping…” Akaashi trailed off, looking at you.

“Absolutely not,” You scoff. “You guys enjoy the fireworks. Me on the other hand, I’m getting ripped tonight— R-I-P that—!”

“God you’re annoying,” Kuroo groaned as he interrupted you.

“Rude,” you retort, standing up. “Well, I have to get back to work. I’ll see you later Keiji, bye Tetsu~!”

Akaashi and Kuroo watched you walk away, missing the way your hips swayed as you did.

“Well, what are we really gonna do?” Akaashi asks, raising a brow at Kuroo who only sighs.

“Not gonna lie,” Kuroo starts. “I was hoping I’d start the new year off with a hot chick with long hair I could grip in my bed.”

“Your New Year's resolutions never fail to not surprise me anymore,” Akaashi groaned in disgust at his friend, causing Kuroo to chuckle.

“To be fair, every lonely guy in Tokyo wants sex at once that clock hits midnight— you gotta start the year off right.”

“Nope, just you,” Akaashi retorted.

“You know what, ‘Kaashi?” Kuroo suggests. “Saturday night, our first New Year’s resolution is to get laid right off the bat. I’m talkin’ hook up until the clock hits 12:00 AM on January first. What do you say?”

“I’m good, thanks,” Akaashi bluntly stated.

“C’mon!” Kuroo whined at his unamused friend. “Don’t be a pussy, let’s get some on Saturday.”

“I’m perfectly fine watching the fireworks at the new year from my apartment, thanks.”

“That’s lame and overrated,” Kuroo points out. “C’mon, you need to get laid, pal. It’s been a while, clearly.”

“What do you want me to say? Work has been hectic, especially ‘cause of the new year. Highly doubt I have the time just yet,” Akaashi rolled his eyes.

“Well, I’m not doing anything Saturday night by myself— and that’s lame.” Kuroo groaned dramatically. “You’re coming with me to this bar I’ve yet to try out a few blocks away!”

“Kuroo-san, just go by yourself, alright?” Akaashi says boringly, wrapping his leftovers in a bag. “I’ll probably just stay at home and do some extra work, and see the fireworks through my window.”

Kuroo slightly pouted, seeing there’s no use.

“Suit yourself,” Kuroo nodded, getting up to throw away his trash, Akaashi following him to bid him goodbye before returning to their work buildings as lunch ended.

The rest of the workday rolled by in a blur. A hazy and blurry vision that can be permitted through Akaashi's occasional glances and longing gazes as he watched you maneuver around their office space and received New Year's gifts from the company team and your branch co-workers. Receiving multiple wishes for a safe new year's and, as much as he loathed hearing it, coworkers overstepping boundaries and asking for your plans that you have planned for the celebration. Akaashi was taken back when you brushed them off with 'nothing major.' Maybe you didn't want to spend time with them as much anymore, and he would need to accept that. But all he can do from this point on is ... watch.

Just sit back and watch, Akaashi.

“Thanks, you too!” You giggled at the roses your co-worker gave you as you were exiting the building with Akaashi.

“Happy New Year, L/N and Akaashi-san!” Your manager bids you both goodnight as you get inside the elevator, wishing him the same as he left through the staircases.

You smiled in content as the elevator closed, satisfied as you held the gifts your co-workers handed you on your way out. They were cute. Rose bunches and a bouquet in one hand, the other holding a small teddy bear and sweets, including a necklace given to you by one of your co-workers who is clearly interested in you (not that you were interested in him, though).

Akaashi looked at the gifts you received, feeling a bit guilty he’d only gotten you a card with a cute Shiba puppy on it, with a sweet and sincere note from him. Kuroo had gotten you a box of chocolates during lunch, but you already snacked on it during the rest of your day at work. He, however, treasured the red tie you bought for both him and Kuroo. It was simple red silk but it somewhat meant a lot to him.

“‘You both wear the same ugly patterned ties every single day!’ You had said. ‘Here, wear these. They’re sexy and professional.’”

