#underrated.collab

[meowdarame]

what he needs

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pairings: utsui takashi (ushijima’s dad) x f!reader x iwaizumi hajime

warnings: explicit language, SMUT (18+, minors DNI!!), threesome, age gap (30-ish years), daddy kink, vaginal sex, oral (m!receiving), reader is literally eiffel towered by iwa and ushi’s dad, spanking, degradation & praise, squirting, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of ass play/anal at the end (but none happens!), lmk if there’s anything that i missed!

synopsis: you’ve got utsui takashi wrapped around your pretty little finger, but there are two problems: 1) you’re dating his intern, iwaizumi hajime, and 2) you’re less than half his age. but just as he’s about to accept these unfortunate circumstances, utsui’s luck unexpectedly turns around when his pupil asks him an intrusive question...; 2.2k words 

notes: this is my second submission for the underrated character collab hosted by @meiansmistress​! this one-shot is just filth. pure filth. like i'm going to hell filth. but anyways, i hope you enjoy and likes and reblogs are always appreciated!

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Being honest, Utsui Takashi is extremely sexually frustrated.

His relationship with his ex-wife was sour, and their sex life during their marriage, to put it lightly, was stale. He could count on one hand the amount of sexual encounters during the entirety of the relationship, and most of them were in an effort to make his beloved son, Wakatoshi. The times they did fuck were just straight boring— if he had to describe his ex-wife in bed, he’d compare her to a dead fish, completely void of passion and intimacy. (But honestly, this comes as no surprise to him, since it’s on par with her stern and frigid personality.)

When he first moved to California after the divorce, he spent many nights in the arms of different lovers, women frequently coming and going between his bedsheets. But that time has since passed. 

It’s been years since he’s been on a date and an even longer time since he’s hooked up with someone, but it’s not because he physically can’t— despite being in his later middle ages, his body is still toned and firm due to his occupation requiring him to remain active. Instead, it’s because he just doesn’t have the time. During the week, he manages his own training center, teaching classes to children as young as kindergarteners and adults who are well into the latter years of their lives. On the weekends, he stays home and tends to his garden, harvesting plump and ripe vegetables and trimming the leaves of the Japanese maple that stands tall in his front yard.

On occasion, some women have caught his eye, like the hot single mom who brings her teenage son to weekly anaerobic training sessions or the sexy and shrewd young professional who frequents his gym after work. But no one has ever had his heart in as tight of a chokehold as you.

You’re a pretty little thing, always bringing your boyfriend Iwaizumi homemade lunches with a loving smile plastered on your face. Utsui couldn’t help but notice how short your skirts were, revealing pieces of fabric that barely covered your ass, and how sheer your tops were— on exceptionally hot days in Southern California, you would walk into his training center without a bra, nipples peeking through your white tank top.

Utsui knows that it’s wrong— hell, maybe even morally depraved— to think such naughty things about you. For starters, you were his apprentice’s girlfriend; he’s known about your relationship with Hajime since its inception and has seen it blossom. In fact, he was the one who encouraged Iwaizumi to ask you on a date, so it’d be on a different level of fucked up if he made a move on you.

Secondly, and even more damnedly, you’re less than half his age. Utsui is pushing 50 while you’re a college junior. You’re quite literally his son’s age— the fact that he is so entranced by someone young enough to be in the same graduating class as his own child is nauseating to him. Still, this doesn’t stop Utsui from sparing you quick glances whenever you help Iwaizumi teach his workout classes, his eyes watching your ass jiggle and tits bounce when you do jumping jacks.

One day, when his young intern awkwardly trudges into his office for sex advice, he thinks with his dick.

“Hey boss,” Iwaizumi starts, his deep and gruff voice now more meek than a mouse’s. “Can I ask you a question? It’s kinda TMI…”

Utsui sits back in his office chair as he signals for his pupil to take a seat. Iwaizumi quietly shuts the door and plops down on the chair in front of his mentor, a dejected look painted on his face.

“What’s up, Hajime?”

The young man lets out an exasperated sigh before explaining his predicament. “Uh, how do you make a girl squirt?”

Utsui’s eyebrows raise upon hearing the intrusive question. Oh, this should be interesting, He thinks to himself.

Iwaizumi continues, “You see, my girl, she’s been talking about wanting to do it for a while now. And we’ve been trying and trying, but I just can’t seem to get the movement right…” He shifts uncomfortably in his chair as his forehead begins to glisten from sweat. “I was wondering if you had any pointers or tips.”

Utsui couldn’t believe his luck. A smirk forms on the corners of his lips and he starts slowly, “You know, I’m a firm believer in hands-on learning.”

Takashi, shut up, He scolds himself.

“It’s difficult to explain what to do, and it’d be much easier to just show you.”

Takashi, what the fuck are you saying?!

“If you and your girl are comfortable, I’d be more than happy to coach you in-person.”

This most definitely violates some worker’s code. It’s by definition sexual misconduct in the workplace.

There’s a long pause as Iwaizumi contemplates his mentor’s proposition, leaving Utsui to ruminate in his thoughts. He grows anxious and desperately hopes that his careless statements don’t backfire in the worst way possible.

“Alright, that’s fine with me. I’ll ask my girl tonight and get back to you.”

In a much more uplifted spirit than when he first walked into the office, Iwaizumi rises from his seat and shouts, “Thanks boss!” before leaving the training center.

The fuck did he just get himself into?

Any worries Utsui had are immediately dispelled when he sees your naked body lying before him.

God, you’re even more ethereal than he could have ever imagined.

You lie splayed out on the massage table in the backroom of Utsui’s training center, the back of your head resting against Iwaizumi’s crotch. Your boyfriend holds the back of your thighs to give his mentor a better view of your pretty pussy, which is already glistening with your juices.

Utsui straddles the table and leans down on his forearm to get a better look at your cunt. His fingers pull the flesh of your lips back, and he groans at how perfect you are. So young and cute-- he cannot wait to ravage and defile you.

He flashes a quick look to Iwaizumi for consent, and his junior nods. He immediately gets to work, sliding his fingers up and down your slit to collect your juices before shoving his thick index and middle fingers in. His fingers run along the top of your gummy walls, searching for the ribbed flesh that he knows will have you babbling incoherently. He finds it, and immediately starts pumping and curling your g-spot.

“Hajime,” Utsui commands. “Look at my motions and take notes. Your strength comes from your forearms, not your fingers.”

Iwaizumi nods then looks down to see how you’re doing. You’re a complete mess— despite having been touched for only a few minutes, tears stream down your cheeks and your mascara smears all over your under-eyes; he wipes a trickle of your drool with the back of his hand and his thumb caresses your cheek as he praises you.

“You’re doing so good for us, babe,” Your boyfriend bends down and presses a kiss to your forehead. His hand snakes down your body and settles on your breasts, his thumb and index finger pinching and pulling your puffy nipples.

Oh how Takashi wishes he could lick and suck all over your tits, marking you up and claiming you as his.

Utsui’s movements become brutal, and he adjusts his position for better leverage so he can toy with your pussy with more force. His thumb begins to rub quick circles around your swollen clit, making your walls clench around him. He knows you’re close.

“M-Mr. Utsui,” Your voice is breathy and weak. “It’s t-too much, c-can’t take anymore.”

He leans forward and kisses your forehead, free hand cupping your face as he comforts you.

“It’s okay, princess,” He coos. “I know you can do it. Squirt for your daddies.”

Almost as if you were waiting for his permission, you lose control of your body, a clear liquid gushing out of your pussy and soaking Utsui’s hand and forearm. He fucks you through your intense orgasm, only removing his fingers once the fluttering of your pussy completely ceases.

Iwaizumi is so excited that you squirted so he bends over to capture your lips in a heated kiss. He can’t wait any longer— his cock strains in his gym shorts, and after stripping himself of his clothing, he flips you over onto all fours, lining up the head of his cock with your drooling hole.

As much as Utsui would love to stay and make you squirt over and over again until your juices soak the rolled-up sleeves of his dress shirt, he starts to shift uncomfortably and begins to feel like he’s no longer welcome in the room. But as he stands to leave, he feels a small hand wrap around his wrist, stopping him.

“Mr. Utsui, where are you going?” You question him, doe eyes staring up at him with faux innocence. “You can’t leave yet! We want to thank you for being so helpful, don’t we Haji?”

Iwaizumi grunts as he sheaths himself into your cunt in one swift thrust. “Hell yea.” He throws his head back as he basks in the warmth of your walls. “Anything that my pretty baby wants.”

You stare up at Takashi seductively, lowering your jaw and lolling your tongue out to let him know what you want.

If his own intern sees no issue with it and it’s what you want, then might as well satisfy you some more, right?

His shaky fingers unbuckle his belt and lower his pants to his mid-thigh. He drops the waistband of his briefs to just below his balls and brings your face to his crotch. You plant a soft kiss to the head of his cock and begin to kitten lick it. He throws his head back at the stimulation-- this is so much better than his hand.

Utsui grips the back of your head before slowly easing his entire length into your mouth. Once the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, he begins to rock his hips back and forth steadily to not hurt you.

Iwaizumi lands a harsh slap to your ass, the sound bouncing off the walls of the storage room. The force jolts you forward, pushing your head further down Takashi’s length. He has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from letting out a pitiful moan.

“You like that, huh slut? Like being taken from the front and the back by me and my fucking mentor? What a dirty little whore.”

Iwaizumi’s words clearly inflict their desired effect on you, and you whine around Utsui’s cock, vibrations traveling down his shaft and up his spine. He looks down at you, and seeing the constant stream of tears that spill out of your eyes, he cradles the side of your face with his large palm.

“I think she’s being such a good girl for us,” Utsui coos. “Do you wanna cum again, sweetheart? Think you can handle another one?”

You frantically nod around his dick, and muffled moans of “Yes, please!” come from your mouth.

“Hajime,” Utsui orders. “Toy with her clit a bit. Keep going until her pussy stops clenching around you.”

Iwaizumi does as he’s told, and when he starts rubbing frantic circles around your swollen nub, Utsui feels your throat tighten around him.

God, he’s so fucking close.

A few more swipes at your clit and you’re gushing all over Iwaizumi’s cock, your juices spraying onto his abdomen and thighs. Your boyfriend reaches his high not long after, filling your abused cunt to the brim with his cum.

Utsui is the last to cum, but once his pupil pulls out from your pussy and he sees a mixture of your juices and Iwaizumi’s cum ooze out of your gaping hole, it pushes him over the edge. He shoots his cum straight down your throat, you eagerly swallowing all of it. He pulls his dick out from your mouth and you continue to kitten lick his tip, making sure to clean him up completely.

God, he’s so in love with you.

Iwaizumi grabs you by your neck and pulls you flush against his chest. Turning your head, the two of you kiss passionately, tongues swirling around each other, making your boyfriend moan when he tastes his mentor’s cum on your lips.

Utsui grabs a towel on a nearby chair and cleans up your sweaty body. You smile and giggle at the older man, and it makes his heart swoon.

“Thank you, Mr. Utsui,” You whisper cutely, your eyes staring deeply into his. If you keep looking at him like that, he might just go into cardiac arrest with the way his heart is racing.

“Yea, thanks boss!” Iwaizumi chimes in enthusiastically.

Utsui chuckles and rubs the back of his neck as he stares down at the floor. “It’s really no big deal. Just wanna make sure you kids are able to have fun!”

Once again, your dainty little hand reaches out and grabs his wrist, effectively drawing his attention. Your pupils are blown out and your eyes are filled with lust as you seductively make another request.

“Mr. Utsui, can you teach Iwaizumi how to prep my ass? I really want him to fuck me there.”

You will quite literally be the death of him. But he doesn’t care— he’s been waiting damn near 50 years for a pussy as delicious as yours.

#underrated.collab #haikyuu!! #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu smut #iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi x reader #utsui takashi #Utsui Takashi x reader #🎲.writes #🎲.oneshots #tw.age gap #tw.daddy kink #tw.threesome #tw.spanking #tw.squirting #filth

[pazumane-archive]

Black Tie Affair

Pairing: Ennoshita Chikara x CisFem!Reader, NSFW PWP, ~8.1k

Summary: Chikara thought he had seen the last of you when you dumped him after the graduation ceremony, but an unexpected chance encounter at Tanaka and Kiyoko’s wedding brings you two back together again in more ways than one.

Genre/WC: Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Smut, Exes to Lovers, 8.1k.

THIS WORK IS NSFW SO MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. Blog rules are clearly stated in my pinned post.

Warnings: Unprotected hanky panky, oral (male and female receiving), edging, implied overstimulation, reader is VERY subby, Ennoshita is a n x i o u s, more shitty post banner making, this is canon-compliant and takes place after the timeskip so TIMESKIP-SPOILERS. Ending is pretty open to interpretation.

Notes:

Written for @meiansmistress’s Underrated Character Collab (Masterlist can be found here). Again, thank you for letting me join. You’re the best <3

I, uh... did not get this beta’d at all so there may be some mistakes. Hope you enjoy regardless!!

Do not repost my work on here or other platforms, especially platforms with lots of minors, such as TikTok.

Reblogs are very much appreciated! <3 Fic is under the cut.

Chikara expected to be asked to be the best man at Tanaka and Kiyoko’s wedding. While Tanaka had seemed closer to Nishinoya, he always relied on Chikara the most, whether it was for emotional or mental support. Besides, out of all the second years, he’s by far the most responsible, so he was the natural choice. So when Tanaka finally did ask him to be his best man, he wasn’t surprised.

What Chikara didn’t expect was for you, his ex-girlfriend, to be at the ceremony.

Of course, he knew that you had been invited to the wedding. Tanaka had even done the courtesy of checking with him before he sent the invitation. You were in his class all throughout both middle and high school, and a close friend, so Chikara wouldn’t ask him to choose between the two of you. It wouldn’t be fair to anybody involved. Yet, he hadn’t actually expected you to show up. So when you waltz into the reception, wearing a pale green dress that hugs your figure and perfectly complements your complexion, he’s startled, to say the least.

He didn’t actually see you during the ceremony itself, being too focused on his duties and making sure that Nishinoya didn’t embarrass anybody. However, due to his role as the best man, there’s no way you wouldn’t have seen him. And knowing you, you’re probably going to come right up to him... which you do as soon as he’s settled at his table.

He glances around for an excuse to walk away as you approach, but accepts the fact that escape is unavoidable as you bound over towards his table. Part of him is excited to see you, but part of him wishes that he asked Tanaka and Kiyoko not to invite you after all. But it’s their day, not his, so he puts on a brave face for his friends’ sakes.

“Oh my goodness, Chikara, hi!” you exclaim as you practically skip over to him, skirt swishing at your sides. “How long’s it been since we last saw each other?”

You know exactly how long it’s been... Ugh, stop it, Chikara. Play nice. For Tanaka.

It’s hard though, especially when you look this beautiful.

“Hey. It’s definitely been a while,” he mumbles, forcing a smile. He cringes internally, knowing how fake it must look. You give him an odd look, but continue the conversation anyway.

“What a crazy day. I’m still shocked that Ryu was the first one of us to get married,” you say. “And to Kiyoko, of all people!”

Who else would it have been? Us?

Instead he says, “I think it makes sense. Kiyoko’s always been the only girl for him.”

“I guess you’re right,” you say, laughing. “He was always really sweet on her.”

Chikara almost forgot the way your eyes light up when you laugh and his heart stutters in his chest at the sight. He downs his drink in one hasty gulp, the alcohol burning his throat and making him cough. You pat him firmly on the back until he stops coughing.

God, this is awkward.

“Woah there, you okay?” you ask.

“Yep,” he says flatly.

Chikara appreciates your attempt to be civil, but it’s hard for him to reciprocate when you look this damn beautiful. You ask him some question, but he has a hard time focusing as your last conversation replays in the back of his head for the first time since you broke his heart after your shared graduation ceremony three years ago.

“I think we should break up, Chikara.” “What?!” “I said we should break up.” “Wait, why? Did I do something wrong?” “No, you didn’t.” “Then why are you dumping me?” “I just think it would be for the best. You have your future all sorted out and I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. We’re going to be leading really different lives. I just don’t think it’s going to work out in the long-run.” “Wait, please don’t do this.” “We both know it’s for the best.” “You don’t know that. You don’t even want to try?” “We can still be friends.” “No, we can’t.” “What? Why not?” “I can’t just be your friend. It hurts too much.” “Chikara – ” “Don’t. Just don’t. You made your choice already.”

“Chikara?”

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” he asks, blinking himself out of his stupor.

“I just wanted to know how you’ve been,” you say.

“Oh. I’m fine.”

“How are your parents?” you ask.

“They’re fine too,” he says.

“Fine, huh,” you mumble, taking a long sip of your wine. “Come on. It’s your best friend’s wedding day, loosen up a little! Let me buy you a drink.”

You grab his sleeve and drag him towards the bar before he can protest, much like you used to drag him to karaoke on the weekends. You order a glass of red wine for yourself and another whiskey for him. As soon as the bartender is finished pouring your drinks, you take his whiskey before he can grab it and hold it just out of his reach.

“Now tell me how you actually are and I’ll give you your whiskey. How’s school going? Kinesiology, right?” you ask.

Chikara tilts his head in surprise. You actually remembered what he was going to school for.

“Uh, yeah,” he says, unable to stop the smile creeping at the corners of his lips. “I am.”

“Are you still wanting to be a physical therapist?”

“I am,” he says. Suddenly, the imaginary emotional barrier he had constructed around himself when you first approached him tonight starts to crumble, and he feels compelled to tell you more. “I’m actually starting observational rounds in Sendai next week.”

“That’s so exciting!” you exclaim, handing his whiskey back to him. “You’ve always been so good at helping people. You’re going to be great. Tell me more about it.”

