#meian shugo x reader

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Birthday Girl

Meian Shugo x Fem! reader (she/her)

Warnings: swearing, tiny “fight” scene, provocative dancing, kissing, Atsumu being bullied (?), suggestive themes, drinking

WC: 4.6k ~

AN: I’ve had this one in the drafts for a while and idk friends, it’s not that good 😅

“So what time are you guys heading to the club for YN’s birthday tomorrow?” Hinata asked his teammates as they pulled on their training gear and prepared for practice. Meian, listening from the other side of the lockers, was pulling on his shirt as the four youngest members of the Jackals talk about your birthday party plans.

“Well I told YN I’d pick her up so probably around 9,” Sakusa answered. A twinge of jealousy struck Meian as he slammed his locker door a little too hard, prompting Thomas and Inunaki to look over at him. Why did Sakusa have the privilege of picking you up for your special night? What made him so special?

He growled, walking past his teammates, going to the open office. Grabbing some paperwork, he began looking it over while his ears continued to tune into the conversation happening just outside.

“I booked the table starting at 8:30. I figured we could go and decorate before she got there,” Atsumu mentioned to the group as they all shook their heads in agreement.

“Ohh what did you get her? I was planning on going with Akaashi tonight to grab her gift,” Bokuto inquired as Atsumu smirked, shutting his locker and looking at his teammates.

“Like I’d tell any of you,” Sakusa huffed as Hinata and Bokuto narrowed their eyes in his direction. Atsumu just chuckled, shaking his head as Sakusa turned to his direction, “ok so tell us, what are you getting YN?”

“I’m gifting YN my assistance in bagging her a man,” Atsumu declared as Hinata, Sakusa and Bokuto looked at him in surprise, right before the burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.

“Oh my god Sumu you’re joking right?” Hinata chuckled as Thomas and Inunaki rounded the corner to join their juniors.

“You can’t even bag yourself a steady date Sumu why the hell would you pass that curse to YN?” Sakusa laughed as Atsumu narrowed his eyes, hands going to his hips.

Meian tried to focus on the paper in front of him, the list of new training techniques given to him by the coach to try but Atsumu’s declaration of his gift made it extremely difficult to do anything else. He heard Inunaki and Thomas laugh at their setter.

“Atsumu, I doubt YN needs your help in that way. She’s fucking gorgeous!” Inunaki chimed in as the paper in Meian’s hand began to crinkle as his grip tightened.

“Yeah, she probably gets laid more than any of us do!” Thomas joked as the guys all hummed in agreement.

The pencil in Meian’s hand snapped as he continued to listen to his teammates talk about you.

“Well apparently, she’s been having a dry spell for a few months. She’s caught up on some fucker or something, so I figured what better way to help her than to get her laid!” Atsumu shouted, his hands going out as he declared his resolution.

Listening to Atsumu talk about your intimate life irritated the 6’6” captain. Meian tried his best to hide his attraction to you, for years he’d managed to keep things extremely professional despite his desire for more. He watched his teammates hang all over you while he did his best to maintain order. He wanted you to feel comfortable and safe in your job and he knew exactly how stressful it could be running the lives of an entire professional men’s volleyball team.

However, it became more and more difficult the closer you and him became. On bus rides, you’d always ask to sit next to him which at first, he happily obliged. Then you’d ask for your hotel room to be next to his, just in case you needed help with organizing team activities. Soon you’d be arriving early for practice, bringing him coffee and just talking before everyone else arrived. You’d stand right next to him during team meetings and huddles, your eyes locking with him as he looked around at his teammates right before a game.

Those eyes were the same ones he pictured as he fantasized about his made-up relationship with you. He pictured waking up next to you, kissing your cheeks as he tried to drag you out of bed for morning practice. He dreamed about cooking dinner with you and relaxing in your arms after a hard day at the gym. He wanted nothing more than for those dreams to become reality.

“Yo cap, are you good?” Barnes interrupted, sticking his head into the office as Meian snapped from his thoughts, the broken end of his pencil falling to the ground as his eyes shot to Barnes.

“Yeah- yeah, come on- oh and grab Sumu, I feel like I need to hit something.”

Barnes cocked his eyebrows in response, “you do mean volleyballs right?”

Meian ignored him, making his way straight for the open gym.

He fixed his navy button down, rolling the sleeves up to his elbows and undoing the top few buttons of his shirt. He normally didn’t dress like this, opting for shorts and sweats most days but he had to admit he cleaned up pretty well.

Turning to his nightstand, he grabbed the little velvet black box that contained your birthday gift. Opening if, he observed the simple yet classy diamond necklace that he’d purchased. He’d overheard you talking about accessories onetime with one of the guys. He was looking for suggestions to get his girlfriend and you had made a comment about how a lot of women love simple, yet elegant gifts. You had also told him to make sure that he did a good and thorough job of picking it out because his girlfriend would appreciate the effort.

Meian had taken your advice to heart when going to the jewelry store. He’d done some research online, finding the perfect necklace that would suit you. He wanted you to not only be able to wear it for special occasions but daily if you so desired.

Smiling at it, he closed the box and put it in a gift bag of your favorite color. He grabbed the card, a simple one with a blank inside so he could write his own message.

He contemplated what to say and exactly how to say it. He wasn’t always the best with words, usually being blunt and loud so the guys on the team could understand him, but you weren’t just a member of the team, you were someone special.

Dear YN,

I’m not great at these things and I think you know that better than anyone. However, for you, I’m going to try my best. I hope that all your birthday wishes come true and just know, you are incredibly special to me.

Happy Birthday

Shugo

Putting the card in the bag, he applied a few sprays of his favorite cologne and made sure his hair was in perfect order. As he grabbed his watch, it began to light up, signaling he had a call. He reached for his phone, accepting the call while he finished fashioning the straps.

“Sakusa what’s wrong?” He answered as the sound of Sakusa on speakerphone chimed thought.

“Fucking Sumu forgot to get YN’s cake so I have to go and get it! Apparently the bakery is about to close and Bokuto will have a crap attack if the cake he ordered isn’t there. I’ll be able to get to the club but I’d be late with Yn. Do you think you could pick her up? I told her I’d be at her place by 8:30ish and I don’t think I’ll have time to get the cake and make it to the other side of town by then.”

Meian looked at his watch, noting it was nearly 8:15, “yeah I can swing by and get her. You just take care of the cake, so Bokuto doesn’t go into emo mode at the club.”

Sakusa laughed, thanking his captain before hanging up. Meian sighed, running his hands thought his hair as he reached for his phone to text you. Sure he had wanted to be the one to take you to your birthday party but now that the opportunity was here, it made him more than a little nervous.

Meian: Hey YN, Sakusa got caught up and can’t come get ya so I’m gonna swing by your place in about 10 minutes. Is that ok?

He waited only a few seconds before his phone buzzed.

You: OMG YAY!!! That’s just fine Shugo! I’m so excited to ride with you! Just buzz my flat and I’ll let you in when you get here!

Meian smiled at your excitement, happy you were pleased he was coming to pick you up. He picked up his keys, grabbing his wallet and making his way to his car.

Once parked, he quickly threw the empty bottles of water and electrolytes in the back seat silently cursing himself for falling behind on his usual cleaning schedule. Once his car was in more presentable shape, he buzzed the bell to your apartment as the door instantly clicked open.

“Come on up Shugo!” You shouted through the speaker as he pulled the door open and headed upstairs. You lived on the third floor, but he figured taking the stairs would give him time to calm his nerves a little more. You’d hung out on numerous occasions outside of work so this wasn’t something new, but this was the first time he was actually picking you up for an activity. He only knew of your apartment because he had to pleasure of escorting you home a few times before.

He arrived at your door, a cute sign greeting guests that he thought perfectly described you as a person hanging from your door. He smiled, rapping on the door as you quickly pulled it open, the door chain jamming.

“Shit hold on!” You swore as Meian chuckled as you closed the door unlatched the chain and swinging it open once more. You stood there, a huge smile on your beautiful face and Meian slowly took you in.

Your hair was done perfectly your makeup flawless. You wore wearing perhaps the sexiest dress he’d ever seen, black satin with a low-cut neckline and petite straps that covered your mostly exposed shoulders. The dress was tight and short, stopping several inches above your knee, just above your mid thigh. You had black high heels on, with delicate bracelets around your wrists. You looked absolutely perfect.

“Wow,” he breathed out, “you look spectacular Yn.” You looked more that spectacular, you look darn right phenomenal.

A light pink blush formed on your face as you smiled at him, moving out of the way and allowing him to enter.

“Thanks, Shugo, you look incredible! I bet all the girls will be all over you tonight,” you chime in as a twinge hit Meian. He smiled and nodded, trying his best to ignore the comment, before stepping into your apartment.

“Are you ready?” He asked as you turned to grab your keys and purse. His eyes widened as he took in the entirety of your exposed back, your dress landing on your lower back. Your skin looked incredible even beneath the crappy lighting that was your apartment.

“Yep but I couldn’t find a necklace that went with this dress. Do you think it looks ok without one? I didn’t have anything that was simple.”

