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samus-onigiri-stand · 6 months ago

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the prince.

₊˚ ᗢ suna rintarou x figure skater! fem! reader.

⤷ suna has been leaving practice early and the team starts to wonder why.

“Ah, I should start heading out for today.”

Suna slings his bag over his shoulders, tugging on the straps as his other hand grips his phone. He’s seen typing a quick message and hitting send the moment his blond-haired teammate spikes the volleyball. From the corner of Kita’s eyes, he notices Suna’s lips curl into a small smile. It seemed uncharacteristic of the boy. So much so that Atsumu is quick to be at his side, leaning over his shoulder with gleaming interest.

As of recently, Suna has been leaving practice a lot earlier. The first time it happened, he hurriedly ran to the locker rooms to change, rushing out of the doors with his shirt halfway across his torso. The second time, he left when Kita turned around to talk to Atsumu about his serve. This caught the attention of Aran, who sighed at his sly antics. The third time, he was caught by their coach and forced to give a half-assed apology before running off again. No matter how often the boys see it, they’re always surprised by how fast he can run when he puts his mind to it.

So, before he was able to turn around and make a jog towards the door, Atsumu stopped him by putting his hand on his shoulder. A glimmer of mischief shines through his dark-brown eyes. “Where do you think you’re going? Don’t think we didn’t notice you cut practice early!”

Osamu wipes the sweat off his brow, “It’s unlike you to leave so early. You got somewhere to go?”

The boy in question looks off to the side for a moment, eyes flickering back and forth from his phone to the court. He awkwardly clears his throat as he turns away, “Yeah. I wanted to watch my friend’s performance tonight.”

Atsumu and Osamu are seen groveling beside each other, jaws dropped as Kita approaches the group. It’s a surprise, they thought. To think that this stoic, snarky, sarcastic man had friends outside of volleyball was unheard of. In all their time being together, in the same classes and lunch table, the Miya twins did not see it coming. Perhaps they should have by the way Suna smiled at his phone once in a while, seemingly always texting someone on the other line.

The blond-setter points at him accusingly, “You have friends outside of us! Suna you cheater!”

“This is quite the news…”

“If they’re friends with him out of all people… they must be something.”

The man in question was incredibly sly, albeit lazy. The longer he stays in the game, the more he begins to slack off. It’s only until Kita is brought into the game that he’s unable to rest. Aran points out that Suna did not attempt to hide things. He was always on his phone, never inching it away when someone was close, being too engrossed in his conversation to care about lingering eyes. It was partially their fault for never asking.

“Man, now I’m curious!” Atsumu comments, slapping him on the back, “You wouldn’t mind if we join your friend’s little performance?”

“Tsumu, you can’t just invite yourself.”

Suna remains quiet before pocketing his phone. Tugging on his bag, he starts to walk towards the swinging doors. “It’s fine. I don’t think my friend would mind.” He looks back at Atsumu and Osamu, narrowing his eyes with slight annoyance, “Just don’t cause trouble for them.”

The rest of the team quickly packed up their things, with Kita waving them off with a simple goodbye. He says he should stay to clean up the gym while they have fun. It was only a few days before their next game. Perhaps it was a deserved rest for tonight. And it would be nice for them to update him on who this mysterious friend is.

“I’m surprised you got such a close friend! It doesn’t seem like you talk to them in person.” Omimi scratches the back of his neck, fiddling slightly with the ends of his hair. He’s never seen Suna talk about them despite how often he leaves practice early.

“They don’t come to class,” Suna replied.

“So they just skip? How unfair is that!” Atsumu groans, tucking his arms over his chest as he lets out a scoff. How lucky this person must be. If he had the option, he’d ditch the drab books and go to the gymnasium every day. Osamu pokes him in the side, snickering about how it’d make no difference in his grade if he skipped class. The two begin to bicker behind the group while Aran jogs a little faster to meet with Suna.

“Say, what kind of person are they?”

The dark-haired boy lets out a hum, shifting his head side to side.

“A prince?”

Ice crackles underneath the thin blade. The figure weaves elegantly through the frigid platform. The slight shimmer from their ruffled clothes waves back and forth in the air, taunting the audience forward as they raise their arms, performing a triple axel with a slight wobble to their toe. They choose to ignore this flaw, continuing with their program as if nothing happened. Sliding left and right, gliding across the ice as their hands trail from the vein on the side of their neck, tracing it down to their ribcage.

The Prince was not an unfamiliar name. Rumors quickly spread at the beginning of the year that a new transfer student would be entering their semester. Whispers came from all directions. They were a professional figure-skater. A whole league of their own in the competitive world. Having won several out-of-country competitions, they came back to Japan a kissed hero. It was a shame that on the first day, they never showed up. Their teacher had announced that week, stating they wouldn’t be able to attend classes in person. However, they would still be around for some afterschool programs.

Despite not attending classes, it was evident there was a star lingering amongst them.

The prince was not a prince, but a lady. She slid amongst the field with enough grace to match a swan. Yet the crackling of ice and precise jumps remind them of the careful footwork of a mountain goat. Every move performed was planned. Every sweat poured onto the ice was a sign of their meticulous work. They had to be precise. Sharp enough to cut through the finest of steel. They were in other words, flawless tonight.

“Man, I wonder if I could do some of those tricks too,” Atsumu comments, folding his arms over the other as Suna’s eyes remained unmoving from the scene. The team notices the way the skater’s arms move smoothly alongside their skates, almost as if they were one flowing piece in the wind. Their facial expression was concentrated, with only a thin trickle of sweat dripping down their chin.

Osamu was standing in front of the glass, eyes blown wide as he was met with a sparkling scene. The rest of the team cannot hold back their gasp as they watch the skater perform a double axel followed by a triple salchow. A jump that they could only imagine doing in front of a live audience. They were only starting the second half of their program, yet they’ve performed this many jumps already. It was impossible to hide the smile that was forming on Suna’s face.

“I doubt it.”

Figure skating is one of the most rigorous sports someone could play. Not only do you need the mastery of ballet, but training and practice could last months before you are even ready to perform competitively. Nothing slips past the judges. Not a single step should be wasted on a breath unless called for. Everything should be perfectly calculated by their choreographer. From the movements of their fingers to the tilt of their neck, only those who are within this exclusive world can understand the hard work and dedication each skater had for themselves. While a volleyball player could get away with slipping on the ground, it is a fatal move in figure skating.

You finished your performance with trickles of sweat down your temple. Although the ice was cold, your body was warming up from the inside out. It was burning with passion. And you could feel it in the tips of your fingers, this was going to be the start of something great. Finally able to breathe fully, you turned your head, noticing a very familiar face that you proceeded to skate towards.

“Rin!” You jumped into his open arms, letting him twirl you around as the glaring stares from the volleyball team pierced through his skull. The cold expression you had on the ice had melted away the moment you landed on him. “You made it!”

(L/n), (Y/n): Professional Figure Skater, representing Japan in the Grand Prix. Her most notable achievement was winning gold in the Junior Grand Prix two years ago, with her main focus now being to conquer the senior division by her third year in high school. She transferred to Inarizaki in hopes of continuing her education, but her training program had become more demanding, making it difficult for her to attend classes.

You and Suna met in kindergarten, having been paired up together because of the latter’s bratty behavior. You were the definition of a picture-perfect child and being with him ruined that perception. You and he would always spend time talking to each other in class, even when it was mandatory nap time, he would always find a way to lay next to you and poke the center of your palm. Such antics led to you being a little more rebellious and open-mouthed with your opinions. Finally able to speak your mind about the things you want to do. You both declared your desired goals for the future during nap time.

While he wanted to continue playing volleyball, you wanted to be a figure skater, just like your grandmother was when she was a young girl. She had gotten an injury during the semifinals and was unable to move forward. It was a tragic event that had affected your family for years. Your aunts and uncles shook their heads in silent fear and disapproval towards the sport. Your mother, although hesitant at first, could not deny you this wish. Not when Suna held onto your hand tightly as you began to sob in front of her, claiming with all your heart that you will without a doubt, come home with a gold between your teeth.

When you looked back at him after your first free skate program, despite missing several of your jumps and hitting the ground with your cheek, you smiled brightly. Even when you formed bruises behind the back of your knee or cried into the depths of your pillow after losing gold by two points, he was always there on the other side of the line. Whispering words of encouragement, the two of you were constantly there for each other. While you may have been away in an entirely different city, with Suna having been scouted for volleyball and your changes to your coach, your relationship hasn’t changed whatsoever.

If anything, it felt a lot closer. It made your heart fonder.

And so the volleyball team was left in awe, looking out at the sight of a very soft, domesticated Suna holding onto his closest friend. The two held each other close as he pressed his forehead against yours. He fiddled with the side of your waist, wondering if this might be a good time to tell you how he felt after all these years.

