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dejwrites · 2 years

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❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ 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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sapphirelycoris · 2 years

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Ship: Wakatoshi Ushijima | Takanobu Aone I Nicolas Romero I Shūgo Meian | Aran Ojiro x gn!reader (you/your)

Warnings: Bound in rope, cloth in mouth, overstimulation, edging, teasing, dildos, masturbation, handjob, dominant reader, submissive boys. Lmk if I missed any.

Author's note: I’m on a submissive men kick rn 👀🤭

Submissive Haikyu!! Men

Ushijima who looks so handsome, struggling as he’s bound in ropes with a vibrator tied to his cock. Tears roll down his face from the overstimulation. It hurts but it hurts so good. The cloth in his mouth muffles and stifles his pretty moans and screams. Because he’ll get loud when the painful pleasure is all he can think about. “Is your poor cock sore, Wakatoshi?”

Aone who’s usually quiet and silent. But he begs and whimpers for you to let him cum. Edge him enough and the patient man starts getting impatient. Tease him enough and his entire face will go red as he cries for you to have mercy and just let him cum. “Aw, look at my baby so desperate for me.”

Romero's muscles flex as he tenses up when you’re shoving a dildo in his ass. His face buried in the pillow, moaning into the fabric about how good it feels. He clenches his fist and jaw when the dildo is completely settled inside of him. “Be a good boy and take it all.”

Meian touches himself on facetime, listening to your every command. He knows he can't cum without your permission or there will be serious consequences when he gets home. He whines and complains while he edges himself in front of you. "Come on, (Name)! I've been at this for half an hour. Please, please, please just let me cum."

Aran is patient. But every man has a limit. He had been pent up and horny all day long. You had work to do so instead of giving into his desires first, you sat at your computer. Lazily fisting his cock while you type with one hand. He bucks into it sometimes but he knows that when he does that, you'll take your hand away. "Just be patient, baby. I'll make you feel even better in a few minutes."

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sassycheesecake · 10 months

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A/N: Hi everyone! This is a request from one of my readers! The request was to write the „Dream A Little Of Me“ in the male reader perspective. Also, instead of the manager, the reader is the Athletic Trainer for the MSBY Jackals. Hope you guys like it! Enjoy <3

genre: a lil‘ angst, fluff, smut in the beginning

warnings: sex dream, male masturbation, cursing

Shūgo Meian x Reader “Dream A Little Of Me”

“Oh (Y/N)... that feels so good… yeah j-just like that. Holy shit! O-Ohh…” Meian moans heavily with your wandering touches.

His broad chest rises and falls fast, his mind is all over the place.

Your skilled tongue swirls around the head of his long cock, making it twitch with need and he blissfully pants as precum starts dripping from the tip.

”(Y/N) please… stop teasing me… I want to fuck you so bad.” Meian tangles his hand in your hair and tugs on it occasionally. His other hand fists the sheets of the bed.

You willingly let go of his cock, making a ‘pop’ noise as you retreated from his form.

A mix string of saliva and precum connects your wet lips and his tip and Meian throws his head back in satisfaction, trying to calm his breathing.

Looking at him with a glint in your eyes, you crawl onto his lap, placing each leg next to his waist.

Meian stares at you with flushed cheeks, a small smile growing on the corner of his lips.

Placing your hands to rest on his ripped abdomen, you begin to sit down on him with a dreamy sigh, feeling him stretch your insides out.

Gasping at his enormous size, he too, moans shakily at the feeling of your tight hole squeezing him.

”Hah, hah. Gosh you feel amazing!”, scrunching his face in gratification, he places his giant hands on your hips, grasping them tightly, surely leaving marks.

Meian opens his eyes and looks at you with pure love and adoration.

”(Y/N)… I love y-“ , Meian’s voice stops suddenly and you hear your annoying alarm going off.

You wake up with a startling gasp, scooching back and moving to sit up against your headboard as you try to calm your breathing and your racing heart. Your hair is slightly sweaty, no doubt about the stimulation you felt in your dream. It felt so real.

Unbelievable, this is now the third time you dreamed about the MSBY’s Captain like this.

Rubbing your hands over your face, you groan in sexual frustration as you replay the images in your head over a naked Shūgo Meian confessing his feelings for you.

Looking down, you see your boner pressing up against your dark bed sheets, a small wet spot marks the sheet.

‘Great.‘ You think to yourself as you slowly reach for your hard member, thinking about the raven-haired Middle Blocker and Captain.

Just everything about that guy is perfect. His smile, his stature, his personality, he’s just a dream come true.

As a Captain of a Pro Volleyball team, he is strict with his teammates and is not afraid to scold three certain rascals for their shenanigans (every day) from time to time.

As the Athletic Trainer of MSBY, you just graduated from the Hardin-Simmons University in Texas.

They offer one of the best Athletic Trainer programs, moving there after you graduated High School in Tokyo.

You remember your first day with the Jackals, as if it happened yesterday.

It was an early Monday morning five months ago and you being nervous to meet the team was an understatement.

Standing in front of the gym doors of the official training hall of the MSBY Black Jackals in Osaka, your trembling hands reach for the door handle and you push it open with ease, having built a sturdy and strong frame after years of working on your body.

The first thing you notice is the smell.

It’s a mix between sweat, lemon and a faint hint of ‘Dark Temptation’ Axe deodorant spray.

Your eyes find the team, playing a three-on-three match, not noticing yet that you have walked in.

Coach Foster hears you first and he tells his team to take a small break while he talks to you.

After saying those words, the team finally looks at you and it’s making you feel small.

Even though you’re not the smallest person, their massive height DO intimidate you.

“Thank you for your application, I am guessing you’re (Y/L/N) (Y/F/N). Correct?” Foster asks you.

You bow deep in respect, confirming his question.

“Nice to meet you sir, yes I am.”

Foster nods, telling you they already did warm ups for about 30 minutes with a 15 minute jog round in the gym hall. Now they were just doing a small session until you arrived.

The Coach gathers the team around, telling them to introduce themselves.

After each introduction of the team members, Meian, the last one on the left, speaks up and introduces himself.

While hearing his deep voice, you barely listen to what he’s saying, too distracted by his body and gorgeous face.

Feeling your heartbeat go a little faster than usual, you try to snap out of your trance, thankfully being successful with it before anyone notices you checking out the team captain.

When the ravenette is done talking, he flashes you a dazzling smile, almost sending you into cardiac arrest.

Now, the first few weeks weren’t so bad.

You helped the team with their stretches, correcting their forms, delivering medical care if necessary, monitoring athletic events, obviously watching their practices from the side and giving out tips so they avoid injuries during real matches and practice matches.

You’re with the team three times a week, each time you can’t help but watch Meian a little more than the others.

The way his jersey sticks to his big torso, the way you help him stretch by touching his back when you feel his strong back muscles, whenever he wipes the sweat off of his face with his shirt, you can see his abs and holy shit what you wouldn’t do to actually feel them and not just dream about touching them.

Still, you need to stay professional about this because it’s your job and your attraction unfortunately only grew with time.

It happened like two months ago when you started your deep and strong crush on the raven-haired man intensified.

Almost every day after work, your brain gathers the memory as if it happened yesterday.

Everyone was done with training, headed straight to the showers and left the volleyball gym in a hurry. Or so you thought.

It was around 18:00 and training officially ended 30 minutes ago. Guessing that all the players have already left since it was so quiet, you wanted to shower as well since you were meeting up with a local friend from town. Since time was too close to the meet up, you wouldn’t have had time to go home, shower, change and drive into town again.

Noticing the door was still unlocked, you didn’t think much of it, simply deciding that Meian forgot to lock the room after he left, since he and the coach are the only ones with a key to the lockers.

When you entered the still light up locker room you didn’t expect a half-naked Meian to be standing in front of his locker with just a white fluffy towel wrapped around his waist.

Your eyes followed the water droplets as they ran down on the massive muscles on his torso and stomach, watched as they got soaked into the towel.

Meian turned his head in your direction and stared at you in shock but it was more the curiosity than shock that showed on his face.

After a few seconds, you felt an extraordinary heat blow up on your face and you let out a small squeak as you turned around and left as quickly as you entered.

Meian stared dumbfounded at the door where you left and heard a small amount of apologies getting quieter and quieter.

He just chuckled at your behavior and resumed changing.

‘Oh God, oh God, oh God! You just burst into the locker room with a half-naked Meian still standing there, what must he think of me?!’

Well you can forget about meeting up with your friend since you can cross out the thought of having a shower before meeting up. Exiting the doors of the gym hall, the cold air surprisingly makes it easier to breathe, helping your blushing face to calm down as well.

Once Meian was done changing, he saw you waiting outside and it was pouring down.

Wanting to clear the awkward air after the embarrassing encounter, he approached you and offered to drive you home but as soon your ears picked up on his voice, your eyes were wide and you told him off, saying you were going to miss the train to meet up with a friend.

Meian tried to stop you but you were already sprinting to the train station in the rain saying you were going to be fine on your own.

The Middle Blocker stared sadly after your retreating form and kicked a trash can over in frustration. The loud bang of the trash can falling down on the pavement echoed in the silent night.

Some of the trash landed on the floor and after he heaved out a deep sigh he picked up the trash and put it back in before he went home.

Meian has been developing feelings for you ever since you started and those feelings only started to grow the more time he spent talking to you. And now he thinks he blew his chance of getting closer to you. He purposely pretended to have troubles with some muscles, so you’d come over and put your strong hands on him, to feel the pressure of your muscles on his own, inwardly making the Middle Blocker sigh in bliss whenever he would feel the heat of your skin on his own.

Ever since that incident, you have been avoiding him like a pest. Always walking in a different direction whenever he is near, not talking to him any way except when it’s absolutely necessary, it’s almost driving him insane.

When he needed help with a stretch, you started to wear gloves and your voice sounded cold, almost apathetic when you talked to him.

Meian thought he had a good relationship with you but your sudden strange and distant behavior makes him think you had a change of heart.

He honestly thought you liked him the same way he liked you. Maybe his mind was just playing tricks on him but nonetheless he decided to leave you alone.

His teammates notice the relationship change between you two, making it feel like two parents who had a bitter divorce because the other one got custody over the children.

Inunaki and Tomas notice it first when they have a small three-on-three match together after an intense training match.

They both take a drink from their water bottles, wiping the sweat off of their necks with towels, watching you write something down on your notepad before packing up your stuff.

Helping them with the clean up, you gather the towels and put them into the washing basket.

Then they watch you pick up the scattered volleyballs around the court and Meian is about to grab the one you’re about to pick up when your eyes make contact with his dark ones.

For a moment, neither of you say anything, simply staring at each other.

All of sudden, you straighten up and walk around him with a neutral expression on your face, still not saying anything, beginning to drop the volleyballs into the wagon.

Meian’s remorseful gaze follows your figure and he breathes out slowly and closes his eyes, grabbing the ball with his hands and throws it into the volleyball cart.

Inunaki nudges Tomas with his elbow, gaining the Middle Blocker’s attention.

“Did something happen between Cap and (Y/N)?” He questions him.

Tomas looks at you and then Meian, before he answers with a clueless shrug of his shoulders.

“Don’t know about Cap but I just feel like (Y/N) is lately more quiet than usual.”

“Yeah but like a couple of weeks ago, they were talking so much and seemed really friendly towards each other. Then just like that-”, he snaps his fingers, “they act like complete strangers.”

Tomas thinks for a few moments before he decides to speak up again.

“Maybe something DID happen between them that causes them to behave like that. I mean look at them, they are acting like they’ve never interacted with one another.”

Atsumu appears and joins their conversation. He rests his sweaty arm on Inunaki’s shoulder as he leans against him.

“What we talkin’ ‘bout?” the sandy-blonde asks and Inunaki grimaces at the gesture but doesn’t shrug him off.

Tomas begins to answer.

“We’ve just been talking about how Meian and (Y/N) have been acting differently toward each other. Almost like there’s a visible tension hanging in the air.”

