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nutmegroo1514 · 2 years ago

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Mine

Summary: Only noticing you had put on his shirt when you were out of the house and on your way to work, you did not think much of it. Joel on the other hand had a lot of thoughts when he found you wearing his shirt.

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem. reader

Wordcount: 1.2k

Rating: E

Warnings: porn with very little plot, smut (unprotected sex) cum play, one ass slap, dirty talk, mentions of reader having her tubes tied pre-outbreak

A/N: dipping my toes into the Joel Miller pit. Vague descriptions cause the only things I know about TLOU is what I have seen in the first episode lol Not edited. Just filthy thoughts

You were late.

You were very late this morning, it’s why you just grabbed what vaguely looked like your clothes as you got dressed on your way out of his place.

Joel had only mumbled something in his sleep when you got out of his bed, his body seeking your warmth turning onto his stomach, taking your pillow as substitute as he cuddled it against his chest. The blanket slipped from his body, revealing his naked back, and a peek of his ass.

You smiled to yourself, fighting the urge to climb back into bed with him as you walked out and got to work.

It was only when you were outside that you noticed you had grabbed his jeans shirt, his musky manly scent lingering in your nose as you wrapped the fabric closer around your body.

It made you feel safe.

Protected.

Feelings you had forgotten existed until Joel showed up out of the blue and saved your life.

You were too late to change out of the shirt. He wouldn’t mind. He would probably not notice.

Oh how wrong you were.

“Where are you going?” you asked, following him down the street. Joel had showed up close to your lunch break, leaning against the wall of the house at the other side of the street. His eyes fixed on you.

“My place,” he grumbled.

“Why? No way you’re finished for today,” you asked confused why he was here in the first place and not at work himself. He should be starting right about now.

He stopped walking and you ran into his back from the sudden stop, your hands coming to rest on his hips.

“You gotta change your shirt,” he said, looking at you over his shoulder.

“What? Why?” you frowned. He turned around, leaning in closely.

“Cause knowing you’re out here wearing my shirt is making me fucking hard,” he growled low and you gulped.

“Oh,” you blinked at him and he raised his left eyebrow, his eyes wandering down your body.

“Yeah, Oh,” he nodded, before he turned away to walk towards his place.

“Looks better on you though,” he hummed and you scoffed.

“That’s cause you haven’t seen yourself wearing it,” you grinned, running after him and you could see his lips almost twitching into one of those rare smiles.

“Get your ass home. Now,” he said, looking at you until you turned around and walked.

He had your back pressed against the wall as soon as the door was closed behind you, his lips on yours, his hands pulling at your shirt as you unbuckled his belt.

“Fuck,” he groaned, both of his hands palming your breasts while you pushed his pants down so you could wrap your hand around his cock.

“Gotta be fast, need to be back in twenty,” you mumbled. He nodded before he turned away, pulling his pants down, clearly wanting to do this in bed. He turned his head to look at you over his shoulder, seeing you grin.

“What? I’m too old and tired to fuck you against the wall.”

You rolled your eyes, undressing as you followed him.

“You weren’t too old last week,” you pushed him down on his bed, climbing into his lap.

“Keep it on,” he said as you began to slip the shirt off your shoulders. You sucked your bottom lip in and nodded, your hands running up his chest.

“Didn’t know you’d mind me wearing your clothes that much,” you hummed, rolling your hips slowly, his cock slipping through your wet pussy, making you moan lowly.

“Less talking, more fucking,” he slapped your ass once before his hands came to rest on your hips, guiding your movements.

“Yes, Sir,” you saluted mockingly and he huffed a laugh, pulling your upper body down, his lips crashing on yours.

You reached between your bodies, gripping his cock to line him up against you. With a sigh you parted from his lips, slowly sinking down on his length. It was a stretch, moments like this made you miss the good old days of lube. You rested your hands on his chest, sucking your lip between your teeth.

“Doing so good for me baby,” he groaned. He brought his fingers to his lips, wetting them. Slick with his saliva his fingers found your clit, rubbing slow circles as he looked into your eyes.

You rolled your hips against his, his cock filling you perfectly.

“Want you to sit on my face when I get back later,” he said, his other hand running up your body, playing with your tits.

“Yeah?” you asked, breathless. He nodded.

“Want to fucking drown in your pussy. Best pussy I ever had,” he smirked. You whimpered.

Slowly you began to ride him, getting wetter and wetter as he kept touching you, the bed creaking beneath you.

“Fuck,” you moaned, moving a little faster.

“Ride that dick,” he growled and you gasped. Both of his hands were on your hips now, gripping you as he began to fuck up into you.

“Joel…” you whimpered, meeting his thrusts.

“Shit, wish we had more time,” he groaned and you smiled. You leaned down, kissing him. His hands wandered under your shirt, up your back, keeping you against his chest.

“Later,” you hummed against his lips.

“Later,” he agreed.

“Now, make me cum, Miller,” you teased and he growled, flipping you so you were laying on your back, staring up at him. He was so fucking broad, it was ridiculous.

And he was all yours.

He began to move then, his big hands gripping your thighs, fucking you with quick fast thrusts. He spit on your pussy, making it even wetter.

