#tw:smut

The wedding was planned for mid July - two months from now. Theodore said a summer wedding in southern italy was the only acceptable place and time. You did not get to choose that at all, nor did you get to choose the theme of the wedding. Your parents just seem to kiss his father's ass and let him do whatever he pleases.

The only real choice you had was your wedding dress - and you would make sure to make that a living hell for everyone involved. Women you did not know were invited to watch you try on dresses, apparently they were his family.

You still not know why you had to entertain these strangers. This day should be about you, if you had married anyone else even Malfoy - he would have left you alone to do as you want. Fate, no, Theodore Nott seemed to want to ruin all happiness for you.

What had you even done to deserve his cruel punishment?

It started second year, completely unprovoked if you do say so yourself. His friends never did join in, most of the time they offered their sympathy. That is why it was confusing - if you had actually offended Theodore is some way then his friends would have surely joined in the bullying.

Your mother used to say that maybe he liked you, so you tried to be nicer to him and see if that was it. No, it was not. Your flirty little remarks were met with a fake date that ended with cruel laughter and insulting words that left you insecure for days. No, boys do not bully you if they like you. That is not love. A very hard lesson you learned from this experience.

You wanted to curl up and cry like you did back then. Though, if you did it would only mean more happiness for your husband. Something you would make sure he never had. You felt like a child for throwing a fit like this but who wouldn't? Especially if they were getting married to their bully.

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Your eyes sparkled as you tried on multiple different dresses, everyone was sort of exhausted by the amount that you had tried on. "I think we should go to a muggle wedding store!"

Shocked gasps filled the room, you suppressed the smile that threatened to release itself. "Oh yeah, I heard they're more slutty than anything you've ever seen before."

You could have sworn one of the women had passed out, your mother glared at you. She called you out by your full name making you wince but still hold your ground.

"What? A girl wants to look good for her husband, doesn't she?"

That seemed to make your mother relax a little, even the other women let out little laughs. "I promise it'll be our secret, I won't tell any of your husbands or fathers or whoever else thinks they can control you."

This was another downside to being married to a pureblooded man, he thought he could control his wife.

Your wedding dress did go smoothly, which is not what you were hoping for but you found comfort in it. The one thing in your life you could control.

They all seemed to agree now - even your pruddish mother seemed on board.

"Alright, no telling the men - they're all so dramatic anyways." A girl spoke, she looked somewhat similar to Theodore in a way but much prettier in your opinion.

This is how you would take over the Nott family, you smirked at the thought. Once the women turn, the men will soon follow.

The next was to take over the engagement party that was the day before your wedding, gain connections to bring Theodores ruin. A very cunning ambition but what could you say? You were placed in Slytherin for good reason.

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This party seemed like a prank, you wouldn't put it past Theodore to do that but your parents wouldn't do that to you. And his father seemed like a very strict man - he would never allow this to be a fake wedding. In a way, it was solely based on the fact Theodore was doing this to make your life miserable.

You stood infront of the mirror as your mother fixed the dress with a random maid doing your hair while another did your makeup. You felt like such a fool for getting into this situation - perhaps if you had gotten married sooner or ran away to marry a muggle. If only you had paid more attention in divination, this could have been avoided.

It would be hard to believe that your bully was going to force you to marry him though. You doubt you would have believed it back then, on top of that youre not sure that divination even works like.

"[Name]!" You heard your mother raised voice as she spoke your name. Your eyes snapped to hers - staring at her through the mirror. She smiled from behind you, grasping your shoulders putting her chin on your shoulder.

"Nervous, hmm? I was quite nervous to marry your father, it will get easier with time. Besides, this is not even the wedding! Just the engagement party, the real magic begins tomorrow at dusk."

You tried to drone out what she was saying, still upset with her for ever agreeing to this in the first place. Your eyes left hers as you looked at yourself looking very pretty, but it felt like no matter how pretty you were; Theodore would make sure to mention the flaws. Though, he only ever brought up your looks two times before in the past, it still stung. You would have forgiven and forgotten about it if he had just left you alone.

As you made your way down the stairs, you felt your stomach drop as there was vast amount of unfamiliar faces, it was making you nauseous. All these people rejoicing the arranged marriage that was not wanted on your part.

People began to whisper amongst themselves as they took you in, the beautiful bride to be some had said. You did look quite beautiful.

All of the comments seemed to be nice so you put on a bright smile. Forgetting the earlier feeling of anxiety, this was your party. Might as well have some fun.

Theodore eyes were on you the moment you entered the room, his smirk completely vanished when he saw you smiling. You waved, it was a little condescending but you couldn't help it. The smirk that fell from his lips seem to grow on you, your eyes narrowed as you grabbed a glass of wine. Mouthing a 'cheers' to him, he stood from the seat that was overlooking the party. He briskly walked towards you grabbing the cup from your hand, "Shall we dance?" He placed the wine on the table and tugged you towards the dance floor.

The song that began to play was slow, you never did like slow songs. "You didn't even give me time to respond."

"Then respond." He already began to lead you in the dance, his smirk returned while yours became a scowl.

"I would have said no."

"I know which is why I took the liberty of saying yes for you."

"I hate you."

"Mmm, that is music to my ears."

He spun you around and when you rolled back into his arms, you purposely stepped on his foot with your heel. He winced but his smirk remained. Once he spun you again, you would step on it once more - over and over again until he let you go.

"You're being very rude to me, cara mia. Is something the matter?" He chuckled as you rolled your eyes at the sarcastic question.

"Am I?" You stomped your heel into him again, only making his chuckle turn into a laugh. "The matter is you."

"I see." He held your waist tighter now, it seemed almost possessive in a way. Knowing him, it more than likely was. "How can I fix that?" He leaned to whisper in your ear giving it a small little kiss, you heard women gushing about it and men laughing. This was all for show, wasn't it?

"By letting me go." You pulled away and tried to walk off but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you right back into his own arms.

"I don't want to."

"Yes well, sometimes we don't always get what we want." You ripped yourself from his arms and he let go abruptly making you stumble back and fall. Your body hit a little too hard into a table causing you to fall, the wine glass that was sat on the edge fell down on top of you. People gasped and began whispering mean things, not about Theodore but about you. You felt your eyes swell with tears as you glared at the man you were engaged to.

He stared back in shock, you stood up and took off down the hall.

As soon as you found an empty bathroom, you rushed inside curling into the ball you had wanted to be earlier. He always is humiliating you, why must he do so in front of a crowd of strangers who are meant to be family tomorrow?

After what felt like eternity of trying to calm your heart rate down, the door opened to reveal the man you despised the most.

He stared at you for a moment or so before you spoke up.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer."

Instead of actually pulling out a camera lile you expected, he spoke gently.

"Would you like to marry someone else?" He asked, bending down to come eye to eye with you as you sat on the floor of the bathroom.

You stared at him feeling hopeful for the first time in what felt like forever. But before you could say anything, he wiped your tears with his thumbs. His thumbs began to drag down to your lips, pulling them apart slightly. His eyes stared at them before looking you in your eyes again. "If so that is too bad because I won't allow it. You can call me selfish and mean all you would like but I already made claim that you're mine long before this moment."

He stood from his position, taking the warmth from his hands with him. He stared down at you for some time as if waiting for you to say something- anything but when you remained silent he turned on his heel. Once he opened the door, he stood with his back to you. "Wipe the rest of your tears and meet me downstairs, we still have guests."

You grabbed the toilet paper roll and threw it at him screaming in frustration, he closed the door before it hit him. After a minute or two, you stood up to look at yourself in the mirror. Mrs. Nott - a name that would always belong to you even in death. In less than twenty four hours, you would condemned to that name.

When you finally made it back to the party, people began to whisper again. Staring at the little stain on your dress, magic had been able to get a majority of it out but if you still needed a cleaning. Theodore walked over to you grabbing your hand, before walking to the seating that overlooked the party. There was only two seats - one for you and one for him. Once he stood on the podium, he gathered everyone's attention.

People looked at the both of you, some snickering about the stain while others remained silent.

"I would just like to say thank you so very much for attending our party, we hope to host many of you again in the future."

People seemed confused by what he meant when he said many, that was until he spoke again.

"By that I mean, if any of you laughed at my wife - you surely have no business being in our lives. Leave immediately or I will resort to less nicer methods."

Shocked gasps left quite a few mouths, but the majority of people seemed to get the idea. The Notts were a very powerful family - in more ways than one. The wealth, the connections, their power, and most importantly the way they always kept their word.

You stared at him completely shocked by him defending you. Merlin, you think your heart skipped a beat in a sort of fucked up way. "Theo-"

He looked over at you and smirked. "What? Are you in love with me now? Don't flatter yourself, I only had to make sure they respect the future woman of the house."

You rolled your eyes. "Of course," You smiled a little at him. "Thank you, Nott."

He squeezed your hand ever so gently before letting it go and walking to his seat, you accompanied him.

When you did sit down, he turned his attention back to you. "You're welcome, Mrs. Nott."

"Gross."

He laughed while you smiled at the sound of it.

PREVIEW FOR NEXT CHAPTER:

SLIGHT SMUT - not extreme tbh

The both of you fought for dominance in the bed, this time you would be sure to win. Winning was something your husband loved to do so you would take it from him.

You straddled him holding his arms down with your own as you both kissed one another, he didnt seem to be fighting much but he did manage to get his arms loose. He quickly cupped your cheeks pulling you closer to him before running his fingers through your hair and pulling at it.

When you grinded down on him, he suppressed a moan - his dark blue eyes stared at you differently than all those times before. This one looked somehow more deranged. "You're not going to be the one to fuck me, but I enjoy the confidence."

You were slightly out of breath from all the kissing and movements that had both of you moaning from the friction. You glared down at him making him grin ear to ear. "You think you'll be the one to do it?"

He flipped you over with a thud. You immediately began to put up a fight to be back on top again. He leaned towards your ear - holding your wrists above your head like he did back at your manor. "I know I will." He pulled away and stood up from the bed fixing his tie. "I have a business meeting soon, so get out of my room."

Your eyebrows furrowed in anger. He was treating you like a common slut and as if what had just happened meant nothing. With a groan, you rolled onto your feet and off his bed that seemed too big for one man. You began to fix your hair so that you may look presentable should anyone be outside the room.

His smirked and ruffled the hair you just fixed making you start swatting at his hands - he grabbed ahold of your own hands. "Aww, is my dear wife so incredibly horny for me that she has to throw a fit like a child when I don't give her my cock?"

"You use run on sentences in your speech, fix that." You ripped your hands from his own and made your way to the door. His footsteps from behind you should have scared you but they didn't anymore. That was a little mistake on your part, he quickly pushed you against the door.

"You should fix your mouth. I am your husband now, you have to respect me."

"What is there to respect?" You giggled out but as soon as you saw the same deranged look in his eyes, you knew you messed up.

For once, he did not take any action against you. Instead he straightened his posture and spoke, "We have a little party tonight - I expect you to get cleaned up and dressed accordingly."

"Why are speaking so-"

He pushed you through his bedroom door and closed it, he simply ignored you as he walked down the steps. Your eyes remained firmly on him as he left out of sight. Of course, he would tell you last minute of some party. And was he speaking like your parents did, he was your equal not elder.

And why another party?

It felt like that one you had before your wedding was just yesterday.

Steel cells clanged, echoing through the stones and making the broken pieces of jade tremble. Silence plunged into the room deeply as Kiku’s ears pricked, trying to catch any movement or sound other than the sound of water embracing her ankles.

Chains trilled, the sound of it echoing through the chamber. Kiku knew it was not emanating from her own restraints. Which meant the creature had smelled her presence.

Kiku noticed the shadow of the Yaoguai moving across the eastern side of the chamber, growing larger then smaller. She had only seen art of a Yaoguai before, especially in their hungriest form.

He was a large towering form that was mostly a corporeal shadow. Eyes a stark red, sharp porcelain teeth but it was difficult to compare it to another creature. It was a disastrous blend of a wolf, lion with the claws of an eagle that stretched far past his own body.

Kiku would have been terrified but her mind could barely comprehend the sight before her to react.

The Yaoguai towered over her, hot breath wafting on her face and neck. He sniffed around her hair and neck, a deep growl rumbling through the air. “You are of magic,” his voice sounded like a reverberation multiplied.

