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HELP

trans women r literally so cool theu get tits AND a prostate?? i thought only markilpler could do that

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Fictional men who have the "it's ok to murder but it's never ok to disrespect your wife" energy >>>>

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If only 🤞

Your faves have your tiddies as their computer wallpaper ♡

#Bunlove🫶

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Not me reblogging just to check 🫡

Anyone getting a weird black screen when rebloging fics???

#yeah not for me no #I’m also on mobile rn so that might have something to do with it

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Stopping the JNT from being arrested: a comprehensive rulebook by Iwaizumi H.

General Audiences | Chaos, attempt at humour

1. A volleyballer in prison is a volleyballer who won’t be volleyballing for a long, long time.

2. If you see Sakusa and Atsumu “sharing hand sanitizer” by holding hands, say nothing.

3. Just because Kageyama always catches him does not make Hinata less banned from jumping on our setter. If either of you are injured then we are in deep trouble.

4. Just because Oikawa is in the proximity does not mean you can send out search parties to find and assassinate him. See rule 1.

  OR: Whoever’s idea it was to put the entire monster generation on one team, Iwaizumi hopes both sides of their pillow are warm tonight.

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I just broke up with my bf and I don’t know if shits cool or not 😚✌️

I’m also in class rn so that’s fun

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IMAGINE NAILING TWIST BY KORN DURING KARAOKE PLEASE THAT WOULD BE THE BEST THING EVER

MUSIC MATCHUP

TENDO SATORI & @spooky1magazine1bread

i saw korn and didn’t know what to expect. ( i had a little idea) ngl was bopping my head

he’s very chaotic and so idk i feel like this suits him

y’all are gonna be doing korn karaoke 🤨

#this is so sweet #I love him sm #AHHHHH new favorite thing everrrrr #the head bops 💀 #I cannot explain how hard this made me smile #🫶🫶🫶🫶

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☆WiTH LOTS OF LOVE

semifilms 1k milestone event!

i just want to start by saying THANK YOU FOR 1K ! i’m extremely thankful for the support on this blog and immensely grateful! you have no idea <3

★RULES

only emoji or named anons are allowed. (it’s better to do it off anon so i can let yk i saw your ask if you were quick) otherwise i preferred you send one off anon just so i know you’re following me. you can only participate in one category! matchups & prompts are for haikyuu ALSO please do not send in an ask in more than once or rush me! all slots are first come first served!

(mutuals, you’re exempt to all rules so if slots are filled you can still participate & more than once😋)

i also cannot promise speedy replies, but so you know i saw your ask if it’s off anon i will answer your orivately

✭SELFSHIP MOODBOARDS (0/4)

what you need to do — send me your selfships name, the character you selfship with, and your favorite aesthetic.

in return i will — make you a 3x3 mood board

✭MUSIC MATCHUPS (2/7)

what you need to do — send me a song lyric or your favorite song

in return i will — match you up with a. character based on your response

✭KISS PROMPTS (0/5)

what you need to do — select a number from this list and pick a character to go along with it

in return i will — write a drabble for what you chose

reblogs appreciated !

#I accidentally specified I wanted hq when it’s only for hq characters #I feel so slow #anyways this creator is very very lovely

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☆WiTH LOTS OF LOVE

semifilms 1k milestone event!

i just want to start by saying THANK YOU FOR 1K ! i’m extremely thankful for the support on this blog and immensely grateful! you have no idea <3

★RULES

only emoji or named anons are allowed. (it’s better to do it off anon so i can let yk i saw your ask if you were quick) otherwise i preferred you send one off anon just so i know you’re following me. you can only participate in one category! matchups & prompts are for haikyuu ALSO please do not send in an ask in more than once or rush me! all slots are first come first served!

(mutuals, you’re exempt to all rules so if slots are filled you can still participate & more than once😋)

i also cannot promise speedy replies, but so you know i saw your ask if it’s off anon i will answer your orivately

✭SELFSHIP MOODBOARDS (0/4)

what you need to do — send me your selfships name, the character you selfship with, and your favorite aesthetic.

in return i will — make you a 3x3 mood board

✭MUSIC MATCHUPS (2/7)

what you need to do — send me a song lyric or your favorite song

in return i will — match you up with a. character based on your response

✭KISS PROMPTS (0/5)

what you need to do — select a number from this list and pick a character to go along with it

in return i will — write a drabble for what you chose

reblogs appreciated !

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🥺 I need this in my life and i didn’t know I needed it until this very second?????

its been done a lot but I'm very tempted to write about osamus twin baby girls being confused when they see atsumu and osamu together

(it's so funny watching videos of babies having no object permanence lmao)

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Now I want crackers :/

They are super good though

i could probably snack on graham crackers forever

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Men will cum in anything…..you could throw a plate across the room and a man will fuck it before it lands

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HQ MEN: PRAISERS OR DEGRADERS?

the sweet ones, the mean ones, and those who just can’t make up their minds.

cw: 18+ explicit, oral sex (f!receiving), fingering, mild dacryphilia, afab!reader, praise kink, degradation kink, rough sex

PRAISERS

the only place in the world that they want to be right now is right where they are, in between your thighs, kneeling before the bed and giving you everything you want them to. they let you know this. in fact, it’s impossible for you not to know.

they hum into your cunt when you tighten your hand in their hair, flattening their tongue, looking up to you with a glistening chin and happy grin whenever they need a little breather before going right back to where they came from. a gentle hand snakes up your side like it’s reading your skin, from the outside of your thigh and up to your hips and waist, up to splay out across your sternum as he feels your back arch; hears your breath hitch for him.

