moni

she really doesn’t know how you got like that!

her and ryuu are so loud, and you’re... so quiet. you stick to your room, put your headphones in and do your work. you’re pretty smart, too... so much unlike them.

you’ve always been like that, though.

it’s not until the first time she gets you drunk that she realizes that her feelings stretch way beyond what a sister should feel for her fellow sister. you’re even meeker, face hot as you slur your words and hold onto her arm. 

especially in front of all these men! she brought you along to ryuu’s training camp, and now you’re stumbling and being your cutesy, shy self in front of ukai and takeda. she must be too brash for them, while you fit so submissively into their palms. yet, you still hold her close.

so when she takes you back to the little dorm that you two are to share, she lays you down nice and gentle. you’re already starting to drift off, which makes her work much easier as she pets your hair and lulls you further into relaxation before she comes between your legs. 

“nee-san...” you mumble, the smell of alcohol drifting off your breath. “what are y’doin’...?”

“taking care of my imouto-chan of course...” her voice is always much louder than yours, even when she’s trying to keep it at a whisper. “i want you to sleep well... wouldn’t want you to get a hangover...”

you whine as she licks at your cunt, expertly pleasuring you in a way you could never do yourself. you’re losing it over her mouth and fingers, fingers grabbing at her hair as she slurps at you. 

he can just hear the tune you’re humming.

sometimes, when he listens really hard, he can hear it; especially with the window open. you’re either cooking or washing the dishes, a really good housewife, perhaps he should tell keishin about you... 

hmm. no. he’d rather you be his housewife more than anything. 

right now he thinks you’re cooking, and he really wished you had your window open so he could smell whatever it is. you’ve invited him over for dinner once, but that was before he really started getting it up for you. 

his cock is painfully hard in his pants, something that doesn’t really happen anymore. he can only slowly stroke himself, humming a tune he thinks you’d hum, as watches you on his porch and through your window.

he pulls his cock out, knowing that he’s well hidden from the view of anyone else but you in his little spot. he watches you smile and talk to yourself, and he can only imagine that soft voice moaning for him and begging him for more. 

that makes his cock twitch. well, he’s still got it.

he’s touched himself a hundred times with the thought of you in his mind, but never somewhere you could see him. he must be senile, he thinks to himself... but... this is probably something he’d do if he was keishin’s age too...

ukai imagines your soft mouth that you use to tell him good morning around his cock... thinks of those little hands you water your plants with jerking him off... he thinks about that cute cunt you touch at night on top of him, just riding him.

“iwa-chan! hey, iwa-chan! don’t ignore me, i have something important to tell you!”

“what is it, dumbass?” iwaizumi barely slows to let his friend catch up with him on the way home. 

“why are you in such a rush?” oikawa asks, combing his fingers through his hair. “you missed locker room talk.”

“just tired of hearing about all the douchey things you guys do.”

“well, you missed the best part!” oikawa struggles to keep up. “you know that girl you were telling us about? the one in your class that you’re so in love with?”

“y- yeah...” iwaizumi can’t help but look around, as if you might be in the vicinity. 

“well... hate to break it to ya, buddy.” oikawa jumps in front of him to stop him from walking any further. “but she’s fucking mattsun.”

“what?”

“yeah... after you left... hanamaki told me.” oikawa seems a little too happy. “said that she goes to hang out with them after practice sometimes, and that she always goes home with mattsun. he even has the pictures to prove it.”

“pic- pictures?”

“like...” oikawa gestures with his hands. “of them... you know, fucking?”

“i...” iwaizumi steps around oikawa. “i don’t wanna hear this right now.”

“i’m just trying to help you! if it were me, i would want my amazing best friend to tell me the girl i like was a whore.”

“she’s not a--” iwaizumi stops in his tracks. “she’s not a whore.”

but when he sees you the next day, smiling so brightly at him, it’s the only thing he can think about. whore whore whore.

you slide into the seat next to him, grinning widely. “hi, iwaizumi.”

“hey.” he doesn’t quite look at you, writing something down.

“everything okay?” 

“yeah.”

“oh, okay...” you get your things out.

“do you...” he speaks up, finally facing you. “do you know matsukawa?”

“matsukawa? from the volleyball team?”

“yeah.”

“yeah, i know him.” you nod, and god you must be a whore because your face doesn’t change a bit at the mention. “he’s very nice--”

“cut the shit. i know you guys are fucking.”

“what?” you panic, looking around. “what are you talking about?”

“he was telling everyone on the team.” iwaizumi doesn’t think to lower his voice. “telling everyone that you’re a slut.”