Atsumu grins at that, not being able to refrain the next words from spilling out.

“Ya think they fucked? Maybe he didn’t give ‘im a good time and he tries ta avoid ‘im cuz of it.” The Setter laughs.

The Libero and Middle Blocker’s faces change into disbelief and disgust and Inunaki shrugs Atsumu off.

“Meian doesn’t strike me as the type to just sleep with someone to get their dick wet. Unlike you of course.” Tomas grins cheekily at Atsumu and he scowls at him.

“Fuck off.” The blonde man spits at him before walking off.

Inunaki shakes his head at their behavior and looks back at you.

You’re looking troubled, almost sad as you collect the towels together from Bokuto and Hinata as they hand you their black towels as well.

The energetic duo seems to notice your expression and their smiles drop immediately as they ask you what is troubling you with concerned faces.

You just shake your head and wave them off, walking away to resume packing up the rest of your stuff to go home.

Hinata and Bokuto share a look of worry but leave you be.

The Wing Spikers walk into the direction of the locker room of the MSBY Jackals followed by the rest of the teammates.

Inunaki and Tomas both agree that they should ask their Captain in the locker rooms about his and your tense body language and silent treatments lately.

Coach Foster has also noticed your change of attitude as well, your usual cheerful expression replaced by a dark cloud of sadness looming over you.

Walking over to you, he tries to indulge in a talk with you.

”(Y/N)? You okay? The guys didn’t say anything mean or inappropriate to you did they?” Foster starts.

Startled by his sudden voice, you turn around to him with a small smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Y-Yeah I am fine, having some private trouble sir.”

He purses his lips at your answer and advises you to leave the trouble at home and not bring it to work.

Accepting his advice you apologize for your behavior and you promise him to be in a better mood tomorrow.

~ At the same time in the locker room ~

The team members of MSBY are all freshly showered, getting dressed and ready to go home.

Meian rubs his head dry with a towel and Tomas and Inunaki share a quick glance before nodding to each other.

Tomas clears his throat and Meian whips his head and his direction with an arched eyebrow.

“Yeah? Did you need something?” Meian asks him.

“Uhh…” , he begins.

Tomas turns his head to look at Inunaki and he just sends him a thumbs up with an unsure smile as encouragement.

Meian looks at Inunaki, back to Tomas and begins to get slightly irritated at his teammate’s behavior.

”Well?” Meian starts to get impatient and Tomas is not used to this side of him.

“Inunaki and I were wondering if something happened between you and (Y/N). We just feel like you had such great chemistry with him and it’s like the next day, you’re acting like you don’t know each other.”

Bokuto, Hinata, Atsumu and even Sakusa slow down their movements, quite intrigued by what the raven-haired Middle Blocker has to say.

Meian stops for a second, pondering what to say.

”I don’t know.” He begins.

“You know when I had to stay behind to clean the mess you guys left in the locker room? (Y/N) saw me while I was there. He’s been distant since.” The spiky black-haired Middle Blocker explains.

Questions started flowing through the room immediately, not acknowledging the fact that Meian was pissed about the dirty laundry that they left on the floor for him to clean up.

”Woah, did he see you naked??” Wide golden eyes stare in amazement at Meian.

“Did he confess his undying love to you or something?” Hinata suggests with stars in his eyes.

“Please tell me you didn’t have sex with him in here, I am going to kill you if you did.” Sakusa scrunches his face in disgust and anger.

” Or was it yer size that was disappointin’?” Atsumu teases with a shit-eating grin.

Meian looks at his team and puts on his MSBY sweats, only giving one answer.

”No we didn’t do anything inappropriate, he just saw me in a towel and ran out like the room was on fire.”

Silence, followed by some laughter from Atsumu’s and Bokuto’s side.

“Is that it? Then why do you look so down about it?” Barnes finally joins the group, already dressed and ready to go.

Meian blows air through his nose, looking at Barnes with tired eyes.

“I like him. A lot. Maybe more than I’d care to admit. But now I feel like I ruined my chances with him.”

Atsumu leans against the locker next to Meian’s and starts taunting him.

”Awww he too shy to admit he wants yer dick? Is that why ya been so pissy lately bro?”

Meian doesn’t look at Atsumu and puts on a fresh new shirt from his locker.

Still ignoring his teammates, he puts his bag over his shoulder and leaves the locker room without a word of goodbye, slamming the door on his way out.

Everybody gapes at the Captain’s reaction, if you could even call that a reaction and turn to glare at their Setter.

Atsumu is aware of everyone’s eyes on him and he just says cluelessly with wide eyes “What?” when he glimpses in the round.

Bokuto’s excited deep voice breaks the silence.

”I think they’re SO cute together!” Bokuto puts his hands over his heart and sighs dreamily.

”So do I! Maybe we can convince them to talk together!” Hinata suggests.

“Are you serious? Are you going to play matchmaker?” The curly dark-haired Outside Hitter asks Hinata in a ridiculous tone when he puts on a fresh mask from his bag.

“Omi you should totally participate! Consider this a team building exercise!“ Bokuto beams.

“Yeah Omi-Omi! Join the group of ‘Match made in Heaven’!” Atsumu adds.

“No.” Sakusa says bluntly and leaves the locker rooms without another word.

”I don’t think we should snoop our noses in their mess. They are both adults after all, they need to sort this out themselves.” Barnes swings his bag over his shoulder and bids his teammates goodbye.

Tomas, Atsumu, Bokuto, Inunaki and Hinata are the only ones left now in the changing room.

“Well you can definitely count us in.“ Inunaki smiles at his teammates with a supportive thumbs up and a wide grin, while Tomas just nods his head in agreement with a small smile on his face.

“Awesome! Let operation ‘Jackal Love‘ spring into action!“ The white-haired boasts his fists in the air with a massive grin on his excited face.

“Shōyō, text ‘im ta meet ‘us’ tomorrow at the local bar in town, yannow the one that’s called ‘Cloudhouse’ or something like that? He’ll probably answer ya unlike the rest of us. Besides Bokkun, ya have da best connection with ‘im.” Atsumu puts the word ‘us’ in a quotation with his fingers.

Hinata takes out his phone and starts to write the message to you, while the remaining MSBY members peeking over his shoulder to read what he types down.

~ Back to you ~

You walk your way home in the cold dark to the train station without saying goodbye to the team, listening to ‘On My Own’ by Ashes Remain.

Sitting in the cold train wagon, you hide your face into your thick black hoodie, trying to stay warm.

You feel a vibration in the pocket of your jacket, signaling you got a text. Grabbing the phone out, you unlock it to open the message from Hinata.

> Ninja Shōyō 17:48 <

‘(Y/N)!!! We are all going out to the bar

tomorrow night! We wanted to invite you to come along! 😃’

> You 17:50 <

‘Sorry Shōyō. I am usually pretty tired after work, maybe another time.’

Hinata pouts at your answer, showing the others your reply.

“Be a lil‘ bit more persistent bro!“ Atsumu tells Hinata.

Hinata thinks for a moment, before he starts typing again.

> Ninja Shōyō 17:51 <

‘Awww c’mon! 😭😭 Bo and I will be very sad otherwise! 🥲’

Thinking for a few moments, you actually agree. You haven’t been out in a while and the constant hiding from Meian has been tiring you out.

> You 17:59 <

‘Alright. Okay. What time and where?’

> Ninja Shōyō 18:00 <

‘Let’s say 19:00 @Cloudhouse!!’

> You 18:01 <

‘👍🏻’

When the rest of the MSBY Jackals read your message they all cheer loudly and text their Captain to be there at the same time.

~ The next day ~

It’s 18:15 and Coach Foster decided to let everyone go home early today since it’s Friday. Atsumu took care of the reservation, paying extra so the two of you don’t have to deal with too much of a crowd.

The operation “Jackal Love” starts now. The matchmakers except Meian, you and the non-participant Sakusa, know about their hooking-up-plan.

As everyone gets ready to go home, Hinata and Bokuto have been excited all day long, getting on Sakusa‘s nerves.

Once Meian hits the showers, Sakusa walks over to Hinata with an aggravated scowl.

“Will you stop it?! Your constant twitching and giddiness is getting on my nerves!“

Sakusa‘s foul mood doesn’t scare Hinata in the slightest.

”Ahhh I am sorry I can’t! I am so excited for (Y/N) and Meian’s secret date tonight!” The orange haired Wing Spiker gloats.

Sakusa’s scowl changes into disbelief and he whips his head into Bokuto’s and Atsumu’s direction.

”You’re joking right? You didn’t seriously set those two up for tonight.“ The Outside Hitter hisses at them.

“Why not? It’s ‘bout damn time somethin’ happened between ‘em. I cannot take their sexual tension anymore.“ Atsumu defends.

Sakusa scoffs in disgust and leaves the locker room to go home. Before he exits the room though, Bokuto calls after him.

“Omi! I will keep you updated on the lovebirds!“

Sakusa doesn’t reply and closes the door.

Inunaki waves his teammates over in a hurried manner and the rest gets changed quickly before moving over to their Libero.

“Okay guys, Meian will be out of the showers in a little bit, we only have a few minutes. So here’s the plan again. Meian and (Y/N) will meet each other at the Cloudhouse in about 45 minutes. What are you all going to say or write in the group chat when the clock strikes 19:00?“ Inunaki asks in the round.

“Samu needed help movin’ somethin’.“ Atsumu answers easily.

“The new Call of Duty Game came out and Bokkun and I forgot to pick it up and we only have today to pick it up before they send it back!“ Hinata adds.

“Tomas twisted his ankle in the subway and I need to drive him home.“ Barnes sighs while crossing his arms over his chest.

Inunaki nods happily with every answer, giving his own reply after Barnes‘ answer.

“Great! Now let’s all get out of here!“ The light-haired Libero shoos the rest of the team out, except Meian who just turned the shower off.

Walking into the locker room with a black towel around his waist, Meian notices that it’s deadly quiet.

Not thinking much of it, he changes into a long-sleeved black polo shirt along with a pair of black ripped jeans and black-and-white All Star sneakers.

Spraying some ‘Dark Temptation’ on him, he finishes packing his bag and heads out towards his car.

Noticing that some of the cars of the players are gone, Meian thinks that his teammates are already on their way to the bar.

After 15 minutes, Meian arrives in front of the colorful LED sign that reads ‘CLOUDHOUSE’’ in cursive writing.

What’s weird though is, that no members of the Jackals are in front of the building.

The building’s lights are on and he sees some people walking around and getting inside but he doesn’t see any familiar faces.

While Meian waits in his car, little rain droplets begin to fall on his windshield, the sound gently disturbing the silence.

After about 8 minutes of waiting, the time now being 18: 55, Meian gets out of his car and while he is walking towards the club, he takes his phone out of his pocket and texts his teammates.

‘MSBY Jackals 🐾’

> Me <

Where are you guys? Aren’t we meeting at 19:00 @Cloudhouse?

> Pestilence #1 <

Ahh sorry cap, Bo and I had to pick up the new COD game!

They would have sent it back otherwise and I already paid for it…

We won’t be able to make it sorry!😕

> Pestilence #2 <

What he said 🤩☝🏻

> Pestilence #3 <

Samu needed help movin a new cabinet into his apartment,

sorry it was last minute won’t make it either sorry 🤐

> Sakusa <

I am not coming anyway.

> Me <

Are you serious??😡 Barnes? Tomas? Inunaki?

> Barnes <

Adriah twisted his ankle badly in the subway, taking him home

we won’t make it either

> Inunaki <

Yeah my dog ate something bad I have to take him to the vet sorry

> Me <

Well I am going home then if no one is coming…

> Pestilence #3 <

(Y/N) is comin tho. Just go with him 😁

As Meian is about to turn around and leave, you show up.

Slightly drenched from the sudden rain, you tighten your jacket a little bit more around yourself.

Taking your headphones out of your ears you widen your eyes a bit and give him a tight smile and pack your headphones away into your jeans pocket.

