the sour collective; ❝where's my fucking teenage dream?❞
pairing/s; kageyama tobio x fem!reader
warning/s; none
word count; 815
summary; confess, they said. date the king, they said. he’d treat you better, they said. but no one told you it was going to be this brutal.
a/n; this one’s pretty short since i’m coming back from a very long hiatus and am v v rusty and didn’t really know where i should take this so i stuck as close to the premise as i could and found myself here. let me know ur thoughts!!
“listen to this shit someone tagged me in; ‘isn’t it practically confirmed that [y/l/n] actually got to play for the red rabbits by slutting it up with kageyama?’” amanai kanoka read out loud some tweet on her phone.
the hikari pharmaceutical red rabbits were all gathered in the locker room at five in the morning to prepare for this morning’s training session and you’d just clocked in after a tiny squabble with your boyfriend over breakfast. amanai looked up at your scowling expression as you changed out of your attire and into the team uniform.
“can’t believe you’re still getting hate, hasn’t it been a few months already?” she took a few sips from her water bottle.
“if i knew this would happen, i wouldn’t have talked tobio into going public.” you sighed, clicking your locker closed.
hirugami shoko glanced over amanai’s shoulder to peer at the screen of her phone, frowning. “they clearly don’t know what they’re talking about, [y/n]. don’t listen to them.”
that was easier said than done.
you wanted to say you expected this, that you knew what you were signing up for when you and kageyama mutually agreed to go public after dating for some odd three years. prior to that, you pined after one another in high school, but ultimately thought it best to avoid a steady relationship, keeping in mind that you both wanted to put your careers first.
but you hadn’t anticipated the onslaught of hate and complete carnage when that stupid post took to the internet, not knowing your little instagram story had the biggest snowball effect.
it suddenly felt like you were placed under a microscope and that the public assumed the right to pick you, and your relationship, apart. at first, you couldn’t give two shits about what they were saying online, that it only mattered that you and kageyama were happy and not at the expense of anyone else's happiness. but as the months went by, all those comments were starting to get to you and doubts began to arise.
it didn’t help that kageyama didn’t seem to care, he had never even bothered to bring it up after that first month of announcing your relationship. you have never felt smaller in your life, thinking that he found your relationship insignificant.
“you have to say something!” you pushed, your arms tight around your torso. “you wanted to go public and they’re degrading me, tobio!”
he rubbed the bridge of his nose, putting down his chopsticks as he calmly assessed the dinner you pushed away. “it’ll die down in a few days, you know they always find something else to talk about eventually. don’t take it to heart, [y/n].”
“and you’re not even going to bother defending me?” you scoffed, pushing back your chair as you didn’t have it in you to finish the rest of your meal.
“why should i defend you towards people that don’t matter?” his cold blue eyes flicked up to meet yours as you retreated from the dining area.
you had to avert your eyes. “god, why don’t you get it, tobio?”
“stop being so sensitive, [y/n].”
and just like that, he picked up his chopsticks and resumed his dinner, the conversation over.
these days you couldn’t help but think that your love for one another was dwindling, because even the one you thought would be by your side was also picking apart each and everything you did with a touch of hostility. and so that night as you lay in bed with your back turned towards your lover, you gave in to temptation and opened twitter, beginning to scroll through your feed and mentions.
‘kageyama deserves better than some fame whore’
‘pretty sure [y/l/n]’s only after his money’
‘he doesn’t even look happy when they’re together? #freekageyama’
‘this is just another pr stunt! they’ll break up sooner or later after [y/l/n] leeches enough of his money’
apparently, not only was there a hashtag trending due to the public being completely against your relationship, but not even a single tweet was in your favor. before you knew it, tears had welled up in your eyes as insecurity gripped your heart.
you turned to face the love of your life, tracing whatever of his features you could see in the dim lighting of your shared bedroom.
“hey, tobio?” you whispered, not sure if you were really expecting, or wanted, a response. “do you hate me?”
the silence seemed to stretch on forever.
his eyes remained closed shut, an ethereal look on his face as he went on sleeping, not knowing you were falling apart right next to him. you choked on your tears, turning towards the ceiling and willing yourself to rest, allowing your breathing to calm down and labor out, before finally feeling yourself begin to drift away.
but not before kageyama muttered something under his breath that you had no energy to decipher. “...you.”
what am i even doing here? you thought, just before a dreamless sleep held you in a comforting grip.