Meian looked at you as you stood in front of him looking absolutely perfect. Your body looked incredible, and your breast were pushed up magnificently as you waited for his response. Suddenly, it hit him, this was his chance.

“Well actually, here,” he remarked, handing you the small bag he’d gotten you for your birthday.

“Shugo you didn’t have to do this!” You exclaimed, grabbing the bag and opening it. Meian chuckled at your enthusiasm, clearly excited for the gift.

You pulled out the card, opening and reading it. Your eyes soften as your hand went over your chest and you smiled, “Shugo, you’re going to make me cry and I can’t cry, or my makeup will run!” Meian chuckle chuckled as you put the card down, going to him and reaching in for a hug. Your hands went around his neck as his hands gently slipped to your waist, holding you tight against him. You felt perfect in his arms, molding beautifully into his body.

You pulled back as he smiled down at you and nodded to the bag, “ok now open your actual present.”

You giggled as you pulled the box out, opening it, your mouth fell slack as your eyes widened with shock.

“Shugo oh my god, it’s gorgeous!” You exclaimed, stunned at the beauty of the necklace, “holy crap, this must have cost so much money! You didn’t have to do this!”

He approached you, taking it from your hand as you swing around. He gently pulled your hair to the side as you took it from him, lifting it up as he draped the necklace around you before fastening it in the back.

You turned to face the mirror, Shugo standing behind you as he watched your expression light up.

“I wanted you to have something special because of how amazing you are,” he whispered into your ear as you felt a shiver run down your exposed back. He was so incredibly close, and your body couldn’t help but react.

Suddenly the moment was broken, Meian’s phone blaring as a call came flooding in. He grabbed it from his pants, looking at the caller id and rolling his eyes. You giggled, knowing exactly who was calling.

“Sumu what!?” Meian shouted as you checked your makeup and grabbed your purse.

“Are you coming? All the guest are here and we are waiting for our birthday girl!” Sumu yelled, Meian pulling the phone away from his ear as you shook at your head at all the nonsense.

“She’s MY birthday girl,” Meian repeated in his head before answering Sumu with a resounding, “yeah leaving now. Be there in 10.”

Meian escorted you down to his car, opening the door before taking your hand and helping you in. He then quickly made his way around to the drivers seat before taking off.

After a few moments of silence, Meian decides to break the silence.

“So are ya excited for your party Yn?” He questioned as you shrugged.

“Yeah sort of,” you responded as Meian looked over at you in confusion, “oh don’t get me wrong, I’m so grateful the guys are doing this but I’m definitely not use to being the center of attention. Heck I usually leave that up to you guys.”

Meian understood what you meant. Being in the lime light was difficult at times and their lives were practically all public knowledge.

“Well just know you deserve this and so much more Yn. You are an amazing person and such a great manager,” he remarked as he pulled up to the valet at the club your party was being held at.

Escorting you in, Meian couldn’t help but fantasize about how amazing you looked on his arm and how he wouldn’t mind this being an everyday thing. His fantasies were broken however by the loud sounds of at least a dozen men shouting.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY YN!” The crowd yells as you and Meian enter the cup area. The entire back of the club was decorated in balloons and streamers of your favorite colors, beautiful arrangements of a flowers splayed everywhere with a giant, three tier’s cake with your age right in the center.

Meian was pretty impressed that idiots managed to pull of such an elaborate setup. As you began to hug everyone, Meian wandered over to Inunaki.

“Damn this is a pretty rich set up, Bokuto and Atsumu did this?”Meian questioned as Inunaki laughed, shaking his head back and forth.

“Oh god no, Sakusa and I hired a company to do this. Atsumu just showed up to ‘supervise’ and Sakusa told Bokuto he could bring one balloon. It’s hidden behind all the other ones.”

Inunaki pointed out a colorful and big balloon with a cat on it that said, ‘Here’s to a PURRFECT Birthday!’

Meian laughed before his eyes shifted over to you. He watched as everyone continued to hug you and wish you happy birthday. He noticed Kageyama and Hoshiumi as well as the other Adlers joining in. His confusion grew as he looked around seeing the entire Adlers team around your birthday table.

Just as his brain processed the fact that their rivals were here, his arch nemisis, Fukuro Hirugami, showed up next to you, giving you a huge hug and lifting you straight off the ground.

“Ahh Fukuro!” You screamed, clung onto his neck as your dress began to slowly ride up. Meian’s blood pressure began to rise, anger filling him as Hirugami set you down and you pulled your dress back down.

“What in the hell are the Adlers doing here?” Meian growled at Inunaki as he shrugged, not knowing how to answer it.

“I have no clue dude. Atsumu or Hinata must have invited them. You know how much they love Yn. Why is there a problem?” Inunaki watched as his captains face grew red with frustration.

Meian was annoyed that the Adlers had turned up, knowing exactly how the team and especially Hirugami felt about you. He wasn’t shy about bringing up his attraction to you during their practice matches, making it blatantly obvious that he was staring at your ass on multiple occasions.

Meian had never wanted to punch someone in the face more than he did at this very moment. Hirugami’s eyes were glued to you in that dress, not that he could really blame the man, but damn did he have to make it so fucking obvious?

“Well let get this party started! Time to get our birthday girl smashed!” Atsumu shouted, pulling you towards the table filled with drinks and shots.

You sat down next to Atsumu, your eyes trailing to Meian as you motioned for him to come and sit next to you. He quickly obliged, moving past everyone before knocking shoulders with Hirugami on his way to your side. Their eyes met, Hirugami smirking at him as he turned to look in your direction. It was a silent challenge but one Meian would not back down from.

A few shots later and you were feeling a good buzz. Meian wasn’t complaining one bit, your body pressed against his as you talked and joked with your friends.

“Alright Yn, you owe me a dance let’s go!” Hinata shouted, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the dance floor. Bokuto and Hoshiumi followed as Meian watched you having fun. He loved the way your eyes lit up and how spectacular you looked dancing. God, could you move your body flowing so effortlessly and perfectly in tune with the music.

“So, tell me, is Yn still single?” Hirugami asked, sliding up next to Meian, his expression narrowing in on his arch-nemesis.

Meian’s blood boiled at the thought of you anywhere near Hirugami. “She’s not a fuck toy Hirugami, stay away from her!”

Hirugami laughed, shaking his head before responding, “nah dude, I was gonna ask her to dinner. She’s fucking hot man, I’m surprised one of you haven’t bagged her already.”

His anger only grew as he watched Hirugami turn to face you, his eyes watching your body move as if it wasn’t a privilege.

Meian stood up, looking down at Hirugami, “stay the fuck away from her.” He began to walk away as Hirugami watched him, his smirked widening.

Meian went to the bar, grabbing a shot and pouring it back. He had to cool down, he couldn’t let Hirugami’s stupid tricks get to him. There was no way he’d not know Meian liked you by the way he acted.

“If you plan to turn into a raging alcoholic, could you maybe give me a heads up so I can deal with coach?” A voice chuckled as Meian turned to see Barnes walking towards him.

“Don’t think you have to worry about that,” Meian answered, turning around to see his friend and teammate approaching.

“You know, I’m pretty sure everyone except Yn knows you like her. Why don’t you just tell her and put yourself out of this misery,” Barnes suggested, leaning against the bar.

“Is it really that obvious?” Meian asked as Barnes turned to him and smiled.

“So obvious man.”

Meian turned back to the dance floor, eyes locking on you, only this time, you weren’t alone.

Hirugami was right behind you, his hands on your hips as you swayed to the music. He watched, anger boiling over as Hirugami pulled you closer to him, your hips and ass grinding against him as he stuck his head down, to rest next to your ear.

“Shugo you ok-” Barnes asked as Meian took off from his station at the bar, headed straight for you and Hirugami.

“Shit Inunaki!” Barnes shouted and pointed as the Libero’s eyes followed the line of sight to see their captain practically running towards you and Hirugami.

“Damn it! Bokuto, Thomas!” He shouted, the two men near him spotting Inunaki running towards Meian.

“Oh fuck,” Thomas yelled, quickly racing towards the dance floor.

Meian grabbed your arm, pulling you toward him as you jolted, falling into his chest.

“Shugo what’s wrong?” You asked, his hand going to your waist as he glared at Hirugami who now had a sly smirk on his face.

“I told you to stay the fuck away from her,” Meian growled, pulling you behind his back as you watched the two men go toe to toe.

“Didn’t know you laid a claim on her Meian, you really shouldn’t let her out of your sights,” Hirugami smiled smugly as Meian got into his face.

You stood behind Meian, scared of what was about to happen. You looked around, seeing Inunaki, Barnes, Bokuto and Thomas headed towards you as well as Heiwajima, Romero and Sokolov from the Adlers.

“Captain back down,” Barnes insisted as Inunaki pulled you away from the confrontation. The last thing he wanted was for you to get hurt.

“Yeah Meian, back down,” Hirugami spat out as Meian growled and shoved the captain of the Adlers. Your hands flew to your face as you watched Hirugami, fall back a few feet.

