#Does it almost feel like you've been here before || Suna

[forusomimiya]

This is a more detailed "continuation" of this post ➡️ "PART ONE" So before you read this, read part one to find out how you got here 🤭

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"What a bad girl... after riding my cock and cumming twice she's still waiting impatiently for her second prize.... Come here and use my mouth, bunny" he slides on the bed half lying down while waiting to have you in his mouth.

Damn it. You hadn't even gotten to where he was and already you felt your insides churning again at his words, and your pussy throbbing at the thought of what was to come.

"Rin, don't know if I can hold on for long… 'm still sensitive… "

"It's all right, bunny. Just come and sit here and let me do the rest". You obey and sit as close as you can to his mouth, holding onto your own thighs.

With one look he could have you on your knees in front of him. You didn't know what it was, but there was something about him that made something in you light up. You didn't know if it was the provocative intentions with which he was watching you, or the fact that he knew that with any gesture he could have you eating out of his hand.

Damn you Rintaro Suna.

You slowly move down to his tongue, and even though you are sensitive to the touch, you finally rest on it, familiarising yourself with its warmth.

"Shit Rin… need to move". The bastard looks at you and smiles, approving of your decision.

"It's all yours, use it as you wish".

You start from front to back slowly, enjoying every bit of insensibility that turns into pleasurable pain. Then you stop at his tip and use it to aim directly at your clit until you are completely on the verge of cumming, where you speed up your movements again and use his whole tongue again, making him lick you until he almost reaches your knot. His deep voice, instructing you to move faster, brings you even closer to where you want to be.

"Rintaro… damn I'm so fucking close… so fucking close… just a little more…". The grip on your ass tightens as you moan louder and louder, cursing with each time you feel like you're going to cum. You concentrate on holding on a little longer, on appreciating every movement to the fullest, on his moans, on his gaze, on the way he frowns when he tastes you, and above all, on waiting for an order.

And as if your mind he had read, Suna turns away to speak and with just six words finishes you off.

"Cum in my fuckin' mouth, bunny". All your concentration to avoid cumming slips away when he opens his fucking mouth, and oh, fuck, you can't help what you've been wanting for so long.

"Mmm Riiinn… fuck me, m cumming! I-I'm fucking cumming…" you keep an eye on his tongue, which has now started to wiggle to collect the flow gushing out of you and swallow it before offering you his tongue again.

"Holy shit, you taste so fucking divine…". But you know when it won't shut up, you can never stop.

"Nnngh you bastard… cumming again - fuck… ah-again Rin!"

And like any vicious circle, Suna drinks you and consume you over and over again, because that's what she does best, and you - fucking - know it.

[lycheesuwa]

Part 6: Selfish

Listen to: Cruel Love (Taylor Swift: LOVER album), Daylight

Osamu x Reader x Suna [Fluff/ Angst] (ANGST, drinking, fluff)

Summary: A final goodbye to the city that's hurt your heart for the past two years (1745 words)

Ft. Watanabe siblings, Kita Shinsuke

link to part 5 | link to part 7

Natsuki starts her move back to Hyōgo immediately, and surprisingly, you decide to move with her. Your job offers enough remote work that you can do that while you search for something in Hyōgo. The Shizuoka apartment is almost entirely packed up when Natsuki proposes that you guys go to a bar on a Sunday with her brother to celebrate leaving the city. Tenji says some of the guys from EJP might join as well, and knowing that Suna will be there, you scramble to find the cutest outfit you can from what's accessible from your closet and suitcases. 

You drink and Suna finds his way to your side, his hand on your hip as you lean into him and talk with him and his teammates.

“What's got Tenji’s little sister out tonight?” Komori asks at your end of the bar where you’re sitting with him and Suna.

“We're leaving for Hyōgo!” you exclaim. 

You feel Suna’s hand tighten on your waist. “What?” he asks. 

“Yeah, we’re moving because she’s in love—” you hiccup through a sip of your martini. “She's in love with Kita-san.”

Against your side, Suna’s fingers are digging into your flesh as he holds you tighter.

“Suna?” you ask, pushing his hand away. “You're kind of hurting me.”

Suna’s eyes narrow further and his brows pinch together, but he takes his hand away from you. “You're moving?”

“Natsuki wants to go home to Hyōgo,” you say. “And there's nothing I can't do here that I won't have there.”

“What about me?” Suna asks. “I'm here. You… You want to leave me?”

“You are here…” You say slowly, looking from him to Komori. 

“When do you move?” Suna presses.

“Um, next weekend,” you said softly. In four days, actually, but that's close enough. “The end of the month.”

Komori excuses himself to go to the bathroom, reading the tension between you and Suna. 

Suna’s fingers rake through his hair. “First her and now you? I really am unlucky.”

You feel something in your gut. “First her, and now you.” As if you haven't had to compete with her for any gram of Suna’s attention for all of your life, and now that you're making a selfless decision to move for your friend, he somehow makes it about you and him again. “You're selfish,” you say suddenly. “You're really selfish, Suna-san.”

Suna’s eyebrows lift as you snap at him. “Huh?”

“You only care about yourself and… I don't know— you've been using me for- for whatever this is that we are: friends with benefits, or whatever for the past… god, I don't even know, two years? Maybe that spring we made out it was just practice for her but— fuck, you've been leading me on for so long!” you burst out. “I loved you Suna, I seriously, honestly loved you and you don't— you can only think about her!”

You've never seen Suna’s eyes this wide before. “(Y/n)? Are you okay?” He waves his hand in your face. “We agreed to be friends with benefits, I thought?”

“We did but god, it fucking killed me every time you’d leave and then after that party in May you just— you tried to pretend I was her when you fucked me and— and now that I want to do something for my friend and maybe for myself you're here to stop me? I know you're here— god I fucking know you're here! You come sleep in my apartment because it's convenient and we used to be friends when we were eight, but I'm tired of this.”

“Wha— how does that make me selfish? You could have said no! You could have disagreed to be friends with benefits,” Suna snaps back. “Don't turn this on me, (Y/n), you're equally at fault here.”

“God, you're so full of yourself. I seriously loved you, but did you even like me?” you ask.

He pauses and you watch as his Adam's apple bobs. He can't answer because you know he never did.

“That's what I thought,” you say. And it's so unfair how his eyes glow a deep, beautiful, emerald green in the dim bar lighting and the soft glow illuminates his head like some sort of cursed angel. But this is Suna Rintarou, the man who's caused your heart pain for being the second option for the past fourteen years, since you were eight years old. And his form is beginning to blur as your eyes start filling with tears. You blink twice to try and catch them before they can spill, but the second time one tear has built up too much and splashes over the corner of your eye and down your cheek.

Komori returns with Natsuki and she pulls you away from Suna as you take the first shaky breath and then sobs wrack your body. Whispered shushes and hands on your arms to guide you to the car, and Tenji’s low voice as he starts the engine to drive you back to the apartment you called home for the past two years. 

After sobbing in the backseat of Tenji’s car on the way home Natsuki doesn't force you to sleep in your own bed, assuming correctly that you feel haunted by the fact Suna shared the room with you far too often. You curl up into her side, thankful for your best friend.

The last thing you see when you close the door to your room is the dark blue accent wall. The one you thought was gorgeous and reminded you of the night sky and you’d desperately wanted to paint a shooting star at the top corner but had to settle for those glow-in-the-dark plastic stars taped on instead. You leave them there, because you’re done wishing for stars in the night, and would rather the sun erase the midnight blue in your life.

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Four days later you're driving with Tenji and Natsuki, her music blaring in the moving van, as you make the four hour drive to Hyōgo. The apartment you and Natsuki are renting resides across the street from your absolute favorite restaurant ever, Onigiri Miya. And on the first day, Kita and Osamu show up to help you move in. That night there's a grand gesture at the Watanabe family house for Kita to propose to your best friend, and there are tears in her eyes as Kita kisses her in front of her entire family, and you, and Osamu.

This year has been filled with good changes and it's only February 3rd. 

You find yourself on the back porch to get some air. You used to stand on the balcony at your apartment wishing that Suna would come and confess his feelings. Well, confess your feelings back at you. He’s called seven times but you ignored them, and so he left you one message that stays unopened on your phone. You can see from the preview that he started it with “I'm sorry,” but that's as much as you read before putting it away when he first sent it. You take your phone from your pocket and open the chat.

From: Suna Rintarou

I'm sorry (Y/n). I really took for granted how nice you were to me. I realize now that I liked being your friend, outside of the fwb we had. You share music with me, and can actively engage in conversation about the artists I like. I think I realized from you that I genuinely love someone else too, although I didn't have the words for it when we spoke at the bar. Thank you for tolerating me, and I'm sorry I wasn't a better friend to you. If you ever want to talk again, you have my number. 

The sound of the door sliding open tears you away from the device in your hands.

“I was gonna head back, and was wonderin’ if ya need a ride?” Osamu’s soft voice reaches your ears.

You turn to him, tears glistening in the corners of your eyes.

“Whoa, (Y/n), what's goin’ on?” his voice is worried, and his arms reach out to wrap around you. He's strong too, muscles built from his own volleyball days, but he's gentle as he holds you. “Hey, yer alrigh’.”

You’re crying but there was a sense of relief as you finished reading that message from Suna. He realizes that you were too good to him for the entire time you were friends. Now that he's aware of that, you're sure that you can move on and push aside the feelings you had saved for him your whole life, and find someone who will be there for you. Someone who wants to see you succeed and will stay the morning after to make breakfast. Someone who will hold you when you're crying, even if they don't even know why. 

“Are ya feeling unwell?” Osamu’s voice brings you from your thoughts.

You shake your head and let out a small sigh. “I feel better than I have in a long time.”

“Oh?” Osamu asks, letting go of you slightly. He takes half a step away before you wrap your arms around him.

“Wait,” you say. “Stay, please.”

Osamu smiles down and hugs you again, a hand going to the back of your hair to pet gently. “F’course,” he says. “I'm here.”

You were waiting for a torch to light your way, but Osamu is a fire burning through the night. He holds you as you cry the last tears you’ll shed for Suna Rintarou. 

There’s a million things that went wrong in your relationship, or whatever it is that you want to call it with Suna. You always thought you’d have a childhood friends to lovers’ story with him, since you were the only girl he talked to in junior high, and then he was your first everything. But maybe those rose-tinted glasses you saw him through made you blind to the truth— he was in love with the other girl, and through some twisted reasoning, decided that by pretending you were her he could satisfy his own needs. Putting your heart into Suna’s cold fingers, no matter how beautiful they are, was a mistake. You should have waited for someone who was warm and wouldn’t rip your heart out every time you woke up in the morning. Someone more like a breath of fresh air in the countryside, instead of the smog of the city.

Someone like Miya Osamu.

[storytimewithnova]

Paths of Regret

miya shona the youngest sibling of Osamu and Atsumu also known back in Hyōgo as the Miya triplets when shona was in high school she was dating her harem they didn't know she was a miya like all relationships when they stsrt it was perfect bliss even then suddenly out of no where the harem started to turn their true colors started to show and that was the day when Shona came home wanting to surprise them with the news she is expecting a baby only for her to have a surprise she enters thr house and hears weird noises coming from the bedroom she gets to the room only to find some if the harem in bed doing it with her high school bully shona took a picture and left tears in her eyes she went to her brothers house and ran straight to her room locking the door Osamu who not long closed his Onigiri shop for the day heard the door slam to his sister's room and got worried he was in to minds weather to call the harem or one of her bestie from the chaotic Friend squad he decided on calling Luna and she drove to the miya house at once she asked Osamu what happened with him replying we Don't know she came home and slammed her door and locked it luna went to Shona's room remembering where it was from all the times they had sleepovers when they were kids with the squad she knocked on the door getting no response only hearing sobs instead luna knocked again and said Shona don't make me involve the sqaud and also involve shirabu and Kenji again receiving no reply luna said okay i am calling them now when they finally arrived before luna let them go to Shona she pull both Shirabu and Kenji aside and said to them I Don't know what she is going though i dread to even think but we need her to open up to us you two also need to confess to her Shirabu said we will Luna right now we have an upset sunshine and no clues as to why so can we get back to that please they went to Shona's bedroom knocked hoping for some anwser or reply anything really

Kenji called out saying Sunshine its Ken and jiro can you let us in hun please we're we're worried about you please let us in when the door opened and they could see how broken and hurt Shona was that Immediately broke Shirabu and Kenji she told them everything well almost everything she was still hiding her pregnancy from her siblings her crushes Shirabu and Kenji and the Chaotic Friend group as for the harem they suddenly started to feel Shona's absence and wondered what happened they asked everyone they new included the squad they lied and said they hadn't seen her same as Shona's siblings

After a long moment of silence, Kenji spoke up, his voice filled with determination. "Shona, we're so sorry for what you've been through. We didn't protect you like we should have. But from this moment on, we promise to be by your side and make it right."

Shirabu nodded in agreement. "You're not alone anymore, Shona. We're here for you."

Suddenly, Osamu burst into the room, his eyes filled with worry. "Shona, Luna told me what happened. Are you okay?" he asked with concern.

Shona sniffled and nodded, holding back tears. "I will be, Osamu. Thank you for being here."

Osamu's gaze turned to Shirabu and Kenji, his expression stern. "You two, make sure to take care of my little sister, alright?"