“Cum for me,” he groaned. You brought one hand down to rub your clit as he fucked you. You cried out his name, your walls clenching his cock as he fucked you through your orgasm.

“Always get so fucking tight, fuck…” he hissed, thrusting a couple more times until he twitched inside you, pumping his cum into you. He stayed inside as he leaned down kissing you sloppily.

“Really glad I had my tubes tied before the world went to hell,” you mumbled against his lips, making him chuckle.

God, why couldn’t it be like this all the time? In your little bubble with him forgetting what went on outside and what the world had become. Then again you would have never met him then.

“I gotta go,” you pouted. He kissed you again, his softening cock pulling out of you. You were about to sit up, when he stopped you, lowering his face between your thighs, his tongue cleaning you up.

“What the… fuck Joel,” you moaned. He sucked your clit between his lips, teasingly, before he let go of you, licking his lips like he just had the most delicious meal.

“We taste good,” he winked, before he turned around, grabbing his pants.

“You fucking tease,” you called after him, hearing him chuckle.

“Get dressed, you gonna be late,” he said, pulling his jeans up.

You were indeed late but somehow you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Not after that break.

And because you were still wearing his shirt.

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nutmegroo1514 · 2 years ago

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A few headcanons for a relationship between Rip Wheeler and a shy, quiet, introverted fem!reader:

Protective!Rip dialed up 10000%

Walker ain’t even allowed to LOOK at you, much less speak to you beyond “yes ma’am” and “no ma’am.”

Whenever you go into town, Rip insists he goes with you, or he sends someone with you. He doesn’t like you going alone.

When things get rough on the ranch, he insists you stay in the cabin where it’s safe.

Rip tries really, really hard not to bring work home with him. But sometimes, it happens. And when it does, he’s clipped and cranky and there’s just this thundercloud hovering over him.

When he accidentally barks at you, and he sees you flinch, withdrawing away from him, he knows he messed up big time.

He’ll give you space and take that time to calm down. Then he’ll kiss your forehead and apologize for snapping at you.

One of his favorite things in the world is coming home to see you sitting on the porch, waiting for him.

Sometimes, you feel a little bad because he’s so tough and you’re not. But whenever those doubts slip out, Rip insistently shakes his head and he’s very happy to see that you manage to stay soft in a world that is unkind.

It’s a common occurrence when you’re talking to someone - in town, a ranch hand, etc - that Rip will be standing behind quiet, shy little you, while he’s back there glaring daggers and looking intimidating as a bear.

You are literally the only person on earth who can tease him about it and get away with it.

“Did you do your mean face?”

He just raises his eyebrows slightly, amused. “My what now?”

“Your mean face. That expression you use when you don’t want people lookin’ twice at me.”

You attempt to mimic him - puffing yourself up, putting on a stern face, narrowing your eyes - and it’s a rare thing to make Rip Wheeler laugh but you manage it.

Most of the time, Rip appreciates how shy and quiet you are.

And then there are other times, where it scares the hell out of him. You couldn’t hurt a fly but the world he knows, the world he exists in every day, could snuff you out as easily as a breath of wind on a candle flame. So he worries about you quite a bit.

And on very rare occasions, you and Rip butt heads about your differing perspectives.

He will always choose the gruff, direct, blunt route. To you, this is brash and comes across as callous.

You will prefer the sensitive, tactful option. To him, this is pussy-footing around the issue and it’s better to just deal with it.

Sometimes, you never truly reach a middle ground because you’re both so different. But you love each other like crazy so you agree to disagree.

You rarely set foot in the bunkhouse. Ever. It’s noisy and loud and Rip absolutely does NOT encourage you to go in there.

But you’re curious about it too because he spends a lot of time there. It’s such a big part of his life, alongside the ranch hands.

Ryan and Lloyd pester Rip about bringing you around so they can finally get to know this girl he’s gone soft for.

When Rip continually says no, Ryan and Lloyd tag-team you, inviting you to play some cards and have some fun on a Friday night.

When you show up, you realize you are leagues outside of your comfort zone. But Rip is glued to your side, shooting threatening looks at everyone to be on their best behavior while you’re around.

But as you warm up, the other ranch hands take a liking to you. Your quiet ways are refreshing in a boisterous bunkhouse of loud cowboys.

You’ll quickly learn how to speak up to be heard as they become more comfortable around you. It doesn’t take long before you start trash-talking like the best of them.

After that, the ranch hands have practically adopted you and they’re eager to show you how to rope, ride, etc.

Rip would rather not repeat the experience. Meanwhile you have a little extra bounce in your step.

“They liked me!”

He laughs softly and touches your cheek. “Of course they did, honey. Why wouldn’t they?”

You shrug and snuggle under his arm.

“Guess I just always thought I wasn’t tough enough for you, that’s all. That was fun though. We should do it again.”

Rip hums and shakes his head, brushing a kiss to your temple.

“That would mean I’d have to share you again, darlin’, and I ain’t makin’ a habit of that.”

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nutmegroo1514 · 3 years ago

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bitches be like “this is my comfort show” and it’s a show about a bunch of gay kids with daddy issues running around killing monsters from a different dimension.

its me, i am bitches

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nutmegroo1514 · 3 years ago

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Object Of My Desire

.main masterlist. .stranger things masterlist.

premise: Robin gets a little jealous seeing how happy you are with Eddie.