“Hey knock it off!” Romero shouted, Hirugami going back into Meian’s face, the two going nose to nose. You stood there, in shock at what you were witnessing. You couldn’t believe what was happening.

“Shugo, Fukuro stop it!” You shouted but neither of them heard you, their egos both too loud to hear anything but their own minds. Atsumu, Hoshiumi, Ushijima and Hinata had joined the group now while Kageyama came to stand by you and Inunaki.

“Come on your guys!” Someone shouted as Meian and Hirugami continued their stare off, suddenly Hirugami shoved Meian who stumbled back a few feet as a small squeak sounded torn from your lips as you mindlessly began to make your way towards the men.

“YN not! Don’t go over there, you’ll get hurt!” Inunaki grabbed your wrist, swinging you around as you screamed.

“Someone has to stop them!”

Like an Angel from above, Sakusa made his way through the crowd, getting in between Hirugami and Meian as the other men began to approach as well.

“Alright knock it the fuck off! Jesus Christ this is YN’s birthday and you guys are ruining it!”

Meian snapped to Sakusa, his mind clearing as his thoughts drifted from rage to concern. He turned his head to find you, standing by Inunaki and Kageyama and looking extremely scared.

“Fuck!” Meian shouted before turning and leaving out of the club. You tore yourself for Inunaki, running after him as fast as your heeled feet would carry you.

“Shugo wait!” You shouted, running after him as he plowed through the crowd. Once outside he kept walking as the sound of your heels hitting pavement followed him.

Meian was so incredibly angry with himself for ruining your party and your birthday. He’d let his anger get the better of him and done something he never wanted to do, scare you.

He stopped, turning around to respond to you, “look Yn I’m sor-”

Suddenly you fling yourself at him, his eyes widening as your arms went behind his neck and his hands went around your waist. You slammed your lips against his, his eyes wider than before as he slowly melted into the kiss, your arms grasping him tightly as he pulled you close to him.

“YN, what-?”

“Shugo god you are such an idiot!”

Meian looked at you, confused as to what was happening. He had just ruined your birthday party but yet, you didn’t look upset or heartbroken. In fact, you were smiling up at him.

“Don’t you see, it’s always been you Shugo. I’ve been dropping hints that I’ve been interested in you for months now and well, you never reciprocated.”

Meian studied your face, looking for any sort of deception or falsehood in your statement. There was just no way any of this was happening right now.

“YN be serious for a minute please. There is no way you could possibly like me.”

You sighed, before pulling out your phone and tapping away. Meian was even more confused as you turned your phone around to show him the messages that had taken place between you and the team.

You: ugh I don’t think I can take this anymore!! He’s so incredibly hot 🥵

Sakusa: Yn keep your thirsting to a minimum please, it’s gross

Barnes: Jesus Yn just confess to the man already!

You: I can’t 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Inunaki: why not? You two hang out all the time and act like your dating so just make it official already

Atsumu: I know what’s holding you back YN

You: you do sumu 🤨

Atsumu: yep, it’s your crush on me

Sakusa: oh my god

Bokuto: Meian and YN sitting in a tree…

Hinata: K I S S I N G 😘

You: I regret ever telling you all anything

Thomas: probably would have been easier to just confess right 😂

Meian read the texts over and over, looking for something, anything that would prove you were lying but there was nothing. You weren’t lying and you did like him.

“Well shit,” he chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head as you blushed.

“I know there was probably better ways to tell you Shugo but well-”

Before you could finish, his lips were on yours again, pulling you in closer as the kiss deepened. His tongue met yours, battling for dominance as he quickly took over. The kiss was incredible and everything felt perfect.

He broke the kiss, a huge smile cresting his face as he looked down at you, matching expression staring back at him.

Meanwhile…

“See my master plan to find YN a man worked,” Sumu exclaimed as MSBY all stared, unimpressed at Atsumu’s declaration.

“Sumu you’ve spent the entire night flirting with girls, what help did you give Yn?” Hinata questioned, a look of confusion growing on the red heads face.

“Yeah you weren’t even here when we broke up the fight between the captains,” Shion returned as Atsumu waved him off.

“That was the whole plan guys! I trusted in you guys and let nature take it course,” Atsumu proudly declared as everyone stood up and walked away from the table leaving Atsumu all alone.

“It’s fine,” he declared, “y’all can thank me later.”

[dejwrites]

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ meian's milf fan club ⠀ 〳 ⠀ m.shugo ‵ ❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) the things you'll do for an autograph for your son.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — happy mother's day to the moms with children out there, the moms who have pets, the moms who are plant moms, the people that got babies on sims 4, the older siblings that had to pick up the motherly role. hope y'all enjoy your day.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — female anatomy reader, her/she pronouns, reader is going through a divorce, mentions of volleyball games, tie usage, meian is a milf chaser, fingering, slight crack at the end, cumeating, dirty talk, flirty!meian, slight power dynamic, mentions of reader having a landing strip, toxic!meian, power dynamic (meian makes reader work for that autograph wink wink), , wc; 4k, collab entry for @ry0m3n the milf collab event. minors dni !!

YOU WOULD WALTZ AROUND YOUR ROOM SEARCHING FOR THE PAIR OF HEELS YOU WERE WEARING TONIGHT. Your hand tugged on the diamond studs as your eyes were scanning the master bedroom of your home. Something that was filled with many memories of your soon-to-be ex-husband. Your best friend was in your bedroom flipping through a magazine, occasionally glancing up from the magazine to watch you change into different dresses. She didn’t particularly understand why you were panicking to find the perfect dress. It was only a sports gala that you were attending with your soon-to-be ex-husband. 

Weird right? Your husband was a huge thing when it came to sports. After all, he owned a company of sports drinks that were promoted and used by every professional sport you can think of. The glitz and glamour of being married to him started as an open book fairytale. However, as years went on the marriage only got darker. The cheating, the lies, you name it. You pushed forward wanting to only stay together for the sake of your six-year-old son, but you couldn’t endure the pain anymore. Filing for divorce was the only option. Which to your shock, your husband took it quite well. He most likely was waiting for you to bring it up. But due to your husband's huge image, he was willing to make the divorce super easy for you. With spousal support, you get to keep the house, and all the glitz, and glamour. As long as you kept the divorce on the low. Which meant still pretending to be his happy wife as you attended your last public outing together. 

You would twirl around the blue dress, the velvet fabric contrast your skin so well and the high slit in it exposed your smooth right leg. You would give your best friend a subtle smile, “Is the slit too much?” You asked as you blinked at them a couple of times. You rubbed your lipstick-colored lips together waiting for a response. 

“The slit is fine, you’re about to put me and him to sleep if you change one more time,” Your best friend said as she motioned to your son who was laying his head on her lap while he played with his Nintendo Switch. “Plus, your husband—I mean soon-to-be ex-husband is waiting downstairs.” She says.

“Right…” Your voice trailed off as you went to go put on your heels and grab your clutch. You would give yourself one last glance in the full body mirror. 

“Remember what I said,” Your son chirped up as he looked at you. He sat up off his godmother’s lap to give you some cheeky grin. 

When you looked at him, you hated to admit that he stole his whole face from his father. Even down to the subtle dimple that poked out when he smiled at you. “If that volleyball player is there, I should get his autograph. Yeah, yeah. I remember kiddo.” You would give a kiss on the cheek that he would wipe off. 

“He isn’t just that volleyball player mom. He’s Meian Shugo! Say it with me now, Meian Shugo.” Your son commented as he looked at you with so much excitement in his eyes.

You would only hum in response tugging on your wedding ring. It felt so odd wearing the diamond ring that glistened in every Instagram photo you posted of yourself. Perhaps, it was because the love was no longer there when you wore it. “Just be on your best behavior okay?” You would blow one last kiss at him before disappearing out of the room. 

Your quick strides down to the living room where your husband was on the phone with his publicist. He didn’t even notice you were walking downstairs. You mentally knew how this night was going to pan out. You walk the red carpet together, take a couple of pictures, and then he disappears for the whole night until he was ready to go. When he finally ended the call, he still didn’t take much effort to notice your beauty as you were dolled up. 

“We’re already late, so let’s go!” was the only thing he said before leading the way outside the mansion you resided in. 

“Asshole.” You uttered under your breath following behind him like a puppy. 

The glitz and glamour of the gala were obviously on full display when you entered the venue. You had seen so many familiar faces that have been in the sports industry, but your eyes were focused on trying to find a certain volleyball player. You clutched onto your husband's arm with a fake smile, saying greetings to people who saw the two of you. You didn’t care to fake smile in these people's faces, especially considering that a lot of them were beyond fake and talked about each other. 

The wives hated the girlfriends. The girlfriends hated the wives. The men attempted to out flex each other when in reality they were in debt or avoiding paying their rightful amount of taxes. And god forbid a sports player brought their notorious side chick to the event. Your husband stopped in front of the table where many wives sat, you gave him the most pleading look.

“I promise to come to check up on you,” He kisses your temple before letting the grip he had on you go.

“Y/N!” One wife said as she held up her glass.

You could tell she was drunk as she slurred her words. You sat down at the table, crossing your smooth legs over one enough. You were mentally preparing yourself for the gossip you were about to hear. “So did you ladies hear? Those fine volleyball players are here?” One wife gushed. 