After that, the two of you start to fall into easier conversation. Of course, the alcohol helps loosen his tongue a little – but he forgot how easy you are to talk to. You ask him all sorts of questions about school, his friends, and his family, and in turn, you tell him about your brief stint as a bartender in Tokyo, and how you’re now working odd jobs in Sendai until you save enough money to go to art school.

By the time you’re each on your fourth or fifth drink (Chikara lost track a long time ago), the two of you are laughing together like nothing has changed. He might be a little tipsy, but even so, he doesn’t miss the way your hand keeps grazing his every time you go to pick up your glass, or the way your gaze keeps drifting down to his lips every time he speaks. Chikara feels a surge of confidence, probably due to the liquid courage flowing through his veins, but the words don’t come out quite as smoothly as he’d like them to.

“You… you look really beautiful in that dress,” he stammers. “Not that you don’t look beautiful all the time, because you do! It’s just - uh…”

Chikara, you dumbass.

“Thank you!” you say happily. “You look really handsome yourself. This suit just looks so good on you.”

It’s the exact same suit that the rest of the groomsmen are wearing, but the comment makes him flustered anyway. Your tone and the way that you daintily trace your fingers along his neckline certainly doesn’t help either. Chikara knows for certain that the flush in his cheeks can’t just be attributed to the alcohol anymore. He orders another whiskey and takes a long sip from his glass.

“I’m really happy that I could come tonight,” you say, your fingers trailing up to his cheek. “You seem like you’re doing really well. It’s been so nice to see you again.”

“I’m happy you could come too,” Chikara says, leaning into your touch.

A goofy, drunken smile breaks out across his face and your cheeks heat up. Chikara finds himself tilting your chin towards his, the distance between the two of you rapidly closing. His heart thunders in his chest as your eyes flutter closed and your breath fans softly against his mouth. He parts his lips and…

“Chikara!”

Nishinoya’s voice cuts through the music, and the moment is lost. Chikara abruptly straightens up as Nishinoya comes bounding over, hair mussed and dress shirt unbuttoned down to his chest. His eyes flit between the two of you, and a devious grin spreads across his face, one that fills Chikara with apprehension. He takes another sip of his whiskey as Noya greets you enthusiastically.

“Hey, long time, no see! Nice dress. You look great!” “Hi, Noya!” you exclaim. “Thank you so much! You look like you’re having fun.” “Oh, I am! I came looking for Chikara, but it looks like he’s in good hands,” Noya says, clapping him on the back unexpectedly hard. Chikara stumbles forward, unable to catch himself in time… and tips the rest of his drink all over the front of your dress.

“Shit!” Chikara exclaims as you let out a little surprised squeak. “I’m sorry.”

He sets his glass down, shoots a furious glare at Noya, and takes you by the hand. He leads you out of the banquet hall and down the long corridor by the elevators.

“Chikara, hold on!” you laugh. “Where are you taking me?”

“I just ruined your dress, the least I can do is help you clean it up,” he replies.

“It’s just a little whiskey,” you say. “I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

You tug on his sleeve and the two of you come to a stop in front of the elevators. A floor-length mirror decorates the opposite wall. You glance over at your reflection in the glass. A golden-brown stain is splattered across your chest, standing in stark contrast to the pale green fabric of your dress. Chikara watches you trail your fingertips over the whiskey stain, eyes flitting down towards your chest. You clear your throat suddenly, and Chikara turns his gaze up towards you. You hold it silently until you both break into a fit of tipsy giggles.

“I suppose it is a pretty bad stain,” you laugh. “Here, let me show you.”

You take his hand and guide it towards you. Your dress is damp to the touch as he runs his hand over the stained fabric. You hum quietly as he gingerly touches your chest.

“You got me good, didn’t you?” you ask airily.

Chikara accidentally ghosts his hand over the swell of your breast and jerks his hand away, but you catch it before he can get away.

“It’s fine,” you say, coaxing his hand back to where it was. “I like it when you touch me.”

Chikara’s heart pounds in his chest as he tentatively squeezes your breast. Your nipple pebbles under his palm and he quickly comes to the realization that you’re not wearing a bra. When his thumb catches on your stiffening peak, you let out the most perfect little sigh, a sound that makes Chikara’s cock twitch between his legs.

“You know,” you say, “I’ll probably have to take my dress off if I wanna wash it properly. Do you think you could help me with that?”

*

As soon as the elevator doors close behind you, you grab Chikara by his tie and crash your lips to his. You press your body right to his, trailing your hands down his chest and tugging his shirt out of his dress pants. He breaks the kiss to look for the button that would send the elevator up to his floor, and as soon as he presses it, his hands are back on you.

His fingers run up and down your back and over the curve of your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. You drag your leg up his thigh and Chikara is quick to react, hoisting you up so you can wrap your legs around his waist. Your skirt hikes up higher around your thighs, revealing your lacy black panties to him. Chikara swears under his breath and stumbles forward, slotting his lips against yours again.

Bracing you up on the railing, he swipes his tongue along your bottom lip, desperate to taste you. You eagerly part your lips for him and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You taste sweet, like the red wine you’ve been sipping all night, and it makes him groan. When your hands trail down to his belt buckle, he breaks the kiss and pulls away.

“We should get back to my room first,” he says, trying to catch his breath. “Somebody might see.”

“Don’t care,” you say, grabbing him by his belt and pulling him back in. You grind on him, pulling a surprised gasp from his lungs.

The elevator jerks to a stop and Chikara is quick to set you back on the ground, pulling your dress back down over your butt. The doors open and he takes your hand, dragging you down the hall with determination. When he stops in front of his room, you unbuckle his belt and run your hand over his crotch, lightly squeezing his half-hard bulge through his pants. Chikara fumbles with his key, nearly dropping it on the ground and making you giggle. When he finally gets the door open, you push him inside and close the door behind you, immediately pouncing on him again.

“Weren’t… you gonna… wash that… stain out of your dress?” Chikara asks between hurried and desperate kisses.

“It can wait,” you say, pushing him back towards the bed.

The back of Chikara’s knees knock against the bedframe and he stumbles backwards, bouncing back onto the mattress. He tries to sit back up, but you don’t let him, pushing him back on the bed and clambering into his lap. Your fingers fumble with the buttons on his dress shirt, but you eventually manage to get the last button undone. You slot your lips against his again, pressing your bodies together and running your hands all over his bare chest. Your touch is electric on his skin, and Chikara’s cock strains against his slacks almost painfully, begging for some kind of relief. You grind your covered cunt along his hardened length and Chikara throws his head back with a needy groan.

“I wanna see you, Chikara,” you whisper, sliding off his lap and kneeling between his legs.

You make quick work of taking off his pants, sliding them down his legs and letting his cock spring free. It slaps back on his stomach, little droplets of his precum splattering on his skin. Your mouth drops open slightly as you take the base of his cock in your hand. Chikara jumps at the contact, palms sweating and breaths coming harder than usual.

“Chikara,” you whisper. “You have such a pretty cock.”

Before he can respond, you take the head between your lips, swiping your tongue over his slit and pulling a loud moan from his throat.

“Fuck, do that again,” he says, holding himself up on his elbows. “Please.”

You wink at him and circle your tongue around his head one more time before taking him fully into your mouth. Everything feels so warm and wet as you drag your tongue up his shaft, and his cock jumps in your mouth. You close your eyes and relax your jaw, taking him even further. The tight squeeze of your throat is so intense that it’s almost overwhelming, and his hand flies to the back of your head to ground himself. You begin to bob your head up and down over his length, peeking back up at him and innocently batting your eyelashes as if you aren’t taking his dick halfway down your throat. Chikara’s dick twitches in between your lips, and you hollow your cheeks even further, sending an intense wave of pleasure through his whole body.

“Fuuuuck,” Chikara groans, fisting his fingers tightly in your hair. “So good.”

You moan around his length as you bob up and down on his cock. The wet drag of your lips and mouth are so overwhelming that his balls tighten and a shiver runs through his body.

“I’m gonna come if you don’t–fuuuuck,” he moans.

He tries to pull you off, but you grip his thighs and push your head down until your nose brushes against his abdomen. When you look directly into his eyes and slowly swallow, he comes down your throat with a loud cry. You hum around him, continuing to swallow and suckle at his sensitive head until the sensation becomes too much and he has to pull you your head away.

Sitting back on your knees, you open your mouth to show him that you’ve swallowed everything you’ve given him. Chikara groans, propping himself up on one arm and pulling you into a sloppy kiss with the other. He can taste himself on your tongue and it pulls a low, rumbling moan from his chest. You push him back down on the mattress, straddling him and pulling your dress over your head in one fast motion. Your breasts hang heavy from your chest, and Chikara realizes as he drinks in your form - this is the first time he’s ever seen you laid bare like this. His hands still at his sides, yet he’s so eager to touch you, eager to please you, eager to make you scream… it’s overwhelming.

“Touch me, Chikara?”

Chikara’s entire body goes rigid at your request. He’s not a virgin by any means - he’s had a handful of flings since starting college, but none of them really meant anything to him. But this time… this time is different. And with the only exception being when he was subbed in after Daichi’s injury back in his second year of high school, he’s the most nervous he’s ever been in his life. It’s almost as if you sense his nerves, because you lean down and kiss him reassuringly.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you whisper against his lips, the smell of wine on your breath flooding his senses.

“No,” he stammers. “I want to. Sorry, I’m just - just a little nervous.”

“Don’t be,” you murmur with a smile. You give him another gentle kiss and prop yourself above him on your elbows, breasts dangling tantalizingly in front of his eyes.

Chikara tentatively tilts his chin up, wrapping his lips around one of your pert nipples and circling his tongue around the stiffening bud.

“F-fuck,” you whimper. “That feels good.”

Reaching up, he takes your other tit in his hand and carefully squeezes the soft flesh, tweaking your nipple between his fingertips and making you whine.

“Yes, fuck,” you moan softly, taking his free hand and guiding it down towards your clothed pussy. “Need more. Please.”

Chikara trails his hand down your body, over the curve of your stomach and the lace of your panties. He delicately cups your sex in his hand, pushing aside your panties and feeling the wetness pooling between your legs. He moans into your tit, grazing his teeth over your nipple. Your nails dig into his shoulders, pressing little crescent moons into his flushed skin.

He swirls his fingers through your folds before slowing pressing his middle finger into your soaking pussy. You whine quietly as he carefully pumps his finger in and out of your wet heat. Soon, he pushes a second finger in, and then a third, gently scissoring them inside of you. Thrusting even more deeply, he curls his fingers experimentally and you cry out when he brushes a bumpy spot inside your walls.

“Fuck, right there, please!” you beg, cunt pulsing around his fingers. You grind down harder on his hand, gripping his shoulders to brace yourself.

“My clit, Chikara, please,” you whimper.

Chikara swipes his thumbs over your folds exploratorily, sucking harder at your tit. “A little higher,” you say, guiding his thumb toward the sensitive bundle. When his thumb catches on the bud, you squeeze even harder around his fingers and moan loudly. Chikara keeps his thumb there, rubbing careful circles around your clit and drawing long whines from you as he fucks you with his fingers.

“Is that good?” he asks.

“Yeah, so good,” you whimper. “Don’t stop.”

Bracing you with his other hand, Chikara nibbles at the soft fat of your tit, leaving a trail of love bites across your chest. You grind down on his hand, and every time his fingers catch that soft spot inside of you, you mewl and beg for more. Chikara can tell you’re getting close from the way your cunt pulses around his fingers and how your whines get higher and higher.

“Please,” you mewl. “I’m so close.”

Just as you’re about to fall apart, Chikara rips his fingers from your pussy and rolls you underneath him in one swift motion. You whine and open your mouth to protest, but your complaint is muffled when Chikara presses his fingers down on your tongue.

“Suck,” he says. You turn to putty in his hands, closing your lips around his fingers and swirling your tongue around them. The ease with which you submit to him sends a wave of confidence through Chikara and he bends low to your ear.

“See you good you taste?” he asks lowly, nibbling on your earlobe.

“Mmm-hmm,” you whimper, a violent shudder running through your body.

“And you wouldn’t deprive me of that, would you?” he whispers, leaning back over you.

You look up at him with glassy eyes and shake your head no. The way you suck harder on his fingers has him choking back a moan, and he pulls them from your mouth.

“Turn over for me.”

You squirm underneath him, and Chikara sits back on his heels so you can roll onto your stomach. As you settle on your hands and knees, he removes his shirt the rest of the way and throws it on the ground.

“Let me see that pretty pussy of yours,” he whispers, grabbing your hips and pulling your ass up in the air.

He quickly yanks down your panties and you kick them off to the side. You arch your back and wiggle your ass for him, smirking mischievously at him from over your shoulder. You gasp when he suddenly brings his hand down hard across your ass cheek. He soothes the sting by pressing light kisses across your skin, before leaning in close to your entrance.

“Fuck,” he says, spreading your cheeks and admiring the way your slick shines on the soft petals of your pussy. “You’re so wet.”

“Are you just gonna stare, or –ahhhh!”

Your teasing is interrupted when Chikara licks a long, flat stripe between your folds, lapping up your slick and pushing it back into your weeping hole. You cry out again, falling down to your shoulders and burying your face in the pillow, gripping the sheets that your knuckles turn white. Chikara takes one cheek in each hand, massaging your ass and fucking you with his tongue. The pillow muffles your voice, but the way your slick dribbles down his chin tells him everything he needs to know. He feels you shift under him and your trembling voice gives him pause.

“Please,” you whimper. “Need more.”

Chikara hums into your cunt and reaches between your legs, stroking your clit methodically. You grind back on his face and chant his name like a quiet prayer. Your sheer desperation for him sparks a fire in Chikara’s body that goes straight to his cock. He increases his pace on your clit and moans into your cunt. You throw your head back, crying out in pleasure. You’re so needy, so responsive, and it fuels Chikara more than he’d like to admit. You beg him for more, more, more, and his cock twitches back to life between his legs, burning with the need to fill you. He wants to fuck you so bad, to make you scream his name and beg for his cum. But first, he wants to feel you gush all over his face.

He pulls his tongue out of your cunt and replaces it with two of his fingers, slowly pumping them back and forth. He feels around inside you carefully, curling his fingers until he finds that soft spot that had you crying out for him earlier. When he finally reaches it, you moan shamelessly, pushing back into his hand.

“How does that feel?” he asks, pressing a hot kiss to your right ass cheek and making you whine.

“Feels so good,” you answer breathily.

“I want you to come all over my tongue, can you be a good girl and do that for me?”

“Yeah,” you mewl, pussy clenching around his fingers.

“You like that?” he asks. “You like when I call you my good girl?”

“Fuck, yes,” you whine. “Wanna be your good girl.”

He rewards you by running his tongue up and down your folds again, quickly finding your clit again and swirling his tongue around it. You push back into his face, desperate for more friction, desperate for him. Chikara feels his balls tighten between his legs at your growing restlessness, so he wraps his free hand around his throbbing cock, still damp with your saliva, and pumps it in his fist in time with his fingers.

“Shit, I’m so close,” you whimper.

Chikara flicks his tongue over your folds faster and more deliberately. He feels your pussy start to spasm around his fingers again, and you come with a loud cry of his name. Chikara quickly rips his fingers out of you and presses his tongue to your cunt, desperate to lap up every drop of your release. You grind back on his face, and Chikara greedily sucks and slurps up your release as it coats his lips and tongue.

As much as he wants to take you, the taste of you is so intoxicating that part of him wishes he could keep his face between your legs as long as possible. He lazily drags his tongue all around your cunt until you shake and whimper under his touch. Leaving one last hot, open-mouthed kiss on your core, he sits back up and groans into your skin.

“You taste so fucking good,” he groans.

Precum dribbles from the tip of Chikara’s cock, aching with the need to fuck you. He grips his cock and rubs the head along your glistening folds, hissing at just how wet and warm you feel. When his tip brushes against your sensitive clit, your body jerks under his touch and you cry out.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“I’m great,” you answer, reaching back towards him. He takes your hand and squeezes it reassuringly.

“Can I fuck you?” he asks.

“Please,” you say breathlessly, wiggling your butt for him just like you did before. “Want you so bad.”

Chikara leans over you, moving your hair over your other shoulder and leaving wet kisses along the side of your neck.

“Ride me,” he whispers into your skin. “Wanna see your face when you come.”

You look back at him over your shoulder. Your expression is soft, but the want in your eyes is undeniable. You quickly move out of the way and Chikara takes your place, lying flat on his back, his stiff cock slapping wetly against his stomach. You straddle him once again, grinding down on his dick and making him moan.

“Wait,” Chikara says, squeezing your thighs. “Do you have a condom?”

“I’m clean and on birth control,” you say, swiping your wet folds along his length again. “Please, Chikara. Just fuck me. Need you.”

Chikara can’t find it in himself to care about the potential consequences when you say his name so prettily, so when you take hold of his dick to guide it towards your heat, he lays back and lets you do so.

You throw your head back and let out the sweetest of moans as you sink down on his length. You look so beautiful above him, and your walls feel so snug around his cock that it’s almost too much for him to bear. Chikara curses under his breath as you rock your hips forward, your juices leaking down his shaft and pooling on his thighs.

Chikara reaches up, cupping your breast in his hand and sucking another mark right next to your nipple. Mewling quietly, you sit back, lifting yourself carefully and dropping yourself back down on his dick. Chikara lets out a choked moan and his hands fly to your hips. He throws his head back in pleasure, neck straining almost painfully against the pillows.

“So big,” you moan as you slowly fuck yourself on his cock. “Feels so good. I’m so full.”

“Fuuuuck,” he groans, squeezing your waist. He chances another look up at you, tilting his head forward and taking in your form in the dim lamplight. Your unabashed praise and the utterly blissed-out look on your face sparking something primal in him. He grips your hips tightly, thrusting into your heat as you bounce up and down on his cock, guided by his firm hands on your hips.