He smiles, remembering you handing it to them during lunch wrapped delicately in wrapping paper, a soft red ribbon enclosing it. The ribbon had clipped a small card, with a genuine letter from you, telling them to have a safe and happy new year, and that every year you’re grateful to have them in your life.

Little did you know how much those small words in the card, or the smiley face you drew at the end of the note, did to their hearts. Your small acts of kindness and gratitude never fail to put a smile on their miserable faces dragged by daily work. You’re the light in their life, in a way. You’d always been. Every little thing about you made their hearts race.

But you can’t know that...

Akaashi swore he would wear that tie every single day starting next week. It meant that much to him. He knew it was wrong to become attached to a small article of clothing that wasn't meant in that manner. It's not as if he's fantasized about what he could possibly allow the soft red fabric to tie around your wrists as he gripped it in his hand, tugging if you misbehave—!

You let out a puff of air in the cold winter sky of the night, as your heels clicked against the pavement, walking closely to Akaashi. He radiated some warmth, along with the fur coat you hugged tightly against your body.

“So,” You broke the silence in the cool air. “Have you decided what you’re doing for New Year’s yet or—?”

“I’ll probably just finish up on some extra work,” Akaashi stated cooly, his hands in his pockets. “If I’m feeling lucky, I’ll just watch the fireworks from my window or something.”

You frowned at Akaashi, bumping against his shoulder.

“C’mon, Keiji!” You exclaimed. “It’s New Year’s! You should go out and do something fun— let loose a little, you work too hard.”

Akaashi chuckled at your pouty attitude, you were just too cute. It’s unbelievably hard to even say no to you. But Akaashi wanted you to ask him. He wanted you to make the approach for once and ask him to be with you on New Year’s.

But just you two…

“I don’t really have much else to do, so,” He trailed off.

“No!” You pouted. “You have to do something fun. Think— what is your idea of fun?”

“Watching a shark documentary,” Akaashi joked, causing you to groan.

“You’re one sad man, Keiji Akaashi,” You made fun, causing Akaashi to scoff, bumping into your shoulder. "Forget I asked—!"

Akaashi chuckled softly as he shrugged against your warm shoulder, inhaling sharply in the crisp air of the night.

“I’m serious!” You exclaimed. “I won’t hang out with you guys this time, you need to have fun without me.”

“Who said I won’t have fun without you?” Akaashi teased, causing you to hit his shoulder playfully again.

“Nah,” you laughed. “You both would be nothing without me.”

That’s true.

“Told ya!” You agreed with his blunt response, giggling.

Did he just say that out loud—?

Akaashi blushed, not saying anything afterward. He pouted mentally as he realized you both had just reached the doorstep of your apartment complex. You stopped in your tracks, facing Akaashi now, with a warm smile on your face.

“I’m being truthful, Keiji,” You murmured. “Please think of something fun to do?”

You’re so cute when you beg… you’re so cute when you pout because you can’t get what you want… You're just so cute.

“I’ll try,” Akaashi said, giving you a smile back just as contagious. Brat can't even drop it already.

You’re so innocent.

Right?

“Yay!” You exclaimed, wrapping your arms around him, sighing as he wrapped his arms around your back, lightly breathing in your scent. Akaashi could only hope you didn’t hear his heart race against his chest. You always find a way to get his heart racing and your little innocent acts of being friendly is all he latched onto because he knew he wouldn’t be able to experience the real thing.

But he dreams, maybe.

“Don’t have too much fun without me!” You giggled as you got up the steps, waving goodbye to him as you buzzed into the complex and the door closed behind you.

Akaashi sighed as he continued walking back to his apartment complex, on his own. Feeling cold all of a sudden now that you weren’t walking by his side anymore. As he got lost in his head about you again, he sighed in defeat. Knowing fully well that he’d have to come to the conclusion that getting over his feelings for you will just have to be his new year’s resolution. Whether he liked it or not. And that's what brought him to pick up his phone and speed dial Kuroo’s number, taken back at his quick response to the call.