‘’Where is everyone? We are both on time” you question him.

Meian heaves out a deep sigh before he answers you.

“They bailed on us, it’s just you and me. I hope that’s okay” The Captain rubs his neck nervously.

Honestly, you could scream right now. Out of excitement or frustration, you’re not really sure about that.

Somehow you get the feeling that the scheming members of the team have something to do with this.

Nonetheless, you give him a small smile and nod.

Meian returns your smile and opens the door for you to enter first. The doorbell chimes softly with your arrival.

Quietly thanking him for opening the door, you walk in and are greeted by flashing lights and loud music playing.

Meian follows you inside and begins to look for a free spot to sit down with you.

It is a busy night, a lot of people are occupying the tables and the bar, laughing and drinking with family or friends.

The Middle Blocker eventually spots a free corner, telling you to follow him.

As you both sit down, a waitress comes over and lays the drink and food menu down on the table, winking at you while eyeing your body up and down.

Your clear your throat and you sneak a peek at Meian to find an annoyed look on his face but quickly relaxing when she leaves.

It is quiet for a while, neither of you know how to start the conversation or in other words how to address the elephant in the room.

“Meian I -”, “(Y/N) listen -” you both start.

“Go ahead.” He beckons you.

You weren’t exactly sure where to start. Apologizing seems the best way to start the conversation.

“I just want to start by saying how sorry I am to have burst in the locker rooms the other day. I-I thought everyone has already left and I didn’t expect to see you still in there. Naked. B-Barely covered.” Squeaking like a shy little mouse, your voice gets quieter at the end of your sentence.

You can feel your cheeks and your neck heating up like crazy and you don’t have the nerve to look at the Captain's face.

For a few seconds Meian is not saying anything until he chuckles a little bit and leans forward to meet your eyes that are still focused on the table.

“Hey (Y/N), look at me. Please.” He pleads in a soft voice.

You force yourself to look up, straighten your posture and he gives you a warm smile with a look of adoration and… something else you can’t quite place.

His pupils are dilated as he stares at you.

Only a person in deep love would look at another person like Meian is looking at you right now.

“It was just the wrong time at the wrong place. Accidents happen.” He begins.

The waitress comes back and writes down your order, putting her acrylic nails on your shoulder, making you flinch away from her and she takes her leave again.

Leaving you two alone again, Meian continues where he was left off.

He clears his throat and a small blush decorates his cheeks. Looking at his massive hands, he fidgets a little bit before looking at you again.

“I just wanted to apologize as well. I am sorry that I didn’t talk to you after the incident happened. I just felt you’re too uncomfortable around me and I didn’t want to make it worse.”

“You don’t make me uncomfortable at all! I just… I really like you Meian. I thought if I didn’t talk to you anymore my feelings for you would disappear.” Quickly realizing what you just said your eyes feel like they bulge out of your sockets and you place your hands against your face to hide the shame.

“Please ignore what I just said. This was a bad idea.” You try to get up and leave but Meian snatches your wrist before you can disappear.

“No! Wait! Please don’t walk away again! I feel the same way about you (Y/N).” The Middle Blocker confesses.

Did you hear that right? The Captain of a professional Volleyball team likes you too?!

You sit down again but Meian doesn’t let go of your hands, instead he tightens his hold around them.

“I liked you for quite some time now, I was just honestly sure you didn’t like me in the same way. But you have no idea how happy it makes me right now to hear you say that.” He begins to lace your fingers together with his gorgeous smile.

You blush at his comment and as you are about to reply, the waitress comes with your two beers and a nacho plate. Slipping a little note on the table, no doubt with her number on it.

It is now a very nice atmosphere, the two of you talking about your favorite shows, your high school lives and about the team.

“That woman seems pretty into you.” Meian laughs.

You laugh along with him, the alcohol no doubt relaxing you.

“She ain’t my type. And I am here with you. Also, I am not interested in women.” You wink at him with a teasing smile.

After dinner is over, Meian pays for your guys’ drinks and food and opens the door for you to let you out first.

It is still pouring outside and you turn towards each other, getting wet by the rain.

The temperature has cooled down, making your breaths visible to the eye. Yet the cold doesn’t bother either of you. The thought of knowing that you return each others’ feelings makes your heart warm enough.

“So… I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, Meian.” You stare into his dark eyes while stuffing your cold hands into your big jacket.

“Call me Shūgo. Do you want me to drive you home? My car is right over there.” He suggests.

“No it’s okay the train station is not far from here.” You assure him.

Meian steps a little bit closer to you and takes your cold hands from your pockets into his warm ones.

“I know this seems kind of forward… but ever since I saw you for the first time, I really wanted to kiss you. Can I?” He whispers, his face coming closer to yours.

You answer him by removing your hands from his and stand on a little bit to wrap your arms around his neck to pull him towards you.

Feeling his soft lips against yours makes your body explode in fireworks. Meian envelopes his arms around your waist and pulls you even closer to him.

The rain makes this kiss even better, it feels more romantic, more intimate.

The two of you continue to kiss, feeling his tongue trying to enter your mouth, you grant him access and the Captain begins to explore your mouth.

Fingers carding through his now very wet hair, he sighs heavily and swallows your moans.

Finally pulling apart from each other what feels like an eternity, you are both panting and smiling at each other like idiots in love. Which you are.

“Do you want to come back to my place?” He grins at you cheekily.

“So bad.” You grin back and follow him to his car.

Le next day

Everyone except Meian is already in the locker room the next morning. Oddly enough no one questions it because they can already guess why the Captain is late.

As soon as the rest enters the gym, they are greeted by the sight of gross PDA between their Captain and their Athletic trainer.

You try to push Meian away with a blush and a smile as you help him with sit ups as he tries to get closer to you.

“Shūgo, stop it! They will be here any second” you scold him in a laughing voice, pushing his face away with your hand.

“No can do handsome, want to feel all of you again like last night and this morning.” You begin to stand up and Meian follows your movement, eyeing you like a predator.

Visible marks decorate his neck and your body is still so sore from last night and this morning, no doubt from Meian rocking your world.

Especially your back, hips and butt hurt, from his harsh grabbing at your hips, to your soreness of your ass, feeling like Meian stretched your insides out multiple times.

Which he did.

No one says anything. The team just stands by the entrance and watches in a mix of happiness, cringe and disgust at the sight.

Sakusa turns to his teammates with a pissed expression, as begins to walk in.

“This is all your fault. I would rather take the silent treatment act over this any day.”

“What have we done?” Inunaki asks with a shuddering voice.

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dardar-commissions · 5 months

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gOSSHHHH. DAMN GORL. I LOVE MEIAN WITH MIXED BLOOD, BUT I DON'T KNOW WHETHER TO MAKE IT HAWAIIAN OR SAMOAN.

#meian shugo #meian x reader #meian smut #haikyuu #black jackals #commission #art commisions #drawing commisions #digital commisions

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years

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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 🥰

✨️Please reblog, like and/or comment to show support for my work ✨️

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universalistotalis · 2 years

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One Minute Girlfriend BONUS PART

This is a continuation of this story so ya gotta read this first 😙😙😙

“You know, you run fast.” Meian Shugo whispered randomly on one lazy Sunday afternoon.

“What?” You looked up at him, chin resting on his chest. You were both laying down on the bed, binging on some sci-fi series on Netflix.

His long, slender fingers played with your hair then caressed your back. “I wanted to ask for your name, because you knew mine, but I had no idea what yours was.”

“I’m sorry, what are we talking about?” You, now, balanced yourself on your elbows to get a good look at your husband.

“You forgot our first meeting?” He pouted, looking offended at your answer.

You chuckled then pecked his puckered lips. “You have to be certain, baby. I ran a lot of times.”

He snorted, rubbing his nose with yours. “You hide so well too. I couldn’t find you no matter how hard I tried. And when I finally did, you wanted to run away again.”

“Hey, for the record, you can be really intimidating.” You defended.

“That was me trying to know you.” He laughed, squeezing you tight. “I wanted to know you better, I didn’t know why but I was drawn to you in some way.”

“You were drawn to a girl who went out of the bathroom. How romantic.” You said sarcastically.

He rolled his eyes. “Stop ruining the moment. You married me anyway.”

You chuckled and lied down on his chest, squeezing your way into the crook of his neck. “I wanted to introduce myself too, you know. But I thought you wouldn’t really care. You’ve inspired me so much even when you were my idol so I was just really happy I could help you at that moment. I owe you a lot as well. Your love for the sport actually inspired me to love what I did for a living. Also, I didn’t want you thinking that I was taking advantage of you or anything.”

The room was filled with comfortable silence with your synchronized breathing disturbing the quiet. One thought occupied both of your minds and it was that you were both so thankful you found each other again.

“Damn, you really love me, don’t you?” He murmured against your hair.

That garnered him a slap on the arm. “Way to go ruin the moment too!”

“I couldn’t imagine a life without you anymore. Don’t wanna go back to when I didn’t have you.” He said then pulled you in for a deep kiss.

And holy damn, he really does love you too.

—

I have read so many fics of this man and I loved him to bits! But he’s always like a fuckboy or something so here, I present you, soft boi Meian Shugo. I’m a sucker for all softies, forgive me.

More stories soon! Hope you like this!

Reblogs and replies are appreciated 😉

Masterlist!!!

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lilsocksiswriting · 2 years

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Is It A Sex Thing?

Fandom: Haikyuu

Paring: Reader X Sakusa, Reader X Meian

Summary: After what you have dubbed 'The Sakusa Incident', Meian shows up on your doorstep to answer all the questions you have about vampires.

Warnings: Timeskip spoilers, no Beta, Dark Content, slight dub con, blood and biting.

Tags: lots a fantasizing, fingering, handjobs

Word Count: 5.3k

Masterlist || Chapter One

In the end, it was Sakusa who broke. He’s not like Bokuto, he didn’t have that kind of self-control.

Bokuto could whine, he could beg, he could stands there in the middle of the court staring longingly as you pass them to buy, imagine sinking his fangs into your soft flesh or something lewd about your thighs, but he would never act on his urges.

Sakusa however was already putting a plan into action. Just go about a practice like everything was fine. Mention ramen to Hinata loud enough for Bokuto to hear. Soon enough everyone was excited to go out for ramen and you couldn’t come because you were staying late. Of course Meian asks if you wanted him to grab you to go order before they can leave. Sakusa then falls a few steps behind pretending to check his bag and says something about forgetting his knee pads in the locker room which was conveniently attached to the clubhouse where your office was. It won’t take long to loop back and get them and the ramen shop was just a street over so he can catch up. No need for everyone to wait up fro him.

You were still in your office, getting ready for a meet and greet before a game next week. You don’t even hear Sakusa slip into your office. You nearly jump out of your skin when you turn around and from organizing some papers laid out on your desk. The wing spiker was nearly on top of you, just a few feet separate you two. You can’t place why but he’s looking on edge. But of course, he was. It was flu season and there were going to be a lot of fans there. Lots of hands to shake and hive five. Lots of gifts to receive and thank yous to give. It was an introverted nightmare.

“Sakusa! You could have literally given me a freaking heart attack.”

“I forgot my knee pads. But I saw that you were still here,” the prepared lie doesn't roll off his tongue as easily as he thought it would. At some point during the day you had thrown your hair up leaving your neck on full display.

Again, you chalk the tone up to him being fretful about the toll socializing takes on him right before a game. Which you were working on. It was why you were staying late. You were trying to push the meet’n’greet up so he and the rest of the team could rest a bit before the game.

“WellI’m glad you stopped by. I wanted to ….”

Whatever else you were saying Sakusa did not hear. He’s thinking of how you probably wouldn't be so glad to see him if you know why he was really here. He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be doing this. Sakusa knows that he should have told Meian that he was having a hard time with his urges. Once he made the plan this morning he had to follow through.He can never just leave things unfinished. And now here he is, in your office, all alone with you, control slipping little by little, and consequences of his actions seeming further and further away.

