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[iamnotdeadyet]

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Silly boys who think they don't already love you.

Silly boys who can't understand why their cock twitches in their pants everytime they get too close to you. You're just friends right?

Silly boys who can't help but think of you when they jerk off. And then they get hard right after cumming because their silly little mind thought of your pretty pussy.

Silly boys who want to be beneath you. Who want your hands around their neck while fucking them into oblivion. Oh no! They shouldn't think like that, because you're just friends right?

Silly boys who realize just how much they love you when you confess first and fuck them dumb afterwards. I'm talking, head thrown back, no words, eyes rolled back and tongue lolling out kind of fucked dumb.

SPECIAL MENTIONS: GOJO SATORU, YUJI ITADORI, Hinata Shoyo, Kageyama, Atsumu + ur fav!! ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

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[maisbookstore]

The Pastry Shop Girl- Prologue

Credit to the artist who created this picture, whoever you are, this is simply amazing!

Timeskip Miya Osamu x Reader; Timeskip Miya Atsumu x Reader (undecided)

Genre: fluff

Warning: grammar mistakes

Keywords: enemies to lovers, dare, challenge

A short description: Dear reader, take my hand as we dive into the drama of the year! Miya Osamu, a semi-popular restaurant owner decided to have a one-sided beef with the daughter of the neighbouring pastry shop, who happens to be a polyglot, hence attracting his potential foreign customers there. So what should he do now? Call the devil, aka Miya Atsumu, who lives for a good challenge. What would happen now?

A quote from the fanfiction:

"All the English words he had trouble pronouncing rolled out of her lips so naturally, other times he heard her talking in what seemed to be perfect German with all the “ch” spelled like a native. Her tone completely changed when she was talking in French, deepening her voice, pressing the “e” to come out sounding more “oui” if it made sense, and her Russian was just amazing. Osamu was in awe of her ability, but was also crazy mad. How dare this girl steal away his customers?

So the plan was born...

~ Miya Atsumu was someone who could like a good challenge occasionally. If someone said: “You can’t do it” the faux-blondette laughed in their face and said: “Watch me”. Hence trouble, like a good friend accompanied him, making his life spicier. Upon reading his brother’s text, his lips curled into a devilish smile for two reasons: Osamu asking for help? OSAMU? His ice cold brother, who has always been mr. “I know what I’m doing, stop interrupting me, ‘Tsumu”?"

The city of Osaka has always been bustling, even at night- especially then- when the people who have been working late could finally go home, but before travelling to their places they must stop and fill their stomach at the new restaurant that’s been advertised everywhere: Onigiri Miya. Started out as a small stand where the owner prepared various types of onigiri- it has become a restaurant; a very successful one actually, and now the place operates with more than ten employee plus Miya Osamu- the owner. Coming from Hyogo prefecture, the twin brother of Miya Atsumu- a famous volleyball player, currently playing for MSBY Black Jackals- adorned with his sweet and simple Kansai dialect, the man was a pleasant addition to the ever-so-lively city. However, under his calm demaneour, the black haired man was restless, like an active volcano, ready to erupt and melt everything that’s around him. The reason? Oh, where should we even begin?

After moving to Osaka, the younger twin had trouble finding a place where he could start his own business. He had studied, worked hard, and was not afraid to start anew, yet seemingly the people of the city seemed to be ignoring him. Which was natural, considering that Osaka was full of restaurants, why would people even choose his? That’s when inspiration, like a muse, kissed him on the lips and then success followed: first he moved to a more popular part of the city, where a lot of tourists might saunter. Of course, the idea was good, but then Osamu quickly realized that it was no wonder that he was put in class 1 during his highschool years, as he could hardly communicate with the foreigners. He could understand some Chinese, Korean and a very little English but was completely lost upon hearing French, German, Thai or Spanish. Fortunatelly, he got enrolled in various language classes, downloaded applications that were designed for Japanese people who had trouble understanding other languages, and after a few months Osamu at least could somewhat communicate with foreigners. But his success was overshadowed by the neighbouring pastry shop, owned by a family native to Osaka, and whose daughter happened to be a polyglot, driving Osamu’s potential customers there. The man was not enthusiastic to say the least.He sweated blood and tears, stayed up late, perfected his already perfect onigiri and lo and behold, comes a girl, barely in her early twenties, who’s not even a cook or a baker, yet she’s attracts people, like a bazaar monkey. (His words, not mine)

All the English words he had trouble pronouncing rolled out of her lips so naturally, other times he heard her talking in what seemed to be perfect German with all the “ch” spelled like a native. Her tone completely changed when she was talking in French, deepening her voice, pressing the “e” to come out sounding more “oui” if it made sense, and her Russian was just amazing. Osamu was in awe of her ability, but was also crazy mad. How dare this girl steal away his customers?

So the plan was born...

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Miya Atsumu was someone who could like a good challenge occasionally. If someone said: “You can’t do it” the faux-blondette laughed in their face and said: “Watch me”. Hence trouble, like a good friend accompanied him, making his life spicier. Upon reading his brother’s text, his lips curled into a devilish smile for two reasons: Osamu asking for help? OSAMU? His ice cold brother, who has always been mr. “I know what I’m doing, stop interrupting me, ‘Tsumu”? The second reason being: he was single. Painfully so. Honestly, because of his job as a professional volleyball player, it was hard to find time to date, and truth be told, the blonde man was kind of lonely. He finally reached the “old” age of twenty nine, when one night hits did nothing to him. Many of his teammates has settled with a spouse and children, or at least pets of some sort. Atsumu however spent his nights binge-watching old action movies, that he has seen at least sixty times already. And counting.

Osamu’s text sat there on read, while he was wheezing out of his mind. Finally, after many hours he decided to reply: “Count me in”. Not even asking for more information about this girl, who he should “seduce”, nothing let it be a surprise. Is she ugly? Is she annoying? Who cares. There is a challenge around here and Miya Atsumu will not back away.

Like a fox planning his next move, excitement was filling his blood, the man was about to hunt, and his prey was a girl, who he hasn’t even met yet. It’s been months since the man felt such a thrill. Women were so easy to persuade if one throws in the “pro athlete” card. He could say the most blatant, utterly disgusting shit and they’d still pull their underwear off. It was boring, almost disappointing. He kind of expected the same reaction from the pastry shop polyglot girl, who got under his brother’s sleeves.

Oh how wrong he was!

[lynnaredfield3383]

Broken Hearts

Warnings: No Happy Ending, angst

"Where are ya," Osamu's sleep filled voice came over the line.

You took a deep breath, the upscale bar behind you filled with nothing but troubled men with deep pockets and boring stories. All it did was make you sick for your ex.

"That bar a few blocks from my apt."

You heard rustling on the other end of the line.

"Are ya safe? I'll be there in ten minutes. If I can find my damn keys," Osamu's soft tone filled with annoyance.

"Samu...I'm fine, but I'm calling because I want to...I want to see you," your voice trembled and you hoped he didn't hear it.

"It's a bad idea, Y/N."

The way Osamu sighed broke your heart. It was clear he'd given up on you. You damn well knew he'd moved on too, but here you were calling him.

"Okay. I'm sorry, but I had to try because I'm not done with us, Samu. I'm just not, but I'll leave you alone from now on."

You hung up as the tears started to fall.

"Y/N wait...damn," Osamu whispered.

Behind him, his current situationship or whatever the hell it was slept. Sighing, he rubbed his face and lay back down staring at the ceiling.

Osamu wasn't done with you either, but it was healthier for the both of you this way. Osamu forced himself to be at peace with his decision. Because if he didn't stand his ground, neither of you would ever move on.

[seumyo]

husband!kageyama taking care of your nails for you.

“You know, when you told me you were going to clip my nails, I didn’t think you meant it seriously.”

Kageyama gave a small grunt, not looking up. “I always mean it seriously.”

“That’s what worries me a little.”

He blinked, pausing to glance at you. “Why?”

“Because you have your ‘actual game face’ on. Like you’re about to hit the ball through someone’s soul—my poor finger’s soul.”

His brow furrowed. “This is delicate work,” he said, as if it were obvious. “I have to focus. And I’m careful.”

You laughed, watching him lift your hand like it was a precious object. He took a long moment to examine your fingers—turning them slightly, his thumb brushing along your knuckles in slow circles. It’s gentle and careful, and it warms your heart to see your husband so loving like this.

“You have a hangnail here,” he muttered, frowning. “Were you picking at it again?”

“I got nervous during that meeting yesterday.”

He clicked his tongue quietly. “Stop doing that. You’ll hurt yourself.”

“I didn’t know I’d be getting a full checkup afterward!”

“You don’t need to be nervous. You’re… good at what you do.” His voice dropped a little as he said it, like it embarrassed him to offer praise so directly. “I’ve heard you on the phone. You’re smart. And brave.”

You blinked at him, caught off guard. Your smile softened. “That’s the sweetest thing you’ve said all week.”

“I said you looked pretty yesterday.”

“You said I ‘looked rested.’”

“…Oh. Well, you look even prettier today.”

You laughed, and it made his ears turn pink.

He clipped your nails gently, his hands steady, fingers long and precise. He held each of yours securely, guiding you through the process like a practiced routine. It wasn’t rushed; Kageyama took his time, carefully aligning the clipper, checking the angle twice before making a cut. After each nail, he paused to brush the trimmed bits into a little ceramic bowl they kept nearby.

“Do you do this often?” You asked after a long pause. “For yourself, I mean?”

He nodded once. “Every few days. I have to. My fingers are everything. If I don’t keep my nails short and clean, they can catch on the ball or split. It’s stupid how much one little crack can mess with your whole game.”

You gave him a look, eyes wide with something like quiet awe. “You take this so seriously.”

“It’s part of taking care of myself,” he said, and his gaze lifted to yours. “And now it’s part of taking care of you too.”

Your breath caught for just a moment. How did you ever get so lucky to snag this man?

Kageyama picked up the small file next and began to smooth the edges with slow, even strokes. The motion was rhythmic and tender. You watched the way he focused so intently on the task—the slight pinch in his brow, the way his lower lip pressed into a thin line when he was trying to be especially careful.