Shirabu and Kenji nodded, understanding the seriousness in Osamu's voice. They knew they had to make things right for Shona, not just as her crushes but as her friends.

a frw months as now passed and rain little sister to Suna Rintaro had started noticing something diffrent about Shona she wanted to confirm her suspensions rain went up to shona and said Sho you are glowing alot lately shona very nervously said really you think so maybe its my make up it does have a shimmer pigment in it rain said no its not that you're pregnant aren't you sho covered her mouth and said will you keep it down and yes yes i am but this baby is not a product of love its a product non consental s*x

Rain placed a comforting hand on Shona's shoulder and reassured her, "Sho, they love you. They will accept you and the baby. You don't have to go through this alone."

Shona sighed, considering Rain's words. Deep down, she knew Rain was right. She couldn't keep this secret from Shirabu and Kenji any longer. Taking a deep breath, she made up her mind.

Later that day, Shona gathered her courage and called both Shirabu and Kenji to meet her at their usual spot by the river. As they arrived, they noticed the apprehensive look on Shona's face and felt their own nerves start to spike.

"Shona, what's wrong? Is everything okay?" Shirabu asked, concern etched in his voice.

Shona took a deep breath before speaking, her voice trembling slightly. "I need to tell you both something important. Please, just hear me out."

Shirabu and Kenji exchanged glances, their worry growing. They nodded and encouraged her to continue.

With tears brimming in her eyes, Shona revealed her pregnancy, explaining how it was the result of non-consensual s*x and how frightened she was to face it alone.

As she finished speaking, she looked at both of them, her heart pounding with anticipation. Their expressions were a mix of shock, sadness, and anger. But instead of turning away, they stepped closer to her.

Shirabu was the first to break the silence, his voice filled with determination. "Shona, you don't have to go through this alone. We're here for you, no matter what. We love you, and we'll support you through this."

Kenji nodded fervently. "He's right, Shona. We're going to be by your side every step of the way. You and the baby are not alone."

Overwhelmed with relief, Shona threw herself into the arms of both Shirabu and Kenji, tears streaming down her face. Finally, she realized that she didn't have to carry this burden alone. With her brothers, her best friend Rain, and now Shirabu and Kenji, she had a loving support system that would help her face whatever came her way.

From that day forward, Shirabu and Kenji proved to be the partners Shona needed in her life. They attended doctor's appointments together, researched parenting books, and together they prepared for the arrival of their child. They embraced their roles as not just boyfriends, but as loving and supportive fathers.

The Chaotic Friend Squad, along with Shona's other friends, rallied around her as well, showering her with love, gifts, and endless support. Shona felt grateful to have such amazing people in her life. She realized that amidst the heartbreak and betrayal from her past, love and friendship could heal wounds and help her build a brighter future.

And as the day of the baby's arrival drew near, Shona knew in her heart that her child would grow up surrounded by an abundance of love, laughter, and a bond that could never be broken.

Meqnwhile with the harem they have realised what they had done and that Shona's bully was only using them for fame and money so they searched for shona asking everyone they know and know her only to be told they haven't seen her

Later that night on a late night news channel

the news broke that famous models shirabu Kenjiro and Futakuchi Kenji had just got married

Kuroo: big deal so what we are looking for our girl and they are bragging assholes

Most of the members agreed

Then it showed a picture of their wife

Tobio: Um girls i found shona

Yams: really where

Tendou: where is my paradise

Tobio: one problem she isn't ours anymore is show them the picture

And the headline under it Futakuchi-Miya shona

The harem: MIYA!?

the harem felt guilt for what they did to her

the news reporter popped up again and said this just in the newly wedded models are expecting a baby as well

The harem: Baby!?

Yams: being the cleaver one said actually looking at her i say she has been pregnant for a while and oh shit it's ours you know we won't have access to it right if it is

The harem let their guit official eat them right then and there while the news reporter finished speaking

Reporter: see if we can get an interview with the fahers to be when they heard that the harem felt regret

As the news of Shirabu, Kenjiro, and Futakuchi's marriages and impending fatherhood spread, the harem couldn't help but feel a pang of regret and guilt. They realized the extent of their betrayal and how they had been fooled by their own shallow desires.

With heavy hearts, they decided to confront their own actions and make amends. They began searching for Shona with an even greater determination, desperate to apologize and seek her forgiveness. They reached out to every contact they had, desperately asking if anyone had seen her.

Their search eventually led them to Luna, who had been keeping a watchful eye on Shona throughout this whole ordeal. Luna, knowing the sincerity in their voices, agreed to help them. She arranged a meeting with Shona, knowing that it was time for her to face them.

When the harem finally came face to face with Shona, her expression was guarded. She listened quietly as each member poured out their apologies and expressed their remorse. They begged for forgiveness, promising to make amends and to learn from their mistakes.

Shona stared at them for a long moment, weighing their words, and the sincerity in their eyes gave her some comfort. She knew that they had realized the consequences of their actions, and that in itself was a step towards redemption.

With a deep breath, Shona spoke softly, her voice filled with a mix of pain and forgiveness. "You've hurt me deeply, and it will take time for me to fully heal. But I believe in second chances, and I see the remorse in your eyes. I'm willing to give you a chance to prove yourselves, but know that it won't be easy."

The harem nodded, grateful for the opportunity to make things right. They knew they had a long road ahead of them to regain Shona's trust, but they were determined to change, to grow, and to support her in any way they could.

From that moment on, the harem dedicated themselves to making amends. They actively sought out opportunities to raise awareness and fight against non-consensual s*xual activities, using their influence and connections to make a positive impact. They also offered their support to Shona in any way she needed, whether it was emotional or practical assistance during her pregnancy.

Over time, trust began to slowly rebuild between Shona and the harem. They worked together to create a safe and loving environment for Shona and their child, proving that people can change and learn from their mistakes. The presence of genuine remorse and the commitment to growth and support helped Shona heal and find strength in forgiveness.

As the years went by, the harem became an integral part of Shona's life, always there to uplift and care for her and their child. Together, they formed a blended family, built on love, forgiveness, and the shared commitment to creating a better future.

And through it all, Shona taught them the importance of empathy, accountability, and the power of forgiveness. Their shared journey was a constant reminder that people can change, mend broken relationships, and find redemption through love and genuine transformation.

[sukoshitachi]

Tag Dump

[shoyoist]

request : suna + tsukishima with a reader that feels like they're not enough, and thinks that he could find someone better. added shoyo & akaashi for myself hehe

ぞ | TSUKISHIMA sits at the desk in his room, insistent on completing his work before he moves his attention onto you. you're sitting on his bed, scrolling absently through your phone as you wait for him to finish, more focused on watching him as he bends over his books, frowning at whatever questions he's struggling to answer.

his hair has gotten considerably longer than it was in his first year, blonde bangs straight and smooth as the strands brush over his chocolate eyes. he's grown taller than he already was, too - and now, as the tallest member of his team, he's certainly the one that catches most eyes around the school.

you've heard more than a couple of people gossiping about how he's such a hottie, how they wish he'd date them instead of you — and naturally, it's gotten to you a little. you glance over at your reflection in his mirror, eyeing yourself, and you can't help but have the question slip off your tongue.

"kei," you mumble. "you know, i think you could do better than me." his pencil continues scratching at his paper for a moment, and you think maybe he didn't hear you - but then, he stops. after a pause, he turns to you and stares. "excuse me?"

you nod, slightly flustered that he's giving you such an incredulous look. "ah. i was just wondering. just nevermind, go back to work." he gapes at you for a few more seconds, before rolling his eyes. he drags the chair standing near his dresser over to his desk, and gives the seat a slap. "get over here and help me out. you're making no sense."

you get up and go sit next to him, a little awkward, and he slides some of his papers over to you. he doesn't look up at you, but he clears his throat. "who said i could do better than you?" you blink, taking a pencil out of his bag. "i was just thinking." he turns his worksheet over and gives the blank lines a scowl.

"well, don't think then." he glances at you, and lifts his hand to nudge your shoulder with the back of his pencil. "i don't know what happened, but i'm with you 'cause you're the one i want to be with. you're good for me, alright?" you're still for a moment, before a giggle escapes you upon noticing that there's a hint of red dusted across his face. "kei, you're kinda cute sometimes."

he rolls his eyes again, but he lets you wrap your arms around him and give his cheek a kiss. "whatever." he's stiff for a second, before he eases up and leans into you. his mouth moves in a whisper that you barely catch, despite having your face pressed to his hair. "i love you, okay?"

ぞ | SUNA has his eyes shut, as he lays spread out on your lap, letting you play with his hair as you sit on the sofa, supposedly watching a movie with the volume muted. he leans into your touch every once in a while, when you dig your fingers into his hair, but other than that, he seems to be asleep.

the movie credits roll down the screen at the end, and when you don't turn it off, it restarts - but you don't notice, because you've been watching him, not the movie. the room is dark, and the light from the TV flickers and bounces across, spreading its artificial, static glow across the shadows.

he looks pretty, lashes long and thick over his cheeks, the curve of his nose slight, face chiselled and smooth - and of course, he's all toned muscle as he twists slightly, a little cramped with how he's spread across the sofa that's too small for him to sleep on. you think about him and his teammates on court, all the games you've sat at the front seats for, remembering how amazing he looks out there, focused and so skilled at what he does.

"so pretty, rin." you mumble under your breath. "don't know why you're even with someone like me. "there's silence for a few seconds, before his eyes open, almost with a start. he turns his face up, and your gazes lock — "what?"

you feel your face heat up, eyes flitting away as you clear your throat. "nothing, nothing. i thought you were asleep." he doesn't take it, obviously - and you're forced to meet his eyes again when he props himself up with his elbow, leaning in close enough for your noses to brush against eachother. "what did you just say, hm?"

you open your mouth, but before you can say anything, he shifts forward a little and slots his lips against yours in a soft kiss. "you're gorgeous." he breathes, voice low and sleepy as he affirms you. "so fucking gorgeous. and you're mine." when you kiss him back, he hums comfortably into your mouth. "say it with me, angel. gorgeous, mine."

your blush turns furious, but you repeat his words, as he reaches up and cups your face, running a thumb across your cheek. "i'm gorgeous, and yours." he nods, kissing you again, so soft and gentle that you're almost taken aback. "mhm. and i'm yours."

ぞ | HINATA crosses his legs and brushes off some sand that's on his knee, and pats the space next to him, waving to you with a smile on his face. the sun is bright, reflecting off the sea into your eyes as you step out of the shade of the trees to head down and join him on the shore.

"man," he pulls you close to him, smelling of sweat, sunscreen and ocean salt, as you sit down. "i'm glad we have beaches here. i think i'd get real homesick if it was all city and no sea." his hair's a brighter orange than usual, with the noon sun falling on him, and his eyes sparkle as he leans in to give you a kiss on the cheek.

you drop your head onto his shoulder, and stretch your legs out as the sea comes rushing in. the water is cool, lapping at your feet for a second before ebbing away again.

he's telling you about what happened during his practise match earlier this morning, something about how he hasn't seen heitor so into the game in a while, and you love listening to his rambling - but you can't help but wonder what exactly he meant, when he said what he said about getting homesick.

you've always had it in the back of your mind, a sort of warning or resignation - something about how your shoyo would probably be much happier if he went back to japan and stayed there, with his family and his friends, instead of coming back here and becoming part of the brazilian league.

you know he did it because he wanted to, and you're happy to have him with you, but you can't help but think that maybe it'd be better for him if he went back home. if he was with someone else, somewhere else. "shoyo," you voice it out, because you think there's never going to be a better time.

"yeah?" he blinks, hazel eyes so pretty as he looks over at you. you take in a breath. "i was just . . . thinking. what if you moved back to japan?" confusion washes over his expression at your words.

"what do you mean? i'm not moving." you shake your head, relaxing a little when he places a warm, assuring hand on your thigh. "i just thought, wouldn't it be better for you if you . . . stayed there, and found someone there instead? you're - well - you're not lonely here, are you?" he looks like he's contemplating your question for a bit, before his mouth stretches into an easy smile again.

"not really. i love it here, you know. i'm happy — i have you, too. and i love you." his smile is contagious. you close the distance between your faces, and kiss him. he giggles into the embrace, and raises a hand to tangle his fingers into your hair. "can't be lonely, when i have you and all my dreams in my hands."

ぞ | AKAASHI opens the door to his office when you knock. his response to your knuckles on the door is quick, but the first thing you see when he wheels it open is how tired he looks, metal blue eyes rimmed with a hazy red, fluffy black hair disheveled and glasses tilted on his nose. "keiji."

all the indignance you'd walked up to his office with drains away when you peek into the room and notice all the papers strewn across his desk, pens scattered over them, and when you eye the computer monitor, you see all the open tabs, half written emails and articles opened up on the screen.

". . . you should take a break." you say, instead of asking him why he missed the date you two had planned for the evening. it's 08:33 at night now, and you'd just come back after waiting two hours at the cafe you'd meant to visit with him. you're tired too — but not nearly as tired as he is.

his eyes widen all of a sudden - and with only one glance back at all his undone work, he steps out of the room and shuts the door behind him. "oh — oh. I forgot about— I'm so sorry." he starts, and you're feeling terrible now, for being so angry as you walked back home, shaking your head and raising your hands to stop him.

"no, no keiji it's okay! i get it - do you have a deadline that's coming up or something?" he nods, looking upset - and you know it's not about his work, but that he's let you down on this - and you wish you could be better for him, you wish you could help him a little during days like these.

