lvrgrls-wrld

[lvrgrls-wrld]

idk man, the 3rd chapter ain't doin so well, i might wait next sunday...

[lvrgrls-wrld]

I want someone to like me as much as Tulio likes those damn birds.

[lvrgrls-wrld]

Bliss

WC: 4k

Summary: You spend time with your friends.

Warning: smoking and language

Authors note: This took me a very long time to write I hope you like it !! I'll appreciate the constructive criticism if there's any to offer.

The sound of your phone woke you up. Feeling through the covers, you tried to stop the too loud rapping.

Real ass bitch give a fuck bout a nigga, Big birkin bag, hold five six figures Stripes on my-

You answered the phone, knowing whatever comes from the other line would be foolish. Kiyoko was the only person that had a specialized ringtone but she also was your only roommate, so the phone call was unnecessary.

"Hello?"

"Hey, love! How's your morning?"

"Good enough, I guess. My head kind of hurts"

"I don't know why, the edibles we took weren't even all that."

"Yeah..."

"Well, I was just making sure you were awake, yesterday you said you wanted to do laundry, and it's almost 12 pm."

"Aww Kiyoko, you're so sweet! You remembered my chores for me. Why would I need a boyfriend when I have you."

"The dick"

"Oh... ok"

"Pfft, girl get out the bed, I'm going out with Tanaka. He said he wants to spend time with me since exams are over."

"Ok, I think I'll chill here then."

"Bye, love"

"Bye, stink"

Once the call ended, you fixed your bed and began your chores.

You cleaned your room, the bathroom then washed, folded, and put your clothes away. It took a good 2 hours before you were done, and a shower was needed.

With Kiyoko out the house you could have a long awaited spa day, nothing like relaxing in a newly cleaned house to calm yourself, you might even smoke a little depending on your mood.

You shaved, showered and started a bath. A month ago you were gifted a bath bomb and now was the perfect time to use it. The candles in the bathroom provided a warm glow, which was bright enough to finish reading the book you've started. The speaker was playing just the right song, and the face mask you put on wasn't too cold. Everything was perfect, you sank in the water and nearly moaned at the warmth.

You stayed in the bath until the water turned cold and decided it was time to get out. After straightening the bathroom up, you put on comfy, cozy clothes, and your bed was calling you for a nap.

–        It was 5 when you woke up, and Kiyoko still wasn't home. You got up to get your phone, she probably texted you while you were sleeping. She texted you 5 minutes ago:

Heyy Tanaka said Atsumu's having a smoke sesh at his house get ready please

I just woke up from a nap

She responded instantly,

That's ok  Were 15 minutes away

Ok, can we take a snack stop before we get there?

Yeah

Bett

Typically you're a homebody, and would fight her on going out but you missed the twins, and you find it better to be high with people then without. You got up, and rubbed your eyes. The last time you were at Atsumu's you met a fox-eyed douchebag who ended up being a great listener, and he most likely will be there again tonight. You needed a calm fit, nothing too much, but definitely not too little. You settled on a fitted two-piece tracksuit, after your lashes were on and your hair was in a ponytail, you got your bag ready.

HONK! HONK!

Keys, phone, wallet, lip gloss, and some 'flower', everything on the checklist was checked, and you head out the door.

The look you gave Tanaka when you got outside was deadly, he knew better than to honk in a quiet complex like this. "I told him I was going to text you!" Kiyoko yelled from the passenger seat. "You're not doing any better, yelling at me," you tell her, as you get in the car.

Typing in the location on her phone, she told you "Yeah but, you don't care if I do it," Sadly, she was right Kiyoko couldn't do anything to make you mad.

A gruff voice said, "Hey, my favorite wannabe," You scowled at him through the rear view mirror, "You're just mad cause your girl was in my bed last night." Kiyoko's face turned pink, as Tanaka glanced at her, you leaned back knowing he couldn't top that. Then he leaned down, and whispered something in her ear. He definitely was saying things not meant for you to hear. You gagged.

"ew," you mumbled under your breath, you were happy that they were together but did not want to know what they had going on in bed. The disgust quickly subsided once the car moved forward, the excitement began to set in.

–

It was a 25 minute drive to his house, you and Kiyoko took a detour to get a whole bunch of snacks from the corner store.

You got out of the car and stretched, causing your hoodie to ride up your stomach, showing your belly piercing. The door flew open, and out came Atsumu, a joint behind his ear and a bright smile across his face. He shouted your name and ran to you, Oh god, he's gonna pick me up. And sure enough you were in his arms, "I missed you lil' girl," you laughed into his embrace. "I was just at your party yesterday," he put you down and leaned back. Oh... he's high. "You were?! And you didn't come say hi!" you rolled your eyes, at his dramatic response, "Boy please, you were drunk, talking to everyone at the same time, I couldn't even get to you if I wanted to." His eyebrows scrunched up, and he stuck his bottom lip out, "you didn't even look for me," The pout on his face made you laugh, and that only made it worse.

Before Atsumu could whine any more than he did, Osamu stuck his head out the door, "Hey guys! ATSUMU, FIX YOUR FACE AND LEAVE HER ALONE," you snorted, causing Atsumu to whip his head to you. "You're choosing sides now!?"

Walking towards the front door you responded, "Of course not, I could never choose one of you guys, I love yall too much." Tanaka and Kiyoko stayed in the car for a little longer, he was holding her face and looking her in the eye. You might have just gotten your best friend a dick appointment.

Atsumu puts his arm around your shoulder, then yells at Osamu "She said she loves me more than you!" You brush his comment off, and walk through the front door. Woah. It smelled like the purest form of marijuana, whatever flower you brought couldn't compare to what they were smoking.

Ignoring the group of people in the living room, you made your way in the kitchen where Osamu was making onigiri. "OsAmU," you shrieked. He whipped around, eyes wide as saucers, "I knew you weren't of this world, piss hair must've abducted you without my knowledge." You grinned and gave him a bear hug, "how you doin' omi?" he asked, calling you by your nickname. Omi came from when you first met each other, it was your first time trying onigiri and accidentally mispronounced it for a week straight, you called it 'Omigiri'. The nickname kind of stuck after that.

"I don't know, that hug y're givin' him makes me feel like you have a favorite," Atsumu says from behind you. Turning around you tell him, "Oh please If I gave you as much attention as I give him, your head would get so big, NASA would classify it as a planet." His jaw dropped, but with a smirk on his face, he tugged you into a headlock and tried to ruffle your hair. That is until you got loose and jabbed him in the gut. "Calm down both of yall, cause if something happens where I got a pick a side, I'm not gonna be choosing Atsumu," wrapping your arms around Osamu's neck, you give him a big kiss on the cheek.

"Whatever, just come in the living room once you wanna roll up," Atsumu said pouting. You followed him into the living room where a smoky haze was clouding the room. "I've never seen a living room being hotboxed," you mumbled to yourself. Atsumu smirked, nudging you "and we just started." Once your eyes adjusted you counted seven people, four of them were familiar, the others, faces you've seen in passing. No wonder the smoke was so dense, five people were smoking before you got there.

You took note of the seating arrangement. Kiyoko was sitting on Tanaka's leg, they both were on a recliner, a grocery bag by their feet. But, in front of them sat four people scattered amongst the sofa and the floor, it was just comfortable enough for the four of them. At the furthest end of the room was a lounge chair, similar to the one next to you. Mr. Stranger was sitting in it. He wore a hoodie and baggy jeans, with a small tray next to him. A tray with certain gardening tools.

"You just gonna stand there, or sit down?" a familiar voice asked, his eyes cut through the smoke and landed on you. Atsumu moves to sit down, and you notice how every seat is taken. Wow, you would think there would be more seating considering how many parties are thrown here. Atsumu notices your dilemma, "Well, looks like there's no seating, luckily I got the best seat in the house," he says, patting his lap. Before you could respond, Osamu comes in onigiri in hand, "I told you it was a dumb idea to put the love seat in your room." he scolds, slapping the back of Atsumu's head. As he rubs his head Atsumu complains, "it's called a loveseat for a reason, plus no one ever used it when it was out here." You scrunch your nose, I definitely don't want to sit on it now.

"Come on, let's get the bean bag from my room,"  Osamu begins walking up the steps, "Omi, you can sit in Atsumu's seat," he called over his shoulder.

With that you sat down on the lounge chair as the familiar stranger watched your every move, "you know how to roll up?" he asked. You nodded, staring at him in the eyes.

"You any good at rolling up?" You nodded.

Licking his lips he gestures for you to sit beside him, "C'mere, lemme see how you do it." you purse your lips, thinking over the decision to go sit next to him. "I can't sit next to you, you're on a chair, there's nowhere to sit." You wait for his response, but instead he stands and sits on the arm of the chair. Raising his brow he asks, "better?"

"I don't know, that's gonna get uncomfortable-" before you could finish Tanaka commented "If you don't get over there, the blunt's a nub and it's not gonna go around much longer."

You glance at Kiyoko as she mouthed while shrugging, 'he's hot.' She's not wrong. Huffing, you picked up your purse and made your way to the seat.

When you sat down he reached across from you and gave you all the necessary tools for making a joint. The tray was a little wobbly but you've rolled one under worse conditions. You start grinding the weed, once it was small enough you poured it onto the tray, then sprinkled the weed into the paper. All eyes were on you, as you licked the end, pushed the weed down and sealed it.

Holding it up, you saw that it wasn't your best work, it definitely wasn't bad though. Next thing you know, a lighter was in front of you, "Roller gets first hit," he mumbled.

And that's exactly what you did, you inhaled the smoke into your mouth and passed the joint, then inhaled it again, it felt smooth as it filled your lungs. It felt perfect, it was damn near the best weed you've ever smoked, no it was the best weed you've ever smoked, and you smoked a lot of weed. "Thank you..." you forgot his name, looking up at him you tilted your head.

"You forgot my name?" he questioned, squinting at you.

"No." Fortunately the twins came down, "Hey, Omi rolled one already, oh and she's sitting with Suna, that wasn't expected." Atsumu says, hauling the beanbag down the stairs.

"-its Suna."

"Right," he side eyed you then passed the joint.

Soon, everyone was settled and got into a good rhythm: smoking, passing and the occasional cough. You rolled five good blunts, and saved them for whenever the three that were being passed were gone. The music was playing a mixed playlist on the speakers, and everybody was exchanging stories, the vibe was amazing. That is until Suna nudged your shoulder asking to switch places. You looked up at him, eyes feeling heavier than usual, "I can't roll on the arm of a chair."

He got up, "Trust me Angel, I know what I'm doin'." His voice sounded like honey, sweet and thick. Wait, Angle? You shrugged and stood up, stumbling slightly, "Ok." He sat down in your previous spot, as you tried to get comfortable. Noticing your annoyance, he grabbed your ankles and rested them on the other arm of the chair. You were hovering over his lap, but not quite touching, it was too close to be a casual friend maneuver, but not close enough to be intimate. "Lean on the backrest, if you slide I'll catch you," you listened, and  leaned against the back of the chair then wrapped your arm over the backrest. It wasn't as comfortable as sitting on the chair but it wasn't bad either.

