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HEAVEN AND BACK (REUPLOAD) ︰ miyuki , eijun , furuya , haruichi

⠀⠀⠀⠀— their kinks and favorite things ♡

cws: 18+ NSFW MDNI. fem!reader. unprotected sex. MIYUKI: edging, implied overstimulation. EIJUN: blowjob, throat/face fucking, praise. FURUYA: fingering, toru being ambidextrous, slight size kink. HARUICHI: sub!haruichi, oral (f receiving), handjob, vibrator.

notes: just an old post i wanted to fix up while also finally and officially putting daiya on my blog <33 totally not bc im in another writing slump

MIYUKI KAZUYA

+ EDGING. OVERSTIMULATION. miyuki can give you everything you want and take it away from you as he pleases. the power trip of having you at his fingertips just really gets to him. he wants you to enjoy yourself, sure, but not without him getting a piece and absolutely ruining it for his own self pleasure.

miyuki doesn't have to tell you that he gets off watching you struggle, it's simple enough to understand just being with him. even when he won't admit such a thing to your face, expressing it in ways that would make you keen for him to get to the end of his foreplay. he'd be a liar if he said he didn't enjoy doing it to himself either, kissing your neck to keep his thoughts straight.

he moved his hips slowly, seething through his teeth at the tight, closing feeling of being seconds away from orgasm for the fifth time tonight. you were in the same boat with your bottom lip swollen from being bitten down on, pussy throbbing for release.

"had enough?" miyuki asks you with a slight grin, lifting his face out of the crook of your neck. "y'know i wanna fuck you just as much as you do, you just cum so easy on my cock."

you try and hold back a laugh but it slips, your boyfriend's expression dropping a bit. "sorry." you cover your mouth.

"oh, so its like that, huh?" he raises his eyebrows, sitting back up and holding you by the underside of your knees, locking your legs to your chest. "you want it like that?"

miyuki pounds into you hard, the bed creaking under the weight. though his pace wasn't bruising, still keeping that silent oath of edging himself and you, but he was hitting your sweet spot with every snap of his hips. and when your eyes screw shut and your mouth parts in a silent scream, he knows he's won.

"wait! kazu— ya," your words broke by the syllables with his thrusts. "fu— ck! please, don't stop!"

like hell i would, he thinks while adjusting his pace, switching to a quick and steady rhythm that has your eyelids fluttering shut.

you've been edged for far too long, your climax building up fast as miyuki bullied your sweet spot. his stomach tightened at your face that twisted in pleasure, cock throbbing inside you as the height of his climax matched yours before he rides out his high, or so you thought.

"aww, don't tap out yet, princess." he coos, the rhythm of his hips picking back up again. "you said 'don't stop', right?"

SAWAMURA EIJUN

+ BLOWJOBS. PRAISE. as much as eijun likes to take care of you, he loves being pampered. something about you sucking him off after a long week of training just sends him into a state he wouldn't trade for the world. you're so good to him with your body that he'd still reward you with praises that would make your stomach tighten.

eijun leaned back into the headboard, relaxing his body to enjoy the moment to its full extent. you were propped up on your elbows, laying on your stomach between his legs with your mouth sucking on half his length while your hand pumps at what can't fit.

your lips wrapped around the tip, teasing him a bit while his cheeks flushed a shade of pink. he swallowed a moan as you took in more of him, his hand instinctively covering his mouth.

you look up at his flushed expression with a smile, a satisfied hum vibrating around his dick just before you pull off with a pop.

"something wrong, eijun?" you ask, looking up at him with doe eyes as you stroke him, making sure to tightly part your middle and index finger at the tip.

he lets out a shaky breath, his reply caught in his throat and all that comes out is a strained noise.

"hm?" you lick up a pearl of precum off the tip, sucking on it gently while waiting for a reply.

he shakes his head.

"n-no, 's nothing you just— fuck, you feel so good." he barely gets to finish his sentence when you take him all the way to the base without warning. "mouth's so good for me." he sighs.

with your lips tight around his girth and your hand massaging his balls, his own shameful whines cut him off every time he tried to speak. not to mention the occasional jerk of his hips that had you grasping firmly at his thighs from the tip hitting the back of your throat.

"deeper, please, baby." he pleads, tucking a bit of hair behind your ear to sugarcoat the request. "want more."

obediently, you took him all the way for the last time, stilling your motion when the tip touches your throat. eijun's lips were parted slightly, the bottom one red and a little swollen from being bitten down on as you looked up at him.

the taste of his precum made your throat itch but still you bob your head gently, a string of moans falling from his lips the more you moved.

"yes, yes! fuck— just like that." he said, hands reaching to grab the sides of your face, his fingers lacing through your hair. "more.. need more, please, you're doing so good."

eijun times the controlled bob of your head with the raise of his hips, your nails digging into the skin of his thighs with the continuous touch of his tip to your throat.

"fuck, hah, you're gonna make me cum." he pants, already on the edge of release.

your eyes started to sting with tears from the lack of air and drool started to dribble down your chin. you look up at him desperately but he returns it with a look that said 'just a little more'.

and with a stuttered moan, he blows his load down your throat. your nose touches the skin above his cock while you swallow everything he gives you, the contraction of your throat making him sob just before you pull off with a gasp for air.

FURUYA SATORU

+ FINGERING. WHEN YOU SAY HIS NAME. furuya's size often slips his mind, forgetting that he's much bigger than you and that his fingers alone he could press up to that sweet spot in you with ease and that two were enough to make you feel so full. still, he still pushes for that warmth your cunt envelops him in along with the chant of his name as you get closer and closer to release.

furuya's lips rest on the skin of your neck as you lay on your back. he was propped up beside you with two fingers slowly thrusting into you, digits parted slightly to stretch you out. with his other hand he brushes a bit of hair from your face, watching with low lidded eyes.

"you okay?" he asks in a low whisper, littering a few kisses along your jaw.

you nod at the query, an assuring hum turning into a pleasured sigh when he hits a sensitive spot.

he pulls his fingers out of you, stomach tightening at how wet you've gotten with just his fingers.

"just a little more." he whispers, continuing to kiss gently along your jaw.

"satoru, i think its enough." you told him, gripping at his wrist.

he shook his head before his lips met yours, moving to kiss you deeper. his tongue pushed into your mouth, a moan coming out of him when you sucked on it. it has you melting, grip loosening as he slides his fingers between your folds, using his sense of touch to feel how much more slick he can gather before pushing them back in.

"not yet," he says breathlessly, a thin string of saliva connecting his lip to yours for a moment before he breaks away to shift in his position again. "not done with you yet."

he gets up from his place beside you, taking off his boxers and sitting between your legs instead.

he lets out a sigh when the cool air touches the tip, precum coating the head from the minutes he'd spent fingering you, listening and feeling how your body reacted to him. and god was he hard, so painfully hard from not being able to touch himself while doing so.

"wait—" you gasp, slender digits entering and pressing right up against your sweet spot again.

furuya gave his focus to your cunt, mesmerized by the glistening sheen and the sounds of you echoing throughout the room. his thought process felt hazy and fucking you had almost slipped his mind as he wrapped his left hand around his cock, already pumping to the bruising pace he was fingering you in.

"f-fuck, shit," he seethes as his eyelids suddenly start to weigh like iron from the pleasure, but he keeps them open for you. low lidded and clouded with lust.

"satoru, please. don't wanna cum yet."

not yet. not yet. he thinks, panting too hard and too engulfed in pleasure to tell you.

he could only feel the warmth of your walls around him, senses overflowing with impatience as he curls his fingers on one hand and tightens his grip with the other, giving special attention to the spot that makes you tighten. and when your walls clench around him one last time, he pulls you in close, hands wet with precum and slick but you could care less as your arms rest above your head.

furuya hovers over you, broad shoulders casting a shadow over your frame from the setting 4 o'clock sun for a moment before he rests on his forearms. the view from another perspective makes it look like he was trapping you under him from how big he was as the tip lines with your entrance, his hips move to push it in and you both gasp at the feeling. he rests his head in the crook of your neck when he builds up a steady rhythm, muffling his breathy moans against your skin but you can hear him so clearly while his hands try to find yours.