{request}: They’re hanging with the group in the woods, but Robin is jealous of Eddie and Reader? They get time alone laying in the grass talking, and Robin ends up playing with Reader’s breast, which leads to sex as they try to be quiet. But Robin keeps teasing her because she wants Eddie to hear. (TO THE ANON WHO REQUESTED, SORRY I DELETED THE REQUEST)

Warnings: Jealous Robin, oral, fingering, swearing, semi edited.

WC: 5.9K

A/N: Hey babes, sorry this took so long, and sorry if it fucking sucks because you know it is what it is. Don’t hate me this is my first ever thing like this, so again sorry if you don’t like it. MY BESTIE TOLD ME SHE COULD REALLY TELL THAT I HAD A THING FOR EDDIE.

A special thanks to these babes for all of their help! @ccosmic-illusion, @whotfisemi @anothernightsky @brydizzel, @23victoria Thank you sweet sweet babes!

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nutmegroo1514 · 3 years ago

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jealous | eddie munson

pairing: eddie munson x (f)harrington!reader

imagine: you’ve been a loyal member to the hellfire club for the past 3 years, as well as being eddie’s best friend. you are also extremely outgoing and charismatic, and carry the favor of every member in the club. although he knows you’re nothing but friendly, eddie can’t help but feel jealous at just how friendly you are with everyone else. he hasn’t admitted his feelings to you yet, but he wants you to be friendly with just him. maybe even a little more than friendly… ;)

warning: fluff, jealous eddie, suggestive thoughts, swearing.

word count: 3.0k

You plopped down in your designated spot next to Eddie at the lunch table, the bag you brought containing your lunch smacked down in front of you. You shoot each of the boys one of your breathtaking smiles with a ‘hello,’ and of course they all can’t help but smile back. Most of them would rather die than admit it, but all of the boys held some sort of candle of a crush for you. But could anyone blame them? You were a gorgeous girl that hung out with them everyday and played a game, (quite well) that they were all obsessed with. You were technically the girl of their dreams.

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nutmegroo1514 · 3 years ago

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Abili Drabbles

TASM Peter Parker x female reader

Here lies the mini-masterlist of drabbles following on from my fic The Perfect Alibi.

This limited series contains eight smaller instalments. Some fluff, some angst, some hurt/comfort, some love. Feel free to stick around if you’d like to read more 💜

Headrush - Peter kinda likes hanging upside-down. You’re not convinced.

Apocalypse - The world is ending, and Peter is there to see you through.

Sleepover - Peter spends the night with you and your roommate.

Bitter - When Peter loses control, he finds you as a safe place to land.

Busted - The breaking point is reached and the truth comes out.

Allowed

Fallout

Absolution

#Peter parker #tasm #tasm peter parker #peter Parker x reader #peter Parker fluff #peter x reader #peter x you #peter Parker x you #marvel fluff #marvel fanfic

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nutmegroo1514 · 3 years ago

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Unofficial Games (Pt.3)

[Alpha Ushijima x Omega reader]

Thank all of you for your support on this series! I know it's been so long since I've posted anything to do with it, but here is part THREE!! FINALLY! But don't worry! I'm already planning for part 4 heheh. So hopefully part four won't take nearly as long! Unfortunately there is no wakatoshi interaction with omega chan yet, but heyyyy it's all a b o u t t h e p i n i n g!! IN ALL SERIOUSNESS the rest of the story has a loose plan around it and hopefully I will finish part four much sooner :)

This part had to be written to further the story, as otherwise it may feel too rushed, but if I pushed anything else into this chapter it would've taken even longer to get done, and I just couldn't wait to finally give this to all of y'all! Guess which character is returning? Hmmmmm? Anyway, I'm planning on putting this story on AO3 that way all parts can be read without too much blog searching haha. I will be editing part one a little to turn it into a better reading format for ao3. Anywho enjoy ❤️❤️❤️❤️

It had been a whole week. One whole week you had done you best to avoid anything and anyone that could even be remotely involved with volleyball.

You avoided all coaches and sports students, especially the students. The girls who worshipped any and all jocks were also on the long list of those to avoid. There were also the cheerleaders and even the horse fields. You came to class exactly on time, keeping others from approaching you; and you packed your bag as soon as the teacher shut his book. All lunches were spent in hiding and you ran for your dorm as soon as the bell rang.

So far all your efforts appeared to be working.

You were glad for that, you insisted to your unimpressed omega, as you had every right to be.

His desire to court you didn't go completely unappreciated, you were at least flattered. However you had your studies and club activities to focus on, so you had no time to bend yourself out of shape to please an alpha you barely knew. Your omega vehemently disagreed and you wanted to smack yourself for acting so submissive and accepting of his rather rude offer. You should have just told him to drop the subject.

Despite his seemingly unmovable desires, you felt as though he would have respected your wish.

But of course you hadn't said anything, you had relied on instincts and depended on submission to get you through it. As you did for most of your problems.

However, the road one treks the most will soon be the only road one can take without struggling.