You fall forward on his chest as he fucks into you harder and kiss him messily, tongue laving over his. The wet squelching of your bodies slapping together and your breathy moans are like music to his ears. You’re so wet, and squeezing him so tightly that it takes nearly all of his willpower to not blow his entire load right away. He carefully drops a hand to the space between your legs, finding your clit again and drawing tight circles around it.

“Look at me,” Chikara says commandingly, increasing his pace on your clit and grinding harder into you. You do as he says, eyes hazy with pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs. “Wanna make you feel good, baby.”

“I… I’m so close,” you mewl. “Please. Let me come, Chikara.”

He nods, putting more gentle pressure on your clit and bucking into you even more aggressively. You gasp and shift above him, back arching and head thrown back. Your hair cascades down your shoulders and you cry out in euphoria, the dim light of the bedside lamp casting an angelic glow over your body as you come.

Chikara can’t remember ever seeing something so beautiful.

You collapse forward on Chikara’s chest, back heaving with heavy breaths. Intertwining his fingers in your hair, he kisses you with a voracious hunger he didn’t realize he was even capable of possessing. Your tongues tangle together messily, making him moan into your open mouth. You set your forehead on his when you break the kiss, panting heavily.

“I’m not done with you yet,” Chikara says, wiggling out from underneath you. He gently pushes you to the side until you lay face-down in the sheets. Quickly moving behind you, he lifts your hips up and fully seats his cock back inside you in one swift push, ripping a surprised gasp from you. He fucks you slowly at first, savoring the intense squeeze of your pussy yet again. Despite both of the intense orgasms he’s given you tonight, you push your ass back into him and moan, begging for more.

And who is he to not oblige your request?

Chikara speeds his thrusts up into a much more brutal pace, heavy balls slapping your clit and making you scream. He can feel how much deeper he reaches at this angle, and he shudders as your silken walls spasm around his cock. Fisting a hand in your hair, he pulls you up to your knees and presses your back against his chest. His other arm snakes down your torso and lands between your legs, just over your soaked core. He holds you tightly as he fucks up into you and mercilessly rolls your abused clit between his fingers, pulling another ragged moan from you. Your pussy flutters around him and you weakly grope at his hand.

“S-sensitive,” you slur.

“I know,” Chikara grits out. “But you’re being so good. I know you can take it. You can take it, right?”

You nod almost drunkenly, tipping your head back against his shoulder. You clench around him again, and he hisses and tightens his grip in your hair. Tilting your head to the side, he bites down on that spot where your neck meets your shoulder, sucking hard until a dark mark blooms on your skin. He quickly soothes it with flat licks of his tongue, and you whimper his name again. Letting go of your hair, he reaches around and fondles your tit in his hand instead, squeezing the soft flesh and tugging on your nipple. You sigh at his touch and roll your hips back to meet his thrusts. Trying to stabilize yourself with the little strength you have left, your hand leaves his arm and curls around the back of his head, fingers threading through his trimmed hair.

“That’s my girl. You like being fucked like this?” Chikara groans in your ear.

“Uh huh,” you whimper, turning your head and kissing him messily. “So deep.”

“Fuck, I can tell,” he huffs into your open mouth. “You’re suckin’ me in so well.”

“Ple…please,” you whine, tugging so hard on his hair that it hurts. “More.”

“What? You wanna come again?” he asks condescendingly.

“Uh huh.”

“So-fuck… so fuckin’ greedy,” he grunts. “Be a good girl and beg for it.”

You moan at his command and push your ass into him again.

“Please,” you whimper. “Please make me come. I need it. Need you.”

“Tell me who’s making you feel this good,” he grunts, increasing his speed and pressure on your clit.

“You are!” you cry out, pressing your ass into him even harder.

“Tell me who you belong to.”

“You!” you repeat, panting and shaking in his hold.

“Say my name.”

“I’m yours, Chikara! All yours! Always yours!” you practically sob, tears pricking at your eyes from the overstimulation.

“Be a good girl and come for me.”

The tight coil in your core snaps once again and you come with a loud cry, cunt pulsating around Chikara’s dick. You shudder in his grasp as your orgasm rips through you and you fall forward on the mattress, utterly boneless and unable to catch yourself. Chikara can’t help the loud and throaty moans that spill from his lips at the feeling of you coming so fucking hard for him, pussy still spasming around his throbbing dick. He grips your waist and situates himself just above you, hips snapping ruthlessly against the plush curve of your ass. You whimper underneath him as he desperately chases his own release, fucking into your dripping pussy with unrestrained fervor. He’s sure you can feel how close he is, with the way his dick twitches inside you and the way the pace of his thrusts becomes more and more erratic.

“Where do you want me?” he chokes out, on the verge of losing himself to you.

“Inside, Chikara, please!” you cry. “Fill me up, please! Want your cum so bad. Please.”

Chikara shudders and burrows his head into the crook of your neck. He bites down on your neck again, sucking another mark into your skin and making you cry out. After a few more harsh thrusts, Chikara spills into your heat with a loud groan of your name, sending rope after rope of his cum into your cunt and making you whine. White hot pleasure consumes his entire body, and his thrusts grow slower and shallower as he milks himself of every last drop of his release. His body feels like it’s on fire as he comes down from his high.

And suddenly, he remembers where he is.

As soon as he finds it in himself to calm down and get the feeling in his legs back, Chikara hastily pulls out of you. He scrambles off the bed towards the bathroom, but your quiet question stops him in his tracks.

“Where are you going?”

Chikara glances over his shoulder at you. You roll over onto your back and spread yourself prettily on the bed. Moonlight trickles in through the opening in between the curtains, casting a tantalizing glow over your skin. His eyes rake over your naked body, and he desperately tries to ignore the way his cum slowly leaks from your pussy. Chikara swallows hard, trying his best to disregard the heat that flares inside of him yet again.

“Gotta clean up,” he says, gesturing towards the bathroom.

“Aren’t you gonna at least give me a kiss before you run off?” you ask with stars in your eyes.

He knows he shouldn’t. But your sleepy and fucked out smile makes his heart clench in his chest and lures him back in.

You really have no idea what you do to him.

Chikara makes his way back to the bed, leaning over you and planting a chaste kiss on your lips. But when he tries to pull away, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and try to deepen the kiss.

“Settle down,” he says, prying your arms off of himself and stepping away.

“Fine,” you huff, pursing your lips in a cute little pout.

Chikara hurries into the bathroom and locks the door. He grabs the nearest towel, wets it, and wipes down his dick and thighs. As soon as he dries off, he takes a long look at himself in the mirror. His face is still flushed, his hair is sweaty and wild, and lipstick stains are slathered across his neck and chest. There’s no way he can return to the reception looking like this without rumors flying around, and if you look half as messy as he does, you probably aren't going to be able to go back any time soon either. He sighs and splashes his face in the sink before wiping the lipstick off his skin and grabbing a fresh washcloth for you to clean yourself along with a cup of water. By the time he’s done and gets up the courage to leave the bathroom, you knock on the door and Chikara nearly jumps out of his skin.

“Are you almost done in there? I need to pee.”

“Uh, yeah,” he says, opening the door.

You stand before him in all your naked splendor. The smile you give him is so soft that it makes his heart feel like it’s sunk into his stomach. You look so beautiful with your mussed hair and the marks he sucked into your skin on full display. He begins to feel overcome with the urge to kiss you breathless yet again, but he fights it back and clears his throat awkwardly.

“Here,” he says, handing you the washcloth and water, and quickly exiting the bathroom before he feels even more tempted to touch you. After slipping his boxers back on, he climbs into bed and stares at the ceiling, hoping that he falls asleep before he has to see you smile at him like that again. Your words echo painfully in his mind and he squeezes his eyes shut.

“I’m yours, Chikara! All yours! Always yours!”

It felt so good hearing you scream those words, but it stings to think about it now, knowing that it’s just one of those things that people say in the heat of the moment. Why would you actually mean those words, especially when they’re about him?

Chikara buries his face into the pillows in frustration. Now that he’s finally had you, finally been able to show you what you mean to him, he’s going to lose you again just as quickly as he did before. And it hurts so bad, pretending that you were his again, even if it was for just one night.

No, you’ve never truly been his. He’s an idiot for tricking himself into thinking otherwise. He rolls over, letting out a defeated sigh and dragging his hands down his cheeks.

The click of the bathroom door opening shakes Chikara from his negative train of thought, and he quickly rolls over to face away from the bathroom door, pretending to be asleep. The only noise in the room is the quiet pitter-patter of your feet along the carpeted floor. The mattress dips down next to him and he can hear the sheets rustling beside him. You slide in under the covers next to him and snuggle into his back.

Chikara’s breath hitches when you place several featherlight kisses along his back and shoulders, and he knows that you know he’s still awake. He carefully wiggles from your grasp and rolls over, only to be greeted by your sleepy, cute smile.

“Hey,” you whisper, eyes blinking slowly with fatigue.

“Hey,” he answers quietly.

You press your lips to his once more, but unlike your frantic kisses on the elevator, this one is unhurried, languid, and gentle, and Chikara can’t help but kiss you back. This time, he pours everything he wishes he could say into this kiss. How much he misses you, how much he wants you back, how afraid he is of getting his heart broken again. You break the kiss first and wrap an arm around his waist, trailing your fingertips up and down his back.

“Hold me?” you ask quietly.

“Okay.”

Chikara tentatively wraps his arms around you and you snuggle into him, snaking one of your legs between his.

“Missed you so much, Chikara,” you murmur sleepily against his lips. “Wanted you back for so long.”

God, how he wishes you wouldn’t say things like that when you don’t mean it.

Soon, your breathing slows and deepens into a steady, sleepy pattern. Once he’s sure you’re asleep, Chikara runs his fingers through your hair, hoping that the painful thundering of his heart doesn’t wake you. “I missed you too,” he whispers, blinking away the tears that threaten to fall from his eyes.

Holding you like this hurts. Lying here, feeling your legs intertwined with his hurts. The lingering scent of your shampoo invading his senses hurts. Yet, he doesn’t have the heart to get out of bed or wake you and ask you to go. So for now, he’s going to hold you close one last time before you leave him behind and break his heart yet again.

*

The other side of the bed is cold when Chikara wakes up the next morning. He’s not surprised, but that doesn’t alleviate the pained heartache he feels at your absence. He sits up, looking around for any sign of you, but your dress is no longer on the floor and your phone is gone too. Running a hand through his hair, he rolls over and reaches for his phone on the bedside table. No messages from you, but a bunch from Nishinoya and two from Tanaka.

Nishinoya: Chikara!! You two ran out so fast that I didn’t have a chance to apologize for bumping in to both of you like that. Everything okay? Nishinoya: Where are you, dude? Nobody’s seen you in a while. Nishinoya: Did the two of you…? Nishinoya: I see... Make sure to wrap it before you tap it! ;)

Tanaka: My man!! Don’t think I didn’t see the two of you sneaking out together LMAO Tanaka: See you soon, brother. Thanks for everything.

Chikara sighs in exasperation and drops his phone on the bed. He’s supposed to be the responsible one, so how could he be so damn stupid?

Whatever.

At least Tanaka doesn’t seem to be mad about him ditching the end of the reception.

Suddenly, Chikara hears the sound of the toilet flushing inside the bathroom. He bolts upright in surprise and immediately regrets it, pain thrumming through his head from the untold number of whiskey shots he had last night. He looks around for something to put on, settling for his discarded dress shirt. By the time he’s slipped it on, you step out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but his undershirt and your panties. Your nipples peek through the thin white fabric of his shirt, and Chikara has to force himself to look away, lest he be drawn back into your trap again.

“Good morning,” you say happily, coming over and placing a chaste kiss on his cheek.

“Morning,” he says curtly.

If you notice his tone, you don’t acknowledge it, instead walking over to the coffee maker.

“I had a pretty bad headache this morning, so I made some coffee. Do you want some?” you ask. “I’ve been up for a while so it’s probably not very hot anymore.”

“No.”

You glance back over at him, pursing your lips and furrowing your brow.

“Okay… well, it’s there if you change your mind.”

Chikara’s heart and mind both race as you slip back into the bathroom.

What are you still doing here?

The only noise in the hotel room is the muffled sound of the faucet running behind the closed bathroom door. Chikara sits there in silence, anxiously waiting for you to emerge again. His heart and his mind are at war with each other as he waits. There are so many things he wants to say, yet all his thoughts are conflicting.

I miss you. I don’t want to see you again.

Take me back. Please leave.

It’s all just so confusing. He fully expected you to be gone when he woke up in the morning, but you weren’t. You’re still here. And you’re wearing his clothes.

God, he hates how good you look in his clothes.

The bathroom door clicks open again, pulling Chikara out of his stupor, but doing nothing to settle his nerves. You step out of the bathroom, wearing your dress that you wore last night. The fabric is damp around your chest, and the whiskey is mostly washed out, but there’s still a slight golden smudge along your neckline. Chikara’s shirt is folded carefully when you hand it to him. Your fingers graze his arm slightly and he pulls away like your touch somehow burned him. Your frown deepens and you turn towards the door.

“I can tell you don’t want me here, so I’ll just go,” you murmur. “I’m sorry. Goodbye, Chikara.”

“That’s not true,” Chikara blurts out as you make your way towards the door. You freeze, your gaze locked on the ground. Neither of you speak for some time.

“Why are you still here?” Chikara asks, breaking the silence. “I thought you’d be gone by now.”

“Because I wasn’t lying when I said that I missed you last night,” you say, turning around and looking at him, regret and hurt in your eyes. Chikara swears his heart stops for a moment when the words pass your lips. “I know how badly I hurt you when I left. And I know I can’t just magically fix what I did. I just thought… I just thought that after last night, maybe we could start over. But I understand if you don’t want to see me again.”

Your voice trails off and you look at him sadly. The sight makes Chikara’s heart drop once again.

“Is that what you want?” you ask.

“I don’t know what I want,” Chikara admits after another pregnant pause.

You worry your lower lip between your teeth, eyes darting around the room like you’re looking for something. You hurry over to the bedside table and open the drawer. Next to the Gideon Bible is a small notepad with the hotel’s logo stamped across the bottom of each page. You scribble a handful of digits down on the first sheet, tear it off, and hand it to him.

“I don’t know if you still have my number, but if you make up your mind, call me,” you say. “Let me take you out to dinner. Okay?”

And with that, you leave Chikara’s hotel room with a quiet goodbye. He holds the paper in his hands, eyes scanning over the digits of your phone number. It’s still the same number you had in high school, and somehow, he still has it memorized, even after all these years. Within a matter of minutes, he grabs his phone and types out a single message to you.

“Just one dinner.”

Sent.

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[mimi-cee-hq]

A Small Gift - Akiteru x f!reader

Summary: Akiteru gave you a gift but never saw your reaction. He only knows if you liked it when he sees another guy hitting on you.

Genre, etc.: fluff, cute, funny, getting together

Words: 0.7k

*****

Akiteru ducks back into aisle seven, hoping you didn't see him. He backs into Kei in the process.

"What are you doing?" Kei asks him.

Akiteru presses his lips together. He shouldn't have left your present at the front counter of the community centre. You probably thought it was too much. He was just some guy who liked to chat with you when he handed you the gym keys – even if you first knew each other from high school.

He peeks around the corner to see you in front of the row of shampoo bottles. Kei comes up from behind him, walking past him, about to make himself seen. Akiteru tugs back on his shirt to stop him.

Kei scrunches his brows but groans after quickly realizing why his brother's acting this way. He's been at the community centre before.

He enters the aisle anyway.

Akiteru freezes but you haven't noticed Kei yet. Instead, you're occupied with someone else.

"I don't work here," you tell the guy who approached you.

He's tall, likely the same height as Kei, with dark styled curls on his head. He seems to be in college as well, wearing lounge clothes as he carries a basket with a few video games, chips and a pack of razors.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that," he says, rubbing the back of his neck. "I only wanted help picking out a housewarming gift for my cousin." He bites his lip while giving you a nervous smile. "You just seem like you have good taste."

"Oh. Umm..." You fiddle with the small pendant dangling around your neck. "How about one of those gift baskets?" you hastily suggest. A wrapped basket of soaps and lotions sat in front of the two of you.

"I guess I should've noticed that," the guy says with a nervous laugh. "So… what kind of gifts do you like?"

Kei nudges Akiteru. Yes, he's watching you getting hit on by a random guy at the store, but his feet are frozen in place.

"This necklace is my favourite," you reply with a soft smile. "My -uh- boyfriend gave it to me."

Akiteru chokes on air.

"I–" the guy stammers. His mouth opens but nothing comes out. "You must have a nice boyfriend," he finally says.

"Yeah, he's really sweet," you continue, eyes forming crescents. "He's fun to talk to and loves helping others. His jokes could use a little work though. They're kind of lame."

Akiteru tells you jokes. His jokes are lame. He stares long and hard at the scene unfolding in front of him. You really were talking about him.

A hand pushes Akiteru forward causing him to yelp. He regains his balance, but when he looks up, his eyes grow wide. You see him.

"Go get your girlfriend," Kei says with a smug and almost sinister grin. "I'll wait at the check-out."

"Kei!" Akiteru shout-whispers in his head, crouching as if it'll help him disappear from this awkward situation. "Kei! What are you doing?"

When Kei is out of sight, Akiteru gives you a sheepish grin. You shift your eyes away while pressing your lips into a straight line.

"Hi," Akiteru says, raising his hand. "I'm her boyfriend." His stomach is doing flips.

"Sorry!" the guy exclaims while backing away. "I didn't know you had a boyfriend. I– Sorry!"

"It's okay!" you tell him. He gives an awkward nod before leaving you alone with Akiteru.

You stare at the floor as you tap your foot. You're not looking for your shampoo at the moment. Akiteru shuffles closer, scratching his cheek once he's beside you.

"Sorry," you explain, breaking the silence between the two of you. "I panicked and that was the first excuse I could think of."

"No. It's okay," Akiteru replies. "I can pretend to be your boyfriend whenever you want."