"so good," he sighs, his fingers loosely lacing with yours once he finds you. "can you— can you say my name? please?"

the hold he has on your hands anchors him, the curl of your fingers to his keeping him from slipping too far into self indulgence like before.

"satoru... faster." you moan, his pace changing at your command and stuffing you close to the hilt with quick, shallow thrusts. "fuck, you feel so good."

his stomach tightens at the praise. "gonna— gonna cum," he pants, kissing your neck to keep him from moaning too loud. "inside... wanna do it inside."

furuya didn't sound like he was asking, so you wrap your legs around his waist for assurance, heels digging into his lower back to bring him closer when his hips stutter.

he lifts his head out of the space in your neck, face hot and cheeks flushed a light shade of red as he kisses you slow and sloppy in another effort to suppress his moans again. but you can still hear them, you can feel them and how they intensify the closer he gets.

"cumming, cumming— satoru!" you moan when he pulls away.

you clench around him, strings of curses flowing out until his hips still, burying himself to the hilt.

KOMINATO HARUICHI

+ HANDJOBS. ORAL. he just looks so pretty with his glossy eyes and blushing cheeks. whether he's sitting on your lap, whimpering and nodding mindlessly at your words while you toy with his cock in your hand, or between your legs with his lips sucking your clit with fervor, haruichi's at your mercy.

haruichi sits on your lap, his arms wrapped around your neck while your hand strokes up and down his length in a steady motion. he moans against your lips, pleasure having washed over him and cut short many times.

he'd worked hard this week, balancing college studies and baseball training at the same time, so you gave him a remote, the small device clutched in his hand for the vibrator that whirred at a medium setting in you, a little bit of an extra reward. but you have a feeling that he's forgotten all about it, far too distracted by the pleasure you brought him.

his eyelids felt like they weighed a ton but he kept them open, watching your hand twist and pump around him with a sheen of precum and spit coating your skin.

"a lil' more, haru? 's getting dry." you request, slowing your pace.

haruichi opens his mouth, tongue lolling out to let a drop of spit fall onto the tip.

"thank you, baby." you smile, planting kisses from his cheek to his neck. "you feeling okay?"

he nods, swallowing thick to get rid of any potential stutter. "feels good.. so, so good— please, don't stop."

he rolls his hips, an adorable attempt to aid you in helping him reach his high.

"aww, don't worry. 'm never gonna stop." you coo. "gonna make you cum like you deserve, pretty boy. and," with your free hand you reach behind your neck where his hands rest, tapping the one that clutched the vibrator remote. "turn this up a bit, wanna feel good with you too."

his hands fumble with the remote, pushing the switch up a level. the bullet vibrating against your sweet spot earns a moan out of you, the sound had haruichi throbbing in your hand even as your pace faltered for a moment.

he pulls you in closer, opting to kiss you and drink in your moans while you stroked him on your lap.

"so pretty, haru." you comment between kisses. "my pretty boy with the prettiest cock."

his stomach tightens at your words, the praise making his vision hazy.

"want me to go faster?" you press your lips to his cheek. "'you worked so hard this week, so tell me. tell me what you want, 's okay."

it takes him a moment to relax and find the words he wants to tell you. you were already doing him so good and he was already so close, but speeding up the process shouldn't hurt.

"faster— please. i— i wanna cum so bad." he whines. "jus'— wanna cum, please."

you gladly pick up the pace, one hand twisting around his length while the other rubs the tip. haruichi's moans only increased in volume and it got harder and harder to hold back and savor the moment, his high coming up faster than he wanted.

"cumming, cumming!" he whines, desperately pressing his lips to yours as he spills all over your hand.

you take in his moans, tongues pressed together in a sloppy kiss. haruichi comes down from his high while you're about to reach yours, the fact of it evident in your moans and your panting breath when he pulls away, a string of spit connecting his bottom lip to yours.

he trails kisses from the corner of your mouth to your cheek, down your neck and to your chest, then finally stopping at your lower stomach. haruichi looks up at you as his lips latch onto your clit, lapping and sucking on it gently, actions drawing sweet moans out of you.

the remote's still grasped tightly in his hand, his thumb turning up the intensity to its highest before setting it on the floor. his hands hold onto your thighs as they clasp around his head, burying himself deeper into your cunt as you come so close to your release.

you moan out his name, the sound of it making his eyes roll back in pleasure and the his focus on your clit nearly breaks.

you part your thighs, allowing him room to breathe. slick covered him from his cheeks to his chin and pink dusted over his cheeks as he caught his breath, pulling the vibrator out of you by the string to turn it off. he brings his face closer to your pussy again, flattening his tongue to lick up a stripe from your dripping hole to your clit, swallowing the slick pooled on his tongue.

TAGLIST: @dearkamiya saw this first but here it is again 😵😵 ++ @fsh1gvro @21-06-1996 @1990-06-12 (i'm sorry for the tag sumi but i rmbed u rlly like furuya sooo)

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boohaitani · 11 months

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my baseball nerd | miyuki kazuya x reader

summary: in which kazuya is just being the baseball nerd he is

word count: about 500

just fluff <33

The sound of the television filled the room as Kazuya sat on the couch, his eyes glued to the baseball game playing out on the screen. Y/N joined him, curious about the intensity in his gaze as he watched every pitch and analyzed every play.

"Kazuya, you're such a baseball nerd," she teased, nudging him playfully.

He turned to her with a mischievous smile, not taking his eyes off the game. "Well, Y/N, it's not every day you get to witness the brilliance of the game firsthand. There's so much strategy, technique, and skill involved. It's fascinating."

Y/N chuckled, leaning closer to him. "I'll never understand your obsession with baseball, but I do love seeing your passion for it. You light up when you talk about the game."

Kazuya's eyes twinkled with excitement. "It's more than just a game, Y/N. It's a beautiful dance between the pitcher and the batter, a battle of wits and athleticism. Each pitch holds the potential for greatness or disappointment. And as a catcher, I get a front-row seat to all of it."

Y/N leaned back against the couch, crossing her arms playfully. "I suppose I should consider myself lucky to have a baseball nerd for a boyfriend. At least you'll always have something to talk about."

Kazuya's grin widened as he turned to her, his eyes filled with enthusiasm. "Oh, Y/N, you have no idea. I could talk about baseball for hours. The strategies, the statistics, the rivalries—it's endless. And I won't hesitate to educate you on the intricacies of the game."

She rolled her eyes, feigning exasperation. "Please, spare me the baseball lectures. I might just fall asleep."

He pretended to be offended, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. "Fall asleep? My passionate discussions about baseball are riveting, Y/N. I promise you won't be able to tear your eyes away."

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "Alright, Kazuya, I'll humor you. Just don't be too disappointed when I start daydreaming about other things."

He feigned shock, his eyes widening. "How dare you? Baseball should be the only thing occupying your mind at all times!"

Their banter continued throughout the game, with Kazuya passionately explaining various plays and Y/N playfully teasing him about his obsession. It was a familiar dance between them, a playful back-and-forth that brought joy and laughter to their relationship.

As the game reached its climax, Kazuya's excitement grew, his eyes never leaving the screen. Y/N watched him, marveling at his childlike enthusiasm and unwavering dedication to the sport he loved.

"You know," she said, breaking the playful banter for a moment, "your passion for baseball is one of the things I love about you. It's a part of who you are, and I wouldn't change it for the world."

Kazuya turned to her, a soft smile on his face. "And your acceptance of my baseball nerdiness is one of the things I love about you. You embrace all parts of me, even the ones that might seem a little strange."

Y/N leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. "Well, someone has to keep you grounded, right?"

He chuckled, his eyes still glinting with excitement. "I suppose you're right. And who knows, maybe one day you'll find yourself caught up in the magic of baseball too."