But perhaps it could wait once the two of you made it to the peaks of your career.

#♡ samus onigiri stand #♡ inarizaki recs #♡ suna rintaro recs

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samus-onigiri-stand · 6 months ago

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NOVEMBER SONG

SUMMARY: Yamaguchi Tadashi always saw himself as a side character. However, there came a day whereby he did not want to live like that anymore. He wanted to be seen, to be noticed, to be perhaps, loved — all because of a single person: you.

PAIRING: yamaguchi tadashi x gn! reader

GENRE(S): pining (one sided)

WC: 1559

NOTE(S): inspired by baek yerin's november song + dw it has a happy ending

MASTERLIST

TAGLIST (italicised blogs are unable to be tagged): @deeomi

Yamaguchi Tadashi was that boy: the awkward, quiet boy who sat in the corner of the classroom right next to the windows. He never spoke unless he was spoken to, and he only talked more than he needed to to Tsukishima. He was always seen by girls as Tsukishima's friend, the one that can be used as a channel to get close to the tall blonde. (Yamaguchi had always felt bad for them, because Tsukishima never paid them much attention in the first place.)

Yamaguchi always saw himself as a side character. If he were to appear in a fairytale, he would be the page boy appearing on page fifteen, or perhaps even the faceless gardener drawn in the background. For him, just being there was okay, as long as he was not disrupting the flow of anything. It was okay if Tsukishima was the focal point and he was the 'but'. As long as he was not a forgotten face, he was okay with it.

However, there came a day he did not want to live like that anymore. He wanted to be seen, to be noticed, to be perhaps, loved — all because of a single person: you.

It was funny, was it not? To have lived like an extra of a major production but wanting to be noticed all of a sudden? To be the star, the protagonist, the hero? (Maybe he did not want to be the hero, per se; he just wanted to be seen as a someone for once.)

"What's wrong with you?" Tsukishima asked one day, his patented impassive, blank look still on his face, "You're happier and, I don't know... jittery, these few days."

"M-Me?" Yamaguchi stuttered, then rushed to fill in that dubious reply with a scoff, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes," the blonde sighed through his nose, "Yes, you do."

Yamaguchi did not say anything else. Arguing with his friend would not get him anywhere; Tsukishima was perpetually right all the time. Winning an argument against him would be doing the impossible. It would be akin to proving that Newton was lying when he proved that gravity exists.

So it was natural that Tsukishima was proven right once again when he caught Yamaguchi staring a tad bit too long than usual at a particular person. Tsukishima recognised them: it was [F/N] from the next-door Physics class.

"So, [F/N]?" Tsukishima said after class, a hint of mischief in his golden-brown eyes.

Yamaguchi immediately turned a few shades darker of red, wishing he could disappear into his hair or thin air, he did not mind which.

"You can't be just simply staring at them, you know," the taller male said with a little sigh, "They won't be able to notice you that way."

"I just don't want to embarrass myself," the freckled male said meekly, then added in a softer voice, "I'm just... me. There's nothing special about me."

"No, there is," Tsukishima said, "There are things about you that make you special."

There was a brief pause as Tsukishima frowned, before he elaborated, "Being caring, for instance, and being nice. Not everyone has a soft heart like you, Yamaguchi."

Yamaguchi's jaw fell slightly, and he stared at his friend with wide eyes. Tsukishima had never really complimented him before, so this was something new and big. Monumental, even.

He smiled, "Thanks, Tsukki."

Catching a person's attention, however, proved to be difficult. He did not know how Tsukishima managed to do it, but he was surely envious of whatever the blonde had that he himself was lacking in. However, he thought of a plan that he found always proved to be successful in almost every drama his mother watched.

"[F/N]?" he said one day as he approached you, your name rolling off his lips easily yet oddly, like it was meant to be.

You quirked an eyebrow up at him, beckoning him to continue.

"I-I was wondering if you'd like to study together," he said, stuttering unintentionally at the start, to which he mentally berated and kicked himself for, "Additional Mathematics, especially. I can't quite grasp linear law." That was a lie; he was rather good at Additional Mathematics, and his best topic was linear law.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, "But aren't you good in Additional Mathematics?"

He winced internally. Drat, he was caught. Time to deploy Plan B.

"I was thinking it could be more of a revision session," he said before any doubts could cross your mind, "I can't prepare with Tsukki either; he has tuition classes."

"Oh, okay," you said, shrugging your shoulders slightly, "How does Saturday afternoon sound?"

"Sounds good," he said, smiling and hoping it did not look too creepy or off-putting in any way (because God forbid he scared you off after his very first interaction with you), "We'll do that."

The revision sessions did prove to help; Yamaguchi got closer to you. Perhaps it was even a little too fast-paced than he originally thought it would be, since he clearly did not plan too far ahead when he realised a harmless little crush turned into a full-blown and slightly dangerous love. Every little accidental touch sent both of your hands jerking away from each other, every slightly prolonged glance sent both of your cheeks burning whenever they were caught, and every smile set both of your hearts pounding furiously against both of your ribcages.

"You're in love with them," Tsukishima blurted out one day during lunch, which caused Yamaguchi to choke on his rice.

"W-What?" he said as he pounded on his chest, looking at Tsukishima with wide eyes, similar to that of a fish's.

"[F/N]," Tsukishima said casually, picking a cherry tomato from his lunchbox with his chopsticks.

Yamaguchi covered his face in his hands, "Is it really that obvious?"

"Anyone would know," Tsukishima said plainly, "It's that obvious."

A pause followed as Tsukishima chewed on the cherry tomato, then, "Aren't you going to confess?"

"M-Me? Confess?" Yamaguchi stuttered as he dropped his hands to his sides, "It's not that easy, you know!"

"What century are you living in, Yamaguchi?" Tsukishima asked with a snort before closing his lunchbox, "It doesn't matter who asks the other person out. Anyway—" — The blonde paused and stared at his friend before continuing — "Don't you want to make a lasting impression on them?"

Yamaguchi bit his lower lip. He was never one to be macho or manly in any way. He was the shy and gentle guy; he would be a stammering mess with pink-tinted cheeks. However, Tsukishima had raised a valid point. It was time to "man up", like Tanaka-senpai had always said, and make the first move, like chess.

Tsukishima stood up, taking his lunchbox with him.

"Be confident," Tsukishima said, patting the dark green-haired male on the shoulder before walking off, "I know you can do it."

And so he did; he puffed his chest out and summoned every ounce of willpower he had to brave through the confession, to enunciate his words clearly without hesitation.

He expected rejection. Which person, in their right mind, would say yes?

Apparently, you were that person, which pleasantly surprised him.

He always wondered, what exactly did you see in him that made you agree? He hoped you were not just doing it out of pity, or worse, using him to get close to Tsukishima. (A lot of people liked Tsukki better than the plain old Yamaguchi anyway.)

However, you always reassured him gently, all while taking his hands, that you did it because you reciprocated his feelings. You were not lying to him in any way, neither did your actions have any underlying meaning. You were willing to be together with him, to be his other half, to be the one supporting him at one hundred percent.

Whenever he felt down, whenever he felt useless, whenever he felt like the world was against him for some unknown and odd reason, you were always there to give a hug, to tell him that everything was going to be alright, and that you were physical proof that you were there and would not be going anywhere. It was during times like these that Yamaguchi knew for sure that this love was meant to be his and it was uniquely his, that a bond like this would never come again in his entire lifetime.

Even if this love was broken, trampled on, and tested, it would never fade. Both of you would always come back together, like unlike poles, the right puzzle pieces filling in the gaps.

Maybe this love was not romantic according to society's standards, but that was okay. It was the bond and overwhelming feelings that words could not describe make this love special, one that cannot be recreated.

He hoped he could be the one for you, too: the shoulder you could cry on, the first person you would share good news with, the Mr. Right in your happily ever after. That future was close in reach, but he did not know that. For now, he was content with the way he lived with you, and that was perfectly fine.

As long as the two of you were connected, like two single lines diverged together into one, everything will be fine.