“that’s it, baby,” he tells you, taking your hand in his as you whine. his knee is starting to get carpet burn, but all his mind can do is run laps around the image of you cumming on his tongue. “god, it’s like watching a storm with you—just can’t get enough,”

“c’mon,” he coaxes you, mumbling into your inner thigh as he slips a finger inside you. “cum like you deserve to, sweetheart.”

“i wanna see you when you fall apart. can you do that for me, love? can you show me?”

you just take them so well—it’s only right to tell you so, isn’t it?

TANAKA, ennoshita, goshiki, LEV, aone, aran, ASAHI, yamaguchi, AKAASHI, kunimi

DEGRADERS

if you’re not face-down on the bed, back arched up to god with tears streaming down your face? they’re doing something terribly, terribly wrong.

hands grip your hips with a strength you once found unimaginable, and every time you try and pick yourself up onto your elbows, you’re met with a thrust that sends you crumbling back down. you choke out moans, sobs, pleas—whatever their cock is making you slur out. they only laugh when you cry out their name, your hands white-knuckling the sheets.

“what was that?” he’ll coo sarcastically, scoffing when you whimper into the sheets. “don’t wanna get fucked like a bitch, but you’ll still howl like one. that right?”

they’ll reach a hand down to circle your clit with tight little circles, pressing down harder with whatever pressure makes you the loudest. their pace is unrelenting, their jaw stays clenched—their free hand doesn’t leave where it grips your waist.

“you wanna cum? is that it?” they ask through heavy breaths, watching your head nod and your lips part, their stomach flipping when they see tears. “and yet you haven’t even begged me yet, have you?”

“but you’re just dumb and cockdrunk, fucking yourself back like this—i’ll just have to remind you every time, won’t i?”

basically: they call you a slut, and they’ll fuck you like one, too.

KEISHIN UKAI!!, daichi, osamu, SUNA, kyoutani, oikawa, TSUKISHIMA, semi, SAKUSA, terushima, kenma, MATSUKAWA, daishou, hirugami

THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS

they can’t be sorted into just one category due to the fact that they’re completely hot and cold.

one minute, they’re telling you that you’re beautiful as they undress you, caressing you like you’re something new and divine, and the next they’re murmuring insults in your ear that you didn’t think you turn you on so much as they build up your climax.

they unbutton your jeans, pulling them down with your underwear, kissing your hipbone. they ask you, “how lucky am i?” before running their hand up the backside of your thigh and over your ass, guiding a leg over their shoulder as they tilt their head up into your cunt.

they’ll whisper sweet nothings into your ear as they lay you back on the bed once you’ve cum for the first time that night, telling you that they’ll make you do it again. “as many times as you want, love,” they mumble into your skin, into your neck as they line up with your entrance, “as many as you’d like.”

but, other times, the day consumes them—and all they can think about is how they can take out all of their frustration on you. rutting into you feverishly as you push on their abdomen, crying out for them as your hand fights to touch your clit. control is what they seek, and it’s what they get.

“christ, you’re tight,” they grunt, gripping your hips a little tighter as they speed up. “pathetic little thing, aren’t you? fucked dumb. only for me, right? only for me?”

and when you nod through a slurred whine, the sweet side of them returns: “that’s right, baby. my good girl.”

“a good little whore—for me, and me only.”

atsumu, USHIJIMA, sugawara, IWAIZUMI, hinata, BOKUTO, nishinoya, yaku, putting tendou here idc, KUROO, kageyama, meian, KITA, futakuchi

#HELLO???? #I NEEDED THIS?? #YES 🙌 JUST yas 🫵😚 that was you and I could say thank you more

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recently read some seijoh4 frat au fics and omfg these men are so toxic so fucking devious and yet, so hot. my god…the story and characters were just so well-written like ugh even the dialogue was attractive so now I shall provide u with some of my own seijoh4 frat hcs (and this is coming from someone who’s in a professional frat)

i’m not sure if i should tag the writers i was inspired by because I don’t want to come off as weird and i don’t want to make them uncomfortable so pls lmk if you would like to be tagged and credited ty!

note: this is my first drabble/piece of writing here. please leave some feedback if you would like 🥺 also this is loosely based off my own experience in a fraternity lol

ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ…………………………………………………………….

pairings: matsukawa x f!reader with hints of iwaizumi and hanamaki

content warnings: 18+ content, all characters are aged up 18+, college/frat au, male x f!reader, alcohol, hazing, emotional manipulation, humiliation, use of pet names (sweet thing, babe, etc), some misogyny, seijoh4 being dicks, mild (?) choking, recording without consent, suggestive themes. if you don’t like it, please don’t read.

tbh I see seijoh4 as members of a super selective business frat (ΣΕΨ sigma epsilon psi) bc I’m p sure it’s canon that seijoh is a private school and the boys come from money

the executive board: president: oikawa | vp: iwaizumi | secretary: mattsun | treasurer: makki

most professional frats are co-ed, but seijoh’s been a majority male frat for a while now so when you, a freshman, attempt to rush because you want to break out of your shy shell and become a strong-willed business woman, you immediately become a subject of interest to the exec board

their frat had won you over with their presentation on the importance of inclusion and voice in the business environment and an added plus was the acceptance rate of their members into big corporations and law firms

each exec board member gave a speech detailing their position and goals for the year and you remembered how deep and smooth their voices sounded. they were excellent speakers and you hoped they would help you become successful and dominant just like them

as their eyes swept over the crowd of wide-eyed, innocent potential new members (boys and girls included), you noticed that their eyes lingered a little bit too long on you

to the exec board, female pledges were always the best. they were always so eager to please and do well, but little did they know that sigma epsilon psi was just as cruel as the outside business world. so why not start early?

