☆ confessions of the night!
— a haikyuu fanfic // historical AUs for the haikyuu-verse men.
synopsis: you never thought you would found yourself entangled with a man like him, and yet here you two were, in the dead quite of the night. together. pairing: afab!reader x aged up!hq men [ft. kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei, oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime, aakashi keiji, ushijima wakatoshi, keishin ukai] cw: fluff and sm*t. first times for all. inexperienced reader x inexperienced haikyuu men. yearning. triggers specified for all characters down below. mdni. old m.list | new m.list
☆ the cruel price, kageyama tobio;
cw: sm*t. p in v. cre*mpie. m*ssionary position. kageyama's a softie. fluff at end.
"father, i shan't marry that man! he-he's hic-! cruel!" you cried, eyes rimmed red and raw from your many-a-protests. your father held up a firm hand, his voice booming over the empty council hall. "your fate had been pre-decided when you were a mere child. you shall marry kageyama tobio. do not utter another word in protest."
no amount of jabs, cries and whines could deter your father. your fate was pre-decided, and fates were often cruel than not. you were to marry him. him. kageyama tobio. despite everyone knowing just how cruel he was, you had no choice but you give yourself away in the holy matrimony. nothing of which was holy!
god! self-centered, egoistic, with eyes sharp and wits sharper, kageyama never got along with anyone, always in his own lonesome company. you couldn't believe you could ever marry a man like this, much less come to fall in love with him.
after marrying him, you expected a tyrant king, a man maddened with power and hungry with bloodlust. instead, you found a reserved, ambitious young man. he didn't talk to you much, only showing face with you in public when necessary. but slowly... his walls came crumbling down, and behind the mask of cruelty, you found a lonely boy. eventually, you fell in love. it was hard not to. your love was quiet, it washed over you like the gentle laps of waves on a beachy shore. you weren't even sure how it happened, just that one day, you looked you at your husband and realized you loved him. you loved him. but did he?
to find answer to this question, you had knocked on his door, chest heavy with anticipation and eyes darting to find solitude in his silence. it was far too late in the night. when he had opened his chamber doors to you, his brows were furrowed.
"yes, m'lady?" he asked, sleep still lingering in the crevices of his words. you blinked up at him, your resolve now faltering. "i—" you sighed, looking down to the exquisite marble. "i just... something weighed on my chest. i wanted to have a conversation with you."
"yes?" he sounded puzzled but he opened the door further in for you. as you walked inside, he closed it. the guards outside cast their sharps gazes at the door, ready for if a tragedy were to strike.
you turned around, your eyes glossing over his handsome features. "your majesty—"
"tobio." he interrupted you. "just tobio is enough when we're alone. these formalities can be left for the world to see."
"i see... t-tobio." your voice cracked at the mention of his name. "there is something I have to ask."
"yes?"
"do you love me?"
he blinked at your question. his eyes met yours as cherry red blossomed all across his cheeks. "i do not know how to answer that..."
oh, but he had found a way to answer it, anyway. his hand interlocked with yours, his sharp eyes gazing into yours as the crowned tip of his cock circled your weeping entrance. your jaw hung agape as the intrusion of his member forced your entrance open. your eyes glossed over, "t-tobio?"
concern lined his brows, "does it— it hurts?" he was quick to still himself. you shook your head, squeezing his hand with your own, "no... no. please keep going."
he leaned down, pressing his lips to your rather chastely. his thick girth entered you inches upon inches, and your inviting cunt swallowed them graciously — like it was all she was made for. by the time he bottomed out, you gasped into his warm mouth, "s-so full."
he laughed against you, airy, "should I...?"
you answered it with another kiss, and he reeled his hips back and jammed them back in together. he started off slow, with careful movements that felt like he was just testing the waters, seeing how far in he could push you before you were to break. then, as the vigour of your words and the clenches of your pussy increased in fervour, he snapped his pelvis to yours. the lewd rhythm resounded throughout the vast chambers, coming back to you with such a sinful echo — especially when punctuated with his heavy groans and your sweet mewls.
your stomach began to tighten, eyes clenching shut as he kept fucking you feverishly. your thighs stung, breath stuttered and nipples brushed against his naked chest. "aaah—?! nghh—" you struggled to find the words to explain the explosion in your chest, something that tingled from the base of your skull to your tailbone. "i-it's... tobio." and that's all you could say, the chant of his name like it was something holy.
at the constant pulses of your warm cavern, kageyama groaned and felt himself coming undone. he released wispy ropes of pearlescent cums that sloshed about your insides. you felt warm — even more so as he collapsed atop you.
your skins stuck together with a clingy film of sweat, your breaths being surrendered into the crooks of each-other's neck. your lips wobbled out a rosy grin, "does... does this mean the feelings are reciprocated, your majesty?"
he raised his face to meet yours. he was just as flushed as you, with droopy eyes and wettened locks of hair. he gave you a grin, something which was hard to get from such a cruel prince. "why would they not be for my wife?"
you smiled, tracing a finger over his cheekbone, "i must confess. i had a much different image of you in my head."
he leaned into your touch, allowing his eyes to fall shut as he melted into the humanly warmth of your palm. "does this one compare?"