“Sakusa?” you wave a hand in front of his face. He catches your wrist in a grip that’s a little too tight for your comfort. He opens his mouth to say something, or maybe just to take in a deeper breath, and you see them.

‘He’s one of them.’

Two sets of fangs that could almost be mistaken for abnormally sharp canines if you wanted to try and be in denial of what is right there in front of you. You want to touch them. prick your finger and see how wild that drives someone who is usually so in control like Sakusa. But you don’t think that’s the best idea. The man already looks like he’s about to pounce

“Umm, Sakusa …I- “ you what? You were coming up blank with trying to think of a reason to be scared or uncomfortable. Yes, you were feeling these things but you don’t want Sakusa to back off.

He doesn’t respond, only acts. That’s all he can do because if he tries to speak right now Sakusa is afraid that will give away how he knows he shouldn’t be doing this. He steps forward once, twice until you bump against the edge of your desk. Sakusa grabs your other wrist and holds both of them against the edge of the desk effectively trapping you in place.

Sakusa leans forward, resting his face in the crook of his neck. You can feel the unsteady puffs of air as he breathes. All you can think is that he’s going to bite you and bleed you dry. That’s what vampires do right? You feel a chill run up your spine. The idea of going out like that should scare you and only scare you, but it excites you too.

“I can’t hold back any more y/n. I try and try but fuck,” Sakusa curses, something you don't usually hear from him and God does it sound downright sinful. His voice is tight, like he’s about to snap, but begging for permission to.

“Sakusa…” you try to say something, anything again. Feeling his uneven breaths against the pulse of your neck. “Sakusa, what are you going to do to me?”

‘What are you doing to me?’

You feel like you are watching Bokuto and Meian again. A familiar ache settling between your legs. Enamored by the fact that these men have fangs like in all the movies and books you read as a teenager. But this is not a book. This is real life. This is a man, creature? This is Sakusa who could very well kill you. But you can’t seem to accept that. Sakusa was your friend too and he would never do that.

“I’m going to bite into you,” He says like he’s finally accepting that for himself too.

Sakusa runs his tongue along your neck. You tense up while a moan slips from Sakusa and holy fuck does that sound just as good as him cursing.

Yup, you were done for. You are about to be preyed upon by a real vampire. And you know what? you might be fine with that? It was something that you had been dwelling on ever since you saw Meian rack his fangs along Bokuto’s neck as he desperately fucked his captains fist. You should be scared of them, revolted, tuning in your two weeks notice and running from the nearest church. But here you are craning your neck for Sakusa who is moaning more at the submissive act.

Sakusa doesn’t know rather be thankful or concerned that you are doing this. If you put up a fight, then maybe would have come to his senses. But you’re not and you taste so good already, and he’s already so close to having your blood on his tongue. Sakusa slips his hands down from your wrists to intertwine them with your fingers as he opens his mouth for the bite.

“Kiyomii.”

Fuck.

You and Sakusa both jump apart. When Sakusa turns his body to face the doorway where Meian’s stern voice came from, you see Atsumu, Bokuto, and Hinata standing behind him.

You swallow again. Meian looks pissed. The sort that makes his face dead calm. His stern eyes trained on Sakusa pinning him to his spot beside you.

You are suddenly aware of your breathing, rough and deep. Were you even breathing before? You focus on managing your breathing as you assess the situation. Meian had Sakusa just before he bit you. He had caught Sakusa about to bite you. Something you remember is strictly forbidding Bokuto to do.

“Meian I- “

“Don’t,” is all the captain has to say to shut Sakusa up.

Meian steps further into the room followed by the rest. Atsumu is the first to get to you. He wraps you up in a warm hug. His chest is like a wall between you and Sakusa that feels like cotton and smells like Irish spring.

“What do ya think yer doin’ Omi-omi? Forcing yourself on y/ like that.”

“Yea you could have seriously hurt her!” Hinata sounds a lot more worried than angry.

“I-I’m sorry,” Sakusa says, looking between you and Meian. “I know I should have told you I was having trouble controlling myself, but...”

“But you didn’t,” Meian finishes for him.

Sakusa looks like a dog with his tail tucked between his legs in shame. You had to say something. After all, this wasn’t all his fault. When you try to speak, the admission comes out of a mumble into the setter’s chest.

“What was that?” Atsume asks, losing his grip just a tad like he was giving you the space to speak up.

Everyone’s eyes are on you as you swallow your embarrassment and confess to a room of vampires, “I- I liked it. I liked it. I was going to let him. ”

There are a long few beats of silence. Was it that weird to get a little (A lot) turned on by the prospect of being bitten? Of course, it was. Right? You think back to Bokuto’s desires for you that went beyond biting. But what about the rest? Did they just see you as a mouth-watering meal they weren’t allowed to touch? Did Meian see you as that and only that?

“Wait, really?” Hinata asks, hopeful and practically bouncing on his feet.

You nod, beginning to feel a little bolder but before you can say anything else Meian speaks up again.

“I think it’s best if we give y/n some time to wrap her head around all of this.”

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And they did give you space. A little too much space. That very night after the Sakusa incident your boss called you to ask how you were feeling. Apparently, Meian had noticed you looked a little sick today. You tried to weasel your way out of it, too much work to do and all. But your boss wasn’t having it. Working while sick would only make things worse for yourself. And it wasn’t like taking a few days off would be the end all be all for the team. He assumes that will be something Tomas and Branes get up to.

You were now on day two of your sick days. Your second day just lounging at home in an oversized tee shirt and underwear, slowly going insane.

The group chat was silent. no matter how many times you texted it and no one, not even Meian, was answering your calls. You can’t wait to get back to work where no one, not even Meian, can ghost you. They would have to answer all your questions then. The questions that you had made a list of and printed out. Currently laying neatly on your desk in your home office.

As it turns out you never had to wait until you went back to work because the captain himself shows up on your doorstep with your favorite take out in hand. An apology, but one that you will not accept so quickly. Crossing your arms over your chest you do not move from the doorway to give him room to enter.

Instead you ask, “Do I need to invite you? Is that how it works?”

Meian rolls his eyes, “You know that’s not how it works.”

And you did. If that was true Atsumu would have to ask every time before barging into your office and Meian would have to ask to come in even though he had a spare key to your apartment in case of emergencies.

But you weren’t going to back down yet. “Well, I wouldn’t know since no one seems to want to answer me.”

“Which is why I am here on your doorstep, begging for forgiveness the best way I know how,” he holds up to bag .

“Food is the way to my heart,” You note as the facade of being angry with Meian begins to slip. It was a hard act to begin with. You could never be angry with the captain for too long. “But it won’t answer my questions.”

“Which is where I come in. I’m here to answer all of them.”

“All of them? I have listed you now .”

He scoffs, “Yea I figured. Probably typed in Times New Roman and double spaced.”

“You know me all too well. Get in here. We have a lot to catch up on.”

You wouldn’t tell Meian out right but you're relieved. The fear had been in the back of your mind all day. You were afraid that this kind of big revelation would change everything. But you and Meian sit on the sofa eating the takeout he brought over like it was any other night you two had dinner at your place. You two laughed and talked about nothing in particular between him answering each and every question on your list. The interrogation doesn't even feel like that. It felt like a normal conversation with him. The kind that made you smile and relax back into the sofa

The mood did shift when you came to the second to last question on your list, “So um, pretty obvious that you all, or most of you want to bite me…. among other things, but right now I want to know why you didn’t feel like you could tell me, “You try and leave it at that, but the rest of the words just came tumbling out with it. “I thought we were close like that, all of us, not just you and me. So….it just makes me feel like we aren’t? But I know that’s not true.”

Meian rubs the back of his neck sinking into the sofa and mirroring your position but stares up at the ceiling. “The thing is I wanted to tell you. I think that we all just feared how you’d react to it. That’s why I wanted to ease you into it and not have you find out in the literally worst way.”

“I wouldn’t say it was the worst way to get confirmation of what I already suspected to be true….” You say quietly but Meian ears pick up on it., but he tries not to look too hopeful by it.

“We were all just trying to be cautious. We didn’t know how you’d react to the existence of vampires.”

“Do you really think I would run for the hills?”

“It’s what Hajime Iwaizumi did when he found out Toru Okiawa was a vampire. They both fled Japan after that.”

“Why does that name sound familiar…. Doesn't he play Volleyball in San Juan?”

“Yes, he does. But staying on topic. We were all trying to be as cautious as possible because the last thing we want is to scare you or make you feel like you can’t trust us anymore. We all decided early on that above all else we wanted to keep the friendship we’ve made. We all want to feed on you, but not if that means making you in any way uncomfortable or scared of us.”

‘Feed on me. Biting me. Bokuto’s fat cock. Bokuto’s desperate pleading voice, Sakusa's desperate face, his tongue running along my neck. What is wrong with me? Meain is sitting here saying the most heartwarming stuff and I'm thinking about dick.’

“Y/N, stop spacing out on me.”

“Is it a sex thing?”

“What?”

“Feeding on people. Is it like a turn-on for vampires? I know you said that you have to have blood to live among humans, but well…you know what no. I bet you know since you all have super senses.”

Meian suppresses a smile because it is kinda cute when you get all huffy.

“When you were…’ taking care of’ Bokuto the other day you both seemed to not just wanna feed on me.”

Meian could tease you, make you tell him exactly what you mean. Describe in detail the way you saw him pleasuring Bokuto. But this wasn’t why he was here. He was here to answer all your questions and lay everything off the table then see how you wanted to move forward.

“It can be. Arousal changes the taste, makes the blood savory, and some vampires like that. It’s just rare to come by.”

“It is?” you feel your stomach drop a little. So maybe you were an odd one out.

“Yea, it’s not very arousing if it’s not fun for both parties.”

Ah, that made sense, and it makes you even more curious. You had stayed up late last night thinking about what it would be like to be fed upon while being fucked. If the others hadn’t found you and Sakusa in time. If he had bent you over your desk and continued to give in to his urges. If you had stepped out of your office that day. Helped Bokuto through the frenzy he had worked himself into with Meian’s large hands spreading you open. Or it could be just Meian. Just the man who you had been friends with since your university days. Who you knew before he became MSBY’s Iron Wall and captain. Meian sinking down between your legs and working you with his fingers and tongue. Praising you about how cute every little sound you make, amazed at how wet you are for him, and how good you taste after digging his fangs into the fat of your thigh.

“Y/n you’re spacing out again.”

“Right, sorry I was just thinking?”

“Care to share?”

“Can you try it on me? feeding that is, like you all want to?” there is a long moment of silence causing you to grow anxious and sputter out more words to fill it.” I just, well I’ve been curious, really curious about what it would feel like. And, like, I don’t wanna get your hopes up because you’re right; I won’t know if I like it or not until I actually try it. But I think I really would like it and I can’t think of anyone better to try it with. I trust you and I know that whatever the outcome it won’t change our friendship.”

Meian almost can’t believe what he’s hearing but he knows that he needs to say something because the longer he stays quiet the more anxious you will get.

“Really?”

“Umm, yea. But if it’s something that your aren’t ready- “

“Fuck no, i mean yes. I’m ready. Fuck you are amazing y/n”

“Alright so we’re doing this then?.”

“Yes,” Meian nods and gets up to try the couch offering a hand to you. “Though I don’t think that your living room couch is the right place for this.”

“Right, bedroom then?”

“Bedroom, '' he agrees.

Meian leads you to your bedroom and clicks the door shut behind you too. In the soft glow of your bedside lamp, he sees you as looking so soft and eager. Meian lays you down on your comforter, slipping a knee between your legs. He hovers above you just taking a moment to stare down at the sight just in case he won’t get to see you like this again.

“I’m going to take it slow ok. And you tell me if I need to stop.”

You didn’t know that by going slow Mien meant teasing the ever-living shit out of you, or at least that’s what it felt like. Meian starts at your neck, kissing and giving the nape of your neck kitten licks all while his fingers slip under the bottom on your tee shirt. His hand came to rest on your hip, thumb stroking the warm skin.