ΣΕΨ always had a pretty big turnout at their interest meeting bc of the power they held not only in terms of popularity but also their academics. (the insane attractiveness of the board was only an added plus)

most members have stellar gpas, were TAs (teacher assistants), and held internships at the most competitive companies. you heard a rumor that a recommendation from a brother could get you just about anywhere.

but you also heard that the rush process was insane

the exec board preached professionalism in everything they do their members and pledges, but during rush month, the facade comes off and they became different men entirely

if you even received a bid from them, you heard that the rush and social events were humiliating and degrading as everything you did for them would be for the sake of the frat, for the sake of your loyalty to the brotherhood

Cheers erupted all around you as the sticky ping pong ball landed in the cup right in front of you. “Fuckkk,” you groaned. This was the fifth time that the ball landed in your cup. You looked up at your partner, the secretary of Sigma Epsilon Psi, Matsukawa Issei, only to find him staring back at you with dark eyes. At first, when he had asked if you wanted to be partners with him for beer pong you inwardly cheered, but now you realized that the universe had other plans for you.

Matsukawa laughed at your misfortune and removed the ball from your cup. He picked up the red solo cup and used it as an opportunity to sling his arm over your shoulder. The tall man towered over you as he held the cup to your lips. If it weren’t for the current situation then you might have actually enjoyed the sight. It’s no secret that the executive board of Sigma Epsilon Psi was easy on the eyes. “Come on y/n. Drink up,” he goaded as he pushed the cup against your plush lips.

Noticing your hesitance Matsukawa spoke again. “You do want to get in right? You want to become a strong business woman right? Isn’t that what you told me during interviews?” he asked, voice dripping in mirth and sarcasm. He was right; you had to get in no matter what. This process, this frat, these people, all of it was just a means to a hopefully money-filled end. “Come on y/n, Makki’s team is winning and I’m not trying to iron his damn suits for him for the next month,” complained Matsukawa.

His eyes watched as Makki’s partner picked up his cup and began chugging. He looked at you expectantly but this time his eyes had a darker glint in it. Fuck it, you thought as you picked up your cup and downed the jungle juice mixture in one swallow, ignoring the burn as the liquid traveled down your throat and into your stomach.

“Atta girl,” said Matsukawa as he released his tight grip on your shoulder. His eyes looked you up and down, lingering on your swollen lips and flushed chest. The business formal blouse you had to wear to every meeting and party as a pledge was now stuck to your body, outlining the curves of your body and the ridges of your bra. Matsukawa’s hand gripped your waist as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. His warm breath sent shivers down your spine. “Flip the fucking cup and make me proud babe.”

You set the cup down and tried to flip it onto its open end. People cheered as you and Makki’s partner raced against each other, trying to flip the cup but failing. Fuck fuck fuck. Your head was pounding and you were sure your face was flushed a bright red as the party raged around you. Your back was soaked with sweat and your whole body felt hot, not to mention the heat coming from Matsukawa’s large hand as it rested on the curve of your ass. If you couldn’t flip this you would have to drink from the bitch cup, a cup that was filled with every single alcohol that could be found in the frat house. You couldn’t drink from that cup. You just couldn’t. That cup would fuck you up and put you at the mercy of the executive board.

You bent down, not noticing that your ass kept brushing against Matsukawa’s front. You tried everything. Gentle taps and quick flicks of your wrist, but that stupid red solo cup kept bouncing off the table’s surface. It kept falling down and your ears were filled with the sounds of plastic ricocheting off plastic. It didn’t help that the pounding bass of the speakers was making your headache worse. You were getting more and more nervous and just as you were going to try again, cheers erupted from Makki’s side. The male pledge’s cup stood upright on its wider end.

Fuck, your bid is getting revoked for sure now.

“Aw, y/n,” groaned Matsukawa, “Were you even trying? Stupid girl, now you have to drink from the bitch cup.” He didn’t look the slightest bit disappointed. The smirk he had on since the beginning of the game never left his face.

“And as your partner and your secretary, I get the honors of delivering the bitch cup to you.” Not wanting to disrespect a brother, no less a member of the executive board, you nodded and followed him to the kitchen. Shame flooded through your body and if it wasn’t for the red flush on your cheeks you swear you would have been even redder.

“Iwa, pass me the bitch cup. This sweet thing lost so now she has to drink from it,” laughed Matsukawa as he motioned to the muscular man leaning on the fridge. The vice president, Iwaizumi Hajime, passed the dark haired man the godforsaken cup and looked you up and down. “Damn, she looks fucked up. I don’t know if she can even drink this,” chuckled Iwaizumi. “Nah, no worries, that’s why I’m here to help,” said Matsukawa. “Right, y/n?”

Again, voiceless, you nodded.

“Good girl.”

He quickly got behind you and tilted your head up. “Wait- what are you doing?” you asked, head jerking away from his hand. “I’m just helping you drink from the bitch cup. Don’t worry about it babe. Now stay still.”