He knew which dorm you were in. Thankfully it appeared as though his matches and practice were keeping him busy, so you had luck in that regard. Hopefully it would stay that way and you wouldn't have to actually see him face to face again.

How foolish you were.

How completely naive to think an alpha like Ushijima Wakatoshi would simply let you hide.

He had practically ordered you to do something and you had directly disobeyed. He may have been busy that week but if he desired he could have gone over to your dorm.

He chose not to.

Mostly due to his schedule... and alphas who were rutting usually were barred from entering the buildings that omegas dorms were in. Of course there was also the fact that once he'd come out of his rut he'd had to face a crowd of furious people, one of which was the coach. He was apparently in trouble for fighting on school property, though they seemed understanding enough once he explained; they restricted the time allotted for practice, though normally students caught fighting would be suspended, he himself received only a warning.

So even if he had tried he wouldn't have made any leeway.

All that week however he was repeatedly scolded by everyone for coming on too strong and scaring away the only omega that had stuck around. Tendou appeared especially pissed, he seemed understanding enough, but in his own words-

"Did ya really need to break the blondies arm? Like- I get it, you've got those 'temperamental alpha issues' but seriously? That's a little extreme my man, especially from you!"

"I only broke his wrist." Ushijima replied, raising a brow at the red heads' words.

"Like that's any different! Really of all people, you seemed to have the most control of your alpha, and the first years have the nerve to call meee unpredictable! At least you'll be the center of the rumors for a while." He muttered while tying up a bag filled with volleyballs.

It was true that Tendou was usually at the center of gossip most days, but it wasn't due to his weird behaviors or even his appearance, instead the majority of the rumors were about his alpha and his scent. He certainly had an unusual scent, and that day when he'd gotten irritated, it had showed. His emotions swung wildly and intensely, was that his alpha's doing? Possibly, though it would not be surprising in the slightest, considering Tendou relied on his alpha for every decision; he claimed that if he didn't rely on his alpha he'd get worse at volleyball, although that could be debated. A lot of first years found pleasure in talking about their resident freakshow, through closed doors of course, no one wanted the volleyball yokai coming after them while they slept.

"She has not come in today?" Ushijima questioned.

Tendou was swift to reply.

"Tch. I wouldn't either. You do realize that crowding a scared omega into some dark alleyway is the worst way to ask them out right?! Especially since you were rutting at that time- if I were her I would've thought the absolute worst case scenario!! I mean think about, Ushiwaka!"

There was a brief pause while they took down the rest of the equipment and locked up.

"It was beside her dorm. It was not a dark alleyway. "

Tendou sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose and dramatically hunched over.

"You could have at least tried to deny it ya know? I mean seriously you probably looked scary as hell! Imagine being a poor defenseless omega, frightened by an alpha who just can't take a hint, only to be cornered by a pre-rut Alpha who demands that you become HIS mate. I'd run for the fucking hills, and probably call the police too." He laughed at the end and stretched his arms above his head.

"Most alphas will claim omegas they deem fit to be their mate as soon as they see an opportunity to do so." That was his calculated reply.

"Man you're basically saying that you should get a sticker for not raping her." Tendou gave him a deadpan look between his arms.

"I would not. I would claim her if she consented. Sex is not needed to claim an omega." Ushijima's brow furrowed the more Tendou laughed at him.

"I know that- ah nevermind. Listen, here is what ya gotta do my bestie! Get her some flowers or something! Omegas love flowers! Oh, and some chocolates and stuffed animals, all the cheesy couples stuff, that's the best way to get omegas to soften up a bit! And, since it's my special lil omega you're trying to court, I'll even add in some personalized recommendations!"

Ushijima stopped in his tracks, an unreadable expression crossing his features in the darkness, only visible due to the light from the pole several feet away.

"Your omega?" His voice was low.

"Eh?" Tendou turned to look back at him in confusion, "oh, whatever, your omega then- if you feel so inclined."

Ushijima huffed and his features returned to normal as he took another step forward, returning to their previous pace.

"I know she really likes art stuff but she's always struggling to carry it around all the time. Maybe a bag or something to help? I dunno, hell maybe even some art stuff, like paint brushes or something would be more interesting to her!" He turned to Ushijima, his grin growing more when he noticed the reason for the other alphas silence.

"Ohoho what do we have here? Heya Blondie! Hows that wrist of yours feelin?" Tendou grinned a little too brightly for the situation spread before him.

The blonde pup, the one who touched you so rudely, and had challenged Ushijima, stood before them.

For a moment he said nothing, looking off to the side instead of facing the duo's wrath.

"I… I wanted to apologize." He bent forwards, bowing at a ninety degree angle and pressing his lips together.

"Well it took ya long enough!"

The coach hadn't actually allowed the blonde to ditch volleyball, as he was an absolute menace on court and was known to use such sloppy techniques no one could correctly defend against him. Using him was a bit like using a secret wild card and though he was only a first year, he had enough potential to ensure he was kept on the team.

Ushijima's eyes narrowed in suspicion. He had to listen to the coach's orders, no matter how much he disagreed with them.

"Why are you here?" Ushijima asked the pup, although it sounded more like a statement.

