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astarsol · 10 months
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ch. 5 - work vs onigiri
    "guys, i think i’m ready to head out. maybe we should get some dessert," sakusa grabs his trash, signaling for his coach and his teammates to join him. his speech is directed towards everyone but you and atsumu who are currently conversing over your onigiris. 
  atsumu looks up, narrowing his eyebrows at the outside hitter. his onigiri is still mostly there, him having focused more on his conversation with you than his food. which is highly unusual for him. "i can eat this real quick, want me to join?"
  sakusa shrugs, tossing his trash into a nearby trash can, "no, it's fine. finish your lunch and we can get something some other time."
  the rest of the team is practically out the door by the time atsumu goes to say something. either not getting the hint that sakusa is putting down, or the awkward conversation can no longer be backed by his rowdy teammates. you look up at the team and give them all a small wave.
  "they seem like a really nice team, atsumu," you offer, trying to get the conversation moving again. seconds later, your phone dings, a message coming through. you turn off the ringer, turning your attention back to the volleyball player.
  he nods, taking a bite of his food. "yeah, they're great to play with. sometimes annoying, but i couldn't imagine playing with anyone else. so first thoughts on my brother's restaurant?"
  a silence lingers in the air as your nose scrunches a little, your lips curling into a frown. you shrug, looking at the register for a moment to ensure no one's there before you speak, "i wanna be honest with you, but he's your brother..."
  "be perfectly honest with me, i'm sure i- he could take it," atsumu nods, somewhat hoping for you to dislike your food just to get back at his brother. for nothing in particular, but just because he loves him so much. a small smile lingers on his face as he awaits your humble opinion.
  you look down before looking atsumu straight in the eyes, "it's awful, i would never want to eat here again until this man learns how to season." your once bright smile is sitting in a line, a serious expression on your face. 
  atsumu's mouth hangs open a little, surprised you were so blunt with your hatred of his brother's food. he had truly never met anyone like you, so deadpan and uncaring of his status or fame. it truly shook him to his core as his eyes stay a large circular shape. 
  your smile suddenly returns as he looks at you, a laugh bubbling from you, "i'm joking atsumu! the food is great, truthfully not my favorite, but definitely not bad. and definitely not 'unseasoned'."
  you slap his upper arm, your hand resting there for a second as your laugh grows at the sight of his confused expression. "i'm so sorry for doing that, but that was hilarious," with a slight head nod, your heart beats a little quicker. 
  he looks down at your hand, his agape mouth slowly forming into a smile. he shakes his head, quirking his eyebrow a little at the practical joke you decided to play on him. atsumu sighs at the sight of you laughing your ass off, drinking in the joy that he had never experience before.
  "that was a good joke, i'll give you that," atsumu looks away, realizing that his gaze held onto you far longer than he dare try again. he doesn't know how you feel, and would rather not test the fates today. you look up smiling and it's the most beautiful thing atsumu had ever seen.
  you nod, agreeing with his statement, "thank you, i try my absolute hardest." you take a bite of onigiri, figuring the food had waited long enough for you to finish it off. 
  atsumu turns to see his brother eyeing the two of them, "i will be right back. i just need to talk to my brother..."
  "alright, you should tell him that his food is absolutely delicious and not at all disgusting," he tilts his head, looking at you with a slightly upheld smile. atsumu's hands resting carefully on his hips. 
  as he walks away, you look down at your phone, remembering the messages sent by someone. you open your phone and a soft sigh escapes you.
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fun facts; - atsumu sometimes comes across videos about him on his fyp and he hates it - like man can’t catch a break - for a second he thought you ran off cause you just didn’t like him - osamu told him that wouldn’t happen - also new keiji akaashi smau out now
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“ROADSIDE REVELATION” for A Series of "I Love Yous"
Pairing: Atsumu x Fem!Reader
Rating/Warnings: T for Teen
Word Count: 3.2k
Summary: In trying to comfort Atsumu after a big game loss, the two of you come to a revelation together.
Note: Hurt/comfort? Romance! Fluff? Confessions. Is this coherent? Is this well-paced? Was it easy to write? Consistent? Absolutely not! Did I have fun? Heck yeah. Leave the coherency for the 8-page research paper I have to now finish. First fic back after hiatus; I haven't flexed my fic writing muscle in so long. I LOVE YOU ALL.
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                “Are you hungry? Want me to order some dinner?”
                Your question is spoken tentatively into your quiet bedroom. The only sound in the past half hour, since Atsumu had returned from his game, has been the sound of your little fan running on your desk and the occasional honk of a car from outside your window. He had barely even managed a greeting when he had first entered your apartment. He’s barely managing a reply now.   
“‘M not hungry,” he murmurs, eyes closed. You frown. There might’ve been a time where you would be smiling and teasing him for his dramatics, but you’re keenly aware of how serious he’s being right now. You’ve never heard his voice sound like that, heavy and quiet.
In fact, you haven’t experienced any of this at all. This is Atsumu’s first big loss in a match since he’s been with you, and if you were being honest, you’ve no idea what to do. The great thing about a new relationship? All the things you haven’t gone through together yet. Of course, this also happens to be the difficult thing about a new relationship.
You don’t know how to make him feel better. You don’t even know if he wants to feel better, but surely, as his girlfriend, it’s your job to try. You really, really want to try. You’ve been weaving in and out of your own bedroom periodically, trying.
“I can draw you a bath,” you suggest. He hadn’t gone for any of your previous five suggestions. Didn’t seem to want to be held, but leaving him alone just felt impossible.
His head shakes. “Already showered.” Your heart is constricting at how quiet he’s being.
Moving to the bed, you touch his arm gently. “Atsumu,” you begin. His mouth presses tightly together immediately—he knows what’s coming. “I’m sorry you lost the game. But—”                 “But what?” He cuts in tiredly. It’s your turn to press your lips together. At least he’s speaking. That’s progress.
“But it’s not all on you,” you say, soft. He slides his arm off his face to look at you. “And I know it’s hard—”
“Y’don’t,” he interrupts again. This startles you into silence, though he says it gently and without any bite. It’s just a fact he’s stating. “This is…this game isn’t just a game. ‘S not just a loss. We’re cut from th’ rest of the tournament.” His eyes go serious and hard. “I coulda gotten the last ball, but I didn’t.” His mouth trembles just the barest amount. “‘S on me.”
You hold eyes for a long time. Part of you is cinching up inside, prickled from his cold words. But beneath his starkness, you see it, the hurt. The wound of losing something you care about—the guilt of thinking there was a chance you could have saved it. Your chest turns for him. You know it’s not just a game, of course you do.
“I’m sorry, Atsumu,” you say. It’s the only thing you can think of saying. He just hums in reply.
In the face of his loss, you realize you feel strangely inadequate as a partner. Atsumu has always been able to cheer you up. It’s his specialty. He’s loud sometimes, and brash, and volatile when it comes to his sport, but damn it if he doesn’t know how to comfort you. It had been the reason you had agreed to go out with him—how he can always make you laugh, no matter what. And now you can’t do the same for him?
You touch his face gently, then his shoulder. He looks up at you, tired. “I’ll get you some water,” you whisper at last. Atsumu hesitates and then nods before closing his eyes again, looking older than his age.
“Thanks.”
You don’t let out a sigh until you’re in your kitchen, faucet on, waiting for the water to get cold. You’re starting to space out, mind running with possible solutions, when your phone dings in your back pocket with a text. You glance at the screen and your brows flick up. Osamu. This is a first.
                How’s he doing? The message reads.
                Despite the situation, you’re unusually flattered his twin is texting you right now. Though the two of you have always been friendly, you’ve yet to be friends. His message feels like a mark of acceptance, somehow. You fill the glass with tap and lean against your counter.
He’s pretty devastated, you type back. Doesn’t even want dinner.
That’s serious, all right, comes Osamu’s immediate reply. You have to crack a smile at that. You can basically hear the dryness of his voice through the message. Another buzz. He’ll be fine.
You deliberate before tapping out a message. What usually helps?
Wdym?
You bite your lip. Like what comforts him? What makes him feel better?
The texting dots appear and disappear a few times. It’s a couple minutes before Osamu’s reply comes through. He just needs a distraction. Another minute, and then another text. What makes you feel better?
You stare at the screen and then out the window to the city outside. An image of yourself when you were younger: a long stretch of road, a song you still remember, the sun setting. You glance back down at the screen. I might have an idea.
Your phone buzzes again, but you shove it back into your pocket, already moving toward your bedroom. Atsumu’s eyes peek open when he feels the edge of your bed dip. You offer him a smile, carding your fingers through his mussed-up hair. “Come on,” you say gently. “Let’s go somewhere.”
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                Atsumu had been reluctant to get out of your bed. If he had had his way, he would’ve chosen to stay buried in your crisp linen sheets for an age, burrowing himself deep in your pillows and his misery, replaying the moment of loss over and over again as he had been for the past hour. The only thing that had compelled him to move was the way you had smiled at him, coaxing him.
                Now he was slumped in the passenger side of his own car while you adjusted all the seats and mirrors. His first small, cracking smile of the night comes, watching you making little scooting motions as you fix the seat forward. It dissipates quickly when he remembers the sound of the whistle being blown, just a few hours earlier—the wave of the flag that gave the winning point to the opposing team. The look on his coaches face, the rest of the team—
 He’s jolted in his seat and out of his memories when you break suddenly, backing out of the parking space.
“Ooh, those are sensitive breaks.” You shoot him an apologetic smile. “Ready?”
Ready? He wasn’t ready for anything. Hadn’t felt ready for the game. Hadn’t been ready to face the team in the locker room afterwards. The only thing he had wanted after that loss, the only thing he felt ready for, was…
Atsumu looks at you. “Sure, sweetheart. Take me away.” He’s aware of how weary he sounds, but your smile flashes at the pet name. He’s been slowly trying them out on you, since the two of you had started dating and he wins a grin from you every time. You pull out of the parkade and down onto the street, merging into the main road.