#♡ samus onigiri stand #♡ karasuno recs #♡ yamaguchi tadashi recs #crying over yams

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samus-onigiri-stand · 6 months ago

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HQ BOYS AND HOW THEY LOVE

characters tsukishima kei, oikawa tooru, sugawara koushi

tsukishima kei

— the way tsukishima loves is more on the subtle side. he isn't super outright with his affections which may look bad to everyone else, but of course you know better than anyone else it was anything but that.

his love is conveyed in the way he gently pulls you to the other side of the sidewalk away from the cars. his love is conveyed when he tightly grips your hand after sensing your discomfort. his love is conveyed in the "have you eaten yet?" text he sends you after volleyball practice. his love is conveyed in the way he locks pinkies with you right before a match because he knows you're his good luck charm.

and tsukishima knows he doesn't need to explain himself, especially not with you. everything that he does, no matter how small or subtle, has always been done with you at the forefront of his mind.

oikawa tooru

— the way oikawa loves is exciting and passionate, but also gentle and pragmatic. as boisterous as he can be, he is amazingly perceptive and good at reading your emotions without drawing too much attention.

he notices the subtle changes in your expression before you're even aware of it yourself. the way your eyes linger just a second longer on a piece of jewelry in the store window—that same piece of jewelry is around your neck the next day. the way your breathing slowly starts to pick up at a large social gathering—oikawa has you led you to a quieter part of the room in no time.

he's loud and outgoing with others, but he takes special care and quiets himself down when he's aroound you

sugawara koushi

— the way suga loves is the definition of "if he wanted to, he would." this man always knows what to do or say in any given moment. just when you think you've received everything under the sun, suga continues to surprise you.

he always has a bouquet of flowers in his hands whenever he goes to see you because he knows you like to have them by your kitchen window. he brings you your favorite food at work after you tell him how bad your shift is going. he sends you voice messages all the time after you told him that his voice brings you an immense amount of comfort. and he's always quick to reassure you that you're not asking for too much, saying that he is always willing to do anything that puts a smile on your face

#♡ samus onigiri stand #♡ karasuno recs #♡ aoba josai recs #♡ sugawara koshi recs #♡ tsukishima kei recs #♡ oikawa tooru recs

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samus-onigiri-stand · 7 months ago

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“I really like this place,” Yachi says brightly, “the owner is really nice, and he doesn’t mind when I take ten minutes to decide what I want. Once I took twenty minutes and he actually just brought me food, like, decided for me, and at first I thought that was so nice! Then I got worried that maybe I should be upset that he didn’t let me choose, but then I remembered that I could just come here again so I wasn’t missing out on anything. The food was really good, anyway.”

You hover between the cool interior of the restaurant and the summer daylight as she speaks, unwilling to walk away even though she’s holding the door open and probably letting all the cold air out. With a short yelp, she realizes how long the two of you have been standing there and crosses inside. You stand behind her in the line behind the counter, shuffling forward as you read the posted menu.

“I think I’m gonna get the salmon,” you decide. “Hey, so how are things with that girl you’ve been seeing?”

“They’ve been good!” You’re about three people away from the counter, but the first one is line is like, a really huge guy with a booming voice who has been talking forever. Maybe he knows the cashier? “She’s really pretty, and she doesn’t mind or get impatient when I’m anxious. She also gets anxious!”

“That’s great?” You pat her on the shoulder. “I’m really happy for you, Yachi.”

“Me too,” she beams at you. “What about you? Have you met anyone?”

“No,” you snort. “I’m on the apps. So dating is basically a cesspool.” The giant guy who was ordering seems to be done now, but he’s still talking, being slowly dragged away by the elbow by a guy in a cardigan and glasses. You slide your phone out of your pocket and open your dating profile. “See?”

At that moment, your phone pings with a new notification.

Atsumu liked you!

He’s not… bad looking. If you saw him in real life, you’d probably hide behind a bench or something and stalk him with your eyes just so you could look at him as long as you wanted, actually.

He’s your age, a pro volleyball player, his hair dark where it’s been shaved short on the sides but dyed blond up top. He has a kind of sardonic, dead-eyed expression in all of his photos that you think is really funny.

My love language is… arguing in missionary.

You smother a laugh.

“He’s kind of cute!” Yachi peers at your phone. “Kind of scary…”

“Please, I could beat him up,” you laugh. “I don’t know, he’s fine, I guess.”

You swipe left. He’s hot, but definitely a fuckboy. You’ve reached the counter, anyway, and a pro athlete on the apps is like, so many red flags.

You look up at the cashier.

You look down at your phone and click undo. The profile reappears.

You look up at the cashier.

“Fine, you guess?” Scowls Atsumu, 23, (volley)baller. Or maybe not, considering his Onigiri Miya apron. “Welcome to Onigiri Miya, what can I get for ya. Geez.”

He talks in Kansai dialect, you note, which you’ve always thought is melodic. Pretty.

In real life, Atsumu is very pretty. His eyes have midtones of honey and amber that don’t show up on photo and give him a sparkling dimension that sort of detracts from his aura of evil. Even though he’s scowling at you, you want to ruffle his hair and bite his cheek.

“Um, I’ll have the salmon ball,” you say. “And, yeah. I guess.”

He scribbles so hard he breaks the tip of his pencil. With a grunt of disgust, he tosses both notepad and pencil over his shoulder.

“What, pro athlete not good enough for ya?” He points at Yachi, who squeaks. “And for ya?”

“What?” She says, looking terrified. You put a bracing hand on her shoulder.

“Your order,” he drawls.

“Oh! I don’t know.”

“Two salmon balls!” He yells to the back. “‘S on the house.”

“What?” Yachi gasps. “We couldn’t possibly—”

“You’re clearly not a professional athlete,” you say. “You’re a cashier.”

“This is charity work!” He snaps. “My teammate is right over there if ya need proof. I’m Miya Atsumu—this is my brother’s shop. I help him out on my off days.” He emphasizes his family name, underlining it on his apron with a finger.

That’s really sweet. You swoon a little inside, then shake yourself.

“You’re off every time this time this week?”

“Yeah, about,” he turns and bends over to grab his hastily discarded notepad. You do not make a secret of checking out his ass and quirk your lips into a smile when he turns back around, one he matches with reckless abandon. He has nice teeth, not perfectly straight, that imply that maybe he didn’t need braces growing up.

“Let me repay you for the meal,” you put a hand on the counter and lean across it, biting your lip, stomach singing with nerves. “Eight, next week?”

“Nah,” he shrugs you off, gestures for you to move along so he can get to the next customer in line. Your stomach drops, and so must your face. “Too far away. I’ll see ya this Friday for dinner.”

#♡ samus onigiri stand #♡ inarizaki recs #♡ miya atsumu recs #STOP THIS IS SO FJANDNSMSN #I SNORTED WHEN HE FIRST SPOKE NGL #LOVE this #top rec tbh

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samus-onigiri-stand · 7 months ago

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warnings: gn!reader, i’m in love with sakusa kiyoomi.

sakusa kiyoomi who searches the crowd for you every game, always hoping that his eyes will meet yours. and they always do. he’s always able to pick you out from the the other hundreds of people there to watch them play.

sakusa kiyoomi who near begs you to just accept his offer of sitting you in one of the front sections. he can get you any ticket you want in any row of any stadium they play in. as much as he loves searching for you, he’d prefer the comfort of knowing exactly where you are from the start.

“are you whining?” you tease, smiling up at your boyfriend, “you sound a lot like atsumu right now.” “don’t compare me to him.” kiyoomi huffs, resting his chin back on your head. “i just think it’d be nice to find you right away. and you’d be able to watch the game better if you were closer.” “i don’t want special treatment just because we’re dating. besides, don’t you think it’s fun to try and find me in the crowd? it isn’t even a little exciting?” “no.” he immediately answers, because it isn’t to him. nothing is exciting until he sees you. the search is just getting in the way of that. “but i suppose if you enjoy sitting in the most random spots around i can’t stop you.” “you’re right.” you nod, triumphant smile on your face. “if roles were reversed you’d understand. watching you scan the faces of strangers hoping to find mine always makes me feel nice. plus, the look when you finally find me gives me butterflies.” “no way i make a face.” kiyoomi shook his head and stared down at you, “do i really?”

sakusa kiyoomi who is pleasantly surprised to see you in one of the front rows of his next game, and later is shown a video of the exact moment he sees you.

he does, in fact, make a face.

#♡ samus onigiri stand #♡ itachiyama recs #♡ sakusa kiyoomi recs #crying thinking of him lighting up like a puppy when he sees you #if he had a tail it'd be going CRAZY when he finally spots you

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samus-onigiri-stand · 7 months ago

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“baby,” you watch brown eyes blink at notes splayed neatly across your desk turn, blink again, then focus solely on you. “would you love me if i was a worm?”

the expression that appears on kita’s face is one of confusion, and you already have an idea of what (slightly stupefied) query would begin to leave his wondering mind.

“how would you become a worm in the first place, love?” he asks, lips quirking into a line of thought as he assesses your question. “do you need a logical answer or one that stems from fondness?”

“the logical answer first, then the fond one.”