You leaned forward with curiosity, “Really? Which ones?” 

You watched another wife's eyebrows raised at you, “The Black Jackals, do they pique your interest?” 

“My son is a fan of one of them.” You said. “I promised to get an autograph. Meian Shugo. My son can’t get enough of the guy.” 

You watched as the table grew quiet and sipped on the expensive champagne. “Oh, you ladies gossip about everything else and now want to be quiet. Cat got your tongue?” 

It took you time to realize that the ladies grew quiet because the one man whose name fluttered off your tongue was walking towards the table right now. “He’s a milf chaser Y/N and he’s heading right our way.” One of the wives finished their drink with quickness and quickly fixed her dress. More specifically, pushing her cleavage up some. 

“And this is my cue to work my magic,” You smiled at them before you pushed yourself out of your seat.

Your quick motion nearly caused you to bump into the tall volleyball player, but you regain your composure with a quickness. Instantly extending your hand exposing the diamond ring on your wedding finger, “Mr. Shugo, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Y/N L/N. My son is a huge fan of yours.” 

You felt his soft lips kiss the back of your palm and instantly your skin grew hot at the sudden motion. But as you could feel the stares from the other wives burning at your backside, you quickly removed your hands. If you were pretending to still be married to your husband, you wouldn’t have allowed that. You purposely exposed the hand with the wedding ring and he didn’t even care.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too. I’m so honored to be endorsed by your husband’s company,” Meian respectfully admitted. “Let’s talk more in private.” He said as he smiled at you.

You hated to admit that this man was extremely attractive. Seeing his foolish smile on his face caused your words to trap in the back of your throat. You returned the smile before accepting his arm to talk in private, glancing back at the other wives as they gave you a thumbs up and were egging your behavior on.

When you and Meian were in a more secluded area, he grabbed two glasses of champagne from a server rushing by you two. Your back pressed against the wall as you looked at him, completely caged in by the volleyball player while you sip on champagne. You didn’t understand why your eyes darted around the room searching for your husband, he didn’t even bother to compliment how beautiful you looked. So why were searching for his eyes to find you a corner with Meian Shugo?

“I’ve noticed, you introduced yourself without your husband’s last name,” He pointed out.

Your lips formed a straight line as you just noticed what you had said minutes ago. “It’s a habit, you won’t understand since you’re not married.” You countered.

“Hmm, okay.” He said. “But you would think you two would be together during this event, I originally wanted to speak with him about the endorsement he gave my team,” Meian explained.

Your eyebrows raised at him, “Endorsement?” 

“Yeah, I just signed the contract like three weeks ago. He was the one that granted my team invitations to this event.” 

Your husband didn’t tell you this and you felt some type of way. He was well aware of the endorsement and had a three-week span to grant your son’s wishes to get an autograph from Meian. For some reason, that had your blood boiling. You chugged the rest of your champagne as a waiter walked by you, and you stopped the young gentleman with a quickness. You placed your glass on his tray and grabbed a napkin off of it and the pen that was poking out of his red-colored vest pocket. You then motioned to Meian, “My son’s a huge fan and I promise him an autograph. It’s the least you could do since my husband’s company endorse your team.” 

You heard a deep chuckle from Meian as he stared at the pen and napkin like it was a foreign object. It was as if you read his mind because instantly, you cut him off with a question. “You want something in return?”

“Maybe.” He said with a cheeky grin on his face. 

Now it was time for you to let out a chuckle, “So, the rumors are true. You chase after married moms.” You rolled your eyes as you crumpled up the napkin. 

“I wouldn’t say chase, they come to me first,” Meian shrugged as he looked at you. 

A shiver went down your spine as you could tell he was drinking in your sultry looks. It was as if he was undressing you with his charming eyes. “And I’m not chasing you, it was a pleasure talking to you Mr. Shugo.” You gave him a fake smile as you pushed by him, but you felt him grab a hold of your wrist to tug you back. 

“Meet me in the parking lot in about ten minutes if you want the autograph,” Meian says giving you a wink before he let you go. 

As you searched through the venue for your husband, your fingertips kept brushing against your wrist where Meian’s firm grip once was on. Perhaps, if your husband saw you, he would give some fake reassurance to talk you out of the scandalous thoughts of even falling for Meian Shugo’s temptation. When you saw him communicating with some men, you attempted to intrude in. Grasping onto his arm like the trophy wife you were supposed to be, but he completely rejected you. Swatting your hand away like an annoying fly. You felt your cheeks heat up in pure embarrassment as the men that were conversing with your husband would sip their alcohol awkwardly. 

You didn’t even bother to excuse yourself before you detach yourself from the group. Your newest mission is to find Meian in the parking lot as quickly as possible. You pushed the door open, your eyes scanning around the parking lot filled with luxury cars. However, Meian wasn’t anywhere to be in sight. Perhaps, he found another lonely mother to pester in the event. Perhaps, it was time for you to call it a night. Your plan of being a trophy wife wasn’t going particularly right and the mission for an autograph was going downhill also. 

“Wow, you beat me out here.” Meian’s voice boomed behind you. 

You stared at him before speaking, “I’m just here for the autograph. However, I know with you it will have some price towards it and extra money added to your endorsement deal isn’t the price you’re referring to.” 

As the two of you walked towards his car, the only sound that could be heard was the sound of your red bottom heels clicking against the ground. “That is true. My autographs have a very particular price when it comes to pretty women.” 

“This could be a huge lawsuit one day, goodbye to your career.” You huffed.

“This could be a huge shit show for your image, goodbye to your marriage.” Meian mocked. “Or is your marriage already falling apart, Y/N?” 

You couldn’t let him get under your skin like this.  “Oh screw you!” You said. “What exactly do you want Meian?” You crossed your arms over your chest glaring at him. “Do you get a hard-on fucking married women? Or moms? Or moms who need autographs?” Your hand went up to toy with his black tie.

His teeth grazed at his lower lip before he’s speaking once again, “All of the above. You just fall in all three categories. I’m not asking for much, but let me make you feel good, Y/N.” His fingers brushed against your forearms. 

You couldn’t help but playfully roll your eyes at the volleyball player in front of you. The crisp air in the parking lot caused a shiver to travel down your spine. You couldn’t believe you were about to do this. The smug look on Meian’s face as he was leaning against his white Model X Tesla. The black-tie that complimented his nicely tailored suit was loosened up as he shoved his hands in his slacks. “So what do you say?” He asked.

“Only fingering, okay?” You asked. Your eyes were more or so challenging the volleyball player in front of you. “That’s it!” Your perfectly manicured fingers drove into his broad chest. 

You watched as his hands went up in defense before speaking, “Fine with me, unless you ask for more.” 

The sound of his car was unlocked, he opened the door for you. Before you stepped into the luxury car, you reached under your dress to take your underwear off. You felt the crispy air hit your cunt before you climbed into the car. The temporary memory of your college days of climbing in the back seat of one of your flings cars. The adrenaline that was rushing through your veins caused your heart to speed up. In your mind, you were doing something that could make your son happy. However, the consequences of your actions would be huge if anyone saw the two of you together. 

The sound of the door slamming behind your frame caused you to relax on the seats below your body. Your panties were in the palm of your hand as you were taking in your surroundings of the car. You’ve been in a Tesla before considering your husband owned two, but you still felt like you were in a foreign atmosphere. It was as if you were in Meian’s world just by the scent of his car. You were glad that the windows to his car were tinted, but you were sure just by the few minutes of knowing him, he would roll the windows down just so anyone passing by could hear your subtle moans of his name. 

When you heard the door open once again, Meian’s climbing in tugging off the jacket of his suit and his tie. You took note of how focused he was doing such a simple task, especially considering that he was about to finger you. 

“You might want to roll up your dress a bit, don’t want it to get ruined,” Meian commented. 

“It’ll be okay due to the slit, plus...I had already taken off my underwear,” You had opened your once closed fist showing him the black lace thong you previously were wearing. 

“Whatever you say,” Meian warned. “I’m just letting you know that I’m really good at what I do. I don’t mind messing up the seats of my car because I can always get in clean—”

“And I can always get this dress redesigned for me,” You pointed out. “Let’s just get this over with since you want to gloat ever so wonderfully about what you do.” You did air quotes on the ‘what you do’ part of your comment. 

“Fine, give me your wrist and come sit on my lap,” Meian said.

Although he didn’t raise his voice at you, his words came out like a command. Perhaps, that was his captain instincts coming out. You went to fuss, but you knew that would only delay how quickly you wanted the situation to end. You climbed into Meian’s lap, once again getting a whiff of his scent. It was different from your husband’s usual expensive cologne. It was new, addicting actually. You extended your wrist waiting for Meian’s next move. 

A subtle gasp escaped your mouth when you felt him tie his tie around your wrist to bound them together. It wasn’t tight enough to leave a bruise, but it was tight enough for you to not get out of it. “Is this necessary?” You asked.

