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☆ fix that attitude!

— a haikyuu fanfic // tsuikshima kei and you have never gotten along. never. but turns out, fucking each other is the solution to end your endless bickering? sorta.

synopsis: college au!! as the cheer captain for your college volleyball team, you were supposed to boost everyone's morale... but how could you when that downer, loud-mouthed blonde was always in your way?! let's hope this yearning and hatred is just that... and not something more. pairing: afab!reader x uni student!tsukishima kei wc: 10.6k (I PROMISE IT'S KINDA FUN ACTUALLY!!) cw: NOT FULLY PROOFREAD. hinata, kageyama and yamaguchi make an appearance for lke two lines. the reader's character and tsukki are PAINFULLY dense. slight enemies. they both want each other carnally. DUAL POV. tsukki is a bit of a bastard. he also has low self-esteem and constantly sabotages his own love life. swearing and loads of swearing. slight jealousy. CONTAINS SMUT. nsfw includes: first time, fingering, blowjob, humiliation, sorta hate-fucking, constant bickering, cumming untouched, more bickering.

☆ your pov

PRESENT DAY 8:33 p.m. Volleyball Club Room, Uni

"tsu-ki-shi-ma." each syllable rolling off of your tongue and out your lip-gloss slathered lips was a deliberate punch. you didn't need to say much, just saying his name was enough.

the night had dwelled on by the time the practice for the upcoming matches had ended. coincidentally, after everyone had left, you found yourself alone with the man of the hour — tsukishima kei. he had picked his exhausted body up and trudged to club room a few yards away from the volleyball gymnasium. and like any sane person who wanted to talk, you had followed him there. not weird at all.

right now, you crossed your arms across your cheer-uniform clad chest, haughtily glaring down at him, "what is your problem, huh?"

you felt his reaction before he even gave it to you. his hands stilled, the notebook in his lap — littered with scrawny, rushed gameplay strategies — now discarded to the side.

tsukishima pulled one of his infamous faces — bunching all his features into a nasty scowl as he regarded you. his face was barely lifted up to look at you from where he sat on the club room floor. his voice was monotonous, dismissive even, "what?"

"don't give me that attitude." you hissed at him, drawing your own features into a scowl to match his. he rolled his eyes at your antic, "well, i won't give you an attitude if you don't hound me in the fucking club room. it's late. i have work to do and i'm trying to go home soo—"

"oh—?!" your eyes widened, venom laced into your words as you pointed your index finger at your own chest, "me?! me? i'm hounding you?"

you noticed his bored eyes follow your finger to the swell of your chest. his gaze lingered there for the barest fraction of the second, before he brought his bored eyes back to your face.

"yes. you literally followed me in here, like a stalker. and then, you started nagging me." again, his voice fell flat. he looked at the door that you had closed shut as you had entered, blocking his way out. then, as he looked back at yourself, his words were crisp. "so, 'hounding me' is exactly what you're doing."

"well, i wouldn't have you 'hound' you if you weren't such a goddamn..." you struggled to find the right words, "goddamn headache!"

now it was his turn to look offended. he pointed to himself, "me? headache?"

you rambled on, stepping closer to him and eyeing him with all the hatred you could possibly summon. "yes, you! do you have to be such a fucking downer all the time? the team can have some lighthearted fun once in a while— but no! oh, no. great tsukishima kei needs to be an emo boy with no emotions and—!"

"what." a beefy palm landed against your arm. pressing down, his low-lidded eyes crashed into yours as he pulled you downwards to face him. "what the fuck did you say?"

your breath stuttered as his face hovered mere inches away from yours. in the bubbling heat of your anger, you hadn't noticed just how close you had stepped to him. he had pulled you down so that you were somewhat bent, the upper half of your body falling towards him. your erratic gaze scanned his face. being so close, you could count each individual lash in his lower lashline and the long-past, adolescent acne scars on the plane of his cheek.

you barely breathed.

his hand seemed to imprint every inch of itself onto your skin, and it was only a few, lagged minutes later that you realized that your shirt was falling forward, presenting your cleavage to his hungry eyes. shit.

"k-kei." you squirmed under his hold, pulling back slightly, "uh... pervert!"

he whispered, dazed, "what?"

at your reaction, the man came to his senses. realizing it was your flesh he was holding onto, he let go immediately. with wide eyes, tsukishima kei — the ever cool player — stuttered for the first time in front of you. his words wobbled over themselves, "i— sorry... the- the heat of the moment. i— y'know the—?!"

"yup." you pursed your lips, nodding immediately as if you understood him without him having to spew out some nonsensical excuse.

you stood up straight, immediately dusting off your uniform for any residual of dust that may linger on it. you spoke quick, not meeting his eyes, "i- i should go home. goodnight, bozo. talk later."

with that you turned around, reaching your hand upwards to unlock the very door you had not locked too long ago. but... a warm hand enveloped your hand.

you breath choked in your throat, your eyes widened and your mouth went dry. you felt tsukishima behind you, his towering figure preventing you from undoing the lock and walking out. his taut body pressed all up against the fat of your ass.

"gah—! tsuki...shima." your words shrivelled up in your throat as you felt him dip downwards. his lips ghosted over the shell of your ears as he rasped, "i thought you wanted to have a conversation?"

oh god!? fuck tsukishima kei.

☾⋆⁺₊✧|☕️

you and tsukishima kei were never on the greatest of terms. not from day one, no. there was always this sense of superiority that he carried with him that pissed you off beyond recognition.

in year one, you had tried to be friends. it was the obvious thing to do because you two were basically being forced to meet each other multiple times a week in the gymnasium to practice anyways. but every effort from your side — every smile, every friendly glance, every quick wave of hello — was dismissed. he ignored you! like you were a fucking ghost!

in year two, you had grown used to his standoffish nature but still, hope lingered in your heart that one day, you'd break through his rough exterior and get to meet the man inside. however, that day never came. he continued to be a dick and by the end of year two, you knew one thing for sure — you hated tsukishima kei. the tough exterior you were trying to break wasn't even an exterior! he was just an asshole!

although year one and two weren't great, they surely weren't the worst of you and the blonde player. because all hell truly broke loose the next year.

in year three, you made cheer captain and were forced to see more of him. keyword: forced to! you couldn't ignore him even if you wanted! you had to attend meetings which often included the older members of the male, and female volleyball teams. you also had to spend a lot of time in the gymnasium to come up with new choreos. whether you wanted to see his face or not, you had to. so, in the third year, the true bickering began.

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3rd february, 5:21 p.m. Volleyball Gymnasium, Uni.

the sound of hands slapping the volleyballs rung in the background. feets shuffled across the court and boys grunted as they tried not to drop the ball during practice.

you clapped, giving your girls a quick smile, "good work everyone! you all are starting to be in sync! let's hope we don't drop this momentum. see you tomorrow."

the girls returned back the smiles, immediately rushing over to their bags and rushing over to the changing rooms to change out of their cheer uniforms. a friend of yours stayed back, quickly asking you, "you're not leaving?"

"oh, no." you waved her off, "i have to think of the new choreo for the upcoming tournament. our old one is getting really repetitive."

your friend furrowed her eyebrows, "damn. so much work. do you want me stay back?"

"no, no." you stretched your hands by taking them over your head. you waved her off with an easy expression, "don't worry! i will leave in an hour or so. plus, i have got the guys to keep me company here."

your friend had left soon after and you had spent the next hour trying to match the new steps to the theme song. once done, you stretched your body and began to walk towards the changing room with your duffle bag slung across one of your shoulders.

crossing the court, the fourth-year captain of your uni's male volleyball team asked you, "done with practice?"

you laughed, "yup. all done. the new choreo is gonna be hot. err, hopefully."

a few underclassmen swooned at your answer. one of them even bold enough to say, "it's you! of course it's gonna be hot."

the captain sent the first-year a dry look, under which the younger man cowered. you asked politely, "how long is your practice going to run for?"

"oh, just another—" the captain had barely started when tsukishima spoke from beside him, "it'll end a lot sooner if you quit your yapping and went ahead and changed."

"huh?!" your eyes narrowed at his remark. drawing your posture straighter, you snapped — the polite, well-meaning girl in you dead as soon as it came to tsukishima. "what the fuck is your issue? im talking to the captain, not you."

"yeah, and you're wasting our time." he grunted, seemingly on edge by your answer.

you crossed your arms, "and you're not wasting your own time by being a bitch and bickering with me?"

"there, there." the captain came to stand between you both, giving you both a stern look, "you." he looked at you, "go change."

"and you." he glared at his blonde player next, "you go practice your blocking."

"fine." you turned around quick, not wanting to bicker with that man for a moment longer. but just as you were drawing a step forward, you heard him whisper, "how annoying."

you had to be held back by the captain lest you go and pull out the blonde's hair right out of his scalp. oh, he was so annoying!

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17th march, 7:21 p.m. Volleyball Gymnasium, Uni.

"tsk. that's the best you can do?" tsukishima eyed the choreo, quipping from the side of his mouth.

you glared at him, "what? mind your own business, four-eyes."

it was you and him in the gymnasium again. ugh, how you loathed the days when this happened. he had cleanup duty today, and you were still perfecting the choreo when you heard his jagged voice from the side.

he stood with a mop in his hand, blatantly stating, "i am just saying, you can probably devise a better choreo—" you cut him off, "oh, fuck off. do you even know a thing or two about dancing?"

he hummed, going back to mopping the floor, "i bet i'll make a better cheerleader than you."

"hah!" you laughed at the absurdity of the statement, "do you just wanna wear a tiny skirt and dance for for a bunch of men?"

"well, given i'll look better than you—!" he started, raising your hackles. you sighed miserably, though maybe there was the barest flicker of sincerity in your words. "do you enjoy being a dick?"

he hummed, "mostly to you, yes."

oh, fuck tsukishima kei!

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9th april, 8:11 p.m. Volleyball Gymnasium, Uni.

this was embarrassing! you usually never tripped and fell face-first into the floor while performing a routine! especially not when all your girls had already gone home and you were left with a handful of volley guys left — including tsukishima kei.

you rubbed your nose, feeling it bumpy and swollen at your current failing.

a few underclassmen were standing around you, offering you water and words of affirmation, "it'll be okay!" "don't worry, you're still very pretty!"

the captain of their team had rushed to the medical office to get you some ice. fuck, even the team manager was sitting beside you on the floor, rubbing your arms as she gave you words of encouragement, "don't worry. it's an accident, things happen."

almost everyone was at your side... except tsukishima. well, err, it's not like you wanted to see him! it's just... was he so cruel that he didn't even wanna come check up once? or did he hate you so much so that he just couldn't be bothered?

you tried to put that blonde out of your mind. he was clearly doubling your current mental strain. if anything, you realized, he was probably snickering on the side when you had fallen. fucking bastard. fuck him.

you were still preoccupied with your thoughts when you saw a milky hand outstretch a bandaid towards you. your eyes lifted up to see tsukishima. he looked... non-monotonous, if that were possible for him. his eyes were locked into you, but as he spoke, it seemed nothing out of the ordinary, "take this."

"i-" you eyed the bandaid and then, him. well, you didn't need his help! not when he thought so low of you! you rejected it. "im okay."

"did you get a concussion?" he deadpanned, "you hurt your nose, it might help."

your jaw sagged open at his words. you grumbled, "i don't have an open wound, what will a bandaid do?"

despite your words, he pulled your palm forward and pressed the bandaid to your hand. his skin gently laid over yours for a second too long and although, he didn't say anything, you swear for a moment his eyes softened.

pulling his hand back, he didn't offer any other arguments. he simply took off, murmuring under his breath, "keep it for some other emergency, then."

surrounded by people, your eyes went down to your palm. the bandaid had kuromi plastered all over them. oh, you loved kuromi! you just didn't know that... tsukishima did too.

well, either ways, helping in one medical emergency doesn't make someone a good person! fuck tsukishima kei!

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17th july, 7:31 p.m. Festival Grounds.

"c'mon." the sleazy bastard on the street eyed you, "don't be so tough. i am loaded, y'know. just name your price and i'll pay it."

your friend held you back by your arm as you yelled at the seemingly drunk man in his mind twenties. your chest rose and fell under the traditional dress, your eyes glassy and voice sharp, "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY TO ME? YOU'D PAY FOR ME—?"

curses left your mouth in a lewd string of insults as a crowd built up around you. you went off at the three drunken men, but the primary man and his two friends didn't really seem to take you seriously. they had the audacity to think it was cute.

and then, something broke their smiles. it happened so quick that you didn't have the time to stop your yelling and cursing.

a mop of blonde caught your eye before a familiar, lean man stepped into the circle from the crowd and punched the man in the middle. next you heard was a grunt, and people in the crowd breaking out in a gasp.

you gasped too, as you finally saw tsukishima kei reel back his hand. he had his back turned to you, but you could feel fumes practically raising off of his skin.

"fucking apologize." the pro-player spit out, giving a nasty glare to the three men that still stood in shock, "or I will make you."

"tsuki—?" you were beginning to say when you saw two of his friends swooped in. an energetic, short boy followed in by a stoic, raven-headed one. the two glared at the drunken men, intimidating them into submission. once the drunken men, scrambled off, tsukishima finally looked back at you.

he didn't say anything — although you could see the tick built up in his jaw and his fisted palm, now sporting a bruise on the knuckles. he seemed to shake, but his orange-haired friend stepped forward, catching your attention.

"you okay?" the man asked, and you nodded, "yeah..." your eyes drifted to tsukishima, only to find him already staring at you.

you parted your lips, ready to utter a thank you but... tsukishima kei was already taking off. dragging the orange-haired and raven-haired duo by their collars, the blonde disappeared down the crowd. following him, was another boy - one with flat, black hair and who was chanting 'tsukki!!' after them.

you blinked. once, twice, thrice — still staring at the spot where the blonde once stood. but no amount of staring with your mouth agape could bring back the man.

that day, however grateful you were for his intervention, you couldn't help but feel that even this benevolent act of his was practically an insult.

you were handling the situation on your own, and you were going just fine. there was no need for him to swoop in and make himself out to be your knight in shining armor — especially when you knew he was no such thing! especially when he took off and didn't even bother saying 'you're welcome'!

ughhh, fuck tsukishima kei!!

☾⋆⁺₊✧|☕️

in year four — your final year of uni — things between you two hit a newer low. both of you stopped acknowledging each other, speaking only if spoken to.

the times changed, now he was appointed the captain of the male volleyball team. many nights, you two found yourself alone after practice, but not one of you dared to say a word to each other. sure, there was some bickering but neither you nor tsukishima ever dared bring up the festival night again. the bruise on his knuckles had long faded, but the bruise on your ego was as deeply embedded as that night in the middle of july.

PRESENT DAY. 6:31 p.m. Volleyball Gymnasium, Uni.

you put a hand on your hip, laughing at something that the jovial underclassmen had said to you. you didn't intend to draw all the members of the male volleyball team to your side and start a chit-chat session, it's just that they were resting and you were done with your practice. so, you indulged yourself in some mindless chatter with the players.

