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akaashi, who went to write his essay in a coffee shop, although he can’t help but to admire you while you work. at some point he finds himself going there more and more often. he learns your name, your school, usual coffee order — all through small talk while you make his drink.

and then there’s bokuto, who walks in to get something one day. he reads your name tag and, with a smile, tells you, “oh, y/n? you must be the one that akaashi keeps talking about. he thinks you’re pretty.”

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BokuOi and "Some dance to remember, some dance to forget"

I just want to tell you that I love you more than anything in the entire universe, and I hope you like this.

Tooru whirls and spins, arms aloft, moving subconsciously to the melody, letting it pull him along, adrift in nothing but pure feeling. His eyes are closed, and he doesn’t worry about anything in his way, doesn’t let himself stop moving for even a moment, dancing as if his life depends on it. The music moves him like something tangible, like something so ingrained in his blood and bones that it’s impossible to resist, not that he’d ever want to. He completes spins and flips and bows, effortless and intricate at the same time, unfaltering as he goes, never even pausing.

His thoughts swirl as he does, drifting along memories. He remembers happy ones, like he and Bokuto snuggled together on a couch. The one birthday of his that they spent together at an amusement park. The nights they got to sleep side by side. There’s little moments of domesticity, making breakfast together in the morning, cheek kisses goodbye before a day apart, sharing a warm bath before bed. There’s a million and one impressions of kisses, of fleeting touches, of softly reverent words whispered under the cover of darkness.

And there’s unwelcome memories, too, though Tooru can’t push them away, knows that they’re all part of him like the others, knows that he wouldn’t be whole, or him, without them. He dances just a little faster, tries to flit across the wide room quick enough for the memories to slide by like a river just out of reach. It’s not possible, he knows, but it doesn’t stop him from trying. There are flashes of arguments and yelling, tempers flared too much to settle easily. Days where they were apart, tearing at his heart in loneliness. Nights were he wasn’t even sure where Bokuto was. And most prominently, a lingering cloud over all his senses, trapping him in an endless moment: the day Bokuto had left.

He can feel it simmering under his skin, as if it were only the day before and not at least a year since then, burning heat and then ice cold alternating just when he thinks that he’s gotten used to the pain. The music has stopped, he realizes abruptly, just as he has, and he knows even without opening his eyes that he’s in the middle of the room, facing the mirrored wall, perfectly still aside from the heaving in his chest and the tears slowly creeping out of the corners of his eyes and down his cheeks.

His arms drop to his sides without any instruction from him, and he stands silently for a moment, face tilted to the ceiling, gathering the energy to open his eyes. Before he can there’s a tight warmth surrounding him, and he gasps, eyes shooting open as he’s squeezed. In the mirror he sees himself, and the person that haunts his every moment, never leaving his thoughts, even in sleep. Bokuto clings to him fiercely, and Tooru wraps his own arms around his waist.

“I’m back now, Tooru.”

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bokuto & oikawa + 42. “I don’t know if I should kiss you or slap you.”

:) ilu madelyn

“I don’t know if I should kiss you or slap you.” Bokuto’s voice was a growl next to Tooru’s ear, low and dangerous and absolutely captivating.

“I’m good with both.”

And Tooru can practically feel the grin spreading across Bokuto’s face against his neck, can definitely feel the breath of Bokuto’s words, hot and damp. “Kinky.”

“A bit, yeah.” Tooru lets out some semblance of a laugh, and he thinks Bokuto can only hear it over the music because of how close together there are, pressed against this hallway wall in some stranger’s house. “You wanna find out how much?”

“Hell yeah.” Bokuto bites at Tooru’s neck then, and Tooru’s not sure if it’s a threat or a promise. He’s not sure he cares to know the difference. “I’d have you already if it weren’t for the clothes between us.”

“Now that’s kinky, Kou-chan. What about all these people around us?” Another bite, and a laugh from somewhere off to the side, and even though Tooru knows that none of these people are actually paying attention, that they’re all too busy with their music and beer, a thrill shoots down his spine anyway.

“Fuck em.”

“I’d rather fuck you.”

“That can be arranged.” Bokuto pulls back, his face only inches from Tooru’s own, razor sharp smile stretched across his face. “Your place or mine, sweetheart?”

“Yours is closer.” Then Tooru leans in again to speak directly into Bokuto’s ear, and if he manages a nibble or two while he’s there, well. Opportunities shouldn’t be wasted, that’s all. “Plus we both know how much you want to see me spread across your sheets.”

Bokuto melts and then freezes again in rapid succession before croaking out some noise that’s probably supposed to be a response. “Ah?”

Tooru brushes his nose against the shell of Bokuto’s ear, smiles at the slight tremble it causes, the shaky inhale. “You talk in your sleep, you know.”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve heard some very interesting things.” Tooru threads their fingers together and tugs gently on Bokuto’s hand. “Why don’t we go and you can tell them to me while you’re awake, hmm?”

“Yeah. That’s a good idea.” And then that grin is back again, bright and wide, promise pulling at the corners of his lips as he turns and pulls Tooru along and out the door into the warm night air.

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“It could be worse" + oiboku

aaahhh thank you for prompting!!

(Bokuto, Kuroo and Oikawa are all in the same university)

“Don’t say it, don’t you dare say it,” Oikawa muttered.

“But,” Bokuto emphasized with an optimistic tone. With the way they were standing, Oikawa felt his words near at his ear, “it could be worse.“

Oikawa wasn’t sure if that was true, because right now, at this moment, currently stuck in a spare volleyball net in the supply closet with Bokuto Koutarou, not only the ace of their volleyball team, but also the subject of his crush for weeks now—seemed like it was the worse it could possibly be.

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“Being Unable To Open Their Eyes For A Few Moments Afterward” and/or “Needing to hide from the bad guys kiss” with bokuoi?

Koutarouhad been having the time of his life when it happened. He’d been inthis bar for hours longer than he had anticipated, talking to themost beautiful man he had ever met. Things were going well, so wellthat Koutarou was pretty sure he was going to get a number out of it,maybe even a second date if he was lucky. He never expected what hegot.

“Shit,”Oikawa hissed, looking at something over Koutarou’s shoulder, inthe direction of the door. “Shit, shit, shit. Not here.”

“What’swrong?” Koutarou asked, putting his hand on Oikawa’s shoulder.Oikawa looked at it, then trailed his eyes up Koutarou’s arm to hisface.

“Kissme,” Oikawa said.

“Wha-”But Koutarou never got to finish asking what the hell Oikawa wastalking about when Oikawa grabbed him by the ears and reeled him in.Koutarou closed his eyes as Oikawa’s lips smashed into his with theclack of teeth and the bump of noses. He opened his mouth out ofshock, only for Oikawa to shove his tongue inside.

