「JEALOUSY」 | Ushijima Wakatoshi

SUMMARY: You and your boyfriend Ushijima, as well as the rest of the national volleybal team, went to a friend's weeding that was being held at a hotel. You and Ushi decide to book a room for the night so you wouldn't have to drunk drive and be able to enjoy the party, but you had other plans for the night.

WARNINGS: rough sex, oral sex (male!receiving), degradading, edging, bandage play, choking, spanking, masochism, orgasm control, vaginal penetration, breeding.

AO3 | WATTPAD

“You workout?” I ask, putting my hand on his bicep.

“Yeah, you noticed?”

“How could I not? I bet your muscles look amazing under this shirt.” I smirk, gripping my hand a little on him.

“I can show them to you since you’re so interested.”

“I’d love it if you did.”

I take a sip of my drink and look to the side. Ushijima is sitting a few tables away from us, his olive strong eyes fixed on me, analyzing every single move I make. It’s obvious how angry he is, judging from the way his fingers are turning white around the cup he holds, his jaw clenched, exalting his bone. Hoshiumi, Atsumu and Suna, who are sitting beside Ushi, take turns looking at me and him, clearly enjoying the show of jealousy going on.

I put my cup down and get closer to the man next to me, lips slightly brushing against his ear. I side eye my jealous boyfriend and smile innocently.

“Do you wanna dance?”

“Sure!”

I get up and grab his hand, dragging him to the dance floor with me. I receive a bunch of confused and surprised looks from the guys in the volleyball team as I put my hands behind the man's neck and start dancing with him, bodies almost touching. He puts his hands on my hips, and we move in the rhythm of the music that’s playing in the background. Eyes run through my body as I dance, the sexual tension between us could be felt by anyone in this party, even though it’s just an act on my part. I glance at Ushijima and turn around, pressing my back on the guy’s chest and seductively moving my ass against his hips. We stay like that for a while until I feel a firm hand around my arm, pulling me away from the guy.

“Hey, bro! This one is already taken, go find another bitch for you!”

“What the fuck did you just call her?” Ushi hovers over the guy. The difference between their body proportions is astronomic, the man looks like an ant next to my boyfriend. Scared, the guy gulps and quickly walks away,

Without a word, Ushijima grabs my arm again and drags me out of there. I struggle to keep up with him, considering his legs are almost twice as big as mine. I look at the table he was at, the three curious men gossip with each other while staring at me and Ushi with widened eyes. I smile widely at them, proud to achieve my goal. Atsumu's jaw drops, and he mouths ‘you crazy bitch’ as we walk past them.

“Good luck, Y/n!” I hear Suna say.

Ushi’s hand grips firmly around my arm and I know it’s gonna leave a mark on it. He takes us out of the salon and into the elevator, pressing the bottom of the floor our hotel room is. I can still hear the loud music playing, gradually getting lower as we go up. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even look at me directly. I smirk to myself, at least now I have his attention.

The door opens and he switches his hand from my arm to my lower back, pushing me forward to make me walk ahead of him. We get to our room and he quickly opens the door. I walk in calmly, despite the fact that any and everything can happen to me now that we’re alone. He slams the door closed, the sound could probably be heard from a few floors beside ours.

Suddenly, I feel a hand around my neck and I’m abruptly pinned into the wall.

“Are you crazy?” He asks, his face only a few inches from mine, looking directly at my eyes. His grip on my neck gets harder. I can feel the blood on my face, making it hotter, along with an overwhelming pressure that makes my eyes go to the back of my head for a moment. “What the fuck were you thinking? Embarrassing me in front of my colleagues, my friends. Is that what you wanted? Or you wanted to get dicked down by a random guy? You really think he could fuck you like I do?” He chuckles under his breath. “You’re nothing but a stupid little slut, you should know your place. And I’m gonna make sure you do.”

He takes his hand off of me and walks further in the room, he takes his blazer and throws it to the side, where there’s a little table with two chairs in front of the large window that gives us the view of the large garden behind the hotel. Wakatoshi sits on the edge of the bed and rolls his sleeves up.

“Strip.” He orders, I can still hear the anger in his voice.

I unzip my dress as I walk towards him and let it fall on the ground. I purposely didn’t wear underwear, hoping my plan would lead me to this. He taps on his thigh and I already know what he wants me to do. I lay myself on his lap, face down next to one of his thighs, hips resting on the other, like a little kid who’s getting punished by their parents, kind of what’s going to happen to me right now. Ushi's left hand rests on my ass as the other one goes around my neck, pulling me up a little.

“You thought you would get away with that? Rubbing yourself on the first man you saw? Filthy bitch.” His hand starts caressing my ass a little. “Let me remind you who you belong to.”

With no more words, a powerful sting takes over my ass, making me let out a little scream. I grab a handful of the sheet as I feel a numbness on the spot he just hit. He lets my neck go and I cross my arms under my head to support it. His hand strikes my other cheek, just as hard as the first one, making me clench at the sudden feeling, a stuttered moan taking over the room. I’m used to his spanking, but he usually warns me before doing it so I can prepare myself. I understand he’s doing this to punish me, but he’s actually giving me what I want.

Tears form in my eyes as my skin is violated again, the sting stays longer each time. Wakatoshi’s increasing his strength in every spank, the burn runs from my ass to the rest of my body, making me feel hot. The sounds of his hand on me echoes through the room, along with my screams and moans. Something touches my stomach and I realize he has a boner. I remember clearly when he was hesitant about spanking me when I first proposed it, but as time passed by he started to hit me like he hit his volleyballs. After the fifth hit I lost count of it. I like to keep count so I don’t get high too soon, but tonight isn’t like our usual nights. I can feel the endorphin on my veins, mixed with adrenaline and excitement, making my head full and at the same time empty of any thoughts.

“Ass up.”

I bend my knees a little, making my hips go up in the right height for the last spank. His hand comes down even stronger than all the smacks before, earning a big moan from me. I let myself fall on his thighs again, painting heavily as I feel my ass burning and my body slightly shaking.

