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chill-boreas · 4 years ago

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𝔄𝔩𝔩 ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯 ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔰

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ⇒ in which the kids at the orphanage weren’t the only ones on Santa’s Nice list this year. 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙨 ⇒ fluff, fem reader x Atsumu

Happy holidays to you all and especially to @kozutenshi who was also on Santa’s Nice list this year.

a @babythotshq mini collab.

enjoy & remember to stay chilly ❄️

“Are we there yet? Don’t tell me yer actually taking me out to the woods to murder me?”

The blonde-haired male sitting in the passenger seat let out a loud groan. The compact sedan was perhaps a bit modest on the vertical space it offered, but by no means was it that uncomfortable, Atsumu just liked to complain. But no amount of whining from the big baby could detract from the great day set out ahead of you, so you responded with a sweet smile and playfully rolled your eyes.

“Why would I take you to your neighborhood to get rid of you?”

Atsumu perked up at that. The kilowatt smirk spreading over his lips and making him dangerously handsome, not that you would ever admit that out loud. No one needed to inflate that man child’s ego.

“Hold up, what do ya mean by that?” There was suspicion in his tone as he leaned over the middle console. Personal space was a concept you two were still working on, ever since you took over the management role of the volleyball team Atsumu had struggled to understand the concept and the small car certainly wasn’t helping, but you kept your eyes forward on the road.

“I mean that you talk too much, and I didn’t ask you to come along, you volunteered Sumu.” The playfulness was gone and that at least earned you an unimpressed snort, he obviously didn’t like that answer, and you very obviously didn’t care. Today was not about Miya Atsumu, nor was it about you, it was about the kids you were on your way to visit.

The kids who dreamed so vividly and spoke so passionately and displayed an unshakable kindness even when the world had not treated them in kind. The past six years you had visited the orphanage on Christmas Eve and spent the day doing crafts and passing out gifts, and this year Atsumu decided he was going to tag along.

Something about you being scammed , and something-something about him being bored, anything to save his pride really. As long as he was on his best behavior you didn’t mind, the more company the merrier.

The drive was a bit longer and Atsumu’s frequent whining had drawn it on, but soon enough the red roof of the orphanage was in view and the excitement was radiating off you. The visitor spot was yours to take and no sooner had you put the car in park were you jumping out and hugging the orphanage director. An older woman of short stature that always gave a good sturdy hug.

“Y/N! It’s so great to see you, we’ve all been so excited for Christmas Eve, your smile warms all of us up during these freezing days!”

“I’ve missed you all so much!” You returned the affectionate squeeze she gave you before pulling away and motioned to the clambering idiot behind you,” I brought a friend, the one who plays volleyball, you remember?” And she certainly did, mischief twinkled in those aged eyes of hers as she nodded and waved to Atsumu who took a casual stance beside you.

“Ah, the volleyball player, I take it?” She asked as she wrapped him in a hug he tried to reject. Warmth took to your cheeks and you let out an uncomfortable cough, the trademark Miya smirk filled your vision as Atsumu took to introducing himself.

“Miya Atsumu, but it seems you’ve heard all aboutme.”

“Hardly-“ “I certainly have heard quite a bit! Your achievements are certainly impressive, and I’m inclined to believe them because your arms are as bi-“

“You know introductions are great and all, but short and sweet is really the way to go. Let’s talk inside!” You interjected, throwing the director a look of exasperation that made her chuckle as she sent an obvious wink your way. A groan left your lips and it was the sound of their shared amusement that heralded your arrival.

When you entered the main room of the orphanage the children working on various projects all stopped to look at you. There was a moment of silence as you were given a chance to catch your breath before the kids were upon you. All at once they scrambled out of their seats, abandoning the projects they were working on to run to you. A chorus of “Y/N-San” and “we missed you” echoed in the room as you gave everyone their overdue hugs and followed the group of kids to sit at one of the tables and appraise the snowflakes they were crafting.

A much smaller and more curious group of kids approach Atsumu and the director as you’re occupied,” Are you Y/N’a boyfriend?” “Are you the star?” “Oh you have big arms!” “Can you lift me?”

The questions fire off as they circle around him, the director steps back and offers an encouraging pair of thumbs up to him. Atsumu isn’t sure which question to answer first so he just offers a, “Yes to all of the above.” And the squealing of the older girls tells him it was the appropriate answer.

“Y/N-San always talks about volleyball to us! And says ‘it’s a good thing the captain is handsome’” They giggle and lead Atsumu to a table they’ve claimed for themselves.

“The captain is very handsome, and wise, and good at everything, Y/N is telling the truth.” He chimes in chuckling to himself and participated in making snowflakes without being urged to. This sort of thing was a nice change of pace from the usual day-to-day busy schedule.

Making snowflakes turned into creating gingerbread houses. Atsumu and you led two separate teams. At the behest of Atsumu most of the time and materials were spent trying to sabotage the other house rather than focusing on the project at hand. By the end of the house making the teams had joined forces, a bit more frosting made its way to Atsumu’s face but as you all stepped back to appraise your handiwork a solid house had been erected in the name of peace and teamwork.

“Are you ready to open the presents Y/N and Atsumu-San brought today?” A worker calls out drawing the attention of the kids. They all issue their various forms of “yes” and run off to wash off their hands.

“You fit in with the kids pretty well, ‘Tsumu.” You tease and bump your hip against his. Atsumu gives a hearty chuckle and nods his head.

“I’m learning so much about how much you love the captain of the volleyball team.” He teases back, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. You open your mouth to retort but the return of the kids has your attention immediately redirecting to them, and Atsumu takes the chance to back off towards the perimeter of the room.

The children gathered around the low circular table in the center of the large room. Each of their faces lit up with joy, excitement sparkling in their eyes as you passed out presents to them all. The adults gathered around the table were fueling the excitement with their words of appreciation and gentle reminders for the children to mind their manners. The director stood near the door, un imposing as usual but watched with pride and kindness on her face as she mouthed a ‘Thank You’ when your eyes met.

Across the room the rising star Miya relaxed against a windowsill. His mischievous eyes looking out past the hillside, snow had started sprinkling from the sky and it made him giddy.

The sound of bubbling laughter and unbridled joy drew his eyes back to the center of the room. Where they immediately focused on the woman who had unknowingly crept into his life and his heart.

You. That’s all the stood out to him among the group of people. The way your smile stretched your lips, the cute wrinkle in your nose as you tilted your head back slightly to laugh. How your eyes sparkled with the excitement of a kid on Christmas, and how relaxed you were, how comfortable you looked. Atsumu could feel his own lips tugging into a smile as he watched you, and when your eyes met he felt his heart tug so strongly in that moment it winded him and all he could offer in response to a quirked eyebrow was a half-hearted smirk.

There was no denying it anymore.

And when it came time to part with the kids he offered them a warm goodbye. It was your turn to watch in awe as the usually sarcastic and infuriating Ace opened his heart a little bit to the kids of the orphanage, accepting their send-offs and squeezing the Director so warmly it made butterflies explode in your stomach.

The chill of winter brought you to closer as you made your way to the car, the falling snowflakes were large and created an idyllic scene for the two of you.

“You were staring earlier.” You point out for no reason except to catch him off guard.

“Probably.” He admitted and you made an impressed sound in the back of your throat, that was unexpected,” You were drooling earlier.”

There he was. A blush crept on your face and you turned away from his eyes as he let out a chuckle,” Probably not. I wouldn’t drool over you!”

“Wanna test that theory, cutie?” He teased unzipping his hoodie and pulling at the hem of his shirt. Your eyes widen and your grabbing his hands out of reflex, your heart beating wildly at the contact.

“I don’t need a show, ‘Tsumu!”

“We can count it as an early Christmas present.” He laughs out and wraps your hands in his, he easily pulls your hands free but brings you closer to him.

“You tagging along today was a gift already.” You murmur softly, eyes trailing up to meet his and you can tell what’s coming by the way his eyes flicker along your features.

“Are you just trying to butter me up so I’ll drive us back home?” He whispers, the warmth of his words swirling against your lips.

“Maybe, is it working?”