Y/N grinned, her eyes sparkling. "Never say never, Kazuya. With you by my side, anything is possible."

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koushuwu · 27 days

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*:･ﾟ✧ MAYBE FOREVER

content (warnings): afab!reader, cunnilingus, overstimulation, vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration, best friends to lovers, overstimulation (m!receiving), unprotected sex, inexperienced!eijun, premature ejaculation, feels, missionary, riding, assertive!reader, fade to black.

『•• sawamura eijun | words: 2,5k | daiya masterlist ••』

summary: finally the culmination of yours and eijuns night out. of your confessions. and of the longing that the both of you seemed to have shared unbeknownst to the other.

huge thanks to @heroesfan101 & @owoasis for beta reading for me. ily!

pt. 1 | pt. 2

it hadn’t taken eijun long to maneuver the two of you around, pushing your back against the sheets of your small bed. not once had he broken the kiss as he did, hungry for more. desperate for it. for everything you’d give. for you.

with you splayed out on the bed, eijun was hit by old memories of you. or well, of the times he’d yearned for you over the years, stubbornly writing it off as more curiosity. like the time where you’d bought a new summer dress and he’d struggled not to let his gaze linger on your chest or your legs for too long. like the times you’d play catch with him, indulging in his passion and making him wish to reach out and put his hands in yours, instead of the ball. the time where the train home had been so crowded that your frame had been nestled against his, the limited space forcing him to place his arm around your middle. all the times your scent had filled his nostrils when you hugged. when you touched his arm to get his attention. truthfully, how he’d managed to keep himself in denial for so long, was a mystery that eijun didn’t have half a mind to figure out. especially not with you looking at him like that. because when you were indeed looking at him with those eyes, he wanted nothing more than to please.

his t-shirt was still nestled against your skin, covering your body save for the sliver of skin where it had ridden up on your stomach. where it exposed both you and the panties you still wore underneath. panties that eijun longed to rid you of. panties that, while cute, in eijun’s opinion obscured the most wonderful view he’d never even dreamt of laying his eyes upon. yet, here he was, with a soft tingle in the very tip of his fingers that silently begged him to clear the view. to clear the way. to touch. caress. to feel and be felt.

“you’re sure?” he asked, as if you hadn’t already reassured him plenty. as if you hadn’t already explicitly told him to take you. he still asked and you let out a heavy sigh as you grabbed him by the neck, and pulled him in. lips just shy of pressed together, the ghost of a kiss as you take his hand in yours, eyes intently locked on his.

“yes,” you said, gently yet firmly guiding his hand to the hem of your panties. further. just underneath the waistband. “i’m sure.” and then you kissed him. you kissed him with intent that eijun wanted nothing more than to savor in his heart forever. you kissed him and his fingers twitched the moment he found you. shit. delicious. utterly delicious and eijun wanted more, so he broke the kiss, mouth watering at the thought of what else he could use his mouth for. he wanted to know and he wanted to try. everything that his mouth could do for you. for him. because this— this was all for you and for him.

eijun’s lips attached to your jaw. your neck. tongue tasting your skin as he relished in the sweet arch of your back, lifting you off the bed enough that eijun could push up the t-shirt and expose more of your skin to him. nipping, licking, kissing, tasting, discovering. eijun traveled. eagerly swayed by the urge that tugged him downward. as he moved, eijun wanted nothing more than to savor the way your breathing grew heavier, with every touch of his lips to your skin. the hitch when his tongue softly traced your skin on his way south. his own breathing matching yours, when your hand slid into his hair. he smiled against your abdomen. couldn’t help it. especially when your nails scraped softly against his scalp, as he placed a kiss to your hip, eager to finally rid of your panties and put his lips to the sweet promise that beckoned him.

“yes,” you repeated the moment eijun looked up from his spot between your legs. as if you knew the exact question that rested at the tip of his tongue, and threatened to spill. as if you knew him, saw him, before he even got the chance to expose himself to you. but that one word was what he needed. all he needed. exactly what he needed. permission as much as an urging for him to do something. and he did.

eager fingers made quick work of your panties, haphazardly discarding them on the floor. part of eijun wanted to take his time with you, to prolong the pleasure and the time he got to spend with you. but eijun wasn’t exactly a very patient guy. so the other half of him, the one currently screaming at the top of its lungs, was pulling and dragging and pushing. fighting with all of it’s might, urging him to dive in and indulge in you and ultimately in his own pleasure through yours. it wasn’t even a fair fight between the two parts of him. in fact it wasn’t even a fight at all. the part of him wanting to go slow backed and cowered at the sheer force, presented by that other half of him. and thus he indulged the desire. heeding its call, and dove face first, into your lap.

the breathless whine that escaped from your lips when his tongue swiped between your folds was intoxicating. invigorating. electrifying to such a degree, that it made eijun’s mind spin. rapidly. there was nothing he wanted more, at that moment, than to make you feel good, and to hear you whining like that again. eager, he lapped at your hole. your clit. sucked, licked, nibbled. all in a frantic search for anything that would make you do it again. your fingers curled in his hair, holding on tight as your thighs quivered, threatening to trap him between them. and oh how he wanted to be. how he wanted to feel your legs tighten around him, and hold him in place. as if spurred by those thoughts, eijun moved to your clit as one finger found your entrance. tighten. clench. he wanted to feel you clench around him. and you did, when he pushed that one finger inside, eliciting a sound so delicious from your lips.

he must be doing something right, to be granted such sweet of a noise. for him. and for his ears alone. he wanted more. he wanted, he wanted, he wanted. but he knew that he had to be patient. at least for just a little bit. and he fought. he really did. forcing himself to wait and work you open.

with a slow, experimental curl of his fingers, he was sure he’d lose it when you keened and bucked into him. you liked that, he concluded. so he did it again, and the way you clenched around his fingers was almost too much for him to take. the entire culmination of the most intoxicating thing he’d ever tasted and the sweetest sounds he’d ever heard. the needy throbbing of his own cock and years worth of want he’d never even dared acknowledge. the flowering love in the pit of his stomach, like a bud that finally sees the light, finally blooming, thriving in the warmth. it was all too much and for a moment he was scared he might just burst way too soon. but then your hand caressed his cheek and he opened his eyes to look at you, not even realizing he’s closed them, and it all washed away. there was nothing to be scared of. he was safe. you were safe. with him. for him. together, the both of you were safe.

“come to me,” you rasped, and he knew in that moment that whatever you asked, he’d give it to you. he’d give you anything and everything. and as much as he wanted to salvage the taste of you forever, he knew he wanted to give himself to you more. and so he did, moving further up on the bed, towards your waiting lips. your beautiful, wonderful lips. before he could capture those perfect lips, you wrapped your arms around his neck, legs around his waist of leaned up, breath ticking the skin of his cheek. his neck. his ear. “let’s do it,” you whispered into his ear, making him shudder, even with that light, playful tone. his best friend. still his best friend, even now. even here, scarcely dressed and with your arousal lingering on his tongue. you were still his best friend. a thought that felt both comforting and welcome. he smiled, letting out a breathy laugh as he rested his forehead against your collarbone.

“whatever you want,” he said. he confessed. anything. everything. he breathed you in, the familiar scent tinged with something new and raw that made his cock twitch. “you can have it,” he added, strained by his need and desperation for you.

“good. because i want you,” you said, and let your fingers trail from his scalp, over his neck and down his back. your nails raking his skin, causing shivers down his spine. “i’ve waited long enough. don’t you think?” you added after a pause, and eijun nodded. yeah. you had. of course you had.

from there on, eijun didn’t remember how his underwear had ended up on the floor. he didn’t remember how his t-shirt had been hiked up over your chest; only that he’d sucked in a breath when he took in the sight. he didn’t remember when you’d reached down between the two of you, only that your hand was wrapped firmly around the base of his cock. that you’d pumped him a couple of times, before pulling him closer with your thighs around his waist and your heels digging into his flesh. he didn’t remember because instead his mind zoned in on the taste of you, the closeness, the touch of your skin against his, the glistening sweat on both your bodies. your scent. his scent. the wet slick when you positioned his cock against your opening. the groan that tore from his throat and fanned over the crook of your neck as he buried himself against it. as he pushed, and in turn buried himself in your cunt as well. you took him in, inviting, moaning high pitched at the feeling of him. throbbing, pulsing and spreading you open.