“Is that a problem?” Kiku asked softly, grey eyes scanning over any expression she could find amidst the monstrous sight.

The Yaoguai paused in his sniffing, red eyes fixed on her before his body began to morph. Monstrous features softened into a pale face, fur turned into head full of black curly hair and his animalistic body turned into a lean physique covered in reddish scars. “It would be a waste to take your life.” Dark red eyes examined Kiku carefully. “Why would the Emperor want you dead?”

“He wanted my magic…and me,” Kiku said. “But I don’t lie with pathetic kings.”

The vicious expression turned to one of amusement. Yoongi chuckled lightly. “Would be a shame if you did.”

“Perhaps it’s time the Emperor got a taste of the poison he gives others.” Kiku tilted her head.

Yoongi raised a dark brow, eyes barely moving around the room as if he had already tried to find an escape a thousand times before. “It’s not going to be easy getting out of here.”

Kiku could see that this level was meant to only have one way in and out of the chamber. Which meant they had to work together quickly. “Either way, since I will not be your meal, I may as well try to find a way out of here.”

Yoongi smirked. “Very well.”

-

It took three days for them to find the perfect time. Kiku hid in the corner of Yoongi’s cell, casting a spell to break her chains. Her wrists had a slight redness to the skin but it healed quickly. Yoongi shared bread and water with her. Kiku didn’t ask how he got here because she knew the memory of captivity was not a happy place to go. Instead, they sat in a quiet comfort, biding their time until the cell opened.

A man in noble garb was dropped into the cell, splashing around in panic as his chains clanged. His shaky breath echoed through the room.

Kiku kept her eyes on the opened cell before she waved her hand, cracking the chain around Yoongi’s wrists. She gave a reassuring nod to him.  

Yoongi didn’t hesitate once he felt the lightness of his body. His body almost moved on its own, pouncing on the nobles and ripping him to shreds before jumping on the guards. Blood splattered over the dark cells as the red bloomed into the water.

Kiku rushed over through the cell, ignoring how her white dress’ hem was now stained pink from Yoongi’s devouring. She heard a crunching of bones, any scream that would have left them was immediately muffled by their heads crushed or dunked into the water.

As she reached the quiet hallway of the palace, Kiku saw Yoongi return to his human form and immediately make his way past her. His eyes seemed to still burn with a dark determination, blood splotched on his bare body as a recurring anger radiated from his back.

“We can get to him later,” Kiku said, grabbing onto his arm.

“We do it now,” he growled without looking at her.

Kiku tightened her grip, despite the slippery state of his skin. “You need to get your energy up.” She purposefully moved to face him directly. “There’s no point in escaping if you haven’t even gone outside.”

Yoongi hesitated, jaw tightening as his eyes looked like they were trying to battle his instincts. With a frustrated sigh, he looked away. “Fine…I know an exit,” he said, guiding her down the southernmost wing of the palace.

There was a small kitchen not full of servants aside from a drunken guard sleeping near the firepit. Yoongi led her through a hidden door, usually reserved for the royals to escape in case the palace was taken over.

Running out into the woods, the warm air kissed their flesh. Kiku tried to calm her own heartbeat as she looked around the thick of the trees. “Follow me,” she said in a breathless whisper. She led him eastward, making sure to hide their footprints as they reached a sequestered area surrounded by white bark trees.

Kiku waved her hand and her cottage materialized as if it appeared from under water.

“If you could do all this, couldn’t you have just brought us here?” Yoongi asked as he looked around the vegetable gardens and the well-loved cottage.

“If you wanted your organs rearranged, maybe.” Kiku stared at him curiously. “Cracking some chains and hiding a cottage is a lot different than moving living beings.” She walked into the cottage, dust flying slightly into the afternoon light. Dusting off the surface of the kitchen, she grabbed some of her herbs which were hanging at the window.

Yoongi was not used the small comfort of a home. The very smell of linen and herbs instead of water and rot sent his body into a spiral of confusion. So he simply stood there awkwardly.  

“You can sit, you know.” Kiku brought out her mortar and pestle, crushing the herbs into the stone. “I have a paste that can help with your wounds.”

Yoongi thought for a bit longer than he anticipated before finally snapping himself back into reality and sitting on one of the wooden chairs. “I didn’t realise I was getting healing treatment.”

“You did help me escape too.”

Yoongi hummed in agreement, watching her gentle and meticulous movements. He felt the power radiating from her like a thrumming warmth pulsating through the air. And yet despite this, she moved with a genteel of a wiccan.

Kiku scooped the greenish paste in her hand before rubbing the paste on his wrists. Her fingers waved over the wound, glowing in green which made him jump back a little. She smirked. “I didn’t take you to be jumpy.”

“I’m not exactly used to all types of magic.” Yoongi couldn’t help but smile as he watched the paste slowly soak into his skin.

“Well, you’ll have to learn how to get used to it.” Kiku washed her hand in a basin. “And you wanted to teleport your whole body.”

-

The next few days were in relative routine.

Yoongi was able to get used to the peace and serenity of the forest rather than a damp cell. Instead of quietly scrouging around metal and old stone, he chopped firewood and gathered materials for meals. While food was warm in his belly, his deeper hunger began to yank at his patience.  

For the first few days, he managed to find a small animal or two late at night but now he needed more.

Thankfully, Yoongi noticed the gleam of a carriage nearby. Two nobleman inside. He stalked in the bushes, his stomach yearning for the taste of a soul. Especially ones that were fattened by the palace riches.

He waited, ready to pounce before an arm pulled him back.

Yoongi turned in anger but his expression softened when he saw Kiku. “What’re you doing?”

Kiku’s grey eyes flickered to the side, watching the carriage ride away until the forest was empty once more. “I could ask you the same question. They were close to my cottage, I don’t plan on moving again.” She stood to her feet, her black hair flowing over her shoulder.

“I can’t stay for too long without feeding,” Yoongi said with a rasp in his tone as he followed her down the path away from the cottage.

“Alright.” Kiku sighed. “Come with me then.” She pulled a lone string hanging from her kimono and tying her hair up in a loose ponytail.

Yoongi wasn’t sure how to respond but still walked behind her down the beaten path of the quiet forest. It was towards the northern brush where the stream gleamed green against the soft afternoon light.

Kiku stopped then, pushing away the leaves and showed Yoongi a camp of grim-covered bandits. They drank from wooden cups while a stew steamed over the fire. “These bandits have been stealing and terrorizing the nearby villages for a few weeks.”

Yoongi scoffed with a smile. “So I’m doing good samaritan work now?”

“Do you want them or not?” She narrowed her grey eyes which seemed to now shine like moonlight as the sky grew darker.

“Alright. It’s not going to be pretty, I’d suggest looking away.” Yoongi tried to make himself look patient but his stomach was already jumping as he counted the number of bandits.

Her plump lips curled up into a faint smile. “I’ll be fine.”

Yoongi didn’t waste much time before he walked through the brush.

The bandits hadn’t been able to look at him properly as Yoongi turned into his Yaoguai form, his growl making the trees tremble.

Kiku only heard one of the bandits curse before Yoongi ripped them to shreds. Blood and viscera painted the soil just as the sun gave its last wink in between the mountains. When the final scream was cut off with the crunch of bones, she watched the Yaoguai heave slowly in satisfaction of his hunger.

Kiku then walked into the camp, packing all the stolen goods into one of the wooden carts. She also tried to clean off some of the things that had blood splattered on them.

“What’re you up to?” Yoongi’s voice shifted from a growl to his raspy human voice as he dipped into the water bucket and roughly wiped off the blood from his mouth.

“Returning the stolen goods,” Kiku said, lifting the cart with a spell.

Yoongi chuckled, wiping himself down. “So you are a good samaritan,” he mused as he walked over and held onto the cart.

Kiku looked at him in confusion. “Are you interested now?” she asked.

“I’ve regained my strength…and I don’t want you going out alone in the dark.” Yoongi looked around as the moon began to light through the trees.

Kiku smirked. “How kind of you.”

-

The moon painted the forest in silver when they arrived back from the village. Kiku tried not to interact with the villagers too much, save for an elderly woman who gave her an acknowledging nod.

“If you care about the villages so much, why don’t you live with them?” Yoongi asked as he pushed the cart up the path towards the cottage.

“I’ve tried.” Kiku didn’t expect her voice to be so soft as she looked over at her cottage. She loved her home but there were times where she was far too aware of how alone she had been. “As soon as word spreads that a sorceress lives in a village, they try to capture me.” Kiku looked down at her wrists, older and deeper scars peeking through her skin under the moonlight.

“Can’t you heal those?” Yoongi’s brows furrowed, his fingers twitching as he tried not to hold onto her wrists.

“It’s a reminder for when I forget why I live alone.” Kiku opened the door to her cottage, keeping her gaze away from him.

Yoongi picked up the wet cloth from the wood basin next to the table, wiping down anything that had been left over on his skin. “You don’t live alone though.”

Kiku let out a light chuckle. “I suppose I don’t.”

-

As the days turned colder, Yoongi’s hunger was satiated with a mix of animals and bandits wherever they could find them.

Kiku cast an invisibility spell around the cottage to add extra protection especially since the line of dead bodies may have caused a bit of suspicions to the whereabouts of a rogue Yaoguai.

Except Yoongi became hungry eventually.

While he helped Kiku getting more firewood for the night, he heard the galloping of horses along with the clanging of armour. From the corner of his eye, he saw the gold and black armour glinting under the greyish sunlight.  

Yoongi’s anger rose as he dropped the firewood. In the rise of his fury, he had forgotten about the invisible barrier that had been protecting Kiku’s home. His feet stepped forward, heat radiating from his body.

Kiku then grabbed onto his arm, keeping him back. “Don’t let them know we’re here,” she said.

“They won’t be able to speak to anyone when I’m done with them.” Yoongi kept his harsh gaze towards the guard who kept marching. The opportunity slowly leaving his sight as he tried to yank his arm away.

Kiku sighed in frustration before standing in front of him. “And if their bodies are found, the Emperor will find us.”

“Let him,” Yoongi growled, eyes reddened in fury as he tried to walk past her.

“I mean it, stand down.” Kiku waved her hand, standing in front of him while her fingers controlled a wave of green until Yoongi began to feel his body freeze against his will.

Yoongi tried to yank out of the magical grip but as he watched beyond Kiku, the guards were already too far away to catch now without pushing into palace territory.

Kiku follows the guards before letting out a breath of relief despite the heat of anger radiating from behind her. She gave him a glare and waved her hand to let him go. “Don’t do that again,” she said before taking her firewood and making her way back into her cottage.  

Yoongi knew his hunger was getting the best of him as his vision began to blur at the edges. Turning around, he stomped into the cottage, roughly slamming the door behind him before he grabbed onto Kiku’s neck firmly, forcing her to look him in the eye.

Kiku kept her lips pursed despite the pressure on her neck. Her eyes a bit glossed, she parted her lips to speak. “You’ve had so much resilience in not killing me, why can’t you use the same endurance—” She could not continue.

Her words were cut as Yoongi took her lips against his. Not a devouring but a warm and hungry kiss. A different kind of hunger. Even in the height of his anger, Yoongi could not bring himself to hurt her and something else replaced it. The grip on her neck began more gentle, allowing her to pull away but Kiku did no such thing.

Kiku moved closer, pulling at his shirt as she let him explore her mouth.

Yoongi used both his hands to cup her cheeks, feeling the stress of his entire body wishing to explore her entire form until no inch of her was left untouched. His hunger and desire melded into a twisted mix of desperation.

Pulling away, their breathing ragged as he rested his forehead against hers. He then spoke, “They’re not you,” he muttered before letting go of her and walking out of the cottage. “I’m gonna find a fucking rabbit.”

Kiku sighed, trying to calm her pounding heart as she picked her firewood and began to light a fire for dinner.

-

Yoongi didn’t arrive to the cottage until nightfall.

Kiku distracted herself by cutting some herbs and sprinkling them into a stew, trying to ignore the lingering tingle on her lips. At some point when the cricket sound began echoing outside, she thought that Yoongi had left completely. Either to find those guards again or more bandits, she wasn’t sure. A dark part of her even wondered if he went to the village to get a quick feed but the more sensible part knew he was better than that. At least she hoped.

The door then opened. Kiku saw Yoongi entering through the mirror and closing the door behind him.

