#hhhh let's hope the recipes I got are good!

[capisback]

Kinda wanna make Ochazuke, but, like, without salmon? Because that’s expensive and since idk if Ochazuke’s even any good, I don’t really want to put that in yet? Maybe if I put in some Bonito flakes instead....

[hardskz]

[ 3:30 pm ] you should’ve seen it coming that being forced to work on a group assignment with basketball player!jisung and swimmer!hyunjin was a recipe for disaster. it’s no secret that the two star athletes of your school harbour a mutual hatred that started way back when they were just mere children, but nobody warned you that their need to prove their superiority to one another also applies to things outside of sports.

“am i making you feel good?” hyunjin rasps while keeping a steady grip on your hips. you whine louder in response and throw your head back against his shoulder when he flexes his thigh and guides your hips to grind on him even faster. “words, love. talk to me,” he muses in between featherlight kisses on your neck.

“yes, y-you’re… hhhh... making me feel so good,” you moan as you continue to hump his thigh. 

upon hearing this, jisung scoffs and latches his hands onto your waist to pull you on his lap, your back pressed against his bare chest. at the loss of friction, you’re about to complain, but you immediately snap your head back once he plunges two spit-coated fingers in you, making you inhale sharply at the stretch. “do you prefer me pleasuring you? i’m better, right?”

“mmh yes,” you whimper and nod obediently, writhing when he curls his fingers.

“oh please, y/n is too far gone and will answer with yes to everything.” hyunjin rolls his eyes as he takes off his shirts. he doesn’t miss the way your eyes hungrily follow the lines of his abs nor the way you lick your lips. 

unsatisfied by how much quieter you’ve become, jisung picks up the pace, causing you to yelp. “doesn’t change the fact that y/n said i’m better than you, hwang.”

that seems to flip the switch in hyunjin and makes him lose his last hanging threads of composure. “you need a fucking reality check, han,” he snarls before he pulls you into a kiss. it’s really more of a messy clash of lips and tongues and drool dripping out of your mouth the more you struggle to breathe, but it’s enough to rile you up and thrust sloppily into jisung’s fingers and want more.

your fingers start to wander to undo hyunjin’s belt, but he’s quick to grab your hands and pin them to your sides. “no no, love. let us do the work and just enjoy.”

he pulls you back for another kiss, but with every passing moment he grows more and more dominant and you become needier and needier. it’s obvious in the way you rut on jisung like a dog, the way your high-pitched moans come out muffled and when jisung starts to suck on your throat, the last bits of self-control is thrown out the window. 

it’s filthy. for a cloudy afternoon, it sounds way too filthy. low groans and the nasty sound of lips smacking and sucking bounces off your bedroom walls and your head is buzzing from the burning heat. there are dozens of thoughts running in your mind, but the only one that matters is having one of them pound into you from behind, and the other one fuck your mouth until you’re sore and you feel as if your vocal chords ripped. too dizzy to process your surroundings, you don’t notice how jisung has given the reigns to the other and pushes you back on hyunjin’s lap to slip out of his jeans. 

at the sight of the makeout session and you basically getting off on his thighs, jisung groans lowly as he palms himself over his boxers. hyunjin raises a brow before he pulls away and turns you around so that your back hits his chest.

“don’t tell me you’re gonna come in your pants like a thirteen year-old from watching us kiss,” he says shamelessly, making the other grit his teeth.

“i hope you fucking choke.”

“i’m a swimmer. unlike you, i can go for a while without oxygen. you should hope that i won’t be the one strangling you soon.”

“before you get to even touch me i’ll have broken your hand already. don’t underestimate basketball players.”

their quarrel is cut short by the loud whine that escapes your mouth. all eyes snap to your direction, and wherever you look, the only thing you can read out of them is unfiltered lust. it should make you cower from being intimidated, but it does rather the opposite and fuels you to do more. the next thing you know, a pair of strong and calloused hands (jisung? you’re too busy seeking for attention to confirm it) hold your hips down in a vice grip, stopping you from grinding onto hyunjin. 

“you got our attention now,” hyunjin begins and hungrily runs his tongue along his bottom lip, “so, who do you want to fuck you?”

your ears perk up at the question and suddenly, your blood runs cold. “only one of you?” you ask in a small voice.