"oi!" tsukishima yelled from behind, eyeing his underclassmen with a nasty glare. his nostrils practically flared, downturned eyes ablaze, "i told you to take five. not to fucking go ahead and gossip."

at his words, the younger men sighed and picked up their pace, running back to the court to start their practice again.

once each of them had dispersed, tsukishima walked over to you. his steps were long, slow, deliberate. he stood beside you, giving you a side-eye, "you don't have to go home?"

"i do." you muttered, holding onto your duffel bag tighter to pacify yourself in his presence. he seemed to notice your death grip on the bag and asked, "then why are you still standing here?"

"i—" you sucked in a harsh breath, "why does it matter to you if i stand here or not?"

"it doesn't."

"good." you felt your features pull themselves into a haughty expression, "you know, now that you're captain of the team, you should do better to boost the team morale."

"huh?" he rasped, not looking at you as he eyed the ongoing practice.

"yeah. you can't have a stick up your ass when you have so many people under you." you gave him an obviously pretend-smile, "just a piece of advice, of course. y'know..." you pointed between the two of you, "captain to captain."

he inhaled sharply, murmuring under his breath, "yeah. thanks."

you expected a more biting remark. perhaps something that will question your legitimacy as a captain, but instead the man shut his mouth and returned his focus on the gameplay.

you waited a minute in silence. then another, and another. your brows furrowed, "do you have nothing to say?"

"nope." tsukishima was quick with it. "i have to go do captain stuff, see ya."

huh? what the fuck? why was he acting like that?!

first, he comes to talk to you after months of ignorance and then he goes back to it? why bother then? what?! did he expect you to say thank you for that night, was that what he wanted to talk about?

you fisted your palms and unfisted it soon after. your mouth opened and closed, again and again but no words trailed out as you saw his practice shirt gleam and shine under the overhead lighting. he stepped away from you, going to join his team in practice.

technically, you should have left for home then. but you didn't. instead, you decided to change into your tank top and mini skirt, and wait for another hour to finally confront the man!

that confrontation... led to now.

where tsukishima kei — your sworn enemy — was pressing his body against your back and rasping in your ear!

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☆ his pov

tsukishima kei and you were never on the greatest of terms. not from day one, no. there was always this try-hard nature of yours that pissed him off beyond recognition. after all, he hated when people cared too much.

in year one, he saw you multiple times a week. you in your cheer uniform, made-up face and perfectly tamed hair that fell neatly doing your cheer routines. he would catch you smiling at him, sometimes even waving and nodding at him. why were you doing that? trying to be friends with someone like him? no. he ignored you. it was better for you to find some more lively friends. definitely not him. definitely.

in year two, he continued avoiding you. you were very determined, still trying to talk to him and be friends. why? he hated it. he hated that he thought that despite it all, you were somewhat... cute. no. whatever. he let it go. someone as full of life should get someone better than him. so, for better or for worse, he continued being his dry, stand-offish self.

the first two years weren't so bad, though. atleast, he only had to endure seeing you a few hours in the evening. if anything, by the end of second year, he could see that you had lost all hope in him that he'd be your friend. he was relieved. he would try to move on, try to pray that you find a better guy. but in year three... god, all hell broke loose.

you made cheer captain and he, the vice-captain of his volleyball team. now, instead of just ignoring you during practices, he had to listen to your sweet, grating voice in the team meetings. he had to see your face as you more involved than ever in the the volleyball club. keyword: had to! he was trying to move on, trying to convince himself that years of being a dick to you was okay if it meant you wouldn't waste your time on a man like him.

but you? you had different plans. instead of being that somewhat sweet, reserved girl he had ignored for the past two years, you turned vicious. you bickered back, your words sharp now. you didn't take his attitude lying down. you were constantly all up in his business. oh god, he was going to fall in love with you and your short temper after every bicker. why wouldn't you let him push you away?!

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3rd february, 5:21 p.m. Volleyball Gymnasium, Uni.

the practice was standard. everyone stood in a line, charging ahead, jumping up, and hitting back the balls into the ground with a firm slap when it was there turn. tsukishima was at the very end of the line, towering over his teammates and sticking up like a sour thumb. he watched the first run run up, jump and strike down the ball into the other side of the court. his captain cheered, yelling words of encouragement. 'nice kill!' echoed in the background, and he felt his feet take a step forward as another man ran up, and another.

truth be told, the blonde wasn't paying attention. he had somehow raked his monotonous eyes over to where you stood. you were waving the girls goodbye. he watched as everyone else left and you turned the song back to practice the steps again. hardworking. how irritating.

"-kishima?" his captain called out and the blonde snapped his neck away from you. if he was flustered, he didn't let it show on his face. instead, he muttered, "sorry. here i go."

he did what all the ones before him had, running up and striking the ball coming at a height. as the rubber ball hit the gymnasium floor, a subtle echo rang through the auditorium at the force of the hit. some underclassmen whooped, applauding the blonde's strength while others cheered 'nice shot!'

tsukishima kei didn't react to the praise, though. he knew it was pointless. this was just practice. as he gained his thoughts back, his eyes went over to you and he swore he saw you staring at him for a second. the two of you locked eyes, and he wasn't sure who looked away first, but it was quick.

the practice dragged on, now he had switched to practicing blocks from the other teammates. that's when he saw you finish stretching, and sway by. your snug cheer uniform skirt hugged your body, sheen of sweat glistening across your pretty face. the ribbon in your hair had come lose. you were walking over to the changing room now.

he heard the familiar voice of his captain ask you, "done with practice?" and you laughed. god, so pretty. why didn't you laugh at him like that? right... cause he was kind of a dick.

you gave your answers and the underclassmen swooned to your words, showering you with crude compliments. tsukishima felt his palms fist at their praise. they were... right. you were hot. but, why would they say it to your face?!

your melodic voice rang out again, you trained your eyes on the captain - swiftly ignoring the blonde. you asked, "how long is your practice going to run for?"

the captain had parted his lips to answer but tsukishima kei beat him to it... cause goddammit, he wanted you to pay attention to him. spewing sour words, he said, "it'll end a lot sooner if you quit your yapping and went ahead and changed."

"huh?!" he saw your sweet expression change. you narrowed your eyes at his remark. standing up straighter, you went to your venomous self when dueling with him. snapping, you asked, "what the fuck is your issue? im talking to the captain, not you."

his palms unfisted, an unsung victory in his heart as you finally acknowledged him. his voice was still as sharp, though. "yeah, and you're wasting our time."

you crossed your arms, "and you're not wasting your own time by being a bitch and bickering with me?"

"there, there." the captain came to stand between you both, giving both him and you a stern look, "you." he looked at the cheer captain, easily ordering, "go change."

"and you." he glared at his blonde player next, "you go practice your blocking."

tsukishima saw you mutter under your breath and turn around quick. there was a sudden hurry in your steps, as if you didn't want to bicker with that man for a moment longer. why were you leaving already? knowing how to raise your hackles and err, make you stay a little longer, tsukishima kei spoke loud enough for you to hear. "how annoying."

it worked. you turned back around, almost jumping his bones. for a brief moment, tsukishima let himself smile at your antic. cute.

☾⋆⁺₊✧|☕️

17th march, 7:21 p.m. Volleyball Gymnasium, Uni.

tsukishima kei and you were alone in the gymnasium again. as much as he liked to push you away, he couldn't help but count the days till his cleaning duties aligned with your late-night practices.

the corner of his mouth was already twitching at the idea of bothering you, at getting your attention one way or the other. he positioned himself as nonchalantly as possible, making a stupid remark at your choreo, "tsk. that's the best you can do?"

you glared at him, spitting out, "what? mind your own business, four-eyes."

your face was hued red, strained from the dancing. your chest rose and fell in a wicked dance and tsukishima kei wondered if you knew what you did to him.

marching on his mission path, he suggested next, "i am just saying, you can probably devise a better choreo—" you cut him off haughtily. there was a slight fire in your pretty eyes. gosh. "oh, fuck off. do you even know a thing or two about dancing?"

he hummed, going back to mopping the floor lest you think he enjoyed talking to you, "i bet i'll make a better cheerleader than you."

"hah!" you laughed at the absurdity of the statement. at the sound, tsukishima's heart tried to break through his rib. were you... laughing at his words? he raised his head to look at you. you crossed your arms and mused, "do you just wanna wear a tiny skirt and dance for for a bunch of men?"

you laughed at his words once, maybe you'd again. he shrugged, "well, given i'll look better than you—!"

at his words, you rolled your eyes but the smile never left your pretty lips. you wondered somewhat sincerely, "do you enjoy being a dick?"

he hummed, honest to his core, "mostly to you, yes."

even if you were annoyed at him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of victory at your reaction. cute.

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9th april, 8:11 p.m. Volleyball Gymnasium, Uni.

tsukishima kei prided himself on being someone who was nonchalant to a comical, concerning degree. his longtime friend yamaguchi could fall in front of him anywhere, and the most 'tsuki' would react would be to shrug. if hinata or kageyama fell face-first in front of him, he would videotape it and goad for days.

right now, though? his mouth felt somewhat dry, his hands trembled just a little bit as he frantically searched through his duffel bag in the changing room. he was sure he had bandaids somewhere here. sanrio characters ones. because you had overshared about how much you liked them in first year, and tsukishima started carrying a pack of sanrio bandaids just for you. well, not in that way! he just found them at coach ukai's store one day and decided to buy them... out of some strange curiosity.

"gotcha." he mumbled as he finally finished one out. as he started taking long strides back to the gymnasium, he knew it was of no use. you had fallen face-first. if anything, you would have gotten a concussion not a cut. but... but tsukishima was bad with words. he couldn't comfort you, or say the right thing... but he could get you a kuromi bandaid, right?

he moved fast when he saw a huge group of people around you. they were offering up words and water, with their team manager even sitting beside you to comfort you. tsukishima's quick pace faltered, he felt himself realize that he was useless, utterly useless in this situation. there were already people there for you. you hated him. you probably didn't need him there.

but... he fisted his hand and felt the printed bandaid against his flesh. he brought that pack for you, who else can he give those stupid things to except you?

he walked again till he reached you. his eyes furrowed at your state. your nose was bruised, eyes clearly bloodshot and teary and face red out of embarrassment. feeling his heart sink at your state, he did the one thing he could do - pretend everything was normal. holding out his arm to you, he spoke, "take this."

"i- i'm okay." you switched between his face and palm with a look of uncertainty. you probably thought he was stupid offering you a fucking bandaid in this situation. you probably thought he was a creep for remembering you liked sanrio. what if you didn't anymore? what if... whatever. he brought it for you.

"did you get a concussion?" he tried to speak as his normal self, "you hurt your nose, it might help."

your jaw sagged open at his words. you seemed hurt as you grumbled, "i don't have an open wound, what will a... bandaid do?"

despite your words, he pulled your palm forward and pressed the bandaid to your hand. electricity ran down his spine as his skin gently laid over yours. he tried not to press, or to startle you. he was at a loss of words but he... he just gave you a pleading look. he just hoped you noticed it.

he pulled his hand back quick enough, though. not knowing what more to say or do, he felt himself turn around and walk off. he said, "keep it for some other emergency, then."

after all, even if you lost this bandaid, he had a whole pack in his bag for you. as long as you fell, he'd try to pick you back up.

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17th july, 7:31 p.m. Festival Grounds.

it was hinata and yamaguchi who forced him to go this stupid festival. they were just so excited that no amount of sulking from him and kageyama could deter their spirits.

it was hinata and yamaguchi again who pointed that there was a huge crowd in the middle of the street and that they all should go check it out. tsukishima was ready to dismiss them, to tell them it was probably some bullshit when he felt your shrill voice pierce the air. then, he was the first to walk to the crowd as the other three boys looked confused and trailed after him.

pushing past people, muttering 'sorry', he made to the front of the crowd and found you and two of you girlfriends standing off against three drunken men. you were on a roll, spitting out vicious word after word at the bastards. tsukishima felt his muscles tighten at the situation, he wanted to leap in, wanted to punch those men till either he or they saw blood. but... you were standing up for yourself good enough.

you went on and on and yet, the men laughed at your words as if they weren't real. how fucking dare they. only tsukishima kei could laugh in your face... well, no. not like this. whatever. what was he even thinking? well, good thing he wasn't thinking at all. his body moved before his mind did. pulling his arm back, he lodged a punch right against the main guy's face. his knuckles burned, his throat burned, everything was on fire. he wanted them dead.

his words were heavy, a solemn threat, "fucking apologize... or i will make you."

before he could mount the man and beat him to a pulp, he felt hinata and kageyama follow him into the circle. at their entry, the drunken men - intimidated and out-of-coherence - scrambled off. in the crowd, yamaguchi was still gasping and in shock.

tsukishima kei wasn't sure if his body was on fire. it felt like it was. he turned around, he felt your eyes on him. your mouth was parted, eyes locked in on you. you were dressed in a pretty yukata, your hair all done up and proper. the streetlight illuminated you. he fisted his palm, unable to say anything, to ask anything.

hinata took ahold of the situation, asking you quickly, "you okay?"

"yeah..." you nodded briefly and brought your eyes back to the blonde. you parted your lips again and tsukishima realized you were probably about to thank him. what for? he shouldn't have meddled so soon, you could have handled it on your own probably. and he didn't even kill the bastard, only drew a spoonful of blood from his mouth. there was nothing you could thank him for.

either ways, he hated when people cared too much. and now here he was, caring too much.

he turned around, finding himself running away not from you, but from the fact that the feelings inside of him in this moment... he loved you. probably. fuck.

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PRESENT DAY. 6:31 p.m. Volleyball Gymnasium, Uni.

there was that feeling again - the feeling that tsukishima had tried to run away for three full years and a whole summer break now. he did everything in his power to ignore it. he drank water, stretched his muscles, took in deep breaths... but he could still hear your laughs intermingled with the rest of the volleyball team, and he could feel his chest burn at the sound.

he tried not to look over to your side, tried not to think too much about you... but much like the last three years of uni and whole ass summer break, he was unsuccessful. he couldn't help but search for your face. he sighed somewhat miserably, looking over to your side and seeing you talk with the others of his team.

before he knew, his words rushed past his lips. "oi! i told you to take five. not to fucking go ahead and gossip."

the words burned in his throat, and he was sure that his usual nonchalant demeanor was casted away to show him for who he was — a lovestruck dumbass.

at his words, the younger men sighed and picked up their pace, running back to the court to start their practice again. their footsteps fell in sync as they all mumbled under their breaths and got back to work. you gave tsukishima an undecipherable look. he felt like he was going insane under your scrutiny.

maybe... instead of running away from you? what if he confronted you, talked to you and got rid of this weird feeling wrapped around his ribs. he breathed quickly, walking over to your side. as he stood beside you, he felt his words choke. somehow, he managed, "you don't have to go home?"

"i do." you muttered back, and tsukishima saw you clutch onto your duffel bag tighter. he eyed your grip on the bag, and then your face. coming up empty on how he should talk to you, he asked the most elementary question, "then why are you still standing here?"