“Hey man,” Akaashi murmured through the other line. “I changed my mind.”

Unbeknownst to him, the guy on the other line just had the same new year’s resolution. He just hadn’t realized it yet.

Well, the realization would have to come sooner than they both would expect.

Saturday night rolled around faster than Akaashi would have liked to admit. It wasn’t like he wasn’t looking forward to it, it’s just that he dreaded even attempting to get you off his mind. He spent New Years’ almost every year with you. It just probably hurts more as he’s been thinking about you a lot more this year than the last, it’s just increasing by the year.

Maybe it was a good thing, he’d tried to tell himself. Maybe it’s for the best. He can’t risk losing your friendship, it meant more than having a romantic relationship with you. And he knew that was the right thing.

Actually, both he and Kuroo knew that.

Unlike Akaashi, Kuroo had developed feelings for you just after you graduated and basically parted ways as you’d started working different jobs. Regardless if you work at buildings across from each other, and get the chance to see each other typically during lunch or some hangouts during the weekend- you’d had different directions in your life now, and a part of him envied Akaashi for getting to work with you in the same place, every single day, practically morning tonight. That might explain his feelings, just the fact he’s adjusting to not getting the chance to see you as much as he’d like to like you both were in high school. And maybe that’s why Akaashi’s feelings grow stronger every day.

Akaashi sighed to himself as he adjusted his red tie, his breath hitching in his throat at the thought of your hands around his tie that you gifted to him not only a few hours ago.

Of course, he wore it, what did you expect of him?

He opened the door as Kuroo had knocked on it, opening it to view him typing at his phone.

“We should hurry if we don’t want to wait in line at the bar,” Kuroo said, typing still at his phone. “Apparently there’s this performance or whatever and people are lining up like crazy. And ‘cause of New Years’.”

Akaashi hummed as he locked the door. Kuroo looked up and smirked at Akaashi’s tie.

“You’re wearing it too huh?” Kuroo tugged at his own that he currently wore as well. Their clothes were different, but the ties clearly matched.

“Yeah,” Akaashi sighed. “I won’t get to see her tonight so. In her memory, I guess.”

“You’re making it sound like she died or something,” Kuroo rolled his eyes. “You’re right. It’ll be like she’s kinda with us, but not really.”

He’s not going to see you or get the chance to be with you tonight, might as well wear something that reminds them of you. Again, not because you're dead or anything.

You bit at your bottom lip as you tried your best to muster your nerves. Your thighs slightly shook from being stressed as you stood backstage, smoothing out the soft material of your tight and long red dress, looking out onto the illuminated stage in the dim-lit bar. Wincing slightly as you clenched your toes in your red bottoms.

“Oi,” Your friend F/N approached you from behind, handing you a glass of water, which you grabbed and forced down your throat, slightly calming down but … not really. She also happened to own the bar; the bar that you’re going to perform at any moment now.

“What are you so nervous about? You’ve done this before multiple times.”

You sighed at the cold sensation of the liquid, still not enough to calm your nerves. Perhaps you need to be buzzed? It is a bar after all.

Not if you want to trip on stage, you pout.

“Yeah, I know,” You breathe. “It’s just New Years’, there are more people here tonight than the other nights.”

“You’ll be fine,” F/N rolled her eyes. “Just take deep breaths and calm yourself down before you go on stage.”

You nodded as you sat down on the chair on the sides of the curtain.

“I’m gonna go out and welcome everybody, you just relax, ‘ight?”

F/N patted your back before her heels clicked on stage, the attendees of the bar erupting in cheers, howls, and claps.

“Welcome back to Opium, ladies, gents, and … thems,” F/N smirked. “The New Year is approaching in a couple of hours, let’s end the year right, eh?”

Clinks of drinks and drunk slurring can be heard among the audience, making her chuckle.

“Tonight, we’ve got a couple of performances to keep you entertained throughout the night and start the new year off with good decisions!” She giggled. “I can’t promise good decisions, you are at a bar in the middle of Tokyo, I suggest you have the most fun you possibly can.”

