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for anyone waiting i just wanted to update and say that 6834 words later pt ii of my catshifter!kuroo and catshifter!kenma is complete-ish! there’s about 1-2000 words that are still first draft i want to edit and im gonna try and cut down on the length as much as possible because its loooong. but it *is* coming!! and really soon. its gonna be good to be able to work on other things cause this has taken up all my writing time (including that noya hc that was requested if that person is even still around and wants it lol)

part ii is gonna be much heavier on smut than i planned (the sex scene alone is 4000 words omg) cause im just in that thirsting mood ig

theres a tiny sneak peek under the cut if anyones interested (no smut)

Coming back one day from the grocery store with her arms full of bags, Y/N could vaguely hear the sounds of a disagreement. She paused on the stairs for only a moment, assuming it was her neighbours.

“I still don’t understand why we’re here,” one sullen voice was saying.

“I’ve told you already. We’re here to say thank you,” another voice responded, much more patiently. 

There was a low mumble in response that Y/N couldn’t hear.

Y/N had reached the top of the stairs and could now see the source of the voices - two adult men arguing out the front of her door. They hadn’t seen her yet. One of them was slouched over, face mostly hidden by a curtain of long blonde hair with prominent dark roots and his hands stuffed into his pockets. The other one was taller than the first with a mess of black hair that stuck up in all directions and who was waving his arms emphatically to emphasize what he was saying.

“Can I help you?” she interrupted them, trying to hide any fear she felt at two random men loitering outside her front door.

“Y/N!” The taller one exclaimed in surprise, turning to look at her.

Her eyes narrowed at them.

“How do you know my name?” she asked sharply.

“Well, um... You see,” the man began.

If she hadn’t been so alarmed at the situation she might think he was cute. There was certainly an air of familiarity around him that made her want to trust him. She tried to ignore it.

“Look, I don’t know what it is you’re selling or even how you know my name but I can scream loud and my neighbours will hear me if you even try anything,” 

“Now if you don’t mind...” she held her head high and ignored her thumping heart as she walked right past them to open her door.

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the way u started following me like a month ago and i didn’t even process it BRUH literally what- ur writing is *chefs kiss* i hope you’re doing okay !!

🥺 im still new to this community but everyone is too sweet.

how could i not follow, i always want more thirst haikyuu content on my dash

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*pokes with a stick* hit us with that part 2 pleaaaase :3

pt ii of the catboy!kenma/kuroo fic is at 3,900 words currently and ive probably still gotta do another 2,000 words. plus editing until im happy with it.

im sorry for anyone waiting but it’s still gonna be at least a week. i do promise you ive been working on this in my freetime and will get it done asap <3

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omg the tsukki fic *chefs kiss* - ;)))) literally!!!! i mean y/n was a baker but still hehe

this adorable pun was my first piece of mail ever and I wouldn’t have it any other way <3

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of canned tuna and reluctant friendships pt 1

pairing: catshifter!kuroo x catshifter!kenma x human!reader

summary:  y/n is not a cat person. but there’s something about the fluffy black cat and it’s smaller orange friend that always hides from her which melts her distaste just a little bit and she’s been leaving them food outside her apartment for months. its an arrangement they’re all happy with until one stormy night that finds the black cat on her balcony, scratching for her attention cause the tiny, orange one is injured and soaked to the bone. how could she reject them? she's not entirely heartless. she just wasn't expecting two fully grown men to show up on her doorstep the next day, looking eerily similar to the two cats saying that they owe her.

or kenma and kuroo; the nekoboy shapeshifters that can ruin my life pls. dont call their team nekoma and draw them as cats if you don’t want degenerates like me writing smut about them, furudate

it was getting a bit long so this will be in two parts. first part (this one) will be sfw and second part will be nsfw

wordcount: 2300

Heavy rain pelted loudly against the windows with such force that the glass itself seemed to shake in it’s frame. The occasional flash of lightning would light up the city skyline outside and cause an eerie glow around the buildings before it faded back to pitch black. Sheltered from the raging thunderstorm outside, a figure sat on her couch, typing away at her laptop, dinner growing colder and left forgotten on the table near her.

Looks like I’m not getting any sleep tonight Y/N thought as another booming clap of thunder made her jump.

She turned her attention back to her laptop until she thought she heard a weird noise over the sound of the tv show she had playing for background noise. Looking up at her apartment, she saw only the darkness of her normal, familiar apartment so she returned to her work quickly. It was a persistent scratching noise but because she couldn’t immediately pinpoint the source of it she ignored it.

It wasn’t until she thought she heard the sound of a quiet meow! over her loud tv that she actually got up from her laptop to lower the volume of her tv.

Meooow 

Followed shortly after by the scratching noise. 

And she finally got up, realising where the noise was coming from. 

Walking to her balcony door, sure enough, illuminated by a burst of lightning she saw a familiar black cat sitting there with something in its mouth 

It’s that annoying cat that won’t leave me alone Y/N groaned internally.

Several months back she’d started seeing a large, black cat on her balcony, one of those purebred, fluffy ones - strutting around like it owned the place. Acted like it owned the place too. She had caught the nuisance eating from her little herb garden one too many times. She would hit the glass door of her balcony whenever she caught it and it would just turn around and stare at her with eyes that were entirely too intelligent. Continuing to chew on the plants she had tirelessly grown from hand, it kept it’s gaze trained on her as if it was simply amused by her. 

And thus started her month long feud with a cat. 

She bought anything she could to try and keep it away. Took advice from her friends that had cats. She tried google. Even tried calling the pound to get it taken away. Eventually, on a friend’s suggestion, she decided to try planting catnip in a different corner of her balcony. And it had worked! The cat seemed to accept this peace offering as a truce and would often leave her normal herb garden alone.

While this wasn’t the result she initially wanted, she grew to accept it. At first she was furious with it. Hated the cat and would often half-jokingly complain to her friends she was being extorted by a cat, who would laugh and tell her she was overreacting. But they hadn’t seen the way the cat would look at her with human-like eyes that seemed to glitter with mirth. 

