The Luna Hunt (Alpha Bakugou X Reader)
The Luna Hunt (Alpha Bakugou x Reader)
*GIF not mine*
Summary: You don’t need a mate right now; you’ve got more important things, like revenge, on your mind. But the Alpha King needs a mate to take his throne, and now he’s come to town to take you.
A/N: okay, tell me if I’m wrong but like y’all have read this plot eighty bajillion times on Wattpad before, right? Ehh, I literally thought of it in the shower and it might be some sort of stealing from some unknown author I read back when I was a young, young Oreosmama, but I’m still gonna post it for now bc I like it. I channeled my inner Wattpad writer for this too so I hope you enjoy!
Word count: 4244
Someone should have told the Alpha King that lining up one thousand-something girls shoulder to shoulder in ninety degree weather was a mistake waiting to happen.
“Achoo!”
Your sneeze caught the attention--and glares--of the six or so girls lined up on either side of you, each with their own individual reactions. The girl directly to your left, for instance, smiled pityingly and passed you a kleenex from a package sitting in her purse just beside her feet.
“I get allergies too,” she shrugged, “always good to keep some handy, don’t you think?” Mustering the most sincere grin you could, you nodded in thanks and accepted the tissue.
Sweat dripped down your temple and slid down far enough to disappear under the color of your windbreaker, a piece of clothing that had made you the outcast of the day evidently.
You didn’t care. You wore it for a reason.
As more pollen tickled your nose, you leaned forward just a bit to see how far away the man traveling down the line was. Good, you thought, I still have enough time.
Though he was just a tiny speck from your place somewhere in the middle-end range of the line, you could feel the tension he was inflicting on his audience.
The Alpha King. Like all his fathers before him, he was traveling from town to town in search of his predestined mate so he could finally take his place on the throne. He was the ripe age of twenty and, according to all the times you had seen him on the news, he was quite the looker.
Though technically illegitimate because his father and mother had produced him before marriage, the Alpha King of this century was especially distinctive for an entirely different reason--he was hot.
With blond hair that always seemed to be ruffled and crimson irises that could singe off your eyebrows, Katsuki Bakugou was a young king known to all. Even grandmothers, though they disapproved of his less-than mannerly attitude, still swooned at his natural beauty.
Every time you saw him on TV when you were younger, he would always have that permanent scowl etched on his face. And, like most other girls at the time, you wished you could have been the one to turn it upside down.
Then you grew up and realized he didn’t really matter. At least not to you.
He was just another alpha, albeit the one of the largest pack in the world. Unlike most packs, the Bakugous’ numbers reached into the hundred millions and had towns scattered all over the nation. They were known to be untouchable, and it was an honor to be a part of them.
“God, could this go any slower?” Your eyebrows rose in surprise at the groan of the girl next to you. Though she seemed even less interested in the event happening around her with gum smacking and eyes rolling, it seemed her family had at least convinced--or maybe forced--her into a dress that made her blend well with the other girls.
Well, at least you weren’t entirely alone in your dreading of this process.
The process itself wasn’t particularly a rager but it was a sacred tradition that the Bakugou pack insisted on continuing. This was how the Luna Queen was found, wherever she was.
You just wished she’d show up soon so you could get this show on the road.
Bakugou Katsuki, however, seemed to be taking his sweet time sniffing down the line of women in the open field of your hometown. Parents and other not-of-age people were forced to stay in their homes so as to not interfere with this careful procedure, and that was the one thing you were thankful for--the one thing you were looking forward to.
Now, you just had to wait for the bodyguard of your particular clump of women to step away so the king could smell each of you individually. Mates’ scents are supposed to stand out in crowds of millions, but after one particular sick incident so many centuries ago where a certain Alpha King ended up with a stuffy nose, they decided to leave the kings unescorted as they walked along the line.
And so here you were, waiting ever so patiently for Mr. Rhinoceros-neck to step back and away to join the rest of his fellow betas as they guarded the king from a calculated distance of seventy feet.
But, of course, Bakugou Katsuki was taking his sweet time.
Part of you almost pitied the girls beside you, obviously making the mistake of not wearing sunscreen. You memorized the day's exact weather report and were determined to not let even a sunburn stop you from your mission.
Though, maybe a reapplication wouldn’t hurt since you seemed to be sweating off your first layer of SPF 60. Perhaps the windbreaker you zipped over a thick black sweatshirt was a bit of overkill but it was all part of your plot.
Heat strokes be damned--you were not screwing up today.
Twenty minutes crawled by at a snail’s pace and in that time, the scent of deodorant and perfume reached its crescendo. Girls in skin-tight, above-the-knee dresses reapplied just a touch of antiperspirant with ease as the Alpha King made his way closer and closer to your gaggle of a hundred or so women. The other girls who had gone with more modest skirts and dressy blouses, however, had a bit more trouble tackling the B.O. issue.
The sun reached its peak in the sky and you checked your phone to make sure you hadn’t counted wrong.
Nope, no mistakes here. Four hours you’d been standing in that line with Miss Smacks-her-gum on your right and Lady Kleenex on your left. Smacks-her-gum had made the mistake of not wearing sweatproof mascara but you weren’t going to tell her that anytime soon. Trapped in a black leather jacket over a poofy black skirt that tickled your own legs beneath their leggings, she looked about two seconds from blowing her top or passing out--you hoped you weren’t going to be around to see either.
“Ooh, he’s getting closer,” Kleenex squeaked out, twirling a strand of red hair around her finger out of habit. “Damn, he’s so cute.” She glanced back at you with a nervous smile. “I really do wish I was his mate but, God, what are the odds, right?”
“Yeah,” you breathed out with a friendly smile, waiting until she returned her attention to the direction of the Alpha King, for she would be the first one he sniffed of your little trio, before dropping the smile entirely, “what are the odds.”
Now!
Rhinoceros-neck glanced up and down your row one more time from thirty feet away to make sure no one had left before leaving his post, a sure sign that the group of bodyguard betas wasn’t too far behind.
If even one of them saw you, the plan would be ruined. You had to make this quick.
Unzipping your windbreaker, you shrugged it off your shoulders and pulled it free of you entirely, feeling for the binder clips in the front pocket as you did so. Then you zipped it back up and shoved a scrunched wrist under each clip.
“What are you doing?” The girl in the leather jacket seemed less pissed off than you expected, that was until you tried to attach the binder clip to her jacket-shoulder.
“Don’t mind me, I just can’t stick around long,” you mumbled, too busy to expand on just how dumb your plan was with attaching the other clip to Kleenex girl’s shoulder cutouts of her blouse.
Yes, perhaps it was all based on the slim-to-none chance you had of lucking out so stupidly that an entire group of betas and an Alpha King literally overlooked your existence, but it was your only chance of escaping scot free. All you needed was for it to look like a person was there.
You’d done your research, and you’d done it well. You knew Bakugou Katsuki was a pissy man, but you also knew he never made eye contact with women while he went down his lines. Part of it was out of respect as due the tradition’s requirements, but part of it was to make the entire process faster. Women were beautiful all over, but finding your true mate depended on all of your senses, not just one.
