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not fair - ch5

in which your boyfriend is perfect in every single way... except for one and kei can't just sit back and watch you suffer...

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// "don’t question me again or i’ll leave." ~ ᴛsᴜᴋɪsʜɪᴍᴀ ᴋᴇɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ʏᴀᴍᴀɢᴜᴄʜɪ ᴛᴀᴅᴀsʜɪ ~ 8656 ᴡᴏʀᴅs

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It’s one of those phone calls that you hope goes to voicemail.

Hey, Tadashi, just wanted to let you know that Kei and I were coming to get the car and boxes tomorrow. Sorry it’s been there for so long. That’s all it had to be. You’re repeating it in your head, waiting for the polite message and tone to come.

It doesn’t.

You don’t remember what Tadashi says when he answers the phone, don’t even know if he said anything at all. You pull the phone away from your ear, making sure that he didn’t answer and hang up or that the space between the rings isn’t just skipping. The numbers are counting up, seemingly slower than seconds typically pass by.

“Hey, Tadashi,” you start. You should have practiced or wrote a script or something, because any words, phrases, questions in your mind are gone now, leaving Tadashi to pick up the pieces once again.

If it weren’t for the tiny breath from the otherside of the phone, you might’ve hung up waiting for a response. He mutters your name first, practically lost by the hestiance and heaviness of the word. “Are you calling about coming to pick up your car?”

“Right, yea, I’m so sorry we left it there and haven’t, uh, been back to get it. We kinda just wanted to give you time because of everything and didn’t want to, yknow, rush anything or give you any trouble or-” you’re rambling on, nervous to stop. Kei rests his hand on your lower back just to let you know that he’s there.

“It’s fine, really, just, are you guys coming to pick it up?” he asks, interrupting your nervous spiel.

“Yes,” you reply, knowing that you have so much more to say, but not ready to say any of it. After being so intimate with him and Kei, you’d think that it would be easier to talk, like everything’s already been out on the table. It’s not until Kei raises his eyebrows, lets his thumb graze under your shirt and against your skin that you actually get the words out. “Do you think we could come in, too?”

Tadashi isn’t stupid. He has to know what you’re implying or, at the very least, know that the two of you want to talk with him. Kei is staring at you, the room is dead silent, and every second that Tadashi doesn’t answer is more confirmation that you’ve just made a fool of yourself.

You’re about to take it back, to backpedal without remorse in an attempt to salvage civility, but Tadashi clears his throat, unknowingly interrupting you. “Yeah, that would be okay.”

Almost too stunned to speak, you’re sure that the surprise was written across your face. “O-Okay, yeah.” It’s heavy in your throat, banging at the back of your teeth, you want to ask, clarify, make sure that you’re on the same page, but you also feel like you should quit while you’re ahead. Kei’s confusion turns to understanding when you give him a wide-eyed, short nod.

“Alright,” Tadashi replies, but still doesn’t hang up.

Tsukishima doesn’t grab the phone from you, but he talks loud enough for his voice to make it through the receiver. “Like last time?”

“Like last time,” Tadashi confirms quickly. “I’ve gotta go, but I’ll see you guys tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah, for sure, see you then,” you reply, “Looking forward to it, Dashi.” You can faintly hear the hitch in his breath followed by the low clear of his throat.

“Me too.” Click.

You bring the phone down from your ear. The weight on your chest isn’t as unbearable with the assumptions off the table. There’s still a lingering force quickening your heartbeat, but at least you can breathe for now.

“Thanks,” you say, looking up at Kei.

He shrugs. “That’s what I’m here for, bluntness.”

“And doing the hard things that I can’t,” you scoff.

He bends down, pressing a kiss onto your forehead and pushing your hair out of your face. “Definitely not all the time. It’s probably like half and half,” Kei says and then tilts his head, “Mm, maybe 60/40.”

You nod, “Yeah, but that seems pretty fair to me.” You pull back, wiping your palms on your pants. “I should bring the thing, right?”

“Why else did we buy it?”

“No, I know, I guess I’m just nervous,” you admit.

“No reason to be. You’ll be great and Tadashi will love it, you know that,” Kei reassures you.

In theory, you did know that. If you really thought about it, you knew that. The evidence backs it up, the reciprocation in excitement backs it up, and yet you can’t help but doubt the ideas that have been swarming your head since that night.

The entire walk to Tadashi’s feels heavy, steps dragging, bag weighted, Kei’s hand in yours evident. So many thoughts are taking place in your head. You try to rid them, but you can’t. The conversation from that night is on repeat in your mind. Maybe it’s a good thing, maybe it’ll make you more decisive, maybe the repetition will hammer in these clouded thoughts.

You thought that the first time coming back felt weird, but coming back the second time comes with a mix of eerie comfort and looming taboo.

It’s a blur, really, Tadashi answering the door, inviting you inside. You remember the small things like taking off your shoes and placing them neatly next to the spot that you used to every single day and when you shake your head no at Tadashi politely asking if you want a glass of water or cup of tea. The rest of it is lost, second to the anticipation and the thought in the back of your mind to book it out the front door.

You are sitting on the couch. Kei is sitting next to you. Somehow everything in your head is talking at once and they’re your thoughts, but you can’t make out a single one.

You want to just skip to the part of the night that doesn’t feel like this anymore - fidgeting just to calm your nerves, the three of you sitting in a small circle like a meeting with stale coffee, no eye contact, barely allowing yourself to breathe. Kei’s hand hovers over to yours, slowly, trying not to bring attention to itself, not for his sake or even Tadashi’s, but for yours. His grasp wraps around your fidgeting fingers, his intertwining with yours like they were meant to be there.

In a matter of seconds, you catch Tadashi’s eyes as they flicker from the intertwined hands in your lap to your eyes back to your hands and then down at his own. You can’t get a long enough look at his face to see the emotion, but you don’t really need a long look to tell you that Tadashi is feeling more nervous than you are now, as if that’s even possible.

How hard would this have been without Kei sitting here right next to you? Without Kei throughout this entire process? Tadashi doesn’t have that, doesn’t get the sweet hand hold or the supportive presence. He deserves it, though.

You take the first step, hands shaking, breath unsteady as you stand up and move towards Tadashi. You don’t know what to say once you are right in front of him, so you opt for silence. Instead, you take this time to regulate your breathing and focus on the emotions in Tadashi’s face that you couldn’t find before.

All of the doubt that you had last night (and a few seconds ago, for that matter) is fading away. Now that he’s sitting here in front of you, now that you can see the soft features on his face, can feel Kei’s assuring presence behind you, can watch the way that Tadashi waits for your next sentence, patient and attentive. Your hand moves slowly as you reach to cup Tadashi’s face, directing his attention and testing the waters.

Banging against your sternum, your heart feels like it’s going to burst out of your chest. It doesn’t calm on contact or when Tadashi leans into the touch ever so slightly and it gets much worse when the words tumble out of your mouth. You can’t help them, seeing how pretty Tadashi looks in front of you, getting flashbacks from last week, remembering how good he was for you.

“Can I kiss you?”

You don't know if this sentence takes Kei by surprise, don’t dare to look back or show an ounce of hesitation in front of Tadashi. Besides, at this moment, you’re more concerned about Tadashi, the way you can see the emotions clearly now, but you still can’t read them very well for the sake of how fast they’re changing. But you can read the nod, though slight, of Tadashi’s head after a beat of contemplation.

The kiss is sweet, warm. You have to bend down a bit more than you’re anticipating, but that only means you get to tilt his head up, bring his lips closer to yours, thumb gently pushing on the underside of his chin, fingers resting against his neck in a way that you can feel his harsh swallow as soon as you pull away. His eyes are wide, struck with something bordering wonderment, and you are drinking it in.

This has to be exactly what Kei felt like on the night that started it all.

There’s a surge of confidence for the first time since your last visit, like it’s no longer testing the waters, because you know exactly why the three of you are here. You’re not sure that Tadashi knows, but somehow that makes you feel even more assured, like he’s depending on you to guide him through the night.

And it really does feel like history repeating itself.

Still, it doesn’t matter how much you see yourself in Tadashi right now and how that means that if he is you then you would be Kei and how you know that if Kei were standing where you’re standing right now, things would unfold a lot differently. Despite the lingering pressure of this new role you’re embodying, you have to ask.

It comes out sweet, warm like the kiss you shared moments ago. “You’re okay with all of this?”

Tadashi’s nod is a touch more certain than the previous, but you follow it up nonetheless. “And it’s alright that I don’t keep asking if it’s alright?” you ask. He nods again. “If something is getting too much or you’re starting to feel uncomfortable, just say yellow.” God, saying it aloud brings you back. You remember that Kei had started touching you, kissing you at this point, but all you want to do is stare at Tadashi, see the understanding and attention. “If something is too much and you want to stop immediately, then say red and we’ll stop, make sure you’re okay.”

He nods again, but not one curt nod like the rest of them, more desperate, repetitive, like he wants you to stop talking, not because he doesn’t care, but because he knows what’s ahead and he wants it to come faster. You give in, moving your hand down his shoulder, leaning in to press your lips against his ear. “If you can’t breathe, mouth full, can’t verbally communicate, just 3 nice hard taps against me or Kei and we’ll stop.”

A whimper slips out from between his teeth in lieu of a nod, but you want to hear it in stumbling confirmation. “Understand?” mhm “Say it. Need to hear you say it, Dashi.”

“Yea- I mean, yea, yes. I understand.”

You stand up straight, towering over top of Tadashi. “I’m in control tonight.” You’re not sure how Kei looks behind you, taller than you, you know that, but you wonder if his height makes you look less in control than you feel. You wonder if his facial expression is making Tadashi doubt your dominance over the situation. You didn’t really talk about this, Kei and you, not in detail, not about power dynamics. Truthfully, if you had, you’re not sure you would be in this position right now.

It’s comfortable for you to be right between Kei and Tadashi in the order of power, but to declare that you’re in control, not just of Tadashi, but just in general, it’s stepping out of your comfort zone.

“Y-You?” Tadashi asks innocently enough, eyes flitting from you to just behind you where you know that Kei is standing. Part of you, the safe part, wants to quiet down, wait for Kei to answer for you, to either protect you or scoff at the notion. That part of you doesn’t win.

Rather, you bend down again, eyes level with Tadashi’s. “If that’s a problem, I can leave instead.”

“No, it’s not- I’m not- I didn’t- I’m sorry!” he starts immediately.

“Don’t question me again or I’ll leave,” you repeat.

“I won’t. I won’t.” Tadashi says, not a promise, but you believe it like one.

You turn around, look up at Kei. There’s still that voice inside of you looking for his permission, for his approval. You don’t think that will ever go away. This little voice inside of you comes through in the form of a silent question. If it were anyone else on the receiving end you’d think it’d get lost in translation. Am I doing okay?

“What do you want me to do?” Kei asks plainly, unwavering, like it’s not completely left field for him to be asking you for direction. It’s the perfect answer to your question.