The rotation required another blunt to be rolled, and adjusting your tray you began the stuffing and rolling process. If you thought it was hard before, it definitely was now. Curse you Suna, you clearly did not know what you were doing. You tried to adjust yourself but you slowly slipped and slid down the arms of the chair. Before you fell any further a large hand branded your side preventing you from landing on the floor. Oh. With that you tuned everyone out and hyper fixated on his hand. His large warm hand. You held your breath while rolling the rest of the joints, glancing at suna continuously, as his hand traced your side. No one noticed your crisis besides the man under you, the twinkle in his eye gave him away. This must've been his intention all along.

As time passed you relaxed a little more, it became easier to lean into him to focus on the stories people were telling. But, as the room filled with smoke, it became hotter and hotter. It was dumb of you to think a fitted hoodie was the right thing to wear. The clothing stuck to you like a second layer of skin, and Suna's hand on you didn't make it any better. Clearly he thought the same thing the way he was pulling on his hoodie, he tapped your leg, causing you to look at him. His face was flush and his hair was a mess, as if he was constantly running his hands through it. You could devour him.

"Can I take my hoodie off,"

Snapping back into reality you nodded and tried to stand, but he stopped you before you could swing your feet down. "Don't move." he told you. Your inner brat wanted to move just to see his reaction, but thought against it. You barely knew the man and you were practically on his lap, for all you knew he could be plotting your murder. I'll blame it on the weed.

He then began pulling his hoodie over his head, which left a wife beater under it. Sucking in a breath you surveyed every part of his muscles. Unbeknownst to you, he was watching you as you watched him, and loved every second of it. How your eyebrows furrowed, the way you gently bit your lip, and the trail of heat your eyes made on his skin. Without thinking your finger went over the indents of his body, he tensed under you. Then grew comfortable with it, it almost was like he was bathing in your attention.

"What are you doing," flicking your eyes to his face, you forget he was a person. A Living, talking, person, not a porcelain statue.

"You would make such a pretty drawing." Rolling his head back, he groaned, "You're killing me Angel," There was that word again. I'd love to be your guardian angel. Watching you 24/7 doesn't sound too bad. You bit your lip and laughed. It must've been the weed that had you acting so bold. I'm definitely gonna blame it on the high if anything happens.

As your fingers caressed his neck, you waited for his reaction, but none came. I'm gonna get something. Slowly, your hand traveled to the base of his neck, his adam's apple bobbing, then you squeezed.

Something inside of him snapped.

A rumble came from his chest "Fuck it." There we go.

He pulled you down to his lap, and tightened his hands around your stomach. Holding you against him, he stilled your hips, and leaned close. "Is this too much?" gulping you shook your head, "Words, Angel," his nose trailed along your neck. I might have bitten off more than I can chew. You wanted to smoke a little weed, and enjoy being by a beautiful face, that was it. It wasn't your fault for being put in this position, at least that's what you told yourself.

"Its fine," your voice was small, not nearly as bold as you were acting. You looked around hoping the little move didn't raise any eyebrows, and somehow it didn't.

Atsumu and Osamu were arguing about something on their phones, the people on the couch were watching whatever was on TV, which looked like a video without words, but pretty pictures. Kiyoko and Tanaka were in their own world whispering amongst themselves and showing each other their phones. #CoupleGoals.

From the outside you two were the ones not doing anything, you weren't on your phones, weren't watching tv, weren't talking. It looked like you two were sitting there, festering in your own tension.

The smoke stung your eyes and your throat was dry, it was time to take a little break from the smoke and the man holding you. Sure you started it but, finishing it was a completely different ballgame.

"Water," you mumbled tapping his hand. He held you tighter, "Y'all got any water in that bag?" He did the exact opposite of what you wanted him to do, not only did not let you go but he also, gained the attention of your best friend. 

Kiyoko and Tanaka turn looking at you, then each other, then Suna, it was kind of cute if you didn't consider how they were questioning his entire being. "No, but we got snacks for her." Kiyoko said with a raised brow.

You tugged his hand away from you and stood up, "I'll just go in the kitchen to get some water, you need anything?" Licking his lips while looking up at you, he responds, "No, Ma'am."

His gaze lingered on you while you walked, as you turned towards everyone, you ask, "Anybody need anything from the kitchen?" Listening to the requests of everyone you walked into the kitchen.

What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. Internally you were screaming. A man as fine as he is had no business being in your business. Was it a red flag that you both became so close so fast? Yes. But are you looking for a safe, long-term relationship? No. This was a perfect example of doing it for the plot.

You haven't liked someone since high school, all the people you considered since then were nothing more than talking stages. You gave all of them a chance, because you were bored, not because you liked them. You were a firm believer that attraction can be gained later on in a relationship.But, this, whatever you had going on in that living room was something you never experienced before. And the lines were a little blurry on whether you both wanted to pursue more. Fuck. More? You were fine with how things were going, a relationship is too much right now anyways.

I'm probably thinking too hard. You definitely were.

Going over to the fridge you grab a couple of water bottles, and chug half of one. Before you go out there you need your voice, and a little cool down. Straightening your posture and taking a deep breath, you walked into the living room.

Not even a full step out the kitchen, and you already felt his eyes on you. Joints weren't being passed anymore, but everyone was still in their seats talking amongst themselves. You bit your lip debating if you should get back in his seat or find another. Before you could decide someone tugged on your pant leg. "Omi, you gettin' real close to Rin over there," Osamu said, staring up at you from the bean bag."

"Yeah, when did you two get so close?" Atsumu chimes in. Glancing at Suna, then back to you. You gulped, not wanting to feed into any misconceptions regarding you both, "We met each other during your party, and just went from there."

They looked at each other then back at you,"I'm no fool when it comes to dating and whatnot, but you don't think you're moving' a lil' too fast," Atsumu questioned, scratching his head.

You shrugged, "It's not like I'm looking for a relationship, I'm pretty sure he's not looking for anything either."

"Ok, if that's what you want then." Samu said, sighing.

Once all the water was passed out, you walked towards Kiyoko, wanting the snacks you bought. She didn't even say anything to you, just eyed you. Uh oh. That could only mean one thing, she's going to want a full debrief once you both get home.

Then you turn towards your 'seat'.

Final Boss. The voice rang in your head. It was kind of scary how much his presence was affecting you. He sat there manspreading, watching you with a quirked eyebrow. I need to pull up my bad bitch britches because he knows exactly what he was doing. You put your feelings aside and walked towards him, trying to regain your previous confidence. Then stood there, in between his legs, staring at him. He tilted his head, "Are you going to ... sit down?"

Licking your lips, you nodded, and proceeded to sit... on the arm of the chair. He hummed beside you, and wrapped his arm around your waist. "Why are you so ... physical?" The question slipped out before you can think about it.

"Because, you let me," he said, tracing his thumb along the seams of your pants. "When did I say you could?" you question.

His hand halts.

Then drops his hand from you, and moves his arm from around you. "You didn't." glancing at his face, you notice his furrowed brows. You hum as if lost in thought. At least he realizes his fault.

 "You did say it was ok when I first touched you though,"  he adds. 

Smiling you nodded, "only after you touched me without my permission. "

He mumbles leaning back, "Sorry, I didn't realize I didn't ask." His response was cute. The uncertainty caused your confidence to build. The roles were now reversed. You run your fingers through his hair. "You're fine, you can touch me, I don't mind," sliding onto his lap, you used his words against him, "Is this too much?"

He gulps, and shakes his head no. "Words, Rin." You smirk, and gently move his head so he's facing you. His nostrils flare, and his jaw clenches, "No." Slowly he slides his arms back around you and rubs his hands, along your spine. "When'd you get so bold?" he murmurs, eyes moving across your face.

"Just needed some water," you told him, playing with the string on your pants.

"I like when you're thirsty," he laughs. You laugh with him, and continue playing in his hair. "I have a question," he waits, "and answer honestly." You nod, gesturing for him to continue.

 "Tuesday, Atsumu is hosting a party but at one of the frats' houses, would you be open to going?" looking at you, he holds his breath. Mulling over the idea, you wait, until you see him shift in the seat.

"Sure."

He smiles. "Can I get your number then?"

See you next Sunday <3

[lvrgrls-wrld]

Ms Kiyoko

So as I'm writing I'm realizing that Kiyoko is not acting like how she would in the anime. I really want to keep Kiyoko in the fic even though I know she would never act the way I wrote her. Guess my question is if anyone thinks I should change her to act more like her self, create another character to take her place, or just leave it??

[lvrgrls-wrld]

Bliss

WC: 2k

Summary: You meet an annoyingly hot stoner at your favorite smoke spot.

Warning: smoking and language

Authors note: I can only hope that this is better than the original. But, I do have an end goal to this fan fiction. I’m open to any constructive criticism !! Enjoy <3

You felt the flashing lights on your skin and named the colors with every flash. Blue. Green. Red. Purple. Why do disco ball lights never have warm colors? They're always so harsh.

An elbow gently nudged your ribs, Kiyoko sat next to you with her eyes low and eyebrow raised. “Are you ok?”

Yes, maybe? No. You settled with a shrug.

You and your best friend, Kiyoko, decided it was a good idea to go to one of Atsumu’s infamous parties after eating an edible. Spring break has begun, and the best way to distract yourself from your steady fall of your grades was a good high, mediocre music, and junk food. Unbeknownst to Kiyoko, you had two of the multi-colored gummies instead of the recommended dosage. It was a stupid move even if one gummy didn’t get you high enough.

“Hey, do we need to go,” Kiyoko’s voice sobers you briefly. She still managed to act like the more responsible one even while under the influence. She’s such a good friend. You sit up, “No, I just need some water I’ll be fine,” You move to get up, and she raises her brow, noticing your struggle to regain your balance. “I’ll come with you,” she starts to stand, but you stop her with your hand to her shoulder. “Stay, I can handle myself. If anything happens, I know where to find you.” She shrugs her shoulders, knowing that you can hold your own. She’s seen you cuss out your fair share of men that tend to get too… touchy.

You walk across the room and give her a thumbs up to ease her nervousness before making your way out of the living room. There was a significant number of fewer people in the kitchen, causing you to take a sigh of relief. Everyone seemed to be drinking in the garage or loitering in the living room. Some people even made their way to the bedrooms even though on the flyers it said anyone caught in the bedrooms would ‘suffer public humiliation.’ It sounds stupid, but with Atsumu as a host, you don’t doubt his power to actually do so. Making your way to the fridge for a drink, you get lost in your thoughts.

College classes were kicking your butt. Luckily, spring break provided a buffer before the stress began to really get to you. You went to sit on top of the counter but stopped yourself, knowing Osamu would have a fit. So you decided to make your way to the back porch. At the beginning of the school year, this was your go-to spot when coming to Atsumu’s parties. The perfect place to smoke without worrying about strangers that would ask for a hit. You weren’t looking for a smoking spot this time, but the visuals out there were pretty good.

