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luvtsumu · 11 months

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it feels like it's just us

suna x gn!reader, implied uni!AU, fluff :-D, not rly established relationship but there's smth going on??? idk LOL i just wanted to write this kind of feeling????

everyone is finally asleep in the living room, loud snoring having filled the room after a long day of exploring kyoto. one would think that you get up and head to the front door to get some sort of relief from the constant rumbling that the guys' (namely bokuto and atsumu) snoring creates; however, you step outside just to have a moment to yourself and to breathe in the cool air.

it only gets this cool during the night time, and you cherish the stillness of the world that comes with it. nobody else is outside but you... and perhaps the bugs that want nothing more than to be one with the street lamps.

seated at the front steps of the airbnb you and your group rented, you're bundled up in one of suna's hoodies and wearing the first pair of crocs you saw (by the jibbitz, you're sure they belong to hinata). your thoughts still as the cool air and cool tones of the night ease your body to the ground.

you let out a long, needed sigh.

"...you alright?"

you chuckle almost immediately as you hear the voice. your moment of alone time didn't last long, of course; though, you suppose it's alright if it's because of suna.

your head turns and you give him a smile, eyes squinting up slightly as you watch him make his way towards you. he has his hoodie only halfway on, still needing to be tugged down which he never does. he sits himself down beside you, nudging you over as his wider body needs more space to occupy with you having sat yourself in the middle of the front steps.

he sits close though, making sure your knees touch.

"can't sleep?" he speaks again, "you don't have to sleep in the living room with all of us. bokuto'll be fine if he wakes up and realizes you wanted peace and quiet."

you laugh softly. "no, it's nothing like that."

there's a moment of silence as you smile at suna. he carefully takes in your expression and the two of you seemingly take a while to admire one another's features under the moonlight--street lights, really.

you continue when you turn away, feeling a bit of heat rising to your face. "midnight and... i don't know? 1 am? 2 am? it's of my favourite times of the day..."

suna's brows raise. his eyes remain on your face as you let your eyes wander along the street your airbnb is placed. you take in the stone walls, the electrical lines, the lack of lights from the neighbouring homes, and the sounds of the night. he decides to do the same.

"why?" he asks, "wouldn't you rather sleep?"

you laugh. "well, during the winter, yeah. but it feels nice during the summer. the world feels still and you--or at least, i--can really feel the time."

suna's head tilts as he returns his attention to you, and you look towards him with a small smile. "are you always this poetic during graveyard shift hours?"

you playfully roll your eyes and turn away from him, once again letting your eyes wander. he joins you, and the two of you bask in one another's presence as the world stills.

"feels like it's just us," suna whispers, following the cracks on the concrete of the pathway to the airbnb. he realizes what you meant by being able to feel the time. "and the fucking cicadas. those bitches never sleep."

"yep," you chuckle, "they serve as white noise. let's ya think, huh?"

suna shrugs. he wasn't thinking of anything at all during the silence between you two.

"what does it let you think?" he asks softly.

you shrug. "that... i guess that it's nice that i'm here." you let the cool air and cicadas surround you and suna once again only for a moment. "that you and i are here."

suna smiles. "you mean as innnn you like that it's me here and not, i don't know, one of the miyas? oorrr like that we're all in kyoto and that the break from university is nice? ooorr--"

"that you're here with me, rin," you interrupt with a small laugh. your tone is teasing which satisfies suna.

suna tries to hide his smile by turning his head away from you; though you can hear it in his voice as he speaks. "yeah? so if osamu came out here, you'd probably be wishing it was me, huh?"

you roll your eyes. "yes," you say, not bothering to disagree.

suna giggles. he doesn’t turn his head as he continues on. "you sure must like me, huh? considering you kept walking beside me during our hike and now you're telling me you want me here with you to listen to the cicadas sing harmonies and feel the cool breeze of the summer night." when he turns to face you, you don't notice the blush on his cheeks--it's much too obvious in his voice and smile anyway despite him trying to sound teasing. "how romantic of you, i'm touched."

you scoff and turn away with a small smile. "yeah? well, if you ask me, it seems like you're the one with the crush on me, considering you followed me out here and sat so close, probably wanting to bask in my body heat or something like the weirdo you are. and, if i remember correctly, back in the car, weren't you the one who refused hinata lending you his neck pillow because you want him to be comfortable? but you so obviously tried your hardest to find a comfortable spot just to put your head on my shoulder?" you snicker. "how romantic of you."

this time suna laughs. it's more embarrassing when you say it, but he can't be bothered. so what if he's smitten? he giggles and bumps his shoulder against yours which starts a gentle bumping between the both of you.

it's silent again and the words you two spoke playfully lingers in the night. they're gentle words, maybe even shy and uncertain, but they're meaningful. there's an innocence to them that the night cherishes, knowing that moments like this is what it's made for.

"so how long are we staying out here anyway?" he asks, finally wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer. he holds onto the hem of the hoodie you're wearing just to feel even closer.

you laugh. "just a couple more minutes," you say, scooting closer to suna. he lets you get comfortable and tries to mould your body against his in a way that gets you to lay your head on his shoulder. he does this just so he can lay his head on top of yours, craving the closeness as he could never get enough. "unless you wanna go now?"

he lets out a content sigh and closes his eyes. "well, honestly, it doesn't matter. the cicadas are growing on me."

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu imagines #hq imagines #suna rintarou #suna x reader #suna rintarou x reader #haikyuu reader insert #hq reader insert #suna x y/n #suna rintarou x y/n #haikyuu one shot #hq one shot #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #suna fluff #suna rintarou fluff

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wake-uptoreality · 2 years

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Do you have a masterlist? For both your writings and visuals????

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ Masterlists * ੈ✩‧₊˚

✩ Haikyuu x reader ✩

ʚɞVISUALSʚɞ

✩ PICKING YOU UP

✩ HUGGING YOU

✩ MOVIES

✩KIDS

✩SWEET MOMENTS

✩CLINGINESS

✩FAVOURITE PLACES TO KISS

✩ DANCING

✩ DUOS LOVING YOU AT THE SAME TIME

✩ MAFIA AU

✩ HYBRID AU

✩ WEDDING AU

✩ YANDERE AU

✩ ENEMIES TO LOVERS

✩ COOKING TOGETHER

✩ CHILDHOOD FRIENDS

✩ SLEEPING HOURS

✩ IN RAIN

✩ PREGNANCY

✩ PINNING YOU ON THE WALL

✩ LISTENING TO MUSIC

✩ KISSING

✩ GOOD MORNING

✩ LIFTING CHIN

✩ STUCK IN THE LOCKERS

✩ LIPSTICK

✩ FIRST MEETING

✩ SEEING THEIR CHILDHOOD PHOTO

ʚɞWRITINGSʚɞ

✩ THEM TURNING INTO THE RANDOM ANIMALS (CAT VERSION)

✩ HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN YOU ARE STRESSED, FEELING DOWN OR UPSET

✩ RANDOM HAIKYUU HEADCANONS X YOU

✩ THEM BEING LATE AND HOW THEIR CHILD REACTS (ONLY BOKUTO AND TSUKISHIMA)

✩ SERIOUS CHARACTERS BEING SOFT

✩ RANDOM HEACANON

✩ HAIKYUU X READER-CHILDREN

✩ AKAASHI X READER

✩ HAIKYUU BOYS X CHUBBY READER

✩ HAIKYUU BOYS X READER-WATCHING A SAD MOVIE

✩ BEST HQ LOVE TROPES

✩ HQ BOYS SEEING YOU AT THE FIRST TIME

✩ DROOLING FACES :D

✩ BEST FRIEND WITH OIKAWA AND IWAIZUMI (ANGST)

✩ HAIKYUU BOYS X YOU-WORKING OUT

[Please be aware of if it is a little sexual it only belongs to timeskip verison of the characters!!!!!!!!]

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dalgikiss · 1 year

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the very condition of existence // h. shouyo

it's just a leap of faith, that's all it is

genre: romance, angst

“You really think I can reach it?”

You stare at where the balloon floated against the ceiling, the string just grazing the tips of your fingertips if you outstretched your hand hard enough.

Hinata looks at you strangely, head cocking to the side, “Well, yeah!” He grins at you with the brightness of a thousand stars and you think you’re just not ready to stand in the light of something so bright.

“All you gotta do-” Hinata mimics you with his arm stretched over his head before bending his knees and jumps a little, “-is reach for it!”

He lands on the balls of his feet, making sure to repeat the motions of his hand grabbing the string in the empty air a few more times for good measure.

The sun shines in through the window, golden light falling over his broad shoulders and lighting up his already golden eyes and you finally understand what Akaashi means when he says that he can only do what he has always done when standing in front of a star.

“What if I miss?” You press on, fingers still scrambling around in the air because the small ledge where you can stay as just friends is beginning to fade underneath you, the tension is building up, it’s too close, too fast, and the drop might not kill you, but the impact of the sea below you will. “What if I lose my balloon forever?”

Hinata regards you with a strange look because your questions seem a little more intense than it should for a silly balloon he had bought you but it doesn’t matter because he just needs to answer the-

“It’s a leap of faith,” He finally says, “You won’t know until you try. Everything you want will come to you when the time is right. Besides, if you don’t get this balloon, i’ll buy you another one to make it up”

A leap of faith

(Am I ready?)

You won’t know until you try

(All I gotta do is reach for it)

Everything comes when the time is right

(That’s all it is [name], just a leap of faith)

You take a deep breath and relax your fingertips as the ledge crumbles beneath your feet. The sea waves whisper under you as they crash into rocks and for the first time in a few months, you think you can finally breathe again.

“Hinata, I like you”

There is a moment of silence as he tries to swallow you with his gaze and you are falling, falling, falling until-

The sea roars.

The balloon pops, pink pieces of plastic floating between the two of you.