If his peripheral vision was as useless as you hoped, you could make a clear getaway and go on your true mission. As fun as it was to participate in the Alpha King’s police lineup of one-thousand women for four hours, you had other things to do with your life.
Like finding that deadbeat father of yours.
You stepped back and inspected your windbreaker, fluffing it out here and there while the two girls it was attached to tried to crane their necks back far enough to ask you what the hell was happening.
You didn’t respond to their questions, instead kicking off the flats you’d allowed your mom to shove on your feet and placing them in the exact place they’d been for the last two hours, easily found due to the matted down grass. Attached to the backpack you’d brought that sat behind you like all other girls had done with their purses and such were a pair of combat boots, the laces strung around the straps of the black bag.
All dark colors, all practically invisible in the forest you planned on escaping through.
Past your group of one hundred girls was another group of the same number before all the women of the town finally ran out and the edge of the farm’s field met a forest. The owner of the wheat field that had been so viciously attacking your nose for the better part of your morning had been paid handsomely for his participation in this town and century’s search of the Luna Queen, just as his ancestors had been.
The forest was thick and ran for miles far and wide, while on the complete other side of the field sat the rest of the town waiting for the Alpha King’s verdict.
Queen or no Queen? they all wondered.
Shit, did I grab that extra protein bar? you wondered.
The grass was wonderfully cool on your sock-covered feet as you untied your boots, glancing up once or twice and going on your tiptoes to see how fast the Alpha King was moving at this point. Surely he was growing tired of this just as you wished he’d take even more time.
A blond head bobbed past fifty or so girls down, proving yourself correct. He was going faster.
“Shit,” you hissed, kneeling down to lace up the boots, only to catch a faceful of dirt courtesy of Leather Girl’s gothic boots.
“What the hell are you doing down there?” she spat, Kleenex girl nodding with the same curiosity.
“I’m gonna go for a stroll.” You returned your gaze to the boots, lacing the last one up faster before a blond or a boot could stop you.
“What about the king?”
“What about him?” You rose to your feet and swung the backpack’s straps over your shoulders, tightening them for a mad dash you prayed wouldn’t have to happen.
“Why are you just up and leaving now? You could be caught and get in serious trouble,” Kleenex piped up innocently. Her eyes were glimmering with concern, an emotion you knew was much undeserved for someone like yourself about to do something so stupid.
“No I won’t,” you shook your head and gestured to the jacket clipped between the two girls. You adjusted the clips so the windbreaker didn’t slump as much, but it was almost an impossible task due to the eight-inch difference between the two of them. “If you guys keep that up, we’ll all survive this. Just play it cool.”
Both pairs of eyes on you bulged as you traveled toward the woods instead of the town where they thought you were leaving to. The girl in the leather jacket caught your hand in the nick of time, tugging you back hard enough that you were face to face with both girls. The movement behind their backs distracted other girls in line whose attention you really didn’t need at this point so you yanked your hand away with a glare.
A flare of guilt lit up your stomach at the worry in both girls’ gazes, but you couldn’t stop the question escaping your lips. “What do you want?”
“What if they catch you?”
“They won’t.”
Leather Jacket gave you a deadpan look. “What if they notice you’re gone?”
“I’ll be gone by then, hopefully,” you stared down at the hand still reaching for your wrist for emphasis.
“Well, what about your family?”
The question made you tense and your eyes flashed. “They’ll be fine,” you gritted out. You were doing this for them after all, and all of it was explained in the neatly folded letter still in the pocket of your windbreaker.
They would understand. They’d have to.
“Fine then,” Leather Jacket shrugged, forcing a strand of black hair back behind her ear. “Just be safe.”
Finally, something you wanted--yet didn’t exactly expect, especially from her--to hear.
Kleenex nodded in agreement and you smiled.
“Thanks.”
And then you left, crouching down and slipping behind the backs of a hundred girls you’d gone to school with for twelve years.
~~~
Katsuki kept his jaw clenched and his eyes locked on the grass below his shoes as he made his way down the third line that week. Hundredth line that month, with many more to come.
Kirishima and Kaminari snickered in the group behind him as he tripped on a sudden hole in the dirt, causing him to cuss and throw a glare back at them. “Zip it, you two.”
Both men straightened up and saluted him with pursed lips. “Yes sir.”
And then they broke off into laughter once more.
Katsuki’s lip curled back and he refrained from growling, knowing that he could scare any of the girls to his left and then he’d get an earful from his parents.
Hands shoved into his pockets, he strutted past each and every girl without even catching a whiff of something he even minded at that point. Instead, it was all the same. Flowery scents here and tropically scents there made his mind reel with a full-fledged headache. This town was bigger than the ones he was used to visiting, but a town was more preferable than a city any day--the populations were always too high for him to ever escape a scenting line in a short six hours.
Plus, quaint towns like this had his most favored landscape: small shops and cottages behind him with a wide forest surrounding, too thick to even see the sunrise and yet so clear that you could count the stars.
Not that he’d ever tell anyone he liked that.
Although, deep down he thought that if he ever did find his mate, a town like this was where he’d like to settle down after running the pack for long enough. Letting his wolf free in miles and miles of forest was a dream, and reminded him of his pack’s headquarters thousands of miles away from here.
At least I can see the end of the line now, he thought, reaching up a single hand to massage the back of his neck.
He estimated he’d be done in this town in another ten minutes. Then maybe he could convince his father’s Beta to let him roam through the forest for even just an hour before moving on.
Just a little faster now.
Of all the parts of scenting lines, his favorite part was definitely finishing them.
So close… so close.
Now, he could see the last girl--and the anxious smile on her face. Dear God, that poor thing thought she was the one. She definitely wasn’t the first, and he had to thank that no girl had jumped like the ones in the previous towns had.
All towns and cities had their weirdos, but Katsuki was especially pleased to find out that this town was astoundingly normal.
Well, maybe except for that one girl that was very obviously trying to make a break for it to the forest.
Well that’s a new one. Maybe he-
Mate.
The sweet scent of sugared pine and apple trees wafted into his nose, mixing with a slight pinch of spiced cinnamon. His eyes almost rolled back into his head and yet he couldn’t take them off the form sprinting behind the other girls.
Gasps filled his ears as Katsuki’s body stood at attention. But if that girl was his mate then how could he smell her…?
One look to his left and he saw a single maroon windbreaker, attached via what looked like binder clips to the clothing of the two women on either side of an empty space. Even a pair of shoes sat on the floor where his mate had stood, and wind forced the jacket to flutter in midair.
She ran away.
Something in Katsuki’s chest sank as he growled in frustration, ripping the windbreaker away from between the two girls and ignoring how they flinched before he pressed it to his nose, inhaling as much of the scent as he could.
Intoxicating.
He could feel his mind sharpen as he stepped away from the group of girls, turning his head once more to search for his mate.
A black form disappeared behind a collection of trees hundreds of feet away but he heard the crack of her stepping on a twig as clear as day.
“Kirishima,” he barked and the redhead appeared at his side. “Take these two into custody. They might know something.”