“Starting at midnight, you can order the new drinks from the bar! If you want my advice, don’t try the rebel vodka. You’ll be buzzed ‘till the next year rolls around,” She giggles. “Speakin’ of performances, two of my longtime best friends are performing tonight, so be loud for me, ok?”

Akaashi and Kuroo shivered in the cold night air. How much longer did they have to stand in the cold? The line was long and unbearable, they’d been standing in line for over an hour, freezing their jingle bells off. Their shoes and jackets could only muster up so much warmth, and the teeth chattering could not make patience last as long.

“Look, man, maybe we should go to some other bar?” Akaashi suggested, getting more irritated by the minute.

He stared at the large neon sign, spelling out “Opium.” It sounded intoxicating, just as much as he thought about getting drunk and maybe getting you off his mind.

“No, look- there’s not much longer left,” Kuroo shivered. “Plus, we’ve already been waiting an hour.”

Akaashi groaned as he tried to move in his place, muster up some warmth, or at least try to drown out the loud noises of the people standing in line.

“How many more we got waiting, Aone?” F/N peeked her head outside of the doors of the bar, eyes widening at the long line waiting, but a smile on her face. She’d only opened the bar for five months, but business was booming.

“Erm- A lot, boss,” The large muscular bodyguard with grey hair and no eyebrows stated with a neutral expression on his face, might even look intimidating or grumpy. “Do you want me to tell them to go home?”

“No, big guy!” F/N chuckled. “I can just smell their money, keep ‘em waiting. Maybe even ask the new guy to play some loud music outside to keep ‘em entertained while they wait. Even take a few requests.”

Aone nodded and motioned for the new bodyguard to turn on the speakers outside the bar. As F/N was about to go inside, she spotted two oddly familiar locks of black hair, standing in line, one longer and spiker than the other.

Her smile widened as she called out.

“KUROO-SAN! AKAASHI-SAN~!”

The men freezing in their spot turned at the loud yelling of their name, squinting their eyes as they tried to recognize the voice, eyes widening as F/N approached them with glee.

“It’s been a while, eh?”

“F/N!?” They both exclaimed, glad to see a familiar face, but also questioned in confusion.

What was she doing at the bar? Were you here?

“Hey, boys!” She cheered, hugging them both. “Here to see Y/N, eh~? I didn’t think she’d invite you this year but, the more the merrier!”

“We didn’t know, she said she was having a girls’ night- we didn’t think she’d be at the bar…” Kuroo explained, trailing off, confused himself.

“Girls night?” F/N tilted her head in confusion. “You think she has other female friends - other than me? Nonsense.”

Akaashi and Kuroo still remained confused, causing F/N to laugh.

“You mean you don’t-” She switched looking at them back and forth. “You don’t know that she’s performing tonight?”

“Performing?” Kuroo and Akaashi questioned in unison, causing F/N to smirk.

“Ya know what?” She smiles, wanting to leave the rest up to the imagination, knowing it’ll be priceless. “You just take a seat at my bar in the audience, and see for yourself.”

F/N mentally laughed at the fact her friend still hadn’t told her two best friends about what she’s typically up to on most Saturday nights. Pussy.

“I’m sorry, did you just say your bar?” Kuroo said in disbelief, Akaashi not processing it. “Since when have you owned a bar?!”

“Since my fiancé bought it for me for our anniversary,” She shrugged. “Alright, my tits are freezing, follow me.”

Performing? Y/N was a singer? Akaashi thought to himself, not listening to Kuroo and F/N talk. No, he shook his head. She is horrible at singing, especially when you tried to sing that one song by Red Velvet when you were drunk at his place. You practically ruined his hearing that night, but he doesn’t have the heart to tell you that.

“Aone,” F/N stopped in her tracks, speaking to the large bodyguard the boys following behind her at the entrance couldn’t see just yet. “Let these two in, okay? And get someone to find them their seats.”