"it's okay, really." you try. "i-i just . . . it's okay. we can go out another day." he opens his mouth again, and you take him by the shoulders and shake your head again. "it's alright, baby - i'm so sorry. if only i could help you. if i were someone else, maybe—"

it comes out without you meaning to - and maybe if you'd completed your sentence he wouldn't have understood what the implication was, but you cut yourself off, and his gaze becomes pained again. "what do you mean by that?"

you're silent for a moment, because you don't want to say anything - it's already so tense between you two, and you don't want anything to happen— he takes your hands, and you have to look up at him.

"you know i love you, right?" he says, and there's something that's almost pleading in his voice. you nod immediately, curling your fingers around his wrists. "of course, keiji."

his shoulders relax a little at your answer, but there's still weariness in his eyes. "let's . . . go to sleep." he mutters. "and we can. go out for breakfast tomorrow?" you pull him into a hug, and he sinks into you, feeling small and fragile in your hold. you nod, leaning your cheek into his hair. "yeah. yeah, that sounds good."

[animatedrapture]

— La la lost you.

— suna rintarou x reader. & just angst.

— i found a draft, im heartbroken and mentally unwell ^___^ im here to offer pain and then forget about it after because Real Life.

love is selfish, love is mean.

love is unkind, love is inconsiderate.

love is painful, love is lost in the depth of it all.

Suna stood there, at the threshold of your shared bedroom, watching you stuff your clothes into the dull gray duffel bag.

It's the one with the leather handle slightly chipping off, it's old and well—it's the same one you had brought when you were first moving in to his place. It's worn out, more from being unused than the opposite.

You take it as it is; he doesn't care. Because he's watching you leave and he does nothing but stand there, with his steady breathing and empty expression.

Body language should tell you something when it comes to Suna—or at the very least, the way his eyes look: if they're glistening, or as if almost clouded, or shifting—but he offers you nothing. There's no agitation but he's not particularly paralyzed either. He stood there, as calm and collected as ever, as if he hadn't been relentless with his razor sharp tongue just earlier.

The same words that held you down, paralyzing you. Sure, you had been the one to tell him that maybe you should just break up because—

As if he hadn't, in a moment of emotional turmoil, just said: "We should've broken up long ago."

This isn't going anywhere anymore, all we do is fight when you're not ignoring me.

But we all say things when we're hurt—because while you regret what you said, Suna doesn't seem to regret it.

You hadn't answered him. You said nothing that would've sealed the deal but neither did he. Only with trembling hands did you reach out to the back of your closet to grab the bag, though perhaps, as you stuffed what you could in the bag, that might've been enough of an answer and for Suna, perhaps it was too.

Unfortunately, there's no fighting back the quivering of your lips or the tightness in your throat. Sure, your eyes sting with the tears you won't let yourself just fall over but holy shit, it hurts.

Everything hurts.

"We should've broken up long ago" gives you an insight that he's thought of this. Breaking up with you. You're not sure what hurts more.

That he's letting go of you so easily? That he doesn't seem like he could care less, right there as you pack your bags at eleven in the evening? That he seems to have wanted to break it off long before this fight?

So, again, you take it as it is—you don't even notice him walking out from the bedroom door. All you're left with is a chipping leather bag full of what clothes you can throw in and thoughts plagued with a Suna Rin who wants nothing more than to get rid of you.

When you zip the bag close, moving becomes more difficult—like you're treading water.

This is it. The goodbye, the pain you've gone years trying to save yourself from until Suna happened. You wonder where you'll pick yourself up from this, everything begins and ends at him because even as you step out with the intention to leave, you're still all his.

Every step makes the weight of the world feel heavier and heavier, still, you make it to the front door.

Except he's actually there: his head leaning to the frame of the door, eyes glistening and red, his teeth pulling at the bottom of his lips. There's the Rintarou you know, the one who loves you and finds a way to show you somehow—crying at the sight of you about to leave.

You stand in front of him, your grip on the bag tightening with your already wavering resolve until he speaks, "Don't want you to go."

Love is ruthless—at the exact moment all your defenses should be up, they're all stripped down and you're skin and bones bare for your lover.

"What do you want then?"

"I thought—I've been thinking—I want you out of my life, y'know? 'm sure you know, 'course you do—I just," his voice cracks, you watch his body tremble ever so slightly, "In a way I still do and that's fucked up, YN."

It stings. Your nails digging in your palm so sharply, there just has to be some sort of pain more hurtful than this, the casual cruelty in the weight of the world and your love not wanting you—but there isn't, and you tremble, suck in a breath, choke in a sob, wait for the walls to cave in on you.

"...T-then?"

"But I love you—love you so much I'd rather take a bullet than watch you leave."

"You don't have to watch."

"I don't—but I'll wake up tomorrow and not have you there, and the day after that. That makes me feel sick, YN. I don't—I can't—"

"We should break up, Rin," you say. It's only true, yet to have to say it again hurts more than the last. Especially when you're watching him block the door, his head shaking in denial.

"Rin, please."

"You don't have to go—"

"But I do."

Nothing hurts more than letting go of something you don't really want to let go of; not when it's all yours. So, in turn, you sigh, and you let the bag fall to the floor.

You take one step closer to him and ask, "Do you hate me, Rin?"

You must be masochistic, to ask something like that to your lover who has already told you he wanted you out of his life, but maybe hearing it would keep you steady and ignore the fact that he's blocking the door, practically begging for you not to leave.

Except he doesn't answer you—it doesn't make it hurt any less; that he couldn't say no as much as he couldn’t say yes. With barely a fight, he's winning against your will.

You exhale. Tired, torn, falling apart at the seams.

"Okay," you concede. "I'll stay at the guest room. I'll give you a week, Rin. Pretend I'm not with you at all, then, after a week, please let me go if you still want me out of your life."

He looks like a lost, kicked puppy. Eyes following your movement as you turn on your heel and head for the guest room. You no longer wait for his answer. This is the best compromise you could afford to give him, and after that, nothing more. 

[osamusbigtits]

osamu stares at himself in the mirror. he just got out of the shower, water droplets run down his body. the mirrors steamed up a little bit, but it doesn't matter to osamu.

this isn't what I looked like in high school.

it's been bothering osamu for a while now. he's not sure when it started. when his tummy grew, his thighs got thicker, when muscle turned to fat. he can squish his biceps. he used to have abs. what happened?

atsumu's gained a bit of weight, also. his tummy is also softer, muscles less defined. but you can still see atsumu's muscles. not osamu's. and suna's still like he was in high school, just a bit taller. he still has all his muscles, his abs, his lanky limbs.

osamu frowns at the mirror and squishes his tummy. his waist used to be smaller, suna could almost fit his hands around it. now it's just thick.

suna wraps his arms around osamu's waist and osamu jumps. when did he get here?

"hi, sexy," suna purrs and kisses osamu's shoulder. "what are you thinking about?"

osamu doesn't reply. just watches suna's hand through the mirror. suna still holds osamu the same, still feels and grabs the same areas. has suna noticed the change?

suna straightens. "baby, are you okay?"

"do you really think I'm sexy?" the question leaves before osamu can stop it. osamu flushes. he feels a little stupid. he's never been insecure before, why now? what's different? well, his body. but suna hasn't changed. physically or in the way he treats osamu. or has he and osamu just never noticed? is suna still attracted to him?

"of course I do," suna replies, frowning a little. "samu, what's going on?"

"I've... I've changed. a lot since high school." I've gotten fat.

"you have," suna says. he sounds a little hesitant. like he knows what osamu's upset about but doesn't want to assume. suna does that a lot.

"I used to have abs," osamu whispers, looking at his tummy again.

"I like your tummy more," suna says. osamu feels butterflies in his stomach erupt. suna still has that effect on him. "I noticed you were getting softer, squisher-"

"fatter."

"-and I didn't hate it. I liked it a lot, actually. I love it. I love your tummy, and your thick thighs, your fat ass- although, you've always had a big ass-"

"rin, this isn't-"

"-but you'll be always be my osamu. my beautiful boy. my sexy, sweet, wonderful boyfriend, who I'll always love and be attracted to."

osamu tries to pout at suna through the mirror. and suna just smirks. "I love you, too," osamu grumbles.

"it's a good thing you haven't put clothes on yet, because I've been dying to fuck you all day."

"you're the worse." osamu smiles.

[tobi-momo]

INSECURITIES THEY ADORE !

PAIRINGS: Bokuto Koutarou x Reader | Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader | Suna Rintarou x Reader | Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

GENRE: Fluff | Comfort | Suggestive | Insecurities | SUGGESTIVE

WARNINGS: suggestive content | insecurities :( (you're so beautiful!)

A/N: yes. this incredibly self-indulgent and they are all based off of my insecurities—ESPECIALLY the gap one. also don't be afraid to pop up in my inbox to talk! its dry as hell

KOUTAROU — CHUBBY THIGHS

This man will not hesitate to smother your thighs with all his attention. His fingers pinching and kneading at the supple flesh, relishing at how there is so much for him to grab. He's almost overwhelmed with joy when he gets to place his lips on your magnificent thighs, nipping gently with his teeth and smiling giddily at the purple splotch he left after removing his mouth, tiny strings of saliva connecting his lips to your sensitive skin. He frowns when he sees you look in the mirror in discomfort. He wonders what he could do to make it any better, scouring his brain for any answers, searching with a furrowed brow behind you as you sniffle in distaste. You sigh when you feel his warm hands drape around your figure, his thumb stroking your bare thigh, and his chin resting on your shoulder politely as his lips optimistically curve upward, lining the words, "you're beautiful," with his silky tone, cooling your nerves. You smile tearily, inhaling with hesitation before finally leaning into his touch.

HAJIME — HIP DIPS

You always question why he always has a hand on your hip, rubbing his fingers along your skin and subtly pinching it to see you jolt in reaction. He likes the feeling of it—something inexplicable, really. Plus, the view, he simply can't get enough of you. Watching you twirl for him while showing off a new pair of pants you felt good in, his smile widened at yours, his pupils blowing up when his eyes land on your hips. Woah. You are hot. He felt nothing but worry when he saw your crouched figure on the kitchen floor, your arms holding yourself and your knees raised to your chin—your cheeks smushed between them as the pants you were about to conquer the world with soaked up the tears that trickled hopelessly down your face. "I don't like them anymore," you cry muffledly, sniffling and turning your head away from the man squatting in front of you. "That's okay, Baby," he smiles, taking his knuckles to help stop the flow of your tears, "wanna put something comfortable on instead? Stay in bed for a little?" And with the tiniest nod you could manage, he's pulling you up and leading you to a more comfortable warmth. "Y'know, I thought you looked hot." You laughed.

RINTAROU — STRETCH MARKS

His fingers will never stop tracing them—he to feel how they run through your skin, grazing his fingertips and his knuckles against the stripes, trying his best to expand the warm, tingly feeling you get when he's around to the areas where your stretch marks reside. He wants you to feel what he feels when he notices them: infatuation. Although if that didn't work, he was sure that he would light a spark when he plasters his lips to them, sucking and nipping and pecking playfully to get a good laugh from you. He didn't expect you to cry. "Are you okay? Babe? What's wrong?" He asks, raising his head from his previous demonstrations to eye you with concern as you cover your face with your palms. "I just—I can't believe you actually like them. Something so gross and—" "They're beautiful," he interrupts, cutting you off with dismissal as if he was offended. He doesn't let his eyes leave yours, trying his best to nail it into your head. "They're so pretty," he mumbles before leaning down and smothering your marks with his mouth once again. You secretly hoped he would never stop.

TETSUROU — TOOTH GAP

He loves your smile. He adores it. He wishes you would smile more, although he knows not to say that to your face. The way your gap just fits everything into place, making everything so much brighter when he looks at you—he wants to know how he got so blessed with someone as perfect as you. He will never stop making comments, too. It's one of his favorite things to do. "You're smile is so pretty, Honey," and, "No! Don't say that! It's one of the prettiest things I've laid my eyes on." You cherished these, he knows this, and he also knows that sometimes, it was hard to believe. How could he like your gap so much when you've been told your entire life that you needed to get it fixed? It physically hurts him when he sees your hand coming up to cover your smile, all of it being a little too awkward for him to ignore. "Baby," he calls. "What?" "Why are you doing that?" He asks with concern, grabbing your wrist and pulling it down, watching your eyes widen before you turn your head away. "Because it's embarrassing." "Why?" "I don't want people to have to see it when I smile." "But I love seeing it, so why don't you show me?" You sigh, letting your head hang in defeat. "Please?" He asks, tipping your chin his way with his finger, smiling when he sees you hide your smile. Ah, he won this time. One day, he vowes, you'll see the same thing he does.

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[rosierin]

alley cat | suna rintarou

pairing; suna x gn!reader

genre; romance, fluff

warnings; none

a/n; a quick something i whipped up on christmas night, i hope everyone had a wonderful day <3

"Sunarin, where on earth are you taking us?"

"Patience. We're almost there."

"You said that thirty minutes ago."

"Details, (y/n). Details." Suna tosses a smirk over his shoulder and tugs you closer to his side as you huff at him, acknowledging the impatience on your face.

This wasn't what you were expecting when he showed up at your door at ten in the evening. All he'd told you was that you needed to wrap up warm, and from there, the two of you had made your way to the city center, walking along the brightly lit streets towards a completely unknown location. It's a Friday night— the night of Christmas Eve— so you'd thought that he wanted to take you out to see the Christmas market or perhaps gaze at the stunningly decorated Christmas tree that stood proudly in the center of town.

Alas, you had long walked past all the traditional Christmasy spots and are now wandering further and further away from town, around the outskirts of town where fewer people tread at this time of night.

You press closer to Suna.

"Cold?"

"More like creeped out," you shudder, apprehensively looking around the empty streets. "How did you even find out about this place?"