“Bakugou, did you find her?”
He kept his gaze locked on the trees.
“Yes, but take the other men with you. I want to find her alone.”
“But what if-”
“No,” he spat, blazing eyes almost setting Kirishima aflame, “I’m doing it alone. If even one of you gets near her or gets in my way, he’s not making it out of the forest alive.”
Kirishima nodded in understanding and whistled to the others, grabbing both girls as they whimpered in fear while waiting for better restraints.
Katsuki still kept his eyes locked on the forest edge, just where his mate had disappeared. It was only then that he noticed his hands were wringing the jacket of life, twisting it until it appeared to be tight as a spring waiting to uncoil.
Pressing his lips firm against one another, he unraveled the jacket, searching for something, anything that might give him a clue as to who you were and why you did what you did.
At last, he found a letter in the front right pocket, addressed to your own mother.
Dear Mom,
I’m going after him. I can’t let what he did to you slide, even if you say it was for the best.
With love,
YN
YN. At least now he had a name.
And it was perfect.
YN, your mate was going to find you whether you wanted him to or not.
And he wasn’t going to let you go.
~~~
There was no way you had escaped as smoothly as you thought you did. Even though you felt like every breath you took sounded like a trumpet announcing your location, you never stopped running, staying crouched beneath the groups of women who didn’t even bother to turn back and watch the show.
It wasn’t too graceful either. Your thighs were on fire due to, you know, you having never done this before. After a solid two minutes, you felt your calves spasm and you almost gave up there, but the forest’s edge was so close… so close.
When the floor finally transitioned from grass to grass mixed with soil and animal feces, you almost jumped for joy, sprinting so hard that your legs almost gave out when you passed a hefty group of trees that you felt wide enough to hide you.
Your ears perked at a series of gasps that rang in the clearing behind you and it was then that you knew your escape was far from over.
Maybe there actually was a law against escaping the Searching for Luna Queens ceremony--you’d googled it thoroughly just to make sure you weren’t officially a criminal on the run until after you located your father. But hey, maybe Google had lied to you.
Then you were screwed.
Your mother and stepfather, you could deal with.
The entirety of the Alpha King’s pack… hmm, not so much.
So you kept running, wincing every once in a while that you stepped over a cracked twig. Sweat stuck your hair to your skin and slickened your legs entirely, the midday heat combined with a run through the humid forest finally catching up to you.
A small rest wouldn’t hurt. Maybe twenty minutes had passed, thirty if you were really lucky. You settled for a small stump in somewhat of a clearing. Here, at least, the branches of the trees were only swinging so low that they just brushed the top of your head, as opposed to when they thwapped you in the face while you ran.
Zipping open your backpack, you grabbed the first water bottle you saw, not even bothering to search for the cap after you tore it off and tossed it away before gulping down three-quarters of the bottle.
Your heart finally seemed to slow as you took in gasps of air, batting away and choking on the occasional gnat. Your hair felt greasy and sweaty while the rest of your body was just entirely moist--you’d never been so disgusting before.
But you’d also never run away from a group of thirteen grown men before so you chalked it up to it being amateur hour.
From your seat on the stump, you honed in on your surroundings, trying to figure out which direction to go from there.
Birds chirped to your left (possibly South), but you heard the small babblings of a creek to your right (also possibly South). There was nothing coming from in front of you but flies buzzing and the occasional deer scraping its antlers against a tree, and meanwhile behind you there was a-
SHIT!
You jumped out of your seat on the stump but it was already too late. Just as you lunged ten feet out a weight tackled you from behind and forced you onto the ground, their heavier weight and superior strength keeping you immobile.
Shoulda known it was illegal.
But only then after your heart stopped trying to rip itself away from your body did you feel it. Sparks. Little zaps of pure pleasure tracing up and down your spine and forcing an involuntary shiver out of you.
And the smell, oh God the smell. Like your favorite fruits sprinkled with just a touch of vanilla that had you biting back a moan.
Mate.
Parts of you were happy and others were sad. Happy you found your mate, but sad he had almost just tackled you and forced your face into a pile of bear dung.
This was not a great first meeting.
“Are you gonna get off me anytime soon?” you wheezed out, spitting out spare bits of dirt that had flown into your mouth mid-tackle.
Thank God you packed a toothbrush.
“Only if you promise not to run.” Jesus fuck this man needed to chill with his voice. It washed over you and warmed up the pit of your stomach like no other, every husk and lilt of his words making you almost quiver in delight.
“Yep,” you coughed out, voice surprisingly steady for someone being suffocated mentally and physically, “pretty sure I’ve learned my lesson. You’re good.”
After a slow, somewhat trembling exhale, the man finally got off you and rose to his feet, instead choosing to drop into a squat beside your head with both arms relaxing on his knees.
Very strong, muscular looking arms on very strong, muscular looking knees. And things. And chest. And everything.
Dear God, maybe you actually hit the jackpot for once.
A large hand reached towards your face, not particularly gentle as he brushed the hair from your face, though you could tell he was trying by his hesitancy. His hand paused right as it reached your hair and after a deep breath, he pushed it back up behind your ear and you could see the rest of him at last.
Oh holy shit.
“Ba-akugou Katsuki.”
“YN.”
The Alpha King was your mate.
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Home Alone (Hinata x Reader)
*GIF not mine*
Summary: You should never leave Hinata alone with the responsibility of the chores in the house. Especially when your next-door neighbor is a dick.
A/N: Fuck shitty wifi, fuck fuck fuckkkkkk. Like seriously, someone please tell me I’m not the only one struggling with editing the fucking tags on posts, pleaseeee. Anyways, I was desperate for an idea, and I didn’t like this one at first, but I swear it’s good. Enjoy!
Word count: 944
Ah, home sweet home. You were back from a business trip that required you to leave home for a week. Yes, it was only seven days, but a week of your husband home alone without supervision was seven days too many. Although, when you arrived back at your house and saw it wasn’t burned down, you were relieved to know you were worried for nothing.
“Shoyo, I’m back!” You closed the front door and kicked off your shoes, only to crash into the wall behind you from the force of a hug.
“I’m so glad you’re home, YN! I missed you so much!” His voice wavered with excitement as he smiled into your collarbone.
“I missed you too.” You pull away and smile at him brightly, giving a small peck to his lips. He whines at its duration before pouting.
“YN, I need cuddles, it’s been too long.” Shoyo snatches your arm and leads you toward the bedroom, only to groan when you wriggle out of his grip.
“I know, I know,” you laugh, “but I’m thirsty. I’ll just get a drink real quick then I’ll join you.” His reaction worries you.
“No!” he shouts anxiously, brown eyes wider than dinner plates.
“Excuse me?” Your eyebrows furrow in utter confusion.
“I’ll get it for you! You just go up to the room, I’m sure you’re tired!” He nods his head affirmatively at his own statement and places his hands on your shoulders, driving you towards your shared room. You plant your feet and stop his movements, all while giggling at his abnormal actions.