Your hips shift looking for some sort of friction from the thigh between your legs. Mercifully Meian presses his leg into you giving you something to grind against. Your moan is high pitched. You push your hips up grinding against him. This soon proves to be not enough, you need more. You can’t cum like this and by the looks of things Meian is going to continue to take his sweet time. Sure his mouth is getting sloppier and you’ve started to feel the light scrap of fangs against your neck , but nothing to indicate him actually going to bite you or giving you something more than a freaking knee to grind against.

“Meian,” Your voice gives away how you are on the verge of tears.

He pulls away from your neck to ask, “You want me to stop?”

You shake your head, “no!”

This earns a chuckle from the vampire that you feel rumble in his chest. “That’s what I thought. Fuck you’ve soaked through my pants.”

“I what-“Before you can get the rest of the question out, Meian shows you. He pulls his knee away just enough to feel the cool air of your room against the wet patch in your underwear. Oh, holy fuck. Have you ever been this wet? How could you just be gushing down there from some sloppy hickies and a well placed me?

“Meian, please. I can’t take the teasing anymore.”

“I’m not teasing, I told you I’m going slow."

“Yeah well it feels like you are teasing me and you’re going to make me cry.”

You knew he hated to see you cry. You feel him smirk against your skin. Meian hated to see you cry right? That being said he never saw you cry in frustration because you weren’t getting off.

“I don’t know. I kind of like the way your voice sounds. All wobbly and tight. So exasperated because you can’t get yourself off,” Meian’s voice is low which doesn’t help but to make the ache between your legs worse.

“Meian pleaaase,” Your hand fists the cotton of his shirt. You try to pull him closer but he stays put. “Please I need more.”

“Fuck, it’s so good to hear you beg like that y/n. Can I touch you?”

“Yesyesyes.”

You arch into Meian's touch as pulls aside your underwear and pushes his fingers between your slick folds. Meian lets out a shaky breath against your neck. You are downright irresistible. Maybe he should have given everyone a little more credit. It's driving him crazy to have you under him writhing and moaning as he plays with your clit. To have you begging him for more.

Meian’s fingers take on a pattern. The smooth circles across your clit that makes you see stars. It’s slow, but you can feel your orgasm building. You can feel yourself getting lost in the pleasures that just mounting and mounting. Making your head fuzzy and body tinglingly and light. This was far better than anything you could imagine. Mostly because for as long as you stayed up trying to get yourself off to all those imaginary scenarios you could never reach fruition.

“Can I bite you know?” Meian’s voice sounds rushed and breathless.

“Yes, please. Wanna know…” You swallow thickly, “Wanna know what’s like.”

And Meian did too. He wanted to know how you really taste. He wanted to feel your body come undone under him. He needs to know if you find pleasure and enjoyment in being fed on just as much as he does.

Feeling the graze of his fangs your toes curl but your body doesn’t tense. Your body was ready for this, excited for it even. You pull on Meian’s shirt again to pull him closer. Craning your neck to the side to give him more room.

The vampire wonders if you know how rare it is to find someone like you. How lucky he was. How lucky the rest of the vampires on the MSBY team are. To have such a hard-working manager who would be their human. Who’s excited and so eager to give them the kind of blood they all crave.

Meian speeds up the way his finger is moving over your clit making you blood pump faster.

“Meian, of fuck. M’gonna cum, gonna cum. Meain,” you warn a mounting voice

The moment that Meian sinks his fangs into your neck the world stills into what feels like an endless moment. It hurts. There is a pain that you can only describe sharp and burning. But it’s good. Fuck does it feels good. It’s the pain in your neck that pushes you over the edge. Meian continues working your body through orgasm. Your head is swimming as he takes from you while continues to move his finger against your clit. But you can still hear his own moans rumbling against your neck. Like he’s biting into a five-course meal.

It’s not until your orgasm fully leaves your body that Meian’s unlatches himself from your neck. You blink slowly coming back to reality. Meian hovers above you, hands no longer on you, He was staring down at you. Lips parted as he catches his breath. You note how you can still see his fangs and the smear of your own blood on the corner of his mouth. He doesn’t look as happy as you thought he would having finally been able to taste what he's been craving for so long.

“Y/n?” His voice mimics the worried expression.

“Holy fuck. I hate you. How dare you keep such a mind-blowing thing from me. That was-wow. I can’t believe I came so much. I feel so good right now Meian”

Meian finally cracks a smile and helps you sit up. He leans against the headboard and pulls you into his lap, you relax into his hold and let him lick at the spot on your neck where he bit you so he can help it heal over faster. How did he explain it earlier? Your head still a little muddles but you think it was something about healing the skin fastor?

“You didn’t take much”

He hums,” I told you we don’t”

“Yea but I thought it’s more than a few gulps.”

“It’ll feel like a lot more than a few gulps when it’s five of us feeding on you,” Meian warns but then resizes what he's said and quickly adds,” That is if you want to. You don’t have to”

“Oh no, I want to. We might have to make a feeding schedule, but I think being-how did you phrase it?”

“You’ll be our human.”

‘Our human.’ Yes, you liked the sound of that.

“Right, your human. It will be nice, but, “ you wiggle out of Meian's loose grasp and make yourself room between his thighs then point to the bulge still present in his pants. “This won’t do. I get you get good food out of this, but I don’t think it’s fair. After all, didn’t you just say a while ago it’s not really a good meal if both parties aren’t having fun? And that doesn’t look fun. It looks painful.”

It was. His dick had been straining against his pants since he began to feel you soaking through them and he hasn’t been able to make it go away.

“You don’t have to sound like you're scolding me.”

You cross your arms over your chest and double down on the tone. “I am scolding you. But I also want to know if you want a hand with it.”

“I would very much love you to help with my hard-on.”

“Then come on, shimmy shimmy,” you gave a little wiggle then lean over him to your bedside table and pull out a small bottle of lube from the dresser drawer. Given what just transpired you don't; feel at all ashamed if Meian catches a glimpse of the small collection of vibrators you keep in there along with a few condoms.

Meian did as he was told. He Unbuttons his pants then lifts his hips to push them down enough for his cock to spring free. He lets out a sign of relief with it finally being freed. You settle yourself back between his thighs, making sure he’s comfortable too, then pop open the cap and pour a generous dollop of the lube into the palm of your hand. Meian sucks in a breath between between his teeth, the lubes makes your hand cool but fuck does it feel amazing when when you wrap your hand around the base.

You give one experimental stroke from the base to the tip to spread the lube. You bite the bottom of your lip and continue the slow strokes, getting used to the feel of his cock in your loose fist. He’s big. There is no denying that, but you have a sinking feeling Bokuto's bigger than he is.By taking your time you can feel when he cock twitches or the way he tense like he’s trying not to buck his hips into your hand.

How long had he thought of this? How many times had he thought your hands working him like this? In all the times that he thought about you pleasuring him he never could quite imagine what your face would look like. But he can now. You’re looking down at his erection with a slight look of bewilderment, biting your bottom lip , taking your sweet time and enjoying it.

“it’s…. Weightier than I thought it would be.”

“Yea? Fuuuck , y/n I’m not going to last long like this.

You crack a crooked smile and look up to his face. He really did look like he was just about ready to cum. “But I've barely started.”

“You’re just doing such a good job, I've just been dreaming about this for so long baby- “His voice cracks off into a moan and he tilts his head back.

“Nu-uh, I wanna see your face when I make yon cum Meian,” You order softly.

The vampire obediently dips his head to face you again. In return, you speed up the pace of your hand and apply a little more pressure. Meian opens his mouth like he wants to say something, mabey more praise, but all that comes trembling out is a moan. You were going to like Meian like this. You’re loving the way his pupils are blown wide and the only one that seems to be able to focus is you. He literally looks like his mind is blank, drunk on the pleasure you are making the usually, a cool and calm captain is not even able to form a coherent thought, and just because you give him a handy?

“y/n.”

“Hmm?” you humm continues to study his face while you stroke him.

“I’m cumming,” you feel his dick twitch in your hand again, “fuck, I’m cumming baby.”

Just like Meian ,had you worked him through his orgasm. Not stopping until you’re sure you’ve milked him dry. Your hand is left covered in cum. A small laugh of disbelief sputters past your lips.

“I’m going to go grab us some wipes for us. I wasn’t expecting that much cum.”

You come back with a small pack of wet wipes and a hand that’s now clean. You pass the pack to the Meian setting, “for the lubey dick.”

“Please don’t call it that.”

You shrug, “it is what it is.

You crawl back onto bed. “So, I have one more question.”

It was the last question on your list.

“Yea?”

“What are you going to do to Sakusa? Or have you done anything yet?”

Tucking himself back into his pants and fixing them Meian returns to leading against the headboard of your bed. “I haven’t apprehended him yet of your asking and I’m not quite sure really.”

You perk up a bit. “So, you’re open to suggestions?”

“Oh, you have an idea for a proper punishment?”

“And a nice little surprise to let the rest know they now have a human,” you add.

“So, what scheme do you have cooking in that head?”

You make yourself comfortable, snuggling up to Meian as he throws an arm around your shoulder and tucks you into his side.” I'm so glad you asked.”

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shcyc · 2 years

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meian shūgo is the type to catch you reading smut and re-enacts them with you

#fulfilling all your nasty fantasies yeah #/ lan!#haikyuu #haikyuu smut #timeskip haikyuu #msby #msby smut #meian smut #meian shugo

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sunarinsgloryhole · 10 months

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SUNA RINTAROU SMUT ft. Shugo Meian

Theme: exes to lovers

WARNINGS: MDNI!!!!! sexual themes (pretty much pure smut), breeding kink, chose Meian solely for his volleyball position and body, I honestly dont remember much about him (I’m sorry), exhibitionism? Chuck holding?? Idk tbh, not really proof read, this took me forever to get through and it was too long for me go through everything thoroughly, originally was using third person then switched to reader pov so sorry if I missed any corrections, kinda toxic, fem!reader ending is fluffy, I’m probably forgetting a lot, I have never written a fan fic before, this was the result of a manic episode, may never have the ability to do this again

wc:8039

THANKS ENJOYY

Hot air and loud music surrounded me as I walked into the large house party being thrown by one of my friends.

I walked around the house, making the rounds to greet my friends after agreeing to meet back up with my date in the living room after ten minutes.

I walked outside where people were swimming in the pool in the middle of the years before finally spotting one of my friends on the other side.

I was about to greet my friend when someone wrapped a hand around my waist, stopping me in my tracks, before whispering, "Didn't know you were coming here as well, princess."

“Suna.” I said turning around to face the boy with his arm around my waist. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

Suna, with a smirk on his face, looked down at me with his grayish-yellow eyes. "Well, surprises happen, don't they?" he replied, tightening his grip around my waist. His touch was possessive and demanding.

I tried to play it cool, maintaining a blank face of disinterest despite his sudden appearance. "Shouldn't you be off somewhere, causing trouble?" I retorted, trying to brush off his presence. But secretly, I couldn't deny the rush of excitement that coursed through my veins.

Suna chuckled, leaning in closer, his lips hovering dangerously close to my ear. "Oh, believe me, princess, causing trouble is exactly what I plan to do tonight. And you might just be my favorite target," he whispered, his voice dripping with mischief.

“Too bad I came here with a date” I smirked at him. “I should really go find him by the way”

Suna's lip turned into a sneer, his eyes turning dark with a hint of annoyance. "Is that so?" he replied, his tone of voice oozing with jealousy. "Well, then, by all means, go find your date. But I hope you know I’ll be following right behind you."

Suna finally let go of my waist, allowing me to walk away. I could feel him watching me intently, a challenge evident in his gaze. "I'll be watching, princess. Don't make me wait too long," he added, his voice laced with a hint of possessiveness.

As I walked away, I could feel Suna's eyes following my every move, the intensity of his gaze burning into my skin. The game had begun, and neither of you would back down easily.