“Get up.”

I get out of his lap, struggling to stand up as my flesh stings. It’s going to be hard for me to sit for a while, and he’s not even done with me yet .

He grabs me by the neck and pulls me down, bringing my face close to his. He slams his lips on mine roughly, pushing his tongue inside my mouth mercilessly. His hands travel around my torso hungrily, as if it was the first time he ever touched me. Heat comes out of both our bodies as he explores my mouth, totally exercising his dominance over me, from the way he kisses me I can tell he missed me just as much as I missed him.

“You should open my bag, I brought some things I think you’ll like.” I say, breaking the kiss.

He raises his eyebrow, examining the playful smirk I have on my face. He’s intrigued by what I said but still looks at me with the same anger since he grabbed me downstairs. He gets up and walks to the closet where my handbag is. I sit on the bed, legs crossed as I see him going through it, searching for something that catches his eyes. Suddenly, he stops and scoffs.

“Really, Y/n?” He turns around with the blindfold, vibrator, its controller and rope in his hands. “You brought it for me? Or for the guy you were trying to get with?”

“I’ll let you make your own conclusions.” I smirk.

He looks me in the eyes while getting closer, his stoic eyes show how much he’s done with my bullshit.

“On your knees, hands behind your back.”

His voice sends a shiver down my spine and I obey him. The floor is cold against my legs, a little wave of coldness fights with my heat as I sit on my heels, back tuned to Ushijima. Without wasting time, he starts tying up the rope around me, on my neck, my arms, my torso, around my boobs, my waist, connecting everything on my back. He’s fast but every move is calculated, it’s not the first time he’s done this so he knows exactly how to tie me up. Lastly, he wraps the remaining rope around my wrists, firmly, making it impossible for me to move my arms or my upper body properly.

Ushi sits on the bed in front of me, looking down at me with a subtle smirk on his lips.

“You look pretty when you’re all tied up, but this is a sight only I get to see, understood?”

“Yes, master.”

He cups my cheek with one hand, running his thumb on my bottom lip and pushing it down separating it from my teeth.

“It’s time to put your pretty little mouth to good use.”

He starts unbuckling his pants. I take the time to admire how he looks before me. Even though the first few buttons of his white slim shit are open, the soft fabric is tight around his chest, enhancing his muscles, his arms flex as he works on his belt, the veins on his forearm pop out underneath his skin, his big thighs visibly uncomfortable because of how the pants tighten around them when he sits down.

He pulls the band of his pants down, along with his boxers, letting his erected organ stand in front of my face. With one hand, he grabs my hair so it doesn’t fall on my face, the other takes the base of his dick and positions it on my lips.

I start to kiss his tip softly, looking him in the eyes while tilting my head sideways to deliver open mouth kisses to all his length. His breath gets a little heavier but he tries to hide it, refusing to show any sign of vulnerability to me right now.

“Stop teasing and suck it.” He pulls my hair a little, putting my head up.

I take him in my mouth, slowly sucking his sensitive head before going down. I gag a little as I feel him on the beginning of my throat, I close it a little, wrapping him completely. I stand back struggling a little, I don’t have much stability and I end up gagging every time I go down on him since my hands are tied. He helps me move by pushing hy head on him and pulling back, using my mouth at the pace he wants. Tears start to appear at the corner of my eyes and my throat hurts a little as he hits it. Little groans and deep breaths escape his mouth, I hollow my cheeks and use my tongue as much as I can, making his sweet noises louder. After a few minutes, I feel him twitch a little and look up to him, his head is thrown back and his grip on my hair gets harder. I suck harder on him and he cums on my mouth. The salty warm sticky liquid spread on my tongue and the roof of my mouth, a taste I’m much familiar with. He looks down to me and I proudly swallow his cum, then lick the corner of my lips. His eyes widen a little as he sees me swallowing it, hunger and lust fill his eyes and I know how’s the time he’s going to break me.

He gets up and picks me up from the ground with ease, putting me on the bed, till sitting on my heels. His hand pushes me down on the bed, making me lay on my stomach, and spreads my legs a little. I feel the tip of the vibrator on my entrance, my heart beats faster because of the anxiety and the toy enters me quickly, making my breath hitch. Wakatoshi pulls me by the rope, making me sit in my previous position and turns me around to face him. The satin fabric covers my eyes and my other senses get sharper to compensate for the loss of vision. I feel Wakatoshi’s breath against my neck, my skin gets goosebumps as he brushes his lips on my ear.

“I don’t wanna hear a single sound coming out of your little mouth, understood?” I nodd.

The vibrations start and I swallow a whimper down my throat. I feel myself getting wetter than I already was, goosebumps run over my skin and cold sweat runs down my forehead and back. With a quick press on the controller, Ushi increases the pace and low moans get stuck in my mouth.

My chest goes up and down at a quick pace, the result of the anxiety and excitement going through my veins. My feet hurt from sitting on them too long and my wrists burn under the rope wrapped around them, but if I move it'll be worse for me. I'm pretty sure the metallic taste on my mouth is blood, judging from how hard I'm biting my lips to muffle the sounds of my moans. The vibrator inside of me increases its speed, sending a low whimper to my throat. I can feel Ushijima's eyes on me, almost perfuring my bare back.

A knot starts to form on my stomach and I close my eyes. My feet curve under me from the overwhelming pleasure, I start to slightly shake as I feel my climax close. My breathing gets heavier and tears stain the blindfold, I definitely look like a mess right now, standing by my boyfriend's mercy. A whimper escapes my mouth as a low flow of numbness runs through my body.

Suddenly, the vibrations stop. I come down from my almost-orgasm frustrated, my body shakes and I bite my lips harder to muffle my sounds. I hear his footsteps getting closer and closer to me. My skin dithers in anticipation, urging for his touch. He turns the toy on again, on the lowest setting. The knot on my stomach comes back, the pace is not enough to make me cum, but it’s enough to get me closer to the edge. Cold fingertips brush through my hips going upwards, running along my body but never holding me the way I desire. I feel his breath hitting my neck, the thought of him sends shivers down my spine. His right hand rests firmly on my hip, as the other one wraps itself around my neck, restricting my airflow.