His left hand came up to cup your face, the silver rings cooling your burning face while the other hand lifted the bitch cup to your mouth.

Fuck. You felt tears begin to well up on your lash line, but you wouldn’t let yourself cry. You got yourself into this mess and now you were going to get yourself out of it, no matter how attractive these men were. No matter how much you wanted to crumble at their feet and let them do whatever they wanted to do you.

“Now open wide pretty girl,” cooed Matsukawa as his left hand squeezed your lower jaw. The praise sent another burst of heat down your body and your core clenched. Obediently you opened your mouth and looked up at Matsukawa with wide eyes. You swore you heard Matsukawa whisper fuck under his breath. You felt humiliated and yet, this might be the hottest thing you’ve experienced in college.

You could only watch as a steady stream of alcohol was poured down your throat. Matsukawa’s hand was so large that it wrapped around your throat, holding you still so the alcohol could flow right down your throat and so he could feel your throat contracting with every swallow you took. His fingers applied a light pressure to your throat and you could feel the warmth of his body as his chest was pressed to your back. He felt so toned. You felt dizzy. Your vision started to blur but you forced yourself to focus on Matsukawa’s blown pupils and the large banner hanging in the kitchen that had the letters ΣΕΨ embroidered on it in teal. If not for the liquid in your mouth, you would have moaned. So much for preserving the last shreds of your dignity.

“Damn,” you heard Makki remark, “She looks like a natural, right Iwa?” The vice president gave a grunt in response, more focused on watching your throat bob up and down. He wondered what else your mouth was good at as he watched the streams of alcohol miss your mouth and instead, flow down your chin and onto the formal blouse you wore.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Makki with his phone out and flash on.

“Fuck, you’re almost there,” groaned Matsukawa. “You look so good like this, y/n.”

The taste of soju and truly burned the back of your throat and you were sure that you were going to see imprints of Matsukawa’s fingers and rings on your neck the next day, but you continued swallowing that crude mixture.

All for the fraternity, right?

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Metamorphosis (Hanamaki x f!reader)

Word Count: 4.9k

Tags: alcohol consumption in one scene, silly jokes, mild use of swear words, smut, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, friends to lovers, some seijoh 4 friendship.

Summary: You and Hanamaki have been friends since forever, but isn't your relationship something more than a friendship? He sure would like that. And finally, he starts sending you the signs.

a/n: the Haikyuu wiki informs me that Takahiro Hanamaki means “precious flower roll”.

I also realised I just basically wrote my ideal fanfic man. So the brainbrot is real this time. Really real. Too much real.

The banana joke is based on an irl interaction with some friends. May they be blessed.

<3 Thanks to @ukiyotsu for beta-reading my work and helping me improve it! You’re da best!!

Tagging: @antique-remains

"I don't like bananas when they're soft," complains Oikawa, keeping the yellow fruit in hand as if it was poisoned.

"Me neither, the flavour is much better when they're a little unripened," you comment.

"I mean, of course, hard bananas are better. Hard is always better than soft," states Hanamaki, a satisfied smile on his face as he glances around the room to see if his double meaning reached his audience.

"Ffffuck." Iwaizumi just leaves the kitchen, closing the door behind him.

Oikawa, Hanamaki and you burst into laughter at his reaction.

"Hiro, you know he doesn't like talking about this stuff," you point out just as Iwaizumi re-enters the room. "But yeah, you're right," you nod sagely.

Iwaizumi shoots you an indignant look and exits the room again, leaving the rest of you laughing hysterically.

'Iwa-kun, forgive me!" You scream dramatically from the kitchen and go chasing after him.

You find him setting the movie the four of you were supposed to watch before you got distracted grabbing drinks and talking about bananas.

"Isn't Mattsun coming?" You ask while you grab your seat in the middle, next to Iwaizumi.

"He's at work tonight." Hanamaki takes a seat on the couch, his body falling heavily next to yours, pushing you a little.

"Hey, Mr. Feathertouch, may I remind you I'm not a pillow?" You ask, your face between angry and teasing.

"You may," Hanamaki replies, his tone and expression those of a mighty king talking to his subjects.

You grumble in response and seat yourself more comfortably on the couch, pushing him a bit to the left to regain your space.

"And where do I sit?" Asks Oikawa pitifully.

"The armchair, dumbass, it's literally in front of you," replies Iwaizumi.

"But I wanted to sit on the couch with you," the brown-haired man pouts.

In a moment of weakness, you find yourself feeling bad for him. "I can give you my place if you want."

"Nuh-uh, you're staying right here," intervenes Hanamaki, hooking his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close to him.

You are surprised by his action but, at the same time, you can't really say it feels wrong. You've been friends for years, so you're used to some casual physical contact. But why did he do that? Just to annoy Tōru? It doesn't seem like him.

Oikawa rolls his eyes and finally seats on the armchair next to the couch. He's still close to Iwaizumi, so he shouldn't be too sad.

“Let’s start!” He grabs the remote and starts the movie. You expected Hanamaki to pull his arm away now, but he doesn't move. You don't really mind, but you're not very comfortable in that position, so you end up moving restlessly now and then.

"Are you uncomfortable, bee?"

Hanamaki started calling you that many years ago, partly because of your love for honey, partly because you were a 'diligent and busy bee' when it came to school–differently from him.

"Mmh, kinda, yeah," you admit.

"Just come a bit closer." He murmurs those words right to your ear, and you feel a light shiver running down your neck. You wish you didn't like his voice so much.