“I don’t know-“ “How about this?” You rock onto your tip toes and meet your lips with his. The kiss is soft and sweet, and time seems to freeze as the snowflake fall slowly around the two of you. The cold isn’t an issue as he pulls you tight against him, he’s warm, and stable and holds you like he never intends on letting go.

When your lips part you both grin like you’ve gotten exactly what you asked for from Santa this year.

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bokuroskitten · 3 years ago

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𝔘𝔫𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔗𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔶

𖤐 genre: NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI

𖤐 pairing: Dom!Draken x Fem!Reader x Switch!Hanma

𖤐 word count: 4.8k

𖤐 warnings: Hanma is slimy at the beginning, drinking, reader is intoxicated but has wanted this for a hot minute, da/ddy dom Draken, nipple play, pantie sniffing, oral (f! and m! receiving), face fucking, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, finger sucking, one clit smack, implied squirting, Draken calls hanma a slut once, pet names like princess, little love, baby, etc., hanma is very much a switch

𖤐 authors notes: Listen we’re expanding on that little drabble because it’s left too many thots stacking up in my brain. The ending feels a little rushed if I'm being honest but that's okay, I plan on expanding this even further, making it into a series even cause well, I've become obsessed with the dynamic. This is the first night y'all hook up. Also, this is for @sinnerofthewalls the more the merrier collab! Thanks for letting me join! This was quickly edited just by me, apologies for any errors. Reblogs, comments, and feedback are greatly appreciated

Truly believe that you were dating Draken first, but the more Hanma continued these antics, the more he teased and poked and prodded you couldn’t even help but develop some sort of crush, that’s what you’d call it for now, on the male. He was truly relentless, never gave up on his attempts to fluster you even when Draken would beat the ever-living shit out of him. If anything it only made him want you more, but not just you.

Because Draken’s attention made his dick just as hard.

Things started to solidify one night at a club….

You were on the dance floor, Hina’s hand held in one while your sex on the beach was held in the other. The two of you had been dancing for what seemed like hours but you had no intention of stopping, not until the club lights turned on. Draken was seated at a table close to the dance floor, him and his boys laughing about who handled their alcohol the worst (it was currently between Takemichi and Mikey). Every so often his eyes would travel over to you, keeping an eye on his pretty girl, of course.

But the conversation at the table got heated, the boys taking up his attention just as you did a twirl on the dance floor. Had you been sober enough you would have found your way back to Hina but instead you stumbled right into a male chest, the impact making you giggle.

“Sorry, sorry–”

“Sweetheart, been looking for ya all evening~ ♡"

You didn’t even need to look up to know it was him, amber eyes piercing into you as you felt your face heat up. The blaring of the bass drowned out your little yelp as Hanma pulled you in closer, his hands resting dangerously low on the small of your back. Your palms were flat on his chest, and in your right mind, you would have pushed him away as you normally did.

But instead, you let him sway you to the beat of the song, eyes downcast to the floor as he brought his lips dangerously close to your ear. Goosebumps formed along the back of your neck as he whispered, his teeth grazing your earlobe.

“Let’s go fuck in the bathroom, hm~? Think Draken will wanna watch?”

Before you could even think of how to respond to such a bold sentence Hanma was ripped away from you, being replaced with your fuming boyfriend. Hanma’s laugh echoed in your head as Draken shoved him, fist ready to land against his cheek had the bouncer not stepped in.

“I look away for one god damn minute.” The growl in Draken’s voice has your thighs clenching under the tight dress you wear, and it seems to have an effect on Hanma too as he bites his lip, giving the bouncer a punch that sends the poor man flying. “Draken! C’mon, when are ya gunna cave and let me fuck your girl!”

“I’m gunna fuck you up, psycho–”

“Oh please, be my guest~”

More security was on them before any fists could really be thrown, and although both males could have taken them on, Draken didn’t want to give Hanma the satisfaction. So with a roll of his eyes, he snatched up your hand, dragging you outside of the club and out into the brisk evening.

“You alright princess?” Draken muttered, quickly draping his sweater over your shoulders as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. You were still beyond flustered, Hanma’s sly remarks playing in your head on repeat as you looked up at your boyfriend with doe eyes, which he assumed was just the alcohol in your system.

“Mhm… m’fine Ken.”

Moments later both of your eyes were brought back to the exit of the club, where Hanma was forcefully being pushed out. His knuckles were swollen, eyes lit up in the way they usually were when he was in the middle of a fight. “Bunch of princesses~” He spat back to the security guard that actually wrestled him out the door, laughing even harder when they shut the door in his face. He didn’t waste a moment before he was lighting a cigarette, the stick dangling from his lips when he caught your gaze.

“Baby~”

“Absolutely not.” Draken cut him off, brows furrowed to the point of wrinkles showing up on his forehead. “Fuck off, psycho”

“Cmon Kenny! Throw that punch you were gunna throw in the club, It gets your pretty little thing all excited watching us fight.”

How did he know that?

“Keep my girl’s name outta your mouth.” There was that snarl again, and you could have sworn steam was pooling from his ears as he wedged you behind him. The reaction had Hanma cooing, shamelessly blowing his smoke right into Draken’s face.

“Fine, fine~! Then she can just keep my cock in hers ♡" Had you not stepped between them, you knew Hanma’s ass would have been on the floor. But instead, Draken kept his eyes narrowed, fists clenched tightly at his sides when he saw you standing between them like a dear in headlights.

“Move baby, I’ve had enough of this sick fuck.”

“N-No.” That was the first time you had actually spoken up about all this, the first time you hadn’t let Draken do all the talking for you. Both males had their brows raised, Draken’s in shock, Hanma’s in amusement.

“No?” They both spoke it at the same time, making your heartbeat even faster up against your ribcage. Never once did you think you’d be here, stuck between your boyfriend and this menace of a man that made your knees weak.

And yet, here you were.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, ready to speak before Hanma was resting his chin on your shoulder. Smoke still puffed from his lips as he hummed, keeping his eyes locked on Draken and the way his jaw clenched up tightly. “What is it, pretty girl~? Finally gunna give me a chance huh? Sick of this big doofus–”

“Fucking watch it.”

“No!” You spoke again, voice a little more confident this time as you took a step away, the smell of Hanma’s earthy cologne and cigarette smoke making you dizzier than you already felt. You weren’t sure how to voice your thoughts, not with their eyes boring into you like this or with the alcohol flooding through your system. So, when it finally bubbled out of you, you were whining, lips pressed out in a pout.

“I just wanna fuck you both! Clearly, we’re all attracted to each other, lets just–”

“What the fuck”

“I’m down.”

Again the boys spoke at the same time but with completely different answers. The conflicting views made you pout more, arms crossing over your chest as Hanma burst out into a fit of giggles that made Draken’s eye twitch.

“As if I’d ever let this psycho in our bed, princess. He fucks with you to get under my skin.”

“Is it working? Cause I really wouldn’t mind being under you, Kenny~♡” Hanma was all but purring. And although Draken barked out line after line of crude comments back, you could see the subtle blush that started to rise on his pale skin.

You took matters back into your own hands, pressing up against Draken’s side. “Daddy…” You murmured up at him, giving him a look you knew he’d never say no to. He even slid his hand to rest on the swell of your ass, despite the way Hanma was babbling about “Shoulda known she’d call you daddy! With a cute little face like that!”

“Don’t gimme that face.” Draken was trying to be stern, trying to ignore how you pressed up against him a little closer, whined so pretty up at him through pouting lips. “We are not doing this, he literally harasses you.”

“What are you scared of, Kenny? Scared your pretty princess is gunna leave ya once she has a taste of my cock.”

“I’m gunna knock the daylights outta you, freak.” But another whine from you had Draken stilling, biting the inside of his cheek.

“Please Daddy… I think it’ll be fun…” Your gaze slowly drifted from Draken’s to Hanma’s and when he sent a wink your way it made that familiar heat rush through, biting down on your lip as you looked up to your boyfriend again. “Besides… don’t you wanna teach him a lesson?”

That made Draken cock a brow, eyes drifting to Hanma who was already lighting a second cigarette. “Yea, C’mon Kenny, you’re the real stern type, teach me a lesson or two.” Hanma licked at his lips when Draken’s eyes narrowed, an unamused sigh leaving his lips.