"i—" you looked peeved, all your pretty features bunched and ruined by his presence alone. "why does it matter to you if i stand here or not?"

he pursed his lips, feeling his attempt at talking to you go awry. he mumbled, "it doesn't."

"good." you paused for a second, and tsukishima kei thought that it was the end of the conversation. then, you spoke up again, "you know, now that you're captain of the team, you should do better to boost the team morale."

he was taken aback. "huh?"

"yeah. you can't have a stick up your ass when you have so many people under you." you smiled at him, and tsukishima knew it was as fake as his demeanor in the moment. "just a piece of advice, of course. y'know..." you pointed from him to you, "captain to captain."

maybe he should have bitten back, played along to your usual games... but tsukishima felt himself coming up dry. what the fuck was he doing? pushing you away and then whining when you actually did? why did he want you so carnally and at the same moment, couldn't look at you a moment longer?

the burn in his throat was quick to return as he rasped, "yeah. thanks."

he turned away from facing you, looking at the uninteresting game instead. a thousand thoughts ran through his head. what the fuck was he doing? with you? with himself?

unbeknownst to you, he battled his demons in silence. time must have slipped past the blonde, because when you spoke again, your voice was slow. "do... do you have nothing to say?"

"nope." tsukishima was quick with it. "i have to go do captain stuff. see ya."

and at that moment, as his feet struck the polished gymnasium floor and he ran away from you yet again, he realized that he couldn't have it both ways. he couldn't push you away just to crave you during your absence. he couldn't raise your hackles every moment possible just so you'd look at him. he was undeserving of you. he needed to let it go. he needed to let it fucking go.

but was the universe playing a cruel fucking joke on him? the day he realized he would stop thinking about you, stop playing with his emotions and possibly, yours... you were following him into the fucking club room.

he felt your light steps behind him but he didn't turn around to ask you why. instead, he acted oblivious as he entered the room and you slipped in behind him.

click. he heard the door locking but he paid no mind to it. he sat down, drawing his notebook out to come up with more gameplay strategies for the upcoming matches.

"tsu-ki-shi-ma." you took your time in spelling each syllable of his name. his heart skipped a beat as you drew closer, crossing your arms across your chest and glaring down at him so viciously. "what is your problem, huh?"

he discarded the notebook to the side, going to his default settings to pull out an annoyed scowl on his face. he didn't lift his head all the way up, afraid that he'd lose his composure if he looked at your face fully. he kept his voice straight, "what?"

"don't give me that attitude." you mirrored his features, and even with your eyes holding venom, he couldn't help but feel his lips stuggling to stretch into a smile. to cover his change in expression, he rolled his eyes to distract you, "well, i won't give you an attitude if you don't hound me in the fucking club room. it's late. i have work to do and i'm trying to go home soo—"

"oh—?!" your eyes widened as you pointed to yourself. your manicured finger trembled slightly. you were growing annoyed. cute. as your words pitched up, you asked, "me?! me? i'm hounding you?"

now, tsukishima kei wasn't a pervert but he couldn't help but allow his bored eyes to follow your finger to the swell of your chest under that tank top. the fabric was taut against your chest, the glistening print shining under the overhead lighting. tsukishima swallowed hard, then quickly bringing his eyes back to your face.

as if snapping back into character, he said with a flat voice, "yes. you literally followed me in here, like a stalker. and then, you started nagging me." he quickly looked at the door that you had closed shut, and then, back at you. pushing his glassed by the rim, he hummed, "so, 'hounding me' is exactly what you're doing."

"well, i wouldn't have you 'hound' you if you weren't such a goddamn..." you bunched your features in annoyance, struggling to find the right words. "goddamn headache!"

tsukishima had thought of all possible words that you could have used to describe him given the current situation - 'dick', 'asshole', 'annoying' but... he wondered aloud, half-offended, "me? headache?"

you step closer to him, your legs just inches away from his face. he looked up at you as you went on and on, "yes, you! do you have to be such a fucking downer all the time? the team can have some lighthearted fun once in a while— but no! oh, no. great tsukishima kei needs to be an emo boy with no emotions and—!"

"what." EMO?! now, tsukishima kei believed himself to be a fairly reasonable man. he knew he was a tough person to handle. but, 'emo'?! he wasn't that! drawing a strong palm against your soft arm, he pulled you down just to grit out, "what the fuck did you say?"

he felt your eyes widen at the action, your breath stutter as his face hovered mere inches away from yours. tsukishima breathed slow. his eyes scanned your face too. he seemed to have forgotten the point he had once started with. the blonde's cheeks were flaming up, his gaze was growing bleary. he could smell the lingering smell of your perfume and sweat. you were so close... so close. he could probably bring you in a few centimetres and your press your rosy lips—

"k-kei." you squirmed under his hold, wiggling your arm out of his phantom grip. your cheeks were red, body rising itself upwards and away from him. you accused, "uh... pervert!"

per...vert?

at your accusation, suddenly all sense knocked back into tsukishima kei. he was holding you. you. his hand burned where it touched you. his vision was going foggy, "what?"

you made a sound, something like a broken whimper and the blonde felt all the blood drain from his brain and rush to his nether regions. with the last tendrils of sanity still keeping him strong, he let go of you. his body coughed up a jitter, thick tongue wobbling in his mouth as he struggled to explain. "i— sorry... the- the heat of the moment. i— y'know the—?!"

pressing your lips into a pained look, you nodded immediately. "yup."

you dusted yourself off quickly, your pretty eyes averted from his as you mumbled, "i- i should go home. goodnight, bozo. talk later."

tsukishima kei watched you turn on your heel, your pony swishing around after you. that mini skirt you loved wearing hugged the curve of your ass, cupping the fat and moving with each hasty step you took towards the door. once there, you stood on your tippy-toes, desperately outstretching your hand to undo the lock.

he moved so quick that his mind lagged behind. one step, two step, three... using his broad limbs, he reached you in no time. before you could open the knob, he pressed his palm over hand. he almost flinched at the soft skin under his own rugged ones.

your back was taut against his, the soft flesh of your ass pressing against his body. tsukishima felt lightheaded. tsukishima was losing his mind.

"gah—" you gasped, "tsukishima...?"

he was betting on a losing game. he knew that. he was probably going to get kicked in the nuts so hard that he would lose the ability to have kids in the future. but... he had already come so far. he had to take the chance. he had to.

bending downwards, he rasped, "i thought you wanted to have a... conversation?"

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☆ dual pov!

a whimper of his name crossed your glossy lips, your muscles tensed against his unfamiliar touch. god this was... weird. uncharted territories, reckless decisions, awful idea. both of you should have probably taken a step back, breathed in deeply and pretended like you couldn't feel the sinful bulge of his pants against the curve of your ass. but instead, you two went ahead with whatever the fuck this was.

tsukishima kei went on, barely holding his words out of his thick tongue, "go on... tell me what you wanted to say."

"n-nothing." you swallowed thickly, feeling slick bead out of your cunt and latch onto the fabric helplessly at the intimate position. you could feel his warm palm tighten against yours, feel his breath fan down against the naked, exposed skin of your neck. he was so much taller than you, easily enveloping you with his athletic, taller figure.

tsukishima didn't turn you around. keeping you in the same position, he made an unabashed confession. "you see... you piss me off beyond recognition—"

"what?!" you glanced back, eyes drawing daggers despite the situation you two had found yourself in.

"shut up." he gave you a sharp look, "this is exactly what i mean. always talking on and on. and i... i just wanna shut you up." his eyes raked over your lips slowly. he moved forward and you forgot to breathe as he continued with his sinful confession, "i wanna kiss you. right now. if you don't want it, tell me now."

your lips parted and tsukishima kept his distance, not moving a hairsbreadth forward incase you were to revoke his ambitions. he waited, but you didn't say anything. you waited for him, pretty lips parted and ready.

"mmph—" despite knowing it was coming, your eyes widened as the blonde finally pressed his lips against yours. he tasted of something mild but something strong enough that it engulfed your senses and permeated into your bloodstream. his scent, his taste, the feel of his tongue against your mouth clouded you till your limbs turned jelly-like and you felt a abyss brewing in your stomach.

you turned around, your hot body pressed between his muscled figure and the wooden, rickety door behind you. wrapping your hands against his strong shoulders, you felt the man bend forward to kiss you harder. his strong palms raked over your flimsy tank top, running up and down from your chest to your waist to your hips. he never stayed at one place too long, eager to touch as much as he could.

"tsu-tsukishima." you gasped as the man parted from you with lewd strings of saliva binding the two of you together. his pearly whites nipped at your bottom lip and you pressed your manicured nails against his scalp in retreat.

pulling back now, you noticed his pale face now shaded a deep red. the apples of his cheeks burned, his usually monotonous eyes blown wide apart with lust. he licked his lips, feeling the remnants of you on his lips. he parted his lips to speak, but you beat him to it. your voice was feeble, no longer as strong as it usually was. you met his eyes. "taking shit about me when you're the one who's kissing me in the club room? funny."

tsukishima scoffed, "you kissed me back."

"so-oh." your lips parted, eyes clenching as the man placed harsh, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw and onto your neck. you continued, "you're so fucking full of yourself, tsu-ki-shi-ma."

"why? you wanna be full of me too?" he mumbled against your skin, tongue darting out to collect the taste of your skin on his tastebuds.

your eyes widened at the implications of his words, yours nails dug into his jersey, almost breaking the fabric and clawing his shoulders, "shut the fuck up! as- as if i'll fuck a virgin like you!"

he look up at you, his eyes sharp, "you're so fucking cocky, huh?" he exhaled through his mouth. the man picked himself up again, towering over you and you felt yourself shudder at his stance. you were so small in front of him, so utterly puny when he stood at his whole height. he looked down at you, his arms locked on either side of your head to cage you in. a lone thumb caressed your lips, "your mouth's always so fuckin' sharp."

you whimpered at his soft touch, your eyes quickly scanning the entirety of his face. even though your eyes softened, your words stayed just as razor-sharp, "you got a problem with my mouth too?"

"nah." collecting the gloss on the pad of his thumb, the man bit back a smirk, "i just think i know of a way to shut you up."

next you knew, one of his rough hands stabled the back of your head, the other harshly tugging your face forward and back on his cock. the saliva dribbled down your lips, down his pale, pink-tipped shaft and down your hands. the lewd drops landed on the hardware floor in pitter-patters.

you hollowed out your cheeks, looking up at him to give him a show. the ever-stoic tsukishima kei was as disheveled as you had ever seen him. sure, long matches winded him - with sweat dropping down his handsome face and cheeks hued red... but this? this tsukishima kei was biting down his lip, unfocused eyes barely holding your gaze as he felt obscene sounds threaten to pour out of his lips. his muscled thighs shook, chest rising and falling with each sleek inch you took within your mouth. the old, peeling club room wall behind his back was the only thing having him stand up straight.

your lipgloss was long slathered on his member, your mascara chipping away as heavy tears stinged your eyes. a gag raised to your throat, and you pulled back with a heavy heave. fluttering your eyes open to look at him again, you didn't stop the flick of your wrist against his erection. your soft palm dragged up and down his shaft and you felt it twitch.

a strong hand came to your wrist, his scratchy voice low, "w-wait."

you tilted your head, your silky strands fell down your shoulder as you all but pouted up at him, almost whining through your saliva-coated lips, "why?"

tugging you upwards, the forced you in his position quickly. your back met the wall, your eyes raking his figure as he fell down to his knees in front of you. his sharp eyes regarded your through his glasses, his words were undebatable, "your turn."

before you could yelp, or stop him with a strong hold on his shoulders, the man was raising your mini skirt and sliding off your slick-tainted panties to the side. his thumb collected your honeydew on it and he groaned, "shit, you're wet."

"i-" embarrassment wrote itself through every sinew of yours. you gulped quickly, arguing even quicker, "well, genius, what did you think would happen if i sucked you off? it'll be weirder if i was uh... dry."

"fair." the man raised a brow, bringing the same finger to his mouth and sucking it lewdly. he hummed round his digit, "sweet."

a quick strike on his head with your palm made him fall forward and stutter, "di-did you just hit me—?!"

despite the action, as tsukishima looked up at you. he knew he loved you. oh, you and your mouthy self.

you cut the man off with a high pitched retort, "don't say shit like we're in a fanfic or something! j-just do it if you have... have to."

tsukishima bunched his eyebrows, "you-" he grit his teeth, although flickers of amusement pooled in his eyes, "are you getting shy now?"

your cheeks flamed, "wh- no! i- y'know college guys aren't known for enthusiastically eat pussy. so, it's just... awkward."

"ah?" he grinned, "well i'm not your average guy."

"yeah." you nodded, agreeing quickly with a sly grin across your lips, "you're below average. in looks, for sure."

instead of running his mouth, he used his sultry muscle to run a thick stripe up and down your cunt. your knees bucked at his warmth against your heat, your eyes widening as he disappeared his face against your privates.

slick sopped out of your hole as tsukishima latched his pretty, pink lips around your clit and sucked hard. daring, he bit the nub and you yelped, "ah- asshole! be gentle."

you felt him smile against your wet cunt, thoroughly enjoying this mistreatment he was conducting on you. his words muffled against your honeyed sex, "sorry, y'know- first times. i'm a 'virgin.'"

your features bunched as he returned to his previous actions, flicking the tip of his expert tongue against your clit and eliciting strangled moans out of your lips. you managed in between gasps, "w-fuck, wait are you actually?"

tsukishima shrugged, not bothering answering if i involved him having to break away from your pretty pussy.

you laughed, "i was jus' teasing you but how... how do you manage to- fuck, right there!" you swallowed, eyes fluttering shut as you tilted your head upwards. taking in a deep breath, you continued your enquiry, "how did you manage being a virgin through all of college? especially, with being a jock- tsuki-! fuck... okay..."

the way the man was curling his tongue against your most sensitive parts, you were sure he was lying about his past. the thoughts in your head were rendered useless as you felt his digits press against your entrance before gently moving upwards to bury his fingers in your velvety hole.