He pulls me in and kisses me. His tongue dominates my mouth completely and I moan into the kiss, letting every sound that was built up inside of me get out. He gets his body close to mine, I notice he’s shirtless as his muscular chest touches my front. I lean into him, melting on his skin as I deepen the kiss. His lips make my orgasm get closer, I squirt around the toy and my kiss gets sloppier. He pulls away from me, leaving me wanting more of him.

The vibrador speeds up and a moan escapes my mouth.

“Ushi...” I whimper.

He holds my neck with more strength, making me gag in the air.

“What part of ‘not a single sound’ do you not understand?”

Suddenly, the vibrator is pulled out of me and I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. Wakatoshi turns me around and pushes me to the bed, making me lay on my stomach. The sudden and unexpected move makes me gasp a little. Already knowing what’s going on, I spread my knees a little more and get my ass up, arching my back.

He positions his dick on my opening, then puts both hands on hips. He pushes himself inside of me roughly, not giving me time to adjust myself to his length before thrusting again, and again, and again. His pace is quick, he pounds deep on me, hitting my walls with strength. As time passes by, he goes in faster, also pulling my hips to meet his every thrust.

The sound of our skins clapping, my reckless moans and his grunts fill our room, probably echoing through the floor hall and the other rooms as well. It’s impossible to not be loud when you have a man like Ushijima balls deep into you, I bury my face in the mattress as an attempt to get quieter but Ushi grabs me by the hair and pulls my head back. My back hits his chest and he leans down to my ear.

“I want everyone in this fucking hotel to hear how much of a whore you are.”

His pace drops, but his thrusts are deep and tough, hitting my g-spot easily, as if he knew my body like the palm of his hand. Loud moans and gasps escape my mouth almost in sync with them.

“You think he could fuck you like this? Huh?” I can’t respond to him, every hit sends my eyes to the back of my head, making me lose myself gradually under his mercy. “I’m the only one who can make you a mess.”

The knot on my stomach comes back, I start to clench around him, indicating I’m close. He pushes me back to the bed and picks up his speed while pushing my wrists down, arching my back so he can go in even deeper. My eyes get watery, I close them shut, letting the tear fall on my cheeks. I whimper loudly as I squirt hard on Wakatoshi’s cock, trying to contain my orgasm from breaking free.

“Fuck...” He says under his breath.

“Toshi… I’m gonna-” He pulls my hair back, making me look at him.

“Did I say you could cum? Hold it.” He says between his teeth.

He keeps pulling my hair as he bangs me, I feel him twitch inside of me and I know he’s close. My legs start to shake and a numb feeling takes over me. My moans get louder as my orgasm is begging to be realised.

“Ushi, slow- down.” I manage to say.

Somehow he fastens his thrusts, chasing his climax as he makes it incredibly impossible for me to hold mine. His hands grip harshly on my hips and I know it’s going to leave a mark for a few days. I mumble incoherent words mixed with loud sounds, probably the loudest I’ve ever been during sex.

“Maybe if I cum inside you, you and everyone will know who you belong to, right?”

The thought of him cumming inside of me makes me even more aroused. Knowing I’m on the pill, getting pregnant is not my concern, although it wouldn’t be a bad thing and I’m sure both Ushijima and I would be very happy about it.

I clench hard on him, trying not to cum as he violently thrusts on me. His moans get louder and I feel his cock twitching, it only takes him a few more thrusts to cum, filling me up with his warm juice.

The only sound in the room is our hard breaths, we stay still, gasping for air. Wakatoshi slowly pulls out of me, making me whimper at the loss and letting his cum drop through my inner thighs. He grabs the rope tied around me and pulls me up, my back touching on his chest.

“Did you learn your lesson?” He asks as he takes the blindfold off of me.

“Yes, I did.” I say as I nod.

He starts to untie me, my skin burns under the rope and red marks are visible everywhere in my upper body. Once he’s done, I lean fully on his chest and snuggle my face on the crook of his neck.

“I missed you.” I say, delivering little pecks on his skin.

“What do you mean?” His hands find the sides of my body, running up and down, caressing me.

“You’ve been really busy lately. I get it, being captain of the national team isn’t easy and I’m really, really, proud of you.” I turn around fully to face him, and hug his torso. “But I missed you, I missed spending time with you, I missed your attention, your touch, your kisses… your dick .” I say the last part quietly, earning a laugh from him.

“I didn’t mean to neglect you, Y/n. You should’ve told me how you were feeling instead of throwing yourself on a random man to make me jealous.” He hugs me back, resting his chin on the top of my head.

“I know, and I’m sorry. Although you look really hot when you’re mad, so maybe I’m not that sorry.”

“Oh, so that means you would do it again?”

“Maybe.”

His hands travel down to my ass, I breathe in sharply as he grips on it, the soreness from the spanks are still there, and will be there for a while. Ushi leans down to my ear, and gently bites my earlobe.

“I think you didn’t learn your lesson the first time, Y/n.” His raspy voice sends a shiver down my spine.

“Perhaps I need to be punished again, you know, so I can remember who I belong to.” I say, running my hands on his chest.

Swiftly, he pushes me down to bed. Before I can process it, he’s on top of me pressing his lips on mine. His body is pressed on mine, our skins melt on each other, giving me the warmth I was seeking. Differently from our last round, his kiss is more passionate and tender, there’s no anger in it, just his hands asserting dominance on my body. I raise my hand to his hair, scratching his scalp and softly pulling his olive strands. He groans into the kiss and squeezes my inner thigh, earning a small whimper from me. I put my legs around his waist and pull his hips closer, begging to get some friction on my pulsing and aroused cunt.