You’re not exactly sure how you’re going to get through this night. You’re exhausted already and you haven’t even really given a command yet. You figure, however, that the best mantra to get you through the night is to just continue to ask for things that you really want. What do you want him to do?

You go with your first instinct and though your voice isn’t as strong as you want it to be, it feels good leaving your mouth. “I want you to carry me upstairs, want Tadashi to follow. And I want to be placed nicely on the bed.”

Kei moves immediately, hoisting you up and letting you wrap your arms around his neck. There’s no hesitance to just doing what he’s told. You assume, for now at least, that it’s because the tasks aren’t too demanding or degrading. You’ll be waiting for backlash for the rest of the night.

You don’t have to direct any of the demands to Tadashi. He hears you and he listens, waiting just enough time to give you a breath of space and then following you like a puppy. By the time Tadashi enters the room, Kei is placing you, exactly as you asked, nice and gentle on the bed.

It’s so much different than normal. Kei is always attentive, always makes sure that you’re taken care of, but it’s so different . His hands follow your body as he lies you down, making sure that there is a cushion of his palm between each inch and the bed as it comes in contact. God, you wish you could feel it on your skin.

“Am I allowed to kiss you?” Kei asks. You can’t detect any amount of snide smirk or tone, have to take it as sincere despite months and months of experiences screaming in your head. Your stomach is in knots and you want to say yes just because he asked, but making him wait feels like it’ll have a better payoff in the end.

“Not yet,” you say, low like a whisper. It’s not loud enough for Tadashi to hear, not meant to show your dominance or prove yourself. It’s a moment just for you and Kei. His eyebrows raise and then furrow, a remark starts to bubble, but he shuts it down before it reaches his throat. You don’t know where Tadashi is, but you don’t care either. You’re following your wants, pushing your fingertips through Kei’s blonde locks and making soft fists. “I want you to want it more.”

You let go quickly, as soon as it’s about to elicit a response, and then you press on his shoulders with the heel of your palm, digging your fingernails into the tops just hard enough for him to really feel it . As soon as he’s stood up, standing at the foot of the bed, so familiarly over top of you, you ask, “Aren’t you going to ask me what else I want?”

He swallows the alternative response and asks just that, “What do you want now, (y/n)?”

You hook your fingers into your waistband. Both Kei’s and Tadashi’s eyes follow the movement as you push your shorts and panties down to your ankles. They’re still dangling off of one of your ankles after you maneuver one foot out of one side, spreading your legs apart and realizing just how bold you’re being tonight.

You hadn’t realized, though, how wet you had gotten from just a few small actions. It was a mix of the newfound control and the way that they were both listening to you so well. It was the possibilities of tonight and how Kei, right now, was about to do whatever came out of your mouth.

“I want you to eat me out,” you say. You could’ve stopped there, short and sweet, but the words tumble out and you don’t regret them one bit, “Want you to say please and thank you. You don’t do that very often.” Kei’s jaw tightens, but he doesn’t talk back.

“And I want Tadashi to watch,” you say to Kei and then turn to face Tadashi, “I want you to watch. Like last time.” You glance down to the small tent in Tadashi’s pants, let your eyes linger as an added explanation. “Just like last time. Do you understand?” Your tone is a mixture, a condescending softness.

Tadashi lifts his hand, brings it steadily down to his bulge, but hesitates before touching himself through the fabric. “Now?” he asks.

You give a small laugh, “The show hasn’t even started yet, but yes, if you’re that desperate.”

You don’t know how quickly Tadashi is to start to touch himself because Kei hooks his arms underneath your legs and pulls your pussy against his mouth in one motion. You keep repeating to yourself that you’re in control. You have to keep reminding yourself or you would, probably instantaneously, slip back into doing whatever Kei wanted you to do.

Actually, even while you’re repeating to yourself that you’re in control, every part of you wants to close your eyes, lay back, and just let Kei do whatever he wants to do, and you know that tonight is all about what you want, but this is a once in a lifetime experience and you’re going to take advantage of it. You grab a fistful of Kei’s hair, pulling his head away from you in a way that surprises both of you.

“Say please.” It’s not nearly as cocky and confident and strong as you want it to be. In fact, it’s followed by an airy laugh from yourself because it’s so out of place. “Kei, baby, say please.”

“Please.” It’s not nearly as pleasing and desperate and appreciative as you want it to be. You cock your head.

“That doesn’t sound like you really want to eat me out,” you furrow your eyebrows. You tighten your fist in his hair. “So say please.”

His eyes widen and he groans at your harsh grip, “Please, can I eat you out?”

“I still feel like you don’t really want to taste me, baby. I feel like you don’t want to bury your face in between my legs and eat me until I come all over your face.” You’re talking down to him now and the confidence is building in your chest as you watch his facial expressions shift. His mouth is basically watering. “I know you want that, so why don’t you ask really nicely and maybe I’ll let you.”

The pleasing, desperate, appreciative tone that you wanted is there and, with it, a bit of embarrassment to have to ask for something you usually beg for. “I- Please, can I please eat you out? I want to taste you and eat you, please.” His voice is more timid than you’ve ever heard it and it’s making your stomach flutter more than how close he is to you.

“You’re gonna make me come all over your pretty face, aren’t you?” you ask, slowly pulling his face towards your pussy. He’s moving with you, mouth opening as he gets centimeters away, but you stop him. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” he nods, trying to finish the motion and bury his face in between your legs.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I’m going to make you come,” he mumbles. You can see just how much he wants to skip this part, but you’re having so much fun.

“Where am I going to come?” you smirk.

“All over my face,” Kei answers, knowing full well he’s not giving you the answer that you want.

“All… over… your…,” you say slowly, tilting his face upwards to look you directly in the eyes, watching the warmth spread across his features.

“Gonna make you come all over my pretty face,” Kei finally finishes.

“Now say please,” you tease.

“Please,” he says quickly.

“Pretty please?” you push on.

“Pretty please, fuck, (y/n), please let me eat you out. Please. I need to fucking eat you out. I need to feel your come on my tongue, need to taste it, need to please you and feel your thighs against my cheeks. Pretty please,” he spews, hoping that this time he actually gets to do what he’s been wanting to do since he knelt between your legs.

The last thing he sees before being pulled into your pussy is your huge smile. “Good boy, see, that wasn’t too hard.”

Between your legs, Kei has some ounce of control. He knows exactly what he’s doing and how to make you squirm and even though he had to say please a million times to get here and will have to stop when you say stop and follow your orders as you give them, until then, he gets to do whatever he wants.

There’s no teasing, no build up. You’re so wet, dripping from teasing him and the control you felt with Tadashi. Kei doesn’t let a drop go to waste, running the flat of his tongue between your lips and prodding at your hole with the tip of his tongue. He doesn’t want to waste another second without his tongue deep inside of your tight little hole.

He fucks his tongue in and out of you, pressing his face as hard into you as he can in an attempt to get his tongue so deep inside you. You help as much as you can, both hands at the back of his head, pulling and tugging at his hair, clawing at his neck and back and as far down as you can reach. He knows how sensitive your hole is, feels it quivering against his tongue.

He knows your body better than you do, knows exactly how to make you come. After all of the teasing you did, all of the talk, he can’t think of anything he wants more than to make you come as quickly as possible.

You weren’t going to stop him.

“Holy fuck, Kei, oh my god.”

His lips are moving against your clit as he tries to fuck his tongue into you deeper. He’s moving his entire face, the tip of his tongue harsh against your hole as his nose nudges against your clit. The motions are perfectly repetitive just like he knows you like it. The louder that your moans get and the harder that you start to squirm and the tighter your hands grip, the more motivated Kei is. “Gonna, fuck, I’m gonna come all over your pretty face,” you tell him between moans.

Your core is tightening and your body is convulsing, but you can’t let go. You need to hear him. He needs to tell you. You want him to tell you. “Kei, fuck, tell me. Please, tell me. Let me come, please. Please.” There is no remorse, not even after the fact. Part of that comes with the lack of snide remarks or tone from Kei, the other part comes with just how close you are and how hard you’re about to fall.

“Come, baby, come all over my pretty face, please, please come for me. Please come all over my pretty face,” he says against your pussy, but you can hear each word so clearly. That’s all it takes for you to come undone. You let go, head hitting the mattress harshly as you grab onto his hair even harder. His name is the only thing coming out of your mouth, the only thing on your mind until it isn’t.

“Again, again, again,” you say, repeating as you nod at him.

He listens instantly, diving back between your legs and continuing to eat you out. He doesn’t have to tell you to come the second time or the third or the fourth. You let them roll over you like waves, coming as soon as your body allows you to.

“Okay, okay, fuck, okay, that’s enough,” you breathe. He doesn’t stop, driven by the pure bliss in the reactions you’ve given him and the way that you dropped control for a passing moment. He wants to feel it again, taking control from you. You almost let him. “Fuck, Kei, enough,” you repeat, more stern this time.

He lifts his head from between your legs, face a mess, hair tangled, breath ragged. “What do you say?” you ask, not even letting him compose himself before responding.

“Thank you,” he says, and honestly, he looks just as grateful as the labored appreciation sounds.

You push yourself up despite how much you want to just sit with Kei’s warm cheek against the fat of your thigh and despite how tired you are from everything that just happened and despite how you want to hear Kei thank you forever. “Kei, get him prepped for me, yea?” You miss the initial reaction from Tadashi, only catch the end of his attempts to compose himself and the lasting redness on his cheekbones. You don’t say another word until you’ve made it to the doorframe. “Dashi, Kei’s in charge while I’m gone, listen good, okay?”

You catch the faintest glimpse of Kei’s smirk as he stands tall once again, making his way over to the corner of the room that Tadashi was frozen in. The second that you’re out of view, you let yourself breathe, let your shoulders slump and your legs wobble as much as they want. You grab your bag that you left at the front door and change in the familiar bathroom closest to the top of the stairs.

You went all out, decided that if you were going to do this, you were going to do this right. The thick main harness was just one part of the intricate buckles, straps, and fasteners. You had tried it on before, the first time that you got it. Kei helped you put it on, tightened the straps and moved each piece so it fit snug and comfortable.

The top belt sits on your waist, thick faux leather straps with buckles on each side adorned to a ring that rests on your stomach. The second set of straps holds the main ring in place, two fasteners tightly fit against your hips. You slide the dildo into the ring before tightening the straps to your liking. It’s heavy between your legs, thick and lengthy, deceivingly lifelike to the touch and eye.

As you’re putting the finishing touches onto your look, fixing the harness and making sure that everything is exactly as you want it to be, the soft and subtle noises that you’ve been hearing from the other room become louder. The noises quickly fill the entire upstairs. You’re sure at this point that Kei has asked Tadashi not to hold back, has told him explicitly not to.

There is a lot of gratitude coming from Tadashi and only as he’s practically screaming can you hear what he’s thanking Kei for.