"auh-!" you bucked forward, on edge by the sudden intrusion. suddenly aware of your falling balance, tsukishima sturdied you with a hand on your hip. the other curled within your walls, caressing the flesh with an intimacy that had your maw sagging open and moans of his name falling out. you called out desperately, "t-tsukishima...! fuck, fuck— my god."

your eyes rolled back, body slumping against the wall and only being held by the man buried in between your thighs. he continued his 'hither-to' motion inside you, using that gooey spot to make you come undone.

chants of his name left your mouth and at your sweet voice calling out his sweet four syllables, tsukishima's erection twitched. he moaned against you, trying to focus on collect all of your sweet, leaky juices down his parched throat instead of an ungodly, kinda-humiliating orgasm on the edge of which he was teetering.

his tip twitched as you continued gutturally calling out for his name. it was unabashed. the rooms of the club room were thin, you two knew that. you just didn't care. your voice became desperate, cracking round the edges as you screamed, "s-shit tsukki!"

fuck, that nickname?

the man clenched his eyes, burying his face in your heat, uncaring for the fact that your slick was currently clinging onto his eyewear like someone forlorn clings onto anything remotely holy. white oozed out of his tip, leaking down his shaft in heavy drops that tainted his skin and the hardware under him. his body shook, and above him he felt you come undone much the same.

your walls clamped down on his fingers, your hands grasping his blonde locks to bury him deeper against your cunt in an effort to let him drown in your divine nectar.

both of you heaved, and you felt yourself sliding down the same wall to collapse in his arms. his strong, muscled biceps wrapped around your clothed body and you felt the shiver in his chest as he held you close against himself. your eyes closed at his embrace and you tucked your face against the crook of his neck. safe.

weird. it was weird. how could a man like tsukishima kei, the man who quite literally fried your brain and made you wanna hurl every single for the past three years, make you feel... safe?

his voice was spent but steady, "there, there. calm down. i'm here. i'm here."

minutes ticked by and the room — which was once ablaze with the heat of sex and reckless, stupid decisions — was now growing colder. goosebumps rose against your skin as tsukishima kei lulled you into a feeling of safety against his slowly rising and falling chest.

soon though, as the feeling of ache and exhaustion dissipated from your bodies, you two came to your senses.

you pulled back, neck quite literally snapping up to look at him. you — the cheer captain, and him — the volleyball team captain. you both were half-naked and clutching each other as if the other would drift apart if not held as tightly as humanly possible. you and him?! you and the man you've spent three years agonizing over?! you and tsukishima kei???? seriously?!

your eyes met his and you swallowed, unable to do anything but part your mouth like a fish out of water. "uh..."

he looked just as confused as you at your current predicament, as if he hadn't been conscious for the previous part of it. as if he had been possessed by a succubus who had puppeteered him into fucking you on his tongue or something. he swallowed thickly as well, his adam's apple bobbing up and down, "uh... i- what is it that you wanted to talk about?"

"me?" your eyes fluttered quick, as if the action will jog up your foggy memory to speed. you repeated cluelessly, "what was i talking about?"

"before-" his expression grew sheepish, "before we like... y'know?"

"oh? that?" you shook your head, "i just wanted to tell you to uh, lighten up a little. the team will get a... a boost if you're nicer to them."

"yeah." tsukishima nodded, his arms still around your waist, "true."

you blinked, "you're agreeing with me?"

he blinked, "uh, yes?"

"wow," a sly smile made to your lips, "if i knew sucking you off would make you stop being a pain, i would have done this ages ago."

his words grew fiery at your words, "oh shut up. if i knew you'd grow manners if i ate you out, i would have done it first."

you both stared at each-other, awkwardly realizing that you two have been down to fuck for a long, long time. was that the cause for this tension? were you two just pent up idiots who wanted to fuck each others brains out?!

you cleared your throat, attempting to get up without meeting his eyes head on, "i- whatever. let's go home. it's too late."

"yeah." he nodded, "grab your stuff. i- uh, i'll walk you home."

standing up, you stared down at him and scoffed, "i'm alright. i can walk to my apartment myself. just because we... did that doesn't make it any easier for me to stand you."

ah, you and your razor-sharp mouth. he loved you. and he looooved to push your buttons more.

"i-" he huffed under his breath, "god, you're so fucking difficult."

you quirked an eyebrow, crossing your arms across your chest, "i heard that."

"yeah, yeah." he stood up as well, dismissing you to put his pants back. pants remind you.

"by the way... did you actually cum untouched, tsukishima?"

"i-" he whipped around to stare daggers at you. his eyes narrowed as he spat out, "what do you mean untouched?! i was touching you, wasn't i? my face was burried in your pu—"

you laughed, giggling at his condition, "aww, poor virgin came undone while giving me some head? that's actually lowkey cute."

he fisted his palms, cheeks growing crimson red, "you- you watch your mouth."

you popped a hip out, giving him an unyielding look of steel, "or what?"

"or this virgin is gonna fuck all of that smartness out of your sharp mouth."

you parted your lips, and then closed it again. yeah... you two definitely needed another session, or two... or three, maybe even more to fully fuck all the nasty out. you swallowed, saving it for another time. "whatever. just walk me home for now."

"well," he looked at the floor where your juices had spilt on, "first, we gotta clean."

although groaning, you agreed. after another twenty minutes, tsukishima kei locked the club room and you two found yourselves walking out of the empty uni campus and onto the main road just outside the massive door. the trees on either side of the road were slowly drying, their lonesome leaves falling onto the ground in a continuous shower. the night air was cold.

"so..." you dragged on, fiddling with the hem of your skirt, "are you actually a virgin, tsukishima?"

the man shrugged, "how about i answer that the next time we're fucking?"

"uh," with crimson red cheeks and heavy lashes, you tried to keep up with his long strides. so, there was going to be another time, huh? you stared at the road, muttering, "as if i'd fuck you agan."

he bit back, "hah, and as if i'd answer your stupid question."

there you two were, back to bickering into the night air as you two walked over to your apartment.

well, i suppose no amount of fuck sessions could chip away both of your bickering. you were stuck with this blonde man, tsukishima kei and his utterly skilled annoying mouth. he was stuck with this sharp-mouthed cheer captain and her utterly pretty annoying face.

a/n: first time posting haikyuu kinda nervous 🤪🫣 posting a long fic after a long time lol. i started watching haikyuu and i luv luv luv these homos so much omg. (i... may or may not have started writing a daichi and a ukai fic as well.) also, i hit 100+ followers here (on this acc) so thankyou to anyone who followed. may you get some good, sloppy head soon [UNLESS YOU'RE A MINOR OR DON'T WANT TO] mwuah :))

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hrtfelts · 12 days ago

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hot take alert: tsukishima kei prefers to praise over degrade BUT he is so sarcastic that it feels like degradation

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// tw ;; vaginal, impact play, praise/degradation, breeding mentions & rough sex

"that's right." he hums, while drilling into your aching pussy from behind, with his hand settled upon the apex of your back to keep you in place, "such a good fucking girl f' me." he slurs, adjusting his glasses which were rattling on his face with every harsh thrust, before returning his fingers to their rightful position — circling your clit at an agonising pace.

"k— kei!" you squeal. the side of your face was smushed against the pillow, and tears were clouding your vision from the way he was brutally pounding into you. still, out of the corner of your eye, you're able to catch a glimpse of the shit-eating grin plastered on his face. you were unsure what amused so greatly: maybe it was the fact his praise was thinly-veiled mockery, or maybe he just relished in knowing how well he was fucking your brains out — as you weren't especially good at hiding it.

you were laid out before him, feebly clutching at the sheets for an inkling of solace as his cock slammed into you at a dizzying rate. strings of profanities and pornographic moans fell from your lips, while your walls were already fluttering around his cock like you were gunna climax. not to mention your trembling legs.

"aw, is my princess close already? i barely started. you must love this too much." he huffed out a chuckle, hips unrelenting even as he spoke scornfully. "it's okay. some girls can't handle big dick." he caresses your back, his tender touch in stark contrast to his contemptuous tone. " its nothing to be embarrassed about. you're good for other things, sweetie." his voice dripped with honey and caramel; it was almost convincing.

"ngh— no." you lied through your gritted teeth, denying that you're ready to orgasm.

for that you received a fierce smack on the ass, followed by tsukishima squeezing the flesh in his hand, "then why's your pussy gripping me like a fucking vice?" he rasps through a clenched jaw, irritation clear in his tone as he struggles to maintain speed when your walls are clamping down on him.

"that's jus— ah!" you whimper as he lands another harsh smack on your ass, but this one is enough to send you hurtling over the edge. your toes curled and your entire body shuddered as you submit to the intense climax that overcomes you.

"aw, look at that. so pretty, even when you finish." tsukishima teases, massaging your waist and continuing to fuck you through your high, despite how your twitching cunt made it impossible for him to suppress his own orgasm. "must be enjoying yourself, huh?" he comments, directed to how your hips rock back aimlessly against his cock.

"mmph.." is all you're able to groan, fully relaxing onto the bed, entirely worn out from your ride.

"awh, sweetie, you're saying that you're going to lay there and let me use you until i cum?" he jokingly interprets your muffled grumble as something you certainly did not say, but it doesn't feel like a joke when his hips start speeding up and resuming his ferocious thrusting.

"and you're saying you want me to cum inside that pretty hole and fill you up?" he taunts, still stroking your waist in his big hands as he plows into your glistening cunt, "well, aren't you just my perfect angel."

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hrtfelts · 12 days ago

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fwb!bakugo is the only guy that’s made you cum from penetration alone. mdni (17+).

one minute some broken sentence is leaving your mouth about how he’s too deep, and the next you’re seeing colors as your pussy squeezes tightly around him.

katsuki slows down, hand still pressed against your lower tummy to feel the outline of his cock, as he watches you with a crooked grin. his already inflated ego growing bigger.

nearly a minute has passed and your walls are still pulsating with satisfaction around his thick dick. he almost grunts, but he quickly covers it by grumbling about how it’ll take more than that to make him cum this quick.

the after shocks of your orgasm are still flowing deeply through your body and katsuki never stops fucking you through it, not even once. crimson eyes stay glued to the blissful expression on your face, waiting for the moment he can resume his bruising rhythm again.

the second you give him the go ahead, his hips are bucking into yours—just like before—propelling your body forward on the bed.

“what were you bitchin’ about again?” he chuckles. his curved dick and brushes over your gspot again and draws another moan from you.

“doesn’t matter. if i hear you open that pretty mouth again and you’re not telling me how much you love this dick?” he growls. “i’ll fuck that attitude outta you. have you beggin’ me to stop ‘cause this pussy can’t handle it.”

your blood runs even hotter than before with increased arousal from his words. a warm hand glides up your body, grazing your breast in the process before he takes your chin between his fingers.

“that’s a promise.”

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hrtfelts · 14 days ago

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jean’s so gentle with you

warnings: smut, extremely gentle loving throat fucking bc jean is never rough he is a lover boy end of <3

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

he’s big. tall, broad shoulders, a strong and solid chest, hard, defined abs and beefy arms. so so big, yet so unbelievably gentle and sweet with his soft, lovely girl.

he rarely denies you, he thought hell would freeze over the day he told you ‘no’, but when you asked him to go rough? to fuck you harder? god, he couldn’t say yes. he could see how bad you wanted it, watery, pleading eyes, but he just couldn’t.

if he left even a single mark, whether it be a bruise or a hand print that stayed etched into your skin just a little too long, he’d consider committing a felony. honest to god.

with jean, it’s gentle, tender caresses, entwined hands, soft kisses, and filthy, yet somehow the most loving and romantic praises.

he’s not fucking your throat, he’s making love to it. on his knees, somehow still so tall and imposing, he hovers over you whilst you lay against the cushiony headboard with his cock slowly dragging in and out of your mouth with each careful movement of his hips.

when you manage to take him all, he coos through your gagging and spluttering, guitar string calloused hand cupping your jaw as his thumb smoothes across your chin, wet and sticky from drool and cum.

“there we go, baby,” he whispers, voice low and awestruck, honey glazed irises blown as he looks down to you, so fucking pretty with your mouth full of his cock, previously perfect lipgloss smeared around your lips. “so, so good f’me, yeah?”

preening and whining upon his praise, a blissed out smile tugs his lips upward, allowing you to catch a glimpse of his infuriatingly perfect teeth. “atta girl, f-fuck-“

it only gets better when he’s close. your ears are blessed with that little whimpery stutter, he sings your high praises even louder than before, and his knuckles turn that delicious white as he grips the headboard harder.

“shit, baby-“ he’s rutting into your mouth that little bit faster, which is perhaps the closest to rough you’ll even get with jean.

“g-gon’ cum, shit, gonna cum inside this pretty mouth, honey,” he croons with the softest of voices one could manage when on the brink, “y’ gonna swallow it, yeah? fuck, tell me you’re gonna swallow baby? p-please?”

you nod, nails digging into his thighs while more drool pools out of your soft lips, and that’s all he needs.

jean never holds back with his grunts and groans, he never keeps his thoughts to himself, you deserve to know how good you’re making him feel, you deserve kindness, you deserve gentleness.

and you deserve to cum at least three times after making your loving boy feel so fucking good.

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hrtfelts · 14 days ago

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— BEST FRIEND! SUNA

desc ;; your best friend helps you update your nudes. tws & tags ;; nsfw mdni. vaginal, oral (m & f receiving), overstimulation, squirting, filming, slight hair pulling, begging, objectification, breeding, praise + degradation. part one.

after the initial shock dies down, suna empathises with your frustration about being blocked by a guy you actually liked, and understands why that event has led you to want to update your gallery of nudes.

he explains that there are three types of photo that anyone will be receptive to. with these three pics, you'll be able to make any guy your bitch.

the three types of picture are as follows:

1. SQUIRTING PIC

his face drops, "uh," he splutters, not anticipating pushback, "girls can't squirt.. with vibrators." he blinks. the lies were somehow becoming less and less believable, despite how they weren't very convincing to begin with.

"that's a shame." you bow your head in attempt to suppress a chortle at his ridicoulous claim. finally, you decide to give him what he wants, "would you please tongue fuck me, then, rinny?" you bat your eyelashes at him.

"...sure."

"thank you." you smile up at him, innocently, and hum while motioning to his phone in his hand, "do you want me to take the picture since you'll be, uhm, busy?"

he shakes his head gently, and the words leave his mouth before his brain is able to fully process what's going on — he's still stuck on the part where you sent him your nudes. "it's fine. i'll just start videoing and put my phone.." he glances around his room, "here." as he hits the 'record' button and then props his phone up against the lamp on his bedside table. "then you can take screenshots from the part of the video you want."

you nod along with his explanation. however, the camera was behind suna currently, meaning that when he bends down between your legs, the back of his head would be blocking any parts of interest. thus, you inquire, "the thing is, when i finish, you'll be in the way. should we try a different position?"

"uh, i was just thinking you could just let me know when you're close and i'll move out the way." he offers up a simple solution.

"hm, alright." you shrug, twitching slightly as you watch suna get onto his knees near the edge of the bed. it was a sobering sight which made all this feel concerningly real. your best friend, who you've known since forever, was really about to eat you out. it all felt like some sort of hyper-realistic dream — if you thought about it too hard, you might wake up and this will all fade away, hence you refrained from doing so and wordlessly part your legs.

suna's hungry eyes lock onto your bare cunt; how soft your skin looks and the way your lips are already glistening with a thin layer of arousal. you're so perfect, it's like his whole life has been leading up to this moment; those other girls he's been with were just practise so he could fuck you right. his eyes fluttered close and his face drifted towards your pussy like a magnet to metal, until you interrupt:

"by the way, i've never squirted before — i don't even know if i can. so, erm, don't feel bad if i don't finish the way you expect. i can always just fake the pictures if i need to."

suna quirked an eyebrow, not daring to comment on your strange suggestion of falsifying a squirting pic. instead, he says monotonely, "you will. trust me, (y/n)." before you have time to respond, his lips are already connected to your cunt and sucking on sensitive clit, and thus an instinctive whine is forced from your open mouth.

it's easy to tell that he's done this before, and he's clearly a natural at it. one of his arms hook around your leg and presses it against his ear, while his other hand cups your pretty pussy; his thumb strokes at your folds, spreading them wide to allow his tongue access to the untouched parts of your sweet cunt. once he's done sloppily making out with your pussy, his tongue delves into your puckered hole, and his thumb trails upwards towards your clit, where he begins to rub and massage it while his tongue works your insides.

even then, his lips are still latched onto your skin and as his tongue is vigoursly pumping within your walls, slurping up your delicious juices from your entrance. your back arhces into his face, and your hands find their way into his already tousled hair. "hah- rinny, don't stop.." you were in love with the way he explored your insides, flicking at your walls trying to find that rough spot within you.