“so needy,” he chuckles darkly and you fight off a whimper when a finger prods at your entrance. “but for the first round, it’s either me or him. so tell us, love.”

the hands on your hips rub soothing circles into your skin, but it’s not working. fucking hell, as if it was that easy to decide and just settle for one. you haven’t even seen any of their dicks yet but you’re certain that they’re both able to make you feel stuffed to the brim. unable to make a decision, you frantically shake your head and add, “i can’t! i want both of you, a-aah, please—“

“that won’t do, baby,” jisung tuts and pulls his hands away. “guess we’ll have to do this.” with that, he gets off the bed and your eyes widen in arousal and in wariness when you see him return with a flannel shirt. 

it doesn’t take hyunjin long to connect the dots once the other attempts to roll it up as neatly as possible. within moments, jisung wraps the makeshift blindfold over your eyes and from there on, all you see is black. 

with your vision taken away, you realize just how much you’ve been leaking on hyunjin’s lap, and you can’t help but shudder at the picture of staining his jeans even more. it doesn’t last long though, as your back suddenly hits the soft pillows and you make out some faint whispers and the mattress dipping. a shaky moan flies past your lips when you feel someone spread your thighs apart and prod at your entrance with kitten licks, while the other grabs ahold of your wrists and ties them together with some fabric. 

who whispers in your ear, you can’t tell. either way, a shiver runs down your spine and you just hope that they’d be merciful enough to let you be able to walk the next day. 

“here’s the deal. we’re gonna rile you up without you knowing who’s doing what to you, and based on that, you’re going to blindly decide whose dick you want in you first.”

[haikyuuwriting]

so hhhh since u asked for reqs-- oikawa and iwa (separately) trying to surprise their s/o on their bday by trying to make a cake for them? ty :D

hi miyu <3 i hope you like these i had a blast writing them uwu

Oikawa

Oikawa’s mother and sister always liked to tease him in his area of weakness: cooking. He could get by in the field - he made a good egg omelet on his good days. Usually he settled for easy to make ramen or cereal when he idn’t trust his abilities, though. Which is why his mother laughed loudly when she walked into the kitchen one morning to find him sitting at the kitchen table hovering over his phone, various measuring tools and bowls spread out on the table around him.

“Birthday cake? Ah, is it Y/N-chan’s birthday today?” She beamed at him, moving to take the phone from his hands and go through the ingredients.

“Nope!” Oikawa yelped, moving away from his mom, making her frown and set her hands on her hips, “It’ll be even more special if I make it myself from scratch!”

“True. Please don’t poison Y/N-chan, though, you know I’m very fond of them. And clean up the mess when you’re done!” With that Oikawa’s mom left the kitchen, and a few seconds later he could hear the sound of the TV in the living room and her laughter at whatever soap opera was playing.

Left in the quiet kitchen, he got to work, playing music from his phone loud enough for only his ears. He found himself enjoying the process of measuring and mixing things into what he hoped looked like cake batter. He’d made cake before with his sister - but it had been way easier back then since it had been with cake mix. He remained optimistic, though. It was Y/N’s special day and he didn’t want to ruin it.

God knows how long later he was taking it out of the oven and icing it carefully, not even noticing his mom entering the kitchen behind him until she tsked loudly. “Smoother, Tooru. That’s messy.”

“’Kay.” She disappeared to the living room again and Oikawa was sure to smooth his icing carefully. In a separate bowl he mixed in food coloring and with his mom’s piping bag he decorated the edges, feeling immensely proud of his steady hand. He didn’t trust himself enough to try writing Y/N’s name on the cake and a cheerful “Happy Birthday!” so instead he stuck on the appropriate candle numbers and carefully slid the cake into his mother’s plastic cake box he hadn't even known she had until he rummaged through the cupboards.

The walk to Y/N’s house was pleasant enough, even thought Oikawa jumped at anything that moved since he was terrified of a cat attacking him now, in the most important moment of his day (he’d been attacked once and he never would forget it.) Luckily he didn’t drop the cake and made it to Y/N’s house safely and was able to knock on their door before anything catastrophic happened to the cake.

Oikawa had dropped by earlier to give Y/N their present - he hadn’t told them about the cake, since he wanted it to be a surprise and bonus present. The look of surprise on Y/N’s face when they opened the door was priceless in Oikawa’s eyes and worth every second of freaking out about the oven’s temperature or the color of the cake and icing.