“well..” he sets aside the pen in his hand, shifting in his seat to fully face your curious figure. “i don’t think you would be transformed into a worm with today’s technology or science, so i’m afraid i can’t exactly say anything concrete if i would love, have you been turned into a worm.”

the man’s gaze flickers from your eyes to the minute pout forming on your lips, giving you an adoring smile; his following words shifting to take on a softer, more amused timbre.

“however,” your head perks up, pout immediately replaced by an intrigued part of your lips, “i would love you if i knew it was still you, no matter how you came to be.”

©️ LIYEV 2024 — do not repost/translate/steal/feed my works into ai.

#♡ samus onigiri stand #♡ inarizaki recs #♡ kita shinsuke recs #why am i crying #did my husband say he'd use me as fish bait (jokingly)? yes #need someone who answers like kita 😔🤧🤧

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samus-onigiri-stand · 7 months ago

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Mr Steal Yo Girl (18+ MDNI)

18+ MDNI

» 𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝙄𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙖𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮, 𝙊𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙏𝙤𝙤𝙧𝙪 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨.

» 𝙊𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙏𝙤𝙤𝙧𝙪 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

» 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩, 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜!, 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 18+, 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙚!𝙊𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖, 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙩?, 𝙫𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙭 (𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜), 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡, 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛, 𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩

» 𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 5.4𝙠

» 𝘼/𝙉: 𝙁𝙪𝙣 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙊𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝 𝙞𝙣 𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙠𝙮𝙪𝙪, 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 𝙄𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙎𝙐𝙍𝙋𝙍𝙄𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘼𝙏 𝘼𝙇𝙇. 𝙀𝙉𝙅𝙊𝙔 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝘿𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙔 𝘾𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙁𝙄𝘾! (𝙄 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙄 𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙟𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙙.)

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Your boyfriend hated Oikawa Tooru with all of his being.

You knew it, Oikawa knew it, everyone knows it. Of course it was just him being bitter because Oikawa was and will always be a better setter than he will ever be. Kami (your boyfriend) has never made it to nationals, his team always losing against Aoba Johsai, With every match point ending in him on the ground while Oikawa looked down at him, Flashing him a snobby look down his way.

It always ended with Oikawa having the last laugh, as much as your boyfriend could talk shit, hate, and despise the talented setter, Oikawa always walked away with a smug smile. It fueled anger inside Kami like nobody else knew.

At the end of every single day you always supported your boyfriend, as a good girlfriend should. Even though it would always end in an argument he made sure to tell you that he was grateful for trying to cheer him up. Trying.

After dating for over a year you would think you’d know almost everything about the boy, right? Well, that’s wrong.

Everyday he surprised you with new things, petty comebacks, destructive behavior, and aggressiveness . It only made the relationship more tense between the two of you. You won’t lie to people when being asked if the two of you fought a lot. Because you guys did, a lot.

But you loved him, you stayed because at one point there was a time where he wasn’t like that. You also stayed because you know it was just the competitiveness inside of him taking over, He was never this angry of a person he is now.

It also made you confide in him when he would turn up at your front door with flowers and chocolates, apologizing for his behavior about the argument before. He seemed to be less tense when you would come watch his games, and sometimes it would even end in moments where he would be sweet to you. If he lost though, that was a different story. If he lost you had to get out of his way or it would turn into a screaming match in front of his team, which left the stadium silent, loud echoes of whispers.

It also didn’t help that you went to another school, specifically Aoba Johsai. Not only were you far away from your boyfriend most of the time, you also spent five days out of the week in the same school as his enemy. The one he hated the most.

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“You aren’t friends with him are you?” Kami asks, his anger rising by the second that you could feel it through the screen of your cell phone.

Nervous, your eyes glance at Oikawa, leaning against your locker with a smirk that you wanted to slap off his face. Putting a finger over your lips, you signal for Oikawa to stay quiet, which only makes him want to talk even more, but he holds back, knowing you’d get shit for it.

Kami clears his throat which brings your attention back. “No, babe, stop worrying.” Your voice is bright, trying to convince him as much as possible. Which works, he’s only now talking about how tired he is from practicing with determination to beat Oikawa. You’re pretty sure if you hung up he wouldn’t notice.

And as you two exchange goodbyes, Oikawa is holding up his middle finger to the phone. Rolling your eyes, you finish taking your notebooks out for class, slamming your locker door shut.

“Why are you even with him? He’s a loser.” Oikawa stands tall in front of you, flexing for you to keep his eyes on him. “Oh? You’re one to talk.” A smirk creeps on your lips followed by a chuckle. “Hey! I’m cooler than him! He’s never won ONE game against me. Plus, you love me more.” His voice is condescending, which you can’t help but scoff at.

Not only were you dating Kami, the one who despised Oikawa with everything in him, it also made it difficult to hide the secret that you and Oikawa were actually close friends.

Best friends in fact, ever since grade school. it was something that Kami had still yet to find out, you know how he would react if he knew, so you bit your tongue, keeping it your own little secret.

It would also send Kami into overdrive if he found out that your first crush was none other than Oikawa Tooru himself. Nobody knew that of course, you oathed to ever only keep that secret to yourself. If Oikawa found out, he would never let you live it down.

“That’s debatable.” You start to walk off, heading towards your class when Oikawa catches up to you. “That’s mean!” He pouts, following you to your class like a puppy.

“Why be with him when you have me?” You can’t help but laugh, he’s only joking of course, it’s not like he actually means it. He had so many girls after him, so many girls that worship him just for breathing. Yeah, he was only kidding, had to be.

“You’re stupid.” Brushing his comment off, he sighs loud enough for you to hear. You aren’t taking him seriously, when he wants nothing more than for you to be his. But every flirty comment, every more-than-friendly interaction is always ripped away when you open your mouth with a sarcastic reply.

Most of the time it leaves him very irritated because you should take him seriously, he’s the one that has always been there for you, the one that loved you when you felt like nobody else did. A handful of other times it leaves him with dirty, sinful thoughts. Wanting to fuck that attitude out of you because when you’re flustered with one of his flirty remarks… It’s a sight to behold.

Seeing your eyes shift around, blush spreading on your face, biting your plump lips, all of it drives him wild. It leaves him with his cock rising, having to excuse himself to his car to take some time alone in an empty parking lot.

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Oikawa adored you so much. Not only were you cute, beautiful, and everything above but you had a character like no other. He had other girls go crazy over him for doing the littlest things, giving him love confessions and presents to win over his attention, but the real thing that caught his eye was you.

You weren’t one of those desperate fans. You put him in his place when he was being an asshole, scolded him when he wasn’t taking care of himself alongside Iwa, gave him tough-love when he was being hard on himself. You didn’t treat him like your lord and savior like the rest, and for that he was hooked on you.

His feelings only grew as you both got older, seeing you accomplish the things you’ve always wanted, and supporting him with his own dreams. He was in love with you from a long time ago. You never gave in because you knew it was just his nature, that man could flirt with a tree and it’d work.

But it wasn’t until you got with your current boyfriend that he knew you most likely didn’t return his feelings. You may not have noticed it but he watched you like a hawk. He saw the way Kami would treat you, fight with you, yell at you, make you feel like dirt. And it made him see red.

Everyone knew Kami didn’t like Oikawa, but absolutely no one had a clue that Oikawa loathed him, with so much hatred it could kill.

Because not only was Kami just his opponent, he was also your boyfriend. His precious, sweet, loving Y/n. He was always there when you and your boyfriend would be having problems, but he’d be biting his tongue so hard that it’d almost bleed, because he absolutely hated the way you would cry into his arms and blabber about how shitty he was to you. When he knew for a fact that he, himself, could treat you so much better.

But he is also conflicted.

He can’t escape the thoughts that clouds his mind when he sees a picture of you two together, getting jealous, getting irritated, but also getting extremely turned on.

There have been countless nights where Oikawa stays up, thinking about you, his heart warming up from the thoughts of you, until they turn dirty. Thinking about how hot your mouth would be as he bobs your head up and down, how pretty you would sound screaming his name instead of your own boyfriend’s. It was so good.

And this was one of those nights. One of those nights where his bedroom’s air suffocates him as his cock is flushed red, wanting any sort of release. As his slim fingers run over the tip of his cock, he can’t help but moan at the photo in front of him. He’s so conflicted because you were his precious best friend, someone he held so close to him, and now he’s rubbing one out to a picture on your social media. Talk about filthy.

You may be taken but hell that only makes him want you more, he wants to shove it in Kami’s face that only he fucks you so good. Makes you feel so pretty and full of his cum. He knows it’s wrong to think of you like that, but it’s only because he wants to make you feel so good so you forget about that sad excuse you call your boyfriend.

“Y/n… F-Fuckkk” He’s gnawing on his bottom lip, trying to suppress his moans as the stroking on his cock gets faster, desperate for a finish that he’s been holding back for some time now. And just when he’s so close to letting go, your name appears across his phone with an incoming call.