“Shoyo, don’t worry. I’m not that worn out.” You step into the kitchen while your husband seems to choke on air behind you. “Trust me, I’m awake enough to get myself a glass of water.” He stays suspiciously silent behind you while you peer into the empty sink on your way to the cupboards.
“Aww, babe, thanks for doing the dishes before I came home!”
“Yeah sure, of course.” His voice is higher than normal, but you don’t mention it. Looking into the cupboards, you’re puzzled to find them completely empty.
“They’re in the washer.”
“Oh.” You step over to said appliance. “Well, just so you know in case I have to leave again, you can’t put too many dishes in here, otherwise it’ll-”
Suds. Everywhere. The opening was overflowing with blue and white bubbles as soon as you pulled on the handle, and now your kitchen floor was soaked and stunk of bittersweet dish soap. Your lips draw into a firm line and you turn around to look at your ashamed husband, who avoids your gaze and rocks back and forth on his heels. He’s innocently whistling a tune with his hands held behind his back. Wonderful.
“It’ll do that,” you finish, chest tight with stifled frustration. Shoyo halts his actions and stares at you with shame.
“Should I-”
“Yeah, mop’s in the closet.” You nod your head towards the hallway. He follows your orders, until….
“On the left,” you remind him impatiently. Your jaw aches from the constant clench.
“Right, right.”
Your mouth is still dry as a desert and you peer into the leaking dishwasher for any usable cup, only to smack your palm against your forehead at the sight.
“Shoyo, is this the laundry?”
“Umm, sort of?”
“Sort of?” You reach in and retrieve his favorite shorts, waving them around in his face with a raised brow.
“Yes.” You huff and toss the clothing at him before rubbing your temples. A terrible, awful idea decides to smack you in the face at that moment, causing you to pause and slowly glance up at your husband. The veins in your forehead are having a field day while the rest of your body remains still.
“Honey, if these are our clothes, where are our dishes?” Your voice is soft and patient. It’s a lure, and he knows it.
“W-well, they’re not in the clothes’ washer if that’s what you’re asking!” Shoyo laughs uproariously and you sigh in relief.
“Thank God,” you giggle softly, “‘cause for a second there I was like ‘Please tell me I didn’t marry an idiot.’” After you give him a small smile, your husband’s eyes widen and he squeaks out an “mhm!”
You shake your head with a relieved chuckle and give him a small peck on the cheek.
“I’m just gonna go hang up my coat, I’ll be right back.”
“O-okay.” He dashes into the kitchen with his requested mop and you make your way into the laundry room, dropping your jacket on the coat rack.
Clink clink.
What.
The smile falls off your face instantly. Your eyes squint, and you’re not exactly sure what you’re hearing, but you know for a fact you don’t like it.
Clink clink.
Oh God, please don’t tell me. Your shoulders tense as you step closer to your dryer, pausing the machine and whipping it open with tightly-shut eyes. The clanging has stopped, so you hesitantly take a peek.
“Shoyo!”
Silence.
“Shoyo Hinata, why the fuck are there glass shards in the dryer?!”
Your house rattles with the force of a slammed front door. Son of a bitch.
Distantly, you hear a muffled, panicked shout from your husband followed by the devious cackles of your neighbor.
“Kageyama, you lying bastard! You told me the dishes needed to dry!”
*Tips toes back into the request box* Hey! It's me again, I got another yandere!Garou idea, what if he had a childhood friend who was always there for him and defended him from bullies and he fell in love with them and he confessed but his crush tried to reject him in a nice way and he just snaps.I'm so sorry that i keep requesting yandere!Garou content but I really love how you write him and portray him (and because I'm a simp for him too),
Turning the Tables (Yandere Garou x Reader)
*GIF not mine*
Summary: The monster never gets the girl, but why not? Garou never knew, but what he did know was that that was about to change. He was getting the girl… getting you, whether you want him or not.
A/N: *Almost passes out writing this at 2 am* Ehh, I really wish this one could have been better, but I already procrastinated enough on it. Sorry it took so long, and I really hope it fits what you wanted. This idea was great, and I only wish I had a better time writing for it. But anyways, in all honesty, I hope you like it!
Word count: 2525
“Haha, look at the monster cry!”
“Beat him up, he’s evil!”
“Take him out, hero! Take out the villain!”
The calls were all the same. Every game, they would cheer as Tacchan stood over him, kicking him and hitting him with the nearest stick.
“Take that, monster! And that!”
Why? What did I do? What made me the villain?
“Stop hurting him!”
The pain stops as Tacchan is shoved away. A girl-- you-- kneels next to him, surveying him for bruises or other wounds as he stays curled up on his side.
“Why are you defending him, YN? He’s not the hero. He’s just the dumb monster.”
You fix a fierce glare on the school’s pretty boy, keeping a comforting hand on Garou’s shoulder as you speak. “You know, heroes lose too sometimes.”
Those words… someone finally understood. Someone finally believed in what he believed, was willing to fight for what he was willing to fight for. You stood up for him. You stood up for the monster.
It was those words that left Garou falling for you. Addicted to you.
~~~
Why couldn’t the monsters ever win? Why couldn’t they defeat the hero or succeed in their plans?
Why couldn’t the monster ever get the girl?
Garou never knew why, but one thing he did know was that, looking at you, he was going to change that.
I’m getting the girl.
“I’m just saying I think you’re overreacting.”
“Pshh, says you!” You shove him away and stick out your tongue. “Where finals are concerned, your opinion is irrelevant. You dropped out; therefore, I get to bitch about finals all I want!”
The pair of you walked side by side down the street. Once in a while, your hands would brush at the proximity, and Garou did all he could to resist intertwining your fingers with his own.
Be patient.
“Well, maybe you should try actually studying instead of watching anime.”
“Maybe you should shut up.”
He only grinned as you pouted, continuing down the street at what must’ve been ten at night. Both of you had just left the cinema after a particularly disappointing horror movie. Garou had vetoed the other options, which consisted of two superhero movies, one documentary, and three cheesy chick flicks. He had hoped that you would duck into his shoulder at any jumpscares, but the movie had been dreadfully bare of any actual horror.
Through the glowing streets of City S, you guided Garou back to your apartment building, leading him up the steps and to your door.
“Shit, it was freaking freezing out there!” Your hands tremble as you try to unlock the door. After the key finally wiggles its way into the lock, you let out a noise of relief before leading him inside. “Why don’t you stay here and warm up before going back to- oh where was it you said you were staying again? A lovely three-story mansion with a backyard hot tub?”
Scoffing, Garou observes as you toss your coat aside on the kitchen table and collapse onto the couch. “I’ll have you know my shack is actually quite warm compared to the outside.”
You hum, unimpressed as he settles down on the cushion beside you and lays an arm out directly behind your head. “Yeah, sure. Because fifty degrees is always considered warmer when compared to forty-nine.”
“Exactly,” he nods, smirking at the laugh it drags out of you. A comfortable silence falls over your living room as you lean your head back on Garou’s arm. You were always so comfortable and accepting of him. You thought the same way he did, always considering the villain’s feelings along with the hero. You shared his sense of humor, his adoration for children, and his deep devotion to your guys’s friendship.