“iwaizumi!” you gasp. “please... can we talk about this somewhere else?”

“no. you led me on, were so nice to me... just to be fucking my teammate? that’s fucking low.”

“i don’t...” you try to hide your face. “people are staring...”

“i don’t care who the fuck sees. and obviously you don’t either. matsukawa has video and apparently he’s showed it to the whole team, too.” 

you look on the verge of tears as he releases his anger. the look on your face quickly makes him regret it. you get up and run out of the class, probably scurrying to the bathroom. everyone who had been staring just lets their eyes linger on iwaizumi. 

↳ “you’re really cute. i like you,” was all he had to say for you to cover your flushed face and question reality. you expected him to pat your shoulder and admit that this was all a prank, but he just kicked at the gym floor and maintained eye contact.

↳ tendou was not predictable in the slightest, so you felt your heart sink as you realised he could be playing with your feelings right now. however, he took a step closer and pulled your hands away, lips pursed as he made a little “hm?” sound. “so? don’t keep me waitin’, sweet peach.”

↳ he’s blushing slightly now, almost tripping as he pulls away and hides his hands behind his back. you’ve made him wait long enough, you decided, so you nodded in acknowledgement and parted your lips. “i, uh, like you too, satori.” his brows raise as he pauses. tendou cracks into a grin a second later.

↳ “really? real sweet of ya’, peach,” he took a few steps towards you again and took your hand in his, admiring the way you broke eye contact and looked anywhere but his eyes. “thank you for likin’ me back, y/n,” he spoke with a soft smile, eyes sparkling as he admired you.

tooru’s forehead feels heavy as it rests between your shoulder blades, his body draped over yours, caging you in as you lean over the edge of the bed.

“practice that bit again”

you’ve been saying the same line over and over, each time your voice getting a little more shaky as his cock curves right up against that sweet, spongy spot inside of you. all of the sentences have started to blur together now, your tears clouding your vision as you tremble to lift up the piece of paper in front of you, the sound of your fingers crinkling the edges complimenting the sticky, wet noises coming from between your thighs.

you can’t even stomach the final part of your vows anymore, your hand blindly searching for tooru behind you instead, “toorunii, n-no more...please”

he’s too far gone though; the image of you in a pretty white dress, dolled up and looking so pure, just for him clouding over anything else.

you’re an absolute vision in his mind as he pushes his cock further, deeper inside of you, your poor walls stretching to accomodate his size as he grips at your hips, eyes squeezed shut to preserve all the details of his fantasy.

there’s nothing you can do other than rest further forward on your forearms, your face smushing into the cold sheets as you listen to the sound of his hips smack against yours — even if he left bruises all over your skin tonight you doubt your fiancé would even notice, always so oblivious to the subtle marks your niisan leaves each time you visit him, your phone always buzzing with a sweet good night message as you wrap your lips further around tooru’s cock during the nights you sleepover.

“fuck”, his breath is right on your cheek, his pace starting to slip as his cock throbs inside your sloppy cunt, “repeat your lines”

it’s what you asked him for help with in the first place anyways — shyly knocking on his door, his hotel room adjacent to yours, the hall eerily quiet as you slipped inside, your skin hot as you glanced up at your niisan, begging him to go through a practice run of your vows, the anxiety of your big day eating away at you.

now the only thing you can think of is the sensation pooling deep inside your abdomen, your hands scratching at the mattress as you tilt your head to the side for air. you don’t even need the piece of paper anymore; toorunii’s helped you memorise your lines perfectly.

even with your voice cracking, you start to recite them under his weight,

“I, s-standing here i-in front of y-you and the people we both l-love so dearly”

god, oikawa wonders what your parents would say, his thoughts racing at the idea of your father leading his precious girl down the isle right into his son’s arms, his body lurching as he imagines all the smiles everyone would have on their faces. no one would ever be able to take care of you like your loving niisan could. he’d protect you, keep you happy, make you feel so special —

“p-promise to always” his head is spinning, his body completely numb as he pounds faster and faster into your tight cunt, his tight cunt; all his, all his, all his —

“always l-love you... i promise to always love you”

your voice is merely above a whisper, shame flooding through your body as you hear oikawa’s growl deep in your ear, his hips thrusting forward one last time as your hole is fills to the brim with his hot, sticky cum.

the tears don’t stop streaming down your face as you feel his mess start to drip down your thighs, painting over the bites your niisan left before he claimed you as his own tonight, his breathy voice sounding out over the cloud of guilt hanging over your head,

“always”