“You always do this when you’re nervous,” you said softly, brushing your free hand against his hair.

“Do what?”

“Zone in. Like the world disappears except the thing you’re trying to control.”

Kageyama was quiet for a moment, then exhaled. “That’s… true.”

“Are you nervous right now?”

He hesitated. “Not nervous. Just… I want to get it right.”

“Because it’s me?”

He gave the tiniest nod, eyes still trained on your thumbnail. “You’re important. I don’t want to mess anything up.”

You leaned in, resting your forehead against his for a beat. “You won’t.”

The silence between you grew comfortable. The kind of quiet that speaks in glances and gentle touches. After he filed the last nail, he gently ran his thumb across each fingertip, checking for snags, tiny splinters, anything he might have missed. Then he reached for the cuticle oil and unscrewed the little bottle with a slow, almost reverent motion.

“I’m going to massage this in,” he said, almost shyly—yet still determined.

You nodded, watching him carefully as he dabbed a small dot of oil on each nail, then rubbed it in with soft, circular motions. His touch was warm, so warm, like the atmosphere during mornings in a bakery. The way he held your hand wasn’t just careful—it was reverent. As if your hands were something sacred. Something worth protecting.

“I like your hands,” he said suddenly.

You scrunched your nose, barely. “Really?”

“They’re soft. And warm. And… I know them.” His voice dropped lower, murmuring. “I know the way you hold my wrist when I’m anxious. The way you press your palm to my back when I come home late. How you run your fingers through my hair when I can’t sleep.”

You swallowed. Your chest ached in that lovely, terrible way when someone says exactly what you needed to hear without knowing it.

“I want to take care of them,” he added, brushing his thumb along the side of your pinky. “Because they take care of me.”

“Tobio…”

He looked up then, eyes a little wide like he was afraid he’d gone too far. But you leaned forward before he could pull back and kissed him softly. When you pulled away, your voice was barely a whisper. “You are the gentlest man I’ve ever known.”

He shook his head, a breath of laughter escaping. “I’m not.”

“You are. Maybe not with words. Or… you know, strangers. But with me? You’re gentle in all the ways that matter.”

You sat like that for a long moment—hands still entwined, foreheads nearly touching, the world outside fading into white noise. Then Kageyama cleared his throat. “I could… maybe paint them next time? If you want?”

Your eyes lit up. “You’d paint my nails?”

He gave an awkward little shrug. “If you like it. I’d have to practice.”

You hummed, pulling him forward into another kiss, lingering and full of affection. “You’re already perfect.”

Kageyama flushed from the base of his neck to the tips of his ears once again. He’s so easily flustered—it’s almost illegal to be this cute, you think.

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[chaepink]

can u make headcannons on sub!yan’s tendencies in the relationship?

also can i be 🉑 or 🌝 anon?

dating sub!yandere boys hcs ♡

sub!yandere boys when they date you.

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dom!fem!reader, unhealthy relationship, mention of killing/murder, both sfw and nsfw!, mention of feminization, bondage

note: yes you can be 🌝 anon!

— your yandere would be possessive of you, even more compared to when you two were just friends

— well, you thought you two were just friends. he already assumed you two were together sometime earlier during his friendship with you

— he would do anything for you in order to make sure you're happy and safe

— a friend of yours is getting too touchy with you? well the next day that friend is ignoring you and when you confront them, they look at you scared and quickly scurry away from you. did your yandere do something to them? surely not

— a weird guy keeps following you around your neighborhood? well a couple of days later you see on the news that his body has been found near a river and weirdly enough, you havent seen your yandere on the days before the guy's death

— you complain to your yandere about how a teacher gave you a bad grade on something you worked so hard on? suddenly your grade changes to a A and that same exact teacher suddenly resigns from the school

— he'll try his best to know where you are most of the time and try to follow you back home to make sure you're safe (though its really obvious, you don't acknowledge him so he thinks he's actually doing something)

— but no matter how scary and possessive they are of you, they just want to be good for you, really

— its almost as if they're a puppy for you, always there for your beck and call

— give them a simple command and they'll do it immediately, no questions asked

— ask them to buy you a snack from the nearest store? he'll return back with a bagful of others that he thought you would like

— they're super clingy and always want to be near you

— somehow they manage to have the same exact classes that you have and at the same time. maybe you guys are just lucky? little do you know that your yandere hacked into the principal's computer to change his schedule to fit with yours

— if you're sick, they would immediately fetch you some medicine and make so many bowls of your favorite soup that you're not sure you could finish them all

— they would be so sad when you're sick cause that means they can't be as close as they usually are with you :(

— in bed, nothing changes at all. rather, he becomes even more infatuated with you

— they're still so good and obedient for you, always following your commands. its cute

— like what i said with him doing it with no hesitation, your yandere is eager to do what you say

— tell him to get on his knees? say less as he's already doing so, staring up at you with such innocent eyes

— tell him to open his mouth for you to stick your fingers inside? he opens wide and sticks out his tongue in such a sinful manner, hazy eyes absolutely begging you to make him choke on your fingers as drool drips down his chin

— order him to suck your strap and get it all wet? he's quick to get in between your legs and get his hands on the fake dick, his mouth going straight to bobbing it up and down and gagging as it hits the back of his throat. he'll try to subtly grind his hard on against your foot without you noticing but you do anyways but he's being a good boy so you allow it

— and oh my god is he so shameless in public

— no hesitation in telling you what he wants you to do to him when there are people around

— you'll be at brunch with some of your friends and suddenly you'll feel a hot breath on your ear, such sinful words coming soon after

"im wearing lingerie under my clothes, your favorite set too. wouldn't you like to just ruin me right here and now? make me cry and look so pretty while you show everyone im yours?"

— safe to say that you immediately dragged him to the family bathroom and fingered him until he was gripping onto you for dear life, begging and crying out for you to stop and take pity on him (he's lying about wanting you to stop)

— when you're out with errands or just at work, he'll take such sinful pictures of himself to send to you randomly

— the pictures would include his legs spread out, a obvious bulge in his underwear, and something adorning his body whether its lingerie, a maid outfit, or rope that's tied so tightly on him

— if he's feeling like teasing you even more, he'll send whimpering audios that beg you to come home and fuck him and if you listen close enough, you'll hear some wet noises that let you know that he's masturbating

"f-fuck, [name] come back s-soon, please? i-i miss you so much! i- ah! i-im wearing your favorite outfit right now! i'll be a g-good ngh boy waiting for you ♡"

— itll end up with you rushing home after you're finished to fuck him dumb in that outfit, making it stained with his tears and cum

— he knows you can't really get him pregnant but your yandere just loves those straps with cum in them that you can just shoot inside him whenever you're fucking him fast and rough

— that'll make his eyes roll back and head throw backwards as he lets out such a loud mewl at the feeling of your fake cum filling him up

— and afterwards he'll tease you by using his fingers to push the cum thats gushing out of his hole back in before licking his fingers

— although your yandere is a good boy for you most of the time, theres times where he's a brat

— he'll talk back to you whenever you command him to do something or cum without permission

— but just some long edging or overstimulation will break him and turn him into a sobbing mess

— tying his hands to the headboard and keeping his legs spread apart whilst a vibrator is inside him on the highest setting is his favorite punishment

— your yandere thinks you don't know that since you do it all the time but you actually do know it, you just love the way his face is stained with his drool and tears while his chest and the sheets underneath him is covered in his cum afterwards

— such a slut but we love him for it

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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[noorpersona]

Favourite Positions: Suna

Suna Rintaro was patient. Too patient.

He liked to take his time, to watch, learn, memorize—every reaction, every sharp inhale, every way your body responded to his touch. He was never in a rush. Never let his ego get ahead of him. But this?

This was new.

You were pinned beneath him, legs hooked around his waist, your body shaking as he pushed into you—deep, slow, relentless. His hands were firm against your thighs, keeping you open, keeping you exactly where he wanted. The feeling of your warmth wrapped so tight around him sent a slow, burning pleasure through his spine, but what really had him losing his mind was you.

The way your breath stuttered every time he rolled his hips. The way your nails scraped at his arms, your legs twitching as he stretched you out. The way you gasped his name like it was the only word you knew.

And then it happened.

The moment he angled his hips just right, just deep enough to press against that sweet spot—

Your breath hitched—

Your entire body tensed—

And then, you came.

Fast. Hard. Too hard.

Suna felt it, the way your walls squeezed him tight, the way your legs locked up, a choked cry breaking past your lips. The way your hands clawed at his back, searching for anything to hold onto as you shattered underneath him.

He stilled—just for a second—his sharp eyes flicking up to watch you completely fall apart beneath him.

Oh.

Oh, yeah. This was it.

A slow, wicked smirk stretched across his lips. He liked that.

"Didn’t even last a minute," he murmured, voice low, teasing, smug.

You barely registered his words, your body limp, your mind foggy with the aftershocks. But Suna wasn’t done.

He let you catch your breath for a second, his hands rubbing slow, lazy circles over your thighs. But then—

He pressed his weight into you, rolling his hips again—deeper, slower this time, dragging out the pleasure until you gasped, your body twitching from oversensitivity. And he felt it. The way you clenched involuntarily, still on edge, still sensitive.

"Oh?" His grip on your thighs tightened, his smirk deepening as his voice dipped into something darker, lower. “Still sensitive?”

A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest as you whimpered, your nails digging into his arms. He was going to have fun with this.

One of his hands left your thigh, sliding up the length of your body—slow, teasing, purposeful—before wrapping around your throat, his thumb brushing over your pulse. His mouth hovered just above yours, his breath warm, teasing, his words coated in amusement.

"That was too fast, baby," he murmured, tilting his head slightly, watching your dazed expression with something like satisfaction. "Guess that means this is my new favorite."

His thumb pressed against your jaw, tilting your face up toward him. His dark, lidded gaze roamed over your features, soaking in the flush on your cheeks, the parted lips, the way your chest heaved. You were wrecked. And that made something primal twist in his stomach. He wanted to see it again.