Itgot sort of better after that. Oikawa was an aggressive kisser, butKoutarou could taste the edge of desperation on his lips. Koutaroutangled his fingers in the hair at the nape of Oikawa’sneck and tilted his head, nudging at Oikawa until he gave up controlof the kiss. Koutarou licked along the backs of Oikawa’s teeth andstarted up an expedition of Oikawa’s mouth that had him groaning.Oikawa got the hint and twined his tongue with Koutarou’s, a mutualexploration.

Oikawabroke the kiss first, leaving Koutarou to sit there with his eyesclosed and his mouth hanging slack while he fluttered at somethingover Koutarou’sshoulder.

“Okay,we’re good,” he breathed, and Koutarou dragged his eyes open atlast. Oikawa’s cheeks were flushed and his lips were pink andswollen and Koutarou kind of wanted to kiss him again. “Sorry,”Oikawa said, looking back at Koutarou with those big brown eyes andfuck,Koutarou really wanted to kiss him again. “Myex walked in, and I didn’t want him to come over here and cause ascene and-”

“Idon’t care,” Koutarou said. Oikawa’s mouth closed with a snapand he shrank in his seat. “No, not like that!” Koutarou cried.“I mean, I’m not upset that you kissed me! I’m more than happyto do it for you. I mean-”

“No,I think I know what you mean.” There was a glint in Oikawa��s eyesthat Koutarou found he liked very much. “Why don’t we go back tomy place and you can explain in great detail just how happy you wereto cover for me, hm?”

“I-you- okay.” Koutarou listened to Oikawa laugh and decided that thisnight had gone in a very good direction, indeed.

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okay so ive been having a lot of bokuoi thoughts and @natroze is the best kinda enabler so consider with me: 

bokuoi fake dating au where oikawa and bokuto are university roommates and oikawa’s oblivious to his own crush when he asks bokuto to be his fake boyfriend over the holidays (oh, oikawa)

basically i’ve been thinking about faking dating au where oikawa is TIRED of his family asking when he’s gonna get a girlfriend and doesn’t know how to tell them he’s not looking for anyone rn also he’s BI so if he was that person could be male, too and he decides on impulse to invite his cute roommate bokuto to be his fake boyfriend but it backfires bc oikawa’s family LOVES bokuto. they’re proud of oikawa for coming out and they want him to invite bokuto to everything. bokuto’s incredible with kids. oikawa’s suffering. honestly what kinda idiot invites their crush to fake date them for a long weekend and who would have guessed bokuto would be so great with parents

oikawa staring as bokuto gives his young cousin a piggyback ride and oikawa’s mom sighing wistfully like ‘I remember when ur dad used to look at me like that" 

oikawa’s dad is like “?? I still do ur just adorable as u were back then” and oikawa hates his life

and there’s bedsharing bc of COURSE so cuddling happens and bokuto helps oikawa’s parents cook and they show bokuto oikawa’s embarrassing kid photos and bokuto coos over the pictures with them

by the end of the weekend his parents are like PLEASE KEEP THIS ONE TOORU. PLEASE meanwhile oikawa hasn’t gathered up the courage to ask bokuto out yet

they get back to college and they’re still?? lowkey acting domestic and like a couple and they’re so used to being in each other’s space and at one point they’re kidding around and bokuto just casually leans in for a kiss and oikawa kisses him back, for a second, like its instinct before pulling away and demands “uhHH what are you doing?" 

bokuto looks at him in confusion, this pained expression on his face as he says "I thought…I thought that’s what we were doing?” and oikawa just. he doesn’t know what to say BC HE DIDNT THINK HE HAD A CHANCE. so he watches, stares as bokuto straight up leaves their dorm

and he’s miserable bc of course and everyone who knows oikawa knows he’s miserable bc that’s who he is as a person. he’s a complainer. but anyhow all his parents know is that he fucked things up and they’re both like “tooru that boy loves u go get ur man back” so OIKAWA DOES

he finds bokuto (probably through kuroo - he’s been staying at kuroo’s for the past week or so) and blurts out “i can’t do this!’ and bokuto’s face crumbles as he asks "you came all the way over here to tell me you don’t want to be with me?” and oikawa shakes his head, frustrated beyond belie bc bokuto STILL DOESN’T GET IT. “no I mean I don’t want to pretend anymore. I can’t. I want this with you - the family gatherings and the flirting and the casual kisses and the movie dates but I need it to be real bc not having this but being this close to it…it’s killing me” and “i want that too, you idiot. I thought that was obvious” bokuto picks oikawa up and pulls him into a fierce, sweeping kiss. guys,,i’m weak for this please consider

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i think we can boil soulmates as a concept down to “i know how to help you now— find me in the future!” and “there you are sweetheart, sorry i’m late. i was looking everywhere for you.”

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how the haikyuu boys fall in love

oikawa falls in love like a tsunami’s last breath. the first time he realises he loves you, he thinks the earth beneath his feet has fractured. terrified, he recedes from your life, pulls back from your outstretched hands, withdraws from your longing gaze, hoping that his feelings will, too. instead, they surge forward with a roar, swell to monstrous heights, foaming viciously at the crest. and soon, the colossal wave collapses against the shore, unable to fight any longer. when his words finally flood out, that roar of the tsunami arrives in the end as a whisper–– “i love you.” and everything is washed anew.

iwaizumi falls in love like a tree branch under snow. his feelings accumulate crystal by crystal: a touch here, a smile there, a picture at 2 am followed by “i saw this and thought of you” and a reply of “go to sleep, idiot” seconds later. you worm your way into his heart so slowly he doesn’t notice it at first, doesn’t notice the thick layer of snow on the caving wooden limb, doesn’t notice that one more fleeting brush against his fingers will tip the scale–– until the branch finally snaps. and when he opens his eyes to a world bedazzled by snow, the only face he can see is yours.

kuroo falls in love like honey on pancakes. with him, there’s no sudden realisation, no flashbulb moment of his adoration, because he’s been happily fixed in a golden state of mind ever since the day you met. every day, his name sounds sweeter out your mouth. every day, he wakes up with sugar on his lips. it’s slow, how his love for you grows, but it’s steady. and now, as you kiss every knuckle on his hand to pull him back down to earth, he can only let out a soft, amused exhale through his nose. his half-lidded gaze focuses on your decadent features. “i’m here,” he purrs. 

kenma falls in love like eyelids after dark. very rarely do the gears in his head stop spinning; he’s lived his entire life on alert, taking in and apart details to survive. but with you… there’s no need to take in and apart the way your lips feel against his, the scent of your hair in his nose, your shallow breath against his neck. it all feels so safe. with you, he’s home–– he can finally rest. so even when light drains out from the sky, even when the world is at its worst, at the feeling of your body curling up to his, the gears in his head grind to a halt. and he lets his heart beat instead.