"I- I wanted to apologize for my behaviour! It was wrong, I didn't realize she was your mate, and I wanted to apologize to her again for making her uncomfortable." He remained in his bowing position, putting himself at their mercy. "And, I wanted to ask to start over- and, and I won't cause any more trouble for you, captain!"

Ushijima's only response was a bland 'I see.'.

But thankfully Tendou was there to ease the tension. "Don't think ya don't gotta prove yourself though, kiddie. Haha, I mean ya did create quite a problem and I can't say everyone is gonna be willing to accept you now that you've made such a bad impression."

"Y-yes sir, I'm- I'm aware!"

"Ohohooo, yes sir?? I could get used to that, whaddya think about that eh, Ushiwaka?"

Ushijima was still analyzing the pup silently.

"U-shi-wak-ah?? Ya just gonna stare all day er what?"

He hummed, seemingly finding what he was looking for, and stepped forward to the blonde. He slowly raised his hand and offered it to the pup.

"My name is Ushijima Wakatoshi. I will be your captain."

The blonde looked teary eyed as he accepted the handshake, and was quick to straighten his shoulders and introduce himself. "My na-name is Kai Kaminari. I- uh, I want to become the Ace one day!"

Ushijima nodded, releasing Kai's hand and told him that in order to become the Ace, he would need to practice harder than ever before.

"I know, sir. Is- uh, is the omega still there? Or with you? Because, I wanted to apologise to her as well… But I haven't been able to find her."

Tendou laughed and patted Kai on the shoulder. "Ahah, yeah she's not been to any practices since you challenged our all-purpose Ace here."

Kai eyes widened and his face immediately became upset, "I am so- so sorry for upsetting her that badly-"

"Nah, she would've kept coming, Ushijima is the one who has to apologize to her. I'm assuming you haven't heard that he basically scared her so bad that I'm surprised she didn't transfer to a different school haha!" Tendou was nudging Ushijima in the ribs playfully. "I guess both of you are terrible with omegas." Tendou finished with a laugh.

Kai fiddled with his cast and began offering suggestions to help you feel more comfortable, or even safe enough to come back to the practices, but Tendou just waved him off.

"I've got a plan to get her back here, she just skittish is all, leave it to your favorite miracle boy! Sa-to-ri!" He pointed at himself with his thumbs, earning less than impressed looks from both alphas.

"Seriously though, Ushijima and I got this handled Kai! Why don't you head to your dorm now yeah? Its getting late and you're going to need a lot of energy at practice tomorrow!" Kai's eyes lit up at Tendou's words, and the blonde was quick to say his goodnight's and thank you's before sprinting past them to where his dorm was located.

"I'm surprised you were so passive with him, last time you saw him you were ready to kill the pup!"

"He has to be on the team, and I do not wish to be at odds constantly. Similar to how it is not possible for a herd to survive if they fight amongst themselves. The weakness can be seen by coyotes, and they will separate and devour the weakest in the herd. If the herd never moves as a group, they will all be defeated."

"Yeah that didn't clear anything up, but hey at least the kid can be involved in practice more now. Hopefully that wrist of his won't cause him any problems."

"It's possible it will. If he can no longer play coach will take care of it."

Tendou replied with an 'I guess…' And they continued to walk in silence until they reached their dorms.

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nutmegroo1514 · 3 years ago

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Takeda-sensei is a wise man

Just reading the Haikyuu manga, don't mind me...

Also, I relate to the author on multiple levels.

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nutmegroo1514 · 3 years ago

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GOOD COMPANY

kageyama tobio x fem!reader

you made him jealous, what do you expect from a hot head?

warnings: smut 18+, minors do not interact (mdi), fluffy, squint and you might might find angst, mentions of alcohol and its consumption, exhibitionism, unprotected sex wrap it up always ppl, consensual everything, fingering, bondage, spanking, fwb relationship, just lots of smutsies and i smacked like a dab one word probably of degradation in there

a/n: i made the header but the art is by a great artist on tumgir named shroff-18

<- haikyuu mobster event || rules

Kageyama asked you to come, he didn’t think that you’d have any problem hanging around with him while he stoically stared down people and casually argued with Hinata. He was reserved, rather short tempered and always managed to cloak the genius in that great big head of his with a glare or what you considered to be that stupid thick skull of his.

It’s not that you didn’t appreciate him, you did, but you’d think he’d pick up on how you felt after all that time spent with him. Casually spending any free time you had with each other or the frequenting you did at his place, more specifically his bed…

But it was hard to be mad at him even if he could be short sighted sometimes. He sent you a dress, spoiling you as he claimed he wasn’t, and inviting you out to occasions like this why? Mainly so he could show you off is what you originally thought. But every evening was spent the same way.

You smiled, choosing to humor his company which usually was those he considered his superiors, namely Daichi, Suga, Asahi, even Tanaka, Nishinoya and a few others. You alone never ever happened unless you were with any of them and none of their company. But when he saw you enjoying yourself, laughing, and smiling with Hinata and Yamaguchi it ended with him pulling the leash.

“Y/n.” He would call, never baby or love or angel, just Y/n. His voice stern, eyes set in a glare specifically tailored to you. I want you with me, an affectionate and silent undertone you’d learned that tone meant. That his body language spoke so clearly to you.

