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winding back and unlearning - nishinoya yuu/reader (NSFW)

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A/N: I've had this written since February 29th I just didn't feel like editing it. so I didn't. I still haven't REALLY edited but it's fine just tell me it's good even if it isn't. writing smut is 50% me going "wow I'm the greatest writer ever" and 50% me going "maybe I should stop writing forever". this time for real I have another two oneshots coming - another noya/reader smutshot which is already written and just pending a rest for editing purposes and a karasuno team gangbang which will need a bit more work before it's ready to post but it's already drafted so we'll see! ANYWAYS. nishinoya. you agree. reblog.

Summary: Noya shows you how to let go.

Warnings: smut, reader is referred to as a girl multiple times/is afab, biting (I mean come on you know me by now). this is a deleted scene from the previous work linked above but you don't need to read that to understand that they fuckin'.

Word count: 2100+

“Let me show you how to let go, then.”

There’s no illusions about what he means. Not this time, not with his lips dancing down your neck to your exposed shoulder. Not with his hips pressing into yours, not with his fingertips toying with the edge of his shirt you’re wearing, and not with his fingertips brushing the bare skin at your waist.

You nod and hope you won’t regret it.

Noya’s hands dance underneath your shirt, push it up and out of the way but not off. At the sight of you, he lets out a sharp little intake of breath. He sighs down into you, stops you when you move to take the shirt all the way off. “As hot as you are, I kinda wanna fuck you wearing my clothes.”

You huff a laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”

Still, the words flutter down to your core. His hands roam your chest, never able to settle anywhere, until he can’t take it anymore and leans in to kiss your neck. “God, you’re hot.”

“How many times are you going to—mm—“

He snickers against your throat. “Oh, we’re still sensitive here, huh?”

“Oh, fuck you.”

“Trying,” he mumbles.

Oh, fine. You’re supposed to be trying this “letting go” thing, anyway. You tug at his shirt, let him ravish your neck. “Noya,” you breathe as he finds just the right spot. He responds with a sharp bite. “Careful—mark,” you gasp.

“That doesn’t sound like a complaint to me.” Bastard. You can feel him grinning.

“I have to go back to work at some point after this,” you whine. “Do you want me to walk into the office covered in hickeys or something?”

A muffled laugh. “Well—“

“Do not answer that.”

“Fine, fine.”

He returns to his mission—apparently, to get his mouth on every bit of your skin he possibly can. He’s eager and skilled with his mouth, goes out of his way to mark you places you can’t complain about. (He may or may not get away with marking you in one or two places you should be complaining about.) When he seems satisfied with having made a new tapestry on your neck and shoulders, he returns his attention to your tits, slides your bra off and out from under the shirt with little difficulty.

“That’s better,” he whispers before leaning down to capture a nipple in his mouth.

He’s attentive, or perhaps fixated—one hand on your waist, one on the other breast, both determined to map out the extent of your body however they can as you gasp into the room. When he seems satisfied, he switches, laughing around your flesh as you whine and arch your back into him. He nips at the underside of your breast before moving downward, his hips grinding against your leg just so you know he’s hard.

Not to be outdone, you, too, take the time to map out his body, find places to taste his skin, feel his muscles where he’s retained gorgeous toning from when you were younger. “Okay, I know you want to fuck me wearing your clothes, but I’d like to see you, so will you please—“

“Fine, fine.” He pulls back, whips his shirt off to let you see him. Yeah, he’s still well-toned, still got the hint of abs and the nice arms that used to have your mind wandering back in the day. They feel nice underneath your palms as you sit up to kiss him, his stomach twitching as you lightly drag your nails on the way down.

“God, you’re still so hot,” you groan as your hand meets his mark. He’s hard in your hand as you palm him through his shorts, lets out a low groan of his own as he drops his head onto your shoulder.

“I can’t keep waiting like this.” He grabs your wrist, pushes you down. “Give me a sec.”

You lean back, watch with lidded eyes as he scrambles a little overexcitedly out of his pants. His cock springs free and heavy against his stomach, and before he crawls back on top on you, he finds a condom in his side table and drops it beside you. You laugh. “You really are excitable.”

“Oh, hush,” he says, rolling his eyes. He grabs at your shorts—his, really—and tugs, pulling you towards him with them.

“I thought you didn’t want me taking your clothes off?”

He raises an eyebrow, glaring playfully. “How am I going to eat you out with the shorts on?”

“I’m sure you could find a way.”

“Too much work.” He climbs back on top of you, hands finding your ass and pulling you in close to his mouth. The flat of his tongue drags across your sex, and you drop your head back with a sigh.

He moans again you. “Delicious,” he murmurs, pausing to bite at your inner thigh. He loses himself there, taking the time to leave yet another mark on your skin. You whine, rolling your hips up against nothing.