                “Where’re we goin’?” he asks eventually. He sees your small smile.
                “To be honest? I have no idea.” You flash him an amused look.
“You have no idea?”
“Nope,” you reply, popping the p. “But when I first got my license, I used to love driving around all over the city. Early morning, late night. Any time it was quiet. Feels like I can think and run away from thinking at the same time,” you laugh a little. A pause, wistful. “Feels like anything can change.”
                Atsumu casts his eyes from you to the road ahead. This late at night it’s less busy, and the two of you keep hitting greens. There’s some nightlife starting to appear, but inside his car, with you, it’s like a vacuum of quiet and peace. After a beat of silence he leans and starts fiddling with the radio until it lands on something familiar. You hum.
                “I like this song.”                 “Me too,” he says, and that earns him another one of your looks and grins. Something inside of him softens every time, replacing a small piece of the ache he had been feeling all night. “This is nice,” he admits, after another couple blocks of silence.
                “Worth me dragging you out of bed?” you ask, pleased.
                He winces at that, though you don’t see it. “Yeah,” he breathes. He thinks, against his better judgement, of how much his teammates had tried to cheer him up after, despite their own disappointments. He hadn’t wanted to hear any of it, just wanted to feel sorry for himself for missing that last ball. You’re doing the same now, trying to cheer him up. He can tell you’re trying hard, unsure of what to say. Afraid you might say something to make it worse. His guilt, already sharp inside of him, doubles over. He closes his eyes. Swallows.
“‘M sorry,” he says, finally.
                “Why are you sorry?” He can hear real confusion in your voice. Atsumu rubs at his eyes.
                “For makin’ you do this. For bein’ in a bad mood tonight.”
                “What?” The word is so incredulous he’s forced to look at you. “Are you kidding me?”
                Atsumu curses the fact that his mouth trembles. “No, I, uh.” He clamps his mouth shut before his voice can break. Damn it all, he really didn’t want to cry in front of you. You’re alternating between staring at him in disbelief and trying not to crash the car. “Just—it was bad for me tonight and I know it’s not easy for you to—”
You’re shaking your head before he can even finish his sentence. “Atsumu, baby, no.” You’re aghast. “What? What’s making you say this? I want to comfort you. I want to be here for you. Of course I do, that’s not even a question, is it?” At his silence, you prod again. “Is it?”
                The thing is, it is, and the realization of it seems to be hitting the both of you at the same time.Atsumu has lived his life feeling difficult. He knows he’s been difficult. He knows he’s a mess when he fucks up a game. He knows he gets jealous easily (though he tries his best not to show it), and he’s irrational sometimes. He had first asked you out half as an irrationality, half as a joke, not believing you would actually accept him. He remembers the way you had looked at him then, with a laugh and then a patient smile that saw straight through all his veneers.
                But hadn’t it all been a matter of time? Until he lost a game like this, and spiralled like he did, and you decided he was too much? The sound, again, of that referee whistle, a ball thumping just out of reach.
                “Shit, this is not going how I thought it would,” you say, dragging him from his dark thoughts just as you had dragged him from sinking into your bed. He blinks at you.
                “What do y’mean?”
                Your expression is wry. “This is supposed to be making you feel better, not worse.”                 “I’m sorry, I—”
                “Atsumu,” you’re laughing his name without mirth. It’s regretful. “No, you don’t have to apologize to me. And this isn’t about comforting me right now.” You’re saying all of this with your eyes trained on the black asphalt ahead. “I only meant…” you let out a breath. “I only mean that you don’t ever have to worry about me being here for you. Of course I’m going to be here for you. It’s—It’s all I want.” You swallow, looking nervous suddenly, fidgety in your seat. Atsumu is frozen still.
Yes, Atsumu has lived his life feeling difficult. But now you’re sitting with him on the driver’s side of his car, upset that he’s upset and trying not to show it. There’s a song that he loves playing, and you’re driving him nowhere and he understand, suddenly, that you’d drive him around all night if that’s what it took to make him feel better. He realizes that you’re doing this all for him. And that nerve of being the difficult twin, the difficult player, the difficult partner is exposed in front of you, and it doesn’t matter—it doesn’t matter.
                No one has ever taken care of him like this. Atsumu feels like a little boy again, completely out of his depth, being shaken by something that feels impossibly larger than him. He’s seeing you so clearly right now, in your t-shirt and baggy jeans, and nothing has ever looked so beautiful to him in his life. He’s almost overwhelmed with the need to tell you this. He touches your arm.
                “Sorry,” you murmur. “That came out more dramatic than I wanted it to.” You’re trying to be light with him again, trying to comfort him.
                “Hey,” he murmurs. His throat feels thick, his words come out sticking. “No. Thanks.” And then, aware of how terribly inadequate those words are, he tries again. “Really. I mean it. This is everythin’.”
                You shoot him a smile that he sees is relieved. “I’m glad. I was worried I was messing this up.”
                His brows crease. “You’re not messin’ anythin’ up.” He’s the one messing things up.
                You’re immediately embarrassed. “No, no. I didn’t mean it like that. I just,” you let out a flustered little laugh that pierces him. “I guess I just realized that I don’t know how to make you feel better when you get down like this. You always know what to say to me, and I didn’t know what to say to you, and…yeah…” you trail off when you glance at him and see his expression.
                Atsumu’s confusion momentarily blocks out his self-pity. “Sure y’do.”
                “Well I know them now. But only after a very illuminating text thread with your brother.” You give him a quick look. “Is that weird?”
                An unfamiliar emotion has a chokehold on your boyfriend. He feels like he can barely get the words out. “You talked with ‘Samu?”
                Another nervous laugh. “Yeah.” You sigh at the traffic and lean back, turning your head to look at him. “What?”
                Atsumu can’t stop staring at you.  “Nothin’,” he manages. Something chaotic and strange is happening in his chest. There are little pieces of you inside of him, coming together, spinning to centre, snapping into place so that he can see the clear picture of his feelings. You’re looking at him curious and bashful and he is wordless. Of course. Of course. There is still the loss in him, of course, but something else now, too. Something that feels more important, sharper, keener. For a flash of a moment, he panics at the recognition of it, but then he looks at you again and knows this isn’t something he can turn away from.
                The funny thing is, everyone had thought Atsumu would be the one to break your heart. He had always been irritated in the moment, but in hindsight now, Atsumu could almost laugh at the hilarity of it. You’re holding him beating in your hands. He’s the only one at risk of a broken heart here.
                “Hey,” he starts, the word slipping out of him without even meaning to. But he can’t finish. He is perilously aware that he is standing on the ledge of a moment, and if he takes the next step out there is no going back. This moment used to terrify him in relationships, and he used to run away from it. He’s terrified now, but it’s a new sort of terror.  
                “Can we—can we pull over?” He asks.
                You spare him a worried look. “Everything okay?”
                “Please,” he says. Giving him another look, you nod. You wait for an opening, merge, and then turn into a quiet, dead-end street.
Break, park, engine off. The second the key is turned Atsumu is pulling you into his arms. He’s aware of how tight he’s holding you, your little breath and laugh as he feels your fingers stroking against his back in comfort. His whole body is trembling, practically bursting with the need to put his feelings to words.
                He presses his mouth against the side of your head, and murmurs the words into your hair.
                You tilt your head. “Hm?” You try pulling back slightly to hear him better, but Atsumu’s not letting you. He can’t let you go. “Atsumu—what?” You’re laughing softly again, trying to detangle yourself from him. He only squeezes you closer.
                “You were the only person I wanted to see after we lost,” he says, which were not the words he had murmured, but from the way you’re pulling back and looking at him, he sees that you understand.
                “Atsumu, I—”
                “Wait. That’s not what I said. I said I—fuck—I think I love you.” Then he shakes his head. This is not another thing he’s messing up tonight. “No, no, I know it. I know. I’m in love with you.”
                You tense with revelation in his arms, heart in your throat. “Atsumu,” you try again, but he hushes you with an urgent kiss, open-mouthed and needing. He’s never needed something so badly than to kiss you in that moment. “‘Tsumu—”                 “Wait, wait,” he says, breaking apart from you, breathing hard. “I just gotta say this first.” You’re staring at him with wide, wet eyes. “I just gotta say that—listen, I always wanna be there to comfort you too, ‘kay? And I, I love you, and thank you, thank you for seein’ me and still bein’ with me and—” He tried to swallow the lump in his throat, but it won’t go down.
                “Please, can I say it back now?” You’re almost laughing the words, or shaking with them. You reach up with unsteady hands to hold his face. Atsumu is mouth-parted and heart-thundering. He nods, wordlessly. “Oh my god, Atsumu, I love you too. I love you too.”
                He’s meeting your words with his mouth again, hungry to catch them on his lips. This kiss feels as endless as a long stretch of road, as endless as a night drive. When the two of you finally pull away from each other, you’re both breathless and grinning. He’s still trying to lean into you for small kisses, but eventually you have to turn away, laughing.
                Your hands return to the steering wheel hesitantly. Atsumu adjusts his seatbelt. He’s looking at you, heart and hope in eyes. “And for the record,” he says, voice rough, “y’know exactly how to make me feel better.”                 Your mouth wobbles. “Should I, uh, do you want me to keep driving, then?” you ask. Atsumu watches you turn the key in the ignition. He has an image in his mind, suddenly, not of his loss, not of his disappointment, but of sitting in this car with you when dawn breaks.  
                “Yeah,” he says, and places his hand on top of your for just a moment. “I could go all night.”