So he moved.

Slow. Deep. Unrelenting.

The pace was different this time—no teasing, no holding back. He wanted to feel you come apart again. Wanted to feel your walls flutter around him, to watch you drown in the sensation. He wanted to chase that reaction again and again until it was burned into him.

"Too much?" he mused, his voice dripping with false innocence as his thrusts got sharper, pushing you right back toward that edge.

Your response was lost between a gasp and a moan, and Suna grinned.

"Nah, I think you can take it," he murmured. "You were made for this, weren't you?"

You barely had time to process his words before he angled his hips just right again— and that coil in your stomach snapped.

Your head tilted back, a cry tearing from your lips as pleasure flooded through you, crashing over you even harder than the first time.

Suna groaned, feeling your body clamp down around him, squeezing him so tight that his rhythm stuttered for half a second. His grip on your throat loosened, his hand sliding down to grasp at your waist instead, holding you steady as you shook beneath him.

"Fuck," he muttered, watching the way your body trembled, the way your fingers scrambled at the sheets. He let his hips slow, dragging out your high, letting you feel every second of it.

And when you finally collapsed, boneless and wrecked beyond belief, Suna pressed a kiss to your jaw, his smirk returning as he murmured—

"Yeah... definitely my favourite."

[romaevelizz]

Never let them know your next move˖ ࣪⊹

Summary: them kissing up on you then they do the unspeakable

Characters; bokuto, kuroo, tanaka

Warnings: chaos, cursing, play fighting, kissing, little hot n sweaty. Not proofread! Touchy grabby boys what can I say.. fem!reader

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BOKUTO

☆ “your being mean baby..” he whined, ko had been loving up on you for the past fifteen minutes. You’ve only been ignoring him because you were working on school work. “I’ll give you attention in a minute ko.” You hummed.

His dramatic sighs causing you to laugh. It wasn’t like you never payed attention to him it just happens to be kniw when wants it the most. Acting like a puppy who’s deprived. He watched his head resting on your shoulder his eyes wondering your fingers that typed on the keyboard.

How could you ignore him he thought, “you hate me..” he muttered his lips kissing your shoulder. “With everything in my body.” You smiled, feeling his lips travel up your shoulder. His large hands squeezing your hips. “Jus’ want you to love on me.. wanna feel you on me..” he whispered, his tone seductive.

You bit your lip a tingle forming in the pit of your stomach “Ko-“

“AHH!” You yelled, feeling the wettest of his tongue like the side of your face. It wasn’t even small teasing he licked the whole side of your face, quickly pushing himself back knowing your were about to fight.

“You’re fucking kidding me” you laughed discarding your lap top going after him, a fat smile on his face as he grabed your arms pining you down. “Koutaro! Let go of me..” you groaned his big arms holding you against him.

“Nope! I’ve got you now!”

KUROO

☆ His eyes watched you as you wondered around your room, your body pacing impatiently. Kuroo had come over as you were cleaning your room, bad timing yes but he wanted to see you. He wanted a danm nap but you just had to be set on cleaning your room. “UGH!! we can clean it later baby! For the love of god come over to me.” He fake cried sprawling out on you bed.

He watched as you rolled your eyes in the mirror of your vanity, you focused going back on organizing the drawers. He huffed pushing off your bed you watched as he walked up behind you.

“Let me finish I don’t even have that much to do..” you whined feeling his cold hands go under your shirt. “Tetsu my parents are home.” He nodded taking in what you said.

His hands cupping your Boobs over your bra fondling them you felt him smile on the nape of your neck, him enjoying himself. Yet when he looked in the mirror you practically ignored him, though the heat radiating of your face spoke other wise. “Just come lay down with me.” He squeezed a bit tighter.

A pleasant little groan leaving your lips caused him to chuckle mischievously. His lips starting kissing your face a small smile appeared on your face as he did so. But the moment was to nice..

“YOU DID NOT!” You yelled the feeling of your boyfriend letting go of you quickly.

Turning around he was laughing, laughing his ass off. He had licked you!

“AHH BABY PLEASE I WAS JUST JOSHING!”he yelled as you ran at him.

A fit of giggles coming from him as you whipped your wet face against his, “no!” He cried out.

“That what you get motherfucker,” you spoke quickly licking him back after.

“What going on?” The sound of your fathers voice spoke, him witnessing you beating your boyfriend your body on top of him.

“Never mind.. I don’t even wanna know..” he groaned.

TANAKA

☆ Let’s be honest you’d kind be used to it with him. But in this case you were not!

You two where out with his family at dinenr his family sitting around you, two talking amongst themselves. Tanaka was not afraid to kiss up on you in front of his family as nervous as it made you he loved doing it. His lips kissing your hand as you told him to stop “Ryu your grandmother is staring at us.” You whined.

His grandma was in fact staring a smile on her face as she watched her grandson love on you, “you’re so beautiful, I can’t keep to myself.” He said his head falling on your shoulder his lips still kissing on your fingers.

He was normaly very lovey dovey on you but there was just this feeling, you knew something was about to happen you could feel it. And it did happen.

Ryu licking the back of you hand. The back of you hand quickly meeting his mouth popping him. “Ryu! Fu- nasty!”

A heavy laugh left him as you beat on him, his family watching in amusement as you beat on him, “Licking me really! And I knew it was gonna happen!” You spoke is a hushed yell.

“Ahh! Please mercy, baby mercy!!” He yelled dramatically falling into his sisters side for protection just for her to gang up on him as-well.

“Please guys I couldn’t help myself.”he spoke putting a fake frown on his face.

[takes1]

PLEASE I NEED MATSUKAWA OR KUNUMI OR EVEN MADDOG PLEASE IM BEGGING 🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🙏

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clingy!kentarou x reader (taming maddog)

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warnings. heavy nsfw, minors DNI

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"(Y/n), like, I know you've got a type and all..."

"Mhmm," You follow absentmindedly, tracking your latest obsession like a hawk.

Number 16 was different- not just attractive, but he had a threatening, intense, sharp presence about him. He was just about the only member of the guys' team who didn't subscribe to a cheerful, cooperative environment. His little outburst earlier caught your attention, and he was currently benched for pushing Oikawa.

He sure was aggressive. You bit your lip and watched him stretch from the bleachers.

"But I heard he's actually crazy."

The other girls on your team would never understand what possessed you to put yourself in danger, going after the most deviant of guys you could find. It was an endearing joke amongst the team, at this point, but they did worry for your safety.

"What's his name?" You looked to them for the first time, mind already made up.

Whispers of Kentarou, Kyoutani, Maddog, were shared as you settled back to watching him. Lots of horror stories of him getting in trouble, getting into fights, yelling at teachers, other students, getting suspended for a time all encouraged you. The nickname he earned made you significantly more fascinated.

You could fix him. It would at least be fun to try.

You couldn't help but ponder where his true fault lied, how it twisted into so much unwarranted aggression.

Was he not held as a baby? Did he have a bad home life? Had it manifested into some kind of sexual dysfunction? You wondered if he was this big of a presence in the bedroom. You smiled at the strong possibility that he wasn't.

Maybe that was a bit Freudian of you to assume, but your previous diagnoses hadn't steered you wrong yet. The guys you slept with were all weirdos- losers- psychos- and yet, they were all a step closer to normal after a little love.

They couldn't stop you from approaching, especially when nobody had the guts to go anywhere near him.

"Hi," You tapped his shoulder after a bout of hesitation.

He looked to the side, then behind, and realized you were referring to him.

His brow fell from its subtle version of surprise, making all his features look heavier, meaner-- you shuddered.

"Yo." Was all he said.

Though dismissive and already uncomfortable, it was enough to work with.

You smoothed out your uniform with a nervous sigh, "Um- I'm sorry if this is forward, but,"

"I think you're really cute. I'd like to go on a date, sometime."

Kentarou looked angry even when he was shocked. The dark around his eyes made it impossible to look soft, and it seemed he didn't have the capacity to smile yet.

The only way you could deduce that he was embarrassed was the way his hands balled into fists at his sides, how he looked around your face over, over, and over again for an ounce of insincerity.

It was adorable. You giggled at his long silence.

Laughing shut him down. His mouth curled in a sneer, positive you were laughing at him.

The gaggle of girls, filling the entrance to the gym, all clad in your uniform, wasn't great for optics. It looked like you were playing a prank on him.

"Are you kiddin' me?" He rolled his eyes before you could even try to explain, "Go fuck yourself."

It wasn't the first time something like this had happened. Though you loved your team, visible swarms of women never put the guys you went after at ease.

That rejection was still tame for what you had seen before from him.

He put his back to you and crossed his arms, watching the game, instead. Getting benched and made fun of couldn't have been a great feeling.

Determined now, you shook out your nerves and tapped his shoulder again.

"Tch-! I said fuck off!" He scowled down at you, but you knew it was misguided. So it didn't hurt as bad.

You purposefully didn't mirror his body language- you didn't want him to cut him off even more. You stood facing him at an angle, trying to catch his eye and take his attention again.

Voice quiet, sweeter, genuine, "I'm serious."

Even if this was a joke, you were the most persistent he had ever seen. Nobody usually got this far. If he told somebody to leave, they did. Especially after the second time, and a girl, at that.

"I mean- I get it if you're not into short girls, that's totally fine," You fixed your hair, glancing away from his overwhelmed, slow expression, "But, please, just... think about it. Here's my number."

For a moment, you were unsure if he would take the paper in your hand. He gave you zero indication that he believed your story, but after just enough time to make you doubt, he took it.

Kentarou held it tight, confused, as you joined your team to leave the gym. He watched them look over and preen you like birds to make sure you weren't hurt.

It could've been a real confession. The gravity of it didn't truly land until he was back home, looking up the girls' team Instagram to find your personal handle. You were following the page and even had a few features in their posts.

Doubts began to grow that it was your real number. He decided he didn't want to use it.