“Thank you for getting me ready for (y/n),” Tadashi cries. “Feels so good, so good, fingers feel so good thank you, Kei.”

It sends a shiver down your spine, the amount of desperation and the sincerity of the thank you.

You gently press open the cap to the lube, letting a stream of the cool liquid coat the top side of the silicone cock. You use your thumb and palm to spread it over the skin, twisting your wrist and slathering the slick liquid all over, pouring a generous amount on the tip and watching it drip from the head. You know that it’s not really yours, that it’s not actually attached to you, that you don’t feel from it, and yet, as you push your hips forward, as the cock slides between the hole you’ve created with your fist, your core feels warm and you let out a small moan.

The walk back to the room feels like a mile. You know that the two of them are undoubtedly too enthralled in their own actions right now to notice you at the door. It’s not a bad thing though. You get to watch for a few moments. They don’t know you’re there, aren’t acting in any sort of way for an audience or praise.

Tadashi has taken your spot. His legs are high in the air, held up by his hands grasped around his ankles. Kei holds a bottle of lube in one hand and is fucking 4 fingers into Tadashi’s hole with the other.

Tadashi’s cock, rock hard and angrily red, is slapping against his stomach every time that Kei’s fingers bottom out. The back of his head is pressed into the mattress so hard, but his eyes are trained on Kei, bottom lip quivering whenever involuntary noises weren’t tumbling from them, sheets bunched up against sweaty palms.

You could’ve watched this all night. You’re sure that if you hadn’t interrupted them they would’ve continued all night, partially because you didn’t give them instruction to stop, but also because the determination and joy in Kei’s demeanor matches Tadashi’s desperation perfectly. There’s something about Kei’s actions that makes it incomparable to how he acts with you, something about the fact that even though he’s in control, he’s just following directions.

“Is he ready?” you ask, followed by an observation, “Looks like you’re just doing this for him now.”

They’re startled at your voice, immediately taken out of the intense moment that the two of them were in, but there’s no disdain for the deprivation of the transfixion. The only word to describe the look on their faces is gawking. There is less surprise in Kei’s given he’s seen you in it before, but that doesn’t stop the harsh swallow or the dwelling gaze over your chest, down to your waist, following the straps.

Tadashi isn’t as subtle. His face is bright red, blushing, gasping for air from just being stretched. He pushes up from the bed, props himself on his elbows, and just stares. You can practically feel his heartbeat from where you’re standing in the doorway. “Is that for me?” he asks, void of the confidence the question deserves, tongue wetting his lips.

You walk over, agonizingly slow, cock in hand. “Why don’t you turn around and I’ll show you?”

By the time you’ve made it to the edge of the bed, Tadashi has scrambled over himself and gotten on all fours, as if any delay would result in you giving up on the notion. You climb onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress as you take in the sight before you. Tadashi looks rigid, not knowing when the next order or movement is coming, eyes forward on the pale wall.

The second that the soft skin of your palms comes into contact with his hips, he melts into you, pushing back into your touch. His shoulders slump, head falls down, staring at the comforter below him instead. “Is this alright? Are you ready?” you ask, leaving one palm resting on his hip, but using the other hand to guide the tip of the dripping dildo against Tadashi’s stretched hole.

The answer is evident in the urgency of his whimpers and the desperation in his reactions, but you need to hear it coming out of his mouth. “I’m not going to fuck you until you tell me you’re ready for it,” you clarify.

“Yes, yes, I’m ready, please,” Tadashi answers.

“Good boy.” There’s only a second between the finishing of your praise and you pressing your hips forward. It’s slow, but the pace is necessary no matter how badly you want to watch him take it all right this instant. You’re using your hand to guide the thick cock into Tadashi’s tight hole. You don’t need to physically feel it to know how tight it is, to see the rim swallowing the dildo.

The moans and whimpers have ceased, replaced by labored breaths and diffused whines. You’d ask him questions, try to elicit some sort of verbal reply to the process, but he looks so focused on taking your cock. Still, you guide him through it, not just with the small kneading that you’re doing into his hip and the slow pace you’ve adapted, but with small coos of appreciation. “You’re doing so great, Dashi, fuck. It looks so good back here, you taking my nice thick cock just like that.”

As soon as you don’t need your hand to guide the dildo, you lace it into Tadashi’s hair. It’s so soft. You can barely grasp any of it, can’t reach until he picks his head up and pushes it back into your hand. You feel disgustingly powerful now, hand weaved into Tadashi’s hair, slowly thrusting in and out of Tadashi’s ass.

It takes a few beats for Tadashi to fully stretch around the girth of your cock, but with every gentle fuck into him, his whines turn back into whimpers which turn into throaty moans. “Can I go faster now?” you ask with a genuine softness. “Can you handle it?” with less genuine softness. He nods, choking out a few yeses amongst the noises.

You reward him with praise once again, “Good boy, huh, Tadashi? Are you my good boy?” You punctuate the question with a hard thrust, your hips meeting his ass in one fluid motion. His hair is tugged by your harsh grip and, with it, his lax body every time that you pull your hips away.

He’s putty in your hand, malleable. The harder that you fuck him, the louder his moans get, the more power you feel. “Fuck, Dashi, it’s like I can fucking feel how pathetic you are squeezing my goddamn cock. So tight, so fucking perfect.” Your hips are on fire from repeatedly slamming into him, your palms are so sweaty that you can barely get a good grip, resorting to using your nails to anchor in place instead. Praise keeps falling out of your mouth so quickly that you’re not even sure what you’re saying half the time. It’s fast and you’re in control and he’s listening to you and you’re so drunk with this feeling.

You can’t stop ramming into him, glad, actually, for once that you can’t feel how good Tadashi’s tight hole is squeezing your cock. It lets you fuck him relentlessly, no worry in the world about stamina even if your glutes and core are on fire from the constant motion. You don’t want to stop, can’t, not with how fucking perfect he looks, not with how fucking obedient he’s being.

“I know you just want to be good, Dashi, fuck, we’ll teach you to be good, you’re being so good,” you moan.

It’s like you’re a completely different person here, so vastly different than the last time you were in this bedroom. You don’t miss it, not even a little bit. Well… at least not at this exact moment.

With no word from you, Kei has just been standing there, behind you, just watching . All of your attention is on Tadashi, soaking in his noises and body language, you’ve barely even noticed Kei. One quick glance over your shoulder and you can see how mesmerized he looks taking it all in, seeing you in this new element. You see the bulge in his pants, the little satisfaction that he is getting from his own palm. After doing so much already, he deserves better than what he’s giving himself now.

“Do what you do best, Kei. Abuse his throat,” you command, trying to keep a steady voice through your wandering thoughts and thrusts. You don’t have to ask him twice, barely have to finish the three word demand and he’s walking around to the other side of the bed.

He gets to see the side that you don’t get to see, the mouth agape and wet lashes. All that you get to see is the smirk that plagues the bottom half of Kei’s face as soon as Tadashi is in view. Your thrusts are slower now, but still at a steady enough pace to appreciate the subtle ripples in the fat of Tadashi’s ass, letting Kei get a good hold on the situation, giving up just a small fraction of your control so that Kei can have his way with Tadashi.

You offer a bit of advice as Kei is undoing his buckle. “It’s easy to pleasure Kei,” you breathe, “You just let him do whatever he wants to you.” You can practically feel Tadashi tighten around you.

“Open,” Kei says as soon as his cock is exposed to the air. “Wider than that, Tadashi, don’t insult me.” Both of Kei’s hands are braced on either side of Tadashi’s face as Kei pushes the tip of his cock past Tadashi’s lips. “Just like that, good.” Kei’s voice is monotonous, if only a bit condescending. “Keep that hole nice and tight for me.”

You watch Tadashi shiver as he drinks up every single word. Tadashi has been on the reciprocating end of Kei’s smart mouth before, but not like this. Even the last time he was in this room with the two of you, the directions that he was following only affected himself. Tadashi knows how poor he’s been at pleasing you in the past and he really just wants to be good, wants to listen and learn.

Kei shallowly thrusts in and out of Tadashi’s mouth, the head of his cock repeatedly slipping past Tadashi’s wet lips. “Use that slutty fucking tongue, Tadashi. You’re not doing anything, just sitting there getting railed, the least you could do is move your tongue.” Kei lets his head fall back, something evidently changing in the technique that Tadashi is using. “Good.”

The more that Kei seems to be enjoying it, the deeper his thrusts go, the faster his pace. It doesn’t take long for Kei to start using Tadashi like he uses you. If Tadashi didn’t look like he was enjoying himself as much as he did, pushing back onto your cock, whimpering and gagging around Kei’s, you would have stopped and taken his place.

He couldn’t make you come for years, even as you tried to guide him, begged him as you cried out instructions, but there was something so different about the way he’s going down on Kei.

You had directed him in the past, nudged his face where you wanted it to be, wrapped your legs around his neck to pull him deeper, but none of it mattered. He just couldn’t make you come.

But there was something so distinctly different about the way Kei was treating Tadashi. There was no begging or asking, and directing wasn’t the right word, neither was guiding. Kei now has a commanding hold of Tadashi’s face, one hand on either side as he moves Tadashi’s mouth up and down his cock. His hips are still, letting Tadashi’s head bob through the complete motion.

When Kei’s methods catch your eye, you can’t help but stop to take it in, no longer watching the ripples in his skin as your hips meet his ass, now watching it unfold from this angle, from behind Tadashi, your cock engulfed by his tight hole.

Kei’s long fingers bracket Tadashi’s face, pushing into his jaw, neck, cheek, wherever he could reach, and wherever he needed to adjust to get the most perfect angle. It’s mesmerizing.

And it’s so different from the way he handles you. Sometimes he holds your face like that, moves you so agonizingly slow on his length that your throat will hurt for days after, but there’s always an amount of trust.

This in front of you? The way that Kei is so meticulously moving Tadashi, the way that he’s leaving nothing up to assumption or interpretation, this is Kei teaching.

He’s wordless about it, doesn’t teach Tadashi through verbal instructions or lengthy explanations, he just shows him exactly what he wants. It’s almost more condescending than if Kei was talking down to him in a way, like he’s too stupid to understand what he means, so he can only show him.

You don’t think Tadashi catches this or thinks this far or has any thoughts at all right now other than controlling his breathing and every single muscle in his mouth and throat. It’s not a normal state of being, you know that well.

You catch a glimpse of Kei’s face, manage to pull your attention away from the thick cock splitting Tadashi open and Kei’s strong hands on Tadashi’s jaw. His face is strewn with pleasure and concentration. You don’t normally get to watch Kei from this angle nor this intently. You watch his eyebrows furrow together, his jaw clench between slow exhales, his features soften and his eyes flutter close every once and awhile. You’re cursing yourself for never having filmed the two of you having sex. You would watch this on repeat if you could.

