#haikyu x black reader

[nysrage]

Options, Aran Ojiro.

you weren’t used to dealing with someone one who had as many options as you, especially not with anyone you dealt with behind closed doors. pnd inspired lol.

cw: smut, sneaky linksss, texts, jealousy, cursing, arguing, pet names (baby, ma, pa, daddy), dirty talk, missionary (aran loves to look at your pretty face).

it’s homecoming week at your university, the streets and sidewalks of campus are filled with more than the normal amount of students. house parties being planned around every corner, and food trucks and goody stands wherever you turn. it was a weekend to be alive but for you it turned out to be a weekend full of surprises. the night was still young while you put on the final touches of accessories to pull your outfit together. snapping a couple mirror pics away as you waited for your friends to finish their pregame rituals. “one more shot then we gotta go!” your best friend gizelle giggled, alcohol already coursing through her system and you haven’t even left for the party yet.

you laughed to yourself, continuing to scroll through your phone and weeding out the pictures you didn’t like until a text from a certain someone came across your screen. a smile curving into your lips as you read over the message.

‘can’t wait to see you, ain seen yo fine ass all day.’

“c’mon y/n! take a shot with me!” sending a quick reply you stood, waving your hands in refusal, a flustered smile on your face. “you know i can’t hold liquor.” gizelle smacked her lips, grabbing and pulling you towards the island. “bitch it’s homecoming! throw it back.” placing a shot glass with a slice lime on its rim in your hand. filled with nothing but her fav alcohol, don julio. you timidly lift the glass to your lips. gizelle playfully rolling her eyes and pushing the cup to your lips for you to down, watching your face scrunch in disgust with a giggle. “now we’re ready t’go.”

soon as the door opened the smells of alcohol, weed, and other substances filled your nose. clouded over ceilings and music thumping from the speakers while you and your girls weaved through the crowd straight towards the kitchen. where different bowls of punch made by the greeks were lined up on the table, “so what y’all feeling? i’m leaning towards oil, centaur piss or tiddy milk.” your friend gizelle grabbed a couple cups, you laughed reading over the labels. “greeks always come up with the freakiest shit for drinks.”

you settled for the tiddy milk, joining your friends who were drunkenly rapping and dancing to the music. sipping on the pina colada flavor drink as you glanced over the crowded room. eyes being met with low ones that were already on you. chilling against the wall in rotation, black fit contrasting nice against his deep caramel skin. your mystery boo, aran ojiro. he gives you a smirk and a acknowledging wink, leaving you flustered with a small smile. trying your best to focus on your friends but you kept looking back over your shoulder, body feigning to be by his side. the only thing grabbing your attention is your phone flashing and buzzing in your hand with a thread of texts.

‘you look so good’

‘can’t wait to have yo sexy ass to myself tn.’

‘pretty ass’

‘you givin’ me them looks, must be ready to go’

you give him a glance, aran practically eye fucking you from across the room as he took a long pull of the blunt. you throw him a small innocent nod, your friends picking up on the signs and having a silent conversation between themselves. exchanging looks of ‘she finna leave us for some dick’ and longs sips of their drinks in agreement ‘mhmm’. gizelle finally speaking up with quick bump to the side. “leaving soon?” you suck your teeth and roll your eye’s playfully, ignoring your friends teasing to focus on your boo. aran texting you a quick ‘bet’ pushing himself off the wall and getting ready to make his exit until a girl walked up on him, tugging on his shirt to bring him closer with a smile as she spoke with him.

your eyebrow raised with a scoff, eyeing the interaction from across the room. blood beginning to boil at how long the two have been talking. “ain’t nobody worth leavin’ for.” you say to your friend, turning your back on aran, setting your phone on do not disturb and focusing on the group of girl for the rest of the night. trying your best to not let someone you weren’t even exclusively dating get to you, but your friends definitely noticed the slight shift. “you good girl?”

you nodded, deciding to call it a night. you weren’t one to dampen the mood and mope around your friends. “m’ just tired, been out all day..” gizelle nodded, not asking anymore questions and dropping you off to your dorm, ready to listen whenever your ready to share. the drive back was quiet but comfortable, soft music playing through the speakers. you just staring out at the road post in your thoughts. you didn’t understand what was going on with you. yeah you liked aran, but the traits and behaviors you were throwing you off. some were good and some were bad, like jealousy.

an emotion you never really displayed until now, not even with previous flings or boyfriends. you never really had to compete for anyone’s attention, so where you found yourself now was was new.. and embarrassing. “see you tomorrow luv.” you blew her a kiss, grabbing your things and hopping out the car. walking toward the complex entrance, you found aran waiting for you. ignoring him you walked straight to the door, searching in your purse for your keys. “wassup, so you ignoring me now?” you shook your head, back still turned to him as you placed your id on the reader, unlocking the door. “didn’t think you cared whether i ignored you or not..

“you seemed to have a good convo with ole girl at the party..”

“so you gone be like this over a girl talkin’ to me?” aran raised a brow in confusion, turning you around to face him. you gave him little time though, pulling out your phone and texting your friends you made it home. “aran i’m wayyy too drunk for this conversation right now.” but you were interrupted by him snatching your phone out of your hand.

“man look..” he sighed, placing your phone in his pocket. “m’ not about to do this childish bullshit with you, so what’s up with you.” you shrugged your shoulders, finally facing him with a facade of no emotion. “it doesn’t matter, aran. none of this shit matters.” aran’s face flashing with confusion, taken back by your response. “you could wake up one morning deciding to ghost me for that girl who was feeling all up on you tonight, or any of the options in yo roster and it wouldn’t be shit i could do about it. so why would you care if i’m mad huh?!”

“so you wanna pull that card? you know i ain’t even on that timing.” aran sucked his teeth, jaw clenching with agitation. “everytime i show you any type of progress to something more YOU RUN. that shit confusing!” you close your arms around yourself, embarrassed that he truly paid attention to you and your actions. “whatever aran, can i just get my phone.” he scoffed, running his tatted hand down his face with a sarcastic laugh leaving his lips. “now it’s whatever, shit don’t feel good do it?”

“you the first girl in a while that i felt was fucking with me for me and not some basketball wife fantasy.” aran breathed out, pausing for a second before going on. “you ain’t gotta fight for no spot that already reserved for you ma.” head falling down in defeated with his hands in his pockets.

“but you think i’m privileged or this lil boy who playing games..”

“i don’t think your either aran..” you slowly approached him, engulfing him in a tight hug. aran nuzzled into your neck, hands wrapped tight around your waist as he melted into the sweet smell of your perfume. nothing no longer exchanged because everything had already be said with those few words. aran pulled back, looking into your eyes before closing your lips in a deep, heated kiss. eyes darting all over his face once he pulled back, “still staying with me tonight? so i can hold and kiss on you.”

“hm i don’t know.” hiding your smirk in his neck, trying to continue your pouty attitude, aran smacked his teeth rubbing his hands all over your curves. squeezing on the soft flesh of your ass. “c’mon mama, come home with me.” you sighed, giving him a soft smile. mind set on giving him a hard time the rest of the night as he tries to make it up to you but not even five minutes passed in his room before you were puddy in his arms.

your anklets dangling next your ear while aran folded you up in his bed, ready to split you open. your whines sounding off the walls as his heavy dick slapped down on your throbbing clit. “looka that wet ass pussy..” running it through your slit and teasing your entrance with his tip before sinking into you deep, eyes rolling back with a moan as he caressed your sweet spot within. aran watching the white ring form around the base from how eagerly you sucked him in. keeping that steady pace that had you leaking for him, your hand pushing at his pelvis to keep him from going too deep, only for him to remove it and place it on your lower belly. pushing it down for you to feel him fucking you in ways you’ve never felt before. “feel me huh? m’ all yours mama, this yo dick.”

“ain’t no reason to trip”

your back arching into his at the deep slow pace he maintained, making sure you feel every single inch he gave you. stretching and filling you full while his thumb circled your clit and setting the fire in the pit of your stomach ablaze, legs shaking in his hold. “o-ohhh my g-goddd, paaa.” his eyes flickering from your pooling mess to your glazed over eyes, moaning at how you clenched down on him. “i know baby, i know..”

oncoming orgasm swelling your walls and trying to push him out. “open up for daddy.” slowly hardening his thrust, hips slamming against your pelvis with precision. moans catching in your throat as aran watches your pretty brown breast bounce in his hold, nipples hard and erect from the cool air against your scorching skin. aran wrapping a strong hand around your neck leaning in and giving you a sloppy kiss, slipping his tongue in your mouth and swallowing every moan you let out for him. aran pulled back with a smirk, lips red and wet from the kiss. “you still mad at me..?” you came hard, creamy arousal coating his dick and pelvis. aran slowly stroking you through your orgasm with a smile.

“nah, you ain’t mad..”

[hyeque]

strawberry shortcake [tsukishima kei][nsfw]

synopsis: you let kei act out his wildest fantasies for his birthday

warnings: manhandling, cunninglius, food play, breast worship, kei being a dick (wow), mild hair pulling, choking

notes: this isn't as long due to time constraints (update: i lied, at the time i wrote this it wasn't but now it is), but it would be illegal for me not to write anything for my tsukkipoo's bday, so happy bday to one of like 4 of my main 2D husbands 🫶🏾💗 honestly i don’t know what this is

word count: 3.6kei

tsukishima never really considered his birthday to be a big deal, but when adding you to the equation, the man definitely can't lie and say he doesn't look forward to the occasion now.

from the minute it was midnight, you had made it everyone's—including kei's—personal problem that it was his birthday. with the way you got ecstatic about it, it's hard to be convinced that it's not your birthday.

tsukishima never bothered with asking you about plans, because every time he does, you never say. no matter how hard he pries or tries to bait you, you don't give in. it's irritating but admirable, he must admit.

so as he heads home that day from work (because adult mundane things don't stop for your birthday, of course) he's not sure what to expect. he had gotten a ton of messages from his team group insinuating you'll give him the best birthday sex ever, but he never really is one to entertain locker room talk persay. and even more truthfully, all of his lewd thoughts about you should only be reserved for him and him only.

he doesn't hear or see you when coming into your shared apartment. after calling out for you, he only hears small giggles from your shared bedroom and makes his way there.

to say he is pleasantly surprised is an understatement. throughout all the birthday messages and well wishes he'd gotten earlier today, he couldn't stop focusing on the meaning of your words from before he left that morning. a, "i look forward to seeing you later" and that was it. he will admit he was a bit grumpy you hadn't texted him throughout his day.

but he forgets all of that and nearly drops his work phone out of his hands when seeing the sight in front of him.

"happy birthday, kei."

you sit on the bed, naked and with nothing but two wrapped presents on your lap. a red ribbon adorns your neck, implying you're also a gift. on a tray only about a foot away from you is strawberry shortcake made just for him, along with his favorite meal (not you, specifically actual food—sorry to disappoint the audience).

if he were a horny and uncontrollable animal like his teammates, he'd send a picture of you joking about how right they all were, but he doesn't feel like it. he knows the scratch marks you'll put on his back will make up for everything he doesn't say to his team now.

it's silent as he stares at you and you start to feel small under his gaze. and unfortunately...he's not your normal everyday boyfriend. he's prickly and sometimes he shouldn't say things he doesn't mean, but he can't help himself sometimes. he doesn't always like to grant you the reactions you're hoping for immediately. sometimes he does things just to rile you up.

"you really think that just having sex with you would suffice as a good birthday present?" he asks, pushing his frames up his face. he moves so he's sitting on the bed in front of you, calculating eyes not letting you see more of his emotions than he wants.

you frown, rolling your eyes. not a hi, not a hello. nothing. "and you're saying it won't?"

kei knows his sharp tongue can easily get him in more trouble, and believe me, reader, when i say the last thing he wants to do—especially in this moment—is make you upset.

you slam down both presents in front of him, distracting him from his thoughts. "in case your thick head didn't know, i still got you an actual present."

once examining the gift you got him, his eyes soften as it was something he briefly mentioned once awhile ago. he didn't even think you remembered. the second gift was a framed photo of the two of you from your first ever date. you both were a little bit more shy and awkward then, but the memories it holds outweighed any of that.

he becomes quiet, feeling the heat from his face become scorching hot before he looks down at you with soft eyes now.

"thank you. i really appreciate it." he squeezes your hand three times before leaning down and placing a chaste kiss to your lips. your anger from earlier slightly subsides but you still feel slightly embarrassed and move to get up and change into clothes.

kei blocks you, a smirk creeps to his face. "but...i really appreciate you more..." he yanks you by the leg, pulling your body towards the edge of the bed.

"w-what are you doing?" you squeal, looking up at him with widened eyes.

"having dessert." he answers, his eyes focused on your glistening folds. his mouth is drooling at this point.

you try to speak but nothing but sputters come out of your mouth. "h-hey mister, your dessert is over—" you're cut off by a surprise moan escaping you as kei wraps his mouth over your lower region, all thoughts of a smart reply gone from your mind.

"one—it's sir to you, and two—for the record, you taste better than any strawberry shortcake, shortcake." he grins, moving to lap at your cunt again.

your mouth drops open into a gasp, and you move your hips back against his face shamelessly. "y-you said you didn't want sex as a present."

he tsks, rolling his eyes. "i didn't say that. i simply asked you a question earlier. which then, if you were my only gift"—he smacks the fat of your ass playfully, making you yelp—"i'd be stupid not to be grateful."

'damn right', you want to say, but settle on, "y-you're so...irritating..." you huff, fingers digging into the bedsheets as he laves over your insides like a starved man.

"hey—you're supposed to be nice to me, it's my birthday." he taunts, smirk gracing his (annoyingly) handsome face.

"i'll be nice to you alright—" you whine once the feeling of his fingers come into play, "god—you—" your words become choked up as two thick digits move inside of you.

"kei is just fine," he smiles, ravishing in the squelching mess that is your cunt. the sounds and smell of you are driving him absolutely insane, but he doesn't want you to know that just yet.

your legs are trembling and you both hate and love how easy it is for him to get you like this. your skin is covered with a thin layer of sweat and you whimper, looking up at your boyfriend in awe. he's removed his glasses and his hair is disheveled from a long day at work. you didn't know it was possible for someone to be this hot while eating you out.

and so it doesn't take long before your release approaches and you're shudder with euphoria as you decline from your high.

"good girl," he hums, pleased with you cumming all over his face.

tsukishima's large hands toy with the ribbon around your neck. you recognize the calculating look in his eyes and shiver, wondering what he's thinking.

"since you're my present, i get to do whatever i want with you, right?" he asks, his golden brown eyes meeting yours.

"y-yes..." you stutter, hands resting uncertainly on his broad shoulders. he senses your nervousness and only leans down to kiss you. you sigh, leaning into him, body practically straddling him. you grind up against his thigh, your cunt rubbing deliciously over the hard muscle.

"dirty girl..." he grunts, shoving his thigh further against you. he knows you must be soaking wet down there. he'll worry about his pants and dry cleaning later.

"kei..." you murmur, resting your head on his shoulder. your hands pull at his sweater, "off, take this off."

"didn't know you were in position to make such demands..." he tsks, leaning back to take off the sweater. you never get tired of seeing him. of how lean and toned he is. his porcelain skin is going be tainted by the time you're done with him tonight.

moving over tsukishima wordlessly, you kiss down his jaw and neck, nipping and biting playfully at the skin. you run your hands over his chest and stomach, admiring the refined muscle and how it ripples under your touch. soft moans leave him and his skin flushes a rose pink. he tugs you off, laying you back on the sheets.

his eyes move and land on the strawberry shortcake and he—much to your dismay—grabs a glob with his bare hand. before you can complain about your ruined masterpiece, he looks to you with a glint in his eyes.

