#haikyuu x reader

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boyfriend texts w/ ten

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EXOPLANETS ; Iwaizumi x gn!reader

five times Iwaizumi almost kisses you and one time he does

contains: gn!reader (no pronouns or gendered terms), strangers to lovers, 5+1 things, fluff, mutual pining, diy tattoos, alcohol mention, weed mention, Oikawa mention, shotgunning, five slightly suggestive lines if you squint, a lot of easter eggs and cross-references. written as a gift for @eggyrocks ♡

word count: 4.5k

✧. ┊ ONE

It’s Kyotani’s birthday party and you’re sitting outside on the fire escape, covered in five buckets of fake blood and rolling yourself a cigarette. The wind is icy on your face and the air would smell like early snow if it wasn’t for the dubious popcorn experiments happening in the kitchen right now. You weren’t allowed to smoke inside anymore after someone set one of the dried up houseplants a little bit on fire when stubbing out a cigarette on it (it was just once but the pot was fuming for two days and a half).

Kyotani always brings a mix of the strangest people together. There’s you and your other fellow students from your gender studies class, then guys from his former highschool volleyball team. There is also a bunch of men with face tattoos and a criminal record from his underground fight club (who are currently nailing the choreo to Rihanna in Just Dance), some nerds he met at a Pokémon TCG tournament (you and him once bought a hundred booster packs together while high and he thought he could recover from the financial ruin by winning one of these things) and the small group of housewives from his DND group who he meets once a month.

It’s unclear why Kyotani asked everyone to dress up for this but you’re not mad about having an occasion to drench yourself in fake blood and call it a night. In true Patrick Bateman fashion you also spent hours with excessive skin care prior to the party while you watched your best friend and roommate Atsumu zip himself up in the skimpiest maid outfit you’ve ever seen. It may be early December but that wouldn’t hold him back from showing off his thighs and a bit of his ass cheeks��maybe at heart he was just a 2000s British party girl trapped in the body of a 6’3 athlete. You shared the same cheap cherry lip gloss before heading out in the cold. 

A few drinks into the night and your head starts to hurt, which is when you retreat outside through the kitchen window to your usual spot on the fire escape. With the rolled cigarette dangling from your lips, you pat down the pockets of your suit in search of a lighter. You let out a frustrated groan when you realize you lent it to two guys dressed as Melody and Kuromi and that you’ll probably never get it back, which sucked because it had a kitty cat leaning on an eight-ball while smoking on it and you got it for free from your local conbini girl in exchange for a hand-crocheted triangle bikini top.

Someone taps your shoulder and you almost drop your cigarette if it wasn’t for the stranger’s quick reflexes, catching it for you before it would be gone with the wind. His fingers tilt your chin up a little and he puts the cigarette back between your lips. You look up and meet the gaze of Inuyasha.

Or well, a guy dressed as Inuyasha, but it might as well be your childhood crush come to life. Tan skin, sharp snaggleteeth that weren’t part of the costume but still fitting, and a pair of eyes that feel like they’re piercing straight through you. Your stomach does the little flip thing and you briefly wonder what was in the drinks you let Atsumu mix for you, but that was something to ponder on later. For now you only stare back at him, nodding when he asks if the seat next to you is free.

He sits down close to you and then reaches for something hidden in his sleeve and pulls out–your lighter. 

“Sorry about my friends. They have a knack for never returning things,” he huffs and you snatch the lighter from him, your face cracking into a smile. 

“Very noble of you,” you say, then hold up the light for him when he reaches for the cigarette behind his ear and puts it between his lips as well. His hand comes to cup yours to shield the flame from the wind and for a second your faces are close, so close, before you lean back again, taking a deep inhale of your cig. 

“Cool costume. You watch a lot of movies? Me too,” he says and rests his chin on one palm, looking at you. There’s something about his gaze that makes you feel drawn to him and you briefly wonder what he’d look like without the cheap white wig and also if he’d keep the costume on if you were to hook up with him and ask him nicely about it. 

“Is that so? Name every movie then,” you retort and it makes him laugh. Fuck. He has a really nice laugh.

You lean over and brush a few strands of the plastic hair behind his ears because the combination of the wind and the lit cigarette seems like a potential fire hazard (you learned a lot about fire hazards this year) and you’d kinda hate to see him combust too soon. 