A forehead slap and a groan come from behind an aisle. Kei isn't at the check-out area.

Akiteru clenches his hands. His brother's watching. He can't afford to look pathetic again. He stiffens his arms as if he were bracing for impact.

"I can be your real boyfriend if you want," he closes his eyes and says a little too enthusiastically. When you don't reply, he slowly opens one eye to check your reaction.

You snort before a laugh escapes your lips. Akiteru smiles. He loves hearing your laugh. It's one of the many reasons he fell for you.

Your fingers caress the pendant around your neck. It looks nice on you.

"Thank you for the birthday gift," you tell him with a soft smile. "I love it." You stare into his eyes and Akiteru is surprised he doesn't blink away. "I wouldn't mind having a real boyfriend too."

*****

I hope you liked it. I finally wrote something for Akiteru! I've always liked him.

Please check out my other fics if you enjoyed this.

#akiteru x reader #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima akiteru #tsukishima kei #haikyuu fluff #akiteru fluff #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu scenerios #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu fanfiction #underrated.collab #please read this #i like how this turned out #akiteru needs more content

[atsuminthe]

soleil

★ synopsis: he comes back on a stormy night.

★ character(s): ojiro aran

★ warnings: angst to fluff, swearing, alcohol mention (aran is drunk and so are the rest of inarizaki), exes to lovers, crying, regrets

★ wc: 1k

★ minty’s notes: for @meiansmistress ’s Underrated Collab ♡ this is such a cliché trope but i love it too much. this pure word vomit i have no idea what the fuck i wrote

    it ended on a sunny day.

    he didn’t want to hurt you further. ‘a fell out of love’, he told you back then, justifying his choice of burning a 5-year relationship to the ground in the blink of an eye. he didn’t like to see you cry—let alone because of him—but you couldn’t stop the tears from falling. he wiped them with the pads of his thumbs, smiling sadly.

    “a’m sorry,” is the last thing aran had told you exactly three months ago, before walking away from promises of forever and turning his back to whatever eternity you both had hoped for.

    it has been peaceful since then. you want to say you got over him, but you’d be lying. how could you, when he was your first love? it was gentle, warm—he was your first in everything, he was there to guide you in your darkest days just like you did for him—everything you did, you did it together. it hurt remembering everything, because whenever your eyes flickered, you could see him—in your bed, trying to settle between the sea of pillows on your side; at the kitchen table, peeling an orange with his tongue peeking from between his lips in concentration; at the grocery store down the street, looking through the vegetables for a healthy dinner; in the park, crouching in front of a crying child and comforting them after they fell.

    peaceful, but rough.

    you learned to live with your yearning, with the longing of his love, of his touch.

    it ended on a sunny day.

    the rain is pouring outside, at 3 am on a saturday, and you’re in the doorway of your home, watching your ex—aran—stumble over his words as he slurs apologies and phrases along the lines of ‘a was so stupid’. his coat is soaked and you suspect the rest of his clothes are in the same condition, so you sigh and usher him inside.

    your heart clenches when he sits awkwardly in the hallway, swaying slightly, having hanged his coat as it drips on the floor—you see his mismatched socks and a small smile tugs at the corners of your lips. he’s always been like that, mixing his clothes or papers whenever he’s in a rush. you sigh but motion him to the couch, making your way to your room.

    you’re grateful he forgot some of his clothes and never came to retrieve them.

    you come back into your living room to him huddled on one corner of the couch—it’s a comical sight, a 6 foot something athlete trying to fit in a place two times smaller than him.

    “didn’t want ta wet it,” he whispers, still slurred but a little clearer than before. with a silly grin, you hand him his clothes and guide him to the bathroom so he can change.

    “the towels are on the shelf,” you instruct and as soon as he’s out of sight, you move to the kitchen to prepare some tea. the storm doesn’t cease, raindrops pattering on your window as you look out. aran might have to spend the night, unless atsumu can come pick him up. your hopes are shattered when your phone dings and suna’s name flashes on the screen, along with a photo of the inarizaki grads, all various degrees of drunk, from barely tipsy to utterly wasted.

    how are you going to survive the night? your heart thumps at the prospect of aran having come to apologize, but it’s been 3 months. were you really better off without each other, or was it just some lie you chose to believe so you can move on?

    the door opening and closing behind you startles you from your daydreaming and you bring the tray with two mugs of tea and some buttered toast into the living room, where aran has already made himself comfortable on the same corner of the sofa.

    “it’s damp there. sit properly, ar- ojiro. i can take the armchair,” you urge, correcting yourself just in time. you see him tense for a second, before moving as you instructed and slumping in his seat. “that’s better, isn’t it?” the tea is a little too hot, so you blow on it before taking a tentative sip, humming as its warmth spreads through your body.

    “it was stupid, what a did.”

    the sudden revelation has you rolling your eyes, but you listen to what he has to say anyway. it’s not going to change anything, you think, reassuring yourself.

    until he starts crying—just like you did that one sunny day three months ago—and you wipe his tears with the pads of your thumbs—just like he did. it’s ironic, how the tables have turned, but you suppose things in life happen with a reason.

    he latches onto you, hiccupping and spluttering words that make no sense until you listen to them. “a was so stupid—that was the worst decision of ma life,” is one of them. “a can’t sleep at all, everytime a close ma eyes a see yer cryin’ face,” is another. “bein’ away from ya hurts so much, it’s like a’m drownin’,” among others.

    “please, a miss you—a never once stopped lovin’ ya,” is the last thing he says before ojiro aran collapses and crumbles into himself, his head resting securely on your lap and body curled tight on the couch. your fingers massage his buzz cut, scratching his scalp just the way you know he likes it and that somehow makes him cry even harder.

    “i never stopped loving you either, aran,” you whisper—he swears he’s never heard a more beautiful sound than you saying his name. he clutches your shirt, desperate for some sort of grounding, and your hand rubs circles on his back. “how about we talk about this in the morning, over some breakfast? i can make sunny side ups.”

    “yer sunny side ups are the best,” he gulps, voice still wavering from the tears, but he smiles a little when you look down at him.

    “i’ll extend the couch so we can sleep together,” you inform him and, for a brief moment, you feel him hugging your waist tighter than before. you smile.

    it ended on a sunny day.

    it started again in the aftermath of a stormy night—on a sunny day, with sunny side ups on two plates on the kitchen table.

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[pookiepoodle]

“I choose you”

This is my submission for the Underrated Characters Collab, hosted by the lovely @meiansmistress

Nishinoya Yuu x Reader

WC: 2k

Warnings: Smut 

You stared at the full-length mirror leaning against your boyfriend’s bedroom wall, still unable to recognise the girl reflected back.

The girl (who was you, duh) in a sexy pikachu costume.

Nishinoya had practically begged for you to come to a party one of his old high school friend’s was hosting and being a bored college student, you had been eager to agree, much to Yuu’s relief. Until he revealed his costume plans, which immediately had you rejecting the offer. You’d turned back to the next level of Candy Crush on your phone, knowing that your dignity was far more important than the party. But Yuu wasn’t going to give up so easily, pushing against your arm so that you had to pause the game, giving him the look that said “You have 10 seconds to try to change my mind.”

“Baby, please, you’re gonna look so sexy!” Yuu begged, pulling out his phone which he turned to you, showing you the costume once more, as if seeing it again would magically change your mind. 

“Noya, it’s so tacky!” you groaned, rolling your eyes as you sank back into the comfy couch,” Come on, can’t I just throw on some cat ears and do eyeliner whiskers?”

“The idea of you in cat ears is pretty hot, but I already bought my costume,” Noya grinned, your face crumbling in defeat as you realised he’d won this battle when he showed you the Ash Ketchum costume he’d purchased. You could have been a bitch and just said no, but what if some other girl came along and wanted to be “captured” by your man? Plus, the thought of Yuu being upset was heartbreaking and you knew that this meant a lot to him.

Not to mention you could totally pull this on him if you wanted to pick the next movie or restaurant.

“If I do this, I want unlimited access to the baby albums,” you countered, meeting his eyes with a determined gaze, unwilling to let him get away with a total victory. Given how his grandfather had seemed to record every moment (yes, even the embarrassing ones) of Yuu’s childhood, those books were like precious gold, which your boyfriend protected with a determination you rarely saw. Noya seemed to pause, weighing up his options before sighing, making you grin.

“Deal, but you only get to take 5 pictures home,” Noya countered, holding out his hand.

Shaking it, you had a deal.

All it took was giving up your dignity.

… 

“TANAKA!”

“NOYA!”

You rolled your eyes with a smile as your boyfriend rushed off to hug his friend, a flurry of chatter filling the room at the arrival of the old Guardian of Karasuno. The drive to Tanaka and Kiyoko’s house had been a quiet one, with you worried about tagging along. It had been ages since you’d seen the team and even at that, you were never as close to them as Noya was. Yuu had seemed to understand, letting the radio fill the silence. But now, as you watched your boyfriend fit in like a perfect piece of puzzle, you felt even more awkward and out of place. You’d been ready to find the kitchen - that was, until the eyes landed on you. 

“Whoa! Y/N, you are looking good!” Tanaka yelled, his eyes drinking you in - only for him to yelp in pain as he received a less than friendly jab to the stomach from your boyfriend, who’d dropped the smile. 

“Eyes off of her, bro, she’s mine!” Noya exclaimed, pouting at his best friend before realising that he was perhaps being a touch too aggressive; choosing to lighten up, he continued,” Plus, Kiyoko would kill ya if she knew you were drooling over my girl!”

“Whoa, no need for the threats, I was just being friendly,” Tanaka laughed, raising his hands up in surrender, though his eyes flicked back over to you as he continued,” but seriously, nice costume!”

“Thanks,” you smiled, your nerves easing as you turned to accept a drink from your old senpai, Daichi who had been eager to diffuse the situation (though he was more than grateful when it solved itself, given how he had to deal with such things for a living).

…

The rest of the evening seemed to fly by with plenty of dangerously mixed liquor-based concoctions and music. It had been a while since you’d seen the team but much to your surprise and relief, you fit back in with ease. Chatting away with the boys made you feel like you’d gone back in time, as though nothing had ever changed.

Perhaps things were going too well for your boyfriend’s liking as he gazed at you leaning against Suga’s side, laughing at something he’d said. It was a cute laugh too and he saw his Senpai’s eyes widen and sparkle at the sight. It was probably involuntarily - Suga was a good guy and would never try something on you - but you just had that effect on people and right now, Noya regretted asking you to wear such a revealing costume. It was when you leaned in to whisper something into the older man’s ear that made Yuu snap, his mouth opening before he could think.

“Babe, gotta show ya something!”

Your boyfriend’s request made you pull back from Suga, glancing over to make sure it was really Yuu. Indeed it was him and his bright smile and gestures to follow him were impossible to ignore.

“Coming!” you replied lightly, quickly turning to apologise to Suga before taking your leave to follow Noya down a dark hall,” What is it you wanted me to see-”

You were cut off as he caged you against the wall, the family photos rattling from the slam next to you, but you barely noticed. Quickly standing on his tippy toes to press his lips against yours, Noya felt the slow warming sense of reassurance wash over him. He’d just needed a small taste, just to remind himself that he was the only one who’d get to experience it. It wasn’t an unpleasant surprise at all but you quickly pushed him off you, unsure of what was happening.

“Noya, is everything okay?” you whispered, the thumping of the bass and the drunken laughter suddenly playing as background noise to the sexually charged atmosphere. 

“No, it’s not,” he grumbled after a stunned moment, moving closer once more. You could feel his warm breath against your neck and then the shell of your ear as he continued,” but then again, watching my pretty girl flirt with my old senpai isn’t exactly a turn-on for me.”

“Suga? I wasn’t flirting, we were just chatting-”

“I know, but baby, look at you.” With that, Noya dragged you into the room closest which happened to be a bathroom. Locking the door, he was behind you in seconds, pressing you against the marble countertop which was cold against whatever skin remained exposed from your costume. But Noya didn’t care at that moment, he had more important things to worry about - like making sure you understood just how dangerous you were.

“Look at yourself, Y/N,” he whispered, his eyes focused on the mirror, waiting to see your eyes meet him in the reflection.

You knew better than to argue with Noya when he was in this sort of mood and you obeyed without question, raising your head to meet eyes with the girl in the mirror once more. You’d been expecting to feel embarrassed like earlier at his apartment, when you’d been so unsure of wearing the outfit in public. But you couldn’t have been more wrong. 

You must have accidentally stretched out at some point because your zipper was slightly undone, revealing more cleavage than you were normally comfortable with. The hood’s adorable expression couldn’t rival your cute lips and doe-like eyes which seemed to sparkle under the bathroom lights. And god, the bottom of the suit clung to your hips and presumably your behind like its life depended on it. In short, you now understood just what was driving your boyfriend so wild. 

“Oh,” you mumbled, your lips falling apart in a soft oh shape.

“Oh is right, sweetheart, you are so fucking pretty right now,” Noya chuckled, his hand slipping forward to grasp the zipper, teasingly tugging it down inch by inch to reveal bare skin, much to his delight, surprise and anger,” Fuck, baby, are you not wearing a bra?”

“I tried to, but the fabric was so thin, I kept getting weird lines,” you explained, but his mind was completely focused on the thought of you walking around in this skin-tight suit, your breasts jiggling freely in front of the boys. Had they noticed? Had they seen your pretty nipples perk up, straining against the suit? Would they touch themselves tonight, imagining themselves being the ones to unzip your suit?

“So beautiful and all mine, right?” he growled, desperate for your answer now as he met your eyes in the mirror. Yuu needed to hear that you were his, all his even if he knew you’d never cheat on him. His fingers now danced dangerously across the hem of your panties, impatiently waiting for your answer. 

“Noya, I’ve always been yours, but we can’t,” you whispered, knowing it was pointless to even try to persuade him to wait but you continued,” what if someone needs to use the bathroom?”

“We’ll just have to make this quick then,” Noya retorted, his hands flying up to the shoulders of your costume. There was a wicked grin reflecting back at you in the mirror as he toyed with the straps before yanking the cheap nylon down to your ankles with little care for it. It was a cute costume, but what it hid was much cuter. 

Attacking your neck with his mouth, Yuu’s fingers roughly shoved your panties aside, making him groan at the slick sensation coating his fingertips. You were so easy to please, it made him feel incredible at how easy it was to fuck you dumb. He liked to think that it was only for him though - that he was like the key to your lock. One of a kind in the ability to open you up, to see the real you.  

Your boyfriend’s fingers pressing against your spongy walls made you melt against the counter, gripping the sink tightly as a safety precaution. Your little hole easily recognised his touch and gave him the warm, reassuring welcome he deserved and needed. 

Soon, you could feel the knot in your stomach tensing as he fucked you with just his fingers, a lewd squelching sound filling the bathroom. 

“Please, Yuu-”

“Cum.”

His words had a hypnotic effect on you, as though your body had been waiting for his approval. A loud cry was hopefully muffled by the music outside but you honestly couldn’t find it in yourself to care as you collapsed against the counter, letting the cool marble ease your flushed cheeks. 

But you were far from done, your panties being ripped off and tossed to the side as Noya began to line himself up with you. 

“Noya, wait-”

“Shh, baby, just enjoy it,” he mumbled, his eyes glued to the way your little hole fluttered against the tip of his cock and how you swallowed him up when he began to push into you.

“Cause we’re just getting started.”

And with that began the brutal pace you’d become accustomed to with Noya. Nothing was ever slow with him, unless he was purposefully trying to tease you. No, every moment with him was like lightning - fast and brilliant. 

But even so, it was impossible to keep quiet, your cries filling the bathroom and slipping under the crack between the door and floor, into the party room where a few blushed, knowing exactly what was happening.

“You’re so tight, sweetie,” Yuu spat out, his teeth gritted in concentration as he absolutely destroyed you, trying not to cum before you,” Fuck, I’m not gonna last long, please tell me your close. Been on edge all night, thinking about you baby-”

“I-I’m close, Noya!” you interrupted breathlessly, your tight hole spasming around him as you came. Hearing your sweet climatic moans, your boyfriend gave into the pleasure, letting your walls milk his cock as he filled you to the brim with seed. 

It took a few minutes to catch your breath, the mirror slightly fogged from the heated encounter but Noya’s next words were so-typically-him and made your mind shut down.

“I guess I choose you, Y/N.”

#underrated.collab #haikyuu x reader #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya yuu x reader #nishinoya smut #haikyuu smut

[mrskodzuken]

POV: You and your fiancé, Tetsurou Kuroo, heir to a multimillion sports apparel business, walked by Dr. Kenma Kozume’s lab to check out his newest creation, FrankenLev. Just as you come in closer, the ‘monster’ was smitten by your adorable personality and suddenly hugged you.

Bonus:

Oi, Kenma, order that naked creepy guy to stop hugging my Y/N!

No. And he isn’t naked, he’s wearing boxer shorts.

What do you mean, ‘no’? That monster’s hugging my fiancée—naked or not!

I can only control FrankenLev’s actions to a minimum, but not including his heart and thoughts. And stop whining or else I will ban you from entering my lab.

for both @undersero’s “This is Hall-AU-ween” and @meiansmistress’s “Underrated Characters” collabs. Sorry for the late submission 🙇🏻‍♀️ also tagging @anime-central @hanayanetwork

Likes are okay, reblogs are appreciated, reposts and plagiarism stuff are frowned upon 🥰

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[screamin-abt-haikyuu]

In which Yachi avoids Death several times

Genre: Crack Warnings: Mentions of death and possibly dangerous scenarios but nothing actually happens lol. A/N: Happy Birthday to the sweetest, cutest and one of the most underrated characters in Haikyuu! When I was writing this, at first I thought that I was probably overexaggerating Yachi's panic but I went and watched compilations of her on YouTube and...yeah this seems pretty in character lmao.

I wrote this in an HC-type format because it wouldn't fit well in any other type. Please also enjoy a photo collection our beloved Yachchan freaking out.