"i knew this cake was missing something..." he murmurs as he smears the food onto your breasts and stomach, "one ingredient that's rare, and only available to one person."

you feel your face burn as he looks at you mischievously.

pinching your cheek with his clean hand he coos, "i'm so lucky i don't have to share that ingredient with anyone else, aren't i?"

"i'm going to be all sticky after this," you whine, grimacing from the thought.

"sure, but it won't be from the cake." kei quips, making you slap his chest.

the hand you use to hit him is easily pinned to the bed. he laves his mouth along your neck, sucking up the cake into his mouth. you gasp quietly, feeling his teeth nip playfully at your skin every now and then.

"fuck, kei..." you whimper.

"i think this is a much more efficient way to eat, don't you agree?" he hums mouth moving down to your collarbone. the marks left behind from his handiwork please him but make him all the more greedy at the same time. "every part of your body is sweet just like this cake."

you whimper, arching your back up into him as the tender skin of your breasts is sucked on, his mouth not hesitating to leave bruises in his path. with the way he kisses and licks your skin, you truly feel worshipped. especially when he makes it his agenda to kiss every square inch of you. he ends his ministrations with kisses on your cunt, causing you to jerk from sensitivity of cumming earlier.

"don't think i can go back to eating strawberry shortcake normally after that." he admits and you laugh before sitting up.

you crawl to the tent in his pants, hands moving to undo his belt but hear a sound of displeasure.

"no time." he swat your hand away from his crotch. you pout until he pulls himself out from his confines, his cock slapping his stomach as he steps out of his pants and boxers.

he's leaking an evident amount of pre and you wonder what universe you had to be put in to not be able to suck him off in this moment.

he kneels between your body, stroking himself but making no urgent move to line up with your hole. he seems to enjoy your squirming and smirks at the look of frustration on your face.

"you look hot when you're desperate like this." he says, gripping himself just a little tighter at how vulnerable you look before him.

your body jerks when you feel the head of his cock brush against your cunt. the feeling dissolves but then he repeats the same motion again.

"kei i swear if you don't put it in—"

"then what?" he challenges, only running his tip over your folds once more.

"is it really a crime to want to see you cry for my cock?" he asks, slapping his shaft against you. "it's my birthday so you have to do as i say now. so tell me how much you want it."

when he's met with silence, he raises a brow, wondering why you aren't speaking. "did you not hear me? or are you already too dumb to speak? i haven't even fucked you yet."

his large hand slides up to the column of your throat and a gasp of surprise leaves you. "you're acting kind of bratty right now, and i don't like it. i don't even think you deserve my cock."

you protest, "wait! please! i—"

he taps his chin, "but that's a problem for both of us, isn't it?" he grunts, probing his tip at your entrance, pressing the tip in, but not moving any further. one move and you could have him inside of you easily, but you don't dare defy him. he'll just get more upset.

he continues, "because you won't believe how badly i want to be buried in this tight cunt. but i could just fuck my fist or your mouth and call it a day—"

"n-no! i don't want that!" you blurt.

he grabs your jaw, a stern look on his face. "this isn't about what you want, baby. it's about listening and behaving to what i want. now what do you say?"

your head bows and shame swallows you whole. "please, sir. please fuck me like you mean it."

the look on kei's face suggests that he isn't exactly pleased, and the click of his tongue confirms. "i think you can beg better than that, shortcake. you've cried harder over cuddling* than getting fucked."

"that's not—" you bite your lip when his glare falls on you, "sir please! i promise i'll be good! i'll do everything you say, i swear!"

call him a sadist but it isn't until he sees tears brimming your eyes does he fully sheath himself into. the motion makes you gasp, and your voice is suddenly lost due to the feeling of him.

"see, now this, is a birthday gift." he says, breathing shaking as your insides envelope him. you always invite him in so easily, that's how he knows his cock is made for you, and your cunt is made for him.

"k-kei..." you stutter, the fullness making your senses heightened.

"always feel like i'm celebrating something when i'm in you." he huffs, his face flush as he squeezes his eyes shut. "god, you always feel too good..."

the slow clap of his hefty balls against your ass begins to fill the room. he thinks you look pretty with the look of ecstasy on your face right now as his cock hits all of the parts of you that make your toes curl.

"creaming all over my cock like this, you might be the best present i've ever had." he grunts, moving his hand to play with your clit. "so pretty like this..."

and just like he knows, your nails dig into his back, gently but thoroughly scraping at his skin as he pounds into you. it takes everything in him to not cum right there and then. you find yourself babbling his name, chanting it and telling him how good he feels.

his mouth is moving over all parts of you to taste and lick the cake he missed from before. he groans something about you tasting sweeter today especially.

you don't get a chance to warn kei about your creeping orgasm, and just lock your legs around him as it all comes crashing down over you. he groans, nearly losing his composure as your cunt milks him. he swears before pulling out of you, flipping the two of you so that your body is on top of him.

"be a good present and ride me." he says, smacking your ass.

you waste no time and scramble to adjust yourself. your legs are still trembling when you sink back down on him but you can careless. you both groan, stilling for a moment, as you stare at each other. he laces his hand with yours and squeezes it again.

once accommodating the full and new feeling from the angle you're at, you slowly move on him.

"oh fuck." he hisses, head falling back against the pillows. you place your hands on his thighs before leaning back and bouncing yourself. his hands move over you, whispering words of affection and marveling you in his own quiet and loving way.

"god look at you," kei breathes, staring up at you like you're an angel descended from heaven. his mouth falls open slightly and soft moans escape as he watches you.

"always look so fucking beautiful when you ride me like this." he continues, conflicted on if he should lay back and view you or shove his face between his (yes, his because everything about you is his) tits.

as infuriating kei tsukishima can be, there's never a time that he doesn't make you feel so loved, and full of worth and praise. albeit these moments are shared more privately, but you won't trade the image of his half lidded eyes, flush face, and lovesick expression for anything else.

he decides to lay back and is pleasantly surprised when you lean over him anyways, offering the best view of your tits in his face. his large hands move to knead and play with them, then making you shudder and cry out of pleasure when he sucks on them.

"k-kei..." you breathe, voice caught in your throat as you grind down on him, flipping between that and bouncing on his cock. it's almost like your body is possessed in a way. he knows and you know just how cock hungry this man can make you and how your mind resorts to mush.

kei would get on his knees and thank the gods right now if he could just from seeing the sight of you so focused to getting yourself and him off with his dick. and he doesn't want to have it any other kind of way. there's a strange satisfying feeling to being used and he's not opposed to it.

"does it feel good, baby? does my cock make you feel this good? tell me." he ghosts his hands over your hips and groans, watching the sinful way that they move.

"f-fuck, feels so good, kei! i love sitting on your cock!" you whine, tears brimming your eyes. tsukishima feels himself throb in you before moaning again, not caring how desperate he sounds.

"yes, keep fucking me like this, don't stop." he gasps, trying his best to keep his hands from grabbing your hips and fucking up into you how he likes.

he can feel his resolve crumble as he approaches his high. "you're going to let me cum inside you, yeah? like the dirty girl that you are?" he smacks your ass, making you clench sinfully and deliciously on him.

you nod rapidly, nails digging into his ravished porcelain skin. "fuck yes, kei, i want all of it. cum inside of me, please!"

he grins, your whining riling him up as he pounds into you harder. he flips you over again and your legs are thrown over his shoulder and your body pinned down on the bed. everything is so loud and messy, but he's too hyper focused on filling you up to care.

"shit, fuck, i'm gonna cum. i'm going to fill you up so fucking full." he yanks you by your hair and kisses all down your neck. by his erratic breathing you know he's at his peak.

"kei, i'm—!" you gasp, your third orgasm seizing you as your cunt clamps down on him.

"ha—" he chokes, hips stilling and back shuddering as the dam inside of him breaks. the most lewd groan escapes him and you clench harder when feeling the warm of his cum spill into you. the throbbing from him evident as his balls fully empty themselves into you.

barely catching your breath, you reach up and kiss him. his mouth tastes like the cake you made him and you feel your face burn as you taste a hint of yourself as well.

your start to move yourself off of him and he grunts out of displeasure.

"not yet. just want to be in you for a bit longer." he says, hands gripping your hips tightly.

"okay." you respond, leaning down to kiss his face, neck, and collarbone. he shivers at your touch and you feel his cock twitch inside of you once more.

"you're going to start something you can't finish." he complains, pinching your side to get you to stop.

you laugh, hiding your face in his necks. "whatever you say. so...how was your birthday present?"

"i loved it. i'm going to put the photo on my desk at work." he answers, smirking as you bite his ear in warning.

"not that present, dummy." you sit up before gesturing to the bow around your neck.

tsukishima hums, his hand resting on your neck before looking at you.

"absolutely irreplaceable. i couldn't have asked for anything better, and i'm feeling incredibly lucky.

"well i'm glad, birthday boy," your eyes fall back on the food. "are you hungry? do you want more cake?"

"no...but speaking of cake, i just realized something." tsukishima says, playing with your fingers.

you tilt your head. "what?"

"your pussy always tastes the sweetest when i'm dripping out of it." he smiles.

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[dilfl0v3rss]

aran fucking yn's shit up after he saw her purposely flirting with other guys😜

aran so mf fine yall like ughhhh😩😩

you had told this man over and over again that you did not want to be at this damn party. aran has been practicing nonstop and when he’s not practicing he’s playing in his matches so you wanted to take this night to spend time with your man, but of course he wasn’t having that. “ma we just beat our rivals, we gotta go” he said as he brushed his waves in the mirror. his muscular tattooed back facing you as he stood in just his sweatpants. you were in the bed, his t shirt covering most of your body as you sat on your knees staring at him. “pa i want us t’stay here tonightttt. let’s watch movies and have sex” you whined, making aran chuckle in the mirror before turning around and approaching you. his happy trail in your face as he held your head up by your chin. “we can watch movies and have sex another night mama. tonight we going to celebrate the win.”

now you were here, perched on your boyfriends lap as he talked about the highlights of the game with his teammates. “they was getting mad when me and aran kept scoring off of our serves” atsumu said, aran, osamu, and suna chuckling as they thought back to the game. “yea i saw them arguing in the middle of the court. looked like they was damn near ready to fight” aran said, his big hands rubbing up and down your thighs as he spoke. you doubt that he knew it, but he was making you incredible horny. his freshly faded hair along with his tight black shirt and grey sweats. his black cat jordan’s tapping on the floor as he spoke. his muscular brown arms with tattoos dancing along the skin and his big strong hands playing with the fat of your thighs. he was driving you nuts. you slowly leaned your head down to his ear, your tone sweat and low as you caressed the nape of his neck. “daddy i wanna fuck” you whispered.

all aran gave as a reply was a quick “later ma” before continuing on with his conversation. anger rushed through your veins as you quickly got up and walked away. “what’s wrong wit her?” atsumu mumbled as he watched you storm off deeper into the party. aran just rolled his eyes. “don’t worry bout it bro. she just in one of her moods” as aran continued on being a dickhead, you made your way to the kitchen for a couple drinks. “if ima be here all night i might as well” you mumbled as you poured yourself a hefty cup of what looked like pink whitney. you were halfway done with your cup when you realized you left your phone with aran. “fuck” you said as you began your journey over to him. however, you were stopped in your tracks as you witnessed a group of girls in his and his friend’s faces. atsumu was already making his way upstairs with two as well as osamu with another two while the other four were of course in your man’s face.

“we love watching you play, you’re so talented aran really!” one girl said, her group of friends nodding along to what she was saying, giggling as aran gave her a kind smile from his seat on the couch. “preciate it. glad y’all liked the show” you didn’t even care about the phone anymore. all you thought about was revenge as you went right to the dining room. some if his teammates were there playing pong so you knew it was the perfect place to get aran’s attention. “can i play?” you asked, your sweet voice catching the attention of almost every man in the room. “f’course y’can pretty. you on my team” a guy said. he was cute, tall, lightskin with curly hair. typical fuckboy, but you didn’t care. ‘must be on the football team’ you thought as you noticed the school logo they all got tattooed on his upper arm. you smiled as you approached him, telling him your name before the two of you approached the table.

of course aran’s teammates snitched on you. they were loyal to your boyfriend. plus, you needed them to tell anyways so you can carry out with your revenge. after you, and who you came to know as malik, won another game you raised your hands in the air, purposely bouncing your breasts in “excitement” before giving him a big hug. his muscular body making it hard for you to even wrap your arms around him fully. as the two of you released each other, you felt malik lightly tap your shoulder. “you wanna go upstairs” he whispered. your pretty face making him weak for you as he practically begged you to go with him with his eyes. you were going to shoot him down gently, but your words were cut off by the sound of a deep voice behind you. “nah she good, we boutta leave anyways” aran said, leaving no room for complaint as he took your arm and walked you out of the party.

“got me fucked up” he mumbled as he opened the passenger door for you to get in the car. you slowly sat down, waiting for him to get to his side before you opened your mouth to speak. without looking at you aran spoke instead. “don’t say nun. just take what i give you at the house” his words brought a smirk to your face as aran started his car and began driving the both of you home. the ride was silent and so was the walk into your bedroom. the only sounds coming from either of you were small clanks and clothes shuffling as you changed into one of his t shirts. “take that off” aran mumbled, eyes trained on you as he pointed at the black fabric covering your body. “why? i always wear your shirts to bed” you whined, earning you a stern look as aran made his way towards you. “you not going to bed”

before you could reply, the shirt was snatched off of you. aran pushed you down on the bed before slowly getting on his knees. “if you cum before i say, ima spank you” he mumbled before immediately getting to work. your back arched off the bed at the sudden action. the wetness of his tongue bringing a cool feeling to your clit as he payed close attention to your entrance. he fucked with with his wet mussel, aran’s long tongue giving you the most pleasure you’ve had in days as you kept your legs wide open for him. you moved your hands towards his hair, but they were pulled back down and held on your stomach by one of his hands. aran quickly got back to eating, this time focusing on your clit while breaching your entrance with two thick fingers.

he sucked on your clit delicately before flicking his tongue all around it. “fuck a-aran it feels so good” he replied with a “mhm”, the vibrations of his deep voice making your pussy flutter around his fingers. he knew you weren’t going to last much longer, so to punish you he worked harder. aran’s fingers moved deeper into you as he tongue kissed your clit. his wet tongue swirling all over the bud as he continued humming into your pussy. “shit….wait daddy m’finna….oh my god arannn” your orgasm hit you hard. your legs shaking rapidly as your release shot out of you and all over aran’s face. he stood up, dick fighting against the cotton of his sweats as aran walked towards his dresser.

too in a daze to understand what was going on, you mindlessly let him turn you on your stomach when he came back. ass high in the air as you instantly arched your back as deep as you could. “so needy” he mumbled before taking both of your hands and putting them behind your back. aran attached the fur handcuffs to your wrists before rubbing his big hands all over your ass. occasionally spreading you to get a good look at your awaiting pussy. “you like t’get me mad baby?” you figured now would be the best time to answer truthfully, the yearning for another orgasm clouding your brain as you quickly replied with the truth. “mhm….wanted you t’fuck me” a smile graced aran’s features as he listened to you snitch on yourself. you were such a slut for his dick you had no problem telling him all your sins in hopes that he’ll fuck you.