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summary; police chief daichi who knows he should be packing up and clocking out in time for christmas dinner with his family but he's too busy folding you in half against the cabinets in the file room, hissing against your ear to "shut up and take my cock quietly and then maybe i'll drop the charges," as he rams his cock into your squelching pussy over and over again, tugging against the handcuffs he never bothered to unlock to even remember the name of his loving, doting wife patiently waiting for him at home.
a/n; hi @ingeniumswhore i’m your secret santa! i’m so sorry this is so late, i was supposed to have finished and posted this christmas day, but guess who lost her job, had to apply for a new one, and got struck down by a fever all in the same month? :< i also made a moodboard to pair with this as an apology for being so late here.
you don’t remember how you got here, lewd slurping sounds reverberating throughout the small room as some stranger repeatedly pulled you on and off of his prick. vaguely, you think you were arrested for petty theft, but with every lazy buck of his hips that squeezed his shaft halfway down your throat, whatever picture of a thought you could piece together would slip through your fingers like sand.
the stranger—daichi sawamura, his shiny badge says—smirked only slightly, peeking at you with half-lidded eyes, having seen just how much of a fighter you were before he manhandled you to your knees and shut you up with his cock. now he was seeing a side of you that was much more pliant, a side of you that looked so pretty sucking him off.
he’d like to think his face betrayed no emotion, but his eyes swam with mirth, flickering with heat, and you tried to look away from the intensity of it all. but that was practically impossible, all you could see was him. your senses were constantly overloaded with him; his scent, his slick, his hands, him, him, daichi, daichi, daichi.
your hands were cuffed behind your back, rendering you practically limp while daichi threw his head back, groaning as his thighs tensed, and you prepared for what was to come.
“gonna, gonna cum—fuck, so good.” he whispered, turning his full attention down at you, kneeled before him like an avid believer. with a breathy sigh at the state of you before him, daichi let go, pulling out only slightly until it was only his head in your mouth like a pacifier, and emptying out his load into your warm mouth and all over your face, messy with tears and saliva and cum.
“such a pretty mess,” he laughed a little, watching his load drip down your chin and between your plump breasts, still adorned with the bra you’d foolishly stolen, thinking you could get away with it simply because of the christmas rush, the crowd, the flashing lights; completely unaware of the cctv cameras and a particular daichi sawamura grinning behind the screen, who’d had his eyes on you ever since your first offense.
peeking even lower, daichi could see the matching panties, and he wondered what it would feel like to push them aside as he sunk into you, how you would react, how you would feel, how you would plead.
he almost laughed out loud when his big cock sprung back up at the thought and hit you on the cheek. why would he have to wonder when he could get all that he wanted right here, right now?
daichi wrapped a hand around your throat, leaning down to meet his lips with your bruised ones, squeezing slightly to get you to reciprocate the kiss as he pulled you to your feet and guided you to the table, his mouth moving steadily with you. he hummed when you nervously glanced at the two-way mirror behind him, suddenly paranoid of an audience that may or may not be there.
“not so chatty now, aren’t we?”
you sucked in a breath, avoiding the officer’s eyes that appeared to mock you. you weren’t going to give him what he wants. he may have power over your body, but your voice was the one thing you had total control over and you were going to use as much of that against him.
at least, that’s what you thought.
he chuckled breathily at your silence, knowing exactly which buttons to press to make you scream as he pushed you to lean back on the table, taking your legs and spreading them with ease, no matter your resistance, giving him the perfect view of your wet spot tainting your brand new underwear.
“c’mon, you sure had a lot to say when you were begging me to drop the charges, pretty girl.” he ran a finger down your clothed slit, lips quirking at the gasp you made at the sudden stimulation. “yeah, you like that, don’t you? of course you do.”
just as he slowly pushed your underwear aside, giving him full view of your delicious folds and pink, puffy clit, his phone started ringing from where he mindlessly tossed it on the corner of the table he had you spread on. he clicked his tongue, irritated at whoever decided to call him at this time.
only that irritation dissolved once he glanced at the caller ID, instead dissipating into an idea that had his prick leaking with precum at what he was about to do. it was his wife, and he answered the call just after the second ring, other hand now taking his cock to guide it around your clit, teasing almost, and adjusting only slightly to keep your legs spread from where they were hanging off his elbows.
he met your eyes from where you were staring up at him with lidded eyes and flashed his teeth. “i suppose it’s a good idea for you to stay quiet like a good girl as i fuck you while i talk to my wife, isn’t it?”
you bit your lip, eyes growing wide at the realization of his infidelity and not quite knowing what to do with the heat pooling in your belly. daichi watched you, a curious gleam in his eyes, as he put his wife on speaker, placing the phone directly next to your head so you could listen to the voice of a woman completely unaware that her husband’s about to fuck someone behind her back.