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chaepink · 5 months
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can u make headcannons on sub!yan’s tendencies in the relationship?
also can i be 🉑 or 🌝 anon?
dating sub!yandere boys hcs ♡
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sub!yandere boys when they date you.
wc: 1.1k+ words | masterlist
dom!fem!reader, unhealthy relationship, mention of killing/murder, both sfw and nsfw!, mention of feminization, bondage
note: yes you can be 🌝 anon!
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— your yandere would be possessive of you, even more compared to when you two were just friends
— well, you thought you two were just friends. he already assumed you two were together sometime earlier during his friendship with you
— he would do anything for you in order to make sure you're happy and safe
— a friend of yours is getting too touchy with you? well the next day that friend is ignoring you and when you confront them, they look at you scared and quickly scurry away from you. did your yandere do something to them? surely not
— a weird guy keeps following you around your neighborhood? well a couple of days later you see on the news that his body has been found near a river and weirdly enough, you havent seen your yandere on the days before the guy's death
— you complain to your yandere about how a teacher gave you a bad grade on something you worked so hard on? suddenly your grade changes to a A and that same exact teacher suddenly resigns from the school
— he'll try his best to know where you are most of the time and try to follow you back home to make sure you're safe (though its really obvious, you don't acknowledge him so he thinks he's actually doing something)
— but no matter how scary and possessive they are of you, they just want to be good for you, really
— its almost as if they're a puppy for you, always there for your beck and call
— give them a simple command and they'll do it immediately, no questions asked
— ask them to buy you a snack from the nearest store? he'll return back with a bagful of others that he thought you would like
— they're super clingy and always want to be near you
— somehow they manage to have the same exact classes that you have and at the same time. maybe you guys are just lucky? little do you know that your yandere hacked into the principal's computer to change his schedule to fit with yours
— if you're sick, they would immediately fetch you some medicine and make so many bowls of your favorite soup that you're not sure you could finish them all
— they would be so sad when you're sick cause that means they can't be as close as they usually are with you :(
— in bed, nothing changes at all. rather, he becomes even more infatuated with you
— they're still so good and obedient for you, always following your commands. its cute
— like what i said with him doing it with no hesitation, your yandere is eager to do what you say
— tell him to get on his knees? say less as he's already doing so, staring up at you with such innocent eyes
— tell him to open his mouth for you to stick your fingers inside? he opens wide and sticks out his tongue in such a sinful manner, hazy eyes absolutely begging you to make him choke on your fingers as drool drips down his chin
— order him to suck your strap and get it all wet? he's quick to get in between your legs and get his hands on the fake dick, his mouth going straight to bobbing it up and down and gagging as it hits the back of his throat. he'll try to subtly grind his hard on against your foot without you noticing but you do anyways but he's being a good boy so you allow it
— and oh my god is he so shameless in public
— no hesitation in telling you what he wants you to do to him when there are people around
— you'll be at brunch with some of your friends and suddenly you'll feel a hot breath on your ear, such sinful words coming soon after
"im wearing lingerie under my clothes, your favorite set too. wouldn't you like to just ruin me right here and now? make me cry and look so pretty while you show everyone im yours?"
— safe to say that you immediately dragged him to the family bathroom and fingered him until he was gripping onto you for dear life, begging and crying out for you to stop and take pity on him (he's lying about wanting you to stop)
— when you're out with errands or just at work, he'll take such sinful pictures of himself to send to you randomly
— the pictures would include his legs spread out, a obvious bulge in his underwear, and something adorning his body whether its lingerie, a maid outfit, or rope that's tied so tightly on him
— if he's feeling like teasing you even more, he'll send whimpering audios that beg you to come home and fuck him and if you listen close enough, you'll hear some wet noises that let you know that he's masturbating
"f-fuck, [name] come back s-soon, please? i-i miss you so much! i- ah! i-im wearing your favorite outfit right now! i'll be a g-good ngh boy waiting for you ♡"
— itll end up with you rushing home after you're finished to fuck him dumb in that outfit, making it stained with his tears and cum
— he knows you can't really get him pregnant but your yandere just loves those straps with cum in them that you can just shoot inside him whenever you're fucking him fast and rough
— that'll make his eyes roll back and head throw backwards as he lets out such a loud mewl at the feeling of your fake cum filling him up
— and afterwards he'll tease you by using his fingers to push the cum thats gushing out of his hole back in before licking his fingers
— although your yandere is a good boy for you most of the time, theres times where he's a brat
— he'll talk back to you whenever you command him to do something or cum without permission
— but just some long edging or overstimulation will break him and turn him into a sobbing mess
— tying his hands to the headboard and keeping his legs spread apart whilst a vibrator is inside him on the highest setting is his favorite punishment
— your yandere thinks you don't know that since you do it all the time but you actually do know it, you just love the way his face is stained with his drool and tears while his chest and the sheets underneath him is covered in his cum afterwards
— such a slut but we love him for it
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ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink
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why does your best friend's older brother have to be so hot?? :(((
☆ suna rintarou x fem!reader (pt.1) ☆
cw: smuut! p in v, v fingering, fluffy, lowk sweet, implied virgin reader, unprotected sex.
pt. 2 pt.3 pt.4
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you sigh at the empty water bottle on the nightstand. you look over at your best friend, ami. she was fast asleep. you smiled, glad you were able to visit her on your break from university. you were grateful her parents let you stay over while they were out of the country for some sort of work meeting.
back to the important matter, your thirst. you slowly get up, trying not to wake your dark haired bestfriend. grabbing the tin water bottle and tiptoeing downstairs, making sure to close the door to her bedroom quietly on the way out.
you walk through the familiar halls of the house you’ve known since you were young. all the lights were off except the kitchen light.
walking in, you notice your bestfriend’s hot ass older brother, rintarou, leaning against the kitchen island on his phone. he was wearing his usual loose sweatpants, and a tight fitting t-shirt from your old highschool. it used to be loose on him, it was clear he’s been working out more and gained more muscle. his head perks up, he pauses whatever he was watching and speaks.
“hey, didn’t think anyone was still awake.” his voice is low and a little hushed.
you don’t notice the way his eyes go to your attire, small little sleep shorts and a tank top.
you notice he’s heating something up in the microwave as you reach the fridge, unscrewing the cap to your water bottle to refill it. you watch as the bottle slowly fills, talking to him.
“ami fell asleep and i was thirsty. she always passes out so fast” you softly chuckle. she was always the first to fall asleep at sleepovers, even in your childhood. girl was a deep sleeper.
“mmm” he simply hums, returning back to looking at his phone.
you turn back to face him, taking a refreshing sip of water.
“whatcha watchin?” you lean on your elbows against the counter, peering over at him.
your relationship with suna rintarou was…. friendly to say the least. he was only a year older than you and ami, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a (fat) crush on him since middle school.
you remembered the exact moment your crush on him had started. you and ami were twelve and rintarou was thirteen. you were at the suna’s family beach house for summer break.
you and ami relaxed in the sun, reading your assigned reading books together and laughing over how dumb you guys thought the plot was.
“seriously, this guy is so lame. he just mopes around and smokes cigarettes all day. dude’s gonna have lung problems” ami rolled her eyes at a certain line of the book.
you giggled and opened your mouth to say something to agree. until a volleyball came flying at you full speed. your eyes widened and you just froze. you two were aware rintarou and some of his friends were playing a game of beach volleyball a few feet away.
you flinched and put your arms up quickly in defense, but never felt impact. you look up to see a teenage rintarou who dived to grab the ball before it hit you.
“you good?” he called your name to get your attention. you just nodded, hiding the flushed state of you face with your book. he made a comment on how he read it in english class last year and if you needed any help on the work, he had your back.
“go away, rin. she doesn’t need your c- average help” his sister retorted as he walked back to his friends. he turned his head to give a small chuckle. you never forgot his smile since then.
back in the present, he takes his eyes off his video for a moment to look back at you.
“my game replays. hey, come watch this and tell me if you think furuhashi fucked us over with this serve” he did a ‘come here’ motion. you were at his side within a moment.
you peered at the phone screen over his shoulder. his phone looked so small compared to his large hands. he replayed the video for you to watch. you focused on the teamate he pointed to and it looked like he did a purposefully bad set, aiming right at the opponents head.
“ouch. seemed like he had personal beef with number eight….” your face scrunched in the way the opponent immediently fell to the floor from such a powerful blow.
“yeah, dude let his emotions get the best of him and got the rest of us in trouble with the ref for it” he shuts his phone off, sighing.
“you have another game next week, right? ami wanted me to go check you guys out.” you grab your bottle from the counter.
taking another sip of water, a small droplet spills past your mouth, down your neck, and disapears into the curve of your breasts. you notice the way his eyes follow the bead of water.
his eyes meet yours. and before he can open his mouth, the microwave beeps loudly. he quickly gets up to take the food out with a quick curse, hoping the obnoxious beeping didn’t wake anyone up.
he takes the steaming plate out of the appliance. you notice he heated up some cold pizza you guys ordered earlier in the night.
your eyes go back to his broad shoulders and arms, down to his large veiny hands. he’d matured a lot more since you’d seen him last.
you caught yourself staring, starting to feel a little awkward. you suddenly start to get a little hot, despite what little clothes you wore. you step away to leave the kitchen. your thoughts ran rampet of his hands. you pictured them touching your hair, your arms, your-
“where are you going?” his eyes are only on you now, his arms leaning against the counter to look at you.
“i- um should probably get back to ami” you gulp.
“why? isn’t she asleep? come hangout with your real favorite suna” he smirks, taking a peice of the hot pizza into his mouth.
you roll your eyes and fake scoff.
“don’t let your sister hear you say that, she might believe it” you cross your arms, eyeing him.
he swallowed, wiping his mouth with a napkin and smiling.