“shit.” his breath was ragged when he felt you around him. when he heard the sweet tones of your voice beckoning him to lose himself in you. but he couldn’t. he stopped, cock sheathed inside of you. “give me– ah– wait,” he panted against your neck. you felt so good. so delicious. the entire thing was too much for him to handle. your taste, your scent, your voice, you. you, wrapped around his cock so wet and tight, that he felt like he might burst at any moment. he couldn’t do that. couldn’t let it be over. not yet. not yet, not yet, not yet. he just needed– needed– a moment.

you didn’t give him a moment. you clenched down on him, with your arms wrapped around his neck. you rocked your hips up to draw him impossibly closer. deeper. he moaned. a low, desperate sound that he himself didn’t even recognize. “wait,” he begged. but you didn’t listen.

“i already waited. eijun, i waited,” you told him, speaking into his hair. “for years, i’ve waited. for you.” you tightened around him and his cock throbbed. hard. he moaned, tensed, and dug his teeth into your shoulder. you yelped in surprise. surprise, and the rush of pleasure that rippled through you at the sensation. and then he went still.

“please,” he pleaded, voice barely above a whisper. please wait. please just a moment. please hold me. please give me more. please. please. he whimpered when your arms slid from around him, to instead cup his face between your hands, tilting his head until he were looking at you, eyes glassy.

“eijun–” you started, but he squeezed his eyes shut.

“if you don’t stop doing that, i’m going to come right now,” he finally grit out. and unfortunately for him, you were always one for a challenge.

he should have known. but he didn’t realize. he didn’t even understand what was happening, before you’d moved, slipped from him, only giving him enough time to hiss at the loss of contact, before you had him on his back, his hands already settled on your hips as you hovered mere inches above him. how it happened, he didn’t know. and he didn’t care. because all he cared about was the look on your face. the feeling of your hand around his cock, and he looked down just in time to watch the way he slowly disappeared between your folds, as you sunk down on him. he didn’t have time to think. to brace himself and his hips bucked on their own accord, and he tensed. shit, shit, shit. shit. shit. yes. and then. silence. and when he came to, and finally opened one of his eyes, he found you atop of him, smirking.

“did you just—?” you asked, trailing off. teasing.

“i’m sorry,” he muttered in response, a dim shade of shame tinging his words. no, not shame. bashfulness. “i told you not to move.” for a moment you watched him. your gaze making his cheeks heat up.

“well,” you said, lips stretching into a wicked grin. and then you rolled your hips. eijun hissed, fingers digging into you. he sucked in a breath. you did it again. his eyes screwed shut. “i hope you’ve still got some of that stamina from the diamond in you. because i could go for one more,” you added when his eyes widened. and then you rocked against him again. and again.

“shit–” eijun’s grip tightened. you stalled and cupped his cheek. he opened his eyes, gazing up at you through his lashes. you were beautiful. truly a sight to behold. something he wanted to be able to look at forever. someone that he never wanted to let slip through his grasp. and you felt just as beautiful. maybe even too beautiful. so beautiful it stung. but he never wanted to be without it. without you. it was– it was–

“you okay?” you asked, and eijun shuddered. he nodded, even as he winced at the drag of your walls over his cock. the sensitive head. the aching vein running along his shaft. he nodded. because even as you were too beautiful to look at and felt so good it was almost painful, he didn’t want to be without it. without you. without your touch. maybe– maybe he could just stay here forever? you rolled your hips against him again, and your lips slotted against his, and it was all too good. too much. so good. not enough. his hips stuttered as his fingers dug into the flesh of your hips. so, so good. too good. he whined as he felt every inch of you. wishing he could stay here forever. wishing he could keep you all to himself now and forever. yeah. he loved you today. and he would love you tomorrow. and maybe. maybe forever.

#fanfic #sawamura eijun #sawamura eijun x reader #sawamura eijun x reader smut #sawamura eijun smut #daiya no ace #daiya no ace smut #daiya no ace fanfic #uh— what do i even tag #who knows #i guess that’s fine or whatever

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i-luv-yuu · 1 year

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Hey everyone, I’m back with a new form of content, it’s a newly published podcast I did with my brother on how to live life after a death of a loved one commemorating our mother’s suicide on Mother’s Day. I would greatly appreciate a listen or a share! If the podcast gets 30 new listeners, I’ll release an update on the highly requested NFSW Kuroo x reader smut, Elevator Escapades as well as another update on my Daiya no ace angst, What You Left Behind both within this month!!! So if you want an update for those fics, PLEASE give it a listen and share it with your friends and family! It’s available aible on multiple platforms such as Apple podcast and Spotify and many more!!

#haikyuu x reader #kuroo smut #daiya no ace #chris yuu takigawa #daiya no a act ii #daichi sawamura x reader #iwaizumi smut #osamu smut #ushijima smut #miyuki kazuya #sawamura eijun #kuramochi x reader #haikyuu hinata #haikyuu tobio #haikyuu smut #haikyuu kuroo #haikyuu koutarou #haikyuu sakusa #daiya fic

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miyuwuki · 3 years

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Hello 🖤💟. Im happy that there are still some active DNA + KNB blogs. And since your inbox is opened I would like to requests some NSFW hcs for (adult) Miyuki Kazuya ? Nothing specific so its up to you. By the way, i cant send you anonymous messages so there may be some who would like to request without showing their usernames 🖤💟. Thank you much tho. I enjoyed reading cookie monster 😍🖤

hi love! i apologize, i didn’t realize my anon asks weren’t on. but they are now! thank you for letting me know. :) and i’m so glad you enjoyed cookie monster!

warnings: nsfw stuff. mentions of blowjobs, sex, slight bdsm. minors dni (18+)

adult!miyuki kazuya x reader nsfw hc’s!

miyuki is definitely a switch

as much as he likes making you feel good, he likes feeling good too

does a shit ton of dirty talk. it’s neverending

“you like that? right here?”

“i’m going to screw you so hard”

let’s start with the dominant side of the spectrum

he will definitely spit in your mouth while having a grasp at your neck

“open that pretty mouth of yours,”

“it would look so pretty around my cock”

and you take it in like the good girl he says you are

this is no surprise but he loves seeing you messed tf up

will edge you at first and then overstim you at the end

“can’t handle it anymore? too bad”

i just know his cock is massive

he loves it when you moan his name. it feeds his fat ego

“i can’t hear you, y/n. louder”

and he loves fucking you in his jersey

his number, his scent

you’re literally his

so he usually likes doing you from the back where he can have control of your hips

it helps him slam into you harder

he usually grunts in your ear and tells you that he’s close

and when he comes, you milk out his cock until there’s no more

BUT WHEN HE’S A SUB RIGHT

this occurs when you’re horny/bored or when he’s tired or had a long day

when you see him come home exhausted from practice or work or something

you slyly climb onto him to straddle his lap and start kissing his jaw then down

you usually opt to give him blowjobs because you like the way it feels in your throat

also, you know it makes him feel like he’s on a high

“y/n, what do you think you’re doing?” he says as you kiss down his chest

“you don’t like it? i guess i’ll just go—”

“no, stay..”

you smirk and you find yourself in between his legs

“aw, you want me to stay?” you teased

you slowly pull down his pants and give soft kisses to his shaft

“tch” haha he gets impatient

poor baby, getting antsy

you smirk against his cock until taking it all at once

he moans your name and you keep bobbing your head up and down his shaft

when he tries to hold your head, you stop him

“let me do it for today”

and the tip of his cock touches the back of your throat

he cums in your mouth you open it at him showing your mouth full of his seed

“kazuya!” you say, your head cocked to the side with your mouth open

“like what you see, kazuya? take a picture”

and he does. he masturbates to it

you swallow his seed and sit next to him

“did you feel good, kazuya?”