Suna shrugs at your question before hooking an arm around your waist. The proximity feels reassuring, the warmth radiating off his body helping to quell part of your fears. "I wander a lot," he says simply. "City's pretty at night."

"You're like a cat," you muse, prompting Suna to huff out a curt laugh.

Still, you can't help but find that his words ring true. Because even though the streets are mostly desolate, you can't deny that beneath the initial eeriness of the outskirts lies an understated beauty that becomes more apparent the further you walk.

You enjoy how the empty streets rest in silence, save for the sound of yours and Suna's steady footsteps against the damp pavement. The obsidian sky looks particularly picturesque aswell, especially the more you distance yourself from the central parts of town, giving way to stars that peak out behind misty clouds like timid fireflies. Even the water in the potholes catch your eye, remnants of yesterday's snowfall shimmering under the streetlamps' amber hue.

You'd marvel at the scenery for longer if it weren't for the pressing question of where you were headed. You're certain you've been walking for close to an hour now, and the lack of shops, bars, restaurants and overall social buzz make you question what else there possibly is to see.  

"You sure you know where you're going, mister alley cat? Seems very deserted here..."

Suna glances at you before making a sharp right, leading you down yet another street you've never set foot on. He really does live up to his nickname. Navigating the city with confident steps, slinking through streets and alleys like he's done this countless times before.

"That's the point," he says. "Don't you worry, it'll be worth it. Plus we're almost there."

You squint at him.

"For real, this time."

His footsteps slow as he reaches a tall building, pushing the door open and stopping at the base of a staircase. You give him a skeptical look, not exactly liking the look of the run-down, and from the looks of it abandoned building. Suna's quick to pick up on your apprehension and laces his hand with yours, giving it a firm squeeze.

Trust me, the gesture says.

With a gentle tug, he induces you up the stairs, occasionally glancing over his shoulder to assure you're okay. The iron stairs creak under your feet as you make your way up. A mix of nerves and excitement bubble in your chest. The climb takes a while, but eventually Suna comes to a halt once you reach the top of the staircase, behind another iron door which you can only imagine leads to the roof of the building. "Alright," he starts, eyes glinting playfully. "Close your eyes."

You raise an eyebrow in question, then do as he says. All of a sudden it's as though your senses have been heightened. The ground is solid under your feet as Suna pushes the door open and pulls you outside. There's a faint scent of rain in the air, the breeze is crisper and Suna's hands are warm against your own, his hold delicate as he guides you onwards with a slow pace.

You stop after just a few steps, almost bumping into Suna from the abrupt pause. He chuckles and softly pecks your forehead.

"We're here," he murmurs, his voice light. "You can open your eyes."

"Okay," you say tentatively. You feel almost giddy at what you're about to lay eyes on. You're positive it involves the view, given your current location, but that doesn't stop you from drawing in a breath the moment you lift your eyelids.

Below you is a constellation of lights, every flashing shop sign, every passing car reminiscent of stars glimmering against a velvety black sky. The cityscape looks like a nebula made up of the warmest yellows infused with the coolest shades of blue. Never have you seen the city look so mesmerising.

"Wow," you breath, enamoured by the abondance of colours. It's crazy to think that each light you see down there is another person living their own life, with their own personality, own job, own routine...

And on top of an abandoned building stand two more people, watching everything unravel, completely unbeknownst to the world.

"Like it?" Asks Suna, reeling you from your daze. You glance at him. His body is turned towards the city, pale green irises reflecting the sea of lights below, unguarded and seemingly just as fascinated by the thousands of stars beneath you. You're tempted to reach out at him, to trace the contours of his moonlit face, to feel the softness of his chestnut hair which appears almost silver beneath the moon's glow.

Your breath hitches once again when he turns to look at you, snatching the remaining breath from your throat.

"Alley cat got your tongue?"

You shake your head as he cocks an eyebrow at you, amusement playing on his features. Judging by the look on his face, it's safe to assume he'd noticed you staring, thus you don't even try to play it off. That kind of act never works around Suna anyway.

"It's beautiful," you say, ignoring how Suna smirks at your statement. You're forced to add: "the view, I mean."

"Told you," he replies, sounding almost proud. "It's the second nicest view in Japan." He adds.

"Oh?" Curious, you tilt your head at Suna. "What's the first?"

For a moment you're left unanswered, silence hanging in the air as you maintain eye contact with the man before you. He doesn't say a word, which confuses you slightly. He simply regards you, eyes just a tad more tender than usual.

That's when it hits you.

Heat rises to your cheeks, and just when you hoped the darkness would be enough to conceal your blush, Suna lets out a roguish laugh. "Took you long enough."

"That was so cheesy," You chide, your voice on the verge of laughter despite your initial embarassement. Another chuckle rumbles in Suna's chest as he soaks in your flustered appearance. Then, as the rosiness of your cheeks begins to die down, Suna speaks up again.

"Mind if I get cheesier?" He asks.

The oddness of his question leaves you skeptical, but before you can ask what he means, Suna steps forward and surprises you by resting a hand across your cheek. Immediately, you feel your heart rate pick up, and like second nature you feel your eyes begin to drift shut, already craving more of his touch. Your silence is all he needs to hear in order to inch closer to your face, hooking a finger beneath your chin.

"Merry Christmas, (y/n)."

He presses his lips to yours, and around you, the world spins.

[sugako]

tied with a bow

suna x f!reader cw: 18+ only minors dni, toys (vibrating panties), (secret) toy use in public/exhibitionism, established relationship, slight dubcon (reader doesn't know they're vibrating panties at first) then consent & enthusiasm, slightly jealous suna, edgeing, accidental ruined orgasm (receiving), public sex/in a bathroom, a handful of "good girl"s, unprotected wc: 2.5k a/n: for the #boys&toyscollab from @fallensvint (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ ty for letting me participate this is such a fun collab idea and i had a great time writing it

"I know tonight isn't ideal, but maybe this will help make up for it."

You turn from your place in front of the bathroom mirror, eyebrows lacing in confusion until you look down at the small bag in his hands. It's a pretty shade of red, complete with matching tissue paper that's been carefully tucked around something inside.

"Rintarou, we already-"

"I know, but I felt like you deserved something more." He cut you off, a small smile curling up the corner of his mouth. You could tell from the held-back expression he was dying to laugh.

Considering it was your anniversary, it was fairly suspect. Suna had a crude sense of humor at the worst of times but had gifted you some practical items and a pretty, delicate necklace with a little black gem held in its grasp. Instead of a nice dinner as you had both originally planned, you were being whisked away to an EJP team event.

When he had been told he was contractually obligated you could feel the disappointment wavering off his body for hours. Though you tried to assure him that you truly didn't mind a free dinner and dressing up - although it came at the price of a little press - he still seemed upset until the day before.

Hesitantly, you reached out for the bag. While he noticed your careful reaction, he didn't make any move to comment, simply letting you find out on your own. The gift was easy enough to spot when you riffled through the paper.

"Lingerie?" You questioned, slowly pulling the black lace from the red package. Shoulders relaxing, you felt some comfort realizing it wasn't something to be worried about. At least, not that you knew yet. "It's pretty." You sighed, unfurling the material.

"Thought you would like it. Wear it tonight?" He asks softly. Smiling kindly, you wrap your arms around his thick shoulders and lean to press a kiss to his cheek.

"Yeah, I think it'll be fine with the dress I have picked out, but why…" a big detail catches your eye and you do a double-take back to your hands, "...why are there ties?"

"Oh," he shrugs, feigning innocence, "I think they wanted to be inclusive, just came in one size. No idea."

The next hour moves quickly between the two of you washing up and getting dressed for the night. Although his closet is impressive, Suna can be particular about his outfit selection. He tells you he wants to look good and professional, it's good for his career, but you think he just likes to dress up nicely at any given chance when he's not in the gym.

As time draws near, you're both nearing the door, smoothing any creases and straightening what needs to be. Though, a moment before you can wrap your hand around the door handle, he's grabbing your arm and pulling you back to his chest.

"Did we forget-?"

"No." He cuts you off gruffly, hiking your dress up with the hand not holding you.

"Rintarou, we don't have time!" You squeak out, fumbling to move his hands away.

"We're not doing anything." He mumbles while reaching back to grab something from his jacket pocket. "Just this," he says as slips the little bullet past the band of your panties, neatly placing it in the little pocket you hadn't noticed until now.

"Ri-rint-!"

"I'm surprised you didn't know what these were to begin with." He chuckles, letting you go and pulling out his phone. "I won't turn it on if you don't want me to, you just mentioned wanting to try-"

"Yes." You answer quickly. A little embarrassed with your own fervor your shift, straightening out your dress although it didn't need it. "I mean, uh, yes, as long as no one can hear it. Could be kinda fun."

His lips curl into a tight smile and he taps a few buttons on his phone, eyes shifting between you and the screen. It starts up quick and fast, pressed well enough against your clit to make you clamp your legs together.

"Rin!" You squeak, grabbing his arm to keep your knees from buckling.

"Whoops," he smirks rather unconvincingly, "Hmm, well it is quiet."

The panties are ruined before you even step out of the car to the event. Suna's hand comes down on the small of your back, holding you close before the crowd can sweep you away. Anticipation swelling in your chest you watch him as he pulls out his phone and flips through the apps.

"Ready?" He leans in to ask, voice barely raised above the gentle roar of the crowd.

"Yeah," you force yourself to take a deep breath and let your shoulders relax. "I'll let you know if I really need to stop for whatever reason." You quickly add, already knowing his next question.

"Good girl." He smiles, giving you back a little squeeze before he taps the screen. The vibe comes to life again, the soaked fabric making it even easier for you to feel it. You take a sharp, wavering inhale through your nose.

It's not as strong this time, but between how good Suna looks tonight, the longing touches you've been sharing since you left the house, and the fact that you're surrounded by people at a professional function, it felt just as dizzying. He would tease you endlessly for how you were reacting no matter what, you already knew, but that only added to the appeal.

The night went on smoothly for the most part. Suna came and went from your side when needed - whether to speak to the press, his captain, or grab drinks and food for the two of you. Though your voice didn't sputter and your body didn't tremble as much as you were briefly worried it would, there was still a certain amount of excited trepidation with every step you took and word you spoke.

While you longed for release and the ache drew up between your legs, you could feel that the two of you were close to the end. Suna had stepped away for just a moment leaving you beside Komori while he asked higher-ups if he was good to leave now. He wasn’t an exceptionally jealous or insecure person, and it was an innocent touch, really. But when he watched as you grazed his teammate's arm with the knowledge that you were ruining yourself, it ticked some feral part of his brain.

Stopping in his path toward you, Suna rips the phone from his pocket and clicks open the app once again for the night. The warning at the bottom of the screen telling him the battery was getting low didn’t even reach his eyes before he clicks the settings up to their highest level.

In the midst of giggling over the odd relationship between Komori’s cousin and one of Suna’s old teammates, both of whom you had met less than a handful of times, you felt the wind get knocked out of you. As you pretend to choke on your drink, you scan the room in a panic looking for him. Before you can spot him, a strong hand pressed into your back, forcing you to stand up straight.

“Oh, hi!” Komori gives Suna a wave and a small grin, clueless to your flustered expression. “We were just talking about Atsum-”

“Sorry,” he really is, “Promised we would head out early.”

“No worries.” He chirps back. “Nice seeing you.” It’s directed at you, but you’re lost. The pulsing between your legs is near unbearable, you’re wound up so tight it’s a wonder you haven’t burst over the edge yet. It’s all you can do to muster out a polite hum and nod to him. Your legs are shaking now, you have to take deep breaths to steady yourself, faking little coughs when moans bubble up in your chest. Suna is saying something else to him, but you can’t quite hear, the pressure in your ears too loud.

Then, without warning, it stops. Fingers digging into the sleeve of Suna’s jacket to get his attention, you give him a sharp tug. When you look, you realize he doesn’t have his phone out and he looks about as confused as you. Realization hits his face like a ton of bricks.

“Not feeling well?” He huffs out at you, less of a question and more of a statement really. You quickly shake your head and offer an apologetic look to Komori. “Sorry, we really do have to go now.”

He barely gets out another polite goodbye before Suna is dragging you out of the venue. You make it to the desolate lobby and are dragged into an empty-looking bathroom before you can even say anything.

“Why did-”

“It died, I didn’t do anything.” He quips, locking the door behind him. “I’m sorry baby, I really didn’t mean to.” Dragging you back to him he traces gentle kisses down your shoulders, already hiking up your dress with a hand that’s traveled to your ass.

“Please, need you, Rin.” Your eyes sparkle at him, pulling his face back up to yours so you can kiss him properly. At first, it’s sweet, tame almost, but your dire need and the fact that your cunt is still throbbing on the edge pushes you to deepen it. Tongue lashing across his, fighting for nothing in particular, everything about your motions and groping hands becomes sloppy and irregular.

“Right now? Here?” He teases out, cradling your cheeks.

“Yes, here. Now.” You demand with your hands already tugging on his well-made belt, struggling with the buckle. Through the silky material of his pants, you can feel how swollen and hard he already is. “Don’t need anything else, just you inside of me.” You continue, half-distracted from tearing his clothes away when his thumb swipes over your bottom lip and presses into your mouth. Without a second thought, you suck it in, lavishing your tongue over his fingertip as you would his cock. All it does is make you needier while your hands tremble around his length, finally pulling him out.

“Such a good fucking girl.” He groans when you swipe over the tip. Steadying your quivering body with two hands tightly drawn over your hips, he flips you around so you’re against the wide sink counter facing yourself.