“[name], I’m really sorry but-”

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laceymorganwrites · 2 years

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hq boys and how they text

A/N: this is a fun little mini collab with @miyaniacs that started out as me commenting: omg xy emoji reminds me of Bo. And then we just kept making hcs so...have those xD

Bokuto:

frequently used emojis: 💪🤩🥺👉👈😼🤣😥😲😭🥴😵🤠🤓🦄✨🙉🎉🐓👀😤

ALWAYS TEXTS IN ALL CAPS

doesthisannoyingthingtoo

always does typos cause he´s wayyy too excited

and when he does the * he still gets it wrong

will send 10 minute long audios talking about nothing

also will keep every group chat updated about his day, checks in on everyone every 5 minutes

also in way too many group chats but too scared to leave them cause he doesn´t want ppl thinking he´s rude

Atsumu:

emojis: 💔💦💯🔥😎😥🥵🤫🥴🤙👅❤☕

texts ppl who are like 5 feet away from him to get him something (poor Osamu)

always gets left on read

then double texts like

hello?🥺

r u mad at me?

flirts way too much but in a really direct way

is blocked by so many girls

he loves calling people and will annoy anyone when he´s bored

Tendou:

emojis: 👨‍🦯🦶👂✌🤘🥰😇🤠🙊✈🌜💁‍♂️🙆‍♂️🤦‍♂️🏃‍♂️😣😙

sends too many selfies

it´s like he´s vlogging cause he´s constantly sending pics to the gc

has a bunch of rps going on and he´s super good at them (actually has good and interesting ocs)

sometimes speaks uwu just to annoy people

randomly quotes anime

sends videos of himself talking rather than making audios

makes such cute faces too

sigh, I love this man

Suna:

emojis:🤗🙄😬🤦‍♀️💅👁👄👁🤧🤰😈💀😾

this man is on his damn phone too much

yet never texts back

will literally take up to 3 weeks to reply

is on discord a lot and just trolls people

has the do not disturb thingie

only texts 3 ppl (Kita, Osamu, Aran)

has Atsumu blocked

the type of guy to have a drama channel

Oikawa

always on his phone

texts

this

his gallery is rlly neat

has an album for everything and way too many photos

has an album just for receipts of drama he thought would be more important than it rlly is

ootd pics to the gc

expects all the compliments

gets: u still ugly

KING OF FACE TIME

🥰😘😫🥺🥱🤗👽👄✨🔥🌶💖🧘‍♀️🖖👉👈☕

Sakusa

short answers

uses punctuation

has all gcs muted

only texts in there to roast Atsumu

leaves ppl on read all the time

except for Komori

sooo many unopened chats

only emojis are: ❤ and :) also 🙄

Tsukki

sassy all the way

only reads messages when they´re important

otherwise he just ignores it

🤦‍♀️💅😍🤢😉🙄👁👁🤷‍♀️

involuntarily is in a gc with Kuroo and Bokuto

has a secret meme chat with Akaashi and Yamaguchi

picks up on too much gossip amd doesn´t even wanna know about it

Ushijima

had Tendou explain his phone to him

texts Oikawa at least once, showing him a picture of Shiratorizawa being like: this could´ve been you

is blocked now

does this thing where he overuses autocorrect and types the emoji instead of the word

🤠🍆 otherwise he rlly doesn´t use any

Filth stuff under the cut:

Bokuto

accidentally really good at sexting

doesn´t know what he´s doing but it works

keeps complimenting and praising you

has issues taking dick pics cause he can never get the right angle

always begs to have phone sex cause he gets too excited

wants to be on facetime with you all the time

okay but how can someone be so beautiful when they cum? and his moans are feral, will just stare at you all hazed

talks a lot during everything, just tells you how amazing it feels at all times

Atsumu

thinks he´s good at sexting

but tries too hard

legit just fuckboy energy

but we all know he´s just a sweet soft boy who wants to know if his dick if pretty cause he´s insecure abt it

texting game isn´t strong

BUT HIS PICTURE GAME 👀👀👀

would actually ace it once he had sex since his texting game would just....oof it´s so good

also not as awkward anymore

Tendou

sexting with him is so much fun

it´s super chill and lighthearted

tells you how good you make him feel

if you ever have phone sex he will moan just for you (usually he doesn´t cause he doesn´t see the point in it)

somehow it feels more intense with you watching him and touching yourself to him

gets his confidence (and dick) up

would be up to try everything with you, just gets so excited abt you overall

Suna

he WILL leave during a session to make food or smth

one time he forgot about you and just went back to gaming

kind of lackluster at times

you really have to initiate the convo

but he makes up for it with nice pics and vids

has a really pretty dick

somehow he takes really good pictures but without any effort

would do it on facetime and let me tell you:

prettiest moans

intense af eyes

THAT FUCKING SMIRK WHEN U CUM FOR HIM

Oikawa

never really shows his dick

partly because of bad experiences and cause of insecurities

makes you feel things by just his words

actually will either smirk like the little bitch he is or have a super cute soft smile on his face

probs has his phone in his one hand and is throwing a volleyball up and down in the other

sooo many adjectives to describe exactly what he´ll do to you

Sakusa

sends a pic of him in only sweats, hand on his cock and tells u to come over

or a random: I need to feel your mouth around me

´why do you want me to send a picture of my hand?´

can get really filthy, taking you by surprise

call him sir and watch him flip the switch

when he´s comfortable enough with you he will tell you all his dirty secrets

Tsukki

phone sex

teases you about being horny and needy

then supresses his own moans

makes you tell him what you want him to do

maybe he´ll reward you with a picture

never starts anything since he doesn´t wanna seem needy

but every time you sext or have phone sex he´s like super petty at first

being all like: aww you just can´t get enough of me~ what took you so long this time?

Ushijima

straight up dick pics or his abs/veiny arms

would send you pics after/while he works out and turns you on without intending to

accidentally leaves you on read after you call him out for it

kinda internal panic because...we all know this man is awkward asf

so you have to guide him through, tell him what you want him to do and what you wanna do to him

is kinda embarrassed the first few times, but slowly enjoys it more and more

#haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu writing #haikyuu reader insert #hq #hq writing #hq reader insert #hq imagines #hq hcs #hq headcanons

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fluffytriceratops · 8 months

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𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 - 𝐚. 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 [chapter one]

chapter one: "𝚖𝚛𝚜 𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢."

notes: i'm not in uni so i don't know what i'm talking about most of the time huehue

chapter two: "bootymeat."

««•◦ ✪ ◦•»»

Friday, 2:28 pm.

y/n

guess who failed her mid terms??

*le cry*

bokubro

wtf tell me you're joking-

tsukitsuki

i can't say i'm surprised

kendoll

we knew it was going to happen eventually

no one should be surprised at this point

tetsu

wth?! even after all my tutoring??

y/n

well fuck you guys too-

thanks for the support, dickheads

bokubro

hey!! what about me?? 😭😭

y/n

not you bo, you're such a bean i luv you 🥰

bokubro

AHH I LUVE YOU TOOO SDJdfj 🥰🥰🥰

kendoll

you guys disgust me

tsukitsuki

i dont have the patience for this

y/n

eat shit

queen keiji

aren't we forgetting something? are we just going to let her off the hook that easily?

tetsu

HOW DID YOU FAIL YOUR MIDTERMS

tsukitsuki

cuz she's an idiot

y/n

shut up string bean!

and technically i only failed one class-

but i just barley passed in most of the other's so..

👁👄👁👌✨

queen keiji

but i thought kuroo was helping you study?

bokubro

yeah! and you sounded so sure of yourself earlier

tetsu

don't blame this on me, she did this to herself

you guys sit with her for hours on end trying to get her to focus. it aint an easy task.

y/n

he was- i'm not even going to try to lie, he's right 🥲

kendoll

like i said, stupid

y/n

kenma i swear--- i will destroy your village in minecraft dont test me

👺👺👺

kendoll

not my fault you have half a brain cell

tsukitsuki

didn't you help build that village?

y/n

fuck you guys

i'm going out to eat sushi & boba and i'm not bringing any of you 🖕

bokubro

heyy!!!

WHAT ABOUT ME

queen keiji

excuse me??

tetsu

RUDEEEE

y/n

BESIDES YOU THREE ofc 💕

tetsu aren't you in class rn? and bo do you not have practice soon??

tetsu

yeah but we're just reviewing stuff from monday

plus it'll be over soon

bokubro

shit i nearly forgot

wait for ME???

pPLEASE?

kendoll

i want boba

tsukitsuki

i want sushi

y/n

well too fucking bad you guys can eat shit

soggy anus's

tsukitsuki

do you not have class in half an hour?

kendoll

soggy anus's? the fuck y/n

y/n

i can eat fast

bokubro

NOOO WAIT FOR ME

PLESSEAE

testu

WAIT FOR ME TOOO

queen keiji

i would also like you to wait for me

y/n

UGHHGHGH

FINEEE

but no kenma or tsukishima, they can suck my toes

tsukitsuki

that's fucking disgusting

is that some weird kink of yours?

kendoll

i change my mind

i don't want to go out with you anyway

bokubro

wait actually?

y/n are you into that stuff?

kendoll

i wouldn't put it past her, she's probably into all kinds of weird shit

y/n

EWW NO

SHUT UP YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANT

tsukitsuki

how am i supposed to know what you meant?

i think what you want is pretty clear, nasty hoe

queen keiji

if you guys don't stop pissing her off none of us are going to be able to go

tsukitsuki

idc i'll go out with kozume

kendoll

i'd be up for that

bokubro

WAIT I WANNA COME TOO

y/n

THATs IT I"M GOING TO GET FOOD NOW PISS OFF FUCKERS

BO YOU FKCING TRAITOR

queen keiji

what did i say

tsukitsuki

idc either way

kendoll

i hope you choke

bokubro

NO WAIT Y/N IM SORRYRY

tetsu

wait y/n my class is over in like 2 minutes

let me come with!!

y/n

KISS MY ASS

except for kaashi and tetsu💕

and ye- i'll wait for you i'm outside of my english classroom

kendoll

ew no

i knew you were into some nasty shit

bokubro

Y/N NOO

I"M SOWWRY

I DIDNT MEAN ITTTT

tetsu

alright, i'm leaving now!

y/n

thats your punishment for betraying me

now you know how it feels

keiji are you able to come now too?

kendoll

don't worry bo, you can come with us

tsukitsuki

exactly you don't want to hang out with her anyway

we're better

y/n

fuck you!

bo don't go! if you don't go i'll come pick you up after practice with food! anything you want, my treat!