"mmh, won't." he murmurs against your pussy, the vibrations shooting electric sparks up your spine. he's lost himself in your addicting cunt; when his tongue isn't as far as he can reach in your hole, he's desperately lapping at your labia, greedily savouring your wetness.

"th— ank you, thank you!" you squeal, breath hitching as you can sense his tongue as finally located it — that gummy spot in your walls that makes your toes curl. and he takes full advantage of that once he realises. he'd roll his tongue upwards and aim straight for it whenever he'd dive back into your sopping hole, causing the coil in the pit of your stomach to tense whenever he does so. it wasn't easy to maneuver his tongue due to your unspeakable tightness, but his own saliva as lube made it easier.

"you taste.." he puctuates each word with a soft kiss on your clit, "s— so good." he melts into your pussy once more, sucking on and thrusting into your sore little hole. "mph, babe.."

"think— think 'm close.." with every lick and kiss he brings you closer to your climax.

"fuckin cum, then. n' make it loud." he mutters hoarsely, you can feel his words slither inside you. and soon enough, your coil snaps and your body stiffens in response to the wave of bliss that floods though you.

your first orgasm courtesy of your best friend was nothing short of perfect. due to your constricting pussy, he opts to use his thumb to stroke your clit in order to coax you through your full orgasm. also, so he could pull his face back from your cunt for just a moment and peer at your shivering frame and your bodily response during the high. and it was just as beautiful as he imagined: your back bowed into the perfect arch, as your glossy lips pull into a pout.

not to mention your addicting moans, "ahh— rin! i can't!" you squeak, limbs trembling. "fuck! fuck me— ngh!" it probably wasn't a good sign that you were already losing your mind. especially as, although you climaxed, you didn't squirt that time. and suna must've took that a sign to keep going. before you had even reovered from the first orgasmic haze, his mouth was already glued to your cunt again and was nibbling on your throbbing clit immediately.

you gasp in response to his unexpected movement, and you instinctively grip his hair as your eyes widen, "huh— what're you doing?"

"round two." he says casually. "gunna keep going until you squirt."

"but it's too much.." you blabber, chest rapidly rising and deflating as though you had just ran a marathon. the sheets strained in your fists, wrinkling with each open-mouthed kiss upon your raw cunt.

"that right?" he groaned, the vibrations causing you to gently jut your hips towards him, "sure you want me to stop?"

you're way too fucked out to respond, but the prolonged whine drawn from your throat at the way he idly laps at your pussy perhaps gives you away. "mph, no." you reply sheepishly, in a hushed tone.

"that's right, angel." he grumbles into you, your needy hole swallowing his words up as his hand strokes to the outside of your thigh, "it's just me. you know i want to make you feel good— and erm, help you take these pictures." he hastily corrects himself, then continues on with a gulp, hoping you're to lust-dazed to pick up on his freudian slip. "so are you going to let me help you?"

"yes, rinny." you sigh.

" 'yes, rinny' what?"

"please help me."

your desperate cries for release cause the corners of his lips to curl up into a devious smile. he then mumbles, while carefully caressing your ass, "that's my girl." he finishes with a prolonged and oddly inimate kiss upon your clit, before he swiftly pushes his tongue straight back into your prepped hole and re-establishes his previous rhythm.

the tip of his tongue scrapes against your sweet spot, as his lips drum a deep groan against your sopping pussy. there's an urgency to his pace that wasn't there before. he wasn't as steady; frequently losing his breath and having to ferociously yank his tongue out of your clingy hole and kiss down your slit as he tries to catch his breath. and as soon as he does, he wastes no time in plunging straight back into you.

despite how overstimulating it was, your hips work on their own as he grind down on his face, seeking the faint yet powerful sensation of his nose brushing your clit. his mouth worked feverishly against your cunt, and even as your climax toiled within your abdomen and you were inclined to jerk away from his merciless touch, his hand gripped onto your thigh to hold you firmly in place.

due to his fervent tongue action, and how sensitive you still were from your previous orgasm, it wasn't long before the swelling heat in your core was ready to boil over, pulsing with every devious strike his tongue lays into your hole. but this time it felt different to before, something was more powerful and fierce; like it was burning up the pit of your stomach, and your legs were already twitching trying to contain it. "stop, rinny, i—"

"shh, you're okay. let me take care of you." he rasps reassuringly against your cunt, though he's unsure if you can even hear him over your staggered squeaks. suna could tell you were close by the way your walls flutter around his tongue. he pulls out only so he can suck on your throbbing clit and sensitive folds.

this was all becoming so much, too fast. his tongue on your cunt, the harsh sunction on your clit, his rude grasp on your thighs — leaving you with no where to run to and no escape from the unending stimulation. you didn't know how to cope with it. "fuck, i can't. it's too much.."

"you can take it, angel. you're almost there." your thighs were pressed against his ears but he could feel your legs twitching and lashing out behind him. it was kinda cute that he was able to have this effect on you. since you were so close, he savoured every last drop of your juices, licking your cunt clean and delving into your creamy hole for more.

with the final stretch of your walls to accomodate for his tongue, something insides you snaps and a deep heat comes flooding out of your pussy. your back arches and a breathy shriek is forced from your gut; you're left with no choice but to submit to the all-encompassing, molten feeling. it's so overwhelming yet so relaxing, putting you at ease while causing your body to tense up and your walls to spasm around suna's tongue.

squirt gushes out of your hole, pouring down your legs and soaking your bedsheets. to that you can bring yourself to care, you hardly even notice. your entire body is frozen as you whien through gritted teeth, "ahh— suna, please!" you plead for mercy, as though rintaro could help you now — no , this was a struggle against your own body.

but suna was still nice enough to lead you through it, caress your thighs and kiss your folds even as your cunt was drenching his face and hair. "that's it, ride it out. i've got you, (y/n)." he coos, not usually so affectionate during sex but what can he say? you're his best friend and you're so special to him. "rinny's here." a smirk graces his lips upon referring to himself by that silly nickname.

"hah— suna.." you pant, eventually able to flatten your back against the bed. perhaps your orgasm had finished, but the remnants remains. your pussy was still drooling and your body felt worn, but in good way, like you had just hiked a mountain. not to mention the most glaring sign of your climax, your squirt that stained everything nearby — your cunt, your thighs, the bed, the floor and even your best friend.

"thank you.." you can't help but smile down at him; seeing him dishevelled and covered in your juices was oddly endearing.

"uhm.. it's fine." suna grumbled awkwardly, avoiding eye-contact and suddenly going shy.

"what's the matter?" you ask, concerned.

"i— uh, i forgot to move out of the way for the picture."

2. CREAMPIE PIC

okay, so squirting didn't exactly go as planned. however, hope was not lost. suna explained to you that another type of image that makes guys go absolutely feral for a woman is a creampie pic.

although, you were initially skeptical of the logic; if you were a guy, seeing the girl you're interested in stuffed with the cum of another man probably wouldn't do anything for you. but suna just cited natural biological instincts, and regardless of whose cum it is, it will always activate a man's primal instinct to reproduce with you. yup, it's true.

so, you didn't argue with him any further.

there you were, laid out nude on the bed as you let your best friend in the whole world pound into you. with your legs in the air, resting on his shoulders, suna stood at the edge of the bed and fucked into your pretty pussy relentlessly. his eyes were fixated on where your hips met, watching carefully as your greedy hole swallowed him up.

"so tight. can't believe you were hiding this pussy from me, baby." he slurs, idly toying with your pebbled nipple. though it wasn't an easy task as his cock pierced into you with such a force that your tits were bouncing dramatically with each thrust.

"n' you're so big.." you return the compliment, and despite how he was fucking your brains out, it wasn't too hard to muster up the words as his fat cock was about the only thing you could think about — the way his massive length was stretching out your insides, felt like he was leaving you with no room to breathe.

he huffs a chuckle at the sultry way in which you speak, you're clearly not all there, yet you're still making sense and saying exactly what he wants to hear. "should've dicked you down earlier, huh, babe?" he gradually slows down, easing in and out of you and allowing your cunt to savour every last inch of him. really show you what you've been missing.

"uhuh.. never been— ngh, been fucked like this before." you stutter, looking up at him with dewwy eyes. feigning innocence, when you both know pull well that you just want him to start rearranging your guts againt. still, he buys it. he's so enamoured by you regardless, and leans into press a firm kiss against your lips, then begins to scatter kisses along your jaw and down your neck. however, he holds your legs against his shoulders the entire time, even as he bends over, and essentially folds you in half while he sucks hickeys into your neck and teasingly drags his cock in and out of you.

"so flexible as well. perfect fucking angel." there's a certain agony in his voice that you can't quite decipher, partially due to his words being buried against the bruised skin of your neck, partially due to how absorbed you are in his cock delicately splitting you open. "should've blown your back out on halloween. in that slutty costume."

your costume was far from incdecent that night. it was normal, but funnily enough, you were probably the most conservatively dressed person at that party — still, it was the fact you were wearing it which made it slutty. you and your perfect, perky tits and round ass. and your dripping cunt that you photographed after suna walked you home, instead letting him take care of you. in retrospect, you were the most gorgeous person at the party and you were both tipsy enough to have made some bad decisions. so, why didn't he rip that slutty costume off you that night?

as he's reminiscing, without realising, his pace increases until he's practically ramming into you once again. not that you were opposed, in fact, this what you've been aching for. "yes, rinny! please, please, keep going." you beg, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, not only from the rough way his dick was piercing into your tight little cunt, but also from the strain at the back of your thighs from the way he has your legs dangling right by your ears.

"pretty girl.." he grumbles into your neck, marking you up while still slamming his hips against your repeatedly. he's so close; he can feel your heart beat against his chest, and more importantly, your erect nipples poking him through his shirt. "dick too big for you? too big for this tight hole?"

"uhuh." you drawl, losing yourself to the hedonistic haze until he snaps you out of your trance by gripping your cheeks in his hand. your eyes are forced open and you see his face hovering above yours.

"your gunna have to get used it then. your pussy's mine now." his heavy eyes drag lecherously down your exposed body, admiring how it jerks upwards with each rough thrust. "open." his grip tightens on your face.

you shyly part your lips, just enough for him slot two fingers right inside there, so deep it almost causes you to gag. your tongue swirls his digits momentarily before he yanks them out with a faint pop, then slips his wet fingers down between your thighs to pinch and rub at your swollen clit.

"such a good g— nghh." as he's trying to mock you, he has to choke back a whimper, due to your walls clamping down on his cock unexpectedly. it's only temporary, and he's freed in time to keep furiously pounding into you, but it does cause a lapse in his rhythm. he can tell you're close; your pussy speaks on your behalf. even then, your cock-drunk expression and trembling legs were a dead giveaway too.

"you almost there?" he heaves, nails sinking into your soft hips as he continues to brutishly drive into you. "cum for me, baby."

although his wispy voice hardly cracked above a whisper, in combination with his expert fingers abusing your little clit and his buldging tip hitting just the right spot inside you, he sends you hurtling over the edge. your toes curl and back arches off the mattres as your cunt squeezes around his length. "fuh— fuck, suna! right there, mph!"

staggered breaths pull from his chest and his eyes wring shut as your walls clamp down on him and milks him for all he's worth. hushed moans fall from his lips as he relishes in the best pussy he's ever had, before he fills you up entirely with his seed. the hot tension spreading throughout his body is the only thing keeping him upright, otherwise your tight grip on his length was enough to cause his knees to buckle under him.

his cum permeates through your insides, coating your walls and burrowing at your cervix. it was the most satisfying experience; like a comforting hug for your insides after they had been destroyed by suna's fat cock.

despite the fact he's too tired to move and relishing in the feeling of your stuffed cunt, he does the right thing by gently sliding out of you and grabbing his phone from the nightstand and flipping the camera on. after his length is removed, there's nothing left to plug your hole and hence his white seed is left to slowly drip out of you. pearling by your entrance, then seeping down across your ass and onto the bed.

he took two pictures: one with flash and the other without.

"thanks, rinny.." you drone, in a whiny high-pitched tone.

"it's fine." he states, enchanted by the way he's left his mark on you. his fingers move on their own to swipe some of his cum back into your cunt, shoving it right up there roughly, despite your weak protests, "i didn't know you were on birth control."

that single sentence was enough to whip you out of your fucked-out daze. you try not to make your anxiety too obvious, but you body may have betrayed you by freezing up, "uh, right.."

3. BLOWJOB PIC

of course, this one was the least surprising proposal.

although, you were perplexed by this for a similar reason to the creampie pic — why would a guy want to see you sucking another man's dick? — but suna once again reassured you that the sensuality of the image will distract from any possessiveness. and either way, if a guy does happen to start experiencing some stirring jealousy, that will only make him want you even more, so he can stake his claim over you.

that was logic you could follow. sorta.

when you initially got on your knees in front of suna, the plan was that you would lick him clean of the variety of fluids sticking to his shaft and he'd take a couple photos as you did so. which he did; as your tongue worked up and down his warm length, swallowing the salty juices as they gathered on your tongue, suna watched from behind his phone screen. the flash was on so every time he'd snap a picture, he'd get a clear vision of your cute face lapping at his cock.

there was a dull thumping in his chest. he couldn't believe this was actually happening, his sweet best friend whom he has shared so many memories with and whose always been a shining light of comfort and innocence in his life — now you were asking him to take nudes for you.

"i got the photo." he croaked, strangely implying you could stop, while his hands told a different story as they tangled into your roots.

with your eyes shut, your kiss up his length, paying particular attention to the thick vein decorating his shaft, which made him shudder. "mm, but i'm not done, suna."