“i mean, it’s the truth. isn’t it?” god he was so cocky today. but you loved it.
“and what makes you think that, rin?” you played along. you step a little closer, this time you lean your elbows on the counter facing him. accidentally giving him a front row view of your cleavage through your thin top.
you see the way his eyes drop to your tits. oh you had him.
“cause, you think i’m cuter” his eyes flicker back to your own. he shrugs casually, a smug smirk on his face. his food now forgotten in his mind. only thing he wanted now was you.
“sure, whatever you want to think.” you sarcastically remark back.
he laughs, circling the kitchen island so now you had nothing between you except about a foot of space.
“oh i don’t have to think it, pretty. i know it” shit, he was getting closer and your heart was only beating faster.
“you’re delusional, rintarou.” you aren’t laughing anymore, smile fading to a more serious demeanor. you were nervous and he could tell.
he smiles, running a calloused finger down your arm. it left a trail of fire down your skin and your breath hitched.
“is that why you’re always staring at me. you think i don’t notice?” his voice is lower now, quieter.
fuck. he knew.
“as if you don’t oogle at me whenever i’m in a swimsuit.” you refuse to look away from his gaze.
he lets out a small chuckle. it was hypnotizing.
“i ‘oogle’ you no matter what you wear” he admits, almost proudly.
you eyes widen for a moment. you try your best to hold it together. his hand played with the ends of your hair. you two had never stood this close before.
you felt the flimsy fabric of your panties start to dampen.
“what’s got you all quiet?” his hand moves from your soft locks to hold your chin, forcing you to look right at him.
“screw you, rin” you retort, flustered. he snorts.
“you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” his face only got closer to yours.
you guys were so close, you had forgotten you weren’t the only two in the house.
“in your dreams-“ you start.
“knock that shit off. admit you want this as bad as i do” he says your name. your faces were now inches apart. his eyebrows furrowed and he just looked so attractive. he was studying your expressions, his eyes never leaving your face.
“rin i-“ you start again. this time his lips hover over yours, ghosting over your own.
“tell me to stop and i’ll go back up to my room and we will never speak of this again.” his hand moves to cup your cheek, his forhead resting on your, giving you a chance to pull away.
but you didn’t want to pull away and he didn’t either.
finally, after what seemed like years of tension, you snapped. going up on your tipy toes to crash your lips on his.
his hands immediately draw to your waist, holding you as close as possible while your hands wrap in his soft dark brown locks.
years of unresolved feelings and tension all poured into one heated kiss.
his hands gripping your waist moves down to your hips, he turns you so your rear is against the counter. how convinient his hips are the perfect height for the kitchen island.
you let out a soft gasp as he bites your bottom lip, he smirks and gently prods his tounge into your mouth, seeking permission first. you lean your head back to let him kiss you deeper.
he was fully addicted to your lips.
he pats your hip and you take it as a sign to hop on the marble counter, he helps you jump up. he slots himself inbetween your thighs, your lips never pulling apart.
“fuck. i can’t believe i haven’t tasted you sooner” he says in between kisses. you giggle at the way he refuses to pull apart from you.
he just grips your waist tighter, his cold hands slipping under the fabric of your tank top. you gasp as he reaches for your bare tits, lifting the fabric to rest above your breasts. you never wore a bra around him. and of course he always noticed.
he gave your perky tits a firm squeeze, you mewl into his mouth as he gently pinches your hardened nipples. his cold fingers adding an extra chill.
rintarou’s hips press gently into yours. you could feel his erection through his pants. you grip his hair tighter at the feeling of his clothed member rubbing against your clothed clit.
you unlatch a hand from his hair and bring it straight to his hardness. he hisses as you rub him through the pants. he could feel a small wet patch forming in his boxers.
“shit, take these off” he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of your sleep shorts, you lift you hips for him to shimmy them down your legs, you didn’t even notice where he put them. you didn’t really care.
you were left in your little lace panties. he gave a lopsided smile at how prepared you were. it was like you knew he was gonna fuck you tonight. or maybe you wore these all the time around him, just waiting.
“this wet already?” he sucks in a breath, running a finger over the growing wet patch on your panties. you just nod and focus your gaze on his long fingers. you wanted them so bad.
“rin, please” you grab at his hand that was teasingly brushing over your clothed clit.
“stop teasing” you pout at him. he looks up at you and gives you another kiss.
“you’re too cute not to tease.” he pulls away and pulls your underwear to the side, spreading your legs more. he curses at the sight of your glistening pussy, knowing it was all for him.
he runs a long finger down your folds, causing your grip on his wrist to tighten.
“so worked up, aren’t you? no one ever touch you like this before?” he asks, continuing his motions up and down.
“n-no rin, just you.” you breathily admit, a bit emberassed. it was the truth though, he was the only one you really wanted over the years.
he lets out another curse at the thought of being the first guy to touch you in this way. he was straining against his boxers, his loose sweatpants suddenly feeling so tight on his hips.
“tell me if it hurts and i’ll stop, okay?” he looks you in the eye, serious. you just nod.
“wanna hear you say it, baby” he pulls his hand away from your cunt.
“yes rin, i swear” you assure, shimmying to the edge of the counter to be closer to him.
he smiles, giving you a peck on the forehead before prodding his middle finger into your tight hole, spreading your wetness to make sure you were ready.
he slowly enters you and you grip onto his shoulders for dear life. he gives a few slow experimental pumps of his finger before you were asking for more.
“this ok?” he whispers in you ear, kissing your neck.
“god yes. more please” you plead in a quiet tone, trying your best to keep silent.
he chuckles and adds his ring finger. just two was enough to stretch you out. it was a delicious pain of his large digits splitting you open. you couldn’t even imagine how good his cock would feel.
you bite your knuckles to muffle the sounds of pleasure you were making. but nothing could cover the wet noises coming from him finger fucking your pussy.
his wrist started to ache, but it was worth it to see the way you were taking it so well. he curled his fingers, doing a ‘come here’ motion inside of you. you let out a muffled curse as your legs started to shake.
he kept pumping and curling his fingers over and over. his long thick fingers reached places your little hands just couldn’t.
“i think i’m-“ you cut yourself off with a soft moan, still trying to be quiet.
he just kisses you through your orgasm, groaning into your own mouth. your pussy squeezes around his fingers and he swallows up all your noises. he imagines how you’d feel squeezing his cock like this, while his other hand groping your tit, pinching your nipple. you arch into him and pull away from his lips to breathe.
you pant and look at him, face completley flushed, he slowly removes his fingers. his hand was coated in your cum. he gives your chest a few small kisses, accidentally leaving faint marks on the skin. not an accident at all.
he was panting too. you looked at him, curiously. your eyes go down to his pants. there was an obvious wet stain in the front.
“did you….” your eyes go wide as he flushes with emberassment.
“m’sorry you were just so fucking hot i couldn’t-“ he starts, but you cut him off with your lips. you were immediately aroused again, but this time the only thing that could satisfy you was his cock.
you paw at his sweats, shaky fingers clumsily trying to untie the drawstring. he grips the back of your neck with one hand while the other helps take off his pants. he starts to stroke himself until he’s hard again, still recovering from blowing his load in his pants.
you swat his hand and give his cock long strokes. you finally get a good view of it. he wasn’t small by any means, but not obnoxiously large. it was a delicious size that made your mouth go dry. there was a certain blue vein that ran down from his tip, your finger running over it, making him hiss.
he noticed you staring and encourages you to continue, his thumbs rubbing your thighs in comfort.
you swipe your thumb over his slit making him shiver like a small dog. his tip was so sensitive. you move to try and hop off the counter to get on your knees, but he stopped you, gripping your hips.
“if you do that i won’t be able to last.” he pets your hip sensually. you pout.
“don’t give me that look. next time, i promise” he pecks your lips and your heart flutters. so there will be a next time.
his head rests on your shoulder as you continue to stroke up, switching from pumping it to teasing his tip. he stopped you once his hips started to sputter. he was like putty in your hands at this point.
“p-please” he says your name, panting.
“i need to be inside you. i need to feel you so bad, baby please” he begs, kissing your neck, leaving darker marks in his wake.
you whine at his words, using your legs to wrap around his hips, his cock sitting right above your needy cunt.
“fuck me already, rin” you give his cock a few more pumps before lining him up with your wanting hole.
he does as yous say, slowly pushing in, his mouth gaping wide and his head falls back once he’s fully inside of you.
now your head rests on his chest as you encourage him to move. he slowly pulls out then back in with a powerful thrust. you bite his shoulder to keep from screaming out. surley leaving a mark.
“ohmygod rin” you can’t help but chant out his name as his thrusts quicken. you were praying ami was still asleep or she would totally hear the sounds of his hips slapping into yours.
“shh. gotta be quiet, kay? don’t want your friend to hear you getting fucked by her big brother do you?” he clasped a hand over your mouth, you unconsciously squeezed him tighter. your eyes screwed shut tight.
“fuck. you’d probably like that wouldn’t you? want everyone to see how badly you want my dick?” he groans in a hushed tone, his thrusts getting deeper and deeper. he was loosing control.
he gripped onto your hips to stabilize his pace. you guys never broke eye contact as your mouth hung open silently, trying so hard to keep quiet. he smiles at how fucked out you already looked.
“rinnn” you whine.
“m’right here, pretty” he kisses you once again. one of your hands takes purchase in his (now) messy hair, the other one gripping onto his strong arm. you were sure you were clawing into him with your nails, but he didn’t seem to mind.
you were getting close already. he moaned into your mouth as you tightened around his cock. he fed you simple praises from his pretty mouth, encouraging you to cum.
your thighs tightened around his hips, wanting him to be even closer, if that was even possible.