“Alright, fine. The moment I don’t like what I see, I’m shutting it down.”

“Yay~” You simply responded, pressing a kiss to your boyfriend’s cheek by getting on your tiptoes. Hanma copied the action, even emphasizing it with a little ‘yay’ of his own that got him a shove from Draken in return.

—---

As soon as the door to your and Draken’s apartment opened up things got eerily quiet, which was odd, especially for Hanma who never seemed to shut up. You made yourself comfortable on the couch, kicking off your heels and letting them settle somewhere on the floor as you watched Draken eye Hanma up, who was currently eyeing up the apartment.

The silence only made Draken all the more frustrated, questioning himself as to why he ever agreed to something like this. Hanma’s little hums only made things worse, making Draken smooth a palm over his brow.

“Nice place ya got…”

“Enough with the pleasantries. You wanna have my girl? She’s right there, go on.” Hanma was a little taken back by Draken’s barked demand but composed himself quickly with a little smirk. It was the look that you were giving him over the couch that finally made him move.

Wide-eyed, curious, excited even as your legs kicked back and forth the closer Hanma got to you. When he got close enough he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, pleased with how you leaned into his palm.

“No rules?” Hanma’s question was directed at Draken, but he kept his eyes on you, letting his thumb trail over your cheekbone towards your bottom lip.

“I already said, as soon as I see something I don’t like, I’m shutting it down.” Draken’s words were calm despite the implications they had, making himself comfortable on the coffee table right in front of the couch just so he had a good view of everything going on. He could already feel himself tensing when you took Hanma’s thumb between your lips, gave it a few sucks just as you were taught to do.

Both males could feel their cocks twitch from it.

Hanma didn’t wanna waste another minute of precious time, so he reluctantly pulled his thumb free from your lips, gripping your jaw instead to pull you into a kiss. You whined into it softly, sitting up on your knees as you gripped the back of the couch, opened up your mouth to let Hanma’s tongue explore every inch of you. Draken rolled his eyes at just how sloppy the embrace was…

But he couldn’t help but stare at the way you subtly swayed your hips into the couch cushions, how with each mewl you made his cock get harder, how when Hanma’s hand slithered to the back of your neck to grip tightly at your skin, the sight of his punishment tattoo made Draken bite his lip.

“If you’re just gunna kiss her you’re wasting your time,” Draken said nonchalantly, smirking when Hanma pulled away quickly with drool snapping back against his lower lip. His pupils were already a bit blown out, easing himself over the back of the couch and plopping himself down beside you. Your whining was silenced when he used his punishment hand to grip your throat again, pressing your back into the armrest as he licked your leftover drool from his lip.

“No wonder Draken keeps you all to himself, you’re fucking addictive…” Hanma murmurs, leaning down to ghost his lips over yours just to hear your breathy little whines. Draken continues to watch with a clenched jaw, eyes narrowed when your legs lull open further to make space for Hanma, revealing the wet spot on your panties.

“Getting off from another man arent ya little love?” Draken’s voice has a bit of a bite, and the way you whine and gasp as Hanma leaves kisses down your throat is enough of an answer for him. He crosses his arms over his chest. “Hanma, her nipples are sensitive, suck on them.”

“Don’t gotta tell me twice~♡” Hanma pulls down the top of your dress with ease, letting him admire your chest only a second before Draken is clearing his throat, a silent command to ‘quit staring and hurry the hell up’ Hanma is greedy when he latches onto one of your nipples, moaning against your soft flesh when you arch your back for him, dig your fingers into his scalp and pull him in closer with little pleas. “A-Ah~! Not so rough H-Hanma~!”

You’re squeaking again when his free hand lands a swat to your other tit before grabbing a hand full of it. And although Draken should have hauled Hanma’s ass away from you as soon as he heard the skin-on-skin contact it only made him sit up a little more, watch a little closer as pretty tears started to swell up on your lash line.

“Are you wet princess? Daddy wants to hear an answer this time.” You almost cry when Hanma releases your nipple with an obscene pop, licking around the swollen bud and teeth marks he left behind on your skin. “Y-Yes daddy, m’wet…” Your answer is shaky, skin burning up as embarrassment suddenly washes over you.

What was making you hotter, the fact that Hanma was finally having his way with you? Or that fact that Draken watched, commanding his every move?

“Lemme see.” Hanma cooed, palms travelling to your thighs to pull them further apart, the moment you started to thrash Draken made a displeased noise, one that had you still despite the way you whimpered. Hanma greedily took in the sight of your soak panties, how your arousal darkened the pretty cherry red into a crimson. He eyed Draken, seeking approval to keep going. It made Draken grin, something like pride swelling within for having all the control here.

Hanma hooked two fingers into the crotch of your panties, tugging the material over your legs despite how they were squirming and kicking. He couldn't help himself when he brought the dampened material to his face, sucking in a greedy whiff of your arousal. He groaned, dramatically of course, which only made you whine even louder.

“Fucking pervert,” Draken spoke, the grin faltering on his face. Hanma thought it was because he had crossed some sort of line, ready to quickly hop away from your pretty body as soon as Draken stood from his spot. What he wasn’t expecting was Draken to grab a handful of his hair, shoving his nose into your cunt instead.

“Imagine sniffing her panties when her pussy is right here, fucking idiot. It’s like your not even grateful for the time I’m giving you.” He sneered, the amusement in his tone very much evident as Hanma moaned into your damp folds, the intoxicating smell of your pussy making his lashes flutter.

Your whole body was on fire as you watched Draken manhandle another man into your cunt, moaning when Hanma nuzzled in further, locked his mouth around your puffy lips just to suckle at them. You squeaked, back arching as your nails dug into the couch cushions.

“Sweet isn't she…” Draken mused, his grip on Hanma’s hair getting tighter as he moaned against your folds, the obscene slurping making his dick strain against his jeans. Your cute little sounds only added to this unknown pleasure he didn’t know he could feel, looking up to watch the way your chest was currently heaving, a light layer of sweat starting to form on your skin.

“Baby girl, how’s it feel?”

“G-Good!”

“As good as Daddy?”

“N-No!” You cried that part out, legs about to snap shut around Hanma’s head, He didn’t allow for that of course, tattooed hands gripping your plush thighs as he poked his tongue into your fluttering hole. That response seemed to light a fire under his ass, making him all the more determined to have you seeing stars as he tongue fucked you.

“Of course not…” Draken could see though, just how fast you were reaching your high. He knew your signs well, could see the way tears were starting to swell in your lash line. Just as your tummy started to flex, he roughly pulled Hanm’s head back, uncaring of the little hiss he made from the stinging in his scalp.

“D-Daddy!” You cried through pouting lips, the sudden cold air on your drenched cunt making goosebumps rise on your skin. That, and your lost orgasm made you all the whinier, hips bucking for more attention as Draken inspected Hanma’s face.

He looked almost fucked out himself, amber eyes dilated, chin soaked in your arousal, lips puffing with deep breaths. Draken couldn’t help but let out a breathy sigh, shamelessly licking at Hanma’s lower lip to taste your familiar essence there.

“Oh yea, sweet as ever~” Draken murmured, grin getting wider when Hanma’s breath stuttered, faltering a bit as blush seemed to fan out over his cheeks.

He released Hanma’s hair finally, tending to you instead with a thumb pressed up against your lower lip. You sucked on it, of course, but still looked to him all teary-eyed, pouty from the lost orgasm and the tingling sensation it left all over your body. “Don’t pout at me little love, wanna come?”

You nodded, giving him your best doe eyes as you suckled his thumb tenderly, held onto his wrist as your hips continued to buck in search of any friction. That look always melted Draken’s heart, made him want to spoil you rotten.

But now there was an extra body involved, making the process of spoiling you all the more interesting as he looked back at Hanma, who was hungrily licking at his own lips, trying to saviour your taste and now, Draken’s.

“Oi, Hanma.” Draken snapped his attention back to him, his smirk a bit smug as he saw the way you obediently sucked Draken’s thumb, how you looked at him like he was the only man in the room.