While you settle your chest against it and spread your legs, he’s making quick work of the ties holding up your panties. “You really did make an absolute mess of these.” He whistles lowly, admiring the spread of creamy slick that’s painted between your thighs. The panties are tossed beside your face, your own smell momentarily taking your focus away from him until you feel the gentle prod of his cock against you.

“Just put it in, I can take it.” You beg, wiggling your hips back for emphasis.

“Bet you can.” He agrees as he pushes in the rest of the way with one fluid motion. A cracked moan breaks from you, and you realize as he fills you out that the cord in you is snapping. His hips barely drag out, shallowly pumping into you.

“Cu-cumming.” You stutter out, hips twitching under his hold. Being on the edge for so long pushed you into such sensitivity, even he’s a little surprised when you start to flutter around him. He keeps up his shallow pumps, wary of pushing you too far when he knows you’ve been teetering at the edge for so long, gently fucking your through until you slump against the counter. “Please…” you weakly call out, still aware of the pleasant draw of his cock that’s nudged deep inside of you.

Not bothering to answer, he offers you a small smile in the mirror, and pistons his hips out at a ferocious speed. The slap of skin and the all-too-loud squelching is making you dizzy, but you can tell by the precious look on his face that you’re not the only one. Suna’s eyes are connected to where he’s getting sucked into your gushing pussy that’s already left a creamy ring at the base of his cock. All he can think about is that you’re wet, so wet, and you’ve been waiting for this all day, waiting for him. Driven out of his own mind by the nearby sensation of you clamping down around him, whining and shaking in his arms, he already feels close.

When he pulls his eyes away from where he’s fucking you, he lands on your face in the mirror. This isn’t perfect, it’s really not. It’s no romantic anniversary night with flower petals and candles, it’s fucking in the bathroom outside a work event. And although he knows you don’t need anything fancy as you always tell him, he feels a twisted pang of guilt and excitement.

Anyone could walk by and hear your unobstructed, pitched moans, his deep whimpers, or the flesh hitting flesh over and over again. At best, this could be a difficult press scandal, but he can’t bring himself to really care, not when you’re begging for him - his cock, his orgasm, he cum to fill you up. His attention is only on you, forcing his hips to thump harder against your backside, balls slapping against your poor, tired cunt that just keeps leaking around him.

You can feel how close he was to his own end, pressure building up in him, cock twitching against you while his resolve falters and his hips stutter against you. The spout of words you had been blabbering on to encourage him got lost as he slams into you with some finality, the warm spray of his cum filling you up from the inside.

Taking a heavy breath he lets himself fall over your back, long torso laying heavy against you. Neither of you attempts to speak, panting and whimpering just above a whisper. After a heavy minute, Suna turns his head to rest against your cheek, giving you a pleased hum.

“Maybe next time I should just keep the battery low.”

[t0shii]

% when you take all the blankets

.! bokuto, suna, kageyama (sep) x gn!r

.! fluff/ suna's is like a little angst but end fluffy, lightly proofread

.! i didnt mean to make sunas angsty but i just know that mf is the meanest when hes tired so i couldnt help it.

bokuto

— is a blanket hog himself

— you had to start sleeping with two blankets

— but still somehow one of you hogs BOTH blankets

— gets real whiney abt it too

bokuto shivered as he felt his blanket be harshly removed from his body and the cold bedroom air his skin. "babeeee" he groans attempting to pull it back over his own body, no budge. "what the hell?" he opens his eyes and sits up, look over at your side of the bed. he almost laughs at the view, you had a serious death grip on both of the comforters and your body was contorted into a position he didnt even think was humanly possible. remembering why the bicolor haired boy was up in the first place, he sighs and rolls his eyes dramatically. "y/n, y/n... y/nnnnn" he tries shaking you awake and whines when it doesnt work. "y/n cmon i have a game tomorrow." he pouts. he thinks for a few minutes before trying to nudge you awake when it does work, he sighs, "okay but you're forcing me to do this, i didn't want to." he pries his hands under your body, and picks you up, and plops down on his back, taking you with him, if him picking you up didnt wake you up, the impact of him falling definitely did the trick. "ko? what's happening?" you ask groggily and confused. "baby you took my blanket and wouldn't wake up so i had to improvise. i hope you're happy." he pouts. you say nothing but situate the blankets so that they're covering the both of you. "better?" you mumble, nuzzling into his chest. "better." he nods, wrapping his arms firmly around your waist.

suna

— is literally so pissed

— he's been tugging the blanket back and forth with you for a good hour and a half

— poor guy just wants to be warm while he sleeps

suna rolls his eyes and sighs dramatically as he sits up, and leaning over you. "y/n." he grumbles, shaking your shoulder lightly. "y/n stop hogging the blanket, i know you can hear me." you try your best to hide your smile, "y/n your pissing me off, seriously." he raises his voice slight, your heart and smirk drops immediately and you open your eyes, sitting up straight so fast you saw stars. "wait really? i was just kidding though." you pout. "it's not fucking funny y/n." he says loud enough for you to get the message. "i-i'm sorry. here." you push the blanket over to him and lay back down, back faced towards him. he lays back down as well, sighing in relief that he could finally get some rest that was until be heard a muffled sniffle come from your side of the bed, panic starts to set in. you tried to hold in the choked out sob but you just couldn't, he usually never raises his voice at you. "y/n?" you refuse to look at him, "go to sleep rin, i wont bother you." you manage to mumble out , tears silently rolling down your cheeks. "y/n, baby, please look at me. i shouldn't have raised my voice at you, i'm sorry." he says, you can hear the regret in his voice. you sit up, still avoiding eye contact with your boyfriend, "i'm sorry too." you sniffle, "angel you have nothing to be sorry about. i was out of line. look at me." he hooks his fingers under your chin and guides your face to look at him, your red, tear stained cheeks breaking his heart. "i'm sorry rin." you sob, "i didn't know it would make you mad." he frowns but guides your head to his chest, rubbing the back of your head with his hand. he rocks and shushes you until you've calmed down and once it's quiet he speaks up, "y/n it's not your fault okay? i shouldn't have snapped or raised my voice at you, regardless of the situation so don't blame yourself okay? i'm sorry for yelling at you." once he feels you nod your head, he lays the both of you down, and covers the two of you in the blanket. we plays your hair and whispers that he loves you until you fall asleep on his chest.

kageyama

— boy doesnt even sleep with a blanket most of the time anyways

— he literally slept with just that one top sheet that literally one sleeps under until you started staying over at his house

— ur face when he told you he just slept with the one top sheet 😐

— its not his fault he gets hot and sweaty when he sleeps

— and the mfer keeps the room at like 50 degrees f... absolutely ridiculous

kageyama wakes up from your shivers shaking the bed, confused he sits up to make sure you're okay. "y/n?" he asks groggily. once he realizes your still asleep he's even more confused, then he sees you shaking and realizes your cold. panics while rummaging through his whole house to find more blankets, returns with four, then grabs a hoodie and sweats from his closet for you to wear. he shakes you awake, "y/n, y/n." groan in response, "what tobio." "i got you something." you look at him confused, you hadnt even noticed how cold you were until your boyfriend hold out the clothes he had grabbed for you. "put these on, quick." you look at him confused but do as told and slip the items over the clothes you were already wearing. "what's wrong tobio, what happened?" you ask, as he pushes you gently back onto the bed, tucking you into the original blanket you already had plus another one, he doesn't even recall your question instead he asks, "do you need another blanket, i got three more." he hold one out to you, "no?" "are you sure? you're freezing. i think you need another one." you giggle as he puts another blanket over your body, "tobio i'm fine, come back to sleep." he only stops what he's doing when you cup his cheek with your hand, 'cold' he thinks, raising his own hand to cover yours. "maybe you need mittens? gloves?" you giggle again, "no tobio, just come back to bed. i'm warm now." he nods, walking over to his side of the bed and climbing in. he wraps his arms around your body and pulls you impossibly close to his own, mumbling a "tell me if you get too cold." before kissing your temple.

[rinstars]

OATH.

PAIRING: Suna Rintarou x Fem!Reader

GENRE: Angst.

WC: 1.3k+

TAGS/WARNINGS: Hurt/Comfort (or maybe not). Suggestive themes. Profanity. Cursing. Slight use of petnames.

SYNOPSIS: Suna Rintarou never break a promise. Especially not to you.

NOTE: A famous Filipino song came on shuffle and prompted the birth of this fic. Can you guess which one?  HINT: It's a pretty old famous love song lmfaooo. Also again, I didn't proofread, deal with it hehe. REBLOGS are appreciated <3

LASTLY, PLEASE HELP ME DECIDE ON WHAT TO WRITE BY ANSWERING THIS FORM HEHE THANK U SO MUCH!!

He sent you a text message fifteen minutes ago. Nothing but a few simple words that somehow weighs you down every single time—like an anchor tied to your ankles and tossed to the ocean. Something that leaves you gasping for air. But you enjoy the cool breeze anyways.

I'm coming over.

Promises meant a lot to Suna. Even if the words weren't outwardly said, he treats the phrase like an unspoken promise between both of you. He always comes when he tells you he will. A little late, a little early, but never not.  And you wait for him. Over and over—in the raging storms, the summer breeze, the winter cold. At the break of dawn, the setting sun, beneath the midnight moon.

Because it was your side of the promise.

I'll be here.

The knocks on your door grow heavier each time. The longer you take to open the door the more you feel the constricting pain choking the life out of you. You drag your feet to the wooden entrance, fingers never getting used to the way the cold steel of the knob makes you want to cry. The ray of light that peeks from the small opening of the door blinds you—God, does it blind you, yet you open it wider. Welcoming the burn as he hastily pushes the door open.

You wish you were able to hide the flinch when he wrapped an arm around your wrist, pulling you closer to him as he buries a pale face down your neck. He probably didn't notice the shake from your body—seeing as he was shaking just as bad. The wetness on his shoulders going unnoticed as his own tears stain yours.

With a small tug, you are beneath him. On the other side of his endless praises, his sweet, sweet words. He kisses you like he's drowning as much as you and you let him. His fingers were no longer shaking when he pulls your underwear down, or at least tries to.

"Rin," you breathe out, pushing against his chest to get him off of you. "Will you talk to me first?"

He looks in your eye, unblinking, unmoving—and you could've sworn you were able to glimpse at the internal debate going on inside his mind. He hovers over you for a few more minutes before completely sitting straight with a sigh, nodding to himself as he offers a hand to you.

You take it, and you hold tight, and if you were given the gift to do what you wanted, Heaven knows you wouldn't have let go.

He notices, and he knows it. He has known for the longest time. Knows how this affects you—how you feel, how you hurt. So, he smiles at you and lets you hold on for as long as today's conversation permits.

"I just, fuck-- I don't know what to do." He swallows thickly, like he's holding back the tears from spilling. "I swear—shit do I fucking swear, that I try, I really try, yeah?"

"I know, Rin," you squeeze his hands a little tighter, thumb running over his knuckles as a poor attempt in comforting. "But sometimes, things just don't work out the way we want it to. You know that."

His eyes look over to you, the gentle smile on your face laced with something he would rather not think about too much. He thinks you're right—you're always right. He couldn't remember a time when you were wrong.

"Then," he crawls over to you slowly, fingers trailing a path from your temples to your jaw before settling there and tugging your bottom lip—a silent request from his breaking heart.

Closing your eyes, you released a shaky breath before slowly opening them and continuing with your constant reject. "Then let's stop doing this. I just—you know this isn't right, Rin."

It's almost like something clicked in him the moment you said that. The fog in his eyes clearing as the hand holding your jaw drops to his side. You ignore the pain building up your chest, the sensation almost numbing, as you wait for him to agree. He will, you thought. He always listens to you.

"Yeah, yeah," He almost chuckles humorlessly, throwing his head back on the couch. "Bet she really wouldn't take me back if she found out I run over to you again, right?"

Turning your head to the side, you hope you blinked the tears fast enough for him to not see. Of course, it's her. It has always been her. He never really calls you when he's not going through another rough patch with his girlfriend, never meets up unless he wants to find solace between your legs, never really smiles at you that often

"Rin, we—" you bite your lip to prevent it from shaking, tightening your hold on his fingers to hide the tremble. "We need to stop doing this. She loves you, and—God, do I know how much you love her."

He smiles at nothing, like a fond memory is replaying in his head, the next few syllables breaking you more than you think it should. "Yeah, I do."

This time, you decide to finally show your tears, enough pretending as you prepare yourself for what's about to come. "S-suna, I really—you see, I loved being with you. I adore you and you're probably someone I'd never be able to forget ever, you know?"

He turns his body as he faces you, the hairs falling on his forehead too irresistible for you to not fix. He eyes you with a mix of confusion and recognition—like he knows where this is going but needs you to say it for him.

"Me too, princess."

"I've been meaning to say goodbye a few months ago," you sniffed, looking down on your lap as you lose all the strength to stare back at the eyes you've grown to love. "But I thought maybe I'll let another winter pass. I know how much you break in this weather."

He laughs with you at that—the humor lost in the sea of regret and pain, eyes glossing over but he didn't understand why. Maybe you meant a lot more to him that he cares to admit. And he isn't sure what to do with it, doesn't recognize it clear enough to come up with a course of action.

"I love you, Rin."

Snapping him out of his thoughts, you could notice the faint flinch on his fingers. Hearing you choke up the words like this, vulnerable and broken in front of him, almost made him want to be irrational again. How do you break someone who's done nothing but mend you?