Instead, he lay on his bed, palming himself to the poses of your greatest receives- you were such a pretty girl, with a nice body, cute face--reminded of those things now, it only made him more skeptical at your choice to speak to him.

Luck was on his side once again, because your own profile was public. You even had a few beach posts. Lots of likes, lots of followers. You wouldn't notice if he liked a few of them, unless you were being honest about your interest.

You were all over his signals in a flash.

A follow, a bit of page-stalking that got you nowhere (because he had 0 online presence, other than a couple blank accounts), and a long string of messages that went deep into the night, all earned you a date.

Now that the game had officially begun, you needed to curate each move carefully. If you waited too long to take advantage of any clear signs of interest, he wouldn't find you worth the trouble. You needed some dick.

Kentarou was lonely, too.

It was as you suspected, monitoring him during that practice match. People who had a good support system didn't act that way he did.

He wasn't wistful, or desperate, and didn't invite friendship. Shit, he barely let you court him, and the only way you could convince him to meet you for coffee was if you sent a few pictures 'to prove it was just you.' And yet, after the one misunderstanding, he didn't deny you any opportunity to get close.

His experiences shaped him to be incredibly firm, mistrusting, and overly cautious, yes; It all fell short though, when it came to the very simple, universal longing for companionship.

The cafe wasn't too quiet, thankfully.

You were most worried about the possibility of him causing some sort of commotion and being asked to leave, but other patrons were lively enough to drown him out, if he did raise his voice.

To your surprise, that also wasn't much of an issue.

He ordered for the two of you, even -begrudgingly- accepting that you wanted a more intricate drink, too. He didn't let you do much for yourself. When he told you to go find a seat while he waited at the counter, you stayed with him so you could be close. He still didn't argue.

Though he wasn't polite, he wasn't a monster. He was just brimming with attitude, and that rubbed people the wrong way. When unprovoked, he was mean-looking, sure, but docile.

A predatory gaze watched the skirt of your casual dress flutter up- just a little, not quite enough- as you sat down next to him with your elaborate drink in hand. He set his cup down and you felt his leg flex as you closed the distance to snuggle up to him.

"You're taking this joke pretty far."

Insecurity filled the quiet between his words, and it took a sensitive ear to detect under all the venom. Was he testing you? Probably. Was he still trying to protect himself? Absolutely.

"Mm," You considered how to respond while sipping on your coffee, staring forward, not really minding his intensity, "I don't have the kind of time to go on fake dates, you know."

It was an argument less emotional in nature, but due to its legitimacy, it left him stumped enough to drop the subject.

In its wake remained discomfort. Mostly at your thigh, busy rubbing against him as you pretended to be more invested in the ambience of the cafe, or the flavor of the drink in your hands.

"What're you doing it for?" He pressed, different, but still carried with a grumbly, shitty attitude he always spoke in.

That took some getting used to, but once you understood he just talked that way, you were able to take his words at face value and waste less time miscommunicating.

A warm hand, palming the squish of your bare thigh encouraged your desire to be honest.

You waited for him to stop scanning the cafe, for the right moment to tell him.

His eyes dipped first to your pretty thighs, all soft and warm and new in his hand. Then he was taken by the all the sweetness in the way you looked at him.

"I wanna sleep with you."

You expected him to not believe you, like the first time, but his surprise was now pretty conventional.

His mouth hung open, just a little, and you noticed a tongue piercing. How did you miss it before? Did he not wear it at school? Your thighs tightened and he met it with a firm squeeze as he took a sobering drink of his coffee.

It was obvious he wanted to know why. But he was looking for something better to say, instead.

"The fuck are we doing here?"

That was a good question. Such a good question, in fact, that after a bit of conversation about where to go to fuck, you landed on going back to your place.

He made himself comfortable on your bed as you shut the door and locked it, just in case. Your room didn't have a whole lot of conversation starters, so he took a while to really examine it.

He wasn't witty, or spontaneous, or chatty.

There was no value in sitting around, acting like you wanted to delve into a discussion about each other's families, or grades, or volleyball.

His brow softened as you dropped the straps of your dress down.

There was a small attempt to look you in the eye, which you appreciated in a very limited context, but once you kept going, he might as well have been wearing a collar.

A half-sigh, half-laugh pushed out of his open mouth, brow furrowed again, as he tried to speak a few times while you posed for him, drunk on such a cute, endearing reaction.

There were a lot of things for him to think about. You could almost smell the smoke of grinding gears when you stood in front him and rubbed your hands against his shoulders.

He kept getting his fill, eyes unable to stay in one place too long, practically trying to back up so he could keep looking at all of you.

You giggled, "Kentarou?"

His breath stopped. You couldn't feel it, tingling across your skin, anymore.

You took some fingers to his curly hair, playing with it, "Aren't you gonna touch me?"

"I-," He didn't know what to do with himself for a moment, "Where?"

Your charmed, bitten back smile made his ears bright, bright red. Instead of telling him, you settled onto his lap and felt for his hands, gently guiding them towards your hips.

It was slow, natural, and gentle how you decided to kiss him.

You could feel how heated he was, with one hand on the back of his neck, the other cooling off the side of his face. One second to part for some breath, which he needed, badly- you waited for him to say something.

But he was forcing his mouth back onto yours quicker than you thought he would- his fingers dug into your flesh, and he brought you down onto his hard-on with a sudden loss of reservation.

It didn't take long to start catching that little tongue piercing against your lip- you groaned against his mouth, "Fuck, I really like that."

He was a fast, eager, and very rough learner. Kentarou was also laughably easy to please, because it was obvious he had no preferences built up yet. Everything you did left him stunned and hungry.

You reveled in your private victory and helped him undress. He wasn't shy about his own body, but you made it clear that he had a nice figure by taking the time to kiss along his muscular arm, then shoulder, and up to his neck.

His quickness to mirror you, kissing the same places on your body, was cute. He never once smiled, but he showed his investment in other ways.

When you offered to 69, he immediately fell onto his back from his upright position, rubbing his warm face.

A weak, "Yes," from under his palms was all you got, but it was so sweet from a guy like him. He sounded broken in, in a way.

You pressed a deserving kiss to his jaw and turned around.

His cock looked just as angry as he was, normally. Twitchy, leaking a bit of precum on his toned tummy, tinged dark with the all the time it had been waiting.

"You're- so fuckin' wet," He sounded stunned to say that aloud, understand what it actually meant, and that he was obsessed with it.

You smiled and pressed a kiss to the base of his cock as you settled into a good position.

How long had it been since you got laid? Apparently too long, because you were dripping with anticipation at the salty taste of his tip sliding past your teeth.

That was the downside of having such a specific type. Not many options.

He was still figuring out how to use his own mouth when you took the breath out of him- a strangled gasp at the sound, the sensation of your lips and tongue sucking off the slickness there. You held him by the base, briefly.

"You should let me know if you like it," You teased, just before bobbing your head back down.

"Mm-mmnh-! Fuck! Do I-ahh, have to?"

With that whiny tone?

You slowly came back up, careful to leave no spit behind. He was flexing in your jaw, his stomach twitching against your chest. Poor thing wouldn't last very long, he was so sensitive.

"Uhh, yes," You grinned, tongue darting out to lick him all the way down his shaft.

"Fuuuck- whatever- augh, just keep doin' that," His groan broke into a murmur of sorts, against your pussy.

From there, he was starting to find what worked with you. It was curious, and not great, but you didn't need it to be; something about the clingy way he held you, the shift in his attitude, was making you feel like you could take him already.

It made your nails dig, deep into his thighs, your already sparse breath grow a bit shorter.

Though his desperate tone and slow, gentle tongue made some parts of you tighten, it helped your throat relax and take more of him.

He started to come apart long before you wanted to be done.

Breathy, incomplete "Stopstop-sta-aah," every twenty seconds flattered you, letting you take more frequent breaks to ride his face and break in that little metal ball.

You thought about his nickname during one of these breaks. It was one of those instances where it seemed fitting, but for more than just surface-level aggression.

Nothing about him scared you. Not after you showed him that you had no ill-intention. He was like a dog. He wasn't vicious because it was in his nature; he just had a thorn in his paw.

He 'bit' people because they didn't give him a chance.

All of these chances you were giving him proved that he was worth all the effort to get close. It wasn't even much work, in hindsight.

You showed him the mechanics of the condom you brought for the occasion, and managed to talk him through some important sex-centered courtesies.

"So, y'know, you'll want to yield to whatever she's ready for--,"

Kentarou kept you from sitting on his cock, for just a second-- his eyes grew narrow, darting around your face.

"You mean: 'you.'" He corrected.

He looked like he was about to bite through your face.

"Right!" You smiled, growing a bit warm at your inconsiderate slip in language, "Yeah, of course."

Your apologetic kisses, smattered all along his sensitive face and neck, calmed him. His grip softened, slowly, as he became convinced that this was sacred again.

As you started to take him, he forgot all about it.

"Aughh- my go-d," He couldn't stop watching where you came together with a knotted brow, at how slick, and tight, and hot you were.

Your confidence read in the form of slow, rolling motions of your hips, the cloudy look in your eyes as you were finally getting filled up again after such a dry spell of no dick. You put your hands over his, already on your hips, and encouraged him to squeeze harder.

"Mmn-ah-h," You placed your hands on his chest, to keep yourself upright.

It hurt, how much he reciprocated that squeeze, but you quickly learned to like the sting.

Like most everything else, he replicated what you showed him. He started fucking you back, his hips able to take you faster, harder--

The pretty little pout on your lips was enough to make him screw his eyes shut, just to try to settle down.

He was getting so worked up at your tight little cunt that he was forced to let you keep your slower pace, contribute a little less, for fear he'd finish too soon.

His breath was like a stutter- so shallow and huffy that you rubbed your hand across his cheek, to check if he was okay. As you did this, the look in his eyes burned into the back of your skull.

You had seen that somewhere before. Not in someone you knew personally.

"Mm-mnh-!"

You were careful not to look away from it, and you only closed your eyes when it was too intense, too good to see straight.