Weirdly enough, you comply, scooting over a little to the right and leaning more against him on the left. A small part of your brain wonders if this isn't too much for two people that are just friends. But Takahiro's warmth is so cosy, and the way he asked was so calm and natural that it would feel weird to make a big deal out of it now.

"Better?"

"Yeah." You nest under his shoulder and rest your face on his chest. It feels nice.

Now you finally bring your focus to the movie, unaware of the observing gazes of Iwaizumi and Oikawa, and of the little smile that softens Hanamaki's face.

"It's been a while since all five of us managed to hang out together, it's nice," you say as you take a seat at the bar’s table, beaming at your friends, who promptly mirror your genuine smile back to you.

"You're lucky I booked this table in the corner, or we would be bombarded by my fans asking for autographs," brags Oikawa.

The others start telling him to fuck off or nudge him not so gently on the side, but your own strategy when it comes to his boasting is to simply overlook it. At least usually.

"Now that I think about it, you never gave me your autograph," you comment distractedly while the waitress who's serving you tonight lays your beers on the table.

"Easy fix." Oikawa waits for her to leave and grabs your hand from across the table.

"Where does that marker even come from?!" You ask with a surprised laugh while Oikawa starts writing with a black marker on your forearm.

"He's always ready for his fans," comments Matsukawa, his tone hiding a double meaning that you decide to ignore.

"You didn't even ask for her permission," scolds Iwaizumi before chugging half of his beer.

Hanamaki remains uncharacteristically silent as he looks at the scene.

"Done," says Oikawa happily, shooting a smile at you. "To my precious y/n-chan. I even put a heart for you!"

He winks and you laugh while you pull your arm back, looking at the writing on your skin. "Well, I don't love the idea of going around with your name on my skin, but it's a good-looking autograph."

The conversation soon moves toward other topics, playful burns bouncing off among the five of you and glasses of beer emptying quickly.

You're all a bit tipsy when you end up talking about the 'good ol' high school memories' and it's heart-warming to reminisce about how many things you went through together.

You’re talking with Matsukawa about that time you, him and Hanamaki stayed up so late watching movies that you just fell asleep in the living room when Hanamaki grabs your arm and starts scribbling something. He puts his own arm between you and your ‘body canvas’ so you can’t exactly see what he’s writing.

"Hiro, what are you doing?" You ask, but he doesn't reply. "It tickles," you giggle as you feel the light pressure of the marker on your skin.

The other three keep talking, simply shooting some glances every now and then in Hanamaki's direction.

It takes Takahiro at least five minutes, but at last, he's finally done. "Here," he states, his tone serious and his face a little flushed.

You look at your arm and see that the autograph has been completely covered and transformed into a beautiful flower.

"Makki! You ruined my signature!" Complains Oikawa.

"I think this suits her better," matter-of-factly replies Hanamaki and he dares a look at you to check your response to his action.

You don't look at him at first, fascinated by the way he managed to make such a pretty drawing. "It's lovely, Hiro, thanks," you say when you finally turn your happy gaze at him.

Hanamaki’s features soften in that knowing half-smile that you always liked about him.

Oikawa keeps complaining about the 'cruel destruction of his masterpiece' but he gets shushed by the other two friends, who now seem to be looking at you in an unusual way.

You soon resume your chatting and drinking, accompanied by snacks of every kind, until you get up to go to the restroom. When you're in front of the door, you notice that Hanamaki has followed you. “What are you doing?” you ask him, an amused and confused smile on your face.

“I’m coming with you,” he replies with a silly chuckle. His cheeks are red and his eyes are foggy. He drank too much.

You place your hands on his shoulders and speak gently. “Hiro, listen to me, you can’t enter the ladies' restroom." He looks at you, confusion and disappointment in his eyes. "Here is what we’re gonna do: you’re going to wait for me at the table, and then we go outside to catch some fresh air, alright?”

Hanamaki pouts a little. “You’re coming back soon?”

You chuckle. He’s so cute. “Of course. I’ll see you in a minute.”

Hanamaki finally surrenders, walking back to the table, and you go to the restroom.

“Guys, I'll take Hiro out for some air. You two: stop drinking!” you glare at Matsukawa and Oikawa, who seem to be in the same state as their friend. Iwaizumi seems to be the only one who’s just tipsy like you are.

Once out of the bar, you turn the corner and enter a narrow, quiet alley. The air is fresh and so is the wall you lean on. “Here─” you pat the wall next to you─“now let’s calm down a little.”

“I need to tell you something.” Hanamaki places himself right in front of you instead, propping his hand on the wall next to your head. His eyes are locked on yours and his mouth is slightly open. “I’m not good with words…” He shakes his head lightly. “And I didn’t want to fuck it up but I─”

His words are interrupted by the pressing of your hands on his mouth. There’s a little panic in your eyes as a storm of thoughts clogs your mind. You can feel the warm air coming out of his nose on your hands. “Not like this. If you want to tell me something, do it when you’re sober, okay?”

You keep your hands pressed on him. Maybe you misunderstood, maybe you’re getting ahead of yourself, but if he was about to say what you think he was, you don’t want him to say it like this. You want things to be done properly. You want to be able to believe every single word he shares with you.

“Okay?” you repeat since Hanamaki didn’t give a sign of understanding yet. He looks at you and nods slowly. You pull your hands away, and he bites his lower lip in thought.

