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Just Open Up (Miguel O'Hara x FemReader) (R-RATED) (ONE SHOT) (NO MINORS)

Yes, there's smut. Yes, there's licking of the fangs... just read it

PLEASE HE'S SO ATTRACTIVE BITE ME TOO!

Also, yes he's in his spidey suit, just like with his mask he can make parts of his suit appear and disappear :)

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"C'mon open your mouth, it wont hurt."

Miguel rolled his eyes moving his head every other way forbidding you any access to his mouth.

"No. Will you stop! You always do this Y/N. I'm tired of this already." He exclaimed while holding your wrists with his hands pushing them away.

As of right now you both were in the lab you and Miguel shared. This was the place you conducted research for the sake of the spider society and for him. He wasn't a hundred percent healthy as he always proclaim he is.

Miguel has genetically imprinted spiders DNA into his own, so you could say he's a cross breed of a human and spider. More connected to a spider than just being bit by one. And you were his faithful lab partner who helped him suppress his more...animalistic tendencies. So, you created a drug or rather a suppressant that he injects himself with whenever he felt too stressed, or angry or whenever he felt that he was losing his grip on his humanity. Usually when he allowed his emotions to run rampant so did his instincts.

But to create the suppressant you needed his venom and that venom came solely from his fangs. And unfortunately he was always a fighter when it came down to getting his fangs touched, you never really understood why but today he was extra feisty.

That meant that he needed a much higher dosage of the suppressant and that also meant more mouth time.

"Open your mouth dammit Miguel!" You yelled at him while holding a test tube in one hand and small tongs in the other.

Usually he'd let you be but today was just an off day for some strange reason. He was fighting you and holding your wrists away from his face but you fought back pushing and shoving. It became too much just standing at his side that you had to climb on top of him and straddle him as he laid in the dental chair. The only reason why you had one in the lab was because of him! Did he ever thank you? No, he only shrugged it off and rolled his eyes.

What a prick.

"I said no tongs and you brought out the tongs! They feel weird in my mouth so I'm not doing this!" Miguel yelled back surprised that he didn't just lift you up off his lap. Actually, he was surprised you had the boldness to climb on top of him like this.

The tongs were the only thing you could use that didn't bother the sensitivity of his fangs.

"You know why I have to use them!" You practically hiss at him.

He leaned up quickly getting into your face, surprising you," Then use something else." Miguel continued to hold your wrists even when you stopped struggling against him.

He was...so close. You could feel his hot breath fanning your face. Just for a second you felt the urge to lean in but as soon as that feeling came it went.

Clearing your throat you looked away and sighed.

"Fine. The hand it is," Shaking your wrists he got the memo and released them. Bracing your fist on his broad chest you prepared to slide off him but his hands instantly stopped you. A hand on your waist under your lab coat and another on your hip.

You looked at him with wide surprised eyes, yet again surprised by his actions but he looked rather determined to keep you in your place.

"You get off this chair and I'll leave. Stay and take the venom now. I'm busy."

The surprised look quickly morphed into one of annoyance. Tossing your head back you rolled your eyes, maybe avoiding his gaze would lessen the urge to hit him.

Miguel took that opportunity to look at your slender neck. It's been quite a few days since he last took the sedative and during that time his more monstrous traits kicked in. What's more, his more animalistic needs became unhinged.

And right now the one thing he's been craving for, for such a long time was sitting right on top of him, like a fly caught in his web. You were small compared to him, plump in all the right places and soft everywhere else. The prefect prey.

You always caught his eye even when he was just passing by asking for updates on the newest inventions or discoveries that you and his AI made in the multiverse but not a day went by he never thought about you.

His red eyes eyed and watched as you slowly tossed your head forward tossing the tongs to the side. Red eyes trailed down your neck watching your heartbeat through your jugular, trailing that vein down to the flesh of your chest. Those few undone buttons stopping, hiding plump mounds of flesh just waiting for him to grasp and bite.

While you adjusted yourself on his lap you looked back up at him. He seemed so lost in thought starring at your...blouse? Did you have a stain there? You made sure to eat your takeout very carefully. Without looking you simply brushed your hand over the fabric, breaking his trance he shook his head a bit and resting his head back on the headrest.

"Hurry up Y/N." His voice sounded much more hoarse than before. Was he still mad at you? God. He was so annoying!

Rolling your eyes you secretly flipped him off.

"Yes sir, right away sir. Open up and shut up." You hissed at him.

Miguel grumbled but he parted his lips and opened his mouth wide. Instantly his fangs were on full display. They were long, sharp, white and pretty. They were always so pretty.

You had to practically lay on him when he rested back on the headrest. So you both were chest to chest, your hand touching his cheek and the other still holding the test tube. While examining his gums and all of his other teeth, you could feel just how solid his body was.

Strong and powerful between your straddled plush thighs, his chest rose and fell with even breaths. His hand still holding you captive. Like a fly caught in his web. Your thumb brushed along his bottom lip gently tugging it down to the the bottom row of his teeth.

Taking in a breath you tried you control your thoughts. This was a professional setting...sort of?

"Your...Your teeth look very...good Miguel, I'm surprised." You spoke softly, afraid that if you spoke any louder he'd hear exactly how he was making you feel.

"You yelled at me the last time you saw them," Each word he said had the tip of your thumb in his mouth. His mouth was open once more and you saw how wet the tip of your thumb was with his spit.

Fuck.

"I said to shut up." Breathless you licked your own lips and went back to checking his mouth. This was dangerous. You just needed to extract the venom and that was it so why was this taking so long?

You were confused. You always knew he was attractive and you swore you'd never go after a guy as cocky and as sarcastic like him but here you were attracted to him more than ever.

Was sitting on top of him all it took?

Miguel smirked while looking up at you. Your fingers pushed his upper lip up exposing more of those pretty fangs you grew to like. You always thought how they would feel piercing into your flesh, releasing that dangerous venom into your veins; paralyzing you and leaving you at the mercy of-

"Miguel~"

His arm wrapped around your waist pulling you flushed against him and his hand on your hip fell to your bare thigh slipping up under your tight pencil skirt.

The test tube was forgotten and that free hand came and cupped his warm cheek, the other kept his upper lip up. His eyes glowed red when he saw you finally lean forward with parted lips.

Instantly you placed a quick peck on his bottom lip. Your tongue slowly peeking out and licking his bottom lip, slowly and sensually.

Miguel didn't have to say a single thing because both of your bodies were doing most of the talking. He knew this was bound to happen someday. His instincts always went haywire whenever you were in the same room as him. So it only meant one thing.

You both were compatible with one another.

And with compatibility that meant great sex, and when there's great sex there's offspring.

Something inside of him quite enjoyed the thought of getting you knocked up with his kids.

Your tongue distracted his train of thought, it slipped into his mouth gliding over the bottom row of his teeth, over his gums. He groaned softly trying his hardest not to hold you too tight. But he wanted to, so badly to pull your hips flushed together and show you just how much you affected him.

'Miguel, touch me more," You whispered softly, breathlessly.

Without further instruction Miguel tore your skirt with his talons and tossed the torn fabric to the side. He was careful when he went back to grab hold of your thighs, talons lightly scraping against the skin of your thighs.

And all while your tongue was happily diving into his mouth going over every ridge, every tooth and over each his sharp fang that seemed to secrete that venom you always worked with. You guessed they were just as excited as the person who owned them.

You expected yourself to be paralyzed by it the moment you licked it off his fangs but you were perfectly fine.

Actually, you didn't feel a single thing except for a tingle right between your legs. Did his venom have an aphrodisiac affect too?

What an interesting outcome, you'd have to test this again later just to make sure.

Miguel had enough of you giving his fangs all the attention to he pressed his tongue against yours. Happily you licked and you happily indulged in licking every crevice of his mouth.

You felt him bend his legs behind you, his hand other hand sliding down the small of your back. Those sharp talons reached for the thin string of your thong and pulled it to the side.

He exposed your sex, wet and dripping with need. How could you have forgotten how wet you were?

The great vampire Sider- Man groaned as soon as your sex was exposed. Your pheromones' reaching his nose full force.

You pulled back from licking. Strings of saliva falling and breaking apart as he spoke.

"Got all the venom you needed?"

Why was he asking you that, when you clearly weren't collecting any samples.

"Oh please. This isn't the time-"

You tensed up a bit when you felt it. Prodding. It was thick round and sliding up and down between your wet folds. You could hear it, the soft squishy wet sounds one only makes when they're completely aroused and ready to be taken.

And by the feel of it, he was ready for a long session.

"Because I have some more Id like you to...test out for me."

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Just because I couldn't resist ;///;

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an incomplete list of unsettling short stories I read in textbooks

the scarlet ibis

marigolds

the diamond necklace

the monkey’s paw

the open boat

the lady and the tiger

the minister’s black veil

an occurrence at owl creek bridge

a rose for emily

(I found that one by googling “short story corpse in the house,” first result)

the cask of amontillado

the yellow wallpaper

the most dangerous game

a good man is hard to find

some are well-known, some obscure, some I enjoy as an adult, all made me uncomfortable between the ages of 11-15

add your own weird shit, I wanna be literary and disturbed

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Fire with Fire (1986) | dir. Duncan Gibbins

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Oops! what’s this? I dropped a snippet of Battle Royale Chapter 2?

“What is this…” he hesitated with his pronunciation “... Courting season that you all speak of?” The French man asked.

Jefferson was the first to speak up. “Swoop a woman off your feet–”

Lafayette cut him off “--That sounds too easy–”

Jefferson continued “--and she may just become your wife.”

“Excuse me?” Lafayette held a confused expression

The other men laughed at his naieveness.

“You can’t be serious. You’re going to be our biggest competitor, and you’re not even aware of the competition?” Hamilton exclaimed.

Lafayette put his hands up in defense. “Don’t blame me! When the President sends you an invitation, you simply can’t refuse!” his snarky smile revoked a bitter reaction from the group.

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AHCISNICUENEJA THIS IS SO GOOD

Prom Wrecker

atsumu x fem! reader

a/n: third year! atsumu, a bit of violent behavior, (not towards the reader!) slight angst, happy ending! mutual pining, jealous! atsumu, suna + osamu being a mood, SUPER LONG!

synopsis: atsumu shoots his shot after losing it the first time round

Miya Atsumu - the heartthrob setter for Inarizaki's volleyball team and the topic of everyone's discussion in the school's corridor.

It was no secret that every girl who so much as gazes at him falls victim to his looks, while they completely disregard his dreadful personality.

Or as you liked to call it, "snobbish."

You and the setter had an odd dynamic. You knew him since middle school when he spilled water over your painting one day while he was fighting with his twin, and ever since that day - your life has become entangled with Miya Atsumu.

You wouldn't call yourself "friends" because both you and him knows this whatever this is runs much deeper than that. He didn't bring the situation up, so neither did you. It even turned into a silent competition to see who'd succumb to their desires first and confess... and let me just mention that both you and Atsumu were petty.

He'd flirt with some girls to make you jealous, but much to his dismay - you'd just roll your eyes and brush him off.

"Typical Tsumu," you'd mutter.

Your relationship mainly consisted of the two of you attempting to one-up the other in every situation possible. Whenever one of you was in an embarrassing situation, you bet the other would be at the front row enjoying the show.

Despite ur ambiguous relationship with the setter, most people still got the message.

You were off limits.

It was plain obvious with the way Atsumu would threaten any guy bold enough to stare at you for too long, or maybe even have the audacity to flirt you.

During your second year, a new student transferred to your class. He immediately took a liking a to you, which eventually turned into a crush. He seemed like a sweet and genuine person, but you didnt want to lead him on, so when he finally confessed his feelings you tried letting him down gently.

"I'm sorry, but I don't feel the same way."

His eyes widened, "i-i -... please give me a chance L/N-san!"

"Look, you're a nice guy, but we just met yest-"

"I PROMISE TO DO BETTER SO PLEASE JUST LET ME TAKE YOU ON THIS ONE DATE!"

People were beginning to stare, and you felt the nape of your neck flush in embarrassment from the sudden attention. The boy had his whole upper body bent into a 90° bow, and you wondered how he wasn't even slightly bothered by the looks you were getting.

"Maybe we should continue this late-"

You felt an arm slither around your waist and pull you against their toned body. Glancing at the arm wrapped around you, you're mildly surprised to see Atsumu beside you with a less than pleased look on his face.

Scratch that, he looked pissed.

"Darling, who's this?"

You ignored the nickname and pushed his hand off your waist.

"A classmate, now go away."

More people started gathering around the three of you the moment Inarizaki's setter appeared. It was already a known fact throughout the school that drama is about to ensue whenever someone would try to make a move on you.

You caught Suna's eye at the very front row with his phone out, already filming.

"Oh? And what does the scrub want?"

The guy who confessed to you cowered beneath Atsumu's unrelenting gaze, but he didn't back down.

man's gonna dig his own grave smh 😔

"I-I'm asking L/N-san out!"

The poor guy looked so inferior compared to the man protectively standing in front of you. He wasn't exactly short per say, but pitting him with the blonde setter was just plain sad and borderline cruel.... boy looked like he was gonna puke.

Indiscreet whispers rang throughout the hallway. By now, atleast half the school was watching the scene unfold and you wondered where the teachers were.

Atsumu clicked his tongue.

He whipped his head toward the mob surrounding the three of you with narrowed eyes, "Nobody told him?"

The crowd stilled, unsure of what to do. The setter was known to have an unpredictable temperament, so everyone was walking on egg shells.

Suna unexpectedly raised his hand and everyone's attention fixed themselves on the middle blocker almost immediately.

"Tried to warn him not to get too close, but man's determined to pursue Y/N. I think he's pretty serious," he shrugged nonchalantly, as if he didn't make the situation worse.

Suddenly, Atsumu grabbed the boy by the collar and slammed him against the nearest locker.

The crowd gasped.

Suna started videoing 🤳

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"Go get him, Atsumu!"

Much to your utter horror, the mob started chanting for them to get physical. Knowing the stupid blonde, you knew he'd definitely draw first blood and get in trouble, so you instinctively latched onto his arm and tried prying him off your classmate.

"Miya, stop it!"

As a last resort, the boy pathetically tried defending himself.

"I s-swear I didn't know L/N had a b-boyfriend!" he stammered nervously when Atsumu lifted him off the ground. "I asked around and everyone said she was single. I swear it man!"

"Atsumu, you need to stop this." You tried again, exasperatedly.

When he didn't listen, you inserted yourself in-between the two of them, and pushed his chest. Atsumu didn't stumble, but it did effectively separate his hand from the boy's throat.

"Get out of here," you nodded to the guy who confessed to you, who skittishly nodded back and boy did he bolt of the scene like Lightning McQueen.

The crowd eventually dispersed when they realized there wasn't going to be any "drama" to gossip about. Leaving only you, Atsumu, and Suna in the hallway.

"Well, that sucked," the middle blocker sighed, before leaving with the rest.

None of you brought up the incident.

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"You look beautiful, honey!"

Your mother clapped her hands in delight while you dully stared at your reflection in the mirror. You were clad in a seductive red dress which stopped slightly above your knees. The dress was sleeveless, which exposed your cleavage more than you wanted it to, but your mother was adamant about this outfit. It enhanced your curves, and made you appear more regal and refined. Your hair was styled into a half up-do with a few curled strands framing your face while the makeup was kept to a minimal except for the winged eyeliner and glossy lips your mother insisted on.

Tonight was prom night.

The most looked forward to night in high school, and one of the last events you'll experience in high school. You should've been thrilled, but you just couldn't find it in you to be satisfied.

It just didn't feel right.

You were so sure he'd ask you to prom, but your hopes were utterly crushed when he didn't. After years of whatever it was going on between you and Atsumu, you thought he would be able to atleast man up and swallow his pride and be upfront about whatever was going on between you. You gave him so many chances, but he screwed up each because of his egotistical pride.

The amount of people you rejected were so that you could save yourself for him, but he couldn't even be honest with his own feelings.

These thoughts were what got you into this situation in the first place.

Due to your frustrations with the blonde setter, in a moment of complete anger and irrationality, you agreed to go to prom with some classmate who happened to ask you out while you too into your feelings to even think properly.

You assumed Atsumu would intervene like he always did, and you allowed a huge part of yourself to hope that he'll use this opportunity to make things official between you. You'd break it off with the guy who asked you out to prom for him. It was cruel yes, - but you'd do it for him.

But that didn't happen. To your surprise, and hurt, Atsumu didn't do anything, nor did he approach you about the situation. You genuinely thought he reciprocated your feelings throughout the years you've known each other based on how he acted, but you guess you read the signals wrong.

The sound of the doorbell and your mom's voice broke you of your self-pity party. Your "date" was here to pick you up, even though you told him that you'd prefer going to the venue on your own.

Faking a smile, you greeted the guy you were supposed to spend this "magical" night with. He looked average to say the least, but he looked really nervous as your gaze swept over his appears, so out of curtsy, you gave him a compliment.

"T-thank you, I t-think you look r-really pretty tonight!"

He was blushing so much, you thought he might combust.

"Alright, let me take some pictures before you leave," your mom took out her camera, and knowing her, you knew she wouldn't stop until she took an entire photoshoot.

"Y/N move a bit closer to uh - ," she paused for a while before looking at your date apologetically, "what's your name again dear?"

"I-it's Kazuto," your date responded sheepishly.

... so that's his name

"Right! Kazuto-san please wrap your arms around Y/N's waist, and Y/N - would it hurt you to scooch a tiny bit closer!"