You felt Meian’s fingertips tracing alongside your leg, inching closer and closer to the inside of your thighs. He completely ignored your curious question before you melted into his soft touch of rubbing at your folds. Your eyes fluttered closed as you indulged in Meian’s soft touch. Your teeth nibbled at the skin on your lower lip feeling Meian collect the slick in between your thighs.

“Look at you already wet,” Meian said while his index and middle finger rubbed at your clit. “I didn’t even touch you before.”

The feeling of his fingertips rubbing at your clit caused a chill to travel down your spine and your thighs to tremble while you were in his lap. When your thighs attempted to close running away from indecent touch, Meian’s hands pushed them apart once again. “Just let me take care of you.” His words whispered into your ear.

Perhaps it was bizarre to exchange sexual favors for an autograph, any other parent would shun you for your behavior. However, the feeling of Meian’s digits swirling around your puffy lips pushed you into a new mindset. Maybe, you should indulge in the temporary pleasure of Meian Shugo. When you let a moan slip out your mouth, it was like a switch went off in Meian’s head. It was like a green light for him to finally do what he bragged to you about. 

The intense feeling of Meian’s index and middle finger pushing itself into your cunt caused your heart to skip a beat. Your voice croaked in your throat and your breathing grew uneasy. With the pornographic squelching sound that bounced off the interior of the corn, your thighs shook aggressively once you felt Meian quicken the pace of fingering you. With each pounce forward with his fingers, you found your hands reaching to push them away. 

You now understood why he used his tie to tie your wrist together. You were completely vulnerable to the intense pleasure you were enduring. Your eyes water as you coughed up sultry moans with each thrust of his fingers. You felt his lips brush against the side of your neck. Meian littered hot kisses among your neck before you felt his breath tickle the bridge of your earlobe. “It feels good, huh?” He questioned.

You nodded frantically like a desperate school girl. You leaned into his touch, your hips rocking into his fingers for more friction. The burning pit in your stomach was aching to put out. Feeling Meian add another finger caused your whimpers to grow louder. “Tell me Y/N, does your husband make you feel like this?” 

You felt his fingers remove themselves from your drooling cunt. His fingers once again rub at your sensitive bud. “Answer me.” 

“No, not—“ Your whimpers interjected your words. “Not like he used to.” 

You could feel that Meian’s lips curled into a devious smirk as he rubbed at your clit some more until you were forced to be pushed over the edge. Your orgasm sputters out like a busted pipe. Your toes curled while Meian rubbed in a circular motion through your orgasm. Vision going blurry and chest rising aggressively, you never felt like this before. 

Your soon-to-be ex-husband didn’t touch you like this. You exhaled breathless pants as your body seemed to fall back into Meian’s chest. Your eyesight slowly came back to you as you were trying to regain the little bit of movement in your legs. Your legs felt like you have been running a marathon and finally finished at the finish line. The mess on the seat caused your cheeks to radiate so much heat as you let out a sigh. “So, I’m expecting autographed gear to be sent to my house in twenty-four hours. You can contact my assistant on Instagram about my P.O. Box information.” You expressed.

You had searched for your lace panties that were carelessly thrown on the floor during the fingering session. You could feel your cunt pulse at the sight of Meian’s fingers in his mouth tasting your cum. You let out a sigh before grabbing your heels and stepping out of the car. 

“I’ll do you better, I’ll even do a house visit. Just for you,” Meian says as he stepped out of the car. Your eyes couldn't help but travel down at how hard he was. 

You weighed out the options mentally. Your husband did say he wanted the divorce to be on the down-low, which you knew any gossip going around that you were sneaking around with a volleyball player could be trouble. Perhaps, this was the excitement you needed in your life at the moment. Especially years of being touch deprived by that same husband that wants the divorce to be done under the table. But those words by the other wives you socialized with just were lingering in the back of your mind. Your lipstick-covered lips turned into a smirk before speaking, “The autographs will be just fine. I would hate to be in debt with you, Meian Shugo.” 

“It’s more of a two-way deal. Your son gets to see his favorite volleyball player, I get to see you. We both win in this situation.” Meian explained as he was fixing himself. 

You let out a chuckle, “In your dreams Number 4.” You shrugged as you smiled at him before twirling around and disappearing behind the multiple cars in the parking lot, leaving a stunned Meian to deal with his lingering thoughts and even harder boner. 

Later on that night, Meian sat in his hotel room with a black sharpie in hand as he was autographing different things, he heard his phone bing. Then he heard multiple notifications. It was either him being involved in some weird gossip or the group chat being active at like three in the morning. 

[ BLACK JACKALS GROUP CHAT. ]

HINATA: where did you disappear off to? BOKUTO: boning someone’s mom, that’s where he disappeared off to. SAKUSA: you’re sick if that’s true MEIAN: 🤧🤧🤧🤧 ATSUMU: who was it this time? one day their husbands are going to jump you  MEIAN: that one guy who owns that sports drink company HINATA: the one that gave the speech tonight? 🤔 SAKUSA: the one we all just got endorsed by? 🤔 ATSUMU: okay, if we lose our endorsement because of you, we will jump you!! MEIAN: don’t worry, it was a one and done thing BOKUTO: i have a serious question  HINATA: oh brother… BOKUTO: landing strip, not waxed at all, or completely bald?ATSUMU: dude! MEIAN: landing strip 

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[geronimowrites]

Alpha Meian Headcanons, NFSW x Shy! Omega! GN! Reader

18+ content | MINORS DO NOT INTERACT |

Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, orgasm delay/denial, dom/sub dynamics, biting, size difference, size kink, predator/prey, lots of fluids, power imbalance

Meian

Exudes a quiet sort of dominance that has you submitting to him even during causal conversation.

He adores the way you tremble when speaking to him, not even able to meet his eyes unless he grips your squishy cheeks and guides you to look at him.

You love him so much, but the instinctual omega side of your brain is still terrified of him even after months of knowing each other.

He’s six foot five inches of pure muscle and dominance, and your instincts go haywire any time he growls.

He knows this and uses it to his advantage, loving how sensitive you are to just him.

If he’s had a rough day of practice, he’ll come home silently. He won’t speak when he arrives, instead he’ll pluck your sleepy little form out of your nest and plop you down on his lap facing him, your legs spread and forced open over his thick thighs.

He’ll purr and croon and rumble right into your ear, licking your scent glands on either side of your neck as you start to wake up, still drowsy but needy and already slicking up from his heady pheromones.

He won’t stop until you’re squirming and writhing on his lap, whimpering out pleas for mercy and inadvertently rubbing your slick soaked bottoms against his full, heavy cock as you try to escape the overwhelming sensation of him nipping and lapping at the hypersensitive skin of your neck.

He’ll just hold you tighter to his chest though, loving the way your legs kick as he drags your ass back and forth over his lap, using your hot, slick little crotch as a massager for his aching length

He’d be content to use you like this for a short time, unbothered by your squirming and whimpering, but after a while the urge to have submitting completely to him would become overwhelming.

Moving you would be so easy for someone as big as him. He’d manhandle you up, quickly pushing you until your back hit the bedroom wall, uncaring of your startled whines.

He’d shuck off your slick soaked pants and underwear roughly, not even bothering to get them all the way off your shaky legs before he’s got his strong fingers teasingly rubbing through the thick, creamy film coating your sex

He’d see the way you’re struggling up onto your tip toes to try and get away from his fingers, and he’d smile meanly at you, knowing that no matter how hard you tried, you’d never be able to overpower him.

You could wrap your little hands around his wrist and try to push his fingers away from your too-sensitive groin, but you’d be a fool to think they’d even budge.

[emmyrosee]

Miscellaneous

Sakusa Kiyoomi - Number 10, Wing Spiker, Outside Hitter, Ace

Terushima Yuuji - Number 1, Captain, Outside Hitter, Wing Spiker

Meian Shugo - Number 4, Captain, Middle Blocker

[clubatsumu]

You hear someone laughing somewhere in the distance, and he’s getting closer. Your cheeks are stinging and you have the inclination to look up – but you don’t, because you’re not quite ready to face anyone who has the bold audacity to laugh at someone minding their own business on a park bench in cold, unforgiving October.

The footsteps get closer until you are met with the front of the shoe, stopping right at your eye line, aligning neatly with the top of your book. The voice, familiar, says, “Of course,” with such derisive familiarity your head snaps up without much second-guessing.

Meian Shugo is control in the shape of a man. His coat is unwrinkled, while your hair must be splaying in all directions under the bonnet pulled down to your ears. Soft black wool, hair as wet-looking as ever. The high sun beside his head, you squint, and in an equally rude manner, you spit, “What do you want?”

“Of course you would read that.” He sighs, which means he doesn’t really want anything. He looks at his back suddenly, stops when he sees the direction of the sun above. Imperceptibly, he moves a centimeter to the left, and you are not squinting anymore. “I should have known.”

You close your book. “Can you not… today?” You lean your neck back on the edge of the bench. “I don’t know what you mean. Go away. I’m distraught.” You sigh dramatically, one-upping his earlier sigh with such exuberance you’re surprised your lungs are still in your chest.