“Satisfied?” she asked even though her body calmed in relief that he wasn’t entirely covered in blood.

Yoongi didn’t respond and quietly walked to her, messy black hair over his face as he stood a breath away from her. His nose nuzzled into her hair.

Kiku paused for a moment, her heart pounding against her ribcages.

Yoongi moved her hair, kissing the crook of her neck with a gentleness that she had never witnessed in him before. Tongue tracing her sweet spot as he pressed her against him tighter, forcing Kiku to let go of the table and relish in his touch.

Kiku turned around and pulled him into a kiss, feverish and hot as she tasted a hint of that metallic remnant from his feed. Yoongi placed her on the small dining table, pushing aside the tiny flower vase.

Kiku spread her legs as he pushed her dress up, untying the straps of her soft corset until the curves of her breasts began to reveal. Yoongi latched his mouth back onto her neck as his hand explored between her legs. He rubbed her clit slowly and teasingly at first as Kiku moaned, feeling a long untouched pleasure reawaken.

Yoongi followed her reaction and pressed down her clit firmly, rubbing until he heard her cunt begin to squelch from his movements. Kiku gripped onto his clothes, her chest rising and falling. He pushed a finger inside, curling up to rub her sweet spot as he pulled her in for another feverish kiss.

Kiku reached down and rubbed her palm over his pants, untying it to free his hardened member. A low growl carried through his body as she felt him grow stronger in his grip and bigger in his size. Yoongi gripped onto her face, making her lips pucker but she kept her gaze as his eyes turned redder. Her hand wrapped around his pulsing cock as she began to stroke.

Yoongi turns a bit larger, more resemblant to his Yaoguai form but it was a different kind of hunger. One Kiku took great enjoyment in. Yoongi turned Kiku around and he ripped off her dress. His sharp, long tongue traced up her bare back before moving down to her ass, pushing his tongue through her cunt and exploring. Kiku pressed her cheek against the table letting out trembling moans.

Then Yoongi stood up and thrust his thick cock into her sodden cunt, large hands grabbing onto her hips and lifting her slightly off the ground before he began his pounding.

Kiku’s moans mixed with uncontrollable pleased chuckles, feeling the ecstasy and need take over her body as she was treated like his personal ragdoll. Her fingers gripped onto edge of the table which only shook from the pressure of his thrusts. The vase trembled before finally tipping over and crashing onto the floor but niether of them stopped to care.

Yoongi placed her feet back onto the floor as his growls began to sound more like his human form. A more vulnerable and desperate sound as his arm hooked around Kiku’s neck, moaning into her neck. His hand traced down her stomach and rubbed her clit once again, feeling the tightness of his orgasm rolling over the edge.

Kiku felt her pleasure coil in her lower belly, gripping onto his forearm as his cock shaped the inside of her. As the coil sprung, her vision blurred for a moment as her thighs trembled, pleasure shooting through her body.

Yoongi’s hips jerked, his orgasm bursting as he felt her walls clench around him tightly. He let out a shaky growl into her hair, warm release filling her womb until the fingers on her clit could feel it drip out of her.

Kiku grinned in bliss as she turned around and kissed his temple. They caught their breath in this position for a few moments before Yoongi pulled out of her. He turned her around, pushing back her hair affectionately and giving her another gentle kiss.

Kiku smiled against his lips. “I take it the rabbit wasn’t enough,” she said.

“Absolutely not,” Yoongi rasped with a smirk, reaching down to grab the wet cloth and cleaning them both. “But…this is a good alternative.”

Kiku chuckled as she peeled off her ruined clothes and found a comfortable nightgown, pulling it over her body. They lay on the bed together as the moonlight shone from the window next to them.

In the comfortable moment of silence, Yoongi spoke. “I shouldn’t have risked the cottage like that,” he said in a low tone. “I’m sorry.”

Kiku blinked slowly, slightly taken aback by the clear apology. “It’s frustrating not being able to enact revenge immediately. But I promise the Emperor will pay for what he did to you.” She kept her voice soft as they lay together.

-

The Dragon Festival was during a light snow day. It was the time when most of the kingdom choked the streets, most of the guards were more focused on getting drunk then patrolling and the Emperor felt the most untouchable.

“What’re you doing?” Yoongi asked as he watched Kiku dress in a red dress, painting her lips the same colour. He placed the firewood underneath the kitchen table as snowflakes scattered over his shirt and hair.

“I made a promise,” Kiku said as she looked at him through the mirror. “This is the day.”

Yoongi raised a brow before his expression softened into realisation. A wave of anticipation washed over him like a gush of cold water.

Kiku turned to face him now as she prepared her small pots of tints and paints. “Turn into your Yaoguai form. I’ll paint you.”

Yoongi smirked and did as she asked, towering over her.

Kiku tapped the pad of her finger against the red paint and traced it over his features, similar to the way people painted their masks for the Dragon Festival.

Yoongi watched her concentrated face closely, his clawed hand ever so slightly traced up her hand before sneaking under her sleeve until Kiku felt a tingle down her spine.  

“Stay still,” she said with a smile.

Yoongi chuckled deeply but kept his form still, allowing her to transform him into a simple performer for the festival.

They travelled down with the different visiting processions, matching the reds and golds while Yoongi managed to blend with the costumed characters. With the fireworks, spiced foods clouding the air and drunken conversation distracting anyone who should have been keeping watch, Kiku and Yoongi already reached the palace grounds.

Through the crowds, Yoongi kept close to Kiku like a giant shadow as they made way up into the palace itself.

The Emperor was relaxing in his private throne room with his concubines who were feeding him peach slices. As Kiku expected, it was a grand occasion enough for the guards or the Emperor to think that nothing would come of their fate. Especially not from the two people who escaped the palace.

Yoongi growled and moved onto all fours, prowling towards the Emperor.

One of the concubines screamed which led to a flurry of chaos as a second concubine dropped the tray of peach slices, all of them running out of the throne room leaving a string of scared sobs.

Kiku waved her hands to lock the door so the guards couldn’t enter after seeing the concubines leave the room.

“Listen, I always fed you,” the Emperor said with a shaky tone as he fell of his throne. “What did you think? Did you think you were going to be treated better out there? You were safe with me.” His horror struck eyes flickered to Kiku. “Did she put you up to this? She’s bewitching you like she did me.”

Yoongi didn’t listen as he pounced on the Emperor. Claws dug into his soft, pampered skin easily like a ripe fruit. Yoongi seemed to ensure that the Emperor’s death was as long as his imprisonment since Kiku could still hear him choking and screaming despite the blood pooling on the floor.

Yoongi growled as he finally ripped through the Emperor’s throat, throwing whatever limp parts of him back onto the red puddle. His large form heaved in satisfaction as he dropped to his knees.

Kiku waved her hand gently, letting the blood clean off from Yoongi’s body and face as she walked closer to him.

Yoongi slowly turned back into his human form, his breathing turned more trembled. Bloodshot eyes flickered to her and she had seen a vulnerability in him that she hadn’t before. Years of captivity now twisted on his features. Someone who had survive alone and now finally getting a taste of freedom.

Kiku cupped his cheeks, resting her forehead against his. Reminding him that he was not the lone monster the Emperor had built him to be. He had a home.

“Thank you,” Yoongi said, his voice croaky from his growling.

Kiku smiled, pressing a gentle kiss on his lips. “Let’s go home.”

Kissing Kageyama this time around felt familiar and yet very different. He still worked wonders with that tongue and it had you arching your back before anything had really even happened between you two. The other familiar part was his hesitancy with everything else he did, his unsure movements leaving you guessing as he’d rest his hand on your hip only to quickly pull it away and set it on your waist or your cheek. It definitely made you wonder how you let this happen again, how you let yourself get charmed into another night with the setter when the last time was underwhelming at best.

After finding out Kageyama was the famous setter from Team Japan, you gave him a call. There was never any intention of ever using the phone number he had left in your phone, but one-night-stands become slightly less one-nighty when you learn that you had slept with a famous olympian.

With the decision to meet up again the night of that first phone call, you thought that there might be something between the two of you. Not that you wanted anything between the two of you. You were very content being alone, but having someone that wanted the occasional hanky panky and nothing else, while simultaneously looking like Kageyama, was a rare find. How he managed to convince you to meet him again when the last meeting fell short of your expectations was beyond you. You tried to blame it on his endless charm, but honestly, his charm was nonexistent. You could really only blame yourself.

Either way, the meeting that night didn’t happen. There was no hanky panky for you that night or the night after or the night after that. There was always something coming up. Whether it was practice or a game or your period. There was always something. When he finally asked to meet up again three weeks later, you thought it was a joke as you were beginning to believe he didn’t actually want whatever it was that he wanted your phone number for. It turned out that being an olympian kept you busy and Kageyama just sucked at communication. Big surprise.

That’s what brought you to his apartment building. His expensive, very large, and slightly intimidating apartment building where he opened the door with a smile.

Kageyama pulled you inside and immediately brought his lips to yours in a fiery kiss that drew your breath from your lungs. You certainly didn’t remember that happening last time. The rest of his apartment was a blur as he brought you to his bedroom and lowered you to his bed. The cold sheets hit the backs of your arms and forced a chill to run over you. It crossed your mind for a second whether these cold sheets were clean or not, but you could smell the fresh detergent as soon as you were able to get a breath in when Kageyama moved his lips down your jaw.

“H–how have you been?” You asked, quietly.

“What?” He pulled back to look at you.

Honestly, what? Why were you trying to have small talk right now??

“Have you been doing well?” You repeated, trying to sound confident. Somehow confidence made everything okay, though you weren’t sure how confident you actually sounded or if confidence would have helped this situation at all.

“Yeah, yeah,” he breathed, nodding, “I’ve been good.”

“Good.”

“Yeah.” He forced a swallow. “H–have you been good?”

“Yes.” You nodded. “Very good.”

“That’s good.” He awkwardly nodded with you.

God, you really messed this up.

Kageyama watched you for a second before speaking.

“I’m gonna kiss you now.” He smiled and you only let yourself nod, worried you might say something stupid.

Honestly, small talk? At this point? You had no idea what you were thinking. The mood was good and definitely didn’t need small talk. Not to mention, you really didn’t care about how he was doing.

That’s not entirely true. You weren’t heartless, but based on how he looked, everything was in working order and that was good enough for you.

With unnecessary small talk out of the way, you pulled at the hem of his shirt, lifting it up until he tugged it over his head and tossed it aside. Okay, the talking you didn’t miss, but that body? Hell yes, you definitely missed that. Every single inch of him was amazing. You ran your finger across the humps and ridges of his ab muscles and it didn’t matter to you that you knew he was purposely flexing. You liked it either way.

After he deemed it enough time to enjoy his body, he leaned back over you and attached his lips to your neck as he worked on your top. He slowly undid each button, his mouth following the exposed skin as it grew until he was at your navel and he sat back to help you pull off the shirt. Those lips. You never wanted them to leave your skin.

He seemed to like the lime-green bralette you wore last time and you were stupid enough to pay attention to that so this time you wore a bright yellow, demi-cup balconnete bra and he definitely took notice. You waited, watching his mouth hanging open until it started to get weird and you propped yourself up on your elbows.

“Are you going to just sit there or are you going to take it off?” You laughed and he blinked quickly, looking up at your face and the corner of his mouth quirked up.

“Right.” He nodded and leaned forward again. In his defense, your bra was entirely see-through so he had a lot more to see than last time. His lips were pressed uncomfortably against yours as you propped yourself up and he tried to do the same, having no balance as he worked to unclasp your bra. “Almost got it.”

“Are you sure? It doesn’t feel–”

“Got it!” He sat back, a proud and satisfied look on his face, while he most certainly did not get it. Your bra was entirely still on. In fact, it felt like he might have unclasped it and reclasped it on a tighter clip. “Damn it.”

That’s what it was. That was his charm. That was what had you continuing the disaster of a night last time and what made you agree to have another one tonight. Kageyama was adorably pitiful sometimes and you couldn’t help but smile. Something about seeing a complete disaster in another human was actually endearing. You were sure most of his life he had things together, but this, sex, intimacy, he was completely out of his element and these were the things you couldn’t resist.