“Kei,” you breathe, ready to repeat yourself on account of how quiet his name is in comparison to the lewd sounds that are bouncing off the walls. Kei looks up at you immediately with an air of confusion, waiting for another command or instruction. When nothing else comes, he doesn’t break eye contact like you thought he might. He’s not paying attention to Tadashi save for the mindless thrusting. “God, you look so good right now.”

He clicks his tongue at the compliment, shaking his head a small amount before returning his focus, looking back down almost quick enough to hide the subtle blush on his cheekbones. You don’t force him to look back at you, though you know that you could, but you still want to have some sort of contact with him. You are becoming increasingly aware of how much you want to be where Tadashi is and how much you want to feel Kei’s skin on yours.

Tadashi’s voice pulls you out of it, the repetition of your name that follows his gasping for air. “Want, want to- So good- Need to come,” Tadashi manages to get out in between harsh swallows and intakes of air.

“Not yet.” It comes out of your mouth without any thought and you realize why Kei does this so often. The sense of power that comes alongside controlling Tadashi’s orgasm is mindblowing. Even if he came right now, didn’t listen to you at all, you would have rode this high for weeks.

Tadashi does listen, though. He whimpers a small okay before Kei starts using his throat again. You claw your fingernails into his hips, pressing hard enough to leave small indents in his soft skin, and you pull him onto your cock to match your thrusts. “Look at that, see, you didn’t need to cum, not yet, Dashi, being such a good boy.”

Kei only gets to fuck Tadashi’s throat for a few moments before Tadashi is pulling away once again. “I- I can’t hold it any longer, please,” Tadashi’s voice cracks as he begs. “Please.” You pull out in one motion leaving Tadashi gaping and empty in front of you.

“Then come, Tadashi,” you say in a tone that is eerily as condescending as Kei’s. You run your hands down Tadashi’s side, grabbing onto his ass and spreading him open as wide as you can. “If you can’t hold it, then cum.”

Tadashi is thrusting into the air. “I- I can’t.”

“You’ve come without touching yourself before,” your voice is stern but steady at first, but as you keep thinking about it, there is a simmering underlying anger that is emerging. “Sat right there on the corner of the bed and came in your pants like a pathetic little cuck.”

You grab Tadashi by the shoulder, flipping him over onto his back. “Kei, pillow under his head so he can look at me while I’m fucking talking to him.” Kei doesn’t hesitate for a second, puts the pillow underneath Tadashi’s head so that his line of sight is directly at your face, eyes narrowed as you continue.

“When no one is paying attention to you, when you’re watching your ex get railed and satisfied in a way that you never could, you lose your mind. You’ll shoot your load, make a fucking mess all over yourself, but when I’m here giving you everything that you could ever want, you can’t fucking come?”

You positioned yourself between Tadashi’s legs, the head of the dildo grazing his hole. “What? When Kei tells you to do it you can, but when I tell you to come after pounding my fat fucking cock in and out of you, you can’t? Do you know how fucking pathetic that is?”

Tadashi’s chest is rising and falling faster, his breath is labored and he’s not breaking eye contact with you. You can tell just how close he is.

“I won’t tell you again. Instead, I’ll just fucking leave. Come. Now.” You wrap your hand around his throat, leaning your weight into your grip as his face scrunches up in ecstasy. His lips are moving, but no sound is coming out and only when you ease up on your grip can you hear the gratitude that he’s repeating in between the grunts.

His come spills from the head of his cock, lazily dripping down the sides of his rock hard erection and down his twitching balls. He’s struggling to keep his hands at his side and not jerk himself off through his orgasm.

“Is that all it took?” you scoff, pressing the head of the dildo against his asshole, catching some of his come as it drips down. “Still hard though, right, Dashi? Still want to get fucked?” You don’t give him time to answer before pushing your hips forward, slowly spearing him with your cock as tears fall from his eyes.

“Yes, fuck, please, I want to come again,” Tadashi begs, eyes not leaving yours.

“Greedy,” you shake your head, but you can’t hide your smirk as you pick up the pace. In this position you get to watch his face as you ruin him. The tears that are running down his face, wetting his cheeks and long lashes, just make it that much hotter. His cock is slapping against his stomach as thrust in and out of him.

It doesn’t take long before his breaths are closer together, back is arching, hips rolling, and he’s nodding in your direction. “I- I’m already so close. Can- I need- I want-.”

“What do you want? Tell me and I’ll give it to you. You’ve been so good, came for me without anything but my voice, took Kei’s cock so well, just tell me what you want,” you say.

No one has touched his cock all night, covered in his own come, violently twitching against himself as it slaps against his stomach.

His eyes are screwed shut, thrusting up into nothing, consequently fucking himself on your cock, you’re sure that he’s going to ask to touch himself. In your mind, there’s no other option, nothing that he would feel comfortable enough asking for.

It leaves his mouth so confidently. He trusts you so much, knows that you wouldn’t have said it if it wasn’t true, so he asks for exactly what he wants and he’s so assured as he does.

“Want Tsukki’s mouth on my cock.”

You look up to see Kei’s reaction, refuse to do it if there is any sort of discomfort or distaste, but there’s nothing of the sort. He gives a short nod, a nod that Tadashi is too fucked out to notice. You don’t slow your pace or allow a falter in your rhythm as you watch Kei climb onto the bed. He’s gentle as he takes Tadashi’s cock into his mouth, captures the head first, swirling his tongue around the tip before taking the entire length. Kei doesn’t seem to struggle much, easily takes it to the base.

Tadashi is surprised despite the fact that he’s the one that asked for it so nicely. His eyes flutter shut, truly taking in every single feeling and sensation that is happening to him right now. Tadashi’s hips are thrusting up into Kei’s mouth now, moaning as he slides down Kei’s throat and then falls down onto your cock.

“Gonna- Can I? Please,” Tadashi can barely say more than two words at a time, but you know exactly what he’s asking for.

“Go ahead, Dashi, come, you deserve it.”

As soon as you say the word, he’s coming down Kei’s throat. You watch it drip from the corners of Kei’s mouth as Tadashi keeps thrusting desperately. Tadashi is thanking you and thanking Kei and mumbling other words that you can’t quite pick up. His hands are roaming, trying to find a place to land. One finds a spot lightly on Kei’s shoulder and you meet the other hand with your own, locking your fingers with his as he holds onto you through his orgasm.

Kei waits for Tadashi to calm down before pulling his head off of his cock. Kei wipes his lips and you can tell there's a smart comment that wants to come out so badly, but he doesn’t get the chance to say it.

“Thank you,” Tadashi says, eyes shutting every other second. You’re surprised that he’s still awake after two back-to-back orgasms like that. His eyebrows furrow and he perks up just a little bit, “but, wait, what about- what about you guys?”

You shake your head, carefully getting up from the bed, cautious not to disturb Tadashi as Kei gently positions him more comfortably in bed. You unbuckle the straps on your harness, taking it off and stepping out of it. You feel so light without the extra weight between your legs.

You manage to get in bed before Kei reaches for the covers and extra blankets. “This wasn’t about us,” you assure Tadashi. “Thank you for letting us in and for trusting us enough to do this again.” You feel the mattress dip behind you as Kei climbs underneath the covers he’s laid on top of the two of you.

In the morning there will be more to say, more conversations to be had, boundaries to set and feelings to talk out, but for now… for now you are happily in bed, surrounded and warm, and you know that your company is too.

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starsformyuniverse · 2 months

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|Reconciliation|Bokuto Kōtarō|

Synopsis: Y/n l/n and Bokuto live two completely different lives.Your settling down and in law school while he's still playing volleyball.With a shocking turn of events, will you two reconcile again?

|01: The first day of forever

12:00pm

*Deep breath* I can do this

1:00pm

He should be here soon.

1:15pm

He's a little late. No big deal...

2:00pm

He should have been here by now.

4:00pm

He's not coming, is he..?

You sighed deeply, taking the bottle of juice out of Oikawa's hands. You take a swing and gaze at the floor with tear-stained eyes. Today was supposed to be perfect; you were supposed to get married and spend the rest of your life with your fiancé, (F/N).Now that plan has gone to shit, he left you at the altar. The asshole didn't even bother to tell you face-to-face. You could have gone home or gone to a friend's house, but part of you thought maybe he would have a change of heart and come running back and marry you anyway. But he never did, and he never will. Did he even want to marry you in the first place? You weren't entirely sure, but you knew you had to pull yourself together. Not right now, but you will have to eventually.

"Hey..N/n. Look, I'm really sorry for how this day has turned out." Your best friend, Oikawa, frowns at you. "No, it's fine. I have suspected this. He's been acting weird lately, anyway." You explained, checking the clock.Truth be told, he has been acting weird lately. He would come home late, not text back at all, and not even be there when you were there. You thought maybe he was doing extra planning and did not want you to know. You knew deep down the truth—you knew he was cheating but was deep in denial until today.

5:15pm

You grimaced at the time. Was it that late already? You weren't really sure what to do. You could go home and confront him, or you could go with your friend back to his place. Both plans weren't going to work. Oikawa, who flew out for this special day.He had to fly back the next day for a tournament in Argentina, and you shared an apartment with your fiancé. Or x fiancé now.

"You did?" He asks, turning to you, shocked as he puts down the bottle of juice next to him.

You nodded. His phones have been pinging a lot, and he hasn't even been around as much," you tear up.You wish you figured it out sooner, or at least believed your gut beforehand.

He raises an eyebrow and frowns. "Why did you want to marry him then?" Oikawa knew you loved this guy, and the fact that this guy did this to you hurt him. He loved you to death and wanted you too be happy.

"I don't know. I thought maybe if I still married him, it'd work. I guess not. He still ran off." You shrugged and were completely done talking about this subject. He noticed your reaction and decided to say something else.

"Maybe, just maybe, in a way, it's good?" He asked, unsure of your reaction. Don't get him wrong; he liked the guy at first. But now he was glad you didn't get married.

"Maybe. I'm kind of glad I didn't get married. Though. " You admit and smile a little as you look at him. "Really?" Tooru was shocked and smirked. "Yeah. I loved him and all, but... I didn't love him as much as I thought."You explain as Oikawa cuts in, laughing, "As much as you loved Kotaro?" It was not a shock. You and Bokuto dated in high school, and everyone thought you two would end up together. You grew up, graduated, and moved on. But as much as you try to deny it, everyone knew. They knew you never really got over him.

"You might be right, but I will never see him again."

A/N: The original story is mine too on my other account!!Anyways I hope you guys liked the first part !! I have more chapters ready <33

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kawaiianimekitten · 1 year

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Masterlist

Mha

Tamaki Amajiki-

Protective! Naga! Amajiki

Summery: Tamaki sends Mirio to keep you company while he goes to go something, but it doesn't go correctly.