The way he gripped you was like a lifeline, clawing, leaving rough and raised lines across you-- It wasn't intended to hurt, but more or less to make sure he left you with some lasting impression. He didn't understand that he didn't need to do it.

He couldn't take the concern on your face. Not as you fucked him so close, not with that perfect body taking his cock so well. Nobody ever looked at him with so much warmth.

"Ah! Just- just like that," You gasped, shaky all of a sudden.

"Fuck-," He sighed, suddenly having to remember what exactly he was doing.

He grimaced, face twisted in the pain of trying not to cum, head thrown back so he didn't have to look at you.

But your hand left his chest to grasp him by the jaw- it wasn't hard, but it was enough to move him. You begged him to look at you. You wanted him to watch you, and it looked like he was just short of a confessing something sinful.

Worship.

That's what you saw. In those narrowed eyes were praise, an exaltation of the love you had spared for him.

It filled you with a dizzying, raw confidence- you took in a breath through your nose, getting railed so hard, so close that your eyes started watering.

"Fuck- I'm-Ah--!" You couldn't quite finish your sentence before you crashed over, your body seized up, firm, grabbing and gripping him like you needed, wanted him so bad.

It left him a groveling, panting mess underneath you. He was watching in awe just like you told him to, only allowed to cum after you were done.

He fucked it all out of you, thanks to the timing. Your slow wave-riding kept you pleasant and buzzed as he fucked you hard for his own orgasm.

You even egged him on, breathless, a little smirk only interrupted by a pleasurable wince a couple of times.

"You wanna cum for me?"

"Yeah? Yeah?"

After finishing so loud and performative, nothing could have prepared you for how cuddly and silent he got.

You shouldn't have given into the desire to hug him, because he wouldn't let you move to pull him out.

"Mm-mm," Was pressed in a sloppy kiss against your neck.

Those muscular arms were shaking a little, just barely, around your waist.

"I'm- not going anywhere," You laughed, returning a few light kisses against his temple, "But we need to clean up."

He made it difficult, almost impossible, to separate and throw the condom away. You opted to just tie in a knot and throw it closer to the trash can so you didn't have to get up.

The way he watched you was careful, intense, looking for any opening to get closer to you again.

You finally sighed, smiling, "Okay."

Kentarou pulled you back down to lay next to him at the soonest opportunity. He kept an arm heavy over your chest, his leg kicked between yours, his eyes never leaving the side of your face.

His intensity was what you signed up for, but now, warm under his persistent and acute attention, you realized: maybe you hadn't thought this through the whole way.

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[act-nat-ural]

Currently thinking about Osamu who despite being extremely athletic for most of his life, is slowly not working out as much in his recent years. Between planning your wedding, opening Miya Onigiri, and welcoming your first child, he hasn’t had the time nor energy. All this combined he's slowly growing softer around the edges, and man does it drive you crazy.

You were relaxing, reading a book on your shared bed when he walks in after having showered. Towel wrapped around his waist, his figure on display. He was still wet, water droplets slowly creeping down his chest. His belly was starting to poke out a little, and you loved it. He was very broad, still some muscle left, and combined with the chub he was looking quite tempting.

You start squealing and hide your face in the pillow, kicking your legs. He laughs and walks over, still getting the floor wet. “The hells up with ya?” You giggle and peek from behind the pillow. 

“You’re way too hot. I can’t handle it.” As soon as you say that you burst into giggles again, and he raises his eyebrows in surprise, a slight smirk on his face. 

“Ya think so? I noticed I’ve put on some weight and was thinking of hittin’ the gym-” 

“No! Please! I love it!” He hums and leans over you, nearly pressing against you.

“Well, if you insist.”

note: gnawing on the bars of my enclosure…..

[maisbookstore]

-Knight stories are so fascinating, isn’t that right, Hajime? –Little Y/n beamed at the seven-year old boy, who only grunted in response. His eyebrows were knitted together, as if he was preparing to defend his life.

-I still believe superheroes are better. They save the whole world, not just a whiny little princess.-Was his sole argument.

Y/n shook her head, her lips pulled into a stubborn pout.

-You are wrong Hajime, so wrong. If you save just one person, you can save the whole world.

With that, little Y/n with her tiny hands lifted the giant wooden sword her dad brought her from the theathre he had worked at, pretending to fight against a monster. In her mind she’d already forgotten about the argument that had happened just a few seconds ago and went on to conquer the world.

-Look, Hajime, I’m a knight. That makes you the princess.- She teased, and ran away before the boy could catch her.

-But that was long ago. Remember how you used to pull my hair? All the time, when we were younger? Then your mom had enough and explained how you should treat girls. From that on, you’ve never even looked at me wrong.

Twenty years have passed by so quickly: the childhood they’d spent together was full of stories that no one understood; just them and Tooru- who was part of their little group. Y/n and the taller boy were more similar in nature; both blessed with vivid imagination, creativity and they liked to tease poor Hajime, who was more of a realist even at a young age. While Tooru and Y/n connected more naturally, Hajime was the one who the girl ran to when something bothered her.

-Remember when that boy-what’s his name?- bullied me. He called me toothless when I lost my two front teeth when I was seven. I was so embarrassed, and cried because of him. But you protected me-as always- and you beat the boy up.

Iwaizumi only nodded in response, unsure where this sudden nostalgy would lead.

-I was worried about you. You got yelled at by the teacher, then by your parents too. But your mom told me later how proud she was of you. She just wanted you to learn how to solve problems without aggression.

The sky had slowly turned pitch black. Only the city lights cast long shadows in the room where the two of them sat in comfortable silence.

-I never wanted to see you cry, you know. When you lost your teeth and that boy bullied you, I swear I was about to turn him into pulp—so he’d never say anything bad about you again.

Y/n’s lips curled into a warm smile. Her gaze rested on olive eyes—usually strict and strong—but in her embrace, they softened beautifully.

-I know, Hajime.

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Best Friends Lie

Warnings: Swearing, angst, lying, hurt, FEM reader. NO WORD COUNT, this is long, super long. (Honestly posting this bc I'll delete it from drafts otherwise). Not proofread.

Your body was radiating so much energy you were nearly bouncing as you waited for your best friend Hajime Iwaizumi to return home after finally finishing college in the States. You talked nearly every night, with facetime calls as often as possible. Physically you two hadn't been in the same room for two years and hugging him was the only thing you'd been looking forward to.

Now as he approached, twice as muscular, beautifully tanned and smiling your heart broke. Instead of looking for you in the crowd, he was looking down, laughing at something the gorgeous woman beside him said.

When he did look up and caught your gaze, you'd already replaced your surprised hurt with simple curiosity. You didn't move from your spot when Haji opened his arms for your usual hug. Instead, you turned to the beautiful woman, extending your hand.

"Hi, I'm Y/N."

"I've heard so much about you from Haji. I'm Kylie or Ky if you want. Haji said you agreed to put us up for as long as we needed, so thanks."

"Of course. C'mon," you started walking towards the parking lot exit.

"Are you sure your place can accommodate us? I don't want to put you out or..." Haji fell instep beside you.

You felt his eyes on you, but you refused to look over your mind ten steps ahead. The truth was even if your place could accommodate all of you, there was no way you were allowing Haji and his...Girlfriend to use your place as home. All your life you'd handled rejection and even now you were still programmed to expect the ones closest to you to do so.

So in the 2.3 seconds it took for you to connect Haji and Ky's relationship, you had text your dad.

"Actually, the more I thought about it, the more I realized you should have your own space and not try to make yourselves comfortable around me or my schedule. So, dad prepared the house for you and there will be a driver available at all times."

You unlocked the car and slipped into the driver's seat, your heart racing when Haji slid in the back behind your seat. You were immediately engulfed by his pine and fresh linen scent. There was small talk, until your phone rang and you hit speaker without even thinking.

"Hey, I know yer pickin' yer bestie up, but I wanna see ya tonight, please. I miss ya."

Osamu's voice was soft, but loud enough Hajime heard it all as you struggled to slip in your earbud.

"Samu, hey, it's only been a few days. You okay?"

"I know we said this wasn't supposed ta be serious, but I...Can we talk tonight? Please."

"Yeah. Where did you want to meet?" you asked, softening at his pleading tone.

"Yer place? Or mine? I really just want a quiet place for us ta talk."

"Sure. I'll be home around 4pm."

"Great, I'll make dinner."

"Samu, you don't have to do that...You've been cooking all day, right?"

"See ya soon, sweetheart," Samu made a kiss sound before hanging up.

From the rearview you could see Haji's arms crossed over his chest, a frown nearly imprinted on his lips.

"So, you're dropping us off and leaving?" Haji's tone cold.

"Yeah, I thought after such a long flight, it would be best to let the both of you wind down however, you need..."

"I coulda asked Makki or Mattsun to pick us up if you were just going to duck out," Haji snapped back.

"You can be mad if you want Haji. I'm trying to do what's best for you because we both know if we got talking it'd be an all night thing. Better to catch up after the jetlag and those rounds of interviews you both have, right?" you looked to Ky for help, but she just nodded weakly as if uncomfortable.

You weren't about to take the blame for Haji's sour attitude. Not when he brought home a girlfriend he never even mentioned. How the hell could he call himself your best friend? Lying ass was what you were calling him...In your head of course.

"Who the hell is Samu?" Haji demanded suddenly.

You pulled into the driveway, parking with a sigh you could no longer hold back.

"I told you I was seeing someone. Miya Osamu, not the idiot twin before you start running your mouth."

"You said it wasn't serious," Haji snapped.

The closing of the passenger door was the only notice you had that Ky had left the car. Obviously, she didn't want to be in the middle of two best friends fighting.

"Haji, go settle in. I'll stop by in a couple days, when you're both more rested."

"Answer me. How serious is it?" Haji refused to leave the car.

"As serious as it is with your girlfriend that you NEVER once mentioned. Every time you talked about Ky, you made me believe she was a guy. Just one of the boys, you always said."

Haji's expression fell, now a mix of guilt and sadness.

"I...I'm sorry, I didn't even realize. I..."