“Let me help.” You sat up and gently pushed on his shoulder so he would lay down on the bed. Kageyama’s eyes stayed on you. He hated that he couldn’t do things. It didn’t matter how many times he’d done it before, he couldn’t get himself not to fumble around. He wasn’t this person. He wasn’t the person that didn’t know how to do things. He was reliable and skilled, everyone else saw it. But for some reason, with you, he wasn’t. You didn’t look at him in the way others did and it only made him want to try harder.

Your bra slipped from your shoulders and down your arms before you tossed it to the side and looked down at him with a smile. He wasn’t smiling. He just stared, his eyes on yours before they slowly moved down your body. His staring might have been a lot, but you honestly liked it. He had a way of making you feel like he just wanted to eat you up and you kind of liked that. It was definitely a compliment to be stared at in that way and he was very good at it.

“I don’t remember you looking this good last time,” he said quietly and you wondered if maybe you spoke too soon. Not the worst thing to say, but certainly not the best compliment.

“Oh…kay…”

“No, I just mean that you weren’t as pretty.” His eyes widened and you were sure he felt the insult before you did. “Fuck. No.”

He hit his palm against his forehead and sat up, hoping to somehow undig the hole he was digging. Maybe he could eat you up with his eyes, but the man couldn’t use words to save his life.

“Are you trying to insult me?”

“Of course not. God damn it.” He laid back on the bed and covered his face. Every time he opened his mouth, stupid came out. It was like he couldn’t even control it. Yeah, he wasn’t the best with words, but damn, even he knew how to call someone beautiful.

“It’s fine, Kags.” You leaned over him and laid your cheek against his chest. He was warm. Warm and soft and honestly just big. Compliment, insult or whatever he was doing, it wasn’t going to ruin your night. “You’re lucky I’m not bothered by those things.”

You sat up and unbuckled his pants, sliding them down his legs before he uncovered his face to look at you. Keeping your eyes on his, you slowly undid your own pants and let them fall to the floor. You watched as Kageyama sat up, swallowing hard as his eyes followed your pants down your legs before shooting back up to your underwear.

Yes, you were wearing a matching set. It didn’t happen very often and you did buy this particular set for this particular night, but he didn’t need to know that. Honestly, you didn’t think he would have even cared about the set at all but seeing him look at you when you had on the bra and seeing the way he looked at you now, he made it feel worth the effort.

“You look… great,” he mumbled, each word seeming as if it strained him to get them out.

“Thank you.” You stepped closer to the bed and he walked himself to the edge until he could pull you into a kiss and pick you up.

The tiniest reminder of what happened last time flew through your mind and you tightly gripped his shoulders, but Kageyama just set you down on the bed gently before deepening the kiss, allowing his tongue to overtake yours in a way that made your eyes roll back.

With things moving along swiftly, you figured it was a good time to get the party rolling and you reached down in between the two of you and into your underwear. Kageyama could feel your hand as it made its way down and watched your movements. At first, he was just looking while he continued kissing you. A little awkward, a little uncomfortable, but you thought he was doing it just to turn himself on. Soon, he pulled away from the kiss completely, pulling back so he could get a clear view.

“Let me do that.” He didn’t ask, he didn’t demand. He just sort of said it and honestly you were a bit stunned. You couldn’t figure out if you were surprised or nervous. From what you remembered last time, the guy had no idea what he was doing, nor did he show any interest in really learning. Still, he softly grabbed your wrist and moved your hand aside, replacing the fingers in your panties with his own.

Now, you would be the first to admit, when someone knew what they were doing, having them do it felt infinitely better than doing it yourself. The important part was, they had to know what they were doing. It was very important and honestly, most often not the case. You laid there, half expecting Kageyama to fumble around a bit as he watched your face for all the signs of mind-blowing pleasure so he could feel good about himself. He seemed like that type and you might have been willing to give him that.

As it turned out, he wasn’t that type because instead of staring at you, he laid down, half on you and half on the bed, and propped himself up on his free arm before lowering himself until he could comfortably kiss your neck.

He wasn’t even going to watch you? You momentarily questioned everything until his lips found that wonderful spot on your neck and your mind went blank, your head relaxing against the pillow under you.

Relaxed was good. Relaxed meant that you could wait for him to get bored with touching you and you could pick up where you left off before and get the show on the road. That was the plan.

Well, that was your plan. Kageyama had a different plan and the moment he actually started touching you, he sighed quietly. It was definitely quiet, but because he was right next to your ear, it was anything but quiet and entirely beautiful. If you weren’t already wet, you were definitely wet now. His fingers slipped through your folds and gathered your warm wetness, bringing it all to rest gently as he slowly circled your clit.

His plan was so much better than your plan.

Holy fuck. Your eyes shot open as he sped up his hand and you could feel the building of warmth in the core of your body. Wait a second. This felt… good. This felt so good. Where was this last time? Your head fell back into the pillow and you bit your lip through a moan. His fingers didn’t miss a beat. You would be the first to admit, it might have been a while since you’d been with someone. And you weren’t just talking the last three weeks. Even before that, it had been a while. So when you couldn’t control the level of hip bucking that was going on, you were attributing it to that.

It might have been fast, but it didn’t even matter. Your entire body was trembling. It had only been a short while and you were covered in sweat, your hips twitching, head shaking, all while you had a death grip on Kageyama’s shoulder. It didn’t matter, the man’s fingers continued to work their magic while he buried his face into your neck. Occasionally he would moan softly and it only had you moaning in return. Not as softly.

Finally, your body couldn’t take it anymore. It was like you felt the release just before it hit, like a bucket filling with water and that moment just before it starts spilling over the edge, the anticipation had your vision went white and your entire body tensed and you lifted your hips from the bed in a weird glute bridge, but oh god did it feel amazing. You gasped quietly, unable to breathe while your body stiffened and shook with pleasure.

The ugliest groan escaped from you as Kageyama’s fingers somehow prolonged an already horrendous orgasm. It was torture and at the same time breath-taking. Literally. You had never felt anything like it and if you weren’t experiencing the greatest orgasm in all of history, you might have felt embarrassed.

And still. Kageyama never missed a beat.

Finally, you could breathe again and you gasped for air, chest heaving quickly and you lowered your hips to the bed. You were numb. You’d had great orgasms before, spectacular orgasms, but never to the point of feeling completely numb. Your hand trembled slightly as you rested it on Kageyama’s shoulder.

“Kags?” Your voice was quiet and you leaned away to try and look at him, but all you could see was his ear. His mouth was working over your collarbone and you certainly didn’t want to interrupt that.

“Was it okay?” He asked. “Do you want more?”

“First of all, I am always going to want more.” You managed to joke and he chuckled against your neck and leaned back, looking down at your legs, shaking slightly. Holy fuck, he did that. He did. “Can I ask what that was?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why are you… like…” You couldn’t think of the right words because you didn’t want it to sound insulting.

“What?”

“Why are you, like, good… now?” You now realized how stupid he must have felt when he was trying to compliment you earlier. He smiled and rested his chin on his arm. “Seriously, you were… I mean, you were really awful last time.”

“I was nervous.” He laughed.

“ That nervous?”

“Yes.” He shrugged and looked down at your shoulder, gently brushing his thumb over the soft skin. “You’re pretty and funny and I don’t know. You were so good so I just let you do everything.”

“I do tend to have control issues.” You’d like to say you were working on it, but you weren’t. It was a bad habit, but one that you had developed after being left disappointed by so many people.

“I don’t mind it.” He looked at you and watched your reaction as his fingers slowly trailed their way down from your shoulder to lightly brush over your nipple and you quickly inhaled. You knew he was that type.

“So in the spirit of telling you what to do,” you started, “how tired is your arm right now?”

“Have you forgotten that I’m an athlete?” He laughed and you realized you had yet to see his full smile before. It was odd. Not the smile itself, but like it was something he didn’t do very often.

“Get to it then.” You laid back down, getting comfortable as you waited for him.

“Can you maybe take those off for me?” He nudged his nose in the direction of your underwear and you reached down and pulled them off faster than you had ever taken anything off.

His lips moved to yours quickly while his hand pushed your legs apart and you waited for the wonderful feeling of his finger circling your clit to take over your body. It didn’t though. He seemed to focus his attention on just a general rubbing of everything and you had a brief moment where you thought maybe he had beginner's luck the first time. It was very brief though because soon after he pushed two fingers inside of you, searching for that special spot and your head was back to digging into the pillow under you.

To your surprise, he found the spot almost immediately and you were nearly back to doing a glute bridge on the bed. Waves of heat ran over you and your body was covered in sweat again. Could you really come this fast the second time? Every part of him touching you was building up a boiling heat in your stomach. It didn’t help that not only was he rubbing relentlessly over that sensitive spot inside of you, his thumb was gently massaging your clit. You could barely keep it together. You wanted to come. You could feel it right there. It was so close you could just let it go and release, but this time around, Kageyama’s moaning was uncontrollable. You remembered he was loud, but that’s when he was inside of you. At this point, he still had his underwear on as he grinded against your thigh. Seeing him lose it was half the fun last time.

“Kageyama.” You leaned back from the kiss, but he just brought his lips to your jaw, moaning against your skin. “Kags, stop.”

“What?” He leaned back, eyes half-lidded. “What’s wrong?”

“Lay down.”

“You’re not finished.”

“Just lay down.” You sat up and he fell to the bed. His fingers slipped out of you and you were really regretting this decision, but, if you remembered things correctly, it was about to feel infinitely better.

The front of his underwear had a little wet spot on it and it only made you that much more excited when you pulled them down his legs. You thought he was slightly out of it, but he moved so fast that he had a condom on before you even fully got his underwear off. It was honestly the small things that you found endearing.

You paused, contemplating saying the joke that was on the tip of your lips, but decided against it and instead sat down on his lap, slowly pushing him inside of you.

“Oh my god, you feel amazing.” Kageyama’s eyes closed and he gripped your hips, forcing them back and forth over him. “Holy fuck.”

Somehow, this man, who you’ve admitted on several occasions was very good-looking, just became even more attractive. The little thrust of his hips, his abs tensing and relaxing as he breathed, the muscles in his chest and arms pulsing as he tried to move your body, his neck veins, the sweat that was dripping from his temples and jaw, and the way his mouth hung open as quiet whines and moans pushed out past his lips, all of it sent goosebumps across your skin and a burning heat in your body.

You ground your hips down and he moaned loudly, his head digging into the pillow under him. You remembered that. You definitely liked that part. His loud moans echoing in his bedroom were much better than the love motel. Without the potential threat of getting kicked out because of a noise complaint, you wanted to see just how loud he could get.

Each and every time you ground down onto Kageyama, he felt like his body would explode. He would be the first to admit that he wasn’t that difficult to please. Sex for him lasted only as long as it took his partner to come because he was always shortly after that. With you though, it seemed different. He wanted things to take a bit longer, things to move a bit slower, he wanted to have more time with you. But he knew that if you kept grinding down on him the way you were, he wasn’t going to last much longer at all.

“Fuck, it’s too good,” he wheezed out, his voice strained from the moans. He opened his eyes and looked at you. You were smiling, looking down at him as your body bounced quickly and he bit back a groan. There was no way he would last much longer. He brought his thumb to your clit and started rubbing over it, first slowly, then quickly.

“Oh Ka–” Your head fell back with a heavy moan and you ground down even harder than you were before. “Faster.”

“Shit.” He moved his thumb even faster, his head falling back as your body sped up. He forced himself deeper, thrusting upwards each time you pushed down. Both of you were moaning loudly, the sounds bouncing around the room as he brought you nearer to your orgasm. “You’re so amazing.”

“Don’t stop,” you begged, but the second you spoke the words, your body fell back as your orgasm took over. He could feel your muscles tightening, your body shaking above him and he did his best to hold you there while he thrusted further into you. The tightening of your walls and the fresh warmth of fluid that fell all over his cock had him crying out as he orgasmed.

“God…” He gripped your hips tightly, driving his hips into yours with several heavy grunts until his entire body trembled under you and he fell to the bed. He was left gulping for air, his throat dry from overuse that you could almost hear him wheezing. You watched his body slowly calm itself down with his eyes closed. His chest rising and falling quickly, his ab muscles flexing, his shoulders still shaking and his hair soaked in the front, strands glued to his forehead, and again, somehow he managed to look even more handsome. “Geez.”