“Quit marking me and just—“

He moves up, bites harder at your hip. “Hmm?”

“Ugh, Noyaaa, you know what I want.”

He chuckles. “I wanna hear you say it.”

“Touch me,” you whine.

“Touch you…?”

“Touch me please. Asshole.”

“Mm. I wanna mark you a bit more.”

“I am going to kick your ass—“

“Hot.” Nevertheless, his fingers find your pussy and press in gently. “You’re so wet, you know that? You didn’t have to tell me a thing.”

You roll your hips up at the contact, only for him to pull his hand away. He clicks his tongue.

“[name],” he practically sings. “You’re going to have to be patient.”

“Pleaseee.”

Again he nips at your hip. Holds your hands down while he sucks a new mark there. When at last he’s satisfied, he repositions himself, slips one finger inside you, two as you finally keen in relief.

He works you up easily, moreso due to his teasing, pumping his fingers into you with an expert curl as his tongue works your clit. As he fingers you, his hips grind against the bed. What, is he so excited he can't help it?

That's... kinda hot.

A third finger joins the fray, and you sigh at the stretch, hips rolling against his face. He continues working you, removing his fingers only to press his whole face into your cunt until you cum on his tongue.

"Fuck, Noya. Where on Earth did you learn that?" you ask as you recover.

He presses his whole body up against yours, face glistening with your slick as he leans in close. "I'm a natural, you know. I've always been good at making pretty girls cum."

"Right, right, how could I forget?"

He laughs softly, leans in to kiss you. You can taste yourself on his lips, but it doesn't bother you—you kiss right back, running a hand through his hair. Maybe tugging a bit when he nibbles at your lip. He returns the favor, once again groping at you. He just can't keep his hands to himself.

When he's satisfied himself, the hand that had been kneading your hip leaves you, searching blindly in the sheets.

You pull away with a snort. "You lost the condom."

"I-I didn't lose it!" he protests.

You roll your eyes, untangle from him as he searches. Your hand finds it quickly enough, but you let him search a little bit longer just to make him sweat. When you've had your fun, you hold it up in two fingers. "I've got it."

He smiles, drops his head against your shoulder. "There it is."

"At least one of us has our head on straight, here," you tease.

"See, I need you! I'll never make it in Italy alone without your beautiful brain by my side."

"I think you just want to bring along a chew toy."

"That's not true!"

You shove his shoulder lightly. "Besides, you always made it through fine. Although I do make things much easier, thank you."

He growls playfully, tackles you down to wrestle the condom from you. "You're sassy after you cum, huh?"

"Am I?"

He nips lightly at your throat, separates just long enough to roll the condom onto his throbbing length.

You hum. "So how are you wanting me?"

"Are you giving me the option?"

"You're the one who was pulling me around all day. Might as well fuck me how you want, too."

A low groan. He grabs at your hips, flips you onto your stomach with ease. "Hands and knees. Please."

He doesn’t have to tell you twice, not that he had to tell you at all from the way his hands grip your hips to position you for him. It’s been a little while—a lot a while, actually—and when he finally, finally presses into you, the stretch burns pleasantly. You sign in unison as he rolls his hips forward, as he pushes until he bottoms out inside your pussy. “You’re so tight,” he sighs. “Take me so well.”

Your stomach flutters at the praise. It does not go unnoticed.

He snakes a hand around to rub at your clit lazily. “How you feeling, pretty girl?”

“Good,” you moan out. “Real good.”

“That’s good. Are you gonna keep being good for me?”

“Mhmm.”

He pulls out a bit, thrusts back in—shallow first, slow and loving to allow you to get used to the stretch. It’s a good stretch, real good. You don’t know how else to describe it, other than you want it—more, harder, faster.

“Noyaaa,” you whine out.

“Mm?” His voice has grown husky, barely exerted as he stretches your walls.

You look back at him as best you can, eyes pathetic when you meet his. “Harder, please.”

You’re not really expecting the growl that leaves his throat. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

“Pleaseee?”

“Fuck.”

He pulls all the way out, flips you again so you’re dizzy, nearly slams his cock back into you once he gets your legs pushed up and out of the way. Now, he’s not holding back—his hands find yours, fingers intertwined as he pins you down. It’s almost affectionate, if not for the pure lust radiating off of him.

There’s the strength and stamina you were hoping for—he fucks you into the mattress, angles his hips just right that you writhe underneath him. He drinks in the sight of you—moaning on his cock, wearing his shirt, marks all over you from his mouth—and fights not to so much as blink.

“Are you gonna cum for me, pretty girl? Won’t you cum for me?” he croons as he pistons his hips.