Just to appease her, you moved closer to Kazuto as his arms wound themselves around your waist. Despite smiling, everything just felt so fake. You shouldn't be here getting dressed up for a guy who you only found out the name of two second ago. And secondly, Kazuto doesnt deserve your half-hearted agreement. He genuinely believed that you wanted to be his date, but you honestly didn't give a crap.

Before you knew it, Kazuto was leading you his car while your mom waved you off.

"Make sure she's home by eleven!"

Kazuto smiled assuringely, and then you were off.

He tried making light conversation while you travelled, and you answered back to be polite. The guy wasn't too bad, you have to admit - but your heart just wasn't in it.

When you got to the venue, the party was already up and running with music blasting obnoxiously loud from the building.

You wished you had just stayed home, but it was too late for that.

Kazuto guided you to the entrance, and when the two of you got inside, all eyes were jerked in your direction. You could hear their whispers but you ignored them and promptly led Kazuto to the food table.

If you were going to suffer for the next couple of hours, you might as well get free food out of it.

"Hey, Y/N! Ya made it," Osamu greeted you with a smile but when his gaze flickered to your date, his brows furrowed in confusion, which quickly morphed into annoyance.

You heard him swear and mutter about beating somebody up.

"Oh... hi Samu," you hesitantly offered him a small smile before eventually asking the question that plagued you mind.

"Is Atsumu with you-"

"Tsumu's in the-"

You both spoke at the same time, before Osamu chuckled, while your cheeks turned rosy.

"The idiot's sulking outside," Osamu rolled his eyes.

Oh...

"W-well I'll go get us some drinks," your date coughed awkwardly as he scurried away to the punch area.

It looked like Osamu was about to say something if it weren't for the sudden squeals from a nearby group of girls.

Atsumu sashayed his way over to where you and his brother were. He wore a sleek black suit with the upper three buttons left unbuttoned, leaving a part of his toned chest exposed.

Much to your chagrin, you couldn't help but blush at his scandalous attire.

His hair was disheveled, and he didn't even have a tie on. His mouth contorted into a lazy smirk as he drew closer to where you were standing.

"Brother," he slung an arm around his twin's shoulder, when Osamu remained indifferent. He stuffed his mouth with another chicken drum.

"Nice to see ya stopped yer crying."

Atsumu narrowed his eyes. "A didn't cry, ya turd!"

"Whatever Tsumu."

"Gee, couldn't ya have read the dress code before waltzing in here," you blurted out unintentionally.

At the sound of your voice, Atsumu whipped his head in your direction, and as sappy it is, it felt like time really did stop.

The blonde gaped at you like it was his first time he's met you. It could have very well been, because you looked so different from usual.

A good - kind of different.

He almost didn't even recognize you if it weren't for your voice. The hair, the makeup, outfit, and everything was totally the exact opposite of what you usually wear.

Don't get him wrong, Atsumu's seen you in a dress before but this was the first time he's seen you wear something this revealing. Your collarbone was completely exposed, and the swell of your breasts was emphasized by the sweetheart neckline of your dress. The length of said dress stopped above your knees, giving a clear view of your legs.

Your body felt hotter the longer he shamelessly roamed his eyes over your figure. You had your mom, friends, and a few other acquaintances tell you how stunning you looked tonight, but you only cared about one person's opinion. And now that he's here, you felt yourself afraid of his reaction.

Atsumu felt his twin pinch him.

"Yer basically undressing her with yer eyes ya dumbo."

You shot him a look.

"I-it's good to see ya here, Y/N..."

Osamu literally face palmed.

Atsumu felt like like doing it too.

Especially when he noticed your shoulders slump in disappointment.

"Oh, you too."

Soon, your date whisked you away to the dancefloor, and when you were a distance away Osamu whacked his brother in the head.

"She wanted ya to compliment her you stupid, undignified, wretched, abomination!"

"I know!"

Atsumu blanched, "I just- I don't know what came over me, okay! She just looked so- so... frickin' gorgeous, I can't explain it."

The setter expected his twin to retaliate, but Osamu remained silent. Atsumu took this opportunity to continue.

"I was gonna confess a few days ago, but-"

"-but what Tsumu? Gosh yer helpless." Osamu rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Even if that scrub beat ya to it, you and I both know she'd ditch him for you. She probably only went with him, cuz she's upset with you for not asking her out."

"Yeah, I know I know," Atsumu frustratingly ran a hand through his already tousled tresses.

"I've made up my mind though. I'm gonna come clean tonight."

"Ya better," Osamu grumbled.

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When Osamu offered his expertise in asking you out, he didn't mean for this to happen.

This was the last thing he wanted to happen, but knowing his twin - he shouldn't have expected any less.

"Dude - what the heck! This suit was expensive!" your date held his ruined blazer angrily.

"It was an accident," Atsumu scoffed.

Everyone knew he was lying.

"Ya clearly have a problem with me!" Kazuto shouted. "You've been giving me a head time all night, everyone in this room knows it!"

The blonde rolled his eyes, "Don't flatter yerself. Why would I bother with someone as insignificant as you?"

Kazuto gritted his teeth, "It's because I asked Y/N out, isn't it."

Atsumu narrowed his eyes, and the crowd held it's breath, while you watch with widened eyes at the confrontation.

"And it isn't just that," your date smirked smugly. "You're jealous cuz she actually said yes, aren't ya? I mean, I don't blame you because," he leaned closer to Atsumu whispering, "-after this night, she'll be mine anyway."

You screamed when Atsumu suddenly snarled and punched your date right at the jaw. Kazuto stumbled backwards with blood dripping down the corner, but Atsumu didn't stop there. He pinned your date down on the ground, and you got a clear view of Kazuto's fear-stricken face.

Suna and Osamu were immediately at Atsumu's side, prying him off your date. Once free, Kazuto hurriedly scampered off the ground.

"Yer crazy Miya! I swear Y/N's better of with anyone other than you!"

You didn't realize it before, but the crowd circled around the three of you. Your date, Atsumu, and you. Suna and Osamu back offed a bit, but stayed attentive to the situation.

"So yer saying she's better off with you? Don't make me laugh, you can't even hit back, what makes you think ya can do anything for her?" the setter sneered.

"So what if I can't hit back? I'm the one taking Y/N home tonight anyway."

Kazuto grinned, mouth bloody but triumphant nonetheless.

What happened to that shy guy who picked you up earlier that night?

To make his point, your date strode over in your direction and momentarily caught of guard, you were completely defenceless when he closed the distance between your lips and kissed you.

The taste of blood was revolting, but not as disgusting as kissing Kazuto.

Your eyes widened, before you squirmed and shoved him away agressively. Atsumu was about to step in, but three teachers were making their way over, and both Osamu and Suna latched onto each of his arms.

"Tsumu, stop it." Osamu hissed.

"There are teachers coming," Suna murmured quietly.

When your date wouldn't let go, you stepped on his foot with your heel and slapped him right across the face.

His face whipped to the side from the impact, and you were satisfied with the loud 'smack' that resonated throughout the venue.

"That was absolutely disgusting, and news flash - you're most definitely not taking me home tonight! Or any night for that matter." You said coldly.

The crowd parted as you stomped away angrily with Atsumu rushing out to follow you.

"Y/N! Wait!"

You walked faster.

Suddenly, he grabbed your wrist and turned you around.

"What Atsumu!" You screamed, and Atsumu gulped.

"Just hear me out, please..."

"Isn't it enough that you played with my feelings long enough? All these years, I genuinely thought you returned my feelings, b-but-"

You didn't get a chance to finish your sentence before Atsumu leaned down and pressed his lips on yours. It was an entirely different kiss from the one you just had a few minutes ago. While Kazuto's kiss made you want to drown your lips in detergent, Atsumu's kiss was gentle and soft. As if he was afraid you'd break, but there was a sureness in it that your heart flutter. Caught of guard once again, you just stand there completely awestruck.

Miya fricking Atsumu was kissing you.

Getting yourself together, you kissed him back, and the kiss progressively became more passionate. Your back was pushed against a nearby wall when your lips parted, but he kept his forehead against yours. His hands on your waist, while yours rested on his shoulders for support.

"I do return yer feelings Y/N," he mumbled against your swollen lips and his eyes softened even more when he heard you sniffle, "sorry it took me this long."

He wiped a stray tear with the pad of his thumb, "Princess, I didn't mean to make ya cry."

Your sobs ceased for a while when you playfully punched his chest.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"For ruining my night by making me go to prom, with someone else" you choked out.

"I know, I know, I'm a real idiot. I'm sorry, alright," his arms tightened around your frame while he kissed your tears away.

"H-he was a really bad kisser too," you added, and Atsumu scoff.

"Wanted to beat him so bad but stupid Samu wouldn''t-"

"-you would've gotten into more trouble when the teachers got there." You cut him off.

"Screw them."

You giggled and Atsumu's heart melted at the sweet sound.

this is so cringy i'm sorry 😭😭

A few minutes passed by with you and the setter exchanging light kisses underneath the moonlight, until a cough made you both jerk.

"Told you they were making out, Samu," Suna yawned tiredly.

"Atsumu, the teachers kicked you out cuz of violent behavior," Osamu stated flatly before turning to you.

"You too, Y/N - that slap left a mark."

You smirked, and the three boys shot you an amused glance.

"I had a ring on me," you dangled your hand proudly and simultaneously - Suna, Osamu, and Atsumu burst out laughing.

You allowed yourself a chuckle before eyeing the brunette and Osamu.

"Why are you two out here anyway?"

They shared a knowing look before the younger twin sighed.

"Osamu got kicked out too cuz he raided the buffet table." Suna teased.

"And Rinny boy got decked cuz he got caught napping in the principle's office." Osamu smirked.

"Our place then?" Atsumu looked at his twin.

Everyone nodded.

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a/n: I didn't know how to end it lol

taglist: @tetsuukuroo @amisuh

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why'd you only call me when you're high?

pairing: suna rintaro x reader

synopsis: it's three am in the morning and i'm tryin' to change your mind. left you multiple missed calls and to my message, you reply, "why'd you only call me when you're high?"

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3:04 am

it's been a little bit over twenty minutes since the obscene knocking on your door has ensued. ever since the break up, your ex lover has been showing up in front of your apartment unannounced, looking like an absolute menace. the way things ended were messy, and while it was difficult for you at first, you learned how to cope.

rintarou - did not.

"this is the fifth time this month, suna."

your eyes roamed his rumpled up clothes and disheveled tresses as you leaned on the doorframe. suna noticed the lack of aggressiveness in your voice, and he wondered whether you were just as tired as he is.

"why aren't you picking up my calls?"

his voice felt hoarse after the alcohol burned his throat and the headache he was having wasn't helping, but he forced himself to continue talking. after leaving him, you made sure to erase anything to do with him. his messages were left on read, voicemails went unreturned, and it's a miracle you even opened the door this time.

last time, you left him outside to suffer in the cold. and the times before that, but it was okay. he deserved that.

"suna," you started off, mentally preparing yourself for this kind of conversation. the kind of talk you'd have with your ex boyfriend who cheated on you.

"stop calling me that," he gritted out with clenched teeth. "it's rin."

"rintarou," you tried again and he lets out a shaky breath while nodding. "let's just make things easier for both of us by stopping whatever this is and try to move on-"

"i dont want to move on!"

in a second, his whole body was slumped over yours with his head nuzzling in the crook of your neck. when he felt you shift to push him away from you, he tightened his arms around your body and held on. if he let go now, you'll surely turn your back on him and leave again. he couldn't let that happen again. even if he doesn't deserve it, he'll cling onto you and continue chasing after you until you take him back.

you had to take him back.

"don't you get it, you're it for me y/n. i know i screwed up and you want nothing to do with me but even if you hate me i won't stop chasing after you because-"

you managed to shove him away and suna stopped him mid-rant when he heard your laugh. it was a haunting sound that was so unlike the sweet melody he used to hear. when your laughter dissolved to a pitiless smile, suna still found himself standing especially still.

"last week, i started seeing someone," you hugged your body and avoided eye contact with the brunette. "he was sweet, funny, considerate, and the most soft spoken person i've ever met."

a small smile was playing at your lips, and suna felt his chest squeeze painfully. his vision started to blur, probably tears, and he suddenly found it hard to breathe. the thought of you finding someone new was too much for him to process.

it felt like somebody shot him. the bullet struck him at a fatal part, and you pulled the trigger. he wanted nothing more than to tune out your voice and what you were saying, but your voice remained constant. it was the only thing he could hear clearly among the thoughts going through his mind.

"he likes reading classic literature, his favorite food is onigiri, and he's an editor for this manga company." you sniffled a little and stared at the ceiling briefly before looking him straight in the eye.

suna completely lost the ability to speak when he saw the pure look of determination on your face. he wanted to beg you to take him back, but deep down no matter how hard he tries to deny it, you've moved on entirely. no longer did you want him like he still wants you and despite being inebriated, the reality of his situation was weighing down on him heavily.

"so... this will be the last time i'll be meeting you like this rintaro," you say firmly. "someday, you'll find someone who'll make you happy, and you'll be glad things didn't work out between us."

with that, you slipped back inside your apartment and shut the door. suna stayed standing there in front of where you just were for a few more minutes, before his back slid down your door.

was that how you really felt?

you were happy that your relationship didn't work out? and what was that about him finding someone else? even if it kills him into admitting that you're first statement may be true, the second one has no chance of ever happening.

he had you, but the universe just loved to see him suffer.

so for the fifth time that month, he stayed outside your door for the last time and lit a cigarette. atleast if he's high, things wouldn't hurt as much.

taglist: @tetsuukuroo @amisuh @ebiharachan @kenmaslov3r

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an incomplete list of unsettling short stories I read in textbooks

the scarlet ibis

marigolds

the diamond necklace

the monkey’s paw

the open boat

the lady and the tiger

the minister’s black veil

an occurrence at owl creek bridge

a rose for emily

(I found that one by googling “short story corpse in the house,” first result)

the cask of amontillado

the yellow wallpaper

the most dangerous game

a good man is hard to find

some are well-known, some obscure, some I enjoy as an adult, all made me uncomfortable between the ages of 11-15

add your own weird shit, I wanna be literary and disturbed

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𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐄 & 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇!

in your defense, you weren’t planning on dining and dashing from onigiri miya.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: miya osamu x gn!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2.2k

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: fluff, comedy, unedited, we die like men!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none, besides a bad date.

𝐀/𝐍: this fic came out a little longer than expected, but i hope you guys like it! and i hope there’s enough osamu interaction as well.

You never should have agreed to go on this blind date.

You ultimately regretted a lot of things today, like forgetting to charge your phone (so calling for help to escape was not an option), or agreeing to go to a busy restaurant together (which meant you would have to wait forever for your food, which prolonged this awful date). But agreeing on being set up on a date by your best friend was arguably the worst decision you’ve made today.

After numerous attempts on Tinder, and every other dating app on the market, you were on the verge of giving up on your love life, but your friend offered you solace; letting her set you up on blind date. You were hesitant to agree, but what could be the harm?

The harm was being sat next to this god-awful man you called your date.

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐔𝐏

a/n: i’m pms-ing so enjoy this angst ;) part two perhaps?

feat. oikawa, ushijima & atsumu

˚₊❏❜ 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 ꒱

“ma’am?” the waitress who’s been checking on you walks up to your table for the nth time that night. from the sympathetic smile on her face, you already know what she’s about to say. “we really need the table, so if you’re not going to order anything…” her voice trails off, averting eye contact and chooses to look at the menus sitting on the edge of the table, just where she left them when she first showed you to the table.

“i understand,” you smile politely, bringing your small purse closer to you. “sorry for the wait.”

“no, no, we’re, i’m sorry for…” she begins stammering, embarrassed – maybe more embarrassed than you are – about the ordeal.

“have a good night!” you give the nice waitress a winning smile, appearing unfazed about being stood up on. but your eyes tell all.

it doesn’t help that it’s raining out. your heels click against the damp pavement and rain patters against the top of your umbrella as you attempt to hail a cab over. after your second attempt, you smile warmly at the driver who pulls in front of you.

returning home, you’re not surprised at the dimness and silence you hear. oikawa’s been busy at long practices for weeks now. you can’r recall the last time you’ve sat and had a proper meal with him. well, tonight was supposed to be an attempt at that but… he never showed.

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pov: the bad boy wants you.

↳ kuroo tetsurou/reader

summary. problems arise when your tattoo artist boyfriend starts getting too cozy with the girls that wanted him to do more to their bodies than just inking their skin. the thing is, they knew what he wanted and they knew what you couldn’t give.

genre. angst, slight smut, tattoo artist au

cw. nudity, mentions of needles, insecure!reader, virgin!reader, dry humping, slight dubcon, bad boy x good girl

notes. hellooo today i give u bad boy (but actually soft boy) kuroo ;) enjoy. no part 2 unfortunately.

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Kuroo had seen everything.

He wasn’t dumb and he most definitely wasn’t oblivious to the fact that he was attractive and this became a reason for some girls to frequently visit his tattoo parlor. To think about it, he was tall, handsome, and had decent style. His tattoo sleeve and his ear piercings even added to the overall bad boy persona that he had—this was probably why many girls were into him.

The girls were very assertive, it seemed, to try and lure Tetsurou into their little seduction game. Was he getting tempted into it? No. He was loyal and he’d like to stay loyal to his beautiful girlfriend.

However, there were certain moments that almost tested his loyalty to you, especially when some of the girls would ask to have their tattoos done at the most intimate places in their bodies.

Yesterday, one girl asked to have a small tattoo on her ass cheek and she was certainly more satisfied at the feeling of Kuroo’s palms on her bum rather than the actual tattoo she was getting. It was crazy.