“Whenever are you not?” Without invitation, he sits beside you. “Ever since I met you, you’ve been this ball of angst and anguish. A modern tragedy sitting on a park bench and reading Mishima. Suicide via… frostbite?”

“Kindly fuck off.”

You warm your hands on your cheeks. He reaches into his pockets, taking out two sweet potatoes, handing out one to you. “It’s still warm.”

“Thanks,” you grumble, plucking it from his red-tipped fingers.

“How are you?” he asks.

“The same.”

He peels his slowly. “You must be… the most determined person I’ve ever met. You’re very determined to stay sad.”

You laugh. A flock of birds on the grass fly away with alarming speed. Meian Shugo is twenty-eight. You are twenty-three. As of today’s count, he knows fifteen more books than you. You plan on tipping the scales by next week.

“I’m happy to take any superlatives nowadays.”

“Do you like it?” he points at Shiosai sitting idly in your lap as you thumb the corners of the yellowed book.

“Well, considering this is the fifth time I’m reading it, I’d say so, yes.” You tip your head. “You don’t, I gather?”

“Love without work isn’t love.”

“I’d say they worked very hard in this book.”

“Yes, but– I don’t understand why they fell in love. You can’t fall in love at first sight. That’s unbelievable, not to mention unsustainable.”

“This is why you remain unmarried.”

“Stop bringing my age and my marital status into every conversation you can’t win.”

“You’re an old grump, Meian-san. I was just a girl sitting on a park bench, enjoying my book until you came in and started insulting me, giving unsolicited opinions about the sustainability of love – Oh, you must be a Kawabata fanboy? You are, aren’t you? You must revel in lovers dying and love being sick and twisted. You are!”

He doesn’t answer the question. He almost always never does. Instead, he jumps towards another topic entirely. “Have I ever told you my parents’ story? It was very… how would you say it?” He squints; you feel your heart race – just a tiny bit. He grapples for the words in the thinning air, then finds them if the smug look on his face is any indication. “Very like the Korean dramas you enjoy.”

“Oh, this will be fun.” You settle back into the seat.

“My father’s family is well off. My mother is the daughter of a fisherman and a housewife. The marriage wasn’t approved, evidently.”

Meian-san’s profile is that of an aristocrat, but his manner is dripping with a looming purpose that children born into comfort just don’t possess. He lacks their idleness. Meian-san is capable, probably the most capable person you know. It makes sense, this arrangement. It aligns neatly in your mind. You wonder about his parents, how they managed to raise a man who seems larger than life. “They eloped, didn't they?”

“You got a brain on you, kid.”

“Still, that sounds very predestined. You grew up in Okinawa, yes? I’ve never been. It must be nice there. You must have had a happy childhood.”

Meian smirks. “They separated when I was five.”

You pause. The image you painted is ripped in the middle. “Oh.”

“Love without work isn’t love,” he declares. He stands up. He wins. “I should go. Thanks for the potato. Enjoy your book.” Before he leaves though, he takes off his scarf and wraps it around your neck. “Your condition is getting better?”

You fake a cough. “I’m afraid not. I’m still very much sick.”

He smiles. A canine flashes. Adorable. There are three ridges that appear on his cheeks, one on each side. There are two smile lines beside every eye. A man made of markers, hard to lose. “You’re getting better. You know, I asked a friend of mine the best way to heal a heart, you know what he answered?”

“You have friends?”

He ignores you. “He answered, ‘find a rebound.’”

“--Ah?” Your mouth goes dry, suddenly you’re rattled off the comfort he always seems to bring.

“Yes,” he says, serious.

“Hah, I couldn’t do that to you. I may be pathetic, but I’m not a douchebag – at least I believe I’m not.”

“I know. It’ll probably be twenty years before you get better, at the rate you’re going. Oh well, you know I’ll wait. I’m a hard worker.”

He’s said he’ll wait. A while back, in the middle of an izakaya crowded by the happy hour, salarymen who are off spending their salary. It was so loud inside that you actually heard him wrong and said, “Eh? You ate what?”

“I’m sure you are, Meian-san. But don’t wait, it makes me –” you struggle like a fish out of water. You can’t help but keep the lack of respect out of your voice. “You seriously aren’t offering yourself up to be… my rebound from Miya Atsumu, are you?”

“I must be insane,” he says in a thin voice, as ashamed of himself as you are of him. He looks up at the clouds. He looks down at you, sitting at the park bench. “I can be whatever you want.”

You squint. “A dog?”

“If the situation requires.”

“What did you do in your past life that was so diabolical that you now have very strong feelings towards this pathetic woman?” You look away. “Stop being stupid.”

“I don’t think you’re pathetic.”

“You just said!” you laugh. “You said I was determined to be sad. Isn’t that the same thing?”

Aren’t pathetic people sad to look at and sad people pathetic. The two have always been the same in your mind, holding hands like identical twins without any other friends on the playground – like Atsumu and Osamu, come to think of it.

“You know how I don’t mean what I say all the time. You’re not pathetic. Not to me. Believe it or not, you make me so nervous–”

You make a disbelieving noise.

“Look,” he holds up his palms. “Cold sweat. Everytime I’m around you. It makes me say things – last time I told you about that bird that shit on my head? That wasn’t true, but I wanted to make you laugh. Anyway, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. It wasn’t true in the least. Probably never could be. You’re the least pathetic person I know.”

A coldness grips you. Maybe it’s the wind, maybe it isn’t, all the same – “Atsumu always meant what he said. Didn’t leave much room for misinterpretation.”

“I’ll try to be more honest tomorrow.” Meian Shugo nods. He walks away, and all you have now is the vision of the back of his head, his broad shoulders, his neat hair. “Maybe I’ll buy hair bleach from a sidewalk vendor,” he grumbles, you hear. He waves a hand. “I await your speedy recovery. Call if you need anything.”

.

“Meian-san, do you know how to fix a lightbulb?”

“I’ll come right over.”

.

“You’re so nice to me,” you spit. “Tell me, are you nice to everyone? All the other women in your life?”

He hangs up the phone. Twenty minutes later, you buzz him up to your apartment unit. “I am,” he answers at your doorstep. At your dim-dark kitchen, tweaking the useless bulb off its socket: “What answer did you want me to give?”

“I don’t know.” It’s an honest apology. The question was an animal trap, bound to draw blood either way. Maybe you’re ashamed — you should be ashamed, but Meian’s seen you in much worse behavior. “So… you fix everyone’s lightbulbs?”

“Last time I fixed a chair leg for a friend from college. Recently moved to the city.”

“Ah,” you enunciate, not knowing what else to say. “Okay.” You don’t know why you add, “A woman?”

Maybe because you’re diabolical. You don’t deserve anything good, the way you continue sabotaging yourself like this. So what if it’s a woman? So what? He’s a good person. Of course he’ll help. He’s helping you – of all people – while you continue to give him this… emotional hazing – a chair leg and a friend from college is hardly a big deal. You sigh loudly. Lately, it’s been like whenever you see a wall, the first instinct you get is to run over it with your whole body, slam into the concrete, crushing yourself like a fly with your own shoe.

“Hm.” Meian hums. The light clicks on. It illuminates his face in a way that makes him look dependable and solid, insane in the slightest for still being here. The light opens the same moment your chest hurts. He looks wonderful. Like a dream made of smoke, gone the moment you step in his direction.

“Do you like my company?” you blurt.

“Yes.” He bends down to throw the busted bulb he replaced a moment ago. He makes his way towards the trash bin in your kitchen while you follow suit.

“Why? Give me reasons,” you ask like an absolute gnat. “You must have reasons. They aren’t very clear to me, so maybe you could help me be enlightened.”

“I like your company because you have…”

You raise your brows in anticipation.

He faces you, dusting off his hands. A single index finger points straight between your eyes.

“… what I need,” he starts singing, “got everything I need—”

You laugh, perturbed, eyebrows drawing. Then you laugh, amused. Finally, after five seconds of processing, you laugh from your belly at this absurd man.

“Oh, baby you—” he sobers after realizing he has to belt from the belly for the next line of the song. He clears his throat, looks away. “I like… making you laugh.”

Slowly, you lead him to the door. The clock reads 22:31, and imperiously, it looks down upon the two of you from its perch on the cream-painted wall, as if asking what the hell a man who is not your boyfriend is doing at your apartment at this time of night. A man who is five years older than you, has the body of a mountain, and the height of a very sturdy tree.

“That’s too unselfish to be true,” you reply.

In the little box at the door, the box that contains the saturation of all the hellos and goodbyes in the country: “Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong — Oh, baby —”

You guffaw. Once you’ve sobered, you swipe at your eyes. “I’m not usually this bad,” you tell him, referring to… well, everything. “I am a very bright person. You caught me at a bad time. Most people say I can make them happy.” Then you catch yourself. You frown. “No, actually, this is your fault. You don’t make me feel unsafe enough so I can be pressured to cast a good impression. You make me feel like I won’t face judgment with you — You—!”

Meian looks at you with an amused air, a raise of brows. “How long, now?” How long until you give in, I wear you out, we get together, I taste you in my mouth, smell the scent of your skin in the morning.

You frown deeper. “I hate deadlines.”