He rubbed his face and you took that as your cue to get up and you slowly pulled off of him, dreading the empty feeling as your bodies separated. You had always hated that feeling, but something about it now made it feel extra bad. If memory served you, Kageyama was a good two seconds from falling asleep and this was the perfect chance to step away.

As soon as your feet hit the floor, you felt his hand firmly grip your wrist and you turned to look at him. He was awake. Wide awake with his eyes staring clearly at you.

“Don’t go.” He sat up quickly. “Don’t leave so soon.”

“I’m just going to the bathroom.”

“You’re not leaving?” His eyebrows came together.

“No.” You chuckled and tugged your wrist until he let go. “Give me a second.”

He nodded and you made your way to his bathroom. Thankfully, it wasn’t that difficult to find since it connected to his bedroom. Blindly feeling around for the light switch, you felt the raised plastic and clicked it, light filling the room and you gently closed the door behind you.

Your original mission was to pee, but now that you were in there, you were interested in how he liked to keep things. Snooping was something you were good at. You had a feeling he was an organized person, but this was a whole different level. Everything had a place and was somehow made to look like decoration. Even his razor had a stand that looked like some sort of art sculpture.

Each drawer was perfectly organized with towels, cotton pads, cotton swabs, and toilet paper. There was one drawer at the top filled with lotions and expensive soaps. You didn’t know the brand, but you could tell it was expensive by the packaging.

The bottom drawer nearest the toilet was the least organized, you noticed. Random feminine products were stuffed in little trays. He had everything from tampons to pantyliners to makeup wipes to tweezers. He even had a facial massager in there which made you wonder if he had any idea what he was buying or if he just randomly went through aisles and put stuff in his cart. He also had a menstrual cup. Just one, which confused you for a second. Either way, the thought was appreciated and you made a mental note to remember it before you quickly peed and went back to the bedroom.

“Are you done going through all my drawers?” Kageyama’s voice came from the darkness. After turning out the light, it took your eyes some time to adjust.

“You heard that?” You cringed lightly.

“You were kind of slamming them.” He laughed quietly as you tiptoed to the bed, sitting on the edge. Your eyes adjusted and you saw him sitting up, his back against the headboard, watching you as you looked around his room. “You look pretty like that.”

“Like what?”

“Just sitting there.” He shrugged and leaned in a little. “What are you thinking about?”

What were you thinking? You certainly weren’t letting the comment get to your head. You weren’t thinking about how, for someone who stumbled over everything he was trying to say earlier in the night, he managed to switch it around and continued giving you the best compliments anyone else ever had. You certainly weren’t thinking about how you feel a little less alone when you are with him or about the fact that you didn’t actually like being alone even though you told everyone that you did. You definitely weren’t thinking those things.

Except you were. You were thinking of every single one of those things, but you couldn’t tell him any of it.

“Just thinking about how clean your bathroom is,” you lied and Kageyama laughed. It was that laugh that seemed almost wrong on his face, like it didn’t belong or didn’t know how to be there, but god did it look good. “I really like when you smile.”

Fuck. Why did you say that? Why did you say that?! It might have been true, but read the room, this was not the time for comments that sounded romantic. You just had sex. Couples say stuff like this afterwards. You and Kageyama are not a couple. You panicked slightly, trying to find a way to change the subject or at least fix it so it didn’t sound so cheesy, but you heard Kageyama laugh and you looked up to see him smiling.

“Thanks. Not many people tell me that.”

“Really?” You were sure he got tons of compliments from all his fans.

“I guess I seem too serious most of the time.” He shrugged.

“I find that hard to believe.”

“You don’t think I’m serious?”

“No, I mean, I don’t know. I’ve been around you a total of, like, eight minutes.”

“Well maybe if you wouldn’t leave so quickly afterwards, you’d know.”

“Fair point.”

“Every time I’ve opened my mouth tonight, I’ve managed to insult you.” He had a point and you laughed at his little eye roll. “Because of that, I just stay quiet. People mistake that for being serious.”

“I do agree that your compliments need work. But they’re not terrible .”

“They’re not?”

“I distinctly remember you calling me pretty earlier.” You pointed out and watched him think about it before you could see he remembered. “I also remember you saying I was amazing and so good .”

He laughed at your overly dramatic reminder of his compliments and you felt a fluttering in your chest at the sound. Kageyama was cute. So fucking cute. He had some weird quirks about him, but who didn’t? He was sweet, good in bed which was an incredible turn of events, and he was easy to talk to. These were all surprisingly difficult qualities to find. Most of all, he seemed to like you which was another quality that was difficult to find. Nearly impossible, actually. It really made you wonder why he didn’t already have someone. How could a guy this good, that could get anyone, be alone?

“Why didn’t you want me to leave?” It was a bit forward, you had to admit. It was forward and kind of a weird time to even ask it, but it had been weighing on your mind a bit. It wasn’t even that he didn’t want you to leave, it was that he seemed worried that you would. There was a definite difference between the two and you were curious about his thoughts.

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “You make me feel less alone.”

“You know, any woman, or man, can do that for you too.” You smiled, leaning towards him and he shook his head with a smile.

“I can assure you, that’s not true.” He sat up, moving close enough to you to grab your arm and pull you to lay back in bed. You followed, letting him cover you with his blankets and he propped his head up on his elbow and stared at you. “Your company is different.”

“What is so different about me?” You rolled onto your stomach and looked at him, resting your chin on your palm.

“You’re just different.”

“How?” You were prying. This was definitely prying and you could tell that Kageyama struggled a little, but it seemed less like he didn’t want to tell you and more like he wasn’t sure how to explain it.

“I feel like when we’re together, I can just be me. It’s like I can forget that I’m a pro athlete for a while.” He seemed satisfied with his answer, but when he looked at you, he could tell you were still confused. “It’s like you not caring that I’m an athlete, gives me a chance to forget it too.”

You stared at him, your eyebrows together as you thought about it. It made sense, but also didn’t make sense.

“God, I suck with words.” He covered his face with his hands and groaned.

“No, no. I get it.” Well you sort of got it. “But it’s not like you’re wearing your uniform. It’s easy to forget.”

“You’d be surprised. I’m never just Tobio Kageyama with anyone.”

“Who else would you be?” Now you were confused again.

“Pro athlete, famous setter, olympian, rich guy with an expensive apartment–”

“In defense of that, you do have a really expensive apartment.”

“Did you steal anything from any of my drawers?”

“No!” You sat up, appalled that he would even think that.

“Did you tell anyone that you were with a pro volleyball player?"

“Just the friend that was with me when I found out.”

“Have you tried getting into any of the games using my name?”

“No, but–”

“Have you asked me for anything like getting into clubs or expensive jewelry or anything?”

“You know I haven’t. Who would ask–”

“Exactly. Who would ask for that? But people do.” He shook his head. “All the time.”

“Damn.”

You knew people could be shitty, but this was a whole other level of surprising. You worked in a bar and have come across some terrible people that treated you like garbage, but that was your job and you could walk away from it. Kageyema didn’t seem to have that luxury at all.

“Well, Tobio Kageyama, you do not have to worry.” You patted his arm and leaned closer. “I don’t even like volleyball.”

He almost snorted at that, shaking his head with a smile before staring at the wall for a short while and then bringing his attention to you.

“You know, I liked that you didn’t know who I was before, but I think I like it more knowing that you know.”

“Me too, “ you agreed. It was almost sad how something as simple as friendship or kindness or love could be so difficult for Kageyama to find. You were sure being a pro athlete had its perks, but given the opportunity, you weren’t sure you would give up your anonymity to the world or give up the comfort of knowing someone wanted to be with you because of you and not your money or fame.

While you were thinking, he had moved closer to you, resting a hand under your chin before leaning in and kissing you. You had been so caught up in talking that you’d almost forgotten that you both had just fucked. He opened his mouth, dipping his tongue out to taste your lips and you inhaled sharply. What was it about guys being vulnerable that had you getting so hot? You pulled back to look at him, wanting more and fairly certain he wanted more too.

Kageyama noticed something in your eyes. You were thinking of something and before he could ask you what, you smiled. A big, bright, wide smile that had his breath catching in his chest. What were you thinking?

“What?” He questioned hesitantly. You considered responding, but decided against it as you leaned in and kissed him again. Kageyama immediately pulled your body closer to him and deepened the kiss further. It almost felt strange though. It was a new feeling for you. He was naked and you were naked, but it felt different. It was almost more intimate, like cuddling without the cuddling part. Your hands ran all over his bare skin before they found themselves squeezing his ass. Somehow your hands always found themselves there.

“Yes,” he moaned into your mouth which made you smile and you couldn’t resist lightly biting his bottom lip which elicited another moan. God, he was easy. You loved how easy he was. He was also hard as a rock and you pulled yourself away from his lips, wiggling your way under the covers until you were between his legs.

Still just as beautiful. You hated that. Men shouldn’t be allowed to have pretty dicks. They should all be ugly, but that just wasn’t the case with him.

While you were down there, you happened to notice something you didn’t see last time. You were so sure he was one of those guys who had no interest in maintaining his pubic hair and just got lucky with a minimal, perfectly-shaped amount. But, just above his pubic bone where the hair seemed to magically stop, there was a little bit of regrowth. You didn’t see it last time because you weren’t this close, but this man actually took care of himself.

Your little celebration of hope for women everywhere ended abruptly as Kageyama shifted his feet back and forth, anticipating your touch. He gently lifted the blankets up and peeked down at you and you used the opportunity to hold eye contact with him as you slowly and lightly licked up the side of his cock.

“Oh fuck.” His head dropped back onto the pillows and his hips thrusted forward involuntarily. It was a really light lick, you could imagine how frustrating it must have been, yet he still ate it up and it only made you want him that much more. So, you picked up the pace a bit, your lips surrounding the smooth head before pulling off and slowly dropping deeper until you felt like you might gag. It had definitely been a while for you, so you decided taking your time was best.

The deeper you went, the louder Kageyama got. The faster you went, the more he begged for more. You didn’t know him that well outside of the bedroom, but his shy demeanor the first time you met, anxious or not, couldn’t possibly match how vocal he was now.

“Yes, baby! Harder!” He cried out and you were slightly confused by what harder meant, but he seemed happy as long as you continued so you just kept up with it. “God, baby… fuck .”

You were also a little confused because he definitely knew your name now, yet he still insisted on calling you ‘baby’. Either way, it was hot as hell hearing him moan like that, so you weren’t about to complain.

As you continued, you were sure he was close to climax when suddenly he quickly yanked the covers up and looked at you. You nearly jumped back, not because of him looking, though it was jarring having you suddenly exposed while having a full dick in your mouth, but what had you jumping was how surprised you were at the sudden movement.

“Get your ass up here.” He choked, his voice raw. You paused for a moment, almost confused because it sounded like you were being scolded? Maybe he wanted to role play. You sat up and wiggled your way back up to him and he shook his head. “No, no. Your ass.”

“What?”

“Your ass… Your butt. Bring your butt up here.”

“My ass and my butt are the same thing, Kags.” You honestly were confused because his voice was quiet and raspier than it normally was and what he was asking for didn’t make sense.

In the most dominant gesture you had ever seen from him, he sat up, rolling his eyes at you, and grabbed your hips while twisting your body so you sat on his face, keeping your face at his groin.

If you could have laughed, you would have. He meant your literal ass. Bring your literal ass up here. If it weren’t for how incredibly sexy it was that he lifted you so easily, the fact that the man was trying to sixty-nine by saying ‘ get your ass up here ’ would have set you into a fit of laughter. You weren’t laughing though because man was this guy it.

You leaned forward again, wrapping your lips around the tip of his erection and sucking lightly before you felt the most heavenly movement in between your legs and instantly pulled off of him.

“Holy shit.” Your hips naturally lifted and he grabbed them, pulling them back down. “Kags…”

That tongue. You knew that tongue would be trouble. You didn’t know when the trouble would present itself or how, but you knew that eventually it would. And now was when it finally did. If his fingers over your clit felt amazing, you didn’t have words for his tongue. God, and he was moaning. Hewas moaning as he pushed his face deeper in your folds.