“It’s rude to stare,” a deep voice rumbled, you could hear the rasp from him inhaling. “It's also rude to blow smoke in strangers' faces,” you retort, rolling your eyes.

However, you weren’t welcomed with the smell of clean-cut grass but with a large cloud of smoke. Flinching away, you turned to glare at whoever blew it. All you saw was the glowing red end of a… blunt? You squinted at the dark stranger. Who are you?

He chuckled, “It’s not rude if I didn’t know you were going to come out here,”

“But, why would you blow smoke in front of a door,” you blinked into the darkness.

Silence. You smirked knowing you had him, “Exactly.”

“Listen, I came out here to be alone, not talk to more people. Now, if you’d kindly leave, and close the door on your way in.” he huffed, displeasure evident in his tone. You stared at the shadow of a person with a scrunched up face. Who does he think he is?

Crossing your arms, you scowl at the arrogant prick. “Why are you at a party if you don’t want to talk to people? As a matter of fact, don't answer that, I don’t care.” You quickly turned to face the large backyard, choosing to save your high, before he really got you mad. The moonlight shone on a patch of grass, almost beckoning you to sit on it. So, you popped your earbuds in and walked over, plopping on the grass.

After you had your fill of creativity, you decided to check your socials, you had an instagram and tiktok account that had short stories of characters you’ve drawn. Slowly you’ve been gaining followers by the hundreds this past month and even got a little money from it. Whenever you saw the comments that would share their love and sometimes criticism, your heart would swell. You appreciated your followers, especially the ones that have stuck with you since your first post.

You wanted to completely ignore the person in the corner, so you chose a song from your favorite playlist, then looked up at the starry sky. It was beautiful, unsurprisingly. Your imagination ran free, letting yourself come up with stories of intergalactic princesses and badass warriors. If I knew I was going to have a creative surge, I would've brought my sketchbook. Drawing was your passion, but you never went to art school because you knew the love for it would've been lost. Luckily, you first realized it when you took art classes in middle school. However, you took creative writing now, which fed into your interest.

The feeling of cold water droplets fell onto your skin, momentarily pausing your movements. You whipped your head to the forgotten stranger. But, this time, he wasn’t in the dark corner. This time, you saw him fully. Your eyes dragged from his jordans, to the dark grey jeans, and up to his compressed t-shirt. Was it supposed to fit like that? His lean muscle was glaringly obvious, through it. A sleeve tattoo wrapped around his arm and peaked through his collar, but it didn’t compare to his eyes. They were low and red and hot.

Fuck me, why is he so fine? You glanced down at his lips and noticed his smirk.

You sighed, “Did you- Did you throw water at me?”

“It's rude to stare,” that dried you up real quick. Once again, with the displaced manners.

“Yes,” he said, “I was trying to get your attention, but you were stuck in your phone.”

Yep, It was time to go. You texted Kiyoko to ask her man to take you guys home.

You saw water droplets that fell onto your phone. He threw water at you again. You flicked your eyes up at his stupid face with his stupid smile. “Are you kidding me right now?” you asked, a scowl on your face.

Plopping next to you on the grass, he stretched his legs out and leaned onto his hands. The smell of his cologne hit you, kind of a deep cedar, with a hint of sweetness to it. “Whatever,” he said chuckling, “I didn’t want to talk, and now I do, I can’t change my mind?” You gave him a dumbfounded look.

“I’m bored, let's talk,” he responded. Flicking the blunt onto the floor, he makes his way to your moonlit patch of grass. “What happened to wanting to be ‘alone’, and ‘not talk to more people?’” you mocked him. He might be handsome, but his personality was pretty fucking ugly.

He sighs, “You're right I was being rude, let's start over” he stuck his hand out to you. You looked at his hand then his eyes, then back again. You didn’t trust that glint in his eye.

Fortunately, your phone dinged, meaning you got a text, but before you could unlock it, it was yanked from your hands. You watched him put his hand behind his back, and stick his other hand out to you. “My name is Suna Rintaro, a close friend of Atsumu Miya, and I major in photography. Tell me about yourself.”

“I sat here and introduced myself, and you still decided to look at your phone for the third time tonight. I’m just trying to help your addiction,” Shrugging, he put his stretched out hand down.

Your jaw dropped. Is this his way of flirting? Ew. “Um, you can’t just take my phone.”

“Firstly, I don’t have an addiction, I just don’t want to talk to you. Second, I need to see if my ride's here. So, if you could hand me back my phone I would greatly appreciate it.” This time you held your hand out but, for your phone, not to shake.

“Introduce yourself, and you’ll get your phone,” he gave you a bored look.

Grimacing at his reply, you finally responded, you told him your name, your friendship with the brothers and your love for creative writing. There was a pause after you spoke.

Then he shook your hand, grinned, “see it’s not that hard,” and handed your phone to you.

You quickly took it back, and looked at the message on the phone:

He’ll be 20 minutes

You good?

you never came back

I’m in the backyard

Mb i forgot to let you know

You’re good

Should I come back

Unless you wanna talk to people besides me, no

You looked up at him and caught his gaze. With a quirked brow, he tilted his head “Problem?”

At least five minutes pass, and you take a peek up at him, only to see him staring back at you. “You tried and failed,” he mumbled, then looked at the sky. “Excuse me?” you asked

“No, just that I’m not leaving as soon as I would like,” you huffed and fell back onto the grass. Maybe he’ll leave me alone if I pretend to take a nap. You close your eyes and wait. Then softly snored, to really sell the nap taking place.

“Nothing, just noticing your stupidity.”

I wonder if his ass ever gets jealous of all the shit that comes out of his mouth.

“Wait for real? You heard everything I said, in my head,” you sat up, eyes blown wide. He leans down to your height and grins, “Everything,”

He laughs. Hard. Like a lean back and giggle from your gut, laugh. “I said that out loud,” you sighed. As he wipes tears from his eyes, he tries to speak, “ye-” then he bursts out laughing again. Is my inner monologue outering? “Yes,” he responds.

“Yeah right,” you say scoffing, “then tell me this ‘everything’ you're referring to.”

“Nothing, just a bunch of questions, and then how you think I’m-” he tilts his head, and taps his chin, as if he’s trying to remember something,”what was it…Fine?”

You sit there and stare at each other, tension creeping between the two of you. The seconds seem too slow, and you didn’t mind it.

“Yeah you're fine,” admitting to your previous thought, “personality’s shit though.”

His breath hit your face as he sighed, then looked back up at the sky. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. Those 30 seconds felt like an hour, and you couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing yet.

You lay back, and he follows. He didn’t speak, and neither did you, nothing but the distant sounds of clattering cups and boisterous laughter was heard. This lasted for five minutes until he broke the silence, “hey,” he waited.

“Yes?” you ask.

“Tell me about yourself.”

This time you do. You tell him about your love for drawing, and creating stories. Even about your growing popularity on your social media accounts, to that he nudged your soldier and asked if he was ‘meeting a celebrity.’ You both laughed, and then you told him more, it was simple things like your favorite color, food, song, and a whole bunch of nothing. But, he listened like it was everything.

Cross-legged and upright, you told him your life story, how you got to where you are now. With your knees touching his side, you two seemed, almost, intimate. He felt it, the gentle sparks, igniting on his side. But, you were too busy telling him when you first got high. As he watched you speak so animatedly, he realized he actually enjoyed your company, which was a first.

The ding on your phone came faster than you thought, your enthusiasm slowly faded as you finished talking. Then you glanced at your phone, not wanting to check the message.

“Time to go?” he asked, noticing your shift in mood. “Probably,” mumbling, while picking up your phone.

TANAKA’S HERE!!

Finally i’m ready to get out of these clothes.

omw

Feeling his gaze on you, you slowly lift your head, giving him a sad smile. “Yeah, I got to go,” you huff as you get up, and then watch him get up as well. You didn’t realize he was so tall. Sitting down, he looked tall, but it was completely different when you actually stood up. You stared into his eyes and then glanced down to his lips, the wry smile he had curved at the end of his mouth.

“Well it was nice talking to you,” you say, taking a step back. You waited for his response, but none came. Instead of embarrassing yourself even further, you turned to leave. But, his hand shot out and gently gripped your wrist, “It was nice listening.” The heat from his compliment blossomed all over your face and tickled the top of your ears. With that, you made your way inside the house.

I plan to post every Sunday, including this upcoming one!

[lvrgrls-wrld]

So, I've reread my previous posts, and it's horrendous. Like throw shit at a window bad. I didn't even talk like that fr. Sadly I'm still a suna simp, and I'm rewriting it����

[lvrgrls-wrld]

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

[lvrgrls-wrld]

Comfortable With You (Inexperienced!Painter!Choso x Black!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot)

"I feel so comfortable with you."

Pairing: Choso x Black!Fem!Reader (Established Relationship)

Synopsis: Choso has never been anyone like you before: so confident and sure of yourself yet so sweet and compassionate. He can’t stop thinking about you. So to make this Valentine’s Day one you’ll never forget, he’ll show you just how comfortable he is with you and how desperately he wants to make you feel the same…even though you’re his first everything. [Based on the song “Comfortable” by H.E.R.]

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Inexperienced!Choso; Experienced!Reader; First Time PIV Sex; msub Switch!Choso; FDom Switch!Reader; First Time Blowjob; First Time Eating Pussy; Deepthroating; Facefucking; Girl on Top/Cowgirl; Fucking From the Bottom; Creampie; After Sex Snuggles

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: Something romantic & nasty for my baby Choso & for V-Day. Happy Valentine's Day, y'all!! 🥰🥰❤️❤️ -Jazz

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Choso has never met anyone like you before. 

You’re just so confident in the way you speak; the way you move; the way you carry yourself. You know exactly who you are and you aren’t going to let anyone tell you differently. You’re so sure of yourself, something he has never been about himself. You’ve inspired him to be more like you, gently encouraging him just because of who you are. 

And you’re so sweet. So compassionate. You care so much about others, even a stray cat that happens across your apartment whom you feed every day. You understand Choso and all of his quirks which he more than appreciates. And you’re so damn beautiful. Even now, months after meeting and going on your first date, months after your first kiss, he still can’t even over how breathtaking you are. From your glowing skin to your pretty, brown eyes to your luscious body he can’t get out of his mind. 

He still can’t understand for the life of him why you would want him. He isn’t like his younger twin brothers. Yuji is more of a golden retriever out of the three of them with how bubbly and adorably clueless he is, but he’s also excellent at sports and loves to have fun which any girl loves. And then there is Sukuna who is all tattoos, piercings, and a bad attitude that gets panties wet. He can sweet-talk any girl into his bed. 

And then there’s Choso. Although older than his twin brothers, he is the awkward one. The shy one. The artsy one. He is the one you’ll usually find with his nose stuck in his guitar or up painting in the apartment that he shares with his brothers, staining his fingers with oil paints. He has his own tattoos and usually, the artsy guys are adored, but his tired, bored look usually makes women steer clear of him. 