➾ It was New Year's and Hinata convinced all his fellow third years to visit the shrine with him.

➾ "It's what all our Senpai did before their important matches and we should honor that tradition."

➾ Tsukki only came because Yamaguchi forced him to.

➾ After praying, everyone decided to pull O-mikuji fortune strips.

➾ "Ooooo I got a good one! What does yours say, Yachi?" Hinata asked.

➾ "I- I- I- IT SAYS I'M GOING TO DIE!!!!!!"

➾ Hinata and Yamaguchi panicked. "WHAT?! Does it really say that??"

➾ It turned out Yachi had pulled "Great Curse", the worst result one can get.

➾ To her, that meant she was going to die.

➾ You know, the logical conclusion.

➾ After a lot of futile attempts to console her, Yamaguchi decided to go a different way. "You know, Yacchan, these are daily O-mikuji. They only tell you how your day is going to go, you have nothing to worry about. You just need to survive the next 24 hours."

➾ A confused Hinata started to counter Yamaguchi, "I don't think that's corr- OW! Kageyama, what did you do that for?!" Hinata asked Kageyama, who had just elbowed him in the ribs to shut him up. Realization finally dawning on him, he continued, "Yes, Yachi, Tadashi is right. The curse will blow over soon."

➾ "THAT MEANS I AM GOING TO DIE IN THE NEXT 24 HOURS?! I AM TOO YOUNG TO DIE," Yachi started bawling.

➾ "No, no. That's not what I meant! You won't die. Look, we all pulled blessings. That means whatever we do, we will succeed in it. We will stay with you and protect you, all right?"

➾ The four of them spent the entire day "protecting" Yachi from then on. It was really good they did because she did have several near-death experiences (/s) -

She clung to the shrine railing, refusing to go down the stairs because she was afraid she would trip and fall and crack her neck.

Hinata and Yamaguchi had to half-drag, half-carry her.

She wouldn't get in a cab because, you know, car accidents.

So, they opted to walk to places instead.

They walked in a formation. Tsukishima rolling his eyes at the front, Kageyama at the back, Hinata and Yamaguchi on the sides, and Yachi in the middle.

Hinata called it the ✨Blessing Shield✨.

Crossing the roads was exceptionally embarrassing, though.

"How about we go and get something to eat? I'm starving," Hinata suggested.

This sounded like a good idea to Yachi until the server put the food in front of her and she didn't touch it because she did not want to die of food poisoning.

Yamaguchi suggested going to his place where he could cook something but he was shut down because he lived too far away to walk there.

She finally agreed to eat chips after checking the expiry date 50 times.

"Yachi, are you okay? You've been chewing on a single chip for the past two minutes."

"Yes, I'm just making sure to crush it properly before swallowing. I don't want it to accidentally get lodged in my throat and make me choke."

"Oh."

It took her more than an hour to finish the entire packet.

They decided to walk to a nearby park and sit there until it would be time to go home.

On the way, Yachi was approached by an old lady.

"Sweet child, could you tell me the directions to th-"

"I'M SORRY."

"Huh?"

"I'M SORRY. I DIDN'T STEAL ANYTHING FROM YOU, PLEASE DON'T BEAT ME TO DEATH WITH YOUR WALKING STICK."

"What the-"

Once the boys had helped the lady and calmed Yachi down, they started walking towards the park again.

They stopped at a public washroom on the way.

Yachi wanted to go really badly but was afraid to enter. "I will be alone in there. What if I slip and fall and break my head? What if I catch an infection? What if the toilet overflows and floods the entire restroom and I drown? WHAT IF A CRIMINAL IS WAITING IN THERE WITH A KNIFE TO ROB AND KILL ME?"

"All right, that's it. I'm calling for help," Tsukishima said and whipped out his phone. He spoke to someone for two minutes and handed Yachi the phone. "Here. It's Shimizu Senpai."

After talking to Kiyoko for a few minutes, Yachi came back with a smile on her face and handed Tsukki his phone back.

"I'm good now. Kiyoko senpai made me realize I was worried for nothing."

"Th-that's great. So, you're not afraid of dying, anymore?"

"In the future? Yes. But today? No."

The boys heaved a sigh of relief.

"Thank you for protecting me. All of you."

"Of course. Anything for you."

Hope you enjoyed! I really love Yachi and that's why I had chosen to write for her in @meiansmistress's collab event and what better occasion to post this than her birthday?

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[hajiwaa]

anything for you

kentarou kyoutani x gn!reader

submission for @meiansmistress underrated collab

summary : kyoutani gives you some much needed attention

wordcount : ~1k

cw : pup/puppy used as a pet name

you step into your apartment and greeting you at the door is the warm and familiar smell of yakitori as well as your beloved boyfriend, kyoutani. you all but collapse into his arms, exhaustion weighing you down.

‘what’s wrong, puppy?’ kentarou asks, looking at you with what can only be described as puppy dog eyes.

‘nothing, ‘m just tired from work and happy to see you is all,’ you reply, pulling him closer and nuzzling him. ‘just feels like i haven’t seen you much recently.’

ever since the sendai frogs were promoted to division 1, it’s mainly been you who’s had to keep up with the house and cook, so having him here tonight has been a true blessing.

‘im sorry haven’t been around much lately, can i make it up to you tonight?’ again with those damn puppy dog eyes.

your exhaustion is quickly replaced by excitement as thoughts of what he might have planned swirl through your mind. you nod eagerly and allow him to drag you to your shared bedroom.

kentarou waits until you’re settled before joining you on the bed, straddling you. his lips meet yours for the first time in what feels like a lifetime. what starts as a sweet kiss quickly turns passionate and aggressive, heat going directly to your core.

your mind fills with lust to the point where the only thing you are able to think about is kentarou. he grins knowingly and starts to work your shirt off. even surrounded by heat, you shiver as your bare chest meets the cool air.

kentarou begins working his way down your neck and chest, leaving a trail of pale pink and red dots littered across your body. breathy moans push past your lips as you feel an unmistakable pool of wetness in your bottoms.

‘ken, please,’ you plead, these simple kisses being all it took for your body to feel as if it’s burning from the inside out. ‘i need you.’ you raise your hips to meet his, feeling proud when you feel his erection become larger.

‘anything for my puppy,’ he says sweetly, planting a final kiss on your lips before working your bottoms off. he holds two fingers up to your lips and you eagerly take them into your mouth, making sure to thoroughly coat them.

kentarou gently works both fingers into you, careful to avoid his usual roughness. your hands meet his buzzed hair as he continues placing pink and red marks on your lower stomach and thighs.

‘f-fuck, ken-‘ tension builds as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. he adds another finger and your vision temporarily goes white as your climax crashes down.

you watch as he eagerly takes his soaked fingers into his mouth as if he hasn’t eaten in weeks. he cups your cheek and kisses you feverishly, his tongue exploring your mouth and allowing you to taste yourself.

‘how come you get to be fully dressed while i’m completely exposed?’ you ask with your playfully angry voice, glaring accusingly at him.

‘because tonight isn’t about me, pup, it’s all about you,’ he replies, ‘but if it’d make you happy…’ he raises his arms, allowing you to swiftly remove his shirt and toss it with your own discarded clothing.

a small gasp escapes you. no matter how many times you’ve seen him shirtless, his perfectly toned chest never ceases to surprise you. you softly run your hand over his chest, carefully feeling each muscle.

you copy his previous movements. beginning at his neck and working your way down his chest, you leave your own series of bites and marks along his body. as much as kentarou tries to contain his moans, small ones still manage to escape and your heart flutters knowing only you can make him feel like this.

you make your way down to his hips and begin working off his belt. it along with his pants and underwear quickly join the pile of clothing. kentarous erect penis leaks with precum and you can’t stop yourself from collecting some on your finger to taste it.

with no lube on hand, he spits into his hand and pumps his cock a few times. he enters you in one swift motion, your face contorting and the air knocked from your lungs. he allows you to adjust before moving, waiting until your nod to begin rocking his hips.

your moans become louder and louder as he hits your most sensitive spot each time. you wrap your legs around him, hands reaching for something- anything- to hold on to and long scratches on his arms and back soon accompany the marks previously left on his chest. his moans join your own and your obscene noises fill the room, heat rising in your face.

still sensitive from your previous orgasm, it’s not long until you’re both nearing your climaxes. kentarou’s once steady rhythm has become shaky and sporadic, though you can tell he’s waiting for you to finish before he does (tonight is still about you, after all).

just as before, your climax crashes down and sends waves of pleasure throughout your body. just moments later, kentarou finishes inside you, pleasurable warmth spreading through you.

he all but crashes down on you, resting a moment before grabbing a warm rag from the bathroom and begins wiping you down, inside and out. by the time he’s done, you’re too tired to care about anything besides sleep.

kentarou settles back into bed, allowing you to crawl into his lap and sleep in his arms for the first time in weeks. you hadn’t realized how much you’d missed him until he’s wiping the tears from your cheeks and pulling you closer.

‘thank you, love,’ you manage to get out before sleep overcomes you.

‘anything for you, pup.’

a/n : sorry for the rushed ending lol. also yes i promoted the frogs to d1, they deserve it smh

#haikyuu x reader #🐝beawrites #underrated.collab #kentarou x reader #kyoutani x y/n #kyotani kentaro #kyoutani kentarou #kentarou kyoutani #kentarou x y/n #kyoutani x reader #haikyuu fic #haikyuu nsft #haikyuu x gn!reader

[rosecaffelatte]

it’s the little things | yamagata hayato

plot: it’s been a few years since you’ve entered adult life and… work is tough. but you manage, kinda. still, you can’t wait for your weekly date with your long-term partner hayato at your special place. however, you watch him doing some weird stuff… well, time to find out!

genre: timeskip au, established relationship, domestic au | fluff, hurt/comfort | yamagata x gn!reader

cast: yamagata hayato, you, shirofuku yukie

word count: 4k

warnings: swearing, food mention

hikki’s notes: this is for the open underrated characters collab! also, an himym clip about fries was the inspiration for this haha

“Hirosedori~ Hirosedori~”

Hm? Wait, is that…?

You quickly snap out of your after-work fatigue and soon realize, That’s my stop!

Just in time, you niftily stumble out of the metro. You can feel your heart racing, the pulse in your head doesn’t help your mild headache. As you try to calm down from your workout session for the week, the doors behind you are beeping.

Well, that was something.

As you attempt to fix your appearance, the metro picks up speed and soon leaves you with windswept hair. You let out a small sigh. But before you can drown yourself in self-pity, your phone rescues you. You can feel the corners of your mouth go slightly up as you read the message from Hayato.

Ready for our romantic date? Be there in 15 minutes!

Leave it to your long-term boyfriend to cheer you up without even knowing you’re feeling down. One look on the clock tells you that you’re a bit early.

No wonder. You basically sprinted out of your office but honestly, who can blame you? Today hasn’t been a great day. Actually, the whole week has been – to put it mildly – very shitty, especially since your co-worker Yukie has switched to working only part-time.

-✧-✧-✧-

two days ago

“As if she knows what she’s supposed to look for! She’s just lounging around in her mansion, scrolling through IG the whole day, chilling on daddy’s money!” Yukie cursed while you grimly nodded your head in agreement.

Apparently, the current owner of your company got bored with resting her sweet bum on the piles of money and decided to pay her inherited companies a visit like she always does for the last six years. It has become an annual tradition at this point.

“Have you seen our supervisor? I have never seen someone so desperate for a promotion!” you growled.

“I’m pretty sure that little brat doesn’t even have the authority to promote anyone,” Yukie agreed. You couldn’t help but smirk. Never in your life had you seen someone roll their eyes that... loudly. Also, bless this lady for spending lunch break together with you, unpaid, one might have to note.

The owner announced her arrival last Friday but didn’t specify when she’d arrive. Since then, it has been a living hell for your department. Thank your supervisor, who’s nitpicking at everything you and your colleagues do. Getting shooed around for no reason when it hinders you from getting actual work done sounds more straining than it first does. Also, who are you putting on a play for?

“Right?! She’s not even here yet, so why all the trouble now?!” While you angrily took a bite from your banana and Yukie watched you in amusement by how irritated you chewed your fruit, both of you didn’t notice the other person walking into the break room.

“Since you have time for a friendly chat, why not grab a cleaning bottle and a towel to clean the office, huh?” your supervisor hissed from behind you. “And you, Shirofuku-san,” he shouted while standing in the door frame, “why are you still here? Your shift ended 30 minutes ago. Grab your lunch and leave.” And with that, he turned back to your co-workers.

Oh, if looks could kill... The only thing that made you feel some joy that day was when Yukie was parroting your supervisor when he walked out, shadowboxing in his direction and pretending to smash her glass bottle on his head.

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“Fuck this dude! Just lick the bottom of her shoes while you’re at it, man!” Yamagata cursed. “You did not go to college to waste your skills on cleaning duties! And then he still expects you to hand in today’s workload tomorrow?!” He was pacing restlessly up and down in your shared apartment.

Unfortunately, you had to bring your work home that day. The thought of staying at the office until midnight didn’t necessarily impress you. Surprisingly, you still found the energy to complain about your current work situation to Hayato, who has been your best hype man ever since you got together. You love how attentively he listens to your stories and asks questions, so you can talk smack together. This is not limited to just your office stories.

As he was lividly walking the living room up and down, you rest your head in your propped-up arms on the dining table as you calmly watched your beloved boyfriend getting increasingly angrier at someone he has never met in his life before.

-✧-✧-✧-

Just a five-minute walk from the metro station to “the birthplace of true love” as Hayato always says. You guessed it, the place where Yamagata took you out on your very first date.

“I better get going. Maybe I can get a table for us.”

Before you knew it, you’re in the middle of the hustle and bustle in the shopping street. It’s full of university students, middle and high school kids who want to celebrate the beginning of their free time with some cheap street food with their friends. As you walk down the street, you notice several groups of adults accumulating in front of bars.

Just the thought of having to attend these voluntary-but-actually-mandatory drinking parties already triggers your migraine. The last thing you’d want to do is hang around people you already see +50 hours a week, but it’s not like you have a choice. Either you are part of the team or you’ll become an outcast who apparently hates spending time with their colleagues. Unlike school, you cannot escape them after a few years. This is where you’ve settled.

Of course, you could change workplaces with your academic background, no problem. But who says the pay will as okay as it is now? Who says that you will get a job in your area which doesn’t require you to move away? Who says that your long-term boyfriend will tag along with you? This is adult life. You cannot run away. Making compromises and trying to make the best out of your situation is the reality.

Life is not a picnic.

Stop pitying yourself. This is what the majority of the workforce goes through and they handle it perfectly fine. Stop bitching.

Still, you can’t help but think that there’s absolutely nothing that can cheer you up for the week.

You are so deep in thought that you almost missed the restaurant. Only the yellow and bright red neon light from the sign told you to stop in your tracks.

It’s a McDonald’s.

Yes, you read correctly. A fast-food chain where you wouldn’t quite expect a professional athlete to dine. You’d think they’d avoid junk food at all costs, but it seems like you need to consume lots of calories after your workout so your body has enough bla bla bla. Okay, to be honest, you don’t even know what the hell a protein is, no matter how often Hayato explains it. And yet, he always asks for your opinion on his sports career as if you knew if his new training plan is hard enough to develop enough muscles.

Don’t act all innocent though, it’s not like you don’t do that either. He’s trying his best to give you thoughtful answers whenever you ask him about how you should proceed with upcoming projects at your workplace like he has the required knowledge to give a real judgment.

“Doesn’t Shirofuku know more in this field? Maybe you can split up the work, save more time like that.”

“Thought so too, but she works part-time now...”

To some, it might seem like unnecessarily wasting your time but there’s more behind that. It’s not really about the feedback but rather you let the other one know what’s happening in your life and what has been on your mind lately. It doesn’t matter if Hayato knows what you’re talking about, it’s that he knows that something is happening in your other part of your life he doesn’t or can’t spend with you.

Having someone lend you a sympathetic ear is sometimes enough than actual advice. That’s why you can always count on him having your back when you’re venting again. Of course, you try to keep it to a healthy amount, but this week has been really… demanding.

It’s hard to find other (and more fun) things to discuss anyways when your full-time job is taking in five out of seven days of your week.

It sure was a rough time adjusting to your new adult life when all you did before was live the irregular life of a uni student. Having two-month long holidays, partying and going out pretty much every week, meeting new people by starting drunk conversations while waiting in line in front of the toilets, going on spontaneous dates in the middle of the night on a Tuesday. But it was time to grow up and your new 9-to-5-life put your relationship with Yamagata to the test. Luckily, your love life is as fulfilling as it was in the beginning.

It’s not about what do you, it’s about with whom you spend your time. If it’s the right person, everything can be fun. Being around each other was already enough to make you feel loved. So, basically, you two still have the same life as before, just a little bit different.

Vacations and off-days were now strategically planned six months ahead…

Wait, wait, wait! What if we split our annual leave in two? Then, we have two nine-day vacations!

“Hayato, I’m impressed.”

“We have one day left right? We’ll take leave on a Monday, have a weekend trip and a chill, tourist-free last day and… babe?”

“Sorry, you kinda turn me on when you have a plan when organizing things.”

…you became grumpy old people when you hear “party” if you can call those “parties”…

“What the hell is the dress code for an adult party?”

“Stop calling it like that! It’s a social gathering for grown-ups to celebrate my co-worker’s birthday. Wear the suit, you look hot in it. Also, did you get something as a gift?”

“Got the 800-Yen-est bottle of wine.”

…you two already found your four friends for life…

“I should really check in with the boys, see how they’re doing. I haven’t talked to Semi or seen Tendou in months.”

“Doesn’t tagging them in memes count as communication and upholding a friendship?”

“You know what, you’re right.”

“That was not what I was going for...”