queen keiji

i can't rn, i am also in class but if you're going to bring bokuto food, can you bring me some too please?

bokubro

does this mean you're not mad at me anymore ?

kendoll

dont fall for it bokuto!

tsukitsuki

yeah, come with us

y/n

bo i could never be mad at you!!! i love you so much~! 🥰🥰🥰

and sure, i'll get you something too keiji ^^

queen keiji

alright, thank you 🙂

bokubro

I LOVE YOU TOOO DFSJDF 🥰🥰🥰 get me something with LOTS of meat please!!

y/n

okie! keiji do you have a preference on what you want?

tetsu

okay im back im with y/n now

kendoll

you don't have to tell us that

tetsu

i wanted to 😎

tsukitsuki

that emoji doesn't even make sense

tetsu

yes it does!

queen keiji

not really. you know what i like i trust you.

bokubro

ahh i gotta go now! ill see you later y/n!!

y/n

alrighty! see you soonish bo!!

tetsu

bye bo!

queen keiji

have fun at practise

bokubro

byeee! and thanks akaashi, I will 😊

y/n aight losers we're off i shall see you at home

tsukitsuki

or you could move out

y/n

shut up prick you're gonna see my hobo ass whether you want to or not

kendoll

we'd rather not

Friday, 3:56 pm.

y/n

mrs kwan is my sugar daddy

tsukitsuki

what the fuck

kendoll

as in the babysitter from cat in the hat?

tetsu

i just cackled so loudly- everyone is starring as me

y/n

yeah that's her 🥰

queen keiji

i don't know how to feel about this

kendoll

idk if i should be concerned or not

tsukitsuki

there is something mentally wrong with you

tetsu

im all for it, id smash

tsukitsuki

any sliver of respect i had for you is gone

y/n

ikr? she's such a hottie 😏🥵 tsuki doesn't know what he's missing

tetsu

clearly 🥵

tsukitsuki

that's it im changing the locks when i get home

kendoll

I'll help you

queen keiji

y/n aren't you in class rn? pay attention

y/n

okay okay!

...

would you smash kaashi?

tetsu

we need a tie breaker

queen keiji

...

yeah, sure

tsukitsuki

ive never been more disappointed

kendoll

agreed

gru is better

tsukitsuki

i hate you all

Friday, 6:18 pm.

bokubro

what'd i miss? 😂 dunno who she is imma look her up—

ohhh! yeah id smash 👁👄👁🤌✨

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alicemitch09writes · 2 years

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hiding and seeking (i'll take what i can get)

pairing: Hirugami Sachirou x fem!reader

SUMMARY : yearnings of two confused souls, linked together by a promise that was way deeper than he made at first.

AUTHOR’S NOTES : this is a sequel to enigmatic kalopsia. Please read that first, because there are some things you might not understand if you read this first. This was a surprise sequel, or a sequel I didn’t expect to make lol

surprise, i guess (especially if you’ve read the first)

fanart by dzkrin.

Read on ao3.

Contrary to what you think - no, Hirugami and (L/N) didn't date after everything that happened.

For after everything she's been through, finally seeing the cracks built by her weakened state, Hirugami realized that even if he acted on his feelings then, knowing full well that their feelings were mutual, it wasn't what she needed.

To impose on her at her most fragile state would be a disservice to her being more than anything.

Sure, he held romantic feelings for her, but the timing just wasn’t there.

He felt something for her alright but decided to just leave it at that.

It was the worst.

He had just told her he liked her and then what, leave her hanging?

But strangely enough, she acknowledged his feelings.

It was a long time coming of reciprocated feelings.

Their mutual feelings for each were acknowledged. But it was just that - acknowledged.

Never acted, explored, developed.

Shifting foot to foot, hands clenching and unclenching Hirugami stared at the steps leading to the second floor, where she was.

It was right by the corner of the area, the apartment complex sandwiched between other apartment buildings. Where not long ago, he had walked her home from a summer festival, just enjoying their youth as they should.

While the skies were decorated in bright, vibrant colors, he was experiencing what it felt like to feel someone’s lips pressed against yours – a moment shared by both, a moment he will forever cherish.

The burst of fire flowers painting the night sky could well express his burning emotions then, each color into the night like paint to a canvass.

And she was kissing him back, her soft lips pressing and melding against his. Fingers ran through his mess of a hair, burning with every touch.

That was the moment that changed everything for them both. And it could have gone in any other way, had he not taken her home afterwards.

Indirectly, he felt guilty for it.

After what happened, (Y/N) stayed with Myungim-san, her legal guardian, much to her surprise. (“It kinda makes sense now why she’s so inviting and warm towards me. And why she checks up on me a lot.”)

Despite fully knowing that it was an already pre-existing case, he wished things had gone differently. But what was the point in dwelling on that?

It was a hard, bitter pill to swallow.

A knock, each rap were in tune to the beating in his heart.

A rustle, the doorknob turned, revealing the familiar kind elderly woman. Smiling warmly at him, he returned the smile - albeit shakily, before he stepped aside to let (Y/N) walk out.

Meeting his gaze, her eyes seemed to brighten a bit, as though drawing strength from his presence.

Turning to the elderly woman, she announces her leave and two began walking. Walking past the building, towards the station, out the station, uphill their school.

The walk to school was silent, but he knew better than to push it, wanting only to make her feel comfortable as much as she can.

Seeing her bandaged arm, it hurt to see it, especially when he knew who was responsible for it.

Dressed in her summer uniform, it was unavoidable. And now, everyone saw, but not everyone knew.

Trying to settle into normal proved to be more a challenge without having to accidentally trigger some synapses from their usual routine. More than anything, worry unsettled his nerves. Worry turning to guilt, guilt turning to fear.

Her life would never be the same again, whatever sense of normalcy she was trying to achieve and gain was hanging by a thread.

Still, (Y/N) stuck by him.

Just like he promised.

Despite it all, their relationship remained as is, despite the obvious change. To their friends though, they knew there was something deeper in their relationship.

Pretending not to notice the way the distance between them closed, how at times they would be sharing a touch, a look.

“Ara~” someone said by the entryway, just as she was taking her shoes off.

Noticeably, the tall brunet shockingly wavered.

“What the-“ Hirugami choked, a surprising first for her. “nee-san, you’re here?”

“What an uncute greeting, you dork.”

Unsure how to deal with the situation, (Y/N) could only stand there, watching as the siblings interacted. Shifting slightly from her spot, she peered over to look over the tall lad’s frame to get a glimpse.

Hirugami Sachiko.

Hirugami’s older sister by four years.

“Good afternoon,” the younger girl greeted with a short bow tentatively, the older teen quickly turning to her.

“Ah, afternoon~” her eyes, sharper and more mischievous than that of her younger brother’s narrowed at her. “You must be (L/N) (Y/N), right?”

“Yes,”

“I’ve heard lots about you~”

“Pardon?”

“Nee-san, seriously, why are you here?” Hirugami cuts, narrowing his eyes at her.

“Can’t I visit?”

“You have a boyfriend.” There was a clear ‘duh’ to his tone, exasperated. Rare to hear from him.

“I’m not banned from my own house just because of said boyfriend,” the older sister – Sachiko, replies easily, brushing hair over her shoulder.

“Still, don’t you usually stay there until you forget you have a home?”

Brown eyes narrowing at her little brother, she then slid her eyes towards the guest at the door, watching the sibling back-and-forth.

“Piece of shit, ain’t he?” she asks aloud, almost obnoxiously.

Blinking, surprised to be even included in, she was just about to reply before a hand grabbed her wrist. “Excuse us!”

There was no way Hirugami Sachiko was going to let her brother live this down, watching as her blushing brother took his guest into their house. Oh, Fukuro’s gonna want to hear this!

To say the least since the incident, she’s been scared to go back home. It couldn’t be helped since Myungim-san owned the building meanwhile her aunt – father’s sister, works overseas and isn’t available at the moment to take care of her.

At first, Hirugami worried that she might have to move away. But no, she was to stay. She wanted to say. He’d like to say that it was thanks to him, but that would be selfish and conceited of him, it was her own choice. Not like she had any place to go anyway, when her whole family’s a Nagano native.

So as he watched her, play music from her (new) phone, sounds blaring from a Bluetooth speaker she owned, filling the room with music.

They sat by his bed, listening in. Then she leaned against him, him and his sturdy frame.

And then, they were lying on his bed, centimetres crossed, staring at each other as the music played.

Somewhere in his room lay Pan, sleeping away as though joining them in their quest to just lay down.

“Hey,” she called out to him.

“Hm?”

(E/c) on brown.

She shifts her slightly, allowing strands of blue to fall. His fingers twitched, itching.

“Where do you see yourself in five years?”

He raised a brow at that. “Wow, getting way ahead of ourselves now are we?”

Pulling her hand back, he easily caught the punch headed her way. Breathing a laugh while he’s at it, the jerk. “Just answer the goddamn question.”

“Hm,” with just a brush of his thumb over her knuckles, her balled fists opened up to him.

“I’d probably be a veterinarian.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,”

“Not a volleyball player, like your brother and sister.”

He quirked a smile at that. “Nah, it’s not my thing.”

Inching closer, his eyes slide from her hands in his to her face, just inches- centimeters from his.

“Should’ve guessed,” her voice was a quiet whisper, like of the singer from the current song. “veterinarian kinda suits you though.”

He smiles, reaching over a free hand to run his finger over her cheek.

“I broke up with volleyball way before I met you, from when Kourai-kun and I met. In his words, ‘maybe you’re just burn out from it’.”

This time, she hums, smaller fingers threading with his. Corners of her lips curl up, prettying her features.

“…how about you?” he finds himself asking, almost carefully. “where do you see yourself in five years?”

In the background, a new song begins with guitar strumming, long enough before the lyrics play in with a rather dark and obvious prose. However, the paragraph ends on a light note.

I will follow you into the dark

Unable to help himself, he hums at that particular line. The lyric left lingering through his head.

It takes however that long until she finally replies, as though wanting the song to filter out her thought process, to guide her thoughts, wanting to listen to the song with her.

“I want to be a singer.” As soon as she says that though, she huffs, shaking her head. “What a farfetched dream, huh?”