"it pales in comparison." your smile widened, "you're perfect."
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☆ the irksome prince, tsukishima kei;
cw: enemies to lovers core. bickering. sort of hate s*x?? p in v. m*ssionary. they argue the entire time. tsukki's a dick, honestly.
"he seems like a fine lad!" your father had announced, rejoiced when the proposal for your hand had come from the kingdom of sendai. they wanted to marry their younger son to you. "intellectual, with a lithe body. he will surely make a fine husband for you, my child!"
and in theory, tsukishima kei was all you could dream off in a husband. tall, with sharp wits and handsome features. any woman would be overjoyed to call such a man her husband, but for you — this was not the case. for when you were married to tsukishima, toh realized wonderfully quick that he was not just a man with sharp wit, but with a rather sharper tongue.
"you have brought me the joy of stepping on my foot for the seventh time this evening, princess." he grunted, matching his steps with your own as the two of you twirled to the sound of the gentle waltz. you smiled, "have i? how about an eighth—?!" stomp.
he winced, eyes narrowing as a retort already formed on his lips. "you know what they say, eighth time is the charm."
the ball was for a charity, something that was tsukishima's idea. and although the event was going as wonderfully as one could expect, you and him were having the worst nights of your life. you couldn't help the bickering! not after how that meanmouthed man acted around you!
it was after the ninth time that you stepped on his foot and he made some comment, that you decided that you were going to confront this beast of a man today. knock some sense into him! tell him he couldn't possibly torment you with his words for the rest of your life!
as the event wrapped, the members of the royal family began to disperse back to their rooms. you had fixed your eye on today's target, though. you find yourself swiftly carrying yourself through the exquisite stone carved corridors to his room.
knocking, you awaited a response. when the door was pulled open to show him, he looked at you with a rather loud, irritated sigh. "how do you wish to torture me now?"
you tried to steady your breathing, stop your vision from fogging over red as you all but jumped your own husband. you attempted to smile, "may i come in for a quick chat?"
he opened his door wider, letting you in, but not without another little quip. "finally here to apologize for the thousands of times you had stepped on my foot tonight, princess?"
you watched him shut the door behind you and you turned, "i do not fancy you in the slightest."
at first, tsukishima just blinked — slow and steady. then, he barked out a jagged laugh, "and? the feeling is very mutual."
you took a step forward, "you are arrogant and insolent! you pretend as if you are a man of intellect but deep within, you are more alike to a toddler than a man!"
his face fell for a second, "and?"
his calmness unnerved you. your gaze darted about the room — from his face to the ceiling to the door behind him. you struggled to repeat the script you had thought of, "a-and nothing. that— that is all."
tsukishima kei scoffed. his eyes held you in deep regard as he stepped closer. "let us look at this from an objective point of view, hm? you — my dear wife — storm into my room, look me in the eye and accuse me of being an arrogant, insolent man." he paused, "what turn did you think this conversation would take?"
you swallowed, "i... i just wanted to share the grievances of my heart. that is all." you quickly bowed, "i will leave now, if you shall allow me."
as you brushed past him, quick in your step to get out of this increasingly stuffy room, tsukishima grabbed you by the wrist. he glanced back at you, grinning, "you cannot do what you just did without facing consequences for it."
the consequences of it came in the form of his length sinking into your velvety heat, slow and steady. his palms splayed against your naked waist, bringing your body down as he all but impaled you on the pink, glistening tip of his length.
you threw your head back, "nhghh— y-you said just an inch—?!"
and that was indeed, the deal. tsukishima kei had told you he would just ease the tip in, that he wouldn't even think of going forward anymore. but now, he was getting greedy. pulling you down to sink yourself fully onto his length.
his eyes met yours, "did I say that?"
you nodded, grinding down slowly despite the protests on your lips. slowly, you felt him bottom out. your eyes fluttered shut, "y-you did."