It made his blood pump faster, desperation rising within him. He wanted you to look at him that way too–

“You wanna fuck her?”

“Yes, Fuck yes, obviously yes–”

“Alright, then I get to fuck your mouth.”

That made Hanma freeze up suddenly, thoughts spiralling wildly in his head as he swallowed a lump in his throat. His cock was aching at the mere suggestion, making his teeth grit.

“Hm, fine, I’ll fuck her then. Get to feel my pretty pussy clenching around me, isn't that right sweetheart?” His free fingers travelled to your heat, circling your fluttering hole and dipping in only for a few seconds as you whined into his digits, nodding desperately for more, anything.

“Wait–” Hanma hissed, running a hand through his already tousled hair. His cheeks were hot as he met Draken’s smug face. And as much as he wanted to punch him, he also wanted to kiss him more.

It was weird, it was hot as fuck.

“Fine.” Hanma succumbed to the throbbing of his cock, letting it do the thinking for him as he finally looked back down to you, focused on your pretty cunt and just how wet it already was. He couldn't help himself when he spat a wad of saliva onto it, finally catching your attention again as your pretty eyes looked at him. You whined when he smeared his spit onto your clit, legs wrapping around his waist as a way to pull him in closer.

“Want me to fuck you, pretty girl?” It was Hanma’s turn to hear you, a bit of his confidence coming back when you released Draken’s thumb just to respond to him. “Yes please, Hanma…”

“Maybe you should call me Shuji, princess.” His words are a bit softer now despite the grin on his face, his fingers focusing on your throbbing clit while his other hand worked his cock free. It slapped down against your weeping cunt, making your hips jolt a bit with the promise of being filled. Keeping a sturdy grip on your thigh Hanma pressed the leaking tip of his cock into your hole, groaning at how it already started to clench, suck him in inch by inch. He waited until he bullied himself all the way in, his balls laying flush against your ass before he grinned.

“Or call me daddy instead, whattya th–”

His voice was cut out by yet another hiss, face being wrenched up back the grip Draken had on his hair again. Although the amusement was still there behind Draken’s eyes, that comment seemed to irk him, lips being pulled into a scowl.

But that’s not what Hanma was focused on. He was focused on Draken’s cock, the way it stood tall and slightly curved towards his abdomen. How the mushroom head was red swollen and leaking pre, how the veins along the underside seemed to twitch.

How it looked much bigger than his own cock.

“Put that mouth to good use and shut the hell up,” Draken mutters, the annoyance in his tone evident as he yanks Hanma closer to his dick, the weight of it smacking up against his cheek. “And don’t forget to make my baby feel good, understand?”

Hanma responded by opening his mouth, an invitation Draken happily took as he pushed his cock in deep enough to have Hanma gagging. Draken couldn't help but chuckle a little at the narrowed eyes Hanma was sending up at him, the way drool already dribbled from his stretched mouth and down his chin.

Your whining brought Draken back to focus, his free hand giving your breast a tender squeeze. “My girls needy Hanma, better make her cum.”

Hanma already knew that just from the way your pussy was hugging him so tightly. Breathing in deeply through his nose his eyes were back on you, the way you watched them with trembling lips, the way your hips rutted into him, the way your fingers held so tightly to the fabric above your head.

He’d make you fall apart, better than Draken could.

His pace was steady, following the rhythmic clap of his balls against your supple skin. Each push of his cock was followed by a moan from you, back arching as Hanma’s fingers also kept steady pressure on your clit. Draken seemed to follow the same beat, his hips shallowly thrusting in and out of Hanma’s mouth.

“S-Shu~ Shuji!” You whimpered, a hand reaching down towards your clit only for Draken to snatch it up, place it back above your head with a stern grunt. “N-Need more~” You whine up at your boyfriend, your need getting the better of you as you pout at him.

Draken clicks his tongue. “Dicks so bad it's making my sweet girl act up, she never does that when I’m fucking her dumb.” His taunt is meant for Hanma, who gags once again as Draken thrusts roughly into the side of his cheek. “She’s gunna turn into a brat if you don’t get you’re shit together.” Draken muses, his grip moving from your wrist to your throat to keep you pinned. “I suggest you hurry the hell up.”

Hanma moans against Draken’s cock at the feeling of your pussy clenching around him. He didn’t question whether it was because of Draken’s domineering nature, or the fact that his own fingers sped up against your clit, either way, he wanted, needed to feel more.

He rutted his hips into you mercilessly, the steady clap becoming a sloppy smack of skin on skin as his tip searched for your sweet spot. Despite his own mouth being used for Draken’s pleasure, he kept his tear-filled eyes on you, needing to see just how pretty you looked when you fell apart because of him.

Or so he needed to believe.

Your moans were cut short by Draken’s hand, which still held tight to your throat. Your lips hung open in silent screams, body trembling as Hanma’s cock stretched your walls, hooked up into your sweet spot to finally make the tears spill from your eyes.

“R-Right there Shuji~! Please!” Your pleas were airy, lashes fluttering heavily as your vision became spotty. That orgasm you lost was building itself back up, making another layer of light sweat form on your skin. You were egging Hanma on, only making him groan louder around Draken as his sin hand left bruises along your thigh, eyes glued to the way your pussy swallowed up his cock and left a ring of arousal in its wake.

That's what was keeping Draken’s attention too, despite the way he let out his own low moan at the vibrations Hanma sent up his cock. He freed your neck finally, only so he could grab Hanma’s jaw with his free hand, his grip tightening in his locks as he smirked.

“She’s coming first, got that psycho?” He was still thrusting into Hanma’s mouth as he spoke, knowing that Hanma couldn't respond. Instead, he took the muffled grunt and the spit bubble forming around his lips as an answer. “Ya know, I like you better like this, just like my girl, your mouth looks better stuffed.”

That made Hanma’s cock twitch with absolute delight, his fingers pinching at your clit now to urge your orgasm further. His hips on the other hand were stuttering, cock head aimed into your sweet spot so you’d cry out again and again.

Just for him.

“M’coming!! Gunna cum Shuji, gunna cum daddy!” You sobbed out, hips being pressed into the couch to keep you from squirming by Draken’s free hand as Hanma brought you over the edge with a slap to your sopping clit. You gasped, eyes crossing before rolling into the back of your skull as your cunt clenched onto Hanma for dear life. “My pretty baby, gunna make a mess on another man’s cock? Go on, be good for daddy.” Draken encourages, knowing his praise is enough to get you fully off the edge, sobs of his name and Hanma’s flying freely off your lips as you gush your arousal.

It makes a mess of Hanma’a abdomen. One that he feels and one that makes his head absolutely reel. He goes to look down, to see your pussy spasming and swollen and leaking around his cock, but he doesn't get the chance. Instead, he’s roughly shoved backwards, his cock leaving your cunt with a squelch before Draken his rutting ruthlessly into his mouth.

“Not bad.” Draken grunts, eyes lit up as Hanma’s nails dig harshly into his thighs. Despite the blood that rises to his skin he doesn't stop, fucking down into Hanms’s throat until he's squirming, choking, the wet slap of Draken’s balls against his chin making him mewl. “Gunna make me cum now, slut.”

Hanma’s cock ached, covered in your arousal and bobbing with the impacts of Draken’s thrusts. Using his grip on Hanma’s hair Draken held his cock deep within the males’ throat before releasing his load, his smirk never faltering as he watched Hanma’s adam apple bob desperately to swallow the thick liquid down.

Hanma’s sight had started going black on the sides when Draken finally pulled out, the inhale he took large enough to make him sputter, drool dribbling past his lips. Blinking the remaining tears from his eyes he finally caught a glimpse of Draken gently petting your spent pussy, whispering what he could only assume was praise into your ear.

You were still twitching, velvety walls hugging Draken’s fingers when they pushed into your briefly, only to pull out and continue to pet your puffy lips. You whimpered at him, weakly, body craving his warmth just like it always did after you came down from a high.

“Did so good f’me, little love, that’s a good girl…” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your pouty lips before finally looking back to Hanma. He still looked a bit crazed, eyes wide and cock painfully hard. Despite the way his punishment hand squeezed at his base, he longed for the sweet squeeze of your pussy again to tip him over.