He grabs his dick and positions it on my opening, but instead of giving me what I want, he teases me, slowly dragging his member along my folds and rubbing on my clit. My breath gets heavier and I swift my hips on him, sloppy trying to get him inside me.

“Baby, please.” I say between kisses.

“Beg.” He pulls away from my lips and choles me again.

“Toshi, please. I want you, I want you inside me, please.”

“Good girl.”

He finally puts his dick inside of me, my nails dig the muscles on his back as we both moan. He slowly picks up the pace, going deeper in every thrust. I throw my head back and arch my back, my body moves back and forth on the bed as he bangs me. His grip on my neck gets harder and he pulls my head down, facing his chest.

“Look at it.” He says under his breath.

I turn my gaze down to where our bodies meet. He speeds up, hitting my walls and my g spot perfectly. I moan recklessly as I watch his dick go in and out of me. He lets go of my neck and puts one of my legs over his shoulder for better access, going deeper than ever before. He grabs the headboard with one hand, increasing his pace surrealistically. I open my mouth to moan but no sound comes out, my eyes are in the back of my head, my mind is blank. The familiar knot on my stomach comes back and I put my hand on his bicep, digging my nails on his flesh.

“You close?” He asks.

I nod, I can’t say anything, not even if I wanted to. Ushi drops his pace, moving extremely slow.

“Toshi!” I yelp.

I can feel every inch of him entering me, torturing my body, who’s threatening to cum at any moment.

“Toshi, please .” My voice cracks a little as I cry. “Faster.” I whimper.

He laughs as he watches my facial expressions, pleasure mixed with frustration. He leans down to kiss my temple and picks up his pace again, bringing my climax closer. I try to hold back my orgasm as long as I can, to enjoy the fullest of him. The bed headboard makes a little cracking noise as it hits the wall, but Ushi keeps thrusting at me with an astronomic speed.

My legs feel like jelly and my whole body relaxes under him. I let my orgasm take over me, a big wave of pleasure travels my body as I cum on his dick, moaning his name. He keeps banging me mercilessly, the overstimulation makes me throw my head back, I mumble something that I don’t know if it’s a moan or a scream, or even both.

Suddenly a huge cracking sound takes over the air just above our heads. I look up to see the headboard broken under Ushi’s hand. My eyes widen and I look to his face. He doesn’t stop or drops his pace, he couldn’t care less about the broken bed.

“Baby-”

“We’ll pay for it later.” He says fastly.

He takes my leg off of his shoulder and drops his body behind me. Both of us are now on our sides, one of his arms is holding my left thigh upwards, the other goes around my waist to keep me in place as he continues to thrust inside of me. I can feel my second orgasm starting to form and from his groans and moans I know he’s close too. He starts to kiss the back of my neck, attacking my soft spots and hungrily sucking them.

My climax breaks free and my whole body trembles. Toshi bites my shoulder as he cums, moaning loudly on my skin. He pulls out and holds me close against his chest, delivering small kisses to the bite on my shoulder. My whole body hurts, the soreness kicks in and I feel sleepy. I turn around to face him, and snuggle myself on his chest. He runs his hand up and down on my back, making it easier for me to fall asleep.

Suddenly, we hear a loud knock on the door. Ushijima gets out of bed and searches for his boxes quickly, before answering the door. I sit up and cover my naked body with the sheets, then curiously look at the room door.

“Hello.” Toshi says, opening the door and using his body to hide me.

“Sir, the guest next door said there was a loud cracking noise coming from your room and I have five other noise complaints from this floor and the one under your room. I came to inspect it.”

“Oh, my apologies.” Ushi says, scratching the back of his neck

“Sir, did you break anything?”

“Um, yes…” Ushi opens the door fully and points to the broken headboard behind me. “We accidentally broke the bed.”

I wave shyly at the hotel worker with an apologetic smile. His eyes go wide as he understands how we broke it.

“I- Uh- Sir-”

“Just put it on the bill, I’ll pay it. Also, could you get us some new bed sheets? Thank you, have a good night.”

Wakatoshi closes the door and leaves the poor worker speechless in the hall. I lay down and let out the laugh I was holding. Toshi goes to the bathroom before coming back to bed and cleaning me up. After he’s done, he grabs a bottle of water from the little fridge and gives it to me.

“Are you okay?” He asks, pushing a lock of hair behind my ear.

“Yes, just a little tired.” I say after drinking a little bit of water.

He takes the bottle from my hand and places it on the nightstand beside me, then cups my face with both hands and kisses my forehead. I melt under the kiss and smile happily at him. I put my hands on his shoulder and pull him down to lay with me.

“I love you.” He says, placing me on top of him.

“I love you too, Toshi.” I answer, burying my face on the crook of his neck.

Bonus:

I sit down at the armchair in the hotel reception as I wait for Ushi who’s paying the costs. I shift a little on the chair, trying to find a position where my ass doesn’t hurt, but failing perfectly.

“How hard did he go on you?” Atsumu asks, plopping into the seat beside me along with Suna.

“Not hard enough.” I answer with a hoarse voice and Suna laughs hard.

“Bitch, you can’t even speak!” He says between laughs.

“Sakusa was on the floor under yours. He told me it sounded like you guys were breaking everything.” Atsumu says.

“We did break the bed though.” I say under my breath.

“What?!” His eyes go wide and I look to the other side. “You think Ushijima would let me join next time?” He asks after a moment of silence.

Before I can open my mouth, Atsumu’s head is smacked from behind, making him groan in pain. I look up to see my boyfriend with an annoyed face on.

“You’ll run an extra lap on practice monday.” Ushi says, making Suna laugh at the blond. “You too, Suna.”

Wakatoshi grabs my hand and pulls me out of the chair, hugging my waist from behind and kissing my cheek.

“Ready to go, honey?” He asks and I nod.

We say our goodbyes to the two pouty players and make our way outside.

“That bed was really expensive.” He says.

I laugh and intertwine my fingers with his, walking happily, but still struggling, to our car.