He doesn’t laugh with her though, face serious. Reaching out a hand, he takes her chin and gently guides it to face him.

Realistically speaking, yes, the music career is a troubling and unpredictable one. Although his information about it is limited, he’s heard quite enough to get a gist about it from her whenever she talks about playing support. But a dream is a dream – big or small, it was no laughing matter even if it were your own.

“Maybe so,” he starts. “however, I’ve heard you sing. And you play like six instruments, you’re basically a one-woman band.”

Her mouth thins, (e/c) lost, muddled.

“Music is your passion,” he adds, could still hear the roar of waves accompanied by guitar strumming.

She could only hum, eyes softening, near gleaming – gratitude filling them. Carefully, she extends out her hand, fingers brushing over his thick hair, his fringe. Closing his eyes, he relishes at the feeling of her fingers, feeling tingles through his spine. It was almost enough to lull him to sleep.

“Hey,” there was a slight croak in her voice, something she ignores as she continues. Both eyes were open now, locked on her. “if you were to send a message to your future self, what would you say?”

The question weighs on heavy, allowing the brunet to mull over. Somewhere in his room, Pan sleepily turns to his side, just as a familiar song starts to play.

“I don’t know exactly what I’d want to say to myself,” honestly, he could still hear the beach waves, her guitar strumming, her sweet, sweet voice. “but…I just hope he’s happy.”

She latches on to his words, allowing them to simmer, sink. Eventually her expression morphs into something dream-like, hopeful even.

“Me, too.”

To get Hoshiumi Kourai to understand the whole thing was tricky. He wasn’t dumb, per se, he was actually quite sharp and scarily observant. It’s just that, when it comes to finding a solution for things he only has one option: act. Whereas for Hirugami, he takes into consideration a lot of things.

It was his innate nature to be curious, to carefully poke at them first, study even, before coming to a solution.

It’s probably not the best approach, but there are a billion people on this earth anyway and a billion of them definitely have their own way of approaching things.

This was his.

Still, getting his best friend to try and understand his way was a challenge way in itself than it already has.

Most especially, because it concerned matters of the heart.

“But this...” he thought of blue hair, (e/c) eyes, the scars on her skin, the softened expression on her face when she talked about her dad, the high on her face during the summer festival. “even if I acted on them now, when things aren't really settled,” he released a sigh, “I may end up killing us both.”

Hoshiumi said no more, deciding to respect his best friend's wishes.

Which lasted for about some months after they graduated.

“What the heck man, you’re just gonna leave it like that!?” came his best friend’s booming and scolding voice.

Though it was a conversation on the phone, be in the same city (since the university of his choice was in Tokyo, an hour away from Nagano), just kilometers away from each other, but the white-haired teen’s voice was as loud as ever.

“Boy are you loud as ever, huh?” It honestly felt like he was in the same room as him.

“Fuck you, man, seriously.”

He smiled at that, staring at the horizon – a landscape of buildings, a concrete jungle. The air was different – stale, dry. Everything was a dull, void of color and life. Just…lacking.

It was thanks to his brother that he could get the chance to move to Tokyo and find even a good veterinarian school. Good veterinarian schools were hard to find nowadays.

Unfortunately – or fortunately, depending on who’s asking – being at Tokyo means he was at the mercy of crowded masses, the famed rush hour and umbrella stealing, his brother and one Hoshiumi Kourai.

(“You are such an asshole,” someone told him a night ago. “Just thank your lucky stars you have connections that led you to do what you want!”)

Faintly, he could hear, from a few windows away, music. Sweet, gentle music.

It brought a smile to his face, thinly, half-listening to his best friend ramble about the facilities in his team and how he lucked out that he was under a pro-contract, just tuning to whatever music played. The more he listened, the more his mind went back to a time he was at the beach, head against someone’s shoulder, listening to the waves, but more so on to the tune of a guitar, and to her singing.

Ah, music.

So that’s what he was lacking.

There was music all around him wherever he goes.

Unsurprisingly, with the influx of people in Tokyo – he had to remind himself it was one of the biggest, if not, cities in the world – there would be some sort of culture clash. It was hard to get around at first, had he not had his older brother to guide him (and Hoshiumi) around.

Honestly, he got the hang of it.

Still, he prefers the quiet and sane Nagano mountains over the hustle and bustle that is Tokyo.

In the craziness that is now his new life, he found solace in music.

Thankfully, Tokyo has quite a lot of those, too.

He once found himself in a record shop, drawn entirely by the sight of vinyl records, even CDs, and the sound of music. Talking a step further in, it was though he could feel his feet sink into the sand, could feel the breeze through his scalp, the smell of saltwater.

Another step in, the faint sound of drums playing overhead. He could almost see a uniformed girl with blue-dyed hair slamming through, a smile on her face.

He might as well be in the heart of her being, seeing as he was surrounded by everything she loved.

Walking through the aisles, combing through albums, artists, his eyes then fell on the listening station at the far back.

Going back an aisle, he plucks the record and approaches a staff for assistance. Immediately, he was attended to, gently instructed how to use the turntable, before leaving him to his own devices, settling on his seat, headphones on.

Breathing a sigh, his fingers line the turntable, brown eyes marveling at the ancient wonder, then at the record he picked up. Recalling sometime back when a blue-haired girl would spend her time listening to it, surprising himself in the process when he saw the album cover but one time.

Still, the memory it serves, as he watched nigh hypnotical spin, music filling his ears, was enough to make him smile.

The distress of the chorus, the almost begging made his heartache.

As another song begins to play, he takes a picture of the store from his spot, then takes a selfie of himself with the record, then sends it to her.

Not long after, just before the chorus hits, his phone lights up, the corners of his lips quirk at the name.

Minutes later, he gets up, record in hand to place at the return bin before diving into the aisle, looking from his phone to the rows of albums. Then, brown eyes widen as long fingers carefully pluck an album of a person lying on the floor. He snaps a picture of the album before returning to his station, sliding his headphones on.

(When she received his text, her fingers quickly type a reply, her laptop was on with her music app on screen, a particular band with a specific album on display. Not long after she hit send, he replies. She glances at her screen, at a particular track number, then texts.)

Carefully, he slides the needle on track nine, then texts.

(Her finger hovers over the play button when she received his reply. Smiling, she hits play, telling him to do the same.)

He hits play .

And just like that, it’s as though he’s transported back into his room, with Pan lying in the corner, a girl with blue-dyed hair lying across him in his bed, and music.

Him.

Her.

Them.

And music.

They kept in touch.

But of course, they do.

Texts, calls, videocalls, they continue to keep up with each other’s lives.

A friendship that spun for years, teased by that one flickering unspoken attraction the two had for each other. It was almost an unspoken rule between the two, to never bring it up, to never delve into it, entertain it, to leave it as is.

It’s almost impossible to not think of the two just as it was impossible Hoshiumi Kourai ever being the silent type.

There was a fair share of embarrassment, mostly on his side when his older brother forcefully himself into one of their calls right after Hoshiumi inserted himself in one of their calls. Note to self: never take your video calls in the living room. Do it in your room.

Hirugami would like to think it was karma for all the times he pranked her back in high school, for all his mischief.

Getting a laugh out of her made up for it, though.

He could endure being at the butt of jokes, having their moment ruined by two of the worst roommates in Tokyo, so long as he got to see her smile like that. A smile that was just as pretty as he remembered, erasing that sad, broken, lost girl at the verge of losing it all.

Just the memory of her in that state, the aftermath of what happened, made him hate their distance much more. It what made him dread their graduation, hated how he was torn between achieving his dreams and being there for the one person he promised he’d be there for.

He would never say it out loud, but with every text, every call, every video call, every time he’d drop by the record store, every time he heard music, every time he saw a shade of blue, the words just found themselves lodged in his throat.

Burdened deeply by the neglect of her own mother, forced to have to depend on her wits to live by, Hirugami just didn’t want to add more to her list of burdens.

Even though she was still back in Nagano, she was making it work. Now living with her aunt, she was faring just as well as when she was with Myungim-san.

Every weekend, she still drops by Noetsu beach, mostly to visit the elderly couple who took her in.

More often than not, she plays with her fellow classmate-slash-bandmates, playing at gigs every other weekend. She makes sure to send him videos of the gigs she’s been in, each local event their band has participated.

She was living her best life, just as he was living his.

And yet, whenever they bade each other good night, after every call, the ache for the other burned. The yearning was there.

And yet.

What can they do?

She was dating someone.

He was studying for an exam, they were having their nightly videocall when she said it. Rather abruptly.

His pen nearly slipped off his hand. Her (e/c) blinked at that, expression turning apprehensive.

“…really?” Fuck, did his voice shake? What the fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Slowly, she nods, expression still there.

Something inside him shatters, his hands slowly shake, but he quickly balls them, quirking on his usual smile. “Tell me about him!”

This is okay, he tells himself.

This is okay, he repeats to himself.

This. Is. Okay.

After all, they were friends – best of friends, even! They had no other obligation to each other, regardless of the whatever they had. Friends looked after each other, took care of each other, shared songs.

Friends were like the stars to the moon, both sharing the night sky to shine down but leaving only the best one to shine brightest.

Friends were two halves of a whole, complementing each other in more ways than one.

Friends were there for each other, through thick and thin.

Friends.

Friends…

Friends …

Friends…sometimes look at the other, with shared yearning despite the miles, listen to the same music, laugh at the same joke, share secret smiles with other. That’s still what friends do, right?

He passed his exam, with a few mistakes.

Just two months later after she told him, they broke up.

(Late at night, makeup mussed and ruined, she has one song on replay with the volume on full blast.

The song plays over and over again.

All she can do is stare at her ceiling, the corners of her eyes burning before leaking to the sides.)

His first beer was given to him straight after the first semester ended, by his big brother no less!

Fukuro says it’s to celebrate, because at the same time, the Adlers were now entering off-season. Which is how Hirugami found himself at some restaurant holding the Adlers’ off-season celebration. Honestly, after a hectic and tumultuous semester, all he wanted was to go home and sleep.

Sleep the night away.

And maybe reel.

Fukuro, however, as though life came in the form of his older brother, had different plans. Giving his youngest brother a call, demanding that he come to the location he texted – accepting no ‘ifs’ or ‘buts’.