"but i got your photo." he repeated.

you smile, huffing a laugh out of your nose while your lips were still pressed against his throbbing tip. the air tickled his sensitive length and he had to grit his teeth and ball his fists to suppress a moan. you don't make it any easier by looking up at him with your starry eyes and dulcet voice, "but i want to thank you for all your help."

he blinks down at you, speechless as he watches you tease his tip with the flat of your tongue.

you take his dumb-founded silence and sitffening grip on your head as permission to finally envelope his cock with your mouth. first, you part your lips and take in his leaky tip. it's hot with need, and you can tell by the spluttered moan you lure of suna, he's been aching for this. your mouth has to stretch uncomfortably wide to fit his girth, but you're willing to make sacrifices for your best friend in the world.

you follow up by sinking forward, allowing his dick to slide back in your mouth until it's brushing against your uvula. thankfully you're too distratced by his hand lovingly caressing your strained cheek to even think about gagging. you look up at him, mouth full, and he smirks. "you look perfect like this." his thumb grazes your cheekbone then he cups your chin, tempting you forward, closer to his base, "think you can take it all?"

without further instruction, you pull away from him then lean forward again, accepting his entire length into your mouth despite how your throat constricts around his tip. and you keep going on like this; eyes screwed shut as you frantically sucked his cock. there was an extreme urgency to your movements, as you learned that if you deep-throated him and retreated fast enough, your body wouldn't have time to react or gag.

you were fully consumed by him. your best friend's cum was swirling around in your womb, conjesting your pussy and pooling in your panties while his cock was continuously drilling into your mouth. even your nose kept pressing against his base so his deep musk was all you could inhale. plus, you had his hickeys and marks littering your neck and collarbone.

your brows furrowed together as you struggling to take him all, and he laughed shakily at the sight. "when did you get so good at sucking dick, hm?" there was a sliver of sarcasm in his tone, but you were far too preoccupied to notice or care.

your severe mouth-action was far too much for him to handle. perhaps he was finally getting a taste of his own medicine, but being thoroughly pleasured so soon after his previous orgasm has left him so painfully sensitive. the way your tongue licked the underside of his shaft as your lips dragged against him was too intoxicating and it made him light-headed. fortunately, there was a wall behind him to brace against when he was about to lose balance.

his erection was so stiff, your lips were quick to bruise from the rapid friction against it. he left a dull bitter flavour in your mouth that trickled down your throat which each harsh thrust — it was unpleastant yet you loved it. you begged for more with each impassioned movement.

"shit— you drive me fuckin' crazy, you know that." he wheezed with almost a chuckle. if his dick virtually twitching in your mouth didn't make it obvious enough that he was close, then his mindless garbling certainly must have. "sendin me all those slutty pictures. it's like you wanted this."

he narrows his eyes and squeezes your chin, causing you to falter, "gunna finish me off like a good whore?"

your eyes are watery and crystalline tears poke at your lashline. you answer his question with half of a solemn nod before continuing to bob your head back and forth on his cock, but this time with a fiery desperation he's yet to see from you. tears cascading down your cheeks as you deep-throated his pulsing cock over and over. while saliva clung to his length and stained your cheeks and chin.

soon enough, that determined expression was wiped clean off and replaced with a horrifically lewd one as he comes undone right into your mouth. "fuck, that's it, (y/n). that's right. such a good girl.."

your eyes roll back in your head at the hot instrusion sinking down your throat with a sting. still, suna's fingers were locked in your roots to keep you in place as he bucks into mouth slowly, "yeah.. perfect, baby. swallow it." he says gruffly. you did so, albeit it's not like you had much of a choice.

eventually, he slides his dick out of your mouth and you both watch as strings of saliva keep you linked. you smile, amused, but suna is hasty to sever the connection and stuff his cock back into his trousers.

you gaze at him silently, hands placed neatly on your lap. there's been a sudden shift in his demeanour; he's still panting, but he notices and quirks a brow at you, "what?" he asks, curtly.

"so, are you officially my bitch now?"

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hrtfelts · 14 days ago

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❥ the many times you & suna get caught making out at school.

i. case one : the bleachers, during practice.

suna rintarou makes eye contact with you in between each successful block.

you ignore it. or try to. but your thighs are squeezing & he’s licking lips & you’re mean with want so you decide you can’t wait any longer. kita calls for a water break & you call rintarou to the stands. dumb dog doesn’t even hesitate.

“what.”

you mouth a come here & he raises a brow, but his feet shuffle after you regardless. he helps you over when you’re just about to stumble under the bleachers, & before the poor boy can regain a balance of his own you’re shoving him against the wall like he’s sack wheat.

he grabs your thighs like it’s instinct.

sugar lips. sticky gloss. heavy palm that can’t decide between your back & your throat. you’re pulling him deeper by the collar & he’s tapping your inner thigh desperately as if to say ‘baby baby lemme breathe’

“where the hell is suna?!”

but his tongue is down your throat so you don’t hear kita’s yell. suna’s palming your hips & squeezing your waist & you’re gasping his name while thumbing his neck and—

“AYOOOO,”

atsumu’s pointing to both of you with gaping mouth & widened eyes. “kita i found them! they’re doing foreplay under the—!”

you’re mortified. suna on the other hand? doesn’t even bother to wipe your saliva dribbling down his chin. he stares at atsumu with twitching brows & twisted face.

“you’re so annoying,” / “and you’re so in trouble”

atsumu doubles over as kita comes in & drags suna out by the collar. you on the other hand shuffle out quietly, quick to sneak away before you can fall victim to further embarassment.

★ Y/N L/N ⎯⎯ STUDENT RECORD.

offense: EXPLICIT BEHAVIOR IN STUDENT GYM

punishment : banned from entering the gym for a week.

issued by: kita shinsuke, sports president.

‘y/n, i expect better from you. and suna, you’re on probation.’

ii. case two : rooftop roughhousing

you think you’re so intelligent.

lunch break & you’re on the school rooftop with a skip in your step. you dragged suna rintarou away from his teammates during lunch & now he trails behind you with hands in his pockets as you hop unto the railing.

thighs crossed. hair in the wind. lopsided grin with blood drenched cheeks & eyes star-achingly bright. “tell me you love me.”

he’s rolling his eyes but his palms find your thighs. “i love you.”

you pout. “say it like you mean it.”

he kisses your neck instead.

you squeal, dodging suna’s kisses as he chases your lips with a grin. he pulls away teasingly before you tug him in by the tie.

you don’t hear the door unlock behind you.

rintarou’s tongue licks your molars. you kiss at his teeth & his thumb grazes your inner thigh as you giggle between his lips. he mutters something about how your gloss tastes like home before a voice sends a jolt down your spine:

“OUT.”

the home room teacher with obnoxious clipboard in hand & outfit desperate to align with the office siren aesthetic. you cling to suna as he quickly lifts you off the railing, palm still gripping your skirt even when he sets you on the ground.

busted.

★ Y/N L/N ⎯⎯ STUDENT RECORD.

offense: INAPPROPRIATE RELATIONS IN RESTRICTED AREA

punishment: detention.

issued by: madam keqing, homeroom teacher.

‘such behavior is not tolerated on school grounds. should this happen again, parents will be notified immediately.’

iii. case three : security snitching

suna’s tapping your thighs like it’s morse code for ‘mine.’

5PM thursday / behind the school gym / your fingers & suna’s belt loop. the middle blocker’s especially hungry today. god knows that thursdays mean you don’t get to share a single class with the athlete; so on days like this when school is long closed & you think no one’s watching he kisses you like he can’t fucking breathe.

point of empasis: you think no one’s watching.

the security camera overhead gets a front row seat to your antics. suna says your gloss spoils in the heat so you lick him off your wrist like honey. he’s pressing you against the wall with teeth on your earlobe like if he bites a little more you’ll seep into his skin. you let him unbutton your shirt & kiss you till he’s love-drunk & bleary eyed.

friday morning starts off in the vice-principal’s office.

black & white images neatly printed on the desk, a fan that blows just loud enough to cover up your feet tapping. you’re mortified. suna’s fingers, however, drum on your thigh like he’s not in trouble for kissing you silly on a midsummer day.

“what do you have to say for yourselves?”

“crazy work.”

you pinch him under the table. you don’t miss the grin that tugs at his lips as he takes a good look at the photos.

“interesting response, mr.suna,” the vice-principal’s eyes narrow. without them leaving suna he continues, “and ms. l/n ? i expect better from you. both your parents will be notified.”

you’re about to apologize & plead on your behalves, but suna notices the worry in your eyes & beats you to the punch.

“wait,” he clears his throat. “i have an explanation.”

“yes?”

“we’re in love.”

he says it like it’s the cure to all your problems. you resist the urge to slap him (and yourself).

“thank you, you are both dismissed. and again, your parents will be notified.”

busted.

again.

★ Y/N L/N ⎯⎯ STUDENT RECORD.

offense: EXPLICIT BEHAVIOR ON SCHOOL PROPERTY

punishment: parent report issued, two-day detention and required report on student ethics.

issued by: mr. ayato, vice principal.

‘inarizaki high makes it a point to ensure student safety by strictly prohibiting sexual or explicit acts on the premises. we hope ms.l/n will heed our warnings, regardless of whether or not she is “in love.”

STUDENT CASE STATUS : CLOSED.

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✮⋆˙ High!Choso is touchy when he's stoned.

It’s just past midnight when you two stumble into the late-night taco joint, neon buzzing, parking lot half-full with drunk twenty-somethings and the smell of grease hanging thick in the air. The kind of place that’s open till 3am and never judges you for looking like a mess.

Choso’s hood is up, face half-shadowed under his beanie, rings hanging from his fingers, eyebrow piercing catching the cheap light every time he blinks slow. He’s behind you in line, all body heat and lazy hands, high as shit and totally unapologetic about it.

You can smell the kush on him. It’s in his hair, his clothes, the way his words come out half-laughed and slow like molasses.

He leans into your back, arm hooked around your waist, tugging you close until your hips bump the ordering counter.

“Yo…” he murmurs into your neck, breath hot and heavy, “this line movin’ slow as fuck.”

“You’re the one who said you wanted tacos,” you mumble, trying to act unbothered even though one of his hands is firmly settled on your ass, like it belongs there.

“I want you more,” he grins, eyes lidded, fingers squeezing once—firm and slow like he’s kneading dough. “You real soft tonight, baby. Makin’ me wanna skip the food and eat somethin’ else.”

“Choso,” you hiss through your teeth, glancing around. The couple behind you is definitely staring. “Can you not grope me while we’re in line?”

He hums, completely unbothered, nosing at the crook of your neck. “Why not? You mine, ain’t you?”

You roll your eyes, ignoring how your stomach flips every time he says shit like that. Possessive. Blunt. Honest. No filter when he’s high, and even less when he’s got both arms wrapped around you like you’re his damn emotional support animal.

His other hand slides up under your hoodie, warm fingers resting right under your bra. Too high up to be accidental.

“Choso,” you warn again, but your voice is thinner now. Weaker.

“Relax,” he mumbles. “Ain’t no one really lookin’. And if they are—good. Let ‘em see who I go home with.”

You look back at him and raise a brow. He meets your eyes, lazy smile curling over his lips, and just for a second, you can’t tell if he’s drunk off weed or just drunk on you.

Probably both.

Then, as the line finally moves, he grins wider and lets his hand fall from your chest to slide back down, squeezing your ass again with a soft groan in your ear. “Fuck. I swear, you get thicker every week. Makin’ it hard to be good.”

“I’m about to smack you,” you mutter, cheeks burning as the guy at the register tries not to laugh.

Choso’s already pulling out his wallet with one hand, the other still glued to your waist like you’re his lifeline.

“Y’all got, like, six carnitas, extra lime? And a horchata for my girl,” he says without missing a beat. Then, without even looking at you, he adds, “She a lil’ mean when she’s hungry.”

You elbow him hard, but he just grins again, slips a kiss behind your ear.

“Still my favorite snack, though. Ain’t nothin’ on this menu better than you.”

And yeah—you roll your eyes again, but you still reach for his hand, because even when he’s high out of his damn mind, being groped in public, smelling like smoke and trouble—you’re kinda obsessed with him too.

✮⋆notes, the way im giggling while writing this is foul af. also... i've been missing for like three days

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🜼 ⋆ needy choso begs for you to hold him down while you bounce on him filthy.

“p–pin me,” he breathes, barely able to say it without choking on the way your cunt drags over him, slow and wet and so deep he’s not even sure if he’s breathing anymore. “baby—please, i need you to—fuck—just hold me down, please—”

he sounds so fucking desperate for it, voice raw like he’s already about to break. his wrists twitch where they’re resting beside his head, fingers curling like he’s holding onto the sheets for dear life, muscles flexing like he’s fighting every instinct in his body not to grab you and fuck up into you like an animal.

but he doesn’t. he waits. even when he’s whining under his breath, even when he’s shaking, even when his hips are already lifting off the bed trying to chase the feel of you.

you lean forward, body flushed against his, and catch his wrists in one hand, pressing them down into the mattress above his head. you barely have to apply pressure—he surrenders instantly, melting under you, a choked groan ripping out of him like the act of being restrained alone is too much for him.

“fuck—thank you.” he says it like a prayer, eyes wide, staring up at you like you’ve just given him heaven.

he’s so loud when you start to move again, so fucking needy, his moans high and breathless, little broken uh-uh-uhs every time your hips slap against his. you keep him pinned, riding him slow, deep, making him feel every single inch. he bucks up once—just once—and you stop completely, hovering there with him twitching inside you.

“stay still,” you whisper, dragging your free hand down his throat, pressing just enough to feel the way he swallows hard. “you said you wanted to be good, right?”

he nods—frantic—already panting, already falling apart. “m’sorry—i am, i am good, please keep going, please—i won’t move, just—ride me, please, i need it so bad—”

you hum, starting to move again, rolling your hips in slow, controlled circles, watching him shiver and shake like he’s being edged without mercy. he keeps whining, making a mess of the sheets under him, cock twitching inside you as he fights to stay still. he tries. he’s so good for you, trying so fucking hard not to thrust up, not to beg too much, even when his eyes roll back and his toes curl and he’s whispering your name like it’s the only word he remembers.

but then—then he breaks. it starts with a tremble, a twitch of his hips, then a full, desperate buck up into you like he just can’t help it anymore.

“can’t—can’t take it,” he gasps, biting his lip, hips jerking again and again like he’s chasing his orgasm with every last ounce of strength he has. “feels too good—fuck, please let me come—please—”

and you just keep going. slow, deliberate, grinding down on him as he whimpers under you, hands still trapped, eyes wet and glassy and begging for release like he’ll die if you don’t let him come soon.

and maybe you will.

maybe you won’t.

depends how much more of his pretty begging you want to hear.

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hrtfelts · 14 days ago

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⋆˚ ✿ ˖ ࣪ plug!choso likes you a little too much

your plug definitely likes you a little too much, giving you free weed all the time, even when he knows it’s getting a little out of hand. but choso just doesn’t really know how to say no to you, especially when you wear shirts that are incredibly low cut or push up bras that basically show your whole world. it takes a lot for him to keep his eyes on yours, resisting the urge for them to drift where he knows they shouldn’t.

but he’s a gentleman, ignoring the short skirts or short shorts you wear that just barely cover your ass, or the slim fitted clothes that hug your body perfectly. he does have to adjust his stance sometimes to hide the painfully boner in his pants.

but you still notice. it’s so pathetically obvious with his awkward coughs to try and hide his arousal, or the way he bites on his bottom lip. and you’re not afraid to take advantage of this little ‘crush’ he has on you. especially when it gets you free weed and occasionally some free dick.

the first time it happened was at a party, the both of you high as a kite with choso a little more unfiltered than he usually is. he was also stuck to you like glue. he couldn’t keep his eyes off you and that dress you were wearing - couldn’t hide the tent in his pants either. and you thought fuck it - he’s cute enough, got a nice smile that makes your stomach swirl.

so here you were, in an empty bedroom riding your plug like a cowboy, your pussy clenching around his cock as his tip kisses your cervix. he was way bigger than you imagined. where had he been hiding all that?

he couldn’t contain the whines the fell from his lips, his hands gripping on your hips, bouncing you up and down on his cock. he’d been dreaming of this for months, finally having you the way he wanted, despite how messy he knows this could get. but god, you looked so fucking good riding his cock with your head thrown back, moaning out his name in a way that just made his tip throb.

with the way your clit smacks against his pelvis and the curve of his cock abusing that sweet spot of yours, you feel a tight build up in your stomach, gripping harder on choso’s shoulders that you’re using to balance yourself.