“Ballpark?”

“I should date a rebound before you. So that Meian-san won’t feel like he — you’re too… you’re too important.”

There it is.

The truth is, you don’t want to give Meian Shugo only half of your heart the same way Atsumu gave you only half of his. He’ll never tell you this, but you’re smart enough to know there was an overlap between you and Sakusa Kiyoomi. It wasn’t cheating, per say. Atsumu cared about you too much to do that, but you knew. You could see it in how, in the middle of it, your mind was on your future together while his mind was already putting you in the past.

“Ah,” he says. You hope you don’t have a big head when you say he’s flustered.

A mountain of a man, flustered. You couldn’t forgive yourself if you broke his heart over selfishness and impatience. “Hmm. What a miserable situation.”

He grins. “What a happy situation. You know, you didn’t have to tell me about people telling you that you make them happy. I already know all about that. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as all-consuming as you.”

“You deserve better.” You look away. “I can’t give you something proper, not yet. Can’t give you something truly pure, good, whole.”

“I decide what I deserve. I deserve someone who has twelve pickle jars on her shelf. I’m partial to umeboshi, in case you want to ask, but I’d about eat anything I saw earlier.”

“...do you want me to invite you inside again?”

“I definitely won’t decline.”

You break a rule. “I’m inviting you.”

He smooths it over with his large hands. He brushes past you, walking back in, smiling like he won the daily lottery. “Thank you kindly.”

“What’s your height?”

“196.”

“Who’s the tall one? Father or mother?”

“Both. Big giants, my family. I was the only one into sports, though. The rest of them… well, I don’t know what it was they wanted in life, never got to see them do anything worth remembering.”

You take out a jar as he takes a seat on the four-sided table. “Our families are the same.”

“Giants?”

“No. They were all very smart, but they never seemed to use it properly. I’m the first one to graduate university. Then you ask yourself, were they very smart to begin with, if they didn’t amount to anything?” You scoop out several plums and pile it into his bowl, reaching across the table. “I get guilty when I think about people like this, because I’m sure they were happy, but I hate people without purpose. They make me feel queasy.”

“I judge too harshly too,” he says between chewing, his finger on his top lip, the same hand gripping his chopsticks. “That's why I’m unmarried.”

You take a seat, liking the way he likes the food. You fold your hands under your chin and look at him openly, happily, like this is the most normal thing in the world. It could be. “Aha! The case has been solved!”

“Funny case, I thought you knew why I wasn’t married since the beginning.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because you… got what I want, got what I need.”

“Would you like to take the umeboshi home?” You interject loudly, hoping he’ll stop singing.

“She says I’m just a friend,” he continues melodically, “but—! She gives me her only jar of umeboshi which she aged herself! Six months? I’m confident I’m succeeding in my wooing of you, yes?”

“You’re definitely confident in your singing voice, I’ll give you that.”

“Ah, actually,” he announces. “This is your fault.” His voice goes back to its normal baritone, calm once again after he clears his throat. “Whenever I’m with you, I feel like I don’t need to make a good impression, you’d think the same of me whether I was in a bad mood or not. I’m very safe in your hands, though I can’t explain why.”

You wonder how many times Meian has sung in front of people. Maybe in an assembly, when he is dressed as the sun, waddling in a large costume of canary yellow, all because he’s the tallest boy in his Grade 3 class. Maybe for his mother, at her insistence, of a jingle on the radio that was more adorable with his six year old lisp. Maybe for no one at all –

Maybe here, maybe now, is the first time.

Slowly, like the first snow falling outside, tentatively – you watch him smile a small smile, give another small confession and watch you put it in a jar of all his other small confessions, and you wonder all the while how wonderful he must be a year from now, a year after knowing him better.

[sassycheesecake]

- ATSUMU MIYA, TŌRU OIKAWA, KŌTARŌ BOKUTO, Shōyō Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, LEV HAIBA, Satori Tendō, SHŪGO MEIAN, KIYOOMI SAKUSA

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oikawa toru, bokuto koutaro, kuroo tersuro, matsukawa issei, atsumu miya, konoha akinori, meian shugo, hinata shoyo, tanaka ryunosuke, sugawara koushi, tendou satori

[barbatoss-teabag-leaves]

Accidental confession

Atsumu, Meian, Daichi, Kuroo, Iwaizumi, Kirishima, Bokuto, Ennoshita, Yaku, Jirou, Sero, Shoto, Tetsutetsu, Semi

I’m sorry if this may seem a bit out of character, but I tried to keep it neutral to fit a widish range of characters

(Ps. You knew they were talking about you, you just teased them a little ;) )

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

MSBY Group Chat:

YN's Dating the Captain 💅🏼

Msby x Female Manager

Warnings: Swearing, suggestive

A/N: ok apparently I have zero chill and I just had to make this tonight 😃 this is for you 1/9 anon 🥰

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[shcyc]

! KINKS

i am so sorry for the long post but tumblr fucked up my format so i cant add the “readmore”

synopsis: haikyuu men and their kinks! — msby4, meian, shion

cw; kinks. these are just my opinions so yah

HINATA SHŌYŌ

don’t let this man’s good and innocent looks fool you, he’s a fucking sex machine and im sure he has a lot of kinks but if I had to pin it down to two, its definitely praise and size kink!

tell me he wont call you names like pretty girl and sweetheart <3 likes it both ways for praise kink — if you tell him how good he’s making you feel, he’s gonna fuck you into oblivion, like you probably wont be sleeping till morning (not that I’m complaining)

him being "small" his whole life honestly deflates his ego a little — so when you whimper and claw at him as he pushes inside you because of how big he is, he can't help but get even harder, stretching you out even more

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

he’s so mean, we all know that, so we aren’t surprised when he runs that dirty mouth of his whenever he fucks you hard — so degrading and dacryphillia are probably his top two kinks!

but sometimes, I feel like despite him being mean all the time, he just really likes soft sex and the intimacy the two of you share during that period it’s just something very precious to him

his favorite thing would be seeing you on your knees, dick in your mouth as you tear up while he thrusts himself into you — he just thinks you look so pretty whenever he does that while you struggle to make him feel good

MIYA ATSUMU

dacryphillia and probably exhibition / voyeurism? you crying because hes stretching and fucking you out so good makes his head fuzzy and will have him weak in the knees, though he’d never admit it because you’d tease him — he just loves seeing your puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks when he pleasures you

likes to watch and be watched. wants to see you pleasure yourself and moan his name, he wants / hope people watches when he fucks you to show everyone how good he’s making you feel

won’t be surprised if he was the one to suggest a gang bang with the rest of the MSBY / inarizaki team! (sounds like a new smut idea)

BOKUTO KŌTARŌ

hes such a baby so cute so precious! but bondage and overstimulation is in my head whenever I see him — he likes to see you all wrapped up and presented to him on the bed, just for him to “unwrap”

ok but tie his wrists up when you wanna take control and he will worship you like you’re his god (which you technically already are in his mind) — but yes he likes it both ways! tell me otherwise

he overstimulates because — one, you’d be crying and begging him to stop / for more. two, he gets to go again and again until he passes out. three, both of you feel good, simple as that

MEIAN SHŪGO

ah the captain <3 this man is another sex machine! he’d edge you so much because its both enjoyable for him and you, which is similar to bokuto — more so for him because he gets you hear you whimper and chant his name over and over like a prayer

manhandling! (is that a kink tho?) I mean, he’s just so big and strong that he can’t help but “throw” you around like a doll — side note: he calls you doll and I think that’s pretty cute!

I also think he’d be really into degrading you — fuck, he just can’t help it, you know? you’re so cute underneath him, the dirty words just slip right out of his mouth like honey

INUNAKI SHION

based on haikyuu wikipedia, he teases a lot so I’m assuming he’s into teasing but that isn’t really a kink so I would believe that he has similar kinks to hinata and atsumu? praise / degrading and exhibition

I feel like his praises would sound degrading — “such a good little slut for me”, etc. he’s mean but definitely on the kinder side (though I do think he can be quite rude and mean at times)

and he’s probably the type to pretend he doesn’t like exhibiting but would be so down to watch you try to finger yourself and fail terribly just so you can whine and beg for him to help you!

© 2022 shcyc — this one is for @shuian because I missed you so much <3

[ceo-of-daichi]

❥Pairing | Sawamura Daichi x Fem!Reader x Meian Shugo

❥WC | 750+

❥A/N | I wanted to elaborate on my last thirsty thought so… I finally wrote something for both my boys together.. and it was a freaking blast to write, I had so much fun with it!! And I hope you guys do too! Thanks so much to @valravna for correcting all my grammatical errors and proofing💛

❥TW || Mentions of seeing 2 guys at once without them knowing (not official so not cheating), pet names ‘princess’ and ‘good-girl’, praise, oral (male x 2 receiving), face fucking, porn without plot, is this technically a threesome? probably…

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You have no idea how you got here. How you ended up on your knees looking up at the two men you hoped would never have to meet, you had prayed to whoever was listening that you could have made a decision between the two by now.