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Content: Slight NSFW mentions, swearing. Eren is still an ordinary scout.

“Oh, fuck off, Jean!”

Eren’s unfortunately familiar voice blasted through the mess hall. It was one of those days, apparently, one of those days in which commanders, captains, and soldiers alike would roll their eyes at the never-ending bickering between Yeager and Kirstein. They would munch on their servings of bread, chewing into the stale grain with every bit of annoyance they commonly felt when Jean and Eren would ruin meal time with their conflicts. A little rookie, a sweet girl with hair as red as fire, was even familiar with the tired routine. She hadn’t even been on her first scouting mission yet.

Like some sort of ritual, inevitable clockwork, Mikasa and Armin would rise in between the two boys, who glared holes in one another as they clenched their fists at their side.

“Guys, please, not tonight,” Armin would plead, plastering on a nervous grin.

“Eren,” Mikasa started, grabbing the brown-haired guy’s wrist in an attempt to de-escalate the situation, “don’t.”

Sometimes, they would listen. Sometimes, they would sit back down without a fuss, spending the rest of their meal time muttering to their friends about each other. And, other times, it would take Captain Levi giving them a quick and terrifying kick to the stomach to sort them out.

It was the same routine for years and years, starting long ago, when they were only trainees at the age of twelve, to now, when they stood as skilled soldiers at the age of nineteen.

But today, Eren ignored them.

So did Jean.

Neither one of the boys would back down without a fight, even if their faces, red with anger, ended up meeting Captain Levi’s boot.

No.

They would fight long and hard if necessary.

Neither one of them planned to give up fighting for something–or, someone–they both wanted.

You.

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Eren’s bright eyes flickered away from Jean’s intense glare for only a moment. He saw you, quite a short distance away, sitting with your friends. You froze. Your beautiful eyes that he loved so damn much watched the scene taking place between the soldiers, widened with curiosity over what could possibly be going on. The warm potato soup you scooped up with your spoon was starting to spill back over into your bowl from your lack of movement. You were friends with both Jean and Eren. Close friends. Known each other for years. Cadets of the 104th. Because of that, seeing them fight was as common and expected as watching the sun rise and set each and every single day. However, when Eren’s eyes locked with yours for only a brief second, you knew something was different. You watched them carefully, but without the slight clue that they were fighting over you.

Armin glanced over at you as well, but you didn’t notice his big blue eyes staring. The poor boy’s throat dried to a crisp. A small bead of sweat fell from his moist forehead, and he swallowed nervously.

He raised his hands defensively between Jean and Eren. Everyone would assume that Arlert was simply nervous over the thought of them getting into a fist fight during dinner time, but no.

Deep within himself, his own rotten secret was twisting up inside of his gut, making him feel sick. His eyes danced between Eren, Jean, Mikasa, and you.

After all, if anyone knew what he wouldn’t dare utter with his own tongue, he would have been right in the middle of Eren and Jean’s rage.

Armin wanted you too.

The blonde soldier was known for his brilliance, and being as smart as he was, he knew exactly why Eren and Jean wanted to smash each other’s faces in. Of course, neither one of them happened to be the best at keeping their crushes a secret, but you still did not manage to catch on. Armin, to his own shock, was quite good at hiding his crush, at least, in his own eyes. Truth be told, Armin tended to get shy and blushy around everyone. Therefore, he acted the same way around you that he apologetically acted around others.

He glanced around the mess hall. He wondered how many others had a crush on you as well. He could imagine that most people did. In the world they were regrettably forced to live in, with the enemies they were bred to endure, love was the only thing anyone had left to fight for. Love was the driving force that sent soldiers to their deaths on horseback. Love was the reason why friends and family lived and died for each other. Why Eren pulled Armin out of the jaws of a titan. Why Mikasa saved Eren over and over again. Why Jean’s mom wrote him letters and made him food. Why anyone bothered to get out of bed and live another day in a world that couldn’t have been any different from Hell.

And you?

With those beautiful eyes that everyone got lost in. That body that everyone wanted to hold, touch, and see. That laugh that made everyone wonder if that’s what the entrance to Heaven sounded like. The bravery that saved lives during missions. The kindness that made everyone want to keep fighting for humanity.

You.

Damn you.

Damn you for making anyone and everyone feel this way.

Jean wiped the away the moisture from his drink trickling across his upper lip, his eyes never daring to sneak away from Eren’s, even when Yeager snuck a quick peek at you from where you sat, still and cautious, frozen with a spoon full of soup as you watched them with wide, curious eyes. Everyone watched them. Silently.

“What’s going on this time?” Sasha mumbled, her dumbfounded expression over the current escalating fight brewing in the middle of dinner time not quite contrasting against her common behavior, as she reached for another piece of bread, nevertheless.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled back to her, your best friend.

Captain Levi sipped on his tea, his poker face not vanishing for a moment as he watched Jean and Eren.

“Do you think we should intervene? This could get kinda ugly!” Hange scream-whispered, the commander’s visible eye widening as they looked at Levi with great worry.

Levi said nothing.

He knew what this was all about.

He was either extremely observant, or all of his fellow soldiers and comrades were plain stupid. It was obvious to anyone who wasn’t underneath your spell what the fight was about. However, little did poor Eren and a clueless Jean know that they weren’t the only ones who wanted you.

Armin, the very person trying to break up the fight, wanted you just as badly.

And so did Connie.

And Sasha.

And Reiner, and Bertholdt, before they left.

The new, nice guy with the weird haircut.

The girl with the long hair.

Levi could bet that others did as well. With that bittersweet knowledge, he took another sip of his tea.

“E-Eren, Jean, listen,” Armin swallowed thickly. “Don’t fight. You’ll get in trouble, and…” he leaned in, dropping his shaky voice just a beat below a whisper, “she won’t like it.”

His words seemed to snap some sense into Eren and Jean. The trance of glaring hatred that they were trapped in broke instantly. They fidgeted, their eyes darting everywhere, cheeks burning red with embarrassment.