He mentioned it before to you that it was part of his job to give them their desired tattoos no matter which part of their bodies it would be in. Business is business. Ironically, despite dating a tattoo artist like himself, you had no single trace of inked art on your body. You were like an untouched canvas that couldn’t be painted on. Still, Kuroo respected your choice and he definitely respected your boundaries, too.

He knew that you were a good girl when he first met you in college. You were always prim and proper, always following the rules, and always doing the right thing. He was the exception to your goody-two-shoes nature, because he ended up winning your heart despite being the complete opposite of you. It may be a bit peculiar to see the two of you together, however Kuroo pursued you because liked you. He liked your smile, he liked how cute and adorable you were, and he liked how a simple look at you made him want to be a better man. He loved the idea of being with a girl he could protect.

The thing was, Kuroo dropped out of college and just decided to open a tattoo parlor business because he simply didn’t want to waste his years studying for something he wasn’t passionate about. He thought you’d leave him for his rather reckless choices, but you stayed.

And he was grateful that you did.

So to ask the question again, would he ever do something to betray you after everything? Of course, not.

But he did consider that he was also just doing his job and it wasn’t like he was purposely flirting with the girls that often flocked around him during work hours.

“Hey,” one of the said girl called for him just as he finished picking up the tools he needed and she walked towards the recliner before asking, “Should I sit here?”

He nodded once, turning around to face the girl who looked at him with her alluring eyes. “Yeah, just let me know when you’re ready.”

Oh yes, she was surely ready. She even had a smirk displayed on her face when she slowly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her busty chest.

He didn’t really pay attention to the size of her tits but instead, just casually pointed to a certain part of her body, “Is this where you want it?” he asked, referring to her left underboob.

With a very flirtatious grin, she nodded, clearly knowing that her assets were her biggest weapon. “Yes. Would it be easier if I took off my bra, yeah?”

“You don’t have to, I can work it out,” he responded, reaching for his glove.

She giggled along with her bestfriend who sat on the side, waiting for her turn.

“No, I can take it off for you,” said the girl, unclasping her bra and setting her huge breasts free for him to ogle at.

He cleared his throat, averting his eyes as he asked her to sit on the recliner. Kuroo had seen women half naked in his shop before but this was the first time someone got naked in front of him with other intentions rather than to simply get a tattoo.

Because of the awkwardness, he went ahead and blasted some music, rockstar, to distract his mind. He had to think of something else and not stare at the girl’s luscious tits. He had to shift his mind to somewhere else like, for example, why the girl chose a calligraphy of the words ‘la douleur exquise’ on her skin this time.

“Is this French?” he casually asked, urging her to rest her back while he wiped the chosen area with a damp cotton pad. He specifically avoided grazing his hand on her breast but it looked like the girl actually wanted him to touch her more.

“It means exquisite pain,” she purred, batting her eyelashes at him.

His lips formed a smirk, impressed at how much of a skank she was willing to be for him. It wasn’t new, if he was honest. He’d also had a fair share of women who tried to get into his pants last week but they weren’t successful per se.

All while he was getting her tattoo done, the other girl got up from her seat to walk closer to her bestfriend. Kuroo decided to refer to them in his head as Slut 1 and Slut 2 because he had no intentions of knowing their names.

“Hey, Kuroo,” the other girl called, sitting at an empty stool with a smile. “You’re single, right?”

He kept his eyes focused on the skin he was inking on. “...No.”

Even from the corner of his eye, he knew that both girls looked surprised, “No way? You have a girlfriend?”

Was it really that much of a shock?

“Yeah, she’s at work right now,” he simply answered, wiping the trace of blood on the girl’s skin after he finished another letter.

There was a visible pout on Slut 1’s face as if knowing that Tetsurou had a girlfriend was more painful than the needle pricking at her skin. “So, what’s she like?”

Kuroo thought for a while because he didn’t know where to begin. You were everything he wanted in a woman and that was all he knew. “She’s cute and kind.”

His words earned a giggle from Slut 2. “Is she like the good girl type?”

“She is.” He figured it would be okay to converse about you like this. Besides, he’d rather be talking about you than to have these girls just try to flirt with him relentlessly.

“Let me guess,” Slut 1 spoke, “She’s a virgin and a prude.”

That was obviously none of their business but, damn. They were kind of right. He dated you for a year now and you two never really went further than making out.

“I respect her,” was his answer, much to the two girls’ dismay.

“That’s kinda boring, though,” the other girl claimed, draping her arm around his shoulder before leaning close to his ear. “You’re still a man and you have needs. If I were her, I’d sleep with you every day.”

The girl getting a tattoo grinned. “Totally! Like, you’re so hot and I bet you’re good in bed.”

Fuck.

He almost messed up one of the letters because his mind just flew to somewhere unforgivable. It was a sin to even think about but, shit, he definitely missed the feeling of fucking someone.

“Kuroo?”

He got out of trance and looked up after hearing the familiar voice only to see you by the door, looking at him with hurt in your eyes.

“Hey—”

You swallowed and avoided his gaze. “I just... You left your keys.”

In a swift motion, you hurriedly walked inside the room and placed his set of keys at one of the console tables before dashing out the door.

“Babe!” he called, unable to chase after you as you shut the door—an exasperated sigh followed.

This was going to be a big problem, obviously.

Just what was he thinking?

He had a half naked girl in front of him and another girl clinging to him like he didn’t have a girlfriend. It must have hurt you a lot.

There was definitely a lot of explaining to do when he comes home tonight.

“Uh-oh...” the girl mocked. “I can sense some trouble in paradise.”

He decided to leave it be for now and get his job done as soon as possible, even thinking of closing the shop earlier than usual just so he could go to you.

You were washing the dishes when Kuroo came home and the first thing he did was to wrap his arms around you.

To be real, you weren’t in the mood to see his face after what you saw this morning.

You get it—he was exposed to all sorts of people with his line of work and most of them probably couldn’t just ignore his amazing physical appearance.

Even you, which was why you were more hurt, because he was desired by many women and those very same women were all better than you in more ways than one.

They fit his type more than you did and you were sure that they could give him exactly what he wanted.

Still, it awfully tugged at your heartstrings.

He was yours, not theirs. You had the right to be jealous when a girl was getting cozy with your man, but to see him letting them have their way? That was a different story.

“Baby, talk to me,” he mumbled, planting a kiss on your neck.

You gave him the silent treatment while closing the water tap and drying your hands with a towel. With a nonchalant face, you pulled his tattooed arms off of you and headed towards the couch.

You could hear his sigh as he followed you, but you were determined to keep your eyes glued on the TV screen. If he wanted to talk, he should do the talking.

“You’re really pissed at me, huh,” he spoke as soon as he sat next to you with his hand on your thigh. “I’m sorry.”

“They’re pretty hot, aren’t they?” you asked, bitterly.

He scooted closer and placed an arm around your shoulder. “Definitely nowhere near as hot as my girlfriend.”

You rolled your eyes, remembering how the girls looked like and how comfortable he was with them. “Yeah, right.”

You couldn’t explain the tightness on your chest every time you recalled the scene earlier because you knew, you just knew, that there was more that could have happened if you didn’t arrive. You saw it in his eyes, even for a split second, that he almost gave in to temptation.

How could he not? You were a prude just as they described—just because you didn’t have any sexual experience like they did. Perhaps when they called you boring, they were right and Kuroo wanted to agree.

He couldn’t be stuck with a girlfriend that he couldn’t even have sex with, could he?

“I shouldn’t have let them put their hands on me like that,” he admitted, feeling apologetic. “Only you can.”

You took a deep breath and shook your head. “I don’t even know why you’re still with me, Tetsurou. I put so much boundaries between us. Don’t you get tired of me?”

“Fuck no,” he quickly answered, tucking some hair behind your ear. “Never. You’re the only one for me.”

Truth be told, you did feel bad that he couldn’t fully experience you as a girlfriend but he was very patient and respectful towards you. Maybe you could let this one incident go, after all, he was never really a bad boyfriend to you. Sure, he looked like a bad boy but when it came to you, he was surprisingly soft.

“Fine,” you muttered, finally meeting his eyes. “Just don’t do it again. I don’t care if they get naked in front of you, don’t entertain them too much and give the wrong impression.”

He smiled and pecked your lips. “Yes, ma’am.”

“You’re annoying.”

“You love me.”

“I do,” you said, placing a hand on his cheek. “So much.”

Delighted with your words, he leaned in again to give you a deeper kiss. He knew it was all he could do with you but he wanted to make you feel that his kisses were satisfying enough.

Just with the way he moved his lips against yours and how your tongue battled his for dominance—it was almost impossible to breathe at one point, but he softened the kiss to allow yourself to catch some air.

God, you were jealous. You were annoyed at how those girls thought they could put their hands on your man. You were angry at how they tried to steal him from you.

“You’re mine,” you claimed, pulling away to look at his eyes.

The smirk on his lips was replaced by a cheeky grin. “All yours, baby.”

You didn’t know what gave you the sudden confidence to straddle his lap after he said that, but both of you were taken aback—the heat on your cheeks was mixing with the surprised look on his face.

You were sitting directly into his crotch and he was having a hard time to control himself.

“Babe,” he breathed on your neck. “You don’t have to force yourself.”

He was right, but the thought of the other girls constantly seducing him behind your back just gave way to your deepest insecurities. You didn’t have the most perfect body in the world and you most definitely didn’t have the skills in bed that he expected—you were scared that you might lose him because of these facts.

“Hey,” he spoke, making you look at his eyes as you relaxed into his touch. “It’s fine. If you want it, I can be gentle.”

“I-I don’t know... I just,” you hesitated, not knowing exactly how to put it into words.

You didn’t know why sex intimidated you. It was just him putting his dick inside you, right? But you weren’t really scared of doing the act, you were scared that once you did it, he’d leave you because he already got what he wanted.

You could feel the hardness on his crotch that was pressing against your core and you didn’t expect that a moan would escape your lips when you moved at the slightest. The fabric of your shorts were thin enough for you to feel the outline of the hardened member on his grey sweatpants.

He held your waist and guided you to move again, this time urging you to move your hips back and forth, allowing you to feel the friction from his hard erection. It was impossible not to see the lust in his eyes and it made you feel weak.

“How does it feel?” he asked, hot breath tickling your ear.

You continued grinding on him with your lips parted to release your silent moans, “G-Good.”

He leaned forward to kiss your neck, eventually sucking the soft skin to leave his beautiful marks.

“Tetsu—” you whined, gripping his hair while he started matching your movements with his own. It was a foreign feeling for you to feel his clothed cock rubbing against your untouched sex.

The sound of his moans made you weak.

“Fuck,” he cussed in a low voice, squeezing your ass with his huge hands in growing excitement. “I’ll go get a condom.”

Your eyes widened in panic as you pushed him back into the couch. “N-No, I... I’m not ready.”

You didn’t mean to always chicken out when you two were almost about to do it. You just didn’t feel confident enough to give yourself yet and even if you badly wanted to, you just couldn’t make yourself do it.

You could see the hint of disappointment on his face and he was trying to hide it.

“Right,” he exhaled deeply with his head thrown back on the headrest. “It’s alright. Maybe next time,” he convinced himself.

“I’m sorry,” you softly mumbled, hand gripping on his shirt.

He gave you a quick peck on the lips before pulling you out of his lap and getting up from the couch. “It’s fine.”

You stayed seated as you watched him walk away. “Where are you going?”

“I have to finish this off on my own,” he answered without looking back. You realized he was referring to him touching himself because you couldn’t just do the job for him.

It was obvious how frustrated he was and for fuck’s sake you did feel guilty, but then again, he didn’t act like this before. When you told him you didn’t want to do it further, he’d simply laugh it off and say he would wait for you.

This wasn’t the same Kuroo that said that.

You became a little paranoid.

Considering that girls would still pay your boyfriend a visit at the tattoo parlor, you always ended up overthinking about what he was doing while you were supposed to be busy at work.

You just didn’t feel at ease. You felt like anyone could easily snatch him away from you because you weren’t particularly a striking girl to begin with. You were leaning on the simple side rather than the edgy, stylish wannabes that swarmed his shop in hopes of sleeping with him.

Because your thoughts were eating you alive, you decided to head to his tattoo parlor after work to make sure that he wasn’t doing any funny business.

And you were somehow right.

About three girls were in there this time, two of which you’ve already seen a couple days ago, and they were already leaving the shop just as you arrived.

“You’re really amazing, Tetsurou,” one of the girls told him in gratitude. “I might get another one soon.”

You watched them walk past you with a smug expression on their faces as they left the shop. Kuroo had then seen you standing by the door with your arms crossed.

“Really?” you questioned, walking inside with a frown. “They’re here again?”

He sighed and walked back to his station while cleaning the mess. “I can’t just ask them not to come anymore. They’re still customers.”

“Let me guess,” you taunted, “Did one of them get naked in front of you again? Did you let them touch all over you again? Did you perhaps forget that you had a girlfriend again?”

His brows furrowed in annoyance. “No. We talked about this.”

You pursed your lips, raising a brow in return. “I’m starting to think you’re doing more for them than just giving them tattoos.”

“Jesus. You’re so insecure, it’s crazy,” he retorted, rolling his eyes at you.

Did he just...

“I wonder why!” you replied, sarcastically. “If you weren’t busy flirting with those girls, maybe I won’t be so insecure.”

“I said I’m not flirting with them!” he argued, slamming his gloves on the floor.

He looked at you with frustration that you’ve never seen before and it certainly hurt. He had been acting distant since the night you didn’t give in to him and you knew that his exasperation towards you was rooting from that.

You swallowed, still with your arms crossed. “But you know you’d sleep with them if given the chance. Since I couldn’t do it with you.”

“Then just fucking do it with me instead of bitching about it every day!” he snapped. “I wanna be with someone I can have sex with, not a prude like you!”

His hurtful words left you frozen like a statue, unable to move while being dominated by the shooting pain inside your chest.

You knew this day would come—that he would eventually get tired of waiting around for something that he could easily get from others. However, what hurt you most was the fact you believed he wasn’t that type of guy. That he wasn’t with you solely for what you could give, but rather, for what you just had. You thought he sincerely understood your boundaries and respected your choices the very same way you respected his, but it seemed that he had another thought in his head all along.

After seeing the look on your face, Kuroo had softened his gaze and walked closer to you, “I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have said that.”

A tear fell from from your eye as you looked at him with anger building inside of you. “You wanna have sex? Is that what you want? Let’s fucking do it, then!”

You spitefully unbuttoned your blouse despite his efforts of stopping you.

“Baby, no,” he said in remorse, grabbing your wrists tightly. “No, I’m sorry. I’m contented with you. I really am, I’m sorry. Please.”

Your chest heaved as you cried. “It’s obviously not enough for you.” You sniffed, wiping your eyes. “You knew what kinda girl I am when you dated me.”

He pulled you for a hug and kissed your temple way too many times that you lost count. He felt absolutely sorry for ever hurting you with his words but they just hit you so painfully.

“I know what kinda girl you are and I’m in love with you for it,” he said, as if trying to get it through your head but his words were beginning to feel empty. “Please, believe me. I really didn’t mean what I said. You’re enough for me, baby. You’re all I want.”

You didn’t feel comfort from his words but you still hugged him because you loved him. Because you knew, even if he said more hurtful words, you’d still love him. Sure, you’d be angry, but your love for him ruled higher than your pride.

You were just scared of losing him over something like this.

“I love you so much,” he whispered on your ear before placing a soft, apologetic kiss on your lips.

When he pulled away, your heart still felt heavy but you managed to give the slightest smile.

“I love you, too.”

He ran his thumb across your cheek and held your waist on his other hand. You just couldn’t get his words out of your head even after he apologized, because you never knew he was seeing your relationship that way all along.

The girls were right. He was a man after all and he had needs.

The fact that he was staying with you despite not fulfilling his needs must be a work of charity for him, and eventually, he’d get sick of waiting around. He would desire you less and less the more the days passed by and it wasn’t absolutely crazy to think that he could potentially meet another girl he liked that was willing to give it all.

The mere thought of it scared you.

“I’ll do it with you tonight,” you offered, your voice breaking, hoping that you could finally break the barrier and be enough for him.

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HI AUTHOR I KNOW YOU SAID YOU DIDN’T WANNA MAKE A PART 3 OF THE FUCK BOY IWA FIC BUT I JUST WANNA SEE HOW HE’D REACT SEEING Y/N SLOWLY BEING HAPPY WITH KEIJI AND SHIT FHSHXJDHDBC

pov: he’s a player and you’re his favorite game — iwaizumi h.

Remembering that morning when you walked out of his dorm claiming that you were done with him ‘for real’, Iwaizumi believed that you would simply eat your words and still end up coming back.

You always did. No matter how much of a jerk he was to deal with, it had always been difficult for you to ever detach yourself from him.

However, after noticing your absence from the recent frat parties and your complete disregard towards his messages, Iwaizumi realized that maybe you finally grew tired of him.

On top of that, Alisa eventually found out that he cheated on her which resulted into her dumping him, and Hajime was once again a single guy who had commitment issues. Only this time, he could no longer call you when he needed some company.

He really was an asshole.

Because he got over Alisa, his actual ex-girlfriend, in just a span of 2 weeks. But you? It was hitting him harder than he initially thought.

You weren’t supposed to linger in his mind at all, especially not after two months of not seeing you around campus. Iwaizumi reminded himself that you were just a casual encounter and not someone he wanted to commit himself to. Ever.

And yet...

And yet, when he saw you one day around the campus holding another guy’s hand, smiling and looking extremely in love, Iwaizumi was feeling an ache in his chest that he couldn’t describe.