“i got you, baby. let go” he whispers inbetween kisses.
he bites your lip as you cum on his cock, squeezing him in every possible way. you whine into his mouth, the kiss now turned so messy a bit of drool fell from your mouth.
he fucked you through your orgasm as you shake in his hold, he was holding back his own until you were satisfied. you started to mewl from the overstimulation of his veiny cock pounding into you.
he pulls out, pumping himself until he finishes on your thigh, letting out a hushed moan of your name from his lips, making you squeeze around nothing. both of you breathing heavily.
after you both cool down from your highs, he looks at you, full of admiration.
“you did amazing” he kisses your cheek.
once your mind fog clears, the realization hits you. you just fucked your childhood crush, your bestfriends brother. a part of you feels a little guilty, but the other part of you wants nothing more than to do it again.
he notices your hesitation, placing a gentle hand on your hair so soothe it down.
“hey, you okay?” he asks. you didn’t even notice when he had pulled his pants back up, or when he put your top back in place over your tits.
you give him a soft smile.
“i’m okay” you assure him.
“good” he smiles back, he grabs a nearby kitchen cloth and wipes off his spend from your thigh.
“gross, rin. people use that towel” you scold.
he just shrugs “i’ll throw it in the wash”
you both knew in your heads you couldn’t tell anyone about this.
it was your little secret.
suddenly, rintarou’s phone lights up from across the counter. he puts your panties back in place, grabbing your sleep shorts and putting your legs through them so you could put them back on. he snatches his phone for you both to see.
‘WEATHER WARNING: all schools in the area shut down for another two weeks’ the notification read.
your eyes widen. looks like you’d be staying at the suna’s house for a lot longer than you thought.
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the next morning
“ouch, looks like your girl maimed you” ami laughs over her waffles. you sit next to her, pouring the syrup over your own. rin almost chokes on his food and your head snaps up.
“what?” he says with a mouthful of bacon. ami points to the scratches on his arm and the literal bite mark on his shoulder. your eyes go wide. you made sure to wear a hoodie to cover your own marks.
“aww rin hooked up with a wolf!” you add, trying not to raise suspicion. he squints his eyes at you, swallowing his food.
at least he had the decency to wipe down the counter before we ate.
“something like that” you eye eachother before turning back to your breakfast.
this was gonna be a long stay.
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a/n: i kinda wanna make this a mini series lollll lmk of you’d like a pt.2 (this is highkey ooc but idc!!! its fanfiction!!!! i love my fake man fr)
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svnarin · 3 months
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⊹˚₊‧ jealous
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your boyfriend, suna rintarou, felt betrayed. 
suna rintarou swears to himself that he isn’t jealous—jealous of his little sister. still, he can’t avoid asking himself why you even came over to his family home if you were only going to stay with his little sister in her bedroom. 
he stood and leaned on the doorframe of his little sister’s bedroom, quietly eyeing the two of you as you brushed his little sister’s hair. he was just observing you when all of a sudden his little sister spoke.
“everything’s not about you, big brother.” 
the way his little sister said it sounded sassy, and the fact that it even came out of nowhere made you stifle a laugh as you tried to keep your composure while brushing his little sister’s hair. but rintarou, on the other hand, lost his. 
“what are you even saying?” rintarou asked.
“i can sense it..” his little sister hummed. “i can sense that you’re jealous of me. and you’re jealous because i have all your girlfriend’s attention right now,” she said with such confidence along with a sly smirk. 
“what–” rintarou stopped his words as he couldn’t say anything. i mean, he’s aware that he is jealous of his little sister right now because she has all your attention. but to admit it? right in front of you? he swore he would rather delete all of his social media accounts right now. 
you laughed, finding the situation cute and funny at the same time. ever since you became rintarou’s girlfriend, you also became like the big sister rintarou’s little sister never had, and this type of interaction has been a norm between the suna siblings. 
rintarou still couldn't say a thing, but the dead air was immediately prevented from happening when his little sister suddenly spoke in response.
“i don’t want you to join us right now because this was supposed to be girls only, but if you really want to have some of your girlfriend’s attention right now then we can prolly share. only under one condition though.”
“and what exactly is the condition?” rintarou asked.
“just treat us to some food from the miyas later.”
“fine, deal.”
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your boyfriend did end up joining the two of you, braiding your hair as you braid his little sister’s hair. but even though the two of you are now bonding, he can still feel some jealousy. he doesn’t want to share your attention with his little sister right now, he wants to have it all to himself.
“baby, i miss you. can we just ditch my sister here and cuddle in my bedroom instead?” rintarou whispered to you all of a sudden.
“big brother, shut up. i can literally hear you.”
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renardiererin · 1 year
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rintarou suna loves pussy. he's not ashamed of anything he does. in fact, he's more proud of it than any other feeling. for someone so possessive, he sure is an exhibitionist. he just loves touching his pretty girl in public when he knows no one else can see. he doesn't even care if people see, because even if they did they'd simply see the immense pleasure he causes you. sitting next to him at a restaurant? he'll lightly brush his fingers against your core, pressing a little deeper on your soft clit before taking his hand away entirely. the small action leaves your legs shaky and your pussy wetter than rain season, and he knows it. if he asks to lay on your stomach, expect that most of the time he'll start giving you soft, open-mouthed, breathy kisses down your stomach until he's pressing the hardest one on your pussy. he'll slowly lick a small stripe up your pretty panties, and watch the way your back arches at his touch even if it isn't your bare pussy. naturally, this leads to you tugging on his hair to pull him closer to where you need him most, and the discarding of your pretty outfit onto his bedroom floor. if he's feeling particularly mean, he'll lightly rub soft hearts, stars, and circles onto your throbbing clit as quickly as he can with the least pressure possible. fast and light. watching salty tears fall down your cheeks as he leads you to your first orgasm of the night with just the lightest touch of his fingertips. sometimes he'll circle your pretty hole with his tongue as softly and slowly as he can, just to get you crying out his name. this man is a sadist. he'll encourage you to sob as hard as you can, and scream at the top of your lungs as he watches your freshly done makeup stream down your face. squeezing your thighs as hard as he can until his fingertips have left a ring of bruises around your leg makes him feel a sense of pride for marking up his girl the way she likes. the way you throw your head back and can't control or suppress the sounds that want to come out is the only encouragement he needs to bruise up his pretty girl while he torments her pretty pussy into overstimulation. he'll have you seeing stars within minutes. he'll whimper into your core as you yank his hair, he'll moan at the flavor you've left in his mouth. he might be a quiet boy in school and in public, but he's far from quiet when he has you like that. he'll be the loudest boy in the world if it lets his sweet girl know how good she's doing for him. praise after praise after praise falls from his slick-covered lips, as he dives deeper and deeper into your needy little pussy. don't get him wrong, he adores having you laying on your back with your trembling thighs around his neck like heaven's secret noose, hands in his hair pulling until your knuckles are white and crescent moon shaped nail marks have dug into your hands from your own grip, but sometimes when he just wants a change of view he'll lay down and sit you pretty on his face so he can watch your boobs bounce at every thrust of his tongue. he'll wrap his arms around your thighs and hold you down to his face as tightly as he can so you can't lift your hips away when you're overstimulated. if it was truly that bad, you'd say the safeword. he'll start with you hovering above his face every. single. time. he has you in this position. he'll watch your thighs shake as you struggle to keep yourself supported, rubbing shapes onto your clit and licking slowly up your thighs. he'll even reach up to play with your breasts while he leaves bite marks and hickeys scattered up and down your thighs. he'll wait until you've had at least five orgasms from his slight touches, when your cum is dripping down your thighs and his jaw, and then he'll consider slowly circling your sweet hole with his tongue. but once you beg enough, he'll be tonguefucking up into your tight pussy so hard you can barely breathe. rintarou suna loves his pretty girl's pussy.
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kairismess · 3 months
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Omg I just saw a tiktok and it was the cutest thing ever! Okay so this girl goes up to her fiancé after his game (the like meet n greet or whatever) and acts like his fangirl! Could I get something like that for Atsumu please? (You don’t have to but thank you if you do <33333)
well hello, pretty stranger.
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after atsumu signed yet another one of his fan's merchandise of him, he took in a deep breath and tried to brace himself for another round of smiling nonstop and acting all charming, like how his fans think of him as. it does get suffocating after a while of this, all he can imagine of to keep himself sane and from teetering at his wits' end is by dreaming of coming home in a few hours, laying down on your lap, and being treated to a night long full of loving between you two.
as he's stuck day dreaming about you, the next person in line comes up; with her excusing herself to him to catch his attention as he sat there, in a bit of a daze, imaging how soft your lap would be and how much he just wants to get this over with already so he can smother you with his affection.
he soon snaps out of his gaze when she waves her hand in front of his face a little, catching his attention. he quite literally snaps out of it, his back jolting in surprise as he gains sobriety once more and realizes just where he is and what he was doing before dreaming of you and your embrace. he chuckles and rubs the back of his head, an embarrassed smile on his face as he apologizes for not noticing her earlier.
he doesn't look at her face yet, but he politely takes the jersey she handed to him to sign, but for some reason, the feel of the jersey was... familiar. the smile fades from his lips as he looks over the clothing she handed him, seeing the number on the jersey was the same as his, but on the back, the words, "mrs. miya" were printed on them. it was then that atsumu realized... you came to his signing, you came to his meet and greet today.
all his wishes came true much earlier than he thought, and when atsumu looked up, his suspicions were confirmed. "um... are you okay, mr. miya?" you ask him with a shy, yet awfully knowing, smile; making atsumu do a double take and pause for a minute to collect his thoughts. he nodded and gave you a beaming smile. "yep! ...never been better." he muttered as he signed your jersey, taking all his time to let this moment with the woman he'd spend the rest of his life with in a few months linger for just a split second longer.
when you thank him and take the jersey back from him, he sneakily wraps his calloused hands around your wrist, gently pulling you close to him as he whispers in your ear, "thanks for saving my ass and sanity, babe. i love ya." and when he relinquished his grip on your wrists, leaving you flustered and unable to return his 'i love you', he looked to you from the side as you were about to leave and wait for him somewhere in the building, sending you a genuine smile of gratitude, and a wink your way. he couldn't wait to officially make you his mrs. miya in the future... you gave him enough energy and excitement to last 50 more of these meet and greets for one whole sitting!