Truly, Garou believed there was no way you didn’t feel the same. Every hug and kiss on the cheek you gave him assured him so. He just had to tell you.
If he confessed first, he knew you would feel confident enough to say the same.
“Garou.” All too suddenly, he’s dragged out of his thoughts of you by you yourself. He doesn’t mind, though; listening to your voice was a million times better than imagining it in his head. One too many times had it not been enough when he sat in his hideout, imagining you lounging around and planning out his next hero attack by his side.
Your hand stretches over his lap to grasp his own as you sit up and turn to him, one leg folded while the other hangs off the couch. “Honestly, I really think you should stay here tonight.”
No, he would never refuse that. Not in a million years. You wanted him here. This time, you invited him to stay in your home.
It was much better than when he used to settle for intruding while you slept, crawling into bed beside you and watching you slumber long before the sun rose. It was always harder to leave than it was to enter.
“YN…”
“I know, I know, but I hate to see how you’re living right now.” You tear your gaze away from his intense one and shake your head. “My spare room is always open.”
No, no, that’s not what he wanted.
“It’s got a mattress and everything. It’s gotta be better than the bale of hay you settle for.”
“I don’t sleep on a bale of hay!”
You raise a brow and he rolls his eyes, grumbling his response. “It’s not as uncomfortable as you think.”
“C’mon Garou, you need this. And honestly, I don’t mind you staying here! I promise.”
That wasn’t his issue. Of course, he wanted to stay here too, but for different reasons. You wanted to keep him inside and safe like a friend should.
He wanted to sleep on your bed and hold you in his arms. He wanted to wake you with breakfast in the morning, kiss you before you left for school, greet you and help you with homework when you returned.
He wanted to make love to you on the counter, in the shower, on the sofa you both sat on right now.
No longer could he stand this platonic bullshit anymore, and he knew you felt the same.
I’m getting the girl.
“I’d be a shitty friend if I didn’t let you stay here for at least tonight-”
“Why don’t we both sleep in your bed then?”
Garou finally shifts his body to face yours, mirroring your position and pulling the arm off the back of your couch to drop it into your lap. His fingers splay out along your thigh but you don’t bother to stop the movements.
Jaw dropped, you stare at Garou in shock. “W-What?!”
“You heard me.”
“Yeah, I heard you, but I don’t think I did it too good.”
“Then I’ll repeat myself.” Garou leans closer, face just inches from your own as he whispers, “Why don’t we sleep in the same bed for the night?”
Never before had you seen the look in his eyes. With enlarged pupils forcing away their natural yellow, they practically glow with desire as he leers over you. Part of you wants to lean back, but you just keep thinking no, this is Garou, my friend. He’s just teasing.
“Very funny, Garou,” you snort, placing two hands on his solid chest to push him away, but you gulp when he doesn’t budge.
“It wasn’t a joke, YN.”
God, he was so close you could feel yourself sweating under his gaze. He was too close; his body was too hot. Slipping away from his long fingers, you stand up and stumble into the kitchen. A glass of water, that’s what you needed to clear your head.
Rage floods Garou’s chest at the aversion and he doesn’t hesitate to follow you. “YN-”
You hold up a finger to pause him while you swallow glass after glass of water, hoping and begging that this was just a joke. Surely he wasn’t serious, right?
After your fifth glass, Garou huffs out in irritation and snatches the water away from your lips, slamming it to the table before folding his arms. “YN.”
“Garou.”
That look in her eyes, it can’t be fear. No, no she loves you just as much as you love her. She’s just shy.
“YN, I’m in love with you.” His cheeks almost burn at the confession, but he continues. “I have been since the day we met, when you stood up for me.”
Guilt floods your features before you turn your head, hugging yourself for comfort. “Garou, I don’t… I don’t know what to say.”
“Just tell me the truth. Tell me you feel the same, YN, because I know there’s no way you don’t.”
“But Garou-”
“Just say you love me, YN, and we can finally be together like we should be.” When he takes a step closer, you take one back, and that’s when the love and hope in his eyes crumbles.
“Garou, I’m sorry. I do, a-and I will always love you-”
“Then why-”
“-as my best friend.”
Cracks fill his chest as the words settle in his stomach like a rock. His heart twinges at the words as they echo in his ears.
A friend? That’s all he was to you? A FRIEND?!
“Take it back, YN.” His head has dropped, shaking back and forth incessantly as he mumbles the words. “Take it back.”
“Garou, I’m so sorry.”
Crash.
You flinch at the sight, watching water drip down your walls as broken glass falls to the floor. A chair at your kitchen table gets kicked into the wall as well, splintering off a wooden leg and leaving a hole in the paneling.
A scream rips its way out of your throat when Garou picks up your table, throwing it in the same direction and not even flinching when it breaks into flying pieces. Fear holds your heart tightly in it’s grasp as he approaches you, face scrunched up in fury.
“Why, YN?” The words are spat with disdain. “Why won’t you just admit you love me back? What’s stopping you?”
You whimper and back away slowly, scared to anger the beast more. Too bad the damage had already been done. Garou kicks a dent into your fridge, allowing the cold air to hiss out and fill the now-dusty room.
“Garou, please!” “I won’t use you, YN! I won’t cheat on you, or go behind your back! I love you and only you!”
“Garou!” Fearful tears slide down your face after you run into the counter, completely and utterly helpless. You feel trapped in your own home.
“And I won’t hurt you…” he trails off, ignoring your flinching as he looms closer, “...not unless I have to.”
“Please, just stop!” Your emotions are at an all-time high as you frantically draw in breaths, filling your lungs as fast as you can when this monster approaches. “I’m sorry!”
The more you speak, it seems, the more furious Garou becomes. While you slump to the cold floor of your kitchen, he turns your house into a war zone.
His voice, heightened with pain, never stops talking as he trashes your house, punching holes in the walls and chucking furniture everywhere.
“Why YN?!”
“Why don’t you love me?!”
“You’re mine!”
“I’m not letting you go!”
“I’ll make you love me, I don’t care what I have to do. You will love me.”
Even after ducking your head into your knees and plugging your ears, you couldn’t block out the shouts, the crashes, the tornado that was Garou ripping through your house and destroying everything you owned.
“You don’t love me?” he scoffed, running his bloody hands through his hair and shaking his head. “She doesn’t love me, she doesn’t love me, she doesn’t love me.”
When he returns to the kitchen to see you, he can’t help but crumple to the ground.
Your face is tucked between your legs and your body visibly trembles on the floor. Garou bites into his lip at the sight, rage wilting into despair as he kneels in front of you.
“I can fix this,” he shakes his head. “I will, I promise.” Without a second thought, he nudges your hands away from your ears before dropping his head to your shoulder and letting out a shaky sigh.
Tears soak through your shirt for all the wrong reasons, but you can’t get away. By now, he’s pressed your forehead against his chest and wiggled his way between your knees, mumbling words you assume he thinks are reassuring as he runs his lips up and down your neck.
“I can fix this, YN. I’m not gonna lose you. I swear, I’m not letting you go ever again.”