“so good.”

“you better have.”

aaaa i hope you liked these nsfw hc’s! thank you so much for requesting it <3 please give some feedback if you’d like !!

#daiya no ace #diamond no ace #daiya x reader #diamond no ace x reader #kazuya miyuki #kominato haruichi #kuramochi youichi #miyuki kazuya #miyuki x reader #sawamura eijun #miyuki smut #daiya smut #daiyadaily #miyuki kazuya x reader #diamond no ace smut #fanfic #i love him

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tadashiwa · 3 years

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ok since requests r open.... do u see the daiya boys (do as many characters as u want) as doms subs or switches

OOOOOOOH HEHEHEHEHE I LIKE THIS ONE

miyuki: switch. hes down for literally whatever. he just wants to fuck u fr

chris yuu takigawa: soft dom <3 gentle bae

sawamura: switch !!! he likes feeling powerful but sometimes my babie gets a lil overwhelmed

furuya: hes a soft dom too but he'll get a little rougher than takigawa

haruichi: sub hehehe hes so cute i lov him fr

ryousuke: dom and hes the roughest out of all of them but doesnt like actually HURTING u

kuramochi: switch!! kinda like sawamura he likes feeling in charge and stuff but dummy needs to be taken care of sometimes

okumura: switch but either way hes gentle and he appreciates if u are too <3

mei: switch but if hes subbing hes a fucking BRAT and he loves if youre a brat too if hes domming

if u want a part 2 hit the asks bestie hehehe

#daiya no ace #daiya no ace smut #daiya no ace x reader #miyuki kazuya #chriss you takigawa #eijun sawamura #furuya satoru #kominato haruichi #kominato ryousuke #kuramochi youichi #narumiya mei #okumura koushuu

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imaginesforsportsanime · 4 years

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F S W for eijun!

Sawamura Eijun:

F = Favorite Position:

He likes a variety of different ones but any position that allowed him to see your face would rank pretty highly. He’s a person who’s fueled by positivity and praise so if you’re not a talker, he’d have to see your face to know he’s doing a good job. He liked to lock lips with you while he’s buried in you as deep as he can go, nipping at your lips and finding it’s an even bigger turn on when you aggressively kiss him back.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…):

His energy seemed neverending sometimes even when you started to go at it after practice was over. In the beginning, he never lasted very long and would be embarrassed about coming before you had but he had since learned how to make himself last a little longer so he could continue on. He can’t help that he gets excited even after you’d just had sex, and since you’re right in front of him, why not dive back in for more? Be warned though that after numerous rounds the likelihood of him immediately passing out after he pulls out increases the longer you’ve been going.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon):

Eijun is very earnest when it comes to trying out new things in the bedroom and you think it’s almost funny (and incredibly cute) how he looks at you with sparkling eyes as he talks about a new position he’d like to try. He’s rather flexible so there are likely to be a number of interesting proposals but you can’t say your sex life with him would ever be boring.

#Sawamura Eijun #Eijun Sawamura #Ace of the Diamond #Daiya no Ace #Daiya no Ace Imagines #Sawamura Eijun x Reader #Ace of Diamond #Ace of the Diamond Imagines #Eijun Sawamura x Reader #smut

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koushuwu · 10 months

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*:･ﾟ✧ love you today — best friend eijun pt. 2

18+ content | 2,9k words | sawamura eijun x reader. waking up with you in his arms, eijun remembers the antics of last night. but will the two of you be able to see eye to eye?

tags/cw: afab!reader, pet names (reader calling eijun baby cakes), mentions of alcohol consumption, mild angst, sexual undertones, no actual smut, build up, eijun is sporting an erection, mentions of make out session from part 1, best friends to lovers, feelings, not beta read, no editing we die like neji.

pt. 1 | pt. 3

the first thing eijun noticed when he stirred from sleep wasn’t the throbbing ache down south. that part came later. the first thing he noticed was the weight on his chest and a scent so distinctly you, filling his nostrils. instinctively, eijuns arms tightened around your body, pulling you impossibly closer. he noticed the warmth of your back against his palm, where it’d crept under his shirt on your frame through the night. he should pull it out but the electricity of it made him hesitate.

eijun didn’t have a moment of disorientation as to where he was either, like some might waking up somewhere they’re not used to. no, eijun knew exactly where he was, because he knew exactly what the weight on his chest was from the moment he stirred. he knew what the scent was. he was home. he was with you. a faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as you lay pressed against him. he knew where he was. every single one of his senses were flooded with you. everything. and as they did, memories of last night came crashing in with it. you, holding his hand. you, pressing your lips to his. you, perched on his lap. you–

shit. his cock jumped at the memory of your clothed sex grinding down on him. and that. that was when he truly realized. of course he’d already felt it. how could he not, when his cock strained against his boxers? but it hadn’t been a protrudent thought as of yet. after all, morning woods were a thing and it wasn’t anything unusual. however holding you in his arms, inhaling your scent. that’s what made the difference. that’s what he now truly felt. the dull ache of his cock being left standing tall and proud after your shenanigans the night before. the ache of his own desire and desperation to touch you. to be touched by you. but even so, he couldn’t get too excited. he shouldn’t. he really shouldn’t. eijun quickly pulled his hand from your skin, instead resting it on top of the fabric covering your shoulder. he needed to call down. his dick needed to calm down, he thought, glaring down at it over your body.

“down boy—“ eijun hissed, words low, whistling between his teeth, before he was able to stop himself. shifting in his embrace, your hot breath fanned across his chest. as you craned your neck to look at him, still bleary eyed from sleep.

“did you just—“

“you were not supposed to hear that!” eijun’s voice turned sharp. high. quick. “you were supposed to be asleep.” right then, eijun felt an uncharacteristic embarrassment, prompting him to press his palms over his eyes in a futile attempt at hiding. embarrassed might even be an overstatement. eijun wasn’t prone to embarrassment, and he was very much unapologetically him in every aspect of life. but yet here he was, wishing he could’ve held his tongue for once.

“maybe you shouldn’t be talking to your dick then, baby cakes.” okay, yeah. eijun was absolutely embarrassed. just a little bit. he was used to teasing. always had been, since all the way back to his time at seidou. but this. this was different. okay. the lightness in your voice, the laughter. it was all a bit too much and eijun pressed his palms harder against his face and groaned.

“i thought you were sleeping, or i wouldn’t have–”

“i’m glad i wasn’t then.” the lightness persisted, but the laughter faded, lingering only faintly in the aftertaste of your words. and that. that was what made eijun lift his hands from his face enough to peek down at you. you’d shifted further so that you were now resting your chin on your hands, looking up at him from his chest. a sight to behold, indeed, yet he still covered up his face once more. he shouldn’t get too excited. it was quiet for a bit, then he felt you moving against him. felt the bed shifting underneath you.

“where are you going?” eijun asked, finally removing his hands completely from his eyes. you’d sat up on the edge of the bed, back turned. you pushed to your feet before saying a word, and when eijun reached for you, you’d already stepped out of reach.

“getting some water.” the lightness was still there, but suddenly, it felt forced. eijun pushed it to the side. it was probably nothing. he probably just imagined it. it was nothing. “you thirsty?” you spoke over your shoulder, but didn’t look at him. it didn’t mean anything, you were just getting water. you didn’t have to look at him to ask that. he wished you had though, remembering the beautiful shimmer in your eyes the night before.