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epilary · 3 days
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museum date w/ tsukishima | headcanons
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    “so there’s such a thing as paleobotany?” you hook your arm through tsukishima’s, walking past the large skeletons. 
  “wow i need to show you jurassic park… i mean it’s by no means accurate to paleontology research, but one of the main characters does paleobotany,” tsukishima takes his free hand and pushes his glasses up some, standing still to look at the large tyrannosaurus rex skeleton.
  you stop with him, crossing your legs as you stand there, “wow, mark watney would love that.”
  he looks down at you, rolling his eyes at your blatant martian reference. frankly, he never would’ve known that if it weren’t for your obsession with showing him every one of your favorite movies. but what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t know every character’s names and social security numbers. 
  and what kind of girlfriend would you be if you didn’t follow him through a museum of bones and hides. especially when you get the chance to catch a glimpse of wonder in his eyes. to watch as he explains the study of palynology and the impact it has on paleontology studies. the intertwining of pollen and animals that interests him so much bring such a glow to his eyes that you can’t look away from. 
  “you’re right, mark watney would love that,” tsukishima looks back at you, gaze meeting yours. 
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astarsol · 10 months
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ch. 0 - no surprises whatsoever
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    “hello?” your voice is quiet, your mind racing at all the things your manager has to say. 
  "y/n, i love seeing the banter between you and akaashi, i do. but i would prefer to see results from the two of you… actually, i’d like to see you in office tomorrow. we can discuss the end of your novel, " she remarks, a slight crackling carrying through the phone.
  you sit back in your seat, your eyes closing for a second. a sigh slips past your lips and you shrug, "it's not exactly banter, more like the man won't give me a break. he’s either constantly bothering me or won’t reply to any of my messages. he’s impossible to understand!”
  a laugh bubbles over the line. your manager somehow brings everything to a calm despite the lingering headache of thinking of the next chapter that she loves to bring up. "that's why i think this meeting will work well. i’ll invite him too and you can think of it as a team building exercise," she exclaims.
  "alright, i'll be there tomorrow, just let me know when. and, please, just no surprises coming from you," you lay your feet on a nearby table, leaning your head back onto the chair. 
  "no surprises whatsoever, my favorite writer!"
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synopsis: you’re struggling to write a new book for your publishers. especially since it’s a romance novel, and you’re short on romance. what’s even worse is that your editor is terrible at communicating. so your boss sends the two of you on a ‘vacation’ of sorts. get the two of you to work out your differences and get you writing. what’ll happen to the two of you and how will your friends react through the short bursts of information you give them?
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chaepink · 4 months
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on the naughty list! ♡
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bratty boys being on your naughtly list for christmas. <3
obviously they play dumb, acting all confused when you tell them that theyve been naughty lately and saying that they should be punished for it. they even wore your favorite red lingerie set for you to surprise you, of course he's not a brat. but you don't fall for it or take any of his bullshit.
so when you sit down on a nearby chair, patting your thigh to tell them to lay there, he can't help but be excited on what you're going to do. so when he lays down on your thigh, his stomach on your legs, he can't help but let out a gasp at the feeling of your hand going down on his ass, the loud smack ringing in his ears.
immediately he lets out a whine, his ass stinging. soon after only a few more slaps to his ass, his dick is embarrassingly hard against your thighs. the similar position and the mention of him being on the naughty list reminds him of past memories of him sitting on santa's lap as a child which only adds to his embarrassment at the now lewd situation happening at the moment.
"you've been naughty lately, haven't you baby?" smack "and you know what naughty boys get?"
he turns his head aorund slightly to look at you with teary eyes and a flushed face.
"ngh t-they get p-punished."
how about you teach him a lesson? maybe next time he'll end up on the nice list with him on his knees staring up at you with pleading, puppy eyes
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ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink
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xfgpng · 1 year
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𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 —
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— : [ nsfw ] infidelity, fluff, fingering, cunnilingus, size kink, unprotected sex, pet names, mutual pining (not really angsty) + breeding kink
— : wc : 674
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it was so wrong the way he made you feel. your body had tingles all over, goosebumps rising along the inside of your thighs and your arms. you couldn’t even bring yourself to feel guilty because he was willing and ready to make you feel good.
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better than he could ever make you feel. you were certain your boyfriend, his best friend, didn’t even care about you during sex. he seemed more interested in getting his dick wet before he’d pass out and then get up to play his games.
“you always smell so good baby” bokuto groans, kissing your clit before sucking on it. he always did this when he was between your legs, ready to give you anything and everything you asked for.
“hurry” you pout, feeling frustrated from not being able to see him all week. you needed him so badly but he always loved to appreciate every part of your body.
“i know baby, let me have this yeah?” he grins, licking his lips as his eyes roam your bare body. he loved how beautiful you looked laid out on his sheets. “god, your body is so beautiful”
you try to cover your face, feeling overwhelmed but he grabs your wrist.
“don’t hide baby, let me see your pretty face” bokuto smiles, “don’t you wanna see me when i fuck you?”
he doesn’t give you a moment to respond, ring and middle finger slipping inside you easily. your body feels on fire, legs shaking from the intensity of his rhythm. he moves his fingers fast, enjoying how fast you’re approaching your high.
he loves watching you. you take it so well every time and he never feels bad about wanting you in anyway he can have you.
he leans down to kiss your pussy again, tongue flat against your slit as he eats you out. he loves the taste of your pussy.
he takes your hand and places it in his hair, silently encouraging you to grip. you pull a little harder than he anticipated but he moans, sucking onto your clit once more as you ride his face.
“that’s it baby, cum on my tongue” he groans, his tongue joining his fingers.
you moan was louder, legs shaking and threatening to close around his head if it wasn’t for his broad shoulders. he was just so big and it always turned you on to see how easily he could manhandle you.
he grins, lips and chin shining with your cum and you pout, once again trying to hide your face behind your hands.
“ready sweet thing?” he spreads your legs and he rubs his cock through your folds. he was so big and veiny, always stretching you out to your limit and you loved it. you could feel him in your stomach for days.
“no condom” you say when he goes to get one, “please, need to feel you”
he could cum right there. he knows you’ve never let your boyfriend fuck you raw and he’d complain about it to their friend group. bokuto didn’t like the way he disrespected you and it’s why he was ready to please you whenever you wanted.
the first thrust is always slow and gentle. saying he was big was an understatement and he would never hurt you in a way you didn’t like or ask for. your pussy felt so soft and velvety, so wet from how turned on you were and it took everything in him not to cum just from bottoming out.
“fuck ko” you moan, high and needy and he snaps, gripping your waist hard enough to hurt as he picks up a steady and fast pace. he knows you like when he’s gentle but your favourite was always like this. when he fucked you like he didn’t care for you.
like you were nothing but a toy, little cock slut who would happily open up her legs for him even when you had a stupid boyfriend.
“gonna breed you” he bites your jaw, “you’ll feel me for days”
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nykie-love-anime · 7 months
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Netflix Account
Kenma: I got Netflix you like you asked Y/N: Oh that's cool Y/N: - grinning looking at her boyfriend - Y/N: I have been mooching of Kuroo's account for so long Kenma: Wait, what do you mean account? Y/N: Yeah his Netflix account Kenma: - staying quiet not knowing what to say - Y/N: You know like his profile. I wanted one of my own because they are like $10 a month Kenma: - again staying quiet - Kenma: Oh... you wanted an account Y/N: Yeah, what did you think I meant? Kenma: Wellll Y/N: Wait what did you buy then? Kenma: Netflix
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svnarin · 4 months
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୨୧⋆ ˚ — random texts messages with boyfriend!suna rintarou pt. 2
note! please do keep in mind that i always use the post-timeskip icons of the characters in my bf text messages, meaning the setting is also in post-timeskip.
random text messages with bf!suna pt. 1
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𝐒𝐕𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 | repost, modification, and translation of my works on any platforms are strictly prohibited.
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lovingache · 8 days
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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤.
𝐭. 𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 summary: “𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝. 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤.” warnings: 18+ only, minors do not interact! | aged up!haikyu verse (karasuno is a university), no y/n, raw piv sex, d/s dynamics (dom!kageyama, sub!reader), teasing, he spanks you like once, hair pulling, praise— he talks a lot in this lol, possessiveness, porn with a hint of plot names used: angel, good girl, precious girl, baby, tutor, word count: 2.2k a/n: oh boy, this one really got away from me in a lot of ways. i had the idea that we’d just follow tobio and reader on their first tutoring session and it’d be some sort of hot, sweet encounter but the idea of immediately jumping into things was too fun to let go. plus, it gave me an excuse to skip the whole "getting to know tobio" bit and save some time. i still may do the first encounter if people are interested but yeah— have fun!
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You whine as he thrusts deep inside you again, the loud squelch filling the small study room obscenely as he bends you over the table. “T-Tobio, fuck.” The table creaks in time with his thrusts, and you feel your cheeks heat as you hear the noise.
He grunts as he hears the sweet noises you make and grips your hips so hard you know there’ll be bruises the next day. “I know, angel. I know I’m big. Just, fuck— just take it, okay?” He mutters, voice husky and dripping with his evident arousal. He groans as he feels you twitch around him, your already tight heat gripping him even more, and has to bite a knuckle to make sure he doesn’t fucking cum instantly.
