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samuskitchen · 2 years

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bottom of the deep blue. (1)

⇒ mermaid!suna x siren!reader

summary : sirens, creatures of unmatched beauty and cunning charm, they lure men in with their voices and grace, taking advantage of all the gullible fishermen and pirates. mermaids, the peacekeepers of the deep blue sea, naive and kind to a fault at times. a fated encounter between the two underwater dwellers leads to a difficult situation and a love that shouldn’t be.

warnings : mean!suna, mentions of blood, mentions of death, mentions of ptsd, lovesick hopeless romantic reader :,) , naive reader, suna says something that’s kind of racist to sirens

genre : mermaid au, pirate au, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, betrayal

a/n : CAPTAIN YUJI IS MY DEAREST TERUSHIMAAA, except he’s like anti siren :,( other than that i’m excited for the series to progress, theres one chapter that i am so excited to write and post, it’s literally why i started this series 😼 IF YOU ENJOYED PLS LET ME KNOW IN THE COMMENTS, REBLOGS OR MY ASK BOX AND THE TAG LIST IS STILL OPEN!!

w/c : 3k

an ocean, calm and steady, a clear sky and a sun that shines a million sparkling patterns onto the waters below it. a ship lays on the calm sea drifting slowly with minimal effort, it’s not a big ship, surely not impressive enough for other pirates to respect them, but it was able to hold a small crew of men. barnacles and algae littered the bottom of the ship, stuck to the wooden structure stubbornly.

the captain holds an intricately detailed golden spyglass to his left eye, scouring the horizon for any sign of a safe haven, a place to dock and collect themselves after being on the open sea for days.

he sighs, a king and heavy one that leaves his men dropping their shoulders and kicking their feet. another bust, because of course the hastily drawn map wouldn’t hold any merit. he stuffs both the map and spyglass into his coat's deep pockets, gripping the wheel tightly in both hands as he moves to turn the ship left.

some of the crew continue regulating the deck. most of the men, though there weren’t many of them, opted to fiddle with a barrel or drink their boredom away with the beer left out from their small feasts. however, this was exactly what they had signed up for when joining captain yuji’s ship. they knew their captain was a spontaneous man, one without a plan and too much excitement to just live, that he’d willingly dive head first into danger if it meant he’d get a minute of adrenaline from it.

yuji continues guiding the ship, making turns every so often expecting to see something, anything. he taps the ship's wheel impatiently, his foot mimicking the taps of his fingers and his eyes narrowing on the horizon.

finally, his eyes catch sight of land with a tunnel of sorts, and a spot of green through it. he shouts for his men to prepare as they near the tunnel knowing there wouldn’t be any real danger of not fitting through for their somewhat small ship.

the ship approaches the edge of the tunnel, yuji lets out excited hums, his foot now tapping along merrily as he bobs up and down with excitement. “get ready men, i have a feeling this will be worth it!”

they enter the tunnel.

after a few minutes the ship is slowly pushed out of the tunnel by a steady current, the ship rocks side to side gently by the winds in the shade of the cave. the boat is silent, not a single sign of life.

except for a wide eyed, heaving, traumatised yuji terushima who lay flat on the ships helm, a hand pressed to his chest as he released short and quick gasps, lip wobbling and eyes staring up at the sky which slowly reappears again.

the screams of his men ring in his ears like that of a cannon firing, it’s loud and it’s irritating and it won’t leave him alone. it makes him grip his hair and groan, he wants it to stop. he needs it to stop.

he sobs a loud cry, one that leaves his chest aching as he presses his palms against his ears. he can’t stand the sound of their screams, their begging, their cries for help as the sound of struggling in water and splashing continues. he thinks he despises the sound of thrashing against water now, but he knows he despises sirens most. he’s certain of it.

and as he lay on his cursed boat, alone and drifting pitifully on the quiet ocean waves, he knew he had a new goal as captain.

he’d never lose another man to those wicked sirens, ever again.

“yn? you did not eat as much today, what is wrong?” the eldest siren moves closer to the youngest, hand caressing her cheek with a worried look adorning her beautiful face.

“it’s nothing, sister… i’ve just not had an appetite lately!” you give a strained grin as you pulled back from her touch, gently pushing her wrist away. “well, i hope you guys enjoy the rest but i’ll be off, don’t wait up on me!” you rushed off in a hurry, grateful that the tides were on your side for once and pushed you towards your little sanctuary away from your role in the underwater world.

entering your dry cave you eyed the opening of the pool carefully, trying to see if you could spot a blurry figure sitting cockily on your ledge again. however, the coast seemed clear and you were relieved to finally have a moment alone again.

you pushed past the water, pulling yourself up and sitting on the ledge hurriedly. it had been so long since you could come back, every day you’d be forced to wait with your older sisters as unsuspecting men drifted into the dark tunnels with their boats, the ships being the only thing to make it out of the tunnels in the end.

you move to lay yourself flat against the ledge. back flat on the surface with your eyes staring up intently at the twinkling crystals. your own little stars. a cosmos away from the pressures and expectations of your society. no one to force you to be a monster, no one for you to harm. just you and your own little world.

a grimace makes its way onto your face, you hear the echoes of their screams in your mind and you begin shifting uncomfortably. you didn’t think you’d ever get used to their pleas and cries for mercy.

sirens were never merciful.

you clear your throat, shaking your head as if to get rid of the thoughts and sounds plaguing your entire being. trying to get yourself to think of something else, anything else, begging silently for something to help distract you.

and like a blessing or maybe a curse, you hear it. a ripple, the currents moving and pushing against something. someone? a head breaks through the surface, the culprit's hair lays flat against his eyes though he doesn’t need eyes to know you’re lying on your ledge.

“hey pearl, miss me?”

of course it was him.

“what do you want rintarou, i thought we had already established this was my spot. why are you here?”

“mmm, if i remember correctly i said i’d be back, did i not?” he pushes the hair out of his face, slicking it back until he was certain it wouldn’t fall back down and block his vision, the muscles in his arms and chest flexed with his movements, it makes you gulp and divert your eyes, a heat spreading in your belly that makes you blame it on the screaming man you had tried to digest a few moments ago.

“what’s wrong, pretty? you don’t look very happy.” you still refuse to look at him but you know he’s smirking, it seeps into his tone.

“leave me alone, rintarou.”

“i’ll leave if you tell me your name,” his sly smile returned again, sharp eyes enticing you to answer him, as though he was the siren manipulating you into fulfilling his wishes. “or i could just stay here and keep you company, i know how much you adore my presence.”

he cackles at the glare you give him, manoeuvring himself to float on his back, hands resting on his chest and his eyes glancing over at you every few seconds. he definitely wasn’t going to leave…

“you’re such a nuisance, are you sure you’re a mermaid? i think you’d fit the siren life much better.” you grumble.

“did you just indirectly call sirens annoying? and here i thought you loved your job, what, the fishermen aren’t satiating your insatiable thirst for blood?” his tone was light, he was teasing you, but you still felt a pit forming within you, a guilt consuming you from the inside out.

at your lack of response he looked back at you, noticing your doleful gaze trained on the pool below. he hums, a small smile growing on his face. he swims closer to your ledge, his piercing eyes still trained on your deflated form which was in a more upright position than before. he rests his forearms on the ledge and his head on his forearms, gaze still focused on you.

“did i perhaps… say something wrong?”

you cleared your throat, shaking your head quickly. “no it’s fine, you’re right! but uh, it’s getting late i’m sure so i really must head back, my sisters are probably worried by now.” you push yourself off the ledge, diving back into the pools water and rushing off without waiting for another response from the intriguing yet beautiful merman.

you’re sure he’ll be there again.

“ah, there she is! i was starting to think you’d never come back, pearl.” you’re greeted by the same teasing tone as all the other times. of course rintarou was waiting for you in your special cave.

“i think it’s time i find a new cave.” you mutter under your breath, ignoring the large grin rintarou sends you as you pull back from your beloved ledge.

“what’s wrong with sharing?”

“i don’t want to share with you.”

“what’s wrong with me!?”

you can’t hold back your amusement at his defensive behaviour, glad to finally see a side of him that isn’t his usual cocky attitude. he huffs at your giggles but he lets a smile grace his face at the sound of them, he’d never seen you smile before. now he understood why you were a siren, he’d truly never heard a more beautiful and melodic sound before.

the two of you stayed in a comfortable silence, letting the cool water lap at your skin as it gently shifted, the caves air felt nice on your exposed skin and the luminescent jewels added to the scenery, you came to realise you preferred rintarou when he wasn’t speaking.

“so, pearl,” you groaned at the sound of his voice, throwing your head back in annoyance. “am i ever going to learn your name?” he pressed.

“why is it so important to you? it’s the only thing you’ve consistently asked for since we’ve met.”

he snorts, “well i’d like to know the name of my new friend, unless you want me to keep calling you pearl?”

“we aren’t friends, and i don’t want you to think you’re more important than you really are, we’re merely acquaintances.” you tried to keep your voice steady.

his face dropped if only slightly, he purses his lips and looks at you somewhat dejectedly. “yeah, okay.” the new silence that settles over the two of you is much less comfortable than the first time, you couldn’t help but feel guilty at the way he looked now. his eyes were downcast and he’d let his tail tap against the ledge gently almost as if he’s in dire need of an escape from this situation.

“is there a reason you don’t want to befriend me?” his voice was quiet, small, he looked as though he was embarrassed to be even asking such a silly question. you sighed, fingers lightly tapping the water, a nervous habit you picked up after your first kill.

“you stole my cave…”

your head snapped up to look at him at the sound of his scoff, he glares down at your form which is still submerged in the cool water of the pool. he pulls himself back up into a seated position, hands tightly gripping the ledge as he stares you down.

“are you kidding me?” he looks at you in disbelief, almost as though he’s challenging you to prove him wrong, he takes your silence and guilt ridden face as an answer. “you’re not even going to give me a chance, just because i found your stupid cave? if you want it so bad then keep it, i don’t know why i tried so hard with your kind anyways.” he pushes himself off the ledge this time, his eyes stayed locked on yours, the look in them was intense and angered, he was beyond upset, and you didn’t understand why.

sirens and mermaids weren’t meant to get along anyways, he’d lose nothing by leaving you and your favoured cave alone. but you’d lose the only non siren companion you’ve ever had in your young life, maybe you could share your cave, it’s not as if sirens were greedy, they’d share the blood and flesh of them they were feasting on with each other, your sisters always made sure everyone was fed and full by the end of a hunt even when they had less than the others.

so maybe you could share with rintarou. the pretty, cocky, sly mermaid who got on your nerves so easily.

“my name is yn…” you let your eyes focus on something else, not able to withstand the pressure of his eye contact anymore.

he let out a breathy laugh, pulling back a bit, “that wasn’t so hard was it, yn?”

you felt your insides flare at the sound of his voice calling your name. sirens may have alluring voices that entice and seduce men, but it would never match that of a mermaids call, so soft and gentle.

“no, i guess not.” you smiled softly, still not having the courage to look back at him. “i’d like to try being friends with you, if that’s okay?” you look up only for a second, too nervous to hold his beaming gaze as he smiled brightly.

“of course it’s okay, yn.”

over the next few weeks your sisters continued to hunt the foolish pirates and fishermen who dared to cut through the tunnel, you were forced to participate in every hunt and after you all finished eating you’d retreat back to your cave where you’d find rintarou waiting patiently for you. some days you’d break through the surface of the pool and find him playing with a fallen jewel, other days you’d find him impatiently tapping his tail against the ledge.

the two of you continue this little routine, building up your unconventional friendship more and more through the weeks. sometimes you’d bring him a pocket watch or a spyglass dropped by the men, or you’d bring back a piece of jewellery they had been wearing that would suit rintarou. the two of you began exchanging gifts, what rintarou found above land on the shores whether it be a washed up bottle or a coin, he’d bring to you and what you found would be given to him. it was sweet.

your sisters, however, began to notice your ever growing collection of items found above land, they’d tinker with the glass bottles curiously or examine the gold coins you stashed away. they would ask where it came from and your only response would be ‘from a friend.’ you couldn’t bring yourself to tell them about rintarou even if you really wanted to, you couldn’t risk them forcing you to cut him off or have them hunt him the next time you need to feast.

you resorted to calling him your ‘friend’ and though that wasn’t enough to fulfill their curiosity overall, it would be enough for now. every night you’d tell your sisters about the adventures rintarou went on, how he’d been able to see the lives of mortals above the surface of the deep blue sea and how they’d interact with one another. you told your sisters about the types of food found in the place called a market, and how the coins you collected were used as valuables to trade. every piece of information rintarou fed you about the world above the water was regurgitated to your sisters who listened to you intently. your eldest sister played with your hair and watched in amusement as you explained every detail with bright eyes, while your other sisters got ready to sleep, using your stories to lull themselves to sleep.

you were so envious of rintarou, sitting beside him and gripping his hands when he’d mention something that had your curiosity bubbling over, he’d smile at your reactions and continue, what you assume is, over exaggerating his stories adding details you were sure didn’t happen or meeting people you just couldn’t fathom existing. he’d talk about the food he’d tasted and the drinks he’d drunk, his distaste for beer and how wonderful coconut water was. you pleaded with him, begging him to take you the next time he goes and all you were met with was a hum and a pat on the head. he waved you off with a “maybe, but then i’d have to be responsible for anything that happened to you.”

“that’s not fair! rin please i promise nothing bad’s gonna happen.” you pouted at him, hands gripping his bare shoulders tightly, shaking him as you continued your pleads.

“rin?” he smirked.

“rintarou, is that the only thing you got from what i said?l

he sighed, pushing your hands off of his shoulders, the smirk still present on his face. “if i knew you’d be begging to spend so much time with me i would’ve told you these stories sooner.”

it was your turn to shove him away, a small huff following your actions, putting a small distance between the two of you on the small ledge, you turned away from him but you couldn’t help the small flutter that filled your chest. you cursed at your foolish heart for betraying you so easily.

rintarou gripped your chin, turning your head to face him again, letting his hand rest on your jaw as he stared down at your deflated form in amusement. “don’t pout so much, i promise i’ll take you someday. maybe not the next time i go though, we still need to get you some human clothes.” he gestured down to your current state.

“really!? you’ll take me? is that a promise?”

he holds out his pinky, just like he told you the humans did to signify an unbreakable deal.

“i pinky promise”.

taglist: @lomlsuna @akaashiwife @plixy @on-crows-wings @1-800-s1ya @sabztov @keiji-in-a-can @tamak00

#🌀. botdb #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #suna x reader #suna x y/n #haikyuu fluff #hq imagines #suna fluff #haikyuu angst #suna angst #suna rintaro imagines #suna rintaro x y/n #suna rintarou angst

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outgrowings · 3 years

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i don't really care if people hate a harmless character but if they hate them bc they have a mischaracterized version of them that isn't even canon well that's the person's fault

#lmao ppl calling oikawa and atsumu abusive. no they're not abusive they're just annoying.#also this one time i got bored and read some shitty s*kuatsu fic where atsumu is abusive towards sakusa and when i went to the author's bio #it turns out they liked terushima and i just commented #'girl you are hating on the wrong blonde boy'#and then it said it was a projection fic. none of these characters are remotely abusive this is why projection fics cant work properly.