“yea.” as if drawn in by the very same insistent pulling he’d felt the night before, eijun’s eyes flitted down over your frame, clad in his t-shirt. he watched the way the fabric flitted over your skin as you moved. gaze dropping further, roaming the naked skin at the top of your thighs, peeking from right under the hem, to the soft skin down the rest of your thighs. calves. thighs. your thighs were beautiful and if eijun hadn’t been thirsty before, he definitely was now, mouth getting dryer and dryer. mouth feeling nothing short of like the sahara desert. his gaze stuck to your legs until you disappeared into the kitchen, where he heard you rummage through a cupboard and the tab running.

he couldn’t stop thinking about those thighs. picturing them. how pretty they’d looked as you walked through the room. how even prettier they’d been, caging in his hips the night before. something that once again had him painstakingly aware of the strain between his legs; teeth clenched to suppress a groan as his cock throbbed, rubbing against the fabric of his boxers. shit.

despite knowing that you’d already heard him earlier, there was an urge inside of eijun to fix this problem before you found out just how hard he was. how you had made him that hard. looking around aimlessly for a solution that he didn’t find, you stepped back into view.

eijun wasn’t ashamed of the effect you had on him. quite the contrary, actually. but he didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable by it. and just because you’d wanted him the night before, didn’t mean you felt the same now. so for your sake, he pretended like it was nothing as his eyes flickered back to you. you didn’t look at him. that was the first thing he noticed. your gaze was fixed at a point right above his head, as if trying to seem like you were actually looking at him. the next thing he noticed was your smile, and that was what had his insides twisting. there, quirked on your lips, but only on your lips. the familiar glimmer in your eyes was missing. the slight cringle of your skin. it was all missing, turning your smile stiff and distant. a twisting feeling settled in his stomach as you handed him the glass of water, eyes flicking to his hand before quickly finding your own glass incredibly interesting. he might’ve misread it. he wasn’t always the quickest to catch the physical cues. he knew that. but he’s looked at you so many times. seen that smile so many times. and this didn’t feel like that smile he knew.

“what’s wrong?” eijun spoke quickly, almost stumbling over the words as he set his glass down on the bedside table, untouched. he searched your face for some indication that this was all in his head. that everything was fine and normal, but— did you regret what had transpired between the two of you the night before? did you hate him for turning you down? it hadn’t seemed like that last night, but how could he know for sure?

“what do you mean?” you still don’t look at him, but he saw the crease in your brows as they knit together tight. the air around him feels heavy. clammy and cold like a spitting mirror image of the way eijun felt inside as he took in the change in your demeanor.

“i mean what’s wrong. you’re not looking at me.” even eijun himself could hear the plea coating his words. it felt small and a little desperate, but it didn’t matter. because he wanted you to look at him again. he wanted you to smile that wondrous smile of yours that always set his stomach ablaze. even before he realized exactly what those feelings were. he wanted you to look at him. no matter what. and then you did.

“yes, i am!” your gaze met his, head on. you did exactly what he’d pleaded for you to do, but it felt off. forced. like you really had to push yourself to meet his stare.

“now you are. you avoided it before,” he pressed. “do you want to talk about it? we can talk about it. we should talk about it. we’re best friends, we talk about everything, right?” you sigh, averting your gaze again. eijun didn’t think. he didn’t. he just moved. he snatched your wrist and held it in his hand. your skin was warm under his fingers. soft. his hold was gentle, and you didn’t draw back even though you could. eijun considered that a good sign. “sit,” he urged, tugging lightly, and you went, gingerly sitting down next to him on the bed.

“eijun, it’s nothing.” there was his name on your tongue again. your tongue. eijun shook his head lightly. this was not the time to be thinking those kinds of thoughts. now were the time to find that smile you’d tugged away somewhere out of his reach.

“i don’t like it when you won’t look at me,” he said, teeth clenching as the words found home in the air around you, hanging there like a veil between the two of you. “talk to me.” his fingertips traced the delicate skin over your pulsepoint, feeling the way your heartbeat made it thump rapidly. your gaze had fastened at his fingers against your skin. with your other hand, you finally took a swig of your water, even if it was more of a guise to draw out time before you were bound to answer. then you sighed once more.

“last night—“ you stopped and gnawed on your lower lip. “i’m sorry, i never should’ve— i didn’t—”

“do you regret it?” eijun pulled back as if he’d been stung. he had known it was going to hurt if you rejected him. if you regretted being with him in a drunken mess up. which was why he’d stopped it, despite desperately desiring the feeling of you. but he hadn’t expected it to hurt as much as it did, that you’d regret even kissing him. but you were friends. he should have seen this coming. he should have known this would be the outcome. he should have walked home. he should have—

“no.” one simple word. one word. that’s what it took.

“what?” breathless. eijun felt his eyes widen at that one word you’d uttered. he felt the tightness in his stomach and chest let up. he knew he shouldn’t feel this relieved already, but he couldn’t help it. you didn’t regret it. you didn’t regret him. he shifted in his seat, turning further towards you, watching you intently.

“i don’t regret it, and i’m sorry if that makes me terrible but i—”

“what is it then?” eijun interrupted, hardly even hearing your words. he needed to know what was going on, and he’d be damned if he let it go before he did. “wait, why would that make you terrible? are you embarrassed? because—“

“i’m only embarrassed because i threw myself at you and you obviously regret what happened—“

“me?” your eyes met again. finally. this time vulnerable. hurt. eijun confused and questioning.

“yes, you.” what did you mean he regretted it. what was there to regret? other than not having realized the true nature of his feelings earlier? kissing your neck without your consent? maybe that, but only because he didn’t want to pressure you. but it had lead to you kissing him. he couldn’t regret that. he couldn’t regret kissing you.

“what would i— why would i regret it?”

“don’t play dumb, eij. you’re the one who wouldn’t even look at me first.” your voice sounded so small at you spoke, and it felt like that alone cracked something inside of him. you shook your head and looked away again. he couldn’t explain it, but he knew that he wanted to erase that cracking feeling entirely from his body. he wanted to never have felt it in the first place. he wanted… he wanted… what did he want? he wanted everything. except for this feeling. the voice of yours that made him feel these things. it hurt and he may not understand what you were talking about, but he didn’t want you to hurt the way he did right now. when had he not looked at you? he’d been looking at you all morning. nothing but you. always you. and he needed you to look at him too. just him. always him.

“hey,” he called. with a tentative hand, he cupped your cheek and turned your head towards him. his eyes fastened on yours. eijun didn’t know what else to do, but be honest; so that’s what he did. “i have no idea what you’re talking about. i’ve been looking at you the entire time. even when you walked away, i was looking at you. just you.”

“but when–”

“just you,” his voice cut you off before you actually got to clarify. because to him, it really didn’t matter. it really, truly, didn’t matter what he’d done to make you think he couldn’t look at you. because what mattered was that he would always look at you. and he knew that he was way beyond the line of a talk between best friends at this point, but he couldn’t help it. honesty. that’s the best he could offer you. and that’s what he always would offer. so he pressed on. “with everything i said yesterday, how could you think i would regret it? regret you? i have always been looking at you. i will always be looking at you. i would never regret you.” your eyes had widened ever so slightly at his words. whether he noticed was a different case. you looked at him. you finally dared to look at him the way you did before. open. honest.

“say it again.” your soft voice changed. this time, it didn’t hurt to hear you speak. it didn’t hurt to look into your beautiful eyes. it didn’t hurt and the knot in his stomach eased further. he would say it as many times at you’d like him to. as often as you’d like him to.

“i’ll never regret you,” eijun repeated.

“not that,” you said, breathless. a little lighter. “what you said yesterday. say it again.” eijun knew what you meant then. the words he’d finally found himself the night before. the words he’d finally understood and been brave enough to speak. he knew. releasing your wrist, eijun cupped your other cheek, and held your face between his hands. he knew the words you wanted. and he would give them to you. he would make sure you knew. so with an intensity in his eye that were mostly ever reserved for when he really meant business on the mount, he gave you everything. every little piece of him.

“i said that i’d still love you today.” eijun never really thought about what it would be like to say those words. i love you. but if he had, he probably would have expected it to be hard to push the words over his lips. but it wasn’t. it wasn’t hard. at least not when it was you he was sitting here with. instead it felt natural. light. easy.