Choso had gotten used to it. He told himself he was happy to not be romantically involved with someone as it makes life too complicated and messy…until he met you.

He was working a Friday night shift at a bar which he usually does to make extra cash, strumming along on his guitar and singing covers. Your eyes met when he looked out into the audience and that was it. He still can’t describe what happened. It was like the world stopped and he very nearly forgot the words to the Summer Walker song he was crooning in the mic. 

You sat in the middle at the table with a couple of friends, your smooth, shapely legs crossed over one another, manicured hands folded in your lap. He could just see the space where your thigh met your ass under the mini dress you had on that hugged your body the way he wanted to. Your braids, black and perfectly twisted at the bottom like coiled snakes, were pulled back to show off your gorgeous face and plump, glossy lips parted slightly as you intently watched him sing. You never took your eyes off of him and he didn’t want you to. In his mind, he sang to you, but to the audience, he sang to everyone else. 

He didn’t expect you to come up to him during his break, body absolutely all over the place. He could barely focus on setting his guitar up next to the stage when he turned and saw you. “Hi,” you greeted him, giving him a beaming smile that made his brain stop working. “I don’t mean to bother you, but I wanted to tell you how good you were up there. You can really sing.” 

Choso didn’t say anything at first, not sure how. You were the first girl to ever talk to him first, especially about him and not about his brothers. “Uh…thanks,” he finally said, swallowing harshly. He did his best to not look down at your delectable cleavage that sat invitingly in front of him. 

“I’m Y/N,” you said, holding your hand out for a shake. He noticed how long and pretty your acrylics were and envisioned them gripping his shoulders or snaking down his muscular back. “I’m a regular here, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.” Hesitantly, he took your hand, noticing how small it was compared to his. “Choso,” he replied. “I don’t work here full-time. I take shifts now and again.” 

You nodded understandably. “I was about to say,” you giggled, “I would’ve definitely remembered a voice like yours…and a face like yours too.” There wasn’t anything funny about the way you said it. You were dead serious, your tone soft and flirtatious. Choso swore he nearly combusted. You were flirting with him. Him! All he could was blush, but you pretended not to notice. 

You stood there talking for the majority of his twenty-minute break and he didn’t mind one bit. He loved getting to know you, placing and storing all of your features into his memory for later. When you asked for his number, he flipped it and asked for yours, smiling fondly at the cute emoji you put next to your name. He left that night feeling like he was floating on cloud nine, prompting Sukuna to ask him what pussy he got when he came into the apartment that night. 

That was six months ago and you’re still here. Despite his flaws and his quirks, you have stayed. He has never been happier than with you…or more comfortable. There are things he’s told you that he hasn’t even told his brothers or closest friends. He feels like he can tell you anything and you won’t run, from how stressful it is to be a parental figure since his parents died when the twins were toddlers or how sometimes he’s afraid that he’ll lose interest in his art or how he doesn’t feel good enough. 

He feels like himself when he’s with you. He feels free. Relaxed. You bring him peace. He wants to give you something to show you that. Though he isn’t familiar with the “rules” of Valentine’s Day because he’s never celebrated the holiday, he knows he wants to make the day one you will never forget. 

So the week before February 14th, a Wednesday, Choso spends his time making his gift for you, closed up in his room with his equipment, and forcing his brothers to bring him meals.

That weekend, he invites you over to his place on Friday. When he calls and asks you if you’re free after work tonight, he feels his pulse jump and his body grow warm. What’s the big deal? You’ve been over his place so many times before, playing video games and shooting the shit with his brothers. 

‘But this is different,’ he thinks. This is for Valentine’s Day. This is to spend the night, with no one around for once. This is for more. “You want me to sleep over?” you ask, sounding surprised yourself. “Are the boys gonna be there?” 

“No,” he replies, smiling at the slight intake of breath he hears you make. So you’re just as excited as he is. “They won’t be here. I have a surprise for you.” 

“A surprise?” you giggle softly, the sound like music to his ears. “Can you give me a hint?” He hums a no, earning a groan of disappointment. “You’ll just have to wait and see, but I think you’ll like it.” 

On Saturday, he kicks his brothers out, telling them to bunk with Megumi for the night. Yuji and Sukuna are more than happy to do so, wanting to see Megumi’s dogs (though Sukuna acts like he isn’t). Then Choso spends the whole night cleaning, wiping down the entirety of the apartment until it sparkles. Before he starts cooking the V-Day dinner, he jumps in the shower and lathers himself in the vanilla and lavender-scented soap you love so much, making sure every part of him smells like the soap. 

Once finished, he picks out a casual yet presentable outfit––a black tee that sticks to his toned body, jeans, and the Armani boxers Sukuna got him for his birthday telling him he has “no taste in nothing”––and lets his black locks fall into a mullet over his head rather than applying gel to put them into his usual ponytails. He usually doesn’t put too much effort into his looks but for you? He’ll do anything to turn you on with his appearance. 

You get off from work at 5 PM and he already ordered an Uber for you to arrive on time to pick you up, telling you to not worry about paying him back. “I don’t want your money, baby,” he tells you, hopping right off of texts when you start to argue to call your phone. “I’ve got money. People love my shit, remember?” 

He remembers you telling him that at his winter art exhibit in December. He took you as his plus one and you took it upon yourself to wear his favorite color on your sinfully tight dress. All he could think about was bending you over as you walked around admiring his work of the city in the wintertime––white snow on the roofs of houses; the park glinting in white; schoolchildren in their colorful coats; citizens with red noses and steams billowing from their takeout cups of coffee. Many of his paintings were sold that night, including one of himself, Yuji, and Sukuna decorating their Christmas tree. “You capture things so well!” an art critic has gushed to him. “I feel as if you’ll do so many amazing things, young man.” 

Choso had squeezed your hand, trying to not blush. That was only the tip of the iceberg of praise he received that night. He felt that he had achieved what he went to art school for at that moment. And he was so happy to spend it with you, his number one supporter, who also purchased a painting of a little schoolgirl in a red coat smiling at the person behind the photo. He made bank off of that exhibit and, after doing commissions on his IG page, he is able to save up enough for the next month. 

After taking out the ingredients for miso ramen and spending the next hour preparing it, you arrive in your Uber. After bringing the broth to a simmer, Choso wipes his hands off on a dish towel and guns to the door to answer it. You stand behind it in a red sweater and hip-hugging jeans that he’d like to replace with his hands. In one hand, you have your work bag while in the other, you have your overnight duffle. “Hey, you,” you greet him, looking oh-so happy to see him. 

You inch closer to him and he wraps an arm around you as you lean into him. “Hey yourself,” he greets, feeling relaxed the minute he has you in his arms. He stands aside, letting you step into his apartment. He eyes your swaying ass as you do, unable to stop his cock from hardening at the sight of your cheeks. “Nice outfit. You have a date with your boss too today?” 

You look back at him and smirk. “Oh, yeah, and he loved these jeans on me.” You slide a hand down your behind to which he shamelessly follows, blushing. God, how he wants to see that ass without anything over it. He wants you naked. But in time. You close your eyes at the scent of spices and herbs wafting in from the kitchen. “Mmm, somethin’ smells good,” you hum.

You put down your bags and follow him into the kitchen, grinning at the broth and noodles. “You’ve been sayin’ how much you wanted me to cook with you,” he chuckles. “It’s almost done. You go relax and I’ll take your bags upstairs.” You nod and stand up on your toes to peck him on the cheek before doing as he says, leaving him rock hard and blushing a bright red. 

After the broth is finally done and the noodles are soft, he sets the two bowls of ramen aside before taking your bags upstairs to his bedroom. There, on the bed, is your gift, wrapped in a gold wrapping paper. He feels nervous butterflies flap around in his stomach. Will you like your gift? Will you accept it? Will you think he’s too cheap to have gotten you something better or more expensive? 

He puts these thoughts on the back burner as he walks back downstairs to see you sitting upright on the couch, shoes off and looking relaxed. He presses a kiss to your forehead as he walks past you to fetch your dinner. When he returns, you’re wearing a giddy smile. “So where’s my surprise?” you ask, pretending to be impatient. 

“Damn, baby, you just got here!” he laughs as he sits down next to you on the couch. “You can’t wait till we eat?” You bounce on the couch, making your breasts jiggle and Choso hard enough to fuck a hole into the wall. Why are you so fucking hot? “I’m too excited to eat!” you groan. “You know how much I love surprises, Chosi!” 

He blushes at the nickname only you’re allowed to call him. “Relax, mama,” he coos, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “You’ll get it soon. For now, just enjoy the lovely ramen I made you. I even added extra ham.” You look up at him with big, wobbly lips, touched. “You love me,” you coo. 

‘Yes,’ he thinks. ‘I really do.’ But he’s never said it. He figured it was still too early in your relationship to do so. Not to mention that one elephant in the room: you haven’t had sex yet. You’ve been dating since September and it hasn’t happened yet, mostly because it would be Choso’s first time doing so. 

He has kissed a girl before and has touched some titties here and there, but he’s never slept with anyone before. He never thought it was a big deal until he met you and fell so deeply for you that he wants to give all of himself to you. He has never told you and hasn’t tried to push things any farther during makeout sessions or heavy petting, but he’s hoping tonight that all of that will change.  

He sits and watches you eat, asking you about how your work week went and what you did today. He watches your glossy mouth as it moves, transfixed and wishing his cock was between them. It takes everything in him to finish dinner like a normal person though his body is itching to get this thing going. It is a peaceful dinner regardless, a comfortable silence settling between you both that neither one of you fills. His knee brushes against yours and sometimes, you reach over to wipe broth from his lip. Little touches like that drive him insane. 

By the time you finish and he forces you to wait until he loads up the dishwasher, you’re dying of impatience and anticipation. “Chosiiii,” you whine, lying on the couch. “I can’t wait any longer. Please can we exchange gifts now?” He pauses from turning on the dishwasher, slowly turning to you. “You got me a gift?” he asks, shocked. 

“Well, of course!” you giggle, sitting up. “It is Valentine’s Day after all and last time I checked, you are my boyfriend.” Your boyfriend. Choso has never been more proud of that in his life. As quick as lightning, he finishes up in the kitchen and hurries to fetch your gift, doing his best to not seem nervous when he returns. 

You both sit on the couch, face to face, knee to knee, both shy yet excited. You pass him a small box wrapped with a bow. “It’s something small,” you shyly say, “but I hope you like it.” With shaky hands, he unties it, revealing two gold chains, one with a C hanging from it and the other with the first letter of your name. 

You pick the chain with your initial, handing it to me. “So I’m always close to you, even when I’m not there. I bought one for myself too.” Gawking at the chain, Choso nearly bursts. He’s never gotten a gift so thoughtful before. “Why are you this fucking cute?” he sighs dreamily, earning a cute giggle from your luscious lips. “This is perfect, baby. Thank you.” 