However, it was almost impossible when they were both such a perfect fit in your life, such supportive, loving partners. But it didn’t matter right now, all that mattered was the fact that they had found out you were seeing both of them.

Meian had a permanent smirk on his face as he unbuckled his pants, almost as if he was waiting for you to fuck up. Waiting to find something, just so he could treat you how all his instincts were screaming at him.

You loved how much he towered over you in this position, not that he needed to be any taller. Sitting at 6’5 was tall enough, but something about this situation made your core ache in anticipation.

“Mmm, you think this is a good idea to do this here, Meian?” Daichi asks as he runs a knuckle down your cheek.

And then there was Daichi, the more cautious and reserved of the two. Though being cautious didn’t seem to mean he wasn’t up for anything more risky every so often. This, you figured, was one of those occasions. At least judging by the tent in his pants currently at eye level with you.

“Everyone is too occupied with the party to bother us here…” Meian nods as he watches Daichi push his thumb against your bottom lip, which you happily accept into your mouth. “Plus she seems too eager to wait any longer, isn’t that right princess?” He smirks as he watches the thin string of spit still attached to your lip expand as Daichi’s thumb leaves your mouth.

“Guess we shouldn’t make her wait any longer then…” Daichi can’t help but chuckle slightly as he pulls down his jeans and boxers just a bit, causing his cock to spring out and slap against your cheek. You relish in the weight of it as he moves it across your face and pushes the tip past your lips.

His hand sat comfortably against the back of your head, gently coaxing you on his cock, urging you to take him further and further until you gag and choke around him.

“She’s taking you so well, such a good girl…” Meian praises as he takes himself into hand. He allows himself to observe for a few short moments, which you catch out of the corner of your tear soaked eye.

After a few short seconds of putting on a show for both of them you pull away from Daichi with a pop, leaving only a thin layer of drool coating his cock. He groans softly at the sight of how fucked you look, covered in your own drool and tears.

You don’t give them long to admire you as you quickly take Meian into your mouth, starting to give his cock the attention it deserves.

Unlike Daichi, Meian is slightly more impatient and he can’t stop his hips thrusting against your slack jaw, the sound of his heavy balls hitting your chin causing your eyes to roll back as you allow him to abuse your mouth.

Your hands grip at his jean clad thighs as he lets himself lose control for a bit, before he allows you a small amount of reprieve, pulling your head back slightly, giving Daichi some space to slip the head of his cock back into your cheek alongside Meian’s.

You couldn’t help but just stare in awe as they both started to fuck their hands as you suckle at their tips, awaiting them to come undone and paint your throat. It was all you could do, sit there like a good girl and watch their faces contort and strangled moans leave their parted lips as they filled your mouth with their combined seed.

And you would be lying if you said you didn’t love every second.

“Holy fuck…” Daichi gasped, slightly out of breath as he pulled himself back watching your still open mouth, the thick white substance they left behind spilling over the sides of your tongue. Your cheeks still wet from tears and chin wet with drool, you were beautiful.

You continued to stay kneeling in that position, waiting for approval, for praise, for permission, which you got only moments later when Meian tapped the underside of your chin to close your mouth.

“Good girl…Now let's sort you out yeah?”

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[sassycheesecake]

Coming over to his work to bring him something he forgot at home.

„You forgot this!“ You give him your brightest smile but since you have to be at work as well, you leave as quickly as you came to his work place.

His coworkers/teammates all stare with big eyes after your retreating figure, wondering how their coworker/teammate was able to know such a beautiful person as yourself.

„Omg they are so beautiful. Are they going to work with us soon?? How do you know them?!“ Questions like those are being thrown around.

Your significant other just gives them a smirk and proudly says:

„That‘s my significant other. Keyword is mine.“

- TŌRU OIKAWA, ATSUMU MIYA,Tetsurō Kuroo, Kōtarō Bokuto, HAJIME IWAIZUMI, Kenji Futakuchi, Motoya Komori, Osamu Miya, GAO HAKUBA, Kōrai Hoshiumi, SHŪGO MEIAN, FUKURŌ HIRUGAMI, Nicollas Romero

[bokubear]

Haikyuu!! — he comes home angry

❥ including ; ( timeskip! ) kurō tetsuro, bokuto koutarou, meian shūgo, suna rintarou, atsumu miya

❥ genre ; angst, fluff, insecurity, comfort, suggestive themes, small fights, making-up

❥ notes ; this one makes my heart HURT but it’s also too fluffy to resist\(//∇//)\

Kurō doesn’t speak when he walks through the door. Instead, he shuts himself inside the bathroom—resorting to texting you ‘sorry kitten, bad day.’ While you’d already noticed thanks to the usual kiss he delivered being absent. This happens occasionally, when Kurō’s had an especially frustrating day or he finds himself in a stressful situation. But he tries his hardest to not have you involved. Saying how this is “his” problem and he doesn’t want to say something mean. Until finally, the exhausted cat exits from being holed up in the bathroom and into your arms. The heavy sigh is enough confirmation to run your fingers through his dark hair. And god is he grateful to come home and sleep on your soft chest. Man is snoring in minutes.

Bokuto very rarely comes home angry. But on those peculiar practices he’ll drop his bag by the door, standing motionlessly in defeat. Nearing the breaking point, and you can tell immediately. “Kou.. hard day?” You say gently, watching as he lifts his head in hopes you won’t see the welling tears; you do. “I’m not good enough.. I did horrible today.” He bites his lip, concealing himself from you. “Baby. Look at me.” You hush, cupping that sweet, adorably precious face in your palms—and the eyes staring back at you utterly break your heart. Bokuto is a tearful angry. “You can be mad, you can cry, but don’t say you’re not good enough. You’re amazing Kou.” Pressing a saccharine kiss to his lips, squeaking in surprise as the ace lifted you up with ease; the once innocent kiss turning hotter—messier. Much less innocent than before. “Kou.. now?” You huff, the latter trailing kisses along your neck as you spoke. “Wanna show you how much you mean to me, how much I don’t deserve you.” And when he said it like that, it was irresistible.

Meian completely ignored you upon arriving home, disappearing into your shared room without a single hello. You assumed he was upset, deciding to focus on the dinner you were preparing. However, all was well till your husband rejected your meal—straight up standing up from the barstool. “I don’t have an appetite.” With tight lips, you speak up before he leaves once again. “Do you want to keep it so you can have it later-“I said I don’t want it.” His tone of voice changing drastically to something venomous. The door slammed as well, abandoning you to clean up the mess with a trembling lip and hurt feelings. When Meian was mad, he didn’t yell—he’d have this horribly mean attitude that broke your heart even more so. But when you texted him a ‘I think I’m gonna stay at my friends tonight, to give you space.’ He knew he’d been too harsh. In actuality, he was beyond guilty for how rude he’d been, but he couldn’t quite figure out how to make it up to you. So as you were asking your way out the door, your husband flew to hug your back. “You don’t know when to stop.” You sigh against him, his warm hands enveloping your hips. “I don’t. So please, stay here with me. I want to make it up to you.” Rest assured he definitely made it up to you.

Suna calls you on his way home on the subway, voice muffled not only from the phone-line, but also his down-cast behavior. “‘Wanna hear your voice..” You smile, this side of Rin was rare—and a gem to your day all the same. “Today was not my day.” He groans, you can hear him walking along the sidewalk leading home. “No luck?” The amused lilt in your voice makes Suna hiss, it’s as if you could see him roll his eyes from your place on the couch. “I hate our coach. It sucks to think I could be with you when I’m stuck there.” He mumbles, cheek pressed to the phone screen as if he’s trying to reach you on the other side. “I think you’ll survive Rinnie. Come home, I want you.” He chokes on his water. “You.. want me? Baby?” His assumption earns a series of shouts from you—denying the way that sentence sounded. “I-I meant to cuddle and watch movies!! Rinnnnn..” Now it was his turn to sound amused, cheekily replying. “I’m almost there, then you can have me any way you want honey.” — “Rin!”

Atsumu notifies Osamu first. It may sound a little strange, I mean, you’re his lover. Yet this is simply for precautious reasons. And once you understand, it reveals the concerned and considerate part of the blonde twin. “Why can’t I work part-time at Onigiri Miya..” Atsumu cursed, Osamu rubbing his temples on the other side. “I wanna strangle that owl sometimes!! He’s way to happy-go lucky. ‘Ya get me?” He pouts, kicking leaves away like a seriously spoiled toddler. “It’s nice that yer taking out yer anger on me and not Y/n ‘Tsumu, but choking someone without their consent is a crime.” Atsumu barks a laugh. “Yah! ‘Samu! You’re kinkier than I thought! Oh, I’m home, bye!” And with that he hangs up, and poor Osamu is left to await his visit the next day. “Angel! I talked to ‘Samu on the way here and guess what he said-“Have you been venting your anger on him to spare me?” This stops the setter in his tracks. Crap. He’s been caught. “Uhh.. nah.” The pathetic lie earns him a ‘cut the crap’ look. “Come to me if you’re fussy, it’s time you spare your brother.” Dragging him to the dinner table as you speak. “Yes angel.. but did you know Osamu’s into choki-OW!”

-maak

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