“We should go back inside. We can talk tomorrow.” You try to speak as calmly and sweetly as you can. You don’t want him to think you’re mad.

“Yeah.” Hanamaki seems a bit down the rope, but nonetheless, he follows you inside the bar.

You remain for a while with the others, but the feelings that have risen from your conversation with Hanamaki made you restless. With an excuse, you say your goodbyes and head back home. It's just a five-minute walk, so you manage to go by yourself, regardless of the guys' protests. What you need right now is some alone time and a good night of sleep.

When tomorrow arrives, you spend the entire morning wondering if you should write to Takahiro or if you should wait for him to take the first step instead.

After a couple of hours of debating, you even start doubting he even remembers what happened at all. What if he doesn’t? How are you going to face him? Should you say something? Ask him about it?

Luckily, around noon, he sends a message.

Hiro-dummy > Hey. I just woke up. Can we talk later?

You > Sure. Wanna come by around six?

Hiro-dummy > Okay. See you later, bee.

When you hear the bell ring at 6 pm sharp, your heart skips a beat. There are so many uncertainties about what is going to happen. You quickly go open the door and find Hanamaki in front of it, his face apparently calm.

“Hi,” he says, his voice husky.

“Hi.” You step away from the door, letting him in.

“I haven’t been here in a while,” he comments while walking around. It’s as if he’s trying to act natural, but you both know he’s not here just for a friendly visit.

“True, we usually hang out at yours or Tōru’s place.” You don’t know what to do with your hands, so you start playing with the strings of your shorts while looking at his back.

Hanamaki turns and looks at your hands for a moment, slowly raising his gaze after that. A strange intensity veils his face. He walks toward you, without stopping when he’s getting too close, making you walk backwards until your back hits the column that marks the corner between the kitchen and the living room. Then he places both his hands on the wall, next to your head, caging you in. You look at him with curious, expectant eyes.

“I’m not entirely sure of what I did or did not say yesterday, but, apparently, as soon as you left the bar I told everything I could remember to Mattsun, who updated me this morning.” Hanamaki wets his lips, clearly thinking about what he should say next.

“I am sober now, so you can trust my words. Okay?”

You nod, your throat too tense to allow any words to come out.

Contrary to what he just said, Takahiro doesn't start by talking and instead leans in swiftly and presses his lips on yours. His breathing is fast, and his lips are burning hot. You melt into the kiss, reciprocating it and bringing your hands to his cheeks.

When he pulls away, he quickly glances at your face–a breathless, dazed face–and then moves his lips to your jaw, leaving open-mouthed kisses on your skin. "I wanna kiss you today," he says as he moves his lips lower under your jaw. "I wanna kiss you tomorrow," he murmurs, kissing your neck. "I wanna kiss you next month," he breathes while sucking a little at your collarbone. "I wanna kiss you five years from now."

He's leaving soft kisses all along your neck, your hand now buried in his strawberry hair and your mouth agape.

"It sounds a lot like dating," you manage to say between soft pants. He only kissed you, but you feel so mesmerised already.

"Yeah, that's the gist of it," Hanamaki replies rushedly between kisses. "So what do you say?"

"I can't decide if you've just been romantic or not," you reply with half a giggle that soon turns into a soft moan when Takahiro sucks at your soft skin.

"I'm not good with words," he replies calmly.

"Yeah, I heard that."

He hums interrogatively but you ignore that and use your hand to gently make him look at you. "I say let's do it."

His usually collected air shakes briefly as surprise and joy shine in his eyes, but those sweet feelings are soon replaced by something else.

"I waited so long for this." Hanamaki's hands fall from the wall to your shoulders and then, slowly, to your sides. His fingers press on your skin through the dress, wrinkling the fabric under his touch.

Your lips look for each other and meet again and again, gently at first, but grow hungrier as time passes. Warm, soft and wet. When Takahiro brushes your upper lip with his tongue, simultaneously pulling you closer by the waist, you lean into his touch, entranced.

His presence is so strong it leaves space for nothing else, and you gasp quietly when he presses himself against you, his already half-erect member brushing against your clothed core. He groans lightly against your ear, nipping at it, and there it is, that shiver again.

"What is it with you and your ears?" He asks, curious, without stopping touching you.

"It's not the ears, Hiro, it's your voice," you reply.

Hanamaki stops kissing you to get a good look at your face. He's focused entirely on it, as if studying it. "You like my voice?" His hands still too, only loosely resting on your sides.

"Yeah," you reply. You already miss his strong touch.

"So much that you go all shivery?" He asks, his air now a little smug.

Embarrassment falls on your face. "You noticed that?"

Hanamaki doesn't reply immediately, leaning in again and nipping at your ear once more. "Of course, I noticed, bee. Why do you think I'm standing so close now?"

You shiver again and scoff. "You asshole, stop playing with me."

"I thought that playing with you was part of the deal," Hanamaki says, his voice even deeper and huskier than usual. He lowers one hand and grazes your chest first, then your belly, going down until his hand cups your core and eliciting another gasp out of you. He chuckles and starts sliding one finger along the fabric of your dress, brushing your sensitive spot lightly.

You moan softly and melt into his touch, your body moving on its own to look for more contact. But then your stubborn spirit awakes, and you find control again. "You're right. We should play─” you lower your own hand and cup his shaft─“Together."

Hanamaki’s breath stutters, and you feel his member being fully erect and pressing against your hand. He hesitates briefly before raising your dress and touching directly against your panties.