Now it’s his turn. He smiles at you, taking your hands in his. “Close your eyes first. No peeking.” You pout but do as he says, closing your eyes. He then takes the gift from behind him and places it into your hands. “Now open.” You do so and tear open the wrapping paper to see what lies inside. When you finally do, your smile fades and you are speechless as you stare at your face on the small canvas. 

He copied it from a picture he took of you one day in the park, the autumn sun on your sleeping face, the sunlight in your lashes. You looked like a Goddess slumbering for the day. He chose the colors carefully, wanting to capture the right tone of your skin in the sunlight and the way your braids lit up from the sun’s rays. He used more defined strokes for smaller details like the coils of your braids, your eyelashes, and the blades of grass beneath you. He used larger strokes for the background, blurring it together so only you stood out. He truly believes that this is the best piece he’s ever painted. You gape at the painting before looking up at him. “Did you paint this?” you squeak. 

He nods, smiling proudly. “This was when we were at the park on one of our dates. You fell asleep in the sun and I couldn’t resist not taking a photo.” He gently runs a thumb over the canvas, admiring your painted face. “I love seeing you like this: so at peace. So comfortable. That’s how you make me feel every time I’m with you.” 

You continue to stare at him, mouth parted and eyes wide. In the silence, he finds his confidence and the will to speak. “Y/N,” he begins, nervously so, “you make me feel something I’ve never felt with anyone. I feel so comfortable with you, like nothing and no one can hurt me when we’re together. You’re like my personal diary—I can tell you anything and can trust that it won’t ever leave you. I wanna be that for you too, baby. I just hope this painting says it more than I could.” 

Now you finally crack and your eyes well up with tears. You lower the painting onto the coffee table beside your gift before leaning into Choso’s chest, wrapping your arms around him. “It does,” you sob. “And you are. You’re that and more. I love you, Choso.” As soon as he hears those three little words, Choso is aglow, nearly jumping for joy at the fact that you feel the same way. 

He wraps his arms around you, holding you close. “I love you too,” he whispers, pressing a hand to the back of your head. All is right with the world. All is even better when you lean up and press your lips to his. He falls into your sweet, soft lips immediately, pressing a hand to your face to caress your cheek. It doesn’t take long for the kiss to grow more passionate and heated, leading you to slip into his lap and straddle him. 

Choso groans when he feels the heat in between your legs rub up against his crotch where he can already feel the blood rushing to his cock, especially when his hands find your ass. You wrap your arms around him and bring yourself closer to him, pushing your delectable breasts up against his chest as you slowly grind your hips into his hard-on. He moans at the same time you do, the act of moaning into each other’s mouths making him even harder. You pull away, looking dazed. “Is this okay?” you ask, breathless. He nods, speechless. “I only ask ‘cause you’re so hard.” 

He blushes scarlet, realizing he’s been caught, but then again, it isn’t like you haven’t felt it before. You’ve made out dozens of times before and he sprouted a hard-on but never did anything. You both agreed to give it some time and move slowly. “I mean…you feel really good,” he sheepishly chuckles, earning a proud, beaming, pretty ass smile from you. “But if this is as far as you wanna go, we can.” 

You’re thinking differently though. You hold his face between his hands, forcing him to look into your eyes. “Choso, I’ve been wanting you to fuck my brains out for months,” you boldly say. “I’ve just waited because I thought it was still too early for us.” Choso swears he nearly busts a nut hearing that. “But are you okay with this?” you ask, looking worried. 

He pauses, thinking to himself. Is he okay with this? As fast as the question appears in his head, the answer is there: Yes. He knows he wants this with you and no one else. But he also knows he’ll have to tell you the truth. “I-I am,” he stutters. 

You look at him sideways, your brows knitted. “Are you sure you’re okay, baby?” you ask worriedly. “Did I do something wrong?” Fear and guilt strike within him. No, no, this isn’t what he wants! He doesn’t want to make––his baby––you feel bad. “No,” he instantly replies, taking your face in his hands. “No, Y/N, you’re doin’ amazing. This is me just bein’ a fucking coward.” 

He looks down, ashamed. What will you ever think of him if he tells you? “Cho,” you coax him with your sweet voice. Seeing the worry in those pretty, brown eyes, he gains the confidence to tell you.  “I don’t want you to take this the wrong way,” he sighs. “I do want you, Y/N. I want you so fucking bad, but there’s something I need to tell you.” At the sight of slight fear in those perfect, big eyes, he feels himself wither. He doesn’t want to scare you, but he can’t lie to you either. “I want us to have sex, but…I wouldn’t know what to do,” he confesses. 

You pause, the new information processing in your pretty head. Then your lips part in realization. “Choso, you’ve never had sex before?” you ask, sounding just as surprised as you look. Though blushing red, he slowly shakes his head. “With any type of sex, right?” you continue. “No oral? Nothing?” Once again, he shakes his head, feeling like he will die of embarrassment. 

You exhale softly, stroking up his chest. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me?” You sound oh-so disappointed by that, making him feel even more guilty. “I was afraid you’d laugh or think I was a loser or somethin’,” he admits. “I’ve just never gotten to doing any of that stuff. You’d be the first.” 

At that moment, something in you shifts. He sees a fire flicker behind your eyes which excites him. “So I’d be the first woman to see you naked?” you ask in a soft, sultry voice. “And wrap my lips around this?” Your hand snakes down between you and him to cup his bulge, making him tense and softly moan at the foreign yet pleasurable feeling of someone else’s hand on his cock besides his own. “Y-Yeah,” he whispers, staring deep into your eyes. “The first. I want to give myself to you tonight, Y/N, if you’ll have me.” 

Though there is a part of him that feels afraid of being so vulnerable, he knows deep down he can trust you. You practically melt at his sweet words. “Chosi,” you coo, stroking his cheek, “of course, I’ll have you. I want us to have each other tonight.” You lean in to kiss him, coaxing him to open his mouth and swirl your tongue with his. His eyes roll back into his head at the taste of you. “Just relax and let me show you what you’re missing,” you moan into his mouth. “Let me take care of you tonight, baby.” 

As you continue to kiss him, you begin to palm him through his pants. “Will you let me do that?” you teasingly ask. He gasps into your mouth, your touch so magical. He can’t imagine how it will feel on his naked cock. He can’t take much more and begins to grind into your hands, desperate for relief. “Yes,” he groans. “Yes, baby, please, just touch me!” 

You giggle against his lips, giving him a peck on the chin before doing what he wants and needs of you. You stand up and begin to strip for him as he lays back against the couch, legs spread and cock twitching in his pants. His eyes drink in every part of you as you take off your clothes: your soft, brown skin; your slender back; your legs, calves, and thighs; your breasts that jiggle in your bra; your ass in your pink, lace panties. You’re beautiful. 

You put your hands on your hips, pursing your lips at him playfully. “Well?” you ask. “You gonna join me, stud?” He doesn’t need to be asked twice. He stands before you and strips with your insisted help. You take off his shirt while he works off his pants, pulling them down his muscled thighs and legs. Finally, he is in his briefs, the rest of his clothes left on the floor. You begin to feel him up, your hands and eyes greedily indulging in his body. “Fuck,” you whisper to yourself. “You’re so sexy, Cho.” 

He shivers in delight at your reaction to his body. “Not as sexy as you,” he hums. He wants to squeeze your ass or play with those gorgeous titties, but his hands don’t seem to want to move. Noticing, you giggle and coax him back onto the couch. “You can touch me too, you know,” you purr. “Or are you just gonna stare and leave me aching like this?” 

You take off your bra to show him just what you mean, exposing your hard, brown nipples to him. Choso has never seen such beauties in his life and he can’t resist wrapping his lips around one of the hardened peaks. The sounds you make only encourage you to continue sucking and lapping on your nipples, switching between each like a hungered man in need of milk. He fondles your breasts two, gently pulling at a nipple that isn’t between his lips. He pays close attention to your reactions, each one sending tingles into his dick. 

“Fuck, Choso, just like that,” you moan, gripping his shoulders and arching your back, pushing your tits farther into his face. “That feels so good!” He looks up at you from your chest, loving how your lips part and your eyelids flutter from the pleasure that he’s giving you. “Yeah?” he asks. “That feels good?” You hum in enjoyment as he nipples on your tight nipples, using his hand to fondle your other breast that his mouth isn’t occupying. 

He continues to indulge your delectable, wonderful, heavenly titties until you’ve finally had enough. You pull his mouth away from your nipple, a string of saliva dangling from his bottom lip. “I wanna taste you,” you whisper. “Can I do that for you?”

Choso’s eyes widen in both shock and excitement. Oh, ho he’s wanted to feel those plump, soft lips around his cock for so long! “Yes,” he agrees. “Just be gentle…please.” You give him a warm smile and kiss him softly before moving off of him. You get on your knees between his thighs and slowly take down his boxers, freeing his cock from its trap. 

“Fuck, Choso,” you gasp. “You’re so big…and you have a dick piercing! That’s so hot!” He flushes at your reaction. “It was a dare by Yuji and Todo,” he admits. You grin up at him and lick your palm before wrapping a hand around him. “Just tell me if it’s too much or if you need me to slow down,” you instruct. He nods and leans back, urging you to continue. 

You first begin to stroke him, coating his dick in your spit in the process. He can’t explain how good yet different your hand feels. Yours is soft and much smaller compared to his, your brown skin and bright-colored nails contrasting with his paler skin. Not to mention the tight grip you have on him. It feels better than all of the times he’s fucked his hand or his trusty fleshlight. “Fuck, Y/N,” he groans. “Your hand feels so good.” 

“You’ll like my mouth even more, I think,” you giggle. “And you can fuck my throat if you want to. I love it rough.” You give him a wink to which he blushes a ruby red. “R-Really?” he stutters. “Are you– oh, shit!” His questions are halted when you wrap your lips around him and begin to gently suck on him, getting him used to your mouth. His mouth forms a pleasurable O as he watches you take his cock on your knees, sucking on it like it’s your own personal lollipop. 

Your warm mouth and wet tongue feel so good against his cock, caressing every sensitive part of his shaft. You even take your hand and fondle his balls while your other strokes him in time with your mouth, twisting this way and that as if you’re trying to drain the cum out of him. 

“Oh, my God, baby,” he moans, gripping the couch for dear life. “Your mouth feels so fuckin’ good!” He’s never felt anything so wonderful in his life. 

You briefly pull away to breathe, your mouth coated in spit. It only makes him harder seeing you––his pretty girlfriend––look so slutty for him. Then you put that mouth on him again, swallowing him whole. “Yeah?” you ask, your voice muffled by his cock stuffed deep inside your mouth. “You like my mouth, baby boy?” You go deeper, taking him into your throat with ease despite his girth, and he nearly jumps off of the couch from the sensations. “Fuck yes!” he whines. “P-Please don’t stop!”  

He can feel his hips moving on their own beneath you, gently bucking into your mouth the more you gag and flex that throat around him. Your plump lips look so good stretched around him, dripping in your spit as lewd sounds of you gagging all over him fill the air. You then pull away to take a breath and recover, but not for long. “Fuck my face,” you say, your eyes pleading. “Give me that dick, Choso. I can take all of it.” 