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legendaryoikawa · 4 years

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haikyuu boys reacting to you calling them ‘good boy’

warnings: none but expect me being too passionate with the descriptions HAHA

requested by anon: how would haikyuu boys react to being called good boy? 😳

oikawa tooru - he would be all suave. grinning ear to ear. would snake up his arms around your waist to pull your figure close to him while he whispers softly against your ears, “im really good at everything i do.” you didn’t quite get his innuendo but he just gave you a cheeky smile while dragging you out of the gym lol. (i think u know where this about to gO 😳)

kageyama tobio - as much as he hates nicknames, coming from you was different. acts all bitchy. or looking at you sternly when you tease him that he’s a good boy or he’s your good boy. but later on, will do something random just to impress you. like drinking his drink in one go then will look at you, expectant, and when you call him ‘good boy’ he will scoff but you could definitely see the slight twitch of the corners of his lips. or the way his eyes shines. kageyama has a big pride and he won’t ever show that he likes being called good boy but his actions says otherwise. especially when he made a perfect set then immediately looked at you; his face contorting into something; anticipating for those two words that rolls smoothly from your tongue like a serenade from heaven. he likes it.

kuroo tetsuro - do you know this one specific look from him where he’s looking at you sideways and then that offensive smirk? yes. that smirk. after you have told him he’s a good boy,,, i mean this??? and OMG HFHDHDBDHD

nishinoya yuu - remember when shoyo called him senpai? he will literally brag to the whole team that he is a good boy and won’t be accepting other comments other than ‘good boy’.

haiba lev - lev is a baby despite him being a giant. he would probably be so embarrassed but will be all smiles all over the place. he’s the kind of person that will literally tell people he talks to that you called him a good boy and he is so fucking proud and happy. oml stan the lion 🥺💖

bokuto kotaro - there could be two reactions from him. one is when he is dejected and you’ll call him sweetly like, ‘bokuto, my love, you’re a good boy’ especially after when he messes up a shot or he starts getting agitated. would plunge down towards you to embrace you in his arms. he’s a simpleton so he gets back to his usual demeanor and would be all confident, bugging up akaashi, “akaashi did u hear that??? THEY CALLED ME A GOOD BOY!! HEY HEY HEY”

bonus: akaashi, “i heard it bokuto-san. you are indeed a good guy.”

ushijima wakatoshi - “then... that makes you a good girl as well?” okay his response caught you off-guard especially with his deep voice, and the way he slowly drags off his words. he is the embodiment of ‘head empty just my s/o calling me a good boy’. although you cannot expect something of a reaction like blushing, being a stuttering mess or the twitching of his lips instead you’ll receive a deep look from him and will slowly say, “can you also think of another name to call me? i mean it’s not that i don’t like it... i just wanna hear endearments coming from you...”

aone takanobu - you thought you would never elicit a reaction from him. but you were wrong. he was as pale as moonlight and the slightest pinkish tint on the end of his ears is enough evidence that your nickname for him made him all flustered and shy. you didn’t stop until he pulled you into his lap and buried his face onto the crook of your neck, while mumbling, “call me that a little more... i like it.”

miya atsumu - he prefers being called like that in private. sorry hoes, but he just don’t wanna be called like that in public HAHA but he might just end up messing up with you to turn tables around and leave you the blushing mess even though it was supposed to be him. or would lean close to your face, fanning with his breath, “i dare you to say that again.” you don’t of course lol 😂

terushima yuji - gets all cocky and noisy. or would give you this look. sorry BUT pls rail me terushima HAHA

this got so long again i apologize fhbdhdd. if there are errors, i apologize too because I didn’t get the chance to proofread this baby but hope u guys enjoyed this hddh requests are still open hihi 🥺💖💖💖💖

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nishiannoya · 3 years

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hii! omg i loved ur "2d vb bf writes fanfic abt u" fic! is it possible for u to write a pt 2 for that? (only if it's not too much trouble ofc) have a nice day [or night] ( ´ ω ` )

I do not have a squeal post planned, but hopefully this shall suffice 🤍

𝗜𝗻 𝗔𝗻 𝗔𝗹𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗨𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲: 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝟮𝗗 𝗩𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝘆𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗕𝗙 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀 𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗔𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗬𝗼𝘂

18+ Only

gn!reader x haikyuu, humor, satire, masturbation

(part 1 found here)

✷ Lurker. Clears his browsing and search history after every fic binge. Absolutely no one can know of his shame. Cringes at himself for being such a simp.

ASAHI, Kenma, Yamaguchi, IWAIZUMI, Kindaichi, Yaku

✷ Gets genuinely upset when he reads something he thinks mischaracterizes you. Vague-posts about it. Stews on it for days.

Ennoshita, Yamamoto, Yahaba, SAKUSA, Oikawa, Sugawara, Semi, Ukai, Atsumu, SHIRABU

✷ Will read anything with your name in it. Does not give a fuck if it's OOC. Is willing to imagine you any type of way. The brainrot is real.

TANAKA, Makki, Koganegawa, BOKUTO, Goshiki, Terushima

✷ Reblogs with a full on meltdown in the tags. Leaves paragraph comments on AO3. Keyboard mash king. Cries when he gets the "you've already left kudos here" message.

Atsumu, SUGAWARA, Lev, Oikawa

✷ Horny but doesn't touch himself. Squirms and maybe whimpers a little bit while reading. Face contorts when he reads a particularly juicy line.

KITA, Asahi, HINATA, Kenma, OSAMU, Yaku

✷ Horny and touches himself. Maybe just palming himself through his pants. Or full on hand pumping while imagining it's you as he reads.

Sugawara, Suna, Atsumu, TERUSHIMA, Tendou, OIKAWA, Noya, Makki

✷ Has to set the mood to read fanfiction. Puts on a reading playlist. Turns down the lights. Makes himself a cup of coffee. Lights a candle. Cozy clothes.

AKAASHI, Aone, Akiteru, Kai, Osamu, Daishou

✷ Will shamelessly read fanfiction anywhere. On public transport. In class. While hanging out with friends. At the dinner table. Zero fucks given.

MAKKI, MATTSUN, Suna, Bokuto, Terushima, Tendou, Kageyama, Kunimi

✷ Complains about the fanon version of you but won't write his own content. Has only a select few authors he'll read content from.

Kyoutani, DAISHOU, Osamu, Hoshiumi, Hirugami, Yahaba

✷ Can't or won't read anything over 500 words.

KAGEYAMA, NOYA, Hinata, Hoshiumi, Ushijima, Kenma, Kunimi

✷ Sets an entire night aside to read a 60k+ multi-chapter slowburn.

Kuroo, UKAI, Asahi, Sugawara, AONE, Ennoshita, Shirabu

✷ Just freezes after he's done reading a fic. Stares at the screen while trying to process his feelings. Has to remind himself to breathe. Blinks blankly.

Tsukki, AKAASHI, Kita, Kenma, Daichi, Akiteru, Aran, Hirugami, Suna

✷ Makes audible noise if something he reads catches him by surprise and gives him any kind of strong feeling. Sometimes has to read with a hand over his mouth to keep himself quiet.

Aran, Asahi, Hinata, Yaku, LEV, Iwa, Semi, AKITERU, Komori, Kageyama, Kindaichi, Osamu

✷ Finds himself reading the reader's lines out loud. Maybe even acts out some of the scenes a little (especially angsty fight dialogue). Don't let the theatre majors know how good he is.

Akaashi, ATSUMU, Oikawa, YAMAMOTO, TANAKA, Tendou, Hoshiumi

✷ Blushes like mad. Screams into his hand. Bites fist. Makes vocalized keyboard mash sounds. Squeezes his phone to the point of shaking.

YAMAGUCHI, Kuroo, Atsumu, Goshiki, BOKUTO

✷ Can read with a completely straight face from start to finish. Maybe his brows will raise just a little bit for a second at the good parts. Otherwise anyone who saw would think he's reading some dull news article.

USHIJIMA, Daichi, TSUKKI, KUNIMI, Kita, Mattsun, Kyoutani, Ukai

✷ Sends smut to his friends. "Here, I read this porn and thought of you." He's everybody's favorite friend.

Tendou, Akaashi, MAKKI, Fukunaga, SUNA, Kuroo, Koganegawa

✷ Has actually woken up family members or roommates from screaming, choking, and wheezing with laughter at some headcanons.

Hinata, NOYA, FUTAKUCHI, Tendou, KUROO, ATSUMU, Osamu, Komori, Oikawa, Makki, Tanaka, Sugawara

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tetsvhoe · 3 years

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ALL FUN AND GAMES UNTIL SOMEONE CATCHES FEELINGS

character/s: terushima yuuji x f reader

genre/s: suggestive, angst to fluff

warning/s: fwb. mature themes. not for minors.

gwen's notes 🤍: one of my favorite tropes but i kinda don't like how this turned out also my brain is dry why do i keep ending my fics like this n e way this blog is run by a terushima apologist i am so sorry

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you have known terushima most of your teenage years. as popular as he was in high school, he was hard not to know. he made johzenji seem smaller than it actually was. he was always around the corner, an arm's reach but you never dared to get closer until your paths crossed again in college. admittedly, he was hot. he was also repulsive but charming at the same time which you deemed impressive of him.

"i know you," he announced, stalking up to where you were sitting next to the window, alone with your thoughts. the sly smirk he always wore on his face seemed to suit him better than you recalled.

you offered a tight lipped smile in return. "terushima right?" you didn't expect him to remember, let alone notice you. not like you were vying to get his attention in the first place.

the way your name rolled off his pierced tongue paired with his boyish smile had you floored for a split second.

"do you have somewhere to be?" he asked as he gathered his things and stuffed it in his backpack.

"not really," you shook your head no as you curtly replied.

"good, let's grab something to eat i know a good place not far from here."

he grabbed your hand which you yanked away to cross your arms above your chest. an eyebrow raised you challenged, "don't you have somewhere to be, terushima?"

hearing you call his name twice in a row had him faltering and he didn't understand why.

"yeah, about to get lunch with a pretty girl."

you held back a smile which ached in your cheeks. "ask me nicely and i'll think about it." you took two strides towards him, making a mental note that this was the closest you'd been with him and that you were much more bold than you usually were.

"would you maybe want to grab some lunch with me, pretty girl?" he tried again, clearing his throat. he smirked down at your meticulous gaze.

you rolled your eyes, walking past him. "i guess i could spare you the time of day."

"for the record," you mumbled cheeks stuffed, legs propped over his dashboard, "this isn't a date."

"bold of you to assume i was asking you out on a date in the first place" he teased, cheeks as stuffed as yours.

"whatever i just wanted free food," you joked making him throw a piece of tissue in poor retaliation.

"this isn't free venmo me my money back, you freeloader."

you let out a lighthearted laugh, wondering how and why it was so easy for you to get along with him. you guessed it was part of his infamous irresistible charm.

"y'know, you're not as dumb as you make it seem." you commented out of nowhere as your head hung upside down from the edge of his bed. there was an attempt to study for finals.

he glanced at you from where he sat, legs sprawled disgracefully over his gaming chair. "is that supposed to be a compliment?"

you rolled over to your stomach, facing him. "no i'm calling you out for being a pick me boy."

he frowned, throwing the nearest thing he could grab which happened to be a dirty sock lying around. shrieking, you threw your 2-inch thick textbook at him and called it quits.

he grabbed the edge of his bed frame to wheel himself closer to you. you strained to keep your head up looking at him otherwise you would end up face to face with his–

he gently grazed his knuckles over your cheek, his touch feathery light against your skin. "sometimes the smartest thing you could do is to play dumb."

terushima never would have thought that you would use his own advice against him; the way you played dumb against his advances. you pretended not to notice the yearning kisses he seared onto your skin. you played dumb to the way he'd flip you over and stare into your eyes with such intensity as he plowed deep inside you. he'd hold your hand in his, pausing to leave gentle loving kisses along your knuckles and wrist, your thighs and calves. you complained against him leaving hickeys higher and higher along your neck, like you didn't know his motives for it. you pretended not to notice how he'd find more and more reasons for you to stay over longer than you used to–"do you want to watch a movie?", "did you eat yet? we should order take out.", "you seem tired, wanna cuddle? or you could always stay the night if you want." you ignored how he touched you, soft and careful, even when you're doing mundane things and not at each other's throats in his bed. you laughed off the quiet compliments he'd give, staring at you with sincerity and vulnerability he swore he doesn't show to anyone else. you reasoned to yourself that when he kissed the parts of you you told him you hated, it was all a mere coincidence. you weren't dumb though. you were afraid. because there was always a reason why you had kept a safe distance from him in the first place.

you were afraid that acknowledging these things meant speaking it into existence–your feelings for him which you promised you wouldn't have before you both started fucking around.

"you're so beautiful," he mumbled in awe, more to himself than to anybody else.

you frowned at him as you popped your head out of his hoodie, your hair a disheveled mess, your lips swollen, eyes glazed over. there were dark circles under your eyes from trying and failing to cram the semester. your skin riddled with little red spots without makeup to buff them out. his clothes did close to nothing for your figure. and terushima thought you were beautiful.

"you're so beautiful," he repeated, louder this time.

tears brimmed your eyes for reasons you didn't understand yourself. his dazed smile was replaced with worry as he caught a glimpse of your distraught features.

"stop that."

"i mean it," he pleaded, trying to reach for you, to hold your hands and kiss it gingerly, to hold you in his arms and stroke your hair. but you didn't let him.

you quickly stood up, not meaning for the tears to fall down your cheeks. "stop it seriously is everything just a goddamn game to you!?" you started to gather your stuff in a panicked haze, but he was quick to jump off the bed and seize your trembling hands.

"no, of course not i mean it i really do i–"

he tried searching your eyes for some kind of sign but you refused to look at him, especially in this state.

"yuuji i know damn well that you know what you do to me," you sobbed, voice cracking and arms falling limp on your sides.

his fingers lifted up your chin, making you look up at him. you stubbornly avert your eyes until it eventually felt like he was burning a hole through you.

"well then let's stop whatever this is between us."

your lips trembled, but before another sob climbed its way up your throat, he added, "i don't want this. i want you. all of you. i like you so much sometimes it feels like your driving me crazy, fuck." he threw his head back, a bitter chuckle resounding from his throat.

"i'm scared, yuuji. i don't want to like you like this."

"well too bad because it sure seems you like me a lot." he sighed as you fell silent again, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

"i understand why you're scared. and we might have done things out of order, but i like you and i want to give us a try. if... if you let me, if that's what you want."

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strawberryama · 2 years

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Haikyuu Guys that Wouldnt Mind if Their Girlfriend Isnt Very Verbal in Bed

|| its literally one of my biggest insecurities so here we fuckin are

characters: atsumu, akaashi, terushima, kenma, ennoshita, shimada

minors dni 18+ barKBARKBARK

Pretty boy doesn’t mind at all. He in fact sees it as an advantage and, dually, a challenge. Atsumu can admittedly be a little shit. So he’ll drag you into not exactly the most appropriate places to have sex every now and then. And since you aren’t very verbal, you too typical can get by without getting caught. That is if Mr. Loud Mouth can also keep quiet. But sometimes, Atsumu will take your lack of verbal engagement as a challenge. He understands that maybe you just don’t work that way, or maybe its a trauma response, or maybe you dont like how you sound. If you talk about it with him, he will always be sweet and understanding. Buuuuttt that won’t stop him from pulling entirely out only to slam back in to hear that surprise gasp from you. He cherishes every breath caught in your throat, each whimper, and plea that he rips from you cause he knows that they’re rare. And god. The fact that they’re rare makes them even hotter to him. But if he cant get any noises from you that night, or day knowing him, that’s okay! He’ll make plenty of groans and grunts for both of you. And he’ll always smile and tell you how you did so good at the end.

This sarcastic sasshole is pretty quiet himself, so when its brought up, he simply says that he doesnt have much room to complain either. Besides Keiji doesnt need verbal clues to know you’re enjoying yourself. He’s got plenty other context clues. He never pushes you outta your comfort zone with the noises as he knows it may be a sensitive topic. When you make noise in bed, he just grins, eyes darkening. He won’t comment on it though. Akaashi wants to let you be the one to tell him how you’d like him to respond to it. If you din’t want it to even be acknowledged, then he is happy to act as if nothing happened. But…if you want praise or are okay with him commenting at the time, he’ll tease the hell out of you. Akaashi’ll call you a good girl and say things like “mmm…whats that? Speak up, princess.” or “hm? Oh, I see. It must feel really good if you’re moaning like that tonight.”

Terushima, my gremlin king. The cum bucket commander, himself. Contrary to popular belief, Yuuji is highly intrigued by a quiet partner. He’s so used to loud, sensitive partners that this change in pace has him reeling. He never even thinks to ask why you’re so quiet. He just is able to indulge each of his senses when fucking you. Yuuji is able to pick up the soft panting under you breath and relishes in it. Its so cute. Fuck loud moans and whining, Yuuji goes feral when his head is buried in your neck and you are softly panting, whimpering so softly, its barely even audible. Though when you do cry out finally for the first time, he genuinely is scared he’s hurt you and stops. And then you guys have to talk about it finally. He isnt going to judge. He even shyly admits to being horribly horny for those soft pants you make. “I’m not against you getting a lil louder by any means, but just know you drive me nuts already with what you do,” he’d tell you. And next time you squeak out, he’ll grin, chuckling “yeah? Tell me more about it, baby girl!”

Kenma! Finally. Some. Peace. And. Quiet. I’m kidding. But Kenma kinda prefers that you’re quiet. He can get a lil whiny himself and even he finds himself a bit embarrassed by the noises he makes. He understands 100% and never pries. In fact he’d soon ask if noises he makes turn you off or irritate you in bed! I think if you were to make some noise, Kenma’d go a little feral and moan over your own, getting turned on. Its so rare to hear you so loud and that was kinda hot. It was like a lil treat. Like when you’re grinding away in a game and you finally after hours of searching get a rare item. If you were to moan in his ear, he’d cum right there and then; of course, Kenma would be horribly embarrassed by this though. Even though it does turn him on a great deal, Kenma would respect you and never ask you to make noise cause he doesn’t want you to feel you have to fake it. He’s more than okay with lazily fucking into you for hours only to hear you squeal upon orgasming the fourth time that night.

Chikara, my beloved. He has no issue with you being on the quiet side. He may ask, but understands if you don’t want to or aren’t ready to share why. But, remember that Chikara is a pretty sadistic motherfucker. Similarly to Atsumu, he’ll see it kind of as a challenge. He doesn’t want to upset you but those squeaks and desperate whines when he’s denied your orgasm for the umpteenth time, are music to his ears. He can get pretty damn rough when he wants to. Chikara’ll pound into you without warning while he has you blindfolded just to hear you gasp loudly then whimper his name. He doesn’t do it all the time by any means though. The soft pants under your breath are more than enough for him most days. Chikara gets off in private when you two are unable to see each other, to the thought of your soft panting and your breath on his neck. Your legs shaking as his fingers curl into your sopping cunt, breath hitching quietly when he hits that spot. Chikara never thought of how hot the quieter things could be until he found himself in his room, cum dripping down his hand, the memories of your encounters on replay in his brain. Needless to say, you drive him nuts constantly, noise or not.