Cheater! Tamaki Amajiki

Aftermath

Spoiled (soft yandere)

You refuse to sleep

You get hurt while training (short)

Bedtime (soft yandere)

Lazy day

Headcannons-

Some cute Tamaki headcannons

More Tamaki headcannons

Mentally ill reader

Bakugou Katsuki-

Yandere Bakugou - Safe

Summery: Bakugou babies you a lot, but finally gives you a chance to escape

Bakudeku x reader

Yandere bakudeku x reader

Fatgum agency-

Reader who acts a lot like amajiki who is loud and chaotic once comfortable headcannon

More headcannons of the one above this

Big three

Big three with a Tamaki like reader headcannons

Haikyuu

Kei Tsukishima

Cute Tsukishima headcannons

Obey Me

Lucifer-

He scares you/ accidentily-ish makes you fear him pt 1 pt 2

Mammon-

He scares you/accidentally-ish makes you fear him

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Here's everything I've wrote so far

Requests are open, if anyone has anything they want written ❤️

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years

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Being Karasuno's Manager

Miss Manager in a Polyship with the First Years

Kageyama, Hinata, Tsukishima and Yamaguchi featuring Karasuno x second year fem! Manager

Warnings: light Swearing, I kept it PG and wholesome 🥰

A/N: ahhh this is the first of our second round of requests and the first of the pride series!!! This is an Anon request!

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Attention everyone 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻

That means you YN-

I think I speak for all of us when I ask 👀

Are you doing ok? Like seriously

YN I love you but you do realize what you are getting yourself into right?

What being the manager for Karasuno wasn't enough of a challenge 😅

Seriously you absolutely angel, thank you for taking this on so yours truly could write it

Everyone remembers the scene where Tanaka first saw Kiyoko right?

👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻

That's the energy you gave the first day our precious bbys laid their eyes on you 😍

Seriously being all adorable and you think they wouldn't notice 🙄

Anyways, it's safe to say Hinata and Kags immediately stopped fighting

Tsukishima, for once, had absolutely nothing to say

And Yamaguchi, well he just stared 😳

Now these boys didn't act like a complete fool like Tanaka ok

Honestly they are fools everyday so no need to step their game up 🤚🏻

Anyways, you run into the gym to greet everyone and you smile as you see the precious first years 🥺

How freaking CUTE ARE THEY!!!

Tanaka and Noya instantly notice the first years staring at you

Defensive IMMEDIATELY

"Hey 🙅 stop looking at our precious YN!"- Tanaka, blocking their view

"Our YN is to gorgeous for the eyes of commoners"- Noya

Please smack them 🤚🏻

Oop- Ennoshita beat you to it YN gotta be faster 😅

"Noya, Tanaka knock it off!!! Hi there I'm YN, I'm the second year manager! It's really nice to meet you"- you 🤗

Hinata 👉🏻😲

Tsukishima 👉🏻😶

Yamaguchi 👉🏻😰

Kageyama 👉🏻 "HI IM TOBIO KAGEYAMA AND YOU ARE SO PRETTY"

🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

Please we all saw how blunt he was with Ushijima, would you expect anything less

"Leave YN alone Crappy-Yama! Like she'd ever want to associate with a tyrant like you!"- Hinata

"You wanna say that to my face! Oh wait, your too short"- Kageyama

"Like she'd ever want to deal with the likes of two idiots"- Tsukishima

Please Yams is still just staring at you

"You guys are cute"- you say giggling and skipping away

Honestly YN say less 🤚🏻

After your introduction to the boys, it essentially becomes a game of "who can grab YN's attention more"

"YN come watch me get this receive"- Hinata readying himself

"Why would YN want to watch you get hit in the face again?"- Tsukishima 🤨

"Hey YN can you help me with my serves?"- Yamaguchi

"No YN is helping me with my sets!"- Kags shouts

"YN seriously get a handle on things now!"- Daichi

You 👉🏻 🧍‍♀️ 😐

Eventually you get into a rhythm with the boys, who Daichi put you in charge of

You help Kags with his sets, Tsukishima with blocking, Yamaguchi with serving and Hinata with literally everything 😅

It's no wonder that you start to develop feelings for each on of them

You start hanging out with them together and seperate

You'd walk home with Hinata and Kags every night

Trying to keep them from killing each other 😅

Success rate ~75%

You'd have lunch with Tsukishima and Yamaguchi everyday

Not to mention your random trips to the vending machine wirh Kageyama

Your trips to Grandpa Ukai's with Hinata

And your support for Tsukishima with the third gym squad

Seriously, Kiyoko and Yachi had it easy compared to you YN 😅

But no matter what, you couldn't help but care for them all

You knew they all liked you, I mean seriously YN they aren't quiet about it

"YN I LIKE YOU ALOT"- Kageyama

"YN you are so special to me"- Yamaguchi

"YN your the best! I care about you so much!"- Hinata

"You're tolerable YN"- Tsukishima

And you had feeling for all of them

But 👀 there was just no way you could choose

Seriously I don't blame you at all 🥲

You've developed a close relationship with each one and even together

So one day, when your mopping about, Noya and Tanaka come to check on you

"YN HAS SOMEONE HURT YOU?"- Tanaka, panicking

"Was it that annoying guy from Johzenji? I'll kick his-" Noya.

"No no, I'm fine guys just conflicted"- You, sighing

"Run the meaning of conflicted by me again YN"- Tanaka

You 👉🏻😐😐😐

"She's confused! Right YN"- Noya

You 👉🏻😐 yep

"See and Ennoshita says I wasn't smart"- Noya

"I never said that. I said 'if youd use your brain in school as much as you do on the court you wouldnt have issues'"- Ennoshita says walking by

"Same thing"- Noya

N E WAYS

"So what are you so congested about YN?"- Tanaka

"Conflicted... conflicted!"- Noya

You 👉🏻 🤨how did these two make it to high school?

"So I have some guy issues..."

Triggering words YN 😬

"Boy? As in males?"- Tanaka

You👉🏻yes

"Issues? As in more than one?"- Noya

You 👉🏻 yes 😶

Tanaka and Noya just sare at you for a second, then it happens

"YN LIKES BOYS!!"- Tanaka 😱😱😱

"THIS DAY CAME WAY TO SOON"- Noya 😭

Please Ennoshita, Kinoshita and Narita just stare 😐

"THEY GROW UP SO FAST!"- Tanaka, seriously crying an entire river

"IS SHE EVEN OLD ENOUGH TO HAVE BOY PROBLEMS?"- Noya

"Well she's the same age as you idiots so yes"- Narita

"Can I tell you guys or am I just going to have to deal with this myself??"- You, angry bby

Ennoshita clamps his hands over Tanaka and Noya's mouths

"Proceed YN"- Kinoshita

"So I like these guys, and I know they like me..."

Go on 👀

"But how do I choose? I like them all but in different ways! And I can't see being with one and not the others!"- you, dramatically collapsing on the table

"Have you told them this YN?"- Narita

Ennoshita is still holding Tanaka and Noyas mouths closed 🤚🏻

Out here doing God's work istg-

"I mean, how do you tell 4 guys you like them all and that you can't just date one of them??"- you, panicking at the disco

"Just be honest YN, that's all you can do. And if they don't like you, then they don't deserve you"- Ennoshita

You sigh as you resign yourself to the fate of coming clean

You decide to do it on your walk home with the boys

Once a week you walk home with all 4 of them, giving you the perfect opportunity to spill your guts

Once you pass Ukai's store you let it go

You stop, turn to face them and let it all out

"So I like all 4 of you but I can't possibly choose one of you over the other! There is just no way I could do that!"- you

Kags and Hinata 👉🏻😐😐

Tsukishima 👉🏻🤨

Yamaguchi 👉🏻👀

"And I know you guys like me but I can't go out with one of you knowing that I like all 4 of you alot! It just wouldn't be fair"- you 🥲

"Uhh Yn-" Kags

"Shh Tobio I'm not done yet"- you

"YN listen"- Yamaguchi

"Tadashi- just a minute, I need to say this! I care about all of you and just want to be wirh you. But I can't just be with one of you!"- you say sighing and deflated

"YN-" Hinata

"Sho please 🤚🏻 and now that I've said my peace, I'll leave you alone"- you say turning around, tears building ad you prepare to walk away

"YN you're a dumbass"- Tsukishima

You stop 🧍‍♀️ and turn to see all 4 boys looking at you, smiling

"YN we know you like all of us and we all like you"- Kageyama

"Yeah so we've decided instead of fighting for you, we'd all like to date you"- Hinata

"Well to the technical, you and Kageyama already fought may times over YN"- Yamaguchi

"Hey shut it!"- Kageyama

"🙄 YN maybe you should reconsider dating Kageyama and Hinata"- Tsukishima

You 👉🏻🥲 you- you guys really mean that 🥺🥺

"YN we know you can't choose and we'd never make you. It's not fair!"- Hinata

You👉🏻 really 🥺

You run up to each of them and hug them, kissing their cheeks sweetly!

"You guys are the best! I have the cutest boyfriends ever "- you say, standing back from them 🥰

Thus begins your polyship 💁‍♀️

I won't lie YN, it takes some work

Please when Kageyama and Hinata go on their two week friendship hiatus, it's awkward

But you figure out a great schedule that works well for you and you boys

Everyday, you walk to school with with you boys and home

You stop at Ukai's store and help them study

Please they need all the help they can get and Yachi can only do so much 🤚🏻

Heck you all even have an adorable group chat 🥺😍

Which will come in handy 👀

Because our precious YN has been asked to be a manager at the first year training camp with Tsukishima 🙌🏻

Please Tsukki is SO freaking smug 😏

"Why can't YN come with to the Team Japan Youth training?"- Kageyama

"Because she wasn't invited Kageyama"- Suga

"So what? I could smuggle her in!"- Kageyama

"She will be busy enough with me at the training camp"- Tsukishima

"I'm happy for you YN but I'll miss you"- Yamaguchi 🥺

"Oh bby- I'll miss you too"- you say hugging Yams

"What the hell Yn? I'll be in Tokyo! You'll just be at Shiratorizawa!"- Kageyama our jealous boi

"Is someone jealous Tobio?"- you 🙃

"YeAh ToBiO"- Tsukishima 😝

Surprisingly Hinata says nothing

That's odd, that's strange 🤨

And you only figure out why when you enter the first year camp to see Hinata next to Tsukishima

You go through a range of emotions

You👉🏻 😃😐🙁😠

Please you are so mad!