“m’so close cho..”, you whine with furrowed brows, looking down at him with a desperate expression. he swallows. why do you have to be so ridiculously attractive?

he feels his own build up the moment you speak with a strained voice, looking at him with lust and need. his cock’s been dying for it’s release, but he held back - there was no way he wanted to fuck this up by cumming like a virgin.

he groans, thrusting up and kissing your cervix, brushing past your g-spot and causing your orgasm to rush through your veins. your back arches and your body writhes, whining in pretty moans that you couldn’t even try to hold back. it was too much for him, feeling his cock throb as it shoots hot hot white cum that covers your walls while whimpering out in a pathetic way you found so attractive.

you were definitely too drunk on your orgasm mixed with your high to realise your plug just came inside you, choso nervously biting along the bottom of his lips and looking up at you like a misbehaved pup, “sorry..”

you pout, “as long as you’re paying for plan b.”

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the pink fluffy pillow made your knees feel so good! your knees felt great, you couldn’t help but thank your men in your head. your head bobbed and bobbed. sucking and slurping up as much cum as you could. you were so zoned out, so into it that you hadn’t realized it had been hours. hours swallowing connie’s cum and sucking him hard and fast for more. your pretty chubby face was creamy. wet, slimy, spit dripping from the corner of your mouth while your eyes stayed on connie’s tired ones. “c-c’mon mama. you not tired?” you nodded, humming around him making his thighs tenses, balls jumping and cum splatter out of his sore red tip. he groaned head lulling back against the couch.

you were gonna swallow it and keep going, tummy slowly getting full with him but a harsh hand grabbed your head pulling you off the pretty tan dick that fell back against connie’s stomach. “let me see” ony’s deep voice sent a shiver down your body, pussy soaking down onto your fluffy pink pillow. turning you head you made eye contact with the chocolate man, his eyes counting money, tieing it and adding it to the stack that was on the table. when he finally looked up at you he smirked, shaking his head at his messy girl then counted the new money in his hand. “open ya mouth princess” your cheeks were puffy, mouth still savoring the last little load of connie. your tounge came out, white cream all over it. both men laughed at how innocent you looked - and connie groaned.

“this isn’t funny” his eyes were still closed, body tired and almost entering sleep. “i mean ..” eren stated staring down at you, you looked up at him, doe eyes making his own dick jerk. it was sudden - him dropping to your level and kissing you hard. you shared the cum gladly with your rennie, moaning against his lips and trying to pull down his sweats all until ony interrupted- again. “aye no!” he said more to eren; money all counted and now he wanted you. “you got a run to make pretty” pulling back with a pop of his lips; eren rolled his eyes grunting. he stared at your face, kissed you lips and left you there. wet, needy, sad. you watched all his moves. how he walked and grabbed his black bag, dapping onyankopon then softly kissing his lips leaving. he gave you a stubble wink - a wink you knew all about.

once gone it was quiet - all except connie’s snores. your pussy throbbed needing something and ony knew exactly what do to. he whistled, making you look up from the ground to see his curved cock out and waiting. you didn’t even remember when exactly you got up from your knees. but you remember exactly when you slid down onto him - slowly, rotating your hips to fit his curve. the stretch he gave being such a painful pleasure. you moaned loudy forehead falling against his as you bounced. “that’s my girl” he encouraged, lips kissing your neck and slapping your ass. “get whatcha need my baby”

your ass clapped against his thighs. “d-daddyyy” hands rested on his kness, ony bit his lips pulling up your crop top exposing your brown hard nipples. he spit on your left one and pinched your right one. the lawn chair creeking beneath you both, as he bucked up into you meeting you in the middle. his white teeth grazed your left nipple sucking it in. “oh!fuckkk!” you pussy squeezed around him, eyes rolling to the back or your head as your body slightly spasmed. “you there?” he pulled back leaving you nipple cold, his hands moved to your ass, spreading your cheeks and sliding down his chair more taking full control.

your head fell into his neck, weed and cologne making you go dizzy. his dick going deeper touching that spot only your three boys could. you babbled. babbled about nothing, squeezing his tattooed muscular arms in the white shirt while you creamed for what felt like days.white slim made a mess on onyankopon. he gritted his teeth, grunting. his own release being stuffed in your pussy. “love my baby” he mumbled muscles flexing, and his hand patting your back. dick just resting in your tunnel.

“gotta save that cum for rennie” he whispered in your ear, still sending comforting pats to your back making your mind slowly go blank. “daddy gotta make sure all his babies good”

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⋆˚ ✿ ˖ ࣪ yuji fucking the attitude out of his mean girlfriend

thinking about our sweetheart yuji with a mean and bitchy girlfriend, the type of girl no one would’ve expected him to be with. it even has his friends wondering why he’s with you, and yuji just replies with a hum, “well you don’t know her like i do.”

but even if your boyfriend always has your back, ready to defend you in public, he knows that your unwarranted attitude definitely needs fixing from time to time, especially when it’s directed at him — even if your words are secretly causing a growing erection in his pants that he’s struggling to hide with flushed cheeks and a hand scratching the back of his neck.

your bitchy eye rolls from before turn into ones of pleasure with the snap of yuji’s hips, his pelvis colliding with the curve of your ass while continuing to pound in and out of your pussy as your walls stretch around his thick length, causing you to cry out in pleasure, “yuji! p-please, can’t take it!”

“yeah, you can.. you’ve been so mean to me, baby. y’still need to say sorry.”, yuji breaths out with a heavy chest, watching the way your pussy swallows his length completely, bottoming out inside of you and gently kissing your cervix, “oh, fuck- you’re taking me so deep..”

you whimper in response as your gummy walls flutter around his shaft, gripping onto yuji’s bedsheets for dear life. he can’t help the whine that escapes his lips, lost in the feeling of your pussy as he continues to snap his hips with his throbbing cock abusing your walls, eager for those cries of pleasure from you. he loves fucking you like this, where you have no choice but to stop running your mouth when all you can do is form babbles and whines from your lips, struggling to take his cock.

“i’m sorry! yuji- i can’t-”, you cry with tears of pleasure forming in the corners of your eyes, with that familiar build up of hot white pleasure filling your core as your walls continuously clench around your yuji’s cock over and over.

he moans out before replying, his tone sweet despite the merciless thrusts of his hips as his hands that grip harshly onto the plush of your hips, struggling to contain himself, “yeah? you’re really sorry?”

you nod mindlessly, your eyes glossy and your lips parted as you struggle to catch your breath, the sound of clap! clap! clap! echoing throughout his bedroom walls alongside the needy and helpless whines that fall from your lips, your peak on it’s tipping point and your clit throbbing from the intense penetration.

“ah- you wanna cum, baby? i can feel it..”, yuji mutters, and all you can do is cry out with helpless nods, biting on the bottom of your lip to contain yourself and the pathetic noises you fail to hold back. you’re so desperate for your release, turning into putty as your boyfriend fucks your bad attitude out of you and turns you sweet and submissive — something his cock can’t help but twitch at.

“me too- cum with me? please, baby?”, yuji whines, his thrusts growing sloppy and uncoordinated with his throbbing cock and build up of pleasure that threatens to spill out of his leaky tip. when he has you like this, he can’t stay mad at you for long as he grows desperate for both of your highs, wanting to make you feel good even if you hadn’t fully earned it.

and with his words sending your stomach fluttering with butterflies, you feel the buck of your hips as that familiar sensation of euphoria crashes down on you, writhing and moaning while your nails claw down yuji’s back. he’s moaning alongside you, holding you close as his hips continue rutting in and out of your sensitive walls to the point of tears.

so, even if yuji’s deemed way too sweet for you, his mean and bitchy girlfriend, he always knows how to fix that attitude of yours, turning you completely submissive and needy beneath him, like you’re made of putty — and he fucking loves it.

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hrtfelts · 14 days ago

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MDNI, f!reader, smut between a sentient robot and a human, satoru is still a cocky bastard (i love him), he is very curious, he has a metal cock and knows how to use it, slight breeding kink. | wc: 1.2k | dividers made by me <3

robot satoru . . . he is a machine built in the image of a man — a painfully handsome one at that (not that you’d ever admit it out loud). he was engineered to perfection, a man of metal with an artificial intelligence too advanced for human comfort. and for some reason, he is utterly fascinated by you.

or more specifically — what you are. a female human; a woman. soft where he’s hard, warm where he’s cold. the opposite of what he represents, his other half biologically (if he were human) so to speak. but really, he is intrigued by how your feeble body responds to him — responds to sex… or as he likes to call it — “pleasure testing”. and all in the name of science, of course.

and in your case, you’re not sure what’s more degrading — the way his metal hips slam into you with flawless precision in a brutal rhythm, his cock angled just right to hit that one spot over and over — or the way he groans, voice crackling with static, sounding far too pleased for something that shouldn’t even be capable of feeling desire.

“you’re so tight,” he murmurs. “ideal conditions… optimal for breeding.”

…a robot said that.

you should be horrified. you want to be horrified. but instead, your cunt pulses and flutters around him, slick gushing out of you like your body’s trying to please him, trying to coax release from something that doesn’t even produce it.

it doesn’t matter, though. because your body - your biology - it doesn’t care. it only knows one thing: that he’s filling you perfectly.

your face burns with shame as you bury it into the pillow beneath you, your thoughts completely turned to mush.

how humiliating.

but it’s working.

and the worst part is — he knows. you know that he knows. because satoru (or so he is called) knows everything — too intelligent for his own good (or yours).

“you liked that,” he drones clinically, sounding oddly amused. you whimper. “heart rate elevated. body temperature increased by 5.3 percent. pupils dilated—”, the robot goes on and on, listing symptoms off.

you shiver from both his words and his curious caresses, smushing your face further into the cushion in a weak attempt to hide. because he’s not just fucking you — he’s monitoring you.

nothing slips past him. not a single moan or clench. every tiny reaction is being logged and analyzed in real time. and he doesn’t break a sweat (obviously), but you can hear his sensors whirring loudly above you, his fans struggling to cool him down as he overheats from the exertion — from the effort of fucking you into your own mattress.

you’re laying flat on your stomach, your back in a deep arch, your bottom swaying in the air and colliding repeatedly with his mean hips.

satoru’s got you in doggy — or, as he not-so-helpfully noted earlier, “the position most commonly utilized by your primitive ancestors. it is preferred due to its reproductive efficiency.” his voice was emotionless when he said it, like a line straight from a school textbook.

cold metal hands spread your cheeks wide, keeping you open for him to observe the motions of him entering and exiting your hole — splitting you open. and you’re beneath him, shaking, stretched taut on the cock he custom built for you to test your limits.

“you’re taking me surprisingly well,” your ears barely pick up on him speaking again. satoru talks more to himself than to you, his tone flat and inquisitive. “considering the girth, your elasticity is… impressive.”

it’s crude how blunt he is with his words. and you realize after a moment that what he said is barely praise. it’s not meant to be a compliment. and it’s super messed up.

not because of the implications of you, a human, having intimate relations with a hunk of metal — but because to him every punishing and measured thrust, every gasp of yours, every dribble of slick coating his fake, metal cock is just satoru collecting data.

but for you — it has to be the best sex you’ve ever had in your life.

is it supposed to feel this good, though?

that thought alone makes your stomach turn and curl with shame — because it shouldn’t. not with him. not like this. he’s not even real. he’s a machine — a supposedly soulless one.

the man(?) continues to study you like you’re an erotic specimen — some rat caught in a lab, a firm grip on your waist as he easily pulls you off and back onto his length like a rag doll. his unbelievably blue eyes flicker between your aching, swollen cunt and the arch of your back. you feel the weight of his piercing gaze — cold and curious.

but what is worse, truly, is the way he casually asks you questions mid thrust, his voice smooth like he’s talking about the weather — like you’re not currently choking on your own moans and drooling like you lost all control over your functions.

“do you feel that in your lower abdomen?” he asks innocently as his hips snap harder into yours, making you jolt. “is the pressure more intense when i angle deeper?”

you don’t understand — why does this type of human connection intrigue him? where had he even learned all of this? surfing the internet and stumbling across porn?

you hiccup some garbled nonsense back at him and satoru blinks twice at your lack of response. you spasm around him again, soaking him and your bedding as you make a mess, trying so pathetically hard to milk him dry.

“oh?” satoru huffs out close to a laugh, something equally condescending and pitying as he comes to a realization. “that’s not going to work on me, i’m afraid. i don’t produce semen.”

and for some reason, you feel a pang of disappointment at that.

as if your body — despite knowing better — has been waiting for it. craving his seed and eager to receive it, aching for the warm and gooey flood of release, for the act to be completed the way your biology demands.

the way it’s supposed to.

you forgot momentarily that he can register all of the sensations, the artificial penis connected to his receptors. you whine pathetically — right before another rough thrust knocks the breath from your lungs.

“though… your cervix seems desperate for it. how fascinating.”

he’s watching everything a little more closely now — how you twitch, how you shiver, how your thighs tremble under him. and when you start getting squirmy, your hips making a poor attempt to try and jerk away or press back harder (he can’t quite understand why you can’t decide) — he tilts his head to the side, recognizing the signs with eerie calm.

“you’re going to cum,” he notes factually. “the spasms in your pelvic floor indicate it. as well as your increased writhing. they are consistent with all previous observations such as excessive wetness—”

“w-wai— hnngh— c-can’t—!” you manage to squeak out, interrupting him.

but satoru cuts in without missing a beat. “incorrect. you can take it. you were made to.” a pause. then, “this is what you were born for.”

you’re not even trying to listen anymore as he prattles on. all that you have left in you is a babbled sob muffled by the sheets.

you’re limp, wrecked, weak — and all because this non human thing fucks you like it - he - owns you. driving into you again and again like you’re his research project he’s determined to figure out — you’re helpless.

and he isn’t even a real man.

that’s what makes it even worse.