“so you flirting wit other niggas just so daddy could fuck this pretty pussy?” you replied with a quick “mhm” earning you a hard slap to your ass. aran would usually start of lighter and build up to harder slaps, but tonight he had no patience for it. a loud whine rang through the room as you wiggled your ass at the contact. the flesh already heating up from the force of his hand. he spanked you two more times, each so hard that you knew you’d have a big handprint there in the morning. “that’s not nice mama. if i say no, you supposed to be a good girl and respect that. not go out and be a brat so you could get what you want” you felt no remorse from his words and he could tell by the way your pussy began to leak as he spoke. you were just ready to get fucked. “m’sorry daddy” you said in a sultry tone, your arousal dripping down your thighs as you repeatedly clenched your pussy. aran smirked at the action, giving you another three hard slaps to each of your cheeks.

the volume of your whines increased as you grew restless from the lack of attention to your aching core. “daddy please fuck me. m’so wet please please please” there’s was nothing in this world aran wanted more than to fuck you silly right now. his dick was so hard his precum leaked through his boxers and sweatpants, a small wet patch pointed towards your pussy as if his dick were chasing you. “you gon be good f’me-” “yess! yes i’ll be so good f’you papa” you yelled into your pillow as you wiggled your ass in anticipation. aran slowly freed his dick from his sweats, his tip almost red from how neglected he’s left himself. his precum had the whole top half of him wet at he lined it up with your awaiting pussy. aran knew he shouldn’t be fucking you right now. he should be stroking himself to his release while keeping you face down in the pillow with nothing so you could learn to stop playing with him, but he was so weak for you sometimes it made him sick.

he sunk into you fully, giving you no time to adjust as he began hungrily pounding you into the mattress. he was just as pent up and horny as you right now and all he couldn’t think of was his release. “fuck fuck fuckk…ma you so damn wet” he groaned, his dick twitching repeatedly as he felt your wet walls clench around him. “daddy i love you so much….wont do it again shittt” aran knew you were lying through your teeth, but he couldn’t find it in him to care right now. fucking you with so much vigor your headboard began to slam into the wall. “s’my pussy right mama? say it f’me” the cuffs around your wrists clanked together repeatedly as you tried your best not to reach for him. he was just fucking you so good you needed something to grab. aran noticed this and once again, spoiled you by holding both of your hands in his. he began hitting you deeper, his dick hitting your g spot as you screamed out your response. “yesss fuckkk. this your pussy daddy please m’gonna cummm”

the constant stimulation to your g spot made your legs shake as your orgasm began to rush out of you. clear liquid flying everywhere, wetting aran’s six pack and some of his chest while the rest of it soaked the bed under you. the sight made him weak in the knees as he felt his dick twitch for the final time inside of you before he came as well. “shit ma” he moaned as he spilled his seed deep into you, heavy hand giving you light slaps on the ass while aran moaned about how much he loved you. before you knew it the both of you hit the bed, passed out in pure bliss.

aran was first to wake up, slowly removing the cuffs from your wrist and throwing them somewhere in the room before pulling your body onto his chest. you stirred awake, lifting your head a little to give him a kiss before laying back down his chest. “m’sorry for flirting with another guy. i really won’t do it again” you whispered but aran heard you. giving you a kiss on the forehead while rubbing his hand up and down your back. “s’okay ma, we can talk about it inna mornin” and gave him a quiet “kay” before kissing his chest and letting sleep take the both of you again.

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·˚ ༘ 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒐 ➪ fluff, shy!black reader, black!reader, reader gets nervous a lot 😣

₊˚ෆ 𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 - you/they pucker up the courage to ask you out.

ミ★ 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 It’s been awhile since I’ve updated but I’m really starting to lose motivation for writing 😕, so I apologize for late updates but I will try to give you guys short stories, something you guys can read that’s new from me but good news Is we’re almost at 1k followers :)

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line up: kuroo, miya twins and akashi.

❤︎︎# — 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 you had a crush.

a fat one at that. It was a captain..with black hair, bangs covering his left eye, eyes that looked like a cat and went to nekoma..kuroo testuro. you've been crushing on him for the past year and but never had the courage to ask him out on a date. the team knew of your so called crush on their enemy team absolutely despising you liking their captain. they tried to get you to like someone else who was BETTER than that jackass..tried so many times but failed seeing how you look at him.

every training camp they have with the different schools you're always googling at him with heart eyes. It was disgusting according to yū. but you didn't care, all you cared about was him..the boy you had fell for. straight heart eyes as you watched him play against the team, kiyokō advised to you to talk, just ask him out on a date but being the shy and quiet girl that you are you couldn't! I mean you do have his phone number from the last training camp but even so you’re still nervous!. how could you talk to someone like him?! he was so..so perfect. such a gentleman, so sweet and kind— then there's you. an absolute klutz whose shy and quiet.

you sighed from your thoughts In your hand as your cheek rested on your palm watching the teams play. you tried to keep your eyes away from him but you couldn't..the way he played was so attractive. your eyes drooped as a small smile formed against your face. you were so lost In a love gaze you didn't notice you had a job to do, tobio looked back to get your attention but groaned face dropping as he saw you googling at him again. short after all of the team looked at you. "y/n." daichi said but gained nothing. you were gone. tsukishima grinned, drinking from the water bottle shaking her head, "seems like our shy manger Is In love with the captain." he teased gaining groans from everyone, "how could she possibly like him!?." hinata asked, glancing at you getting shrugs.

"who knows, but our little bird Is spreading her wings~." tanaka joked, flapping his hands as a motion of bird wings. "yeah right. she can't even have the courage to ask him out." nishinoya stepped In, "everytime he's In her point of view she gets lost In a daze like he hypnotized her!." he pointed behind him. "y/n!." sugawara shouted catching the other teams attention, nekoma turned around at the sudden shout, kuroo who raised a brow feeling a stare set on him. his eyes roamed to meet yours who glanced away last second jumping up In surprise from the yell. "y-yeah!?." you seen your team look at you with blank stares feeling embarrassment cover you. "we've been calling your name for the past two minutes you know!." nishinoya said annoyed, nodding your head. "yes! sorry..I got lost In my head. a lot of thoughts you know?." you tried to lie your way through but everyone knew It was a lie, all groaning and sighing shaking their heads.

"well now since we have your attention. we lost the game, which means we're on cleaning duty." out of all things cleaning duty..? when you tried to say something you got shushed, "If you try to complain we'll sit you out from helping with the next game." your mouth dropped, as they began to walk away having to chase after them "aww cmon guys! wait!." from the other side of the game, kuroo kept a glance on you with a small snicker. so cute. kenma who was beside him raised a brow at the sudden laugh, "what are you laughing at?." he mumbled catching his attention, shaking his head.

"nothing."

——

after dinner karasuno had to clean the dining hall as their punishment for losing three games In a row. tsukishima, yamaguchi, ashai and nishinoya were on trash duty, daichi, and sugawara, were wiping down tables, kageyama and hinata doing dishes— arguing as always as you, and kiyoko were sweeping the floors. It was plain silence apart from the distance yelling and Insults from Kageyama and hinata, focusing on sweeping the floor getting lost In your thoughts. going back to him...his brownish eyes that stared back at you made butterfly's flutter. even If It was for a second you couldn't help but geek over It. but you also had a pent up heart. you’ve been liking him for so long, even now you don’t have the courage to ask him out on a proper date. kiyoko noticed you were deep In thoughts raising her brow, "what are you thinking about?." you snapped out of your thoughts. "huh? oh! nothing." you gave her a smile, but even behind that bright smile of yours, you had other feelings behind It. kiyoko shook her head placing the broom down grabbing a hold of your hand dragging you some place. you look confused dropping your broom, forced to follow her out the dining hall.

"Is It about him again?." she asked finally letting go of your hand with crossed arms, you looked at her with a craze face. "what?! of course not—." "y/n." she warned, and you sighed with a small pout. "ok fine. It Is about him. but I can't help It kiyoko! he's just so..sweet and so kind..he's a gentleman! he's cute, he has nice eyes, a nice smile— any girl would like a guy like that!." — "and If a girl liked that guy so much, you should ask him out, no?." you shook your head waving your hands In front of you. "w-what?! I can't do that, I barely have the courage when he speaks to me!. I get all shy and I go quiet. how could I possibly ask a guy like him out on a date?! what If I'm not his type? what If he thinks I'm weird? what If—!." — "y/n! listen to yourself. you’ll be fine, just talk to him. you said he’s sweet right?.” you nodded your head, “then go talk to him!.”

talk to him..

talk to him?!

how can I talk to him when I'm like this?! when will I get a chance to even talk to him?. ugh! liking boys Is strange. you sat up from your futon ripping off your covers to go outside the room, you opened the door to scope the halls out but when you didn't see anyone you quietly walked out closing the door behind you. to clear your head you decided to roam the halls, something you would do when you had troubled nights. It was dark and quiet, It felt peaceful, giving your mind to rest. It has been a few minutes since you left your room, 11:34pm to be exact. Its been a few minutes 5-10 since you left the room deciding to head back before you got caught by daichi again..you remembered the first night when you were out In the halls and he came out of nowhere! daichi was a strange man..but he was your best friend.

smiling to yourself at the thought you continued to walk back to your room but didn’t notice anyone else coming. when you continued to walk, the footsteps faded In, feeling a presence behind you and a small yawn after. you turned around to see— kuroo?!. he was In a white shirt, black shorts with his hair down. kuroo squinted his eyes with another yawn, "y/n? what're you doing up?." heart began to pound, you weren't prepared for this!!. "uh..I just— I was just walking around?." from being a freak show of lies, you couldn't find yourself to do It now, just turning away from embarrassment.

kuroo who raised a brow In confusion but turned lightly red seeing what you were wearing turning away with wide eyes, quickly avoiding you In respect clearing his throat. "then, I'll be on my way then yeah?. goodnight y/n." as he began walking away your heart started to pound. was kiyoko right? If I like him so much I should just ask him out.. your heart sped up more and more as anxiety breached In. this could possibly be your only chance considering you won't see him that much tomorrow. ugh! when kuroo brushed passed you, It felt like time slowed down, throwing a hand to grip his hand catching his attention. he didn't say anything but he didn't let go of your hand which surprised you but shook your head.

you looked nervous. the grip you had a hold of his hand tightened taking a small deep breath In and out. "I-I was wondering If you would go on a date? with me?." silence. your heart dropped not getting an answer possibly thinking you've embarrassed yourself, quickly letting go of his hand with an awkward smile, you rambled, "you know what, just forget any of this happened. I wasn't even here! goodnigh—!." soft lips Interlocked with yours, widening your eyes In surprise. surprised the guy you liked kissed you. you closed your eyes savoring the moment placing a hand on his cheek, tilting your head to the side to deepen It hearing a soft groan. the grip he had on your waist trailing up slightly up your shirt to grip your waist better, a shiver went up your spine feeling his cold hands on your skin. he was so gentle with you.

the moment only lasted a few seconds, before kuroo was the first one to pull back with a sluggish grin, "does that answer your question birdie?." he teased pulling back fully seeing your shock state with a chuckle, "I have your number so I'll text you. goodnight birdie." he walked away. you felt like screaming but you didn't, quickly walking back to where you and kiyoko were sleeping. when you got to your sleeping bag you Instantly cuddled your pillow touching your lips with a giddy smile, "he kissed me.." his lips were so soft and sweet..the movements and hand placement on your hip made you have butterflies. he such a curse took to you..

damn you kuroo testsuro.

❤︎︎# — 𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮 & 𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 there was no doubt you caught feelings for them both. atsumu and osamu. the miya twins and might I add the two famous faces In school. you were friends with them both, really close friends actually. during the time being with them everyday and talking with them everyday you've developed some feelings for them both, they were different In their own way. osamu was more on the chill side as atsumu was more of a jackass but nice In his own way. to be honest no one expected a thing from you..not even them! except your best friend. kita. the very first person to greet you when you first came to the school, kita was very Intelligent and Imitating In a way, he was able to read you like a book while others couldn't. he knew you liked the twins which he absolutely supported but he was wary around atsumu, he was a nice guy but let's his ego get the best of him.

like I mentioned, atsumu was a jackass. If you annoyed him In the slightest bit he would get Irritated with you and say the most ridiculous thing to you to shut your mouth up, he had an attitude like a angry grandma who got disturbed In his sleep. so when you first met the twins you were scared of atsumu till osamu reassured you and Introduced you both, and now you're all best friends!. talk and walk everyday, most students would question If you’re In a relationship with one of em or both of em. you could only wish for the possible but you doubt they would like you. they only liked you as their friend.

which sucked.

but as long as you can keep this with them you're fine. for the twins, they were really easy to read, but you being too naive and oblivious didn't get the hint. whenever osamu would take you out just one on one you would think It's a hang out but reality he thinks it's a date. osamu knew you thought It was a hang out not wanting to make anything awkward so he stayed quiet not willing to correct you, leaving him with his own thoughts and delusion. for atsumu he was..odd? he would blabber on and on about something, complimenting you everyday, "y/n looking good!." "you know, you should wear your natural hair more. It looks cute on you." "you have such pretty eyes you know?." you thought It was sweet of him to compliment you everyday but It Irritated kita that the fact you weren't catching on.

he didn't wanna say anything wanting you to figure It out yourself but GOD how patient he had to be with you. atsumu would make It very clear he wants you, osamu was lowkey about It but still made It clear. but It wasn't working!. you liked them, so much yes. but you just don't wanna assume and embarrass yourself when you decide to confess, like you did last time with a guy you liked In middle school..gives you the chills. but overall they were also waiting for a perfect time to confess, with nationals coming up they've been busy non stop with practices. for a straight month you guys haven't talked that much or walked home together. you do admit, It was getting lonely walking home and eating alone without them.

the twins have tried to make room to spend time with you but It could never be fulfilled due to strict orders from their coach. and with school work they have to be passing In order to play at nationals which gives them less time to hang out out after school. students took notice of this beginning with rumors, like, "did they finally get sick of her?." "I can shoot my chance!." "haven't seen them together In over a month.." "did they break up?." It aggravated you of how much these Idiots didn't know a thing about what's going on but you didn't let It get to you continuing to go about your day..It was towards the end of school, going to your locker to grab your stuff, replacing your school shoes with your normal ones walking towards the front gate, as you were walking humming along the tune that played In your ear buds you heard a crowd forming. you stopped In your tracks raising a brow, taking an ear bud out to hear the chaos, It was coming from the gym?

Is everything ok? you decided to walk over overhearing loud voices you recognized, It was the twins. and they were fighting..yet again. you pushed past the crowd to take a look for yourself and was surprised to see them In a psychical fight? aran was pulling atsumu off osamu who was being held back by yuto, "If you weren't so terrible today maybe this wouldn't had happened!." atsumu yelled, osamu who growled In responses wiping his mouth, "people have their off days dude! just because your mr perfect doesn't mean everyone has to be at the same level as you!." "then quit!." was the last thing atsumu said, pushing aran off him as he stormed away, you assumed to the locker rooms, osamu staring In disbelief but scoffed walking the other way.

what just happened..

aran sighed watching him storm off, turning around to see you stand there with confusion. "hey..y/n." he said awkwardly, waving at him with a thin smile, "what happened?." you've never seen the twins get Into a psychical fight before, It kind of made you upset seeing them that mad at each other. aran sighed shaking his head, "for the past week they've been off their game, atsumu serving sloppy sets, osamu making mistakes left and right. no one knows what's going through their heads, and during practice today It triggered them both off." off their game huh?. "I'll go check on them. thanks aran." you gave him a warm smile before walking towards the locker room, luckily no one was In there but him, opening the door with a small knock. "tsumu?." nothing. but you walked In anyway, turning around the corner to see him on the bench face covered with his hands.

you could see some faint red marks probably from rubber warm being on the gym floor and some small bits of dark red. was he bleeding?. "tsumu." you said again and this time he looked up, he was bleeding. you sighed walking towards him, as he followed you with his gaze standing In front of him taking his face Into your hand. he was bleeding from his nose but It wasn't bad, "you're bleeding you know." you tried joking with him but got nothing feeling your heart race, you bit your bottom lip, using your thumb to wipe away the bits off his face but he hissed from the stingy sensation pulling his head away from you, "I'm fine, y/n." he said with a harsh tone, eyebrows furrowing. "tsumu—." you tried but got Interrupted by him giving you a glare, "I said I’m fine! would you just buzz off somewhere else!." he yelled at you. that was a first. you didn't say anything but took a step back bringing your hands to yourself with a short nod.