“D-Didn’t get to finish.” He rasped out, eyes narrowing a bit when Draken simply laughed.

“I know. Had to make sure you were even worth our time, psycho. You’ll get to finish next time♡.”

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keijikunn · 4 years ago

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Kat, I loved it so much!!! iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer as my husband? a dream coming true 🤩

your writing is so smooth, making the reading so fun that I didn't even see the time pass by. thank you so much for this amazing piece, love!

— A @babythotshq collab

Hot Springs

So my Secret Santa was none other than Lya (@keijikunn)! Along with that, I got the prompt onsen/hot springs and chose Iwaizumi from your three characters. I also made it Time Skip Iwaizumi. I hope you like it bby!

Word Count: 1.2k Words

“I feel like we’ve been driving for hours.” You groaned, throwing your head back on the car seat and staring out the window again. Iwaizumi immediately disagreed.

“We’ve? I’ve been driving for hours.” He said, slowing his speed for the curve coming up ahead. “And plus, this was all your idea. Deal with it.” You gave an innocent smile to your husband sitting on your right.

“Being a trainer can be hard. I thought you deserved a break.” You gave a thumbs up too. Iwaizumi instinctively rolled his eyes. Obviously saying something smart in his head and probably how you’re using that as an excuse. “Smile Hajime, we’re spending time together.” Iwaizumi put on a fake smile, causing you to laugh.

Upon arriving at the resort, Iwaizumi parked the car nearest to the doors. Both of you unloaded the luggage, locking the vehicle. You made a grabbing hand motion to Iwaizumi, signaling you wanted to hold hands. He took it, hauling the suitcase behind him. You started walking towards the front entrance, the doors automatically sliding open once it sensed your presence.

“Hello! Welcome to Suou Onsens.” A lady greeted you politely. “Under what name is your reservation?” She asked.

“Iwaizumi Hajime and (Y/N).” Iwaizumi said. She quickly turned to the computer, clicking on the mouse and moving it around. “Will you need any identification?” She nodded and added along, ‘Yes please.’ Iwaizumi reached into his back pocket for his wallet and you searched in your purse for your ID.

You both placed your ID cards on the counter and she picked them up. She held them up and examined them closely. Then, returning them back to you, finished her work on the computer. Clasping her hands together, she stood up from the chair.

“Okay. You booked a private onsen room which will be on floor five, room five ten.” She smiled, showing her teeth. “This card right here will be the key to get inside. Please, keep it safe as it is the only copy you receive. We have a few others in case of an emergency.” She pulled off the keychain hanging from her neck, inserting the key into a metal box. She pulled out the card from the correct room and handed it over to you.

Bold, black numbers plastered on a white card with a barcode on the back. Iwaizumi flipped it over and then squeezed it gently. Her hands showed off the elevator on your right.

“Over here is the elevator. You can take it if you’d like or,” She signaled to the left, “If you prefer the stairs, they’re on your left. Enjoy your stay!”

“Thank you!” You beamed, bowing your head along with Iwaizumi. She mimicked the action, waving you off as you trailed to the elevators. Iwaizumi pressed the button with his knuckle. They dinged open and you both stepped in. He pressed the number five, intertwining your fingers afterwards. “You took into consideration the private onsen.” You leaned on his shoulder.

“Yeah. I didn’t want you getting jealous saying women were staring at me.” Iwaizumi felt you hit his back, snickering in return. You let go of his hand crossing your arms.

“And I wonder how we got married.” You tried hiding your smile when Iwaizumi threw his arm around your shoulders. He brought you closer to him, pressing a kiss on your temple. Finally, the elevator stopped and they opened, revealing a long, semi curved hallway. “Hurry before we get stuck.” You dragged your suitcase.

“Five o’ six, five o’ eight, five ten.” Iwaizumi stopped on the even side of the doors. The lock on the door had a red light. Iwaizumi inserted the card with the barcode facing down. It turned green and gave a small beep. He pulled the card back and twisted the handle. Iwaizumi pushed it open, showing the entire room.

“Hajime it’s so pretty.” You said, astonished at the color scheme. You placed your suitcase at the foot of the bed, rushing to the large window. Trees met your eyes along with the public onsens. You walked over to the bed, falling back on it. Your tense back slowly cooled its ache. “Let’s stay here forever.”

“If I could, I would.” He closed the door, placing his car keys and the card on the nightstand. He took off his shoes, then reaching to take yours off as well. Grabbing the pairs, Iwaizumi placed them nearest to the door. “Do you want to sleep for a bit?” Iwaizumi sat beside you, playing with your hair. You muttered a low no, popping your eyes back open.

“It’ll be better when we get out.” You sat up, placing your hand on his cheek. “Thank you for agreeing to this.” You leaned in, giving him a sweet kiss and stroking his cheek gently. He muttered, ‘Anything.’ between the kisses.

You stood up from the bed, skipping over to the wooden door on the far left of the window. You slid it open. Inside was the shower, a separate closed room for the toilet, and like requested the private onsen. You dipped your finger into the water, the heat meeting your skin. You stuck your head out from the frame.

“Are you going to sleep or join me?” Iwaizumi lifted his head up at the sound of your voice.

“I’ll join you in a bit.” He rested his head on the bed. You went back, sitting on the small steps and took your socks off. You began undressing, leaving everything neatly piled to the side. Before getting into the tub, you gave yourself a needed shower. Once finished, you dried your body and you stepped into the tub. The sensation of bearable hot water was inviting you.

You slowly slid down, your knees coming up to your chest and the water engulfing your body. You sighed peacefully. Closing your eyes you leaned back, making sure to have your shoulders in the water as well. It felt better this way. You didn’t have to be around so many people and it would be just Iwaizumi.

Speaking on the male, he currently took his shower also to join you in the tub. Once he finished, he turned off the water, dabbing the towel around his body. To not interrupt your peaceful state, Iwaizumi decided to sit on the opposite end of you. He let out a low grunt, stretching out his left leg and leaving the right propped up.

“Is this nice Hajime?” You spoke out. He opened his eyes a little, giving a drowsy expression. “I could fall asleep here.” You sighed, sliding further below until the water reached your chin. Iwaizumi chuckled, leaning his head back on the wooden planks holding up the large tub.

“Me too.” A part of him was glad he agreed to your idea of coming to Suou Onsens. “Come beside me.” He said. Your body guided itself towards him, getting in the space left. Iwaizumi’s arm wrapped around your shoulders again, the other left in the water. Your head was tucked into his neck and both your hands held on the one around you.

“I love you Hajime.”

“I love you too (Y/N).”

#lya reviews #lya's recommendations #fic rec: iwaizumi hajime #lya's friends: kat #baby thots collab

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shamelessllamapeanutthing · 4 years ago

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Ships and Feels about them

HUGE self-indulgent post but my brain is frozen and I need to get the juices flowing so I can start studying, because if I don’t get into the college I want I just might have to kill myself and then y’all can say bye-bye to your fav fics by your majesty.

YoruSoi- status: worSHIPPING (geddit? XD) them like the goddesses they are

I regularly play Wicked Ones by Dorothy and just imagine these two tag-teaming against their opponents, like the crazy, badass, ninja lesbians they are. It fucking gives me goosebumps and makes me blush like I am imagining them rawing each other instead. I am a big time SUCKER for powerful, cut-throat wlw. They make me feel powerful by extension, and my devotion for these two is completely unparalleled.

VictUuri- status: will protect them with my life

First of all, I love how layered and interesting they are. I can think about this show and this ship for hours and hours on end ( @feastingonvicturi will vouch for that). I naturally gravitate towards angsty ships and writing (because I am a weird sado-maso cross, what can I say) except for these two fluffy bastards. I had been putting off watching YOI because of the weird things I had read about ‘yaoi’ animes (IK YOI is not yaoi, now) till someone told me how pure and deep their love for each other was and welp, here we are.