Spying my date not too far away, I reapproached him. Truth be told I had known Suna would be here, it was the only reason I'd brought someone. and I'd chosen exactly the type of guy Suna hated. the type of guy he’d get on my case about and threaten; sometimes even going as far as beating up just for talking to me while Suna and I were dating.

As I walked up to my date, I noticed Suna's eyes following me. His gaze was intense, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of making him jealous.

A few moments later Suna was making his own way towards where I stood with the man I came here with.

My date was a tall, muscular man with a confident smile on his face. He wrapped his arm around my waist, signaling his own possessiveness. "Hey there, gorgeous," he greeted me, his voice filled with self-assured charm.

I played along, leaning into his touch. "Hey," I replied, feigning casualness. "This is my date, Shugo Meian. Meian, this is my ex, Suna."

Meian extended his hand towards Suna, clearly unfazed by his presence. "Nice to meet you," he said nonchalantly, maintaining a relaxed demeanor. "Hope we don't have any problems here." It was a subtle dig, a not-so-subtle challenge directed towards Suna.

Suna's eyes narrowed, turning cold. "Likewise," he spit out shortly, but I could see in his eyes that he was irritated. He knew exactly what Meian represented – the type of guy he despised, the one who seemed to have what Suna believed was rightfully his. But rather than lose his composure, Suna decided to play it cool… for now.

I felt up and down Meian’s arm “wow Meian, you’ve been hitting the gym lately haven’t you? I can tell”

Meian chuckled and flexed his bicep, allowing me to run my hand along his toned arm. "You noticed, huh? Yeah, been putting in some extra hours at the gym," he replied, a smug look crossing his face. He was clearly reveling in the attention and the opportunity to flaunt his physique in front of Suna.

Suna's jaw clenched, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. He took a step closer, his eyes fixed on your hand still lingering on Meian’s arm. "You're quite bold, aren't you?" he remarked, his voice laced with a mixture of irritation and possessiveness. "Didn't take you for the type to go for the muscle heads."

I smirked, keeping a level head even though a wave of excitement rushed through me. "People change, Suna. Don't make assumptions," I retorted, my voice dripping with confidence. "Besides, it's not like it's any of your business."

Suna's eyes narrowed, a flash of something primal flashing in his gaze. He took another step closer, invading your personal space, his voice low and dangerous. "Everything about you is my business," he whispered, his hot breath ghosting against my ear.

Pretending I hadn’t heard what Suna had just said, I plastered on a big smile. “I’m so glad the two of you are getting along so well! You guys keep talking, I'm going to go make myself a drink.” completely ignoring Suna and turning to Meian with big innocent eyes I smiled at him. “Meian, do you want me to get you anything?”

I could feel Suna's frustration simmering beneath the surface as I intentionally played ignorant of his words. My smile and eyes widening innocently as I spoke to Meian had been a calculated move to stoke Suna's jealousy further.

Meian grinned back at me, clearly enjoying the attention. He leaned in, speaking softly so that only I could hear. "Surprise me, babe. Anything you bring me will be perfect," he replied, his voice filled with confidence.

I nodded, turning to leave with a sly smirk on my face. As I walked away, I stole a quick glance at Suna. His jaw was clenched tightly, his gaze fixed on Meian. The sight of his visible frustration made the anticipation build inside me.

Making my way to the kitchen, I couldn't help but revel in the power play unfolding. I were determined to push Suna's buttons and make him succumb to his possessiveness and jealousy. The night was far from over, and I was ready to take on the challenge.

I made the drinks before returning to Suna and Meian, handing Meian his drink with a lingering kiss on the cheek, hoping to ignite further jealousy within Suna.

Then I turned to Suna with fake innocence. “Oh my gosh, Suna, I am so sorry. I totally forgot to ask if you wanted anything.”

Suna's jaw clenched even tighter, the frustration and possessiveness emanating from him in waves. He glared at you, his eyes full of both longing and irritation. "No worries," he replied curtly, his voice laced with a hint of jealousy.

I grabbed Meian's hand, intertwining my fingers with his. I could feel Suna's eyes burning into me, his possessive nature pushed to its limits. The game was in full swing, and there was no turning back now.

“So, Suna.” Every time I spoke his last name I put an emphasis on it to remind him I no longer called him Rin, or Rintarou like I used to. “What have you been up to since we broke up?”

Suna's lips tightened as I emphasized his last name, a subtle reminder that things were different now. His eyes flickered with a mix of frustration and longing as he glanced at me, his voice tinged with a hint of bitterness.

"Oh, you know, the usual," he replied, his tone casual as he tried to maintain his composure. "Working, training, going out with friends—living my life." His words seemed nonchalant, but I could detect a trace of something deeper, a wounded pride perhaps.

I leaned in, mischief dancing in my eyes, ready to push his buttons even further. "Living your life, huh? That's interesting," I remarked, my voice laced with a teasing undertone. "So, any lucky ladies catching your attention lately? Or are you too busy reminiscing about what we used to have?"

A muscle twitched in Suna's jaw, his eyes narrowing. He took a step closer, his voice low and seething with a mix of jealousy and possessiveness. "Are you trying to make me jealous, princess? Because if you are, trust me, it won't work."

I grinned, unyielding in my determination to provoke him. "Oh, I don't need to try, Suna. You're already jealous. I can see it in your eyes." My words hung in the air, charged with a delicious tension. The battle for dominance between you two had escalated, and it was clear that neither of you was backing down.

“Oh my gosh, Meian, isn’t that your volleyball teammate?” I said pointing at a tall guy across the room “you should go talk to him. I need to use the powder room and catch up with some of my girl friends anyways.” I gave him a kiss on the cheek before walking towards the upstairs bathroom.

As I pointed the tall guy on Meian's volleyball team, you couldn't help but notice the flicker of annoyance in Suna's eyes. It was the perfect opportunity to stoke the flames of jealousy even further. I gave Meian a quick kiss on the cheek, bidding him farewell, before making my way towards the upstairs bathroom.

Once I was out of sight, I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. The plan was working perfectly. Suna's possessiveness and jealousy were laid bare, and Iwere relishing every moment of it. As I reached the bathroom, I closed the door behind me, taking a moment to collect myself.

In front of the mirror, I took a deep breath, a wicked grin spreading across my face. This was the moment to push Suna's buttons to the extreme. I knew he would follow me, and I was ready to play my next move.

With renewed confidence, I exited the bathroom, heading towards the secluded balcony at the back of the house. It was the perfect spot for a private encounter, away from prying eyes. As I stepped outside, the night air brushed against my skin, heightening my anticipation. I leaned against the railings, waiting for Suna to find me, ready to take on whatever came next.

I was barely out there for a minute before I heard the door to the balcony open.

I could feel the weight of Suna's presence before I even saw him. The anger, jealousy, and possessiveness radiated off him, enveloping the space between us.

I turned around, a smile on my face as I locked eyes with Suna. "What are you doing out here," I asked, my voice teased. "Couldn't resist following me?"

Suna's jaw clenched, his eyes blazing with a mix of frustration and desire. "I told you, princess, your games won't work on me," he retorted, his voice low with a hint of warning.

I approached him confidently, closing the distance between us. The heat of his body met mine as we stood inches apart, my eyes locked in an intense gaze. "Are you sure about that? Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you're jealous." I retorted, my voice a mixture of challenge and seduction.

Suna growled softly, his eyes flickering with desire. Without warning, he pulled you into his arms, his grip possessive and firm. "You have no idea what you do to me," he whispered, his voice husky with raw desire. "But remember, princess, I don't play nice. If we do this, there's no going back."

A thrill ran through my body as Suna's words resonated with my own desires. I tilted my head up, meeting his gaze with a sly grin. "I wouldn't want it any other way," I replied, my voice filled with anticipation.

“So what’re you gonna do Rintarou?” For the first time since before our breakup I used his first name. “You could try fucking me, and I’d probably let you. But sex is just sex. it doesn’t necessarily mean i’ll get back together with you.” I laughed at him.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I should find my date before he worries about where I am.” I pushed to walk past suna back into the house, but he grabbed my arm, preventing me from leaving him.

As I used Suna's first name, a flicker of surprise flashed across his face, instantly followed by a wave of conflicting emotions. He listened to my provocative words, his expression a mixture of desire, frustration, and a hint of uncertainty. But as I pushed his buttons, teasing and challenging him, he clung onto a thin veil of control.

The moment I mentioned the possibility of us sleeping together, Suna's grip on me tightened, his fingers digging into my arm. His eyes held a mixture of anger and longing, his voice laced with a rough edge. "You think you can toy with me, princess? You think I'm not capable of doing what it takes?" he retorted, his words tinged with a growl.

I held his gaze, my expression serious, searching for any hint of vulnerability beneath his hardened exterior. But as I laughed, the tension easing momentarily, he still clung onto me, not allowing me to leave.

"Excuse me, Suna," I said, my voice carrying a firmness that juxtaposed my teasing tone from earlier. "I need to find my date. Let go."

Suna's eyes bore into mine, his grip unyielding. "I can't let you go, not when you're playing these games with me," he murmured, his voice a mixture of possessiveness and desperation. "I still want you, princess. And I won't let you slip away that easily."

Caught in his grip, I knew that Suna's possessiveness had reached a boiling point. The lines between desire, jealousy, and desperation blurred.

“Oh yeah? then how are you going to get me to stay?”

Suna's grip on my arm tightened even more, his eyes burning with intensity as he contemplated my question. A mixture of determination and frustration flickered across his features as he spoke, his voice low and filled with a possessive edge.

"I'll make you see what you're missing. I'll show you how much you still crave me, how you can't resist what we had," he replied, his voice filled with a smug confidence. "I'll make you forget about anyone else, erase their existence from your mind."

His words sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through my veins. Suna's possessiveness was palpable, and it sent both warning bells and a thrill of anticipation ringing through me.

I kept your gaze locked with his, a smirk tugging at the corners of my lips. "Is that so? Well, Suna, you better be ready to back up those words," I countered, my voice filled with challenge. "Because I won't be an easy conquest. You'll have to work hard to make me stay."

Suna's grip loosened slightly, his eyes searching mine for a moment. Then, a determined glint crossed his gaze as he released his hold on you. "Challenge accepted," he replied, his voice husky with desire. "Don't underestimate me, princess. You won't be able to resist the pull for long."

With that, he took a step back, gesturing for me to go ahead. The game was far from over, but the intensity between us had reached a new level. As I turned and walked away, a mixture of apprehension and curiosity filled my mind. What would Suna do to make me stay?

Suna stood facing out from the balcony as I entered back into the house. Before I stepped back into the party I stopped; reaching under my incredibly short dress and slipping my panties off, leaving them on the floor. I knew suna would find them when he came back inside. I smirked to myself then straightened up and opened the door, returning to the party and finding my date.

As I entered back into the bustling party, a mischievous grin played on my lips. I knew exactly what I was doing - leaving my panties behind for Suna to find, a tantalizing reminder of the connection that still remained between the two of us.

With each step I took, I could almost imagine Suna's reaction when he discovered the lacy panties lying on the floor. It was a clear invitation, a subtle challenge that would only fuel his desire and possessiveness further.

My heart raced with a mix of excitement and apprehension as I made my way back into the crowd. My senses were heightened, aware of the eyes that followed me, the whispers that hung in the air. But I kept my composure, maintaining a confident stride as I searched for my date.

Finally, I locked eyes with him, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. There was a spark of anticipation in his eyes, a knowing glint that hinted at the delightful evening that lay ahead. As I approached him, my body resonated with the thrill of the game you were playing with Suna, a game that had just reached a whole new level.

The night was far from over, and I was ready to embrace every sinfully thrilling moment that awaited. The dance of jealousy, desire, and dominance was only just beginning, and I was at the center of it all, relishing in the pleasure it offered.

As I saw Suna re-enter the party, I waited until his eyes found me before getting close to Meian and whispering so only he could hear, but positioned so that Suna could read my lips. “Let’s make out. I’m not wearing any panties.”