Armin caught a glimpse of Mikasa’s confused face. She heard what Armin said, and truth be told, it saddened her. She knew exactly who her friend spoke of, and she despised the thought of Eren liking someone. Someone that wasn’t her. Armin gave her an encouraging nod, and Mikasa touched the red scarf wrapped around her neck.

The smaller guy wasn’t quite sure why he didn’t let Jean and Eren make a fool of themselves. It would have started to thin out the competition for your heart, putting him in the lead above the two, assuming there was some sort of ranking, and that he was lacking.

“Whatever,” Eren uttered, glaring down at his bowl of food as he sat beside Mikasa once more. “Let’s just eat.”

Jean retreated back to his own seat. He felt a bit embarrassed, as the entire situation kicked off simply from overhearing Eren talk about how he was able to train with you all day. Eren spoke innocently, mentioning your name casually as one would do a friend, but Jean knew better. He knew that Eren was bragging. Purposely bragging loud enough for Jean to hear, wanting to plant the ugly seed of jealousy within horseface.

“Nice that you were able to train with Y/N and all, but all that fighting wont change the fact that you’re a little runt!”

“What’d you just call me, horseface?!”

“I called you a little runt!”

“Oh, fuck off, Jean!”

And, now, dinner continued in silence. A small buzz of conversation persisted passively between each group of comrades, but Eren and Jean stayed quiet. So did Armin. And everyone else who had a crush on you. They each looked around at every face at every table, wondering who all held the same feelings for you.

Mentally, each one of them made it a competition between themselves and their unknown competitors.

A competition for your heart.

“Jean, that idiot, he better back off if he knows what’s good for him! Y/N’s as good as mine!” Eren thought, frowning angrily at his bowl of cold soup.

“Watch your back, Yeager. You might have all the cool powers or whatever, but I don’t mess around either, especially when it comes to her,” Jean thought, his chin resting in his palm, his light brown eyes glancing over at you.

“Maybe…maybe asking Y/N to train with me would be a good way to spend more time with her without upsetting anyone,” Armin thought, ripping tiny pieces of his bread off mindlessly as he plotted.

“I know what I’ll do! I’ll make her my favorite meal! I know I’d fall in love with someone if they made me my favorite meal, it has to work!” Sasha thought, smiling sweetly at you.

"I've gotten a lot stronger lately, and more good looking if you ask me. Maybe I should go ahead and ask Y/N out or something...right?" Connie thought, chugging down his soup.

Captain Levi smirked. It was a small, gentle movement of the face, one that hardly existed at all. As he finished up his cup of tea, he glanced over at you.

You smiled at your captain shyly.

“Fools,” he thought. “Don’t they know that this isn’t even a competition? After all, I’m the only one who gets to hold her. Kiss her. Take off all her clothes. They’re fighting for something I’ve already won.”

Levi nodded in your direction. You knew exactly what that meant. You hopped up excitedly, mumbling an excuse to your friends as to why you needed to leave dinner early.

As you made your way to where Levi would be fucking your brains out tonight, he waited a few moments before following you out of the mess hall.

It was just as he thought.

Levi had already won the competition.

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EREN JAEGER

“My cock is so good you’re going to make a mess” Eren whispers in your ear, your knees close to your cheeks as he hammers inside you, his cock so deep he kisses your cervix with every thrust of his hips.

Your cunt drips as you leap into his lap, your back attached to his hard chest as Eren holds you firmly by the hips filling you with every thrust, “play with your pretty clit” he gasps as he watches his cock disappear between your slick folds.

You quickly circle your nub, moaning his name as the release approaches. You feel it different, wetter and stronger than previous orgasms.

Your body relaxes and you slump on his chest, he smirks and begins to fuck you harder, your fingers are replaced by his that move rougher and faster, “come for me, angel” he says through clenched teeth as his cum begins to drip onto his shaft, “give it all to me, come on”.

You gush hard and his cock is forced out of your slick slit, “that’s it” Eren moans grabbing his cock and beginning to rub the head on your clit hitting it with light strokes to make you squirt some more as your cunt clenches around nothing and you babble nonsensically, “so good you’ve gone dumb” he teases, laying a kiss on top of your head.

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Haikyu men thinking of you while masturbating - Part 2

NSFW / Minors don't interact / female reader

Summary: This is the second part for timeskip Suna, Iwaizumi and Kuroo. Hope you like it and let me know what you think :)

Rintarou Suna

He feels them on his body again; these eyes. They are fixed on him as he gets out of the swimming pool, he practically feels them burning on him. Suna turns his head into your direction and you stare right back at him, peeking over your book. Your eyes widen in surprise as you realize that you’ve just been caught staring. You quickly avert your gaze, moving your book to shield your face from his gaze. He tries to keep his expression blank, but he can’t help a small, cocky smile tugging at his lips at your cute reaction.

He makes his way to his chair, which is placed just a few meters away from yours. And if you were the one staring before, it’s now his turn. You continue reading, or maybe you’re just pretending to, he's not sure. Suna observes you, his green eyes hungry. This isn’t the first time he has ogled you since you were laying there. But this time, he is shameless.

His narrow eyes are trained on your face as he watches you nibble on your bottom lip, a slight frown painted on your face. Your lips look so plush and soft. His gaze drops lower, noticing the way a single droplet of water runs down your chest, along your exposed cleavage. He notices your beautiful tummy, your gorgeous waist, your pretty legs. Your body is wet and slippery. He wonders how soft your skin would feel against his palms, as his hands smooth over your curves.

And as Rinatrou watches you, warmth spreads through his body. He gazes at your delicate hands holding your book. He is curious as to what else they can do. How would they feel tangled in his hair, holding onto him as you would pull him closer? How would your lips feel on his, kissing him, tasting each other?

He wants to tease you by biting your bottom lip softly, just like you do now. Fuck, he can’t seem to get his eyes away from you. He’s full on staring, imagining things, vast lewd scenarios. Suna swallows hard, his mouth is getting dry.