He loves this moment, when you go from the strict tutor making sure he’s on top of his essays for this goddamn course, to his sweet toy. If he knew tutoring with you would be like this, he would’ve begged you long ago.
He leans forward, taking your hair in one hand and circling your neck with his other, and yanks you up to whisper into your ear, “Christ, you are just so reactive, aren’t you? So good at taking my cock. You’re such a good girl for me, for letting me have this. Fuck,” His voice is laced with a mix of adoration and hunger as he watches you with a keen eye, drawing back to fuck into you with deep, hard strokes. "So sweet for letting me fuck this tight, wet pussy," he drawls as he times his thrusts to punctuate his words.
He knew you well enough to realize that you rarely let yourself be vulnerable with anyone, let alone this exposed, gasping and moaning as he drives his cock in and out of you. It’s what attracted him to you to begin with and called him to sit beside you the first day he walked into that lecture hall. He knew the feeling too well and, ever since you agreed to be his tutor, he was determined to wring out every last aching drop of vulnerability from you.
Another whine escapes you as he runs his teeth over the shell of your ear. He’s fucking you in earnest now, the room feeling impossibly hot as the only sounds that you can register are of skin slapping on skin, his growled words, and your whimpers. You tighten around him as he hits a particular spot relentlessly, forcing out needy moans from you, and he chuckles.
"You're gonna cum, aren't you?" He grunts, his voice low and rough as he keeps his pace. "You're so, fuck," He's cut off as you clench around him again, his voice drawing out the reaction from your body almost instinctively. "So fucking cute. Such a good tutor. Such a good fucking girl," He mutters, the pleased undertone clear as he grips your hips again and watches you claw at the table as you careen toward your orgasm.
"Want you moaning my fucking name when you cum," He says, slow and deliberate, as he hits the same spot repeatedly. "Want the people outside this building to know my name by the time I'm done with you, angel," He rasps as he slaps your ass, the sharp sting only bringing you closer to the edge.
"Fuck, fuck— Tobio," You mewl, your voice ragged and pathetic, and it makes him chuckle. "Tobio, 'm gonna cum, fuck. Tobio, please!" You beg, and he smiles, pleased with your desperation.
"Aw, asking for permission? That's so sweet. We haven't even talked about that yet. I guess you just love it when I use you like this, huh?" He coos, his voice dripping with condescension, and he doesn't let up his pace as you stay on the edge— so close to teetering over.
He hums. "I guess you have been a good girl and helped me get my grades up. Tell me, princess, do you think you deserve to cum on my cock?" He asks, leaning into the control you've so effortlessly given him. It pisses you off how put together he still sounds.
"Y-Yes, please," You cry, babbling nonsense as he keeps you still. "Please, please, Tobio," you beg, desperate and aching for release as he circles your clit with one hand. Your body's on fire, and your legs start to shake from holding back. "Please," you whisper.
"Shh, shh, it's okay, angel," He says, his satisfaction leaking from his words. "It's okay." He lowers himself down, chest flush with your back, "You can cum. Go ahead. You can do that for me, right?" He whispers as he sucks a mark into your neck.
Your legs nearly give out from the relief you feel hearing him permit you to cum, gasping as your eyes flutter and your orgasm tears through you, "Fuck! Oh my fucking god."
He groans as he feels you clench around him, muttering your name as he fucks you through your orgasm steadily. He turns your head so he can kiss you; the feel of his tongue searing into you is intoxicating even in the state you're in, and you sigh. He pulls away only slightly and chuckles, "Not god, angel. Tobio. You know the rules. You need to say my name, or I'll stop fucking you."
You repeat his name as the aftershocks of the orgasm ripple through you, and he responds with a pleased hum. You whine as he pulls out of you before flipping you over onto the table, his eyes raking over your body as if it were the first and last time he'd ever get to see you like this. He strokes himself in front of you, a cocky smirk tracing its way across his face as he lines himself up with you again, the head of his cock teasing your throbbing clit. "Aw, it's okay, angel. Here, I'll put it back in since you're so needy for it," he grunts as he shoves himself inside you again, savouring the mewl you let out as he hits an even deeper spot inside you.
It’s been a few weeks of this since Tobio begged you to tutor him. At first, you weren’t too sure about helping him since you only knew him as your constantly late-for-class desk mate, but the way his voice sounded, the set of his eyebrows, and the intensity of his gaze on you as he asked convinced you otherwise.
It started innocently enough with the two of you meeting for late-night sessions to accommodate his hectic volleyball schedule. It took a lot of work to convince the library to let you book a room so late when no other staff would be present to supervise, but your reputation as a stellar student helped secure a study room.
For the first few weeks, it was standard tutoring, all above board (and above the belt), but you could tell he was getting bored doing the same routine over and over: readings, summary, thesis development, and essay writing. You felt bad for him, knowing he was already outside his comfort zone, and wanted to find a way to make things more exciting.
“Tobio, I was thinking,” You propose one night. “Maybe we should integrate some sort of reward system. You’ve been keeping up the past few weeks, but I want to help you do well in this class— not just scrape by. What do you think would motivate you?” You ask, cocking your head to the side as you sit beside him.
You knew you were in trouble when his face went from his usual stern expression to a sly grin. “Well, now that you mention it…” He starts, gauging your expressions as he proposes a kiss each time he gets above 80% on his essays. He relishes how your eyes widen slightly, noting the immediate blush on your cheeks as you stutter beneath his gaze.
“I-I don’t—” You start to say, but he cuts you off.
“You don’t think I notice the way you look at me? How you stare at my hands when I’m writing something?” He taunts, a smirk resting on his face.
He leans in closer, your breaths mingling from your proximity, and you can smell his cologne mixed with the scent of his skin—warm and inviting, unlike his calculating image. “You mean to tell me you haven’t noticed how I look at you?” he whispers, his eyes challenging you to deny the simple fact that you were both attracted to each other.
He brushes a stray strand of your hair, and you shiver as he says your name, low and steady. “You can’t lie to me. I can read you like a book,” he murmurs, his eyes filled with equal parts desire and adoration.
That’s how you ended up in this situation week after week, gasping and groaning underneath him. His grades, to your absolute delight and his sly satisfaction, have taken a sharp turn and improved—so much that even your professor commended the two of you for your “steadfast partnership.”
He holds your face with one hand while keeping your legs spread with the other, calling you back to the moment. “Is my baby already fucked out of her mind? C’mon, angel,” he murmurs, eyeing the blooming mark on your neck as he thrusts into you even deeper as if punctuating his statement. “Can’t get cockdrunk already, precious girl. I’m not nearly done with you yet," he says as he leans in close and sucks another mark on your neck above the first one, and his eyes gleam with satisfaction as you roll your head to the side to give him better access.
He pulls back with a muttered "Good girl," as he trails the hand that was on your face down to your chest, palming at the soft flesh there and pinching your hardened nipples before snaking his hand underneath your shirt, hissing as he grabs handfuls of you. “Fuck,” he groans. “You feel so fucking good in my hands.”
He pushes the shirt up and over you, throwing it to the side where he threw your skirt earlier, as he undresses you completely. "So pretty, angel. Such a pretty girl. All for me, right?" He asks though it doesn't sound like a question as his eyes flutter.
You nod, "Y-Yes, Tobio. All for you, only for you," and, fuck, if that doesn't just get him so fucking close. The way you're lying down, spread open for him, repeating that you're only his and his alone, makes him fold your legs up to your chest as he plows into you even deeper.
"Fuck, yes. Only for me, always," he grunts, his cock moving in and out of you mercilessly as he chases his own high. "Tell me again, angel, fuck— tell me you want me to cum inside of you," he says, voice hoarse with need as his hips start to stutter.
"Yes, please, Tobio. Want you, only you. Want you to cum inside of me, please? I need it deep inside of me so bad," You whine helplessly as he circles your clit again, the overstimulation causing you to shake beneath him as he forces you to the edge with him.
"Such a good girl," he whispers, and you can tell he's close. "Such a good fucking girl. You're gonna cum for me again," he says, demanding another orgasm from you. "You're gonna cum then I'm gonna pump you full of my cum, you understand me?" he asks as his thrusts become more erratic, fingers circling you even faster.
You nod, breathless, as you feel yourself get close again, and you grip onto him as you cum, back arching off of the table as you hear him groan your name from above. He thrusts one last time, deep and hard as he cums, holding you still and open as you shiver feeling his warmth seep into you.
He kisses you softly then, his hand cradling your face like it's the most precious thing in the world and your heart flutters despite your blissed-out state. He takes a deep breath before pulling away, touching your forehead with his, "You did so well. Such a good girl for me for taking that so well. Are you okay? How are you feeling?"
You hum as you run your hand through his hair, the afterglow hitting you hard. "'m great, Tobio, don't worry. You didn't go too hard or anything. I told you, I'd tell you if it was too much," you reply, watching as his eyes relax with relief.
"I know, I know," he murmurs, placing soft kisses on your lips. "Just.. I can get carried away. I can be too intense sometimes," he admits as he pulls out of you and helps you get dressed, his hands so gentle and delicate with you now.
You snort, "Sometimes? Try all the time, Kageyama." You tease him, and he can't help but laugh with you.
"Alright, alright, all the time," he concedes, picking up the scattered pens, pencils, and notebooks on the ground before placing them on the table.
He watches you keenly as you sit beside him, shivering still from what's just happened, and smiles as he puts an arm over your shoulders and hugs you close to him. He kisses your forehead with a satisfied hum.
"So that's my reward for getting 100%, huh?"
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romeavecryst · 11 days
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Crybaby ˖ ࣪⊹
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K. TSUKISHIMA x Fem!reader ˖ ࣪⊹
Sum: Kei hated it how easily he let the team get to his head. What did they know, she was his crybaby after all.