Even though he hasn’t told anyone, his brother just knew.

Figures, he’s an old man, Hirugami thought to himself, frowning at the can in his hand.

Somewhere, Hoshiumi was rattling on and on with some other player – he doesn’t know. Everyone around him were mingling, chatting, excitement over the break they’ve been waiting for since the season began, others have talked about training regimens they plan to take. Sheesh, what monsters.

Comfortable in his own little corner, Hirugami just takes everything in, a cold can of beer still in hand.

He hums to himself, lips twitching at each song that he hums.

Looking at the can in hand, the slight tilt he does to read the product name, causes some of the condensation to drip down to his shoes.

Sighing, he tips his head back, taking a sip.

Bitter , he thinks, forcing the amber liquid down his throat, smacking his mouth. It’s bitter.

(y/n): hey

(y/n): so, i made a song cover.

(y/n): truth is

(y/n): the whole time i listened to it over and over and over again

(y/n): all i thought of was you

(y/n): i cried listening to it

(y/n): and yet, it’s the song i made a cover of

(y/n): for reasons

(y/n): anyway

(y/n): hope you like it : )

(y/n): link

Right after she sent him that video, he couldn’t stop listening to it. It was on repeat for days and days to come.

His mind was consumed by nothing but her – the song choice, her singing, the lyrics, the emotion she poured into it.

Somewhere deep inside him, he felt something snap into place.

After listening to her cover for the nth time, life – in the form of his older brother yet again, shoved him his car keys to his face, winking in the process as he and Hoshiumi walked out their shared apartment.

Hirugami then snapped into action.

He came to one of her shows, driving all four hours from Tokyo to Nagano, then practically dashed all the way to the fourth floor, where her band was playing.

Under the fluorescent lights, she saw him.

Him and his beautiful face.

Suddenly, she poured more soul into her singing, pouring everything she's felt and wanted to say to him.

Did it reach him? she wondered.

When they met later that day, Hirugami was quick to pull her into a hug, close and tight, nosing into her hair, her feelings had reached him.

Without another word, he pressed his lips to hers - the same spark from that summer ago was there. It always was. It never died. It just burned, continued to burn, just waiting for it to be fanned and grow.

Grow and grow until cinders burst out into embers, burning brighter and brighter.

It was stupid how they acted just now.

He felt stupid.

She felt stupid.

They were stupid.

Hoshiumi was right, they were both stupid.

Later that day, in her apartment, clothes strewn all over the place, limbs tangling, her head on his chest, long fingers carding through blue-dyed hair, he sent a message to his best friend, though years due, 'you were right'.

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niishii · 2 years

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420ruffy · 26 days

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his favorite ways to make you cum ,, character insert x afab reader

a/n: i’m halfway through writing this and i’ve realized that you can actually just insert any character of your liking while reading this bc it’s not specific to the character i had in mind when i first started..

eating you out

his favorite sexual activity for sure. not only does he love giving you head and seeing you feel good because of him but it’s relaxing to him. when he’s tired or sad he’ll always crawl in between your legs and start kissing and licking and nibbling on your stomach around your bellybutton and your thighs, coating them in love bruises.

it’s also extremely arousing to him. he loves hearing all the noises you make, and them getting louder and messier and more embarrassing (as you claim) the closer you get to your orgasm. he can’t help but grind his hips into the mattress, moaning into your pussy, the added vibrations making you groan.

he is always so focused on the task and gets lost in your big pussy lips lapping and sucking at them and your puffy clit as if it’s his favorite hobby (it is). his arms are usually always both snaked around your lower half to keep you in place and so he has easier access and can shove his tongue as deep into your cunt as possible. except for if he’s fingering you additionally to licking your clit ofc. then his right hand will be buried deep in your pussy, desperately grazing your g-spot while sucking on your clit until you start rutting your hips against his face and your grip on his hair becomes tighter. oh how he loves it when you tug on his hair while you’re changing his name when you’re cumming..

handjobs

he likes them almost as much as you do. he (especially loves how you go about asking for one though) loves it when you sit in his lap, crossing your legs behind his back and hugging him tight for a few minutes, with your head buried in his neck, kissing it and sucking light bruises into his skin before your kisses and sucks move up to his ear and earlobe. and then his jawline. until your kisses finally reach his lips and he’s too impatient to wait for you any longer so he just immediately licks into your mouth making both of you moan at the feeling of each others soft tongue. you kept moaning and trying to keep up with his aggressive licks but your mind wasn’t ready for it yet so you had to pull back. he chuckled. he knew what question was about to escape your lips. you stayed close to him and started kissing your way back to his neck and ear, nuzzling into him. “can you give me a handjob?” you’d ask sucking on the skin below his ear. you couldn’t see but he was smirking. he chuckled lightly. as if he could ever deny you that.

he picked you up in one swift motion and walked to the bedroom with you throwing you on the bed as soon as you reached it. oh how he loved the look on your face every time he does this. you looked about ready to jump him.

“pants off, pretty.” he would demand before positioning himself behind you and starting to kiss your neck and jawline. he would start slow and grope you aggressively while sucking bruises into your skin. the foreplay was part of why you loved handjobs so much. you just couldn’t get enough of his hands on your body.

by the time he would finally bring his hand down to your clit, after whining and silently begging him to touch you already, you were already wet from the foddling and kissing.

and all the praise and dirty talk that was possible in this position was heavenly. his lips were practically sealed to your ear shell constantly praising you and grunting and moaning in your ear because he knows how much you love it and how much it gets you off.

he loved holding you down with his free arm whenever you’d start chanting his name and wiggling indicating that you were close or already cuming.

mating press

missionary is the basic sex position for a reason. it was just so easy to handle someone this way. the look on your face and the sounds you made every time he’d put your legs up on his shoulder and start drilling into you was so arousing to him.

he didn’t care about how “messy and chaotic and embarrassing” you thought you sounded. that’s part of what was so arousing. the fact that he’s making you feel so good you don’t know what to say or what sound to make and don’t even try to tame yourself and instead just let the sounds escape your lips was so hot to him, he wanted to cum right there.

dickriding

oh how he loved making you cum when you were the one on top. he loved bottoming or subbing and seeing you take control of him and the situation. but he also likes messing with you and he would do anything to hear all the messy embarrassing sounds you make when he drills up into you from below.

the way your eyes would roll back and your moms would become more animalistic at the sudden fast pace was one of his favorite sights to see.

and when it became too much for you and you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore so you’d collapse on top of him and put your arms around him, he would smirk to himself. being able to hold you tight while ramming up into you as fast as possible to make both of you cum while hearing you moan and breathe into his ear was too arousing.

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this was originally supposed to be about jason todd (no one’s surprised) but i can also see: hal jordan, dick grayson, roy harper, wally west, toji, nanami, gojo, sae, aiku, karasu, otoya, katakuri, sanji, zoro, shanks, semi eita, atsumu, iwaizumi, tartaglia/childe, itto, laxus dreyar, sting eucliffe, gray, jellal, gajeel, natsu

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ravenslvt · 2 months

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why does your best friend's older brother have to be so hot?? :(((

☆ suna rintarou x fem!reader (pt.1) ☆

cw: smuut! p in v, v fingering, fluffy, lowk sweet, implied virgin reader, unprotected sex.

pt. 2 pt.3 pt.4

you sigh at the empty water bottle on the nightstand. you look over at your best friend, ami. she was fast asleep. you smiled, glad you were able to visit her on your break from university. you were grateful her parents let you stay over while they were out of the country for some sort of work meeting.

back to the important matter, your thirst. you slowly get up, trying not to wake your dark haired bestfriend. grabbing the tin water bottle and tiptoeing downstairs, making sure to close the door to her bedroom quietly on the way out.

you walk through the familiar halls of the house you’ve known since you were young. all the lights were off except the kitchen light.

walking in, you notice your bestfriend’s hot ass older brother, rintarou, leaning against the kitchen island on his phone. he was wearing his usual loose sweatpants, and a tight fitting t-shirt from your old highschool. it used to be loose on him, it was clear he’s been working out more and gained more muscle. his head perks up, he pauses whatever he was watching and speaks.

“hey, didn’t think anyone was still awake.” his voice is low and a little hushed.

you don’t notice the way his eyes go to your attire, small little sleep shorts and a tank top.

you notice he’s heating something up in the microwave as you reach the fridge, unscrewing the cap to your water bottle to refill it. you watch as the bottle slowly fills, talking to him.

“ami fell asleep and i was thirsty. she always passes out so fast” you softly chuckle. she was always the first to fall asleep at sleepovers, even in your childhood. girl was a deep sleeper.

“mmm” he simply hums, returning back to looking at his phone.

you turn back to face him, taking a refreshing sip of water.

“whatcha watchin?” you lean on your elbows against the counter, peering over at him.

your relationship with suna rintarou was…. friendly to say the least. he was only a year older than you and ami, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a (fat) crush on him since middle school.

you remembered the exact moment your crush on him had started. you and ami were twelve and rintarou was thirteen. you were at the suna’s family beach house for summer break.

you and ami relaxed in the sun, reading your assigned reading books together and laughing over how dumb you guys thought the plot was.

“seriously, this guy is so lame. he just mopes around and smokes cigarettes all day. dude’s gonna have lung problems” ami rolled her eyes at a certain line of the book.

you giggled and opened your mouth to say something to agree. until a volleyball came flying at you full speed. your eyes widened and you just froze. you two were aware rintarou and some of his friends were playing a game of beach volleyball a few feet away.

you flinched and put your arms up quickly in defense, but never felt impact. you look up to see a teenage rintarou who dived to grab the ball before it hit you.

“you good?” he called your name to get your attention. you just nodded, hiding the flushed state of you face with your book. he made a comment on how he read it in english class last year and if you needed any help on the work, he had your back.

“go away, rin. she doesn’t need your c- average help” his sister retorted as he walked back to his friends. he turned his head to give a small chuckle. you never forgot his smile since then.

back in the present, he takes his eyes off his video for a moment to look back at you.