Your heart was already laying in pieces, the hurt so deep it was getting harder to breathe the longer he was around. Being rational had never been one of your qualities at least not in the way it mattered. You were committed to this path of losing Haji and you wouldn't show an ounce of doubt in doing so.

"We've been talking about moving in together. With him putting all his time into starting his Onigiri business, we barely get to see each other. So, that's how serious it is," your words were quiet, but loud enough for Haji to hear.

"I'm going to call you later. We really need to talk and I get if you don't want to accept my apology, but there's obviously a lot of misunderstanding here."

You didn't look up, just sighed in relief when Haji finally exited the car. You felt so rude for how Ky had gotten uncomfortable, but she was Haji's problem to deal with, not yours. He was the one that had started acting like a boyfriend rather than your best friend. You were not going to take the blame this time.

Inside, Kylie turned to Haji, the pain he wore concerning her.

"What happened?"

Haji dragged his hands down his face, fighting the urge to cry.

"I never told her you were a "her" or that you and I had dated. I basically lied to her because I was afraid to lose her..."

"You didn't lie. You just didn't mention it."

"We have a rule that lies by omission are still lies."

"You told her we aren't dating anymore, right?" Ky asked.

"Didn't get the chance. Probably won't."

"What do you mean?"

"Y/N is an all or nothing type. The moment she saw you and I together at the airport, she shut herself down. If she was happy to see me or angry, she'd never show it. Not until she's alone and can deal with the feelings by herself. That's how she's always been."

When you walked in the front door of your apartment you were greeted with a delicious scent. Moving to the kitchen you found Osamu moving around it like he was born in it, while humming. You slipped up behind him, wrapping your arms around him. Osamu chuckled softly before turning in your arms and kissing the top of your head.

"How did it go?"

You cleared your throat, but with Osamu you'd learned to just tell him everything. That dealing with it on your own was not going to solve any problems. Your expression broke just enough that Osamu cupped the back of your head and wrapped his other arm around you holding you tightly.

"He's mad about a few things, but he'll get over it."

"Don't bottle it up, sweetheart. I'm right 'ere."

It felt so wrong to tell the guy you were with about the man you'd loved most of your life. It wasn't fair to Osamu, hadn't been fair, but for some reason he asked you to do it and you never held back. Not once had you ever felt like you had to omit anything with Osamu.

"You should hate me..." you mumbled against his chest.

Osamu cupped your chin, gently raising it so you met his soft gaze.

"Why would I ever do that?" Osamu smiled.

"Because all I've ever done is use you and talk about Haji and how much I love him and..."

Osamu laughed as though he knew some secret you didn't.

"If ya truly loved 'im, ya wouldn't be here wit me. Truth is ya coulda told 'im how ya felt even if the girlfriend was there. Ya planned ta tell him, so, why didn't ya?"

You giggled, the crazy that came with dating a Miya was unparalleled and in times like this you let yourself enjoy it rather than try to figure it out.

"You're nuts," you laughed again.

"Am I? Haven't ya heard that sayin'? If ya love two at people at the same time, choose the second. Cause if ya truly loved the first one, ya'd never fall fer the second one. Cap'n Jack said that or somethin' like it," Osamu still held you, eyes locked with yours.

"You mean Johnny Depp? And I don't think you got it 100% right, but close enough...You think I love you?" You asked quietly.

Osamu just smiled, kissing the tip of your nose, those gray-blue eyes twinkling.

"I know it. If ya don't yet, I know ya will. That brain o'yers never stops workin'."

Osamu turned back to cooking while you trudged off to your room to get changed. As you pulled on one of Samu's old volleyball jersey's you stopped, truly looking in your closet. It was clear Osamu owned one side of it, as well as the space in your bathroom. Slowly as you pulled on your loose yoga pants and tied them you realized you'd gotten over Haji a long time ago, but today...Today, you'd been forced to face it. To face him. Coward that you are, you hadn't even let him go. Not freely.

You grabbed your phone off the bed and sent a single text before rushing back out to the kitchen.

"Samu...Samu, look, I know you have to focus on building your business. I'm going to support you the whole way, but...Would you...Do you want to move in with me? For real? Not just leaving your stuff here."

Osamu's smile turned into a full on grin before his lips crashed against yours. He held you tightly and you buried your face against his chest a true peace falling over you.

"Fuck, I was scared ya really didn't love me."

You pulled back in shock, your eyes searching his before you started laughing.

"You were bluffing me?"

"I was hopin', so don't go givin' me shit 'bout it."

"Idiot," you mumbled playfully.

Osamu wrapped you back up in his arms again.

"Hmm. But I'm yer idiot, right?"

"You are."

Haji heard his phone ping and opened your message right away, his heart sinking.

Y/N (the one): I don't know when I fell in love with Osamu, but I did. I'm sorry, I never told you...I loved you first.

[seumyo]

Hey Eumy~

Hope you are doing well. Could you perhaps do the Instagram post thing for Kuroo Tetsurō?

Anyways have a great day/night~

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[wakatoshiiss]

how the haikyu boys would react if you showed up to a game - after saying you wouldnt! °○~

contains : hinata, kageyama, daichi, tsukkishima, kuroo, kenma, bokuto, akaashi, oikawa, iwazumi, ushijima, tendou

warnings/tags : not all boys included ! suggestive themes in a few of them, but nothing descriptive!

note : just some of my fav cuties, if you want more pls throw it in the requests! i wrote half of this on mobile and half on my laptop, pls excuse any mistakes. i also had either none or alot of motivation for these, so eat up what you can out of this!

masterlist // requests are open

SHOYO HINATA :

he honestly forgot about the banter between you two, begging for you to come but then being shot down because of your studies. so when he stepped onto the court and began playing, he didn't pay any attention to it.

but in private, you felt too bad, so you attended. you cheered him on from the group of karasuno fans, a little louder than the rest. so when he turned his head and saw you, his face lit up, a big smile on his face before giving a small wave and turning back around.

by the end of the match, he met you outside, jumping at his full potential with hands on your shoulders, " you came!? but what about your homework? wait - did you see me during the second set!? " he blabbering on, before you just ruffled his hair and giggled.

" you should come to all my matches, it makes me play better " he mumbled as he pulled you into a tight hug while tanaka and noya gushed over young love.

" oi! hinata, let's go! " kageyama called, as they were getting ready for a team photo infront of the complex.

he dragged you along, jumping onto your shoulders just to be taller than kageyama in a photo.

---

TOBIO KAGEYAMA :

there was no point in asking you to come tonight, it was normal. but he did want you to see some new stuff he spent so much time working on. but of course, you turned him down due to working late at the onigiri shop downtown.

so as he put his uniform on, sliding his knee pads up and tying his shoes, he went about the match like normal. he actually never noticed tou watching in the stands, eyes flowing back and forth through his stealthy sets. that freak quick attack that he set up was always impressive. it made you wonder why you never saw matches before.

you caught him on his way out, bag slung over his shoulders and jacket zipped up. the bus was parked and waiting already, so you barely got to his hand. your fingers wrapped around his, and he almost smacked you before realizing it was you.

" yn? " he asked, tilting his head in confusion, " but - I thought you were working late tonight? " he muttered, fingers squeezing a little tighter when you smiled.

" well, thanks for coming. " was all he could muster up between the harsh heat in his cheeks. he burried his chin into the collar of his jacket, watching you reach up and plant a kiss onto his cheek before running back into the building.

yeah everyone sitting on the bus just saw kageyama fold for his girlfriend again.

---

DAICHI SAWAMURA :

he completely understood how important your studies were, and he seriously didn't mind you not coming to games. so when he kissed your head and jumped in the car, he expected to see you later after the match.

but he had no clue you spent the rest of the time getting all ready, dressing up and jumping into your car to race, and making the first set. you flooded the stands as it began, leaning against the barrier next to their manager, Yaichi.

daichi was too busy with slamming recieves back and forth. when he finally got steady with returning the great king, oikawa's, serves, the crowd cheered. so naturally, you did, too.

" nice recieve daich' ! " you called out, hands cupped by your mouth with a big smile.

his head whipped behind him to see you all bubbly and pratically shaking with excitement as you watched him play. all he could do was smile and wave before giving sugawara a nervous look.

by the end of the match, you were downstairs, watching the teams flood out. you patiently waited for your boyfriend, hands clasped in front of you as the rest of the teams said their hellos. when daichi laid his eyes on you, he belined, lifting you and spinning you.

" you said you weren't coming! don't do that! it made me nervous - " he laughed, reaching up and rubbing the back of his head.

" but - thanks for watching, means a lot to me, baby " was all he he said as he kissed your head and pulled you into a tight hug.

---

TSUKKISHIMA KEI :

he didn't care, he actually didn't want you coming. he didn't see the point, they'd probably lose. and of course being a grade freak he was not about to sit and do your homework with you till 2am, so yea get it done now.

but when you appeared with an extra water bottle right before he went on the court, he just furrowed his eyebrows. he looked around before smirking a bit.

" thanks " that's all he said before grabbing the bottle and taking a drink, " if you didn't finished your homework, you have no idea what I'd do " he groaned, piercing his lips together into a flat line.

" tsukki - it's fine! you know I love to watch you play! " you gushed, teetering on your heels and looking up at him with a plead, that he knew too well.

" I am not giving you a kiss right now " he mumbled, going to walk away

" but it's good luck! " you whined, chasing him almost to the court.

" will you shut up? everyone can hear you " he whispered, leaning down and pressing a peck to your lips before grumbling off to warm ups.

he made sure to always look for you in the crowd before the next play, your bright eyes and smile always widening when you two made eye contact. yeah, he secretly loved seeing you support him.

---

KUROO TETSURO :

" cmon, baby, it's just one match, can't you come? " he pleaded, waiting by the door.

you told him you wouldn't be able to make it to this match, you were too busy and had stuff to do at home. so you shook your head and sighed.