Shimada is such an angel. He’ll be concerned he’s doing a piss poor job at first but he picks up on little hints and clues a few times in. The way you clench around him, your nails biting at his skin. Shimada was doubting himself for a while but when you came around his cock, breath caught in your throat, back arched and thighs shaking, he knew he had to be doing something right. Shimada learned to trust more in your body language than any other indicator. And truthfully he’s not too loud or talkative in bed himself, so when he takes a step back, he can’t fault you really. Of course, he has flopped besides you before and asked if you liked it cause he couldn’t tell at first. When you apologized for being not too verbally enthusiastic, he was propping himself up and shushing you. Shimada’d tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and say that there’s nothing wrong with that at all. But do know that if you ever get a lil loud verbally, his ego skyrockets and his vigor is renewed instantly. Shimada will start pounding into you so deep and fast, leaving you breathless.

Rest of the Club Roster :

(mightve not been enough to write about them respectively like i could above) : Ushijima, Hinata, Oikawa, Aone, Koganegawa, Omimi, Akagi, Kai Nobuyuki, Udai, Alisa, Shirabu, Kuguri, Sakusa, Komori, Kita

#haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#atsumu x reader #atsumu miya #miya atsumu #akaashi keiji #terushima yuuji #terushima x reader #akaashi x reader #kozume kenma #kenma x reader #chikara x reader #chikara ennoshita #makoto shimada #shimada x reader #makoto shimada x reader #shimada makoto x reader

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saintobio · 3 years

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pov: he’s a player and you’re his favorite game. (2)

↳ iwaizumi hajime/reader

summary. where one hookup with Hajime Iwaizumi turned into many nights of casual sex—all is good until you started catching feelings and he wanted no strings to ever be attached.

genre. angst, smut, fwb, college au, 18+

cw. usage of alcohol/intoxication, profanity, reference to drugs, unprotected sex, explicit sexual content

notes. due to popular request, here’s part two! and merry christmas everyone :D [update: you can read the akaashi spinoff for part three here]

part one -> part two -> part three (spin-off)

Probably the most awaited and the most jam-packed party that you’ve ever been to was tonight at Delta Psi.

Now that finals week was over, word had spread around that the biggest party would be held at this frat house to celebrate the end of a long, tedious semester.

You’ve looked forward for tonight because you needed it badly. You needed to have fun and relax your mind without thinking about all the stupid things that stressed you out for the past few weeks.

Needless to say, Iwaizumi made up most of the stress you’ve had. You were already grateful that you two didn’t cross paths around the campus because you honestly didn’t want to see his face. You didn’t know what you’d say to him and you didn’t know how you’d react when you did see him. Honestly, you might actually end up punching his face.

He even had the audacity to call you, although just once, after that day where you saw him with his new girl but you blocked his number without hesitation. What did he even call you for? To apologize for bragging about taking your virginity to his friends? For toying with your feelings like the fuckboy he was? He could shove his apology up his fucking ass.

For the past two weeks, you’ve tried to block out the pain in your heart and urged yourself to forget about him. He didn’t deserve to be in your mind, let alone your heart.

You were in this party for yourself and you no longer cared about him.

The first thing you did as soon as you arrived the place was to drink and chat with some of your friends. It was, surprisingly, a breath of fresh air to not worry about whether a certain guy was coming tonight.

“Hey, bottoms up!” One of the frat guys approached you with a bottle of Jack Daniel’s on his hand. “Just five seconds.”

Your eyes widened in surprise and you quickly shook your head. “Oh, no—”

Erica laughed and encouraged you. “Come on, don’t be a pussy!”

You wished you could tell them that you hated whiskey but you were already surrounded by a bunch of people who all anticipated you to chug the alcohol.

“Drink! Drink! Drink!” they all cheered, leaving you without any other option.

Because of the peer pressure and because nothing was holding you back, you decided to take the challenge and opened your mouth so the guy could pour the liquor down to your throat.

“There you go!” you heard the guy say while you were gulping the hard liquor that ultimately stung your throat.

The cheers were loud even until the bottle was removed from your face and you were handed a lime to chew on. For fuck’s sake, you didn’t know how you managed to drink that much but you somehow felt a boost of confidence when your friends looked at you, impressed.

It was almost funny how you scrunched your face from the strong taste of the whiskey.

“You good?” Erica asked, rubbing your back in humor.

You gave her a thumbs up before taking out the lime from your mouth. “I fuckin’ swear that was more than five seconds!”

“That was kinda hot, though,” the guy commented, obviously shooting his shot at you. The first thing you noticed was his blond hair, slicked back in an undercut and the piercing on his tongue. Now that you paid attention to him, you realized that he actually looked freaking attractive. “I’m Yuuji, by the way.”

Oh, he was the Yuuji Terushima that girls from your Psych class once talked about. You didn’t hear his name as much as you did with he who shall not be named but this guy was just as popular, it seemed.

You shook the hand he offered. “Nice to meet you, I’m—”

“I know who you are,” he replied, grinning and running his slender fingers through his hair. “I heard about you from Iwa.”

...Nevermind.

You and Erica shared a look, probably thinking about the same thing.

“Really?” was all you could reply, feeling a little disappointed because if Yuuji heard about you from Iwaizumi then surely, they weren’t decent information.

Yuuji simply nodded, staring at you with great interest. “Hey, uh, do you wanna hangout and dance for awhile?”

You knew what was on his mind.

It was either ‘this girl is easy’ or ‘I can sleep with her tonight’ because this was the very same way Iwaizumi made his move on you when you first met. It actually wasn’t that difficult to read their intentions if you weren’t so stupidly attracted to Iwaizumi.

Pathetic. Why do all these lousy fuckboys act the same?

“Pass,” you gave him an answer, followed by a sorry (not sorry) smile.

Yuuji, clearly amused by the rejection, was about to respond and make a second appeal but not before he was interrupted by someone from behind you.

“Bro,” he greeted the guy as you turned around to see fucking Hajime Iwaizumi and his annoyingly handsome face.

Your heart raced along with your currently hazy mind—both the alcohol starting to kick in and the presence of this fuckboy making your pulse quickening faster than normal.

You didn’t greet Iwaizumi nor did he greet you and instead, you pretended to check the messages on your phone.

“What’s up?” Yuuji asked, casually exchanging fist-bumps with Iwaizumi.

Your eyes briefly found Erica’s, who was boldly finding the situation entertaining at the fact that you were acting as if the raven haired guy was a stranger.

“What’s up,” Iwaizumi told him before clearly glancing at you like you were a property he owned and Yuuji was a trespasser to his territory. “You with her?”

The way that question slipped off his lips clearly sounded like it wasn’t meant to be a question. It was him marking you as his and that Yuuji Terushima had no right to be acting too friendly with you.

Truth to tell, you were tired of Iwaizumi being an asshole.

“Oh,” the blond guy licked his lips in panic and looked at you. “She’s just—”

“Yeah, they came together,” Erica chimed in very tauntingly and it was obvious how she was trying to gauge a possible violent reaction from your ‘love interest’. It was a bit funny, how she didn’t even spare Iwaizumi a glance before she moved around and turned to you. “I’m gonna find Sam and get the molly he promised me. I’ll be back. Go and have fun with Yuuji.”

Just like that, she left you alone in an awkward situation with these two guys. You had no idea how you were going to deny the fact that you and Yuuji didn’t really come together to the party because as you looked at Iwaizumi, he was noticeably pissed. He couldn’t deny it even if he tried because it was evidently shown from his tight jaws and his sharp gaze. Back then, you used to find this hot, but now you no longer cared. Or at least tried to.

Maybe Erica was a goddamn genius after all. Like, how else would you feel satisfied if not to make Iwaizumi get a taste of his own medicine?

“Actually, you know what,” you said, head whipping over to Yuuji with a flirty smile that was once only directed to Hajime. “Let’s dance and have fun.”

Fine, it was petty and childish.

But honestly, this wasn’t even as much of a payback as Iwaizumi deserved.

You knew that he was somewhere in that place burning holes through your head as you grinded against this blond dude while Rock Yo Hips was playing on the background.

Were you drunk? No. Tipsy, hell yes. You were still aware of what you were doing and you were letting Yuuji grab hold of your hips close to his crotch as you very sexily got down and back up.

“Iwa’s gonna kill me,” Yuuji whispered, his breath tickling your ear, with a smirk displayed across his lips. “But you’re so hot.”

You decided to wink at him, moving his hands to your waist while you danced. “Fuck him.”

Yes, fuck Hajime Iwaizumi and his stupid games.

Besides, he didn’t own you. Wasn’t he the one saying it straight to your face that he’d never like you other than for his own satisfaction?

He better fucking stick to his word.

After a few more minutes of dancing to the loud, booming music, you and Yuuji ended up being dragged to join the ‘upstairs gang’ to play a couple rounds of Never Have I Ever.

Ironically, Iwaizumi was there with Connor and a few other people you didn’t really recognize. You were relieved that the social butterfly Erica was also in the group to join the game. There were about 8 of you in that circle with you, Iwaizumi, Connor, Erica, Yuuji, a girl, and two more boys that were probably their friends.

“And there they are!” the other girl said, who had jet black hair with a red balayage looking like the prettiest e-girl you’ve seen in the campus. She seemed close to the guys and you heard that her name was Jessica based from what Connor called her as. “Hey, Terushima! It’s too early to try and get laid. Give the poor girl some space.”

You noticed the muscles on Iwaizumi’s forearm constricting as he restrained whatever anger he was keeping inside and yet, he was doing pretty decent at pretending that he didn’t give a damn.

Yuuji grinned and pulled you into his lap seeing as there wasn’t much space on the couch. The blond boy’s actions caused you to omit a small chuckle before you sneaked a quick look at Iwaizumi to see him drinking from his red cup with a stern face.

Funny, how absolutely funny, that he had the audacity to act like this.

You didn’t want to use Yuuji and you really did feel bad that you had to utilize the guy for your childlike revenge, but the fact that it was working and that it was making Iwaizumi jealous only made you want to do it more.

Erica cleared her throat and cut the awkwardness was in the air. “Okay, motherfuckers! Let’s start this. Never have I ever...” she paused, glancing at each of you. “had sex in public.”

Almost everyone drank from their cup except for that one guy you didn’t recognize.

You? You barely recalled it but you did have a quickie with Iwaizumi one time at the back of the library. Just imagine how crazy it was that you had to silent your moans so you two wouldn’t get caught.

For the next round, the person assigned to ask was Connor, “Never have I ever sucked someone else’s dick.”

The guys all laughed because obviously only the girls would have to take the shot. Unless.

Anyhow, you were feeling a tad bit confident from the alcohol so you managed to look at Iwaizumi, “Don’t you suck dick?”

His smile faded into a scoff. “No, but you love sucking mine.”

The ooh’s from the guys could be heard all over the place and it silenced both you and Iwa, allowing for a staring contest to follow soon after. You would have continued glaring at him until you felt Yuuji’s hand snaking on your thigh to distract you.

“Okay, my turn,” Jessica spoke to cut the growing tension. “Never have I ever gotten my nudes leaked.”

Nobody drank, but all the guys glanced at you.

And, for some reason, your heart started thumping loud. You were nervous. Why were they looking at you like they knew something?

Has Iwaizumi ever leaked your nudes before?

You didn’t take the shot because you obviously have no fucking idea, but it made you extremely antsy inside. You weren’t dumb—you were aware that the guy has many nude photos of yours, perhaps even a video.

“You guys better watch it if you leak a girl’s nudes,” Erica playfully warned and you knew exactly who she was pertaining to. “Your dick pics will be on the internet.”

Yuuji then released a guttural cackle. “Damn. She a bad one.”

The perks of having a friend like Erica was that she always has your back no matter the circumstance. Her strong personality would make you feel reassured that no one could really mess with you because they’d have to face her first.

Unfortunately, Iwaizumi was the only person that didn’t seem fazed by it.

As the night continued and more bottles of liquor were consumed, almost half of you were already intoxicated—with some who impressively could still handle the alcohol in their system, while some were already flat out drunk.

You were in between being drunk and sober, despite beginning to see a kaleidoscope of colors whenever you closed your eyes. When you do close your eyes, the bass would drop louder in your ears as if you had earphones on.

“I-I’m gonna go to the restroom,” you excused, stumbling when you got up from a drunk Yuuji’s lap to walk towards the restroom.

First of all, you should have known.

You should’ve freaking known that Iwaizumi was going to follow you around and would even be the one to drag you inside one of the restrooms, pushing you in, and locking the door.

“What the hell?!” You went towards the door but he blocked your way. “Let me out, you psycho.”

He strictly kept a straight, unwavering face that was determined to keep you from going anywhere out of his sight—this was a stare that told you not to push his buttons even if he didn’t voice it out, “We need to talk.”

Seriously. He could call you crazy right now but that was hilarious. “You should’ve done that weeks ago. We have nothing to talk about!”

“Are you trying to get back at me?” he questioned in frustration. “Is that it? Is that why you’re throwing yourself to every guy you see?”

Although you felt small under his stare, you gathered all the courage you have to make him know that you weren’t backing down. “You have some guts, Hajime! Why are you getting mad at me for hanging out with other guys when you’re the one dating other girls? Where’s your pretty little girlfriend, huh? Why didn’t you bring her here tonight?”

“She isn’t the type to party,” was his short but direct answer.

There was another meaning to his words and it was to say that his new girl wasn’t a girl like you—that his new girl wasn’t a regular college tramp that he just wanted to play with.

“Whatever,” you spat. “I don’t fucking care. Don’t ever think I still give a shit about you.”

Iwaizumi refused to let you go. “Yeah, you still do.”

Was he actually insane? This push and pull wasn’t fun at all. “You’re so... Are you kidding me? Weren’t you saying you don’t like me when you’re sober and that I’m nothing but a clingy, obsessive whore?” You scornfully laughed. “Just to make it clear, you’re easily replaceable.”

You pushed him by the chest but he gripped your arms and backed you against the wall. Your back was pressed flat on the tiled wall as he had you pinned, sandwiched, between his warm body and the cold tiles.

“You can’t replace me,” he said through gritted teeth, eyeing you down like a predator looking at his prey. “Even if I’m an asshole, you’ll always come back to me.”

Laughable. “I see how it is. You say you don’t like me but still want me around while you’re dating someone else like the bastard you are. You want me to continue being your late night booty call when you’re—”

You couldn’t finish the sentence as he hushed you with a kiss. A rough, harsh kiss. A kiss where he was breathing you in, savoring the taste of your lips, and leaving you craving for more.

“I... want you,” he said in between kisses, holding your wrists tight. “I don’t have to explain anything else. Just... be around me until I figure this shit out.”

You moved your face away when he leaned in for another kiss. “I deserve more than that, Hajime.”

“I know.” His fingers made their way on your jaw, forcing you to look at his passionate, expressive eyes. “I fucking know.”

You deserved more than to wait around for him to sort his feelings out because you could no longer bear the treatment he was giving you. In the first place, he never really treated you right. If he could go behind his girlfriend’s back and cheat on her like this, what’s stopping him from doing the exact same to you? Perhaps even more.

The fact that he knew what you deserved and he knew he was hurting you made this whole ordeal even more painful. It wasn’t the alcohol making you emotional, it was the sole pain of loving a guy like him.

“I hate you,” you muttered, eyes starting to water as you stared at him. “You’re toxic and you make me feel like shit.”

He raised your chin up and gave you soft peck. “Don’t say that, baby.”

Stop. Stop. He needed to stop messing with you!

“Iwa, let me go,” you hissed. “I don’t wanna play your games anymore.”

His chest heaved up and down heavily. “Just this once. Just one more night,” he bargained. “One more night and you can have the closure you want.”

That was the most ridiculous offer you’ve ever received. One more night for what? Of meaningless sex that he would easily forget the next morning?

“Please, baby,” he begged, fluttering kisses on your neck.

His offer was crazy to even think about.

But what was even crazier was the fact you actually considered it, too.

You thought, what if it was actually a good idea? Just one more night before you finally end this hurtful setup. Just one more night for you to resolve your anger, frustration, and feelings for him.

In this crazy game he played, you knew you lost this round. Again.

You could never win it even if you tried.

You’ve already fallen into his trap way too deep that it was impossible to find an escape from it. The most important part about being in a non-committed relationship was that there were rules you should never break. One of the many was to set some boundaries, the other was to never catch feelings.

You broke both rules.

A loud moan escaped your lips as soon as Iwaizumi took out the finger that he had inside of you for the last few minutes.

Unknown to him, your mind was running somewhere else while you stared at the grey ceiling of his room.