“my game replays. hey, come watch this and tell me if you think furuhashi fucked us over with this serve” he did a ‘come here’ motion. you were at his side within a moment.

you peered at the phone screen over his shoulder. his phone looked so small compared to his large hands. he replayed the video for you to watch. you focused on the teamate he pointed to and it looked like he did a purposefully bad set, aiming right at the opponents head.

“ouch. seemed like he had personal beef with number eight….” your face scrunched in the way the opponent immediently fell to the floor from such a powerful blow.

“yeah, dude let his emotions get the best of him and got the rest of us in trouble with the ref for it” he shuts his phone off, sighing.

“you have another game next week, right? ami wanted me to go check you guys out.” you grab your bottle from the counter.

taking another sip of water, a small droplet spills past your mouth, down your neck, and disapears into the curve of your breasts. you notice the way his eyes follow the bead of water.

his eyes meet yours. and before he can open his mouth, the microwave beeps loudly. he quickly gets up to take the food out with a quick curse, hoping the obnoxious beeping didn’t wake anyone up.

he takes the steaming plate out of the appliance. you notice he heated up some cold pizza you guys ordered earlier in the night.

your eyes go back to his broad shoulders and arms, down to his large veiny hands. he’d matured a lot more since you’d seen him last.

you caught yourself staring, starting to feel a little awkward. you suddenly start to get a little hot, despite what little clothes you wore. you step away to leave the kitchen. your thoughts ran rampet of his hands. you pictured them touching your hair, your arms, your-

“where are you going?” his eyes are only on you now, his arms leaning against the counter to look at you.

“i- um should probably get back to ami” you gulp.

“why? isn’t she asleep? come hangout with your real favorite suna” he smirks, taking a peice of the hot pizza into his mouth.

you roll your eyes and fake scoff.

“don’t let your sister hear you say that, she might believe it” you cross your arms, eyeing him.

he swallowed, wiping his mouth with a napkin and smiling.

“i mean, it’s the truth. isn’t it?” god he was so cocky today. but you loved it.

“and what makes you think that, rin?” you played along. you step a little closer, this time you lean your elbows on the counter facing him. accidentally giving him a front row view of your cleavage through your thin top.

you see the way his eyes drop to your tits. oh you had him.

“cause, you think i’m cuter” his eyes flicker back to your own. he shrugs casually, a smug smirk on his face. his food now forgotten in his mind. only thing he wanted now was you.

“sure, whatever you want to think.” you sarcastically remark back.

he laughs, circling the kitchen island so now you had nothing between you except about a foot of space.

“oh i don’t have to think it, pretty. i know it” shit, he was getting closer and your heart was only beating faster.

“you’re delusional, rintarou.” you aren’t laughing anymore, smile fading to a more serious demeanor. you were nervous and he could tell.

he smiles, running a calloused finger down your arm. it left a trail of fire down your skin and your breath hitched.

“is that why you’re always staring at me. you think i don’t notice?” his voice is lower now, quieter.

fuck. he knew.

“as if you don’t oogle at me whenever i’m in a swimsuit.” you refuse to look away from his gaze.

he lets out a small chuckle. it was hypnotizing.

“i ‘oogle’ you no matter what you wear” he admits, almost proudly.

you eyes widen for a moment. you try your best to hold it together. his hand played with the ends of your hair. you two had never stood this close before.

you felt the flimsy fabric of your panties start to dampen.

“what’s got you all quiet?” his hand moves from your soft locks to hold your chin, forcing you to look right at him.

“screw you, rin” you retort, flustered. he snorts.

“you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” his face only got closer to yours.

you guys were so close, you had forgotten you weren’t the only two in the house.

“in your dreams-“ you start.

“knock that shit off. admit you want this as bad as i do” he says your name. your faces were now inches apart. his eyebrows furrowed and he just looked so attractive. he was studying your expressions, his eyes never leaving your face.

“rin i-“ you start again. this time his lips hover over yours, ghosting over your own.

“tell me to stop and i’ll go back up to my room and we will never speak of this again.” his hand moves to cup your cheek, his forhead resting on your, giving you a chance to pull away.

but you didn’t want to pull away and he didn’t either.

finally, after what seemed like years of tension, you snapped. going up on your tipy toes to crash your lips on his.

his hands immediately draw to your waist, holding you as close as possible while your hands wrap in his soft dark brown locks.

years of unresolved feelings and tension all poured into one heated kiss.

his hands gripping your waist moves down to your hips, he turns you so your rear is against the counter. how convinient his hips are the perfect height for the kitchen island.

you let out a soft gasp as he bites your bottom lip, he smirks and gently prods his tounge into your mouth, seeking permission first. you lean your head back to let him kiss you deeper.

he was fully addicted to your lips.

he pats your hip and you take it as a sign to hop on the marble counter, he helps you jump up. he slots himself inbetween your thighs, your lips never pulling apart.

“fuck. i can’t believe i haven’t tasted you sooner” he says in between kisses. you giggle at the way he refuses to pull apart from you.

he just grips your waist tighter, his cold hands slipping under the fabric of your tank top. you gasp as he reaches for your bare tits, lifting the fabric to rest above your breasts. you never wore a bra around him. and of course he always noticed.

he gave your perky tits a firm squeeze, you mewl into his mouth as he gently pinches your hardened nipples. his cold fingers adding an extra chill.

rintarou’s hips press gently into yours. you could feel his erection through his pants. you grip his hair tighter at the feeling of his clothed member rubbing against your clothed clit.

you unlatch a hand from his hair and bring it straight to his hardness. he hisses as you rub him through the pants. he could feel a small wet patch forming in his boxers.

“shit, take these off” he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of your sleep shorts, you lift you hips for him to shimmy them down your legs, you didn’t even notice where he put them. you didn’t really care.

you were left in your little lace panties. he gave a lopsided smile at how prepared you were. it was like you knew he was gonna fuck you tonight. or maybe you wore these all the time around him, just waiting.

“this wet already?” he sucks in a breath, running a finger over the growing wet patch on your panties. you just nod and focus your gaze on his long fingers. you wanted them so bad.

“rin, please” you grab at his hand that was teasingly brushing over your clothed clit.

“stop teasing” you pout at him. he looks up at you and gives you another kiss.

“you’re too cute not to tease.” he pulls away and pulls your underwear to the side, spreading your legs more. he curses at the sight of your glistening pussy, knowing it was all for him.

he runs a long finger down your folds, causing your grip on his wrist to tighten.

“so worked up, aren’t you? no one ever touch you like this before?” he asks, continuing his motions up and down.

“n-no rin, just you.” you breathily admit, a bit emberassed. it was the truth though, he was the only one you really wanted over the years.

he lets out another curse at the thought of being the first guy to touch you in this way. he was straining against his boxers, his loose sweatpants suddenly feeling so tight on his hips.

“tell me if it hurts and i’ll stop, okay?” he looks you in the eye, serious. you just nod.

“wanna hear you say it, baby” he pulls his hand away from your cunt.

“yes rin, i swear” you assure, shimmying to the edge of the counter to be closer to him.

he smiles, giving you a peck on the forehead before prodding his middle finger into your tight hole, spreading your wetness to make sure you were ready.

he slowly enters you and you grip onto his shoulders for dear life. he gives a few slow experimental pumps of his finger before you were asking for more.

“this ok?” he whispers in you ear, kissing your neck.

“god yes. more please” you plead in a quiet tone, trying your best to keep silent.

he chuckles and adds his ring finger. just two was enough to stretch you out. it was a delicious pain of his large digits splitting you open. you couldn’t even imagine how good his cock would feel.

you bite your knuckles to muffle the sounds of pleasure you were making. but nothing could cover the wet noises coming from him finger fucking your pussy.

his wrist started to ache, but it was worth it to see the way you were taking it so well. he curled his fingers, doing a ‘come here’ motion inside of you. you let out a muffled curse as your legs started to shake.

he kept pumping and curling his fingers over and over. his long thick fingers reached places your little hands just couldn’t.

“i think i’m-“ you cut yourself off with a soft moan, still trying to be quiet.

he just kisses you through your orgasm, groaning into your own mouth. your pussy squeezes around his fingers and he swallows up all your noises. he imagines how you’d feel squeezing his cock like this, while his other hand groping your tit, pinching your nipple. you arch into him and pull away from his lips to breathe.

you pant and look at him, face completley flushed, he slowly removes his fingers. his hand was coated in your cum. he gives your chest a few small kisses, accidentally leaving faint marks on the skin. not an accident at all.

he was panting too. you looked at him, curiously. your eyes go down to his pants. there was an obvious wet stain in the front.

“did you….” your eyes go wide as he flushes with emberassment.

“m’sorry you were just so fucking hot i couldn’t-“ he starts, but you cut him off with your lips. you were immediately aroused again, but this time the only thing that could satisfy you was his cock.

you paw at his sweats, shaky fingers clumsily trying to untie the drawstring. he grips the back of your neck with one hand while the other helps take off his pants. he starts to stroke himself until he’s hard again, still recovering from blowing his load in his pants.

you swat his hand and give his cock long strokes. you finally get a good view of it. he wasn’t small by any means, but not obnoxiously large. it was a delicious size that made your mouth go dry. there was a certain blue vein that ran down from his tip, your finger running over it, making him hiss.

he noticed you staring and encourages you to continue, his thumbs rubbing your thighs in comfort.

you swipe your thumb over his slit making him shiver like a small dog. his tip was so sensitive. you move to try and hop off the counter to get on your knees, but he stopped you, gripping your hips.

“if you do that i won’t be able to last.” he pets your hip sensually. you pout.

“don’t give me that look. next time, i promise” he pecks your lips and your heart flutters. so there will be a next time.

his head rests on your shoulder as you continue to stroke up, switching from pumping it to teasing his tip. he stopped you once his hips started to sputter. he was like putty in your hands at this point.

“p-please” he says your name, panting.

“i need to be inside you. i need to feel you so bad, baby please” he begs, kissing your neck, leaving darker marks in his wake.

you whine at his words, using your legs to wrap around his hips, his cock sitting right above your needy cunt.

“fuck me already, rin” you give his cock a few more pumps before lining him up with your wanting hole.

he does as yous say, slowly pushing in, his mouth gaping wide and his head falls back once he’s fully inside of you.

now your head rests on his chest as you encourage him to move. he slowly pulls out then back in with a powerful thrust. you bite his shoulder to keep from screaming out. surley leaving a mark.