Over the months this hostility she felt towards it would lower. As long as she made sure that the cat could have catnip whenever it wanted, it would leave her herb garden entirely untouched. Like it was intelligent enough to know that this was an uneasy alliance. 

It had gotten to a point where she named it for Christ's sake.

Lucifer - lucy for short. Like the stupid devil cat you are, she remembered her reasoning. She didn’t know what gender it was but with how fluffy and groomed it was, she had assumed it was female.

Y/N couldn’t deny that the ice around her heart started to melt as she became used to Lucy’s presence. She would sometimes come home to find the fluffy cat in the middle of her balcony, lazing in the sun. A few times she’d even joined her, bringing her lunch out onto the balcony to enjoy while the cat sunbathed. It turned out to be a very affectionate cat. Often rubbing against her legs or bumping her hand with it’s head until she gave it a few scratches. Weeks would pass like this and she didn’t mind the arrangement so much anymore. It was nice to have company sometimes. As long as she didn’t have to worry about the cat’s well-being or commit to anything full-time she supposed she could live with this.

That arrangement changed slightly only a couple weeks ago though. Y/N was home sick one day from work, lying in bed for hours before getting up during the afternoon. Looking over at her balcony as she was in the kitchen, an act that was now reflex for her, she felt a comfortable sense of familiarity when she saw the glossy coat of her least favourite furball. Lucy had her back to her.

She jumped though when her eyes landed on a much smaller orange cat, decorated with black splotches, that was also on her balcony

A kitten? was her first thought. Lucy’s baby perhaps?

But no that didn’t make sense, the two cats looked nothing like. 

She walked over to get a better look and her movement made both of them turn quickly towards her. The smaller orange one immediately jumped onto her balcony’s railing and observed her with golden eyes. Though he was quite still, it’s body was poised, ready to jump away while it analysed her threat level. 

The black one, pompous as ever, did not look scared of her and moved to sit at the door, directly at her feet behind the glass. Lucy meowed at her as if she was saying hello, tail swishing behind her.

Y/N rolled her eyes and moved to slide the door open. As she did, the tinier one hopped onto the nearby tree and scurried off, quick as a flash.

“Have you been bringing your friends around to my place while I’m at work huh?” She asked the black cat who had begun rubbing it’s body affectionately against her legs by way of greeting. 

Mao 

Y/N laughed cause mao sounded much too like a defensive no. 

“So is he just a baby you’ve adopted?” She murmured, giving the cat a couple small scratches on her head. “A stray kitten you felt bad for so you took him under your wing to look after him? That sounds familiar huh?” She added in a teasing voice.

The cat looked at her reproachfully and she was taken aback, like she always was, whenever it looked at her like she understood her insults. Lucy seemed upset with her now, or maybe just wanting to get back to her baby, as she darted away and followed the orange’s cat path off the balcony and down the tree.

On Y/N’s next trip to the grocery store, she had stocked up on several cans of tuna.

They were on sale she reasoned to herself. Besides, the poor thing is looking after the two of them out there so what's a few dollars if I can offer a helping hand.

Just a helping hand she would often have to remind herself.

And so that was how she ended up being extorted for even more by an annoying black cat. The cat in question kissed her hands eagerly when she had presented the tuna cans to it on it’s next trip to her balcony.

“Don’t go thinking this makes us friends or anything,” she’d said, aggravated in response to the affection. “I’m just doing this because you have that little one to take care of.”

The cat seemed to ignore her as it happily ate the food she offered.

“You should bring him around here again, cause I actually bought it for him,” she added pointedly. 

Meow

Y/N took that to mean a yes cause the next few times Lucy showed up, it was with the smaller orange cat in tow. The orange cat always stayed on the tree while she brought out the tuna, watching her with its analysing, gold eyes. His eyes too would make her shiver with how human they looked. 

He wouldn’t jump down to join Lucy to eat until Y/N had gone back inside and closed the door behind her. It was weird - the black one always seemed annoyed at the orange one whenever this happened.

Y/N didn’t mind that she couldn’t get a closer look at the baby though. She was just happy to know it was at least getting some proper food. Y/N even started putting the tuna in one of her own bowls she now dedicated as ‘theirs’ cause she didn’t want the little one to scratch its mouth on the can. 

But she didn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea - she didn’t particularly like cats still. Just a helping hand she would remind herself again and again. Even as she started calling the second cat ‘Little’ - an abbreviation of what she often referred to is as - ‘the little one.’ 

Little never wanted pets or affection from her. And in fact, would often stay as far away from her as possible, even while the black one begged for head scratches. She supposed that’s why she liked Little more. They were cut from the same cloth, him and her - just wanted to be left alone. It probably helped that he wasn’t some fancy, pompous breed.

And that was how an annoying street cat had found its way onto her balcony at midnight, making a ruckus for her attention. And that was also why she even found herself unlocking the door, allowing it shelter in her home. As soon as the door was open, Lucy darted quickly between her legs, something still hanging from her mouth, seeking refuge deeper into her apartment. 

“Make yourself at home then!” Y/N called after it, shutting the door before more water could get inside. 

“That better not be a dead bird you’ve brought me either,” she added as she wandered down the hallway, looking for the devil cat.

Y/N followed the wet trail all the way to her spare bedroom and let out a curse when she saw that it led directly onto the bed in there.

“Are you fucki-?” she began, furious that her expensive, guest sheets were being covered in mud. But she stopped when she saw a familiar patch of orange fur peeking out between the sheets that Lucy had been trying to wrap around it. 

“No... Is that Little?” she breathed, her hand came to unwrap the sheets so she could get a better look.

Lucy stepped back and allowed her to have a better look but kept her eyes trained on the human that was approaching her baby, watching her carefully. She was poised in a position that was ready to pounce and Y/N was surprised, she had never seen the black cat display any aggression before. This was bad.

“Easy mamma,” she tried to soothe as she looked at the orange one closely.

If she thought the black cat was drenched, this was nothing compared to the orange one below her that was shivering violently from how cold it must be. His form looked so much smaller than it normally did but might also be because his wet fur now clung to his body. Her heart lurched when she realised that one of its legs was sitting at an awkward angle. 