As my whispered words reached Meian’s ears, a flicker of surprise and interest danced across his face. He couldn't help but be tempted, the lure of indulging in a passionate encounter. A mischievous smirk spread across his lips, his eyes filled with anticipation.

Without hesitation, Meian allowed me to pull him to a secluded corner of the house, still within the confines of the party.

Although the two of us were discreet, I positioned us so that Suna could easily catch glimpses of our interaction and read my lips.

As we finally reached the corner, the excitement and tension in the air grew. Our bodies pressed together, lips crashing against each other hungrily. The heat between us intensified, fueled by the knowledge that Suna was watching, unable to tear his eyes away.

Our hands roamed each other's bodies, his fingers tangling in my hair as mine trailed down his toned back, drawing him even closer. Soft moans and sighs intermingled, adding desire to the already charged atmosphere.

Even though the room was full of other people, the world seemed to fade away as I lost myself in the moment. Every touch, every caress, was proof of the connection that still existed between Suna and I, showcasing how far we were willing to go to ignite that spark once again.

The boundaries of the game were getting blurrier, and the exhilaration of the night surged through my veins. As I continued your passionate rendezvous with Meian, the connection between Suna and me became undeniable, an invisible thread tying the three of us together in a web of desire, jealousy, and unspoken longing.

“I’m so wet. Touch me.” I whispered in Meian’s ear, his body was shielding me so no one would see or even be aware of him fingering my pussy and rubbing my clit, but Suna would know, especially when my mouth formed an o and my head fell back slightly before reconnecting my lips with Meian’s.

Meian’s fingers skillfully explored the depths of my wetness, sliding along my folds and circling my sensitive bud. I couldn't help but let out a stifled moan against his lips, the pleasure coursing through me.

Through the haze of desire, I was highly aware of Suna's eyes. The knowledge that he was witnessing this intimate encounter only added fuel to the fire, intensifying the pleasure.

The mingling of lips and breaths with Meian became more desperate, reflecting the passion and lust that pulsed between us.

With Meian’s fingers deep inside me, I looked over his shoulder and locked eyes with Suna.

A smile played on my lips. I maintained eye contact with Suna. I had expected this to anger him, and it did. I expected anger and jealousy to consume him, but what followed surpassed my expectations.

With a furious intensity, Suna stormed towards Meian and me, his eyes ablaze with possessiveness and anger. In one swift motion, he forcefully pulled Meian away from me, asserting his dominance and making his intentions clear. The sudden aggression sent a jolt of adrenaline through my veins, mingling with the lingering desire still inside of me.

Without uttering a single word, Suna took my hand and dragged upstairs, his grip tight and unyielding. His steps were purposeful, his jaw clenched with barely suppressed frustration.

As we ascended the stairs, the tension between us remained palpable. The desire and intensity that had begun to unravel downstairs now reached its boiling point, threatening to consume both of us.

The sound of a closing door filled the air as Suna led me into a bedroom, the atmosphere heavy with a mixture of lust and unspoken emotions. Once inside, he turned to face me, his eyes boring into mine, his grip still firm on my hand.

"I won't allow you to toy with me like this," he growled, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "You're mine, and I'll make sure you never forget it."

As the words hung in the air, the sense of both danger and desire escalated, leaving no doubt of the escalating intensity that awaited behind closed doors.

“Oh yeah?” I laughed condescendingly. “And how are you going to do that?”

Suna's eyes narrowed, his expression hardening as the possessiveness, desire, and frustration surged through him.

With a sudden surge of dominance, Suna closed the distance between the two of us, his hand gripping my chin firmly as he forced me to maintain eye contact. His voice, low and laced with a mix of anger and anticipation, cut through the air.

"Oh, sweetheart," he growled, his voice filled with an edge of determination. "You have no idea what I'm capable of. I'll show you just how possessive I can be. You want to play games? Fine. But be prepared to face the consequences when I put a baby in you."

His grip tightened slightly, the pressure on my chin both a physical and metaphorical reminder of his control. I could feel the intensity radiating from him, his body pressed against mine, overwhelming me with his presence.

In that moment, the thrill of the forbidden, the electrifying dance of dominance and submission, hung heavy in the air. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Suna would not hold back, that he would push me to my limits and beyond.

As his grip remained unyielding, my heart raced with a mixture of trepidation and arousal. The game had entered a new phase, delving into deeper desires, darker passions, and the perilous dance between attraction and power. It was a precipice that carved a path towards pleasures untold, leaving both of us teetering on the edge of a world filled with raw intensity and uninhibited desire.

As Suna's hold on me tightened, a dark determination flickered in his eyes, a primal possessiveness taking over. With a swift, forceful motion, he ripped my clothes off my body, leaving me exposed and vulnerable before him.

The aggression in his actions sent a shiver of both fear and excitement down my spine. Suna's intentions were clear, his desire to claim me and leave his mark undeniable. The raw intensity that emanated from him sent a surge of primal desire coursing through my veins.

Without a word, Suna pushed me aggressively backward onto the bed, his strength overpowering as he positioned himself confidently between my spread legs. The dominance in his demeanor was unmistakable, his gaze hungry as he looked down at me.

His hands, rough and possessive, roamed my body with an almost bruising pressure - a testament to the lust and passion that consumed him. Fingers trailed across my skin, leaving fire in their wake as he explored every inch of me.

As Suna positioned himself at my entrance, the anticipation grew almost unbearable. There was no doubt that he was determined to fill me with his cum, to claim me in the most primal way possible.

The moment he entered me, a mix of pleasure and pain cascaded through my body, the intensity overwhelming. He thrust into me with a roughness that left me breathless, his movements unrestrained and forceful. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, mixing with ragged breaths and low moans.

In this moment, the world narrowed down to the delicious ache between our bodies, the raw desire coursing through us both. Suna, driven by possessiveness and a primal need to dominate, pushed me to the edge, determined to leave his mark on me in a way that would linger long after this passionate encounter.

As the intensity grew, the boundaries between pleasure and pain blurred, melding together in a whirlwind of sensations. The room became a symphony of gasps, moans, and whispered affirmations that affirmed our connection, our shared desire, and the depths of our intertwined ecstasies.

With every powerful thrust, Suna's resolve to breed me harshly grew stronger, his determination pushing him towards the climax that awaited. The world around us faded away, replaced by the all-consuming heat and need that defined this moment, becoming a testament to the unhinged desires that surged through our veins.

The intensity of the moment lingered in the air as I gasped for breath, my body trembling with the force of my orgasm. Suna's powerful thrusts had driven me beyond the heights of pleasure, and as my body convulsed in ecstasy, my senses were heightened to every sensation.

Just as I was about to catch my breath and regain my composure, I announced I was going to use the bathroom. But Suna had other plans. With a harsh and dominant force, he pushed me back down onto the bed, denying my attempt to leave his presence.

As his fingers delved back inside of me, he collected the evidence of his arousal that had leaked out, pushing it forcefully back inside my body. My breath hitched at the mix of pleasure and slight discomfort.

With a possessive grip, he withdrew his fingers and brought them to my lips, smearing his cum over my mouth, marking me in a way that was both intoxicating and provocative. The taste of him on my tongue ignited a fire within you.

Suna's voice, low and commanding, echoed in the room. “We’re far from being done, and I’m going to continue to fill you with my seed until there’s no doubt my baby is inside of you.”

The words hung heavy in the air, a mix of dominance, possessiveness, and an unhinged desire that sent a shiver down my spine.

The game had shifted into an abyss of raw passion and unleashed desires. Suna's resolve was unwavering, his primal instincts driving him to claim me, to impregnate me with an intensity that bordered on obsession.

As he positioned himself once again, ready to assault my senses with another round of pleasure and dominance, I couldn't help but be both overwhelmed and exhilarated. The boundaries of pleasure and pain blurred, consumed by the undeniable connection and magnetic pull between Suna and me.

I surrendered myself to the darkness that awaited, eager to be consumed by the relentless waves of pleasure, domination, and the intoxicating certainty of what lay in store.

“God, I'd forgotten how good your cock felt Rin. do me a favor and fill me up again?”

My words, laced with desire and an undeniable familiarity, seemed to fuel the fire within Suna even more. As I expressed my longing for him to fill me up once again, he wasted no time responding to my plea.

In a swift motion, Suna was on top of me again, his body pressing against mine with an intensity that left no room for doubt. With each thrust, the pleasure and fulfillment washed over me, the familiar sensation of his cock plunging deep within me rekindling a connection that lay dormant for far too long.

In our state we were unaware that Meian had followed our trail, his curiosity and longing getting the better of him. As he approached the room we were in from outside, he could hear the sounds of heavy breathing and moans.

A mix of emotions flooded through Meian as he listened, jealousy and longing warring within him. The reality of seeing me and Suna in the throes of passion proved to be both tormenting and tempting.

We didn’t realize the explosive collision that was about to occur. The door creaked open, revealing Meian standing on the threshold, his eyes wide with shock and a myriad of emotions playing across his face. Caught in the whirlwind of desire, Suna and I froze momentarily, our connections and desires now laid bare before Meian's unexpected intrusion.

In that moment, the game took an unexpected turn, and the air became charged with an electric tension. The choices before me became clear - to continue down this path of undeniable passion or to confront the consequences of this seemingly inevitable revelation.

Meian stood at the door, watching us. “Dont let me stop you” he said in a cocky tone, walking into the room and pulling up a chair on the side of the bed next to us, sitting down and undoing his pants “I want to see if you could possibly make her cum as hard as I could.” He challenged Suna.

As Meain's words hung in the air, the room filled with a mix of tension, desire, and an unspoken challenge. Suna and I shared a glance, a silent agreement passing between us. The lines between pleasure, curiosity, and the forbidden blurred, and a newfound sense of liberation overcame us.

With a smug grin, Suna accepted Meian's challenge, his competitive nature fueling his desire to prove himself. He moved with purpose, intensifying his grip on my hips as he continued to thrust into me. A wave of pleasure washed over me, the sensation heightened by the presence of Meian watching intently.

Meian, not willing to be outdone, began to stroke himself, inviting the opportunity to showcase his own prowess. The room hummed with an erotic energy as he watched intently, his eyes locked on my writhing form beneath Suna's dominant hold.

The air became filled with moans, gasps, and the sound of bodies coming together, each thrust pushing me closer to the precipice of ultimate pleasure. Suna's determination to elicit a response from me, to make me cum as hard as Meian, fueled the intensity of the moment.

As the three of us became entangled in an erotic dance of desire and competition, my senses sharpened, and every touch, every breath, became amplified. The pleasure that coursed through me was heightened by the presence of two men vying for my ecstasy.

The room was bathed in a haze of lust, the clashing of desires igniting a fire that threatened to consume all of us. The question of who could make me cum harder hung in the air, pushing the boundaries of pleasure and challenging the limits of my own satisfaction.

In this intoxicating moment, the lines between lovers, rivals, and shared desires blurred, leaving me on the edge of a powerful release that promised to be both consuming and unforgettable.

The room was filled with the echoes of your moans as the waves of pleasure crashed over you, leaving you breathless and wanting for more. Suna's smug satisfaction was palpable as he pulled out of you, savoring the dominance he had asserted over the situation.

Meian, fueled by a mix of desire and competitiveness, stood before Suna, voicing his own desire to bring you to new heights of pleasure. “It only seems fair I get to make her cum now.”

Suna's possessiveness flared, a flash of jealousy crossing his features as he blocked Meian's path, his words laced with a venomous edge. “And risk her getting pregnant with your baby? No. I'm the only one putting a baby in her.”

The tension between them thickened as they exchanged heated words, power dynamics shifting and merging into an unspoken standoff. In a moment of compromise, Meian proposed an alternative. “Fine. then let me eat her out. I can make her cum harder with my mouth than you can with your cock. Unless, you’re scared that I can make her cum harder than you just made her.”