bokuto falls in love like a fledgeling from its nest. he knows it’s reckless––  ridiculously reckless–– to have so much faith in wings not yet fully formed, but there’s something about you that makes him want to soar. maybe it’s that you remind him of a cloudless blue sky or a valley that stretches from both ends of the earth or an ocean that glitters beneath the sun. maybe it’s that your name is a call to adventure. and at that moment, he realises that birds don’t fly when they’re ready–– they fly when they’re called to. so he steps to the edge, spreads his arms out, and leaps, your name a prayer on his lips.

akaashi falls in love like silence between friends. it comes over him naturally, instinctively, right as he thinks that he could do nothing next to you forever and still be satisfied. the feeling wraps his shoulders like a blanket and, with a twitch of his lips, he pulls it closer around himself. his eyes dart over to your figure, wondering if you know–– if you’d known this whole time. and then when you catch his gaze, when you ask “like what you see?” with a smirk on your face, he feels the fabric stretch around his shoulders as if to fit a second body. his reply comes to him like second nature, like instinct. “no, i love it.”

atsumu falls in love like skydiving from a plane. he’s meticulous, guarded, the most untrusting of fate. so he fights to gain the upper hand: he picks his parachute, his pilot, the day with the best weather–– everything is in his control. and when you come in full view, he finally thinks the dropzone is perfect. only then does he throw all caution to the wind, diving head first, eyes closed all the way down. an awesome wave of euphoria washes over him, lasting even when he realises he’s landed right in your arms, hair mussed, cheeks flushed, pupils wild with excitement. he wants to freefall into you again. so he does.

osamu falls in love like night over the city. it’s as inevitable as the cycle of the sun and moon and when it happens, he’s still the same–– yet everything is different. beside you, he feels the air change and all else fade into the background. beside you, the hum of the world turns into a steady beat, a pulse awfully similar to the one in his chest. and he flickers to life, a mosaic of light, when you touch him. he doesn’t usually look like this, you think as you draw circles on the back of his hand, trying to pinpoint what about him has changed. smiling softly, he knows that you’ll figure it out soon. or… he could say it now.

kita falls in love like a seed into the ground. he doesn’t feel it when it’s sowed, nor when it takes root beneath the soil, but he sure feels when it sprouts. its stem crawls around his legs and up his trunk, keeping him safely fixed to earth. it grows with every “good morning” and “i’ll save you a seat”, it grows when you prance over with a joke on your lips and two coffees in your hands. it grows when he sees you with your eyes closed, head tilted towards the sky like a sunflower, and realises that you are all he’s ever wanted. your head turns. your eyes meet. and as spring does with the cherry trees, he blooms.

ushijima falls in love like a comet past the sun. as he hurtles by, your radiance melts his icy exterior into the glimmering cloud in his wake. every inch of his body is on fire. he feels the power in the pull of your orbit. feels you could utterly ruin him. feels he’d be okay with it, too. but you don’t. instead, he thinks himself made of anti-gravity as you trace constellations into his skin. he sees stars collide when you kiss. and when he remembers how a comet can spend thousands of years without passing the sun in its orbit, he looks at you asleep in his arms and holds you just a little tighter to his chest.

tendou falls in love like confetti on new year’s eve. this moment has spent all year in the making. ten, from the day you pummelled into his life. nine, the time that slowed when he saw you smile. eight, when you changed each other’s names in your phones. seven, that time he dragged you out to a party. six, how you retaliated by taking him to a play. five, your shoulders touch during said play. four, his fingers wrap around yours during the finale. three, you hold hands all the way home. two, he walks you to the door. one, you stop. zero, he leans in. and the world explodes in full colour.

kageyama falls in love like a fawn upright for the first time. it’s all new–– the butterflies in his stomach, the sluggishness of his tongue in his mouth, the short-circuiting of his brain when you’re around. he stumbles and trips and topples over navigating through the tingling in his body. “are you okay?” you ask, peering into his eyes. his cheeks burn as he nods, unable to form words. he thinks he’ll be fine, though, until you place a hand on his shoulder. the touch sends another flood of electricity through his nerves. “you sure? you look like you’re about to hurl.” and he resolves that he will do something about this.

tsukishima falls in love like a chest in resignation. he didn’t believe in softer emotions–– or at least, that’s what he told himself. and he held out for so long. but then you came along with your dumb sparkly eyes and your stupid smart mouth and infuriatingly sweet smile. even with the argument still fresh on his mind, he still adores you to death. especially right now, as he struggles to breathe knowing that he might lose you. fine, he thinks, no more running. he picks up his phone and sends the message that’s been sitting in his notes. and finally, he lets out a sigh. you win. he’s never been happier to lose.

sakusa falls in love like the last leaf before winter. just as a tree holds onto its foliage for dear life, he is stubborn in refusing to fall. still, even he is powerless against nature. as autumn goes, winter arrives in your form. he thinks you are the strangest cold–– the kind that soothes instead of stings, the kind that kindles fires and bakes chocolate chip cookies, the kind that turns his cheeks red without a touch but with a smile. but he likes it. so when winter knocks at his door and asks if he’s “ready to go?” he, the last leaf on the tree, finally flutters down to the ground.

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fighting all day and fucking all night

pairings: matsukawa x female!reader

warnings: NSFW (18+), public sex, pet names, hate sex, sex in a funeral home, degrading, multiple orgasms, dumbification

words: 2226

a/n: i haven’t had a fic out in such a long time, so i’m really excited for you all to read this. this is actually my second version because i hated the first version, so i do hope you enjoy <3

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title She’s My Collar

rating ★ ★ ☆ nsfw content

word count 6000+

warnings time-skip matsukawa, college au, explicit language, humiliation, asphyxiation (choking), nsfw, voyeurism, you guys fuck on someone else’s bed and there’s a surprise at the end ;), a little degradation and a lot of praising, issei has big dick syndrome, also some things are pretty rough but it’s sweet nonetheless (:

tags to block tw/choking, tw/degrading, tw/gettingcaught

author’s note sort of continuation of not his type <3 just a little rougher, raunchier, and fluffier <3 also no beta cause i’m a real bitch and we don’t do those ! if you see a typo, ignore it because i said so >:(

summary it takes him a couple tries to get you wrapped around his finger, but you know what they say: fifth time’s the charm.

Every time you think that things just couldn’t get worse, they always do.

From when you spilled your drink on the floor today and wasted a good $5 on it, to when you tripped while walking up the stairs in front of this really cute guy while walking through campus, all the way to right now: when you were stuck in a dorm with Matsukawa while waiting for Hanamaki’s arrival.

You were supposed to be meeting up with the strawberry blond and working on some homework with your regular group. Regrettably, you knew that would include Matsukawa, and while the time in his car was one you’d never forget, you refused to do anything close to allowing the other three about what was going on.

Sleeping with him for the first time was something that was more than awkward— you could probably call it a mistake if you really wanted to.