RenRuki- status: comfort ship I’ll defend till death

It was one of my first ships and even as I multi-shipper, I always had a preference for them. Childhood-friends-to-lovers trope tugs on my heartstrings like little else and Renji’s devotion towards Rukia warms my heart. I hear them in nearly every song, imagine them in every scenario I read or write about and even though I have multiple ships I adore involving Rukia and Renji both, the two together is everything to me. (Presently obsessed with the amazing hcs and art by @recurring-polynya you might wanna check them out)

KaiRay- status: heart is taking a break, but remains firmly attached

I got into Beyblade BECAUSE of this ship, because of the moments these two shared in V-Force that I caught glimpses of when my younger siblings were watching the show. I love Kai and Ray’s dynamic and I guess what attracts me the most to this ship is the fact that as a teenager I was exactly like Kai and had my own personal Ray who got me through the worst in life. I love the sense of sweet nostalgia this couple brings me and I believe they are perfect for each other.

MariahEmily- status: coffee shop AU, anyone?

I was HUGE on MariahxRay but strong, stylish, kinda bitchy, dumb thot falling for the highly educated and fierce lady boss she doesn’t really know how to approach is another one of my favourite tropes, (see: PansMione, down under). I saw them interact and due to personal reasons my brain rejects petty rivalry between girls (because we’re all tired of that, children, be honest) and immediately tries to fix it in fanon. ( @trashyartz and her beautiful drawings had a lot to do with fanning these flames.)

ShunUki- status: want them to adopt me

Need I say more? No, but I wanna. I love the steady, secure vibes of this ship. This is the one ship I physically can’t write angsty shit about because of the level of understanding and sense of comfort these two share. They give me kind and strong dad vibes and I have emotionally been an orphan since I was in my early teens so.

WolfStar- status: they’re canon, JKR can suck my toes

Fucking TERF

Listen, listen, have you been listening? I mentioned I am a sucker for angst, right? Are you looking at the angst potential here, cause wow. What originally attracted me to this ship was the Chemistry between the two, cause it’s undeniable. You can NOT imagine Maurauders’ Era without imaging these two pining over each other. It’s impossible.

PansMione- status: toxic and problematic, but oh so hot

I got on this ship because I was craving some quality wlw ships. You guys’ I can not explain to you how often female characters in shows and books do not pass the Bechdel test and I stumbled on some gorgeous PansMione art and just fell in love. IK this ship is hella problematic, but I am firm on my stance that the baby Slytherins deserve a redemption arc.

Can you imagine these two after Pansy realises everything she did wrong and vows to be better? I imagine Hermione stumbling on a hurt and confused Pansy in year 8, who can’t stop her tears from flowing and is so ashamed of herself for that. She is feeling guilty and resisting the emotion with everything she possesses because the world she’d always known has crumbled down around her and everything she believed in has now been proven to be wrong.

She lashes out at Hermione because how dare that smart, gorgeous, courageous girl also be everything Pansy once thought she was? How dare she, a muggleborn, unravel the complicated threads of the wizard world so quickly, so efficiently, and clearly see what Pansy never could? Pansy is hurt and guilty and angry and she hates the fact that fucking Granger of all people has now witnessed her crying.

She feels lost and her anger only rages louder when Hermione doesn’t gloat or belittle her, she doesn’t say anything.

(Why is this turning into a ficlet, WHAT)

Anyways, Pansy gets over herself and she and Hermione get together and oh my god, imagine them then. Smart, powerful, righteous Hermione taking the fucking Wizarding World by a storm every single day with her sexy, vivacious, clever Pansy by her side. They’d be unstoppable and they’d love each other something fierce. It would show in the way they look at each other, with a sense of victory, not only over Voldemort but over the entire Wizarding society that had done everything it could to tear them apart, and ultimately failed.

(BONUS: Imagine Ron and Harry being utter dorks when they go to Pride parades with Hermione and let the image cleanse your skin and soul. @feastingonvicturi @trashyartz one of you (or both?) needs to collab with me so I can write a fix it fic for these two, please. I will pledge my soul to the devil to be used and abused as per Trashy’s whims in exchange. Taura will do it cause she’s my best friend and loves me more than I deserve to be loved.)

(In conclusion, I adore every single one of these ships and am willing to slice a bitch’s throat to protect their honour. Except for YoruSoi, they are fictional characters IK but I am convinced they do not need anybody’s protection, least of all this dumb fuck’s and just might laugh at the very idea.)

Also, feel free to reblog or comment with rants about your own ships even if they go directly against mine. More love to you if you expand on the ships I mentioned here myself. Tell me about your poison of choice, go ahead.

But if any one of you dares to send hate to any of my ships, please know that I am something of a God in my own capacity and will smite you with my preferred weapon of choice i.e. blindness in the face of adorable puppies or kittens (in pictures, videos, art, real life or otherwise). Beware. Let people love what they love.

#my ships #Bleach #Yuri!!! on Ice #Harry Potter #beyblade #YoruSoi #victuuri #renruki #kairay #mariahxemily #shunuki #wolfstar #pansmione

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lettrespromises · 4 years ago

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╰┄───➤ LettresPromises informs you : you have one notification. ❜

╰──➤ Ushijima Wakatoshi sent you a letter, would you like to read it? ❜

𝐈 - First letter : Midnight strikes all over again. Letter object : ❝In the world of the imaginary, midnight is always painted as the hour which makes all of our most secret wishes come true. And the vision of your divine self in lingerie made me wonder if the midnight legend is a curse or a blessing. ❞ Genre : Smut.

𝐈𝐈 - Second Letter : When I was your man.

Letter object: ❝My pride, my ego, my needs, and my selfish ways caused a good strong woman like you to walk out my life. Now I never, never get to clean up the mess I made. And it haunts me every time I close my eyes. ❞

Genre: Angst, song fic, collab with baby thots.

𝐈𝐈𝐈 - Third Letter : Blossoming of love.

Letter object: ❝A bond deeply rooted in friendship blooms into the most sincere of love under the shades of a confession. Friendship and love are two flowers of the same bouquet.❞

Genre: Fluff.

#masterlist #wakatoshi #ushijima x reader #ushijima #haikyuu

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aphroditeschambers · 4 years ago

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━━ a nsfw mini collab: winter edition, brought to you by the baby thots underground! Interested in joining future mini collabs? join us here!

━━ date of release: Late December 2020

━━ More information coming soon!

#bbthots collab #upcoming collab #snow bound

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celestialarchiveshq · 4 years ago

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To All The Boys I’ve Loved ━━ coming soon.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x you #osamu x reader #kenma x reader #iwaizumi x reader #kita x reader #nishinoya x reader #tsukishima x reader #matsukawa x reader #oikawa x reader #terushima x reader #sugawara x reader #yamaguchi x reader #kuroo x reader #tendou x reader #bokuto x reader #akaashi x reader #baby thots collab!

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keijikunn · 4 years ago

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Rivalry ── Chapter III

── A @babythotshq collab “To All the Boys I’ve Loved”

Old feelings

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x gender neutral!reader Tags: college!au, angst, it’s kinda fluffy??? i don’t know, it’s not that angst either Summary: Tsukishima Kei had never imagined that you, his forever rival in high school, would write him a letter confessing your feelings. Does Tsukishima feels the same way? Word count: 3.7k

Author’s note: I’m dividing the last chapter in two, so I won’t be too long (trust me, it’s over than 6k and I wanna spare you all lol). Hope you all enjoy the chap III and I swear by the end of the month I’ll post the final part! Biggest thank you to @kaitycole and @newfriendjen that helped me out a lot, I love you two so much 🥺

WARNINGS: swearing, tsukki being salty but what’s new?, makeout (???), hints of anxiety

RIVALRY MASTERLIST

BECOME A BOOKWORM!

Ever since that… eventful day, you managed to avoid Tsukishima like the plague. It helped the fact you had classes in different buildings, not to mention the fact the college campus was huge. You were about to forget about the letter issue, as the courses have started a few days earlier and you dedicated most of your time to get things settled into a nice routine. Things were too good to be real, though.

You couldn’t believe in what you saw the first time you stepped inside the extracurricular class, after the first week since classes started. Not only your love letters were sent to all your previous crushes (who seemed to attend the same college as you), but the person you dreaded to see again would spend the next semester with you during your afternoon activities.