Then you turn your head, catching his eyes. Suna is completely caught off guard. He sure as hell wasn’t prepared for locking eyes with you. Suddenly, he is painfully aware of his heart pounding against his chest, fast and hard. And then a small smile spreads across your face, your eyes glinting with amusement. Oh my god.

He isn’t capable of returning your smile, he just peers at you. You’re truly breathtaking. He keeps on staring right into your captivating eyes.

Fuck, why does he feel so hot all of a sudden? He was just cooling off in the water. After a few seconds, which feel like lifetimes for Rintarou, you turn your head back, concentrating on your book. And he does the same, staring ahead of him. But he doesn’t even perceive what is going on around him.

He just notices arousal cursing through his body, making it hard for him to concentrate on anything other than you. But he ignores you sternly. And then it dawns on him, that his usual cool exterior can’t be hold up anymore. Not when he feels blood rushing down to his cock.

Suna quickly gets up, taking long strides to the changing rooms. Fuck, this really can’t be happening right now. Well, now he isn’t that cocky anymore.

He quickly shuts the door of the changing room behind him. He leans against the door, letting out a deep breath. His eyes travel down his body. Yeah, that’s bad. His dick is now full on straining against his trunks. He rubs his hand over his face, pushing his wet hair back. He has to take care of that. Now. Luckily the room is empty, so it’s now or never.

Rintarou sighs as he tugs his trunks down. His cock springs free, right into his hand, urging to get a release. Some strands of his brown hair hang into his field of vision, as he watches his fist dragging up and down his shaft. He can already see pre-cum leaking from his slit. Did you bewitch him or something?

He drags his thumb over his slit, spreading his cum. He throws his head back, a quiet grunt falling from his lips. Suna imagines you being here with him. He sees your body next to him, wet and slippery as his hands would slide up your sides, grabbing your ass, your thighs, your breasts. Your wet hair framing your face beautifully, as your eyes look at him pleadingly.

These fucking eyes. What could he discover in them, when you have your lips wrapped around his fingers, your tongue dancing around his fingertips. His other fingers buried deep in your pussy, thrusting into you painfully slow. “Messy girl” he breathes, as he imagines your arousal dripping down his hand. Suna is so wrapped up in his fantasy, the thought of someone trying to enter the room doesn’t even cross his mind. The faint possibility of it only heightens his lust.

Rintarou visualizes sinking his thick dick into your soaking hole, fucking you against the door, your thighs wrapped around his waist. Such a filthy girl, having sex in a public changing room. He suppresses a groan falling from his parted mouth, as his pace increases. He imagines you sucking his fingers again, desperately trying to muffle your whimpers and moans from spilling.

He pumps faster into his swollen tip, his hips bucking, thrusting into his fist. After a few thrust his orgasm washes over him. He cums with a staggered groan, his cum shooting out of him as he imagines cumming deep inside of you, as you clench around him, milking him dry.

Suna still pants heavily as he snaps out of his daze. He comes back into the here and now, realizing what just happened. Fuck, this might be the fastest time he has ever managed to cum.

Hajime Iwaizumi

And there you are again; Tuesday evening, as usual. Iwaizumi would lie to himself if he said he didn’t wait for you. He actually picked up a habit; going to the gym when he guesses you will be there as well.

He has seen you a few times, always looking stunning. He tries his best not to stare; there are already enough men staring at you without him. But he can’t help himself, his eyes automatically searching for you.

Today, you’re wearing tight leggings and a skimpy sports bra. Shit; it will be hard for him to concentrate on his training.

Hajime tries to ignore you, continuing his training. He lifts his weighs, does his pull-ups and deadlifts. But between every of his sets his gaze flickers to you. He tries to look respectfully. But when you start doing squats, he doesn’t know if he still looks respectfully.

His eyes are fixed on your figure as you dip down. Your ass. He really has no words. Iwaizumi can’t help wondering how it would look bare, without the bothering excuse of pants.

He reaches for his water bottle, his eyes still fixed on your form. He gulps down water, some dripping down his chin, staining his shirt. He doesn’t even notice, his gaze now trailing over your features. It doesn’t matter how many times he looks at you; your eyes still take his breath away. They are bright and beautiful. And - oh my god - they stare right back at him. He meets your piercing gaze. Shit, when did you turn your head!?

He nearly chokes on his water. Iwaizumi feels his cheeks burning, his chest tightening. Fuck. He lowers the bottle from his lips in slow-motion. This is so embarrassing. Wait - are you laughing at him? Uhm… yes. You are.

You are … smiling at him? He feels his chest warming up. Your smile is so sweet. He tries his best to return it, but he isn’t sure if any of his face muscles obey his will. And then it’s over. You turn your head again and concentrate on your work-out. Iwaizumi gives his best to follow your example, but now he is all over the place. Shit. What did you do to him?

A frown is painted on his face for the rest of his workout. He doesn’t dare to look at you anymore. When he is finished, he heads straight to the changing room. And that is when his eyes catch you again. But this time you’re behind the large glass window, in one of the class rooms. Is this - You’re attending a yoga class? His eyes goes wide. This is new. And he likes it. No. He loves it.

Hajime stands on the edge of the window, your back turned to him. He is sure he is safely hidden from your sight. And it seems that you are totally wrapped up in your practice, that you wouldn’t notice anything. At least that is what he tells himself because his eyes can’t seem to leave your figure.

His gaze lingers on you, far, far too long. He drinks up every move of yours. How you bend and flow, your body twisting in every possible position. Wow. You’re quite flexible, Iwaizumi notes. This thought alone makes his mouth run dry. He knows it’s creepy, but the rational part of his brain has shut off since you flashed him your sweet smile. Your skin is painted with a sheen layer of sweat, making your skin glow.