"oh, i apologize." he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your sweaty, naked body close to his as he began rutting upwards. his jaw ticked, words heavier, "i'm such an- hah- an arrogant, insolent fool that i forget my own words."
"kei." you would have thrown his a nasty glare had it not been for the smooth roll of his pevis under yours. he shifted your body, tugging it up and down in time with his own desperate thrusts so that you and him could be closer, could feel each other deeper.
his hot breath fanned across your face, his narrow eyes drowning in waves of ecstasy as you began moving in tandem with him, matching each of his vigorous thrusts with the up and down motion of your body. you gushing, pulsating cunt swallowed him whole so perfectly, that it was hard to ever think that there was a time where you and tsukishima weren't like this — tangled limbs and desperate kisses.
you gasped into his mouth as his pace increased in fervor, as he rocked you in his lap and your slick, honeyed luster fell down to his thighs. he snaked a hand in between your juncture of your sexes, thumbing your swollen, hungry clit. your jaw hung open, "kei! n-not there... p-please."
he only smirked deeper at your pleading mewls, feeling your slick cling to his thumb, "you surely are gushing waterfalls for an arrogant, insolent man like me, hm? how pathetic."
you rolled your eyes in time with your hips, "i-if my words hurt you so, there is no reason to- to do this with me, your royal ma-majesty."
"oh?" he thrusts upwards harder and you gasped, "but then who else do i go to, other than my wife?"
"s-such nonsense." you groaned, and he grinned. "are you not mine, dear?"
"e-enough." and you weren't sure if you were saying that to stop his nonsensical, jabbing blabber or the delicious roll of his cock inside you. well, probably not the latter.
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☆ the cocky prince, oikawa tōru;
cw: again, bickering. semi-public s*x. c*nnilingus. dirty talk. oikawa is trashykawa in this one, guys.
you, aged five, stuck your tongue out at prince oikawa of sendai, "i hope you marry the ugliest woman to ever grace the planet!"
he, aged seven, stuck out his tongue much the same, mocking you. "oh then, i would have to marry you!"
"ugh!!"
"ugh!!!"
and though, the two of you had huffed and puffed and teased each other as two doe-eyed kids, you didn't expect those words to be your reality at the age of twenty. you were to marry oikawa tōru, the prince of a kingdom not too far from yours. at first, you were excited. it was... tōru, after all. sure, you hadn't had any say in your marriage and you hadn't seen the man in over a decade but it was tōru! out of a sea of men, this was definitely not the worst choice!
you regretted thinking that one week into your marriage. oikawa tōru was insufferable! he was cocky, bratty and always seemed to take you for a joke! if you could dismember him limb for limb, you would have! alas, your position as his wife didn't allow for the luxury.
it had now been six months since your courtship to the prince. six months of enduring him in those fancy galas and parties. six months of wanting to either bruise his lips with a bunch or a... kiss. it seemed like the last of which was coming true today.
the carriage jostled, making you and oikawa jump in your seats. he murmured something unintelligible under his breath and you turned your head away to the side to avoid looking at him.
"my, my." he finally uttered out loud, as if finally seeing you ignoring him. "first, these wretched paths and now, my wife seems to be in a mood."
you snapped your head to him, "no such thing, your majesty."
"the least you could do is smile to sell it." he mused.
you stretched your lips into the fakest, toothiest smile you could muster. grunting, thereafter, "this will do, sire?"
he shivered, dramatic in his rejection. "how rather gruesome. better not to smile at all."
you relaxed your face and looked to the side again. you two had been returning from one of the many diplomatic parties from the next kingdom. the road to the castle was bumpy and it was far too dark at night for the carriage to pick up speed. so, you and your husband sat in tormenting silence, waiting for the journey to come to an end. oikawa tōru sat right in front of you, arms folded, with that amused look in his eyes as he watched you. that was, until, the carriage jostled again and propelled him right against you!
you yelped as oikawa's face hovered right in front of you, both of his palms glued to your chest as he heaved. his eyes scanned your eyes, then your lips, and then your eyes. then, he stuttered. oikawa tōru stuttered. "a-apologies."
you expected him to pick himself back again, to settle back in his seat with haste. instead, the man pressed closer to you. your eyes widened at his actions, "h-his royal majesty...?"
"you're my wife." he said as if the statement was a fact, which it was. your lips trembled as you came to answer him, "y-yes...?"
"and I am your husband?" his eyes lingered against the curve of your lips as he hummed, "yes?" you managed a shy nod and he smiled, "then, is it... permitted for me to...?"
he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. next you knew, your heart hammered in your chest as you fixated your gaze on the man kneeling in front of you. he was under the shy covers of your ballgown, his hot breath steaming against your quivering cunt as he lapped up beads of arousal from you.