He has known for the longest time. The suspicion always lingering on the back of his head and yet hearing you say it doesn't compare to the amount of times he's run the scenario up his head, finding the right way to respond.

"I know."

"And it's hurting me so, so bad." The cracks in your voice almost mirroring the ones in your heart, hand flying up to your face like you wanted nothing more than to hide. The pain, the tears, the love.

"I know, princess." He repeats, hands tugging yours so you can hide your face on his neck, sobbing onto him the way he's always done with you. He keeps your head there—partly because he knows showing his own tears will just make this harder. "You take care, yeah? Love someone who really deserves it next time."

"I'm not—I w-won't be here next time, Rin. Sorry for breaking my promise."

"In the next life, princess," He kisses your temple, threading long fingers through your hair, a shaky voice accompanying his next words. "I'll come over to you."

[taeyamayang]

hi!! for the soulmate series can i request atsumu or kuroo n the soulmate thing being either the red string or the last words ur soulmate says being on ur wrist/ribs (aka angst tee hee) u can decide!!! <3

hq boys and soulmates

suna, kuroo, kenma

PAIRING: kuroo tetsuro x reader

GENRE: fluff to ANGST

WARNING: death | mentions of blood | minor cursing

a/n: thank you anon for requesting! agh, honestly i had a hard time choosing between kuroo or atsumu because both characters fit the genre and plot i have in mind (kudos to you anon for the great character choice). i haven't been writing angst lately so i think this is a breather for me as a writer. also, you've provided me with two options for soulmate indicators (red string of fate and last words) i incorporated both indicators cos i think both ideas are great and go well together so i hope you like this~

your fingers fiddle around the sapphire stone that latches your red bracelet as you fixed your eyes at the begging screen of your computer. the screen of your laptop has been flashing the same website for the last twenty minutes or so and you are well aware that you are wasting energy by letting the machine stay awake without touching it. your legs are folded to your chest as your arms hugged around it. subsequently, your chin is resting on top of your knees. the door cracks open, rather violently, to a familiar raven haired boy.

"hey, im here." you jolt in surprise although the tone of his voice is low and calm. your foot pushes against the base of the wooden table where your laptop is to move your swivel chair to the direction of the friendly intruder. your eyes landed to him and right before you could say your greeting a light caramel headed boy peaks his head at the side of the door frame.

"yaku?" you say. your eyebrow tilting in surprise.

"hi." he flashes you a teeth showing smile. his eyes almost disappearing as he does so. "i heard about the admission test so brought something extra for you." hearing the word 'admission test' from someone makes your heart drop to the floor. you have been friends with yakuㅡwith the whole nekoma team, to be precise, but hearing it from someone other than kuroo feels odd. your bond with the latter is on another level of comfort. usually, he's the first person you approach when serious topics are needed to be discussed. yaku pulls out what seems like a bottle of champagne behind his back. "please, empty this bottle whatever happens." he shoots you a gentle smile that it almost feels like a reassuring hug that everything will be alright.

"sure, as you say so." you reply with a smile on your face. with his tender words you were able to pick your heart back up from the ground and fix it right inside your chest again. it feels good to have people cheering you on without the pressure of expectations. you feel accepted despite your shortcomings.

"i have somewhere to go so ill leave you both, bye!" yaku pushes the bottle to kuroo's chest and by instinct he grips around it with caution using his forearm. you mirror yaku as he waves you goodbye. you shift your eyes to kuroo who's standing awkwardly near the entrance of your apartment. you noticed a pizza box in one hand and a plastic bag on his other hand.

"pizza and ice cream?" your eyes widen at the food he brought. he knew about the events today and he even offered staying with you throughout the process without you uttering a request to him but you didn't expect him to bring food as well.

"im glad you finally noticed my existence." he says making his way to the kitchen. he continues, "good thing i brought my favorite ice cream flavor instead of what you want. i feel so unappreciated." you find it cute how he blabbers about not getting half of your attention when yaku appeard by the door.

"no way, you brought mint choco?!" your feet touches the ground as it pushes your wheeled chair near the kitchen to see kuroo in full sight.

"yes way." he nods as he removes the tab from the plastic bag.

"no! who eats mint choco anyways?!" you put your face in your hands as you imagine the taste of toothpaste in your mouth.

"i was kidding! and mint choco does not taste like toothpaste! god, you hurt my feelings twice in a row." he flips the cover of the ice cream to your direction so you could read the lid. "it's two-in-one tub. one is mint choco the other is cookies and cream. it's both of our favorites in one so i thought it's best to buy this."

a smile creeps to your face. the room is filled with silence as you keep your eyes at the boy navigating in your kitchen. he opens the fridge with one hand while his other puts the ice cream inside the freezer. you've been friends with him the longest. you stopped counting years once you reached a full decade, arguing that it's pointless to count your history with him when you know you'd spend the rest of your future with him. he grabs a glass from the cupboard. you bite your bottom lips when a smile grows. he peers at you sees your face. he questions it.

"what?" he furrows his eyebrows at you.

"i made you cucumber and lemon water. it's in the bottom layer of the fridge." his body immediately jolts up and his eyes glimmered in joy. he loves drinking 'flavored water' when he's eating greasy food like pizza, though, you had no idea about him bringing food. so, everything was a coincidence which makes the whole thing more surprising. "you have a weird taste." you murmur to yourself as you pull yourself back to your desk, smiling to yourself as your mind replays his reaction in your head.

"i heard you." he says shortly after joining you. he places the glass with cucumber water on your table before bringing an extra chair from the kitchen.

"i made it sure you heard me." you bicker, watching him grab onto his drink and sit in the chair.

"ill give you a pass today." he says through the rim of the glass. he rolls his eyes at you before he turns his face to the other side, throwing his head back as he drinks.

you have always been his loudest cheer on the court whenever he has a match. you were always ready to risk your vocal chords for him as you continuously cheer him on. in truth, the crowd knows you as the number one fan of the raven boy and you never bothered being labeled as the passionate lover of the captain of nekoma. although, the word lover in those two words were only platonic. both of you often catch a dating rumour but you two would always clear it off by saying that you're only 'bestfriends'. and it's true. it has always been true; or it's how you wanted to believe in.

however, today kuroo is making his loudest cheer. the roles are reversed as he plays the role of the passionate lover of the pending medicine student. his way of cheering you on isn't through his voice but rather through proximity. he makes sure to be with you during an important event in your life. he wanted to witness it with his own eyes and that's his way of saying he's got your back.

"when does it come out?" he says after gulping his drink in one go. the bottom lid of the glass cries in a loud tud as it meets with the wooden table. you peer at the digital clock on your desk.

3:58pm

"around 4pm so anytime now." you shudder at the thought. your pending doom is at bay. in any minute now it's either you're screaming in triumph or crying in despair. you inhale and your airways tightens. you heart beats fast although you are sedentary to your seat. beads of sweat start to form on your forehead and your palms went cold.

"kuroo, i can't do it." your voice came out in a whimper. you turn your body to him and instantly burry your face on his shoulder. his fingers interlocks with you hair before gently patting the back of your head.

"shh, it'll be alright. whatever the result is im proud of you. you worked hard and did your best. that alone is remarkable and is something to be proud of." he hushes you and you face digs deeper. you can feel the tears starting to pool on your bottom eyelids. you don't want to cry because once you start crying it takes forever for you to stop. as if the universe wanted to see more of your distress, your laptop dings when notification went off. your hand instantly finds it way up to his biceps. you squeeze it hard as your heartbeat starts to deafen your senses.

"hey, breathe." he notices anxiety and fear starting to engulf your thinking.

"i-i can't do it." you plea to him. you never liked this side of yourself since you always appear strong and competent in the eyes of everyone but with kuroo you never felt the need to protect your vulnerability. with him, it never feels wrong to be you.

"do you want me to check it?" he nears his mouth to your ears. his voice soothing the tension that surrounds you. your back curves down and your fingers dig further into his skin. you nod. you feel his body lean forward as he reaches for your laptop. you hear a few clicks here and there before the room falls silent once again. the air chokes you as you realize he's probably looking at the results now. he pushes you by the shoulders, your back still crunched down and your chin glued to your chest. you frown at the sudden motion.

"look at me." his finger tilts your head up to face him. your eyes lock with his but the tears resting on your lids blurry your vision. suddenly, he smiles so wide like a mad man. "we are eating that fucking pizza." your eyebrow twitches up at his vague statement and your mouth ajar as he pushes himself off to stand. "you fucking passed, you smart idiot! you got into medicine school! what the actual fuck?!" he screams on top of his lungs. his hands are on his head, bewildered by the situation. he looks at your frozen state. he turns your swivel chair around to your laptop and he crunches down to level your gaze. "read it."

your eyes scan at the huge 'congratulations' written in green and immediately jumps from your seat in euphoria. you didn't even bothered finishing the sentence as you rush to kuroo's embrace and began jumping together. the both of you looking like fools as you both scream and jump in unison.

kuroo witnessed every bit of your sleepless nights and bottomless coffee drinks as you review for medical school. from the beginning, becoming a doctor has always been your goal and being a great volleyball player was his'. both of you made a promise to support each other in your journey to reach your goals. that being said, when you were reviewing for medical school admission test he was your cadaverㅡa living breathing cadaver. to be fair, he makes a great cadaver since he has a lean body so it's easier for you to name parts in an actual person. you would make him stand still in your apartment, topless, as you point on different sections and parts of a human body.

"cervical, thoracic, lumbar, and sacral." you say as you trail your finger from his neck down his tailbone. "four sections of the spine." you mutter to yourself.

"you're just finding an excuse to touch me." he says turning his head to face you. you slightly leap to your toes as you aim for the back of his head. your hand pushes his head down.

"fuck off, kuroo." you scowl at him. he laughs at your disgusted face. his torso turns to you and your eyes immediately land on the side of his ribs, reading the words engraved on his skin.

"stay with me." the words fall out of your mouth as you read it. everyone in this world is born with words or phrases permanently written at the right side of their ribs. those words are said to be the last words of your soulmate. paired with that is a red bracelet that hangs on your wrist. it's known as the red string of fate. it's a simple red leather cord bracelet embellished with a birth stone latch. every child upon birth is taken to the highest scared mountain in japan that is said to be the nearest connection to heaven. parents bring their child's umbilical cord for it to be preserved inside a birthstone then tied around a red bracelet. it is believed that a soulmate's soul are bounded together until conception. so, the umbilical cord symbolizes the moment the two souls separate. however, when your other half dies your bracelet, otherwise known as the red string of fate, breaks apart along with the birthstone that connects it. your eyes peer at kuroo and a soft smile plays on your lips.

"sounds like you're a heartbreaker." you tease him.

"i refuse to believe that. im a good boy, i don't go around breaking hearts." you snort as he swats your hand off him. he squints his eyes at you. "what does your says?" you tilt your head in confidence. you pull your shirt up just enough for him to see the words.

"i love you." he whispers to himself as he reads it. he immediately recoils. "your soulmate is a sucker! they're a walking hopeless romantic cliché!" you ball your fist and jokingly punches his side.

"aw, what was that?!" he rubs on the spot where your jab landed.

"right lumbar region of your abdominal quadrant! it's where the ascending colon, small intestine, and right kidney are found!" your voice increases as you shoot him an angry look.

"you look stupid." he laughs at your creased face.

the overjoyed jumping and screaming have finally died down so you push kuroo at an arm length, tilting your head up to see his face.

"i made a deal with myself if i passed the test." you say still hugging him. your intertwined hands fall right the at curve of his lower back. you smile at him as you continue, "im treating you out."

"really?" his smile grows wider. "treating me to what?"

"the chill top at the hotel you've been eyeing since day one."

"that's expensive!" he lets go of the hug as he looks down at you intently.

"for my expensive boy." you wink at him. you free yourself from him. you pull out your phone from the pocket of your sweatpants. "im making a reservation. meet me at 10pm?"

"sure." he says. you share glances for a few seconds as if he wanted to say something but it's taking him time to decide. so, you wait for him. after a few seconds the corners of his lips pulls up and his eyes coated with affection. he speaks again. "i made a deal with myself too."

"oh, great minds think alike?" you say making him air laugh.

"it's not as grand as yours, though. i told myself if you passed it it's a sign that i have to tell you it."

"what's 'it'?" you ask.

"meet me at 10pm?" he repeats your words. you are already dying in curiosity with what he is planning on telling you but you figured it's best to follow his plan.

"okay." you say through your smile.

time rolls out quicker than you intended. you spent the last two hours before 10pm with just trying to pick a nice outfit. you powdered your face and styled your hair differently today. you made sure to come to the chill top first just so you could calm your nerves down because for some reasons you feel anxious yet euphoric all at the same time. your eyes scan at time flashed on the screen of your phone.

9:45pm

he still has a couple of minutes before ten. your screen burns brighter when a text pops in. you click on the inbox icon to read.

"i made my final stop over." you frown at the word 'stop over'. you type in a reply.

"stop over?? aren't you coming from your place?" you hit send before placing your phone down on the table. randomly, the rain starts to pour. good thing, the roof of the chill top is transparent so you're covered from the rain and at the same time you could still see the sky. your phone beeps.

"geez, it's raining hard." kuroo sent a text.

"drive safely, please. don't worry about the reservation im already at our table."

"now i feel worse. sorry for making you wait."