Daichi's lecture is nothing compared to a YN lecture 😅

Plus Tsukishima is MAD

He wanted time with just you but nope

Despite the setback, training camp goes relatively well

Or at least you THINK it does 🙃

Unfortunately you not only are dating 4 dummies BUT they are protective as well

In fact, here's a sneak peek into daily chats with your 4 knuckle heads 🙄

Please this is the entire camp YN

And when you get back, Kageyama and Yamaguchi partially maul you with hugs, cheek kisses and tons of love 🥰

"YN never leave me again!"- Kageyama

"You left for Tokyo Tobio"- you 😐

"Next time you're coming with me!"- kags

"What makes you think you are going back?"- Hinata 🤨

"I know I am idiot"- Kageyama

"YN next time you can just stay here with me"- Yams

"She was fine with me"- Tsukki

"AND ME"- hinata

"Jesus YN look what you did now"- Daichi

You👉🏻🧍‍♀️ 😐 IM LITERALLY JUST EXISTING

"Too much YN reign it in"- Suga 🙃

Sorry YN, this is your life 🤣

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hangezen · 2 years

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haikyuu boys as different types of kisses

content : contains atsumu, oikawa, and tsukishima. a bit suggestive on atsumu’s and oikawa’s, but other than that it’s mostly sfw. gn!reader.

jade’s notes : i suddenly came up with this idea and i just had to write about it :]

atsumu is a french kiss. atsumu is always craving more of everything. he always craves you. he won’t settle for a little peck, even if both of you are in public. he just loves you so much, he needs to constantly kiss you. his kisses are passionate, warm, and slightly cocky. you both feel the world stop when both of you kiss, no matter how many times you both have. make-out sessions with the blond usually have steps: they start off with a peck, then a deep kiss, then a slightly more desperate deep kiss. after coming home from a long and exhausting day of practice a make-out session is desperately needed.

the first thing atsumu did when he got home from practice was drop his bag on the floor, snake his hands through your waist, and pull you closer to him. “‘tsumu, you’re sweaty” you complained. “i missed you so much babe,” he said, giving you a peck on the lips, “can’t help it.” you returned the kiss that quickly turned into a make-out session. you placed your hands on your boyfriend’s broad shoulders as it progressively kept getting more intense. both of you got lost in the exchange of strong, yet loving kisses. “you forgot to close the door” you said, giggling lightly. “did you seriously break our make-out session to close the door?” he said. “of course not. i broke it because you need to shower.” “fine. but we’re finishin’ this later, got that baby?”

tsukishima is a forehead kiss. his excuse for mostly giving you forehead kisses is the fact that he’s very tall. the truth (that he will never confess) is that his heart melts every time he looks at you after giving you his favorite type of kiss; your cheeks flushed and eyes filled with love. he loves giving you forehead kisses, but will gladly kiss you on your lips if you asked him although he might tease you a little.

you clinged onto your boyfriend’s arm as you walked down the street of your home. the sun was setting and the sky was painted a beautiful orange. tsukishima was talking about an annoying new boy at the museum while you listened him mutter the most gruesome and vile insults known to man against this poor boy. “have you considered the fact that he’s just trying to make friends?” you responded. he looked at you with widened eyes. “y/n, he thinks he knows more about dinosaurs than me. he said that to my face. we will be enemies until i die.” both of you arrived to your apartment shortly after that. you waited in front of your door for your boyfriend to give you your common forehead kiss, but he just kept staring at you. you started blinking in hopes for him to notice, but to no avail. “why are you looking at me like that” he said. you scoffed. “remind me why i’m dating you again?” you responded. “let’s see: i’m amazing, i’m tall, and i love you.” “did you just admit to having a crush on me?” tsukishima rolled his eyes and gave you his signature forehead kiss. you smiled at him, making him smile too. “love you, kei” you said, while entering your apartment. “love you the most, idiot.”

oikawa is a neck kiss. so simple, yet so deadly. everyone knows that oikawa’s charisma is god tier, but his kisses are addictive. they’re soft but leave this unexplainable attraction, resulting in wanting more. he loves kissing you anywhere, but his #1 kiss has to be the neck kiss. not only does he love giving them because he knows what he’s doing, he loves seeing how much impact a simple kiss on the neck has on you. it thrills him that his lips on your neck have an enchantment on you.

oikawa was relaxing on your shared bed while you did your skincare routine in the bathroom. you heard a dramatic sigh come from your boyfriend in your shared room, which you chose to ignore due to the fact you were still midway through your nightly routine. not even thirty seconds pass and you heard the a dramatic sigh come from your boyfriend, again. you furrowed your eyebrows, irritated, and went on with your routine. you finished your routine and were gently drying your face when your boyfriend enters the bathroom and leans on the doorframe, sighing once again. “what is it, tooru?” you said, looking at him through your bathroom mirror. “i’m tired and want to cuddle” he says. he moves from the doorframe to behind you, putting his hands on your waist and resting his chin on your head. “i’m about to finish, give me a minute.” he moves his hands up and down your torso while he rested his chin on your head, his eyes closed. he then continues to move his face down to your neck and gently kissing it, the contact making your heartbeat accelerate. “i’m done.” “finally!” he regained his composure and grabbed your wrist, pulling you out of the bathroom and onto your bed for the cuddles he requested.

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samanthaa-leanne · 6 months

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The Enemy of My Brother Is My... Boyfriend? Tsukishima x Reader

Masterlist

Summary: YN Hinata is the twin sister of Shoyo Hinata. Where Shoyo is all rainbows and sunshine YN is thorns and storm clouds. YN picks on Hinata any chance she gets. Why? Because of how easy it is & that’s the only way she knows how to show her love. She’d never allow anyone else to treat Shoyo the way she does though. That is until the tall and handsome Tsukishima Kei enters her life and makes it a point to go against her wishes. Why does it always have to be the hot ones?

Pairings: Tsukishima x Reader

Status: Ongoing

Warnings: Language, angst, & 17+ memes

Updates: When I Can

Preview

Introductions

One: Idiot Twin

Two: RIP Tsukishima

Three: The Confrontation

Four: The Bet

Five: You Messed With The Wrong Girl

Six: The Result Are In

Seven: Chaos Is Coming

Taglist: Open {25/50} please send an ask to be added to the taglist

#tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei #haikyuu smau #kei tsukishima #haikyuu social media au #Haikyuu x reader #samanthaa-leanne #haikyū!!#tsukishima x y/n #hq tsukishima #hq tsukki #hq smau #social media au

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snazzyturtles · 7 months

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“Backseat Lover”

pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4

tsukishima x f!reader, nsfw, mdni

you and tsukishima have hated each other since the minute you moved into the house across the street from his. but when his car breaks down on the ride home, and you're stuck with him for the night, things are bound to happen

wc: 4.1 k

tw: enemies to lovers, dacryphilia, gagging, biting, unprotected, semi-public sex, dirty mouth tsukki, creampie, miscommunication/light angst, semi-dubcon (tsukki asks, yn never verbally says yes, but yn also doesn’t say no), pet names (pipsqueak, crybaby, cutie, baby, little slut)

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧

after tsukishima left the note on your desk, he hurriedly walked towards the volleyball club room. trying to pretend like you weren't the one always in his mind, and he was actually trying to act like his old self, but he just couldn’t. he was starting to feel weird not being around you as much as his mind and body were aching to. please don't be upset… please don't be angry… please don't hate me.

you picked up the note and read his words. ‘meet me in the club room, -kei’

he was calling for you, he wanted to see you in public, and he wanted you to talk to him. you walked towards the volleyball gym, turning towards the club room door and taking a breath before you knocked.

"kei? what do you want?”

the door opened and you found yourself looking up at tsukishima, and you suddenly felt somehow even smaller, almost scared. you didn't know what to do. you thought you had agreed that morning to pretend like nothing happened between you while you were in public, but now?

he looked down at you from the open door and your eyes met. he felt the same as you, slightly shivering in anticipation and fear. you agreed to not do anything, but he couldn't just forget what happened that night. she hates me... i guess she regrets this… but i don’t. i messed everything up...

"pipsqueak..." he sounded a little worried. "i want to talk to you. i have... something to tell you. i'm sorry, please don't hate me. please, just let me talk and listen to me.”

"i-i thought we agreed to act like how we used to during school hours...” you were confused as to why he suddenly wanted to talk in private, and you didn't know what he'd be wanting to say.

"we agreed to that, but you see... i just can't forget all those times that we kissed, that night we slept together, or how amazing i felt holding you. i don't want that to be forgotten...'' he took a deep breath, he was trying to find the right words to say. "and i want it to happen again. now. i-i want to be in love with you, i want you to be in love with me." he said, his skin red and his heart beating too fast to be considered normal. he felt anxious.

tsukishima stared into your eyes for a minute before exhaling hard, grabbing the front of your sweater, and pulling you through the club room doorway. he shut the door hard behind you, pinning you against the wall and bending down to get closer. his heartbeat was accelerating, and he was staring at you, your beautiful eyes, your pink lips. your faces were almost touching, and you could feel his breath on your mouth.

why is he doing this? you had agreed to act like neither of you was in love with the other. now you're stuck, glued to the club room wall like this with him. what is he doing? you put your hands on his arms in an attempt to try and distance yourself from him so you could breathe again, but he kept holding you against that cold door.

he suddenly leaned down quickly, smashing his lips against yours in an attempted move of emotion. the kiss was more fiery than the ones from the previous nights, and you felt like you couldn't breathe. you could tell how much he wanted you, and even though you had been trying so hard to suppress it all week, you realized you wanted him too. your hands reached up and gripped onto his shoulders as you kissed him back, standing on your tiptoes to be able to reach his lanky height.

tsukishima noticed your struggling quickly, reaching behind your back and under your ass to lift you by your thighs and pin you to the wall, your legs and arms now wrapped around his waist and shoulders.

this kiss was different- even though all the kisses before were nice, that one right there felt incredible to him. he felt like he was home, and it was feeling like you weren't just any girl, but you were his girl. your body was wrapped around his and he loved the feeling of your shared heat so much. he could tell that you wanted him. you kissed him back, but this was more, much more. he didn't even know if he should say anything, he felt like he shouldn’t, but he needed to talk to you. "we're not done yet, pipsqueak.” he murmured at you under his breath, starting to kiss you more aggressively.

you gasped at his words, and he took this as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss and making you moan loudly. he was done with acting, he was done with babying you, following those requests, and acting like you wanted him to. you were going to do all the things he wanted this time. he didn't care about your whining, he didn't care that his aching arms were the only thing keeping you from falling, he had to show you how much he wanted you. he shoved his tongue deeper into your mouth, kissing you more and more aggressively and passionately. he wasn't going to stop.

his strong arms had you pinned to the wall, holding you up with your legs wrapped tightly around his waist so you couldn't move. it was hot, passionate, and seductive. your moans became louder, more constant. everything around you seemed to disappear, and all you could feel and sense was him. his body heat was scalding your skin, and you could feel him throbbing against your thigh.

your lips were starting to become red- he was biting on your lips and tugging the skin with his teeth, just so you could feel him even more in that kiss. making his mark. you pulled away for a second to catch your breath, but instead of letting you leave, he pulled you back in, shoving his tongue even deeper in your mouth.

the feeling was incredible, and he felt like he had a deep need to do this to you. it was his end goal that he was going to make you feel good, and you didn't know what you were getting yourself into. he separated from your mouth for a second, moaning out the words "need you" before shifting his hands to toy with the bottom of your skirt.