If he wasn’t so in love with you he would completely ignore it and return to pumping his cock that needed attention so desperately. But reality is his face lights up to see your call, he would spare any time to just hear your voice.

“Hey, cutie.” His tone is flirty, nothing you weren’t already used to. The other side of the phone is silent until he hears small sniffles and hiccups. His heart drops because he knows you got into a fight with your boyfriend, and it broke his heart to see you so upset over that jerk.

“Y/n… What happened?” He already knows, he just doesn’t know how bad the situation was. You take a few seconds to gather words through the cries you let out, heart thumping as you try to keep a steady breath.

“T-That jerk ditched me again! He ditched me to practice when he promised me he’d take me out on a date! He swore T-Tooru! I’m not being dramatic-”

“I didn’t think you were honey.” He cuts you off, brings you back to earth when he lets out a soft voice, truly latching onto every single word that comes out of your mouth. “H-He’s such an asshole! And I know he’s going to end up coming back again, he always comes back and expects me to forgive him!” Oikawa is quiet on the other side of the phone, letting you vent because he knows how much worse you would feel if he turned you away. You needed him and it didn’t matter that he was so close to cumming just a few second ago.

“Forget about him tonight. He was the one that decided to ditch you, and what are you going to do?” He’s scolding you as softly as he can, with these fights occurring frequently he’s managed to get the hang of giving you tough love as well, telling you everything that you would tell him if the roles were reversed.

“What, Tooru.” You answer, cries starting to die down. “I am going to come over, and we are going to do something because if he can live his own life without you, so can you!” Already scrambling around to find his keys, he’s fixing himself up from the events beforehand.

“You don’t have to-”

“I’ll be over in fifteen.” He tells you, no, he insists. You usually didn’t have Oikawa come over often, just in case Kami randomly decided to show up and pay you a surprise visit. But with Oikawa insisting, you couldn’t decline.

He makes sure to clean himself up well before leaving his house, changing his underwear and putting on a thick coat to prepare for the weather outside. He combs over the tracks in his hair before he’s out the door.

And so he’s over within ten minutes, earlier than he had said he would. For now, the tears on your face had faded, and you wait in your room, staring at the ceiling waiting for Oikawa to keep you company.

In no time you hear the front doorbell, you drag your feet on the way to the door, exhausted from the tears that had spilt. “Hurry!” He knows you’re on the other end of the door, taking your time, he’s eager to see you.

“I’m goinggg!” You drag out the last consonant as your hand meets with the cold knob. You’re not surprised when you open the door to see Oikawa wearing a cheeky smile that he always had plastered on his face.

“Hi.” Your voice is low, trying to seem joyful but it barely comes out as a croak. “Hi, I brought you ice cream and we could do anything you want!” You can’t help but smile as your best friend stands in front of you, fog forming on his glasses from the cold outside.

“Anything?” You smirk.

“Oh god-”

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“I can’t believe I’m doing this shit.” You almost drop the bowl of butter popcorn as you jump into the spot next to Oikawa on your couch. “It’s such a good show! You can’t lie!” He’s sighing to himself. How you talked Oikawa into watching pretty little liars with you is beyond him. The two of you have rewatched the show more times than you can count on your fingers.

“Can’t we watch friends instead?” Scooting closer to you, his hand reaches for a popcorn. “No! That’s boring, I want to watch something scary.”

He snorts, “You call a blind girl getting slapped scary?!”

“She’s not even blind, it’s all apart of the plot!” You reply with small crunches of popcorn in between your teeth.

He notices how invested you are in the show, The light from the tv glowing against your face and eyes. He cocks his head towards you, “Are you feeling better?” He tries to make it seem casual, not trying to treat you like a piece of glass.

It makes you turn to look at him, giving a light hearted smile. “I’m okay, I don’t want to think about him tonight.” Which was true, a part of you felt sad, but the other part was damn glad when Oikawa turned up. And as messed up as it is to say, you always have a funner time when you’re with him rather than your boyfriend.

You stay focused on the screen in front of you, small dialogues that get ignored as Tooru scans your face, he tries his best to hide his stares, but he can’t tear his eyes away from how pretty you are. Even when all you do is breathe, it makes his heart flutter.

“Tooru, are you watching?” Without moving your eyes off the screen, it makes him flustered as you’ve noticed him. Though it’s quickly covered up, “I’m just taking in the beauty in front of me.” You don’t need to look at him to know that he’s winking at you, Smirk plastered on his face.

“Weirdo.” Your eyes finally turn to look at him, giving a small chuckle. “For you.” Now that is the one that makes your face red. Tooru always flirted with you, as a joke obviously, but this is one of those times where you really question his intentions.

“You flirt with everything, Tooru. You’re such a whore.” Teasing him you can’t help but let out a loud laugh. You see him holding in a laughter from the corner of your eye. “For you.” And he was being dead serious.

Now you’re more stumped than you already were. You can’t tell if he’s being honest about his feelings. He's been doing it for years but a part of you doesn’t want to believe that he can like you. Well, it’s mostly because you didn’t want to feed into your delusions that he may have returned your feelings when the both of you were younger. You guys were friends, best friends, nothing more. You could only hope.

“Stop messing with my feelings.” You mumble, reaching out to place the bowl on the table in front of you. And as you look back to Tooru, he scoffs.

“Me?! You’re the one who messes with my feelings.” He’s obviously offended, talking with a tone that’s defensive, and you take notice of that.

“What?! How?!” You ask him, genuinely confused. You’ve never flirted with Tooru, never gave him any other idea than you two were just friends, so you were at a loss trying to piece it together.

“Y/n.” His voice is stern, giving you a look. You had to be fucking with him right now, because there’s no way you are that oblivious right?

Raising your shoulders, you still can’t pinpoint what he’s trying to get at.

“Y/n, there’s no way you are that dumb.” He’s glaring at you.

“You’re getting worked up over something that I have no idea about.” Trying to lighten up the mood, you let out a forced laugh.

The look in his eyes are dark, he’s watching into your eyes to see if you’re being serious. And with your dumbfounded look, he knows you have absolutely no idea.

“Y/n, I’ve liked you for so long. I’ve liked you for years.”

That’s when your jaw drops, ringing in your ears as his words replay in your head. All this time he’s liked you, made it so obvious, and because you were in denial you dogged all of his signals and advantages.

You stare at him with wide eyes, not sure how to respond. You want to kick yourself for pushing him away everytime, and the moment he confesses you’re with someone.

“I’ve liked you too, Tooru. B-But I had no idea-”

“That’s all I need to hear.” He cuts your sentence off.

“What-” Before you could get words out, his lips collide with yours. It’s forceful, it’s passionate, but most importantly it’s desperate. He’s clinging onto you so hard, not wanting you to pull back because he thinks maybe this is the chance where you could see that he was the better man for you.

And how could you disconnect from him when his lips fit right into yours, he’s sucking onto your lips frantically, and all you do is melt into the kiss, melt into the spell he’s got you under. His tongue sneaks its way inside your mouth, tangling with yours and he swears he sees stars. He never imagined kissing you would feel this good, and if this felt good, he couldn’t imagine how amazing you would feel on the inside.

The dream of his is ripped away when you're pulling away once again, chest heaving as your eyes lock with his. He’s left there with a small frown, lips moist from the contact.

“Tooru- I can’t.”

“But why?” He knows why, You know why, but he can only dream.

“You know why, Tooru. Otherwise… I would.” His eyes light up when he hears the last part of your sentence, because that’s all he needed to hear.

“So do it. I’ll make you forget about him, just like you want” You’re appalled at his words, His lips ghost over yours waiting for you to give him permission.

You’re reluctant. All this time you had been stuck with someone who made you cry and yell constantly and yet the person who truly loved you was right in front of you. It’s not like you didn’t want to give into Oikawa, because you would in a second. It’s only the fact that you were dating Kami, you were afraid of him finding out. But Oikawa looks so delicious as you see him lick his lips, waiting impatiently.

“I’ll take care of you way better than he ever did.” Within a second you’re on him. Lips crashing forcefully that it leaves Tooru’s back hitting the back of the sofa, he wastes no time kissing you back. Tongue kisses that leave your mouth hot, hands roaming that it burns your flesh.

The only sounds that fill your living room are breathless moans, and kissing noises as you two taste each other. Once he regains his balance, he’s pushing against you, making your back hit the soft cushion beneath you. One by one the clothing on your body ends up on the floor, leaving your bra and panties on, while he’s full clothed.

You breathlessly moan into Tooru’s mouth as his fingers slightly hover your heat where there is a small puddle forming onto your panties. He was taking care of you so well, leaving praises into your mouth as he gently explored your body with his hands and mouth.