" sorry, testu, not tonight " and he frowned, but hugged you goodbye and as always, kissed both cheeks for good luck.

when you watched him leave, guilt ate away at your gut. so you checked the time, got as much stuff done, and then raced to the complex. his match had just started, and you were in his red jacket. so you blended in with the crowd of fans.

when they lined up at the end to thank the fans, you shot forward to the balcony and yelled out for him, " good job, tetsu! " giggling and waving as he looked up at you.

kenma also looked up, rolling his eyes when kuroo put his hands on his hips and cackled like a hyena, " told you she'd come kenma! " he patted the smaller boy on the back.

when you two met up, he crushed you, squeezing all the air from your body. " so you were busy, huh? " he teased, shoving you as he walked you out to your car.

he leaned against the top of your car with his arm, pressing down and capturing you in one more kiss. where he tried to make in to a full makeout session and fit into your drivers side.

" tetsuro! not now! " you yelped, shoving him out and scoffing.

" so later? I did win, yknow " he dragged out, and you rolled your eyes and shut the door.

---

KENMA KOZUME :

you barely made it to the third set, noticing kenma already being worn out and sweating buckets. you bit your lip anxiously, knowing kenma definitely didn't want you here. it made his anxiety skyrocket.

you stood hidden in the sea of fans, rushing out by the time it ended so he didn't see you. you watched him walk into the locker room, kuroo following close behind him with a proud smile.

you tried to creep your way silently, but kuroo seemed to notice you before kenma.

" ey! kenma look! " he redirected kenma from the door, to face you. you were wide eyed and smiling innocently.

" oh " he blinked, walking up to you, " when did you get here? " he asked, looking down at you with a blank expression as always.

" I just saw the last set - sorry I know you hate it when I come but - " you began, but kenma only stopped you by pulling you into a very awkward and sweaty hug.

you laughed and hugged back, of course. kuroo was already beckoning lev to come see this. once lev bursted out laughing, kenma let go, " sorry - they're just gonna be annoying " he muttered, shooting them a look.

" I know, kozu, you did great tonight " you nodded, trying to reassure him by rubbing soft circles into his palm.

" can you come to all my games from now on? "

---

KOUTARO BOKUTO :

every time was the same, bokuto trying to drag you out of your house to come to at least one match. you hated crowded areas, a sea of people watching a game of more sweaty people toss a ball around? yeah absolutely not.

but you knew it was important to him, so you always said 'next time', but there was never a next time. now bokuto was walking with you to the gym of fukarodani so the team can pack and leave.

" im sorry, kotarou, maybe next time? " you offered, holding his hands right before he walked in.

" you say that every timee! " he whined, but quickly gave up when he saw your frown.

" good luck out there, youre gonna do amazing " you kissed his hands before skipping away to the front of the building and driving home.. well, that was the plan

and somehow you found yourself driving 2 hours away to the complex, wearing an old jersey of bokuto's. you stepped out and scanned in with a wristband. the place was packed, fukarodani fans already setting up. so you sat and waited.

the match finally started, and akaashi was already fighting to keep bokuto out of emo mode. you teetered on the edge of your seat, clapping when they scored once more.

" lets go bokuto! " you couldnt help but give yourself away, and the look on his face was worth it all.

after that, bokuto scored point after point, taking both starting sets with ease. now akaashi was working on calming him down before they were kicked off the court. you were already on your way down to the court. when he saw you, he rushed off the court without a second though and into the crowd.

" you really came? hey! did you see that? all those were for you baby! " he shouted, taking you in his arms and jumping around, akaashi couldnt help but run after him and say his hello.

" akaashi! my beautiful girlfriend finally came! wait - why are you laughing? did you two set this up? HEY! " he began, hands on his hips and scowling.

---

KEIJI AKAASHI :

another night working late at the corner shop downtown, and man was it slow. you knew akaashi had a game tonight, and you were itching to go see it, but there was no way you could get off of work. so he made the effort to stop by right before leaving.

the door dinged open and before your started the whole 'welcome to l/ns' speech, your boyfriend already set your meal down on the counter. " hey you " he spoke, smiling slightly.

" keiji! but arent you leaving - what are you doing here? " you asked sadly, coming around the counter and hugging him.

he gently ran his fingers across your hair before pulling you back, " im sorry you cant see my game tonight, so i thought id bring you something " he offered, kissing your temple before letting you go completely.

the conversation continued, and he soon left. and your store was empty once again. you peaked into the back at your father, who was sleeping in a chair. you removed your apron quickly and bolted for the door, grabbing the bagged meal on your way out.

you hopped in your car and began directions to the complex, speeding almost half of the time there. you parked, squeezed your way through the people, and found your seat right as warmups began.

you watched the match, clapping and cheering as they took home the win. you said goodbye to some fellow classmates you found in the sea of fans, before rushing down the stairs. you got caught in cross traffic, and barely saw the team head into the locker room for warm down.

you waited patiently, noticing bokuto being the first to leave, " hey! bokuto! " you called out, rushing for him before he wandered from the door.

" ah! akaashis pretty ladyyy " he put his hands on his hips, " i thought you werent coming tonight? " he tilted his head, but the door opened after him.

" bokuto, did you say my - " akaashi was quickly cut off by the sight of you, swiftly scooping his arms under yours and pulling you into a crushing hug.

" i thought i heard you, but i figured i was hallucinating " he laughed, setting you down and holding your head to give you a large and dramatic kiss on the forehead.

" i wouldnt miss you for the world, keij " you giggled, noticing bokuto sulking.

" when is it my turn, akaashi!? " he cried out, trudging away

---

TORUU OIKAWA :

you seethed every time oikawa had a game, especially because his whole fangirl club would just shove you to the side to breathe his air. so when you told him you werent coming to anymore games, he quite literally got on his knees and begged for you to come to his final one, which was tonight.

" absolutely not, toruu! you barely even notice im there anyways! " you argued, crossing your arms and shaking your head.

" wha - no baby i promise! i will glue you to my side! ill shoo them away! " he pleaded, standing up and going to hold your arms.

" no, i have a bunch of homework to do anyways " you giggled, denying his words and looking up at him.

" finee " he sighed dramatically, gathering his things and waling for the front door with you following.

" good luck, okay? hey, i love you " you said, pressing a kiss to his cheek before letting him walk out the door and to his match.

a few hours went by, and you got up and groaned, before ultimately driving to his game. you were in an extra jersey, dressing comfortably as you were going to be sitting the rest of the time anyways. you watched the match begin, noticing oikawa was first to serve. and his girls were going crazy.

it was like that for the rest of the time, screeching and drooling over the top balcony at your boyfriend. the game ended and you were now waiting outside near seijohs bus, anyone wouldve thought you were a creepy fangirl too.

when the team came out, and oikawa's eyes finally met yours, he took off running. he lifted you into the air and spun about a hundred times. " i knew you couldnt resisit me! did you see the whole thing? " he asked curiously, kissing all over your face.

a crowd of girls practically melted, tears quite literally rolling down their face at the sight of oikawa and another girl. but he paid no mind, only hugging and gushing over the fact you actually showed up.

" yes toru, i saw the entire thing " you reassured, nodding and giggling,

" oh just wait till i get home - " he muttered, before being slapped on the back by iwazumi.

" lets go shitty-kawa! " he yelled, getting onto the bus.

oikawa gave you one last kiss before waving off and sticking his tongue out. you shook your head and then noticed the stampede of girls that now chased after the bus.

---

HAJIME IWAZUMI :

oh this man was swooning over you, had a picture of you in every crack and crevice of his room or car. he even kept one in this pocket of his shorts during practice. so obviously when you said a family emergency came up, and you cant make it to his game, he was crushed.

" go home and make sure everythings okay, love " he said, kissing your head before seijoh loaded the busses for the tournament. despite him obviously loving when youre there, he understood this was important.

when you got home, a few hours of dealing with whatever had finally passed. you noticed, there was only an hour till seijohs warm ups began. so of course you ran for the car, ripping out of your driveway and speeding down the express ways to make it in time.

you filed into the crowd about halfway through the first set, that seijoh was obviously going to win. the vibes were up and good, oikawa fangirls fawning and falling. you just didnt understand, when your better looking love of your life, hajime iwazumi, was standing right there. well, youd kill anyone who came close to being a fangirl of him.

seijoh took the first set, and the second one, now advancing to the next round. you were over the moon excited, bouncing down each step to find iwa. you managed to tag onto the back of the train of players as they walked, making conversation with maki.

you noticed iwa and oikawa making conversation right outside of the warm down room, and you bolted. you stood behind iwazumi, putting a finger over your lips as oikawa giggled.

" oh it looks like a iwa-chan fan girl does exist! " he chimed, tapping his chin while iwa hummed.

he turned around and his face instantly flushed, lips sputtering out noncoherent words. " wait - yn? what are you doing here? " he asked, shaking his head to clear any confusion.

" well - i broke a few laws just to see you " you laughed, yelping when oikawa shoved iwazumi into you, laughing

" atleast hug your lady! " oikawa gasped, hand on his hip as he tried to escape a running crowd after him.

iwa held you close, head over top of yours, " you did all that for me? " he asked quietly, face hot with embaressment.

" of course i did, iwa! you think id leave you alone with him - " you went to pull away and point, but noticed the stampede oikawa was trampled by.

you and iwa only giggled together, before he looked down at you with the utmost sincere eyes, " thank you. truly, thank you " he muttered, kissing the top of your head while holding your hands.