"t-tōru—?!" you clamped a hand shut across your lips, biting back the obscene iterations of his name. it was quiet outside and any unwelcome noise could tip the guards off to stop the carriage and check inside. you didn't want them to find you and your husband like this, with his face nestled in between your heat.
"never thought it to be so... so sweet." oikawa latched his mouth against your clit, suckling and kissing like a man starved as his long fingers circled the rim of your entrance. you bucked into his face, fisting the leathery covering of your seat in protest. this was torture. ofcourse, it was! he had found another way to boil your blood — this time by submitting you the whims and wishes of his tongue and mouth. oh, you hated that mouth. that smart mouth of his! and now, the very same was plastered to your throbbing core as arousal gushed out of you. he licked it up like an animal!
he teased his fingers inside and you bit down your lips, eyes rolling back to your skull as he pumped his digits in time with his lewd kisses on your cunt. the way he kissed you, it was so obscene — all loud squelches and drunken words. he kissed your inner thigh, and though you were devoid of the visuals, you could make out the satisfied hum in his voice, "hm, you're saccharine like."
your face flushed, eyes shutting to save yourself the torment of his words, "d-don't utter... such— hah, nonsense."
"nothing." a smooch to your thigh, "wrong." a smooch trailing inwards. "with." a smooch to your other thigh. "uttering." a smooch right onto your clit. "the truth, hm?" and then, he lost himself back into the feeling of your shy hole fluttering around his fingers.
you bet your sanity on a lost game, half-wondering if he had ever done it — done this — before, for it was absolutely proposterous for him to be doing so well on his very first try.
you felt your body tense, knees weaken you felt his swipe the tip of his pink, sultry muscle against your clit and submit his fingers to pet your gooey inside. a few more pumps and you were screaming out a rendition of his name, shaking your head and trying to push him away. you had never felt like this. never felt so warm and electric — positively buzzing in every sinew of your body.
at the sound of your scream, the carriage came to a crawling halt. by the time the guards snagged the carriage door open, concerned, they were met with a vision of a very flushed and sweaty you — shying your gaze away from them on one side, and on another, a flushed and sweaty oikawa — who was grinning like he had just been crowned king. he waved the heady air, "'twas nothing. the lady seemed to have caught sight of a bug."
the guards cocked an eyebrow, "that is all, your majesty?"
"indeed." oikawa nodded and you didn't miss the glint in his eyes as he faced you. "shut the door and resume the journey. there is still an hour to the castle, hm? leave us be. we are fine. more than so."
his eyes bore into yours, "is it not the truth?"
you swallowed hard and nodded meekly, "y-yes. it is."
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☆ the restrained kingsman, iwaizumi hajime;
cw: yearningggg. mutual yearning. class divide?? p in v. both m and f org*sms. oikawa cameo.
you watched iwaizumi hajime stand tall, standing behind your brother, the prince oikawa tōru. you had watched iwaizumi all your life, growing up with him as he was your brother's keeper — his personal knight. he was never to be someone you were supposed to like, someone who's station was beneath you, someone who was to just protect your kin. but you couldn't help but fall for him.
he was straight forward in his words, not sugarcoating them even when the result could have led to him being guillotined. he was loyal, fiercely so. he was admirable, both in his leadership and in his cool-headed decision making skills. and... well, my my, you would either have to be a fool or someone blind to not notice his physique — broad shoulders, with taut muscles running along the expanse of his entire body. he was heavenly. and also, your brother's keeper.
though you had seen how he and your brother were the closest of companions, the same relationship never extended to you. iwaizumi never looked at you as a friend, much less a lover. he held his gaze lower, bowing and addressing you with the utmost respect. no matter how many times you insisted of him to shrug off the formalities, it seemed to only spur him on to hold his guard up higher. he only treated you by your station, as the younger princess of the kingdome he was to lay his life for.
but years of yearning had built up, snowballing into a catastrophic decision that was leading to the events of tonight.
the night before your engagement to the prince of the nearby kingdom, you found yourself at kingsman iwaizumi's door. he opened the door, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he took in your figure. as he registered your presence, immediately, his eyes widened. he bowed, "p-princess...?"
you stepped inside without permission, locking his door behind you. his eyes shot between the looming metal door and you, standing in front of it. you stepped forward and he stepped backward. you stepped forward again and he stepped back again in tandem. it would have been hilarious, if not for the thunderous beast called your heart in your chest. you could barely hear anything over the sound of the blood rushing through your ears.