“Ah—wanna cum—“

He leans down, mouth latching onto your neck and biting down as he feels you start to get close. When you cum, it’s blinding just a moment, whining into his ear, thrashing beneath him. You nearly cry at the release—it’s too good, too much, and he’s still fucking you.

It doesn’t take long to drag him over the edge with you—your walls are still pulsing around him when at last his hips stutter and still inside you.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he groans. “Did so well for me.”

You simply whine. Words aren’t gonna happen right now.

He chuckles, pulls out of you in a motion that has you both hissing. You let out a small noise of complaint as his weight leaves the bed.

“I’ve gotta take care of you. I’ll be right back, okay?” He leans over, kisses you on the forehead as you pout.

He disappears despite your childish protesting, returns with no condom on and a damp rag that has you jolting and yelping when he presses it between your legs.

“Sorry. I was only kind of trying to startle you.”

“Ass.”

“I have a nice one, thanks for noticing.”

You snort and reach up for him, making grabby hands in an attempt to get him to come cuddle you. You always have been extra affectionate after the fact.

“I’m just going to put this rag in the bathroom, and then I’ll be back, okay?”

Another whine. He laughs as he leaves the room.

But, well, he makes good on his promise—after a few moments, as your eyelids are already growing heavy, he returns, flopping down on top of you unceremoniously.

“There we go. All yours, pretty girl.”

If there’s regret to be had, you’re sure it’ll hit by morning. For now, his arm winds around you, and your hand comes up to intertwine fingers with his, and you rest, feeling lighter than you have in years.

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seekingluckynumberseven · 4 years

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Day 6: Welcome to My Life

Blech. Over-steeped tea was the absolute worst. Years of listening to Thunderpants lecture about the proper way to brew a cup couldn’t compete with the mystery in front of her. She wrinkled her nose and shoved the offending cup aside to stare at the email posted in the chat. The black headphones pumped out music, drowning out the random thoughts of a certain red head so she could focus on the puzzle. If she danced a bit to the beat, at least no one was here to see… or yell. The movement in the notes and her body always helped with the nervous energy that came along with investigations. Decisions formed from her analysis became ones of life or death in too many situations.

Mint Eye. Well, they at least stuck to a theme. The colors… the gradient flower background; she snorted. Someone in their marketing department needed to go back to school in this decade. Her playlist may have a lot of 80s and 90s music in it, but the rest of those years could stay right in the past. Especially the colors.

The words screamed “come to my crazy cult party; Kool-Aid for all!”. The ironic choice of the word magenta made her want to dismiss it as spam. A place where everyone is happy, of hopes and dreams, almost as real as the color that didn’t exist. Only manufactured by humans’ brains to make sense of a world gone mad. But over and over history showed how people cling to those contrived ideals and how far they’d go to make them a reality. That was part of the reason her shadow world even existed.

What really made her pause from out and out dismissing it staring back from the small screen. A quick flip of her wrist revealed an eerily similar designed etched into pale flesh. Seven had figured out this was tied to the mysterious hacker. Was it a coincidence that the Seeker’s Eye in the center of the sword was a simpler version of the stylized green and black eye of this Mint Eye? That this “Unknown” had lured a Seeker to this apartment out of all of the targets walking on the street. Coincidences just didn’t happen in their line of work.

There was a small chance that whoever had created the design had been exposed to a fictionalized version of their organization. The tattoo that adorned her arm was very different from the rest of the Swords. In a way it was a prototype, it’s artist a designer on a very popular video game franchise. He had “borrowed” and modified the idea of their organization to fit the game world. To say that Juno had been unhappy was an understatement. Even more so when Kali had asked him to design a new “sword” to fit her. But the artwork could hide in plain sight because of the game. The old guard truly didn’t understand the need in a world where secrecy was becoming rare. Where unknown hackers could breach the defenses of an organization like theirs without breaking a sweat.

It was a bit rude that they hadn’t invited her or Seven to drink their Kool-Aid. Happiness was in short supply in the secret agent biz. If anyone deserved a few hopes and dreams, it was the red headed hacker. Her imagination was very good at creating dreams that involved him. No cult help needed there. Too bad there truly wasn’t a paradise that could make them into reality. The smirk on her face was wiped off at the now cold, bitter taste of the tea. Ugh… she’d forgotten in her daydreaming. A message popped up in the chatroom before she could empty dump offending brown water.

707: Kali…

707: It’s late. You’re still up?

Kali: Yeah. Don’t sleep much.

Kali: Anyway, I was thinking about you.

707: Me?

707: Oh… Were you thinking about me because you’re nervous?

707: I’m sorry I can’t do anything more for your safety.

Kali: No sorries. Not that at all.

Kali: That wasn’t at all what I was thinking about tbh.

Kali: Really, I can take care of myself. Any word from V?