“Baby,” he called for your attention, shifting beside you and urging you to straddle him. “C’mere.”

You obliged and crawled up to sit on top of him. His swollen tip was one inch away from your wet core, ready and desperate to be fucked endlessly.

With his back resting on the headboard, he gripped your hips and slowly sat you on his dick.

The both of you moaned harmoniously at the first thrust because his cock filled you in so perfectly like it was made for him and him alone.

“...So tight,” he growled, hands palming your breasts just when you started moving.

You rocked your hips and met his thrusts with your own movements. He rarely had sex with you in a position where he could see your face so this was—

“Haji—!” you screamed as he jolted his hips to hit your most pleasurable spot.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, pacing faster until you could hear his skin slapping against yours. “I can fuck you every single day.”

You fell limp on top of him, holding onto his shoulders for support while he kept you in place by gripping your ass. He moved in and out of you, his cock stretching your tight pussy, and surprisingly kissed you while doing so.

With your tits pressed against his chest, your moans were restrained when he feasted on the taste of your lips. It seemed that the act of you moaning into his mouth was turning him on because now, he started fucking your brains out.

“Look at my eyes,” he ordered, pulling your hair and looking at the expression on your face. “Don’t think about anything else when I’m inside you.”

“I—I’m... not!” you whimpered at the pleasuring force that his body was giving you.

He smirked, watching you completely disintegrate above him. “Good girl. You’re so good to me,” he praised, kissing you gently. “You’re so beautiful, baby.”

Lies.

But you let his words woo you because both of you weren’t in a completely sober state.

You bounced up and down his shaft, catching up to his pace while his hands kneaded your bust. And in a swift motion, he shifted your position until he was on top of you.

“You like this position, right?” he asked, spreading your legs further so he could press his chest against you. It started with one hard thrust that became slow, careful strokes. “Good?”

You nodded, pulling him for a hug and becoming satisfied at the newfound pleasure.

For the first time through your many sexcapades, Iwaizumi was actually soft and affectionate tonight. His lips were on your neck, trailing kisses and leaving marks on your skin that would become dark bruises in the morning.

“Iwa,” you couldn’t help but moan his name and dig your nails on his back.

Seemingly loving your reaction, he placed his lips above yours and started kissing you just as your lower bodies were moving on their own.

This was weird. So weird.

Was he trying to make love to you?

“Ah, fuck I’m close...” he grunted, pulling away from your lips to whisper on your ear. “Baby, are you still on the pill?”

You bit your lip at the feeling of your walls tightening around his cock. “Y-Yeah.”

“Can I cum inside?” he asked while fondly looking at your eyes.

You nodded because he’d never done it before and you wanted to know what it was like. “Please, daddy.”

At the sound of that last word falling out of your lips, Iwaizumi started thrusting into you at a speed that left you crying under him.

Your loud moans were echoing throughout the four walls of his dormitory as he chased his high.

And very beautifully, you came almost just at the same time as him. Your legs quivered at the feeling of his warm seed coating your walls.

The first thing he anticipated after he pulled out was the gush of white liquid that oozed from the pussy he just destroyed.

You tried to catch your breath while you laid in his bed.

“You prick,” you muttered in a breathy voice.

He let out an adorable chuckle before scooting closer to spoon you in his arms. “That was amazing.”

Your face remained emotionless. “You know what we are, right?” you inquired, returning the exact same question he asked you a few days ago.

“Doesn’t matter as long as we keep doing this,” he answered bluntly, caging you around his muscular arms. “As long as you keep running back to me.”

He was such a fucking jackass. Truly.

Knowing that he was messing around with your feelings and cheating on his girlfriend at the same time—only Iwaizumi could be bold enough to think that this could work.

That you could become his sidechick.

Too bad for him, you could no longer settle for less.

You didn’t get much sleep because you spent all night thinking of the night you just shared with Iwaizumi.

How could he sleep so peacefully knowing that he was wrecking someone’s heart?

It was hard to deny that you loved the guy but you weren’t stupid to keep letting him do what he wanted because exhibit one, when he stirred from his sleep in the middle of the night, he was calling for someone else’s name:

“Lis...” You remembered him saying it in his sleep while he hugged you tight. “Alisa.”

Exhibit two, you saw the flood of messages from their groupchat because his dumbass forgot that you knew the passcode to his phone:

Zach: Iwa, did you sleep with her bro?

Cole: Think he did lol dude’s not replying

Zach: No cap, he won the bet

Yuuji: If I didn’t blackout from the fucking whiskey he would’ve lost the bet man. His chick’s easy as hell

You were tired of this.

You were sick of being toyed around, being labeled as the campus slut just because you were giving yourself to the wrong guy—the same guy that you had feelings for, the same guy who betrayed you.

He, not only stepped on your pride, but also made a complete fool out of you, crushed your heart like it didn’t matter and treated you like a dumb whore.

Iwaizumi was a good player and you were his favorite game.

You were stupid enough to let him trick you again even after telling yourself that you already learned your lesson.

No, because yet again, you had to be slapped by the hardcore reality that Hajime Iwaizumi was a lowlife fuckboy who would never treat you like you deserved.

However, he was right for one thing.

This was the closure you needed.

You didn’t even hear a single apology from him throughout the night, so you shouldn’t expect that this guy would change at all.

Even if he changed his ways and became a better man, it wouldn’t happen overnight and you certainly wouldn’t stay and wait for that to ever happen.

He was a lost cause.

That morning, when you got out of his bed to leave, he had the audacity to hold your wrist and beg for you to “stay.”

“I’m done with you for real,” you coldly replied, snatching your hand back. “Good luck explaining to your girlfriend why you cheated, you fucking asshole.”

It felt good to slam the door on his face.

But it felt awful to be running out of his dormitory looking like a GTA prostitute. At least, those hookers in the videogame had no real feelings to worry about.

You, on the other hand, were tearing up as you walked your way back to your residence hall. Thankfully, it being 6 in the morning, hardly any students were awake on a Saturday morning to see you walking around as a crying mess.

You already knew the lectures you would be hearing from Erica once she sees you and you weren’t in the mood for it.

Right now you were just hurt at everything—at Iwa, at this situation, at your stupidity and all the hurtful things that the guy has done to you.

“Excuse me, do you know where this place is?”

You turned towards the owner of the voice to see a guy with dark-framed glasses and tousled black hair looking at you with an innocent stare. In a brief second, he noticed the expression on your face when you attempted to wipe your eyes, and he was quick enough to apologize.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to—um, are you okay?” he asked.

You nodded once and pointed to the area he was looking for. “Walk straight and turn left,” you guided. “You’ll find that residence hall there.”

He gave a brief smile. “Thanks.”

“No prob,” you replied, throat hoarse and eyes sore. This guy was probably disgusted at how horrid you looked right now but you didn’t care.

You turned back to leave but he spoke again, stopping you from your tracks.

“Um, hey. I’m Keiji, by the way. Some people call me Akaashi,” he said, offering a hand. “I don’t know what you’re sad about but maybe we can go grab some coffee and turn that sad face into a smile next time?”

Oh no, not another fuckboy.

However, the difference was this guy had the decency to actually ask you out nicely. Other than the kind smile on his face, he seemed to genuinely be interested in you and didn’t seem like the type to sleep around.

Besides, you didn’t meet him at a party like Iwaizumi did.

God, even thinking about Hajime was squeezing your heart out. He ruined you enough to have trust issues with any guy you meet.

But then you had to remember, none of these guys would actually get to play with your heart if you knew how to play it better.

From this day forward, Hajime should no longer exist in your life. You have to avoid him at all costs and ghost him if you should. It was only a matter of time until he becomes miserable on his own and it would start today.

“Nice to meet you Keiji,” you said with an appreciative smile, shaking his hand. “I would love to grab some coffee with you next time.”

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kaes-wonderland · 2 years

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❝ 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚃𝚎𝚜𝚝 ¡ ! ❞

↳Haikyuu Version

❥Warnings: [n/a]

❥Synopsis: You putting your hand out in front of these boys and see what they do.

❥Published: December 12, 2021

❥Kae’s Notes: I watched a few TikToks like this, so I wanted to write scenarios for the haikyuu boys! I’m probably gonna make a BNHA version too (If I forget any, comment them and I’ll add them!) See my navi. Enjoy♡︎

The baby would see your hand in front of them and give you a small head tilt and chuckle softly. They would interlock your fingers together and hold both of your hands while swaying them softly. Eventually giving into kissing your forehead. At least you got some kind of kiss.

ennoshita, aone, lev, kinoshita, koganegawa, reon, kai, kita, aran

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Knows what’s up, but gets super flustered. Most likely to kiss your wrist or the back of your hand then turn their head away while continuing to hold your hand. They would mutter sweet things to you, or grumbled “I can’t believe you would do this to me…” You are royalty and need to be treated like it.

asahi, yamaguchi, yaku, hinata, goshki, kindaichi, sakusa

❤︎

The gentleman is here, don’t worry. He would give you a weird look before getting the hint after a bit. "Ohh…" would escape their lips as they gently take your hand and place little kissing on your knuckles, looking up to wink at you

daichi, sugawara, akaashi, semi, iwaizumi, futakuchi, yahaba, osamu

❤︎

Would be hella confused, looking into your eyes with a serious face, either trying to get a hint, questioning you inwardly, or just doesn’t get the hint. He would squeeze your hand then lightly patting your back. They just don’t get it…or their choosing to not get it

makki, tsukishima, ushijima, shirabu, kunimi, kenma, kageyama, narita, suna

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Would smile like an idiot. They take your hand, you having faith in your partner, but them just pulling you up and engulfing you into a tight hug. They would whisper complements in your ear and tell you how adorable you looked when asking for a hug. Pepper kisses all over your face. If they only knew…

bokuto, shibayama, noya, fukunaga, inuoka, yamamoto, atsumu

❤︎

Then you have these idiots who would pull you up and spin you around like if you too were dancing, but pull you close after to explode their kisses onto your neck and jaw. Don’t forget about the little nibbles and the cheeky grin/smirk on their lips when they pull away.

tendō, oikawa, kyōtani, matsukawa, tanaka, kuroo, terushima

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ushisrever · 2 years

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If I Love you Now

Pair: Terushima Yuuji x Chubby fm!reader (ft. Kuroo Tetsuro)

Genre: hurt/comfort

Content: very suggestive, arranged marriage

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: You can’t seem to find the happiness that your husband from an arranged marriage is willing to give you. You just find yourself obligated to accept what your husband is willing to give. However, what happens when someone from the past gives you a happiness that you have never ever felt before?

A/n: This is for @lovemeian’s heartsick collab. It is supposed to be a one shot, but oh well...I got too carried away HAHAHAH. Also, I’ve honestly been wanting to write a piece with a chubby reader. So, this piece is kind of like a self-insert (‘cause I'm also a chubby person myself). Hope this goes well lol. Hope you guys like it. This will mostly be a 3 or 4 part series.

Taglist: @sunarent @sunarinnie @the-japanese-wagtail @crystal-lilac @kexjispencil @amarinthe @moontxz @kenmakozumeswifey @ice-icebaby

PART 1 - PART 2 - - PART 2.5 - PART 3 - PART 4

What does romantic love feel like? It's such a cliche question, but you really wonder that. What does it really feel like? Is it always a butterfly in your stomach? Is it like the movies where you just feel warm looking at this person? Is it having more intimacy? You really don't know. You don't know even if you're married to a man who says he loves you.

Perhaps, you're really feeling this romantic love. You just haven't figured it out exactly. You knew then that these might all have been easy if these important relationships with other people aren't just simply given to you. A marriage which is supposed to be a tying of a knot between two people in love is instead a marriage of convenience between two parties. An arranged marriage as you say.

However, it wasn't a living hell as some novels would always depict it to be. It was...fine. Perhaps, that's because you were paired with a man who has fallen for you. As so he said. Though, you seem to believe his words as he shows this through actions.

"Good morning, sweetheart," he'll say as he always wraps his arms around your middle as you cook some French toast.

"Good morning, Kuroo," you chuckle.

He groans and kisses your bare shoulder. "What happened to sweetheart or baby? I thought we agreed on it," he asked.

You chuckle. "Ah, right. Sorry...sweetheart," You don't admit it but letting those words slip from lips feels...weird. You knew those words are a way for you to show your affection for him, but...sometimes it just doesn't sit right. However, it also feels wrong to not show even that simplest affection to a man who cherishes you like a precious gem.

"I hope I wasn't too...you know..from last night?" He kisses your bare shoulder once more.

You blush at the sudden question. You just shake your head as a no instead of saying a word from it.

"You're still a shy little lamb, sweetheart?" He chuckles.

You in turn chuckle. You finally turn off the stove, put the French toast on a plate then turn to face him.

"You sound like a lovesick, Kuroo," you said with a chuckle. "I...I don't get it,"

Kuroo frowns a bit. "What do you mean you don't get it? Can't I be a lovesick towards my loving wife?"

He leans at the counter from behind him and pulls you to him.

"It's just that-" you couldn't finish the sentence. You sure want to comment something about your body, but it's been so many times you've told him that and a part of you felt like it's already a topic he is sick of hearing. Though, it's a topic or insecurity you can't seem to shrug off. Whenever you look at yourself in the mirror, you see the curves in the wrong places. You look at the stretch marks. You look from a sideview and find yourself out from the usual or accepted body shape. Though, knowing you, he already knows what it is.

"You are beautiful in your own way," he says as he always says whenever the topic arises.

He cups your cheeks making you look at him. You don't answer anymore to his replies when such a topic is on the table again. You believe him. You truly do. It's just that...it never goes away. However, after these topics, it usually goes to a scene that feels like a routine to you. A loving gesture routine...but a routine either way.

As that familiar silence sinks in and Kuroo's eyes bask in your beauty, he then leans forward crashing his lips to yours. It's heart fluttering. It's very sweet especially when he then tries his best to show you in a less or more intimate way that you are beautiful. However...even with these loving gestures...you can't help but ask.

What does romantic love feel like? You honestly feel like an asshole thinking of this as your husband showers you with his own affection. However, you sure do adore your husband, but you can't help shrug off the feeling of whether your little affection towards your husband is what you call love. You just feel like something is missing. However, you do not want that to be the reason to stop any forms of gestures towards your husband.

You make sure to love him. After all...he's your husband. Though, why does that statement feel like it's squeezing you to a place you don’t see your happiness residing in?

And better yet...becomes more suffocating as someone from the past just reels back in front of you like an elastic band pulled and let go of. A someone you never ever wanted to meet at all anymore, yet here he is standing a few steps away from you with a big shining smile on his face in a hotel lobby of a beach resort.

Out of all the things that your husband could think of, he decides to throw some kind of reunion or a get together among volleyball teams who played against each other. A simple vacation for the volleyball players (then and still now) to enjoy. You didn't even know that Kuroo is close friends with this man.

"Sweetheart, this is Terushima Yuuji. You two went to the same high school right? You probably know him," Kuroo wraps his arm to your waist and pulls you to his side with a smile.

You look towards the man he's referring to. A smile pulls on Yuuji's face as his eyes land on you. You try to mirror the same expression.

"Uh, yes...we knew each other in high school," you tell Kuroo.

"It's been a long time," Yuuji smiled. It sure is. You thought. Though, you disregard the idea that Yuuji...was once the person who wraps his arms around your waist.

Yuuji's smile is sweet and friendly, as you noticed. You want it to stay that way. You have a loving husband and you are...content with that.

"That's great!" Kuroo looks at Yuuji. "Oh, Yuuji, you mentioned that you're a freelance painter now, right?" He added.

"Artist. I work in different mediums," Yuuji proudly smiles.

Your eyes lit in interest at that. Kuroo notices the shift in your expression and he just smiles. He knows well that you have the passion for painting and art in general. He is even willing to just buy you all the art pieces you lay your eyes on. However, you always stop him from doing so.

"My wife here is very interested in art pieces. Perhaps, she could see some of your works?"

Yuuji glances back at you as if giving you a knowing look. Yuuji of course knows that. Before the conversation moves forward, Kuroo's phone ringsm leaving you and Yuuji alone for a moment.

Silence settles in for a moment before Yuuji lets out an awkward chuckle. You then notice that familiar look on his face. A look that tells that he knows you. Very much knows you. It's as if a lingering deeper familiarity floats in the air.

"So...you're married,huh," he says with a smile masking again his real emotion.

"Yup. Married," you said trying to mirror his smile.

When he notices your slight awkwardness on your face, he tones down the jolly energy. The façade fades once more.

"Too bad we didn't reach our bet," he said with another chuckle.

"Hm?" You raised your eyebrows.

"You know...the thing we had? If none is married when we're 30, we'll get married,"

Right, that. You did remember that. It was a loving...yet silly deal you two made. Silly in a way you two just jokingly agreed on it, but deep inside you (and him as well)...it was a deal you both took seriously.

Though...it was a silly bet...why do you feel disappointed now that you already have a ring that binds you with someone else?

You love your husband. That...shouldn't change.