That is, if you make the same mistake at least four more times after that.

He knew how you didn’t really like doggy, how you loved when he smacked you across the cheek, how you hated when he stared at you with that infamous expression that secretly drove you crazy, and he definitely knew you still had a hatred for him you just couldn’t see past.

At least, that’s what you made him think.

At least, that’s what you made him think.

“Just admit it,” he smirks out at you, leaning against the wall to the left of the both of you and tilting his water bottle in your direction, “you want to make out with me so bad right now.”

Matsukawa had a sick obsession with watching you fluster and fume at his words. He couldn’t tell if it was the furrow of your eyebrows, or the narrowing of your eyes, or the attitude in your tone, but something about all of those just made his skin crawl with pure arousal.

He had thought about those nights more often than he’d like to admit to you. Quite frankly, he hadn’t been able to get himself off for the past week without thinking of the faces you made before you unraveled beneath him. This, he discovered, was a problem.

It’s not like everything didn’t go back to normal, and usually Mattsun loves that. He loves being able to sleep with a girl and they don’t make a big deal of it because relatively speaking, it never happens. There’s always some turmoil remaining between the two enough to get him into some shit he really just doesn’t want to deal with.

With you though, it’s different and it pisses him off. He can’t stand the fact that all he’s been thinking about for a while is just how good you feel around him, and how good he feels when he’s simply just around you. And it was really pissing him the fuck off.

“Bite me.” Your words were dry, and with a roll of your eyes you catch the smirk on his face growing wider by the minute.

“I’d be honored to.” Matsukawa takes a sip of his water and you decide that dying at this exact moment knowing what his jaw looks like when he takes a sip is all you needed to be content.

“You’re such an asshole,” you begin, lazily standing up and stretching enough to make his eyes travel down to the slightly exposed skin between the hem of your shirt and your shorts, “I can’t believe I slept with you before.”

You wrinkle your nose in disgust, and Issei decides that he was really in the mood at this exact moment. “Four,” he grins at you with four long fingers up beside his chest, “four different times, babe.”

If he caught the flustered expression along your face, he didn’t comment on it and for that you were forever grateful. The effect he’s had on you lately was completely and utterly annoying, and you really wish you never knew how good he was in bed so that you could go back to normal— go back to genuinely despising him.

“I regret every single one of them.” The smirk on his face only grew as he looked at your bored expression. You knew he could see right through your words, and he knew as well.

“Really?” He raises an eyebrow mockingly. “It never sounds like it.”

Your eyes widen, and as soon as a mockingly high pitched moan prepares to slip through his lips, you grab the nearest pillow off of Makki’s bed and throw it at his large frame. You almost miss, but hit him enough to cause the boy to double over in laughter. As if you haven’t suffered enough.

“Listen,” his voice presents itself again, and you see him begin to inch his way closer to you with a face still slightly tinged from laughing, “I’m just messing with ya’, alright?”

His large frame throws itself against Makki’s bed next to you, and your body jiggles a bit with the movement. The proximity would have irritated you beyond compare, but you just couldn’t find it within yourself to hate the feeling of his body heat.

“I love it anyways.”

The word love caught you off guard, eyes widening as you stare at him within seconds of the words slipping through his teeth. He was messing with you, Matsukawa was always messing with you.

“Fuck you.” You groan, eyes rolling as you see him get up from the bed as quick as he fell next to you and stretch his lanky frame a few feet away from you.

You could smell his cologne, already being able to recognize it amongst others and you really fucking hated it. You hated the familiarity you had with it, the musky scent of cleanliness, manliness, and a tinge of cranberries. It was your favorite, and you knew that he could tell with the way you hugged at his body when you were on top a couple times.

You watched him smile widely without the happiness meeting his dull eyes, his body taking a seat at the chair decorated with Takahiro’s t-shirts along the backside of it. “My pleasure.”

Your eyes roll and you realize you’re back at square one. No matter how attractive, how charming, and how smooth he was, he would always be the bitchy asshole you just couldn’t stand.

“Aw come on,” he begins, man spreading across the chair and leaning his body against the back enough to emphasize the large space on his lap. He was beckoning for you with a pat on his thigh, emotionless expression returning back onto his face, “don’t be like that with me now.”

You didn’t answer him. You knew where this would go and just how much you’d probably regret it. He’d get you over there with smart remarks, challenge you in ways you just couldn’t refuse, and end up getting his way with you in a room that doesn’t belong to you or him. And you refused. I’m in control of this situation, you repeat to yourself, I’m in full control.

He tilts his head at you, eyebrows slightly furrowing as he leans his body slightly more up to get a menacing stance. His body was large, taking up the entire chair and making the hairs on your arm subtly stand in excitement. I’m in control, stop it.

“Don’t make me repeat myself. I don’t feel like doing that.” Matsukawa’s voice was wavering, and you knew that his resolve was cracking. As much as he teased, taunted, and tried to trick you, you knew that he wanted to sleep with you again just as much as you did with him.

“Then don’t, nobody is asking you to.” Your words were slick, your head tilting to mock his actions and stare at him almost innocently. Almost.

He stays quite, his tongue meeting the inner hollows of his cheek and you aren’t sure just how much you can keep this up. Wait for Makki and the others, stay in control.

Your words were no match for Issei, though. Not when his entire body leans back once again and the empty expression finds itself back on his face as it almost always ways. He stares at you, deep enough into your eyes to almost make you silently admit defeat. You wanted him to fuck you again.

“You gonna come over here?” His voice was deep, the dull tone bouncing against the walls as you roll your eyes and dramatically stand up with a huff.

“Uh uh,” his finger waves at you, and you stop in your position of turning towards him, “on your knees..”

You freeze, words slipping through faster than you could stop them.

“Have you lost your fucking mind?”

He wanted you to crawl to him, something you could describe as only demeaning, embarrassing, and just too much work to be doing. So you cross your arms, defiance written boldly in your tone enough to make the man a few feet away from you chuckle condescendingly.

“Don’t be such a bitch,” he begins, and right away you find it really hard to not call him one right back, “I just wanted to try something new.”

You scoff at his suggestion. “Trying something new means that this would be consistent. This,” your finger points frantically between the two of you with a poker face in his direction, “is never going to happen again.”

He notices your tone begin to fade, and he knows that all it takes is another little push. You don’t really want to stop fucking him, and he knows that. He knows that he doesn’t really want it either. Not when you have fully managed to ruin everyone else for him, and especially not when he feels like your pussy was meant for him.

“Oh really?” He questions, the octaves in his voice insinuating that he has a trick up his sleeve.

“Really.” You deadpan, and you watch as his frame gets up from its comfortable position on the chair.

You know he’s annoyed with the fact that he had to get up, and you could tell by the way he’s almost reluctant to take a step closer towards you. You stand your ground though, I refuse to let him win.