“Fffuck, you’re so hot.” Hanamaki nips at your neck and inhales. “You smell good. Did you just shower?”

"Yeah." You look at him, half-lidded eyes drowned in lust and confusion. Why is he talking instead of kissing you?

"Perfect." Hanamaki kneels down and smirks at you, his face beautiful and mischievous. His pupils are a wide circle of darkness. Before you can inquire about his intentions, he takes the hem of your dress and hands it to you. "Keep this up."

You automatically accept the fabric, keeping it wrinkled on your belly, and Takahiro gives a long stare at your panties before pulling them down in a swift motion. He raises his eyebrows and licks his lips.

"I have the all-clear, right?" After asking that, he gazes at you and gives a gentle bite on your thigh, his eyes never leaving yours.

The moment you nod, your lower lip caged under your teeth at the pure thought of what's about to happen, Hanamaki dives in, his soft mouth kissing the skin of your lower belly, your thighs, your groin…

Then you feel the delectable warmth of his tongue on your folds, and your body tenses up, your lungs filling with air and your eyes closing slowly. Takahiro’s mouth reaches for your core, his tongue tasting your wetness, and you bury your free hand in his strawberry hair, ruffling his fringe and caressing his scalp. When his tongue travels up to your clit, a quiet whimper and a tug of his hair follows.

You love the way he’s touching you, the way his hands grip at your hips, the way he looks like he’s addicted to you. He barely takes the time to breathe as he moves his tongue, changing the rhythm in response to your reactions. He’s so good at this, and your whimpers get more and more intense until you accidentally give a stronger tug at his hair. Hanamaki groans, the vibration reverberating on your clit and making you moan out loud.

"Hiro," you whine, your voice needy. You're so close. You crave your release.

Hanamaki chuckles mischievously, and you can see in his eyes he likes the desperation in your voice. He likes to see that you want him, desire him. This is a dream come true.

He reaches for the hand you have on his hair and intertwines his fingers with yours. He then squeezes it softly just as he sucks your sensitive bud, circling his tongue around it soon after. You furrow your brows, ecstatic, and he keeps pampering you until you unravel under his touch, a melody of moans filling the room like warm waves.

When you open your eyes, he's still kneeling and looking at you with a smirk you never saw on him before. Satisfaction and lust. He slowly rises, his eyes scanning every inch of your body, his hands taking yours and making the dress fall down again.

"I want to…" Hanamaki hesitates, a shameful expression falling on him."But I forgot the condoms."

Your bottom lip caged under your teeth, you stare at Takahiro, your hands still in his, his thumbs caressing you sweetly even while he curses himself under his breath.

"I'm on the pill," you state. 

Hanamaki looks at you, startled, but says nothing.

"Which means we could…" You’re not sure if he doesn’t understand or if he’s just unsure about it, and insecurity gets hold of you.

"We can?!" Hanamaki is so excited, his eyes bright and his hands squeezing yours. Whatever worry you might have had just dissipates instantly, and you chuckle cheerfully.

When Takahiro sees you nodding, his expression changes once again. Sweet excitement turns into lust, and the way his eyes pierce into yours makes it look like he’s about to devour you whole. A shiver runs down your spine.

His hands move to your waist and his mouth slowly opens as he pulls you close to kiss you.

Your kisses are deep, steaming, and passionate. They leave you breathless, and you can feel the warmth in your belly building up again as your hands wander under his shirt. His stomach is flat and toned, and you adoringly trace the soft lines of his abs with your fingertips.

"Help me up?" Hanamaki asks, looking briefly at his shirt, and you raise the hem of it, revealing his athletic chest and pulling the piece of clothing off of him.

You can’t help but stare at his Adonis belt, the seducing V-line guiding your eyes right to the bulge in his pants. Hanamaki takes notice of your gaze and chuckles.

"I'm all yours," he says slyly, and you joyously accept the offer, unbuttoning his jeans and lowering them down. There’s a little damp spot on his boxers. “Let’s go to your room.” Takahiro grabs your hand and leads you to your bedroom.

When he pushes you onto your bed, your beloved half-smile on his face, you chuckle lightly. This feels so right. He helps you take your dress off, then your bra, and he’s quick to hover over you, his naked chest pressing on yours and his lips alighting on yours with need.

You’re playing with the hem of his boxers, your fingers tracing slow movements across his skin, when he moves to your breasts. He fondles them with such gentleness you find yourself smiling. When he starts slowly twisting your nipples you let your voice out, a sweet sound that waves loosely to his ears. Your voice soon increases in volume when Takahiro laps one of your nipples, enveloping it in his warm, wet mouth and making flashes of pleasure spread across your body.

He then comes back to your lips, his head tilted, his lips sucking your lips, his tongue dancing with yours. “I can’t wait anymore.” He lowers his body on yours again, pressing his covered shaft on your naked core. A small whimper escapes your lips.

“Take these off,” you murmur as you slide one finger under his boxers, letting the elastic band snap on his pale skin.

Takahiro doesn’t need you to tell him twice. With a jump, he’s out of the bed and naked before he joins you again. He slides his hand on the inner part of your thighs, opening them up, and you find yourself trembling slightly under his touch. You’re so excited. He is too.

“Then I go.” It’s a statement, but the last part is more high-pitched, transforming it into half a question.

You kiss him deeply. “Yes.”

And then you feel it, the tip of his cock–it’s burning hot–on your entrance, sliding slowly up and down and mixing the essence of your pleasures together.