"I'll leave you alone..but you could've asked a little nicer." when you walked out, you made sure he heard the loud slam flinching from the sound sighing deeply to himself falling back onto the bench. when you left you felt awful wanting to go home and..cry but you knew osamu was still here. you were going to feel bad If you didn't check up on him so you sucked up your feelings and walked to where osamu went. when you walked to another part of the gym you see him sitting down on the ground with his head hung low, you smiled softly walking quietly over to him, kneeling down, grabbing ahold of his hands. osamu looked up to see you staring at him with soft eyes. you didn't say anything but examined his face, he wasn't beaten up that bad, just minor scratches and a busted lip.

"you okay?." you finally spoke up, osamu shook his head with a scoff squeezing your hands, "not really." he spoke In a low tone, sighing. "you know I hate when you two fight but to the point where you guys are putting hands on each other? what's gotten Into you both." osamu sighed, finally making eye contact with you. "with nationals coming up and everyone being on edge..I guess It built up frustration and stress." unlike his brother he's more calmer and willing to talk about his feelings, It made you mentally sigh In relief that they weren't like each other, hearing some communication from the other half put you back In a better mood. "and today during practice we were playing really sloppy we ended up getting mad at each other which lead up to that." he shrugged, "but I'm fine." he reassured, you nodded slowly still feeling a little down about what happened with atsumu.

you knew he could get In a mood but you didn't expect him to do It with you. osamu noticed your mood was down, squeezing your hand, "what's wrong with you?." he asked noticing your face, you looked up from your thoughts shaking your head, "nothing! I'm f-." "y/n." you sighed In defeat. "fine. when I went to check up on atsumu..he was all upset and mad he ended up yelling at me. but I'm ok!." he yelled at you? what an asshole, osamu scoffed but didn't let It take too much over his emotions just bringing your body down towards his, hugging you. you were surprised from the sudden movement but stayed comfortably In his arms. you were so warm..the comfort he gained from you calmed him down a bit. you guys had stayed like this for a few more minutes, osamu pulling back just enough to see your face.

you were so beautiful.

you always have been, pretty e/c eyes..he doesn't know what took over him but he started to lean In, like being hypnotized you started leaning In too, before you knew It. your lips locked with one another, It was a slow and gentle kiss bringing your hand to place on his cheek, tilting your head to deepen It hearing him groan quietly. osamu pulled you closer to his body, kissing you back with a sweet taste. for a few more seconds you were first to pull back with a soft smile, "didn't know you were so bold." osamu rolled his eyes at the tease, pecking your lips again, "had to take my chance." It was your turn to roll your eyes, "you dork." he smiled leaning down to kiss you again, he's been waiting so long to do this, he felt relieved.

after the whole thing at the gym, walking you back home with one last kiss. It was quiet In their room. osamu on the top bunk, atsumu on the bottom staring at the ceiling with frowns on their faces. thinking back tot he fight atsumu started to realize what he did, when he calmed down In the locker room he Instantly felt bad for yelling at like that. and the fight with samu? hitting his own brother took a toll on him, he felt Instant regret but being stubborn as hell he didn't say anything. osamu was jus as stubborn but more mature than his brother, but not liking the tension In the air he sighed, "tomorrow you should apologize to y/n. you messed up dude." atsumu sighed, turning to his side to face the wall, "I know.." osamu raised a brow looking down, "wanna play smash bro's?." It was silent for a bit before atsumu answered. "yeah."

It was there Idea of making up, playing video games and slowly getting back to how they were. but as they were playing the game osamu took a pause, "hey bro?." he said, atsumu looking at him with chips stuffed In his mouth with a raised brow. osamu looked at him In disgust but shook his head, "I ended up confessing to y/n. well, I kissed her—" "you got to kiss her?! dude!." he said with his mouth full hitting osamu In the arm who hissed looking at him with a glare, " It was In the heat of the moment!. but that wasn't all I wanted to tell you..I think you should also confess to her." "so kiss her like you did?." he hit him In the head, atsumu pouting at the hard hit. "no you dimwit. jus, when you're apologizing confess to her."

he told him to not kiss you but he was going to do It anyways. stubborn as usual. the next day at school he seen you at your locker getting ready to leave for the day, the entire day he tried to talk to you but always got caught Into something, unlike osamu he got to hang out with you..like you guys were a couple. It pissed him off, but he was at fault here. when he finally got a chance to talk to you he felt his stomach drop, he was nervous. what If you don’t wanna talk to him? or you hate him??? as the steps got louder the more he started to feel nervous. when he made It behind you, he cleared his throat. "hey y/n." hearing his voice you paused your hand, you didn't turn around fully but just turned your head to look at him, he looked nervous. "hi atsumu." ouch. he slightly pouted not hearing his usual "tsumu!." but shook It off, scratching the back of his neck, "about yesterday..I'm really sorry for yelling at you. after the fight and practice I got so pent up with frustration I took It out on you and..I shouldn't have. so I'm sorry." hearing his apology your eyebrows knotted together with a frown, turning fully around with crossed arms, "do you mean that?." he nodded his head, placing his hands on your arms, "I do. plus I have something else to tell you." before you could ask what It was, you felt soft lips ontop of yours. your eyes widened but you slowly relaxed In his touch kissing him back.

very clear as day both twins like you back.

what a day.

you trailed your hand up to wrap around his neck as his hands grabbed your waist pulling you closer to him. he was so lost In the kiss, he didn't realize he was getting a little rough, you groaned a little trying to keep up with him. a few seconds or more, you pulled back out of breath staring at him with wide eyes. atsumu just grinned finally getting his chance to kiss you, "I like you—like a lot! I don’t know how many times I’ve tried to tell you but I really like you y/n…both me and osamu actually.” he gave you a childish smile, “and If you’re willing to go for It, would you be our girlfriend?.” you thought this day would’ve never came. from all the excitement that rushed through your body you jumped Into his arms, going back to kiss him. atsumu was surprised a little but smile In the kiss hugging you back,

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

❤︎︎# — 𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 "so you like the quiet guy huh?, why not just ask him out? I don't know what the big deal Is anyways." he said tossing the ball over the net for you to spike It back down with a huff, "because tetsu, It's not that easy!. I can barely talk to him what makes you think I have the confidence to ask him out??." grunting as you jumped up Into the air to spike the ball back Into kuroo's hands who sighed, "this might be your only chance, If another girl who likes him you're gonna lose your shot. so take It while you have It. plus! we're stuck with each other for a whole week, make It count." he threw the ball back over, you groaned going back up to spike the ball back down with a heavy thud hitting the floor, flying past kuroo's leg.

"there you go! a few more of these and you’ll catch up to me!.." you rolled your eyes placing a hand on your hip, “funny. but let’s not forget who’s an ace and who’s not cat brain.” kuroo poked his lip out In a joking way, “no reason to rub It In ms. ace.” you gave him a small laugh, seeing the ball go up In the air smacking air back down doing a like shot, few more of these and I might be able to do these In real games. going to go for another— "I see you’re getting better at spiking y/n?.”." crap! you paused mid movement having the ball bounce on top of your head making you stumble a bit but quickly stood up straight with a smile on your face waving at him. "hey akashi!." you side glared at kuroo who grinned looking back at akashi waving as well, "hey man, care to join us? you can set y/n a few balls.” no no no— "I don’t mind." fuck. you growled under your breath looking back at tetsuro who gave you a thumbs up and a wink. great. what a life.

after hours from the practice matches, bokuto, kuroo, akashi, tsukishima and you were all In the gym practicing. you and bokuto were practicing your spikes as tsukishima and kuroo were practicing blocks. you were trying to not get distracted from the fact your crush was In the same room as you, setting balls your way!. being the best ace In japan, best spiker nation wide, your spikes were all sloppy and messy right now!. kuroo noticed this with a raised brow but stayed quiet watching further notice. when akashi set another ball your way, your hand came In contact with the ball a strong stingy pain shot through your palm as you spiked It down, the loud smack didn’t come unheard by akashi who looked concerned. “fuck.” you grumbled to yourself, clenching your hand to yourself. It hurt like a bitch, you unclenched your hand to see Its red, what Is up with today. one minute I was doing good with my spikes then the moment akashi comes In and joins, being my setter I stumble like a bee! crushes are the worst.

akashi took notice of your pained face walking over, “you okay y//n?.” he asked and you quickly clenched your fist back nodding your head, “yeah, I’m fine.” by the look on your face he didn’t buy It, being the good friend that he Is, took your hand with his unclenching It. It was really red from how hard you hit the ball, but he gave you a reassuring smile, “this happened to me before, Ice and cold water should help.” before you knew It, you were dragged out the gym Into the cold night walking towards the main building. his hand wrapped softly around you wrist gave you butterflies, his hands were so warm and soft. when you two made It to the nurse room, you sat down on one of the beds watching him grab a bowl and some Ice from the freezer putting It In the bowl, filling It up with cold water. l

when the water filled to the top he stopped the water, carefully carrying It to the bed you were sitting on. when he placed the bowl beside you he grabbed your hand, gently putting It In the water. you flinched with a small hiss feeling the stingy pain again but relaxed seconds In with relief. It felt nice. you looked up to make eye contact with akashi, “you really know your stuff huh?.” you questioned with a small smile, akashi looked up with one of his own looking back down focusing on your hand “when I was little my mother would always do this, so I just picked up from her.” he answered checking your hand again to see the It swell down a little, you nodded your head slowly watching his movements. for the rest of time waiting It was silent, neither of you were talking. It was quiet.

too quiet.

from the time being, you felt akashi pull your hand from the water, placing It on the towel to dry It up. once It was dry he reached over for the bandages to begin wrapping your hand. his movements were soft and gentle not wanting to make It too loose or too tight, when he was finished he placed It down carefully on your lap. “how does that feel?.” you lift your hand up closing It and opening It, you still felt some pain but not as much as you felt before, “feels good.” you mumbled placing your hand back on your lap seeing him shake his head too, “you should be careful playing on this hand for a few days.” again you nodded your head starting to feel nervous, nervous over the fact you two were alone In a semi dark room. the lights from outside was the only light source coming Into the room, even In the dark he looked so pretty..his greenish teal eyes were so bright and mysterious, your gaze formed with his as you guys looked at each other. the distance between you both was so close you guys could kiss at any given moment, was kuroo right? should I just ask him out??

akashi realized how close you too were, having a small blush form backing up a little clearing his throat, “I’m glad I was able to help, but—!.” when he had gotten up you grabbed ahold of his hand with a tight grip. he looked at you with confusion still with red cheeks, you looked really nervous. “uh..before you go I was wondering If you would..like to go on a date sometime? I-I really like you but I didn’t wanna ruin anything between us— but kuroo said to ask now then later before another person took you away so—!.” the way you rambled out on and on was cute. he always found It cute when you would ramble, or— when you did anything really. akashi was quiet sure, but he was really observant, he caught on with everything. the way you ramble when you’re nervous, fiddling with your fingers when you’re focused, the slight high pitched tone you have when your upset with something— akashi smiled leaning back down taking your hands with his cutting you off from your thoughts. “I would like that.”

did you hear that correctly?.

“wait, really?!.” akashi nodded with a small smile, “yes, I’m sure.” you didn’t know how to act or what to say. damn rooster top was right.. akashi noticed you couldn’t say anything probably due to excitement, smiling himself, “It’s getting late now, but I’ll see you tomorrow.” he gave your cheek a kiss before standing up to leave heading back to his assigned room where his teammates were. you were sitting there with a excited heart and big grin on your face,

maybe confessing wasn’t so bad after all?.

[spliffymae]

nobody has to know, a. ojiro

synopsis: it’s caribana season, but instead of catching the dirtiest of wines, aran is moping at his place, thinking about you.

⚠️afabreader, fwb!aran, aran post time skip, reader is caribbean, established fwbs, jealous aran, smut, mentions of phone sex, implied (un)protected sex, MINORS DNI !

kio’s notes - wishin all y’all a hot girl/boy/person summer !!!!

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“y/n, you know you have to get permission before you can walk out like that.” your friend teased you once she saw your costume. it was the day of caribana, a day that shouldn’t have tasted bittersweet on your tongue, but did when you realized you wouldn’t be going with aran, your original date for the day.

you kissed your teeth as you grabbed your keys off the counter, dropping them in the side bag strapped to your waist.

“fuck permission. and fuck ojiro’s goofy ass anyways”

3 weeks earlier….

“oh my god, you’re fucking stretching me outtt.” you whine, your lips pouty with fat tears rolling down your face. you were sitting on aran’s lap, being slid down onto his hard dick as you two sat on the couch in your living room.

aran doesn’t respond just yet. he’s too busy trying to keep his composure, stopping himself from cumming before he can really enjoy you.

“aren’t you glad i answered that call, hm? got to give your spoiled ass just what you needed to feel better.” he was a deep baritone in your ear, the velvet of his durag slightly rubbing against your face when he lowered to speak to you.

“but i-it’s not what i wanted.” you let out with a huff. “you’re playing games with me right now, oji.” you were trying really hard to not be the whimpering, babbling mess he knew you were. you were trying to prove him wrong.

aran laughed, “like you weren’t playing games when you let that whack ass take you out. now be good and watch the movie.”

he was right. after all, this all started because you called him to fix a bad hookup you had with a good first date.

“it’s 2am, i thought you and whatshisface were linking.” aran was curious when your name popped up on his phone. after you told him about the date and texted him that the guy wasn’t a creep, he figured he’d hear from you in the upcoming days.

“the stroke game was nonexistent. he came from a handjob and couldn’t get it back up. i’m mad i wore this for nothing.” you were on facetime, so aran could see the annoyed look on your face; the way your brows knitted together and creased, with your eyes filled with disappointment. your brown lips were pushed out in a pout and without a second thought, you flipped your camera to show your mirror. you stood in a pink lingerie set, and the sight of you had aran’s cock twitching in his pyjama pants.“i don’t get it. i look so pretty tonight, oji. don’t i?”

the way his name fell from your mouth made his heart skip. the neediness in your tone, the yearning he could hear just from his name. how you wanted him. aran swallowed back the carnal groan that tried to creep its way out his mouth, “yeah, you look so pretty, princess.” he said with a comforting smile. he looked back up at his tv, his nba 2k23 mycareer opened with his friends spamming his chat and yelling at him to snap back to reality and back to the game. his mic was on, but he had muted them to focus on you. they, however, could hear you two.

you sighed, “can you come make me feel better? …i don’t feel pretty.” and aran hated that you let this dickhead get to you like this. how you looked in the mirror with sad eyes. he knew you shouldn’t have gone on that date. he knew you weren’t gonna be satisfied with anyone but him.