“Hold on,” she murmured to Lucy and she went to the bathroom to collect some towels. 

When Y/N came back, she placed a towel around Lucy who impatiently shook it off and pawed at the mound where Little was lying. While not normally one to take orders from a cat, she didn’t say anything snarky to Lucy’s attitude and instead gently picked up Little to begin rubbing him with the towel, careful of his weirdly bent leg. The orange cat weakly blinked up at her as she worked and she tried to ignore how it made her heart melt. Now that it was in her hands it didn’t seem that small, she supposed that next to Lucy’s fluffy form the difference was just magnified. 

It might not even be a baby kitten she realised.

When Y/N deemed Little dry enough and the shivering had gone down, she wrapped it in a dry towel and turned her attention to Lucy.

“C’mere,” she said softly, as she held out a towel towards her. Lucy still seemed on edge and Y/N refrained from her usual hostility as she administered the same gentle care in drying off the black cat.

“Let’s get you guys some food,” she announced when Lucy was dry and had moved to curl herself around the make-shift towel nest.

Coming back with their usual bowl in hand, Y/N had opened much more tuna than she would normally give them and while Lucy immediately began eating, Little showed no interest. 

Y/N came to sit next to Little so she could examine him again and she did not miss how Lucy turned her body in a way so that she could observe them but still continue eating. Rearranging the towels so Y/N could see his bent leg, she gently prodded at it. 

“Might be broken,” she frowned. “And there’s no vets near me that are open at this time.”

Absentmindedly, Y/N began stroking Little’s back as she thought and was surprised when she felt gentle vibrations in return. He was purring. 

“I could just take you tomorrow I suppose,” she decided, unable to take her eyes off the adorable orange cat. “You don’t seem too bad anymore, could probably use some rest.”

The orange cat continued purring and even seemed to lean in further to her touch.

“Well aren’t you just adorable?” she cooed at it. “I knew there was a reason you were my favourite.”

Meoow

Lucy had come over and was looking at her reproachfully again. With a flick of her tail, she brushed past Y/N’s hand and curled her body around the smaller one, preventing Y/N from continuing to pet Little. 

Still, Y/N smiled softly at the sight of the two cats cuddled together, the black one licking the orange ones hurt leg and wrapped her arms around her knees. Her head came to rest against the wall and it was so easy to fall asleep like that - their soft purring in her ears.

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part two coming soon <3

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having a bath with their s/o headcanons - haikyuu

❤ summary: little scenarios and headcanons for a random selection of haikyuu boys detailing how they would bathe with their s/os. some are nsfw, others are not

❤ includes: bokuto, kenma, tendou

❤ B O K U T O ❤

❤ having a bath with bokuto is all giggles and romance

❤ he’s not the type to have one on his own but will spontaneously run a bath when the two of you are having a lazy day and he’s bored

❤ loves the fancy bath products you buy and even has favourites but doesn’t like going into the shop without you so is often dragging you along

❤ his favourite bath products are anything that makes lots of bubbles that he can mess around with and/or dump on your head

❤ sex is great but bokuto’s mostly in it for the shrieks of laughter he can draw from you as he throws water in your direction

❤ an actual menace but at least its not boring

you observe bokuto with amused eyes from your side of the bath as he carefully arranges the bubbles around his spiky hair. the image of him constructing his masterpiece is complete with the tip of his tongue occasionally poking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration. it made the butterflies in your stomach flutter in a way you hadnt felt since the two of you had started dating.

how am i looking? he asks after what you decide is too damn long making a bubble crown. he even poses for you as you take in the final image.

missing something i think, you say considering him seriously.

oh yeah?

like a flash, you scoop a healthy handful of bubbles and rub it against his jawline, smearing around his mouth

a beard~ you tease as he squawks in indignation and slaps your hands away

oh you are going to pay for that, he threatens. his eyes darkening in a familiar way as he moves closer to you.

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❤ K E N M A ❤ (slight nsfw)

❤ loves baths with you cause he’s a lazy motherfucker and being able to just lie there as you lovingly massage and clean his body is his favourite way to de-stress after practise

❤ most nights will find you being the first one home for the day and running a bath for yourself at around the same time kenma is due home from volleyball. you keep the bath products to a minimum, putting in something subtle like a simple vanilla bath melt cause you know kenma hates the frivolous stuff 

❤ in bed kenma’s normally pretty dominant but there’s something about him coming home, exhausted from practise, barely able to mumble out responses to your questions, that always makes him switch into someone who’s softer and vulnerable. you just want to take him into your arms and rub soothing patterns onto his back while he cuddles into your chest and allows you to take control

❤ he’s normally a pretty quiet guy in general but when you’re lavishing him with your attention, he’s been known to reward you with tiny little whines as you run your fingers through his wet hair, gently detangling it. the rare, sometimes needy sighs of pleasure you can draw from him when he’s in your arms are like music to your ears.

❤ a switch!kenma’s soft side just works wonders for me okay

im never having a shower again, kenma quietly declares to you as his tired body eases into the hot water to join yours.

not when we can be doing this instead you agree.

you offer him a tiny smile and hold open your arms to your boyfriend, signalling him to come closer. and he does - maneuvering his body so that he can press his back against your chest, turning his head so he can nuzzle into your neck. both your bodies adjusting to get comfortable in an almost mechanical way, your bodies dancing their usual practised routines with each other

you move your fingers to the base of his head so that you can free his hair and begin gently rubbing his scalp, concentrating on the sensitive areas that normally make your boyfriend melt. everytime he lets out a happy sigh after you brush your fingers against one, you follow it up by placing a small kiss there.

continuing to work in silence, your fingers work quickly as they isolate tense knots in his body and you concentrate your attention there until you can draw more delicious noises from kenmas throat. Neither of you talk. But you don’t need to.

in the quiet tiled bathroom where every noise is amplified, kenmas mind can be pleasantly blank and he’s close to falling asleep to only the sound of two heartbeats and his own deep breathing.