“Tooru did you bake this?” Y/N gaped, taking the cake from him and inviting him inside. Y/N had a party hat on even though there had been no birthday party - Oikawa had given it to them earlier and it appeared as though they had not taken it off.

“Yes I did,” he said proudly, following Y/N to the kitchen. He watched as they laid plates, forks, and a knife on the table beside the cake.  Y/N carefully cut them both a slice, letting out an appreciative “ooooo” when they saw the fluffy inside. Oikawa took a bite at the same time as them and both looked at each other in amazement at how good it taste.

“I thought you said you sucked at baking!” Y/N exclaimed, digging their fork in for another bite. “This is great!”

“It was my love for you that fueled my new passion, Y/N-chan,” Oikawa said as he dramatically stabbed his fork into the cake. “No one believed in me but against the odds I prevailed-”

“You’ve got some icing on your cheek.”

“Do I? Where-” he let out a screech when Y/N swiped an icing filled finger across his cheek. He laughed at her pleased expression and dipped his own finger in icing, moving towards Y/N slowly. “A grave mistake, Y\/N-chan!”

Iwaizumi

It was no secret to Iwaizumi’s close friends that he could bake. He made muffins a lot and always shared - and his biggest fan of his baked goods was Y/N. But he’d never made them an actual birthday cake for their special day - only cookies or other special sweets. So he decided to make one this time, figuring it would be pretty fun to try and make one from scratch.

His first mistake was assuming he’d be alone the morning of Y/N’s birthday. When he woke up he saw not one face hovering above his head but two. He didn’t even scream; he was way too used to this at this point.

“Did you forget?” Makki asked, grinning cheekily. “Today’s vlog day!”

Makki and Mattsun, the insufferable duo, had promised Y/N to film a vlog this year for their birthday. Not for the purpose of YouTube, just for their personal memories. It was actually a genuinely sweet idea - but they were narrating, filming, and editing the whole thing. Knowing Y/N, though, they’d love it.

The two waited for Iwaizumi in the kitchen, making small talk with his parents as he did his morning routine. Thank god he’d woken up early today. He could only imagine how early the two must’ve gone to Y/N’s place to film their Happy Birthday duet song (backing vocals by Oikawa, previously recorded since he didn’t get up earlier than 10 AM when he could avoid it).

“We went to Y/N’s at 12AM,” Mattsun informed Iwaizumi as he started getting out what he needed and setting it on the table. “We’d gotten family permission and everything - we’re professionals. And her family adores us so they didn’t mind.”

“Tell us what you’re doing now, Iwa.” Iwaizumi turned to find himself in front of Makki’s phone, the camera pointed directly at what he hoped was his face and not zoomed into his eyebrows or something.

“Getting everything to make Y/N’s cake. Since you guys are here I’m assuming you’ll help.”

His second mistake.

“Ohmygod how do you even turn this on,” Mattsun nearly screamed over the loud mixer noises of an already turned on standing mixer.

“Iwa I sincerely hope you know what you’re doing because this seems like too many eggs,” Makki said from the kitchen counter, expertly holding his phone camera in one hand and cracking eggs and dropping them into a bowl in the other.

“I know what I’m doing,” Iwaizumi replied, turning off the mixer and telling Mattsun to preheat the oven. He knew they were just messing around, and he didn’t mind much.

A while later Mattsun was narrating to Makki’s phone the “monstrosity” of a cake that Iwaizumi had produced from the heavens, and then the three of them were off to Y/N’s house with it, their presents for Y/N in tow.

They were the first to get to the party, and Y/N opened the door for them, beaming in a shirt that said “BIRTHDAY ROYALTY” in all caps, no doubt gifted to her by Oikawa. “Hajime it looks great!” Y/N exclaimed, pausing to wave at the camera before ushering everyone inside.

Thankfully the cake lived up to the hype; everyone at the party enjoyed it and even asked for the recipe when he was alone. A few days later, when Y/N’s vlog was given to her and she sat down with Iwaizumi to watch it, she laughed at Makki and Mattsun’s reviews of it with him. “10/10, and we’re not just saying that because we helped but because Y/N wouldn’t stop bragging about her baker boyfriend to us in between present openings.”