“—late? it’s been a few hours since your shift’s supposed to end and your family’s starting to show up. do you want me to save you a plate or will you be home in the next hour or so? i know how flooded you are, love, it’s christmas after all!”
in between her sentences, daichi took this opportunity to thrust foward, completely engulfing his fat cock in your wet pussy in one movement, barely stifling a groan as you squeezed around him.
“what the fuck are you doing to me?” you whispered hoarsely, having already fought your way and ended up here, knowing you had no way out of this until police chief daichi got what he wanted. as much as you didn’t want to admit it, all the roughhousing and dominating attitude turned you on, albeit against your will, if your slick was anything to go by.
and daichi knew this.
“atta girl.” his grin seemed to grow wider, much more sinister, if that was possible, as he moved and repeatedly pushed the head of his prick in your wet pussy. he sputtered halfway, groaning into your shoulder as your eyes rolled back at the sensation, unable to hold back the sigh of pleasure that escaped you. “fuck, you’re still tight, you gotta–you gotta loosen up.”
all this while his wife was still yammering away on the phone, oblivious.
“hold on, hold on,” you whimpered at the stretch.
in that one movement, daichi had you feeling stuffed and full and touched nearly every sensitive nerve that made you want to throw your head back from pleasure, but you relented, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of showing him just how good he made you feel. and not wanting the other woman on the line to find out.
it felt sickening. you should be screaming for his wife’s help, should be kicking and scratching for him to let you go. but it was starting to feel all too good. your mind was a muddy mess and it felt satisfying having a committed man practically choose you over the person he vowed to love for all time.
“good?” daichi hummed, pressing a featherlight kiss against the side of your neck that you were pretty sure had your chest seizing. it was like he knew he made you feel so good in all the worst ways.
you grit your teeth. “shut up and fuck me.”
suddenly, it made sense why daichi was police chief; he was disgustingly good at taking orders. with that one statement from you, he pulled back nearly all the way and pumped right back in to the root, causing you to gasp for breath at the–pain? pleasure?–of it all. he repeated this again and again, constantly adjusting positions and angles, trying different speeds and momentums, until he finally hit that gummy part of you that made you see stars.
“that’s it, let it out, moan for me, tell me how good i’m making you feel, whore.” he didn’t relent, constantly abusing your hole until you were delirious, until you were loosened up in every sense of the word, not realizing you were groaning at every push and pull this man was doing to you. “fuck, you feel so much better than my wife.”
something about that sparked something within you, fogging your brain even more than it was, had his wife hung up? was she listening? had daichi ended the call? all you could hear was his grunting and the squelching of your pathetic pussy finding pleasure in a stranger’s fat cock.
you don’t know how many minutes? hours? had passed but at the very end of it all, after daichi’d made you cum about three times and he’d filled you up four, he simply tossed you your clothes and guided you out the empty precinct.
“we’re let off for the night, some other sorry precinct was assigned christmas day.” he explained, lending you his jacket before unlocking his car parked behind the building. you think his cum was still leaking out of you. “i trust you can find your way back back from here? i’ve got to head home for christmas dinner, you understand.”
his grin was devilish and you found yourself blushing.
“so your wife–”
“told her some excuse while you were squealing yourself silly fucking yourself on my dick.” it was like he’d shared some simple fact about the weather the way he smiled. a muddled thought asked if you should be on the ground running by now, but something in you secured your feet to the pavement.
“see you next time, pretty girl.” he pulled you in by the waist, kissing you full on the lips with a sense of urgency like you were his wife he was leaving behind. you found yourself leaning into the kiss. “i won’t forget to visit.”
it was after his tail lights faded from view did that last sentence make any sense to you. did he know where you lived? and why… were you expectant of his next visit?