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❤ T E N D O U ❤ (nsfw, dom/sub themes)

❤ will often use baths as a form of aftercare. he just loves soaking in the bath with you after sex, could (and often does) spend all day cuddling up to you, smothering you in gentle kisses and loving praise as he massages your fucked-out body

❤ likes all bath products, mostly oils though because it makes bathtime with you more sensual but will always have a fun reaction to the more exciting ones you buy - whether they’re glitter explosions or fizzing colours

❤ very picky about the temperature of baths and loves making the baths as hot as you can bear. he says the heat and steam of the bathroom helps set the mood

❤ often can’t keep his hands to himself though when the two of you are naked together so if you’re not too over stimulated and you’re ready for another round, his intimate massages will often lead to more

❤ okay but imagine washing tendous hair in the bath. he comes home after a long session of volleyball training and you’ve run him a bath like his good little angel. you slowly massage your fingers into his scalp, rubbing shampoo through his long, red hair and you can just feel him melt against you as the tension leaves his body. might even let a few mewls of contentment escape his mouth as you make him feel good - payment for all the times he makes you feel good.

if I just wanted to relax kitten, I would have stayed in bed tendous breath is hot as he whispers into your ear. you can’t see him when your back is pressed up against him like this but you can feel him. and god can you feel him, his hard dick making itself known as it pokes against your back. his attention sends a white-hot shiver down your spine thats not helped by the heat of the water around you.

his spider-like fingers move under the water to dance up your thighs and your breath hitches as he draws closer to your core, teasing you. always teasing you. tendous fingers move in a way that is confident and practised, much like in everything else he does

you tilt your head back so that you can see your boyfriends face and place hungry kisses against any part of him you can reach. he uses his other hand to grip onto your wet hair and yank backwards, a little too hard.

patience pretty girl he mutters and hes looking down at you with that look he always gets when the two of you are intimate. its a look that always makes you feel like something inside of you could break. sex with tendou is always rough and demanding, leaves you deliciously broken in more ways than one. but the way he looks at you when youre together in the bath like this is entirely different to the rough way he often treats you - he looks at you like you're the most precious thing in the world and he’ll do whatever he can to protect you.

the thought makes you whimper and you feel his hard cock throb at the pathetic little noises he can draw out of you

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"want some whipped cream with that?”

pairing: kei tsukishima x baker!reader smut

summary: tsukki makes a trip to his local bakery with a craving for his favourite strawberry shortcakes in town. he finds something else that’s sweet to satisfy his craving

or i saw strawberry shortcakes was one of tsukki’s favourite food in canon so i ran with it

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The light, sweet twinkling sound of a metal wind chime disrupted the silence of the cosy bakery as the front door swung open. A tall blonde figure entered and immediately seemed to take up a huge amount of space in the tiny cafe as the smell of freshly baked goods wafted through the air. It lingered in his nose and seemed to permeate through the welcoming environment around him, settling around the floral centrepieces and squashy armchairs that the blonde figure was very tempted to sink into and nap after the day he just had. 

The owner of the bakery’s head poked around the corner of the staff-only doorway behind the counter.

“Ohhh I always knew you were illiterate Tsukki-san,” Y/N teased, motioning towards the ‘CLOSED’ sign on the door he had just barged through.

“That’s funny coming from a little pipsqueak who’s only good for baking,” Tsukishima replied quickly and his eyes glittered with mirth as he walked over to get a better look at the counter.

“No point in looking. It was pretty busy today so I’m fresh out of pretty much everything, including your beloved shortcake.” 

Y/N leaned onto the counter, head coming to rest on her hands so she could peer at Tsukishima clearly. She was surprised to see how tired he looked when he was normally immaculately presented.

“Busy day at the museum?” she pried, feeling a pang of sympathy for him.

“The worst,” Tsukishima sighed. His glasses moved up as he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. “There were three separate school groups today and our usual tour guide called in sick so guess who was showing those snivelling brats around?”

Y/N assessed him before deciding to take pity on him.

“You know I’m actually baking to replace some of the product for tomorrow right now. If you’re willing to wait I could get started on the strawberry shortcake and have some ready for you in no time.”

“Oh... that’s fine-,” Tsukishima said, surprised by her offer. “I mean- if you want to-”

She waved her hands, interrupting him.

“Tell you what. How about I bake extra and you can take some home free of charge.”

“Only for my most loyal customer,” she added when he still looked unsure.

There was a shadow of a genuine smile on Tsukishima’s face before he responded.

“That would be great actually.”

Y/N motioned for him to follow her into the kitchen and tried to shake the uneasy feeling that was settling in her stomach. It was definitely odd to see him be genuine with her. Since he had first wandered into her store a few months ago it wasn’t often that they weren’t exchanging quick banter. 

Maybe she had been a bit too forward in her offer to cook shortcakes, especially just for him and off the clock. Truthfully, since he had started showing up regularly she’d developed a little bit of a crush on him. It was a minor thing really. It was harmless fun to flirt with him over the coffee machine or fantasise about him on nights she couldn’t sleep.

Being alone with him in her cafe after hours was a whole new ballgame. She was already attracted to him and her nerves were being manifested into an electricity that pulsed through her body, putting her on edge.

This is purely professional Y/N reminded herself. I’m just keeping one of my regular customers happy. 

She gestured around the kitchen as they entered.

“And here is where the magic happens.”

Tsukishima made himself comfortable, leaning on a bench as he watched her. She was pulling out ingredients and utensils to get started on the vanilla sponge. Noticing him staring at her, Y/N pulled a large tupperware from the fridge and handed it to the blonde with a knife.

“Make yourself useful and prepare the strawberries please.”

“Here I was thinking you were treating me, not putting me to work as your slave,” Tsukishima said as he lifted the lid and peered in.

“Just cut the greens off and chop ‘em up into quarters so I can get you something sweet quicker,” she added, as if he hadn’t said anything.

Tsukishima hummed in response and turned to the strawberries. There was something about the tone of his voice that made Y/N wonder if they both picked up on the unintentional double entendre. She swallowed and continued to ignore the growing unease in her stomach.

They fell into silence as they worked, which wasn’t actually as awkward as she had feared. Her body did feel warm- too warm at the close proximity to the object of many fantasies she’d dreamt up. It was lucky that she had done this recipe enough that she could do it with her eyes closed because the way his cologne lingered around her made it hard to concentrate. It didn’t help that she could feel Tsukishima’s eyes constantly looking over at her.