“Look who gained some confidence,” he taunts at you, and you realize just how smaller you are than him when his frame towers over you with mischievous eyes, “surprised you became that prissy bitch yet again.”

The words would have bothered you before, but hearing the degradation slip off his tongue while staring at you so menacingly was enough to get your thighs to subconsciously quiver. Yet again, the reminder of just how hot Matsukawa could be paints pictures in your brain.

“And I’m surprised you walked up to me like this,” you turn your frown into a smirk, looking up at him through your eyelashes in a way that you know has him biting on his tongue, “you aren’t as much of a pussy as you used to b—”

The words get trapped in your throat almost literally, his large hand finding it’s way onto the smooth arch of your neck and grip it with enough force to make you literally feel the air slip through your nose. He was getting aggravated, and you could tell. It excited you.

“Now, you’re gonna do me a favor alright?” He asks with the infamous head tilt yet again, and the condescending nature behind his tone brings chills down your spine.

“You’re gonna get down on your knees,” his hands squeeze with a pause,” crawl over to me while I sit in that chair,” another tight squeeze and you could feel the blood circulation beginning to slow down, “and beg me to fuck that pussy of yours.”

With a final squeeze, he released you hard enough to send you bouncing against the foreign bed. You felt wrecked already, gasping for air and trying to hide the arousal slowly taking control of your legs.

Matsukawa was smart— smarter than you’d like to admit. Especially now, finally letting it hit you that he gave you an offer you just couldn’t refuse. So with that, you shamingly lowered your body onto the cold floors of the dorm that wasn’t yours.

Almost slow enough to give him some type of revenge, you maneuvered your way towards the hardwood chair. His eyes never left yours, only to watch the curve of your ass and arch in your back move with every step closer to him.

The silence in the room was deafening. Nothing but the pattering of your knees and hands against the cold floor could be heard until you finally reached between his largely spread out legs. This was the most humiliating thing you had ever experienced in a really long fucking time.

He says nothing though, watching as you get comfortable with the position of resting against the calves of your legs. Your eyes remain on his, eyebrows furrowed and lips pressed shut almost as if you wanted to make sure he knew you weren’t going to do it. You were not going to beg him.

“Why do you make this so hard?” He asks in an annoyed manner, arms reaching for your hair and softly grasping it enough to control your movements and inch your face all the way closer to his own.

“Just do what I say and we’ll both be happy.”

You want to scoff at his words. You want to tell him to shut the fuck up, get his disgusting hand off of your hair, and tell him words you probably legally shouldn’t even be able to repeat. You really did want to, but you just couldn’t.

Not when the pool between your legs only deepened with every words that came out of his mouth. Not when you were sitting between his legs and smelled the sensational cologne you had found yourself longing to smell throughout the day. And especially not when you saw the curvaceous print of something that made your eyes water.

You just couldn’t refuse him.

“Please.” You mutter in reluctance, and Issei laughs at you in your own face.

“That’s you begging?” He teases, a slightly baby voice with his words making you bite your lip in annoyance.

You open your mouth to say more, but come to a loss for words when he brings your face slower to his and slips his tongue inside. His grip on your hair is rough, lips gnawing at your own with enough hunger to make you believe that if he wasn’t touching you in some type of way, he would have lost his mind.

Your hands reach up to his face clearly, body uncomfortable sitting up to keep up with his own pace until he pulls away from you.

“Get on the bed,” he orders, “don’t make me say it twice.”

You hated it. You hated how fast your body raised itself from the invisible confinement’s the ground and onto Makki’s soft duvet. You hated just how responsive your body was to his commands as much as you tried not to be.

The silence within the four walls was louder than anything else could possibly be, the sound of your heartbeat being drowned out by the sensation of being underneath his gaze. It only took a few seconds, but after kicking his shoes off somewhere within the room, Mattsun’s body rolled on top of yours and laid your body down underneath his own.

His hands clasped onto your wrists as he pinned you below his towering frame. His lips found yours like it was common sense, and the feeling of all of him on you gave your body whiplash. Matsukawa was an enigma, and you wanted nothing more than to figure all of him out the way he did with you.

“Mmm,” you moan out, lips breaking away from his as he hungrily resorts to the bare skin of your neck, “M-Matsukawa..” His name was like the sweet sensation of candy on your tongue, and as much as he hated to hear you call him such a thing, he couldn’t help but feel his pants tighten as the sound of the vowels coming from your mouth.

“We- we can’t.” Your voice was almost soft, the natural raspiness bringing his attention back up from your collarbones and over to your face with his thick eyebrows furrowed.

“We can’t what?” He practically hissed the last word in your direction. You felt the heat rush through your legs even more knowing he was growing agitated with you, and you start to silently question your own sanity.

“We can’t do this.” You repeat, and the faint hint of a smirk makes Mattsun realize maybe you weren’t so far gone.

“And why not?” He teases back, tongue lapping against your jawline and bringing his teeth into the soft tissue with more and more pressure.

You couldn’t think— you could barely keep your own composure when his long fingers started to wander in places it shouldn’t have. You could barely hide the gasp that slipped out when you felt his calloused fingertips softly circle you through your panties.

Nothing in your brain made any sense unless it had to do with the curly haired man in front of you. He had consumed your thoughts, controlled your body, and inhaled every inch of you the minute he allowed a slender finger to slip between your lips and into your embarrassingly wet hole.

You finally came to terms with the fact that Matsukawa had full control over this situation.

He took the second your lips gaped open to stick his tongue in there, saliva slipping off the tip of his own muscle and onto the familiar comfort of the back of your throat. The room suddenly got hotter, your legs suddenly became weaker, and you knew that it was only a matter of time before he got his way with you.

“C’mon princess,” he nudged your head with his own, making your shut eyes glance into his brown irises, “let me hear that smart ass mouth.”

The words make you clench around his one finger, and you try your hardest to bite back the moan. It was almost as if he got off to the thought of humbling you, and you got off to the thought of proving him wrong.

“What smart ass mouth?” You bite back, hands rummaging through his messy locks and bringing his warm frame impossibly closer to your own.

His smirk was lethal, eyes half-lidded and holding that careless gleam you grew to admire. “The one that usually has my dick stuffed in it.”

You wanted to hit him at his words, but the minute he punctuated the final word, another finger slipped into your pussy and began to rotate and scissor back and forth within your walls. The feeling was good, in a way you wouldn’t expect since you were more of a clitoris girl.

He watched you intently, eyes never leaving yours as he moved his hands enough to make you squirm underneath him. This, Issei decides, is a memory he will replay until the day he’s six feet under. He could die a happy man.

At least, as long as he finishes getting to fuck you all the way through.

“Stop messin’ around, ‘Sei..” You plead underneath him, and the empty yet satisfied expression on your face was enough to make him hold his body upright and begin to remove your clothes with a painful impatience.