Yet...as you look at the man who was like an engraving from your past, you remember those exact words you both said to each other.

"Will you love me now?" He asked.

"Will it make us happy?" You replied.

NIA’S MASTERLIST

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haikyuu-appreciation-club · 3 years

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•When You Fall Asleep On Them w/ Oikawa, Kenma, Atsumu, Terushima, and Tendou•

warnings: a few curse words

genre: fluff

characters: oikawa, kenma, atsumu, terushima, + tendou

•Oikawa•

your exhaustion was clear on your face as you slumped down against the wall of the gym, settiling your tired body on the floor

you loved the seijoh boys to death but they really wore you out sometimes

to be fair, they weren’t so bad most days you guys had practice

but every so often they had you so drained by the end of the day you could barely keep your eyes open, like today for example

“Y/N-chan!”

you recognized the sweet voice meeting your ears but to acknowledge it would require energy you just didn’t have

oikawa slid down beside you, hair still damp after rinsing off his post practice sweat

he knew how exhausting everyone could be and honestly he was surprise that you hadn’t quit the position, but he was glad you decided to stick around for so long

an arm snaked its way around your shoulder before giving your arm a few gentle rubs,

“I think everyone worked really hard today, don’t you?”

to tired to respond, you opted for a simple nod before leaning your head on oikawa’s shoulder

he was suprised at first, not really used to this side of you, but a smile found it’s way onto his face as he felt your warmth slowly take over him

eventually, your breaths slow to a steady rhythm, signaling to oikawa that you finally stopped trying to fight the exhaustion that had plagued you

he maneuvered your figure so that you were lying in his lap, eyes fluttering ever so slightly as you subconsciously allowed yourself to adjust to the lighting change

affection was the only thing written on the boy’s face as he watched soft breaths flow in and out of your parted lips

a few moments later, the rest of the team started filing out of the gym, confusion quickly filling the air as oikawa smiled down at your sleeping form

iwaizumi seemed the most agitated with this development,

“What the hell did you do to them, shitty-kawa?”

“Hm? Me? I didn’t do anything at all. If you wanna put the blame on someone it should be on all of you, poor y/n-chan has to deal with so much.”

“Cut the crap, they have to deal with your sorry ass the most.”

a light laugh escaped his lips before he peered down at you once more, brushing stray hairs away from your forehead

“I guess you’re right, in that case i’ll lock up and walk them home when they wake up. I wanna let them rest a little while longer.”

iwaizumi sighed and reluctantly threw him the keys to the gym before leaving with the rest of the team

as soon as the door to the gym was shut, oikawa took a quick glance around to make sure there was no one remaining before leaning down to place a soft kiss on your forehead

he knew that tomorrow he would never hear the end of this, but in that moment he couldn’t care less, he was happy just being there with you

•Kenma•

you loved spending saturdays playing video games with kenma, it was your favorite activity to do after such a long and stressful week

even so, by the end of the week you were drained, and sometimes you got sleepy

especially when kenma began playing a more lowkey game and his sighs of frustration and mumbled strings of curses became absent

silence tended to fall over the room when that was the case, causing your brain to shut down faster then you wanted it to

you sat next to kenma and peered over at his switch, watching with lidded eyes as his character moved about the screen

the colors began to swirl together as you were dragged deeper into sleep

kenma was too focused on the task at hand to notice your sleepy state, let alone the way your head fell ever so gently on his shoulder

after a while he returned his character home and paused the game, handing the switch to you,

“Here Y/N, it’s your turn.”

still feeling the device heavy in his hands he peered down at your sleeping figure, just now realizing why the atmosphere seemed quieter then usual

he froze and a soft blush crept on his face before he set the switch aside

you had fallen asleep on these days before but never so close to him and now he had no idea what to do

he didnt want you to be uncomfortable but he also didnt want to risk waking you up and ruining your much needed sleep

eventually his body moved for him as he crossed one leg under the other and gently moved you so that you were lying down on his thigh

he scrolled through his phone while you slept, mindlessly running his fingers through your hair as his eyes danced along his screen

he knew when you woke there would be a string of apologize falling out of your mouth but he didn’t mind the soft snores that escaped your lips

besides, the two of you had the rest of your lives to play video games together

all he cared about in that moment was that you were taken care of

•Atsumu•

you and atsumu had ate lunch on the roof every friday since the two of you had become friends in middle school

it was a long standing tradition, one that the two of never missed no matter the circumstances

it was peacful, no one else but your friends ever knew so the two of you were never bothered

and it was always a nice way to relax and enjoy each other’s company without having to worry about the twin’s fighting, kita lecturing you about table manners, or suna just being a plain instigator

the two of you typically spent the period laughing and conversing but that particular friday, you lacked the energy to even keep your eyes open, let alone act so lively

your exhaustion was plain to see and definitely gave atsumu some room to poke fun at you,

“Sleepy, aren’t we Y/N? I mean, I can see your under eye bags from here.”

you angrily mumbled something under your breath at the statement before rubbing your eyes in attempt to wake yourself up more

atsumu ruffled your hair and laughed at your antics, throwing a few more snarky comments at you

he returned to his lunch soon enough, continuing the story he was previously retelling before you could throw a fit from your lack of sleep

as he was reaching the end of his tale, he felt his legs being tugged at, jumping a bit at first before he realized your hand was the one attached to his ankle

“Whatcha doin there Y/N?”

you ignored his question, choosing to pull his legs until they were lying straight and settling yourself down to lie in his lap instead

“Tsumu, wake me up before we have to get to class, please.”

as you began to slip out of consciousnesses, atsumu felt his eyes begin to water

if anyone else saw him, they would’ve made fun of him but he couldn’t help himself, he felt so happy that you trusted him enough to be this vulnerable around him

he knew he could be a pain in the ass sometimes but he never felt like a bother when he was around you, you loved him for who he was

it was a miracle you had remained friends with him for so long but as long as you did, he would do his best to make sure that pretty smile always returned to your face

before he could wake you up with his cries, he cleared his throat and began to softly rub your back and he stared out among the trees,

“No problem Y/N, you can count on me.”

•Terushima•

you had practically got on your hands and knees and begged terushima to help you study for your upcoming exam

he was one of the smartest people you knew and with how awful you were with the subject the test was on, it would’ve be a crime not to ask him for help

luckily for you, when you timidly asked for his help, he agreed to take some time out of his day to tutor you this week

which is why you felt awful once your thoughts beginning to haze and your eyes began to grow heavy

you couldn't even pay attention to the anxiety that had previously been gnawing away at you, let alone whatever the hell terushima was going on about

in your defense, school was absolutely exhausting today and you didn’t expect yourself to be this out of it by the time you arrived at terushima’s house

he noticed your fatigue right away, he way your head swayed back and forth as if you were in a daze was hard to miss

his first instinct was to laugh at how adorable you were but he chose to take a more gentle approach to the situation,

“You alright there, baby? We can take a break if you need one.”

you shook your head and gripped your pencil tighter, trying your best to copy down notes without falling face first into your text book

he smirked and playfully rolled his eyes before sliding more notes in your direction,

“Suit yourself.”

not even ten minutes after you expressed your determination to the boy, terushima felt a weight fall onto his shoulder

he let out a chuckle at your unconscious state, knowing that this was soon to come

he wrapping an arm around your shoulder and carefully pulled you down onto the bedroom floor with him, comfortably repositioning you

in this new position, your head was on his chest, one of his arms wrapped around your torso while the other sat comfortably behind his head

“If you were tired, you could have just told me.”

although he knew you could hear him, the words left his mouth in a whisper before pulling you close and closing his own eyes

in all honesty, he didn’t mind this series of events, just happy to have you here with him

and besides, this gave him an excuse to schedule another study date

•Tendou•

carnivals and fairs came to your town quite often and every time they did, tendou loved to bring you along

the two of you had loved to go ever since you were little kids so the memories it brought back was enough of a reason to blow your money on tickets and food

it was a chance of the two of you to forget about any worry or zees and just let yourself be kids again

and to tendou, it was always worth seeing the smile on your face as you glanced around at the scenery, eyes gleaming under the flashing lights

as much fun as they were, he knew how much they tired you out

every time the two of you ran off to one, he always ended up taking you inside at the end of the night and helping you through your nightly routine, but he didn’t mind this in the slightest

he was happy to help and besides, you were the clingiest when you were on the brink of sleep, which he found absolutely adorable

“Y/N, did you have fun tonight, hm?”

he took a glimpse of you in the passenger seat before returning his eyes to the rode ahead, one hand on the steering wheel and the other settled comfortably on your leg

mind clouded with sleep, you took the hand that sat on your knee and held it in yours, examining the polish you had painted on them earlier that week through blurry vision,

“Mhm.”

tendou took another glance at you before grinning at your tired state,

“I’m glad, i had lots of fun too! We’ll have to bring Ushiwaka next time, he’s never been to one of those-“

before he could finish his sentence, he felt his hand being hugged to your chest

turning his head to the side once more, he realized you had curled up on the passenger seat and were now fast asleep, cuddling his arm as if it was a stuffed animal

a laugh escaped his lips at how quick you were to drift off to your dream land

as his eyes focused on the dimly lit pavement, he admired how sweet your display of affection was, feeling your love spread throughout his entire body

he slowed his speed, careful not to hit any bumps or holes on the way home in fear of waking you

once the two of you got to his house, he gently carried picked you up and carried you inside, setting you on his bed as soon as he stepped though the door

before he could grab a blanket and head to the couch, your arms found their way around his torso as you buried your face into his chest before drifting back into your deep sleep

a smile spread across his face before placed a kiss on the top of your head and carefully lying down next to you, allowing himself to close his eyes and enjoy this moment with you

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Terushima Yūji x Reader (Haikyuu!!)

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TW: dub/noncon (noncon filming & voyeurism), manipulation, drugs (weed and alcohol), implied virginity, degradation, exhibitionism, daddy kink

A night of danger and debauchery with the city’s infamous drug dealer.

It was a simple enough text that started it, but you’re not even sure how he got a hold of your number. A few days ago, a plain ‘hey’ had flashed across your screen and before you knew it, you were agreeing to go for a ride in his speedy car. ‘How fast is it?’ you had asked as an attempt to stall the conversation. But it was his reply that settled it for you: ‘As fast as you want it.’

It’s stupid how easily swayed you were, but the words left a knot in your stomach that you had never encountered before. Like a ship setting its anchor on the seafloor, though not one of anxiety nor tension caused by any of the usual stressors of your life—something entirely alien. The real issue wasn’t its unfamiliarity, but how much you took pleasure in it. And as ships do, the feeling set sail as quickly as it appeared, and you were left wistful and aching for its return.

Never had you been like your classmates at the private school, who used familial wealth to excuse week-long benders and avoid lengthy jail sentences, because never had you felt that depravity necessary. But as you make your way down the block, you envision daddy waking up to find his little girl simply vanished, and you can’t help the wicked smile that spreads across your face.

When you arrive at the grimy, red sports car— music blasting through the open windows despite the dead quiet of the block— that ball of thrill settles in your gut yet again. As long as you’re in the company of Terushima Yūji, you’re well aware that the feeling isn’t going to go away.

The car is low. So low, in fact, that you have to balance a hand on the roof and slide in legs first. How does he even drive around in this metal death trap without scraping the asphalt? Your leather skirt bunches and slips further up your thighs no matter how hard you tug it lower.

“Alright?” It’s the only form of greeting he calls out to you over the ear-splitting music. Terushima eyes your lustrous, bare legs resting in the passenger seat of his beat-up Camaro, but doesn’t bother turning down the tune. He’s not very polite, but you didn’t exactly accept his offer to be drowned in refinement, did you?

“I’m okay,” you shout, struggling to be heard over the booming voice rapping about ‘drugs and bitches.’ Typical. “How are you?” You’re not sure if it’ll break the ice, not even sure he wants to speak at all, but anything’s better than fidgeting awkwardly in your chair with nothing but the god awful music to drown out your anxiety.

He mumbles back a simple reply, fixing his gaze on your breasts straining against the tight, low cut tank. You fished the two-piece outfit out of the depths of your wardrobe, a revealing number borrowed from a friend that you never even bothered trying on before tonight. His stare has you itching to cross your arms over your chest, but you hold out. You can’t have him thinking you’re a prude, even if it is the truth.

His hand grips the stick shift lazily and before you know it, the engine is rumbling and you’re peeling away from the curb. Terushima’s driving is every bit as reckless as you assumed, stop signs appearing to be soft suggestions rather than mandatory decrees. The residential roads are practically deserted, but the lack of caution has your heart racing wildly all the same, fingers clutching at your seat. As the adrenaline rushes through your veins, your stomach sinks further into the frayed leather seat.

When the music is shut off abruptly, you believe he must finally want to speak to you, perhaps even exchange pleasantries— but the next words out of his mouth are a sly,

“Do me a favor, yeah?” You nod, before realizing his eyes are still fixed on the road ahead. It’s not like it matters anyways, because he continues on as if you had answered him. “Grab the bottle under your seat for me, princess.” Princess. It’s uttered so nonchalantly, but there’s a certain edge to his tone— the tiniest hint of a teasing lilt. You don’t like it, but logical as your brain may be, your stomach still swirls with butterflies.

Swiping at the floor, you search until your fingers make contact with glass. Low and behold, you pull out a bottle of–

“Smirnoff,” your eyes scan the label intently, attempting to place the emblem among the liquors you’ve seen at the country club. While you weren’t exactly expecting a water bottle— that’d be much too off brand for Terushima— you aren’t too keen on the idea of reckless and intoxicated driving. He glances towards you once, but doesn’t make a move towards the drink at all.

Only a few seconds later, he shoots you another look, single brow raised in quiet anticipation. The long-forgotten burdens of high school peer pressure washes over you again, fingers quivering as you unscrew the cap.

You’ve never had vodka straight out of the bottle, never had vodka in general except for when it’s mixed into your cocktails. But his expectation weighs heavy in the confined space. So, fuck it. What did you come out with him for if not to live a little?

Nail polish remover, children’s cough syrup, and liquid fire. That’s all you taste as the lukewarm fluid glides down your throat. The burn is unbearable, but a pool of warmth oozes through your chest and your hand relaxes a bit on the edge of your seat. You don’t even realize that you’re coughing.

“First time drinking?” He offers you a lazy smirk, tone edged in ridicule.

“What?” Holding your breath, you silently beg the itch in your throat to disappear. “No, I- I have wine with dinner.”

The laugh that rumbles through his throat is deep and hoarse, much too loud to be laughing at your comment— and thus, is only perceivable as taunting. Even so, you can’t deny the seduction threaded into his smoky vocals, or the wire deep within your core, pulled taut and ready to snap at any moment.

“Wine,” he snickers again. “You’re funny, you know that?” He swipes the booze out of your hands and chugs. If there’s ever a proper time to start worrying, it’d be now. But at least he stops for lights?

Besides, you can’t say you’re not enjoying the view. Terushima’s defined jaw ruts outward with every swill, his lips puckered towards the bottle as if his life depends on it. As cautious as you should be, he’s too pretty to keep your eyes focused anywhere else; your mouth surely knows it, practically salivating at his Adam's apple, bobbing as he gulps. If you reach your hand out just a few inches, you can run your fingertips against it and–

“Gross,” he pushes the bottle back towards you.

“Black cherry,” you counter, as if it’s an explanation for the disgusting taste.

“Is that the flavor I nicked? Damn, wasn’t paying enough attention,” he shrugs.

“Nicked?” Mouth agape, you stare intently at the side of his face and hope for a valid answer.

“Bottle looked lonely, so I swiped it,” he brushes a finger at the alcohol trickling down his lip; one of your own digits twitches in envy. “Is that too criminal for you, princess?”

So he is mocking you. The vodka must be melting your brain, because all your body comes up with in response is a wind chime of a soft laugh— an entirely foreign noise to your ears. It must be a mistake, or the music playing tricks on your hearing, because you don’t giggle.

Still, according to Terushima’s awful pet name, you have something to prove. Not sure how else to shut him up, you opt for the easiest way out.

“I’m not drunk enough for this.” The bottle meets your lips and liquid fire waltzes through you again. Seconds pass as you chug, the haziness of your last sip urging you to down just a teensy bit more. Just enough to get you tipsy, just enough to prove him wrong, just enough to drown out the voice in your head claiming this is a terrible idea.

This time, you don’t cough.

“‘Atta girl.”

Then, you’re drinking, and he’s drinking, and the two of you are having the grandest of times. Never mind the fact that he’s consumed far less alcohol than you have, or that lines are blurring and you’re no longer able to see straight. Gone is the anxiety you were plagued with upon meeting him and the worries that shadow you day and night in your regular life. And that’s all that really matters.

He blasts the music once again. Maybe it isn’t as terrible as you originally thought. A deep, pumping bass resonates through every bone in your body and Terushima seems to be pressing the pedals harder with every beat.

Up you go, higher, higher— higher?