…and dates, you can make anything a date. Yes, even at your dinner table at home. Simply put on some music or a series as background noise while you’re cooking, light some candles for the romantic mood, just to miss the food that you cooked for three hours with your fork, and splash the sauce everywhere for you two laugh at your miserable attempt to have a romantic candlelight dinner.

“It’s literally pitch-black, I can’t even see your face really,” you laughed while you felt your way to the light switch.

“Don’t you dare turn on the light! I wanna have a romantic candle-light dinner like they always have in the movies!” Yamagata demanded half-seriously while trying to stifle his laugh.

“The flames cast a weird shadow on your face. You look like a creepy figure from a horror movie and I probably look like one too!” you tried to argue, in vain however when you spotted your boyfriend with crossed arms and puffed-up cheeks.

“Romantic. Candle-light dinner. Now!”

Who can be that heartless to reject an angry- and tough-looking adult who is trying to pout his way to get what he wants like a small puppy?

-✧-✧-✧-

Hm, I can’t spot him…

You stop peeking through the glass door and entered the restaurant, taking a final look around the restaurant before going to the register. But as you’re getting in line, you realize who is getting his order from the cashier.

It’s Hayato!

Just as you are about to sneak up to him and poke him in his sides, your instincts tell you to quickly hide behind a pillar. Something’s off. You observe him powerwalk to the table mounted to the wall and quickly place his tray to, uh…

What the…

Hayato is grabbing a handful of curly fries and stuffs his face with them as if he hasn’t eaten for weeks. He honestly looks like a small child that is trying to eat all the forbidden cookies before his parents come home.

Uh, training was hard, I guess?

But this explanation doesn’t sit right for you. Two things are bothering you.

The first “red flag” is you never get curly fries, ever. Secondly, there are already two large straight-cut fries on the tray, the usual order you to get for this special date along with three burgers and chicken nuggets. But back to the elephant in the room. You watch Hayato intently as he finishes the small curly fries in record time but keeps two, count ’em, two curly fries. He throws the paper away and frantically heads to a free table, leaving back a dumbfounded and even more confused you.

What the fuck was that?

You cannot make sense of what just happened, but instead of wracking your brain over his inexplicable move, you make your way over to him.

Let’s find out.

For the second time of the day, you can feel a smile creeping up the more you close the distance between you and your beloved boyfriend. It’s as if your hair didn’t fall off at an alarming rate over the last few days.

He doesn’t seem to notice you. Well, no wonder when he’s intently staring at the food.

“Hey, handsome. Is this seat taken?” you flirtatiously ask but quiet enough, so nobody from the table around you can hear you.

He looks up from the tray, already knowing who it is. His face immediately lights up.

“Not for you,” he answers with a sly grin and wiggles his eyebrows.

He really refined his wiggles over the last few years. You quickly lean over to him for a quick kiss and take the seat on the opposite side.

“Good, you’re here already. I’m starving!” Hayato gushes and immediately digs into the gigantic Double Big Mac.

You just shake your head as you watch him munching down through the layers of pure protein, you think.

Can you imagine how much an athlete eats? You two always have to cook for four even though it’s only you two living together. Oh, don’t assume that Hayato won’t down a blender full of protein drink after dinner. Sometimes, you feel sorry for him when you watch Hayato force himself to drink a mix of milk, bananas, peanut butter, flaxseed oil, and disgusting chocolate-flavored protein powder. But right now, you’re just enjoying the time with him. Sitting down and relaxing has become a luxury you noticed.

“So,” Hayato asks with his mouth half full, “how was work? How’s Shirofuku? Was kiss-ass shooing you around again?”

“Ugh! I don’t even know where to–”

You stop yourself.

Do I really want to talk about work after work on our special date?

“You know what? No. Tell me about your practice match today.”

You make yourself comfortable and lean against the tables with your elbows. The stress has really taken a toll on your hunger, so you start small with the big fries and begin munching on one fry after another.

“Sure. Uh, we played against Tamaden Elephants. There was this tall guy, undercut. I swear I know him from somewhere, I just can’t put my finger on it,” he says and sips at his drink deep in thought. “Anyways. He was really good at...”

As Hayato tells you about his scrimmage, you just nod and make some sounds to show that you’re listening, kinda. You are way too tired and mentally strained to hold a conversation... The only thing you can generate energy for is eating your fries. That’s literally the only thing; you can’t even keep your eyes open.

I’ll just rest them for a little bit. He won’t notice...

And slowly, you drift off to dreamland unnoticed.

You think. You think you did, only because Hayato hasn’t said anything yet. In fact, he’s stopped talking and is now watching you how you’re peacefully dozing off, still shoving French fries in your mouth like on autopilot.

Do I look that stupid? I can see you sleeping in front of me, Hayato thinks to himself and chuckles lightly. Would be a shame if someone would take a photo... whoops.

Hayato has already whipped out his phone and is taking some photos of the beautiful scene that is unfolding right in front of him. After mesmerizing you for a few more moments, he slightly leans forward and pokes you gently in the cheek.

“Wha–?” You startle up and shake your head lightly to wake yourself up. “I– wow. I actually fell asleep.”

Yup, you should have definitely drunk more water over the day as your head pulsates from waking up so fast. It’s going to take a moment until your brain has booted up to its full performance but when was that ever the case?

“Stressful day, huh?” asks Hayato softly as he unwraps his second burger from its wax paper.

In hopes of becoming more awake, you take a few sips from your coke after you let out a frustrated groan.

“Don’t even get me started. My supervisor really took it too far today. Can you guess what he made me do today?!”

You angrily squeeze the drink in your hand. Hayato takes it out of your hand before it explodes in your face. He nods understandingly as he slowly pushes the other batch of fries on your side of the tray. Just what you need, your comfort food. You can always rely on them! Oh, and Hayato too, of course.

“It’s like you’re reading my mind,” you say brightly before you shove one fry after another into you once more. “Where was I? Oh yeah, my shitty supervisor actually made me do the work of my co-worker because he– oh my God! Look!”

You hold up two curly fries and wave them happily in front of Hayato’s face.

“Well, technically, those were in my fries, so–”

“Nu-uh! These are all mine, muahaha!” you quickly interrupt and eat half of your lucky catch.

They’re so fresh that they still make a crunchy sound. Meanwhile, Hayato is just watching you calmly with a grin on his lips, knowing exactly what’s coming next.

“Say ‘ah’!”

you demand and Hayato happily complies. One bite from your personal piranha and it’s gone.

You are still beaming with joy and carefully examine your recent discovery. The one that’s left is not one of those broken pieces you find at the end of the paper bag. It is still intact that has four swirls. Still hot and crunchy.

“Damn, I can’t believe we got so luck–”

Wait a minute.

Well, has it clicked yet?

Shocked by the sudden realization, you jerk your head up to look at Hayato who just stares back at you with furrowed brows. He has no idea what’s going on in your head right now, so excuse his confusion when you go from a shocked expression to a pleading one. The one with big puppy eyes. You look as if you’re about to cry.

“Hayapyon~” you softly coo as you flutter your eyelashes.

“Uh, yeah?” Hayato cautiously responds, still worried that he’ll actually make you cry if he now says the wrong thing.

You, however, crack a huge grin, ready to uncover his little secret.

“Could it be that you planted the curly fries to cheer me up?”

Hayato freezes up, mouth hanging wide open. His eyes are moving frantically around the restaurant, looking desperately for a good excuse. But since he can’t come up with one, you decide to put more salt on the wound.

“I saw you buy curly fries earlier and devour them like a starved animal.”

“Shit, you saw that?!”

He has finally come back to life.

“Yes!” you laugh out loud. “I left work early and caught you just in time. You looked like a chipmunk when you stuffed your face with those fries.”

“Man…,” he lets out a loud sigh and lets him fall back onto the backrest, “that’s supposed to stay a secret. Now I have to come up with something else…”

“Whoa, hold on. Do you always do this when I’m in a bad mood? Well, now that I think about it, we did find curly fries on our last dates quite often…”

You glance over to Hayato who’s trying to avoid eye contact with you. One of the few moments where he gets flustered and not you.

“I don’t know,” he mumbles as he scratches the back of his head, “you are really stressed for the last few days and tried to distract you from work.”

He finally looks up to you, only to see you internally tearing up with big puppy eyes once again.

“Is that why you tried to cook and ordered food in the last few days? Or ran a foam bath with rose petals and candles for me? Or took over the tasks in the household for me?” Imaginary tears come out of your eyes. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Hey! I do cook from time to time!”

“Eh, it’s more like ‘you wanna cook this recipe but after all these years, you still don’t know how to cook and don’t know what that vegetable is called, so I do all the cooking while you’re waiting for instructions from me after you cut the bell pepper’-ish.”

You quickly walk over to his side and sit down right to him, only to cuddle into his side.

“But I’m still grateful for what you’ve done for me.”

Before he can protest any further, you quickly plant a soft kiss on his lips, causing Hayato to roll his eyes but ultimately admit defeat.

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a few hours later

“Hey babe, can you call my phone? I can’t find it anywhere.”

“On it.”

Without even looking, you speed-dial his phone and let it ring for a few seconds until you realize that it made it somehow under the pillow you’re sitting on.

”Found it,” you shout.

Surprised but at the same time not, you look up from your book and fish his cell out. As you decline the call, the screen reveals to you his new locking screen.

It’s you.

And you’re not pretty to look at.

It’s you, asleep, clearly sitting in a McDonald’s with your dry ass lips, glazed with a beautiful layer of grease, your mouth slightly agape. Your hair was statically charged for no reason and was visible flying away from your head. The overhead light helped to emphasize that. You’re not even sure if that’s a new grease stain on your chest or if you actually walked around like that in the office the whole day.

You are too disgusted with yourself that you don’t notice your finger still pressing on the screen until– “What the–” –the photo moves. A live photo. Now you can see in full HD how you’re stuffing your face with one fry after another.

”When… When did he– HAYATO!”

He cautiously, almost hesitantly, peaks out of the bathroom and immediately sprints over to you the moment he spots your appalled expression. Out of reflex, you quickly turn around and guard the phone with your body to keep it out of his reach. He doesn’t play around when he tackles you like that.

“You’re not supposed to see it that early!” Hayato yells as he struggles to pry his phone out of your hands.

“Change it immediately! Your teammates will see when you lose your phone again! I look like shit!!”

“No! You look cute as hell!” Hayato vehemently disagrees as he pins you down.

But no matter how much strength you gather, you’re too weak to stand your ground, literally. While you’re struggling for the phone, both of you fall to the ground and are rolling around on the living room floor. Unfortunately, Hayato succeeds, rolls you off from himself, and runs away from you. You, of course, leap to your feet and chase him through the flat.

“Give it back!”

“Neveeeer!”

#hikkis posts #my fics #yamagata hayato x reader #yamagata x reader #haikyuu x reader #yamagata hayato #hq yamagata #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fanfic #hq fluff #hurt comfort #hq fanfic #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #gender neutral insert #gender neutral fanfic #underrated.collab #shirofuku yukie #shiratorizawa #au #that's it for the tags. don't read if you don't want spoilers for this fic. barney and marshall were arguing with lily that someone stealin #the curly fry from your batch of straight cut fries is a sacrilegious act. and no you dont just buy a batch of curly fries pff peasant #tw food

[meowdarame]

strictly professional

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

pairings: supermodel!lev x f!reader; (she/her pronouns, afab!reader)

synopsis: supermodel lev haiba can’t help but lust after his gorgeous makeup artist; 725 words

warnings: explicit language, SMUT (18+, minors DNI!!), male masturbation, perv!lev, slightly yandere themes, lmk if i missed anything!

notes: this is my submission for @meiansmistress underrated character collab! a super special thank you to my beta reader, sam <3 as always, likes and reblogs are appreciated!

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Lev knows he shouldn’t be doing this.

He knows it’s wrong— that it’s unprofessional, and maybe even borderline creepy— to lust after someone who was hired to do his makeup for a photoshoot. He knows it’s perverted to imagine such lewd things about someone whom he just met, someone whose relationship with him doesn’t extend beyond the purely transactional.

Yet he still can’t stop himself from shifting underneath his warm covers, fingers trailing down his torso, wrapping around the waistband of his shorts, and lowering his boxers so that his cock springs free and slaps against his toned abs.

He runs his lithe fingertips along the underside of his length, tracing the outline of a prominent vein. He bites his lip and sucks in a quick breath once they dance around his tip. Growing impatient with his own tortuous teasing, his hand wraps around the top half of his cock, thumb spreading the dribbles of precum that leaks out of his slit around his throbbing tip.

His hand twists and tugs at his member at a painstakingly slow pace, taking his sweet time pleasuring himself. He shuts his eyes and envisions your pretty face, pretending that it’s your skilled hands pumping his cock rather than his own.

Lev pictures your hands— perfect, dainty little things— that effortlessly painted sparkling shapes around his eyes. He remembers the shy giggles that escaped your sweet lips when you pushed his hair out of his face. Did your breath hitch too when you lifted his chin and your eyes met for the first time earlier today? Or was he imagining that too? Lev can’t remember properly, and it’s not like he could, not with the way all of the blood from his head rushed to his dick at that exact moment, making him lose complete sense of his surroundings.

He realizes that these flashing mental images of you aren’t enough. He needs more. His shaky hands fumble in the dark in search of his phone. Once he feels the cold glass of his phone screen, he quickly pulls it to his face, the light from the screen stunning his eyes from his dimly lit bedroom. It takes a few seconds for his pupils to adjust to the sudden brightness, but once they do, he opens Instagram.

His fingers fumble through the app’s search bar, quickly typing in your username (which he sneakily found while peeking over your shoulder earlier when you weren’t looking.) After a few frustrating typos, he finds your account.

He scrolls through your feed, marveling at photos of you lounging at the beach in a skimpy bikini, dancing with your friends at some random club in the heart of Tokyo, and playing with your 5 month old puppy.

But one particular photo, a selfie of one of your most recent makeup looks, catches his eye. Shimmery eyeshadow adorns your eyelids, a dreamy look plastered on your face as you stare directly into the camera. Your luscious lips are glossy and slightly parted, and Lev imagines that they’re wrapped around his cock, eagerly kitten-licking the precum off of his aching tip.

This image is what Lev needs to push him over the edge. He cums with a soft cry, his seed spilling all over his tense abs and heaving chest. He immediately reaches over to his nightstand to grab a couple tissues to wipe himself clean.

After tossing the dirtied tissues into the trash, his post-nut clarity begins to sink in. But to his horror, his eyes are met with an embarrassing sight.

He accidentally liked all of your photos.

How the fuck did this happen? Did his finger slip when he was jerking off? In a pitiful attempt at damage control, he clumsily attempts to unlike each post, but to make matters worse, his shaky fingers unintentionally hit the “Follow” button.

All of the blood that was just in his dick rushes to his head.

But before he can even process what just happened, a notification banner drops down from the top of his screen.

You followed him back.

Lev stares at his screen, frozen, a whirlwind of emotions clouding his head— excitement, nervousness, shame, confusion— when his phone buzzes from another notification.

[levhaiba_official] @yourusername sent you a message: it was a pleasure working with you today, mr. haiba! hope we see each other again soon! :)

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Baby Fever

Pairing: Inuoka Sō x CisFem!Reader, NSFW, ~7k

Summary: Sō has always supported you in chasing your dreams. When you wanted to put a hold on starting a family in favor of focusing on your career, he supported you. But dreams change, and you know just the way to show him.

Genre/WC: Fluff, Smut, Established Relationship

THIS WORK IS NSFW SO MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

Warnings: Breeding kink, hella praise kink, soft dom Inuoka, oral (both f and m receiving), face-sitting, otherwise pretty vanilla sex, more shitty post banner making, this is canon-compliant and takes place after the timeskip so TIMESKIP-SPOILERS

A huge thank you to: @meiansmistress and @tetsunormous for beta-reading this <3

Notes:

Written for @meiansmistress​’s Underrated Character Collab (Masterlist can be found here). Thank you for letting me join! This is my first smut fic, so I hope y’all like it!

Inuoka is really the epitome of underrated - he was the first person to really offer a major challenge for Hinata and Kageyama’s freak quick attack, and was a huge inspiration for Hinata to improve his technique. Yet, NOBODY talks about him. So here’s a little smut for this sweet man, as a treat :)

Do not repost my work on here or other platforms, especially platforms with lots of minors, such as TikTok.

Reblogs are very much appreciated! <3 Fic is under the cut.

You met Sō Inuoka in your second year of college, when you went to watch a club volleyball game with your friends. You weren’t really planning on going since you had a business calculus exam the next day, but against your better judgment, you gave into procrastination and ended up going anyway. Sō stood out to you immediately–tall, handsome, and always smiling, even if his team had just lost a long rally. After the match, you went straight to the locker room door, demanding to meet the lanky wing spiker.

Your first date was a week later, a visit to the park to look at the cherry blossoms. You talked about anything and everything about yourselves. He was an education major, you an accounting major. He was an athlete in high school, you were in the band. He’d lived in Tokyo his whole life, whereas you had moved there from the countryside to attend college. The two of you were different in so many ways, yet you just clicked.

You quickly fell in love with his high energy, nonjudgmental attitude, and ability to find joy in every facet of life. So when he asked you to marry him under the same cherry blossoms you had spent your first date under, you knew you could never say no to him. 

From the day you married him, you’ve never felt tired or bored of each other, even almost a decade later. Throughout your entire relationship and marriage, you’ve always supported Sō in pursuing his passions, and you’re happy to do so. When he told you he didn’t want to work in an elementary school anymore after one year of teaching, you supported him. When he decided to take a considerable pay cut to work in childcare, you supported him. With your high-powered corporate job, you made more than enough money to maintain your lifestyle and save some extra on the side. Truthfully, Sō probably wouldn’t need to work if he didn’t want to.