“I could give you the recipe you know,” Y/N finally laughed as he looked over at her for what felt like the hundredth time. “It’s not a secret or anything.”

Tsukishima shook his head and looked very serious as he contemplated her offer.

“No, I’ve tried lots of shortcakes before. It’s never the same as having someone else cook. And none of them have ever tasted like yours.”

Y/N looked down into the bowl she was mixing to try and hide the blush at the genuine compliment. 

Tsukki being genuine multiple times in only a few minutes? Y/N thought to herself. That can’t be a good sign.

Y/N peeked a glance over at him, her eyes immediately being drawn to his lips and the way they closed around a strawberry, savouring the taste before it disappeared into his mouth.

Well actually Y/N changed her mind as she got lost in what else those lips could do. It could be a very good sign.

Y/N worked quickly and it wasn’t long before she got started on whipping the cream. Adding powdered sugar and vanilla extract in small doses, she would periodically stick her finger into the mixture bringing it up to her mouth for a taste test.

She paused when she felt his eyes on her again. 

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself while I slave away for you,” Tsukki complained.

“Sorry, did you want some?” she grinned as she reached a finger into the cream she was whipping and swiped up a small amount. She reached out to him and wiped her finger against his cheek, smearing the cream there.

“What-?!” Tsukishima let out a strangled cry of disapproval. He looked at her disbelievingly for a moment before smirking as he closed the distance between them. At his tall height, he towered over her and his eyes flashed dangerously before he spoke again.

“You’re going to pay for that, pipsqueak.” 

His voice was low and husky and it made her shiver. He was so close now she could feel the heat from his body, she could count his individual eyelashes, could even count the freckles around his mouth. Subconsciously she leaned in to meet him, her lips parting..

Like a quick flash, Tsukishima’s hands moved quickly and suddenly there was a coolness sliding down the side of her face. Y/N raised her hand to her cheek and withdrew it when she found a dollop of cream there, one that was significantly larger than the one she’d just wiped on him.

“Tsuuuki,” she whined, pouting.

“You’re right, that wasn’t fair,” Tsukishima cooed sarcastically. “Let me fix that for you.”

One of his hands reached around into Y/N’s hair to hold her in place before he leaned in and ran his tongue along her cheek in a single swipe, licking up most of the cream there. 

Y/N breath hitched and looked up to find him staring at her intently, waiting for her reaction. She ignored the thoughts that crept up that told her sleeping with one of her customers in her workplace was not a smart idea and grinned up at him. 

“I think you missed a spot,” she pointed out hopefully.

Tsukki’s lips descended onto her jawline again, dragging his tongue down lower to her neck, seeking any leftover cream.

Always eager to get the upper hand on him and while he was occupied, her hand blindly felt behind her searching for the whipped cream bowl. Picking up some cream with her hand she turned back to Tsukishima, ready to strike.

Quicker on the uptake though, he quickly grabbed her wrist in a tight hold.

“This is for me?” he asked, bringing her pointed finger up into his mouth so he could suck on the digit. His eyes stayed trained on her as he did so, something brimming in the depths of them that was entirely sinful.

“Here, want a taste?” He offered her his whipped cream covered finger. 

Y/N nodded quickly and bridged the gap between them, her mouth closing around his finger. She eagerly ensured she sucked up all the cream, working her lips and tongue slowly while she relished in imagining his finger was a different part of his body. When she looked up at him with wide eyes, her mouth still around his finger, Tsukishima let out a groan.

“C’mere, you tease,” he murmured. He loomed over her as she backed up until she hit the counter behind her. 

Y/N used her hands on the bench behind to help with leaning upwards to meet Tsukishima’s lips. Kissing him felt different than anything she’d ever imagined. It was so much better. He was calculated and deliberate in his movements. Moving slowly against her lips while Y/N’s movements were desperate as she frantically clung to the front of his shirt and responded to the kiss. 

Barely pulling away, Tsukki’s strong hands moved down her body before picking her up and  sitting her on the bench behind her. Y/N’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even closer. 

Eventually he pulled away from the kiss, earning a needy whine from Y/N which made him click his tongue at her.

“Impatient are we?” he admonished.

Y/N ignored him and continued to kiss every inch of his skin she could reach. She was pressing her mouth on the tiny freckles she could see on his neck now they were this close.

“Ahhh..” he hummed in pleasure and moved his head to allow her easier access. He leaned over and pulled the bowl closer towards them. 

“I just can’t seem to get enough of your shortcakes, you know.” He stuck his finger in the bowl to get some whipped cream again. 

“You really want to talk about shortcakes right now?” Y/N complained as he pulled away and his soft skin was no longer near her mouth.

He rubbed it along her neck and moved in to drag his tongue against her again. Any more complaints died in her mouth as she stifled a moan over his wet tongue drawing circles across her skin.

“It’s just too sweet to resist,” he breathed, mouth still against her throat.”I can’t help myself.”

Her hands came up and tangled through his hair as she pressed herself against him, finding him hard and just as ready as herself. 

Tsukki continued rubbing cream onto Y/N’s body and licking it up with his mouth while moving lower down. If Y/N had thought she was aching with lust before, this was nothing compared to the desperation she felt as he continued to tease her, his tongue moving from her collarbone to her cleavage. Her chest was heaving as fingers came to untie the apron and unbutton the shirt she had underneath, leaving her in just her bra. 

He smeared whipped cream across her cleavage and slowly cleaned it away, savouring the sweetness. He carefully moved the bra aside so his mouth could work it’s magic on her hard nipples. Y/N moaned out his name and rutted her hips against him longing for any kind of friction - anything to just ease the tension that was going on inside her body. It seemed that no matter how much she whined though, Tsukishima continued his slow and methodical descent down her body. When she would attempt to reach for his own clothes, he would just smack her hands away.