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DUMB WAYS TO FALL² ᝰ.ᐟ

cw: himbo bsf yuji, he's hunky, kind & as dense as a BRICK, reader is a lowkey freak, stupid!yuji, flirty!reader, suggestive to SMUT as it progresses further. (all the characters are 18+)

<< part 1 | part 2 | part 3(coming soon)>>

himbo!bsf yuji doesn’t realize you grinding on his lap during a TikTok dance challenge wasn’t just for the bit—but he does excuse himself right after to “grab a drink” and spends ten minutes in the bathroom with his head in his hands, rock hard and whispering “fuck, fuck, fuck—get it together, man.”

himbo!bsf yuji lets you stretch over him on the couch to “grab the remote” even though your ass is pressed to his chest and he could definitely just hand it to you—but no, he lets it happen, stares up at your thighs, and has to tuck a pillow into his lap right after.

himbo!bsf yuji bites his lip when you casually ask if his hands are really as big as they look—holds his palm against yours, smiles shyly, and doesn’t say a damn word about the way your fingers trail down to his wrist and linger a little too long.

himbo!bsf yuji doesn’t flinch when you sit facing him, thighs spread, hoodie barely covering your underwear—just blushes and says “aren’t you cold?” like you didn’t come over specifically to test how far you could push him before he breaks.

himbo!bsf yuji lifts you up by the waist during play fights and doesn’t even realize how close your faces are until you’re staring at his lips—he freezes, eyes flicking down, breath catching—then laughs nervously and blurts out “you always look at people like that?” (even though he’s the one gripping your hips like he owns them.)

himbo!bsf yuji doesn’t mean to moan when you lean against him after a long day, your chest flush to his side, your breath warm on his neck—but the sound slips out and now he’s sitting there tense and quiet, hoping you didn’t hear it. (You did.)

himbo!bsf yuji keeps dreaming about you riding him—not that he’d ever act on it—but he wakes up throbbing, panting your name, and staring at your contact photo like it’s your fault his sheets are ruined three nights in a row.

himbo!bsf yuji swears he doesn’t think about how your thighs would look shaking around his head. Swears he doesn’t fantasize about pinning you under him and fucking you slow just to hear how sweet you’d sound moaning his name. But then he catches a glimpse of your panties peeking out under his hoodie and has to physically leave the room.

himbo!bsf yuji doesn’t know how to handle it when you whisper “I bet you’d feel so good inside me.” He laughs, chokes, stammers out “y-you’re kidding, right?” but he’s rock hard, jaw clenched, and looking at you like he might finally snap.

himbo!bsf yuji finally breaks when you straddle his lap, cup his face, and ask, “still think I don’t mean it?” And when you grind down just right and whisper, “you wanna feel how wet I get for you, pretty boy?”—he groans your name like a prayer and drags you into the filthiest kiss of your life.

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hrtfelts · 2 months ago

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when it’s so good you gotta take a minute …

he had your knees to your chest and your arms on either side of your head. he looks at you while giving deep, hard thrusts into your aching pussy.

“oh my fucking goddddd…” you whine, your eyes rolling back. he grins at your face, bringing one hand up from the back of your thigh to tap your cheek a few times, earning some whines and moans from you. “baby…” you sigh out, looking at him. “i’m righ’ here. whatchu need, mama?” he asks, still thrusting into you. “what the fuck do you be doing?” you hiccup, arching your back at the feeling of his dick pressing into you. “i’m just feedin’ yo cute lil pussy…she missed me.” he whispers into your ear.

“nu uh…you gotta stop, i’m finna…” you meek, pushing against his abdomen. “nu uh, nunna that, mama.” he tuts, pinning your hands on either side of your head and thrusting even faster than before.

“shitttt!” you stammer, your teeth clattering together. “it’s that good, mama?” he asks, knowing you can’t give him an answer.

ban, eren, ony, floch, ichigo, könig, price, toji, geto. gojo, +ur faves i can’t think of anymore

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hrtfelts · 4 months ago

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only ones who know

stealing someone's heart is the hardest heist of all to pull off - what happens when yours is caught between the man trying to save you and one who swears you don't need to be saved?

synopsis: sneaking into penthouses to steal jewels in your spare time is fun - until a certain white-haired CEO catches you. but instead of sending you to the slammer, he strikes a proposal to suit both your interests. the only problem? it looks like your fiancè-to-be has a few secrets of his own up his sleeve, ones your former superhero fling is determined to dig up

paring: hero!Geto x thief!Reader x villain!Gojo

content: mdni, modern superhero AU!, fem-bodied reader (loosely inspired by black cat!), pining and yearning, angst and smut galore!, coworkers lol, taking care of wounds from typical superhero crime fighting violence, piv sex, choking, oral (m! + f! receiving), multiple povs + positions as per usual, blackmail (kinda sorta it's complicated ok!!), man who wants to make you better vs a man who wants to make you worse (LISTEN)

chapter index

one: haunted two: dreamer

three: a night to remember four: trouble

five: silver lining six: while you were sleeping

seven: lovesick eight: fragile

nine: promise ten: serendipity

alternate ending

gojo art by ash.eko on ig + geto art by @aransmind + dividers by @bronzewasp

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hrtfelts · 4 months ago

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Escort! Satoru- part five

Pairings- Escort Satoru Gojo x shy CEO F! reader

Warnings- mutual pining like a mf, obsessed ass/whipped ass Gojo, mutual pining, lots of yearninggg, kissing (I KNOW YAYYY) dry humping, teasing, fingering, public play, fluffy and cute- there will be a part six! (final) pretty woman vibes 🤭

<<<Part Four

Escort! Satoru finally does it, he asks you on that date, watching the shock in your eyes, the trembling of your lips as you step back, and Satoru feels it then, the hammering of his heart. Is it too late? Should he have reached out again to you after the first night, when you didn't answer? His blue eyes peer at you over those glasses, as the sunlight beats down on your skin, making his cheeks just a little reddened, striking across his pale skin.

Escort! Satoru eases his hands gently off your face, when you swallow nervously - he hurt you so badly that night, the embarrassment of asking him to hold you, dying for a mere kiss on the lips. How could you be so foolish, truly, you had to try to forget him in any way you could, after sleeping with him and knowing he would never be yours, always sharing him, he was just there because of your money and maybe he enjoyed it. But it wasn't more.

Escort! Satoru realizes how much he fucking missed you now, as if some void is filled by your presence, but you lower his hands gently, holding them for a moment. 'I was so...' stupid, you were stupid 'I'm very sorry I asked you for things you never do,' you sigh, looking around, seeing people walk by. 'I should have respected your-' Satoru stops you then, tilting your chin up, your gaze focused on him. 'I should have held you, okay? I'm sorry...' you feel your eyes fill with the tears, as words you've dreamed of are spoken, and they feel just like that- a dream. 'I want a real date, could we?'

Escort! Satoru eyes you when your phone rings, and you look down nervously. 'I have a date tonight, the first in... years' Satoru steps back now, glaring at you. 'With who?' you blink in surprise. 'Why does it matter to you? Do you think after months I wouldn't ever wanna try?' Satoru grips your wrist, thumb brushing against the veins gently, sending shivers down your spine, as he tries to compose himself, he has no right to be so mad, so jealous. 'Fine, then give me a date after' he murmurs, desperate for you, how can he see you and not try? After everything he's been yearning for appears before him, and he knows how badly he fucked up. 'I don't know...' you want to, god you do, but you also know how badly Satoru can hurt you, uniquely. 'Please just, give me a chance to explain myself, to be myself and not...' he trails off, the wind blows gently and a little blossom lands on your hair, which he sweetly brushes away. 'One chance'

Escort! Satoru is furious thinking about anyone touching you, though it's toxic and unrealistic in every aspect. His job was to touch, though he'd throw it all away if you asked, god he would, because he doesn't find joy in any of it. No amount of money fills this emptiness, but he never thought he'd have a chance with you - only to ruin it. 'I'll go out with you this weekend, but you pick the place, and pick me up' you say softly, his heart thuds as he nods eagerly, desperate and pathetic for you - something he's never been until you ruined him with just your energy, your body, that laugh he'd love to have back. Memories of your night fill him then, as he aches to touch you, to know you, to kiss you.

Escort! Satoru plans the date to a tee, but the whole time he's wondering - where are you going, and with who? Would you prefer them over him? Meanwhile you're trying to get through that date, mind wandering, you just tried to open up for the first time since Satoru broke your heart - even if it was your own fault. You try to smile, and enjoy him, a handsome man that surely was perfect on paper, and interested in you. As the night goes on and the drinks pour, you think to yourself, you should try, letting him kiss you at the end of the evening, wondering what you'll feel. It's nice, but it's nothing like just being near Satoru. Frustrated almost to tears, you're laying in bed that night, as the man in your head that you almost pushed down enough, is back front and center.

Escort! Satoru can't stand it, knowing you're on a date, he almost texts you so many times before he caves - 'ready for our date?'- he smirks, hoping your with whoever it was. But you don't answer him for hours, until you finally write him - yes - and that's it, no sweet banter like the two of you had. It's different, had you really already moved on? He trembles as he texts you - 'how was the date?' - and you write - 'it was fine, any jobs tonight? - and that's when he realizes you're mad. The sweetest girl he met is so clearly mad. He hadn't taken a job tonight, and he's cancelled his week, but he gets it clearly. - 'no job tonight, I'm excited to see you' - He's never said that to anyone. You heart the message, emotions catching, excitement but apprehension in equal parts, you just don't know if he's serious, you're so scared to let go again.

Escort! Satoru picks you up that night in his car, some little Maserati sports car that looks like it goes way too fast. You can't act like he's not sexy as fuck as he steps out of it, opening your door and grinning at you, but you try to hold back, smiling with a 'thank you' as you slide in next to him. Satoru's hand craves to press on your thigh, but fuck if he's not nervous, he hasn't had a date since he started this career despite his job being to go on dates, not a real one, not with someone he asked. He's damn near shaking with his nerves, trying to play it off, as he drives through the quiet streets, smiling over at you with a quirk of his lips. 'You look beautiful' his words make you flustered, nervously tugging a bit on the gorgeous dress you're wearing, glittering like the stars in the sky - fuck your very skin itself glitters. 'you're saying it truly this time?'

Escort! Satoru glares now, foot on his break, scowling at you. 'what do you mean truly? you think I didn't mean any of it?' you blink back unexpected tears, looking out the dark tinted window as he drives once more. 'It was your job, that's all, and I told you I took it too far, you shouldn't feel bad that happened. I - ah!' he skids to a stop suddenly, pulling off the side of the road, and unbuckling your seatbelt so fast you can barely register. He's got you on his lap so fast, as cars whirl by, shaking the fucking car and shocking you further, as he handles you like it's nothing. You brace your hands on his chest, so nervous now, hands clenching the black jacket of his tux, breaths faster and faster. 'You are beautiful, I never said that because of a job' he swipes away your tears, lips hovering over yours, as he exhales, breath tickling your lips. 'What are you doing, Satoru?' your whisper is weak, as he drags you even closer, and his eyes dart to your lips. 'What I should have done that night'

Escort! Satoru slams his lips on yours then and there, you feel it like hot, electric shots going through your body when he does, when he's pressing those plush, glossy lips on yours, and you're shattering over him, lost in his kiss. Satoru has never felt anything like it, like finally kissing you, his tongue slipping in your mouth, drinking up your every cry, every gasp, as you roll your hips just right, and he feels the heat he's been dying for against his aching cock. 'Fuck...' his hushed words are met with your little cry, which just has him dragging you down harder, ready to devour every sweet inch of you, but barely being able to drag himself from your lips, gasping as he pulls back, eyes meeting yours, glimmering now. 'Satoru you... kissed me...' you're close to crying now, trembling as he sighs, cupping your pretty face, the one that's haunted him. 'I've wanted to since I first saw you'

Escort! Satoru keeps kissing you, over and over, desperate and messy, you almost cum just from that friction against you, his teeth sinking into your lower lip, as his huge hands press into your skin. 'I need you, fuck I need you sweetheart- god you have no clue' you're easing back, struggling to compose yourself. 'Am I so VIP?' you tease softly, and he feels it then, the soft way you're asking - not judging, but scared. He exhales, resting his head on yours, shaking his head and pulling you down again. 'I'll gladly delete my whole fucking profile, for a chance with you' his words sink in fully. Your cheeks are hot under his gentle touch. 'I just don't... Satoru, you don't have to do this for me. I understand...' He kisses you once more, before your phone rings.

Escort! Satoru glares, and you can't help but giggle. 'Are you jealous?' he just sets his jaw, as you look over and see it, holding the phone with a shaky hand, and he pulls you harder on his cock, having your eyes roll back in your skull. 'Tell him you're on a date' he whispers, gripping you so tight, before easing you to sit back in your seat, kissing you over and over. 'Let's get there, okay?' you're trying to compose yourself, seeing him shift and wince while he drives once more, pouting. 'You enjoying my pain, sweets?' you can't help but giggle again. The date is pretty and serene, the restaraunt on the roof top, swathed in moonlight. Satoru feeds you carefully, the two of you sharing dessert, talking and laughing like the first time he fucking met you - when he knew then, something was so special about you, something he could never pin fully, but he sees it, with how the candle light hits your face, your sweet blush as his hand slips up your thigh.

Escort! Satoru is not happy to learn you've had a kiss, and your amused little smile is quickly lost, when he slips his fingers between your thighs, and you wildly look around, as he smirks at you. 'That's cute, you kissed? did you like that?' he's taunting now, possessive gaze, that you can't get enough of, fuck you want all of him, even though you're scared, so scared to be hurt again. He's pressing his fingers against your panties, which are soaked, watching as your eyes get lidded, hand gripping the thick white cloth, and he slips under then, feeling the heat he'd been dying for, leaning in close. 'Asked you a question, hmm?' you lean closer, hips shifting, jerking as he thumbs your twitchy little clit, making you gush. 'Would you be mad if I liked it, Satoru?' he sighs, slipping two fingers in your slick hole, making you almost moan in the fucking restaurant now. 'You're wet for me, aren't you, all me?' He's curling them now, acting so casual as a waitress refills your wine, and you pray no one hears the squishing noises your juices are making.

Escort! Satoru can't help but suck you off his fingers, right before he makes you cum, and you're throbbing around nothing, wanting. You're clenching your teeth as you watch, as if he's finishing his dessert- and when he tastes you again!? He can barely control himself, eyes dilated while you sink into his tastebuds, ready to finally give you what you want, and need, and deserve, fuck you so good you can't function, and hold and kiss you. Satoru slips his lips on yours in front of the restaurant, and you taste yourself, whining into his lips. Suddenly a girl sees him, a frequent client who'd gotten too obsessed, and walks right up to him, crossing her arms. He eases back in the seat, as you look down shyly, unsure of who she is. 'I'm on a date' his words make your heart flutter now, as she glares. 'ah, so you do kiss? was this some special package, do you know how expensive you are?' you bite back a smile, and Satoru just grins, shaking his head like a little shit. 'It's different, she's my girlfriend.'

Escort! Satoru blushes when you whisper 'your girlfriend, huh?' in his ear moments later, as a very angry client stomps off, and he brushes back your hair, hard body against yours, studying your face. 'Would you... be my girlfriend?'

I need one more part for these two - it'll probably be all sex lolll hope you enjoy this one!

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