He blinks at you, not sure if he’s just hallucinating from the pleasure, but the eager strokes of your hand around his cock make it very clear that this is real. You plan that throat on him again and, after ensuring that you’re okay, begins to fuck your face the way you pleaded him to. He grabs your hair and thrusts up into your mouth like it’s his own personal fucktoy. He starts to see it as such, not wanting any cock in your throat but his. “Fuck,” he groans, “fuck, fuck, baby, fuck!” He can’t keep quiet, too overcome with lust and the pleasure he feels as he pistons into your throat again and again. 

It doesn’t take long for him to feel that familiar tightening in his balls, signaling his end. “Shit, Y/N, you’re gonna make me cum,” he warns. “I-I can’t stop! You need to get off of me if you don’t want me to–” 

You shake your head and he loosens his grip on you so you can breathe. “Cum for me,” you plead. “Cum deep down my throat, Daddy, please.” Choso nearly busts right there. Again, he grabs you and thrusts into your throat, focusing on the way your tight, wet walls flex around him until he can hardly take it. “Oh, shit!” he groans loudly. “I’m gonna fucking cum, baby! Don’t stop, please! Fuck, I’m…I’m…” 

He can’t finish his sentence because his orgasm erupts inside of him, spilling out into your throat. You moan around his cock as he cums, his sexy groans of release echoing throughout the apartment. He spurts rope after rope of warm, creamy cum into your mouth which you eagerly, your mouth sliding off of his cock. You sit back and swallow it all, some of it dripping down your chin. Once the fog of his orgasm finally fades, Choso looks down at you and feels embarrassed. “Sorry,” he shyly apologizes. “That was…a lot.” 

You giggle, wiping at your chin and the corner of your mouth. “Yes, it was,” you agree. “Mmm, you gave me such a big load, baby. You must’ve needed that.” He blushes again though you seem like you enjoyed it. You then look up at him with those big eyes and a warm smile. “So how was your first blowjob?” 

He doesn’t even have all of the words to describe such a feeling. “Incredible,” he sighs happily. “But now you need your turn, don’t you?” At the mention of this, your smile grows wider and you stand up so you can lie down on the couch beside him. He faces you and gently moves your thighs apart to reveal your panties. “You may have to guide me though. It’s my first time eating pussy.” He gives you a sheepish smile, staring into your pretty eyes between your thighs. “Can you show me where you like to be touched? And how?” 

He keeps his eyes on yours as he slowly drags your panties down your legs that he stops to coat in wet kisses. You moan and run your hands through his black locks of hair, gripping them when he begins to gently run his finger up and down your slit, feeling how hot and wet you are. “C’mon, mama, show me,” he coos. “Guide me. Guide my face.” 

And so you do. You lift your hips as he slides down your panties, whimpering softly as he stares at your pussy. He’s never seen anything so soft and beautiful. As he encouraged you to do, you guide his face to where your clit is and instruct him to gently suck on it while using the flat of his tongue to slowly lick up and down your slit. He does so, enjoying your taste and the sounds you make. 

“That’s it, baby,” you softly moan. “Lick that pussy. Lap up all of me…it’s all for you.” Something inside of Choso bursts at those nasty words falling from your pretty mouth. Something like a wildfire blooms inside of him with no way to put it out until you’ve cum too. 

He goes slow, letting you get used to him and himself used to you. After a few minutes, he’s got it down and knows just how to make you squirm under his hands that stay planted on your ass, angling your hips so he can reach that spot that makes you let out that voice even more. “Oh, my God, Choso!” you gasp, gripping his locks of hair. “Fuck, that’s so good! Please keep going!” 

“You taste so good,” he moans into your pussy. “So fuckin’ wet…so tight…I need all of you.” He’s so pent up that he begins to fist his cock that has begun to harden again at the feeling of your wetness dripping down his chin. He loves eating your pussy. He could get drunk off of you. 

Before he realizes it, he has started to move his tongue faster, his jaw beginning to ache. But he keeps going, encouraged by your loud whines and sobs that bounce off the walls and caress his ears. “Fuck, Choso!” you whine. “You’re gonna make cum!” 

Like a dog reacting to Pavlov’s bell, Choso continues to eagerly lap at your cunt, encouraging you to cum. “Mmm-hmm,” he hums, lips still wrapped around your perfect little clit. “Cum for me, pretty girl. It’s okay, I’ve got you.” His words become pleas and begs, needing you to cum for him. Needing you to soak his face. “Cum for me, please! I need it! I fucking need it!” 

And you do. “Fuck, Choso!” you moan at the top of your lungs, arching your back and gripping his hair as you finally cum in his mouth. All over his chin. All over the couch. It’s the hottest thing he has ever experienced. Hearing you sob in pleasure and watching your body contort like you’re being exercised is better than any porn. He nearly cums watching you, still pumping his cock as he laps up every bit of your cum along your sensitive pussy and twitching thighs. 

Finally, he sits back and takes a breath while you lay there, eyes closed and chest rapidly rising and falling. “Oh, my God,” you sigh. And then, again, laughingly this time, “Oh, my God!”. He smiles at the little breathless, delirious giggles that leave your lips. “I guess I did a good job?” he asks, giddy at the fact that he made you feel that good. You open your eyes and smile up at him, noting but sedated lust and adoration there. “That was amazing, baby,” you happily sigh. “You sure that was your first time eating pussy?” He laughs at this, his stomach flipping with joy. “I don’t think my dreams count, so, yes.” 

Noticing your eyes have fallen to his hard cock, he begins to soothingly stroke your thigh, not wanting you to feel obligated to continue. “You need to relax for a minute?” Silently, you shake your head and sit up to straddle him, forcing him onto his back. “You sure?” he asks, concerned. “What about your–” 

“I’m fine,” you interrupt. “I’ll be even better when I get you inside of me.” His eyes widen as he stares up at you, not used to such impatience. The same fire inside of him has grown inside of you too. “Hold onto my hips, okay? I’m gonna guide you in.” Wordlessly, he nods, swallowing hard as your hand wraps around the base of his cock and guides him down to your entrance. He feels himself getting harder as the anticipation and the sight of you on top overtakes him. 

Finally, after running his cock up against your slit, emitting soft moans from both of you, he finally slips inside of you. “Fuck!” he gasps at the same time as you release a moan of pure pleasure. “B-Baby, you’re so tight!” Your soft, wet walls flutter around him and squeeze him at the same time, making him feel like he is being tightly embraced. 

You slide up halfway, grasping his shoulders for leverage. He keeps his hands on your hips to help guide you though he trembles as he does. “Too much?” you breathlessly ask. He shakes his head, nearly groaning when you move black strands of his hair out of his face. “I’ll move slow, okay? Just feel me, Choso. Don’t fight it.” 

Choso doesn’t. He couldn’t even if he tried. The way your wet, spongy walls squeeze around him so tight, slowly stroking his cock the same way your mouth did but way more intense, is driving him further toward the edge of insanity. You begin to alternate between rolling your hips and bouncing on him by balancing on your knees, making him plunge his cock into you again and again. You wrap your arms around him, pressing your tits flush against his chest. “That feel good, baby?” you coo into his ear. “You like this pussy?” 

Choso can’t take any it—the wetness of your pussy; the slow rocking of your hips; your soft body moving up and down against him as you slowly bounce on his dick. He holds you closer to him, needing more. “Fuck, Y/N!” he groans. “N-Need it…need it faster!” 

He feels you grin against his ear as you nibble on his earlobe and kiss down his neck. “Faster?” you chuckle. “Is that what you said?” He frantically nods as you pull away to stare into his eyes. “Then grab my hips and make me go faster,” you purr. “Take what you want. I’m yours, Daddy.” 

That fire inside of Choso damn near explodes. You just gave him confirmation to fuck you up completely. So he grabs your hips and begins to fuck up into you, driving himself deeper and deeper into you. Your walls begin to flutter around him more intensely as lewd, squelching sounds begin to emit from your wet pussy the more his cock fucks up into it like it’s his personal fleshlight.

You’re loving it, your arms tightening around his neck and thighs tightening from the pleasure he is giving you. “O-Oh my G-God!” you moan, each word shaky from being bounced so much on his cock. “F-Fuck, Choso! Sh-Sh-Shit!” 

He grins, proud to be making you feel this good and act this slutty for him. “Yeah?” he chuckles breathlessly. He grabs your ass and gives into a smack as he drives his cock into you, his slamming up against yours. “That dick feel good? Tell me, mama. Tell me how good I feel fucking you.” You grip him close, pressing your face into his shoulder. “Yes, like that!” you sob. “You feel so good, Chosi! You make me feel so fucking good!” 

He can’t explain the way that makes him feel. He is overwhelmed and flooded with waves of lust, love, and everything in between as he feels you; hears you; tastes you. He wants to make this count. He needs to make sure you understand how you make him feel.

“Come here,” he demands. “Down here, right against me.” He pauses and lays back against the couch, pulling you against him. There, he begins to thrust up into you again, gripping your ass as you slide a hand between your thighs to frantically rub your clit. 

“You deserve this,” he groans. “You deserve every minute, every second of this. I wanna give this to you all the time. Can I do that for you, baby? Please?” He holds your face between his hands, staring into your pleasure-stricken expression and lust-blown eyes. “Can I give you my cum?” he whispers. 

Biting on your bottom lip from the pleasure, you nod your head, gripping one of his hands and pressing it closer to your cheek. “Yes,” you whimper. You begin to push yourself down against him, slamming your pussy down onto his cock again and again to bring you both closer to the edge. “Yes, baby, give it all to me! Please make me cum with you!” 

Choso then presses a rough, passionate kiss to your lips as he slams into you, gripping you closer to him. “I love you!” he growls. “I love you so fucking much! Let me show you how fucking much.” The more he thrusts in and out of you, the more it feels like your cunt is trying to suck him in. You soon begin to move against one another, swallowing your shallow breaths and desperate moans as the couch squeaks beneath your bodies. He can feel himself edging closer to his end, his balls swelling and that fire growing. 

“Tell me you love me,” he demands. “Tell me right now.” You sink your nails into his pecs, giving him a bite of pain that sends his cock into a frenzy. “I love you!” you damn near scream. “I love you so, so much, Choso!” You stare into his eyes, pleading for him to give you what you crave. “Please cum with me,” you beg. “Please, please, baby, fill me up!” 

Your sobbing wet pussy does the same, begging for his cum the more he pistons into you. Finally, he feels it building and can feel your walls tightening, signaling that your end is near too. “Cum on that cock,” he moans. “Do it for me, baby, c’mon, please!”

Your jaw falls slack as does his and a small lull of silence swells around you as the pleasure builds. When that damn finally breaks, neither one of you can hold back. Moans, cries, and gasps fill the air as you both cum against each other, you gushing around his cock and him filling you up. “Fuck!” he groans, sloppily thrusting his slick cock into you again and again as he rides out the last of his orgasm with you. You fall slack against him, your moans dying down to soft gasps and tiny whimpers as your pussy twitches around him. 