Your smiles were genuine and your eyes were so full of love at the mere sight of the guy next to you. He remembered those exact look of adoration on your face because it was once directed to him before. He may have never fully paid attention to you, but he could feel a tinge of regret at the fact that he took you for granted.

Now, you had all of his attention and he wasn’t pleased at it.

Iwaizumi didn’t care about whoever your new guy was, all he wanted was to talk to you. He had to remind you that you weren’t really over him and that you were just trying to play hard to get. This was it, right? You were just doing this to make him jealous.

The smile on your face quickly faded into a frown as soon as your eyes met his, and with a blank and empty expression, you looked away and turned back to the guy.

“Hey,” Iwaizumi called, standing in front of you.

The guy with the glasses looked up and greeted him on behalf of you. “Hey.”

Iwaizumi kept his stare at you but you didn’t even spare him a glance in return. “I need to talk to her.”

“If you wanna talk to my girlfriend, say it in front of me,” the guy strictly insisted while tightening his hold on your hand.

His girlfriend.

Iwaizumi didn’t know whether he should laugh or be frustrated—all he could feel was a pang of unexplainable jealousy building inside his chest.

“Keiji, let’s just leave,” you said to the guy in a soft, affectionate voice.

But before you could take another step away, Iwaizumi had already grabbed your wrist. “We need to talk. You can’t do this.”

“Hajime, the hell’s your problem?” You snatched your wrist off of him which was followed by the angriest glare he had ever received from you. “Go fuck some other bitch. I’m over you!”

For the first time in his life, Iwaizumi felt pathetic.

He also felt sorry for himself because the tables have turned and now he was the one being rejected.

He didn’t even want to think of how the other bystanders looked at the three of them in intrigue. It was pretty obvious for any person to know that Iwaizumi was the asshole in this situation.

“Get over yourself,” you spat, adding venom to your words. “It’s pitiful.”

With a completely sober heart and a very clear mind, he watched you walk away from his life for the second time. However, this time, you were walking away with a guy that obviously loved and cared for you like you deserved.

Even if he was good at playing this game, Iwaizumi realized that sometimes, others learn how to catch up so they wouldn’t lose the second time around.

Today, he was the loser. Tomorrow, fuck knows what he’d become.

What he knew for certain was the fact that you would never come back to him and he just lost the greatest opportunity of ever being with you.

[strayblades]

pov: you’re broken and he’s fixing you.

↳ akaashi keiji/reader

(this is a spin-off to pov: he’s a player and you’re his favorite game. please click here if you haven’t read.)

description. after a strange encounter led your boyfriend to find out about your tainted past, he develops a mistrust and questions whether you’re still his ideal girl at all.

genre. angst, hurt/comfort, college au

cw. mentions of nudity and videotaping, profanity, slut-shaming (not from akaashi he’s gucci), usage of alcohol/intoxication, reference to drugs

notes. iwaizumi akaashi whores, i come bearing with another gift! this oneshot is set prior to the drabble, enjoyyy!

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For the past two months, it was safe to say that Akaashi was in love.

As cheesy as it sounded, he never expected that the feeling of love at first sight was actually real and that you were the living proof of it. There was just something about you that made him feel warm. It wasn’t just because you were physically gorgeous—he also liked how expressive your eyes were or how your smile could brighten his day. He was addicted to the look on your face whenever you were happy and just about contented.

He remembered the day he met you and how he asked you for directions, not knowing that you were crying at 6AM while walking around the campus. He thought you were adorable with just the way you had a pout on your lips when you first looked at him, but he also felt bad that you seemed so broken.

It wasn’t like you discussed your whole history with him—you just told him that the reason you were pathetically crying that day was because someone broke your heart and that you’ve decided to finally let that person go. You didn’t really go into detail about what happened nor did you tell him about the person behind your tears. You simply wanted to ‘move on and forget the guy’ were the words Keiji remembered you said.

So when he gave you an offer for a friendly coffee date, he was glad that you did agree to him. And he was even more glad that, what was once a casual date, now turned into something more tangible. A relationship, if you call it.

Akaashi helped you get through your pain until the love you’ve had for the past guy had now shifted to him. It was sweet, he realized, to have you by his side when he pulled all-nighters at the cafe procrastinating his weekly papers. In return, he would visit you at your dorm with your favorite snacks when you were too busy to meet with him for a date. It was simple give-and-take, but something he sincerely valued. Akaashi didn’t have a lot of experience when it came to dating and he certainly was still testing the waters with you. However, despite that, he was his happiest when he was with you.

You craved for love and affection and Keiji was willing to give you all and more.

He was happy to do simple things like calling you at night when he didn’t get to see you during the day or bringing you breakfast before your morning classes and walk with you to your class.

Today, it was him that had an early morning class and he was already rushing into it.

“Slow down, Keiji,” you told him, squeezing his hand.

He drew in a long breath as you two passed through a group of college students who all seemed to be rushing to their own classes, too. The whole campus just seemed busier than usual.

“Professor Daley’s pretty strict,” he explained, eyes searching through the rows of identical doors to find the lecture hall. Well, other than the strict professor himself, Akaashi also cared about his studies and he didn’t want to miss the important parts of today’s lecture or else he’d have a lot to catch up on again.

You cocked your head at him in curiosity. “What, is he like gonna give you guys shotgun recitations or something?”

“Not really, he’ll just embarrass you in front of the class,” he answered with a grin, stopping outside of the auditorium for his History class. “Hey, I gotta go. See you later?”

“Okay.” You offered a smile before sweetly kissing his cheek. “Catch you later.”

The lecture hall was almost full when he came inside so he had no other choice but to sit at the back along with the other students who barely gave a damn about going to class at all.

Keiji usually didn’t mind them, but the reason why he didn’t like sitting at the far back was because it was always the spot for hungover dudes who obviously went to parties the night prior or the slackers who liked to just borrow some notes and call it a day.

He ended up sitting next to an Asian guy who had a blond undercut and a white guy with bronze hair—both of which were sitting comfortably with one leg propped on the chair in front of them. Akaashi assumed they were jocks, but they could also probably be frat boys.

“Man, I’m never gonna drink Hennessy again,” he heard the blond guy whine to his friend. “I feel like throwing up.”

Yup. Frat boys.

Keiji decided to focus on Professor Daley’s lecture as he took out his iPad, searching through the notes that he wrote from last time. From what he remembered, the last lecture was about Asian-American Assimilation.

“Iwa’s fucking wasted last night,” the brown-haired guy brought up, followed by a cackle from the blond.

“Dude lost his mind. I told him I can just get him a new bitch, but he told me to fuck off. He still wants her so bad, man.”

The two guys shared loud sniggers much to Keiji’s annoyance.

He sent them a look of warning, only to let them know that someone was actually bothered by their unnecessarily loud chattering, but the blond guy strangely recognized him.

“Yo...” The blond guy’s eyes widened as he nudged his friend who gestured towards Akaashi. “You’re the guy that’s dating Y/N, right?”

Firstly, how did he know? And who the hell was this guy, anyway?

“Yeah,” Keiji answered curtly, uninterested with the conversation. “And you are?”

There was a huge grin on the blond guy’s face—it was the kind of grin that particularly looked like he was impressed. “Nice to meet you, bro. The name’s Yuuji Terushima,” the guy greeted, offering a hand out for a fistbump. “And this is my friend, Cole.”

All Akaashi gave them was a brief nod of acknowledgment because it was clearly not the best time to make new friends, however the Yuuji guy was so damn persistent in talking to him throughout the class.

“So, how long have you two been together?” Yuuji asked, seemingly entertained for some reason.

Technically, almost 2 months but jesus, why was this guy so interested with his girlfriend?

“That’s none of your business,” he dryly responded with a nonchalant face.

The Yuuji guy was quick to snort along with the other guy beside him named Cole. They looked like absolute tools and Keiji didn’t want to entertain them further.

“Chill,” Yuuji eased, raising his arms in surrender. “I’m just surprised that you’re dating her despite... you know.”

Despite what?

Akaashi looked at them in confusion. It was obvious that those two guys knew something he didn’t and his mind was telling him to know what it was but his heart was telling him he shouldn’t bother.

The most annoying thing was how these two guys were entertained for a reason he was yet to know about. What was so funny about dating you?

So for now, he let his mind win. “What do you mean?”

With his obliviousness, Yuuji and Cole looked genuinely shocked and amused at the same time. It was starting to piss Keiji off because he was looking like such a fool for not having any clue.

“Dude.” Yuuji leaned forward in intrigue before he spoke in a hushed voice, “She’s like one of the biggest sluts in the campus.”

His first reaction was to ball his hands into a fist, all while grabbing the guy’s collar for referring to you in such a way, but Yuuji was defensive about it.

“No, I’m not messing with you. Dude, see this,” he convinced as if he was the most innocent man in this planet. “Just wait a minute...”

Yuuji took out his phone and went through whatever the hell he was going through. Akaashi was surely about to punch the jackass if only they weren’t in class.

“Here, look.” Yuuji extended his arm and held his phone up, revealing a naked picture of you that you took in front of a mirror. The guy swiped his phone to show more of your nudes from different shots and angles, and there was even a quick video of you doing it with another guy.

What the actual fuck.

“These aren’t mine, by the way,” Yuuji clarified as if that helped at all, “But like, almost all sane guys in the frat house have a copy of these. We’ve all seen your girl, bro.”

Akaashi didn’t know how to react.

He simply stiffened while his chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. He couldn’t believe what he just saw and he had no idea what to feel from it. It was so fucked up how his girlfriend and her body were all over other guys’ phones for their own pleasure. He couldn’t hide the anger that was building inside of him, but he was also disgusted at how he never knew all of this prior to dating you.

Keiji hasn’t even touched you, even a little bit, because he respected you and he believed that you weren’t the type of girl who slept around. He wasn’t the type of guy, either. Heck, he’d only been to a party once and it wasn’t really his scene.

And yet you...

You actually hid this from him. He could understand that you’d feel ashamed, but god fucking dammit, these guys were feasting on your body and calling you names—how could you still walk around without shame?

He was speechless.

“That’s fine, dude.” Yuuji gave him a pat on the back like he needed his consolation. “You know what you should do? You should fuck her like the whore she is and then dip.”

He huffed a breath filled with rage. “I think it’s fucked up that you’re spreading her nudes like a total dick.”

“Dude, not my fault your so-called girlfriend’s a whore,” Yuuji retorted which ultimately led Keiji to grab him by the shirt in fury.

“Mr. Terushima and Mr. Akaashi, what is going on back there?”

He didn’t really want to look away as he sent this blond guy a death stare because, frankly, at the rate of Keiji’s anger, Yuuji would get his face absolutely ruined if he tried to speak ill about you again.

He was going feral.

He couldn’t stomach the thought of his girlfriend, a girl he liked with all his heart, being labeled as the campus slut.

Suddenly, his whole outlook towards you had exponentially changed and he could no longer see you the same way again.

“What time is it?” you inquired to a very hungover Erica who had her head rested on the table while you two spent the past hour at the cafe.

She briefly checked her phone and answered, “It’s half past four in the afternoon, why?”

Nothing important. You were just wondering why Keiji hasn’t contacted you all day. Weird, because he only had two classes today and they were both during the morning. Usually at this time, he would have already been free.

You decided to slip in another text because you already missed him. He was probably really busy right now.

You: Hi, love. I’m here at the cafe with Erica while waiting for you. See me when you’re free :)

“Ugh,” Erica groaned, rubbing her temples. “My head hurts.”

You looked up from your phone after waiting for your boyfriend’s reply but there wasn’t any.

“How was the party last night?” you inquired in an effort to make some conversation.

Erica then propped her elbows on the table and lifted her head up. She just looked extremely hungover and you could easily tell with her smudged mascara. “It was alright,” she answered. “Not as fun without you, though.”

You hadn’t really been to parties as of late and it was the effect of being in a healthy relationship with your boyfriend. It was almost unreal how you managed to find a guy that respected and treated you like a real woman. Although your heart hasn’t fully healed, you were very grateful for Keiji’s efforts of sticking with you through thick and thin, completely putting every piece of you back together.

He was definitely someone worth pursuing, not jerks like Iwaizumi who did nothing but to play with your feelings.

Speaking of, you haven’t seen that guy around because you were purposely avoiding him. You knew which times he would be out and about in the campus so you often stayed at the dorms during those times.

Still, you were curious at how he was doing recently and it wasn’t wrong to ask, right?

“Was Hajime in there?” You cleared your throat, pretending to sound casual.

Erica could see through you though, which was why she sneered. “He’s crazy. I never see him drink that much alcohol.”

You silently wished he had alcohol poisoning but you chose to be the better person. “Sucks to be him.”

“True,” she agreed without hesitation. “Also, don’t you see it? I think Keiji kinda looks like Iwa. Just take off his glasses and turn him into a fuckboy.”

You scrunched your nose. “No, thank you. My Keiji is fine as is.”

As if on cue, you received a text message from the said guy.

Keiji: Can’t come

His reply was short and direct, not his usual sweet long ones. Akaashi was never a dry texter so this was a little odd to see.

You: Are you okay, my love? Do you want me to visit you?

You really hoped he was okay because you were starting to worry.

Keiji: Don’t bother. I’ll just see you tomorrow.

“What’s with the face?” Erica asked after noticing your downcast eyes.

You let out a sigh. “He looks busy right now. I don’t know, I’m worried.”

She watched your expression for a moment before speaking again, “Leave him be. He’s probably got tons of papers to write.”

“I guess he is...”

You didn’t get to see your boyfriend yesterday and even today, just like he said. You texted him this morning if he wanted to go eat lunch together but his only response was “I’m good.”

You could feel that something was wrong and you definitely had to confront him about it.

The coldness in his responses reminded you of the way Iwaizumi treated you before and it was leaving you hurt and paranoid. You didn’t know what you did wrong but you couldn’t just let Akaashi ignore you all day.

You were scared that you’ve given him a reason to walk away from you.

Despite the cold weather, you decided to wait outside the residence hall he was staying at in hopes of talking to him in person. You insisted to him that you weren’t going to leave until he sees you and that it didn’t matter how long you were going to wait if he was claiming to be ‘busy’. He obviously wasn’t, because no matter how busy he was, Keiji Akaashi always made time for you.

That was one of the many things you loved about him. He told you before that every second you spent with him was always valuable and important, which was why he was placing a lot of effort everytime you two spend time together.

“It’s nine in the evening,” you heard his voice as you looked up to see him approaching you with a frown. “Just go back to your dorm. We can talk tomorrow.”

You waited for 2 hours outside, just to see him, and this was what you get.

What was worse was how didn’t return any eye-contact with you.

“Keiji, what’s going on?” you spoke quietly, hurt evident from your tone. “Did I do something wrong?”

He simply lifted his shoulder in a half shrug, never looking at your eyes from behind his glasses. “No, I’m just busy.”

‘Busy’ always seemed to be a guy’s favorite excuse and you hated it. You hated how they think they could easily shrug off anything by saying they were busy even when they weren’t.

“There’s something wrong,” you insisted, holding onto his arm as an attempt to get him to look at you. “Tell me.”

He contemplated it when he finally did look at you, but the way he gazed at your face made it seem like he was almost disgusted. For what reason?

If you were being true to yourself, you knew that there was only one reason, however you refused to consider that it was exactly what you had in mind.

And yet, he did confirm your thoughts when he claimed, “I know what happened before and how you’re...”

You watched him trail off his words, unable to continue because it was visible to the naked eye that he was about to say something hurtful.

“What?” you egged on, feeling a growing ache in your chest. “What am I, Keiji?”

You knew where this conversation was going and you despised every minute that went into it.

His eyes momentarily found yours. “You know what you are.”

The way those words slipped off his mouth made you want to laugh and cry the pain off your heart. It didn’t help that your eyes already pooled of tears and you were trying your hardest not to succumb to your weak feelings.

“Tell me exactly what I am,” you commanded with a broken voice.

Keiji blew out his cheeks and looked at you blankly. “You know it’s fine to sleep around and all, but I just didn’t think you were that type of girl.”

In short, he wanted to call you a whore. He wanted to label you as one, albeit indirectly.

You had no idea how he found out and how much he knew but you were sure that he’d heard enough to make him act reluctant towards you.

You didn’t even have to hide how you were tremendously hurt at the fact that he chose to see you differently instead of clearing it up with you,

“I only slept with one guy.” Tears fell from your eyes. “One guy, Keiji. I did it because I loved him and he took me for granted. He made a complete fool out of me.”

He avoided your gaze in silence as he listened and he was clearly reconsidering his outlook towards you, but he just seemed so detached.

It hurt. It fucking hurt.

“Do you know how painful it is?” you asked, continuing your monologue while you were wrecking inside. “Every time I gave myself to him, it was all just a bet with his friends. Do you know how hurtful it is how I’m being played around like I didn’t have any feelings? I only ever gave myself to that one guy, but he made the whole world think that I’m nothing but a slut. That’s what you wanted to say, right? That I’m a slut and you’re embarrassed to be with me?”

With a slight shake of his head, he remained quiet while standing in a safe distance between you and him.

“Keiji.” You wept, wiping your eyes as you poured your heart out to him. “For the first time in my life, I felt that someone genuinely cared about me as a person and I can’t ever be thankful enough that I met you. You saved me from misery when I thought I was completely irredeemable for having the wrong choices in life. I thought I never would’ve known what being in relationship feels like and, fuck... I know it’s too early to say, but I love you, and I do mean it. My past isn’t something I can change and I most definitely can’t change how people see me, but you, all I care about is you. I don’t want us to change.”