Your eyes have been scouring the mischievous man next to you so intently that you never bothered to ask where you were going. But can you blame yourself? Even now, as you round up the side of a cliff, every thought passing through your murky brain pertains to him.

His lazy half smile that won’t drop, as if he’s keyed in on a secret that’s all his own, lidded eyes that make him look entirely apathetic and alluring all at once. Hell, even his fingers are beautiful. Slender and graceful, one hand is placed leisurely at the wheel and the other is shifting the gear stick with meticulous precision. Terushima Yūji has always struck you as raw and vulgar, but now you see there’s a sense of finesse to him as well— and of course, you’d need to be halfway into a drunken stupor to truly notice it.

You’re shaken from your thoughts once he cracks the windows, hair whipping around violently. If you only knew the lyrics to any of these songs, you’d be singing along. Instead, you settle for kicking your legs out the window and tapping your fingers to the beat. Who cares that your fingers are moving too slowly to match the rhythm?

Terushima says nothing at your erratic behavior, only smirks when your head leans against his shoulder and you stare idly up at him. Relief. It’s the only identifiable emotion you’re able to place in the midst of this haze. Yes, the world is foggy and black spots take over half your vision. But you hold onto that feeling— the breeze, the weightlessness. All the while, the anchor in your gut makes its home further into the sand.

“We’re here,” he chuckles, pointing at your windswept hair when you turn to him. It’s the first time his laugh sounds genuine, bubbling up naturally instead of forced and vicious. And he’s finally looking at you; not in stolen glances, with eyes glazed over in mockery or lust, but truly looking at you. You break out of the murkiness clouding your brain to catch what ‘here’ is, only to gasp at the sight in front of you.

He’s brought you to the very top of a cliff, overlooking the city. Cars and buildings seem nothing more than blips on a map, insects to your God-like view.

As beautiful as they are, the dazzling lights of the world below you pale in comparison to the deity seated inches away. It’s difficult to believe that you had never once taken notice of him, though your younger self filed him away as a troublemaker—an invaluable waste of space— based on gossiped knowledge and without a second glance.

“Y’know what I never noticed?” You’re well aware the words tumble out a whine, drawn out and a bit slurred, but proper diction is the last thing on your mind. “You’re really pretty.” As soon as you’ve said it, your face is set ablaze. Control yourself.

“Pretty? Haven’t heard that one before,” he throws his head back and you’re struck with that gruff, raspy laugh once again.

“But you are,” you’re unable to contain yourself at all now, all proper thoughts replaced by the cut of his cheekbones, the messy bleached hair tumbling over his sleek undercut— and best yet, the tiny piece of metal prodding through his tongue and now balanced between his teeth. “A pretty bad boy, with pretty teeth, and a pretty piercing, and you texted me why?” With the hurried words, another wave of heat spikes your body.

Perhaps his eyes brighten at your little confession, or perhaps his face gives away nothing. You can’t really tell much of anything.

“You really wanna know?” You nod hungrily at his whisper, his hushed tone teeming with temptation. Terushima creeps closer, so much so that you feel his breath fanning your face. Underneath the overwhelming scents of cigarettes and booze, he smells a bit like tea leaves. Strange, but pleasant. “Are you sure?” He’s smirking now, obviously finding your curiosity entertaining.

At the same time, one of his hands inches towards you— cautiously, deliberately, like a predator creeping towards its skittish prey. You tremble in your seat, unsure why the proximity has your heart beating out of its chest.

All at once, his hand shoots past you and towards the glove compartment. Terushima lets out a snicker, flashes you a brilliant set of teeth, and proudly offers you nothing: “Sorry, not tellin’ you.”

Your slurred gripes do nothing to sway the tease, who’s now engrossed by the itty bitty ziploc baggie he pulled from the glovebox. Though your head is spinning, you yourself can’t help but feel enthralled by his movements— staring shamelessly as he sprinkles the weed onto paper. His fingers prove precise yet again as he rolls the greens into pretty little cylinders.

Almond eyes meet yours only when he brings the wrap to his lips, gazing directly at you while his tongue slides across the paper. A chill prickles across your skin, but there’s only heat within the parked car.

Before you know it, he’s extending a large hand towards you, silently willing you to take the first hit. Somewhere far away, you hear your own voice mumbling, ‘I don’t know how to.’ As hard as you try to put up a front, to exude sex and confidence in front of this well-versed man, you’re not quite sure you can pretend your way through this one.

A wispy laugh, a sly comment and a wink later, two of his fingers have the joint pressed between your lips. ‘I’ll teach you,’ he promises, instructing you on precisely how to breathe. You barely register the palm fastened at your chest. Is he being a creep? Maybe he’s just trying to help. Either way, you don’t pay it much mind.

And then, smoke fills your lungs, fills your head, fills the already-depleting air of his tiny car. You’re coughing again, but he warned you of the burn this time, and ‘besides, it’ll get you higher.’

You were hoping to see chalky hues of pinks and blues, but the drug does nothing but provide you with lidded eyes and a tingle that runs from head to toe. A single stroke of your finger against the leathered seat sends waves of shivers throughout your arm. Your palm splayed against your own thigh feels unfamiliar and ticklish.

The buzz is only truly worth it when you finally turn to look at the wicked man next to you; Terushima has a slick smile dancing across his face, eyes heavy and probing you for any sort of reaction. The bleached blonde hair at the top of his head pales under the moonlight, suddenly seeming impossible to resist. When you reach out to grasp a strand, he moves quicker, gripping your fingers tightly between his.

“What do you think you’re doing?” His low drawl is lazy, more amused than genuinely angry. But your fingers twitch beneath his grasp all the same, completely embarrassed and still itching to touch his locks. “Princess doesn't know how to ask for things politely?” You don’t have to look into his eyes to feel the smugness radiating off of him.

“No, I-” There’s no saving face now, and he knows it as well as you do.

“Or are you just so used to getting what you want?” Even as he taunts you, his digits thread through yours, pulling you towards him so that your hands hover over his lips. “Is this what you wanted?”

You shake your head, but the thought of grazing his pillowy lips— of your trembling fingers exploring that tiny metal ball in his mouth— is now etched into your clouded brain.

“No? What about here?” He trails your digits down his crisp t-shirt, stopping only when you’ve reached his midriff. You should stop, should adhere to the yellow tape bound around this entire encounter; instead, you stare at the blonde with wide eyes, tongue poking out of your mouth as you debate your answer. He breathes an airy laugh, “use your words.”

But before you can, his lips are meshing into yours. And here are the hues of the pinks and blues you so desperately wished to see, hidden in his caress all this time. There’s heat, and heat, and more heat— and a quiet hum traveling from the very tip of your mouth to your toes, as you melt together.

When he releases your hands, they fly towards his hair, finally tugging at the soft pieces. A simple clasp of your waist and you’re moaning into his mouth, a warm welcome for his tongue to slide in. Embers spread through the tiny space, setting your lungs ablaze far quicker than any drug could. His cool, metal piercing tickles the roof of your mouth; if you were coherent enough, you may wonder what it would feel like skimming other stretches of skin.

But your thoughts are cotton candy melting at his touch and allowing one, singular thought: him, him, him.

Your sugar-spun mind loses track of the time he spends pressed into you. Seconds, minutes, hours later, he finally pulls away, the long string of saliva between you the only remnant of your lip-locked endeavors.

“It’s getting late,” his words are a whisper, a break in the heavy silence of heaving chests and spinning minds. You’d have thought the infamous heartbreaker would urge for more, and a part of you wishes that he would. But instead, he drives you back down the cliffside in silence, his hand on your thigh rooted in place, keeping you longing for another taste.

Only when you’re coming down from the high, still a bit tipsy, do you realize you’re almost home. Terushima’s fingers still play at the hem of your skirt, stroking at the fire deep in your gut. With all his teasing, you figure you may as well make your move now.

“You can pull over here,” you instruct, happy to have found your usual domineering voice. Perhaps it was buried under the weight of weed and wandering lips.

“Your house is another block away,” he refutes with a grumble, but heeds your demand anyways. When he turns to you, you’re caught in that bewitching gaze, finding yourself at a loss for words yet again. “Anything else you need?” The words are laced with possibility, a dangerous challenge. But any gall you felt coursing through your veins has vanished without a trace.

“No- I- I should get home,” your eyes drop, staring at a loose thread on his pants— and all at once, moving to leave the car. “Daddy’ll be mad if he catches me out.” The words are barely out of your mouth before he’s chuckling, repeating them.

“Daddy will be mad? You still call your father daddy?” And there’s the Yūji Terushima you thought you knew, mockery and taunts always at the tip of his tongue. You throw a weak punch against his chest, huffing in confusion.

“What’s so wrong with that?”

“Nothing,” He exclaims a bit too smugly, climbing out himself.

Next thing you know, you’re caught between his body and the hood of the car, sturdy arms trapping you in place. Chilled air nips at your bones; a single skim of his knee against your thigh and that cold is forgotten. You really should be at home.

“Terushima.” It’s funny how a single word— a person’s name— can contain a thousand different meanings. You’re not even sure how you say it, questioning the inflections of your cracked voice and wide eyes. He whispers your name right back, the gleam in his eyes magnifying tenfold.

You’re well aware he has you right where he wants you, a little bird caught in a cage, though you’re more than happy to be singing any song he asks.

But there’s only silence as you stare at each other beneath the flickering street light. So much so, you can hear your hearts pump blood, can hear the engine of a car rumbling by, can even hear your neighbor’s pesky dog barking a block away.

“Do you need something, or do you just like saying my na–”

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in.

It feels different now. Perhaps your nerves aren’t frenzied, and you don’t attain euphoria with every graze. But you feel him. You can taste the smoke on his tongue as it knocks against your teeth. Black cherry floods your brain, the same flavor that drifted you up that cliffside to begin with.

Terushima’s hands grab at your waist before you’re hoisted up and placed on the hood of the car. Gone are the lazy kisses of two heads in the clouds. His movements are quick and decisive, aggressive even. A hand roams your body, trailing under your tank and across your breasts. The other shoves aside your panties, nimble fingers circling your bud.

A low whimper leaves you when he runs a digit across your slit.

“Careful,” hot breath fans your lips as he chuckles, “too loud and he’ll hear us.”

But you can’t stop your wanton mewls. Not when he dips into you, curling his fingertips to hit a spot that has you seeing stars. Not when his teeth nip at your jaw, your neck, the shell of your ear— leaving soft marks behind. And most certainly not when you can feel his cock straining against your thigh.

“Fuck, Teru I–” Within minutes, your entire body trembles, hands clutching at soft hair as you chase your high.

“Tell daddy what you want,” his eyes pierce into yours, completely unashamed of his perversion of the pure term. You try to shake your head no, to refuse his order— but he simply flicks his wrist quicker, pumps into you faster. You’re so fucking close, too near the edge to care, so you simply allow the words to tumble out,

“Daddy p-please, I want to cum.”

A few circles on your clit, and you’re putty in his hands. The high hits you with a loud, leg-shaking cry— far more dizzying than any of the debaucheries of hours past.

You’re flipped over without a moment to breathe, breasts rammed into the frigid car hood. Terushima pulls your skirt up with one hand, the other nudging your cheek firmly against the metal.

Never would you have thought you’d be one for such public indecency, but the elation of your last orgasm still hasn't even completely resided. For the third time tonight, you find yourself drunk off the ambrosia of this wayward god.

“Beg for it,” he slides his cock up your slit, coating his thick member in your slick.

“Please Teru,” you whine helplessly. A loud slap echoes through the empty street as his hand meets the globe of your ass, the pain more shocking than painful.

It reminds you that anyone could walk out of their homes to see you being railed against a beat up car— and the thought of one of your neighbors waking up to that sight wracks your body with a twisted pleasure.

“What was that?” The bastard actually laughs, gruff and hearty, as you writhe against him.

“Daddy, I need you.” And then he’s thrusting into you, pushing into the tight ring of muscle. Though he prepped you, you claw at the car, searching for any sort of relief from the overwhelming pain.

A few snaps of his hips later, you relax as the stretch becomes bearable. He takes his time rutting into you, spreading your legs further, making sure you feel every inch of him deep inside you.

Only when you begin bouncing back to meet his drives does he quicken his pace, a single hand gripping your waist— five finger-shaped bruises you’re sure will be evidence for days to come. You barely recognize your own voice; high-pitched wails spill from your lips, curses and pleas and cries of ‘daddy’ like a broken record on replay.

“Look at the little slut, creaming all over me,” a particularly hard thrust sends you reeling, tears flowing freely down your face as you blabber mindlessly. “Who’d have thought the city’s very own ‘prude princess’ would be blacking out over some dick?”

You should be ridiculed, would be utterly offended by the insult, if not for the fact that his cock has you teetering the delicate line of consciousness. Those words are precisely what send you over the edge for the second time tonight.

“Fuck, stay right there,” a low, gravelly groan as Terushima continues pounding into you. Then, a few more prods and he’s following suit, pulling out to spill his seed all over your backside.

Vision still spotty, you finally turn to look at the beautiful man, hoping for rosy cheeks and that soft smile you believe is a secret saved just for you. Instead you’re met with a dull frown and a look of pure apathy.

He won’t even meet your eyes.

“Can you walk the block or should I drive you?” Though he poses the question, the lack of his typical liveliness tells you everything you need to know about his preference: he doesn’t have one.

Somewhere far away, you hear yourself tell him you’ll walk. Your head’s still caught on cloud nine, or perhaps it was only ever the ninth circle of hell—twisted and contorted by black cherry and rotten greens.

“Are you sure? You look a little shaken,” he laughs, that same hoarse tone you once thought charming now seeming gnarled and vicious. The taunts once endearing, now simply malicious.

From the corner of your eye you spot his phone, unlocked and teeming with messages. A flash of a familiar black leather skirt bunching, a flip of your hair, pieces of your purity plastered across his screen for the world to see.

You walk back home in silence.

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volleychumps · 4 years

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hi,, i love your writing !! this is kind of odd but can i request a (slightly nsfw) morning after with fem!s/o x oikawa, kuroo, terushima, and osamu? you had a one night stand but they actually like you so they convince you to go on a date after making you breakfast or something like that? please and thank you 🥺

Thank you for 2.8k<33 I love you all.

More Than A Night. (w/ Oikawa, Kuroo, Terushima, and Osamu)

Warning(s): slight nsfw themes

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Oikawa

“You’re up early.”

You flinch in the midst of shouldering your jacket on as you glance behind you, wondering just how rushed you looked as you blush in embarrassment, causing the brunette to grin in turn. Oikawa yawns through a playful grin with one eye closed, adorning a pair of sweatpants and nothing to cover his bare torso as he crosses his arms over his chest in amusement. You look to the cracked open door, smiling a bit sheepishly.

“I didn’t want to um, impose?” Your words come out questioning as you look away, swallowing tightly at the sight as Oikawa takes knowing steps towards you. You shudder when the setter’s hands you knew so well carefully take the jacket you were in the middle of putting on, slipping it off your shoulders slowly while humming to himself.

“Trust me, lovely- if you were bothersome I would’ve had you out of here hours ago.”

“Oh all mighty one, to what do I owe this special treatment?” You tease, remembering that before last night, Oikawa was still one of your friends, regardless of whether or not last night’s events could cause a rift in your friendship with one another.

“You really want to know?”

You blink, feeling his fingers gently touch the side of your face to get you to look at him, realizing he had been simply running his finger against the side of his jaw as he seemed to be soaking your features in the morning sun.

“In fact, what if I asked you to impose for a little longer, Y/N-chan?”

“Y-You don’t regret last night-?”

“Are you kidding me?” You feel heat swirl in your cheeks as Oikawa’s teasing tone had taken a serious edge, feeling his hand slide across your cheek to cup your face gently.

“Should I be kidding you?” A nervous chuckle slips your lips as Oikawa hangs your jacket on the hanging rack again without looking, chocolate orbs seeming to root you in place as he takes one of the few steps he can towards you.

“I’ve wanted you for years, Y/N-chan.”

“Liar.” Your voice falls to a whisper as Oikawa tilts his head in a seemingly mocking-manner, annoyance glinting in his eyes at the fact that you didn’t seem to believe him.

“Want proof?” He takes another step, voice also falling to a soft tone before taking a strand of your hair in his fingers, kissing it sweetly as you redden at the gesture.

You close your eyes, feeling Oikawa dip his head into your neck, lips smirking slightly against your skin as a newfound heat emerges in the contact as the brunette speaks, gently pressing you up the door and shutting it tightly in the movement.

“So what do you say we make my wait worth it- and make this official, already?”

Kuroo

“You are not reading through my comic books right now.”

“You’re right, I’m actually wondering how a nerd like you got laid.” You retort, flipping through the pages as you bite your lip, hiding your face in the process as you see Kuroo walk into the room from your peripheral view.

“You slept with this nerd, so I don’t think you’re one to talk, kitten.”

The events of last night had been a little fuzzy, but little details came back to you as you blush, pretending to focus on the panels of the sci-fi comic book as you hear Kuroo set something down on the bed, leaving his retort unanswered.