“God…” You dropped your head to rest on his hip as you did your best not to grind down on him. You were turned on, definitely turned on, but this had you crying and clawing against his thighs. His tongue swirled and flicked and rubbed while he was sucking and kissing and still somehow moaning against your body. Those moans were going to be the death of you and it didn’t matter what you wanted to do, you body was no longer in your control because as long as he continued what he was doing, you couldn’t stop yourself from thrusting your hips forward and holy fuck–

You whimpered. It wasn’t even whimpering. Whimpering might have been sexy. You bleated. You bleated like some sort of fucking goat and it didn’t even matter because immediately your head flew back as your body contorted trying to arch your back in an impossible way. You couldn’t care though. You couldn’t care what you were doing, what your body was doing, or the fact that you were making animal sounds because Kageyama kept licking and sucking and your brain felt fireworks inside. Like the grand finale where it felt like it would never end, bigger and bigger sparks kept blasting through your mind and shooting through your body like electricity, tensing your muscles and forcing your nails to dig into his thighs. You felt sorry, so terribly sorry, and yet you couldn’t do anything but sob until the involuntary convulsing stopped and you quickly lifted your hips from his face, hearing him gasp for air.

He was at least breathing. That was a good sign. His chest rose and dropped quickly, each time hitting your stomach and you willed yourself to sit up and look at him, but you literally couldn’t move, your body exhausted. After a couple deep breaths, you were able to lift your head and realized you had drooled all over his perfect pubic hair. The chances of him not feeling it were slim and you cringed.

Your breathing slowed, returning to normal and you realized his did as well. A light warmth grew along the skin on your hip and you realized Kageyama was gently rubbing your body.

“You okay?” He asked quietly.

“What the fuck was that?” You did your best to turn your head to look at him and he looked confused.

“What?”

“How could you not tell me you were that good at oral?”

“I forgot.” He shrugged.

“You forgot.” You shook your head. “What the fuck.”

Finally, maybe it was annoyance at his nonchalance towards his skill that you had no idea he possessed, but you were able to sit yourself up and turn around, low crawling over to his groin and sitting yourself down. You lined yourself up, ready to sink down.

“Wait, wait.” Kageyama turned to his night stand and quickly pulled a condom out and put it on. God damn it, this guy literally ate you out to the point of you having no idea what you were doing that you nearly raw dogged it. “Why don’t you lay down.”

He sat up and leaned you over until you were under him and he slid himself in. This whole time you were thinking he was the easy one when maybe it was you. He thrusted gently before bringing his lips to yours and it was in that moment that you became more aware of what was happening, bringing your arms around him and wrapping your legs around his back. He thrusted faster and you realized that maybe it wasn’t the kiss that woke you up. How did this already feel so good?

“Holy shit. Already?” You mumbled, pulling away from the kiss and dropping your head back with a moan.

“Do you want me to wait?” He slowed down briefly.

“I don’t think you’ll need to.” You shook your head. He sped up again and almost immediately, you felt the building of heat in your stomach. “Faster. Faster.”

As he sped up, Kageyama’s moans became groans as he worked harder and you could see the sweat bubble up on his upper lip. All you wanted was to taste him and you reached up, bringing your lips to his. Even with him focused on driving himself into you, he still managed to melt against your lips.

Salty sweat and the little bit of you that was left on his lips had you deepening the kiss, pulling him against you. He lifted your hips up, trying to make it easier to thrust while kissing you, but instead just groaned against your mouth.

“I can’t wait,” he breathed.

“It’s okay.”

“You feel so good,” he whined, somehow moving faster. His eyes pinched shut and you could feel his rhythm faltering, his thrusts becoming deeper. As his mouth dropped open, it occurred to you that this entire time, you had never seen this man’s orgasm face. If his volume was any indication, you felt like you were in for a treat. Though, he did sort of have a resting bitch face, so maybe he just looked angry.

His fingers dug into your hip and you watched him clench his jaw, breathing through his teeth as he drove into you roughly. Again, his mouth opened and he grunted. It was an ugly grunt and you felt less bad about your previous goat bleating. Another grunt, another deep thrust and his face turned a dark red. Uncomfortably dark and you realized he wasn’t breathing, the veins in his neck bulging. Small whimper. Awkward thrust since he didn’t really pull out before he pushed in further. A gentle but firm hip squeeze and you could feel his body shaking. One last quiet moan.

Then he smiled. You pulled your head back a little to look. He actually smiled. There was no way that was it. No way was his orgasm face a smile. He exhaled heavily and took a deep breath, his face starting to return to its normal color.

“What the fuck?” You grumbled.

“What?” His eyes were still closed and you could tell he was still in a daze.

“What in the actual fuck. That’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair?”

It didn’t matter, but god damn it, it wasn’t fair. Tobio Kageyama, you asshole. You grabbed his cheeks and pulled him down to kiss you, which he did. So fucking well. His arms wrapped around you and you tightened your legs around his waist. Kissing him before sex, during sex, after sex, it didn’t even matter. It always felt good. You imagined how kissing him at a cafe would feel. Or maybe in some alleyway when you sneak away from the crowds of people to get a moment to yourselves. You thought of kissing him in a movie theater, the way his arm would wrap around your waist and pull you into him. And kissing him in your apartment as you pushed your cat away just to get closer to each other.

With the worry that maybe you had taken it too far, thought too deeply into this, you pulled away from his lips. He looked at you and you were sure you probably had a look of worry on your face, but his own expression didn’t reflect that at all. He looked at you and smiled before gently kissing your lips and leaning back to look at you again. Were his eyes always this pretty?

“I should pee.” You spoke almost robotically. Trying to get away quickly, you rolled yourself to the edge of the bed, Kageyama’s barely flacid penis nearly being yanked out. “Fuck, sorry.”

You jumped from the bed and ran to the bathroom. This wasn’t good. Obviously you were attracted to him. You had known that from the first night you saw him. Somehow though, this kind of attraction felt different. It felt like something else. It felt like something more. Honestly, it felt like you had feelings for him.

“God damn it. It was that fucking pillow talk,” you whispered to yourself.

This wasn’t terrible. It was definitely not good, but it wasn’t awful. You liked being single and it really seemed like Kageyama was too busy for anything anyway. That was a good thing. At the same time though, it kind of hurt. Maybe things changed for him too. Maybe after the magical pillow talk, he felt differently.

Fuck, no, he had no reason to feel differently. You were the one that was impressed this time. He didn’t get anything different than the first time around other than a new bra color. Shit, you were the one reaching to his level now. He was hot, successful, funny, and good at sex? You had nothing. Nothing .

No. No . You’re overthinking this. You needed sleep. What time was it? You looked next to the sink and saw a clock. Of course he had a clock in here. Damn it.

You leaned over the sink and splashed cold water over your face. No overthinking. No expectations. Stop worrying. Just go out there and sit. That’s all you have to do. Just sit.

After peeing and a couple deep breaths, you opened the bathroom door. You had expected the cover of darkness in the bedroom to give you a couple more seconds to yourself, but when you opened the bathroom door, Kageyama had turned on the bedroom lights and you stood in the doorway. Not just stood, but stood completely naked.

Quickly ducking back into the bathroom, you looked for anything to cover with. There was a robe next to the shower and you grabbed it, throwing it on and moving back to the doorway. He smiled at seeing you in his robe and that was definitely not what you needed.

“Is there any way I can interest you in spending the night?” He asked, the boyish grin still on his face and he leaned forward.

“What would make you think I wouldn’t want to?” Maybe he didn’t take you running off to the bathroom as anxious, but more as ready to leave. This was good.

“You told me. In your text.” He held the phone up and it clearly said ‘do not expect me to spend the night’

“Oh, right.”

You hesitated. The thing was that being around Kageyama wasn’t actually that bad. The minimal texting you did over the last few weeks was kind of nice. He wasn’t clingy or overbearing, he listened, like actually listened to you, and compared to the first time around, the sex was pretty amazing. Scratch that. Even if you didn’t compare it, the sex was bomb. It was surprisingly difficult finding a man who looked good, smelled good, communicated clearly, and gave you orgasms. The communication on his part was shaky, but you had a feeling he was a quick learner.

You looked up at him as he waited for you to answer and you thought to add patience to that list. His hair was ruffled up on the side as if he had just woken up from one of those really deep naps that have you questioning what day it was. His cheeks were pink and his lips a little bit swollen, while his eyes looked exactly the same. The same heavy, narrow-eyed gaze. Except there was something sweet and hopeful behind it.

Maybe it was that you were recognizing the small changes in his face or maybe those small changes were because of you. Either way, seeing him look at you with that look in his eyes reminded you that being single wasn’t as great as you had been telling yourself it was. Being single was easy, but maybe easy wasn’t worth it anymore. Maybe the reason you had been convincing yourself it was great at all was because no one had shown you anything better. Maybe, though you were fairly certain, Kageyama had already shown you how good it could be.

To say he was pissed was an understatement, you had been teasing him all day running your hand up thighs, kissing his sensitive spots ect. You knew exactly what you were doing to him and it was driving him crazy. 

Even worse the two of you were at a public gathering, as much as he'd love to fuck you right here and now he knew he couldn't. 

You grinned knowing techno had been antsy all night because of you. Itching to just go home already. "Everything alright techno?" You asked as you leaned against him, grinding your hips slightly. "You're looking a little red" You giggle softly trying to ignore the bulge in his pants. 

Apparently you might have pushed him too far because he was no longer waiting to go home as he pulled you outside where there were less people. The moment you're on the other side of the cobblestone wall and hidden from view techno slams you against the wall, attacking your neck with kisses and bites. 

The feeling of it makes you gasp softly as he grinds his hips against you desperately, soft groans fall from his lips as he pulls you impossibly closer. He pulls back to look at your ruined expression, "I barely even did anything" he grinned, stepping back a bit. "You're gonna pay for all that teasing today" he growled a dark look in his eyes. "On your knees"

A nervous feeling fills you as you do what he says, he really was pissed. You looked up at him through your eyelashes as he undid his belt. He groans finally being able to free his large length from his pants. 

Your hands run up his thighs and over his bulge, he groans again bucking his hips towards your hand desperate for your touch. "What if someone hears us?" You whisper a bit worried.

"I guess you should have waited to mess with me then huh?" he lightly grabs your hair as he pulls down his boxers. "Color?" 

"Green" you gasp as you start to softly kiss at his cock making another low groan leave his lips. You look up at him once more as you teasingly kiss his tip. He growls yanking your hair a bit, "don't get yourself in more trouble now" He warns as he glares down at you.

Your hand wraps around what can't fit as you finally start to pleasure your lover. Your head bobs back and forth as he leans against the wall for support. "God yes baby just like that" he moans trying his hardest not to thrust into your mouth, you quicken  your pace making his head fall back in a silent groan. He's getting close you could tell, "fuck keep going" he gasps his eyes rolling back a bit as he finally cums. A loud groan leaves him as his whole body shutters. 

His chest rises and falls as he tries to steady his racing heartbeat. "You did so good baby" He mumbles out of breath, he helps you to your feet as he starts to kiss you, holding you ever so closely. "You're so good for me" He moans, lightly biting at your neck. 

"T-techno" you groan as his hands travel under your shirt, his mouth moves further and further down giving you small kisses here and there. When he stands back up your face is dark red and your panting with need.

He lifts up your dress as his large hand moves under the cloth hiding your folds, you moan in surprise, your back arching. He kisses your lips softly distracting you from the painful stretch as he pushes his fingers in. 

Your arms wrap around him tightly as you grind down on his hand quickly turning into a mess as he moves faster. "T-techno-please more" You begg feeling your climax grow closer and closer.

"Only I can make you feel this good, all those men in there wishing they had the chance I did" he growls biting at your neck as you moan loudly, he'd let the whole world know you were taken, the way they looked at you tonight is what set him off. The way they seemed to undress you with their eyes. Disgusting filthy people. He'd make sure they know.

"Y-yes! Only you can make me feel this good" You moan your nails scratching at his back. He digs his fingers deeper inside with every thrust and you feel something snap as your body shakes. "Oh god techno!" you gasp, burying your face into his shoulder as you climax. It does little to hide the lustful moans coming from your mouth though.

Your knees buckle below you but its okay because techno is there to catch you as he wrapped his arm tightly around you, he places soft kisses on your face as he whispers sweet nothings to you. "You did good, love. Let's go home, yeah?"

Surprise surprise! The both of you are Chemistry majors, it’s utterly infuriating whenever the two of you are always paired up in projects because the both of you are equally headstrong and stubborn and smart that it always amounts to tons of snarky comments.