"i dont care about the wait!! eyes on the road!!" you put the screen of your phone down. your phone vibrates again but you refuse to pick it up. if we keep texting back there's no way he's leaving his phone.

the dj has played tons of music from various artists and you even sang to a few of them as you wait for him. the rain hasn't stopped yet so you decided to watch it pour to kill time. maybe it's just the vibe of the weather but your mind goes through the idea of kuroo and you. the only reason you denied rumours and feelings for him is because you didn't want to put him in a spotlight. for a person like kuroo who finds it hard to warm up to a romantic relationship, it's almost impossible for him to think about the possibility of the two of you. contrary to him, your mind went through those thoughts countless times usually fueled by your other friends who questions your platonic relationship with him. you love his company and you most certainly value your relationship with him more than anyone in this world. honestly, you'd choose him in a heartbeat both romantically and platonically. undoubtly, he would do the same platonically but in terms of romance, everything is a blur for you. besides, you have no courage to bring it up since you didn't want to ruin the friendship.

your phone rings, continuously, signaling you an incoming call. you turn your phone over and kenma's name reads on the screen. you are confused at the sudden phonecall. kenma isn't the phonecall type of guy and you know that.

"hello?" you voice came out slow.

"____, hi." he's breathless. "is kuroo there? he said he'd meet you up by ten but it's twenty minutes before eleven." you pull your phone away from your ear and your screen flashes the time.

10:38pm. shit.

your finger glides through your screen then taps on the message icon. you read his last text that was sent around 9:53pm.

"im near the hotel, can't wait to see you!" your heart drops.

"kenma, around 9:53pm he sent me a text saying he's near the hotel. he wouldn't call a 30 minutes distance 'near', right? no, wait. maybe he's joking. you know we tease each other a lot." you managed to let out a deflated laugh to lighten up the mood.

"no, you don't understand." his tone is flat and unnerving. the music played by the dj starts to muffle as you shift your focus to kenma's voice. your fingers press harder on the back of your phone against your ear. "yaku gave him a lift today because the brakes of his car is a bit wonky. it does work well on dry pavement but not on slippery streets. he didn't expect it to rain tonight that's why he insisted on driving. i tried to stop him but instead he promised to send me a text when he gets there but until now, still no text." your eyes study the rain pouring on the roof of the chill top.

"he should've told me! i could've give him a ride." you heart hammers against your chest as you pull your eyes down to the table. he's so stupid for making that decision. he's so stupid for being careless. he's stupid for making you both worry.

"he didn't want to because he had plans before before meeting with you. he said it will spoil the fun." kenma says and you're loss for words. both of you have no idea where kuroo is and if he's okay. your phone vibrates again. you tear the device away from your ear to scan the caller i.d.

unknown number.

"kenma, someone's calling me ill call you back later." you quickly say and hears kenma bid you a soft goodbye. you finger instantly swipes over the answer button, hoping that it's kuroo who just ran out of phone battery.

"hello?" you utter.

"hello, ____? you are the recent contact of the E.R. patient who just got here." a middle aged woman says from the other line. your mind shuts off the moment she said 'patient'.

"patient?" your voice came out in a whimper, more like a plea for her to tell you otherwise.

"yes, i believe his name is kuroo tetsuro. a man around 20s, athlete, and he's driving a car going to mizuka hotel around 10pm before the accident happened. he's in the emergency room right now. he had severe bleeding when he came in but he's doing better."

"can you please tell me the address of the hospital.' you manage to say though your fingers start to shake and you're sitting at the edge of your seat. you seem lose control over your limbs as your other hand start to rummage inside your bag, searching for a pen and paper. you hand clutches on a ballpen and you immediately grab the tissue lying on the table. you squeeze the phone between your shoulder and you ear as you write down the address the woman was saying. you bid her goodbye and instantly dialed kenma's number. he answers after one ring.

"kenma." your voice quivers and soon enough tears start rolling down your cheeks. "he's in the hospital." you hear kenma curse under his breath.

"text me the address ill get there as soon as possible. if you need to keep the line active then don't worry about it. ill keep you company. please, drive safely." you shoot up from your seat before grabbing your bag. you hear keys tinkling from the other line.

"you too." your feet takes you out of the restaurant.

you see kenma by the nurse's station. you figured he arrived first since the hospital is nearer his place but he's considerate enough to wait for you since he knows your current unruly state. you approach the station with him. your hands fixed at the marble top. a nurse with a bright smile attends to you.

"patient kuroo tetsuro? car accident." you hurriedly say with your eyes wide waiting for the nurse to reply.

"farthest end." she slightly leans forward to you before raising her hand to point. "the patient with a bouquet resting between his legs." the nurse smiles in endearment as she shakes her head.

"a what?" maybe it's just your mind not processing everything clearly or did you hear the nurse say bouquet?

"come on." kenma grunts before pulling you by the wrist.

you reach the farthest cubicle of the emergency room. each cubicle is separated by a white curtain. your fingers coil around the white linen as you shut your eyes close before pulling it open. you don't move and you even let go of the curtain in your grip. you don't want to see kuroo in this state. you don't know if you could take seeing him pooled with blood and beaten up. you just can't. you never imagined for this day to come, not even in your nightmares.

"why are you shutting your eyes close?" a familiar voice calls for your attention making you abruptly peels your eyes. you vision lands on a towering man lying on a blood stained bed. you hands cover your mouth as you examine his physical state.

"what did the doctor say? are you okay?" you say through your cupped mouth as you inch your way next to him. the view upclose is even more upsetting. you can see bruises around his temples and at the crest of his cheeks. his bottom lip is cracked and swollen. a needle is pierced through back of his hand and it leads up to a bag of blood hanged next to his bed. he smiles at you.

"in a few minutes now they will run a test on me 'cause when i came here i was excessively bleeding without an open wound. they mentioned something about a possible trauma. im not sure. you understand those things better than me." he smirks at you before winking. he's being playful despite the pain he's feeling. he continues,

"for the record, kenma, i was a careful and slow driver. a car hit a trailer truck who raced to beat the red light. so, the container it was carrying fell on us. i knew you'd scold me but it isn't my fault, okay."

"still, you shouldn't have drived but i'll scold you later." kenma says rolling his eyes at him.

"because i have to drop by a shop. that being said, do me a favor and turn around and cover your ears i have something to tell ____ before i go." kuroo says and you cringe at the word 'go'. it could mean more than just leaving you two behind for tests. you can't help but despise his choice of word. surprisingly, kenma obliges. his small back faces the two of you as he covers his ears with his hands.

"save it later." you brush him off as your way of jinxing the bad omen you felt. the you don't like the way he speaks like it's uttering his last statements. you can't bear hearing him say those things. you'd like to keep an open mind by thinking of the future.

"no, i feel the need to say it now." kuroo's tone of voice shifts. you bite your jaw as you furrow your eyebrows at him. he crunches forward to reach for the flower bouquet between his legs. "for you." he places it next to you before flashing you a smile.

"you don't have to." you say and in an instant your cheeks are painted with tears as you sob between words. your other hand clutches on the stem of the roses while the other squeezes his hand.

"i love you." the three words came out of his mouth. your hand lets go of the bouquet to reach of his face. your fingers trail from the top of his head down to his jawline. your chest staggers between cries. your face nears his'. your lips find its way to his swollen ones. his eyes flutter close when you slowly inch your way to plant a kiss on his mouth. your lips gently touches with his', careful enough not to cause him pain. his lips are soft despite the cracks. it's your first time kissing him intimately. you draw back from the peck and lock eyes with him. his pupils are dilated and tears start to pool at the bottom of his eyelids. albeit, he keeps a smile.

"so, please." you swallow the lump in your throat and your finger grips tighter around hand. "stay with me."

the moment the realized the weight of the words spoken, you begin to panic. the soulmate indicator. the last words engraved on our ribs. he's your soulmate. your instantly pull your wandering thoughts when kuroo chokes on blood and begins spitting it out of his mouth. his muscles stiffens and begins to shake. he's having a seizure. you let go of his hand to examine his eyes.

"kuroo, stay with me. keep your eyes open. im right here." the seizures stops and your fingers press against his pulse while the back of your hand is under his nose. he's not breathing. you push yourself up to his bed. your knees at the side of his hips. your dominant hand intertwines between the crack of your other hand. you look at kenma who held a horrified face.

"kenma! tell the doctors the patient is on cardiac arrest!" you shout at him to pull him back to his sense. he turns his head to you, his mouth gaped open as he runs out of the cubicle. you begin to perform CPR.

"i love you too i haven't told you that yet" your joined hand press down to his chest.

"don't die on me, kuroo, please. you told me you are not the type to go around beaking hearts but you're breaking my heart right now!" you scream at him before putting your fingers back to his pulse but still no sign of a heartbeat. you go through another round of chest compressions.

"DAMN IT, KUROO! DON'T FUCKING DIE ON ME!" you voice heightens as the heels of your hand press harder down to his chest. his mouth falls open and you begin to tremble in fear. a nurse pulls you down from the bed and ushered kenma to keep you at a distance. the doctors and nurses conduct their work simultaneously.

your knees touch the ground in defeat and you whole body feels numb. the remains of his blood stained your hand and you're left with nothing to do but stare at it. kenma kneels down next to you. his hand is rubbing your back while he keeps is eyes glued to kuroo's cubicle.

soon after, a doctor emerges and walks toward the two of you. he anchors his stethoscope around his neck and mutters the words you badly didn't want to hear.

"im sorry for your loss."

you back heaves up and down as you try to catch your breath between howls. kenma pulls you into an embrace. you rest your forehead at the crook of his shoulder as you grip onto his skin. he runs his hand through your hair trying to calm you down even though he can't stop himself from wailing. a few moments later, he pushes you back at an arm length.

"you should take this." his voice is wornout and heavy. his hand digs inside the pocket of his pants. he pulls out a red bracelet. "i saw this on the floor when i came back with the doctors." he holds the back of your hand before flipping it over. the red leather and cold stone touches your palm. when his hand leaves, your eyes welcome your broken red bracelet. your birthstone is in pieces and the red string of fate is unlatched.

your soulmate is gone.

a/n: how do i move on,, i just killed,, kuroo.. and it was my first time writing him. nOOO please while i was conceptualizing the plot i was trying to look for ways not to kill him but no,, it's part of the story (╥﹏╥) i even considered turning him into a ghost lmao. anyway, this is my longest one shot EVER so im really happy if you managed to stick from the start all the way to the end. likes and rbs are very much appreciated and as always thanks for reading~

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[kovjiro]

Out of My League - an Aran Ojiro x chubby female reader SMAU - College!AU

Synopsis: Commitment can be scary, especially when the only taste of actual commitment has come through your three best friends. An absentee father and cruel classmates can do that to you - no foundational trust in men, only sustained by male counterparts continually making fun of you for your size and weight. You’re ready for change, though, and maybe change will come; as you set out for university in a new city miles away from your horrid adolescence, change is inevitable. A chance at growth, at love, and new adventures await you in this new part of your life but, really, you’d never think to find this all with the upperclassmen you’d deemed out of your league.

Warnings(for this chapter): written chapter, self-deprecating thoughts, underage alcohol consumption, explicit depictions of being drunk, very much angst, reader is big sad (Refer to masterlist for complete list of warnings for this SMAU

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“It’s Kiyoko and Yachi, right?” you call out over the heavy base and electronic beats blasting throughout the room.

Earlier that evening you made your way to Aran’s dorm, along with Suna, Osamu, and Atsumu. Upon arriving Aran announced to all of you that a few friends would be coming along, two members of his frat and their first-year friend. Aran had seen the worry on your face, however, and didn’t hesitate to come up to you and reassure you of your worries. “They’ll love you, hun, I promise.”

His words eased your nerves a bit but meeting new people isn’t always a fun experience - there is no telling when someone will judge you because of what they see. They had been nice enough at first meet so now, here at the party a couple of shots in and one drink down, you have the confidence to let loose.

“That’s us,” the tall one with black hair says, who you deduce is Kiyoko. She’s insanely attractive in a mature and sophisticated sense, her aura demanding respect yet offering a sense of comfort as well. Beside her stands a small blonde girl, who you’ve been informed is the first-year friend and her underclassmen from high school. Yachi’s demeanor is completely different from that of Kiyoko, looking almost out of place with her uncapped drink in her hand. Regardless, there is no ignoring how breathtaking they both are in their own right.

“Y/n, yeah?” Kiyoko counters before taking a sip of her drink. “Aran has told me a lot about you.”

“Really?” Don’t get your hopes up, for the love of all things sacred and holy, don’t break your own heart. “All good things I hope.” Kiyoko fervently nods as if to relieve you of any fear, saying, “Aran always speaks highly of his friends back home.”

Oh yeah, friend. It’s not like every time he’s come to your aid, every time he’s offered words of praise or encouragement, every time he’s held you close to his chest with your heart beats seemingly syncing together ever meant anything more to him - you’re just his friend, just like the many other friends he apparently talks so highly of. You’ve known this for years so why does it hurt so much?

Just as you’re about to respond, someone comes bounding up to the three of you. “They’re doing jaegerbombs over at the bar, you girls coming?” Speak of the devil… “C’mon, y/n, i know you can down those like a champ,” Aran pushes, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you to his side.

Maybe it’s the atmosphere of the cramped party filled to the brim with sweaty bodies bouncing and yelling, maybe it's the alcohol beginning to get to your head, or maybe it’s both and then some, but Aran’s presence is overwhelming and not in the good way. Where you’d usually feel over the moon to be near him you now find yourself feeling… annoyed? Upset? Absolutely devastated? In reality, though, you brought this on yourself because who could ever like you, the fat friend? Definitely not someone like Aran.

“Yup, that’s right, friend,” you say, mustering as convincing a laugh as you can. Not convincing enough because Aran cautiously chuckles all while squinting questioningly at you. “Yeah… friend.”