Tsukishima Kei smirked at your distressed expression, waving at you as if you were long time friends. He wants to irk you, Y/n, don’t give him this pleasure. You are better than him anyway, you repeated it as many times as possible before the bell rang - indicating the class was about to start. Fortunately you managed to sit on the opposite side of the room as Tsukishima, though you could feel his eyes burning holes on the side of your head.

“Why is he so annoying?” You muttered to yourself, sighing in annoyance. The professor entered the classroom, quickly introducing himself and the upcoming project you would work on. You were excited for it when you researched about the university, it was as if a dream was coming true, and you made up your mind to not let Tsukishima Kei ruin this experience.

“As always, we randomize the duos, so be prepared to work with someone who does things differently than you.” The old man at the front announced, and your guts were telling you that this wouldn’t be good. “Raise your hand if I call your name so your partner can find you.

The longer he took to call out your name, the more convinced you were that fate wouldn’t play nice with you. When the other two people left were paired up together, leaving you and Tsukishima without a partner, you had to hold the urge to scoff. As much as you tried your hardest to not bump into your old crush, the whole universe made sure to go against your will.

I should have gone to another extracurricular activity, damn it.

“So… guess we’re a duo, now,” Tsukishima snickered at your disgusted face, laughing at your dismay. “It’s not that bad be paired up with me, Y/n, c’mon”

“You’re right, it’s not bad.” You started, sending him a sharp glare. “It’s the worst thing ever”

With that, you turned around to pay attention to the further details the professor addressed the class. You knew Kei would try to make your experience in this project a literal hell, but you weren't going to let his antics distract you from getting anything less than the best result. You internally hoped that the tall boy also aimed for that, despite his annoying demeanor around you.

If not, you’d have a long semester ahead of you.

“For God’s sake, Tsukishima, this is not how we’re supposed to do it!” You whisper-yelled at the blonde boy, angrily gripping on your hair, holding yourself back from screaming at his face. It has been two weeks since you two started working on that stupid project, and it’s been two weeks of complete hell and anger. Being at the college’s library didn’t help as well, since you couldn’t externalize your frustration. “Can’t you read what I wrote down? Professor said we should follow this!”

“Yes, I’ve read it and decided that it sucks.” Tsukishima shot back, pushing away your notebook, writing a few words on your draft. “C’mon, Y/n, you should know by now that we don’t follow any professor’s instruction. We’re not at high school anymore, be more independent, won’t you?”

You hated to admit, but he was (at some instance) right. What hurt your pride more was that his suggestion was actually good- not that you would admit that, you’d rather die than say it out loud. This idea could easily work out with what you have thought previously, not to mention it would make more sense.

The lack of response made Tsukishima’s shit-eating grin grow on his features, irking you the exact same way he knew he was able to. He proceeded to add a few details on the paper and neatly placed it inside his folder, collecting his materials from the table. You two have been workin for almost two hours non-stop on the project after the whole morning classes, you had to admit your energy wore off at that point.

“Give me the paper, I want to add a few extra things.” You demanded, holding out your hand for him. Tsukishima arched his eyebrows as if he was surprised by such a request, then he scoffed at you - like always. “I’m not joking, I do want to modify it a bit.”

“The point of this being a group project is that we work on this together.” He stressed the last word, zipping his bag and shoving it over his shoulder. “And you wouldn’t do anything, judging by how tired you are.”

“I’m not!”

“Then care to explain how you didn't think about what I suggested earlier?” Suddenly your mind went blank at his response, what in the world does that mean? “You can think about this tomorrow, try not to melt your tiny brain.”

The tall boy left you without sparing a second glance, fumbling with his intertwined earphones as he walked. To say you were confused by his comment would be an understatement. Was he worried you would overwork yourself? No way, Tsukishima Kei would never care enough about you of all people.

Yet he’s still your partner.

“Fuck off, Tsukki.” You muttered tiredly, focusing on putting your belongings inside your backpack to (finally) head to your dorms.

The first time you’ve ever heard Tsukishima’s name was after the first exam of your freshman year in high school. Everyone was crying about their low grades, groaning at the prospect of having to study a lot more to the upcoming test. If you were not mistaken, a boy in your class named Yamaguchi commented how “Tsukki was smart” and he wasn’t surprised he aced it.

“Hey, L/n!” The girl who sits next to you approached you, paper in her hands. “How did you do?”

“I got 96%.” You answered quietly, trying not to drag attention to yourself due to your great performance. People in middle school didn’t like when you mentioned your grades, claiming you did that just to brag.

“Ehh? You’re so smart!” She said smiling. “Please, help me study! From what I heard just you and a boy from class 3 had such a high score. And Yamaguchi-kun said Tsukishima-kun doesn’t help anybody.”

“Of course, we can study at the library if you want to.” The offer seemed to appeal to her, given the fact she nodded quickly and proceeded to write down her cellphone number to you. “By the way, who is this Tsukishima guy?”

“He’s a tall, blonde boy. He uses glasses and if I’m not wrong he’s part of the volleyball club.” She answered, waving at you as she went back to her circle of friends, leaving you to think about who this boy is. “He’s not nice though. Always treats everyone as if he’s superior.”

You were able to put a face to the name you had in your mind after a couple of weeks, when another private school had a volleyball match against the male team of Hakone Academy. It wasn’t hard to figure out that the middle blocker with a poker face was Tsukishima, and you were surprised that he was actually good looking. Something that lacked in him, though, was passion in the sport - or rather in anything, according to your classmates.

Ever since that game, it seemed like you started to see Tsukishima every day in the corridors. You’d see him walking down the halls, his headphones always placed on the top of his ears, muffling the loud noise caused by the other students. He was cold to everybody, even rude if you were to be honest, but he was something else. His interests were inviting, itching your curiosity to get to know him better.

You realized you had a crush on Tsukishima Kei when you noticed how you paid attention to whenever you saw him around school, hearing his steady tone (usually talking to Yamaguchi) and his snarky smirk. All information you knew about him was, being honest, too little to grow intense feelings, but what got you hooked up was exactly this: you wanted to get to know him.

Things, however, didn’t work out the way you planned. The very first interaction you had with him was a disaster. You sounded way cockier than you wanted, you’ve never planned on teasing him and you have never imagined that it would backfire on you and lead him to dislike you.

After that incident, you discovered the aversion quite a lot of students had against him. Most of them claimed the same thing: Tsukishima Kei was mean, smug, had a superiority complex and always treated everyone poorly. A part of you didn’t want to believe in that, but how could you not when he mocked you in front of everyone?

Things didn’t get easier as the project progressed, not because it was too technical or that it required too many details. Yours and Tsukishima’s endless arguments and bickering always ended in screaming matches, hurtful comments and you two not on speaking terms. The premise of group projects was to create something together, but at this point you were doing your own thing while thinking about what the other was working on.

“Are you a dumbass or do you just pretend to be one?” Tsukishima angrily asked, dropping your notebook on the table. “This is horrible, Y/n.”

“You think it’s horrible because you’re doing things as you wish, not considering what I have to suggest!” You responded, your voice tone a few octaves higher due to your stress. Currently you two were at his dorms - the library was not an option anymore, the librarian kicked you out after you were shouting at each other - both awfully close as his dining table was tiny. “This is a fucking group project, you said it before! So you have to listen to what I have to say.”

“I’m not listening when you suggest stupid things like this!” He retorted, ripping the page out and crumpling it to toss on the floor. You widen your eyes, shocked at his recent action.

“Wow, Tsukishima, you are really being this petty.” A humorless laugh escaped your lips, you shook your head in denial, getting up to collect your paper off the ground. The tension in the air grew thicker and the man’s intense gaze burned holes on your back. “People were right, after all. You are unbearable.”

Tsukishima’s smug facade cracked a bit, you noticed, after hearing what you just said. His smirk left his face for a brief moment and his eyes mirrored mixed feelings, could they be sorrow, insecurity? You didn’t have enough time to decipher them as he quickly recomposed himself, offering you a snark grin.

“That’s why you liked me, huh? Did you want to correct the horrible, mean, malicious person that I am?” Tsukishima teased, hitting your emotions with ease. Your mind was empty, only his words echoing inside it, bumping into your skull with force.