"baby..." he bit his lips. tsukishima’s mind only focused on you. his heart was beating out of his body, and he couldn't personally believe what he wanted to do to you. he was trying to keep himself from doing anything inappropriate, but all that kissing got him really excited. "tell me to stop." he whispered. if you said that, the last part of him would come apart and die. he wanted to do this with you right now, to just stop holding himself together. you could feel the obvious bulge pressing against your panties, confirming how much he wanted you.

you don't respond, simply staring into his cold, gold eyes and reaching down to fidget with the top button of his uniform pants. you didn't want him to stop, you wanted him then and there, no matter what the outcome. the only sound that left your mouth was a whimper, peering into his eyes with an innocent look of want.

he stared back at you and smiled, your eyes seeming to tell him you wanted this. he looked down to see you undoing the top button on his uniform, and it made him shake like a leaf. you were going to commit the biggest sin, one that you couldn't go back from. "oh baby…" he kissed you on the lips again, making sure you knew he was about to do something so risqué and potentially shameful for both of you if you got caught. "be quiet... don't make a sound or you're going to regret it. i’ll stop if you tell me to stop, okay pipsqueak?”

"i-i won’t make noises. i promise, kei,” you whispered out. he nodded and began to lower his uniform trousers and boxers, releasing his cock. you could see it between your legs when you looked down, the tip red, swollen, and leaking. it made a whimper escape your throat as you unconsciously clenched your pussy, squeezing your legs tighter around his waist.

"my baby..." he whispered back to you, he liked it when you called him by his name. and as he was getting ready to go even further than you already had, he was excited, and he could see that you looked excited as well. your body wanted him, he was sure of that.

“you’re doing all this so willingly... you are insane pipsqueak,” he muttered to himself, but he liked that about you. you were not like any other girl he'd ever seen or been with. you wanted him, and you weren't pretending that you didn’t. it was making his heart swell the more he thought about it and the further this went.

tsukishima reached under your skirt to grab at the fabric of your panties, ripping them aside so he could line his dick up with your entrance, smearing his pre across your folds. the feeling made you gasp in anticipation of what he’d do next- your body was fully in his control and the suspense was torture. pulling your hips lower, he suddenly pushed up, sheathing himself fully in your pussy with one strong thrust. the sharp stinging feeling that spread through your core from his actions made you have to bite back a loud groan of pain and pleasure. "y-yes kei…"

“oh baby…" he was blushing, your willingness making him feel like you were already one. you wanted this, and you wanted this so bad that you were even moaning already. he knew you liked him, and you knew what you had done that night, but he had been too scared of going further. this confirmed it for him though. “i like to do things my way though. i’m in control this time.”

your walls clenched around his cock at his words as he held onto your hips and slowly pulled back, only to quickly slam his length back into you as deep as possible. you were whining louder the more he moved, the sounds echoing around the walls of the club room. "p-please kei... d-don’t stop.” everything felt so good, giving you flashbacks to that first night in the car, but this was different, somehow even better.

she's out of her mind... she wants me and she's not afraid to show it. i think i’m gonna like this…

he kissed your lips, biting and pulling on the bottom lip until you let out a cry, gradually beginning to move his hips sharper with more impact. you were squeezing your eyes shut as tight as you could, constantly whimpering as he started bucking his hips harsher into your cunt, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust. you weren't stopping him, so he knew you wanted him to keep going, and for some reason, it was getting him more and more excited. “god, i love you pipsqueak." he moaned to you. he felt like you were becoming his property, his and his only. he watched as your body began shaking, sharp pants and whines leaving your lips as if you needed him, and he just couldn't bring himself to say no to you anymore.

"o-okay... i’m going to start going faster, just don't be too loud, okay cutie?" his face was blushing bright red, but he couldn't stop now. he was acting more intense this time compared to that night a few days ago, and you could see on his face that he was a little bit scared. scared you were going to scream like you did in the car. the idea of getting caught was making both of you feel anxious, and you could feel his heart beating strongly from where your chests were pressed together.

you nodded your head quickly, lifting the bottom of your shirt up to bite on it and muffle the noises that were escaping your mouth. when you stuffed your mouth with the fabric, it let him immediately see the most amazing sight a man could see. tsukishima was staring at your flushed, smooth skin, and it was so beautiful to him. he felt like he was seeing a goddess, and he loved seeing you so nervous. you obviously wanted him, and his whole body filled with lust at the view.

"keep biting on your shirt, you little slut..." he commanded as he continued pushing deep into your pussy, stretching it to fit his length. it felt perfect, like your body was made for him and only him.

listening to his words, you followed his commands and clenched your mouth tight. you knew you had been loud that night in the car, and considering how much rougher he was already acting today, you realized that you would undoubtedly be audible if somebody passed by the club room. you definitely couldn't be loud here. there was a big chance someone could hear and come to inspect the noises, and neither of you wanted that to happen. tears started to leak in the corners of your eyes as your teeth gripped your shirt tighter and tighter, grinding them as you squeezed your eyes shut. it felt so good, you couldn't stand it if he were to stop because of you.

"yeah, bite that shirt… i’m going to keep going and you won't be able to say a word about it." his words were more like orders at this point, sneering in your face as he got rougher and rougher. “fuck, you’re hot when you cry.”

if you were still pretending that you didn't care for each other, then he was going all the way in on the act. he could tell that you needed him, you wanted him. he didn't even question why at that point- he was just doing what he felt like doing to satisfy both of you. "buckle up crybaby, we're going to be like this for a long time." he chuckled, looking more confident and less pristine by the second.

tsukishima managed to somehow speed up even more, starting to go faster in his movements and making your whole body clench. a loud moan escaped your mouth, muffled by the shirt, but he could still hear it and it turned him on even more.

"mmm... i like hearing you moan like that." he continued his thrusts, slamming into your cunt faster and harder by the second. he couldn't stop, feeling as if he was in a trance from the warmth of your walls gripping his cock. you seemed to enjoy every second of this, louder whimpers slipping from your mouth from the pleasure, and that only made it better for him.

"what was that baby? i thought i told you that you shouldn't make any big sounds like that when i’m doing this, you might be too loud. do you want to get caught?” he laughed a little and kept thrusting harder. the actions were making your back rub up and down against the club room wall, messing up your hair and the back of your shirt, but neither of you cared. your minds were clouded and could only focus on each other.

he felt in that moment that he was the dominant in control, enjoying the sight of your pleasure-filled face lined with tears. "don't you dare let that shirt go, pipsqueak. don't say a word when i'm doing this to you okay? i'll stop if you say anything, and i don't think you'll like that." he was more demanding as his pace became faster and faster.

you were nodding your head quickly, your legs tightening around his waist where he held you. leaning your head back against the wall, your body starting to shiver. it was so good, and you could feel yourself tightening from the movements as the tears spilled down your cheeks.

"oh you like this, right? my little slut, such a fucking crybaby.” he sneered at you, but he knew you enjoyed it, your body shaking in pleasure. you couldn't keep calm and were getting more and more sensitive to his actions as he began running his fingers under your ass, teasing your other entrance. you couldn't help but tighten around him, his actions overstimulating you to the point of insanity.

"i've had you like this ever since i first met you, right pipsqueak? you've always wanted me, I just know it.” you could tell he was enjoying this too much, getting cockier by the second. he felt weird calling you pipsqueak when you were like this, but for some reason, it managed to turn him on even more.

suddenly everything in you squeezed, and you opened your mouth to silently yell, your mouth hanging open and the shirt falling from it as your cunt spasmed around his cock. you were shaking violently as your body suffered the most intense orgasm you could remember having, be he wasn't stopping. he wouldn't stop until he finished too.

tsukishima couldn't help himself but laugh when he saw how you reacted. he loved seeing your face right now, fucked dumb because of his dick. the excitement in your eyes, the way you were shaking. he felt in control of your body at that moment, making you act like that against your own will. at this point, he wasn't going to stop even if you said the words “want you to stop,” you wouldn't be here if you didn't want this to continue, right?

“i'm going to finish soon, baby, and i’m going to fill your cunt until your pussy is overflowing with my cum. you can't stop me.”

he was going faster and harder, he was enjoying it, seeing you this way as a babbling mess. he knew if you kept this going you would never come back to the way you were before, but he felt like he had to do this, that if he stopped now he’d regret it, and you weren't asking him to stop or slow down either.

"i told you it's my turn.” tsukki's grunts were becoming more constant, his voice gradually getting louder as his thrusts were becoming stronger and sharper, abusing your pussy and pounding as deep as he could reach.

"p-please kei…"

his eyes rolled back when he heard your tiny voice whining his name, and he pushed deep before his hips started stuttering and he groaned loudly. you could feel the ropes of his hot cum painting your walls white, filling you to the brim until your cunt felt practically swollen.

both of you were panting, and his forehead fell onto your shoulder as he tried to catch his breath. you stood there for a minute before he slowly lowered your bodies to the floor, still connected as you sat atop him. "k-kei..." you whispered out his name.

this girl, i love her. i can't stop now.

"baby.." he whispered to you. his eyes were still closed, and he could feel you holding onto his chest as your body quivered. it was all too much, but he enjoyed it, he enjoyed you and wanted to stay like this. "baby, i... i don't think i can move right now." he murmured to you. opening his eyes slowly, trying to look at you through his foggy glasses. he wanted you to keep holding him, wanted you to use each other as body pillows and stay like this for as long as possible.

you slowly tried lifting yourself off of him, feeling his softening member pull out and hearing the sound as it hit his tummy. your legs gave out and you stumbled, falling forward onto his chest. "i-i'm sorry.” your face was burning red as you looked to the side, face flushing as you felt his cum start to leak out of your pussy and onto his pelvis where you sat.

when tsukishima felt you fall on him, it made him let out a light laugh. "it's okay baby... i really enjoyed myself, and you liked this too, right? you wouldn't have acted like that if you didn't.” he was breathless, and he pulled you closer to his warm body, making it so your faces were centimeters apart and you could feel his breaths ghost your mouth as you stared up at him.

"we can sleep like this, you know, if you want…” he pulled his glasses off and looked down at you, so close to him as he took in the sight that graced him. your skin was red, blushing, and covered in sweat as your shaky breaths stuttered. your hair was a tangled mess, and with your clothes now wrinkled, it looked like you just rolled out of a dumpster. but in his eyes, you were even more beautiful than before.

"b-but don't we have to go back to class in a while? lunch break should end in a bit if it isn’t already over…” you were staring into his eyes, the realization of what just happened settling in your mind as you started to panic.

"one more minute, pipsqueak?" he asked for a second more, as his arm snaked around your waist, tightening and making you pull even closer to him. "just one more minute, okay? this feels too good to move, i like this feeling too much to get up right now.”

he couldn't believe that the girl sitting atop him was practically his at that moment. the girl that he hated and picked on and quarreled with for years. the girl that he took in the car a week ago, feeling like a one-night stand that’s suddenly spreading into something more. this girl, she's mine.

your eyes started darting between the door and his own eyes that stared up at you. looking at his fucked out face and hearing his response definitely took you by surprise.