“ohmygod rin” you can’t help but chant out his name as his thrusts quicken. you were praying ami was still asleep or she would totally hear the sounds of his hips slapping into yours.

“shh. gotta be quiet, kay? don’t want your friend to hear you getting fucked by her big brother do you?” he clasped a hand over your mouth, you unconsciously squeezed him tighter. your eyes screwed shut tight.

“fuck. you’d probably like that wouldn’t you? want everyone to see how badly you want my dick?” he groans in a hushed tone, his thrusts getting deeper and deeper. he was loosing control.

he gripped onto your hips to stabilize his pace. you guys never broke eye contact as your mouth hung open silently, trying so hard to keep quiet. he smiles at how fucked out you already looked.

“rinnn” you whine.

“m’right here, pretty” he kisses you once again. one of your hands takes purchase in his (now) messy hair, the other one gripping onto his strong arm. you were sure you were clawing into him with your nails, but he didn’t seem to mind.

you were getting close already. he moaned into your mouth as you tightened around his cock. he fed you simple praises from his pretty mouth, encouraging you to cum.

your thighs tightened around his hips, wanting him to be even closer, if that was even possible.

“i got you, baby. let go” he whispers inbetween kisses.

he bites your lip as you cum on his cock, squeezing him in every possible way. you whine into his mouth, the kiss now turned so messy a bit of drool fell from your mouth.

he fucked you through your orgasm as you shake in his hold, he was holding back his own until you were satisfied. you started to mewl from the overstimulation of his veiny cock pounding into you.

he pulls out, pumping himself until he finishes on your thigh, letting out a hushed moan of your name from his lips, making you squeeze around nothing. both of you breathing heavily.

after you both cool down from your highs, he looks at you, full of admiration.

“you did amazing” he kisses your cheek.

once your mind fog clears, the realization hits you. you just fucked your childhood crush, your bestfriends brother. a part of you feels a little guilty, but the other part of you wants nothing more than to do it again.

he notices your hesitation, placing a gentle hand on your hair so soothe it down.

“hey, you okay?” he asks. you didn’t even notice when he had pulled his pants back up, or when he put your top back in place over your tits.

you give him a soft smile.

“i’m okay” you assure him.

“good” he smiles back, he grabs a nearby kitchen cloth and wipes off his spend from your thigh.

“gross, rin. people use that towel” you scold.

he just shrugs “i’ll throw it in the wash”

you both knew in your heads you couldn’t tell anyone about this.

it was your little secret.

suddenly, rintarou’s phone lights up from across the counter. he puts your panties back in place, grabbing your sleep shorts and putting your legs through them so you could put them back on. he snatches his phone for you both to see.

‘WEATHER WARNING: all schools in the area shut down for another two weeks’ the notification read.

your eyes widen. looks like you’d be staying at the suna’s house for a lot longer than you thought.

the next morning

“ouch, looks like your girl maimed you” ami laughs over her waffles. you sit next to her, pouring the syrup over your own. rin almost chokes on his food and your head snaps up.

“what?” he says with a mouthful of bacon. ami points to the scratches on his arm and the literal bite mark on his shoulder. your eyes go wide. you made sure to wear a hoodie to cover your own marks.

“aww rin hooked up with a wolf!” you add, trying not to raise suspicion. he squints his eyes at you, swallowing his food.

at least he had the decency to wipe down the counter before we ate.

“something like that” you eye eachother before turning back to your breakfast.

this was gonna be a long stay.

masterlist

a/n: i kinda wanna make this a mini series lollll lmk of you’d like a pt.2 (this is highkey ooc but idc!!! its fanfiction!!!! i love my fake man fr)

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luvtsumu · 10 months

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silly questions

atsumu x reader, mention of hanahaki (but not actually using the trope LOL), fluff!!, a lil banter, osamu makes an apperance :-)

"if i had hanahaki... would you love me back?" you ask atsumu, eyes curious as you take in his expression.

he had turned to you, almost mortified. you could see it in the way his eyes widened, his nose scrunched, and his lips pulled back in disgust. "if ya what would i what?" he repeats.

you almost laugh. "i sssaaaaiiid: if i had hanahaki, would you love me back!"

this time atsumu's more obviously offended. "are ya dumb?!" he exclaims.

you laugh and duck to dodge the couch pillow atsumu throws across the living room at you. you're lucky you two are seated on different couches, him on the three-seater while you were on the opposite side on the loveseat. had you two also not been in his family home, he just might have wrestled you.

"what?!" you laugh, getting up from your seat to grab onto a pillow. you get into a ready stance, grinning at atsumu who is still hung up on your question—or that you even asked him that in the first place. "it's just a question, silly."

"it's a silly question," he scoffs, throwing yet another pillow that you hit like a baseball. it flops onto the ground and you kick it to the side. "why'dja even ask that."

you only give him a shrug, and then a smile when your gaze meets his once again. you don't understand why he's so irked; you thought it'd be a fun conversation to have since talking about unrealistic hypotheticals was always so fun with atsumu. it seems as though this one isn't all that fun, however.

when atsumu sighs, he turns away from you. he motions you to come towards him to his place on the couch like an old man and you laugh. still, you play along and eventually plop yourself right by his side.

"yes, tsum?" you say, batting your lashes which gets a soft giggle out of him, "you don't like that question, huh?"

he shakes his head. "no, i don't. in fact, i hate it."

you laugh. "well, that's dramatic. mind telling me why? m'not sure it's worth almost knocking me out with a pillow."

atsumu gawks at your words, but eventually laughs with you. "hah?! yer dramatic! that barely would'a stung! i wasn't tryin' ta knock yer head off anyway."

your cheeky smile makes atsumu sigh and shake his head. he gives you visual disapproval before he brushes the topic aside to instead focus on your presence right by him. he scooches away from you only to be able to lay his head on your lap. naturally, your hands find a home on his face, one on his cheek and the other gently pushing his hair back.

for a moment, you two bask in a comfortable silence. he falls in love yet again with your touch, and you fall in love with just how gentle and warm your infamously-known-as-big-and-bad boyfriend is.

"y/n," he eventually speaks up, placing a hand over yours that holds his cheek. his eyes close when you hum, carressing his cheek gently. "don't ask me silly questions like that. there'll never be a time or a universe that i won't love ya."

you swoon. "atsu--"

"can you two get a fucking room?!" osamu yells from the kitchen, not too far from the living room. in fact, he heard the entirety of your silly conversation with his twin brother.

you and the blond immediately burst into laughter.

"yer the grossest couple i fucking know!"

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forusomimiya · 1 year

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Ushijima praising your beautiful pussy that he abuses until he sees his cock covered in white. He'll hold your hips and just watch you devour his cock endlessly.

"Don't stop please, keep - fucking me baby. Keep sucking me s-so good… this cock is all yours, all yours babe… keep it up."

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omi-boshi · 20 days

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"Hey, Kiyoomi-kun!" Shion yells from the open door leading to the locker rooms, voice a little breathless. "Your phone rang." Kiyoomi quirks an eyebrow in curiosity. There's still 15 minutes left of their break and truthfully, Kiyoomi is not inclined to leave the comfortable position he's resting in: sat on the floor, legs stretched out in front of him as he caught his breath. Still, he rises to his feet and ambles towards the locker room. Kiyoomi typically has his phone on Do Not Disturb. If anyone's messaging him at this time, it could only be one person: you. He thumbs his phone open; the screen flashes with a photo of you and him from your most recent anniversary, before he clicks on the message that, just as he guessed, came from you.

It's a video.

For a moment, he considers saving it for later just in case it ends up being racier than what's acceptable to play in public but the motion blur from the thumbnail suggests otherwise. Besides, it's barely past 5PM, you're only on the way home at this time.

Ultimately curiosity gets the better of him and he plays the video without further ado.

"Hey, babe!" Your voice crackles through the speaker. In the video, you're running. The backdrop is the familiar landscape of the neighborhood you both reside in.

"This is proof that I would never try to bring home a stray dog." You look off to the side, the camera tilting with the motion and showing the dog that's running alongside you. "See, Kiyoomi!" You look towards your phone. Despite doing your utmost at feigning disappointment and concern at being followed, your giddiness bleeds through your voice and it's enough to pull a smile out of Kiyoomi.

"See! I'm running! I'm running away from you!" Your voice lowers in volume as you direct your words to the dog. It's immediately followed by, "Come on, buddy! Come on— Go away!" You say the last part to the camera. Eyes wide, as if you were looking directly at Kiyoomi and convincing him in person.

Kiyoomi falters at the way you try your damndest to tamp down your grin, the faux disappointment coming back as you address him through the video. His grin widens.

"What are you doing? Go away!" You turn to the dog. "I said run— run away—come on, come on—Run, buddy—Run away!"

As you grow increasingly breathless, Kiyoomi's amusement crests, sending him into fits of laughter that catch the attention of everyone within the vicinity. His laughter continues as he watches you run with this dog, at one point, even waving it over when it strays too far.

By the time the video abruptly cuts off, the fatigue Kiyoomi felt from practice is replaced by this warmth in his chest brought about by your valiant attempt at not leading a stray dog into your home. When his laughter subsides, Shoyo bounds over towards him, curious at what has the reclusive spiker so amused. "You seem happy, Omi-san. Any good news?" Kiyoomi spares him a glance, laughter dying down, and a soft quirk to his lips that Shoyo has learned can only be pulled out of him by you. "Yeah... I think we're getting a dog."