He leaves a trail of kisses down your neck, to your stomach, down to the waistband of your panties, until he breathes against your clothed cunt. “This is mine for tonight” Gently placing a kiss over the cloth, his tongue peaking out to lick the fabric. You let out a gasp, shivering at the contact. “Stop.” You whine, which only makes his pants tighter than they were before.

“S-Stop teasing me.” You beg, shifting your legs together to get any kind of friction. With a chuckle that vibrates against you, his finger tug under your panties, placing it to the side to reveal the cunt he’s been wanting to fuck for years. “You’re always bossing me around, I’m the boss for tonight so I’ll do what I want.” His eyes lock with yours as you watch his tongue lick your folds, dragging it painfully slow up to your clit. A mewl comes out of your mouth as you watch him, captivated by how pretty he looks eating you out.

“Who knew my best friend tasted so sweet.” You could feel the smirk against you, his speed getting faster and feeling him flatten his tongue against your sweet spot that makes you slap a hand over your mouth to suppress the sweet moans you let out.

“Let’s hear you say my name, princess. Focus on me.” Eyes closed as he licks at your cunt, drinking you so good that your hand is useless, breathless moans that make you arch your back and throw your head down. It was almost as if he was born to do this, drink up your juices perfectly, it makes you grind against his face, rewarded with a deep groan from his lips.

“If I had known this is how good you taste, I would’ve done this earlier.” His tongue slides down aggressively, entering your hole that has been fluttering against nothing for the past few minutes. It makes your mind hazy, it makes your nipples peek through the thin bra. And with one of his hands sliding under to cup it, giving it a small squeeze, makes you come undone as his tongue enters your pussy over and over. It’s a contest when your cries get louder as your juices get lapped up by his tongue and he’s groaning down there himself.

As you try to calm your body down from your high, you’re gripping onto his hair as if your life had depended on it. “I bet he’s never done that before.” Tooru places one kiss on your inner thigh before lifting himself up. “Has he?” He waits for your response, hand going up and down on your thigh.

“N-No, Tooru.” Panting relentlessly, you remember that Kami has never been this good with you. Tooru was everything you needed, super gentle but putting enough force that it made you crazy.

“Oh, So I win at that too.” With a laugh, he rips his shirt off of his body, and as your eyes roam down you let out a small whimper as you see that he is jacked. You knew he took care of his body well but when you look at it in this light, with sweat particles slowly dripping down his abs, drives you wild. “M-More.” You feel ashamed and embarrassed as you beg for him to give you the best part of him.

He smirks, “Of course, princess.” You’re not sure what he’s planning next as he sits next to you, legs open on the couch. It’s then he’s patting on his thigh, signaling for you to sit on top of him. You slowly bring your body up, tired from your sensitive cunt that had just been tongue-fucked by your best friend. After throwing your panties off of you, you’re straddling him. He forcefully grabs the back of your neck pushing your lips together. This kiss was no longer gentle, this was a kiss that was daring. And as you let him explore your mouth, you hear the zipper under you, a cold slap to your stomach that makes you pull away to look at what has been released.

“Do whatever you’d like, princess, Do whatever you gotta do to forget about him.” Your mouth is agape as you look at the cock in front of you. Who knew your best friend was packing this long of a cock. It wasn’t girthy enough to hurt you but you knew it was long enough to bruise your cervix as soon as it was inside you. Focused on the prettiest cock in front of you, you purse your lips, a drip of saliva going down to coat the top of his dick that had already been leaking precum since you called him, though you didn’t know that.

He watches, mouth agape as the saliva drips down to his base, “You’re so hot, what the fuck-” If this wasn’t your first time with him he would be fucking you into the sofa, painting your insides white, but since it is, he’s being as gentle as he could because he wants you to feel the love inside him.

You give out a soft laugh as you position your dripping cunt over his coated dick, afraid of the stretch you’ll feel. He then lifts his hips off the sofa, the tip sinking into your cunt that makes you let out a broken moan. “T-Tooru, ohh fuck!” You sink all the way down, your thighs rubbing against the hairs on his base. “Yeah- say my name just like that-” His throat feels dry as he tries his best to control himself from thrusting up into you. Kami never felt this good, If you were being honest Kami was nowhere near as amazing, as big as Tooru was, which had only made your cunt spasm against him as you thought about how much better your best friend was, at everything.

He opens his mouth to talk but it gets caught in his throat as you slide yourself up and down so perfectly on his cock, letting out a deep groan that makes him throw his head back. Your hands dig into his shoulders as you feel yourself tightening on his cock the more you ride him. “You can do better than that can you?” He’s panting relentlessly, hands gripping your ass so tightly, trying to hold back from nutting so fast.

Him second guessing you only makes your speed increase, rocking your hips to increase the pleasure that overcomes the both of you. “Shit, you’re so good.” His eyes close, enjoying the sensation that you give him. You’re letting out words of your own, a mix of curses and “Tooru” as you rock your hips against him. The speed slowly dies down as your thighs shake against his, aching from the repetitive action.

Suddenly he’s pulling you into his body, arms wrapped tightly around your torso. He’s thrusting up into you ruining your rhythm. Thrusting up into you so hard you can’t hold back the screams that echo throughout the house. “I bet- shit- I bet you forgot his name already.” And he was right, you had forgotten who he was talking about, the only thing you could focus on was how good the tip of his cock hit your gummy spot repeatedly, never giving it a break.

“Tooru! M’gonna fucking cum-” You start to see stars as he keeps entering you, speed so quick you don’t get a chance to take a breath. “Do it, Mami.” He’s letting out moans of his own, can’t even keep up with his own breathing because all he can focus on is making you cream all over him, repeating his name over and over, just like he wanted.

With his approval, you’re shaking on him, crying with tears that sting your cheeks as you chant the only name you know. You can hear the sloshes of the juices under you, thighs getting soaked as you bump your head against his. “O-Ohh- fuck-” You’re twitching against him, having trouble to regain consciousness because he’s still fucking into you, eyes plastered onto your fucked out face.

“Y-You’re gonna make me cum, b-baby.” You can feel his cock twitch inside you, still kissing your sweet spot with every thrust. Mewls and whimpers fill his ears as his thrusts get sloppy. “F-Fuck-” Cursing to himself, he rips you off his cock, making you whine from the emptiness you feel in your cunt.

“Let me cum on your beautiful face, princess.” He’s quickly lifting himself off your couch, standing in front of you as you’re still kneeled onto the couch. You’re too tired to protest but take his cock into your mouth that has saliva built up from the events before. He’s slowly pushing his cock deeper into your throat, whimpering on his own as he feels your tongue circle the tip of his dick.

“I-I’m so in love with you, holyshit.” Head thrown back, he’s gripping tightly onto your hair as you're bobbing your head on his cock, nose hitting his pubic hairs everytime you go down. Just then you hollow your cheeks, tears coming back the deeper he hits the back of your throat. “Shitshitshit-shit!” You can’t help but moan against him from hearing the dirtiest sounds come out of your best friend's mouth.

The vibration and the sensation of your mouth causes his cock to twitch hitting the roof of your mouth, letting out a low gag against him. You yelp as he takes his cock out of your wet mouth, as much as he would love to paint your throat, he’s going to paint your face. Just then you see the white, watery substance coat your flushed cheeks and swollen lips, some landing on your tongue as you hold your mouth open. You look up at him to see his chest heaving, groaning as he watches himself cum all over your pretty face. You can’t help but moan-

The door opens.

“What the fuck.” You hear Kami’s voice, full of rage and confusion.

You don’t seem to care, making sure to catch all the cum that lands on your face and on your tongue. Tooru looks at him, with a condescending smile.

“Would you look at that? Looks like she’s all mine now.” Tooru’s voice is menacing.

Just then Tooru can’t help but feel extremely satisfied, because not only did he beat Kami at everything else, but he also stole his girlfriend right in front of his eyes.

#♡ samus onigiri stand #♡ aoba josai recs #♡ oikawa tooru recs #now listen i dont normally read cheating fics.....#but god DAMN #oikawa does smth right with it #standing ovation #smut

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samus-onigiri-stand · 7 months ago

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okok hear me out but Akaashi dating reader and she has a spit kink 👉🏻👈🏻 you don't have to write anything about it but i would love to hear about it from you! (i love your works sm 💗)

…i think you’ve just woken something inside me, anon 🫠

Intimate | 18+

Warnings/Tags: nsfw, afab/female!reader, praise kink, jealous!reader, dom!Akaashi, raw sex, multiple orgasms, slight dumbification, squirting, pussy slapping, petnames, little bit of choking, overstimulation, creampie, spit kink ♡ SET IN A TIMELINE WHERE ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED-UP AND OVER 18

Pairing: Akaashi Keiji x Female Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

You’re not a jealous person, you swear.