“of course, i’m comin’ right now.” he didn’t waste a secon contemplating on whether he should leave to go to you at 2am. he turned off his ps4 and hung up the call, grabbed a t-shirt, hoodie, his phone and his car keys, and was on his way to you.

2 weeks earlier…

“bro, you literally just disappeared on us last week. you know that was the only free time all of us had.” osamu pushed aran as the two stood in the starbucks line. they were meeting some friends from high school at the coffee shop to hang out. since graduation, each of them went their separate ways, focusing on achieving their respective goals. they always made time to hang out once a week though.

aran mumbled a meaningless apology, “sorry man, had to take care of something.” he wasn’t sorry. he honestly didn’t care. if he could choose between playing video games with his friends or spending a night in you, he would pick you everytime.

“something or someone. y’know one day we’re gonna have to meet this girl. it’s been going on for so long now.” samu gave aran a final look before stepping up in the line. he was next to order, watching as the girl in front of him stepped to the side.

you had looked up from your position at the cash register of your job to see two familiar faces. one being your friend osamu from volleyball camp, and aran—the man, who just last night, was moaning into his phone about how bad he needed you while he pumped his hand around his cock.

“y/n! looking radiant as ever!” osamu winked.

you flashed a smile,“thank you osamu, what can i get y’all today?”

“i’ll take a white chocolate mocha, spinach and feta egg wrap, and the truth from aran about his secret girlfriend!” the last part came out of nowhere catching both you and aran off guard. you laughed a bit, but out of pure nervousness. your heartbeat even increased.

“samu!” the young man yelled, giving osamu a slap to his shoulder.

you simply giggled, “this girl must be pretty special if you gotta keep her a secret, oji.” the nickname didn’t come out in the usual way aran was use to hearing. with your voice breathless and filled with an adoration for him. instead it was purely friendly, with a little hint of playfulness. it was different, and it made him miss the former.

“there’s no girl, samu. i ain’t find anyone worth my time, alright? aran ojiro is meant to be a free bird, so let me fly.” aran said as he walked to the other open register, eyes completely missing you as he gave a flirty smile to your coworker. and of course, she loved it. you on the other hand, found yourself to be irked.

1 week earlier…

“bro, you seriously ghosted me over something you took out of context?” aran had finally gotten the chance to be face to face with you after a week of radio silence from you. you two had both shown up to kita’s birthday party. you had come just to show face. you weren’t gonna stay—you were simply there to hand kita his gift and leave before a certain six foot wing spiker showed up.unfortunately, aran spotted you handing the present off to kita with an apologetic smile, attempting to leave before you could see him.

before you could step off the porch, aran had dragged you back into the house, disregarding the looks from guests and protests from you, and pulled you upstairs into the bathroom. he pressed you on your absence, on how you refused to pick up his calls and leave his texts on delivered.

“i’m letting you fly, what’chu mean? you’re a free bird, right?” you knitted your brows in curiosity, “i mean,” you smiled, “that’s what you said…right?”

aran pinched the bridge of his nose out of frustration. he leaned against the bathroom counter, standing in front of you, seated at the edge of the tub in front of him. “seriously? i was just saying that to get samu off my back. and even if i meant that shit, so what? we’re just fucking.”

you scoffed, “so now it’s just fucking?…don’t give me that shit, aran. you and i both know we passed ‘just fucking’ a long time ago. but you wanna go flirt with other people in front of me? like you weren’t on my phone begging for me?” you had an attitude, that was for certain.

“bro, why are you trying to make this complicated? i swore we weren’t supposed to be anything serious.” he was defensive, honestly he didn’t know why. he just didn’t like how you were coming for him.

you nodded, “right. so we can just act like we don’t care for each other.”

“i didn’t say all that. i’m just not understanding why you’re getting at me over a misunderstanding.” he honestly wasn’t looking for this. he was just hoping to get a brief explanation and maybe even a lil’ sum sum, but instead he was getting an earful. and it wasn’t an earful of your moans, the way he had hoped.

“because i like you, asshole. because you fuck me and say shit like ‘this my pussy’ or ‘i’m the only one for you’. because you take me out and shower me with affection. because you’re there whenever i need you. and you expect me to what? not feel a way? be okay with you flirting with other girls in my face?what, am i just hear to make you hard?” you raise your arms in frustration.

it was clear from his reddened eyes he had smoked, and the vodka breezer he held in his hand let you know he was lightly drinking too. you say all this because it had to be these factors that made him respond to you the way he did. with a half smirk and laugh, “what’s wrong with just making me hard?”

but you found nothing funny about this. not anything about you finally telling him how you felt was funny to you. it was a pain. a giant and irritating one that you wanted to be free of, but somehow just seemed to worsen. “you know what, you clearly don’t care so i’m not gonna either. see you around, oji.”

the nickname was in a different tone this time around. no adoration, no playfulness. you spoke it flat, with no emotion. and as you stood up and left aran in the bathroom by himself, with the last words being his name in such an emotionless voice, he couldn’t help but think he might have fucked that up.

present…

aran was sitting on his front porch, spliff in hand as he looked down at his phone. today was caribana. he was supposed to be there with you. but instead he was nursing what kita described as a ‘cracked heart’.

he was thinking about you. about how hurt you looked as you left the party. you went radio silent on him afterwards. didn’t hit him up for anything; not to link, not to fuck, not to talk...you were ojiro free—and he hated it!

“so y/n was the secret girlfriend.” osamu had come outside from the kitchen, two cold beers in his right hand.

“wasn’t a girlfriend.” aran mumbled, taking a pull from his spliff.

osamu rolled his eyes, “shut up, she might as well been. look how she got you. meanwhile where is she?” it was meant to be a rhetorical question, but aran took it literally. with his phone in his other hand he went to instagram and ironically, your story was the first in the long and seemingly endless line of instagram stories. he tapped the icon, immediately seeing a video of you posing in your costume with shensea’s shen yeng anthem coming through your phone.

osamu leaned over to see you and mindlessly whistled at your appearance. “you fumbled a serious bag, my friend.” he ignored the glare aran sent his way because he knew aran knew he was right.

“shut the hell up.” the bitter man mumbled, eyes looking back on his phone to see the next story you posted. it was you on the street, posing with people from your band as you all held up your country’s flag. aran got a better look of your costume. the way that its colors; the purple bands and silver jewel stoned garments that connect to them, brought out your rich and warm undertone the way your headpiece demanded the attention to be on you. you were all smiles with your girlfriends, and aran loved to see you happy. your smile was probably his favorite thing about you.

pissed him off he wasn’t the one making you smile like that, though.

“tsumu just texted me that he sees her.” osamu said just as the timer for your story ran out. it then went to atsumu’s who was holding his phone high up, recording not only him walking w the parade of people, but walking behind you…who was carelessly wining against his crotch to the sounds of gyal you a party animal.

osamu had just so happened to glance back at aran’s screen and his mouth instantly fell at the sight. there was his twin brother, handing his phone off to someone next to him as he flipped to the back camera. he took your hips in his hands and began to move against you making you cheer in excitement.

it was all harmless, a careless bubble he caught because he was your friend. there was nothing serious about it, and that is what made aran the most upset. to know you were okay to do that. because you weren’t his, he had no right to get mad at you just dancing with atsumu because you two are not together, that’s what he knows you’d say if he were to bring this up. but he made it his right to have, the jealousy. because who did you think you were to move against any other man the way you moved against him?

osamu wanted to laugh! because of course this would happen to aran. of course the man who was ‘too busy for love’ would find himself pining after “the one that got away”.

some time had passed and aran was now three spliffs in, a beer in hand as he sat on the beanbag in his room. some random show was playing in the back, but all his attention was on the various instagram and snap stories you posted. he would even watch the snaps of your friends just to see if he’d catch you doing anything. yeah, he was down so bad. here you were having so much fun without him. so much so that not only was he annoyed, but he finally decided to just cave and text you.

ojiro (don’t answer rn)

honestly i’m too high

but fuck it you won

i care about you

and you make me hard

so call me when you see this

[romiantic]

DRIVE ME CRAZY !

how your faves act after an argument

→ GENRE + WARNINGS: fluff/crack + joking of death

→ A/N: literally had sooooooooo much fun writing this cause I genuinely can see these characters like each category 😭. especially the jjk mfs

dramatic ass mfs — they are literally screaming and crying, BEGGING for you to forgive them. they didn’t mean to yell at you bae, please take them back. no but for real, please take them back, even their friends are hoping every single day that y’all make up and won’t have to hear anymore crying. they’re constantly replaying y’all arguments in their head and wishing they didn’t say what they said or did what they did. they love you so much and hate seeing you get mad at them, even over the smallest thing. you’re their heart’s lifeline and will feel like they’re goners without you by their side. they’re the embodiment of shitting, crying, sliding down the wall in slow motion, throwing up, when y/n is mad at them. please shut them up and forgive them

GOJO, deku, kaminari, atsumu, OIKAWA, yuji, kise, jean, 1610!miles, luffy, SANJI, bachira, connie, sasha, nobara, bokuto, reo, kagami

alright mr/ms. idgaf ! — these “nonchalant” ass mfs act like they don’t give a damn that y’all fought, it’s whatever. no it’s not. these mfs are literally hurting in the chest, they just know how to cover it up well that’s all it is. well, at first they will play it off as if they genuinely don’t care and continue on with their day, playing a game of “who falls first” and believing they’ll win. but as the day goes on, they feel a growing pit of pain and regret. they feel like something is missing and start to spiral when they realize they miss you too much. they can’t keep living like this and call you quickly but cover the much earlier mood by acting nonchalant. they’re pretending that they ain’t care that much, don’t believe them babes !

BAKUGO, ymir, yelena, TOJI, megumi, nanami, choso, 42!miles, geto, zoro, AOMINE, murasakibara, midorima, kuroo, osamu, rin, SAE, barou, eren, levi, maki, dabi, hawks, porco, suna, chigiri, oliver

auntie music is playing — I genuinely don’t know which is worse, them or the dramatic mfs. they start out as dramatic, begging for forgiveness but seeing that you won’t, they continue their day with dreary and sadness. they think of how they shouldn’t have done what they did and concoct a plan to figure out how to win you back, through music. I mean, a way through a person’s heart is through music, prove me wrong? exactly. they’ve stalked your music profile and gathered what you listen to on a regular day, creating a playlist off it. they think of an idea that is brilliant, so brilliant that they’re standing outside your window at two a.m. with a boombox (yes they still make those) in their hand, and “be without you” by mary j blige is playing. they’re screaming screeching the lyrics at the top of their lungs until you text them to stop and come inside. the music stops and they walk inside with quickness and ridiculously stupid smile on their face <3

CONNIE, isagi (bachira’s idea), shidou, todo, GOJO, yuji, bokuto, hinata (haikyuu), nagi, HOBIE, tanaka

i apologize a trillion times — they are in the same category as dramatic but more subtle??? I mean they’re not snot-nosed crying on instagram or posting pictures of you two with some corny music playing in the background with the captions “guys tell y/n to take me back” “I miss my bae” “I’d rather d*e than let y/n leave me”. but depending on the person, they would find any way, shape, or form to apologize. I mean anyway, through a message from an airplane, sending you ten text messages, yes ten, of long paragraphs saying that they’re sorry and they love you so much. they’ll even apologize to you through email, with the subject saying “BABY I MISS YOU”. in conclusion, they’re just “dramatic ass mfs” in a different font

kirishima, aizawa, ARMIN, choso, REINER, mikasa, onyankonpon, kunigami, akashi (knb), kuroo, iwaizumi, akashi (haikyuu), kuroko, YUTA, inumaki, miguel, gwen, shoto, usopp, ace, aran, eren, OLIVER

⭑ literally felt like gojo, connie, and eren could fit all 4 categories ngl 💀

⭑ okay but the amount of fun I had making this-

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"Hi" you greet the stranger as you sat down on the couch

"Hey" "You're enjoying the party?" "I am, you?" He responds

Frustrated, you let out a sigh "Kinda bumped into my ex a few minutes ago" "how did that go?"

"I avoided him, don't wanna talk to him" You mumble, observing as the stranger sits up "What he do?" He asks

"Cheated on me" You answer "anyway, you wanna leave and make out or something?" You say, leaning your head on your palm and moving closer to him

"I would, but it seems like you're not sober" He notes, you pout "I swear, I'll remember all of this in the morning"

He chuckles, displaying his smile "Sure you will" "You're hot" You blurt out "Like really hot, you're the typa guy I wouldn't mind getting pregnant by"

"That doesn't sound crazy to you?" He chuckles

"No, I am being honest" You shrug, he looks at you, a smile still lingering on his face "I like you, you're funny"

"Thank you, I've heard that a lot" You simply state

"What is she doing?" Your friend asks your best friend, gesturing towards you

"Avoiding her ex" Your best friend replies

"And does she need to talk to him?" he questions further

"Something wrong with that?" She mumbles asks

"He doesn't have good intentions, especially not what Y/n is looking for" He explains

She ponder for a moment before responding "Mhhh, well.. she's an adult. It will be fine, don't tress dude"

"Wait, how old are you?" you ask, curious about his age

"I am twenty-four" he replies

"You look younger, like around my age" You comment

"And your age is?" "I am twenty-one" You tell him "Twenty-two soon, so age is no issue."

He bites his lip, before he can say anything, one of his friends interrupts, calling him over "Yo dude, we're leaving! You're coming?!"

He turns to his friend and nods, then looks back at you "I gotta go, see ya around."

But before you can ask for his number or even his name, he disappears into the crowd, leaving you slightly disappointed but intrigued

[brokebrakes]

a feeling of deja vu washed over me as yet another fan of aran stopped us to take a picture with him. usually, i wouldn't mind, smiling from the sidelines as he had a brief conversation with them. but today, we're celebrating our 4 year anniversary. we were already a few minutes late to the restaurant a made a reservation at, so when they took just one picture, i grabbed aran by the arm and dragged him away.

'woah woah woah! what're you doing?' he exclaimed, pulling his arm back.

'aran. we need to get to our anniversary reservations! we're already 10 minutes late!' i complained, tapping on the watch on my wrist. he rolled his eyes, shaking his head in a disappointed manner.

'i can't believe you pulled me away from a fan for some stupid anniversary reservation!' my eyes widened as i tried to comprehend what he just said. stupid anniversary? i looked back at my watch and sighed. i didn't allow myself to comprehend it, walking away from him in a silent fury.

'y/n, you know i didn't mean that.' he jogged up to me, placing a hand on my shoulder to stop me.

'let's just go, okay?' i muttered, not once laying an eye on him. i knew i was in the wrong, pulling him away from a fan like that. but the response was beyond me.

we didn't speak the whole way there, making it awkward when we got there. our usually full and interesting conversations were replaced with short questions and dry responses.

'is the food good?' aran asked, placing his hand on my free one. me being the petty person i am, yanked away and focused on the meal in front of me.

'yes, ojiro. thank you.' he paused for a moment, mouth agape. as i took a sip of my drink, he threw his fork and knife on his plate, making a big clang. i flinched, causing me to spill a bit on my shirt.

'what the hell is up with you?' he said in an exasperated tone. i cocked my eyebrow, making a confused expression.

'what now?'

'you never call me ojiro. you mad at me?'

'can we just eat our food and be done with this?' i suggested, patting a napkin on the wet spots. when he noticed the small amount of damage he did, he picked up another napkin and applied it to my shirt.