You were sat beside him, talking with Tsukishima who would often get on his nerves, but somehow tolerate you.

Kageyama would be nursing a drink, talking with Hinata or occasionally someone from “work” or someone he used to associate with like Iwaizumi or Sakusa. But he’d have a hand on you and that’s how it always started. When you sat down, he’d lean over and press his lips to your ear and greet you, choosing to whisper how sexy you looked as the record holder of holding the straightest face of all fucking time before turning back to his company to talk about shares or something.

You didn’t care. Not when his hand found the slit in your dress and he always sent you a dress with a slit in it. You’d ask him to change, but he would refuse every time unless you really meant it.

His hand would cup your thigh, rubbing the skin lightly as he continued to conversate or in his case, listen and coyly respond. And the hand would travel higher and higher until Kageyama’s hand found the pretty underwear he wanted you to wear for him at this party. He would visibly relax and play with your lips as if his hand wasn’t in your dress and eventually he’d just excuse himself from the conversation and when everyone from the table left you were left with him turning to you and trying to find a way to break his record of marking you up from last time.

Your shaky sighs and whimpers would always attract attention especially when he was practically hovering over you and groping your body the same way he might when you both were alone.

But this time Kageyama had called you back only for you to sit and have him play with your frilly underwear. Usually you’d be enraptured in his touch, downing wine glass after wine glass until Kageyama gave up his conversation to makeout with you in the driver’s seat of a car that’s not meant to have you grinding down on his crotch. It’d been two hours and still nothing.

You scoffed at yourself, closing your legs effectively shutting his hand out while you nursed your fourth glass of champagne. You weren’t really upset for how this was turning out. Kageyama hadn’t wanted a relationship and you were fine with that, but teasing for two hours was driving you up a wall.

You felt him look over at you, but you didn’t spare him a glance or see the questioning look on his face. He leaned towards you tilting your champagne glass away from your lips and with the same hand turned your head towards him while he massaged your thigh the way you liked.

“What’s wrong?”

He wanted to smirk at the pout tracing your lips, but he only leaned over, pressing his lips to your ear with a slight smile.

“There's a bathroom if you need help cleaning up.”

Sakusa, who’d been sitting beside Kageyama, noted your widened eyes before you took Kageyama’s hand and stood up with a smile. One that made Kageyama’s nose turn up and his eyes narrow when you smirked down at him as if he knew what you were about to do. “I’m going to go get something better than champagne. I’ll see you in a bit, Tobio.”

He huffed, watching you walk off toward the bar. You were not supposed to leave. This was not the plan for the evening and he most certainly did not want you drinking anything too heavy before it was time to go. He knew why, but he knew better than to break his own rule so he shut his mouth and nodded for Sakusa to keep talking while he watched you take a seat at the bar.

You smiled at Suna who’d chosen to work the bar because he didn’t want to have to conversate with any of the sleazes beside his co-workers.

But Ennoshita came over, making you a drink and giving you a wink, “There’s a gentleman all the way on the other side of the bar, thought you’d look twice as stunning with a drink in your hand.”

Your gaze shot over to Bokuto’s associate, Akaashi, one that Hinata would sometimes mention when coming back from a business trip outside of their territory. The man gave you a smile and you took the drink, walking over to the sleek figure watching him straighten up and shoulders broadening prettily.

He gave a small smirk as you approached, standing up and letting you take his seat after much insisting. “Twice as stunning with a drink in my hand?”

His brows furrowed and he scoffed, “I actually phrased it that you’d look divine sipping on something a little more quality than cheap champagne, but I suppose that’s true. You do look quite stunning. With the drink that is.”

“And without?”

The sultry lilt in your voice made him lean close, “Well sipping does put you on a high, but getting you on one without shouldn’t be too hard.”

There was that dazzling smile of yours. It made Akaashi lean into the counter further, completely taken with how pretty you were and his palm laid face up for you to take, before he traced the lines in your hand with a bit of a look.

“Palm reader?”

He shook his head and brought your knuckles to his lips to kiss before you caught those pretty eyes. Brighter than the blue you were used to and quickly shoving any doubt you had out of your mind about this little plan to mix up your night.

“No. Just curious as to how someone so pretty was left here alone without their date.”

You shrugged, leaning into him when his other hand came to cup your face at this new intimacy of being closer. “Maybe I’m not. Then what?”

“I’d say he’s missing out then.” He muttered before pressing his lips to yours. You hummed at his warmth and the taste of wine lingering on his tongue. Your breathy laugh made him part just enough to look down at you, but when you opened your eyes he wasn’t there.

No, Akaashi had been tossed into the dance floor making people fall and yelling start and fights ensue. You didn’t get to watch people begin yelling at each other because a firm grip on your jaw turned you so you were looking up at Kageyama who was glaring down at you.

You offered him the smallest smile, but it fell upon seeing him at his full height, the frown he usually wore deepened as if you had been one of the admirers he had to tell off whenever you went shopping with him.

You swallowed thickly and uttered his name, but your small voice so cute and pathetic flew right over his head.