Kinda like when two of the smartest kids in class have different answers and the whole class just sits back to watch the battle ensue.

You hate him, hate how he always seems to be nipping at your heels at each test (sometimes even topping your grades), hate that stupid bed head hair, hate how your friends are constantly gushing over him. So why the fuck are the both of you hiding in the dingy 3rd floor bathroom as he peels your clothes of?

“Fucking hell,” he pants into your ear, hot hands skimming an electric path over your now exposed body. “If I knew such a hottie was under that nerdy exterior, would’ve fucked you earlier.”

“Oh shut up,” you snarl, rough hands fumbling clumsily over the seemingly endless buttons of his shirt. “If I’m a nerd, what are you?”

He huffs a sharp laugh, choosing to sink his teeth into the collar of your exposed collarbone instead of replying and your words are cut off with a yelp at the blunt pain.

“Your gonna leave a mark.” You whined.

“So?”

“I can’t be walking around with hickeys all over my neck!”

“Why?” His face shifts from your collar to nuzzle into your neck and instinctively your back arches into his warmth. “Scared that Akaashi will see?”

Akaashi? The quiet brooding guy that you spent most of your time with? The English major?

“Akaashi?” You echo and don’t miss the flash of annoyance that flickers in his golden eyes, the way they harden into catlike slits.

Oh, a truimphant sense of glee rushes through your veins.

“Your jealous.”

“M’not” Kuroo snaps, jaw clenching as his fingers dig tighter into your hips.

“Mmhmmm,” you hum with a wide grin, “How long had you been crushing on me hmm?”

“Maybe I should leave now?” You tease, “I’ve never thought of him that way until you said it. Now that I think of it, he’s pretty hot—“

“I don’t want to hear his name out of your mouth again.” Kuroo growls, voice deeper than usual. It sends an electrying spark down to your heated core.

“Oh yeah, what your gonna do about that then?” You just can’t shut your mouth can’t you?

It was easy to forget that Kuroo was also an athletes and the strong arms practically man handling you against the wall was a quick reminder.

His grip on your thighs is bruising, but the rough treatment only makes you tremble in anticipation. Arousal churns in your stomach when you hear the clink of his belt as fingers skin the cotton hem of your panties.

“Fucking brat,” he growls in your ear, the weight of his muscles body on your back when he ruts his hardness against your ass.

“I should just fuck your thighs,” a finger moves your panties away as his thumb rolls circles over your clit and your hips stutters at the motion. “Leave you high and dry like you always do to me huh?” His voice is almost melodic now, humming with a dark thrum that you’d never thought was possible in the usually grinning man. The movement of your hips doesn’t go unnnoticed but Kuroo merely stills them with a strong arm.

Your eyes flutters shut when you feel him press against your slit. “Beg for it.”

“Wha—what?”

“I said. Beg for it.” He demands

A strangled mewl escapes your mouth when you huff in frustration. You want him so badly, it’s seemed to be the only thing you could think about. He already feels so damned good rubbing against your cunt, just imagining him in you made you salivate.

“Please.” You pant, all pride long thrown out the window.

“I dunno, pretty sure you can’t do better than than.” he rumbles with a mocking lilt , a rough palm caressing over your ass before sharp pain blossoms over your ass from the impact of his sudden spank. “Kuroo!” You gasp, nearly choking on the moan when his fingers slide into your cunt before drawing them out in a swift motion that leaves you empty.

Desperation fills your voice. “Tetsu! Please, please please please fuck me. Need your cock.” And because you know how badly he loves having that slightest inch of power over you (it’s evident in all the gloating whenever he beats you in a test).

“Sir, please.”

There is a sharp inhale and you know that the phrase is the very thing that sends him off the edge.

You are wholly unprepared for the stretch when he slides into you. Your brain seemed to blank out as Kuroo sighs audibly at the sensation of your hot walls around his cock.

Two fingers find their way to your slit, rolling your sensitive nerves to let the pain bleed into pleasure. “What happened to your bragging?” He murmurs, picking up the pace to thrust roughly as you sob against the euphoric pleasure exploding in you.

“Bet Akaashi,” Kuroo spits out the word like it’s poison, one arm hooking your thigh from the floor to get a better leverage. “Doesn’t fuck your tight pussy like this does he?”

“Please,” you whine, the heat in your core building at each time his cock fills you up, stretching you so wide but still brushing your sweet spot perfectly. “Gonna— gonna cum Tetsurou.”

“Please what?” He asks, still not allowing you to even breathe under the force of the way his cock is rubbing against your walls and moving even faster than you’d thought was possible.

“Please Tetsurou.” You sob, fingers scrambling against the wall and a strangled grain escapes his lips when your walls squeeze down in his cock. Each slide of his shaft in you is met with the plush resistance that has his head spinning.

“That’s what I thought,” he huffs against the back of your neck, losing just the slightest bit of his rythm, becoming sloppy when the both of you reach your high.

Dean’s most effective weapon is not the hammer he destroyed the door with. The hammer that’s stuck in the wall now beside Sam’s head. It’s not his physical strength, radiating like utter heat from his body, showing in the tension of his neck, the firm grimace of his mouth, his pretty mouth. It’s not the First Blade. A blade powerful enough to kill anything and anyone, but Dean himself. 

Sam’s only weapon is a lousy knife. A demon knife, that will barely leave a scratch on a Knight of Hell. 

“It’s all you”, Dean says, leaning in the knife, leaning into Sam’s half hearted attack. 

The way Dean looks at his brother, it’s tearing Sam apart in so many ways. Ways he thought he’d buried under guilt and hunts and lore and his shame. Sam gives in and takes the knife away, he will regret it so bitterly, he knows. Of course he knows. He can’t even lay a single finger on Dean. The demon in front of him wears the face of his brother but there is nothing left of his soft side for Sam. His voice, how he calls Sam, how he says Sammy, the hair, the determined look, the tongue against his teeth. Like he’s a predator and Sam’s the prey. 

Dean’s eyes turn black.

It’s a whooshing sound and it darts Sam’s ears the moment he thought he’d surrender and then, the First Blade, fast as an arrow lands in Dean’s hand. There is not a blink for Sam to react before Dean looks at him with a triumphant smirk. The knife glides through Dean’s smooth skin of his throat like it’s warm butter. Blood spills. 

Blood

Spills

Blood is Dean's most effective weapon.

Its smell is so familiar, so luring. So intimate and so…powerful. Sam turns and runs. He needs to go. He needs to get away. 

“Oh Sammy, baby brother, don’t run away!”, Dean mocks. 

Shit, he’s right behind Sam and Sam’s judgement clouds already. He isn’t even fast. It feels like running through molasses. The air feels thick and strong, pressing Sam down, and the smell of iron and lust and Dean, oh my God, it’s Dean’s blood! - He needs to get away! Sam manages to worm through the destroyed door to the electrical room, but he catches several splinters. Some even bite his face and he gets stuck with the cast of his elbow. Spraining the right elbow, why, Sam, why did that happen? Everything’s against him. 

Memories of Ruby appear in his head. Of the smell, the taste, her body, the sex. The grunting and the mind blowing orgasm, the banging against walls everywhere they went. The power, the trip. His increasing power, a stimulant better than any human known drug. It resonates all within him with the odor of Dean’s musk and his blood. He can smell its potential, its strong taste. Sam even imagines how it would make him feel. Running away never felt so hard like right now. He remembers the withdrawal and the pain behind his eyes blinds him as he trips in the hallway and tumbles against a wall. Stinging pain in his arm, in his head and his legs feel heavy. It’s like he has Dean’s breath in his neck all this time. Even though he can’t hear him come close at all. It sounds like Dean is far away, in another world. 

“Come on, Sammy, I know you want a sip of it. Makes you all giddy, doesn't it? I can smell you. All of you.”

Sam yells something, but he can’t even make out what he says. 

“Keep runnin’ if you must, but you know I gotta find you sooner or later. It’s my home, too!”

The alarm is blaring again and Sam has no idea how far he can run. There won’t be any walls that might hold Dean back. He’s regaining strength, the human blood wears off. Even that Sam can smell. How much stronger Dean gets with every minute. 

“I taste delicious, Sammy. Just fuckin’ delicious.”

Oh, yes, Sam bets he does, that’s exactly why he needs to keep running. The smell gets even more intense now and Sam wonders how much Dean can cut himself up with the First Blade. He should’ve given the damn thing to Crowley when he had the chance to do so. 

“Stay away”, he croaks. 

There’s another hallway, one leading deep into the intestines of the Forbidden Bunker, how Dean and him called it jokingly, when they discovered it. An area full of locked doors made of the weirdest materials. Only one chance is left for Sam, when he finds that one door he unlocked in these months without Dean. He had learned a lot about witchcraft since Dean left this note on his bed, when he left Sam for Crowley and a life as a demon. When the only way to save himself from Dean was to hide himself in a panic room again, hallucinate again, he would have to do it. He rather sees Lucifer again, Mary, Bobby, all the victims they couldn’t save than to fall for Dean’s lure. Drink his own brother’s blood. This was perverted, disgusting, twisted. Even for them. The monster hunters, the monster fuckers, the monsters themselves. 

“The longer you run, the harder I bleed, brother!”

Sam tries every door on the way, but none opens. Sam’s eyes sting from the smell. What the hell is Dean doing? Covering the walls in blood? That would be insane. Even Dean would faint at one point. It must be impossible to drain a body so much before it dies. Dean isn’t possessing a body, he still has his own, whatever that means for him and his physis then. Sam trips again, he falls, on his right arm of course. He tears up from the pain that fills his chest, his arm, his shoulder. He can’t survive that long if doesn’t find a hide-out. 

It seems to be near, because Sam still can read the signs on the doors and when he finds room 616, he pushes the door open with a long and agonizing cry and slams it shut. It’s the door he unlocked already, a room, bleak as an empty tomb. Cold and pitchblack, there’s no electrical light, just candles, but Sam won’t be able to find them. He can just hide in here, pressed against a wall, praying to Castiel, to Hannah. He even cries for Crowley inside, someone needs to help him. 

Footsteps.

The smell of blood. The First Blade scraping on the tiles, Sam knows it’s that. 

“Gotcha! I really thought you’d be a bit cleverer than that. Where’s the fun when you cage yourself like a mouse?”

The door bursts open, way too easily. None of the sigils and runes seem to be an obstacle for Dean. And when light shines in the room and Sam can see not only Dean’s silhouette but also his face, he knows. Dean is covered in his own blood. His face, his slit throat, still pumping blood in long and rhythmic spurts from the wound. His arms are drenched in blood and now, with a biting smile, Dean looks at Sam and the Blade carves an S in Dean’s arm. 

“Come here, Sammy. Come to your big bro and lemme get you something real good

The stench is so intense now that Sam first vomits in violent jerks and then faints. The last thing he sees before the world turns completely black is Dean’s triumphant, sweet smile and his eyes. His normal green eyes. 

When Sam awakes again, he is tied up. Bound to a chair. They’re in the dungeon again, how did Sam come here? His head aches like it’s been run over by a stampede of bulls and his mouth tastes like vomit and blood. He tenses immediately as he’s present enough to realize his situation. Dean has tied him up here, and now he’s sitting on the desk in one corner, right beside the blood donor box that Sam got from the hospital. His legs swing and he hums a strange melody. 

“Oh, look who’s up.”

Dean jumps on his feet. Sam can see the First Blade, the damn Blade, resting on the table. Then Dean takes the syringes of human blood and starts spilling them. 

“You won’t need them anymore, Sammy. I think I won our little chase.”

“Dean, don’t do that… please. I can still…”

Dean hisses. His eyes turn black.

“You can still what, brother dearest? I already told you. I am what I am now, I am free. I’m finally free. Of humanity. I’m strong now. Efficient. Deadly.”

Sam winces when he moves in the ties. The ropes cut in his flesh and Dean removed the sling on his arm. His elbow hurts so much, it’s taking his words away. 

“You were deadly before already. The Mark made you powerful.” 

“But guess what, I’m even better now. Dean Winchester 2.0 - I’m all in for my upgrade. You see it as a bad thing, but what I see is … potential. Chances. Oh Sammy, I can conquer the world. Hell. Heaven. You really want the boring Dean back, huh?”

Sam shakes his head but that makes him feel dizzy, he stops.

“I want my brother back. The brother I loved.”