Suna's face contorted with conflicting emotions, but his competitive nature ultimately won. With a smoldering gaze, he reluctantly stepped aside, allowing Meian to approach me. The room brimmed with an electrifying energy as Meian positioned himself between my legs, his tongue teasingly flicking against his lips.

A mix of anticipation and trepidation surged through me as Meian's lips descended upon my sensitive folds. With each gentle, yet deliberate stroke of his tongue, he sent shocks of pleasure coursing through my body, a testament to his own skill.

As his tongue danced across my most intimate places, my body responded eagerly. The pressure built within me, teetering on the brink of an explosive release. Meian’s determination to prove himself fueled his every movement, his hands intertwining with Suna's possessively gripping my thighs, ensuring his mark on my pleasure.

Suna's eyes blazed with a mix of arousal and jealousy as he watched Meian working diligently, his own arousal evident. The air thickened with a heady mixture of desire and the thrill of the unknown, a convergence of pleasure and competition that seemed to seep into every corner of the room.

In this moment, the lines became blurred between rivals and lovers, as the shared goal of giving me pleasure took precedence. The intensity of the situation heightened, my moans mingling with their own raw desire, the room enveloped in the intoxicating scent and taste of lust.

As Meian skillfully continued his exploration, bringing me closer and closer to the edge, the weight of their competition hung heavily in the air. The question loomed - who would be able to give me the most intense and satisfying release, shattering the limits of pleasure and claiming victory over my desires?

The room reverberated with the echoes of my pleasured cries as Meian skillfully brought me to yet another earth shattering orgasm. my body quivered with delight, the waves of pleasure threatening to overwhelm my senses.

Meian, confident in his abilities, licked his lips with a knowing smile, relishing in the satisfaction of his achievement. Suna, filled with a mix of frustration and determination, couldn't let this challenge go unanswered.

With a steely gaze and a competitive spirit, Suna issued a bold bet, challenging Meian's claim. He bet that he could make me squirt using only his mouth, a statement that dripped with confidence and a desire to prove himself.

The room seemed to hold its breath, the air crackling with anticipation as Suna positioned himself between my legs, his breath mingling with my heat. His tongue dipped and swirled, delving deeper into my folds, his skilled movements coaxing even more pleasure from my already slippery core.

As he unleashed his commanding technique, my body responded eagerly, the pressure building within me once again. Suna's determination to claim victory over Meian fueled his every movement, his focus unwavering as he sought to bring me to the elusive point of release that he desired.

With every flick of his tongue, every feathery stroke against my most sensitive spot, the intensity swelled within me. The sensations intensified, driving me closer and closer to the edge, the promise of a powerful climax looming ever closer.

The room filled with the sounds of my moans mingled with the wet sounds of Suna's eager mouth, a symphony of pleasure that served as a backdrop to the high-stakes competition that unfolded. The tension between Suna and Meian was intense as they locked eyes, a silent battle of dominance and pleasure.

As Suna's skilled movements continued, it became clear that the bet hung in the balance. The pressure, the craving to prove himself, fueled him to further heights of passion. With a mix of anticipation and desperation, he delved deeper, seeking out that one sweet spot that would send me cascading into an explosive release.

And then it happened. With a resounding cry, I arched your back, my body convulsing as an overwhelming gush of liquid erupted from within me, drenching Suna's face in a triumphant display of victory.

The room, now filled with the scent of sex and the taste of sweet victory, fell into an intense quiet. Suna, gasping for breath, looked up at Meian with a smug expression, claiming his hard-earned triumph. The weight of the challenge had been met, the stakes had been raised, and the boundaries of pleasure had been shattered once again.

Without skipping a beat, Suna positioned his once again hard cock at my entrance and slammed into me, ignoring my claims of being to sensitive and already feeling fucked dumb. He continued thrusting into me, giving Meian a condescending smile that said he’d won.

The sensations that rippled through my body were intense, each powerful thrust pushing me further into a state of blissful surrender. Suna's movements were unrelenting, his body perfectly in tune with mine as he thrust intoe over and over again, seeking to leave no doubt in Meian's mind of his victory.

The dominance and raw possessiveness emanating from Suna only served to fuel the fire burning between him and me. The primal connection, the overwhelming desire, pushed me to the edge once more, the boundaries of pleasure stretched beyond their limits.

The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, my moans of pleasure blending with the backdrop of Suna's possessive grunts. The scent of sex and the taste of power lingered in the air, heightening the intoxicating atmosphere that enveloped all three of us.

In this uninhibited moment, with every thrust and every collision of bodies, Suna staked his claim over me, leaving no room for doubt or hesitation. The sensations overwhelming my senses ignited a flame of desire that burned bright and fierce, engulfing me in a world of decadent pleasure.

As Suna continued to possess me, his body fully immersed in the act of claiming me as his own, any lingering doubts or reservations were cast aside. The power dynamics shifted, and the lines between pleasure, competition, and unquenchable desire became blurred, leaving only the raw intensity of the moment and the explosive release that awaited.

I could feel like the orgasm building in me now would be more extreme and explosive than all of the others, and I screamed in pleasurable pain as it rushed through me. the orgasm seemed to go on and on without stopping, and I’d have been surprised if at least a few people from the loud party had not heard me.

The room seemed to vibrate with the echoes of pleasure, lingering in the air as a testament to the explosive intensity that had just transpired. The gasps and moans that escaped my lips blended with the lingering scent of sex, painting a picture of unadulterated desire and uninhibited pleasure.

As the orgasm finally began to recede, leaving me in the aftermath of its consuming force, I collapsed onto the bed, a quivering mess of raw sensations. Suna, his own breath ragged and his eyes ablaze with satisfaction, pulled out from me, his victory complete.

In this moment of pure indulgence, the boundaries of pleasure had been pushed beyond their limits. The room, heavy with the lingering scent of sex and the echoes of my release, bore witness to the unhinged passion that had unfolded.

Caught in the throes of an all-consuming ecstasy, I left to bask in the aftermath, the sweet surrender of satiated desire and the unmistakable knowledge that the game had taken an unexpected turn. The consequences of my actions and the new dynamics that had formed set the stage for what lay ahead, promising even more indulgences and forbidden pleasures in the wake of this explosive encounter.

As Suna's release surged within me, a primal moan escaped my lips, mingling with the sounds of pleasure that filled the room. His final claim of victory, marking me inside with his essence, stirred an inferno of sensations within my throbbing core.

But Suna wasn't done with me yet. In a display of possessiveness and dominance, he leaned down, his lips enveloping my overstimulated clit once more. The overwhelming pleasure shot through my body like electricity, instantly igniting another orgasm that ripped through my very being.

The world around me seemed to fade away as Suna's expert mouth continued its ministrations, his tongue flickering relentlessly against my swollen bundle of nerves. Each touch, each suck, and each kiss were carefully calculated to push me further into a state of exquisite bliss.

The waves of pleasure surged through me, pushing me to the limits of pleasure and beyond. My body convulsed, writhing beneath Suna's oral onslaught, as he expertly coaxed every last ounce of ecstasy from within me.

The room filled with a symphony of moans and gasps, the sounds of my pleasure intermingling with the wet sounds of Suna's skilled efforts. The taste of him mixed with the intoxicating scent of sex, creating an ambiance that was both heady and exhilarating.

In this moment, time seemed to lose all meaning, the boundaries of pleasure shattered and remolded as I was consumed by a rapturous climax. Suna's possessiveness and my own craving for more mingled, igniting a fire within that seemed impossible to quench.

As the orgasm subsided, leaving me trembling and breathless, Suna released his hold on me, allowing me to collapse onto the bed, spent and sated. The room was thick with the scent of sex and the remnants of our shared pleasure, a testament to the raw intensity that had unfolded between us.

In the aftermath, as my bodies lay intertwined, a quiet understanding settled between me and Suna. The game had taken unexpected turns, boundaries had been shattered, and the unquenchable desire that lingered promised more forbidden pleasures to come.

Meian glared at Suna’s smug face. “Whatever, if I'd been able to stick my cock in her I could’ve made her cum just as hard” then Meian turned to look at me. “Put your clothes on y/n. Let’s go.”

As Meian's glare pierced through the room, his frustration and bitterness toward Suna were palpable. The tension simmered between them, a reflection of the competition that had unfolded.

Meian's words were laced with a mix of envy and resentment, his attempt to save face in the presence of Suna's triumph. His claim that he could have brought me just as much pleasure had circumstances been different hung heavy in the air, carrying with it a hint of disappointment.

Suna whispered in my ear, telling me I better not let his cum leak out before turning to Meian, possessiveness taking over once again as he told him I wouldn’t be leaving the party with him.

His instruction, delivered in a husky tone, emphasized the need to retain his essence within me.

The air crackled with tension as Suna's possessiveness clashed with the lingering chemistry between me and Meian. The unspoken competition between the two men and the complexities of the situation created a sense of uncertainty, leaving me on the precipice of a crossroad that could lead to further indulgence or a stark separation.

As I lied there, pulled between Suna and Meian, a decision had to be made. The desire for more forbidden pleasures and the allure of new experiences hung heavily in the air, the path ahead uncertain yet undeniably tempting.

Looking away from Meian shamefully, I scooted closer to Suna, signaling who I was choosing.

The room fell into a tense silence as your choice became clear. Suna's possessiveness and the unspoken connection between you two had won out over the lingering chemistry with Meian. It was a moment of surrender, a choice fueled by desire and a craving for the unadulterated pleasure that Suna offered.

Meian's expression fell, a mix of disappointment and resignation clouding his features. Though his desire for me was evident, the understanding that he couldn't compete with the connection I shared with Suna settled in.

The air around us shifted, heavy with unspoken tension and a sense of finality. The path ahead, guided by Suna's dominance and possessiveness, promised a deeper exploration of forbidden pleasures and a journey into the depths of unquenchable desire.

With my choice made, the world seemed to align, its focus narrowing to the bond that had formed between me and Suna. The possibilities, the risks, and the intoxicating allure of an unconventional love story lay ahead, waiting to be written in a world where desire knew no boundaries.

As Meian left the room, the air seemed to shift, leaving behind a sense of closure and the weight of unfulfilled desires. Suna, sensing the change, brought me close to him, his arms enveloping me in a protective embrace.

With the tenderness that contrasted his earlier dominance, Suna's lips met mine in gentle, loving kisses. The soft caress of his lips against mine spoke of a connection that ran deeper than mere physical desire—it was a bond that transcended the complexities of the situation, a testament to the vulnerability and intimacy we shared.

In these moments of quiet affection, the outside world faded away, leaving only the two of us cocooned in a space where time seemed to stand still. The taste of his lips on mine, the gentle touch of his hands against my body, carried an unspoken promise of love, passion, and an undeniable connection.

The intimacy that flowed between me and Suna was a salve, mending the wounds of the unresolved tension and the complexities that had unfolded. In his embrace, I found solace, a safe haven from the outside world and the intricate web of desires that had brought me to this point.

It was in these tender moments, amidst the tumultuous currents of desire and possessiveness, that the depth of my connection with Suna became undeniable. The unspoken whispers between us were a testament to a love story that defied convention—a story that would be written with every touch, every kiss, and every shared moment of intimacy.

And so, as Suna cradled me in his arms, his gentle loving kisses served as a reminder that while the path ahead may be filled with complexities, the bond I shared was resilient, offering a sanctuary where love, pleasure, and passion intertwined in a dance that was uniquely our own.

As I basked in the comfort of Suna's embrace, his words echoed through the room, carrying a weight of vulnerability and sincerity. A declaration of love, spoken with a hint of emotion, sent a surge of warmth coursing through your veins.

“I love you y/n, I can’t wait for you to have our baby.”

Suna's confession solidified the depth of his feelings for me, transcending the boundaries of mere physical desire. It was a testament to the connection we shared, a love that was complex, passionate, and unyielding.

Embracing the intimacy of the moment, Suna's voice was filled with a mix of longing and anticipation as he expressed his desire for me. The words carried with them a sense of commitment and the promise of a future together.

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