---

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI :

you didnt even see ushiwaka before he left, he only sent a simple text. 'leaving now, love you' was all he said, you couldnt tell if he was upset about you missing this match, youve been pretty busy, so maybe hed understand.

as much as tendou tried to poke him, he only put in headphones and stared out the window for the entire bus ride. he tried to collect himself before going off and playing for one of the most important tournaments in his entire highschool career - and you werent going to be there.

you sighed and tapped your foot anxiously against your floor, trying to decide if you should really risk skipping all your piled school work to see him. but of course you chose the latter. you threw on one of his academy volleyball hoodies and began the drive.

of course you buckled, and barely sped up. all because of ushijimas extreme car safety thing he had for you. there was a little sticky note reminding you to buckle, and a photo of you two covering anything thing on the right side of the speedometer. and when you flipped your visor down, there was a sticky note next to the mirror that read, 'stop looking in mirrors. you know youre pretty'

you parked pretty shitty, running in and tripping over a few steps as you caught the last glimpse of the second set. ushijima absolutely slamming the last point into the ground. the crowd went wild for them, of course, it was shiratorizawa. everyone needed to see your hunk of a boyfriend that was the best spiker in the prefecture.

you watched him walk off the court, not paying attention to any of the harsh celebration dont by goshiki and tendou. he wiped his forehead, before lining up to shake hands. when the team came to thank to fans, he finally saw you.

you watched every muscle tighten up, and his stoic face falter for a moment. tendou nudged him a bit, before laughing as they walked away. you walked down the stairs carefully, trying not to trip again or you wouldnt hear the end of it from ushijima.

" yn. " he said broodingly, already halfway up to stairs to find you first.

" wakatoshi! " you beamed, trying to rush down to him, but he caught you first, demolishing you into this bear of a hug. " ushi - ! - cant breathe! " you squeaked out, and he let go.

" thank you for making it " he said quietly, blinking down at you, and for a moment, he actually smiled with his teeth.

---

SATORI TENDOU :

he was ecstatic for his game tonight, knowing it was against some no name school that they would beat in 30 minutes. but he was quickly shot down when he heard you say the words 'i cant make it tonight'. so he sulked and sighed.

" yn.. are you sure youre really reallyyyy busy? " he asked, putting his head down on your shoulder as you ate your lunch.

" yes, im sorry tendou " you chewed out, blinking over at him and giving him an apologetic smile.

" hm " was all he peeped out before sitting down in the desk ahead of you, backwards so he could see your face.

he drew meaningless shapes into the desk, huffing and sighing as you packed up your lunch box. the bell rang and you said your goodbye, not seeing him for the rest of the school day. you made sure to send him a big and happy good luck text, hopeful that it would bring his spirits up a bit.

when you went home, you immediately stared on your chores. you picked up around the house, your room, and helped cook, all while reading through your homework assignment. you tried your best to get it done in time to catch the game.

luckily you didnt live far from the stadium, so you arrived just in time for the match to begin. and as tendou expected, they beat the opponents in a whopping 43 minutes. he was giggling with goshiki, and practically jumping over ushijimas head while celebrating.

you stood in the hallway, squinting around and trying to peer over the crowd. you noticed a white and purple jersey, with the most noticeable red hair upon anyone, walking next to the broad wakatoshi.

" satori! " you bellowed out, trying to wave and get his attention but he was on a one track mind.

well, he was, but ushijima turned his head and nodded at you, before tapping tendous shoulder and pointing right in your direction. you waved happily, trying to get him to notice you actually came. and you swore the room just got brighter.

he smiled and laughed, running up to you and pulling your body into a hug. " so you caved? how was i? " he giggled, his cat like face peering down at yours with triumph.

" you all played very well, satori. " you spoke, kissing the corner of his lip and smiling.

" i have the best girlfriend ever " he announced, squeezing you until you coughed one too many times. " see, i told you she'd come, wakatoshi! " he chimed, grabbing around your shoulders to keep you by his side.

ushijima just grunted, looking around before looking down at you. you backed away slightly, smiling nervously all while tendou giggled once more.

[glamourscat]

SUMMER NIGHTS | TIMESKIP! KENMA X READER

Kenma never confessed in high school, but five years later, one summer night and ten seconds might finally be enough i wrote this at like 2am after seeing the new loonyz fanart lmao. Sorry for any grammar mistakes and confusion I didn’t proofread:(

Kenma has a problem and that problem is you. It’s been exactly five years since high school ended. He’s twenty-two years old, owner of the Bouncing Ball company, a stock trader and a YouTuber, in the midst of all things. And yet, his mind is still so crowded with thoughts of you.

You, the ex-Karasuno team manager. You, who managed to be strict when needed and quite frankly, scared most of the players with your poker face. And yet, you’ve always been kind, altruistic and in his eyes, the most beautiful ray of light.

For Kenma, you are what early spring feels like for a bird. Rejuvenating. Refreshing. Bright. Cold to some, and yet, if they only took the time to actually wait, they would realise that your rays are warm enough to melt even the coldest, harsh, snow of mid March.

You who have become such an important part of his life. His friend, his confidant, and most of all, the girl he’s been utterly and stupidly in love with since he was seventeen.

Falling in love wasn’t exactly one of Kenma’s plans. It happened randomly on a hot summer night five years ago. He doesn’t remember much about that night besides how your body felt pressed beside his. Or the way you looked, out of this world, as the stars shined bright on you. But most of all he remembers the way his heart was about to burst out at any moment. The way he couldn’t help but look at you. All of you.

And despite the sweetness of the memory, he can’t help but cringe at the sour undertones of it. That crippling, hidden feeling that he utterly despises. Regret. He regrets not confessing earlier. Too afraid to let his mouth say the words he longed for. Too stunned by fear. But no more.

Tonight, tonight is the night.

And that’s how he finds himself, along side you, Bokuto, Akaashi, Kuroo and some of the ex members Karasuno team, all together again for the Hanabi Taikai, a summer fireworks festival, on a grassy hillside overlooking the bay.

You’re sitting next to him on a soft picnic blanket, legs folded. You reach into the small popcorn bag, offering some to him. “Want some?”

He nods, muttering a soft, “Thanks,” as he takes a handful of popcorns. His fingers brush against yours. And everything slows down.

Your eyes meet, and for a moment, neither of you says anything. Just the brush of skin and the way the world seems a little too quiet. Then both of you look away at the same time, stifling laughter, cheeks flushed. And for a moment, it’s just the two of you. The rest of the world fades out. There’s something soft here. Familiar. Fragile. Real. Something he refuses to let it slip again. 

And then the moment is partially broken as in the distance Bokuto’s voice echoes.

“ALRIGHT EVERYONE!” Bokuto’s says in his usual 120 tone. “TEN MINUTES TO FIREWORKS! COUNTDOWN STARTS IN TEN! TENNNNN—!!”

Kenma groans under his breath, but then he glances at you. You’re already looking at him. There’s something in your eyes. A glint. A question. Maybe even hope.

Now or never.

Your thoughts begin to race.

He’s looking at me like he wants to say something. Is this it? No… I shouldn’t assume. But… maybe? He hasn’t looked away. Oh god, is my heart always this loud?

Kenma’s heart beats louder.

Say it. Just say it. Do something. Anything. She’s right here. She’s looking at you. Her hand is still close to yours. Don’t be a coward. Please, not again.

“NINE!”

Is he gonna do something? Should I say something first?

She looks nervous. Why is she nervous? Is she feeling the same thing? Could it possibly be—

“EIGHT!”

I should just tell him. Just… say it. What’s the worst that could happen? We’ve known each other for years... but omg does he feel the same? 

“SEVEN!”

I can’t let this go again.

“SIX!”

This is it.

“FIVE!”

Do it.

“FOUR!”

Please, please don’t chicken out.

“THREE!”

Kenma shifts closer.

“TWO!”

Your heart is beating so loudly you can hear it in your ears.

“ONE!”

He leans in, hands trembling slightly and then his lips are on yours.

It’s soft. Hesitant at first. But real. Real and warm and everything both of you have been holding back for way, way too long.

When the kiss breaks, your foreheads are touching, and both of you are blushing so deeply it’s almost comical.

You let out a breathy laugh. “I’ve always loved you, you know. I just… thought you weren’t interested.”

His eyes go wide like a spooked cat. “What? No. I—God, I’ve been in love with you since I was seventeen.”

You laugh again, and he can’t help but laugh with you, stunned by the dizziness of the moment and with happiness rushing through his veins. And just as he was about to lean in again, to savour those lips for a second time, noses touching and lips so damned closed… the moment is shattered by your friends in the background.

“WOOOOO!! FINALLYYY!” Bokuto’s voice explodes in the background, followed by Hinata’s high pitched shouting and Kuroo surprised, but amused grin, “Took you long enough!”

Someone (probably Tsukishima) mutters a dry, “About damn time.”

And just like that, you’re both swarmed in teasing and congratulations, flustered beyond belief but unable to stop smiling.Because finally it’s real. And your friends teasing, all of the noise, don’t matter.

Kenma barely hears the noise. All he feels is your hand brushing his again, not by accident this time and the warmth of your breath near his ear as you lean in to whisper something meant only for him.

He doesn’t even catch the words. Not really. All he knows is that he wants to hear you say them again. Closer. Quieter. Maybe with your lips pressed against his neck next time around. 

And maybe that’s greedy. Maybe that’s the summer heat talking. Or the hormones… maybe both. 

But with the fireworks exploding above and your fingers now tangled with his, he thinks, finally, he can start being a little selfish with you.

Just a little.

[chaepink]

thinking about…

naughty, horny boys who have a scent kink. they’re able to get off using one of your dirty shirts or used underwear that you threw in your laundry basket, bringing it to their nose to take a huge sniff as they jerk off to the smell. how dirty.

so imagine you come home early from running errands to find your darling jerking himself off on the bed, one hand fisting his leaky dick that’s spilling pre cum like a faucet and your used underwear in his other. you’re just standing there watching the show as he whimpers and whines and you swear you can hear little begs coming out of his mouth saying how much he wants you home right now.

you watch as his fisting becomes more frantic, signaling to you that he’s close and so you tell him to stop, which snaps him out of his state. it’s funny really, how he turns his head to look at you, the hand on his dick paused and his other hand clutching your underwear tighter.

he doesn’t apologize though, instead he begs for you to touch him. he’s just that desperate and needy right now for your touch. luckily for your darling, you like that about him.

though he is rather loud, so how about you stuff your underwear in his mouth to shut his pretty self up?

gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, itadori, rengoku kyojuro, denji, iida tenya, atsumu miya , bokuto kotaro and your favs!

note: its been a while since I’ve posted one of these