From your shirt, to even your own socks, your clothes were sprawled around Makki’s room much too far away to be able to get dressed quick enough in case you got caught, but the minuscule details didn’t matter to you: fucking the lights out of Issei Matsukawa was all you could coherently think about.

His now naked torso found yours once again, lips hungrily clashing against one another’s with arms legs tangling with nothing but pure desire. Almost as fast as you had started, you felt him claw at your panties over to the side of your thigh.

“Put it in for me, will ya’?” He nearly growls at you, and you find it harder to breathe even though you’d never admit it to him.

Mocking his lazy smirk, you rub your soft hands down his abs and over to the half erect dick sticking up to the left of bare bare stomach. The tip is leaking, and you almost have to restrain your own body from crawling down there and taking up down your throat with one good swallow.

Before he even gets the chance to open his mouth, you press the throbbing tip against the rim of your pussyhole, and slip it all the way in with no warning other than the small giggle replaying over and over again in his ears.

“Shit..” He drags out into your neck, and the vibration makes you clench around him in arousal.

Issei always filled you up faster than you could focus, and if his extremely big dick didn’t knock the air out your lungs, then the grip he loved having on your throat did when he began to rub his palm against the soft flesh with a tight squeeze.

Nothing but pants were able to leave your lips, and you couldn’t tell if it was how his cock already had you feeling dumb or if it was the really tight pressure on your neck. Whatever it was, it was goddamn euphoric.

“‘Atta girl,” he groans, beginning to pump into you harder and deeper with each thrust, “take daddy’s dick the way I know you can..”

His words of praise make you crack out a moan, and you can’t help but press your legs tightly around his waist in order to get some more closeness between your two bodies.

There was something very wrong with the situation you were in, and you were both well aware of that. Number one, you were fucking in Makki’s freshly washed sheets, and god knows Makki washes his clothes enough to make that last. And number two, you both had never fucked missionary.

Sure, he loved sitting you on his lap and pistoning his dick so far up and deep in there, he sees his tip thrust against your stomach. And sure, the view of you throwing your ass back hard enough with an arch he couldn’t help but bite a fist at was one of his guilty pleasures— but missionary was something neither of you had even dared talked about.

And the fact that you had both just absentmindedly agreed to do such a thing would have been a topic of a very much needed conversation, but the sensation pouring through your veins was enough to get you to forget about such a thing.

One particular thrust shoved within your walls far enough to make your eyes roll back, hands clawing up and down Issei’s bare back in pure sensation.

“S-Shit,” words struggle to string together in your head, and you begin to realize why so many people like fucking like this, “do it like you mean it.”

There was that witty sex talk Matsukawa was just so turned on by. He chuckles at your words, and you think he’s gonna snap back at you with something even smoother. But he doesn’t: instead he begins to slam his large cock in and out of you at a speed that made you scream in surprise.

“You’re so needy, daddy.” The word slips through your moans, and Issei’s ears perk up at the familiarity. It was ironic really, how much your pussy gripped him tightly back in each time he pulled out of you yet here you are telling him that he’s the needy one.

“Really, doll?” He smiles down at you, bottom lip stuck between his teeth as he hears the squelching of your begging pussy get ravished underneath him.

Each thrust gets deeper and slower as the both of you don’t notice, and you’re holding eye contact in a way that you never do unless his face is stuffed between your cunt. This was foreign, but then again, so was the idea of fucking Mattsun until now.

“Mm, fuck— yes, yea you are.” Your eyes squeeze shut in pleasure at a particular thrust, and you feel him smack the side of your throat in annoyance.

He wants you to look at him, so you do.

You open them, and what you see as you’re being fucked back into reality makes your brain stop working. There he was, the light of Makki’s lamp illuminate the droplets of sweat on his forehead and make his hair stick to his forehead. He’s staring deep into you, each thrust making you feel as if his eye sparkle with it. You could barely think, boobs flowing up and down between your pressed together frames and you realize that you’re the reason his body is so pressed against you.

Matsukawa know’s he shouldn’t be doing this. He shouldn’t be feeling as if he could cum off your expression alone, and especially not if he was literally fucking you at the same time. His thrusts shouldn’t have become so deep, and his eyes shouldn’t have bored into your bedroom ones. He was getting in too deep, literally and metaphorically, and he just couldn’t find the means to pull himself out.

His hand never leaves your throat, and the feeling of each whimper pulsating through his fingers is enough to make him groan on his own. Your eyes leave his for a second, and he feels his stomach do something really weird. So he reacts before he thinks about what he’s doing.

“What are you looking at?”

His tone is condescending, almost daring you to answer as you turn your irises back onto his. You feel his hand tighten yet again, and his thrusts begin to pick up in pleasure.

“Fuck daddy..” You begin to plead, the strength of his thrusts swallowing you whole and spitting you back out each time.

“You feel so good, baby.” His words are strained, and you nearly lose it at that point. The rope in your stomach only loses its resolve, and you realize that this is the quickest you’ve ever been to feeling like you’re going to cum.

His hand moves from inhabiting your throat to taking its position behind the softness of your neck, and the act of intimacy has you looking over at him with wide, fucked out eyes. Issei ignores it (more like forces himself), eyes staring back deeply into yours in a way that brought chills to your sweaty body.

The once silent room transformed into the sound of nothing but clapping, Matsukawa’s groans, and your pants and pleads for a break, mercy— anything at this point to get a break from his relentless strokes.

“Just let go for me, Y/N.”

His words are strict, lips licking onto the lobe of your left ear as the hand once caressing the back of your neck (somehow) found itself pressing onto your clit. You thought it was too much already, each thrust causing a wet slick to stick to your thighs being enough for you— but never for him. And he made it clear once he started to feverishly flick his long fingers against the pulsating nub enough to nearly numb you from the waist down. It was too much.

And that was clear to Issei, especially when he watches as your body literally let go. The tense feeling within your arms was gone, eyes rolling back and moans becoming pornographically dragged out, and Mattsun wished he recorded this. His thrusts were speeding up even more, his body beginning to chase his own high while you were in the midst of your own.

Your legs begin to tremble against his thighs, and he thinks your twitching frame is the hottest thing he’s ever seen. Words could barely slip through your lips, his harsh thrusts in and out of your pussy bringing drool over towards the corner of your lips.

You couldn’t tell if him licking the line of saliva coming out of your mouth and spitting it back into your mouth was attractive or not, but you never got the chance to question it. At least, not when he removes his chest from yours as he takes a particular thrust to your cervix and smacks your pussy enough to hear it against the thrusts.

“ISSEI!” Your throat calls out, and nothing but his messy brown hair and intense eyes staring into your soul is real anymore.

Stars begin to form within your vision, and you cum. Hard.