When Tsukki finally passed over her belly button and reached her pants, she was leaning back for easier access. She helped him wiggle her pants off her legs, along with her underwear. The steel of the bench felt startlingly cool against her body, which was probably giving off enough heat to power an oven. His eyes were taking her in and she could see his pupils were so dilated they looked almost black. She understood that maddening lust though, with him standing over her, fully clothed, and her lying open - so wet and so ready for him. It made her feel incredibly vulnerable in a most delicious way.

He forced her legs to open wider so he could stand between her and she saw his eyes flicker towards the cream.

“Don’t even think about it,” she warned. “ You’ve wasted enough.”

Tsukki just smirked at her but acquiesced her request as he knelt down, leaving open mouthed kisses along her inner thighs. Her body felt like it was on fire from his constant teasing and when his tongue finally found her wet pussy she wanted to sob out of desperation from lack of release.

“Please, Tsukki,” she gasped out.

“Please what?” 

“Please- please just let me cum.”

His pace was still agonisingly slow but he did move his mouth until he found her clit, teasing it with deliberate and controlled strokes of his tongue. He reached up with one hand and gripped her hand while his other hand joined his mouth, easing a finger inside of her before pumping it in and out. It didn’t take long for her to orgasm and she finally came undone crying out his name. He let her ride out her orgasm against his fingers, decreasing the tempo, before getting up so he could take her in.

“Look at you,” he murmured almost affectionately and she melted under his praise. “You make a much prettier picture like this than I ever could have imagined.”

Tsukishima unbuttoned his shirt before continuing.

“And oh, how long I have been imagining this.”

He slid his shirt off, revealing his sculpted body.

“How long I’ve imagined making you cum on my fingers.”

His fingers worked on his zipper now, pulling his pants off.

“Making you cum on my tongue.”

He pulled his dick out and gave himself a few strokes.

“On my cock.”

He rubbed himself against her slit, still maddeningly slow and calculated in his movements. Her nerves were still on fire and she cried out whenever she felt his dick brush against her clit or whenever he teased her entrance.

“Tsukki..” she panted.

“You ready, little one?” 

“Tsukishima,” Y/N groaned. “Just fuck me already.”

He swore under his breath as he guided himself into her. Y/N winced internally at the sting of herself stretching to accommodate him. But it was only a slight pain that felt so good. The stretch felt delicious and Y/N wanted to make sure she would be reminded of this ache for days. 

“Harder,” she moaned.

Tsukishima hips moved faster in order to set a tone that was absolutely punishing. He was brutally efficient as they both chased a high. Y/N was mewling wantonly and completely unrestrained from the aching lust he had built up but whenever he made a noise of pleasure it would reverberate through her entire core. It was truly a sight to behold whenever the often silent and always calculated Tsukki would allow the mask to slip in his lust. His hands grasped at her hips, gripping so tightly she felt she might bruise. She hoped she would. 

He looked down at her and she knew he must see an absolute hot mess, mouth agape in a constant moan, frantically clutching at whatever part of his body she could reach, probably even still covered in dried whipped cream. 

“I want to see you cum, okay?” Tsukishima ordered in a voice that was heavy with lust as he brought a finger down to rub her still too-sensitive clit.

It was all just too much and all she could do was whimper something she hoped sounded like agreement. She reached her second orgasm when his mouth found her neck, biting down gently on a sensitive spot near her shoulder. Crying out his name, her walls tightened and spasmed against him and it was only a few moments after that Tsukishima came undone too, cursing.

He came to rest against her, both their bodies sticky with sweat and pressed against each other. They stayed like that for a few moments, trying to catch their breath. Eventually Tsukishima spoke, breaking the silence.

“Does this mean I’m not getting that shortcake anymore?” he asked.

Y/N slapped his chest.

[vee-double-u]

welcome distractions

pairing: kenma x reader smut

summary: “You being some horny sex pest isn’t about to stop me from getting this boss,” Kenma muttered, his eyes turning back to the game.

Y/N continued to press herself against him though as she could tell his words had no bite. He had even slightly readjusted his leg, pressing his knee higher to allow her a better surface to rub against.

or reader rides her new roommate kenma’s thigh to try and convince him to stop playing his game and go to bed (with her)

word count: 1600

requests: open

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Y/N stumbled into her shared apartment, trying but failing to stay quiet so as not to wake her roommate. She could still feel the bass of the music at the nightclub she’d just been at reverberating through her body. The rush of alcohol to her head made her feel all light and giddy but she paused when she heard the unmistakable sounds of shooting from the next room. She walked over and stuck her head into the doorway to peer in. The cold, blue light of the tv made the living room and it’s single occupant glow unnaturally. Said occupant spared her the briefest of glances before he quickly moved back to his game.

Y/N came to stand next to her roommate and took him in for a moment before she addressed him.

“Are you really still playing?” she pushed gently. A silent pause before she continued, “Maybe you should go to bed, you look exhausted.”

Kenma offered her only a small hum of disapproval in response and Y/N was just happy she received a response at all. She flung herself down on the couch next to him and reached down to begin the arduous task of trying to drunkenly take off her heels. After some struggle, she succeeded and brought her legs up, maneuvering herself until her back was against the armrest and her feet were almost touching Kenma’s thighs.

Y/N’s eyes raked over the slouched form of Kenma as he tackled the boss in some video game he’d been trying to defeat for days now. She took in the heavy creases under his eyes and the messy mop of hair that had been tied into a loose bun at the nape of his neck. Her eyes continued to travel downwards, past the lounge shirt he’d thrown on, until they rested on his fingers on the controller. They were moving in a fast and precise way as he pressed the buttons, expertly pulling off a combo.

Y/N couldn’t help it as her mind wandered to other things Kenma could be doing with those long fingers, as they often did whenever she was around him lately.

They’d been living together for a couple months now, after Kuroo had introduced the two of them based on a shared need for someone to split the bills with. At first Y/N had been a bit hesitant to move in with a male but Kuroo had insisted, explaining that Kenma often kept to himself most of the time anyway. 

Y/N recalled the first few weeks they had been living together. He had barely looked her in the eyes and said few things to her, leaving her with the assumption that he hated her. It was only after some time (and assurances from Kuroo) Y/N had become used to his seemingly standoffish demeanour. She could often tell when he wanted company, and when he wanted to be left alone. They had settled into something that was resembling friends. 