“so,” you began, finally beginning to look and feel like his best friend again. like the person he loved. the person he was in love with. you felt like you. completely and entirely. just you. “you actually do want me?” you were hesitant. words slow. but still you.

“i love you,” eijun confirmed. “yes, i still want you. i meant every word. i still mean it. nothing has changed.” you seemed to relax at that. shoulders releasing the tension they’d held for so long.

“i think i want you too–” you began, biting your lip. then you corrected yourself. “no, i do.”

“i still want you–” eijun repeated in a whisper as he plucked the glass from your hand and put it on your nightstand. without ever taking his eyes from you, he leaned forward. eager as ever, it took his everything not to close the gap right then. “i love you, and i want you,” he said, lips just shy of being pressed to yours.

“then have me.” you said, catching eijun off guard, his eyes widening the at the very moment you closed the distance and pressed your lips to his. soft. hard. sweet. passionate. lingering. hesitant and as honest as could be. the kiss was everything, and as your hands settled on the skin of eijuns bare chest, he once again became very aware of his earlier situation, which hadn’t died down entirely just yet. as simple and innocent as it was, the mere feeling of your hands against his skin was enough to have his softening cock stirring. jumping. throbbing. pining for attention.

*:･ﾟ✧ all interactions are greatly appreciated. thank you for reading ♡

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koushuwu · 10 months

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*:･ﾟ✧ love me tomorrow — best friend eijun pt. 1

18+ content | 3,1k words | sawamura eijun x reader. one night, after eijun has gone pro for a while, you and he go out to drink. and it's all fun and games until circumstances has you offering eijun a place to stay the night. or maybe in reality, that's where the fun begins.

tags/cw: afab!reader, alcohol consumption, best friends to lovers, making out while intoxicated, mild frottage, fluff, feelings, eventual (explicit) smut (in pt. 3), eijun is a love sick fool, not beta read, no editing we die like neji.

pt. 2 | pt. 3

the first time you and eijun had a sleepover since you were kids, wasn’t actually so much of a sleepover. in reality it was the result of a drunken night out, where he’d lost his wallet, and thereby his money that was supposed to pay for his ride home. and as it often happens with alcohol involved, none of you thought very rationally, and the only solution that seemed to come to mind was that he slept at yours.

okay, so in reality, maybe the thought of just borrowing the money from you did actually cross eijuns mind. but as it happens when alcohol is involved, the things we want to do weight oceans heavier than what we probably should. and he wanted to sleep over at your place.

he wanted to, so when the thought of just borrowing the money appeared in his head, he shoved it aside, reasoning with himself that he doesn’t like borrowing money. and the two of you were friends, right? best friends. so it wasn’t that big of a deal. right? friends sleep over at each others places, right? right.

there was one thing that neither of you had considered when making your way to your home. but that was something neither of you would remember before you got there. for now though, the two of you walked down the street side by side. eijun staggered slightly, and giggled when his shoulder brushed against yours. he smiled at you, and his heart felt like it was fluttering around in his chest when you smiled back at him. your gaze drifted to somewhere behind him, eyes twinkling.

“look,” your voice matched the glimmer in your eye. eijun’s gaze didn’t stray, didn’t waver. transfixed by the look on your face.

“it’s beautiful,” he agreed, completely missing what you were actually referring to. you looked back at him, and he wanted you to look at him forever.

“you didn’t even look!” you complained, playfully bumping your shoulder against him. he laughed and caught you before you could slip away, pulling you in towards him. it wasn’t like he’d meant to hold you like that, but now you were there in his embrace, he found that he didn’t want to let go.

“i did,” he argued, squeezing you just a little bit tighter before reluctantly releasing you once more.

“did not,” you shot back and swatted his arm. he feigned a hard flinch that made you laugh once again. “what was it then?”

“what?”

“what was i looking at, dumbass?” you asked, each syllable if the insult drawn out softly in adoration, stripping it of all malice. he shook his head, and smiled. had you really meant something different? he couldn’t be sure.

“i was looking at you.”

“oh, shut up,” you told him and shook your head with a laugh. he smiled. he couldn’t help it. the muscles in his face worked on their own to pull his lips upward, and it was impossible not to, whenever he was with you. “the moon,” you muttered, and eijuns smile only grew.

a comfortable silence settled between you both as you continued down the street. eijun wasn’t known as the quiet type, but the few times eijun actually felt comfortable with silence, it was with you. he wasn’t late to speak his mind, and he very well knew that he had a tendency to get loud when excited. the same was true when he was with you. his excitement was never concealed, but with you, sometimes this excitement presented itself differently. like now, where the simple joy of walking down the street next to you, head buzzing from the alcohol, manifested as a persistent swirl in his stomach. like now, where his excitement etched into every second of the silence between you, seeping from his every pore. there was always something different in the way his body and mind reacted to you. of course, you were his best friend after all. eijun had other friends though, and none of them ever made him feel the way you did. but you were his best friend, so of course. of course you’d feel like home in a person to him. of course you’d be extra special. of course–

“hey! wrong way.” your hand darted into his, closing and pulling him from his thoughts, as well as stopping him from stepping past the corner he very well knew he was supposed to round. you giggled as eijun stumbled to stay on his feet, and eijun chuckled softly in return.

“i knew that.” and he did. your apartment building was just down the street and he’d been to your small home on numerous occasions. he knew.

“sure you did,” you teased, hand squeezing his, painstakingly reminding him that yours still lingered in his. not that he’d forget when his skin tingled under your touch. he’d never felt this with anyone else either. since he’d gone pro, he’d had his share of girls approaching him. he’d been on dates with some of them as well, but none of them, even when holding his hand, made his skin feel alive like you did when your palm rested against his, fingers softly resting around it. it was probably just the alcohol, he reasoned. yet he couldn’t help but wonder if you felt it too. if you did, you didn’t show it, as the two of you continued down the next street to your home.

you didn’t let go for the rest of the walk to your building. you didn’t let go as you entered the passcode for the door, and you didn’t let go as you pushed the door open and pulled him in. neither did you let go of his hand as the two of you climbed the stairs to your floor. only when you failed to fish the keys from your purse with one hand, rummaging around for longer than should be necessary, did you let go. fingers unfurling from his, and when they did, eijuns skin prickled. charged. cold. empty. but then your hand found his once more, door unlocked and giving way as you bumped it with your hip. eijun hadn’t noticed you unlocking the door, nor had he seen you turning the handle. he’d been entirely focused on the strange sensation on his skin. his fingers flexed. twitched against the skin of your hand, that prickling cold dripping from his fingertip, until a surge of heat took its place. warmth. tightening. pulling.

“eijun?”

“hm?” torn from his trance like state, gaze snatching from your joined hands to yours, eijun could have sworn that a sweeter sound had never graced his ears. you tugged at him again, this time positively dragging him through.

“come on.” almost stumbling to avoid letting go of you, to avoid losing the feeling of you, eijun toed out of his shoes. he didn’t want to let go. he didn’t want this to end. this feeling. it felt like– like that special sensation in his fingers and palm, when his pitches were all entirely on point. when he felt like he could perfectly deliver any pitch his catcher would ask for. only right now, it was you in front of him, not a catcher. and where he usually had the opposing batters as the obstacle to overcome, here there was the glimmer in your eyes and the insistent pull, coaxing him in until eventually he’d drown.

he didn’t. he didn’t, because right as he felt himself getting lost, you turned and dragged him with you. or maybe you tried to pull your hand out of his grasp, and he just obediently followed the draw of your skin against his. no. the way you held onto his own hand told him otherwise. you had to be– eijun almost tumbled over you when you stopped, chest bumping gently against your back. he looked down at you, as you took in the room. and that’s when eijun finally did the same, the heat of your body seeping through the front of his shirt when his gaze landed on the bed. the bed. the only bed. a single bed. it dawned on him then. and while everything inside of him fought him on the decision, eijun was going to be good about this. despite the alcohol in his system screaming to keep you close.