In turn, Sō has done his best to support you too. When you said you wanted to stay in the city, he was happy to do so, even though he had mentioned wanting to move to the countryside someday. When you said you wanted to focus on your career before starting a family, he said he was happy to wait. When you made it clear that you expected him to equally share all housework, he was entirely on board.

In many ways, he’s the perfect husband—always helping you with your portion of the chores, having dinner ready for you when you come home late during the busy season, and gently reminding you when you’re working too hard. He’s an amazing partner, but as the years have gone by, you’ve found yourself feeling like something is missing. You can’t lie to yourself—you know exactly what it is you’re missing.

 Children.

It’s come up before. Kind of. You can always tell when Sō’s thinking about it himself. His hands linger on the swell of your belly when he holds you from behind, he caresses your breasts more in bed, and he leaves light kisses all over your tummy in the morning. But every time you try to subtly clue him in to your own eagerness, he either totally misses your hints or completely changes the subject.

When you two were house-hunting and your real estate agent told you how the spare room would make a perfect nursery, Sō quickly redirected the conversation.

“It could be an office so you can work from home during the busy season!”

When you mentioned that your coworker was taking maternity leave after the birth of her son, he reassured you that you wouldn’t need to do that any time soon.

“Don’t feel like you need to put your career on hold for my sake.”

And when you showed him Lev and his girlfriend’s pregnancy announcement on Instagram, he laughed.

“I never thought he’d be the first of us to have kids! That’s crazy!”

You’ve always known that Sō can be oblivious, but this worries you.

Part of you fears that he doesn’t want kids anymore and he’s too afraid to tell you. He works with children every day, and you’ve seen him, listened to his complaints, and comforted him after a few bad days where he felt like he couldn’t do anything right. Maybe those few bad days were enough to change his mind.

Yet, the good days seem to outnumber the bad. Those days where Sō comes home with the biggest grin on his face, telling you how Mika-chan has finally stopped flinging her food everywhere at lunchtime, how Kaito-kun is finally figuring out how to play with the kendama, and how much fun he had teaching him new tricks. It’s days like those that make you remember how much Sō loves kids, and how much you want to see him with them yourself. 

It’s for that reason that you text him and insist on picking him up when he has to work late one Friday night.

 Sō: I can just take the train, baby. That’s what I always do. It’s late and I don’t want to make you drive at night.

You: It’s the weekend, I don’t have to work. I’m not worried about staying up late. Besides, it’s starting to get cold outside. Let me do something nice for you.

Sō: Alright. See you tonight. Love you, baby!

 You arrive at Sō’s daycare and pull into an open parking space. The lights are still on and you can vaguely make out the silhouette of his spiky hair through the curtains. Almost as if on cue, your phone beeps with another text.

 Sō: Still waiting on one more parent pickup. They should be here in ten or so minutes. Not sure if you’re here yet, but come in if you don’t want to wait in the car.

 You exit your car and make your way towards the entrance, feeling strangely anxious. Although you’ve picked him up from work a few times before, you’ve never been inside the daycare itself. You quash your nerves as best you can and make your way towards the entrance.

The first thing you notice when you open the door is the smell of sweets wafting through the air. The next thing you notice is the two nearly identical little girls hanging off of Sō’s lanky frame. Both of them have their dark hair tied in pigtails and their faces are covered in paint. You toe off your shoes and close the door behind you. Despite the noise you’ve made, Sō hasn’t noticed you come in yet.

Butterflies flurry in your stomach as you watch him wiggle himself free from the girls. He sits them down carefully and quietly reminds them of the importance of cleaning up after themselves. One by one, he gently squishes their plump little cheeks and wipes the finger paint off their faces. It’s such a tender, sweet moment that you don’t want to interrupt. Thankfully, one of the girls notices you first and points a chubby finger in your direction.

“Inuoka-san, there’s a pretty lady here,” she says.

Sō glances over his shoulder and his face breaks out into a wide grin.

“Hey,” you say quietly, waving.

Sō turns back towards the girl and lightly pushes her hand down.

“Himari-chan, it’s not polite to point at people,” he says. She pouts and mumbles an insincere apology.

Sō gets up and walks over to you, planting a light kiss on your cheek.

“Hey, baby,” he whispers.

The girls trail behind him closely, tugging at his pant legs.

“Inuoka-san, we’re supposed to be playing!” the slightly taller one complains.

“We’re done playing tonight, Akari-chan. Your mommy and daddy are on their way and we need to finish cleaning up before they get here!”

“Fiiiiiine,” she grumbles.

You offer to help the three of them clean up the play space, but Sō insists that the girls need to learn to clean up after themselves, so you watch them instead. Sō shuffles between the girls as they put their toys away and collect their finger paintings, reminding them to push their chairs back in and sweep up their crumbs. Once they’re finished, he guides them over to the front door and helps them slip their shoes back on. You watch him kneel and tie Himari’s shoelaces, while Akari patiently waits for her turn. The sight is so cute that it makes your heart flutter in your chest. You make your way over to Akari and kneel in front of her.

“Can I help you with your shoes?” you ask.

“I like it when Inuoka-san ties my shoes,” she huffs, crossing her arms.

“Well, I’ll let you in on a little secret,” you say, looping her shoelaces together and smiling. “My name is also Inuoka-san.”

Akari eyes you in confusion, but is quickly distracted by the sound of the front door opening. A couple walks in and Sō quickly rises to his feet and bows politely.

“Welcome, Takahashi-san,” he says. “The girls will be ready to go as soon as their shoes are tied.”

“MOMMY, DADDY!” the girls screech, leaping off their chairs with half-tied shoelaces. You stop Akari before she can trip and finish tying her other shoe for her. She flashes a smile at you and runs back over to her parents.

“Who’s this?” Mr. Takahashi asks, eyeing you as you stand. “Did the daycare hire another caretaker?”

“Oh, my apologies for not making introductions, Takahashi-san,” he says, bowing. “This is my wife. She came to pick me up tonight.”

“Wife?” the girls repeat back in unison, sounding so scandalized that you can’t keep yourself from chuckling.

“Himari, Akari, don’t be rude!” Mrs. Takahashi reprimands. Both the girls bow to you in apology and you kindly wave them off.

“It’s just fine, Takahashi-san,” you say. “They’re sweet girls.”

“Your husband has taken great care of them,” Mr. Takahashi says. “They love coming here every day.”

You smile fondly at Sō, who bashfully accepts the compliment. You feel warm inside, seeing him get the appreciation you know he deserves.

“How many children do you have, Inuoka-kun?” Mrs. Takahashi asks. “You’re so good with our girls, I’d be surprised if you didn’t already have a few of your own.”

You feel the smile slip from your face as Sō answers.

“Oh, we don’t have any children,” Sō says. “My wife here is a career woman. We’re waiting until she’s ready.”

“Oh,” Mrs. Takahashi says, frowning slightly. She eyes you a little disapprovingly before looking back at Sō. “You shouldn’t wait much longer. Your wife is getting to be of that age where it’s going to be harder to conceive.”

“Okay, time to go home,” Mr. Takahashi cuts in. “Thank you, Inuoka-kun. We’ll see you again on Monday.”

You thank him internally for his prudence and watch as he ushers his family out of the building. Sō looks over at you once the door closes and presses a kiss to your cheek.

“Ready to go home, baby?”

 You can’t help but feel a little cranky as you drive Sō back to your house. He must notice your sullen expression, because he reaches over and reassuringly squeezes your thigh as you drive, his touch instantly helping you relax.

“Don’t mind what Takahashi-san said back there,” he says. “She’s a bit old-fashioned. We’re not even thirty, we have plenty of time to think about kids later.”

“It’s fine,” you say dismissively, trying to ignore the hurt you feel inside. Another awkward silence falls over the car, so you quickly try to change the subject.

“Their daughters are very sweet,” you say.

“Aren’t they?” Sō says, his trademark grin breaking out on his face again. “They’re twins.”

“I could tell,” you giggle. “What do you think would happen if we had twins?”

“I don’t know,” Sō laughs. “I’ve had a few sets of twins over the years. They are definitely a handful.”

“I think we could manage them,” you say.

“I know work’s keeping you busy,” Sō says. “You don’t have to worry about that if you’re not ready.”

“I know,” you murmur, one of your hands trailing down the steering wheel and resting in your lap.

Sō beams at you again, completely oblivious to the way you subconsciously lay your hand on your belly. You know he didn’t mean to make you feel bad, but seeing him taking care of those girls just reminded you so badly of what you’re missing, what you want the most. What you can’t seem to get him to understand, despite all the seemingly obvious clues you’ve been dropping. You put both hands back on the steering wheel and take a deep breath.

The time for subtleties has passed.

You’re a bundle of nerves all throughout dinner, mind running through all the possibilities of what you could say to him. You’re nearly finished brushing your teeth when you decide that talking won’t be enough. As soon as you are both finished showering, you practically drag Sō into your shared bedroom and usher him to the foot of the bed.

“You must be tired,” you say, kneeling behind him on the mattress.

“A little bit, but not much more than usual,” he says. “I don’t mind having to stay at work a little late, you do it all the time.”

“I know,” you say, kissing his cheek softly. “But you take such good care of me when I come home. Let me make it up to you.”

You lay your hands on his shoulders and start rubbing firm circles into his muscles. Sō sighs tiredly as you work away the knots in his shoulders.

“Feels good, baby,” he says.

You continue massaging him for a few more minutes, reveling in every satisfied noise that leaves his mouth. You lean closer into him, placing soft kisses along the side of his neck and gently running your fingertips up and down his arms.

“What are you doing, baby?” Sō asks, turning to look at you.

“What do you mean?” you ask, feigning ignorance and batting your eyelashes.

“I don’t know… You don’t usually give me this kind of attention,” he says, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“Well, I saw you wrangling those kids today, and… I just wanted to help you relax,” you say. “You’re always telling me how hard I work and you never give yourself any credit. I should be doing this for you more often.”

“Well, I won’t complain if you do.”

Sō turns back around, leaning into your touch. You knead your fingers further into the taut, sinewy muscle of his back. You thought that after retiring from volleyball, he would have lost some of it by now, but you suppose that herding dozens of children every day is still a workout in and of itself. You tug on the back of his shirt, and whisper in his ear.

“Can you take this off for me?” you ask quietly. Your breath tickles the sensitive skin on Sō’s neck, and he quietly shudders.

“Yeah,” he says breathlessly.

He pulls his shirt over his head and you immediately resume massaging his shoulders. His skin is warm and soft to the touch, freckles smattered across his shoulders and down his back like little constellations. You trail your hands down his upper back and around his torso, lightly catching your thumbs on his nipples.

“Ah,” he hisses. “What are you doing, baby?”

“Shh,” you whisper. “Let me take care of you, my love.”

You place open-mouth kisses down the side of his neck, letting your tongue glide across the sensitive skin of his pulse. Sō whines quietly and reaches for you, but you gently swat his hand away. You leave one hand to keep teasing at his hardening nipples and use the other to trail down his abdomen to his groin. You gently graze your fingers against the growing bulge in his shorts, and he sighs.

“You’re so sexy,” you murmur against his skin. You suddenly bite down on the junction of his neck and shoulder, sucking hard and soothing it with your tongue. As you do, you gently palm his quickly-forming erection through the fabric of his shorts. Sō gasps and bucks into your hand.

“Baby…”

“Relax, Sō,” you say, running your hand over him once more.

You tug on the top of his pants, and he lifts his hips to help you wiggle them down. He kicks them off the rest of the way off as you place one last kiss on his neck and move yourself so you’re situated between his legs.

You’ve slept together hundreds of times, but Sō’s cock never fails to make your mouth water. It’s not the thickest you’ve ever had, but it’s long, curved and veiny, and dribbling with precum. You lightly wrap your hand around the top and run your thumb over the sensitive slit, making him hiss and buck into your hand. Before you can take the tip into your mouth, Sō tips your chin up with the tip of his finger.

“Wait, baby,” he says with bated breath. “Come here.”

He leans down and caresses your cheek, meeting you halfway in a gentle kiss. His lips are soft as they brush against yours, and you feel that familiar coil in your abdomen tighten at his touch. Sō has always been so sweet, and to you, it’s one of the sexiest things about him. He tugs at the bottom of your shirt lightly.

“Take this off,” he whispers, his breath lightly fanning against your lips.

You pull away and lift your shirt off. Sō’s eyes trail down your exposed chest and he pulls you to your feet. His lips lightly encase one of your nipples, sucking lightly before slowly circling the perky bud with his tongue.

“Don’t tease me, Sō,” you plead with a sigh.

His quiet apology is muffled by the soft fat of your breast, but you know deep down that he’s not really sorry. He continues suckling lightly at your tit and squeezing the other one with his free hand. You push his head away after a few more seconds of this, sinking back down to his eye level and kissing him more hungrily. You can feel him smirking as he kisses you back, and you nip at his lower lip in retaliation.

“Sorry, baby,” he whispers, reaching across and fondling your breasts again. “Just love having these tits in my mouth. Not as much as I love you, though.”

Sō gives you another one of his goofy grins, leaning forward and kissing the tip of your nose.

“Ugh, you’re so corny,” you grumble.

“I’m corny because I’m in love!”

“I love you too, Sō,” you whisper back. “Can I suck your dick now?”

“Fuck yes.”

Sō lets go of your chin and you kneel down between his legs again. You take the tip of his cock between your lips and swirl your tongue around the sensitive tip. He tangles his fingers in your hair and gently guides your head down the shaft. You take more of him into your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue around the head, just how he likes it. Saliva dribbles down the rest of his length and you delicately wrap your hand around the base, pumping slowly along with the pace that you’ve set with your mouth. You look up at him through lidded eyes and he groans softly.

“Oh, fuck, baby. You look so good taking my cock like that. You like choking on my dick?”

You relax your jaw as much as you can, allowing him to push even deeper down your throat. Sō tightens his grip in your hair, so you let go of his cock and let him set the pace. Instead, you move your hand down towards his balls, gently squeezing and tugging, feeling the way they tighten as his tip hits the back of your throat. Tears prick at your eyes as he continues to fuck your mouth. Sō’s expression twists in pleasure, his moans become more ragged, and you can tell that he’s close to finishing. You suck even harder until he suddenly pulls you off his cock with a loud pop.

“Wait, baby,” he says breathlessly.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, kissing the inside of his thigh.

“Don’t… wanna come yet…” he pants. The head of his cock is flushed a dark pink and soaked with a mixture of his precum and your spit. “Wanna fuck you first.”

Sō holds his hands out to you and you take them. He helps you stand before yanking your shorts and your panties down in one go. You climb into his lap, but before you can kiss him, he lays back on the bed and gestures towards his mouth.

“Sit on my face,” he says.

“Thought you wanted to fuck me?” you ask, grinding your core over his aching length. Fighting back a moan, he grips your thighs and squeezes hard.

“I said, sit on my face,” he says, more authoritatively this time. His commanding tone goes straight to your pussy, and you feel yourself clench around nothing.

“Come here, baby,” he holds his hands out to you once more and guides you over his waiting mouth.

Before you can lower yourself down, Sō runs two fingers between your folds and teases around your weeping hole. You shudder as he pulls his fingers back to show you the mess you’ve made, your slick webbing on his fingers.

“So wet, baby,” he says. “All this just from sucking my dick? You’re so filthy.”

He reaches up, pressing his fingers into your open mouth. You close your lips around them, tasting your own desire on your tongue. You swirl your tongue around his fingertips and suck desperately.

“So messy, baby,” he says, pulling his fingers from your mouth and trailing them down your sides.

“Just wanna make you feel go–ahhh…” you moan as Sō suddenly flattens his tongue on your cunt and swipes it through your folds.

“Tastes good,” he says, more to himself than to you.

Suddenly, Sō pulls you down and buries his face in your drenched cunt, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of your thighs. He licks languid stripes up and down your slit, gathering as much of your slick on his tongue as he can. You relax down into him, weaving your fingers into his long hair as he moves his attention to your clit, alternating between circling it gently and giving it firm sucks. You mewl and gasp for breath as he slurps and sucks at your pussy, and when he yanks you even closer to his face, your whole body begins to quiver in pleasure.

After a particularly aggressive suck on your clit, Sō moves his tongue back towards your sopping entrance. He easily slips it inside, soft flesh meeting even softer walls, and you can’t keep yourself from grinding on his face. He hums contentedly as you fuck yourself on his tongue, causing shockwaves of pleasure to course through your body. It feels so good, and you’re so close to falling apart, so when he nuzzles his nose into your clit, you do. You whine loudly as you gush all over his waiting mouth, fisting your hand in his hair and making him grunt. He frantically laps up your cum like a man starved as you ride the wave of your orgasm, only stopping when you whimper and pull yourself off his face.

You swing a shaky leg over him and collapse at his side, body still reeling with the aftershocks of the intense orgasm Sō just gave you. He doesn’t hesitate to roll over you and kiss you messily, tongue sliding along yours and making you whine. You taste yourself on his lips yet again and it makes your still pulsing core flood with want. You start to snake your legs up Sō’s sides and nudge him towards your waiting cunt, but he breaks the kiss and grins instead.

“Be patient, baby,” he says sweetly, peppering your face with light kisses. “But don’t go anywhere, I’m not done with you yet.”

Sō rushes over to the bedside table, his hard cock slapping back against his stomach as he goes. You can’t help but feel a little disappointed as he grabs a condom from the drawer and rolls it over his length.

Sō climbs back on the bed, pulling you close to him by your thighs and rubbing the tip of his cock over your folds. He leans down, brushing his lips over yours and whispering.

“You look so beautiful spread open like this, pretty girl,” he murmurs. “It’s all for me, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” you whine.

“Want me to fuck you?”

You hum in agreement and try to pull him closer, but he fights back against your grip.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Please, Sō. Fuck me. I want it so bad. Please. Want your dick.”

“Good girl,” Sō says, slowly pressing his cock into you. It slides in easily with how wet you are from your last orgasm, but the stretch still pulls a throaty moan from both of you.