Your relationship with Akaashi is the most secure relationship you’ve ever been in—not once has he ever given you a reason to doubt him.

To not trust him.

He’s shown you nothing but respect, kindness—god, so much love and patience—ever since you two started dating.

But—

Your jaw ticks as you watch a random girl get a little too close to him—watching how she laughs a little too much and looks at him with stars in her eyes.

You can’t blame her, though—you look at him the same way—he’s good-looking and deserves to be appreciated for that.

But that doesn’t mean it still doesn’t get to you whenever you see other people do it.

Especially this particular girl who seems to refuse to leave his side ever since you two arrived at Kuroo’s house party.

Because apparently—she’s close with Bokuto.

Which means she knows Akaashi.

But you barely hear Akaashi talk about her so it’s either he doesn’t see her as close as she thinks they are—

Or he’s hiding something from you.

But that would be ridiculous—it’s Akaashi.

He wouldn’t.

Right?

You take a sip from your drink, then you turn to the person who’s currently talking to you—you think her name is Yachi—and you give her a slightly apologetic look as you walk away and straight towards him.

And the girl that’s seemingly too giddy with whatever Akaashi is saying.

It’s why you come up to his side with a small smile at the other girl, your arms around his waist, and Akaashi stops mid-sentence to look at you with a slightly concerned look—his one eyebrow raised as he asks in a soft murmur, “You okay?”

You hum, a small smile threatens to pull at your mouth as he wraps one arm around you, holding you closer, and you nod. “Just tired.”

He gives your waist a small squeeze, his voice a soft rumble against you. “Wanna go home then?”

You blink up at him, then you quickly glance at the girl that was talking to him—and you feel a slight bud of satisfaction in your chest when you notice how annoyed she looks—and you nod, blinking up at him all sweetly. “Please?”

You end up in the passenger seat of his car a few moments later—looking out the window—as he drives you two home.

It’s quiet—comfortably so—as you watch light posts and buildings until—

“Are you going to tell me what that was all about?”

You hear him ask that, his voice calm and quiet, and your eyes widen with surprise as your heart flips.

You blink, turning to look at him—his eyes remaining on the road ahead—and you frown. “What?”

“Suddenly wanting to go home and hugging me like that,” Akaashi then turns his head a little to give you a look like he knows something. “What was that about?”

Oh.

Was it that obvious how you felt?

You blink.

Silent.

Then you swallow hard, playing dumb as you look away, murmuring, “…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

But then you hear him let loose a low, caustic laugh—as if he doesn’t believe you—and you feel his hand, heavy and large on your thigh, with the heat seeping through your pants and skin, as he gives it a small squeeze. “Alright.”

It’s how you end up with your face stuffed into a pillow, back arched, and ass out the moment you two arrive back home—

“Oh fuck—”

And you’re cumming around a thick cock with your moan getting muffled into the cushion.

“Look how well you take me,” His voice comes out a low drawl, sounding so nonchalant as if he isn’t fucking you deep into your cunt with a harsh grip around your waist—holding you in place as Akaashi makes you take all of him with your orgasm throbbing through you.

Your mind goes numb, and you whine when he drags his dick against your G-spot, overstimulating you.

“Keiji—fuck—please—”

But then he pulls out—leaving you empty and pulsing around nothing—causing a trickle of your juice to leak out, and you let out a sudden cry when Akaashi leaves a harsh slap against your wet pussy with his hand.

“Turn around.”

Fuck.

You listen almost immediately—moving to lay on your back, breathing heavily, and Akaashi smiles down at you from the bridge of his nose, admiring you for just a moment—

Then he’s hooking your legs over his shoulder—and your eyes grow wide when you feel the head of his cock slide over your drooling pussy, bumping your clit that has your head going dizzy, and then—

“Do you think she’d be able to take me as well as you do?”

Then he starts to ask that—in that taunting, calm voice of his—and your cheeks grow hot at the mere mention of that girl, jealousy pricking the edges of your vision and—

You whimper when he pushes his cock back inside you, filling you and making you feel so full as he rolls his hips against yours, building that sweet buzzing ache in your pussy again.

Akaashi watches the way your cunt swallows him so perfectly—his girth opening you up as you cream all over him—and he wets his lips, his smirk turning lecherous. “You think she’d look this pretty around my cock too, baby?”

He’s not blind.

He can pick up on the small signs of jealousy from you with just a small look, word—even the way you act.

He’s observant—and he clearly didn’t miss the way you were eyeing that girl from earlier.

You suck in a large breath, feeling him in your damn throat as he fucks you languidly, and your voice is breathy when you bite out a response. “Why don’t you go and find out for yourself then.”

Akaashi leans down and god—you sob out a moan when he nearly bends you in half, shoving his dick so deep into you that your entire body goes limp.

You’re practically shaking as his lips hover over yours, and his eyes—all half-lidded as he observes you—grow alight with something darker and amused as he hums lowly. “I don’t think I will.”

He pulls out, the tip of his dick catching your hole, then he immediately thrusts back in with one, harsh slap of his skin against yours—making you gasp as your juices gush out. “Nobody else can get messy like you do, baby.”

His smirk comes slow and syrupy, his hooded eyes observing you—how your eyes are glossy with tears threatening to spill out—and he goes to pull on your lower lip with his mouth, kissing you so achingly soft despite the harsh fucking. “Nobody else feels this tight around me.”

You moan against him, your arms numbly wrapping around his neck as you take his cock pushing in and out of you—your pussy swallowing him whole like it needs his dick in there.

It’s so fucking needy that even when you feel him digging into your lungs with his cock—you still want more of him, that swelling ache in your clit just begging for it.

And god—he gives it to you.

He fucks you with one hand coming to thumb your sensitive clit—rubbing it in slow circles with your juices coating it until you’re clenching around his cock, squeezing him and throbbing as you cum for a second time.

“Shit,” Akaashi groans, driving into you as his head gets foggy with lust, and heat overwhelms him as you make a mess on you both—clear liquid squirting out of your poor little pussy with every rock of his hips, and tears finally spill down your cheeks with oversensitivity.

“Don’t cry, angel,” Akaashi soothes you, his voice throaty and heavy, and his hand that was on your clit comes up to wipe your tears—spreading your fluids all over your face and getting you dirty as he calmly shushes you. “You asked for this.”

You know.

You just didn’t anticipate how intense Akaashi will be to make sure you know that you were being irrational for feeling jealous—to fuck you until you felt all loose and dumb from his dick that you can’t do or say anything but whimper and cry for him.

God—

You suck in small, gasping breaths as he slides his hand down until he’s rolling his thumb over your bottom lip, and—

And then his pupils grow wide and dark, there’s a small tick at the side of his lips that looks carnal, and your heart leaps into your throat as he forces your mouth open as he presses down onto your lip—your heart thundering in your ears as you watch with shiny eyes, unsure what he plans to do until—

Until he also opens his mouth as well, and your mind grows heady with submission with your tongue out for him, your pussy clenching him so fucking tight as he lets a small, pearly glob of his saliva string down onto your tongue.

And fuck—he lets out a low groan of approval, making your chest swell at how satisfied he looks as you please him.

“Swallow.” His voice is so deceptively soft.

But you listen and swallow.

With no hesitation.

And it should feel gross with him spitting in your mouth like that—making you feel like some whore under him—

But instead—it does things to you.

It makes things so much more fucking intimate.

You keep eye contact with him as your throat bobs with an obedient swallow, your body moving with every thrust of him inside you, and Akaashi can’t help but lean down to kiss you so deeply that you shudder against him—

“Such a good girl for me—shit,” His hand comes to the front of your neck, his calloused fingers wrapping around it and giving it a little squeeze, making you moan as you sloppily kiss him back, your vision growing blurry.

Then he leans back, hand still on your throat, and his chest rise and falls as he continues to fuck your abused pussy, your fluids making a mess, and he turns his head to brush his lips against your calf.

“I want you to cum on my cock again, love, you do it so well for me.”

Then he brings his other hand to press on your lower stomach, making you keen with a wet moan—and you feel so fucked out and dumb in the head as another orgasm steadily pulses through you.

“And say my name when you do, love,” Akaashi breathes out lowly, his dick in your guts as he pushes his hand down a little more, “Because nobody else gets to do that except you.”

More clear liquid gushes out of you, spraying and squirting all over him as your legs shake with another orgasm for that night—his name on your tongue, making his head spin as he fucks you through it.

And then he’s spurting out thick loads of his hot cum into your sore pussy, shoving it further into you with every push of his cock inside your walls—making sure you know that only you get to be marked like this by him.

end.