He looks you in the eyes, his pupils dilated and his mouth agape, and the moment you open your mouth too, a deep breath making your chest heave, he pushes himself in. He sheathes himself slowly, giving you the time to adjust to his girth, exhaling shakily. “Gorgeous,” he murmurs, more to himself than to you.

A chuckle starts to form, but it dies in your throat the moment he pulls out and bottoms up again in a quick movement. “Hiro,” you exclaim, not sure if you’re scolding him or just straight out moaning his name.

“Sorry, got a bit greedy,” he says softly, his eyes wandering over your body before meeting yours again. “I’m gonna behave,” he adds.

And he does. He goes slow, relishing every little sound you make, loving the way your walls wrap around his cock. He places soft kisses on your neck, your shoulders, and your collarbone, without ever stopping moving in and out of you.

It feels amazing. His fringe tickles your forehead when he kisses you, his muscles flex at every movement, and his breathing turns you on so fucking much.

“Would you like to come on top?” he asks suddenly, stilling inside you.

You’re taken by surprise at first, but you soon assent, waiting for him to pull out and letting him manoeuvre you the way he pleases. You align his cock to your entrance and then place your hands on his muscular chest. As you start to slowly lower yourself on him, you feel his hands guiding your hips down until he’s fully sheathed inside you.

“Mmh, perfect,” he says while staring at your face, at your breasts, at the point you swallow his cock.

When you start moving your face contracts a little, the change in position requiring you to adjust once more. You soon start moaning softly, your eyes half-lidded and locked on his. Takahiro places his hands on your breasts, folding them gently and twisting your nipples every now and then to see your reaction, to take in every little sound and face you make.

When you lower yourself on him and kiss him with lust, he grasps your hips again, his fingers sinking in your skin, and he starts thrusting, making you let out your voice more─a mix of surprise and pleasure. It’s so hot, his strong grip on you and his cock reaching deep inside. Your eyes flutter shut, and you bite on your lower lip to try to contain your voice.

“Don’t hold back,” Takahiro pleads, his breathing ragged from the rapid and strong movements of his hips.

You indulge him, releasing your voice in the room for him to hear and focussing only on the pleasure building inside you. When he stops his movements, you take a deep breath. “You’re really something,” you breathe out in his neck, your forehead resting on the pillow.

Takahiro wets his lips. “Mmh, really? Wanna try something else now, bee?” He’s trying to play it smug, as if he’s the one doing you a favour, but you can hear the desire in his voice.

“Like what?” you ask, meeting his eyes. You place a small kiss on his nose.

Hanamaki smirks and manoeuvres you once again until you’re on all fours and he’s behind you, his big hands taking a handful of your ass before positioning themselves on your hips. “Good to go?” You can’t help the shiver that runs down your spine at his words, and he smiles at the little goosebumps he sees on your skin.

He starts slowly, pushing his length carefully inside you, letting you accommodate him. You take hold of the bedsheets under you, looking for more stability. When he feels you relaxed enough, Hanamaki fastens his pace, and it’s not long before you fall on your elbows, hiding your face in the fabric.

He’s reaching so fucking deep inside you that you almost want to cry. Your voice comes out in fast, short whimpers, and you regret not being able to see his face in this position, but that doesn’t stop the familiar warmth from collecting in your lower abdomen.

The sound of your moans is synchronised with the noise of his hips smacking against your ass, and your head starts feeling light and warm.

“C-clit,” you mumble to Takahiro, your face half-turned in his direction.

His breathing is laboured, and his lids fall heavily on his eyes, but he gladly complies, snaking one hand down your hip to your clit, tracing circles around it.

Your whimpers get more and more desperate as you feel the pressure in your core rising. You’re losing your mind. Takahiro only needs a few more thrusts and some swift movements of his finger on your clit to have you unravel in front of him, a symphony of little moans flowing out of you and your legs trembling on the bed.

He reaches his climax soon after, spilling inside you while his hips sloppily meet your ass and his husky voice comes out in, what you find to be, ridiculously sexy groans.

Silence falls in the room, with the exception of the laboured breathing that slowly finds its normal pace again, and the two of you smile tiredly without changing position.

“That was so good,” you murmur. Hanamaki is surprised to hear those words come out of your mouth, and a smile paints itself on his face.

“I agree,” he replies before pulling out carefully and looking for a tissue. He quickly hands one to you too and leans close. “Should we go wash ourselves up?” A playful look is now brightening his face.

“Why not?” you reply, hooking your arms around his neck to give him some gentle kisses.

After the shower, which lasted way more than expected due to the extreme diligence of Takahiro in cleaning you up, both of you fall on the bed, tired and happy.

You pull the bedsheets over the two of you and nest with him, resting your head on his shoulder and hugging him closely. He wraps you in his arm and kisses you on the forehead.

When you raise your head and meet his gaze, smiling at him, he smiles back, his eyes as warm as a summer evening. You kiss him sweetly, enamoured and still amazed at how quickly your relationship changed. You'll later realise that the shift had started a long time ago.

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I feel awkward asking now but yk

Nice to meet ya (that is if being friends is cool)

You can call me ✌️😚 (I really want that to be my name lmfao) you seem really cool and I just wanted to say hi really!!

Well hello to you too my love! It’s wonderful to meet you and I’m happy you asked lol

I have no problems making new friends, especially cute ones like you!! I hope you’re having a wonderful day

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