Before you can do anything to get away, he’s rising to his feet and taking you with him.
Your arms instinctually wrap around his neck so you don’t fall back, bile crawling up your throat when he smiles and hums in approval against your skin. “Good girl.”
By force, your legs are wrapped around his waist by his hands, now settled below your thighs as he squeezes the flesh appreciatively. “Yes, YN, let’s get out of here. I’ll fix all of this, just let me get us out of here and then we can discuss this.”
~~~
Garou got the girl. The monster finally won.
He couldn’t fight the grin off his face as he held you tighter, brushing the hair out of your eyes as you slept without a care.
The gentle touch woke you from your pleasant dream, leaving you forced to confront the nightmare that was reality.
“Morning Angel.” A kiss to your forehead left your skin crawling.
“Garou… please-”
“Ah, ah, ah, none of that today. I don’t want to have to gag you again.” His finger booped your nose as if he had just teased you with a toy. The horribly familiar grip on your waist was just as bruising as it was yesterday, and the day before, but it was still a pleasant exchange for the shackles that had kept you in place for the first two weeks you were in Garou’s hideout. The gag had stayed on your face for the same amount of time, but even the memory made your heart seize.
“You’re a monster.”
God, he actually smiled at that.
“Oh, I know, Angel. And soon, you’ll love me for it.” He pauses only to hug you closer. “Just like you used to.”
alright, i just read the red string of somethingness and i rlly like it. but i'd like to ask (humbly) for an alternative ending, where YN does cut the string? cuz i enjoy angst and pain and im not sorry f that.
I actually got a request just like this a few months ago, and never really had the inspiration to write it then, nor do i have it now (i mean cmon that fic was from like 3 yrs ago)
here's the link to that post tho if ur rly itchin for it, it's a small drabble but it'll do!
here’s a request, okay so like i’ve been sad recently so how would Tsuki, Bokuto, and Kenma (separately) cheer up their s/o who’s sad, thank you :) hopefully you do it, if you don’t it’s totally cool!
Cheering Up Sad S/O (Haikyuu!! Headcanons)
*GIFs not mine*
A/N: Thank you so much for the request! Umm, and I know I’m not really qualified to help or anything, but I know one thing that always makes me feel better is laughing. Even if it’s forced, laughing always feels good to me, so maybe it’ll help you too! Anyways, hope you guys enjoy!
Word count: 802
Tsukishima Kei:
Honestly, he doesn’t take you seriously at first.
Let’s be real, Tsukishima is shit with emotions
So he thinks you’re kind of just throwing a fit in the beginning.
Then you start crying or just start being more quiet than usual and then he thinks oh SHIT.
He starts by standing beside you and just awkwardly patting your head.
Then he sighs and brings out the big guns, dragging you to the couch and setting you down there.
He leaves and comes back five minutes later with popcorn, drinks and piles of blankets and he just cuddles you while watching his favorite tv show (documentary about dinos whattt)
I mean ur like crying so u can’t see the screen, right??
He’s got his lanky arms wrapped around you and you’re laying on top of him trying to steady your breathing.
When you do, you give him a small kiss and mutter thank you before untucking your face.
He’ll nod and then ask what you want to watch and that’ll be that.
Basically yeah he’s gonna be extremely awkward around you cuz that’s just Tsukki.
But after he gets over his initial shock and is like “oh crap, I’m the boyfriend here, I’m the one who solves this,” he just gives you his best snuggles under the claim that he’s keeping you warm.
“If you’re tears dry when you’re cold, then you could get hypothermia.”
“Pshh, yeah did the T-rex tell you that?”
He’ll own up to it in the end and legitimately ask if you’re okay. You almost tear up at his sincerity but nod anyways and tackle him in a big hug once more.
(He smiles lightly against your hair and rubs your back while enjoying the feeling of having you against him.)
Bokuto Koutarou:
Usually, you’re just as chipper as Bokuto is, so when you’re down in the dumps, he is too.
Goes emo mode almost instantly when he notices you’re sad.
Then he smacks himself out of it.
He carries you bridal style into a grocery store and lets you pick out your favorite snacks.
Y’all go home and he makes a whole-ass nest of blankets and pillows on the living room floor.
Pillow Fort™
No movies or tv shows with sad scenes are allowed in this domain. Only comedies and fluff flicks.
He’ll feed you candy then beg you to feed him some too.
By the end of the night, he’s given you a massage, a bubble bath, and a cuddle to sleep.
He’s a big teddy bear, but also a solid teddy bear, so he’s a lil hard to snuggle with, but he’s warm so you don’t care.
In the end, expect many hugs and kisses from this man, he is a very physical lover.
And yes, the next day you will get breakfast in bed. Or brunch technically bc you both slept in till eleven.
Kozume Kenma:
This man is a listener. That’s all I gotta say.
He’ll let you vent about everything that’s been going on, and let’s be honest, there’s really nothing better than that.
He’s just about the best guy to have around when you’re sad.
If you want a hug, just ask and he’ll give you one. If you want a kiss, he’ll give you one too.
Honestly, he just wants to see you go back to being your normal happy self, so he’ll appeal to your every wish.
I mean… that’s it.
After you’ve vented all your problems, he’ll ask what else you wanna do.
You want hugs. And that’s a fact.
So yeah, he’ll give you hugs, and then he’ll give you his hoodie, and then he’ll give you his game and show you how to play cuz this boy is 🥺 level 100
He’s been sad before (I mean they all have but Kenma doesn’t like having a sad s/o) so he wants you to feel better as soon as possible.
“You’re pressing the wrong buttons, YN.”
“No I’m not! This game is just STUPID!”
“YOU’RE STUP- I mean, yes the game is very stupid, yes.”
Guess who doesn’t get to touch his gameboy anymore.
By the end of the day, you’re both passed out in bed holding each other. Each of you is swaddled in his huge hoodies and cradling each other closely.
*Next day*
“Kenma, where’s your game? I think I know how to play now.”
“I lost it.”
(Press X to Doubt)
Your fic is so damn good!!! It is made my dayyy~ Thank youu really 🥺🥺❤❤❤
im not sure which fic ur talking about, but either way im glad u enjoyed it!!
I was thinking about a Tendou Satori soulmate au where they can see bits and pieces of their soulmates’ life
i've always considered doing a soulmate au for tendou, but it's been so long since i've watched haikyuu i literally forgot how to get into his headspace for this. also liek how would they see bits and pieces like in dreams or when they in the bathroom like pls explain anon lemme see this folder in ur massive brain
i mean honestly im a sucker for the names on the wrists and thats about it when it comes to the soulmate aus...call me lame idc :(
I have been dying to find out what happens next in reborn, are you still planning to continue it?
Yep, next few chapters are planned, and now that summer’s here, it looks like I’ll get a little time to get started on em!! Glad you like it🥰
Love Me Through the Phone (Bokuto x Reader) (NSFW)
*GIF not mine*
Summary: After Bokuto leaves for an away game on Valentine’s Day weekend, you’re left to handle the day’s pleasures all on your own. There’s just one little problem--nothing comes close to what Bokuto could give you. Luckily, he offers a solution, and though it’s completely out of your wheelhouse, you find yourself desperate enough to give in.