'my bad. can we please talk? i know this is about what i said earlier.'

'i'm over it! just leave it alone!' i replied, beginning to raise my voice.

'i can't 'just leave it alone!' and i know you aren't over it! i ruined our anniversary, i'm sorry, but i don't wanna ruin our relationship! just talk to me, please.' he took my hand in his, intertwining them. i sighed, my silent fury wavering as he kept unbreaking eye contact with me.

'i'm just being petty like always, don't even worry about it.'

'y/n. i was in the wrong, i admitted that already. can you just admit you're mad at me? i don't like you dismissing your feelings to deescalate shit.'

'fine! i hate how you wasted time on our anniversary of all days to have conversations with random people! i hate how you talk to them for way longer than you need to! i hate how you me feel like i did something wrong! and i hate how things this trivial get me riled up! i hate it! i hate all of it!'

i held my head in my hands, sobbing into them uncontrollably. i heard shuffling around me as i felt myself begin to hyperventilate. aran wrapped his arms around me, rubbing circles on my back in an attempt to calm me.

'sorry, this is so pathetic.' i said, choking on my sobs. he shook his head, caressing my cheek.

'nah, this is growth. we're growing, y/n.'

[kleftiko]

❦ HOW MANY KIDS DOES HE WANT

cw: none, this is fluff

i add to this intermittently :)

♡ a million. he wants a whole army of little ones running around. he has an endless list of names picked out and he just can’t help but feel like the most pure way to express his love for you is to create a little life and raise a wonderful person with you.

— HAWKS (mha), gojo, yuji, CHOSO (jjk), kuroo, bokuto, ATSUMU (hq), kiyoshi, kise (knb), julius, yami (bc), rengoku, akaza (kny),

♡ one or two. loves the idea of raising a child or two with you. he wants to watch and nurture a life, he wants to be the best father he can. he wants to support his child and find out what kind of person they’ll be with you right by his side. doesn’t even care if they’re biological.

— fatgum (mha), megumi (jjk), KITA, daichi (hq), akashi, kuroko (knb), nozel, fuegoleon (bc)

♡ doesn’t matter to him. it’s entirely up to you, it’s not like he would grow them in his body anyway. he has unconditional love for you, and if you chose to bring a child into your lives he will love them as well. will love you with a child, will love you without.

— aizawa (mha), LEVI (aot), nanami (jjk), sakusa, iwaizumi, kageyama (hq), kagami, murasakibara (knb), william (bc), kakashi, giyuu (kny)

♡ get those things away from him. will hiss at them. doesn’t have a way with kids, it’s not a good idea. if you really DO want a child, he will give you one. but he will never, EVER, admit that he loves the little bastard. you think you see him cuddling them in the middle of the night? nope, get your eyes checked.

— SHIGARAKI, dabi (mha), sukuna (jjk), tsukishima (hq), aomine, midorima (knb), sanemi, obanai (kny)

[nysrage]

drabble drabble drabble!

aran loved eating you out, he found the most pleasure when he nestled his head between your thighs. settling right in front of your sex and watching as it pulsed for him. just for him to dive in seconds later and feast as if he hadn’t eaten in months. thick tongue pushing past the two toned lips of your pussy and giving it a long wet lick, slurping up all the slick he gathered along the way. “mm, taste so good baby..” moaning against you and giving himself a quick taste as you whimpered and moaned above him. “a-aran.. stop teasingg” watching every move he makes as he begins to eat you out deliciously. legs instantly closing around his head until he gives that soft brown thigh a firm slap, “open, y’know how i like em’ baby” spreading those plush thighs and holding them up to your chest. “good girl..”

biting at your lip as he dives back in and begins tongue fucking you while his middle and index fingers are busy circling your clit at a slow steady pace just before he stops to give it a soft kiss. doing it again and again until he’s messily suckling on that pulsing clit of yours as he teasingly runs his fingers over that hole that wants to be filled so desperately. “ouu, f-fuck daddy keep eating’ just like thattt!” voice dripping in arousal, body heating at the building pressure in your tummy as he enjoys his meal. he’s scanning that sexy body of yours and he rubs all over your thighs and chubby tummy. your face twisted up in pleasure as you tug at the coils of that fresh temp fade. “eyes on me pretty girl” eyes meeting his just as he slips those two fingers in.

“mhm, watch daddy make this pussy cum..” relieving that feeling of emptiness that sent your hips bucking, tongue flicking down at that clit of yours with every buck of your hips as aran curls those fingers deep within and tapped at your walls. “m’ cumming araa—” voice breaking into a silent scream as your toes curl and eyes settle in the back of your head while he sucked your soul from your body, legs shaking in his hold as he gulps down the creamy essence spilling out of you. “meal cant get no better than this..”

[hyeque]

ah...i want to sit at tsukki’s feet while he looks down his nose at me and says mean things😔 or have him grip my thigh under the table and mutter filthy things to me while we’re out with other people😣

the last laugh [tsukishima kei] [nsfw]

synopsis: in which you get punished for tsukishima’s teasing

notes: anon…this man would be a menace,,, he truly would

warnings: semi-public sex, fingering, blowjob, humiliation, kei is mean this time, orgasm denial, degradation, overstimulation, squirting, female!reader

upon choosing to date tsukishima, the one question that your friends asked you the most was ‘how difficult is it to date “someone like him?”’, and you only answer that it is in fact not difficult to date him at all. that most people get his character wrong. they misunderstand him.

and it’s true in his actions. you started getting the question less when people actively saw how sweet he was with you. seen in making you walk on the inside of the sidewalk, his gentle, sweet kisses to your temple when greeting you. seen when his hands hover protectively over you at all times to make sure you’re okay. seen in him tugging his extremely large jacket over your shoulders without hesitation when you complain that you’re cold (even though he told you already to bring your own jacket multiple times). and seen in how he’ll nudge you with his foot and bring you food and water because he knows you haven’t eaten anything properly.

but boy does he make it hard to defend him at times.

once a well established couple, pda—though subtle—is not foreign between the two of you to all your friends.

and kei is, well, huge. so it’s only natural for his large form to move into your personal space. your knees often touch, and skin presses against one another. the smell of his aftershave and body wash evades your nose occasionally, and you can feel the deep timber of his voice when he speaks or laughs at something said by someone.

so, currently while seated at a bar with him and your friends, all of your senses are overriding your mind. you can’t help it. he’s pretty and gorgeous, and the fitted clothing he’s wearing today isn’t helping your thoughts at all. your brain thinks nothing shortly but just kei kei kei and you’re hoping and praying that he doesn’t take notice how effected you are by how close he is.

but of course, look at who you’re dating.

his golden brown eyes happen to glance over, noting just how you’re subtly squeezing your thighs together. something he knows you only do when you’re feeling especially needy.

he rests one large hand on your leg and you shiver, knowing the innocent implications behind the gesture will soon turn nasty. he gently traces his calloused thumb over your skin to get you to relax, and like always, it works.

a faint smirk appears on his face, but it can easily be played off as him laughing at something stupid shoyo did. but you both know it’s because of how easy and pliant you are for him. his hand shoves it’s way between your thighs, and you glance at him, hoping he’ll get the memo to stop. but the man simply isn’t paying you any attention. his eyes are focused on something being said by hitoka. you can’t move very much away from him either, because on the other side of you is a wall.

you squirm in a way to shake off his hand, but his grip on your thigh tightens and he pinches you in warning. you yelp a little at the pain and a few heads turn in your general direction.

your name is called and you reassure that you’re fine, you just bumped your knee under the table. you also throw in something about the room being a little cold, and that you’re just adjusting yourself to get comfortable.

tsukishima leans into you and rests his hand on your forehead to “check for a fever”. meanwhile, his other hand is pushing your already slick-stained panties to the side. a sharp inhale from him and you know he’s turned on now as well.

you whine quietly and he shoots you a quick glare when you try to touch the bulge in his jeans. he removes your hand before he leans down to act as if he needs to say something to you.

“are you going to be able to sit still and behave? or do i need to teach your dumb cunt a lesson privately?” he murmurs. his fingers are now brushing over your clit, your slick coating the offending appendages.

your heart skips a beat, and you know he’s serious by his words, so you only answer quickly and accordingly. “please don’t stop…i-i will behave, i promise.”

his dark expression instantly brightens, and your sweet boyfriend has returned. “good.” he kisses your temple, gently patting your head.

you think that’s the end of it, but no. there’s no warning when tsukishima slips two fingers inside of you and you bite your fist to control your noise. he looks unfazed for someone who’s knuckles deep in you. if you listen closely, though, there’s the lewdly noise of squelching from his fingers moving vigorously.

you plaster on a smile as one of your friends looks over with concern. but it’s hard to concentrate on the group conversation with now four of tsukishima’s fingers in you.

and his foul mouth doesn’t make it any better.

“jesus christ,” he mutters, eyes flickering back to you, “are you really this soaked right now? in front of all our friends? are you not ashamed?”

he doesn’t expect an answer back, and personally, he’d rather it stay that way. because then he can play all his cards how he wants to.

a grin appears on his face when he curls his fingers and you keen quietly, instantly hushed by him. “better not leave a mess on this booth we’re sitting in right now.” and he pinches your clit, sending a roll of pleasure through you.

no one questions the closeness between the two of you. tsukishima only acts as if you’re snuggled closer to him for warmth based on your earlier statement. everyone’s sitting far apart enough that no one can see what’s happening under the table.

and you can feel yourself close. he can, too. there’s no doubt with the way you’re starting to tighten up on him, pelvic muscles twitching and contracting. you subtly move your hips against his hand while sneaking glances, and he knows. he knows you’re about to gush all over him. the only problem now is, will he actually let you c—

“ew, suckyshima. are you really feeling up your girlfriend right in front of everyone right now?” shoyo sneers.

this halts both of you, and you feel your eyes nearly brim with tears as your orgasm slips from your tsukishima’s fingertips.

how hinata sees any of it? you don’t know. tsukishima doesn’t either. but maybe if either one of you realized the fact that tangerine dropped his silverware beneath the table, you would’ve stopped.

tsukishima blinks, his expression unchanging, but the twitch in his brow and reddening of his ears is unmissable. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“yeah? then show us your hand.” tobio smirks, leaning back. when the blonde makes no move to, both pairs of the quick attack duo holler with laughter. hitoka and tadashi simply sit, flustered and beet red.

it’s not helpful that both of you are embarrassed in this situation. in fact, you’re a little peeved at the whole thing. the teasing, your ruined orgasm, hinata and kageyama’s laughing.

so if anyone is going to get the last laugh, it’s going to be you.

“i told him to stop,” you let slip, pouting, “but he couldn’t keep his hands off of me and leave me alone. his horniness is uncontrollable sometimes, sorry.”

it’s quiet for a moment before the table ends up hollering with laughter. hinata and kageyama waste no more time to make more jabs and even yamaguchi joins in, followed by small giggles from yachi.

you start to laugh, but the aura besides you is one that has become…chilling. you see tsukishima sitting in an eerie silence. a small smile on his face.

and in his mind, you know he’s seething, because a quiet kei is worse than one having angry outbursts.

it was one thing for him to be laughed at by hinata, but kageyama? that’s the last straw.

the blonde simply swipes you up by the arm before he’s pulling you out the booth, tugging you forcibly to the restroom. the group watches in awe as he escorts you inside.

once the door is locked, hands and lips pin you to it. you gasp at the assault taking place on your neck. tsukishima's tongue glides across your neck before he's sucking and biting at your skin and you hear the telltale noise of his buckle coming undone.

your nerves get the better of you and you say, “h-here? but someone will—”

he shoves his fingers in your mouth, and to no surprise, you can taste yourself on them. “no, no. you want to embarrass me, so now you don’t get the privilege of having your punishment done completely privately. you think i care about anyone hearing you moan? because i could care less right now. for all i know, they should be thanking me for being able to hear something as angelic as your orgasms.”

he’s biting at your collarbone now, wasting no time to move in on your breasts. he pulls back and huffs out a laugh. “it’s almost like you wanted to be caught. when you know how hinata and kageyama look at you. who’d knew you go to such whoreish lengths.”

kei knows his words aren’t the most logical, but he doesn’t care. he’s provoking you the way you provoked him.

“y-you started it!” you blurt, feeling your face heat up as you cover your mouth. tsukishima’s brown eyes glowered as they focus on you.

his large hand rests gently on your neck, the grip only slightly tight. "little girl, you're really testing my patience today."

he pushes you to the floor, his hand titling your chin up. “maybe if you didn’t decide to think with your pussy, you wouldn’t be in this position right now.” he thumbs your cheek, wiping away your frustrated tears.

“now come on, put that smart mouth of yours to good use. we don’t have all day.” he huffs.

and you’re trembling because you can see the very clear and very visible bulge protruding from his jeans.

pulling tsukishima’s dick out, you’re instantly reminded of what backs up his cocky nature. weighing heavily in your hands, his cock throbs under your touch. he’s not as lanky as he used to be, but in the past there had been jokes here and there wondering where all the food he ate went if not to his muscles.

and sure enough, the answer is right in front of you.

kei quirks a brow, smirking down at you. “what? cock got your tongue? you haven’t even put it in your mouth yet.”

biting your tongue, you only take him in your mouth, making him swear under his breath as you accommodate fitting him all down your throat.

his hand moves to the back of your scalp and gently guides your head movements. he closes his eyes, sighing with content when reopening them to look at you. “yeah, just like that, princess. suck my cock just how i taught you.”

the pet name makes you gush and you go to slip a hand between your legs, but have it swatted away by him.

“none of that. you don’t get to touch my cunt.” he snaps before grabbing your hands, “now use your hands on my balls.”

you comply, easily playing with them just how he likes. a pretty moan escapes him and you nearly roll your eyes back at how ethereal kei looks. a pretty blush covering his pale skin all from his face, torso, and hips. there’s nothing like bringing such a big man to his knees.

mischievously, you suckle on his tip, knowing how sensitive he is there and how easy it is to make him cum. even if you can’t get off, you can still get something out of this situation, and you’re dying to have his cum in your mouth. your tongue laps over his fat mushroom tip, not daring to miss his frenenlum.

he gasps, his moans stuttering before he realizes what you’re doing. “b-brat, who told you to do that—” he hisses, pulling you off of him. you only stare up at him innocently.

he glares, scoffing, “you haven’t learned anything, have you?”

“i dunno, maybe you can show me?” you respond, batting your eyes.

his restraint snaps and he shoves his cock back in your mouth. slowly he starts to fuck your face. your hands fly to grasp onto his thighs and soon the sound of your gasps and gagging ricochet off the bathroom walls.

tsukishima watches as your drool leaks down his cock and you eyes tear up. “whining about how i ‘started it’ when we both know your slutty cunt is what started it in the first place. i can’t take you anywhere without you getting overly horny. it’s annoying. who’s horniness is uncontrollable now?”

you can only sit there and take it as he repeatedly hits the back of your throat with his fat tip. whining quietly, you dig your nails into his thighs.

“your precious boyfriend just wanted to take care of you, and the thanks i get is you embarrassing me? i shouldn’t even be letting you suck me off right now. you're enjoying this way too much.” he pulls away again, and you nearly cry, mouth feeling lost and empty without him in it.

“kei, p-please…i’m sorry, okay?” you desperately reach out for him, but he moves away.

he fake pouts, “‘p-please’, why? why shouldn’t i just finish on your face?”