The large grey-haired bodyguard nodded, motioning for both Kuroo and Akaashi to go inside, taking a moment to stare at them as he recognized who they are. They recognized who he was before he even had the chance to nod a simple and neutral hello. Once he guided them inside, Akaashi spoke up.

“Wasn’t that the middle blocker who used to be the Iron wall at Date Tech?!”

“Why do you think I almost shit my pants?” Kuroo mumbled as they took their seats, a really pretty waitress coming by their table and offering them tall glasses of water and four tequila shots.

Kuroo eyed her body up and down, down bad. She had curved hips, big tits, and definitely eyed him as well. Perhaps he’ll get his resolution tonight after all.

“We didn’t order these,” Kuroo pointed out with a smirk.

“Courtesy of the owner,” She winked, before walking away, glad to see Kuroo’s eyes at her ass.

Akaashi wasn’t even paying attention. All he could think about is what you would be doing… performing? Performing what? He’s on the edge of his seat, his hands gripping the glass of water until his knuckles turned white.

“Will you chill out?” Kuroo chuckled at his friend’s anxiety, taking a shot, groaning at the sharp feeling. “I’m sure it’s not a big deal. Probably just karaoke or somethin’.”

Akaashi nodded, letting out a puff of air that had more warmth than earlier. The bar door open still left the bar cold, but not as bad as it was outside. He too downed a shot, his face scrunching up from the stinging, feeling more warmth and slightly buzzed.

“Then again,” Kuroo added as he shrugged off his jacket, getting accustomed to the heat of the bar. “It’ll be amusing to see her trip on stage if she’s drunk.”

Akaashi didn’t say much to Kuroo’s words. He was just unbelievably curious. He’s barely known you to do anything out of your comfort zone. And to him, it seems as if doing simple karaoke is out of the question.

Moments later F/N stood back up on the stage and the audience at the bar quieted down.

“Alright!” She cheered. “Our first performance of the night is someone very dear to me, who comes in on Saturday nights sometimes and gets hammered off the vodka. Give it up!”

Kuroo and Akaashi looked up to the stage as the audience cheered and as the lights dim among them.

Y/N?

Your feet bounced behind the stage, taking slow breaths as you got into your position behind the curtains. You let your hands hang in the air, twisted, fingers fluttering- your back arching and your leg stepped to the side, heels clicking. You could faintly hear F/N announce you as the first performer of the night, slightly easing at the joke she left at the end. You were ready to dance. Your red dress rode up your thigh a bit as you moved your leg to the side when the stage curtain unfolded, revealing your arched backside, and the audience softly whistling and cheering in the back of your ear.

Kuroo and Akaashi’s jaws practically fell to the floor as they recognized your appearance on stage almost immediately. Eyes raking your backside with the red dress clinging to your breasts, outlining her figure, and raking the curves of your body with the most immaculate view— and your ass just perfectly shaped out.

Akaashi felt as if his eyes deceived him- well, they both felt that way- there’s absolutely no way that was you. No way. But all was thrown out the window, almost feeling like a slap to the face, the moment you spun around, your hair swaying in the air and your hazy eyes glittery with the stage lighting.

And thus, the speakers boomed with the Latin-pop music and the beats thumping into their hearts as you began to move with the music.

Tu juego me sube y me baja como te conviene...

You swayed your hips from afar, you were far from Kuroo and Akaashi’s reach, not that you even knew they were there. Part of it is what made you feel more carefree. Up until recently, you felt as if your choices were influenced by the men in your life. This was something you wanted to yourself, carefree for yourself. It wasn’t something where you would connect with the audience, it wasn’t where you would choose to interact if you did not want to. Rather, you let the music guide your moves, your breaths increasing with every hard twitch in your moves as you matched the beats.

Cerquita en donde pueda oírte y hacer que te quedes…

As your breaths increased, subconsciously, Akaashi and Kuroo did too. You were mesmerizing. Every sway of your hips, every click of your heels- mentally sent them into a frenzy. Have you always moved like that? Have you always had the flexible ability to almost look as if the music moved to you, not the other way around?