Warnings: smut, phone sex, mutual/guided masturbation, dirty talk, slight praise kink, slight dumbification, edging (if you squint), (gentle) dom!Bokuto
A/N: Happy belated Valentine’s Day! Here’s a lil gift from me to u that I’ve had stuck on my mind for a while. Yes, yes, I know, I ain’t great at writing smut, so if someone else wrote this prompt w/ Best Boi Bokuto™ uhh… *cough cough* sendittomeplsnthx. Enjoy!
Word count: 2731
“So… what are you wearing?”
“Jesus Christ,” you break off into a laugh, picking up the phone.
“Nah, nah, c’mon, I’m serious. We gotta start somewhere.”
Still shaking your head, you lean back on the bed once more, propped up on a few pillows but otherwise completely reclined. “Fine, fine, but anything else like that and I’m gonna have to leave you to your hand.”
“I promise, now c’mon. Tell me.”
“Seriously?”
“One-hundred percent.”
You purse your lips, debating a little. You can feel how much you want it--want him--and when you shift your hips, you can almost feel it soaking uncomfortably against your clothing. He’d texted you minutes ago with a proposition after learning of your predicament last night.
You’d wanted him so bad, but that alone wasn’t enough. Bokuto was off at an away game, and the distance--plus it being Valentine’s Day--only made things worse. You’d tried so hard, even trying to imagine his hand in your own’s place, even his tongue. It was just not enough.
Though, Bokuto didn’t seem to know how to handle the situation either.
“Fine, fine. I’m, uh, I’m wearing that little dress you like-”
“Yeah?”
“-and those silk panties you almost tore that one time.”
“Really?”
“Fuck no. It’s a Monday--I’m wearing sweats and a tank top, and I’m pretty sure there’s at least two rats making babies in my hair.”
“Well at least someone’s getting some.”
“Kou!”
“Sorry, YN!” Bokuto whines, his voice crackling through the line. “But come on! Take this seriously.” He pauses, silence flooding your room.
“Just… let me help you.”
Your thighs subconsciously clench at the tone. It’s so familiar it’s like they’re preparing to be spread apart.
The place between your thighs is soaked by now, far more stirred than you’re letting on. The fact that your voice is still steady surprises even you at this point.
“You’re right, you’re right. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, baby. Just lay back for me, will you?”
“Okay.” Gnawing at your cheek, you make the choice to place Bokuto on speaker, setting him down just beside your shoulder so you can hear his every word. At this point, you’re on your back, head lain on a pillow and hands dancing along the strings of your sweats.
“Comfy?”
“Yeah.”
“Good.” There’s a few shuffles over the phone, and when Bokuto’s voice returns he sounds a little out of breath, a little strained. “Good. Okay.”
“Okay,” you nervously parrot, not really sure what else to do with yourself. Slowly, you’re beginning to gather that neither of you have done this before. Despite Bokuto sounding so confident earlier, he now seems reduced to the same anxious, aroused mess that you are.
“All right, now just…just follow my lead, okay?”
“Mhmm.”
“I want you to go slow, no matter what I tell you. Don’t speed up until I say.” His orders, simply the thought of their implications, leave your fingers twitching closer to your arousal. The need to touch yourself was beginning to leave a yearning that ran rampant through your veins. A single spark filled your stomach with heat.
“Okay.”
“Good,” he exhaled. “Now touch yourself.”
You almost choked on your spit. “Wh-uh, I mean,” your gaze traced along the ceiling frantically, desperately trying to distract yourself from the burning in your cheeks. “Like, where?”
Your question had slipped out without a second thought, and when Bokuto chuckled, the flush spread to your chest.
“Maybe you’re right,” he pondered. “Let’s go slower than that.” A huff, then his voice returned, excited. “All right, I got it. Think of me, all right?”
“Kou, I already tried that.”
“I know, baby, I know. But now you can actually hear me, and you don’t have to imagine a thing. Leave it to me.”
You were grateful he accepted your timid silence as approval.
“Okay, so… think of me touching you, right? Like I’m right there in front of you, baby, and I’m just running my hands all over you-”
“Kou?” you cut him off, blindly picking at your fingernails.
“What’s up? You wanna stop?”
“Can you touch yourself too?” And it’s when he falls silent that you realize how awkward that sounded. “Ah shit, I-I mean, like, I just kinda felt awkward doing it alone and like I felt like if you were doing it too I’d feel better about it and-”
“God, YN, you thought I wasn’t doing that already?”
“What?”
He scoffs, and shame begins to sour your anticipation.
“The second you said you were touching yourself to the thought of me, babe, I was at it. You seriously thought I was gonna sit here and just let you play with yourself while I’m over here just listening?”
“I mean, a little…”
“Shit, YN. I let you tie me up once and suddenly you think I like being blue-balled.”
“Well…”
“It was one time!”
“Whatever, Kou! Can we just…get back to what we were doing?”
“Fine, fine. But we’re discussing this later.”
“Okay, okay. Just get on with it, will you? Please, Kou, I…” you pause, body once more growing aware of the situation between your legs. “I need your help.”
“I know, babe.” Bokuto gulps, taking a second to relax himself once more. You’re busying yourself with fiddling with the bottom of your tank top now, tempted to just lift off the damned thing along with the rest of your clothes.
But you’re a little curious if Bokuto would mind that.
“All right, sweetheart. Like I said, follow my lead.”
You hum.
“I want you to imagine me there, right on top of you, baby. Think of how I’d push your shirt up, how I’d run my hands up your sides. Do that to yourself for me, will you, sweetheart?”
You listen and copy his words, running your hands underneath the cotton hem and brushing your fingertips along your hips, just as Bokuto had done so many times.
Well, it wasn’t perfect. But his voice certainly helped.
“Go up higher, baby. I want you to hold those pretty tits of yours.
“God, I can almost feel ‘em in my hands. So soft, always wanna keep my hands there. So fuckin’ pretty.”
“Kou…” You do as he asks, but it’s not enough. You want more, now.
“I know, I know. But remember, sweetheart, I said we’re taking things slow tonight.”
“But-”
“Now touch yourself. Imagine my hands playing with those cute little nipples of yours, baby. Make ‘em all tight and perky for me.” Hesitantly, you follow his lead. Your fingers draw circles, tug and caress like how you remember he would after long days. How his hands would yank off your shirt before palming and squeezing and stroking. Some days he was really mean, and your hips shifted at the thought of the dark marks he would leave scattered along your chest.
“Feel good?” His voice is breathless, and you’re a little uncertain of whether that means your soft moans had somehow passed through the phone line despite how much you’d suppressed them. Though, Bokuto did like you loud.
“So good,” you pant, hands still toying almost torturously. “But I want more, Kou, please.”
“Fuck, baby, I ever tell you how cute you are when you beg?”
“Kou…”
“Fine, fine. But you know I’d play with your pretty tits longer than that. From now on, let’s go at my pace.”