A bright grin crosses your features as you use the blanket to cover your chest as you sit up, seeing the simple breakfast of eggs and toast in the middle of the tray along with a cup of coffee just how you liked it. Your grin grows teasing as you lift the mug to your lips, watching your friend eat a piece of toast on the end of the bed in all his shirtless glory.

“Is this one of the perks of sleeping with the Kuroo Tetsurou?” You try to keep your voice light, and Kuroo quiets down after scoffing in response, eyes calculating and thoughtful as you withold the urge to sigh. Of course things would be different. Was it even possible going back to normal after sleeping together?

“There are a lot more perks if you stick around, trust me.” Kuroo winks, and you roll your eyes at his flirtatious nature, watching him finish off his toast before beginning to get out of bed, shuffling around to pull your shirt from yesterday overhead.

“Well, as fun as this was, I say we revert back to the day before yesterday-”

“...don’t want to.” Your ears perk up at Kuroo’s faded mumble, not hearing him properly.

“Hm? Speak up or I’ll dirty your comic books.”

“I don’t want to go back to how we were.” Kuroo’s voice seemed to be teetering on the edge of strained as you quirk a brow, feeling dissappointment dig into your stomach.

“Oh.” Your smile turns wobbly. “As in...you don’t want to be friends anymore?”

“..Exactly.”

“...Then I guess I’ll be taking my leave.” You break the tension residing in the silence, Kuroo catching your wrist before you can dash out of his bedroom with a wet heat in your eyes.

“That’s not what I meant.” Kuroo’s voice was oddly serious- a tone you didn’t hear that often- before tugging you into his chest into his sitting position so you were straddling his lap. His feral eyes raked over your half-clothed body, mouth beginning to nibble at the sensitive spot on your collarbone as an embarrassed sound slips your lips-

Kuroo smirks, hand trailing underneath your shirt as he feels your heartbeat at the slightest touch of your chest.

“I want to be able to see you like this every morning, kitten- that’s what I meant before you jumped to conclusions.”

His hand presses against the small of your back, pressing you up against him even tighter as comic books lay open and forgotten, a half-drunk coffee cup growing cooler beside them.

“I want to lose you as my friend and keep you as my everything.”

Terushima

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice that the other side of my bed was cold?”

“I’m surprised you’re capable of noticing things.” You hum in reply, smiling a little as you feel the spiker’s arms wrap around you from behind, Terushima’s chin resting on your shoulder as he examines what you’re doing. You poured the dark liquid from the coffee pot as you basked in the morning light, having left the blonde in bed with slightly wobbly legs.

“This almost feels like we’re married, no?”

“Totally.” You hadn’t meant for your words to come out that sarcastic, but you knew better. Terushima Yuuji had been a friend of yours for years, but one night of heat and mixed emotions didn’t change the fact that the spiker was the exact definition of fuckboy.

“Y/N you’re acually gonna make me cry one day! You’re so cold.” Terushima whines, feeling at complete ease at the thought of you standing in the kitchen with a brewed coffee pot for the two of you.

“And my coffee’s getting cold too, so you can start calling up another one of your girls in line to warm yourself up.” You reply without missing a beat, feeling Terushima tense up before relaxing again.

“Jealous?” Terushima smirks against your shoulder, still not letting you go as you roll your eyes, smiling nonetheless.

“To be honest you are great in bed, my friend. Kudos to the next lucky girl.” You wink, feeling Terushima’s grip on your waist loosen slightly as you finish off your coffee, the spiker spinning you around to lean into you, cornering you against the counter.

“Go on a date with me! Coffee isn’t breakfast.”

You stare at your friend for a solid second before shaking your head, laughing a little in disbelief. “Do you typically bring girls out on dates after you sleep together?”

“No, not usually.” Terushima shrugs, and you laugh again before feeling his hand snake down to your waist, his hand tracing up your bare thigh as heat floods your cheeks, the spiker before you eyeing you with an emotion you couldn’t pinpoint.

“Yuuji-”

“One date.”

You blink at the seriousness tinging his words, gasping when he lifts you up to sit you on the counter to stand between your legs, smirking when his breath hits your lips as he watches your eyes dart between his lips and his eyes.

“Give me one date, Y/N.”

“...Fine. Only because you’re acting is phenomenal at the moment.” You give in, kissing him deeply on the lips as Terushima’s grip on your waist tightens the slightest bit before you brush past him, humming as if nothing serious had happened.

Terushima sighs as he hears the shower turn on, leaning his back against the counter before pouring his own cup of dark brew into the mug you had been drinking out of, a hand running through his hair as his usual bright almond eyes seemed to have darkened.

“Acting, huh?”

Osamu

“Y/N. You’ll sleep into the afternoon.”

“Please let me?” You croak, shielding your eyes from the blinds Osamu had opened an hour before.

“Nope. I have breakfast going, I laid one of my shirts out for you.” The wing spiker leans against the doorway of his bedroom, watching you wake up in a slightly confused manner as you slowly sit up, the corner of Osamu’s lip twitching at the sight. You hug the blanket to your chest embarrasedly, smiling a little bashfully.

Osamu clears his throat, attempting to clear the awkward atmosphere. “Can you walk okay?”

“Someone’s cocky.” You comment, taking Osamu’s shirt and pulling it over your head although it engulfed your figure. “And no, by the way- I can’t.”

You yelp, feeling your friend’s arms tuck beneath your legs and back before picking you up as if you weighed nothing, causing your bare legs to thrash around slightly in complaint. Osamu remains indifferent, walking to the kitchen with ease.

“You said you couldn’t walk, and I’m hungry. Let’s eat.”

“I was actually planning to go straight home...” You trail off, sweatdropping when Osamu sits you in the chair across from his before taking his own seat.

“You have time. Your class doesn’t start for another hour.”

“...right.” You mumble, putting your hands together to begin the meal. The two of you eat in silence, Osamu not being very talkative to begin with- the friendship you two had fostered had been put into such a threatening position from last night’s slightly drunken decisions. Do you go about your day and pretend it didn’t happen? Address it and stop being friends?

“-be my girlfriend.”

You choke, the statement/question coming out of Osamu’s mouth casually muffled by his mug as the twin looks out on the morning sun as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on you.

“...are you sure you aren’t confused?” You eye him directly, all shyness and awkwardness washed away as Osamu lazily meets your eyes, forking some more food into his mouth with a nod.

“I’m sure.”

“Look, Osamu- just because we slept together doesn’t mean you’re under any obligation-”

Your eyes widen when Osamu had suddenly leaned forward, hand entangling in your hair to kiss the corner of your lips from across the spread on the table, sitting back and resuming to eat his rice with a shrug.

“There was a little rice near your mouth-”

“Are you even listening?!” You exclaim, flustered at the lazy boy’s actions as Osamu sighs before setting down his chopsticks, something he never did, before eyeing you evenly, fighting the amused smirk on his lips at how flushed you looked. He tilts his head, standing from his chair before shrugging.

“If you don’t want to go out with me, then..”

You panic, heart confused with mind in tow as you stand, catching the back of his fitted black shirt before he can walk away.

“I...we can maybe...try it?” You make out in fidgety embarrassment, Osamu releasing a deep sigh that had his shoulders lifting up and down before turning to glance at you. The gray haired boy tugs you into his chest tightly by the wrist, mumbling into your ear as he watched with a satisfied look at the pink that dusted your cheeks.

“You seriously can’t be this cute this early in the morning. I think I’m hungry for something else now.”

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1plus1kiyoomi · 3 years

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Haikyuu Boys on Tiktok

you forget how long you’ve been together prank

- Kageyama, Terushima, Atsumu

Kageyama

your boyfriend of 7 years loves three things in the world

volleyball, milk, and you

kageyama is good at memorizing

he memorizes all combinations and plays

he knows every milk brand there probably is

but does he know everything about your relationship?

today you will find out

your boyfriend is in the living room, watching a replay of his match, a milk carton in his hand

you set up the camera before joining him

to complete the holy trinity of his greatest loves

you clear your throat, stopping yourself from laughing as you talk to kageyama

“tobio, don’t you think it’s crazy that we’ve been dating for 5 years?”

he stops

he stops blinking

moving

breathing

his heart probably also stopped beating

he turns off the tv and looks at you with a resting btch face

“5 years?” he repeats

you gulp nervously before nodding

“we’ve been dating for 7 years! We started dating second year of high school remember?” he argues

“no! 5! What are you talking about?” you rebut, a scowl showing up his on his face

“where did the 2 years go?” he almost yells in disbelief, you start laughing but kageyama is fuming

“don’t just laugh! answer me! where??????”

he opened his eyes so wide that they looked like they’re going to pop out of the his eye sockets

at this point you’re dying from laughter

“who was i dating for the missing 2 years? my imagination?”

he looks so done and disappointed at you

he doesn’t understand why you think it’s funny

“(y/n) do you know how a year works? even a dumbass like me knows that there are 365 days in a year. do you not know how to count or is something wrong with your calendar?? what calendar do you use???”

his comments are making you cry due to laughing way too much

you point at your phone and he sees it recording

he takes your phone and angles it to film himself

“hello tiktok people! my partner doesn’t know how a year works. can someone please teach her the correct calendar or something? it would be a great help to our relationship. thank you in advance.”

Terushima

believe it or not, you and terushima have been dating for 5 good years

it’s a mystery up to this day how you managed to date for so long

well maybe it’s because he styles your hair for you

FOR FREE

perks of dating a hairstylist

so today you experience that privilege again

you’re in the bathroom and he’s cutting your hair

you are recording from the beginning

you film every hair transformation he gives you

so he doesn’t really feel anything unusual

you are using his phone instead to save you from boredom of sitting for hours

you were scrolling through his for you page when he went out of the bathroom to take hair products he left in his bag

and at that moment you saw the prank then decided to do it

he comes back and you try your best to act as normal as possible

“babe, you’ve been doing my hair since we’ve started dating. how long has it been? 4 years?”

terushima stops midway of cutting your hair and looks at you in the eye through the mirror

“what?” you ask innocently

he shows the scissors in the mirror

“i’ll give you another chance to say that again or you’ll end up leaving this room with the ugliest haircut there is in existence.”

“huh? what did i say? that we’ve been dating for 4 years?”

he puts the scissor down and extends his palm towards you

“pay up you don’t appreciate me enough. you owe me 1 year worth of hairstyling.”

“why are you suddenly charging me?”

“because we’ve been dating for 5 years. and i’ve been styling your hair for 5 long years. but you say that it’s 4. so pay me the 1 year missing.”

terushima folds his arms unamused but you know he isn’t serious

so when you start laughing, he laughs as well

“just choose a year sweetheart and i’ll calculate your expenses for you. with tax and interest,” he says in between laughter

“okay okay you got me. it’s a prank for tiktok.”

he continues to cut your hair properly while you stare at the camera

“we’ve actually been together for like 70 years now. right, ji?” you joke and terushima just shakes his head.

“are you booking 65 years of hair appointment with me or is this a proposal?”

Atsumu

you don’t know what you’re doing

or what went inside your mind that made you do this

you don’t know how he’ll react to this prank

atsumu, your boyfriend of 8 years and now fiancé, is an unpredictable man

you have just celebrated your 8 year anniversary a week ago wherein he proposed to you

and suddenly you’re pulling this stunt?

you are in bed, just snuggling close to his broad firm amazing sexy sugary spicy everything nice chest

when you suddenly speak up

“i can’t believe that we’ve been dating for 4 years.”

atsumu then starts laughing like a mad man

“so where are you hiding him?” he asks so you become confused

“who?” you sit up and look at him puzzled

“the man you’ve been dating for 4 years because it clearly ain’t me!”

he chuckles sarcastically

his laughter making you laugh along with him

he knows that you’re already joking around so he continues to say more comments

“if that’s not the case then did you really die when you said you were dying from period cramps 4 years ago?”

you hit his chest playfully, your jaw already hurting from laughing

“have i been dating your spirit for the last 4 years?”

you just continue to laugh at his childish remarks when he suddenly gasps

“i’ve been sleeping with a ghost for 4 years???”

you smack his mouth because of his sudden statement

“atsumu!” you warn him

“what? if you’re not dead, then do you really have a side dick?”

“a what?” you can’t believe he just said that

“a side dick. you know, a side chick but a dude. a side dick.” he explains a bit passionately which makes you laugh even more

you squish his cheeks using your hands and then shake his head in annoyance, making him giggle

“i can’t believe i’ve been stuck with a child like you for 8 years.”

he takes your left hand and points at the ring on your finger then lets out an evil laugh

“you’re stuck with this child forever!”

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kythed · 3 years

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haikyuu!! + where they take you on your first date

yes, i have a soft spot for akaashi, how could you tell?

karasuno

sugawara koushi: one of those clay painting places. he tries to paint your face on a mug-- it ends up looking like a purposefully offensive caricature, but you appreciate the gesture.

azumane asahi: takes you thrifting because he thought it would be aesthetic. the only clothing you two buy is a set of XXL galaxy cat t-shirts.

nishinoya yuu: chuck-e-cheese.

hinata shouyo: an action movie. he won’t stop chattering and making side comments the entire time, but it’s kinda cute. tries to pull the classic yawn-over-the-shoulder move and accidentally spills his popcorn on your lap.

kageyama tobio: invites you to watch one of his volleyball games. it’s not your ideal first date, but the rare smile he flashes you when his team wins makes up for it. he is incredibly sweaty when you go out to eat afterwards, though.

sawamura daichi: a bowling alley. he’s a shit bowler but pretends to be an expert just so he can get close and “teach” you the proper form. he also really likes the overly greasy bowling alley pizza for some reason.

tanaka ryunosuke: italian restaurant. he pronounces gnocchi like “guh-no-chee” and pitches a fit when they don’t offer bottomless breadsticks like olive garden does. before leaving, you slip the poor waitress an extra five for the inconvenience.

yamaguchi tadashi: a butterfly garden. coincidentally finds out he has a deathly phobia of flying insects that same day. you don’t end up staying very long.

tsukishima kei: a natural history museum, but not in a cute way-- you just tail him for three hours while he silently stares at fossils and refuses to hold your hand.

nekoma

kozume kenma: a duck pond near his house. he thought it’d be nice to feed them stale bread, but it turns out there are only very large, very angry geese there. you watch in horror as the largest one chases him around the block.

haiba lev: an amusement park. brags that he never gets sick on roller coasters before vomiting on your favorite sneakers after the first ride. it’s up to you whether or not he gets a second date.

kuroo tetsurou: finesses his way into the country club without paying. you two obnoxiously cannonball into the pool and eat too many free nuts until the concierge chases you out.

yaku morisuke: the skate park. he doesn’t actually know how to skate so he sits on the board and hangs on for dear life while you push him down the ramp as hard as you can. you can honestly say it’s one of the best first dates you’ve ever been on.

inuoka sou: ikea, mostly to purchase matching ikea bucket hats. also forces you to take a picture of him in the kitchen section for flexing purposes.

shiratorizawa

ushijima wakatoshi: a book store. he’s not much of a reader but he thinks the way you open every book just to inhale that new book scent is funny. buys you five hardcovers and refuses to be paid back.

tendou satori: an open house for a multi-million dollar villa. you pretend to be wealthy newlyweds and eat the complimentary charcuterie while chatting up a real estate agent. halfway through the conversation he switches to a british accent and blows your cover.

semi eita: takes you to a ballroom dancing class in the park. all the other students are elderly couples that smile warmly and “aww” when he dips you. he may or may not drop you on purpose at some point.

tsutomu goshiki: the animal shelter. he’s allergic to dogs and has a runny nose the entire time but muscles through because he likes how excited you get to pet them.

shirabu kenjirou: mini-golfing, but he swings like it’s regular golf. ends up launching a ball into one of the little windmills’ blades and breaking it. he subsequently gets banned for life so you win by default.

aoba johsai

oikawa tooru: a cafe. orders straight black coffee to prove his maturity. you can see him grimace with every bitter swallow so you mercifully trade your maple latte.

iwaizumi hajime: the beach. is it just so he can show off his glorious, glorious pecs? maybe. but you’re not complaining.

hanamaki takahiro: costco. you play hide and seek in between the aisles and get free samples. he accidentally startles a small child into tears after lodging himself in between two bags of rice to hide.

matsukawa issei: hiking. you two get lost on the way down and end up having to call the forest service to get rescued by rangers.

kunimi akira: the backseat of his car (it’s an SUV).

inarizaki

miya atsumu: an arcade. does that thing with the ticket wheel where he lifts up the cover and stops it on the 1000 ticket slot. is also surprisingly adept at skee-ball.

miya osamu: tells you to get dressed for a fancy dinner. when he picks you up you find out “fancy dinner” in osamu language means two pbj’s on a picnic blanket in the park and a game of cards.

kita shinsuke: the planetarium. he’s fascinated with the stars and pays more attention to them than he does to you, but it’s cute how wide his eyes get when the entire milky way comes into view.

suna rintarou: a wendy’s drive-thru, and you’re not even mad about it— he somehow manages to make a frosty and fries seem classy.

fukurodani

akaashi keiji: the aquarium. he has an endearing fixation on the hermit crabs and unsuccessfully tries to hide his excitement when the tour guide lets him hold one on his palm. you now have a picture of him smiling at the crab as your lock screen.

bokuto koutarou: a hedge maze. it takes you two hours to escape, and you only manage to get out because he kicks a hole in one of the hedges and crawls through.

konoha akinori: the farmer’s market. purposely buys way too many bananas as an excuse for asking you over tomorrow to help him make banana bread.

date tech

futakuchi kenji: tries to seem sophisticated by taking you to see a foreign film. it ends up being so raunchy that he can’t even look you in the eye when the credits roll.

koganegawa kanji: axe throwing. is incredibly embarrassed when you manage to hit the target and he can’t. claims he’s just “going easy” on you but his scowl says otherwise.

aone takanobu: tandem bike riding. his greek god quads provide more than enough horsepower, so you can just sit back and relax.

other

terushima yuuji: a lookout. it’s too cloudy to see the city lights so you have a contest to see who can spit the farthest over the edge.

sakusa kiyoomi: invites you over for dinner and a puzzle-- he’s more comfortable in his own home. the atmosphere is almost relaxing, and dare I say… romantic? he does get frustrated when you keep trying to fit edge pieces in the center, though.