“Mmm,” Sō hums. “You feel so good, baby. Gonna take such good care of you.”

Sō snakes his hand down your torso until his thumb catches that little sensitive bud just above where he’s joined with you. It sends another jolt of pleasure through you and you feel yourself clench around him.

“Needy tonight, aren’t we, pretty girl?” he asks condescendingly.

You answer him by trying to roll your hips up to meet him, but he holds them down firmly, pressing you into the mattress with his weight.

“Behave,” he says authoritatively, pushing your wrists up and holding them down next to your head. “You remember what happens when you don’t behave, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then what?”

“Naughty girls don’t get to finish.” Your cheeks flame hot as you say it quietly, and you’re rewarded with one of his lopsided grins and the snap of his hips further into you.

Sō’s thrusts are slow and hard to begin, like he’s savoring every bit of you as much as he can. Lewd sounds fill your ears as his hips slap wetly into the back of your thighs. He holds you so tightly that your tits are squished into his chest, yet somehow, he doesn’t feel nearly close enough for your taste.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Such a pretty girl. Such a good pussy, sucking my cock in like this. Mmm, fuck—ou were so sweet to me today. Picking me up from work, giving me a massage, letting me fuck your pretty little mouth like that…”

He growls right into your ear and then leans down, closing his lips around the sensitive skin of your neck and sucking hard. The pain makes you mewl and close your legs around him even more.

“You want something from me, don’t you?” he asks patronizingly, thrusting hard and pulling a loud moan from your throat. “Fuck, you sound so good.”

You dig your nails into his back, pressing little crescent moons into his skin. You leave wet kisses all over his neck and shoulder as he thrusts harder, using his muscle to muffle your moans. His skin is hot against your lips, and it makes you crave the feeling of having him even closer.

“What do you want, pretty girl?” he asks again.

You’re thankful that Sō’s face is currently buried into your hair and he can’t see the way you nervously chew at your bottom lip. Heat floods your cheeks and you grip him even tighter. Sō sucks on your earlobe, grinding harder into your cunt and making you squeak when the tip of his cock brushes your cervix.

“Use your words. I can’t give it to you if you don’t tell me.”

His voice is heady and husky, and it makes you tremble in his arms. Both your mind and your heart race as you try to pluck up the courage to tell him what you really want.

When you fail to answer him again, he stills inside of you and props himself up above you on his elbows.

“Are you okay, baby? You’re being really quiet,” he whispers, his expression softening with concern as he brushes your hair out of your eyes. “Talk to me. Do you want to stop?”

“I don’t want you to stop,” you mumble.

“Then what’s wrong?” he asks.

You swallow hard and answer him.

“A baby. I want you to give me a baby.”

Sō’s eyes widen and his cheeks turn even redder than they already were before.

“What?” he asks, his face hovering inches away from yours.

You reach up and cup his flushed cheeks.

“I… I want to start trying,” you say. “I’ve thought a lot about it, and I’m ready if you are. I wanna have a baby, Sō.”

Sō stares at you for a moment, and you can practically see the gears turning in his head. His silence makes you turn your head away in shame, and humiliation quickly begins to eat away at you.

“Sorry,” you mumble, moving to cover your face in embarrassment. “I shouldn’t have–”

“Don’t be sorry, baby,” he says, lightly guiding your hand away from your face and pressing a soft kiss to your palm. He lets go of your hand and tilts your head back to face him again. “I… I want that, too. Just wasn’t expecting you to say that. You really wanna start trying?”

“Yes,” you say, nodding your head hurriedly. “I want this. I have for a while. I’ve been trying to hint at it for a long time but I don’t think I was clear enough for you to understand.”

Sō pulls out of you, quickly tearing off the condom and discarding it to the side. His breath is heavy on your face as he lines himself back up with your entrance.

“You’re really sure?” he asks, running his bare cock up and down your shining folds and hissing at the feeling of your slick coating the tip of his cock.

“Yes,” you huff impatiently. “How many times are you going to ask me before you fuck me?”

“Alright, alright, point taken.”

Sō pushes back inside of you in one swift motion, another low moan rumbling in his throat. Without the extra barrier that the condom provides, you can feel every vein and ridge of his dick rubbing against your walls, and fuck… it feels incredible.

“F-fuck, baby,” Sō groans. “You’re so warm.”

You loop your arms back around his neck and pull him in for a messy kiss. He kisses you back eagerly, parting your lips with his tongue and tangling it with yours. You can still taste your essence on him, and you moan into his open mouth. He pulls away from your lips, his eyes lidded and heavy with lust.

“Are you sure about this, baby?” he asks.

“Yes,” you groan petulantly, rolling your hips up into his. Sō swears through gritted teeth and his grip on your hips tightens. He pulls back and thrusts into you hard, forcing a loud, nearly animalistic moan from your throat. You throw your head back and you arch your back, Sō’s cock twitching inside of you again.

“Hey,” he says lowly, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. “We still have rules, remember?”

“Yes,” you whimper, tangling your fingers in his hair.

“Good girl,” he whispers.

Sō grits his teeth as he starts slowly fucking into you again. He squeezes his eyes shut, and you can tell that he’s having to hold back.

“Oh my god, baby,” he grunts. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good. So tight. Such a good girl for me, fuck!”

He continues thrusting in and out of you, leaning down and setting his forehead against yours. The pace he sets is agonizingly slow, and it’s driving you crazy with need.

“Faster, Sō, please,” you whine, clamping down on his cock and digging your nails into the skin of his shoulders. “Want more of you.”

“I… I can’t,” he practically whimpers. “Gonna come too soon. Don’t… don’t wanna come yet. Want you to come again. Want to feel you come on my cock.”

You gently tickle his arms, locking your ankles behind his back and pulling his body flush against yours.

“I will if you would stop worrying so goddamn much,” you grumble as he pulls out almost all the way. “Really, you’re kind of pissing me off–ah!”

Sō’s light pinch of your clit cuts off your complaint with a gasp and you arch into him even further. He clenches his jaw even tighter as you spasm around him.

“Quit being a brat or I’ll treat you like one,” he says as you quiver and shake underneath him. “Understood?”

“Yes,” you whimper, blushing and looking back up at him through your eyelashes.

“That’s my good girl.”

Sō starts fucking into you again, but harder and more desperately. He sets his thumb around your clit again, circling it along with the harsh pace he’s set with his thrusts. It feels like he’s in your throat with the way he drives into you over and over again, the wet sounds of your bodies slapping together echoing through the otherwise quiet house. You stuff your knuckles in between your teeth, trying to muffle the embarrassingly bawdy sounds he’s forcing from your lips.

“Don’t,” he says, pulling your hand away and holding it down next to your head. “Let me hear you. Does my cock feel good?”

“So good!” you whimper.

“Want me to fill you up? Stuff this pussy full of cum until you’re pregnant?”

“Yes, yes, sir! Please fill me up!” you cry out. “Want it so bad. Want your cum.”

“Waited for this for so long, baby,” Sō grunts between thrusts. “I wanna make you a mommy so bad. You’ll be so good at it.”

He fumblingly grabs at your tit with his free hand, grazing his thumb across your nipple and pinching it softly. You moan at his touch, tight cunt squeezing him with every thrust.

“I can’t wait to see these tits–fuck–fill up with milk. This belly swell with our child. Fuck, you feel so good. How do you feel so fucking good?”

Sō’s praise only spurs you on, and you roll your hips into him even harder, meeting him thrust for thrust. At this angle, the tip of his cock nudges against your g-spot, and your plush walls clamp even tighter around his throbbing length. The coil in your abdomen tightens and you feel yourself rapidly approaching another peak.

“Should’ve been fucking you like this ages ago, pretty girl,” S�� groans. “Gonna stuff you so full.”

His thumb speeds up on your clit, and you come with a strangled cry, pleasure coursing through your body like electric shocks. You feel your pussy clenching and spasming around Sō’s cock as he roughly fucks you through it. Your climax quickly triggers his and he moans raggedly as he spills into your cunt. You feel his cock twitch inside you as he coats your insides with his cum. He gasps once more as he comes down from his high, and catches himself on his elbows before he falls right on top of you. He looks heavenly above you, sweat beading on his forehead and smiling almost drunkenly as he gingerly kisses your swollen lips.

“I love you so much, baby,” he says, tenderly brushing your hair out of your face.

“I love you, too,” you say, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose.

Sō pulls out of you carefully and rolls to the side, tracing the curve of your cheek and staring at you adoringly.

“You really want this, baby?” he asks yet again. “This isn’t just about what Takahashi-san said earlier?”

“It’s a little late to be asking me that, Sō,” you laugh. “Besides, I wouldn’t have begged you to raw me if I weren’t fully committed.”

Sō snorts and looks away from you in embarrassment.

“Don’t hide from me,” you tease. “You know what I meant.”

“Well, yeah, but you didn’t have to say it like that,” he laughs.

You giggle and take his hand, guiding it down your body.

“Can’t waste a drop,” you say, nuzzling into the curve of his neck. “Might not take.”

Sō uses his fingers to wipe up the stray cum trickling from your cunt and carefully pushes it back inside of you. He curls into your side, placing featherlight kisses on your nose and cheeks.

“Wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world,” he murmurs. “That would mean I get to have you like this again.”

“You can have me like this whenever you want,” you say sincerely. Sō pulls his fingers from you and pushes your still-shaking thighs together.

“Can I get you anything?” he asks. “Water or a snack or something?”

“No,” you tell him. “Just hold me, please.”

Sō sits up and grabs a wet wipe from the bedside table. As soon as he’s done cleaning himself up, he pulls the discarded duvet over you. When he lays back down, his arms curl around your waist and he wraps you in his embrace. With your ear pressed to his chest, you can hear the faint beating of his heart reverberating through his body, and it begins to lull you into sleep.

“I can’t wait to start our little family,” Sō whispers into your hair. “Having little mini versions of us running around. It’s gonna be amazing. I just hope they’re half as smart as you.”

“As long as they have your smile,” you say sleepily, feeling yourself drift into slumber. The last thing you can hear before you fall asleep are Sō’s whispered declarations of love.

Five Months Later

It’s a random Wednesday in late March when you decide to pick Sō up from work again. There isn’t any clear reason for you to pick him up as far as he’s aware of, but you insisted on it, so he lets you. However, instead of taking him home, you drive to the park where you had your first date almost ten years ago. As soon as the car is parked, you eagerly get out of the car.

“What are we doing here, baby?” he asks.

“I wanna show you something,” you say.

You tug him towards the largest cherry tree in the park, your heart racing in your chest as you go. Pink blossoms scatter across the ground, painting the most picturesque scene of a cool spring evening. Coming to a stop underneath the tree, Sō spins you around and intertwines his fingers with yours.

“We’ve been here a million times, what do you wanna show me?”

The box in your coat pocket suddenly feels like it weighs a hundred pounds. You feel your heart racing as you slowly wrap your fingers on your free hand around it.

“You know how much I love this cherry tree,” you say, nervously kicking at some of the blossoms that litter the ground around your feet.

“I do.”

“And you know how important it is to us, right?”

“Of course, baby.”

“Some of our most precious memories have been made at this tree,” you say shyly. “So I wanted to make another one.”

Your hands tremble nervously as you take the box out of your pocket and hand it to him. Sō eyes you curiously for a moment, but turns his attention to the package and begins opening it. You follow the course of his gaze as he pulls the plastic stick out and examines the two pink lines it bears. He blinks once, twice, and then his eyes widen. As the initial shock begins to wear off, Sō speaks low and quiet.

“Baby, are you…?”

“I made a doctor’s appointment for tomorrow to make sure,” you say. “I’d like you to come with me.”

“Baby,” he says, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes and his trademark grin breaking out on his face. “Does this mean…?”

“It does.”

Sō falls to his knees, crying freely and happily. His hands trail up and down your sides and he gently rests his forehead on your belly. You feel wetness from his tears seeping through the fabric of your dress, and your heart swells with love for this sweet, sweet man as you comb your fingers through his hair.

“Baby, you’re so perfect,” he cries softly. “We’re gonna be parents. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

You help him to his feet and he immediately scoops you back into his arms, peppering kisses all over your face. When he pulls back, he gently cradles your face in his hands, wiping away the tears that fall down your own cheeks.

“I love you so much,” he says quietly.

“I love you, too,” you say happily. “Now let’s go home.”

You take his hand and lead him back towards the car.

“Let me drive,” he says protectively, taking the keys from your hand.

You buckle your seatbelt as Sō settles into the driver’s seat. As soon as you’re both buckled, he leans back over and dots more kisses to your cheeks and lips.

“When can I tell the guys?” he asks, hand coming to rest on your belly.

“Maybe wait until after our doctor’s appointment,” you say.

Sō looks at you adoringly, before taking you home. He spends the rest of the day in fits of joyful tears, only stopping to press more kisses to your face and belly. The only other time he cries as much is nine months later, when he cradles your beautiful baby girl in his arms for the first time.

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[roanniee]

Maelstrom

Collab piece for @meiansmistress for the Underrated Character Collab! Do check them and the other writers on the collab out.

Warnings: GENDER NEUTRAL READER, Swearing, Angst, Fluff, Mentions of infidelity, Toxic past relationships, Haikyuu pairings, will add more as we go on.

Background rare pairs galore! HoshiHina, UshiSaku, MatsuHanaIwaOi, BokuKen, KuroTsuki, SemiTen x OC, SunaKomo, AtsuKage and OsaAka!

ENJOY!

Summary:

Successful model and singer Y/n has no time for romance. Their life has always been about success and will stay that way for as long as they can help it.

Add in their parents that are hell bent on keeping their family traditions alive and a cute libero that is determined to woo them, the 2021 Olympics is about to have more drama than anyone had originally anticipated.

Introductions

Y/n's Sidekicks

High School Clowns

Japan National Team and Co. 1 2

Convincing

I'm Back (WC)

Argument (WC)

Rant and Chaos

Meet the Team (WC)

Drama Part 1 (WC)

Drama Part 2

Hang Out, Interrupted (WC)

Interaction

Drama Part 3

Matchmaking

Voice Call (WC)

Be My Date? (WC)

Reaching Out

Live Interview (WC)

Thank You

Planning

Sabotage (WC)

Public Apology

Olympics (WC)

Epilogue (WC)

©Roannie 2021 Please do not plagiarise or repost my works.

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[atsuminthe]

notte stellata

★ synopsis: the hill behind the house is the best viewing spot for the perseid shower.

★ character(s): akagi michinari

★ word count: 723

★ can be read while listening to: il volo — notte stellata (the swan)

★ minty’s notes: akagi my beloved <3 this is my first entry for @meiansmistress ’s Underrated Collab ♡

    “michi, come on, hurry up! it’s going to start at any moment!” you excitedly call out for your husband, who laughs as he carries the blanket and two comforters from inside. akagi watches as you bounce up and down with a smile on his face, having laid the checkered quilt on the soft grass of the hill.

    “i got it, honey. i’m here, so is the blanket, so sit down.”

    you do as he says, plopping on the ground and laying next to him—he puts his arm under your head to support you and you scooch closer, squishing your cheek against his chest. he lets out another chuckle that makes his ribcage vibrate and the corners of your lips curve upwards in a soft smile.

    “you’re very enthusiastic about this,” your husband notes—his tone is amused, yet gentle and loving. it makes your heartbeat a little faster and you raise your head, resting your chin on his chest. “hello there,” he continues, a warm hand coming to stroke your hair and you nuzzle into his palm.

    “hi,” you whisper back. “and of course i am. we haven’t had time to stargaze together in so long, michi!” you’re supposed to sound irritated, maybe a little mad, but the only effect it has over your husband is that it makes a hearty laugh reverberate in his chest. you puff your cheeks out in protest, but he squishes them in his hand, your lips puckering in the process—he moves a little to place a kiss on them, eyes full of adoration.

    “you should turn around, then. the first perseid already passed us,” he advises and allows you to adjust your body. the arm under you moves to rest on your waist, his palm caressing your side as he holds you close to him.

    it’s just you, him, the wind and the sky.

    you point out as many perseids as you can, even counting them at some point, as you giggle and make up silly stories about them—they’re a child’s wish for a whale in his backyard, or fairy dust from the great fairy queen when she sneezed that one time, or some celestial god’s celestial cat broke a celestial vase and the perseids are celestial shards. akagi leans his head on the comforter, eyes closed as he listens to the breeze swishing the branches and leaves of the old willow tree behind you, as well as your explanations for the falling stars, perfectly content with the way things turned out.

    if he recalls correctly, he befriended you during one of inarizaki’s training camps—it was late at night and he couldn’t sleep, so he decided to grab a glass of warm milk and go watch the stars from the balcony. what he didn’t expect was you, clad in a t-shirt too big for you and with a blanket on your shoulder, gazing fondly at the night sky. you didn’t notice him at first, too absorbed in tracing constellations—he sat down next to you and you registered his presence when he sipped on his milk. none of you said a word back then—akagi silently offered you a sip of his milk as you raised the blanket so he could fit under it. you resumed watching the tiny sparkly dots, eyelids getting heavier by the second. before you fell asleep, you whispered “thank you” and he whispered “no problem” back, smiling slightly. to this day, he has no idea what exactly you thanked him for, but he can guess that it had to do something with viewing the stars together.

    a soft snore startles him out of his reverie and he snorts, knowing without looking that you’ve fallen asleep on him—he doesn’t know if it’s the stars or him that make you pass out so easily. he settles for a combination of both. gently shaking you so he can move you around, he wraps you in the blanket like a burrito and hoists you in his arms. he can get the comforters some other time—they’re ugly anyway, nobody’ll miss them.

    with a kiss to your forehead and a silent “i love you, my little star”, he brings you back inside, thanking the night sky for bringing you together all these years ago.

    the perseid shower stops—the north star shines just the tiniest bit brighter, flickering behind him.

    ‘no problem.’

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