“Having fun over here?” You glanced at Akaashi who was being shaken by a big hothead, but Kageyama’s narrowed gaze kept you from looking away for too long. “Let’s go.”

You’d thought that you were leaving because he was taking you out in the parking lot, but that had not been the case. He guided you by the small of your back, ushering you to keep pace with him when eventually he’d gotten fed up with you and lifted you into his arms before setting you on the hood of his car.

That’s how you ended up bent over the sleek hood of his car, dress shoved up your waist so your ass was exposed to the welcoming cold breeze that was your reprieve from Kageyama’s wrath on your reddened cheeks, rubbing over them once before he leaned over you with letting his lips trace your neck. Uncaring if you were shivering from the wind or him teasing his fingers through your slick folds.

“So you decided to go straying like a slut. Flirting with someone else like I hadn’t just been playing with this sloppy cunt underneath the table.” A sharp slap to your clit made you jolt higher up the hood of the car, cold against your skin and such a contrast to the unbearable heat building where his fingers played with your slick. “Was that not enough? Hm, baby?”

“You were taking too long.” You gasped, lifting your head and shooting him a smile but it faltered when you saw the stern look on his face.

He stood upright, dipping his fingers into your heat and watching you shudder at the pull of pain and pleasure fighting for residence over your mind.

“Had to take care of myself since—"

Kageyama’s fingers, barely halfway inside of you, curled upwards and brushed that spot that had your legs shaking like a fawn. His glare made you clench around his couple fingers, he knew it did, but he also had a feeling you liked being in trouble like this. “Finish.”

Your legs quaked as he casually stroked that spot inside of you with the tip of his finger. You squeezed his fingers so tightly he had to bite back a groan, but you couldn’t know how much this was effecting him. He could clearly see it was messing with you though. Pretty eyes blinking up at him as you dizzily tried to piece together a sentence. “W-What?”

He clicked his tongue, stuffing his fingers to the knuckle and watching obediently move up the car with a whine that made him feel all the more shackled in his suit pants.

You were so distracted by his fingers lightly scissoring and the pretty squelch of your pussy on his fingers, drawing in labored breaths as you set your cheek on the hood of his car with a sigh. He found pride crawling up his chest at how you were reduced to nothing but trembling and whimpers from his fingers alone. Praise was on the tip of his tongue, but he had to bite his cheek upon remembering that you were supposed to feel exactly why he had you bent over this car.

“Finish that sentence. Had to take care of yourself since what?” Kageyama waited for you to try and piece together what you’d been talking about, but all he received in response was furrowed brows and a gaping mouth.

He smirked then, bracing one hand between your front to flip you sideways on the car but only enough so one of your legs was still on the ground.

You attempted to move so you’d have more control over your movements, so maybe you’d have more than just a few toes on the ground to keep you grounded, but the firm grip on your waist and the fingers still deep inside your quivering hole betrayed you. You weren’t going anywhere and boy did the evidence slip down your thighs.

“Tobio-”

He laughed, picking his pace up and watching your body jump and squirm with every thrust of his fingers. Pleasure quickly over taking your senses and making you have to grasp the hand firmly planted on your love handles, preventing you from sliding anywhere but back onto Kageyama’s fingers. “I’m Tobio now? Where was that cute little voice when we were inside? Before I tossed that idiot that thought he could flirt with you?”

You whimpered, bracing yourself and moaning so loud that it made you seize up, especially when you felt the breeze caressing your body. Kageyama was fingerfucking you on the hood of his car in a full parking lot at an event that ended in less than two hours.

“Kag-” You moaned, trying to slow his arm, but that only made him speed up. Leaning up to grin into your cheek and watch you begin to lose yourself the more your lovely walls fluttered around his fingers. “K-Kage- Kageyama!”

You whimpered, leaning into the lips that begin moulding harshly into your neck in an effort you already knew would successfully leave you marked up in the morning.

On the very edge of your orgasm, he gave a harsh thrust of his fingers before removing them completely. He watched you squirm and press your exposed lower half to the painful problem in his pants. He ran a hand through his hair, messing up the part in it and giving the same kind of huff one might in the instance he found an old toy long forgotten about. But you weren’t a toy he knew that much. This was a game. One where you were babbling for him to make you cum and he watched the mess drip down your thighs and onto whatever surface he deemed fit to fuck you on.

“You’re so pretty.” He sighed as if it were such an inconvienence for you to be so pretty for him.

He brought his fingers to his mouth, licking over his digits and humming before sweeping some up from your thigh and giving the faintest smirk when he saw your half disgusted look.

“Mm-” He hummed as if he were drinking too much and not lapping at your essence on your face. “Taste?” A statement more than a question when he leaned down to where you laid trying to catch your breath on the hood of his car.

You leaned up, locking your lips with his and moaning at the tangy taste on his tongue. The faint sparkling from champagne, tang from stealing Sakusa’s olives out of his drink earlier, and if he hadn’t had you suck on his fingers before, you wouldn’t have known the semi sweet added to the mix was you.

He leaned back, unzipping himself and lowering his slacks just slightly and stripping himself of his jacket, tossing it to the car’s antenna. “Good, right?”