Fuck. You knew Bokuto had a pace, but when it came to nights like these, it was slower than you’d expect. Though most nights Bokuto jumped you and kept at it like a rabbit, there were just some days where he dragged things out, usually just to hear you beg for him. An ego boost, or whatever. Like he needed it.
“Slowly, sweetheart, bring your hands down to your thighs and spread ‘em, nice and gentle--you know how I’d peel ‘em apart.” He broke off into a grunt. “And t-then stroke the insides of your thighs, baby.”
“Kou?”
“What’s up?”
“Do,” you clench your jaw, telling yourself to get over the embarrassment by now. “-Do you want me to take my clothes off?”
“Fuck, you still have any on? Why?”
“Oh.” You took that as a cue to tear off your tank top and sweatpants, a little ashamed by the eagerness with which you did it. That feeling only grew when you squirmed out of your panties, catching a glimpse of the glistening stain left on them.
An idea hit you, and though you knew it would only make you flush more, you wanted to hear his reaction.
“Kou?”
“Are they off?”
“My panties are soaked.”
The reaction was instant.
“Jesus–fuck,” Bokuto hissed under his breath. You heard something akin to skin on skin as his cursing hitched, and a strangled groan filled your ears.
“Fucking tease,” he rasped when he finally seemed to stop himself from going too far. There was a tension in his voice that warned you he wanted revenge. “Put both hands on that wet little pussy, sweetheart. For that, I wanna hear it.”
Finally. The second your dominant hand made contact with your swollen clit, your hips jerked up without volition. “Sh-it.”
“Nu-uh, YN. Keep them there. Two inside, one on your clit. Nice and slow.”
It was hard to keep a steady, controlled pace. Your hips kept bucking, your back kept arching, and the two fingers Bokuto had ordered deep inside you weren’t reaching that little spot he seemed to have memorized like the back of his hand.
The lone index finger you kept circling your clit wasn’t doing your sanity any favors. The muscles of your thighs began to tremble in sheer desire of some actual force, a little muscle behind the action.
“YN,” Bokuto’s tone was low, warning. The second you’d sped up your hands to meet your needs, Bokuto could hear your closed-mouth whimpers growing higher.
“Kou, please.”
“Hands off, baby. Completely.”
“Wha…” you opened your mouth in protest, reluctantly pulling two soaked fingers out of your weeping hole and forcing your hand away from your clit.
“I told you to listen, baby. And now that’s all you get to do.”
“Kou, what-”
“Ahh, shit.” You slam your mouth shut, biting your lip at the delicious moans echoing through the phone. “Fuck, so good.”
Bokuto’s strained groans come quick and in between pants. You’re positive there’s a sheen of sweat covering his forehead now, his arm flexed and taut as he strokes himself.
“YN, baby. ‘F-Feels so good.”
“Kou,” you plead, gaze a little unfocused as you listen to his moans while forcing your hands to stay at your sides. You feel yourself twitching, clenching around nothing.
“Fuck, wish I was inside you right now.” Throaty moans now filter through the crackling line, so loud you wonder if the neighboring apartment can hear--not that they shouldn’t be used to it by now. “You’re always so fucking tight, sweetheart. Always so wet and tight on my cock.”
“Kou please, let me-”
“Hold on. Just a little more, baby--fffuck. Know you wanna touch yourself. Spread your legs for me, but don’t touch.”
You peel your knees apart once more, frustrated to no longer have any friction to work with. Your hips roll desperately, but it accomplishes nothing but making you more desperate. You can feel your arousal dripping down, now, soaking into the sheets.
“You remember before I left, sweetheart? Remember how I fucked your pretty little brains out? Never seen you like that before, so pretty and crying over how good my cock felt inside you.”
“Yes, Kou, yes! Please, just let me-”
“Said you couldn’t walk the next day. Said I fucked you so good you couldn’t feel your legs, baby. You feel ‘em now? All spread apart and just fucking shaking? If I fucked you right now, sweetheart, you think you could even think straight?”
“No, Kou, fuck I need you so bad.” You threw an arm over your eyes, the other digging into the sheets as you waited and waited for permission.
“You only got your fingers, and you can’t even use ‘em. All you got is me, the thought of me fucking into you, turning your pretty little brain into mush. Making you feel so good all you can do is cry. Baby, I still got those scratch marks on my back.”
“Kou-”
“Just a few more days, sweetheart, and I’ll have you making new ones. For now though, I suppose I could let you play with yourself.”
You almost cried out in relief, hands darting down to your aching, sopping hole, feeling as it drenched each fingertip with ease.
“Three fingers inside. I know you can take it. Pretend it’s me warming you up for my cock, baby, stretching you out and having you dripping all over my fucking hand.”
He’s right, it is a stretch, and you almost whimper when you press your fingers up and against the little pleasure center deep inside you, fingertips just barely brushing.
“Your little clit hurts so good, doesn’t it, baby? You’re being so mean to it aren’t you, rubbing hard circles into it.”
He pauses, breaking off into a drawn-out groan of your name.
“I don’t care. Go faster.”
And you do, and he’s right, and you just can’t bring yourself to care as you press harsh patterns into your clit, struggling to pump your fingers at the same time without losing pace completely and frustrating yourself.
“That’s it. Say my name, baby. Scream my name while you play with yourself. Couldn’t do that by yourself, could you?”
“Kou--fuck!” You clench your eyes shut, arching your back harder as you speed up your desperate ministrations. Heat gathers at your clit from the friction, and your slick is practically gushing now, loud and pornographic.
Bokuto certainly got what he wished--there was no way he couldn’t hear how wet you were.
“You can only touch yourself with my help, can’t you? So fucking good to me, baby. So pretty playing with your tight little hole like that. Dirty little thing.”
“God, fffuck,” you whimper, back arching when your gushing finally reaches its peak.
“You coming?”
“Y-es!”
“I wanna hear who made you feel this good. Who made you play with your own little pussy so good, baby?”
“Kou! Yes, Kou!”
“Good girl. Good fucking girl.” Bokuto moans one last time, loud and guttural, and the slick of your fingers brushing and kneading your clit becomes too much. Your legs, spread wide and strained, shake with the effort as your back arches against the pillows behind you, head tossed back and mouth open in a silent gasp.
Bokuto soothes you on your way down, small “I love yous” and “so good for mes” traveling over the line. When your body finally stops twitching, you lean over and snag your phone, turning it off speaker and pressing it to your ear.
“Thank you, Kou,” you hum softly, lethargic and exhausted. “That was so much better than last night’s shit show.”
“I’m so relieved, baby.” He pauses, humming. “And glad to know you can’t seem to come without me.”
“Yeah, well, good thing you’re coming back soon. This was good, but…” You sit up, staring at his side of the bed, a little unkempt from you rolling over to it in your sleep night after night. “I wish you were here.”
“I know, baby. I wish you were with me too.”
“It’s so lonely without you.”
“I know. I miss you.”
“Plus I finally found out where you hid those handcuffs after that night.”
“Goddamnit, YN, just throw those fucking things out! I’m not getting blue-balled again!”
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