Finally exhausted, Choso’s thrusts grow sloppier and slower until he finally stops and lets your mingled cum drip down his balls, not even caring if it stains the couch. He feels you twitch slightly against him, but he holds you close to him. “No, don’t move,” he murmurs, tightening his grip on you. “Just stay here for a minute with me.” 

Silence falls upon you as you lay in your afterglow, you on top of him. He stays inside of you, his cock growing soft, but he feels so at home there. So…comfortable. He breathes in your scent, stroking your clammy skin, back, and ass. He can feel his eyes fluttering closed from the sedation of the sex and that amazing second orgasm. “Babe?” you ask. 

He lifts his head to look down at you. “Hm?” 

You peel your head off of his chest, smiling up at him. “I have to pee,” you giggle. Blushing, Choso quickly releases you. “R-Right, sorry! You need me to walk you?” He watches as you carefully slide off of him, his flaccid cock flapping against his lower stomach. You slowly plant one foot on the floor and then try to stand. “Uh, I think I’m–oh, shit!” you gasp as your leg wobbles. You slide the rest of the way off of Choso and nearly fall to the ground, but he catches you. 

He wraps one arm around your waist and sits you back down on the couch. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he chuckles. “Don’t worry, I’m not too tired to carry you.” Slowly, he stands, butt naked, and scoops you, also butt naked, up against him bridal style.

“What a gentleman,” you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck as your feet dangle off the ground. “You paint and cook for me, make me cum my brains out, and carry me to the bathroom.” He softly laughs at your compliment, blushing mad hard and secretly beaming with pride. He is so happy you feel this way about him. 

After taking you to the bathroom, he waits for you on the couch with some water. When you return, you both lay on the couch face to face, front to front. “So how was your first time?” you gently ask, stroking his chest. 

He takes a moment to think about this, wondering which words will satisfy you. “It was amazing,” he sighs, earning a pleased smile from you. That was obviously the right answer. “You were amazing.” He takes your hand and kisses your knuckles. 

“So were you,” you sigh, mirroring his actions. It causes him to lean in to kiss you which only makes his cock twitch against your thigh. Noticing, you giggle against his mouth. “Again?” you whisper. 

“Y’know, we’ve got plenty of time before my idiot brothers come back,” he murmurs against your lips. “And I’ve always wanted to have shower sex with you…if you’re up for it.” He adds this sheepishly, not wanting to see like a sex fiend when you just got done one round. After all, you need the rest. 

But you seem to be on the same time as your hooded eyes stare into his and your hand gently caresses his cock pressed against you. “Lead the way then, stud,” you purr. 

Choso has never moved so fast in his life. 

THE END.

[lvrgrls-wrld]

Bliss

Part 2 of Bliss

Wc: 2k

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Currently you were rushing out the door to get in the uber you registered for. The morning was not going so well. You woke up 15 minutes late, your dryer didn't fully dry your clothes, and you hit your funny bone while walking out the door. It seemed like the only good thing going today was your phone being on 100% and that it was Friday. It's not like you wanted to deal with annoying ass customers but, your work friends were always chill as fuck so maybe this bad luck will stay in the house.

You opened the door damn near falling inside with your backpack tumbling down to the seat, after accidentally slamming the door you hear a slightly accented voice talking to you, "Good morning, having a good day?"

You took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself down from the little fiasco that just happened, irritated with the fact that he even asked because clearly you're not. But instead of lashing out at someone who's just trying to do their job, you adjust your backpack and put your seatbelt on and tell him, "It could be better but the day just started so hopefully everything will pull through in the end.” He nodded, understanding your feelings. He dropped the small talk and turned up the radio which was playing some pop song that came out recently.

Around 10 minutes passed and you were in front of the mall, after paying and thanking your uber driver you made your way inside. You head straight to footlocker, it wasn't your ideal job but it pays enough for now, I mean you were taking online classes for being a realtor. Why look for a high paying job now?

You were welcomed with the ring of the bell over the door and the waves of your fellow coworkers. Going into the back and putting your stuff up you realized you weren't met with the sound of your annoying ass supervisor bitching about how you were 5 minutes late. Once you signed in you went to the front to ask where she was. Dahlia, your work wife, explained that the ex supervisor 'disapproved' of everybody's attitude on day shift, so she switched shifts with night shift. You didn't really care though cause she was a bitch anyways.

When you worked your way into your zone, you got most of the newly shipped shoes in the correct storage stand and helped plenty of customers get their perfect fitting shoe. You were happy with your pace so far, you didn't feel like you were overexerting yourself and you kinda enjoyed how you were moving with a purpose.

That was until someone stopped you, a customer, your favorite hoe, Shawn. He was 5'10 and light skinned, not exactly your type but he did know how to give a girl butterflies. With his low fade and new J's he can get any number he wants but, luckily you didn't try anything serious with him. Your relationship consisted of mostly just talking stages and you were ok with that.

But, you didn't like being interrupted at your job by people that you see outside of your job. That personal life and work life boundary was something that you thought should never be crossed but, you can't help it if people happen to wanna get shoes from your workplace. "Y/n,"

You took a deep breath wanting to ignore him but, knowing you can't, "Yeah, what can I do for you?"

He leaned back while boldly checking you out in your uniform, if you were anywhere else you would feed into his flirty nature but, right now was not the time.

"I mean nun really I just wanted to talk," you knew he wasn't trying to get on your nerves but he was dancing on your shit right now.

But instead of snapping at him, you told him calmly "If you don't need anything that has to do with shoes I can't help you."

Still not realizing that you were trying to end the conversation early he insisted on being around you. Quickly scanning the shelves he picked up a random black and white shoe, "Well, do you have these in a size 11 in mens?"

"No,"

He scrunched his face up and told you " You didn't even check though, how would you know?" You giggle at his response because he was so serious about it and still didn't realize that he was in the women's section.

"I don't know maybe it's because I just restocked and I know there aren't any of those types of shoes in the men's size," you said, plucking the shoe out of his hand and placing it back on the shelf "or maybe it's because we're in the women's section."

Looking around, it dawned on him that he was on the wrong side of the store, scratching his head he let out a soft "Oh," instead of trying to continue to bother you, he asked you straight up "You don't want me messing with you do you?"

You thought about your response for a little bit, not wanting to accidentally hurt his feelings, "I mean I fuck with you and you know that but, right now I'm working so you kinda blowing my shit,"

He nodded recognizing what your tryna say, so he left it at that and said "Aight imma leave you alone for now but, you know where I be at, so don't be afraid to hit a nigga up," you gave him a side hug and he was on his way. Not long after that you got back into your workflow. Eventually minutes turned to hours and not only was it 4:00 but, you accidently missed your break. After ordering another uber you saw that Atsumu texted you about an hour ago:

Hey

Suna told me u was going to the next smoke sesh u know where it's at??

Um I didn't really say yes but ig I can go

And no I don't know where it's at

Ok I'll pick u up then around 6 good??

Yeah sure

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It was 5:30 and you already took a shower and everything but, you still didn't have an outfit chosen. Kiyoko was on the phone telling you what outfits looked good or looked like you were trying too hard, after going through almost every piece of clothing in your closet you gave up and settled with sweatpants, an undershirt, and a hoodie. You packed your backpack with some snacks, a charger, earbuds, a cart, your wallet, and your keys. Hearing a honk outside you made your way to the front door.

Opening the door you were greeted with a big dopey smile from Atsumu. “Hey beautiful,” rolling your eyes, you laughed and said a simple ‘hey’. You and Atsumu always had a flirty way of speaking to each other ever since you both met. But, you were no fool to the game so there were no hard feelings whenever he would talk about his new girl of the week.

“So,” Atsumu started while side eyeing you as he drove, “Suna invited you to the little get together, huh?” He did a little jig in his seat as you laughed at his antics. You missed being around Atsumu and his childish behavior, maybe it was a good idea to go with Kiyoko that day.

“Yeah but, its not anything weird I think he just wants me to roll up.” you told him brushing off his little ideas. “Anyways, why are y'all smoking at a hotel?” while waiting for his response you buckled up and got your playlist for the smoke session ready.

“We go there all the time, cause Osamu doesn’t like when we smoke there, and Suna just doesn’t like people at his place.” with a hum of understanding, you both fell into comfortable silence until you arrived at the hotel.

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You walked in and were embraced with the familiar smell of marijuana. Closing your eyes and taking a big whiff, you got butterflies, just from the thought of having another encounter like last time with Suna had you blushing. You heard a honeyed voice bickering "Stop it." Intrigued by the voice you made your way to the living room.

"Shit," you heard Atsumu mutter behind you. Standing in the doorway you saw a woman smothering your ‘little crush’, boobs halfway out of her shirt and hair in a messy bun. You swallowed the lump in your throat and slinked your way to the couch. It was fucking embarrassing. No one noticed you yet but, the way you were genuinely excited to see him was humiliating. You fixed your face making sure to not show any sign of emotion. You didn't know him like that so it wasn't too bad but, still that shit low-key hurt.

Feeling his eyes on you, you glanced up at him. She was whispering in his ear and touching on his face. You could tell he was trying to observe your reaction by the way he stared at you in the eye. As you were staring back at him you noticed the way he was smirking at you while rubbing his hand down the girl’s back. Tf did you do for him to act like that? Rolling your eyes you got your phone out and went to spotify but, instead of going to the playlist you prepared you clicked on your summer walker playlist.

Hearing someone clear their throat you looked up, “Wassup Y/N, you wanna start rolling up now?” He threw the baggy at you and gestured to the table that had the paper and grinder on it.

You put your other airpod in, flicked your hood onto your head and started rolling. Eventually, 1 joint turned into 5. But,with the amount of people there you didn’t feel too high yet. What you did feel was the pressure of Suna though, it's like the higher you got either he was getting bolder or you just were more conscious of him. Either way you hated that he affected you that much. Throughout the 2 hours you've been in the hotel not once did he stop eyeing you, at this point you were pissed off cause you came here to chill and this irritating ass motherfucker won't let you breathe too hard without making a face. Sick of his shit you got up to go in the kitchen.

"Where you going, Y/n?" He said after taking a hit and licking his lips.

Dry ass lips, what he needs is some goddamn CarMax, you thought to yourself as you made your way to the kitchen. "The kitchen" you replied.

After asking the girl on his lap what she wanted, he told you "gimme some hot chips and water," who the fuck does he think he's talking too. You came here thinking that it was going to be a sequel of what happened last time, maybe even get his number. But, this little event here is making your feelings towards him flip instantly. It's unbelievable how entitled this nigga is. Having you roll up is whatever, you were expecting that but, damn near glaring at you throughout the whole smoke sesh, inviting a whole other female knowing you were coming, then not asking but, making you get something from the kitchen. This dude got you fucked up.