“because i want to make you feel good. i’m sorry, i’ll make it up to you.” you plead, eyes tearing up. “i’ll make you feel so good, i want to!”

he doesn’t admit that your teary eyes do something to him, and only grunts. “then you better make it worth my time.”

and you do. you do like your life depends on it. and you can tell he’s having a hard time holding back his moans.

“fuck, baby, you’re going to make me cum. see how your mouth is better suited for things like this instead of talking? you’re making me feel so good right now. such a good fucking girl.” praises slipping effortlessly from his mouth when you make him feel over the moon.

his hips are stuttering and thighs are shaking. “s-shit, where do you want it, huh? are you gonna be good and swallow it all?”

you nod rapidly, heart pounding loud in your chest as you finally, finally get what you want.

he moans loudly but is careful not to say your name. he doesn’t want to give you that kind of satisfaction. suddenly thick, hot ropes of his cum are being shot down your throat. he watch’s in awe as you gulp it all down with barely no problems. he’ll never get tired of your sinful mouth.

he’s panting and zipping himself back up before looking down at you and kneeling. “lemme see.”

you choke. “w-what?”

“let me see the mess you made, dummy.” he rolls his eyes before instructing you to grab onto him. with your legs thrown over his shoulders, his face meets your heat. you twitch as his hot breath fans over you and your heart hammers loudly in your chest. his golden eyes are cold. menacing. calculating as he stares up at you. you only wonder what he has planned for you both.

“listen up. i know you’re soaked down here, so i’m going to do you a favor and lick you clean with my tongue. you hold back any moans, and i stop. you touch me anywhere than my shoulders, and i stop. got it?” he asks, squeezing your thighs gently.

you nod rapidly.

he clicks his tongue. “no, verbally. say it out loud.”

“i understand, sir.” you nod, shivering.

he kisses your inner thigh, humming with satisfaction. “good. shouldn’t be letting any of this go to waste.” he mumbles, before moving his mouth onto your cunt. his tongue laps over the lace of your stained panties and he groans, tongue probing your dripping holes.

“kei—ahh, feels so good!” you cry, fingers itching to grab onto his blond locks but miserably groping the door.

your musk seeps through the lace and he grunts impatiently, tearing the lace with his teeth to reach your middle.

you have no time to complain when his tongue is suddenly deep inside of you, his lips wrapping around your now exposed bud, and fingers moving in coordination with his mouth.

a silent curse in your head goes to tsukishima for being a volleyball player and also dexterous with his hands. it doesn’t take you along time to cum on his tongue and suddenly you’re sobbing his name just how he wanted you to.

“mmm good job, baby,” he thumbs your cheek, “but i don’t think you were loud enough. i know you can get more vocal than that.”

instantly, he’s face first back into your pussy for more. he’s much more ruthless this time, and there’s a borderline crazed expression on his face, almost like you’re a toy and he’s figuring you out.

“m’sensitive!” you whine, body trembling. you almost push him away, but remember his warning words from earlier. you only can dig your nails into the palm of your hand to cope.

“yeah? and when has that ever been my problem? you taste even better when you’re overstimulated anyways.” he noted before burying his face right back into you. he’s groaning as your slick runs down his chin. his glasses are surely a mess but he doesn’t need to see anything—hell he doesn’t need to breathe either. not while in your cunt with your pretty thighs around his neck.

it’s embarrassing how close your high is again, but when kei knows every part of you like the back of his hand, there’s no reason to be.

“k-kei, p-please, i’m going to—” but with one flick of his fingers, you’re gushing and squirting onto his face. you squeal his name, whining and begging—for him to stop or keep going, you don’t know. you’re delirious by this point.

he cleans you up, fixing your dress and hair. there’s nothing to do about the bruises along your neck, chest and knees, but tsukishima likes it that way.

“can you stand?” he asks, noting your wobbly legs. you know he’s not really concerned but just finding ways to stoke his ego. especially in front of kageyama and hinata.

“just barely.” you whisper, throat stinging.

“i’ll run you a bath and make some tea when we get home.” tsukishima informs, noting to also get ointment for your knees.

your heart swoons at the gesture. but once appearing in front of your friends again, your embarrassment level is through the roof. the deafening silence is nearly unbearable and your face is on fire.

“ahh she’s not feeling well right now, so we’re going to head home. isn’t that right?” you boyfriend looks down at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

you nod solemnly, your voice too hoarse and brain fucked too dumb to make a coherent response.

and as always, kei gets the last laugh.

[dilfl0v3rss]

https://twitter.com/lovingthegoods/status/1679339873327775744?s=46&t=XNPHyJBqVLim8WnaQQHPig

Which one of the baldies do u think this is

If yk how do u think yn put herself in this situation 🤨?

arannnnn😩

“early in the morning and you leaving” you mumbled as you watched your man get dressed to go get an early morning practice in. aran sighed, continuing to walk into the closet for his sneakers as he replied. “mama i’ll be back in a couple hours” he said, his morning voice already sending a rush of arousal through your body. you needed to find a way to keep this man home.

aran walked out of the closet, shirtless and still very much tired with his sneakers in his hand. he went to put them in his bag, but stopped when he glanced up at you in the bed. just from the way you were looking at he could tell what type of timing you were on. your eyes were tired and low as you looked at him through your pretty lashes, your palms under your chin as you looked up at him while laying on your stomach. you had nothing but your bra and panties on as you slightly tilted your head.

a knowing smirk made it’s way onto his lips as aran began to shake his head at you. “mama no.…i gotta go” he mumbled, but you ignored him. you slowly crawled towards his side of the bed turning around so your back was facing him before giving him a good view of your ass. “just the tip pa” you said, your voice soft as you watched your man physically struggle to look away from you. aran’s dick was already hard, his morning wood never being taken care of since he got dressed so early. his hands slowly moved towards your ass, palms moving slowly on the flesh as he pressed his print on your clothed pussy. “i reaaaally gotta go princess” he groaned, the feeling of you against him not helping as he slid his hands up your back and to your pretty waist.

you began to rock your hips back into him, loving the way his deep groans fell from his lips. this was his breaking point, the sight of your ass all over him made aran forget all about the practice he was supposed to be going to. “just the tip aight?”

“fuckkk daddy s’too deep” you whined, your hand flying back to grab at his wrist. aran quickly slapped your hand away, deepening his trusts to draw out more of your pretty moans. “you wanted it so let daddy give it t’you” his morning voice making your arousal increase as he continued to pound into you from behind. this was not what you were expecting from him this morning. you thought the two of you would have some nice regular morning sex, but aran was much more pent up than you thought.

“cmon mama fuck me back, it’s your dick don’t be lazy” he grumbled, yanking your hips back harder to meet his thrusts. you felt him so deep in you it was hard for you to even think of anything other than the feeling of him. you brought your hand back again, this time on his abs as you tried your best to get him to take some of his inches out. “ohhh my goddd aran pleaseeee” an annoyed sigh left his lips as he grabbed your hand and pinned it behind your back. giving you all of his inches as he quickened his pace.

“all that teasing you was doing and now you tryna run?” he chuckled. you let out a muffled “uhh huh”, having no shame in what you did or what you were trying to do right now that you were getting consequences for your actions. “i t-thought you was tired daddy” you whined as you tightly gripped his hand behind your back, squeezing as hard as you can while taking the deep strokes your boyfriend gave you. aran twitched inside of you at the sight, your pretty ass clapping back onto him as you tried your hardest to take the brutal thrusts he was giving you. he tucked his lip behind his teeth, biting so hard he almost drew blood before he spoke.

“i hope youn got nowhere t’be today cause ima be in it for while mama”

[kenthoe]

fr tho why is everything smut😭😭 i wanna read angst that would ruin me, make me sick to my stomach and cry like there's no tomorrow bro i want a fanfic that is so devastating that i won't be able to function for the next few months

[spliffymae]

let u decide, rintarō suna

synopsis: some days you loved him, others you wish you never met him. some days he hated the fact you were simply breathing, other days he wanted to be against your chest, listening to your heartbeat. he’s your ex—your ex friend, your ex fling, your ex boyfriend. you should be moving on! so why are you still with him?

⚠️mentions of drug use, swearing, exboyfriend!suna, plug!suna, on/off again relationship, arguing, guilt tripping, gaslighting, inconclusive ending.

kio’s notes - here’s my intro to the haikyuu fic world! also the ending is intended to be the way it is. the goal is to have you (the reader aka y/n) to determine their fate w suna. y’all gonna continue the cycle or break it?

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it was one of those nights again. where the weather was chilly, winds blowing any which way. the sky was painted a midnight blue, with purplish clouds. you were sitting in your room, face in your plush penguin as you listened to a video lecture. you were doing homework, struggling to even care about the subject at hand.

if it wasn’t a requirement for your major, you would have never even stepped foot in the classroom. because what fresh hell is this?

anyways—

you were listening to your professor give an example of some term he just said, you don’t know. you had tapped out and were now just waiting for the motivation to hit you again. but that atten got pulled away the minute your phone vibrated from beside your computer. you got a text.

rō🔌🖤🏐

i’m outside.

you furrowed your brows at the message. you now were up from your bed, in front of your window to look down into your complex’s parking lot. low and behold, in the spot reserved for your apartment was suna’s matte black bmw xm.

you let out a deep sigh before turning to your laptop and pushing your finger on the space key to pause the video. thankfully you weren’t in your typical loungewear of shorts and an oversized shirt, but rather black yoga pants and a black hoodie. it was a different level of chili today, so your feet being in warm fuzzy socks were fine outside in the cold. great for you, since the only shoes you could slip them into were your beige crocs.

when you locked up your house, you quickly jogged down the stairs and to his car, wanting to get whatever it was he wanted over.

what was once suna stopping by whenever and coming up to your front door was now you meeting him at his car like his other clients.

you walked to his window, tapping your nail against it to pull his attention from his phone. when he looked up at you, he gave you a lazy smile. he gestured for you to go around and come in, which made you raise your brows. he normally would just roll down his window and hand you the sandwich bag with your weed in it.

you give him the same look you gave him from upstairs and he just chuckled in response, signaling for you to go around once more. because he knew you’d listen.

and when you sat in the passenger seat with your back pressed against the door with an irritated look on your face, he still kept the smirk on his face. “happy to see me?”

“i was doing homework.” you intended to make him feel bad for disturbing your studies. after all, as a fellow scholarship student, suna should know how important it is to be consistent in one’s studies. however, because suna also knew you, he knew you were completely and utterly bullshitting.

“righttt, anyways i got your stuff.” he leaned over to your side of the car, pushing the button to open his glove compartment. he was close, his upper body stretching over your legs to retrieve whatever.

“i didn’t order anything from you. i still have from—.” but you were cut off when you saw a bag with ten, thick and tightly rolled spliffs.

suna smiled, “sure? swore i saw sum on your twitter today about ‘needin’ a blunt and a booty rub?” he quirked up a brow, his fox eyes shining with mischief.

you rolled your eyes with a scoff, “it was a retweet. and it was addressed to no one in particular, nosey ass.” he didn’t pay the name any mind. he never did when you would mock him. he instead just nodded, chuckling at how quick your defense came.

“uh huh, well here. figure you’re almost out of the other one i gave you.” he pushed the bag to you, dropping it on your lap. the smell was potent, each spliff had to have maybe two to four grams worth inside.

you pulled out your phone from you pants pocket, using your face id to open it, “how much you want for it? i just paid rent so if it’s anything more than a bill, ima have to hand it back.” you went to your messages with him tapping on your apple pay.

“i just want you to smoke one with me. no money.” he leaned his head back against the headrest, looking at you with tired but hopeful eyes.

it sounded like a simple request, but you know what came with it. the flirtatious banter and innuendos. circling around the topic of your relationship but never diving in. the stories of all the demons he’s been fighting. how he wishes you would come back to him.

you were his person after all. no one understood suna quite like you. you had a lifetime-lasting ticket to suna. from who he was to what he liked, his coping mechanisms, his defense ones; his favorite things, his most hated moments…you knew him probably better than he knew himself.

but you should tell him no. you should thank him for the offer but push the bag back into his possession. you should decline and leave the car. leave and break the cycle you found yourself in. this toxic reconciliation cycle.

but he was right. you were almost out, and you were planning to text him for a re-up anyways. and his car was really warm in comparison to outside. why waste a few moments of warming up?

after all, suna was always there when you needed him, weed-related needs aside. like when you had missed the bus and was running late to class (one you had to go to because there was an in-class assignment), you called suna and in five minutes he arrived to your apartment to take you to class. and he even waited until you finished to treat you to ice cream. he was also your go-to whenever you were sad—or even when you wanted to share good news with somebody.

so because of this, it was easy for you to relax back in the car seat, pulling one of the spliffs out of the bag with a huff. “you have a light?” you ask him with your hand out towards him, opened and waiting for him to put whatever bic lighter he had in his cup holder in your hand.

suna instead plucked the spliff from your fingers, and when he noticed your irritated face, he shrugged, “whoever rolls lights first. otherwise it’s bad luck for ‘em. you want me to have bad luck, yeah?” he had a smirk, taunting you with glimmer in his eyes and wiggling brows.

you would normally be playful back, usually biting the bullet and letting suna’s stupid jokes win you over. however, this time wasn’t like the other times.

you were really mad at him.

he had been seen around campus with like three different girls, all under his arm with hearts in their eyes looking at him. yes, you two were no longer together, but you still had a habit of being jealous whenever you saw or heard of new women in suna’s life.

and then on your way home today, as you passed by the usual coffee shop that was in between your college and your home, you saw through the window none other than suna, holding hands with a woman you didn’t know, but knew you hated. their hands were on the table, his thumb rubbing the back of hers and staring intently into her eyes. you couldn’t make out what he was saying, but by the way the girl tucked some hair behind her ear and looked down to avoid suna’s gaze, you could tell what type of conversation they were having.

“yes.” you said quietly, just as he slapped a lighter into your hand. he wasn’t thinking that you’d respond, let alone actually answering the question. but when he heard it, he looked up with his brows furrowed.

“now that’s just mean, sunshine. y’know you oughta be nicer to me. i’m a sensitive soul, remember.” he said with a pout and hand to his heart.

you rolled your eyes, “whatever suna.” you glanced down at the lighter in your hand. it was a gold zippo lighter. engraved on it was ‘if my soul was a spliff, you’d be like… the flame to it.’ —something you had said to him when you two were together, cuddled up in bed and off some pot brownies you bought from osamu.

“y’know,” you started, low eyes watching the screen before you as you lied on suna’s chest, arms wrapped around him. he was sitting up in the bed, running his finger back and forth on your arm. he put on bobs burgers, the two of you really wanting it for more background noise then entertainment.

“if my soul was a spliff, you’d be like…the flame to it.” your face was pressed against his chest so your words were a bit muffled, but he heard you and immediately cracked up in fits of laughter.

“no more edibles for you, sunshine.” he said with a giggle, secretly loving what you said. his cheeks started to get warm, and he was happy you weren’t focused on his face so you couldn’t see him. but he didn’t realize you could hear his heartbeat pick up.

“you still have this?” you asked him, looking at the engraved words, rubbing a finger over them. you gifted the lighter to him as a spontaneous and romantic gift. because of his…line of work, suna was always showering you with gifts. if he was out and saw something that reminded him of you? he got it. saw you glancing just a little too much at something in a store window? it’s yours in the next five minutes.

so how do you top a lot of small gifts? with one big, meaningful, romantic gift. and it just so happened to be an engraved lighter with the first time you ever told him what he meant to you.

suna shrugged, putting the spliff between his lips. “some chick told me refillable is to show how our love will never end. thought she was a sappy thing, that one.” he said. when he watched the way your face dropped at his choice of words, he laughed.