"as... as you know, i am promised to be betrothed to the prince tomorrow." your words shook but you steeled your body, your tongue. "i just wanted you to know that though you do not see me as nothing more than the princess... i have always fancied you, kingsman iwaizumi."
his narrow eyes blew open at your admission. he swallowed and you watched his adam's apple bob in his throat. he fisted his hand, quickly unfisting afterwards. his expression quickly returned to normalcy, but there was a strain in his words. "i see. very well." he fisted his hand again, then unfisting it. "but you should rest, princess. it is... very late."
you lowered your bleary gaze, nodding, "understood." you turned around to open the door, to run away from the blunt rejection before tears of humiliation dotted your eyes but instead, you found his fingers circle your wrist as he pulled you back. before you knew, his lips were slotted against yours. you melted into him. h-he was kissing you?!
"forgive me." he grimaced against your lips, pulling your entire body tight against his own. "forgive me, for i am to cross all boundaries marked by my station."
now, you gasped out iterations of his name as his cock kissed the deepest parts of your cunt. your fingernails dug into his back, eyes rolling back as he drove his hips inside you with such gushing fervour.
"iwa—!" you cried out, tightening both the loop of your hands around his neck and the snug fit of your pussy around his length. he grunted at the sound of your voice, ruined at the way your sweet warmth sucked more of him in with every inch in. "p-princess. you're making such utterly lewd— hah, lewd noises."
you were babbling, nodding, "only for you! o-only for you, iwa—!"
"hajime." he kissed your jaw, drinking the river of sweat beading from your temple and trailing down your jaw. your cunt hugged him tighter as you moaned his name, "hah—! hajime! i-it feels heavenly nghh—!?!"
"lord." he groaned, licking a fat, primal stripe up your sweaty neck. your stomach curled inwards as his voice punctuated the entirety of his sleeping quarters, "w-why didn't you tell me sooner? i have held back- haah- for so, so long, princess."
your eyes nearly bulged out of your head as he paced his strokes quicker, harsher, harder, bullseyeing your insides with each snappy thrust. as you came, he groaned in your ears, "i-i have held back these obscene thoughts back for s-so long, only to have you like this?"
"haji..." your words got caught in your throat at his admission. your hands planted themselves against his flushed face, holding him gently. his eyes met yours and softened. a soft admission of your name finally on his lips.
a few stutters of his hips against yours and he was pulling out in haste, dumping his porcelain seed against your thighs. you looked at the kingsman, wide-eyed and flushed. he looked much the same, as if he couldn't believe what had transpired just mere moments ago.
shaking, he leaned forward, capturing your lips in a desperate kiss. when he parted from you, his forehead rested against yours, "do not marry that man. i beg you."
you nodded, already making a promise beyond your control, "i would never."
──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!
☆ the disciplined treasurer, akaashi keiji;
cw: keiji's kind of a freak in this one guys. f*ngering. overstimulation. female org*sm. service dom keiji.
the treasurer of your kingdom was a patient, level-headed, disciplined man. someone who took his role as the treasurer seriously. your father, the king, couldn't stop singing his praises — how honed to his craft he was, how precise in his calculations, how intelligent. you, on the other hand, found the treasurer intriguing for other reasons.
he was handsome — lean, with muscles rippling in his arms and thighs. you often found him training in the armoury with the soldiers. he was just... so handsome. intelligent, whilst looking all that handsome? rather unfair, wasn't it? the deity above surely had favourites and akaashi keiji was certainly his favourite. and god's favourite had positively scrambled your head.
the treasurer was just an object of your fantasies, just someone you could think of in those lonesome nights in your chambers. you knew you couldn't marry him, or even think to marry him. he was beneath your station. he was beneath you. that didn't stop you from sneaking glances, or weaving futile fantasies in your head, though. sometimes, you almost made yourself believe he was looking back at you, catching you looking at him with those sharp eyes of his.
then one night, you approached him in his office — where he was buried between stacks of notebooks and glistening glass bottles of ink. his eyes were heavy with sleep, but he raised his head up to meet your eyes. he stood immediately, bowing, "princess."
"sire akaashi, are you still working...?"