Those words came straight from your heart and it was painful that you had to tell it to him at this specific instance. You were at a completely vulnerable state in front of him and you were hoping that he could at least look at you to see how sincere you were.

But he still refused to see your eyes and give you the comfort you wanted.

“I-I don’t know,” he hesitated. “I’m sorry. I need some space to think about all of this.”

“Don’t do this, please,” you begged, tightening your grip on his arm but he shrugged your hands off him and looked at you apologetically.

Each step back he took was piercing you straight to your soul. “I’m sorry. Let’s talk some time soon.”

And with that, he left you alone with a sore heart and a broken pride, once again reminding you that no guy in this world could ever learn to love you the way you want them to.

Being rejected by Akaashi hurt a hundred times worse than Iwaizumi because with Iwa, you could blame it on his fuckboy personality and say that you deserve better. But with Keiji, someone who was naturally kind and loving, you felt like you lost something so precious.

You spent the past few days crying in your room, refusing to take care of yourself, or attend some of your classes because you just felt broken yet again. Your roommate even became worried about you at one point and offered if she could do anything to help you out.

Her offer was very much appreciated, but there was nothing you could really do unless you travel through time and rewrite your past. It was crazy to think how your actions could greatly affect your future.

You absolutely detested the fact that Hajime could walk around the campus unharmed while you were being viewed as his resident whore for simply giving yourself to him.

Life was unfair, truly.

Now you lost the chance of being with the most perfect guy you’ve ever met, all because you were wronged by this other guy in the past.

“Cheer up.” Erica rubbed your back, walking with you to your next class. “How long has it been since you and Keiji last talked?”

“‘Bout a week,” you whispered with lethargic emotions. “Is this considered a break up? Because I’m gonna lose my mind if it is—”

“I don’t think it is,” she quickly reassured. “Look, maybe he just really needs some time. I mean, he probably was really surprised.”

Who wouldn’t be? Imagine your girlfriend being talked about everywhere you go and they weren’t exactly rumors that sounded pleasing to the ears.

However, you were allowed to miss him, too. You missed him so much that you couldn’t think straight because all you had in mind was the thought of him.

Erica gave you a look of sympathy. “I’m sure he’ll talk to you soon.”

“Hey, hey. Look who’s here.”

You looked up to see Yuuji, Zach, and Cole (aka Iwaizumi’s bastard friends) circling around you and Erica in front of the Arts building. The smiles on their faces made them appear like total douches and you wanted to sucker-punch each of them in their stupid faces.

“Lay off, ugly,” Erica seethed towards Yuuji.

The blond guy, however, was focused on you. “Hey, Iwa wants you back.”

Zach snorted followed by a snide remark from Cole. “Just let him fuck you already. He’s outta his mind.”

You stood in fury as you looked at the three, but it was Erica who decided to defend you.

“Leave her alone, assholes.” Pushing each of them by the chest while they remained unfazed and even more entertained. “She has a boyfriend.”

Strangely, Yuuji let out a cackle after hearing it. “Oh, right. Akaashi, was it? I think he enjoyed seeing your sex tape,” the guy scornfully mocked.

You stood paralyzed with your heart in your mouth.

Was this the reason why Keiji no longer wanted to do anything with you?

You thought he just heard rumors, not actual ‘evidences’ of you doing the act and now you understood why he was acting that way.

Before you knew it, you already threw a hard slap across Yuuji’s face, shaking in anger and frustration. The guy was shocked but he also found it cruelly entertaining. Him and his friends all found your life amusing because you were just a game to them.

“You guys have such loud mouths,” you snarled with your balled fists. “Your dicks aren’t even big enough to satisfy girls!”

You yelled it out of anger that the passerby who heard it seemed to have found it funny.

But you weren’t done yet, you had to say one more thing:

“Tell Iwa he can go fuck himself in hell.”

It was sickening and all the more frustrating how your reputation ruined your chances of being treated fairly.

You were seen as a promiscuous person—someone who would fuck anyone on her way and only cared about going to parties or getting banged by these fuckboys all day and night. You didn’t expect that it would turn out like this because when you first had your casual relationship with Iwaizumi, you two were very lowkey and only hooked up on the low.

Shit spread like wildfire and now everyone has seen you naked and it was probably why no one could ever respect you.

Only Keiji ever did, and now you lost him.

What was the point, really, to still act like you were going to have your desired relationship?

If your image was far tainted to be saved, might as well just stick by it and act exactly what they think of you.

Besides, with Akaashi giving up on you, you no longer believed that there was any other guy that could fix you the way he almost did.

Yes, you were back to square one. You were back to being the girl who spent her Friday nights in frat basements. You were back to the old you that could never be erased no matter how much you tried.

You didn’t even receive a single text or call from Akaashi despite reaching out to him and it gave you the sole realization that it was over. He already ghosted you.

Funny, you painfully laughed as you drank from your red cup while mindlessly dancing to the loud music. Your mind was in that party, but your heart wanted to stay with Keiji.

“You didn’t have to come here, you know.” Erica tried to snatch the red cup from your hand but you were quick to dodge her. “Come on, you’re drunk already.”

You smiled, even with pain in your eyes, at the feeling of being constantly hurt and mistreated.

“So, what...” you slurred, eyes following the dancing lights. You wondered if Keiji missed you at all.

“Y/N,” Erica pleaded, looking absolutely hopeless at trying to stop you from drinking. Since you were playing stubborn, she exhaled in exasperation and left. “I’ll be back, just stay here.”

You didn’t respond. You simply continued swaying your body freely as Right Thurr played on the background.

It was so quick, just as you expected, until you felt someone sneaking their arms around your waist.

However, it was the familiar wood sage and sea salt scent that caught you off guard.

“You’re back,” Iwaizumi breathed on your ear with his hands on your hips, clearly wasted. “I knew you’d always come back.”

You scoffed, turning around to push him away. “Fuck off.”

There was a stupid grin present on his face. “This is where you belong, baby,” he said, pulling you back to his chest. “This is your world.”

You swallowed the bile forming on your throat and refused to believe his words. This was no longer the world you wanted. You wanted to be in Keiji’s arms. You wanted to spend the night sitting next to him at a cafe while he pulled all-nighters to write his articles. You wanted to talk about things that you two liked, his favorite movies, his favorite artists, and everything else.

You wanted to be with him, not here, with the person that ruined your life.

“You’re mine,” Iwaizumi claimed as if he was reminding you of this very fact. “You’ll always be mine.”

“You make me sick,” you scowled at him. “I’m never going back to a bitch boy like you.”

Even from the faint light, you could see that Iwaizumi’s eyes were bloodshot and his pupils were dilated. He wasn’t just drunk, he was high.

Whether it was from weed or some other shit, he was certainly not going to remember this night when he wakes up the next morning.

“Why you playin’ hard to get?” he sneered, biting his lip in amusement. “You’re just gonna end up whoring yourself to me, anyway.”

His words stung and they sure crumpled your heart into pieces, even when he was under the influence of drugs, it was no excuse. Hard to believe that you were once in love with this guy, but now all you wanted to do was to spit on his face.

“Get off me, you fucking dick.” You pushed him off again before slapping his cheek harder than you did with Terushima. “You’re toxic as hell. I don’t ever wanna see your face!”

And before he could even reach for you again, your feet already carried you away from the basement.

You hastily walked away, squeezing through the sweaty bodies that littered the whole damn place, and ended up colliding against a lean figure.

“Keiji...”

He was looking at you with wide eyes that were full of worry and concern. “Hey, Erica called me and said you were drunk and I got worried—”

It was possibly the alcohol along with your already broken heart that made you tear up at the sight of this man in front of you.

You thought you’d already seen the last of him and that he no longer wanted to do anything with you but here he was, worried sick about you. The fact that he came after you in the middle of the night just to make sure you were okay absolutely crushed your feeble heart.

“Keiji,” you sobbed into his chest, hugging him tight and never letting go.

His breathing was deep but steady. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I hurt you, I wasn’t thinking straight.” When he pulled away, he cupped your face and wiped your tears. “Let’s get you home for now?”

You were still weeping when you came to your dorm that night, not because of the pain, but because you were overwhelmingly happy that Akaashi went back to you.

It was a bit embarrassing for him to see you like this—drunk, brokenhearted, and dressed like a ‘hooker’ as Iwaizumi described it. However, unlike before, Akaashi didn’t seem to be bothered anymore. In fact, he was doing all efforts to take care of your drunken self instead of judging you for it.

“Arms up,” he softly ordered, pulling the tight dress off your body leaving you in your underwear on. Even with the amount of skin he could see from you, he respected you enough not to touch you in places and take advantage while you were drunk. “Wear this.”

He slipped an oversized hoodie over your head that you realized belonged to him. It was cozy to wear and you felt comfortable laying in your bed despite your dizziness from the alcohol. Keiji later sat beside you and rubbed your back to soothe you.

“Feel better?” he asked, moving a hand to caress your cheek.

You nodded, feeling another rush of tears. Yes, you were a fucking crybaby because he was so sweet and you never experienced this from anyone before.

Usually, your Friday nights would end up in bed doing fuck-knows-what with Iwaizumi. The guy barely cared about you other than to fulfill his needs.

But right now, with your caring boyfriend by your side, you realized that this was possible. That your nights could end up being absolutely wholesome even when only the two of you were at your dorm and no one else could interrupt.

This was because Keiji was a real man, not a fuckboy.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized again, holding your hand in his. “I was a jerk to you and I’ll never forgive myself for it. It just got into my head how those guys spoke about you and I let my anger and pride win me over instead of talking things with you. I was stupid, but then I realized it wasn’t your fault,” he paused, meeting your shiny eyes. “You simply fell in love for that guy who didn’t respect you enough but I.... I’m here now. I’ll care for you and treat you like you deserve.”

You rubbed your damp eyes against the back of your hand. “I-I thought you hated me.”

“Never,” he immediately corrected. “I’d never hate on you. I don’t care what the others think—they can all say what they wanna say, but they can’t change my mind because I care about you. I want you happy, I want you smiling—all this because I love you and I can never give up on you over trivial things. You’re worth more than that.”

Your chest tightened, but only because it felt full. This man right here, came to you at your lowest point in life, and he was trying his best to fix you.

“Listen,” he lifted your chin up so you could look at his honest eyes. “From now on, I don’t care about your past or who you’ve been with or what you’ve done. I’ll only care about who you are when you’re with me. Just us. I’ll defend you from anyone and I’ll always see the best in you no matter what the others say. They don’t know you as much as I do. This is something I can promise you as your boyfriend.”

You scooted closer to hug him tight, grateful for the love he was giving you and for the happiness he brought you. They said it was rare to find your true love in college where almost everyone were just casually looking around for hookups.

Well, it was rare indeed, but you were part of the minority who hit jackpot when it came to finding the right guy would treat you the way you deserved.

“I love you, Keiji.” You pulled away and pressed your forehead against his.

“I love you,” he replied before placing his warm lips above yours.

You’ve had prior experiences, probably way more than he did, but this kiss was truly something else. It was your first kiss as a couple and it was sweet, gentle, and full of love.

A few months ago, you would have never thought that Keiji Akaashi would be the remedy to your broken heart, but now you were lucky to be sharing this intimate moment with him.

Your life was no longer just a game, but a book that he’d write on with fond memories and joyful experiences, because it was what you deserved and what he wanted to give.

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pov: he’s a player and you’re his favorite game. (2)

↳ iwaizumi hajime/reader

summary. where one hookup with Hajime Iwaizumi turned into many nights of casual sex—all is good until you started catching feelings and he wanted no strings to ever be attached.

genre. angst, smut, fwb, college au, 18+

cw. usage of alcohol/intoxication, profanity, reference to drugs, unprotected sex, explicit sexual content

notes. due to popular request, here’s part two! and merry christmas everyone :D [update: you can read the akaashi spinoff for part three here]

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Probably the most awaited and the most jam-packed party that you’ve ever been to was tonight at Delta Psi.

Now that finals week was over, word had spread around that the biggest party would be held at this frat house to celebrate the end of a long, tedious semester.

You’ve looked forward for tonight because you needed it badly. You needed to have fun and relax your mind without thinking about all the stupid things that stressed you out for the past few weeks.

Needless to say, Iwaizumi made up most of the stress you’ve had. You were already grateful that you two didn’t cross paths around the campus because you honestly didn’t want to see his face. You didn’t know what you’d say to him and you didn’t know how you’d react when you did see him. Honestly, you might actually end up punching his face.

He even had the audacity to call you, although just once, after that day where you saw him with his new girl but you blocked his number without hesitation. What did he even call you for? To apologize for bragging about taking your virginity to his friends? For toying with your feelings like the fuckboy he was? He could shove his apology up his fucking ass.

For the past two weeks, you’ve tried to block out the pain in your heart and urged yourself to forget about him. He didn’t deserve to be in your mind, let alone your heart.

You were in this party for yourself and you no longer cared about him.

The first thing you did as soon as you arrived the place was to drink and chat with some of your friends. It was, surprisingly, a breath of fresh air to not worry about whether a certain guy was coming tonight.

“Hey, bottoms up!” One of the frat guys approached you with a bottle of Jack Daniel’s on his hand. “Just five seconds.”

Your eyes widened in surprise and you quickly shook your head. “Oh, no—”

Erica laughed and encouraged you. “Come on, don’t be a pussy!”

You wished you could tell them that you hated whiskey but you were already surrounded by a bunch of people who all anticipated you to chug the alcohol.

“Drink! Drink! Drink!” they all cheered, leaving you without any other option.

Because of the peer pressure and because nothing was holding you back, you decided to take the challenge and opened your mouth so the guy could pour the liquor down to your throat.

“There you go!” you heard the guy say while you were gulping the hard liquor that ultimately stung your throat.

The cheers were loud even until the bottle was removed from your face and you were handed a lime to chew on. For fuck’s sake, you didn’t know how you managed to drink that much but you somehow felt a boost of confidence when your friends looked at you, impressed.

It was almost funny how you scrunched your face from the strong taste of the whiskey.

“You good?” Erica asked, rubbing your back in humor.

You gave her a thumbs up before taking out the lime from your mouth. “I fuckin’ swear that was more than five seconds!”

“That was kinda hot, though,” the guy commented, obviously shooting his shot at you. The first thing you noticed was his blond hair, slicked back in an undercut and the piercing on his tongue. Now that you paid attention to him, you realized that he actually looked freaking attractive. “I’m Yuuji, by the way.”

Oh, he was the Yuuji Terushima that girls from your Psych class once talked about. You didn’t hear his name as much as you did with he who shall not be named but this guy was just as popular, it seemed.

You shook the hand he offered. “Nice to meet you, I’m—”

“I know who you are,” he replied, grinning and running his slender fingers through his hair. “I heard about you from Iwa.”

...Nevermind.

You and Erica shared a look, probably thinking about the same thing.

“Really?” was all you could reply, feeling a little disappointed because if Yuuji heard about you from Iwaizumi then surely, they weren’t decent information.

Yuuji simply nodded, staring at you with great interest. “Hey, uh, do you wanna hangout and dance for awhile?”

You knew what was on his mind.

It was either ‘this girl is easy’ or ‘I can sleep with her tonight’ because this was the very same way Iwaizumi made his move on you when you first met. It actually wasn’t that difficult to read their intentions if you weren’t so stupidly attracted to Iwaizumi.

Pathetic. Why do all these lousy fuckboys act the same?

“Pass,” you gave him an answer, followed by a sorry (not sorry) smile.

Yuuji, clearly amused by the rejection, was about to respond and make a second appeal but not before he was interrupted by someone from behind you.

“Bro,” he greeted the guy as you turned around to see fucking Hajime Iwaizumi and his annoyingly handsome face.

Your heart raced along with your currently hazy mind—both the alcohol starting to kick in and the presence of this fuckboy making your pulse quickening faster than normal.

You didn’t greet Iwaizumi nor did he greet you and instead, you pretended to check the messages on your phone.

“What’s up?” Yuuji asked, casually exchanging fist-bumps with Iwaizumi.

Your eyes briefly found Erica’s, who was boldly finding the situation entertaining at the fact that you were acting as if the raven haired guy was a stranger.

“What’s up,” Iwaizumi told him before clearly glancing at you like you were a property he owned and Yuuji was a trespasser to his territory. “You with her?”

The way that question slipped off his lips clearly sounded like it wasn’t meant to be a question. It was him marking you as his and that Yuuji Terushima had no right to be acting too friendly with you.

Truth to tell, you were tired of Iwaizumi being an asshole.

“Oh,” the blond guy licked his lips in panic and looked at you. “She’s just—”

“Yeah, they came together,” Erica chimed in very tauntingly and it was obvious how she was trying to gauge a possible violent reaction from your ‘love interest’. It was a bit funny, how she didn’t even spare Iwaizumi a glance before she moved around and turned to you. “I’m gonna find Sam and get the molly he promised me. I’ll be back. Go and have fun with Yuuji.”

Just like that, she left you alone in an awkward situation with these two guys. You had no idea how you were going to deny the fact that you and Yuuji didn’t really come together to the party because as you looked at Iwaizumi, he was noticeably pissed. He couldn’t deny it even if he tried because it was evidently shown from his tight jaws and his sharp gaze. Back then, you used to find this hot, but now you no longer cared. Or at least tried to.

Maybe Erica was a goddamn genius after all. Like, how else would you feel satisfied if not to make Iwaizumi get a taste of his own medicine?

“Actually, you know what,” you said, head whipping over to Yuuji with a flirty smile that was once only directed to Hajime. “Let’s dance and have fun.”

Fine, it was petty and childish.