Warnings: none, fluff, crybaby coded reader, kei being love sick, occ kei(kinda)!not proofread Tho reader is blk coded I hope everyone enjoys!
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.˚₊‧ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ‧₊˚.
It was wierd the team thought as they watched their middle blocker standing in front of a girl with a tear stained face. Of course their first thought is he made her cry, but that was not the case. They couldn’t help but watch as this happened multiple times before practice until Kageyama said something.
“Who’s that crybaby you stand with after practice?” He asked making Tsukishima stop tying his shoe immediately glaring up at the setter.
“Yeah making pretty girls cry huh Tsukishima!” Noya yelled pushing the blondes head.
Kei leaned up pushing Nishinoya off him “No I’m not, and don’t fucking call her a crybaby.” He spoke making eye contact with Kageyama.
“Why is she your girlfriend?” Kageyama scoffed.
“Yeah she is jackass.” A lot of the team definitely was not expecting that answer out of him. Tsukishima with a girl who’s known for being whinny, with as little patience as they know Tsukishima has she’s his girlfriend.
“No way! How is that pretty girl going out with a bully like you!” Hinata shouted.
Because he was soft with that pretty girl. Of course kei teased her for crying easily and over the most stupidest things but he was alway there to comfort her if needed. His hand squishing her tear stained face tell her it’s all right and not to be dramatic, but earns a punch for call her dramatic.
But it didn’t matter what the team thought of them, because they honestly held heavy doubts, that maybe he was to harsh with her or even mean. He didn’t think he was and she never said anything. She would right if his words ever hurt her she’d speak up. Right?
His eyes looked over to her as they walked through the night market hand in hand, a smile on her glossy lips as she looked around the food trucks. He hated that he could tell him self that he didn’t care what others thought but it did, it bothered him a lot. Was he the reason she cried sometimes, that his snotty remarks actually hurt her feelings. How could he do that to her. How could he make her cry what kind of boyfriend was he if he made her cry.
“Kei..”
He made her hurt didn’t he? The reason her pretty face was always wet with tears?
“Kei!”
He blinked. “Yo are ya with me!” She laughed waving her hand in front of his face. “Am i distracting you” she teased.
“Tsk- no you’re not.” He scoffed.
“Booo! But anyways what has you all airheaded?” She asked tilting her head slightly her braids moving to the side with her motion.
“Nothing.” He hummed.
She pressed her lips together squinting at her boyfriend, his eyes staring into her dark ones. “Will you quite that.” He asked a small smile appearing in his face as his hand pushed her face away.
Even with the moments they shared, he continued to let it eat at him. They moved to a more secluded area sitting on the grass food in hand. He watched her as she ate, and talked, about anything and everything. He just listened, as she went on, smiling at small things she said.
How did he get so lucky.. a polar opposite that didn’t annoy him. Her melanin skin glowing under the street light as they ate her smile wide and so bright. Kei let his hand fall into his hand as she continued talking admiring her.
“So are you gonna tell me what’s wrong.” She asked.
“Hm?”
She looked up as him her smile going away “what’s going through your head, I know better.” She did she knew him, mind you he hadn’t made any comment on what she was talking about nothing not even a snarky remark teasing her.
“So what is it baby?” She spoke leaning back in her hands.
He looked away from her gaze “nothing just something stupid.” He sighed closing his eyes.
He could feel her roll her eyes, the sound of her body shifting her now sitting right in-front of him. The feeling of her hands holding his face made him open his eyes.
“It’s nothikng don’t worry your tiny little head about it.” He spoke softly.
“Don’t lie what is it Kei? You know you have to talk to me to.” She spoke her brows frowning, don’t do that he thought.
“I understand but it’s nothing just letting people get to me head alright?” He spoke his hand squishing her cheeks her hands not yet leaving his face.
“Who? Is it about you-“
“It’s about us.”
She looked at him “bad things?”
He shrugged his shoulders “I guess..”
Her hands left his face, letting herself get comfortable on his lap her face close to his. “Tell me baby..”
He only looked at her for a moment his eyes looking at her lips then back to her eyes. “Do I ever make you sad?”
She tilted her head giving him an are you crazy look. “See I told you it was stupid.” He huffed.
“Why would people thing that, are they saying that?”
“Yes.” He groaned his head falling into her shoulder.
“Why?” She laughed.
He shot back pinching her cheeks “because you’re a crybaby!” He scoffed.
“Nuh uh!” She whined.
“Yuh huh!” He laughed.
Letting go of her face he watched her pout “I’m not a cry baby just open with my emotions!” She sassed.
“Uh huh sure you crybaby.” He spoke his hands resting in her hips.
“But it’s okay, you’re my crybaby.”
She smiled “shut up that’s so lame!” She scoffed pushing him.
“I thought it was good.”
“Lame!” She laughed.
“Yeah then why are you laughing you idiot!”
“Because that was cringy and stupid nothing my boyfriend would ever say.” She groaned her laughter causing him to smile.
“Whatever you idiot I can be romantic.” He said.
“Yeah I know you can but with actions not so much words.”
He scoffed “really!”
She hummed crossing her arms, making his eyes twitch “get off of me, that irritated me.”He spoke pushing her.
“Whatever! You love it.” She said getting back in his face.
He only raised a brow, “ya know ya do.” She whispered leaning on her hands, their lips grazing against one another.
“Want me to kiss you sweetheart?” He asked.
She grinned “I should be asking you that sir, you’ve been looking at me lips all evening.” She hummed.
He let her get closer their lips barely touching befor pulling away, “UGH! Why do you do that!” She whined.
“You gave me attitude.” He shrugged a grin on his face.
He watched as she fell back dramatically “you hate me!” She groaned.
“Mmhm sure do.” She sighs looking down at her smiling at her dramatic pose.
He let her complain a bit more befor leaning down kissing her lips. Only to be pulled by her for a real kiss. “Feel better…” he whispered a little breathless.
“Alway fee better when you’re here with me.” She said pushing his glasses up.
Yeah they didn’t know shit about them. He’d never hurt her, he never wanted to. She would be the only one to get true kindness out of him. Because he couldn’t afford losing her.
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miyazas · 2 years
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SNEAKING INTO YOUR ROOM — FT.HAIKYUU
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[❤︎] — Suna Rintaro, Miya Atsumu, Issei Matsukawa & Kuroo Tetsuro
Warnings: fem!reader, suggestive, (1) ass slap from Suna
PART 2 | PART 3 | TOKREV VER
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SUNA RINTARO ༢
“Hurry up rin.” You hissed as Suna struggled to fit himself into your window. “Suna Rinataro, my neighbor is going to see you and tell my parents if you don’t hurry up.” Grunting, he finally pulls himself into your room, thumping on the floor. “Rin, stop making so much noise!” You scurry and shut your window. “Yea whatever, c'mere and give me a hug.” holding in a smile you fall to his lap and squeeze him. “Damn baby, squeezing me like I’m your lifetime.” “Shut up Rin, I won’t hesitate to push you out of my window.” You say as you stand up and walk to your bed with Suna following closely behind. Before you can get into bed Suna pushes you face forward and slaps your ass. “Rinnie!” You squeak. “That’s what you get for threatening me, pretty girl, now I want an apology kiss.”
MIYA ATSUMU ༢
Stifling a giggle you pull onto Atsumu’s jacket sleeve as he swings his legs over the window seal. “Don’t yank me baby, gonna make me fall—ya want me to die or somethin’?” Ignoring his teasing tone you jump into his arms as soon as he finds his footing in your room. “Ya miss me hmm?” He chuckles, wrapping his arms around you and walking you back to the bed. “Missed you s’much tsumu.” You whisper, tightening your legs seeing his muscular waist. Atsumu smiles when he feels you leave light kisses on his neck before gently setting you down on your bed. Whining at the loss of contact, you open your mouth to say something before he falls on top of you. “Tsumu!” You yell before Atsumu squishes your cheeks together and gives you a fat kiss. “missed ya too angel, s’much.”
ISSEI MATSUKAWA ༢
Mattsun hides in your closet trying hard not to make any noise as your mom searches your room. “Mom nobody is in here, you must’ve heard something.” You muttered, sitting at the foot of your bed as your mother looked around your room. After a few more minutes of searching and not finding anything out of the ordinary she gives up, muttering a goodnight. After she shuts the door you run to your closet, opening the door for Issei as he all but topples out of the cramped space. “Jesus Christ, baby.” He grunts, stretching his cramped muscles. “This is your fault Issei! You’re the one who fell through the window and woke the entire neighborhood!” You pointed out. “Don’t be so dramatic princess, everything is ok, now c'mere, I need you to use those pretty hands and rub my sore muscles.” He grabs your hips and brings the both of you to the bed, setting you on his lap. Giving into your tall boyfriend, you wrap your hands around his neck, pulling him into a sweet kiss. The impromptu make-out session doesn’t last long when you hear your mom gasp, you are so dead.
KUROO TETSURO ༢
You feel someone repeatedly nudging you, pulling you out of sleep. “Kitten? Kitten I gotta go.” Kuroo whispers. Tightening your arms around his hard chest, you mumble something incoherent. Chuckling he kisses your forehead, unwrapping his arms and legs from your body. “Noooo, don’t go Tetsu.” You whine. “I gotta go kitten, don’t want your dad to find me in your room at five in the morning do you?” That wakes you up because no, you would rather die than see what happens if your dad finds out your boyfriend snuck in and spent the night. “Hmm did that wake you up baby?” Tetsu teases. “Shut up and get out of my room Kuroo.” “Ok ok, but before I leave can you wipe this puddle of drool you left on my chest?” “Tetsu!”
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