"yes." he cleared his throat, shaking his head as if to shrug off the sleep that clung onto so desperately. "a few bothersome documents." you shied your gaze away from him as he asked, "what brings you here, princess? at such an odd hour of the night?"
you blurted out the statement before he could think, or you could. "i fancy you."
you knew akaashi's answer before it ever came. he was to reject you, of course. not even out of contempt, but out of his duty to his post! instead, he swallowed and paused. for once, you had the ever-smart treasurer dumbfounded. now, you knew he was possibly calculating the possibility of his public execution if he attempted to romantically link himself to the princess. you knew it was futile, yet you fiddled your thumbs and looked at him with those beautiful eyes of yours.
akaashi finally circled 'round his table, approaching you with those heavy eyes of his, "princess... you certainly do know that we cannot be together. i am not of any match for you."
you swallowed meekly, "i understand. the truth weighed heavy on my heart, so, i had to confess is all."
his lips curved, if only slightly at your hushed voice. "but... i— i am to serve you, to serve the throne." he inched closer, "i am at the behest of your commands, princess. just... tell me what to do."
now his door was shut tight, his broad body pressed against yours as his forehead rested against yours. your breath intermingled with his as he curled his fingers inside you. your dress had been hiked up to your hips, your glistening core dripping down to his hardwood work desk as he submitted his face in the crook of your neck and sniffed in, slow and deep. your scent drove him crazy. your hands tugged at his hair, "s-sire—!"
"keiji." he mumbled against your skin, "just keiji. say it so."
your heart leaped to your throat, right where he was kissing you as you said, "k-keiji...?"
"hm?" he grinned dopily against your skin, and you could almost see his sanity waning with each curl of his fingers inside you. your chest arched into his chest, your eyes clenching shut as you felt him coax yet another orgasm out of your weak body, "it— haah... so warm."
"does it feel good?" he enquired, as if the details were to be documented. you nodded, quick and easy as the tip of digits searched for your gooey spots. he scissored your insides with ease, "have you ever done this before, hm?"
you shook your head, embarrassed at the answer. he smiled, sly and soft, at your shy attempt at communication, "if you wish to stop, just say one word and i shall."
your hands clamped down on his shoulders, face paling at the idea of him stopping. "n-no. please... do not halt."
your velvety pussy pulsed around his fingers, and though it was you who was being unraveled, the man in front of you seemed more distressed. he hissed through clenched teeth, feeling you tug at his fingers with such fervour. if you were sucking in just his digits so well, how would you his aching cock? well, he couldn't possibly think that. he couldn't possibly defile the princess.
so, instead he massaged your gummy walls with his achy fingers as if that was his sole job in the entire world, as if it was the very thing he had been created for. you mewled, throwing your head back as he continued playing with you despite your already near-splitting sanity.
"keiji-!" you whined, "too- too much."
"oh?" he pulled his face back from the crook of your neck, giving you a ruining smile, "did i serve you well, princess?"
heat broke across your face, both from his sweet words and from the gentle strokes of his fingerpad against your swollen nub. he was relentless. "y-yes..."
"good." he grinned, "that is what i am here for. to serve you."
as your orgasm dripped down your sex and down his wrist, you watched the man pull out his fingers and suck them off languidly. your eyes widened at the filthy action of such a patient, prim and proper man. he was surely not the treasurer your entire kingdom admired. no. this man was primal with need.
"like the sweetest nectar." once satisfied with his cleaning, akaashi leaned back in against you, capturing you in such a sinful kiss. he mumbled against your mouth, "taste yourself, princess."
you halted his movements, eyeing down the tent in his pants, "i... i wish to relish in the taste of your instead."
akaashi smirked, "your wish is my command, princess."
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☆ the stoic crowned prince, ushijima wakatoshi;
cw: size kink. he is simply too big. making it fit. p in v. cre*mpie. multiple rounds. m & f org*sms. ushijima's a softie. fluff, to be honest.
your husband, the crowned prince, hated you. you were sure. ushijima wakatoshi was a formidable man — tall, hulking, intimidating. he possessed every quality of a good ruler, someone who took care of their kingdom with utmost pride and honesty. however, the man seemed to be severely lacking in the husband department. severely lacking.
you hadn't expected love to blossom between the two of you after tying the knot. this was a political alliance, after all. but you had expected that after a year of refering you as his wife, something would simmer in his heart, something akin to love, if nothing more. but no. instead, your husband only spoke to you in strict one-liners and carefully chosen words. you were growing frustrated. was he to never love you? were you to find another lover whilst you were here?! did he have another lover you hadn't caught wind of?!
when enough of your frustrations had boiled your blood, you came to the crossroads of a haunting decision — either to confront him, or to live with his silence forever. taking your pick, you decided to go into your husband's sleeping quarter late one night and close the door shut behind you.
he immediately stood from the edge of the bed, where he was previously sitting. as he regarded you with that intimidating stare of his, you couldn't decide if he was mad or unbothered by your arrival. he addressed you with a nod, "crown princess."