But honestly, this wasn’t even as much of a payback as Iwaizumi deserved.

You knew that he was somewhere in that place burning holes through your head as you grinded against this blond dude while Rock Yo Hips was playing on the background.

Were you drunk? No. Tipsy, hell yes. You were still aware of what you were doing and you were letting Yuuji grab hold of your hips close to his crotch as you very sexily got down and back up.

“Iwa’s gonna kill me,” Yuuji whispered, his breath tickling your ear, with a smirk displayed across his lips. “But you’re so hot.”

You decided to wink at him, moving his hands to your waist while you danced. “Fuck him.”

Yes, fuck Hajime Iwaizumi and his stupid games.

Besides, he didn’t own you. Wasn’t he the one saying it straight to your face that he’d never like you other than for his own satisfaction?

He better fucking stick to his word.

After a few more minutes of dancing to the loud, booming music, you and Yuuji ended up being dragged to join the ‘upstairs gang’ to play a couple rounds of Never Have I Ever.

Ironically, Iwaizumi was there with Connor and a few other people you didn’t really recognize. You were relieved that the social butterfly Erica was also in the group to join the game. There were about 8 of you in that circle with you, Iwaizumi, Connor, Erica, Yuuji, a girl, and two more boys that were probably their friends.

“And there they are!” the other girl said, who had jet black hair with a red balayage looking like the prettiest e-girl you’ve seen in the campus. She seemed close to the guys and you heard that her name was Jessica based from what Connor called her as. “Hey, Terushima! It’s too early to try and get laid. Give the poor girl some space.”

You noticed the muscles on Iwaizumi’s forearm constricting as he restrained whatever anger he was keeping inside and yet, he was doing pretty decent at pretending that he didn’t give a damn.

Yuuji grinned and pulled you into his lap seeing as there wasn’t much space on the couch. The blond boy’s actions caused you to omit a small chuckle before you sneaked a quick look at Iwaizumi to see him drinking from his red cup with a stern face.

Funny, how absolutely funny, that he had the audacity to act like this.

You didn’t want to use Yuuji and you really did feel bad that you had to utilize the guy for your childlike revenge, but the fact that it was working and that it was making Iwaizumi jealous only made you want to do it more.

Erica cleared her throat and cut the awkwardness was in the air. “Okay, motherfuckers! Let’s start this. Never have I ever...” she paused, glancing at each of you. “had sex in public.”

Almost everyone drank from their cup except for that one guy you didn’t recognize.

You? You barely recalled it but you did have a quickie with Iwaizumi one time at the back of the library. Just imagine how crazy it was that you had to silent your moans so you two wouldn’t get caught.

For the next round, the person assigned to ask was Connor, “Never have I ever sucked someone else’s dick.”

The guys all laughed because obviously only the girls would have to take the shot. Unless.

Anyhow, you were feeling a tad bit confident from the alcohol so you managed to look at Iwaizumi, “Don’t you suck dick?”

His smile faded into a scoff. “No, but you love sucking mine.”

The ooh’s from the guys could be heard all over the place and it silenced both you and Iwa, allowing for a staring contest to follow soon after. You would have continued glaring at him until you felt Yuuji’s hand snaking on your thigh to distract you.

“Okay, my turn,” Jessica spoke to cut the growing tension. “Never have I ever gotten my nudes leaked.”

Nobody drank, but all the guys glanced at you.

And, for some reason, your heart started thumping loud. You were nervous. Why were they looking at you like they knew something?

Has Iwaizumi ever leaked your nudes before?

You didn’t take the shot because you obviously have no fucking idea, but it made you extremely antsy inside. You weren’t dumb—you were aware that the guy has many nude photos of yours, perhaps even a video.

“You guys better watch it if you leak a girl’s nudes,” Erica playfully warned and you knew exactly who she was pertaining to. “Your dick pics will be on the internet.”

Yuuji then released a guttural cackle. “Damn. She a bad one.”

The perks of having a friend like Erica was that she always has your back no matter the circumstance. Her strong personality would make you feel reassured that no one could really mess with you because they’d have to face her first.

Unfortunately, Iwaizumi was the only person that didn’t seem fazed by it.

As the night continued and more bottles of liquor were consumed, almost half of you were already intoxicated—with some who impressively could still handle the alcohol in their system, while some were already flat out drunk.

You were in between being drunk and sober, despite beginning to see a kaleidoscope of colors whenever you closed your eyes. When you do close your eyes, the bass would drop louder in your ears as if you had earphones on.

“I-I’m gonna go to the restroom,” you excused, stumbling when you got up from a drunk Yuuji’s lap to walk towards the restroom.

First of all, you should have known.

You should’ve freaking known that Iwaizumi was going to follow you around and would even be the one to drag you inside one of the restrooms, pushing you in, and locking the door.

“What the hell?!” You went towards the door but he blocked your way. “Let me out, you psycho.”

He strictly kept a straight, unwavering face that was determined to keep you from going anywhere out of his sight—this was a stare that told you not to push his buttons even if he didn’t voice it out, “We need to talk.”

Seriously. He could call you crazy right now but that was hilarious. “You should’ve done that weeks ago. We have nothing to talk about!”

“Are you trying to get back at me?” he questioned in frustration. “Is that it? Is that why you’re throwing yourself to every guy you see?”

Although you felt small under his stare, you gathered all the courage you have to make him know that you weren’t backing down. “You have some guts, Hajime! Why are you getting mad at me for hanging out with other guys when you’re the one dating other girls? Where’s your pretty little girlfriend, huh? Why didn’t you bring her here tonight?”

“She isn’t the type to party,” was his short but direct answer.

There was another meaning to his words and it was to say that his new girl wasn’t a girl like you—that his new girl wasn’t a regular college tramp that he just wanted to play with.

“Whatever,” you spat. “I don’t fucking care. Don’t ever think I still give a shit about you.”

Iwaizumi refused to let you go. “Yeah, you still do.”

Was he actually insane? This push and pull wasn’t fun at all. “You’re so... Are you kidding me? Weren’t you saying you don’t like me when you’re sober and that I’m nothing but a clingy, obsessive whore?” You scornfully laughed. “Just to make it clear, you’re easily replaceable.”

You pushed him by the chest but he gripped your arms and backed you against the wall. Your back was pressed flat on the tiled wall as he had you pinned, sandwiched, between his warm body and the cold tiles.

“You can’t replace me,” he said through gritted teeth, eyeing you down like a predator looking at his prey. “Even if I’m an asshole, you’ll always come back to me.”

Laughable. “I see how it is. You say you don’t like me but still want me around while you’re dating someone else like the bastard you are. You want me to continue being your late night booty call when you’re—”

You couldn’t finish the sentence as he hushed you with a kiss. A rough, harsh kiss. A kiss where he was breathing you in, savoring the taste of your lips, and leaving you craving for more.

“I... want you,” he said in between kisses, holding your wrists tight. “I don’t have to explain anything else. Just... be around me until I figure this shit out.”

You moved your face away when he leaned in for another kiss. “I deserve more than that, Hajime.”

“I know.” His fingers made their way on your jaw, forcing you to look at his passionate, expressive eyes. “I fucking know.”

You deserved more than to wait around for him to sort his feelings out because you could no longer bear the treatment he was giving you. In the first place, he never really treated you right. If he could go behind his girlfriend’s back and cheat on her like this, what’s stopping him from doing the exact same to you? Perhaps even more.

The fact that he knew what you deserved and he knew he was hurting you made this whole ordeal even more painful. It wasn’t the alcohol making you emotional, it was the sole pain of loving a guy like him.

“I hate you,” you muttered, eyes starting to water as you stared at him. “You’re toxic and you make me feel like shit.”

He raised your chin up and gave you soft peck. “Don’t say that, baby.”

Stop. Stop. He needed to stop messing with you!

“Iwa, let me go,” you hissed. “I don’t wanna play your games anymore.”

His chest heaved up and down heavily. “Just this once. Just one more night,” he bargained. “One more night and you can have the closure you want.”

That was the most ridiculous offer you’ve ever received. One more night for what? Of meaningless sex that he would easily forget the next morning?

“Please, baby,” he begged, fluttering kisses on your neck.

His offer was crazy to even think about.

But what was even crazier was the fact you actually considered it, too.

You thought, what if it was actually a good idea? Just one more night before you finally end this hurtful setup. Just one more night for you to resolve your anger, frustration, and feelings for him.

In this crazy game he played, you knew you lost this round. Again.

You could never win it even if you tried.

You’ve already fallen into his trap way too deep that it was impossible to find an escape from it. The most important part about being in a non-committed relationship was that there were rules you should never break. One of the many was to set some boundaries, the other was to never catch feelings.

You broke both rules.

A loud moan escaped your lips as soon as Iwaizumi took out the finger that he had inside of you for the last few minutes.

Unknown to him, your mind was running somewhere else while you stared at the grey ceiling of his room.

“Baby,” he called for your attention, shifting beside you and urging you to straddle him. “C’mere.”

You obliged and crawled up to sit on top of him. His swollen tip was one inch away from your wet core, ready and desperate to be fucked endlessly.

With his back resting on the headboard, he gripped your hips and slowly sat you on his dick.

The both of you moaned harmoniously at the first thrust because his cock filled you in so perfectly like it was made for him and him alone.

“...So tight,” he growled, hands palming your breasts just when you started moving.

You rocked your hips and met his thrusts with your own movements. He rarely had sex with you in a position where he could see your face so this was—

“Haji—!” you screamed as he jolted his hips to hit your most pleasurable spot.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, pacing faster until you could hear his skin slapping against yours. “I can fuck you every single day.”

You fell limp on top of him, holding onto his shoulders for support while he kept you in place by gripping your ass. He moved in and out of you, his cock stretching your tight pussy, and surprisingly kissed you while doing so.

With your tits pressed against his chest, your moans were restrained when he feasted on the taste of your lips. It seemed that the act of you moaning into his mouth was turning him on because now, he started fucking your brains out.

“Look at my eyes,” he ordered, pulling your hair and looking at the expression on your face. “Don’t think about anything else when I’m inside you.”

“I—I’m... not!” you whimpered at the pleasuring force that his body was giving you.

He smirked, watching you completely disintegrate above him. “Good girl. You’re so good to me,” he praised, kissing you gently. “You’re so beautiful, baby.”

Lies.

But you let his words woo you because both of you weren’t in a completely sober state.

You bounced up and down his shaft, catching up to his pace while his hands kneaded your bust. And in a swift motion, he shifted your position until he was on top of you.

“You like this position, right?” he asked, spreading your legs further so he could press his chest against you. It started with one hard thrust that became slow, careful strokes. “Good?”

You nodded, pulling him for a hug and becoming satisfied at the newfound pleasure.

For the first time through your many sexcapades, Iwaizumi was actually soft and affectionate tonight. His lips were on your neck, trailing kisses and leaving marks on your skin that would become dark bruises in the morning.

“Iwa,” you couldn’t help but moan his name and dig your nails on his back.

Seemingly loving your reaction, he placed his lips above yours and started kissing you just as your lower bodies were moving on their own.

This was weird. So weird.

Was he trying to make love to you?

“Ah, fuck I’m close...” he grunted, pulling away from your lips to whisper on your ear. “Baby, are you still on the pill?”

You bit your lip at the feeling of your walls tightening around his cock. “Y-Yeah.”

“Can I cum inside?” he asked while fondly looking at your eyes.

You nodded because he’d never done it before and you wanted to know what it was like. “Please, daddy.”

At the sound of that last word falling out of your lips, Iwaizumi started thrusting into you at a speed that left you crying under him.

Your loud moans were echoing throughout the four walls of his dormitory as he chased his high.

And very beautifully, you came almost just at the same time as him. Your legs quivered at the feeling of his warm seed coating your walls.

The first thing he anticipated after he pulled out was the gush of white liquid that oozed from the pussy he just destroyed.

You tried to catch your breath while you laid in his bed.

“You prick,” you muttered in a breathy voice.

He let out an adorable chuckle before scooting closer to spoon you in his arms. “That was amazing.”

Your face remained emotionless. “You know what we are, right?” you inquired, returning the exact same question he asked you a few days ago.

“Doesn’t matter as long as we keep doing this,” he answered bluntly, caging you around his muscular arms. “As long as you keep running back to me.”

He was such a fucking jackass. Truly.

Knowing that he was messing around with your feelings and cheating on his girlfriend at the same time—only Iwaizumi could be bold enough to think that this could work.

That you could become his sidechick.

Too bad for him, you could no longer settle for less.

You didn’t get much sleep because you spent all night thinking of the night you just shared with Iwaizumi.

How could he sleep so peacefully knowing that he was wrecking someone’s heart?

It was hard to deny that you loved the guy but you weren’t stupid to keep letting him do what he wanted because exhibit one, when he stirred from his sleep in the middle of the night, he was calling for someone else’s name:

“Lis...” You remembered him saying it in his sleep while he hugged you tight. “Alisa.”

Exhibit two, you saw the flood of messages from their groupchat because his dumbass forgot that you knew the passcode to his phone:

Zach: Iwa, did you sleep with her bro?

Cole: Think he did lol dude’s not replying

Zach: No cap, he won the bet

Yuuji: If I didn’t blackout from the fucking whiskey he would’ve lost the bet man. His chick’s easy as hell

You were tired of this.

You were sick of being toyed around, being labeled as the campus slut just because you were giving yourself to the wrong guy—the same guy that you had feelings for, the same guy who betrayed you.

He, not only stepped on your pride, but also made a complete fool out of you, crushed your heart like it didn’t matter and treated you like a dumb whore.

Iwaizumi was a good player and you were his favorite game.

You were stupid enough to let him trick you again even after telling yourself that you already learned your lesson.

No, because yet again, you had to be slapped by the hardcore reality that Hajime Iwaizumi was a lowlife fuckboy who would never treat you like you deserved.

However, he was right for one thing.

This was the closure you needed.

You didn’t even hear a single apology from him throughout the night, so you shouldn’t expect that this guy would change at all.

Even if he changed his ways and became a better man, it wouldn’t happen overnight and you certainly wouldn’t stay and wait for that to ever happen.

He was a lost cause.

That morning, when you got out of his bed to leave, he had the audacity to hold your wrist and beg for you to “stay.”

“I’m done with you for real,” you coldly replied, snatching your hand back. “Good luck explaining to your girlfriend why you cheated, you fucking asshole.”

It felt good to slam the door on his face.

But it felt awful to be running out of his dormitory looking like a GTA prostitute. At least, those hookers in the videogame had no real feelings to worry about.

You, on the other hand, were tearing up as you walked your way back to your residence hall. Thankfully, it being 6 in the morning, hardly any students were awake on a Saturday morning to see you walking around as a crying mess.

You already knew the lectures you would be hearing from Erica once she sees you and you weren’t in the mood for it.

Right now you were just hurt at everything—at Iwa, at this situation, at your stupidity and all the hurtful things that the guy has done to you.

“Excuse me, do you know where this place is?”

You turned towards the owner of the voice to see a guy with dark-framed glasses and tousled black hair looking at you with an innocent stare. In a brief second, he noticed the expression on your face when you attempted to wipe your eyes, and he was quick enough to apologize.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to—um, are you okay?” he asked.

You nodded once and pointed to the area he was looking for. “Walk straight and turn left,” you guided. “You’ll find that residence hall there.”

He gave a brief smile. “Thanks.”

“No prob,” you replied, throat hoarse and eyes sore. This guy was probably disgusted at how horrid you looked right now but you didn’t care.

You turned back to leave but he spoke again, stopping you from your tracks.

“Um, hey. I’m Keiji, by the way. Some people call me Akaashi,” he said, offering a hand. “I don’t know what you’re sad about but maybe we can go grab some coffee and turn that sad face into a smile next time?”

Oh no, not another fuckboy.

However, the difference was this guy had the decency to actually ask you out nicely. Other than the kind smile on his face, he seemed to genuinely be interested in you and didn’t seem like the type to sleep around.

Besides, you didn’t meet him at a party like Iwaizumi did.

God, even thinking about Hajime was squeezing your heart out. He ruined you enough to have trust issues with any guy you meet.

But then you had to remember, none of these guys would actually get to play with your heart if you knew how to play it better.

From this day forward, Hajime should no longer exist in your life. You have to avoid him at all costs and ghost him if you should. It was only a matter of time until he becomes miserable on his own and it would start today.

“Nice to meet you Keiji,” you said with an appreciative smile, shaking his hand. “I would love to grab some coffee with you next time.”

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pov: he’s a player and you’re his favorite game.

↳ iwaizumi hajime/reader

summary. where one hookup with Hajime Iwaizumi turned into many nights of casual sex—all is good until you started catching feelings and he wanted no strings to ever be attached.

genre. angst, smut, fwb, college au, 18+

cw. alcohol/smoking, reference to drugs, profanity, degradation, explicit sexual content (aka casual fucking with irvine!iwa)

notes. this one hit home lol and i need to feed my iwa brainrot atm so,, enjoy ;) he’s a complete jerk in this tho

masterlist -> next

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The frat basement was more packed than usual that night.

It was strange because finals were coming up and yet all of these college students were spending their Friday night getting wasted, partying all night, only to find themselves waking up in someone else’s dorm the next morning.

The latter actually applied to you more than the others because you wouldn’t have bothered getting all dressed up to turn up at this party if not for Hajime Iwaizumi from UCI Bio-Sci who often went here on a Friday night. You just didn’t want to miss the chance of seeing him again.

No, you weren’t his girlfriend. You were just a girl he shared many nights with, although both of you were kind of exclusive without the label, mainly because he hated putting labels.