“i can just–” eijun really should have thought this through when you offered him a place to sleep. he knew that you only had one bed. and he knew that said bed was small to fit into your small apartment. but somehow, all of that had completely vanished from his brain. “i can sleep on the floor.” he offered. reluctant.

“you’re not going to sleep on the floor!” your voice came quick. like the crack of a whip. but then you looked over your shoulder, neck craning to meet his eye. “think about what would happen if you hurt your shoulder!” right. his shoulder. his pitching arm. his entire career. he hadn’t even considered that. he’d solely been focused on on. on losing feel of you again.

“yeah.” he stepped back. slowly. hesitant. he didn’t want to leave. “i can go–” your hand squeezed his. hard.

“no.”

“i–”

“i’m sorry. i mean,” the way your words rushed from your lips, as if afraid to be lost, forgotten, was one of the cutest things eijun had ever heard, and he couldn’t help the way it pulled at his mouth and fluttered in his stomach. “you– it’s late. we could both fit. on the bed i mean. i– we’re friends, right?” friends. one word flitting around the space between you. a sour tone to the hopeful tone in eijuns head, at how you tried to make him stay. eijun didn’t know what that one word felt like a splinter going underneath a nail, but it did. well, actually, he knew exactly why. you were special and he’d always been aware of that. what he’d never allowed himself was to take the jigsaw pieces and add them together. he knew how they were supposed to fit together. he knew how the picture they painted looked. but he never let it click into place. eijun was an all or nothing kind of guy, while he knew he could absolutely commit to you, heart and soul, he’d resisted. he’d resisted, because you were friends.

“eijun–” once again, your voice pulled eijun from his thoughts and to the present. you were looking at him with a familiar hope in your eye. familiar. recognizable. because eijun felt that same hope radiating from his own. “don’t go.”

“okay,” eijun said. “i won’t.”

and that’s how it happened that the two of you were now settled down in your bed. discarded were your outfit and eijuns pants. his t-shirt however, loosely hugged your form, making for the only barrier between his naked chest and skin of your back as you rested in his arms. it hadn’t been entirely intentional that you’d ended in this position, as much as it had been impossible to fit eijuns broad frame next to you, so instead you’d opted for spooning. not that eijun was one to complain. absolutely not. not when your body fit perfectly against his. not when your scent filled his nostrils, luring him in until his nose buried in your hair, nuzzling against your neck.

eijun didn’t notice it happening. not at first. he felt his skin tingling, and he felt your scent clouding his head. he felt your warmth, even through the fabric of his shirt on your body. your warmth, seeping from every inch of your body, radiating against him. drawing him closer. or maybe he was drawing you closer. he couldn’t tell. however he did notice the way your neck craned slightly to the side, neck exposed. inviting. inviting. he could just– his lips prickled when they brushed against the stuttering pulse underneath your skin. a hint of salt on his lips. something he wanted to explore. to taste. to– your sharp inhale of breath brought him back. sharply pulling himself back and head banging softly against the wall in his haste to create space between the two of you.

“i’m sorry!” eijuns words came out strained. “i’m so sorry!” muttering apology after apology, eijun desperately tried to pry himself away from you; something that proved to be exceptionally hard. not only were there nowhere for him to go. nowhere to put his hands. no space for him to put between his burning, throbbing body and yours. he also felt that he didn’t actually want to. an urge he had to fight even harder against, but for you he would. as he scrambled and stuttered, you quickly turned around, now facing him entirely.

“eijun.” there it was again. his name on your tongue and he wanted nothing more that to swallow it straight from your lips. steal it right out of your lungs. but he wouldn’t. shouldn’t. wanted to. oh how he wanted to. “don’t apologize.”

“what?”

“i literally offered myself up to you, what are you apologizing for?” there was something in your eye then. a glimmer of determination. of confidence. eijun hardly noticed the way his mouth hung slightly agape, taken aback by the boldness you displayed.

“we’re friends, we–”

“oh, shut up.” your lips were soft against his. firm. somehow. the warmth in eijuns own body, that he’d tried hard to suppress surged through his veins. rushed through his body, expanded, all the way to the tips if his fingers and to his toes. but then the rush retreated, all charging towards his cock; something he’d also tired his hardest to ignore. but how could he when you were kissing him like that? he could he, when– a hand on his chest pushed him to his back, as you slid on top of him.

your lips never left his, and as you sat there, perched on his lap, eijun really couldn’t ignore his throbbing desire for you. he kissed you back. eager. a little bit clumsy, but unashamed. his hands found your waist, fingertips trailing over your sides, eliciting a sigh that eijun willingly swallowed whole. as you sat there, his skin was alive. burning. oh how bad he wanted you. the fabric of his shirt rose slightly as his fingertips trailed back up, palms settling on your hips. the pads of his fingers grazing your skin. this feeling in his fingertips entirely different to the way he felt when pitching. his focus on them all the same, but the feeling even better than those of the perfect pitches. you leaned down further and deepened the kiss, your tongue trailing over eijuns bottom lip, teeth nipping lightly when his lips parted, moving in synch with yours. that’s when you decided to roll your hips, your sex grinding against his aching cock. the deep moan that it ripped from eijuns throat surprised even himself. it felt good. it felt so good. you ground against him once more, letting your hand trail over the bare skin of his chest, seeking down. down. you grind against him. his hips involuntarily buck to meet your movements against him. your hand kept moving across his skin, and eijun found himself struggle to pull away from your kiss; his fingers digging into your hips as he desperately tried to keep you still.

“we shouldn’t be doing this,” his voice was hoarse when he broke from the kiss. lips swollen and head swimming from more than just the alcohol. your hips rolling once more, forcing a groan up his throat and out through gritted teeth.

“why not?” your adorable little pouty face feigning hurt almost had eijun forsaking every ounce of sanity. almost. he wanted you. he wanted you badly. he needed you even. but he couldn’t. not like this.

“because we’re both drunk—“

“i’m not drunk!” you leaned down to capture his lips once more, once again seeking to shut him up, but he spoke before you did.

“yes, you are,” he said. sighing, he sensed that you were about to object, so he quickly added, “at least drunk enough that it might influence your decisions.”

“but,” you looked him in the eye, pout no longer feigned. “while that might be true, i know what i want, and i want you.” you looked him in the eye. facing him head on. determined and certain.

“i want you too,” eijun confessed, unashamed. “but i don’t want this to be a drunken mistake.”

“you think it’s gonna be a mistake?” the hurt that flashed in your eyes like a raging storm, took him by surprise. punched him right in the gut, where it hurt the most. he never wanted you to hurt. he never wanted to be the reason why you did. with his hands, he quickly cupped your cheeks in his palms, forcing you to keep looking into his eyes as he spoke-

“not for me!” his words were firm, somehow yet soft. intense. “i meant for you. you have no idea how much— i could never regret you.”

“i wouldn’t regret you either.” your words came out low, stark in contrast to the intensity of his. the loudness and the clarity of his.

“i’m not going to let our first time happen like this.”

“first time, you say?” a tiny glimmer lighted up in your gaze, replacing the hurt. it made eijuns stomach flutter, and it simultaneously felt like he’d lost some kind of battle, but also like he’d won the war. “so, it’ll happen more than once? you’re still going to want me tomorrow?”

“i am,” eijun confirmed. not hesitating for even a single heartbeat. he knew this in his very core. he would want you tomorrow, and spurred on, encouraged by the alcohol in his system, he confessed. “i’m still going to love you tomorrow.”

the look in your eye was enticing. enthralling. enchanting even. compelling, and drawing eijun in. having held himself off from kissing you again for what felt like an eternity, and it had been torture. holding off was torture. it would be okay for him to kiss you, right? just one kiss. righ— your hand came to rest on his chest, stopping him from closing the distance entirely, and pushing him back against the bed. a glimmer flashed in your eye as you smiled softly, nestling under the covers, put your head on his chest and said;

“love me tomorrow.”

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