"your royal highness." your words came out breathless and timid, like one look from him had shattered all your confidence. "i-i wish to... enquire something."
he cocked an eyebrow, "indeed. anything."
"do you... do you have contempt in your heart? towards me?" his narrow eyes widened slowly, as you continued your ramble, "i understand that this marriage was a political alliance and i understand that perhaps i am not the woman you had hoped to find. but please, please, tell me the truth. do you wish you had not married me? if that is the case, tell me so. i do not wish to spend years fighting for your affection only for it to never come— mmph—?!"
your body went slack as ushijima closed the gap between you two, cradling your face in his hands as his lips pressed against yours. he was so much taller than you, broader too. at the force of him, you couldn't help but stagger back.
a swipe of his arms and he had picked you up against his chest, still kissing you. despite his physique, he treated you as if you were a porcelain doll. setting you down on the bed slowly, the man had that same expression — if only changed by the lusty droop of his eyes and flushed tinge of his cheeks. he rasped, "forgive me for my words, but you speak a lot."
you bit your tongue, "apologies."
"as for the truth." he looked down to your lips from your eyes, "i shall give it to you if you so demand it. but a question arises, can you handle it?"
and truthfully, you could not. it was too much. he was too much.
anyone with eyes could see ushijima wakatoshi to be a big man, you just hadn't assumed that the... bigness extended to his cock. thick, girthy, with veins littering his entire shaft. his cock, at it's full length, was enough to make a grown woman think twice about how she could possibly take it. and it was this very predicament that had stopped your husband from ever seeking you out romantically. he didn't want to hurt you. but how could he ever when you were practically drooling for him?
the very same inches of his achy cock filled you up. you felt like you couldn't breathe, as if his cock was lodged all the way to your lungs.
your eyes widened, lips parted in a never-ending gasp as he managed to sink one more inch of his thick, long shaft inside you. his eyes met yours, a careful expression in them. "i— i am aware if might be too much for you—"
"no." you shook your head instantly, looping your arms around your husband's neck. "no... it feels good. truly."
he blinked at your lewd expression, at the look in your eyes that begged him to bury his cock deeper into you even as you were physically breaking. his breath shook, "a-are you certain?"
you nodded with even more fervour, and ushijima brought his gaze to the obscene bulge of your cunt as it struggled to accomodate him. you were struggling as it was, with your velvety pussy trembling out rivers of slick that coated his entire shaft. you couldn't possibly take more. he couldn't possibly make you endure something like that.
"toshi..." your soft voice pulled his eyes back to your face. you had never called him that before. nobody had ever called him that before. he was the crowned prince ushijima wakatoshi but to you, he was just your husband. your toshi. "more. please."
he grit his jaw, almost cumming at your determination to take him whole. "promise me you won't break."
"i would not— nggh—?! haaah—!" the words had barely left your mouth when ushijima bottomed out inside you. your pussy walls clung to him, spasming with a maddening pulse as you felt yourself orgasming just from his fullness. he slapped his pelvis to yours, sinking himself into your addictive cunt over and over again. it didn't take him long, just a few deep strokes and he was painting your walls white.
his breath came heavy as he looked at you. "a-apologies. i... i have never felt something this heavenly before. i... lost control."
"toshi— toshi, toshi, toshi." you used that wretched name again and again, pulling him closer by his neck and babbling, "again. i wish to feel you again."
he hadn't even had a moment to catch his breath yet, and here you were, begging for another? he felt his erection harden inside your cunt, plugging the oozing orifice once more. he pressed his forehead to yours, his ragged breath in sync with yours. "promise me you would not break."
"i promise."
and for the first time in a long year, you watched your husband grin, "then, i shall."
──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!
☆ the elusive commander, keishin ukai;
cw: age difference. perv!reader x perv!ukai. power dynamics. d*bcon. c*nnilingus. overst*mulation. female org*sm. punishment??? DO NOT READ IF NOT COMFORTABLE.
the commander of the army was closer in age to your father than he was to yours. strong jaw, stronger biceps and even stronger legs. perhaps it was a sin to want the man so carnally, especially with all the years setting you apart but... it was ever a fantasy! not like you would ever get to be keishin ukai's wife!
he was unwed even at his ripe age, a state of affairs that left you dumbfounded. he was so handsome, what was stopping him from acquiring a lovely wife? there were rumors that swirled about him — everything from impotency to multiple illegitimate children. but the technicalities of his unmarried life never bothered you, for you were just a sweet little peach hoping to catch a glimpse of him every once in a while.