The first time you’ve met him was almost a year ago when a mutual friend introduced him to you and you just somehow clicked from there. At first, he flirted with you on the low until the simple hi’s and hello’s became consistent texts and late night calls. You already knew him prior to that party because he was quite famous around the campus for being one of the ‘hotties’ that girls would often gush about. And because of his reputation in the campus, you almost couldn’t believe that you were the girl that caught his attention out of the many.

But after months of constant texting, you noticed the decline of attention that he was giving to you as of late. You still hungout with him from time to time when he was lonely and he would ask you to come over to ‘watch movies’ (you know what he really meant) or there were days where he would simply go straight to the point and tell you he wanted to hookup.

Well...

For an insight, the first night and how this all started was when he brought you to his dorm after a party and his roommate wasn’t around. You ended up losing it to him because you wanted to know how sex really felt like and you no longer wanted to be that one innocent virgin in college. Your friends told you it felt amazing if you did it with the right person, but college being college, it didn’t really matter if someone was your boyfriend or not. You could have sex with any guy you want in college. Hookup culture was a thing and relationships weren’t so much.

However, if you wanted him and he wanted you, why couldn’t you just be together? Why not be that cute campus couple who went around holding each other’s hands while being the center of all the single people’s jealousy?

Losing your virginity to Hajime was already one step closer to that relationship you wanted, but how come nothing really progressed between you two after sharing many nights together? And by progress, you meant actual feelings and not just constant fucking.

“Looking for someone?” your friend asked, finding humor at the sight of you looking around the crowded place.

How could you even begin to describe college parties? Aside from the deafeningly loud music, there were red cups everywhere and people were grinding on each other like they didn’t have final exams to worry about. Turn to your right and you’d see a couple making out, turn to your left and you’d see a freshman doing a kegstand, turn to your back and you’d see people taking pot.

Welcome to college.

The place itself was pretty dark even with the purple neon lights on, so you could hardly see who’s who because there were just too many faces to look at. With each grinding body bodies, each smiling faces, each silhouette—only one person mattered to you.

“No,” you shortly denied, pretentiously sipping on a red cup and relaxing your back on the kitchen counter. Was it that obvious? You checked your phone just in case Iwaizumi texted you but you had no single notification from him at all.

Your friend, Erica, let out a playful snicker at how restless you were becoming. “Yeah, you’re obviously waiting for someone. Is it Iwa?”

You took another gulp of the vodka mix before answering, “I mean, it won’t be bad to see him, too.”

Right. You were just trying make an excuse to save face. Yes, you were waiting for Iwaizumi and the guy hasn’t even bothered to text you all day. In fact, the last time he responded was 3 days ago when he told you that he was busy working out at the gym and he didn’t even try to contact you further after that.

Let’s say he was probably really busy but come on.

You cocked your head to the side to distract yourself and saw a bunch of shirtless guys playing beer pong and spilling drinks all over. Gross. “They’re wasted as fuck.”

Erica sneered while taking a drag on her cigarette. “Wanna do molly? I can get us each from Sam.”

The smoke from her blunt made your nostrils flare before you quickly shook your head. “I can’t tonight.”

“Lame,” she replied, peering behind you before nudging your rib. “Oh, he’s here!”

It was embarrassing how fast you turned around to find him. You even tried to squint your eyes until you saw Iwaizumi squeezing his way through the crowd and Jesus, he was looking even more fit and gorgeous than the last time you saw him. He came in just in time when m.A.A.d city was booming through the speakers as he made his entrance with a smirk on his lips and a half-buttoned shirt that accentuated his toned chest. God.

Of course, you didn’t miss the stares he received from the thirsty college girls that he passed by—their eyes followed him around as if he was some sort of a celebrity that they could try and coax into sleeping with. You could tell their knees went weak when he licked his lips and ran his fingers through his cropped raven hair. Iwaizumi oozed of frat boy swagger that took every girl’s attention in this godforsaken frat house.

His eyes soon found yours and the two of you locked in on a distant gaze, with him briefly nodding his head to acknowledge you, before his friend called him over and completely took his attention away.

In a snap, he was gone from your line of sight.

“Did he see you?” Erica asked, snapping you out of your unbreakable stare.

Annoyed and a little disappointed, you sighed and turned back around. Honestly, you were kind of hurt at how he didn’t even bother to go to you after you stupidly waited for him all night. It has been 3 days, did he not miss you?

You were visibly upset but you knew not to show it to your friend. “Yeah, he did but he’s probably off to hangout with his friends for a while,” you said it like you were the most understanding girlfriend in the world.

Erica then gave you a questioning look that screamed ‘so, what are you still doing here?’, encouraging you to follow Iwaizumi.

“You’re totally in love with him,” she pointed out, raising her brows up and down.

“I’m not.”

“Girl, go to your man and set up your dick appointment!”

At least, her words made you chuckle and allowed you to relax your rigid stance. “Nah, he’ll come around when he’s drunk.”

Plus, you couldn’t really say that he was your man because he wasn’t. You weren’t dating him and you weren’t sure if he’d like it if you went around and told everyone that you two had a thing, especially not with all these hot girls ready to spread their legs for him in a heartbeat. Hajime would not want you to be acting like his girlfriend.

Besides, you didn’t want to ruin your night waiting hopeless for him so instead, you pulled Erica through the crowd and enjoyed the night on your own. “Let’s get fucking wasted.”

Around 1AM, the place was still lit and the night was still young.

You ended up taking no-chaser shots after seeing a few of your friends by the pool area where they challenged you to chug the liquor straight. By this point, it was safe to say that you were already drunk as hell.

And what does being intoxicated make you?

It gave you hell of a confidence to sway your hips on top of a table without caring about anything else. You could hear hoots of encouragement from your friends and the other strangers who watched your drunken self dancing provocatively to No Hands. You sexily got down and back up with your hips moving from side to side. This is so fun, you drunkenly thought. So fun.

You took a long drag from the cigarette and a sip from the red cup as you rocked your body to the beat. Maybe tomorrow you’d end up with a headache while whining about how embarrassing this was, but for now, you didn’t give a damn. You were having the night of your life.

None of it mattered until your body was being pulled down and you realized that Iwaizumi had carried you off the table with a furious expression painted on his beautiful sun-kissed face. Even in your drunken state, you could feel your heart fluttering at his mere presence.

“Hey,” you slurred and stumbled on your feet as he put you down in a less crowded part of the area.

“Are you a fucking stripper?!” His brows were furrowed in annoyance but how come you only found it extremely hot?

You ended up giggling before placing the cigarette between your lips. “Did you enjoy my show, then—”

Surprisingly, he snatched the cigarette off of you and threw it to the side with his growing temper coming out. “Don’t fuck around.”

“Daddy, chill,” you teased and laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing a quick peck on his kissable lips. All the bitterness you felt earlier just flew out the window now that he was here with you. “Weren’t you too busy to pay attention to me?”

“Shut up.”

You gave him a flirtatious wink. “Make me.”

Iwaizumi sighed in exasperation and ran his fingers through his hair, later noticing your outfit. “What the hell are you even wearing?”

“Huh,” you huffed, pulling the hem of your low-waisted jeans. “I look hot, what do you mean?”

“No, you’re dressed like a fucking hooker.”

“Fuck you.”

He exhaled, calming himself down before he placed a hand on your waist while tracing your halter on the other. His thumb nearly brushed your side boob as he caressed your curve like he was dying to hold you close. All the while, he was leaning on your ear to whisper, “But you look fuckable in that top.”

First of all, holy shit.

The way his voice turned an octave deeper and his pupils turned darker just made you tingle on the inside.

Yes, yes he could made you weak even through simple things like that. You had no idea why he had this much effect on you, but he was the only guy who managed to make you feel this way. It was hard to believe that this man had you wrapped around his fingers.

And being drunk as you already were, you suddenly thought: wouldn’t it be fun to tease him a little?

“Fuckable, huh.” You played with his unbuttoned collar with a playful grin. “That’s the same thing Connor told me a few minutes ago.”

You weren’t exactly lying. Connor, one of his closest friends, did compliment your outfit and told you that you looked pretty tonight. He didn’t say the word fuckable but the way checked you out reflected his dirty thoughts.

“No, he didn’t.” Iwaizumi’s glare turned sharper.

“Yes, he did.”

He kept a straight face, pulling you closer—way too close that you could smell his signature ‘wood sage and sea salt’ scent. And you know what? You wanted this. You hoped to God all the girls were seeing this. You, him, bodies entwined, lips close to each other.

“If you like him that much, why don’t you go to him?” His breath smelled of alcohol and lime as he spoke.

“I don’t want him, I want you,” you insisted, batting your eyelashes before trailing sexy open-mouthed kisses on his jaw.

His lips lifted into a satisfied smirk just as his hand sneaked down to squeeze your ass.

“You’re such a slut for me,” he spoke in a low voice, pressing his lips against your ear. “I’ll show you exactly what Connor can’t do to you.”

Lesson learned: you never should have riled Iwaizumi to begin with.

Because now, he was fucking you to hell and back like you’ve never had before. You were lucky enough that your roommate wasn’t in your dorm when you two came stumbling inside, otherwise she would have been a total cockblock to this hardcore sex that awaited you.

Iwaizumi gripped your waist tighter until his nails were almost leaving crescent marks on your cold yet sweaty skin. You could never admit it, but him being rough was achingly good.

“H-Hajime,” you whimpered, feeling his hard thrusts getting rougher each second until his cock stretched your tight walls. You no longer had any control to the screams that were coming out of your mouth as he pounded on you from behind. Your hands, barely gripping the headboard and your legs, quivering at the mixture of pain and pleasure that he was giving you.

“You’re such a fucking whore, right?” he hissed, pulling your hair before pushing you forward against the mattress. He shifted his weight above your back when you fell on your stomach while crying for his name. “I’ll treat you like one.”

Another loud moan escaped your lips when his throbbing cock hit you at the perfect spot. Your entire body was on fire with the way he was moving his hips to meet your desperate ones, filling you with every inch of him that it was impossible to stop yourself from screaming out his name.

“Ah—ahh, Haji—me!” you whined, gripping the sheets with your chest pressed against the cushion and your hair still on Iwaizumi’s tight grip. You didn’t think he could penetrate you deeper than he already had before.

Even more, the alcohol in your system was making you lightheaded on top of the amazing sex you were having. You were in complete spirals. The sensation ignited your body so you could disintegrate into flames with his burning desire.

Thank fuck you actually went to that party because you didn’t want to spend a boring night alone in your dorm. You knew that you’d always choose spending time with Iwaizumi any time of the day. Heck, you’d even choose being fucked like this as long as it was with him.

Except, you hoped that he could be softer and more affectionate to you.

You wanted him to look at your eyes and kiss you while he made love with you.

There was a huge difference between fucking and making love, and the sad thing was, you’ve never really experienced the latter with Iwaizumi.

Sure, he was sweet during the first few months of this whole friends with benefits thing, but lately he was placing a safe distance between you two, not knowing that you were only becoming more attached to him.

Sometimes, you wished you could tell him that you wanted to go on dates, too. Sometimes, you wanted to just cuddle all night and talk about random things that interested you. Sometimes, you wanted to show him off and hold his hand in public. You wanted him to actually get to know you better instead of just sending you dirty texts and dick pics here and there. You wanted him to genuinely look at you in the eyes and tell you he loved you.

The only reason that this whole fuck buddy setup was dragged on for too long was because it was the only way you could get closer to him. You hate to admit it but Iwaizumi didn’t seem that interested with you aside from having meaningless sex.

Frankly, it hurt.

You knew from day one that it was risky and dangerous to be in love with him, but it was just impossible not to. Iwaizumi was a perfectly lovable guy—he was your ideal guy and you wanted no one else but him.

“F-Fuck,” he cussed, pacing faster inside your cunt with the bed creaks getting louder and louder. “This pussy’s so fucking tight, you’re gonna make me cum.”

You screamed and bit your lip, feeling sore from the friction from your tight hole and his hardened cock. You could hear squelching noises with each rough thrust and felt a growing sensation in you that signaled your incoming orgasm.

Like you, he was reaching his own orgasm, because in an instant, he pulled himself out of your core and very swiftly made you sit on your knees while he pumped himself on your face. “Agh, shit. You look beautiful,” a guttural moan leaving his lips as he looked down at you with a predatory gaze.

Fuck. He was so hot like this.

You wrapped your shaky hand around his shaft and did the job for him, performing a fast but rhythmic stroke that satisfied his needs.

“Put it in your mouth,” he ordered, pulling your hair into a ponytail.

You did as told because you were such a good girl for him. You always were. You wanted to please him so he could praise you like he always did—were you really this in love? Or was this all just lust?

With your tongue pressing flat on his throbbing tip, you watched him throw his head back as his member slowly disappeared in your mouth. You started nice and slow, allowing your hand to help build his orgasm the way he badly asked for. There was a hint of saltiness to his taste which you’ve already grown familiar with. “Fuck yeah, that’s so good,” he breathed out, gazing at you lecherously. You released a hum while his cock slid in and out of your mouth and you used you fist to jerk off the upper half of his length.

You were doing the most when you sucked his dick, even hollowing your cheeks, and swirling your tongue around his veiny shaft. When he couldn’t hold it any longer, he grabbed your head with both hands—now thrusting his manhood against the walls of your warm mouth to chase his climax. You let out a gag when he hit the back of your throat before he made you take all of him in again.

“Good girl,” he muttered, chuckling darkly. It took him one last thrust until you tasted his thick, hot cum that were sent straight through the back of your throat.

You swallowed hard, chest rising and falling even until he pulled out of you and there was a string of cum connecting his dick to your mouth to show just how much semen he ejaculated for you to swallow.

That very image drove him crazy. If only he still had the energy, he would have gotten hard at the mere sight of it.

You ran your thumb across your lip to collect the excess jizz that he released and you swallowed it all, not allowing each drop to go to waste because every bit of Hajime was special to you.

He collapsed to your side as he panted—heavy breaths echoing and reverberating inside the room. You followed him soon after and lay on your back next to him.

“I’m so tired,” he exhaled, heavily, “so tired and drunk.”

You smiled and pulled the covers to your bare chest. “Me, too.” You tried to pull his arm to make him move closer to you. “Stay for the night, please?”

Iwaizumi hesitated because he didn’t really stay the night with you that much. He did stay before, however on very rare occasions. If he was nearly passing out from the many rounds of sex that you had, that was the only time he would stay.

He also didn’t like cuddling. He used to like it when you first started, but recently he wasn’t into it anymore. You didn’t know why there was a change of heart or perhaps you were just overthinking this whole thing.

“Fine,” he mumbled, scooting closer and pulling you into his chest.

You giddily wrapped an arm around him and pressed a light kiss on his lips. You could never get tired of his scent and his warmth. “I missed you so much, baby.”

He didn’t respond. He only gently rubbed his hand on your back while your fingers traced his collarbone.

“Is everything okay?” you asked, peering at him with your sleepy eyes.

“Yeah.” He nodded once and kissed your forehead. “I was just busy.”

He probably really was. You’ve had papers to finish on your own and you could only imagine how stressful it was with him. To be honest, you were already lucky to even have this night with him during the busiest time of the month. In Erica’s words, ‘go set up and a dick appointment with your man’ as if knowing that he was hard to get ahold of.

“Go to sleep,” he ordered, patting your back. “Night.”

You relaxed in his arms and held him tight hoping that tomorrow, you’d wake up to still find him by your side. “Good night. I love you.”

Soon as the sun rose from the sky, you woke up from the blaring noise of your alarm going off at 7 in the morning. Iwaizumi stirred from his sleep as you reached for your phone with a deep groan to stop the alarm. Yawning, you stretched your arms and kissed his cheek.

“Morning,” you greeted with a smile.

“What time’s...it?” he asked in his raspy morning voice.

You caressed his cheek and traced the bridge of his nose. “It’s seven.”

As if on cue, his eyes shot wide open in realization and the next thing you knew, he was already rushing out of your bed while briskly putting his clothes on. “Shit! I have an early morning class.”

“On a Saturday?” you inquired, pulling the sheets to your chest with a pout. You were hoping to cuddle with him more. “That sucks.”

“I know,” he said as he sat on your bed so he could put his shoes on. For a moment, he fell silent and you wondered what was going on in his mind but he already spoke his thoughts for you, “Hey, we’re good, right?”

Huh?

“Yeah,” you answered, uncertain with what he meant.

He ended up taking a deep breath before he avoided your gaze. “You know what we are, right?”

Oh.

You swallowed. “...Yeah.”

“Good,” he said, his back still coldly turned to you. “I just don’t want you to be weird about it ‘cause I don’t really know if I like you that much when I’m sober.”

Wow. Just wow, you were speechless.

Out of all the countless nights that you willingly gave him, out of all the times you wasted with him instead of being with your friends, out of all the feelings you’ve harbored for him hoping that this relationship would develop into something more serious—in the end, he still didn’t want to take you seriously.

In the end, you were just another option for him that he could throw away anytime he wanted.

“You’re an asshole,” you spoke through gritted teeth.

He got up from your bed and looked at you momentarily. “Not my fault you deluded yourself into thinking we’re dating.”

“Fuck you!” you snapped. “You took my virginity and used me!”

He frowned unapologetically. “You’re the one who keeps throwing yourself at me like a whore!”

You gasped in utter shock with his words that stung your heart in the most painful way possible. “Get the fuck out of my sight,” you hissed, tears pricking at your eyes.

As soon as he realized how harsh his words were, he quickly shifted into an apologetic stance—his guilt started knocking into his conscience the moment he saw you cry.