He stops for a while, watching the cream cover his cock with more and more inches being pulled out, and he has an idea. So with that, Matsukawa takes one of his long fingers, collects your creamy discharge, and slips it into the confinement’s of his sinning lips. You watch in shock, eyes barely being able to hold itself open after cumming so intensely.

And right when you thought things just couldn’t get worse (re: better), he grips your chin with those same fingers enough to leave a bruise and manually opens your mouth. You release an embarrassingly loud moan when he spits your own cum into your mouth, taking your tongue back into his mouth and sharing the salty sensation between the two of you.

He begins to pump into you again, and it’s much too soon for your poor pussy to handle.

“Fuck princess,” he begins to moan, and you realize just how vocal he’s trying not to be yet it being with you, “this pussy’s made for me.”

The words make you whimper, hands doing the impossible and gripping onto his sweaty cheeks. You’d never done that before, and you can tell he’s caught off guard by the way his strokes lose it’s animalistic pattern. You press your forehead to his, lips finding itself back onto his as you moan loudly into his mouth.

“Cum for me daddy,” you plead, and Issei’s eyes go wide. “Please just fill me up.”

To make it worse, your legs entrap him within your smaller frame yet again and Matsukawa loses it. He gets lost in the sensation of you soaking walls and the feeling of his balls slapping against your skin enough to start to silently whimper.

“C’mon Issei,” the word is dangerous in this moment, never being used to close to one another’s climax and you realize this has become much more than just a mistake, “show me who I belong to.”

You didn’t know what possessed you to say such a thing, but the feeling of his hips stuttering in and out of you for just a second bring you into a state of satisfaction. He gets rougher though, and the overstimulation of your tight walls being relentlessly molded into the shape of his oversized dick yet again brings your teeth to bite at the space of his shoulder in pleasure.

You don’t know if he hisses in pain, or hisses at the sensation of your hand slipping between your bouncing frames and over to the warmth of your throbbing clit.

“You belong to me,” he groans out, “mine.”

With one last thrust and one last silent scream from your throat, you find yourself unwinding beneath him yet again. You also feel him release into your walls, painting you with his white cum enough to make you feel stuffed and leaking with more.

You both panted for air, Mattsun’s body sprawled against yours in aftershock from what just happened. It wasn’t supposed to get so deep. It was supposed to be a simple hate fuck every now and then to satisfy the two of you enough to relax every now and then. It was never supposed to get possessive.

And you figure he’s thinking the same way when he lifts his head up from resting between the valley of your breasts to look over at you. His eyes are back to being blank spaces, bored expression staring deep at you and blinking expectingly.

“So does this mean..” Issei’s words are drowned out when you hear it— the sound of the door clicking open and slamming against the opposite wall.

Almost as fast as it started, the moment ended with Issei scrambling to get off your body and cover you with the white duvet. There stood three of the people you really didn’t want to see— a shocked Hanamaki, a flustered Iwaizumi, and a beaming Oikawa.

No one said a word, eyes frantically searching the room for any and every detail to the events that just happened. They had finally caught you two having sex, and at one of the worst times possible. Your eyes find Mattsun’s for a second, his own looking over at you and a faint blush covering his ears and making you mentally repeat the word cute for whatever reason.

This was it— and you hated to admit it. This was when the dynamic of your relationship had to change, and something had to give. And it was all those three idiots’ fault.

The ringleader, almost as if being able to tell he’s being thought about, closes his gaping mouth and repeats the actions a few more times before raising a finger and pointing back and forth between the two of you.

“Alright, the most important question…” Makki pauses dramatically, and everyone subconsciously holds their breath to think about the possible answers to the unknown question. We just started doing this, or it’s the first time, or it’s not what it looks like even though it definitely is.

“Who the hell is going to be the one to wash my sheets?”

BONUS.

“Makki, you fucking idiot—”

“Mattsun, I can’t believe you’d hide this from me—”

“Guys..” You whimpered out, voice barely there from the noises you were previously making and eyes glaring at everyone in exhaustion.

“Ow, Jesus Iwaizumi, you know you’re heavy handed—”

“Oikawa, what the fuck are you talking about—”

“I’ve never felt this betrayed before in my life—”

“Guys!” You tried again, and you turn to Matsukawa in search of help but only find him arguing along with them like the idiot he is deep down.

“Stop crying like a bitch Makki, I didn’t even hit you that hard—”

“Bullshit, I feel a bump coming—”

“How can I reclaim your trust? I’ll do anything—”

“Shut the fuck up!” You finally get out, and everyone shuts their mouths to turn towards you in awe.

You stood there, blanket barely covering your naked and flustered body sprawled against the softness of the bed and Makki silently thinks about how he isn’t even in that much of a rush to wash those sheets.

“We can talk once this asshole,” you jab a finger at Mattsun’s thick chest, and you realize you might’ve been down for another round if the other’s hadn’t walked in, “and I get dressed. For now? Out.”

Your voice was raspy, but the seriousness was easy to read as everyone silently agreed and squeezed their way through the doors one by one. Makki was last to go, but you watched as he looked to be contemplating something before shutting the door.

“Not to be that guy, but next time,” he begins, head peaking through the door enough to see the playful grin that practically lived on his face as he stared over at the two of you in awe, “at least invite me if you’re gonna do it on my bed.”

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Sal owns my soul for this

dilf!bokuto with a little bit of stubble and wrinkles when he smiles.

dilf!bokuto who’s still fit but has a softer edge to him, large bulging muscles that are covered in a layer of fat.

dilf!bokuto who lets his chest hair grow out a little and that happy trail darken.

dilf!bokuto who’s so big in every sense of the word.

dilf!bokuto who fucks you with purpose, who makes you forget any other man you’ve ever been with, who imprints his dick into your walls and reshapes them so you can’t take anyone but him.

dilf!bokuto who calls you sweetheart and little girl.

dilf!bokuto who praises you for being a big girl now cause you can take his dick all the way down your throat, cause he’s bottomed out in your cunt after weeks of not being able to properly fit all his length and girth. he lets you ride him and watches in awe as your smaller body squirms on top of him because you feel so full, it’s almost weird. his mouth falls open and he gapes and goes, “look at you,” with a small gasp.

dilf!bokuto who doesn’t understand the trends of your generation, the styles and the fashion, the statements and sayings, but he still buys you everything you want, still listens to you rant to him about shit, trying his best to understand, trying to give you anything from his wisdom he’s acquired at his age.

dilf!bokuto who‘s breathing stutters at the sight of you all dressed up for him whenever he takes the two of you out. he ends up pushing the skirt of your dress up and shoving three fingers down your throat, telling you to get them all nice and wet for him before he pushes them inside of you, trying to stretch you out for the girth of his cock.

dilf!bokuto who’s obsessed with your youthfulness. with your smooth skin and your cute laugh and your naivety and your helplessness.

dilf!bokuto who makes you cry when he fucks you so good, when he fucks you till you feel him in your throat, bulging at your tummy. he makes you cry and sob and he reaches out for you, wiping away at your tears and shushing you, cooing at you gently and telling you to be a good girl, be a big girl, be a doll and take it. take it.