An awkward beat passes amongst the four of you but Kiyoko is quick to act, grasping your hand in one of hers and grabbing Yachi with the other. “Let’s get this party rolling, shall we?” she exclaims as she pulls you both to the make-shift bar the frat boys put together. As soon as she’s pulled you out of hearing range, Kiyoko leans closer to ask, “You good?” Her eyes convey just how much she’s gathered - you’re hurting.

What a horrible situation to be in - finding out your long-term crush only thinks of you as a friend in the midst of a night out. How will you get over this hurt, this heartbreak? Probably never. There is no cure for a broken heart.

But wait. There is. And you’re walking towards it right now.

“I will be,” you conclude.

In no time you’re standing in between Kiyoko and Yachi at the bar and what happens after is too much of a blur to make out. The first shot the three of you take together, the mixture of liquor and redbull hitting you in an instant. Your mind is running a mile a minute but it seems to be working - you’re numb. And so you have another, whatever it takes to forget why you were so upset a few moments ago. Two quickly becomes three, the same way three eventually becomes four then five then six.

In the haze that comes with being drunk you live the next moments oblivious to your surroundings. You miss when the twins and Suna join you guys right after Aran, you miss when Aran’s frat brother Sugawara appears and takes a shot with all of you, you miss - or perhaps ignore - when Osamu tells you to chill on the drinking. “You trying to die or something?” is what he says verbatim but his words don’t register in your imbibed brain.

What you don’t miss is Aran talking to a girl at the end of the bar and suddenly everything hits you tenfold - the hurt, the ache, the alcohol. Maybe if you weren’t so inebriated you would have noticed that he was only trying to help her out - apparently you aren’t the only person drunk off their ass at this party, who would have thought? All your mind can comprehend is that Aran is talking to someone other than you, a harsh reminder that you are - and probably always will be - the ‘friend.’

He comes to you then, speaking words you understand yet cannot comprehend, head spinning and vision blurring - maybe you should have listened to Osamu. He leaves you there at the bar and it crushes your heart all over again - didn’t he promise to be there for you? The alcohol has complete control of your body as you take a step in his direction but it’s as if the ground has moved out from underneath you. Two people are quick to your sides though and manage to keep you from hitting the ground. Who is that?

“Samu? Suna?” you manage to gurgle out, tongue feeling heavy and lips completely senseless. “No, honey, it’s Kiyoko and Suga. I think you’ve had enough for tonight, think it’s time to head home. Can you tell me where your dorm is?”

You know what she’s saying but your thoughts are jumbled, your dorm be damned. Where’s Aran? “I-I need to go- go see him,” you blurt out as you attempt to get out of their hold. You lose your balance as you take a step forward but they’re there to keep you from collapsing. They begin to drag you along to who-knows-where and you have no choice but to let yourself be carried, mumbling about how you need to see him and it hurts. It has to be the alcohol that’s making you spew nonsense, more so when you start crying because how could he only think of you as a friend, just a friend? Had it all meant nothing to him? Maybe you just misread everything, but you had been sure there was something there.

Or you’re the one in the wrong this time around, obviously, to even begin thinking Aran would be different. Every person you meet is unable to get past what’s on the exterior so why would this be any different? The idea of Aran reciprocating such feelings is an act of projection, simply put.

Your mind is a dark and negative spiral of harmful thoughts, reminding you of all that you’re not and why that is just not enough for Aran - for anyone, even. Yachi attempts to console you as Kiyoko and Suga place you on your bed? No, definitely not your bed. You may be wasted out of your mind but you’re cognizant to your surroundings that are in no way familiar at the moment. The three of them are able to reduce you from loud cries to soft whimpers in some time and eventually you’re all off to bed but you know deep inside of you everything will be different come tomorrow. How long would you continue being alright with being just a friend?

Credits:

raise your hand if you, too, have drunk your feelings and ended up crying

you've always held on to the hope that aran liked you too

he had always treated you differently than other guys

kiyoko, suga, and yachi>>>

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[milkyoomi]

nothing’s gonna hurt you.

suna knows what's best for you, he's your boyfriend after all. he’s just trying to take care of you, so why do you keep trying to run away?

wc: 813

tw: yandere!suna, implied sex, light dacryphilia, implied noncon, drug use, abuse, he kinda uses u as an ashtray for a sec

note: was listening to cigarettes after sex and thus this was born <3

you've been planning it for weeks, throwing yourself at him in any way that would have him put his guard down and trust you more. it was almost domestic in the way you would press your lips against his every morning and have a warm dinner ready for him when he got home from practice. oh, how naive you were to think he didn't know what was going on in your stupid little head, but of course he'd play along.

one night, you willingly let him have his way with you; a night without fighting back. your warm body moved with his so sinfully in the dark that he conveniently forgot to chain you to the headboard as he usually does every night before bed. it was immensely entertaining to see how far he could push your limits. he relished in seeing your form squirm underneath him in discomfort and your poor attempt to mask it with feigned pleasure. suna's heart swelled with love at the thought that you would push yourself to such lengths just to make him happy. but you're the real asshole here, you know that? you'll be nice for a little bit just to leave him high and dry.

the following morning was when you attempted to execute the biggest step of your plan. two hours have passed since he had left for practice before you deemed it safe to step outside into the open world that you've missed dearly—but why were you so surprised to see that he was waiting for you?

he lied to you. you realize it when you're met face to face with him the moment you opened the front door. suna didn't have practice today.

you're a brave one, he'll admit that. in all the months that he's kept you, you have never cried once even when you were at your wit's end from him toying with your mind every night. you were always a fighter and as much as he loved that about you, it grew frustratingly tiresome over time. so the pathetic tears that streamed down your pretty flushed cheeks as you begged suna for forgiveness had blood rushing straight to his cock. there was not a glimmer of hope left in your eyes as you broke down in front of him.

his hands placed themselves on your shoulders and sweetly picked you up to lead you back inside the house, leaving your shattered will to be swept away by the cold wind. "you know what i have to do now, right?" he whispered into your ear. your sobs only grew louder when you felt the outline of his erection press against your back. the dam you had diligently built up finally crumbled down into nothing and he planned on wringing you dry. "i just want to take care of you, but this is what happens for trying to take advantage of me."

tonight is the same as almost every night you've spent with suna since day one; your naked form is seated on the floor in between his legs—broken down, bruised, and bound to the legs of the couch. he grants you the mercy of letting you keep your back towards him.

smoke billows around gently throughout the room with his every exhale. the slow music from suna's playlist intermingles with the soft clinks around your ankles whenever you move. his free hand idly plays with your hair. your throat is raw from crying.

disgust churns darkly in your stomach when he leans forward to sing into your ear, "nothing's gonna hurt you, baby…" you feel suna's bloodshot eyes burn holes into the side of your head. the blunt between his fingers trails up your shoulder causing smoke to swirl gracefully around your trembling form. he thinks you look pretty like this, steadily ghosting its warmth over your skin until slowly pushing the lit end into the delicate flesh of your neck right beside the hickey he left on you last night.

suna squeezes a large hand around your throat before you can cry out in agony from the blistering pain. his grip pulls your face in an uncomfortable angle that forces your despondent teary eyes to look up at him. his thumb brushes over your quivering cut lip and you're afraid he'll reopen the wound with the pressure he puts on it. "as long as you're with me, you'll be fine." the lyrics are pressed against your bruised lips in a one-sided kiss.

your body won't stop shaking at the sickening tenderness in suna's voice. you can't tell if he's being sincere or mocking you with the way he lovingly traces his lips along your swollen discolored cheek, humming softly to the tune that bounces off the walls.

you hate this song.

you hate him.

but he likes you much better like this.

"nothing's gonna take you from my side."

[k3lynn]

Haikyuu Boys As Songs ||

oikawa, suna, tendou

cw: FUCKBOY OIKAWA AND SUNA, swearing, mention of sex, drugs, etc, the good stuff, also sort of angsty for some pieces

a/n: I’ve seen lot’s of people do this so I figured it was sort of a trend, seemed really fun so I wanted to hop on board- if you know who did it first please pm me so I can credit and tag them <3 oh yeah! I finally finished working on my masterlist- please check it out if you like <3

this is all non-canon, and I ABSOLUTELY do not actually think actual oikawa, suna, and tendou do some these things/believe some of these things, just fun and gives me their overall vibes, I’m just writing a story with it lmao- I really should have titled this “fuckboy oikawa and Suna ft. baby Tendou” because DAMNN lol- NOT PROOF READ this is more of a f! reader type of thing but I could always do a male, non-binary, gender fluid, etc. reader with no problem if requested!

OIKAWA- (fuckboy- /hj)

Don’t Tell Em- Jeremih

my reasoning for this is the fact that oikawa’s ex girlfriend was only ever mentioned once, and just by his nephew (when they had just broken up)

there could have been conversations off screen/panel or something- but I have a really big hunch oikawa just barely talked/interacted with her in public

MAYBE people knew he had a girlfriend (although obviously by the sheer amount of people in his fan base they don’t care)

or MAYBE he kept her a secret- reasoning with himself that it was to “protect their image” and that’s why he said he didn’t know what he did wrong

ANYWAYS HEADCANON OIKAWA FUCKBOY STARTS HERE- will probably make this into a full fic

would probably want to keep your relationship a secret for 2 reasons

1) his fanbase and image

2) he’s not looking for anything other than someone he can go to when he’s “bored” iykyk

type who will promise you things and try and convince you to not leave him because it’s “what’s the best” for you two

“Why would you? Just keep the rythym” would be him asking why your relationship even has to be public in the first place- when he thinks you guys are perfectly ok how you are right now

The Hills- The Weeknd

do I even have to say anything

oikawa may use you as a crutch to fall back on when he’s so broken from volleyball

“When I’m fucked up, that’s the real me”

He keeps this image of the most ideal guy in front of almost everyone every day, he must get tired

he knows you know he doesn’t actually want you-

that’s why he doesn’t feel bad when he breaks your heart

he never promised you anything

“I only love it when you touch me, not feel me”

self explanatory- sex not feelings please

I Was All Over Her- Salvia Palth

lyric by lyric LETS GO!

“We didn’t make out, or do anything. I just remembered, I was lonely.”

Oikawa gets all over people- not sexually or romantically, but in a way to distract himself from the fact that they may not like him for who he truly is

he’s lonely

“It’s not a problem”

it doesn’t bother him- he’s so used to the perfect setter boy image, he refuses to show the same part of him that is actually breaking

“Every stranger makes me feel safer, and every person seems more beautiful”

Iwa mentioned Oikawa rarely ever smiles with actual joy behind it

The strangers (fanbase) around him make him smile all the time, not because he’s happy, but because it won’t hurt to disappoint the people he doesn’t try and know

He doesn’t want to care what you think

SUNA- (fuckboy- /hj)

Swang- Rae Sremmurd

sis stop it right now he’s going to make you cry

There’s not some deep hidden meaning behind it, he just doesn’t seem like the person to care if you hate him or not

Canonly more expressive with his thoughts-

I quote “wishing he could find a reason to poke fun at Kita or make snarky remarks against Tsukishima and Tanaka.”

so when he has the chance to make fun of you- COUNT HIM IN

secretly thinks you hang out with all of them because you want to get in all their pants

“she want the whole crew, shawty brave”

Fast- Sueco The Child

again- he thinks you’re dumb girl that just wants his dick and his clout

(Ik damn well he uses the word clout)

he doesn’t think his personally is all that special (nor does he care) so you’re obviously just wanting to fuck around

THOT!- Tokyo’s Revenge

“You’ll probably fuck the team if someone slide you a lil’ bean hoe.

BYEEEE BAHAHA WONT EVEN EXPLAIN

“She gon' suck the skin off the dick, love me not”

He’ll keep you around in case he wants to fwy a little BAHA-

TENDOU-

Faucet Failure-Ski Mask The Slump God

Take a listen and tell me it isn’t Tendou

it’s because it’s not- ITS THE FACT HE WOULD BE YELLING OUT THE SONG IN THE HALLWAYS BYE-

chaotic energy that is perfect for him

watch him just point at himself during a game and belt out “WHO’S THIS HE SHOULD BE IN COCKPIT”

Walking On A Dream- Empire of The Sun

He cares about Ushi so much- they’re complete opposites and yet fit eachother so well

Tendou understands Ushijima’s stoicness, just like Ushi understands Tendou’s “oddness”

He’s odd. He knows that- and has come to love it (as he should)

“Don't stop, just keep going on. I'm your shoulder, lean upon”

*Timeskip Spoiler* they still keep in touch all the time 🥺 Tendou is so proud to be able to watch him on TV and say “that’s my best friend”

So when Ushi needed someone to talk to, he was there

The song itself is about the writers strong friendship with his bandmate-

And just like that, it’s perfect in describing Tendou and Ushi

Tendou appreciates him so much, he has filled a huge, special, and emotional role in his life

“Two people become one.”

Peaches- Milk and Bone

“Don’t give a fuck about what they say, I turn around and ask ‘Hey is my hair okay?’”

No matter how much we work on our confidence, there will be moments where we all slip and get a feeling of insecurity again.

It’s perfectly normal. Don’t beat yourself over it.

“We paint our faces like you've never seen- Yeah I know, it's not even Halloween”

I find this representing of the fact that Tendou does not care if people see him as creepy or a monster anymore

You’ve never seen someone like him before

It’s fun, it’s crazy, it’s like you’re going 80 mph and hit a speed bump

It’s perfectly Tendou

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