you had only watched the commander from a safe distance, observing him when the councilmen met and your father dragged you to court to mingle with them. he never spoke to you, limiting himself to the other counselmen. you assumed you were invisible to him — understandably so. you were younger, clearly off the table, and not so perverted to dream of a man old enough to be your father, correct?
you knew very few things about him. he was fond of his cigars, he was good with his sword and other than that, he had this odd habit — to train once the night fell, when almost everyone in the castle was asleep.
you had watched him for a few nights in a row. nothing serious, just a small peek of his training form to get you a good night's sleep.
today too, you peeked around the corner of the armoury, seeing his formidable form slice the thin air into two. at first, your gaze was innocent but then as you watched on, you noticed sweat glistening across his taut muscles. his moves were precise, his muscles simmered under the surface of his battle-scars worn skin. heat pooled in your stomach and despite being the eldest daughter of a nobleman, you found your fingers slipping under the hem of your dress. this was wrong. but no one was to ever find out, right?
your fingers pried your lips open, teasing the slit and you had just lost yourself to the sensation of pleasure when you noticed ukai meet your eyes. you froze, immediately pulling your hand out and stepping behind the armoury with a thundering chest. perhaps... perhaps he didn't notice! but that theory was soon discarded as he came to stand in front of you — flushed and sweaty.
he raised an eyebrow, "i have seen you before."
your breath staggered. had he seen you look at him for the past few nights. you lowered your gaze and shivered, "w-what, commander ukai?"
"in the counsel meets." he hummed, crossing his arms over his naked chest. "what are you doing here at this odd hour?"
before you could stutter out a pathetic reply and bolt, his eyes fell to your fingers — ones glistening with your slick.
"perhaps i know." amusement flickered in his irises, "having trouble with something at hand?"
and that is how you ended up in the armory, the door hastily shut as he had perched you on one of tables. ukai lowered himself to the ground, throwing your legs on either side of his naked upper torso as he kissed your wet heat. and once he started, he didn't stop.
now, twenty minutes later, your thighs shook with your second impending orgasm. you wanted to sob, to cry and to run off as far as your wobbly legs would carry you, but all of those options were futile. ukai had your thighs jammed with his beefy arms, pinning you down to the table so deliciously as he ate you as a man starved.
"quit your squirming, now." he grumbled against your heat, tightening his grip impossibly evermore around your skin. you were sure your thighs were to bruise, with the imprints of his lips and tongue still etched to your core when he were to finally part from you.
your back arched, hands struggling to grasp onto his longer locks. your orgasm was right there, as if awaiting your ruination. you could barely hold your tongue, too busy thrashing and squirming against his masculine body. "k-keishin! lord— augh— a-again—!?"
you felt his lips stretch into a grin against you, felt his arms pull your heat closer till his nose nudged your clit with every maddening stroke of his tongue. you covered your mouth with your hands, choking on muffled tears. "pleasepleaseplease— oh, keishin—!"
he sucked on your sweet heat, lapping up the nectar until he was sure there was none more to come. once done with his fill, he finally tilted his head back to look up at you. you had heard so many rumors of the man — ranging from him being an elusive commander to being the castle's most prominent manwhore. as the bottom of his face glinted lewdly in the dark, you found the latter to come true.
he wiped your honeyed slick off with the back of his hand, quickly darting his tongue out to collect it from his skin and onto his mouth. as if he hadn't had enough of this, of you.
"you see..." he started off slow, watching you like a hawk, monitoring every miniscule detail like the twitch of your thigh or the sweat drop beading on your temple. "it is not a rather noble thing to do. watching others without them knowing."
"w-what?"
"w-what?" he laughed, mocking your expression. "i have quite the eye, woman. do you think you have been rummaging around at night, watching me train without me seeing you?"
you swallowed thickly, finding your mouth drier than a dessert. he leaned closer to you, hooking his index beneath your jaw to match your bashful gaze. "hopefully, you have learnt your lesson now."
you swallowed, pressing your thighs together as he lifted himself up from between you. your teary gaze fell to the floor, "apologies, commander ukai."
you began to lift your body off of the table to walk back to your chambers when he nudged open your legs and slotted his body in between them. his eyes gleamed as he grinned, "who ever said that your punishment was over, now?"
a.n: NOT PROOFREAD. i have been thinking of making this since my knight!daichi fic. so, here it is. i am a sucker for anything historical so this is my submission to the haikyuu fandom. enjoy the filth mwuah mwuah. tagging: @sousblogga [lmk if you wanna be tagged in my fics! i will add you guys!] old m.list | new m.list