“but i think she was onto something.” he took your wrist, bringing it to him so you could light his spliff. you flicked open the top and did as he wanted, watching the cherry form at the end of the spliff. suna always rolled the spliff around the flame, burning it evenly to avoid it canoeing.

he looked at you through his lashes as you lit the spliff, his honey colored, fox eyes glowing with the help of the flame. your eyes looked to his for a moment, and when you met his gaze, you felt a rush through your body.

when it was good, you moved back quickly, closing the lighter but still keeping it in your hand. you squeezed it, a lame way to channel whatever feeling entered your body. it was either squeezing the lighter or your thighs, and lord only knows the ego suna would get if he caught that.

you cleared your throat, “she might’ve just been dumb and in love.” you mumbled as a response. it wasn’t like your rebuttal wasn’t true. when it had come down to it, you were an honors student with a 3.4 gpa. you were going to go in your future career as a dominating force, immovable. so why the hell was your brain so empty when it came to suna? why was it so easy for him to takeover your world?

“you think it was dumb?”

“i think it was unrealistic. love can end.” you didn’t make eye contact with him. you just stared at the lighter.

suna shook his head and clicked his tongue off the roof of his mouth. “not ours, y/n. we’re too strong to end.” he passed you the spliff, blowing the smoke he inhaled out. you accepted it and took a long pull, feeling the smoke fill your chest.

when you exhaled, a scoff followed after, “you didn’t seem to think that when you had all those women under you on campus, though. you’ve curated quite the fan club from what i’ve seen.”

“your jealousy is flattering, sunshine. but i only have eyes for you.” suna didn’t take you seriously, he never did when you got jealous.

this time, you forced a laugh in response. “ha! there’s no way you’re saying that to me after i literally saw you with another girl at what used to be our place. starin’ at the bitch like she was all that.” you took one last pull before handing the spliff back to him. you folded your arms, sucking your teeth with a pout. “i’m not blind, suna.” you finished, letting him know that you will be addressing what you saw today.

suna was never one for confrontation—honestly, his reasoning was simply because he never cared enough to. but then he met you, and his entire self flipped on its axis. before, when faced with a situation suna didn’t let it stress him past the moment. you hated how nonchalant he was, but he told you it was just his nature.

but you were everything against suna’s nature. you weren’t nonchalant, you weren’t the calm and reasonable type. when you got angry you would see red and your mouth would grow hot with insults for whoever pissed you off and then some. and soon enough, some of your short-tempered ways transferred to suna. he never got to the ‘seeing red’ level, but it was fair to say he would be on the borderline every now and again.

before, when you’d bring up any problems you had about suna, he would be with folded arms and a straight face, either sitting or standing. he wouldn’t egg you on or snap at you, rather he would just take a deep breath and take full accountability, apologizing and moving on.

but now? ohhh! say something to him. no, really—suna wants you to try him. he wants nothing more than for you to keep the rather bitter and hostile energy you had towards him so that he could take it and give it back to you.

suna rolled his eyes in response, “and i’m not deaf y/n. so give me a break! as if you’re innocent? like i don’t hear how atsumu stays calling you names like ‘sweatheart’ and ‘baby’ whenever you’re in his radius? or how he can’t shut up in the locker room about how cute you looked? you’re throwing stones from a glass house, y/n.” his tone was condescending, talking down to you almost.

“oh! and let’s not forget how every fuckin’ time we face his school, you think kai is a goddamn comedian. all giggly and ‘kaiii stop’.” he imitated the way you would be around kai, how you would playfully push him away with giggles leaving your lips when kai would ask when you would stop playing and let him take you out.

you huffed, “that’s not the same as all these bitches being under you! do you see me cuddled up w tsumu? or holding hands on a date with kai?!”

despite the two of you in a heated argument, you continued to share the spliff properly. following the instruction, “puff puff pass” and handing it off when the other needed it. you both were annoyed that you had to go into a high mad at each other, but you couldn’t help it.

“we’re not together anymore, y/n! you have no right to be jealous when all i’m doing is living my life! if i wanna go on a date then ima go on a date. if i wanna walk around campus with some girl then i’ll do that. you just said our love isn’t strong, but now i can’t move on? make that make sense…”

you pushed your lips out, nodding at his words. not because you agreed, but because you were going to be on some petty shit (since that’s obviously what he wanted to do). “ight.” you simply said, taking the spliff from him while at the same time opening your phone.

the car grew quiet after that, you didn’t leave, and suna didn’t say anything more. he simply watched as you tapped away on your phone with one hand while you smoked with the other.

you soon handed him back the spliff, only glancing at him to see if he’d take it. he did, but there was no doubt he did with hesitation, wondering what you were thinking. he decided to just shelf it, maybe let the moment settle and apologize for his outburst.

but all that went flying out the window when he heard the voice of kai nobuyuki come from your phone.

“baby, just text me whenever you’re ready and i’ll come get you. i gotta see you in that lil’ teal number. you’re killing me here.”

and suna finally saw red.

he snatched your phone from your hand, giving you no time to process what happened until he was out the car, reading through your messages with kai.

“what the hell is he texting you at midnight for?” suna asked as he scrolled up to a conversation you and kai had a last night. “ ‘that picture of you has been doing something to me’ ?? what fucking picture did you send him, huh?!” he tried to scroll up to find it, but it was gone, all he saw was the message you sent along with it,

y/n

do you like it? 🥹i thought of you when i bought it

“suna what the fuck!” you climbed out the car, walking around to grab your phone from him. but suna was a step ahead of you, running to the other side as you came around. “you just told me i don’t have the right to be jealous. hypocrite!”

suna didn’t respond to you, not when he was too focused on going to your photos to find the date of the conversation, hoping to find the photo. your camera roll was filled with memes and pictures of you, some goofy ones you took to send to your friends group chat, some aesthetically pleasing ones for your social media, and just random ones. one suna wanted to make his lockscreen because he missed turning on his phone and seeing your face.

when he found the date that matched with your message, there was a picture of you standing in a store, taking a mirror selfie. you were wearing a black skirt, converse and a white nike crewneck; your bum length braids were tied half up half down as you snapped the picture, glossed lips puckered and fingers up in a peace sign.

it should be a normal picture, one suna should’ve just glanced over. but what caught his attention was the store you were in. it was your favorite place to shop, and you were standing in the lingerie section of the establishment.

“so we buyin’ lingerie for other people now? are you out of your mind?!” he yelled. he swiped, and there was a picture taken from your room. you were bending facing the phone, the shot only capturing your pouty lips and figure in the black lace lingerie set. your cleavage was on full display, with your hand cupping you right breast, french tip acrylics contrasting with the black lace.

he swiped again. you were in a teal, babydoll nightgown, posing with your back to the mirror as you ever so slightly lifted up one side of the dress, showcasing just a peek of your ass. it was enough to get his dick to twitch, and if it did that to him, he could only imagine what seeing you like this did to kai. suna was fuming. this had to have been the photo kai got.

a dark chuckle left suna’s lips, one that surprised both you and him. you hadn’t heard something like this come from him. usually when he was mad he would disassociate himself from the situation, but he wasn’t just mad this time.

he was downright pissed!

“rintarō, you said it yourself we’re done—.”

“because it’s what you wanted me to say. just like how you said our love isn’t forever and that it was dumb and unrealistic. that’s what you said! so of course i’m not going to oppose.”

“and you taking my phone is showing me…that i’m wrong?” you asked with a quizzical look, taunting him. “because this just seems to me like i’m right. like you said, we can move on. since that’s what you wanna do then let me do it.”

suna felt like he was losing his mind, “are you dumb?” he asked, getting you to blink in confusion. “like have you actually smoked your last brain cell? i don’t want to move on, y/n! why the hell do you think i still come here? i still sell to you?” he stepped closer to you. “every fucking time i try there you are. stupid eyes just calling me back, every. damn. time. i try another girl, i end up seeing you. i want to fuck on someone new? my dick can’t get up unless it’s to you. i physically cannot move on. ”

you immediately rolled your eyes. suna had played this game one too many times with you. went on a whole ramble about how you plagued his mind when you two weren’t together. at first you bought it. the second time too because he laid it on thick. but now? you were immune.

fool me once, shame on you. fool me twice, shame on me…

“am i supposed to believe that? like i didn’t see what i saw today? because it physically looked like you were capable of moving on to me.”

“and what you’re not?” suna was practically spoon feeding you the attitude you were giving him. “because kai would attest to that.” he waved your phone in your face, still opened on the messages with you and kai. you tried to reach for it, but suna was taller than you by a decent amount so he simply raised his hand, stopping you from getting it. you glared at him. neither of you said anything. you just stared at one another in angry silence.

this always happens! every couple months or so, you and suna part ways and do what is a poor attempt at moving on. it never works out though—maybe will last a month at most, but always ends up with one of you in the other’s bedroom, taking hits of his dab pen and cuddled up, back together once again.

it was like you two had built-in magnets for each other. no matter how far you tried to go, no matter how big a gap suna would put between you two, you would always come back to one another.

so would this time be any different?

[serotonins-stuff]

Mafia boss bf!! who has a table for you right next to his in his office. Decorated with whatever you want.

Mafia boss bf! who has his men carry all your shopping bags

Mafia boss bf! who refers to you as "my lady".

Mafia boss bf! who will give you a kiss in front of all his men, he doesn't care who's watching. He'll pull you in real nice and snug before connecting your lips.

Mafia boss bf! whos makeout sessions have so much power they leave you breathless and weak in the knees.

Mafia boss bf! who loves it on when he sees you bring him coffee in the morning, and you make it exactly how he wants it.

Mafia boss bf! who can't help but keep his hands on you at all times. It doesn't matter where you are, he'll be attached to your hip at all times.

Mafia boss bf! who spoils you.

Mafia boss bf! who looks scary to everyone else but is actually a sweet bean that loves to be babied.

Mafia boss bf! who sits you on his lap while he works on his laptop, and will occasionally explain the work to you. Even though you don't understand a single thing.

Mafia boss bf! who will bring you to some of his important meetings. He'll snuggle you up on his lap while talking to his men.

Mafia boss bf! who doesn't allow any soul to dare disrespect you, or even look at you the wrong way, because there would be hell to pay.

Mafia boss bf! who will deal with anyone you ask him to in a heartbeat. Is someone looking at you weird? He's got you. Someone disrespect you? He'll sort them out.

Mafia boss bf! who teaches you how to fight by training you every week. He wants to make sure that his girl will be able to protect herself when he's not around.

Mafia boss bf! who takes you to the nicest places around the world.

Mafia boss bf! who slaps your ass whenever you bend over to pick something up.

Mafia boss bf! who's obsessed with your waist, he can't help but hold it and rub small circles on it wherever he gets the chance.

Mafia boss bf! who deathstares anyone that walks into his office while you're sleeping. How dare they attempt to disturb your beauty sleep?

Mafia boss bf! who sits patiently and watches you attentively as you try on clothes at the store. He'll look at you with such loving eyes and a smile that makes you weak in the knees.

Mafia boss bf! who whines and clings to you in the morning whenever you have to get up.

"You're mine"

"My girl"

"Be good yeah?"

"Shhhh, the wife is calling"

Karma, BAKUGO, Kirishima, HAWKS, KURROO, BOKUTO, DAICHI, EREN, Jean, Asta, MIKEY, Draken, BAJI, Kazutora, HANMA, Ran, GOJO, GETO, TOJI, Tengen

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Fanfics drabble > SUNA.R x Reader

Genre : Scifi

You walk out of class with Jaelyn and Thalia talking about the new gossip over a girl named Faith fighting a girl earlier this week, when your conversation got interrupted by one of your friends running passt you

“What is he doing here?” Jaelyn asks

Thalia shrugs “Not my business”

You chuckle

Elijah stops running as he passes the corner which the three of you pass and stop to talk to him

“What are you doing here?” You ask holding your math book closer to you

“We’re having a water balloon fight” he explains

“We?” Thalia asks

Elijah nods “Yeah, me, Atsumu, rintaro and few other guys”

Jaelyn frowns “You know boys aren’t allowed here right?” Before he could answer her, a loud splash interrupted and the white wall was now green

“You missed!” He shouts at Atsumu before running away

“Hello ladies” Atsumu quickly greet the three of you as he runs after Elijah

“It’s never a boring day here” You mumble turning around and bump into someone

“Ash shit, Y/n. My bad” Rintaro apologizes

You frown as you saw, a mischievous glint shines in his eyes

Without warning, he swiftly uses you as a shield, effectively blocking himself from any potential water balloon attacks

You let out a startled yelp as you feel the impact of several water balloons hitting your back, while Rintaro remains unscathed

"Rin!" You exclaim, glaring at him

Rintaro chuckles, thoroughly pleased with his impromptu defense tactics

But before you can retaliate, the two familiar figures join the scene

Atsumu and Elijah, both holding armfuls of water balloons, burst onto the scene with matching grins on their faces

Atsumu tosses a water balloon in your direction but misses by a hair as you skillfully dodge it

"Nice move, Rin! Way to use Y/n as a shield!" he shouts

Elijah, on the other hand, throws a water balloon toward Thalia, his aim landing spot-on as she lets out a surprised shriek, Her arm being now the color blue

"You're next!" she declares, quickly retaliating with her own counterattack

Jaelyn, never one to back down, grins at the chaos unfolding around her

he snatches a water balloon from a nearby bucket and launches a perfect throw at Rintaro

It connects with a satisfying splat, soaking him from head to toe

You laugh at him being completely pink

Soon, more students passing by are drawn to the excitement

The water balloon fight becomes an all-out spectacle, with students of all ages and genders joining in the hallway without a care

Laughter echoes, colorful balloons burst, and the sound of joy fills the air

The sound of an authoritative voice cuts through the commotion

Principal Wilson, looking stern and unamused

"Children’s!" he bellows, his voice booming across the hallway

"Stop this instant! You are disrupting the order of the school!"

Everyone freezes, the joyous expressions on their faces quickly fading

The six of you exchange worried glances, realizing that their newfound playground has caught the attention of higher authority.

Principal Wilson marches over to the group, his towering presence sending a wave of unease through the six friends

"You have all clearly violated several rules," he declares, pointing his finger sternly

"Playing with water balloons, causing mayhem, and disrupting the learning environment."

“The last part is false since school is over” Atsumu mumbles

He pauses for a moment "You all have detention!" he declares with an air of finality, his voice leaving no room for argument

“Your comment probably made it worse” Jaelyn mumbles as she start walking

“It was the truth!” The blonde defends himself

With heads held high and their colorful paint still evident, the six of you trudge through the school corridors towards the designated detention room

The weight of the punishment is palpable as you navigate through the bustling hallways, silently hoping that time would pass quickly

However, to their surprise and delight, their spirits are lifted when, after just a few minutes into their detention, the door creaks open, announcing the arrival of your other friends

Aran, Oikawa, and Sakusa step into the room.

Grinning widely, Oikawa announces their fashionably late arrival

"Sorry for the delay, folks. But you can always count on Ms. Anderson to take her sweet time!"

Aran feigns offense, raising an eyebrow playfully

"I wouldn’t say that," he retorts

Time flies by as the group falls into the familiar rhythms, laughing

The once daunting detention room transforms into a space of shared experiences and cherished memories

It's only when the sound of the final bell rings through the school, bringing their detention to a close, that everyone realize how quickly the minutes had passed

[A/N] :this is part of chap 24 :)

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