‘Cause you got me countin’ the ways…

Maybe it was the hot atmosphere, maybe it was the lyrics they couldn’t understand to save a life, maybe it was seeing you in this new atmosphere but Kuroo and Akaashi’s eyes hazed up, you had officially taken over their minds. They both wanted you just the same.

“Fuck.” Both Kuroo and Akaashi breathed out in unison, ignoring each other.

Nothing more clouded their minds than the fact they are simply lusting over your dancing as a sexual and passionate act they’d wish they knew before. They thought about the ways you could please them with every passing hot movement that emitted from your hypnotizing movement.

Can your arch her back like that if I fuck into you mercilessly?

Ah. Of course, that’s the first thing they can think of. But the heat and glow can almost radiate off your neck, your thighs, your curved tits popping into the dress and it clouded their minds. Can you project the passion and sexual tension into the real thing?

I mean, can they imagine?

Uno.

Your hips twitched to the side, the curving of your ass became more prominent, causing Akaashi to bite his lip as his eyes raked your figure from afar. He took another shot, feeling hot all of a sudden.

Dos.

You arched your back, your breasts looking more popped up through the cleavage line of your dress, causing Kuroo’s eyes to darken as he raked his eyes over your front. Kuroo took another shot, feeling his throat burn much like his desires.

Tres.

You threw her head back, your eyes darting in their direction, not actually seeing them- but time simply stopped as your eyes narrowed towards them from the side. Your chin tilted, making your jawline ready to cut into their strong gazes, just as sharp, exposing the bare skin of your collarbone, and your neck that they could feel their lips want to attack.

She come back...

They both took their last shots, feeling buzzed and hot. So hot. It can’t just be you, right?

Me necesita.

… She needs me.

Or perhaps… it’s mutual… both ways? You swayed with the music once more to the main chorus, feeling forgotten around your atmosphere of the bar, forgetting your responsibility, not even noticing the fact that the last two people you wanted to be there- subconsciously kept up with your movements.

Maybe you liked the attention after all.

“Mamacita!” Some random guy from the audience whistles, causing you to blush but groan at the same time. Men.

The song was over in mere moments- the act couldn’t go on forever, as much as they had enjoyed it and could find themselves watching you twirl not so innocently for hours. Part of it nipped at Akaashi and Kuroo, you liked doing this? What drove you to do this when you’ve shown you’re perfectly happy with your profession at work? Surely, you can’t be getting paid to do this.

Akaashi’s knuckles could have lost circulation from the way he gripped the table, needing to compose himself.

Neither of them got hard, that’s too weird for the moment. But emotionally, maybe emotionally if they had an inner dick, it’d be standing up. Much as they did now, as soon as everyone clapped at the end of your performance, your chest was heaving with breaths, Akaashi and Kuroo stood up along the audience. But they didn’t clap.

They couldn’t bring themselves to move. Their raked your breasts moving up and down as you caught your breath from the intense body movements you projected on stage, imagining quite a more erotic scenario where they’d want to see you left breathless.

And that’s when you saw them. That’s when your eyes caught both of theirs and your breath hitched in your throat. You couldn’t read their expressions through the dimmed lights- but you can clearly see that they were beyond impressed.

You didn’t know why your lips moved on their own as you smirked and sent a wink towards their way, seeing them both stiffen in their spots, before disappearing backstage.

Akaashi and Kuroo were done left speechless.

“Alright, that was Y/N!” F/N got back up on stage after you left. “No, you can’t have her number!” She yelled at the man whistling in the audience.

“Our next performer of the night is gonna play a couple of songs, and, like me, is an alumnus from Shiratorizawa in the Miyagi prefecture!” F/N announced cheerily.

“Please welcome one of my dearest friends, Semi~! And his band-that-I-don’t-know-the-name-of-sorry."