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nishiannoya · 3 years

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happy birthday @ohno-otome i am a little belated but i wrote u some p0rn 🤍🎂✨ thank you for being one of the first people to talk to me in this fandom and make me feel welcome :) i hope you get it with all of your anime blondies as well as worm-man from jjk (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

18+ Only - MINORS DNI

f!reader x terushima yuuji, fwb to lovers, p0rn with a very thin layer of plot, dubcon (alcohol - reader is shwasteddd), vague appearance by the tsukishima brothers, grinding, exhibitionism (groping, fingering, bathroom stall sex), hint of breeding, reader gets lifted (against the wall sex), mild stalker-y behavior (but like in a cute way), (3.5k wc), i've never written for terushima before and this is also going up unedited so here goes nothing

Don't ask Terushima Yuuji why he's here in the city at the hottest dance club at midnight. More importantly, why are you here with all of your girl friends and wearing that ridiculous bright pink sash that glitters "Birthday Bitch" in silver lettering? Not like you needed anything to draw any extra attention to yourself, that tight dress paired with those stupidly hot black boots seem to be doing enough work judging by the way the two tall blond men on either side of you seem to be competing for your attention.

It's not like he's discouraged in the slightest. If anything, he's got you right where he wants as he takes one more sly glance at you on the other side of the club, still distracted to notice him in the crowd. He slips his way over to the DJ booth, hands over a decent bill, and slinks back to find the perfect position to wait for his plan to fall into place.

Sure enough, your friends all turn to you and let out excited noises just a few minutes later when the familiar beat starts to play. You quickly down the rest of your drink and hop off the barstool without so much as an explanation to the two guys who were chatting you up, too excited to get in the most dance time to your favorite song. Yuuji smirks as you skip just a few seconds behind your friends, focused on weaving through the sea of people surrounding the dance floor.

You jolt when you feel a strong hand on your upper arm grab that pulls you to turn and look. You had a snarky comment prepared for the cocky son of a bitch who dared to get your attention this way, but your brows shoot up when you see the very familiar face of your friend with multiple benefits as of recent.

He expects you to be confused to see him, but he greatly underestimated just how many shots your friends made you take before even arriving at the club, yet alone all of the people spotting your sash and sending drinks your way. Your mouth hangs open just for a second before breaking out into a huge grin and shouting his name while lunging at him, arms wrapping around his neck to stop yourself from completely stumbling into him.

"Whoa there, birthday girl," he laughs as he stables you by the waist, noting how smooth the fabric feels beneath his hands and how easy it would be to bunch it up over your hips.

"Yuuuujii! You're heeerrre! How are you here? How did you know that it's my birthday?" You slur excitedly. You lean back to look at his face and squint as though you don't quite believe it's actually him in front of you looking as attractive as ever in a simple black shirt that fits a little tight across his chest and shoulders, with tattoos peeking from the collar and sleeves that look so tempting even though you've seen them fully exposed enough times now.

He laughs at you again and pinches the sash across your body, "This might have something to do with it. You should have told me, I would have come out to buy you a drink. Although, you seem to be pretty well taken care of, sweetheart."

You open your eyes wide at him, blinking while your inebriated mind slowly processes his words. It's not like he seems upset, but there's a bit of taunt to his tone that makes you feel a little guilty. However, you're too buzzed to stew on it and your hazy mind chooses to focus on his handsome features instead. Your face contorts into another goofy smile and you giggle as you place your hands over his.

"I wanted to celebrate with my girls! You can buy me a drink later, but I have to dance to this song, like, now!"

You're too cute for him not to smile at your happy state and oblige your pull at his hand to follow you into the crowd of moving bodies - after all he was the one to request this song for the exact purpose of getting you to the dance floor. He can feel his shoes sticking to the floor with each step, though it doesn't seem to affect the sway of your hips that causes the hem of your dress to brush alluringly against your thighs. Once deep enough into the crowd, you spin around and catch him with your hands settling at the base of his neck.

God you look good, eyes staring into his with a certain confidence that only comes with clear liquor as you start to sway your body to the beat. Yuuji can't be too bitter that you didn't tell him about your celebration, not when you give him that sultry smile he's fallen victim to time and time again, and certainly not when you press your body tightly against him and bring your lips dangerously close to his neck.

"I can't believe you're here," you say, just barely above the music. His hands feel hot at your waist and your heartbeat picks up from the excitement of the rhythm as well as having someone so attractive and familiar in your space.

"Really? So why didn't you tell me?"

"Silly Yuuji," you giggle as the green laser patterns dance across his features. "I think I know you well enough."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Shhh," you coo drunkenly, not registering his mild irritation. You ignore his quirked brow, and mouth along with the lyrics of the song, swaying your head and losing your already floaty mind to the music.

He sighs, defeated by your drunken state, and decides to just have fun with you here while he has you in his hold. His hands drop a little lower and nestles his thigh between yours, tugging at your hips to roll against his. You grin at him excitedly, more than happy to have him give in to the moment.

And he moves so well, so sensual as one of his hands moves down to the bare skin of your thigh, caressing your smooth skin and encouraging you to hook it over his. Your dress rides up in this position and you can feel your panties sliding up and down the material of his pants. It seems to be getting hotter in the crowd as other couples, just as lost in each other, bump against your backs and force you closer and closer until you're staring at him nearly nose to nose.

The track fades into another, a little slower with a stirring bass line that fills your gut with more heat. Your head spins. It's still so surreal to you that he's here and in your arms with his breath dangerously close to your lips. You know you're drunk, so perhaps this is all just an illusion. However, he leans in and dips his head down to your neck, and that unmistakable sensation of his pierced tongue running up your skin ripples through your hazy state. Thankfully the music is more than loud enough to drown out the unrestrained whine that escapes your throat. Your fingers grip at the short hairs at the base of his neck as you mold yourself even tighter to his dancing form.

Well, dancing is a word for it. More like you're straight up dry humping his leg while he nips and sucks at your sensitive skin, careful not to leave any marks as much as he'd like to. It's not like any of the other surrounding couples are keeping it together much better. The music fills your barely tethered mind and the bass rattles your bones, fueling the urgent need to get more of what he's offering with his mouth. But before you can tilt your head to capture his lips, he moves his hands to spin you around and pull your back flush against him, one arm around your waist while his other hand snakes up to wrap his fingers gently around your throat. He's hard beneath his pants, grinding against the plush of your ass as he breathes heavy against your neck.

Your vision shakes as if the massive subwoofers are inside of you. The lights, the vibrations of the music, Yuuji's hands groping at your body through your dress - it's all so overwhelming. You're not even sure if you're dancing anymore, legs wobbling weakly as you lean back into him, allowing yourself to be moved at his will. He bends his knees lower, grabbing the inside of your thigh and dragging his hand up into your dress, fingertips teasing you ever so cruelly over your panties. Fuck, it doesn't even matter that you're in a crowd- you want him to take you right now.

"Yuuji, please. I need you. I need you so fucking bad," you moan as you turn your head on his shoulder and press your lips to his ear.

He tightens his hold on you, contemplating just doing it. However, he knows better, and lets go of you, opting to grab your hand and lead you off the dance floor instead.

"Come on, let's get you some water," he sighs once you escape the sea of sweaty bodies.

"No," you pout at him, tugging at his hand in another direction. "Need the bathroom."

"Fine, but then we're getting some water," he agrees and follows you, who obviously needs someone to keep an eye on.

He waits outside the women's bathroom after you go in, trying to figure out what his next move should be - maybe find your friends to take care of you and call it a night. As much as his body tells him differently, he'd rather not take advantage of you, especially since you chose not to tell him you'd even be going out. Though he doesn't have a chance to dwell on that. He feels a hand on his shoulder, pulling him through the doorway to the women's room, and it's like he's in a different world of fluorescent lights rather than the flashing lasers of the club. He turns his head to see you as he stumbles to keep up with you marching over to the end stall.

"You little- What do you think you're doing?" He lectures as you drag him behind the swinging door and slide the lock.

You don't reply, simply fisting his black shirt in your hands and pulling him against you instead. You crash your lips to his, urging him closer until your back is against the tile wall, cold against your hot skin. He moans into your mouth, wanting to resist your temptation, but fuck- you keep doing that thing where you chase the steel ball on his tongue with the tip of yours. It makes his head go hazy, as if he's getting drunk off the faint flavor of a kamikaze shot that lingers in your lips.

Soon enough, he's pressing himself against you, nudging his knee between your thighs, hands squeezing at your tits over your dress. He can feel you smile, knowing that you've won. It aggravates him, muttering "evil woman" under his breath, but doesn't stop him from moving his hands lower and lower until he's cupping your ass, pulling you further up his thigh. Your leg snakes up and around his hip, thoughtlessly seeking more friction under your dress that's hardly even covering your lace undies anymore. He takes the cue, grabbing underneath your thighs and giving you a boost up for you to wrap your legs around his waist.

You continue your frenzied make out session like this, letting him drive you into the wall to help support you as he shuffles his pants undone and works to get them down past his hips. You're faintly aware of the ongoings in the club just on the other side of the walls, but all you can focus on is the wetness that's surely soaked through the thin material of your panties. Once his pants and boxer briefs are down far enough on his legs, you stifle a moan when you feel his cockhead poke against your clothed entrance and get smeared with your excess slick.

"This is crazy," you huff with a cheeky smile, eager for him to just be inside of you already. He smirks back at you and you swear that you could melt right on the spot.

"I like crazy."

That's when you hear the door to the restroom fly open, flooding the space with heavy bass and chatter. Your eyes go wide when you hear the familiar voices of your friends calling out your name. Yuuji grins at you impishly just before pressing his lips to your neck again, challenging you to keep quiet.

"I don't think she's in here," one of the girls says.

"She's probably with one of those brothers who were hitting on her earlier," says another.

"Good for her. The quicker she gets over her fuck buddy, the better."

Yuuji stops his teasing and looks at you with a frown. You go to open your mouth, but he quickly covers it with his hand. You can hear the shuffle of their shoes and heels, and you fight a groan, wishing they'd hurry up and leave despite your appreciation for the concern. However, they seem to be using this time to fix themselves in the mirror.

"The hairdresser? I thought she really liked him. He's hot."

Yuuji's expression lightens a bit at the compliment and tilts his head to the side in mock arrogance. You'd roll your eyes, but you're too nervous to hear where this conversation is headed.

"Yeah, too hot though. Apparently he's got a lot of women chasing after him. I don't blame her for not wanting to compete."

"Puh-lease. He'd be stupid not to try and pin down our girl."

"Well, duh. But it's probably exhausting having to guess where you stand while trying to keep things cool. Better to just establish that you're in control of yourself before you get hurt."

"I get that. I guess we can check out the bar again - ask the bartender if he's seen her."

You hear the girls snap and zip their bags shut and head out of the bathroom. Yuuji pulls his hand from your mouth. Despite your spinning head, you have the decency to feel embarrassed at the overheard conversation.

"Yuuji, I-"

"You think I'd two-time you?" He asks. Your heart strains when you see that he actually looks concerned.

"I don't think anything! I just- I know you have your pick. Figured it'd be easier for you if I wasn't trying to make whatever this is into something more, ya'know?" You reason, face feeling more warm than it should. Yes, you might be a little more attached to him than you try to let on, but this isn't how you ever planned on letting him know.

He huffs, brown eyes boring into yours just for a moment before crashing his lips to yours once again. He doesn't know what else to do- can't think of the words he could say right now to get through your inebriated state. So he hopes you feel something in his kiss, in the way his hands grip at the meat of your hips as if he's holding on for his life, and in the urgency of his cock thrusting against you desperate to get inside of your warmth.

And you certainly feel his want. It's a bit too much to handle with your head spinning with the vibrations of the wall on your back, the sugar and liquor swimming in your belly, and the fire in your core from how hot he feels against you. Still, you whine for him, helpless to your desire to have him even closer, to be completely his even if this is all entirely too frenzied.

"Yuuji, please. Wanna be yours. Make me yours," you beg.

You don't have to tell him. He wants it just as bad- wants you just as bad. He pushes your panties to the side and bites back a loud groan when your wet hot folds slide bare against him. All it takes is him lining up with your dripping hole for you to come sinking down on his cock, making your jaw go lax at the stretch.

He prays nobody walks in again, because he can't hold back once he's inside you to the hilt. God, you feel so fucking good. How could you not know that he's addicted to your pussy? That there's no other after knowing you? If only he could have you in his bed every night, and not some grimy nightclub bathroom. He'll make you all his, just like you asked for - a gift since he came unprepared.

He bucks up into you, leaning in to swipe his tongue over yours in a sloppy kiss that has you rolling your eyes back. He's so deep as gravity works to pull you down on his full length with every thrust. It nearly knocks the breath out of you with each stroke. He moans into your mouth and you swear you can see the stars and the planets as the sound echoes off the tiled walls.

"Gonna fuckin' fill you up. Gonna show you," he grunts, fingers digging into your ass. His blond hair sticks to his forehead from holding you up like this and fighting the sinfully tight grip of your cunt. He knows you're close and he can't hold on much longer either, too heated by your wanton cries and the trance-inducing bounce of your tits as the thin straps of your dress slide off your shoulders.

"Yuuji- I- Please-"

You couldn't even form a coherent sentence even if you were sober. Every drag of his dick sends you closer to the edge. All you can do is hopelessly wrap your arms tighter around his neck, pressing your forehead to his. You just hope he can understand the desperate look in your eyes and the strain in your voice.

"Yeah? You want that? I'll fuckin' take care of you. agggh!- Just take it. Be a good girl and take it, sweetheart. F-Fuck!"

He curses a few more times, hips slamming up into you as your legs shake from being held up like this for so long. Your thighs burn, but it's negligible to the high that rolls closer and closer until it spills over in waves of ecstasy rippling from your pulsing cunt. Both of you converge to try and swallow each other's moans, ending with him biting and sucking your lip as he lets out a throaty groan. His seed is hot against your walls and even as it drips out of you and onto the floor.

He doesn't even let you catch your breath before moving in to kiss you hard, too entranced by the glossy shine of your eyes to keep himself off you. He gently moves his hands to your waist as you unwrap your legs, though you wobble and stumble against him. He lets out a light laugh between heavy panting while struggling to hold you up, his own legs not much better than your own. You rest your head against his shoulder, taking in the mix of sweat and cologne with every shallow breath.

"Happy birthday to me," you mutter with a satisfied sigh.

"Yeah? You liked that, sweetheart? I think I can give you a lot more if you wanna get out of here," he says cheekily. "But first, water. I need it. You really need it."

You smile in your daze, still trying to find your legs as you fumble with the stall lock. You catch yourself on one of the sinks and immediately start giggling when you see your reflection in the mirror.

"Oh my god! Hahaaa! I look so fucked. Just wait for me out there. Gotta fix myself," you say sheepishly as you start to readjust your dress.

He agrees with a chuckle and gives you a quick peck on the temple before peeking out the door to make sure no one would suspect him coming out of the women's restroom. He sneaks out back into the noisy area and leans against the wall, trying to look innocent as he runs his hand through his damp hair.

"Yo, Terushima! You ever find that chick you were story-stalking on Instagram? I think I saw a party of girls over by the bar."

Yuuji looks up to see Bobata who had come with him and some of his other friends, but quickly turns his head when you come up from behind him and place your hand on his shoulder. His whole body goes cold in embarrassment at your telltale grin that says you heard what his old teammates had said.

"So, that's why you're here."

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#okay but me asking about petnames last week was me struggling to figure out what names he would use #and i was totes thinking 'sweetheart' but i wasnt entirely sure #and then you come in first saying you like 'sweetheart'#and i was like 'yes! got exactly what i was looking for here' sjdjdkskskshah

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