It wasn’t soon after that Y/N had found herself drawn to the enigmatic figure. He was quiet in a thoughtful way and would stare at her with these intense eyes that would make her heart race. The way that he would stare and concentrate on a game made her wish he would stare at her like that. Like she was an interesting problem that he needed to spend hours to unravel. 

Her best friend had laughed at her when she confided in her about the predicament and her friend just quipped that maybe Y/N just really needed to get laid.

Well yeah Y/N quietly agreed as she reminisced. Preferably by Kenma.

“What?”

The annoyed voice from the figure she was analysing made her eyes snap from Kenma’s hands back to his face, to find him staring at her inquiringly. Feeling less embarrassed than if she had been sober, Y/N just stared defiantly back into those cat-like eyes, allowing herself to get lost for a moment. 

She decided to try again.

“Go to sleep, Kenma-san. The boss will still be there and your skills will be better after some sleep.”

He barely regarded her before turning back to his game.

A flash of slight annoyance and liquid bravery made Y/N sit up abruptly and move towards him. 

“Well if you’re going to be that way, I’ll just have to pull you away from the game myself.”

Y/N pushed Kenma’s legs further apart to make room for the stupid thing she was about to do and settled herself onto his right thigh, her tight skirt riding dangerously up her thighs.  Kenma had finally moved his concentration from the tv to her as looked up at her curiously. He didn’t push her away and Y/N took this for approval as she began moving her hips slowly. 

She concentrated on her fantasies from just before and her disappointment at the lack of male attention when out clubbing earlier as she rotated her hips slowly, pressing her core against Kenma’s thigh, desperate for any friction to soothe her sexual frustration. 

“You being some horny sex pest isn’t about to stop me from getting this boss,” Kenma muttered, his eyes turning back to the game. His fingers continued to move again, though much slower and clearly distracted as he tried to concentrate on the game.

Y/N continued to press herself against him though as she could tell his words had no bite. He had even slightly readjusted his leg, pressing his knee higher to allow her a better surface to rub against. Y/N’s eyes flickered down to see the growing bulge through his tracksuit pants and she couldn’t help but let out a tiny whimper. 

Kenma was determinedly staring at the screen in front of him rather than the moaning girl gyrating against him, which only further fueled Y/N’s determination to pull him from his game. If she knew him a little less maybe she wouldn’t have picked up on the subtle change of his breathing quickening or the way his fingers moved harshly against the controller now. Controller buttons clacking down loudly which joined the sounds of Y/N’s mewls of pleasure as they filled the room. But she did know him and she knew he was frazzled right now. Knowing how badly he wanted her served to only turn her on further.

Just a little more Y/N thought, unsure of if she was talking about her orgasm or stealing Kenmas attention.

Kenma slightly readjusted and the new height created a delicious new pressure against her clit which caused Y/N to let out a loud moan, Kenma’s name stuttering from her lips. His tongue stuck out briefly as he licked his lips, a sign his concentration was further slipping. She was feeling powerful, and in control, and sexy, sat on top of him like this. 

“You know how long I’ve been thinking about this?” Y/N asked with her new found confidence. “How long I’ve seen you sitting there and ignoring me while I’m wondering what else you could do with those hands? How long I’ve thought about those hands holding me down while you fuck me?”

Y/N groaned as she got lost in her fantasy, the curse word clipping in her mouth at the hard ck sound. Her words had come out in an almost growl that she couldn’t help cause God, she was so wet.

It’s this confession that finally seems to break Kenma as he throws the controller to the side with a mutter; “Fuck this.” 

Kenma’s hands come to rest on her hips, gripping tightly so his nails dig into her soft skin. His face moved towards Y/N, finally capturing her lips in a kiss that is hot and desperate. Her arms moved around him and she eagerly responded to the kiss, his body emanated an intense heat that still somehow made her shiver. There was a coil in her stomach which was desperate for a release and she furiously moved her hips against him, arms grabbing at his hair. Hair that she had been fantasising to feel under her fingertips for so long. It felt so good to finally be experiencing something she had been yearning for weeks. 

“Look at you, making a mess of yourself on my leg like this,” Kenma murmured as they pulled apart so his eyes could take her in. “You’re so fucking hot all flustered like this”

The coil in her stomach seemed to wind tighter as Kenma praised her. It was all just too much to handle; the constant friction against her clit, the proximity of Kenma’s warm body pressed against her, the bruising grip he kept on her waist, the way his eyes were focusing on her like she was the only thing he could concentrate on.

“Are you going to cum for me?” Kenma whispered, their foreheads pressed against each other. 

His hand moved from her hip to her face, tangling into her hair. With a tug that's a little too sharp yet still excites her, Kenma exposes her neck so he can begin leaving wet kisses along there.

That was it. The coil in her stomach snapped apart and Y/N’s orgasm hit her hard. She reached her climax with a loud gasp of his name, back arched and her core aching for him. Kenma continued to move her against him as she rode out her high, tempo slowing down as Y/N tried to get her breath back. 

After a few moments, Y/N pressed her lips against him again in a simple kiss before getting up and moving towards her bedroom. She looked back over her shoulder at him.

“Are you coming?” Y/N’s hand reached out.

Kenma gives the video game just one longing glance before getting up and following Y/N to the bedrooms.

She was right, he agreed. The boss would still be there tomorrow.

[vee-double-u]

tumble for you

pairing: tendou x cheerleader!reader

summary: soulmate au where your soulmates first words to you are tattooed on your body. reader is a cheerleader from shiratorizawa

word count: 1300

requests: open

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Tendou’s sleepy eyes followed the lithe, feminine figures as the Shiratorizawa cheerleading squad flipped around and cartwheeled on the other side of the gym. There was one figure he couldn’t keep his eyes off. Her movements made her hair catch the gym lights and shine in a way that was entirely mesmerising. The heavy rain provided ongoing background noise punctuated occasionally by the grunts of the many students who were practising. This weather was surprisingly better than anything they’d experienced over the weekend, with harsh winds and torrential rain that had left the cheerleaders usual spot on the oval entirely soaked and impossible to practise on. 