"i-i thought you wanted us to be a secret. t-that we weren't going to tell anyone else or do anything too dramatic. it’s going to look suspicious if both of us are missing at the same time once class starts, they're going to t-think..”

your voice caught, and you couldn't figure out how you were feeling. you thought you had loved what the two of you had done while in the moment, but now it felt heavy in your head. you were definitely blessed that you were able to do this with him again, that he actually cared about you like that. but at the same time, you feared how others would react. how things might change, how the relationship between the two of you would be shifted and altered. everything was conflicting in your head and heart, and it was confusing.

"they can think whatever they want, baby. let them think i kidnapped you or something, i don't give a shit what they think. what i want is you, right now, on me. we are sleeping like this, it's my decision, and you can't do anything about it.” he kissed your forehead and squeezed you closer to him, implying he was done with the debate. he knew he was playing with you, messing with your feelings, but he didn't care. “you did like it, didn't you?”

“y-yeah" you whispered out.

he nodded his head before closing his eyes and shuffling into the carpeted floor, still squeezing you tight so you couldn't escape his hold. you could tell when he started to settle, his breaths slowing as he stopped moving. how could he be trying to sleep right now? you were going to be late, and you felt like this wasn't a good choice for either of you. but what could you do?

he began to fall asleep with you, right in the middle of the day, in the middle of the dirty floor of the karasuno volleyball club room. you had no choice but to subdue to his hold, your head on his chest, stuck in his tight grip. the more you thought of it to yourself, the more small tears slid from your eyes unwillingly, until you fell asleep with him on the rough floor of the club room.

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a/n: one more chapter to go! it should be up by next week so prep for that 😝😘

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diabolicalacid · 1 year

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月島蛍 — KOI WA EXPLOSION

— in which kei’s perfectly normal days are whipped into a relative mess when a feisty junior with a personality conflicting with his own, makes it her only goal during her highschool years to befriend the enigma that he truly is.

pairing : tsukishima kei x reader

genre : fluff, angst, slice of life

warnings : frequent use of strong language, bad humor

release date : mid 2023

updates : tbd

a/n : another brainless smau for another year.

profiles :

➵ yn’s troupe (toshi tolerates us)

➵ kei’s squad (the last 3 brain cells)

chapters :

➵ one

➵ two

➵ three

to be continued. . .

taglist : @wolffmaiden @m111nho @thechaosoflonging @captainquake42

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu smau #tsukishima x you #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima x y/n #tsukishima smau #tsukishima fic #suna smau #suna x reader #suna x you #suna x y/n #suna fic

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tetsvhoe · 3 years

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hi!! i've just read the seeing your toxic ex with kuroo and i was wondering if you could do a version of it with suna and tsukki?

SEEING YOUR TOXIC EX [2]

kuroo's part

bokuto, atsumu, and sakusa's part

iwaizumi, oikawa, and kageyama’s part

hinata, matsukawa, and osamu’s part

character/s: tsukishima kei x f reader ; suna rintaro x f reader

genre/s: fluff, comfort

warning/s: toxic, manipulative, emotionally abusive ex. mentions of cheating, not by reader or the boys!

gwen's notes 🤍: y'all this is my first request, i am so honored! tbh, i didn't really expect my first post would do as well as it did. i hope you like what i came up with mwah! 😭🤍

MASTERLIST | TAGLIST

tsukishima kei

you've been dying to see this new movie at the theaters, mostly because you missed the oddly comforting experience of going to the cinema.

you basically had to drag tsukishima out of the house to watch it with you (he loved going to theaters with you and having you cuddled up close to him while completely engrossed in the film, but he won't tell you that).

he had been in charge of acquiring the tickets and picking the best seats, you were in charge of the snacks.

you were struggling to balance the drinks, candies, and excessively huge tub of popcorn in your arms, intently focused on not spilling anything that you didn't notice your ex approaching you.

"all for you?" the voice caused your head to snap upwards, shocked written on your features even before you looked to see who it was. you already knew.

it took a moment for you to collect yourself, masking your surprise, and albeit a bit of fear, with a scowl. "actually, for me and my boyfriend," you spat, trying to swerve around him.

"aw c'mon. you couldn't have possibly replaced me that quickly." he took a step to block your way just as quickly, a wicked smirk on his face. "besides, i don't see anyone here."

"that's because he's getting us tickets dipshit get out of my��" you intentionally cut yourself off with a gasp that escaped your lips as he grabbed your arm, yanking you close.

"remember, no one could love you like i do, baby. you'll come running back to me soon enough when he breaks your heart."

you were struggling to wriggle out of his tightening hold, reeling away from his face much as you can. his words echoed in your mind, you tried to shake them off. you couldn't let him get to you, not again.

tsukishima's presence behind you put you out of your trance when you heard him tsk. your ex finally let you go and you stumble backwards to your boyfriend's chest. you let out a sigh of relief.

"she could have spilled those you know, she can be a bit of an idiot sometimes," he casually chimed, taking most of the snacks away from you. you frowned up at him, only to be met with a dismissive chuckle. "especially when she decided to date you as long as she did."

despite his teasing and nonchalant behavior, you didn't miss the way tsukishima stood taller than he usually did, shoulders broad, eyes narrowed, and his smirk menacing.

"are you trying to pick a fight?" your ex, fumed by tsukishima's daunts, took a step forward which only caused him to look smaller, funnily enough.

looking down on him, tsukishima muffled a 'pfft' to suppress his laugh. "you seriously do not have the facilities to try and act tough being built like that, you're not as intimidating as you think you look," he teased, pursing his lips to prevent a huge smirk forming on his lips.

"and you think you do?"

there was a moment of silence before your boyfriend bent down to his level, his voice low and cold as he said, "yes, if i wanted to. now if you excuse us we have a movie to catch."

he took your hand in his, the other one clutching your snacks and led you into the theater as your ex was left frozen in place.

"you better not let that ruin your whole mood for the day after you dragged me all the way here," he playfully remarked but when he noticed how your eyes were glued to the ground, he gave your hand a light squeeze. "i picked the best seats for us. oh and you won't make the same stupid mistake of dating idiots like that because you're stuck with me from now on," he grumbled, annoyed before kissing your cheek. yet when you finally looked up at him, he was hiding half his face over the collar of his hoodie. the bright tint of red at the tips of his ears gave him away.

suna rintaro

suna has been swamped with school work and training recently. you finally had a day to yourselves to catch up.

it was a lovely day at the park and he finally let you have an aesthetic picnic together. (he told you to lay off the tiktoks because you barely touched the frog cake you bought and all the other food, after taking a bunch of pictures).

he loved that you were so excited over it though, and thought the whole set up you prepared was cute. he also stocked on a new set of cute photos with you. definitely gonna post those on his highlights.

suna was rambling on about the latest gossip in his team, occasionally showing receipts of pictures and screenshots. you sat and listened intently, amused by your boyfriend's stories.

"oh i remember this one time when kita put the twins in time out that was hilarious," he recalled your chaotic friends from high school with a fond laugh.

he was scrolling through his loaded gallery when he noticed the sudden shift in your mood. suna caught the way your eyes skimmed behind him for a brief second, and your features instantly changed to a look of... anger? disgust? fear? he couldn't quite put a finger on it, but based on your reaction, he had a bit of an idea on what or who you saw.

your ex approached the two of you, and when he called out your name, suna's guess was confirmed even as he refused to turn around and look at him.

"ah! found it. look at this they were sat like this most of the training because–"

"can we talk in private?" your ex cut suna off, completely ignoring his existence and the way you shyed away from his gaze. you couldn't look either of them in the eye as you wanted to get out of there more than anything.

suna finally turned to look at your ex, an unimpressed look on his face. "excuse you i was talking can you not." he turned back to you, shoving his phone into your hands. you noticed how he scooched closed to and placed an arm behind you. "anyway as i was saying, tsumu was whining for hours–"

being interrupted for the second time, this time with a hand on his shoulder prying him away from you, suna glared up at your ex, heaving himself up from the ground and dusting himself off.

"i just wanted to talk to her," your ex reasoned, eyebrows raised.

"well i was talking to her first. say whatever it is you have to say right here and now and get lost." he comically faked a yawn, fanning a hand over his mouth and rolling his eyes.

your ex bitterly chuckled. "alright, whatever you say." he peaked over at where you were sat, blankly watching the scene unfold in front of you. "i was just wondering if you're the guy he cheated on me with."

your features instantly contort to that of pure shock and disbelief, mouth agape at his accusation. “excuse me you know damn well i never cheated on you, neither would i on anyone for that matter!” you exclaimed, furious.

he had a triumphant smirk as he mumbled to suna, “careful, man. she fools around with a lot of guys, based on my experience.”

you quickly jumped at your feet and stomped over to both of them, suna’s arm gently held you from getting any closer to your ex and gave you a semblance of calmness. “you mean my friends, genius? and don’t try to pin this on me you were the one cheating on me with multiple girls the whole time!” you were exasperated. to both your surprise, suna simply let out a low chuckle, shaking his head.

“do you usually project your own issues onto your partner? really, you were cheating the entire time and with that face?” suna began cackling uncontrollably, swaying your emotions. you held your own laughter back as he added, “man, i wish i had your confidence.”

finally letting out your own burst of laughter, you lightly slap suna’s arm while your ex stood there like a deer caught in headlights. he was utterly speechless and humiliated at your boyfriend’s taunts. being on the receiving end of suna’s insults, a cool, charismatic, attractive, and accomplished guy, was a huge blow to his ego. furious and embarrassed, the next best thing your ex thought to do (what he always did in your relationship, really) was to try and pick a fight with your boyfriend by shoving him, causing both your laughter to halt.

suna paused, when he finally looked up at him his eyes were cold and narrowed towards him. you cursed yourself for finding the way his tongue poked the inside of this cheek hot, given the situation. you anticipated his next words, the suspense he created was almost unbearable. instead, he only glanced at you and pulled you closer by the waist.

“come on, angel. let’s get out of here. the park suddenly smells a lot more like dog shit than it did earlier.” he glared at your ex as the last few words dragged out of his mouth.

“i would never give that prick the time of day,” suna scoffed and rolled his eyes as you both walked back to his car, blankets and baskets in your arms. “you shouldn’t either. i trust you and i know he put you through a lot of shit which makes it hard for you to trust me the same, but i’ll always be willing to reassure you as much as you need.”

there was a brief look of sincerity in his eyes making you want to tackle him to the ground in the middle of the park and smother him with kisses. it was short lived though as he quickly looked a way, a blush creeping on his cheeks. “...or whatever,” he mumbled trying to play it off, which only made you smile wider.

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