Masterpost

#♡ samus onigiri stand #♡ fukurodani recs #♡ akaashi keiji recs #in an akaashi mood rn 😋#idk why but it always shocks me that he's 183 #like wdym he isnt 176?#he has 176 energy idk #smut

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samus-onigiri-stand · 7 months ago

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"How Ironic"

Tsukkishima Kei x Fem!reader

| haters to lovers | Soulmate au | Third-year of high school

Synopsis: You move to your new home and coincidentally, you find out that your soulmate was actually your most hated person on the internet.

Word count: 1715

A world of wonders where everyone is tied to fate; destined for only one person. Being born without the ability to see colors was unfortunate but it was only temporary because once you meet your destined soulmate, you will finally be able to indulge in the vibrant and pleasantful colors; be it the color of mother nature, the color of the fascinating clear blue sky, or maybe the color of the bright pink tulips radiating from gardens to gardens.

Growing up, all you saw were nothing but the never ending shades of gray. You didn't want to admit it but sometimes, you couldn't help but feel envious of those around you who had already met their soulmate. Your parents always re-assured you that there will definitely be someone out there for you. “Good things come to those who wait” were your mothers words that had been imprinted in your head— and somehow, it gave you a sense of comfort. They say that your soulmate is your other half, your partner for life, someone who will accept you for who you are and will take care of you and love you wholeheartedly. But the irony never ceases to toy with fate.

You had just finished packing up your stuff, getting ready to move for your new home. You wiped your sweat and slumped yourself on the bed; you were immediately greeted by the sharp back pain caused by the constant slouching and carrying of boxes after boxes. You opened your phone and scrolled through social media; liking and reposting whatever content that piqued your interest. You stumble upon a post, asking for dinosaur facts and with your ego at the moment— you decide to leave a comment.

|| [name]: Dyk that there are roughly 600 known species of extinct dinosaurs.

Just now. Likes: 0 dislikes: 0

You smirk at yourself, thinking that you were knowledgeable and smart. You didn't really think much of it before closing your phone and went outside your room to find some snacks. It all really did start with dinosaurs.

***

After a long day from practice Tsukki decided to take a quick bath to relax his nerves. They lost today's practice match. Normally, he wouldn't even bother worrying about things like these since it was a waste of time. Afterall, it was just a practice match. But he couldn't help but feel restless about it since he barely even managed to block a single spike. Followed by his teammates' idiocy, and also the continuous girls flocking him from time to time claiming to be his anonymous soulmate. it only made him more pissed off. All he wanted at the moment was to lie down on his bed and chill on his phone but I guess it wasn't the end of his suffering just yet.

He stumbles upon a post, asking for dinosaur facts and hee decides to check the comments out of curiosity and oh boy, it only riled him up more. The more comments he read, the more stupid he felt. Most of the comments were incorrect and he genuinely felt irritated.

“|| [name]: Dyk that there are roughly 600 known species of extinct dinosaurs. “

6 hours ago. Likes: 4 Dislikes: 2

And then he snapped. He wanted to take out his anger somehow which led to him replying without thinking.

|| [name]: Dyk that there are roughly 600 known species of extinct dinosaurs.

6 hours ago. Likes: 4 Dislikes: 2

|| [Kei]: are you stupid? Accurately speaking, there are roughly 700 species. seriously everyone in this comment section are a bunch of idiots. Know your facts.

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And in a matter of minutes, the [name] user replied to him.

|| [name]: Dyk that there are roughly 600 known species of extinct dinosaurs.

6 hours ago. Likes: 4 Dislikes: 2

|| [Kei]: Are you stupid? Accurately speaking, the actual number of species is 700. seriously, everyone in this comment section are a bunch of idiots. Know your facts.

3 minutes ago. Likes: 0 Dislikes: 1

|| [name]: wow no need to be so rude. What the fuck is wrong with you.

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You grit your teeth from irritation. ‘Can he at least be a little nicer!? Plus it was just a 100 difference!’ you thought to yourself.

And ever since then, you and this [kei] user would coincidentally see each other's comments in other posts. Every Time he saw a comment of yours, he wouldn't waste a second and would immediately reply to it with mean remarks. Hell, there was even a time where you spam reported him which got his acc deleted. But shortly after, he made a new account and did the same to yours. You both hated each other to the point that when you heard his username; your blood started to boil. And it has been going on for almost 2 weeks now. The never ending insults and trash talking just kept coming.

And finally the day of your arrival in your new home, new town, new people. Followed by your first day of school as a 3rd year transferee student only made your nerves more uneasy. But luckily, your cousin that lived nearby your new home and also attending the same school as you was more than welcome to accompany you and show you around. She was always talking about her soulmate, telling you about how sweet and passionate he was bla bla bla. All of her pep talk led you to think about your soulmate once again. Your mind had been so occupied by that jerk from the internet that you forgot about your lovelife.

‘I would rather die than have someone like him as my soulmate’ you thought to yourself.

“Let's go to the cafeteria! Im kinda starvin” your cousin invited you while already dragging your arms outside your classroom before you could even reply; all you could do was sigh and follow her.

There were alot of people but it was tolerable. Everyone was minding their own business, laughing and gossiping with friends. Just your normal school cafeteria but there was a group that caught your attention. A group of boys across the room, one of them was a bit shorter than the rest. It seemed like he was a loud type of person, seeing how he never stopped opening his mouth. Then next to him is a guy who was about 6 ft tall and wears a pair of glasses and he was looking at the shorter guy with annoyance. You couldn't help but stare at him. It was as if something was pulling you towards him. Then suddenly, he looked at you which made you lock eyes with him.

And all of the sudden, colors started pouring into your vision; it was as if time had stopped. The tables, foods, and walls that you had once only seen as shades of gray were now ones that had a sense of personality in them now that it was filled in with hue’s. It felt surreal and your heartbeat was beating faster and faster. Your eyes were widened from shock. Finally, you met your soulmate. But the magical moment had to be interrupted when you felt a tug on your sleeves which snapped you back from your thoughts.

“Heyyyy!! Lets goooo my boyfriend is calling me” your cousin started dragging you away again till you guys were outside the cafeteria where there weren't many people

“W-wait… my soulmate is back there…”you stuttered. Your cousin’s ears immediately perked up at the word soulmate.

“OMG WHATTT WHE-” she was cut off by her phone ringing which made her eyes widen a bit.

“Ah! OKAYY ILL CATCH UP WITH YOU LATERR GO MEET YOUR SOULMATEE” She said before clumsily running off the halls in a hurry.

You sighed and before you could turn around, someone called you out from behind.

“Hey..”

You turned to see the guy from earlier. The tall one with glasses. You couldn't really tell what his haircolor was called since after all, you just started seeing colors. You didn't know which one it was.

“H-hey..” you replied. Now that you thought of it, he kinda looked mean. He was looking at you with his eyebrows all scrunched up which wasn't a good sign at all.

“My name is Tsukishima Kei, 3rd year from class 3-4” he said while avoiding eye contact. The name “kei” immediately pissed you off. ‘There’s no way’ you thought to yourself.

“My name is [Full Name], 3rd year transferee student from class 3-3” you forced yourself to smile; still not over the fact that he had the same name as that guy from the internet. It was a bit awkward but you both came to exchange phone numbers.

“Do you have twitter? Or any other social media’s” you asked him and he simply nodded before showing his account. Your eyes immediately widened, the horrified expression in your face was clearly visible.

“Hey what's with the weird fa-”

“OH MY GOD IT'S YOU. YOU'RE THAT MEAN ANNOYING GUY THAT I'VE BEEN INTERACTING WITH ONLINE!”

“What..?” The bewildered look on his face was priceless when you showed him your account. Ever since you heard his name, you had an assumption that he was that [kei] guy online but you denied it since it was too much of a coincidence. But at the end of the day, fate always had its way.

“YOU WERE THE GUY THAT ALSO HAD MY ACCOUNT DELETED FROM YOUR SPAM REPORTS!” You yelled at him.

“HEY YOU WERE THE ONE WHO DID IT FIRST!” He yelled back but not too loud in case his teammates would hear him.

“WELL YOU WERE BEING SUCH AN ASSHOLE ANYWAYS AND YOU DESERVED IT” you snarled at him, your eyebrows furrowed as you gritted your teeth.

You both stayed silent; your unsteady breathing being loud enough for the both of you to hear. He couldn't stand it and just sighed.

“This will definitely not work out…”

Oh the taste of irony. How interesting. ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊

a/n: couldve made smau with this but i was too lazy to do so. but anyways, hope yall enjoyed this oneee<333

#♡ samus onigiri stand #♡ karasuno recs #♡ tsukishima kei recs #smth smth enemies to lovers with kei 🤩🤩🤩#just like him and vball 🤭

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