(based on this silly little video)

#sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #sakusa fluff #sakusa x you #sakusa x y/n #sakusa x self-insert #haikyuu x self insert #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #sakusa headcanons #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #hq x y/n #san's blobs

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laceymorganwrites · 2 years

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Daichi working out with his S/O

he´s the perfect work out partner hands down

always cheers you on and is a bit too enthusiastic for his own good sometimes

but he does mean well

he will help you with exercises if you want to

but he will also leave you alone if you prefer working out alone

makes the best playlists for you

personally he listens to motivational speeches unironically

loves couple yoga and other couple oriented work outs

then again, Daichi always has so much fun with you

and it doesn´t matter to him whether or not you´re sporty or not

but if you´re even the slightest bit interested in fitness and such he will be your biggest cheerleader and be super excited about everything

after all he still needs to be fit for his job and always loved working out, but helping you reach your goals just motivates him to go the extra mile all the more

plus whenever you guys finish a workout he cooks dinner that night

and trust me, he´s a great cook

he just barely does it because of his job so you two divide grocery shopping and cooking depending on your schedules

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fluffytriceratops · 8 months

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𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 - 𝐚. 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 [𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜]

notes: idk what i'm doing. i've never gone to uni so i don't know too much about it personally. i don't know what majors they would all be and am mostly just guessing rn- if you have any idea, feel free to lemme know. i need the help lmao. <3 also pls ignore the fact that the icons aren't all the same size i'm too tired and lazy to do that rn-

chapter one: "mrs kwan is my sugar daddy."

««•◦ ✪ ◦•»»

╰┈➤ ❝Y/n L/n, year 2 english major. ❞

❝fuck this shit i'm out.❞

╰┈➤ ❝Atsumu Miya, year 2 kinesiology major. ❞

❝get your stank ass back here.❞

╰┈➤ ❝Kōtarō Bokuto, year 3 kinesiology major. ❞

❝hey, hey, hey, don't fuck this up for me okay?❞

╰┈➤ ❝Kei Tsukishima, year 1 art history major. ❞

❝you guys are annoying.❞

╰┈➤ ❝Keiji Akaashi, year 2 english major. ❞

❝y/n told me to say it.❞

╰┈➤ ❝Osamu Miya, year 2 buisiness major. ❞

❝i make the best onigiri. and i will fight you on that.❞

╰┈➤ ❝Rintarō Suna, year 2 kinesiology major. ❞

❝suck a nut.❞

╰┈➤ ❝Tetsurō Kuroo, year 3 kinesiology & buisiness major. ❞ (IDK)

❝kitty needs treats.❞

╰┈➤ ❝Kenma Kozume, year 2 buisiness major. ❞

❝leave me alone to die.❞

╰┈➤ ❝Shōyō Hinata, year 1 kinesiology major. ❞

❝you look like you could use a hug.❞

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chaepink · 6 months

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DAY 19: SUCH A TEASE | COCKWARMING

teasing kageyama is always fun, especially if it has something to do with him cockwarming you.

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ PAIRING ⸻ kageyama tobio x reader

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ WARNINGS ⸻ dom!gn!reader, dacryphilia, begging, cockwarming (character receiving), edging, riding, praise, pegging, strap can be read as a dick, reader can lift him up

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KINKTOBER EVENT

You love teasing kageyama. Whether it's palming him under the table at a restaurant, making tears brim his eyes when you continue to overstimulate him, or being blunt with your words about how you want to just bend him over the nearest desk and fuck him till he can't think anymore. All three would result in kageyama flushing red and letting out a needy whine, stuttering out a quiet response.

And today is no different. With your focus solely on the work in front of you, you almost forget about him on your lap. That's until kageyama lets out a whimper, wrapping his arms around you tighter.

"Are you alright, kageyama?" He whines at you. Here he is, fully naked and on your lap with your strap stuffing him full. The tip is just barely touching his prostate and it brushes against it whenever he moves just a little, each time making him leak out pre cum from his hard red dick. It lays against your stomach and he tries his best not to move, wanting to be good for you. He's been cockwarming you for a while now and he's lost track of how many times you've edged him.

A mere hour or so earlier you were working on stuff you needed to finish until Kageyama kept begging you to pay attention to you. So a suggestion of him cockwarming you, some edging, and teasing now has you here. The tip of Kageyama's ears burns, not thinking it his neediness would result to this.

"ah! y-yeah i-im mmph! fine!" You let out a sigh before putting your pencil down and running your hand through his hair. You suddenly grab a fistful of it and pull it back, making kageyama let out a gasp as he throws his head back. Your other hand roams down his body to grip his thigh, giving it a squeeze.

In this new position, you're able to see kageyama much better. His face is flushed red and his eyes are hooded as he looks at you. You look at his dick and how pre cum continues to leak out of it like a broken faucet. The substance continues to drip down his dick and to the base. Ragged breaths escape him and your eyes trail down to where your strap disappears into his ass. The feeling of your eyes down there makes him subconsciously squeeze around your strap, making him let out a small moan. So needy.

"Really? It seems like you're falling apart on top of me already though from what I can tell." Kageyama lets out a cry when you grab his hips to slam him down on your strap, a squirt of his cum spurting out of his dick and staining your shirt. There's no warning for him as you continue your actions.

"s-shit o-oh my god! let me cum, please!" Kageyama lets out a sob when the strap hits the spot inside him that makes his toes curl and back arch back against the desk. When you keep going, kageyama begins to think that you're finally going to let him cum and pleas and begs flood out of his mouth. That's until you stop. He cries out before looking at you with tears brimming his eyes.

"Y-You're so mean, [name]! Stop t-teasing me!" He cries at you, trying to subtly grind against your strap as he paws at your chest. It's been the same thing over and over again. You pay attention to your work for a while before finally paying attention to him. But it doesn't last long cause all you do is edge him close to his orgasm, make him think each time would be the time that you finally let him cum, before stopping altogether and ruining his release. Then you go back to your work as if nothing happened.

You coo at him, cupping his cheek. You feel him lean into your touch with a pout on his lips. How cute.

"But you just make it so easy to be mean to you, baby. You let out those noises I love so much and you're just so pretty when you cry. I can't help teasing you." Kageyama shoves his head into the crook of your neck, hiding his red face. You hear him sniffle and he grips onto your shoulders for support.

"I-I keep getting so close! It h-hurts, [name]." You begin to mark his neck, leaving bite marks and hickeys here and there. Afterwards, you admire how the colors of the marks compliments his skin so prettily. While a part of you feels bad for edging him for a while now, another part wants him to beg for it more, to make him cry.

"Don't you want to be good, though? Wanna be a good boy for me, yeah?" He whines and nods hastily. Of course he does! "That's what I thought too. Good boys do what they're told don't they? So how about you let me do it again, hm? One more time, please?" Kageyama's breath hitches in his throat. You raise a eyebrow at his hesitation.

While he wants to be good for you, the pain in his dick and being denied release a couple times now is starting to get to him and he feels his mind getting foggy. Though of course, the right answer is always clear to him. He wants to be good for you.

He nods again but you tap his cheek, wanting a verbal answer from him. "Y-Yes." You smile at him. "Good boy. Tell me when you're close, alright?"

He shivers at the praise but you surprise him when you grab his dick and begin stroking it, the pace immediately quickening. He widens his eyes, the feeling of his orgasm and the need to release quickly coming back and overwhelming him. His noises fill the room and you almost feel bad for your neighbors who would surely hear him. Almost.

He shuts his eyes close and as his release quickly returns back, he's quick to tell you about it. Even though he knows it's going to happen, he still lets out a broken whine when you release your hand from his dick, ripping his orgasm away from him.

Tears are streaming down his face by now and you have to wipe them off his face. His eyelashes are clumped together and his eyes are glossy.

"You're doing so good for me, baby. That was the last one remember?"

He swallows and nods. You admire the way tears streak down his red face. Fuck, he looks so pretty like this.

"Bet you want to cum now right, doesn't it hurt?" Kageyama lets out a quiet 'yes', pouting at you.

"Go on then, put on a show and ride me." You don't have to tell him twice as his grip on you tightens. He puts his calves on the seat and sits up, slowly taking your strap out of him until it's merely a inch away from his hole. He bites his lip in anticipation and neediness. Seconds later he slams himself down on it, the strap entering him in one smooth movement. A scream leaves his mouth as it fills him up to the brim.

He begins bouncing on top of you so quickly that it's almost like he forgot how you two are only on a chair. Sure the environment may not be the best for him to ride you but the both of you barely cares. All you're focused on is him.

You watch as he quickly falls apart in front of you once again and becomes quickly overwhelmed at the pace and intensity he set for himself. But he doesn't choose to slow down, wanting to chase his high as fast as possible. His mouth is wide open and drool begins falling from the corner of it. He looks so fucked out that you can't help but wish to take a picture and savor it forever.

You notice the bulge on his stomach every time your strap enters him and you press down on the spot, grinning when Kageyama lets out a choked moan at the feeling.

"f-feels so good, [name]." There's a teasing grin on your face. "It feels so good as you ride me, doesn't it? I'm making you feel so good, right?" He nods dumbly even though he doesn't even process what you just said. All your words just go in one ear and out the other.

Incoherent words leave his mouth and you struggle to understand what he's saying. Though you don't really need to know how he feels from his words, the amount and volume of his noises tell you enough about how he's feeling.

"[name], please," he whines. He doesn't even know what he's begging for anymore. His hole sucks in your strap so greedily as if it wants more ever time it enters him.

He can barely think properly. All his thoughts are scrambled and instead are replaced by the feeling of your strap and how it's just hitting all the right spots in him. He feels so full and warm that he doesn't even release how he's about to cum.

The feeling of cumming hits his body suddenly and he lets out a wail at the intense feeling. After being edged so many times, it only makes it better when he finally gets to cum. Cum shoots out his dick and it makes a mess everywhere. It stains his chest and also your top but you don't care. Kageyama continues to ride your strap and you realize that it seems like he's not going to stop anything soon. You don't even have to overstimulate him, he's already doing it himself!

The sound of skin on skin is sinful as it floods your ears. It along with his noises are music to your ears and you swear you could hear them forever and would never get tired of it. Praises spill from your mouth and Kageyama whines at each one.

An idea hits you and you quickly push everything out of the way on your desk. Your hands reach for his waist and when you notice Kageyama slowing down, you lift him off you and push him against the desk. Before he could beg you to put the strap in again, you do it yourself and slam it back in him. The new angle makes his eyes roll back and let out a mewl. He chokes on his spit and all he can do is lay there all pretty for you as you fuck his brains out. After being edged so many times, the feeling of overstimulation is heaven for him.

It's going to be a long night and he knows that by the morning, he won't be able to walk properly. Well, it's not like he's complaining of course.

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