You couldn’t understand him, honestly.

One time he is all worried about you overworking, passively aggressively implying you’re capable of suggesting better ideas; and now he’s being childish and not sparing a single offense towards you. You knew Tsukishima Kei was a hard person to handle if you’re not as quick witted as him, but this? This level of pettiness and stubbornness? For a young adult like him, that claims he’s better than everyone else?

“I’m done.” You stated, too burnt out to respond to his teasing comment. Your temples hurt due to the confusion the blond man was giving you, the constant push and pull between you two worn you out.

“What do you mean ‘you’re done’? We’re not done yet.” He stated as if it was a matter of fact - which was, he wasn’t wrong.

“Do I look like I care? I’m doing this shit by myself, you can do whatever you want, I’m done with you.” Silence engulfed the room, and you mentally thanked this peaceful moment. It, however, didn’t last long, because Tsukishima always finds ways to make things worse.

“Are you giving up that easy, Y/n? Couldn’t handle a bit of teasing?” That was it. The mocking tone he used against you was enough to snap the last string of sanity inside you, freeing a rage you never knew you had against him. The angriness burned your chest as you slammed your hands on the table, making Tsukishima flinch at the sudden outburst.

“Yes, I can not deal with your teasing ass.” You admitted shamesly, your mind ran a thousand miles a minute, not registering the words that left your mouth. “What I can’t deal with is a petty boy that can’t take this goddamn project seriously!”

“It wasn’t me who suggested stupid ideas.” Kei spat back, leaning in your direction, inviting you to answer him - almost like a dare.

“You always say my ideas are vain, stupid or whatever, but you never offered anything great or fucking brilliant,” it was indeed true. Tsukishima proudly belittled everything you said for the past few weeks, but never came up with something new. Instead, he modified everything you’ve given to him. “So please, before you put yourself above the others, do something that makes you actually the best-”

Any and every train of thought you had was interrupted by the aggressive contact of Tsukishima Kei’s lips against yours. Everything seemed to melt with the heat coming from the kiss, your hands sneaking behind his neck and gripping rather harshly at his blond hair. In between the feverish moment, Tsukki managed to sit you on the table and place himself between your legs. Gasps and soft murmurs interrupted the kiss every once in a while, your mouth occasionally made its way down his jaw and neck, nibbling and sucking his skin.Only until one of you reconnected them, tongues sliding against each other.

You honestly don’t know how long you two spent making out, but it was enough time to leave a few hickeys on each other's necks and clothes lightly pulled up. Tsukishima’s ears were as red as his swollen lips, the blond hair was a mess thanks to your roaming hands and the white t-shirt wrinkled.

“Still think I don’t suggest brilliant ideas?” Tsukishima teased, but the embarrassment he was feeling was written all over his face. To say you were speechless was an understatement, you’ve just had a full make out section with your biggest high school rival, the one you knew hated you the most. “Cat got your tongue? Or should I say- did I get your tongue, Y/n?”

“What the fuck did you just do, Tsukishima?” You demanded flustered, the feeling of his body close to yourself fading away. "Why have you done this?!"

"Don't tell me you didn't enjoy, Y/N, I can feel the spot you left a hickey on." His comment made you groan in annoyance, because you knew you wouldn't be able to retort it.

Not paying attention to your surroundings, you pushed Tsukishima away from you, quickly grabbing your bag to leave his dorms. You didn't mind if you forgot something at his place - you would see him the next day, anyway. All you wanted was to get away from him, to finally think straight.

The cool air of the end of the day would help you come back to a reasonable state of mind.

You kept acting around Tsukishima after the first encounter. Whenever you had the chance to irk him you did it, initiating an unnecessary banter. You felt stupid to say the least, how low could you go?

Yet, you continued. Just to have his attention. Pathetic. However, you had a limit. And Tsukishima managed to trespass it with such facility you were surprised.

It happened during your second year, exactly one year after you got so interested in that mean boy. Things weren't easy for you, many reasons were behind your unstable state. School was overwhelming like never before, you could barely juggle between regular activities and your club's.

The stress weighted on you to the point you let your grades slip at one exam. You knew you had your worst performance so far, and the subject didn't help you as well.

"I'm going to hand back the exams." Your homeroom teacher announced, earning heavy groans from the whole class. A sigh escaped your lips, knowing how screwed you were if Tsukishima knew how poorly you did. "L/n Y/n"

As you got up from your desk, you felt a familiar pair of eyes burn holes on your back. The moment you read the barely 50% score written on the top of the paper, you blanked out. You missed how your teacher kindly smiled at you, reminding how this one performance didn't define you. The words didn't make sense to you, because for you it didn't matter. You failed.

Tears pricked the corner of yours eyes, shallow breaths escaped your parted lips as you sat down once again, barely sparing a glance at the paper on your desk. You truly didn’t know if someone tried to approach you, mind far away from reality, engulfing itself in a spiral of self doubt, worries and self depreciation.

“Well… looks like the top 2 student failed miserably on the test.” The steady, yet teasing tone of Tsukishima’s voice broke you out of your own head. “You’re fake, couldn’t even get more than half of it correct. You’re a lie, Y/n.”

“Not now, please.” It took most part of your will to mutter these three words without letting your voice crack. Tsukishima arched his eyebrows, amused by the scene unfolding in front of him: you lowering your head against your forearms on the table, shielding your tears from anyone. “Tease me all you want, but please do it another time.”

However, he kept going. Tsukishima pointed out every single question you got wrong, rubbing in your face how he aced another stupid paper while you were a failure. The classroom was noisy, the end of the period let the students talk freely, but you only heard Kei’s voice, adding to your pre-existent stress and pressure.

As far as you could remember, you’ve never underestimated him in any interaction you two had. Sure, you threw a teasing comment every once in a while, but always bragging about yourself, how you’ve outsmarted him. But you were sure you never humiliated him - and you’d never do such a low blow like this.

“Enough, Tsukishima!” You raised your voice, everyone now was paying attention to you two. The embarrassment heated your entire face and your tears finally ran down your cheeks, the blond boy seemed startled with your sudden outburst, though his smirk quickly returned to your face. “I got that you’re better, now can you please shut the fuck up?!”

Thankfully the bell rang, indicating classes were over for the day. You quickly shoved your test on your bag, throwing it over your shoulder as you turned to head to the door. With the sleeve of your coat, you wiped the reminiscent tears from your eyes and left the room. Not only you exited that suffocating place, but also you left behind the stupid crush you had on Tsukishima Kei.

Since that day, you couldn’t stand being near him, all teasing interactions reduced to none and you’ve never checked the scoreboard as soon as the grades were out. You focused on your own stuff, trying your best to clear your thoughts from Tsukishima - which didn’t work as well as you planned.

Every once in a while, in the middle of a studying session, you found yourself pushing your limits like you used to do to get a higher performance than him. As much as you hated to admit, Tsukishima was a great incentive to do better, to set higher goals academically speaking. And though he caused you a lot of pain, a part of you (the stupid one, in your words) still thought he was attractive, you still had a tiny interest in the true guy behind that acting.

That’s why you decided to write him that letter. Perhaps admitting your “crush” on him would make you realize you’ve created almost an entire new person using his name and face. In a way it actually helped, you truly thought you have moved on from him and college would give you a new beginning away from Tsukishima.

Fate, on the other hand, had other plans for you and here you are: walking slowly towards your dorms, emotionally drained and confused. The prospect of Tsukishima Kei having the slightest interest in you was shocking, especially after all those three years of. endless insults.

Are those feelings coming back?

“Oh, no.” You muttered to yourself, immediately stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, frightened about your last thought. “Oh my, there’s no way I’m crushing Tsukishima once again!”

If you concentrated enough, you could still feel his chapped lips against your skin, his large hands roaming through your body. He was right about you enjoying it- in reality, you did more than you’d like to admit. Tsukishima Kei was annoyingly filling your mind with both his smart and arrogant ass and that unexpected (but surprising) heated moment.

You needed to get to your dorms and take a long shower to put your thoughts in order, because there’s no way you’re having feelings for Tsukishima Kei once again.

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