After some heavy pushing from faculty members, the volleyball team had reluctantly allowed their space to be halved to make space for the cheerleaders for a little while. 

Besides mused Tendou to himself. Any minor complaints from the team had come to an abrupt stop the second the troupe of short-skirt clad girls had marched into their gym thirty minutes ago.

WHAM

With a dull thunk, a ball hit Tendou squarely in the back of the head and shook him from his thoughts.

“Earth to Tendou. Are you going to actually play or just keep ogling that girl?” Semi asked.

Semi’s face looked unamused as Tendou shook his head and looked around to find the rest of their 2v2 practise game staring at him expectantly. Only momentarily startled, Tendou’s face eased into a mocking grin.

“Welp, if those are the two options, I know which I’d rather be doing.” Still, Tendou manoeuvred his body into a position that signaled he was ready to play again. 

Goshiki snickered for only a moment before he hit the ball into the air.

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“If that red head looks over here one more time, I swear...” The cheer captain trailed off as she glared at the back of Tendou’s head. The rain seemed to clatter onto the metal rooftop louder and served to make her an even more intimidating figure.

“He’s looking at Y/N!” A teammate teased.

“We might have to hide her, he’s kinda weird looking.”

“Aw in a cute way though!”

Y/N rolled her eyes and shoved her friends in response. 

“Come on, are we getting back to this or what?” Y/N turned away from the volleyball team and braced her body to lift her squadmate, bending her knees to stabilise herself and gesturing her arms towards the figure near her. The teammate came over and allowed herself to be lifted up gracefully.

Had that redhead actually been staring at her? Y/N thought. Her friends’ words played over in her head as they went over a familiar routine. It certainly looked like he was.

He was kinda weird looking too, Y/N admitted. But I’m strangely drawn to him. 

The tall, lanky figure that stood with an assured confidence. The shock of bright red hair. The wide, unblinking eyes as they bore holes into her. He wasn’t exactly unpleasant to look at either. In fact, Y/N felt her eyes naturally being drawn back to catch another glimpse of him. There was a lurch in her stomach when she found him already looking in her direction. Something so confident, and almost mocking, in those piercing eyes as they stared her down made her want to shrink away. Shrink away from the hot flash of embarrassment of being caught, but also the much more pleasant warmth that had pooled in her gut. Y/N quickly averted her eyes down and tried to focus on the routine

As the cheerleading squad continued to go over some moves, Y/N could feel her concentration slipping, with her irritation shifting from annoyance into anger. Every time he glanced over, his eyes felt like an anvil on her shoulders that made her move awkwardly and fumble easy moves.  Eventually, the unease in Y/N’s stomach seemed to bubble over like a boiling pot of water left on for too long, when she tripped and landed ungracefully from a flip that she knew she could pull off.

“Enough of this. If he wants to stare at me so much, I’ll just go make it easier for him to get a better view,” She snapped to her squadmates, who looked over at her, most of them amused, though some of them concerned.

Y/N stalked over to the towering figures playing volleyball on the other side of the gym. Glaring at the redhead and too consumed with her own irritation, she brushed aside the strange tingling that ran down her left arm. She was only a few metres away when the volleyball team noticed her and came to a stop to see why a cheerleader was angrily making their way over to their side of the gym. The red head was still looking at her like she was the most entertaining thing in the world and it infuriated her that she couldn’t tell if the mirth in his eyes was laughing with her, or at her.

Before regret at her impulsive actions could sink in, Y/N came to a stop right in front of Tendou and crossed her arms.

“You staring at me so much has been really distracting, you know. Is there something I can help you with?” Y/N tried to keep her tone even as the pins and needles in her left arm became hard to ignore.

The change in the redhead’s face was almost immediate. Tendou’s eyes sparkled in a way that made her swallow her next retort and his mocking smile was replaced with a genuine wide-mouthed smile that made her feel light-headed.

“Hey now, is that anyway to speak to your soulmaaate?” Tendou drew out the final word in a sing-song voice, sounding simultaneously amused with Y/N’s anger and a much deeper, more tender joy of something more genuine.

A beat of silence. 

Y/N stared, slack-jawed, all irritation from her posture had melted away. Tendou’s teammates were also staring in shocked silence. The rain wasn’t as heavy now or maybe it was just the heartbeat in Y/N’s ears that made it hard to hear anything.

Unconsciously, Y/N was rubbing her left arm where the words Tendou had just uttered could be found. The pins and needles had abruptly stopped the second the redhead had opened his mouth and now her arm felt strangely empty. 

“Y- Yo…” Y/N steadied herself before trying again. “You’re my soulmate?”

“I haven’t had one before but I’ve heard that’s how this thing normally goes.” Tendou teased. Y/N noted that the teasing seemed much more gentle now. 

Tendou felt a brief flash of vulnerability as the cheerleader continued to stand there, mouth agape at him. He quickly swallowed down the uncertainty, as flashbacks of being rejected threatened to swim to the forefront of his mind. This was his soulmate. Any uncertainty didn’t play a part here as this was the universe giving him irrevocable proof that this was one person who wouldn’t reject him.

Y/N held her arm out, showing Tendou the tattoo of his words and so that she could check them for herself. Words that she had spent the last few years staring at and analysing. Where there was once a simple, black script now seemed to glow, as if it was shining with the happiness that had begun to fill Y/N.

“I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours,” she offered.

Tendou’s arm eagerly punched out to hover next to Y/N’s. The harsh words that had come tumbling out of Y/N’s mouth now looked very different, surrounded by flowers that had bloomed and twisted around the letters. Tendou was still smiling but it was now all over his body, shining through his eyes and bursting from the tattoo on his trembling arm.

After a moment, Tendou reached over and clasped his hand in Y/N’s. The empty feeling instantly disappeared and Y/N felt like she was getting pins and needles again in a way that was entirely more pleasant. Y/N clasped his hand back and leaned over, pressing herself against Tendou’s side to whisper into his ear.

“Soulmate or not, if you ruin my practise by distracting me again, I’m gonna kick your ass.”