“Baby, I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it—”

“No, you fucking meant it!” you exclaimed, glaring at him intensely. “You can’t take back what you said. You meant every word!”

He closed his eyes in remorse and wiped the tears off your cheek. “I’m really sorry. I can’t—I gotta go right now. Let’s have this talk in another time,” he said as he took a step back.

“Just go,” you muttered, turning your face away and drowning from the ache on your chest.

You expected that he would stay, apologize, and kiss the pain away. You expected that he would insist that his words bore no meaning and that he actually did like you.

You only wanted to be an important person to him the same way he was to you.

But expectations could kill.

Because when you heard the door closing, you knew he chose to leave you with a broken heart instead of fixing every piece of it.

You spent that Saturday morning weeping it all out after Iwaizumi had left you alone. You felt pathetic at the fact that you were crying over someone who didn’t even give a single shit about you.

Truly, how ridiculous was it that you let him step on your pride like that?

You should have already known that this was going to happen because if you weren’t so blinded with your feelings for him, you’d have realized that he never, not once, treated you right.

In his eyes, you were just a whore.

He simply saw you as another girl he could play around with whenever his body called for it. He probably thought of you as an easy girl, and whether you liked it or not, he could never take you seriously because you were a fool for falling into his trap.

Now it made complete sense—how he stopped chasing you when he knew you’d easily give it to him, how he would retreat into his safe space when he felt that you were getting attached, and how he never publicly acknowledged you as ‘his girl’.

You knew all of it. You just turned a blind eye on it because you thought you could be wrong. You agreed to be in this friends with benefits situation without realizing the repercussions.

When he said he’d talk to you about it at another time, that was another big fat lie.

Nearly a week has passed and he never even bothered to contact you. He didn’t even bother seeing you or meeting with you in person.

You didn’t see him around campus either and you had no idea if he was busy with finals but goddamn, you deserved a fucking apology—a sincere one—for playing with your heart.

Why was he putting the blame on you at all?

No matter how gorgeous or hot he was, you could never look at him the same way and still be attracted to him knowing that he was capable of ruining a girl’s heart like he did to you.

Not one text.

Not one call.

Not one knock on the door to tell you he was sorry.

You grew tired and eventually decided to focus on your final exams that were coming up next week. However, you were incredibly pissed that he was still lingering in your head even when you tried to forget about him.

Erica has noticed this when she saw the look on your face when you two walked outside of the building.

“Everything okay?” she asked in slight worry.

You tightened your hold on the folder like you were going to crush it. “I’m fine.”

“You are not. Have you talked to Iwa?” She assessed your emotions, whether or not you were angry or sad. It was both.

“We have nothing to talk about,” you lied.

She gave you a look of pity and a comforting rub on the shoulder. “He’s just a fuckboy. You never should’ve fallen in love.”

“I know.” Pursing your lips together, you took a deep breath. “I mistook his actions.”

Speak of the devil, Iwaizumi came into view from a reasonable distance across the campus square.

He wasn’t alone.

He was holding a girl’s hand—smiling, kissing her on the cheek, and treating her with utmost respect.

So that was why he just fucking ghosted you.

At that moment, you preferred a real stab to the heart than to see him with your own eyes.

You watched him from afar as he acted so gentle and caring to the girl and it made you wonder why you never received that kind of treatment despite giving everything to him.

Despite offering all that you had to him.

What did you even do wrong for him to treat you this way?

“Who the hell is that?” Erica spat, sending the couple a dirty look. “Do you want me to confront him? Because I will—”

“It’s fine, Erica,” you cut her off before she could finish and gave her a reassuring smile. That was all that you could muster right now. “I never wanna talk to him again.”

“What’s up, chicas?”

The two of you shortly turned to the owner of the voice and saw Connor walking closer.

“Connor, come here!” Erica grabbed the blond boy’s arm and pulled him to point towards Iwaizumi. “Who’s that girl?”

Connor blinked in realization and looked at you hesitantly. He obviously knew something but didn’t want to hurt your feelings.

So you urged him to just spill it, “You can say it.”

“That’s Alisa, his new girl,” Connor confirmed while also sending you a sympathetic gaze. “They’ve been talking for a month now and they kinda just got together this week. He’s been pining for her long before that, though.”

You laughed. You sure as hell laughed at how ridiculous this was.

“What a jerk,” Erica commented. “Dude, seriously, he’s the biggest asshole I know.”

“You deserve better,” Connor told you. “I don’t wanna snitch on my bro but—”

You shook your head, trying to put on a brave front. Although inside, you were already a wreck. “No, I’m glad you said something. Did he say anything else about me?”

“Tell her everything, Connor,” Erica ordered, sending wary looks towards the tall guy.

He scratched the back of his head looking like he was deciding if he should tell you or not, but fuck it, you deserved to know, “All I know is he bragged about taking your virginity with the guys and, uh, said you were clingy, obsessive and that he’s only in it ‘cause you were an easy fuck.”

You froze from where you stood, unable to process what he just said.

Only one thing was on your mind.

One thing, and that was to end this pathetic infatuation you had for him and completely cut him off from your life. You learned your lesson the hard way and you should know that you were worth more than being his plaything.

The problem was, no matter how hard you try to please him, he would never change. A fuckboy like him did not deserve any bit of your attention and someday soon, he’d realize what he lost. He might regret it, or he might not even feel the tiniest bit of guilt at all. For now, this was your cue to stay out of his cruel games and focus on what you deserve.

You hardly noticed that Iwaizumi was heading towards your way with a worried look on his face. He knew what Connor said to you and he knew that he broke your heart into pieces.

But you chose to leave and never look back even after he called for your name knowing that from now on, he was nobody to you.

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THEY GET TEASED WITH SOMEONE ELSE [2]

kuroo's part

character/s: suna rintaro x gn reader

genre/s: angst if u squint to fluff

warning/s: none

gwen's notes 🤍: i keep making these things longer than i intend but oh well

MASTERLIST | TAGLIST

being the manager of inarizaki boys’ vbc has been all but boring. you had originally intended to manage the girls’ team for much needed extra credit and being pulled out of school hours for club duties, but the posts were full and the boys’ team were apparently short staffed. as if you couldn’t imagine why. they might as well put in “baby sitting” in the job description.

inarizaki was a force to be reckoned with–the force mainly from the twins chaos and the mischievous instigator, suna. kita did an outstanding job at managing them but he could only do so much between his student and captain and personal duties, so when you arrived they were left to your care.

as if that was a good idea.

in between atsumu being swarmed by fangirls at every single chance they get, getting caught in the crossfire of balls being thrown across the court by the twins, breaking up their stupid cat fights and getting smacked in the process, falling victim to suna’s compilation of embarrassing photos, staying behind late at the gym to clean up the extra mess they’ve made, you were always caught in the middle of it all.

you hadn’t minded the weird turn of events though as you gained three unlikely best friends, well two and a half because suna was honestly on thin ice.

suna and his cool and composed demeanor yet chaotic energy. his tendency to not give a fuck if it does not concern him directly, but you often found him caring about you and the scolding you got because of their mess. suna and his most prized playlists which he sent you at 3 in the morning when you were so, so tired but ultimately couldn’t fall asleep. suna and his pretty emerald eyes which lingered on you too long for you could handle. suna and his goddamn memes without context. suna and–

a light shove finally broke your trance. you tuned out the world as you were having lunch with the boys and didn’t even notice as thoughts of him plagued your mind when he was right there in front of you. you glanced up to see him eyeing you with an eyebrow raised, but he continued to eat wordlessly.

“can i have this,” you grinned, snatching a box of meiji strawberry chocolate, a fat stack sat in the middle of the table that wasn’t there before you got so lost in your thoughts. “where’d this come from? these are my favorite.” you turned to atsumu, popping a few pieces into your mouth.

“finish your food first, idiot,” suna called out, reaching over to snatch the box in your hands, earning him a glare from you.

“did you miss an entire season?” it was osamu’s turn to scold you. “were you that out of it that you didn’t notice a couple girls handing those over?”

“guess so,” you shrugged, turning to the blonde twin who was apparently busy gulfing down the rest of his lunch, you grimaced. “who is it this time, tsumu?”

he halted, bringing his eyes up slowly. “they’re not for me,” he mumbled, mouth stuffed. he proceeded to tilt his head in suna’s direction.

"our sunarin is a big boy now," osamu teased, smacking suna's back. you winced but suna smacked osamu right back, this time you laughed.

out of curiosity, you sneaked a peak at suna's reaction to the twins' teasing and to the gesture in general (since you were too busy daydreaming about him that you never noticed it happen).

“shut up, i don’t have time for any of that anyway,” he deadpanned. “relationships are nothing but a chore. all the clinginess and the constant demands,” he shuddered at the thought.

somehow, your heart sunk. selfishly so, it wasn’t your sympathy for the girl who tried to make a move on suna, but for yourself. you wondered if he felt the same way towards your “clinginess and constant demands”—the way you cared and looked after not only him, but the twins too and the rest of the boys. “eat slowly before you choke, dumbasses.”, “rin, change your shirt already you’re all sweaty and you’re gonna catch a cold.”, “you barely drank any water, finish the whole thing!”, “stop fucking fighting before i tell kita! rin- help me you idiot!”, “tsumu learn how to rest before i smash your kneecaps and put you to rest myself. and you need to take practice a bit more seriously.”, “you still need good grades if you wanna keep playing, i’ll help you study. that’s non negotiable.”

the sun had begin to set as you walked out of the gym with the twins, stretching your arms tiredly.

“where’s rin?” you asked, glancing around.

atsumu grinned, arms behind his head. “he went to talk to the strawberry chocolate girl.”

“he probably likes her too, or at least finds her attractive,” osamu commented as he paced backwards so he could face you and his twin.

“right! he was so defensive at lunch,” atsumu cackled. “he was just shy,” he cooed in a high-pitched voice, batting his eyelashes and clasping his hands together to make a show of a lovestruck girl. you rolled your eyes as osamu joined him, pretending to fawn and over their other friend.

“oh, there they are,” osamu announced, coming to a sudden halt causing you to bump into him. your eyes trailed where he pointed. suna’s back was turned to you, but you could make out of the girl’s pretty features and blushing expression. despite how suna made it seem like he was strongly against the idea of dating, their conversation seemed to show otherwise. the girl wasn’t in tears nor did she have a pained expression, not even apathy in her features. she was… flattered, smiling—giggling even. and suna wasn’t closed off. he didn’t shy away and didn’t seem like that was the last place he would have wanted to be.

atsumu hauled you away, talking about giving them a bit of privacy which was rich coming from him. the image had already ingrained in your mind and it wasn’t until you were alone in your room did you finally feel something. you felt as if your heart was doing multiple somersaults into the pit of your stomach. knowing suna, he was probably in denial and being defensive, mostly because the same two people who suggested that in the first place.

days have passed and you were still unable to shake suna’s words off. you often found yourself holding back from scolding and nagging him like you used to, like you still do with the twins, afraid that he found you overbearing and annoying which was the last thing you wanted. as cool and laidback suna was, he was still incredibly intimidating. knowing he would never reciprocate your feelings was one thing, but you didn’t want him to be repulsed by you even if you were only doing things out of care.

suna found himself causing you more trouble than usual, doing things he knew you hated so you could scold him, smack his arm, and chase him around the empty gym as he provoked you, but you never did. today he was particularly determined to get a reaction out of you.

it was early in the morning, the groupchat the four of you shared was blaring with notifications already but suna decided to put his phone on silent, waiting for you to spam him messages and missed calls in case he had slept in again. as much as you wanted to do just that, you kept to the gc.

rin’s not replying or reading the gc.

atsumu started flooding his phone instead. he decided to doze off in class next to you. surely, you would smack him awake, right? wrong, he woke up with scribbles and doodles on his hands and his hair tied up with hellokitty clips. he only glared at the twins, but said nothing. at lunch, he only ate about three chuppet ice pops—where exactly he got them from you weren’t sure. but you wouldn’t let him eat ice pops for lunch right? he was almost excited to see you narrowing your eyes at him, but you only muttered “gross” under your breath, to his disappointment.

the whistle rang through the gym, signaling a break. you handed each of the boys their water bottle and made your way to where your three friends were sat. atsumu lifted his shirt. you reached for his towel and wiped the sweat off his back. suna’s eyes widened in the slightest and looked away, lips pursed in annoyance. he couldn’t keep his stare away for too long though, not when you were wrestling him to the ground, laughing and generally messing around.

without thinking, suna pushed himself off the floor, wraped an arm around your waist and basically plucked you off of atsumu. the four of you stared at each other in surprise. it was unbearably quiet and awkward.

“…rin? why are you acting weird?”

he only then freed you from his grasp. “you’re being weird.”

the twins exchanged looks with one another. thankfully practice resumed before it got anymore awkward, if that was even possible.

he tossed the nth box of strawberry chocolates to you which you barely managed to catch as you walked side by side out of the gym. he never seemed to run out of them. you eyed him confused, but he kept his eyes straight ahed with no particular emotion on his pretty face. you remembered the incident early and felt heat creep up your cheeks.

“hey! i want one too,” atsumu yelled after both of you, waving as he ran to catch up.

neither you or the twins mentioned anything about what you saw the other day, and any conversation about the strawberry chocolate girl, as atsumu called her, was quickly shut down by suna.

“rin what would your little girlfriend feel if she knew you were giving her gifts away,” osamu taunted as he seemed to appear out of thin air. unconsciously, your heart clenched out of guilt.

“the hell are you talking about, i don’t have a girlfriend,” suna grumbled before turning to you. “and i buy those. for you.” he placed his hand on your head gently until you saw hints of red on his cheeks. he mustered up a blank expression as he pulled his hand away. you stared up at him dumbfounded. osamu fell silent as he grasped the situation. his brother didn’t get the memo though.

“we weren’t gonna say anything but we definitely saw you being all lovey dovey with the strawberry ch—mfph!” osamu had him in a headlock, his hand over his mouth as he hauled him away muttering a bunch of excuses.

suna raised an eyebrow at you as you kept your eyes glued to the twins, your heart already hammering in your chest. you refused to glance at him though you could feel him staring at you. “so that’s why you’ve been avoiding me,” he mused.

“that doesn’t explain why you’ve been acting weird,” you replied, finally turning to face him with a scowl.

he laughed it off. “i don’t know what exactly you saw but i turned that girl down that day.”

“she seemed a little too happy for someone who just got rejected,” you snarked, looking down at where your hands fidgeted with the box of candy he gave you.

“i might have told her she was pretty or something,” he deadpanned, a hand combing through his parted hair.

you hated the way his words made you feel. “she is,” you mumbled despite the dull pain in your chest.

“she’s not my type though. so you can stop avoiding me now.”

“that’s not why i was avoiding you.” you looked up at him through your lashes, carefully trying to find the right words to say. “i didn’t want to be clingy or annoying, even though we’re just friends.”

realization dawned on him, thinking back to what he said before. “i don’t… i don’t think you’re annoying.” his hand moved on its own to cup your cheek which startled both of you.

“but you said-”

“i know what i said and i mean it. but i never thought of you like that. i just saw it as you being caring.”

your breath caught in your throat. you could only softly gaze at him, eyes glossed over and a smile aching to show on your lips.

“so if it’s not much to ask i want you to keep nagging me, preferably more than you nag the twins. preferably not just as a friend.” his voice was barely above a whisper.

your face broke into the brightest he’d ever seen you smile before you jumped to wrap your arms around his neck. chuckling, he swiftly wrapped his arms around your waist and spun you around, burying his face in the crook of your neck and gently set you down.

“what the fuck just happened,” atsumu’s head popped from behind a wall nearby followed by osamu.

“i told you so, you owe me five onigiris now.”

you untangled yourself from suna to shoot them a glare. he reached over to grab your hand and place a chaste kiss before you walked over to the twins and start heading home.

“you did not just place a bet on my love life you idiots!”

“it was samu’s idea!”

“only because i knew for a fact in that moment, i was gonna win.”

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INUMAKI TOGE || PRETTY

| featuring : inumaki toge from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors, but other than that n/a

| form : imagine

| word count : 1282

| published : 29 december

| request : hi! i would like to order an imagine for inumaki where he says a non onigiri related sentence to the reader for the first time :D ah but you can also skip this if youd like because i think i remember you saying that inumaki was a hard character! i hope u have an amazing day/night <3

| barista’s notes : i hate you all…you didn’t tell me that episode 120 of Black Clover was this emotional…guys it made me cry ffs….i hate you all ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ but what i wanted to say was that this imagines curse technique was inspired but Bleach (my favourite anime of all time) and their use of Kido - which is kind of like spells they use during battle - and the name and number is the same as in the anime and this was because i was watching a fight scene from bleach once again while writing this ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ other than that, i hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and you’re welcome to come again anytime soon!

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chapter nine: stay

pairing: Tojixf!reader, ft Naoya

genre: angst, 18+, NSFW, age gap, cheating, a teaspoon of fluff

summary: In the jujutsu world, they hate to see a woman thrive. They’d do anything to tie her down to marriage to make her incapable of succeeding. So when the Zen’in clan see a woman associated with their rival clan, the Gojo’s, have a successful young  jujutsu sorcerer capable of creating change in their wicked society, they try to break her down. Unfortunately for the Zen’in’s, their very own stray has his sights set on her.

word count: 6.1k

warnings for this chapter: violence, blood, minor character death, slight smut, grammar errors

a/n: last chapter! i’m not crying u are:(( thank you everyone for reading!!!!! reblogs are appreciated<3 (i’m sorry this was late and there are sooo many errors but i’m too tired to fix them) (art creds@ jj59u on twitter!)

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