Dean’s black eyes target Sam like he’s prey again and he hates being looked at like this. It makes him feel less human, less Dean’s brother.

“I am your brother. Nothing ever changed that. But I told you to stay away from me, I told you not to look for me. But you did. You plotted against me, with Crowley, with Cas. You tied me up in this chair, you tortured me with human blood. Against my will. For someone who’s all over the place with autonomy and respecting boundaries you violated mine just perfectly.”

Sam squirms. The problem is that Dean is right. But Sam did it for the greater cause, didn’t he? Dean becoming human again was the best for everyone!

“You make me sound like the bad guy here, that’s not fair”, Sam mutters.

Dean laughs and it’s a deep, rough laugh that makes Sam’s skin crawl. This is so much Dean, even darker than usual. And it shakes Sam to the core. 

“Good, bad… Who cares. Human categories, bullshit. Nothing’s fair, Sam.”

“I need something to drink”, Sam says faintly now. 

He won’t make Dean untie him, that’s for sure, but maybe Cas will come to the rescue soon, he can maybe delay things. Also he needs to get rid of the taste of old blood in his mouth. Dean doesn’t reek of his blood that bad anymore, Sam is very much aware of the pink line across Dean’s throat. A scar. The blade will cause scars. Or at least the weapon delays even Dean’s healing. 

Dean smiles. 

“Sure. But why waste water on you when I kill you anyway?”

Sam’s heart sinks.

“Will you?”

Dean shrugs as if he doesn’t give a shit at all.

“Thinking about it. But you’re my brother, as you keep on reminding me. Maybe I should give you a chance to redeem yourself in my eyes and let you live?”

“And how would you do that?”, Sam asks, winding in his ties. 

Dean goes away. Doesn’t say another word. Sam is stunned and damn, holy shit, he’s afraid. Dean will kill him. But what is it with the possibility of letting him live?

The smell of iron. Like a perfume, soft and silky. No. No no no.

“Dean? Dean!”, Sam cries and fights the restraints harder.

He did it again. He slit his fucking throat, Sam knows it. And this time, he won’t be able to run, he won’t be able to fight back. He’s tied up, he’s in pain, he’s weak. It’s not like with the other hunters who wanted to force him to drink demon blood. He could fight them off, but now?

Emaciated. Sick. Depressed. A broken arm. Hungry. Tied up. The addiction is pulsating through his veins, giving him the chills. It’s hot and cold at the same time. Like crackling in the air, the heavy scent of blood and Dean, he can only say no.

Dean won’t take a no, why should he? He’s a Knight of Hell. Sam is human. His brother is back, his throat cut deep enough to see the structures of muscles, veins, nerves, his trachea, the pulsing blood. Sam vomits all over his shirt, but there’s not much left except bitter, yellow gall. 

“You’re sick, huh?”, Dean coos in a voice like he did when Sam was younger. It’s meant for comfort but now it just feels like mockery and Sam wonders how he deserves to see his brother slit his throat, twice, just to seduce Sam to drink it. It's so fucked up. It’s low, even for lean, mean Dean. Human Dean would’ve never provoked Sam’s demon blood addiction. 

Sam nuzzles against the hand that’s stroking his face, his eyes squeezed shut. His lips tremble. 

“Let me make you feel better, don’t pull away, Sammy…”

Sam cries out and some ugly big tears fall down his face. Is it so easy to break? He’s gone through so much pain already, through torture, rape, withdrawal. He was betrayed by everyone he loved, especially Dean. Dean’s hand is warm, but his skin feels like marble when Sam leans in, rubs his face in the palm of Dean’s hand. Is this still his brother? Is there any humanity left? 

But what would that change? They’re here now. In a bunker soaked with demon blood, Sam is tied up, Dean reigns. 

“Hush, hush”, Dean purrs, both of his hands holding Sam’s bobbing head. “It’s gonna be alright… Sammy, just give in. There will be no more pain, just us. You and me, against the world. Like it used to be.”

Sam opens his eyes but all he sees is blurry and red, it stinks of iron and vomit and Dean’s black eyes…

“I wanna see your normal eyes”, is all Sam can say right now.

A smirk.

“Anything for you, Sammy.”

And Dean’s eyes flash back to green and Sam can have the illusion of his brother just for a moment longer. Thick dark blood is pulsing out of Dean’s cut on his throat. 

“It looks disgusting, Dee.”

Dean only laughs.

“It’s not supposed to be beautiful.”

Dean cups his hand before the dripping wound, collects a tiny lake of blood in his hand and then, gently presses his blood covered hand against Sam’s lips. 

The world turns upside down. Sam feels the spinning, the spinning, the spinning!

The taste makes him want to barf, violently, but the old creature, the blood sucking monster was waiting patiently beneath the surface. Patient but greedy. Now it’s unleashed it bursts out and the first drops, he swallows. His lips limp and curled in utter disgust, but now, oh now, there’s a jolt running through his body, he sits straight up, first ties grinding, the ropes won’t last. The shackles won’t last. 

“Come on, sweet baby boy, you want more…” Dean sings, eyes black as the night. 

And slowly, very slowly and enjoying, Sam’s lips brush Dean’s hand, collect the blood, a tongue, pink, hot sneaks out, licks the offered hand. 

The ropes break. The pain in Sam’s arm fades. It’s a movement even Dean didn’t see coming when Sam bursts out of all restraints he put on him and grips Dean’s hand tight, as tight as possible and sucks three of Dean’s fingers dry. 

The Knight of Hell rejoices, pulls Sam close, closer than they’ve been for a very long time.

“That’s it, Sammy, yes, that’s it, let me take care of you… such a greedy boy…” 

Dean’s voice is distant to Sam, distorted and hollow, he remembers their youth, the motel rooms, the flickering lights, the old tv, how Dean smelled of whiskey and beer. John’s passed out in an armchair, stained in blood, piss and vomit. 

He remembers Dean’s care. The kisses at night, the stealthy handjobs in the shower, how Dean ‘taught’ him how people do it. 

Make love. 

Sam was twelve. Dean was sixteen. And he was a grower. 

A slut. 

All of this drenched in velvety red tint.

The ritual.

“Let me take care of you, Sammy…”

“I love you, Dee.”

“Never tell anyone.”

And Sam never had told anyone (but Lucifer knew - he knew everything) and deep down, buried in his mind, these feelings were in peaceful slumber, violently dragged across the floor now, kicking and crying, 

A W A K E

Sam is awake. 

He remembers the awkward, painful, dry fuck in the back of the Impala after they killed the Wendigo, so long ago, and how they never ever said a word. 

Spit is shitty lube.

So is blood.

It roars. The monster roars in Sam’s chest. It’s in agony, it’s in joy, it’s free! 

And Sam is just a puppet, always been nothing more than a puppet. He watches himself suck Dean’s fingers, then sticking his own fingers in the wound, stir it, stir Dean’s insides. The gurgling, the retching. Dean’s satisfied moans, his hands all over Sam’s now healed body. 

“Yes, Sammy, let it all out, come on… Let it all out.”

Sam only hisses. This blood, Dean’s blood, the blood of a demon, of a Knight. It’s so much more potent than Ruby’s or any other demon’s he’s ever drank and tasted. Dean is delicious. Demon tend to taste like rotting meat, titan arum aroma.

But Dean tastes of all the good things. Dahlia, petrichor, amber. His musk makes Sam’s blood boil and his pants bulge. 

“Sammy.”

“Dean”, is the first thing New Sam says. 

What Monster Sam says. His voice sounds low, rough, barely in control. His body is shaking, too much force is withhold now. 

“Brother.”

The wound on Dean’s throat is closing up again already, the healing ability is really incredible. Sam will bite it open very, very soon, but first… 

Dean doesn’t protest, he doesn’t fight back at all when Sam slams him down to the ground like he weighs nothing. There’s the crunchy sound of maybe, bones breaking, or just getting sprained, but even that, Dean will heal in no time. Dean lies on his stomach, attempts to get up. 

“Sammy-”

“Sammy is not here right now.”

There’s no surprise, no scare in Dean’s voice. Sam stomps his bare foot in Dean’s back and Dean stays, doesn’t even breathe. The adrenaline rush in Sam’s ears makes him deaf for most other things and seeing demon Dean down on his stomach, defeated so easily, it’s almost an insult. Sam crouches down, one foot still on Dean’s back, pressing him down. 

“You surrender?”, Sam asks, eyebrows raise.

“I didn’t mean to fight you at all.”

Dean chuckles, his voice raspy

Sam drags Dean on all fours, rips apart his shirt (the pretty red shirt, ruined with blood anyway) and Jeans and when he holds Dean’s hips, bends over and bites Dean’s neck, Dean hisses “Come on, Sammy, that’s it.”

That’s it.

Sam tears apart skin, Dean’s blood gushes in Sam’s mouth, warm and silky, smooth and delicious. 

“Is that what you wanted?”, Sam says in a breathless moment, before he starts sucking the wound dry, the bleeding will stop soon, way too soon for Sam to be satisfied. 

Dean growls deeply, pushes against Sam. Pleading. Sam pushes two fingers inside Dean, but feels very quickly, Dean doesn’t need it. He doesn’t want it. He needs Sam. He rips off his jeans, down to his knees and when that’s not giving him enough space, he just tears it to shreds completely. Dean’s ass is perfect. Round, juicy, firm. When he gives it a slap - a hard one - he enjoys the noise Dean makes. And then he thrusts completely inside, without hesitation. No foreplay. No gentle feeling ahead and preparing Dean’s wonderfully tight and delicious ass. He feels amazing, hot, tight, smooth. Dean hands grip Sam’s wrists tight while he fucks into him, raw, without anything to soothe the pain, make it easier, make Dean nice, slick and wet. But he doesn’t complain at all. 

“That’s it”, Dean chants, in his low, low “Let’s finish this game” voice. That’s it, over and over. 

This is no sex Sam would ever have if he was in his right mind. Covered in his own vomit, Dean’s blood, on the cold floor. Not that he has fucked any guy after he fled off to Stanford anyway. Dean is all he knows. He only knows what Dean taught him about fucking ass. 

Dean starts getting slippery with his own blood, Sam’s blood infused spit and finally, cum. Sam loses the feeling of time and space, all he can do is fuck Dean until one of them passes out, and if Dean passed out, Sam would continue anyway. 

The adrenaline rush plummets too early for Sam’s taste, the haze clears up and he’s getting aware of his ripped off clothes, the shreds of Dean’s. The fluids, the smell, the feeling. Crust everywhere. Dean is still on his knees, head sunken on the floor, his arms stretched out, breathing heavily. There’s no sign that he’s in pain. But Dean’s a demon, right? He will be fine. 

Sam drags him up, and the cocky smile, the perfect hair, it’s all gone. Dean looks like he’s had the same otherworldly experience. It’s a sight that makes Sam chuckle. 

“What are you laughing at?”, Dean asks, coming on his feet, gently swaying, but finally his wounds are closing up. 

“You threatened to rip my throat out. With your teeth.”

“Not there yet, Sammy. Not yet.”

The situation is unreal, Sam feels unreal. He knows he will never be the same. Something’s broken inside him, crumbled - yet ready to expand again, into unknown territory. 

He doesn’t remember the coercion, Dean’s betrayal - or was it Dean’s way of deliberating Sam?

Sam, leaning on the table, watches Dean come close and he leans in, a hand in Sam’s hair, gently pulling. Their kiss isn’t gentle, nothing will be gentle for a while. Teeth clash, the table scrapes along the floor and the throbbing of Dean’s pulse makes Sam rise up again. Dean bites Sam’s neck, sharp pain - and Dean drinks. The feeling is satisfying and roughening Sam up at the same time. He pulls his Knight close, closer, grabs him and bends him over the table, both still bleeding, Dean high from Sam’s blood. 

“For a Knight of Hell, you’re very pliant”, Sam growls in Dean’s ear.

Dean chuckles.

“I just bend the knee to my King.”

Sam frowns. 

“What do you mean?”

Dean hikes up and drags Sam to the mirror in the Dungeon.

“Take a look”, Dean hums, rich and satisfied in tone, “acknowledge who you are.”

Breathe in. Breathe out. First, Sam’s mossy eyes just look glassy, clear, beaming with desire for Dean. 

Then he draws in his breath with a sharp hiss. 

“You got your daddy’s eyes, Sammy.”