With every passing minute the tension in his body rises, but Hajime can’t seem to get away. He feels heat traveling down to his cock, but instead of trying to leave he just stands there, glued to the spot, continuing to watch you. Only when he hears footsteps approaching behind him, he snaps out of it and gets going.

His hurried footsteps take him to the changing room. He can feel his erection straining against his trousers. He presses the heels of his palms against his eyes and curses silently to himself. Fuck. He isn’t a teenager anymore, why is he standing here with a raging erection? Why is this happening, now of all times? Luckily, the other men in the changing room don’t seem to notice.

Iwaizumi lets out a deep sigh. He has to do something about that. Now. He quickly moves towards the bathroom, closing the door of the bathroom stall behind him.

He tugs his pants and his boxer down in one pull. His cock springs free, throbbing to get his release. He lifts the hem of his shirt, biting down onto it, because he knows; he will have trouble to stay silent. Especially, when the images of you keep flooding his mind. He knows he can’t function, if he doesn’t spill them out of him. So he spits into his hand, gripping his thick dick tightly. He starts dragging his hand along the length of his cock, his half-lidded eyes fixed on his doing. But his mind is fixed on something else.

Hajime sees you, sticking up your ass, arching your back. Sweat dripping down your chest. He can’t help wondering how your beautiful ass would feel in his hand. Kneading it, spanking it, seeing waves ripple on it as he pounds into you from behind.

His other hand steadies him on the wall of the bathroom stall as he accelerate his pace, his biceps flexing. He imagines having his way with you in his bed; bending you into every form and position he pleases. The way your pussy would feel around him, as he would thrust into you. How you would pant and whimper when he fills you up.

His hand continues dragging along the length of his dick. His shirt luckily muffles the whimper escaping his mouth, when his thumb drags along his slit, feeling pre-cum slick against his finger.

Iwaizumi wonders how well you would take him, how tight your walls would wrap around him. How loud would you cry when he makes you cream around his cock? He can only imagine the sinful sounds falling from your lips, the lewd noise of your soaking pussy filling up his room.

The grip on his cock becomes stronger, his bicep flexes as he pumps faster. His other hand on the wall holds tighter, his head dipping low as his half-lidded eyes fixate on his fist.

He watches his hand stroking up and down his cock, concentrating on his sensitive tip. Iwaizumi imagines your ass in front of him, as he cums with a muffled groan. His hips jerk into his fist, as his hot cum shoots out of him, staining his hand and dripping down onto the floor as he pants heavily.

Oh how he wishes he could paint your ass with his spent instead. But what he longs even more for, is a private workout session. He’s sure he could make it worth your while.

Tetsurou Kuroo

“Shit” Kuroo mutters under his breath. A deep sigh slips from his lips as he drags his hand over his face. He looks at the time on his computer screen; it’s already a few minutes past midnight. And he still has so much work to do.

He would argue that this isn’t entirely his fault. Well, it is. But you’re also at fault. Because no matter how hard Tetsurou tries to concentrate, his mind always wanders back to you. This isn’t a new occurrence for him. But this time, he can’t seem to banish you from his mind. Because today, for the first time, he didn’t have to stare at you from afar, like he usually does. Today, after lusting over you since you started working with him, you were alone with him for a few minutes. Alone, right next to him in his office.

And when Tetsurou thinks about that moment, he is sure, he won’t be able to finish his work without getting these thoughts of you out of his head. He takes a deep breath, loosening his tie and tilting his head back against the chair. No. No, he really shouldn’t do this. A part of him knows it’s wrong, he shouldn’t think about a colleague in such a way.

Normally, Kuroo wouldn’t entertain such thoughts about a coworker. But it’s you. With you, oh with you, it’s different. For you, he would break any rule. He feels his blood run hot, lust cursing through his weary body. It’s already so late, his mind dull from working the whole day.

So he succumbs, his hand palming his already hardened dick through his pants. He hisses quietly and he swears, he can still smell your scent lingering in his office. Kuroo takes another deep breath and recalls earlier today.

The way you came into his office, your high heels clicking on the floor. Your beautiful long legs in your black tights. Fuck, this image alone could make him cum on the spot.

He knows it has no use trying to stop here. Not when he can practically still feel you being here in the room with him.

Kuroo opens his pants, pulling down his boxers, revealing his hard and throbbing dick. He takes his cock into his hand, stroking lazily up and down. He supposes the whole building is empty, so he doesn’t bother to suppress his low groan. His half-lidded eyes are trained on the spot where you stood earlier.

He sees you standing there again, in your tight skirt. The way you hunched over to show him something on his computer screen. He could appreciate your features from up close; your striking eyes looking at him questionably, if he understood everything. The way you moved a piece of hair over your shoulder.

His hand picks up the pace slightly, as his eyes drift shut. He could have taken you right then and there. His large hands grabbing you, pulling up your skirt, feeling on you. He could rip your tights apart, revealing your panties to him. Or maybe you’re wearing stockings underneath. At this thought alone, his impatient hand speeds up the pace; pumping hurriedly into his swollen tip.

Bending you over his desk, sinking into you, noticing how wet you are for him. And he knows - he just knows - that you like that; the possibility of people hearing you as he pounds into you.

And he just imagines the pretty sounds he could elicit your plush lips. Sweet moans and whimpers falling on his ears, as he does you so good, making you feel so satisfied. “Make some noise for me” Kuroo mutters, his hand squeezing harder around his throbbing cock, as more and more sinful pictures come into his mind.

Your ass jiggling with every thrust of his, your wrists wrapped in his tie, your back arched for him. His fist squeezes his cock tighter, his strokes getting faster.

And he just envisions how it’s not his hand but your pussy around him, spasming and fluttering around his pulsing length. A few deep groans fall from Kuroo’s parted lips as he feels his orgasm nearing. He focuses on his swollen tip until he cums hard with a low groan. His hips jerk shallowly, his thighs tensing, as his hot cum drips down his balls and onto his hand.

Oh, what he would give to see his cum dripping down your thighs instead, staining your stockings white.

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