Akaashi and Kuroo waited still at their table anxiously. Akaashi’s feet bounced under the table, and Kuroo’s knees shook. Maybe it was the cold, maybe it was the anxiety of being caught when you had told them you didn’t want to spend time on New Years’. Maybe they should have left. Maybe they shouldn’t have stayed through the whole performance, lord knows they mentally barely handled it.

Why did you keep this a secret?

Akaashi’s eyes kept scanning the crowd for 20 minutes as they sat and waited. What… were they waiting for, exactly?

You can’t just leave, Kuroo thought. You saw them, he’s positive you did. Otherwise, why would you smirk at the audience or send a mischievous wink towards their direction? You can’t have just left after… all of that.

Then again, they don’t know what to expect of you. Maybe you’ve always been like this new mysterious… career? They don’t even know what to call it. As far as they’re concerned, they don’t even know much about you at this rate like they thought they did.

As if you could read their thoughts, they both felt your hands snake their way behind their backs, slightly rubbing at their shoulders, they could feel your breath at their neck- they could even say they smelt you as your fragrance filled their senses.

They thought they knew you too well.

“Hey, boys,” You giggled behind them, your hands remaining on their shoulders. They immediately snapped their heads to look at you, panicked expressions are written all over their faces. “Funny seeing you here.”

“W-We didn’t know you’d be here, we planned to go here but-!”

You chuckled with a smirk, causing their heartbeats to quicken, gripping their shoulders. Maybe it affected Akaashi a bit more.

“Don’t worry about it,” You assured them, moving to grab the chair on Kuroo’s right to seat yourself right in between them. “I’m glad you came, actually.”

Now Kuroo and Akaashi were speechless again.

“Really?” Akaashi asked, you only chuckled and nodded.

“I know this may have come as a shock to you guys,” You blushed. “But I’ve always done dancing- and, well, when F/N opened up her bar she offered extra cash for performances and stuff. And I hadn’t danced as well in a long time, so I got back into it. I just wanted something fun in my life other than my current job- which, I love, don’t get me wrong- but… dancing makes me feel… free. That’s all I can really say.”

Kuroo and Akaashi could only nod in understanding, they wished they had other hobbies as well besides work which only takes up 80% of their time.

“And I didn’t really tell you both since it wasn’t a big deal,” You giggled. “But, yeah…”

You trailed off, leaning on the table, hoping they’d say something…

“Y-You did really good, Y/N,” Akaashi broke the silence after a while, coughing awkwardly.

“Y-Yeah,” Kuroo stated dumbfoundedly. “You looked.. pretty … cool up there.”

Kuroo internally cringed at his choice of words. But he also did not want to scare you away. Neither of them did. What they had really wanted to say was how fucking hot and amazing you looked and danced and how you practically, cheesily, swayed your way into their hearts.

Maybe it was symbolic. Maybe it was not.

You slightly frowned, expecting bigger praises, something more than just ‘cool,’ but you knew they were awkward, so you settled for a flattering laugh and thanked them dearly. You knew they meant it, and that’s all that mattered.

“So,” you broke the awkward silence after a moment. “Who wants vodka?”

“Not me,” Akaashi shook his head aggressively.

“Ah,” you looked at the empty tequila shot glasses. “You guys are already buzzed, still— let’s have some fun! On me, okay?”

Kuroo and Akaashi’s eyes widened, but they nodded nonetheless. It’s the new year, after all— and they're celebrating it both with the one person on their minds every year.

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maboiisuga

1 year ago

Do you know anything i can donate to for palestine that's not the gofundmes because the idea of having to choose who needs my money more is just. scary to me they all need it 3: maybe there's a thing that splits/distributes money evenly???? idk but help would be appreciated

Gazafunds actually deals with this anxiety and makes a decision for you if you want. Their home page has a spotlighted fundraiser and the code consider things like how close the gfm is to finishing, when the most recent donation is, etc. So it's randomized to help as many people as possible.

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Gaza Funds

There's also @helpgazachildren which if you donate, you can help multiple people at once since it's a whole mutual aid fund, or at least close to it. Hussam distributes money to people who need it when he's asked.

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