#I can’t fucking breathe #tf #this is 🥵 #I’m not okay #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut

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wtf of course I wanna hear it !!! yeah !!

it’s not v original but i cant stop thinking about it 😓

middle aged osamu (late 30’s maybe??) hiring 18 or 19 year old you. you attend the uni nearby and you’re looking for a place to earn good money while also gaining some sort of experience, and thankfully, osamu was willing!

immediately you take a liking to him. he’s handsome and smart and built, so fucking built, but you‘re way too young. he barely looks your way except if to talk to you about work, to praise you about something or to correct you. you feel a little stupid, desperate for his attention the way you are, but you can’t blame him, not really.

over time, however, the two of you grow closer, as employees and nothing more. sometimes, you come in when you’re not on duty to study, and he brings over some food and drinks for you to stay fit and hydrated. when it’s not so busy, he comes and asks if you need help, pretending he’s useful. (sometimes he is, depends on your course. other times he feels a little too stupid with what you’re studying??).

osamu starts to grow protective over you, the more he sees of you. he feels like he has to, in a way. you’re young, so young, and the world is so big and dangerous. he tries not to think about it too much, but the way some customers stare when it’s a little too hot outside and you opt for the skirt instead of the trousers is infuriating. you don’t deserve the stares, and neither do you deserve the wolf whistles or the comments wondering if you were on the menu. it makes him angry, incredibly so. and he blames that anger over that instinctive part of him, the part of him that views you as a young girl, naive. and helpless.

one thing leads to another, and soon you’re sort of friends. as much as you can be as coworkers with as big of an age gap as with you. he finds that you’re easy to talk to, fun to hang out with. it’s evident in the one night he decides to drop you off home, and you end up leading him to a public beach, urging him to strip himself and jump in the freezing water with you. it’s a stupid idea, something only a teenager would really think up, but with an exasperated smile, he strips to his underwear, like you, and jumps in.

that night, you kiss him. it’s a simple kiss, a daring one. you lean over and peck his lips and he’d been expecting it. when you pull away you’re smiling, and he’s not shocked in the least. in a second, you’re on your back, floating freely. the kiss is just that. meaningless. nothing. just a kiss.

until it isn’t.

he tells you to forget about the kiss. you say okay. you don’t. neither does he.

he drops you off home another night, and you invite him in. one thing leads to another and soon he’s in your bed, head buried between your thighs, pleasuring you the way no one else ever has. when he fucks you, you end up delirious. you didn’t know you could get fucked so good. didn’t know it was possible to get drunk and high off of the feel of someone like this.

he tells you it’s wrong, but fucks you over, and over, and over again. he bends you over his desk at work, flipping over your work and spitting on your cunt. he fucks you in the backseat of his car, sitting you on his lap and gripping your waist tightly, controlling the pace entirely. he fucks you in his bed, on his couch, in his kitchen. on your bed, your couch, your kitchen. the guilt that used to eat at him ebbs away until it disappears jjentirely, and he starts to appreciate you without the shame that floods his chest. he begins to ask you to stay the night, to stay for breakfast. he starts to drop you off to university, and pick you up. he starts to let you stay the night even if you’re not fucking. he takes care of you when you’re sick, when you’re burn out, stressed out, breaking down.

it starts to be less of a friends with benefits situation and more of just genuine like.

you stay over one night, using his shower in the morning to freshen up before your classes. you’re halfway through when his doorbell rings, and in comes atsumu. osamu obviously begins to freak out. it’s one thing to have a random teenage girl fresh out of his shower, but it’s another for that teenage girl to be an employee of his. his brother wouldn’t be one to judge, of course not, but osamu has a feeling he won’t like whatever comes out of his mouth.

osamu’s still freaking out, trying not to show it as his brother sits at his couch and eats his ear off, when you approach them. you’re fully dressed (thankfully), smiling at atsumu kindly as you say hi. atsumu‘s immediately suspicious, but you come up with the believable lie of “it was raining late last night and osamu offered his guest room” and he’s off your back. for now.

holy shit i have more but ive said way too fucking much pls 😭

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AKAASHI who has some pretty, shiny silver rings sitting on his long, slim fingers. laying shirtless on the bed, black jeans with a matching belt sitting on his lower half. you’re there, your cheek pressed up against his thigh whilst your body lays in between his slightly spread legs. his hand is in your hair as you look up at him so innocently, “you look so beautiful like this, y/n.”

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Sitting in Their Lap at Random

Pairing(s): Suna Rintarō x Gender Neutral! Reader, Akaashi Keiji x Gender Neutral! Reader, Ushijima Wakatoshi x Gender Neutral! Reader, Yamaguchi Tadashi x Gender Neutral! Reader, Tendō Satori x Gender Neutral! Reader

Warnings: Strong language, a little jealousy in Yamaguchi’s, fluff across the board

Suna Rintaro:

It wasn’t anything new, for you to want to sit in your boyfriend’s lap.

When he was playing with his friends, online? Straddling his lap, both of you comfortably seated as he continues his game.

When you two were watching a movie? If you weren’t already lying down, you would be seated on his lap, his his well-manicured nails gently scratching your scalp.

When you two are on the train? Sitting on his lap to ‘save space’ for the people around you.

You two are insanely affectionate with one another.

Behind closed doors, at least.

PDA can happen, on occasion, but you guys didn’t partake in it all that much.

Usually, near immediately after he or you had gotten home, he’d be dragging you to the couch to pull you into his lap.

Or he would be be dragging you to the bedroom to a ‘mandatory afternoon nap’

However, today was different.

The twins were over, along with a few other members of the volleyball club.

They’d been here all day and even though you loved every one of the Inarizaki team members, you wanted your boyfriend’s affection.

When you come to the conclusion that they have yet to leave and probably won’t be leaving anytime soon, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

Keep reading

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-ˏˋ FALLING IN LOVE (ALL OVER AGAIN)! ˊˎ-

♡ gn!reader x various

characters: suna rintarou, miya atsumu, iwaizumi hajime, tsukishima kei

cw: fluff fluff fluff, domestic fluff!!, comfort. timeskip!au

synopsis: big and bad until they’re with you<3

wc: 650+ (189, 138, 155, 200)

notes from mei!

only bc my brain is so fried i cant write a proper fic</3

suna rintarou

he knows you don’t really want to be here. even if it’s a party with everyone you’re familiar with, rin knows you’d much rather be at home.

it’s not like you’re uninterested or anything like that; you’re just way too tired—too drained to keep a conversation going, simply sitting at the end of the couch with a dazed look in your eyes.

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