707: I tried…

707: But it seems V doesn’t have any service right now.

707: But I left a voice message, so he’ll call me as soon as he hears it.

707: All the RFA members, including you…

707: must be careful for the time being…

707: Please… I hope no one gets hurt because I wasn’t good enough…

Kali: Hey. It isn’t your sole duty to keep everyone safe. We have some responsibility too.

Kali: Plus you’re trying really hard. I’m sure we’ll be fine.

707: That’s… that’s not always the case….

707: You can say that because you don’t know much about me.

707: Kali….

707: I don’t think I’ve told you much about myself.

707: what kind of work I do for the agency…

707: And dark things like that.

707: To be honest…

707: I wanted to show people in the RFA

707: only my bright and fun side.

707: Because the work I do is nothing but dark and filthy.

707: I didn’t want to tell anyone about that.

707: But…

707: now that this is happening… I feel like I should talk about it a little.

707: Because if anything happens…

707: if anything bad happens because of me…

707: you… and all the other members

707: will be in so much shock…

Kali: Nothing bad will happen because of you.

Kali: I’d like to know about your workplace tho

707: To be honest, the place I work for

707: is a complete shithole

707: where even a mindless joke can get you killed

707: So it’s actually weird

707: for me to say that nothing bad will happen.

707: It’s the only path I could choose, so I don’t want to whine about it.

707: But… I want you to know this.

707: Nothing good will come out of you knowing,

707: but I’m not a clean and bright person…

707: And

707: since you can be put in danger because of me,

707: we need to keep our distance…

707: If we’re like how we are now, where we can’t meet

707: and you’re neither friend nor family, you’ll be safe.

Kali: Not even friends? That’s really sad.

707: I don’t know.

707: you and me…

707: did we ever have any kind of relationship?

707: We just talked a bit

707: here in this chatroom…

707: And of course, I enjoyed all those conversations… but even those are pointless for me.

707: You know…

707: I only tried to laugh as much as I can in this chatroom,

707: because of the dark place I’m really in.

707: This shithole… is probably the place that suits me best.

707: I hope the members,

707: and especially you, aren’t harmed because of me…

707: but I don’t know.

707: I’ll be more careful from now on.

Kali: Seven, you need to think about yourself too.

Kali: I’m always here to listen and I’ll do whatever I can to help you.

707: You are always so kind.

707: I wasn’t wrong.

707: You are an angel.

707: You are so kind to everyone,

707: and even though you just found out about the RFA,

707: you fell for my ridiculous threat,

707: and told us you’d help.

707: If I had just let you go then…

707: told V that this isn’t right,

707: convinced him to send you away…

707: you could have just deleted this app

707: and be free…

707: But it’s already happened now

707: so all I can do is be more careful…

Kali: I don’t regret this Seven. Especially getting to know you.

707: Kali…

707: Thank you,

707: but those words will have heavy consequences,

707: so please be careful of what you say.

707: Please don’t think I’m such a good person.

707: Of course,

707: I’ll take care of everything that’s already happened.

707: I’ll try harder for you because I involved you in all this.

707: Whatever happens,

707: I’ll make sure you’re never in danger.

707: but…

707: once this hacker deal is taken care of,

707: there’s something I have to do first…

707: so things might go a bit slow.

Kali: Seven… the agency, are you in danger working for them? Are they threatening you?

707: Don’t worry about it, Kali ^^

707: I’ll just go back to the Seven I always was, and come back after everything’s finished.

707: I’m sorry for being slow.

707: Please tell me

707: if anything strange happens

707: while I finish up my agency work.

707: Alright, Kali?

Kali: I’ll be fine. Just focus on yourself ok?

707: I really hope so…

707: ^^

707: I have to go now.

707: I plan to finish the agency work in a blink of an eye.

Kali: Seven, be careful. And thank you for protecting me.

707: I don’t deserve to be thanked.

707: I’ll come back soon. Take care of yourself.

707: Then… Good bye.

<707 has left the chatroom.>

Tears hadn't fallen when the bullet pierced her thigh, nor all the times when Juno would beat her within an inch of death as a “test” of control. But they fell for him, hot wet trails down her checks. Sadness and anger warred to take dominance. Anger won. The phone hit the wall with a solid thunk, a dent left behind in the white drywall. This… this was what their whole organization was formed to monitor and clean up. The Seekers weren’t fulfilling the duty her grandparents had lived and died for.

What could she even say to alleviate any of the burden on his shoulders? “Don’t worry about me, Seven. I’m the dangerous one, not you. My bad, the people who own my soul aren’t doing their job. Sorry.” He wouldn’t believe her. No one ever would. And that made her one of the Seeker’s most effective tools, a weapon hiding in the body of a young blonde woman with a sad smile and the eyes of a demon.

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