"Damn what took so long," Suna said as you threw him the water bottle and hot chips. Rolling your eyes and sitting back down chewing on the candy string, you got an uber. Atsumu nugged your shoulder and asked if you were good. You debated on telling him that you were about to leave but you didn't want him to offer you a ride and spend a 15 minute drive sitting in awkward silence.

5 minutes later you got a text saying your driver was in front of the lobby. "Aight y'all Imma head home," you got up and told everyone.

"Wait, I can take you home," Atsumu said while passing the joint to someone and going for his keys. You gently pushed him back down on the couch.

"Nah it's good 'tsumu, I already ordered it." With that you walked out, not worrying about what's-his-face at all.

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I hope you guys enjoyed it took a lil minute for me to actually finish it.

[lvrgrls-wrld]

The US and UK are now bombing Yemen because the country had the courage to fight for Palestine and stop the genocide by targeting the ships on the sea that provides weapons to Israel. The cruelty of the US is immeasurably evil and petty because this is also the same empire that backed the UAE/KSA coalition that bombarded Yemen and starved the people forcing the children to suffer from malnutrition for years and now decides to bomb the same country again so Israel can continue unabated in committing genocide and ethnic cleansing.

[lvrgrls-wrld]

Bliss

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Plug!SunaXStoner!blackreader

Warnings: Smoking, and cussing.

WC:1.5k

Summary: You decide to hang with Atsumu's friends and one happens to have the best weed you've ever smoked

Genre: I honestly don't know

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You ain’t know what was wrong with you. Probably cause you were high as hell and had the munchies. “Girl lets go you bout high as hell,” currently you were at a party at Atsumu’s house and your bestie ,Kiyoko, was the designated driver and she couldn’t stand seeing you high out your mind while any nigga there would try to take of advantage of you. “Now you know damn well you’re the one that dragged me here. Don’t blame me for enjoying the party in my own way,” you told her scrunching your face up. But, you got up anyway cause ain't no way you bout to listen to her complain and blow your high. The music was fuzzy in your ears and every time you took a step it felt like you were walking on water. Yeah it's time for you to go home.

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Yesterday… was something. You ain't have a headache but almost everything was a blur. Definitely got a little too high. Fuck. “I hope I ain't did something I regret.” Getting up to go get some food you heard your phone somewhere in your sheets. Then after patting down what seems like your whole bed you finally found it and answered the phone call. 

‘YYYY////NNNN’

“Bitch wtf why you moaning my name. You must like me huh,”

‘Girl-’

“ Its aight babygirl I know you luh me. Less fuck then get eloped”

‘Whoa first off I gotta boyfriend so we can’t get eloped second what you need in your life is some dick you horny freaky kinky fuck talking bout marriage and fucking. Girl bye’

“Fuck that nigga Tanaka. I can give so much more but you over here worried bout that bald ass wigga jigga boo.”

‘Whatever I’m loyal to my man. We for real locked in tight like a bootyhole’

“Ew fuck off my phone with that nasty ass shit. Ain't nobody asked what Tanaka’s little freaky ass likes in bed. He prolly like to be fucked instead of doing the fucking.”

‘Shut the fuck up’

“You shut the fuck up”

‘Aight I gotta go I luh you’

“Aight I love you too”

Hanging up the phone you saw a big tittied bitch getting fucked  from the back. Woah. Your horny ass forgot to exit out of it yesterday “Damn I guess I do need dick in my life,” Closing the tab and heading downstairs you decided to make yourself some toast with hella butter cause that shit be hitting different when you first wake up. As you turned on the TV and got ready to chill for the rest of the day. You got a text message from Kiyoko.

Be ready in 30 mins We going to atsumus to hang   Why i need to go???? Cause Tanaka wanna go and i dont wanna b by myself Plus you know them That doesnt mean i wanna go There’ll be weed. Dam u makin me seem like a feen  Add in food and ill go Bet.

Groaning you got up and turned off the tv. After finishing your toast you went to get ready and chose a cute little outfit cause Atsumu be having fine ass friends. It was a spiderman crop top with jeans and your favorite spiderman beanie. You was looking mad cute but not like you was trying to hard. Cause you aint stunting no-mf-body. BEEP BEEP. “COME ON BITCH LETS GO,” the ghetto. You grabbed your bag and hurried to get your stuff. “Charger, phone, keys, pen, wallet, headphones” you told yourself going down the checklist of things you always put in your bag before you leave the house. You turned all the lights off and headed for the car after locking the door on your way out. “You know you coulda just texted me right,” 

“Yeah but I didn’t want to”

Straight facing  her you then nodded to Tanaka in the rearview mirror and closed the car door. No matter how much shit you talked about Tanaka you knew he was a cool dude yall just like to mess with each other hella. You put your headphones on and enjoyed the ride.

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Before even walking through the doors you were hit with the smell of za. There wasn’t a lot of people, maybe like 8 and you only knew 3 of them. Didn’t really matter though cause they were to high too notice you for real. 

“Y/N!”

Well now they did. Atsumu’s loud ass had to yell your name. Bro don’t ever know how to talk swear, you awkwardly waved and sat on the couch closest to the door.  “What’er you doin here? I ain't knew you were coming, if I did ya know I woulda gotten ready or whateva,” he was high as fuck whenever you two would get high together he always would be a flirt way more than he usually was. That's why you stopped smoking with him. He was a little too flirty for your liking. “Boy please ain't nobody worried bout you. Where’s your brother?” you told him casually brushing him off and changing the subject. “He’s in the kitchen where he always is. But you tryna roll up?”  

This tall green eyed dude cleared his throat while looking at Atsumu with his face scrunched up. He was fine like something you never seen before. His tattoo’s were hot as hell in the lighting. It looked like a whole story on his arm and you wanted to ask about it but decided not to. And his eyes were somehow fox-like and the lips. God the lips. At this point you were just checking him out. Literally from the piercings lining his ears to his uncreased forces. 

“Y/N!”

Slowly tuning back into the conversation and looking at Atsumu you asked him “Why you always yelling?” 

“Maybe its cause you over there eye fucking Suna instead of paying attention,” he told you while taking a hit from the blunt. “Just cause I was looking that way doesn’t mean I was checking him out.  Jealousy isn’t a good look on you booboo now what do you want,” you said rolling your eyes. Honestly on the inside you were embarrassed hella cause who wouldn’t be. “Well I was gonna ask if you wanna roll up,” you turned back to ‘Suna’, looked him in the eyes and asked “If it's ok with you..”

He nodded and took another hit, eyes not leaving yours. Fuck. He was fine as hell. Atsumu passed you the tray which already had everything you needed on it. Then you were in your zone, starting grinding, pouring, then rolling it all up. His eyes stayed on you. You felt it and with chase Atlantic playing in the background it made the vibe feel even better. Next thing you knew you licked the paper and closed the ends. You did pretty damn good for it being on the spot. “Roller gets first hit,” some white haired dude said tossing you the lighter. You said thanks while putting the blunt between your lips and lighting it. 

Holy shit.

 After 3 good hits and 30 minutes you were already up there. It felt as if your whole body was tingling and you knew if you were to get up you’d probably stumble a little bit. “Is this shit laced?” you said to nobody in particular.

“Nah, Suna’s shit is just strong,” the white haired dude said laughing and shaking his head.

Then as if  he teleported in an apron Osamu called your name. “Y/n, I didn’t know you were here,”

You smiled up at him “ Yeah I knew you were in there cooking and I ain’t wanna bother you,” he kissed his teeth and then rolled his eyes.

Gesturing for you to get up he said “You know I don’t give a fuck about that shit next time come say hi. And gimmie a hug,”  You got up ,without stumbling, and gave him a big hug. You and Osamu were mad cool like literally yall would meet almost every week.

“How come you don’t greet me like that when I come through the door?” it was the white haired dude who said that. You ain't know who the fuck that nigga was.

“Whatever, ignore him. Did Atsumu already introduce everybody?” You looked at Atsumu who was scratching his head and then shook your head no.

After he introduced everybody you had the munchies and wanted the food Kiyoko promised. But looking over you saw that she was knocked out on Tanaka’s shoulder.  You put your headphones on and got up to go get some food low-key annoyed at the fact that you had to get up. You went to get water from the fridge and put some onigiri on a paper towel. Then sat on the counter as you got Brent Faiyaz pulled up. Whenever you were high you had to listen to music cause it felt like a journey that no one else could experience. Like the artist was talking specifically for you and only you. And Brent did that every time. So, it was just you swinging your legs on the counter while eating your onigiri while the music pulled you into a certain bliss that couldn't be replicated from anything else.

"Excuse me," you paused your chewing and stopped swinging your legs. It felt almost like a record scratch because the voice was deep as hell. You're gazed trailed from his feet to his eyes, it was obvious you were checking him out but, you were too high to give a fuck. "Excuse me," he said once again.

This time you answered, "Do you need something?" you asked while tilting your head and taking an earbud out.

He licked his lips and made his way to you "I was wondering if you wanted to come around next time we did something like this," now he was crossing his arms and leaning against the counter in front of you. He was confident. But, you couldn't tell if he was naturally like this or if the weed was a big factor of the way he was acting now. Fuck it, you thought. He was fine as hell but, you don't wanna seem easy.

"I don't know, I mean I don't even know you," you told him sweeping your eyes over his mouth "and if I do pull up. Will I have to pay? I don't wanna smoke up all your shit, that would be rude." This time you were staring at him in his eyes. Just like yours they were red and low. You knew what you were doing and so did he.

He smirked and said "As long as you roll up there wouldn't be a problem. I'm always the one rolling up it'd be nice for there to be a change."

You shrugged, "I'll think about it," telling him as you resumed kicking your legs. He pushed himself off the counter and in 2 strides was in front of you. He crouched down to your eye level and leaned forward to your ear.

"I don't think you understand," he was so close you could hear his mouth move "I want you there," his scent was overwhelming. You took a deep breath which caused your chest to press into him. You weren't wearing a bra. He noticed too, you could tell by the whisper of his laugh.

You brought your hand to his neck and slid it up to his hair. He moved his head away from your ear and stared at you, eye to eye. You bit your lip and clutched his hair at the nape of his neck.

Then tugging it lightly you told him, "I said, I'll think about it, I don't give a damn if you want me there or not." You gently pushed him back and jumped off the counter, then made your way back into the living room.

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AN: Are yall messing with this? And should I make this into a series?

Cause I feel like only a little bit was really Sunaxblackreader.

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just in case you were starting to “forget” about the on going genocide and ethnic cleansing of an entire population.

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Question?

Should I make my own characters instead of doing Animexblackreader?

Because I have ideas and I don't want me writing to be based off of other people's creations. You know? I probably wont get many views but its worth a shot. I could do both fanfiction and my own writing though in case people actually enjoy my fanfiction which I doubt anyone would.

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Welcome?

Honestly I don't really know what to put here fr but I'm not gonna be a ghost account no more so... I guess this is my new beginning???

I hope yall enjoy this account and does anyone know any good black accounts?