You dumbly nodded, licking your lips at the sight of him. Kageyama rubbed himself in the slick drooling from your messy cunt, sighing as if he’d taken off his shoes like he’d gotten home late. He bit his lip, breathing much heavier at the sight of your folds so snug and perfect with his dick sliding between them.

Kageyama lined himself up, pressing in and watching you squirm, trembling and desperately gripping onto him at the slight burn. He rolled his eyes, loosening the belt around his waist, “I forgot you’re a fucking brat tonight.”

You stuttered over words, grabbing his shirt trying to get his eyes back on you. You wanted to touch, you were going to be good as long as he stuffed you full and fucked you the way you loved. Having him so close was such a treat and being able to scratch down his back was even better. “Tobio, w-wait-- good. W-Wait, I’ll be good.”

Kageyama raised a brow, actually thinking it over much to your surprise. His hand loosened itself from his belt and around your body to rub at your neglected clit. You jumped so hard that the car jolted in place with you just slightly, moans errupting from your swollen lips immediately and legs quivering slightly as Kageyama played with the bud and rolling it between his fingers. Your hands grabbed his arm, one fisting his shirt while the other tangled in his hair when he stopped, shaking his head with a sigh.

“Good girls ask first.” He sighed, tugging his belt off in one quick, fluid motion.

“Tobio--”

“Wrists.”

Kageyama’s eyes had been on your legs, still shaking from him playing with your pretty little button but his gaze lifted to find your lip slightly poked out. A sight that always made his heart sputter in his chest.

“You know what I’ve never liked?” He asked, turning you on your side to lace the belt around your wrists so they were pinned behind your back. “Brats. But you know, you’re pretty so this is a new low. Batting those pretty lashes at me and I can’t tell if I want kiss all over your face and watch you get flustered or if I just want to fuck my cum inside you for a few hours.”

You felt your heart jolt at his words, not expecting to hear them tonight or ever. Let alone half naked on the hood his car where anyone could walk out and stumble upon Kageyama fucking you over the hood of his car.

“You think m’pretty.” You gave a triumphant smile and he scoffed, leaning down with a hum to capture a taste of your sweet lips again.

“And annoying.”

But before you could say anything more, he was inside of you with one smooth thrust. The moment your squeal hit the air and your back arched so pretty for him, he was a goner. Rearing back and shoving you onto your stomach with a groan before pistoning his cock in and out of your messy cunt.

“Fuck fuck fuck-” He panted mouth agape as he lost himself in the feeling of your slippery warm heat tightening around him so prettily. His fingers harshly digging into the meat of your thighs and shoving them up to keep your arch as he fucked into you like he might never get the chance again.

His back pressed to yours, biting at your shoulders and giving a whimper occasionally when you squeezed just right The squelching of his cock sinking into your drooling pussy kept getting louder, filling the air around you and the muffled slapping of his thighs against yours left little to the imagination of anyone passing by. Your moans, your sounds had him quickening his pace to draw more of those pretty sounds and the warmth from your pussy down your legs and onto his slacks.

“Tobio! F-Fuck, To- Ahh! Tobio!” You cried, trying to find some kind of leverage to fuck yourself back into him. Back onto the cock that felt like it was impaling your sweet little g-spot. “Please, ahh fuck yes!” You wailed, eyes rolling back at him forcing you down harder against the hood of the car and sinking deeper into your heat.

Tobio straightened up when he felt his knees getting weak, the tingling in his stomach growing more violent the harsher his thrusts became and the more you moaned.

“Gunna cum-” He grunted low on a breath, eyes becoming glossy from the pleasure racking up his spine more intensely than he was expecting. “Fuck, please.” His voice broke, rasping the nearer he got to his orgasm.

“Babe, I’m-”

He stopped, shoving your hips flush to the car and pressing his hips snug to yours before desperately rutting in. One of his hands leaving your hips to grab the belt wrapped around your wrists and fuck harder into that spot that made you scream. Your clit on the cold hood, rubbing with how fast he was fucking made you squeal, your walls fluttering and clenching hard around him.

Kageyama leaned forward, taking your waist hammering his hips to yours thickly as ropes and ropes of cum were emptied into your pretty cunt. He leaned down, kissing your nape and loosening the belt and watching you fuck yourself back on his cock until your legs quit and you laid against the hood, panting just as hard as he was.

“You okay?” He asked, voice scratchy as he lifted your leg, watching your mixed cum dribble out of your clenching hole, still obviously affected by the aftershocks of your orgasm. “That’s hot.”

You turned your head, a signal you wanted a kiss, Kageyama leaned down pressing his lips to yours and allowing you to revel in his warmth before he pulled back to massage your ass when he tapped your hip.

“I might’ve lost your panties.”

You whipped around, looking to see his lips slightly pursed, but he waved his hand, “But it’s okay. I’ll just buy you more.”

“Tobio! Someone might jerk to random panties in a parking lot.” You scoffed, trying to hoist yourself up.

“Bubble bath to make it better?” He asked, a slight smile on his face, helping you to your feet and giving a slight cheer as he led you back towards the building.

“Where are we going?”

“Home.” Kageyama cast you a confused glance before giving a smirk. “You didn’t even notice, did you?”

Your brows furrowed when he pecked your lips.

“That wasn’t my car, babe.”