What you don’t expect is him leaning in, almost nuzzling his face into your palm when you do, and looking back at you with a flicker that can only be described as drunk and lovesick. It makes your heart stumble in your ribcage a little. 

“Or you can just tell me your name. Unless you want me to save your contact as ‘Inuyasha’ in my phone. I can do that too,” you add when you pull your hand away, as if you’ve burned yourself by getting a bit too close to the sun. You put your cigarette between your lips and pull out your phone, tapping the screen a few times before glancing up at him again.

“It’s Iwaizumi. Hajime Iwaizumi.”

You think a lot about kissing Hajime Iwaizumi for the rest of the night.

✧. ┊ TWO

Osamu and Suna share the apartment directly below yours and when they text you that they made weed brownies, you didn’t really think about just how many of them they made. Together with Atsumu you shuffle downstairs, not expecting a bunch of other people to be there. Maybe then you would’ve worn something that wasn’t Atsumu’s old highschool club shirt and a pair of velour track pants you bedazzled yourself so it would read “soup” across your butt, but here you are. 

“Is this some kind of side business now?”, you ask Suna when you pull him aside. He has the biggest, shit-eating grin known to man plastered across his face and shakes his head. 

“A bunch of guys from his culinary school said they didn’t know how to bake weed brownies and Osamu offered to teach them, and somehow it turned into a ‘bring your own weed, get a tray of brownies’ party,” he replies and leans a little closer to you, which you know means he has a piece of juicy gossip to share. “One guy here totally got scammed, too. Spent ¥24,000 on some, can you believe?”

You almost choke on the piece of brownie in your hand. Osamu pressed it faithfully into your palm the moment you entered the kitchen, knowing he could trust you with it. Both of you had a very loose definition of trust–to Osamu it meant believing you won’t be dumb enough to eat more than one piece of the brownies, to you it meant you won’t change the contact names in his phones to soup ingredients again, no matter how high, and you both respected that.

“What, was it gold-dusted or something?” You cough and laugh, tears pricking in the corners of your eyes while Suna pats your back with empathy. “What a guy. Introduce us, I need to add him to my dream blunt rotation.”

Your eyes follow the direction Suna is nodding at, somewhere in the living room, and you meet the gaze of Iwaizumi Hajime slash Inuyasha from the fire escape. You start laughing again and head over to him, the sulk written all over his face.

“Not a word. I know, I know,” he groans when he makes space for you next to him on the couch. You squeeze in beside him and hug your knees to your chest, then catch the pillow he’s throwing at you when you can’t stop laughing the second you look at him.

“It’s okay. Actually, it’s kinda cute.” “Are you just saying that to make me feel better?” “So what if I do?”

Iwaizumi huffs again and his arm just happens to be behind you on the couch, his fingertips ghosting over your shoulder. Appreciate it, he grumbles, and eventually his face softens when you start telling him some anecdotes of your high life that definitely make the ¥24,000 weed purchase seem a little less dramatic. 

It’s loud in the apartment, with music blasting and people chattering, but you barely register any of it; too absorbed by his eyes that dart to your lips every now and then, and his tongue poking out from between his lips when he does, and the rattling desire in your chest that he could kiss you right here, right now. 

His fingers grab your chin and tilt your face up again, just like they did last time on the fire escape, except now he’s brushing over the corners of your mouth, collecting a few crumbs that were still there. He brings them to his lips, licking them off in one clean swipe of his tongue, and you’re pretty sure you’d let him devour you.

✧. ┊ THREE

Mattsun–the Kuromi from Kyotani’s party–and his friends from the forensics science department are hosting an Addams Family themed christmas party on their floor of the dorm and this time you don’t make the mistake of giving your lighter away. Atsumu is on a noble mission to “get laid by one of the goths” and you’re on your own, but not for long. 

“Oh, it’s you! Almost didn’t recognize you without all the fake blood,” Makki–the Melody from Kyotani’s party–shouts across the room when he spots you in the crowd and squeezes past all the people to clink his drink against yours. “You left quite the impression.”

“That so?”, you ask with a raised eyebrow and Makki gives you a boyish grin. You already have a feeling where this conversation is heading.

“Hajime won’t shut up about you. Like, ever,” he says and links his arm with yours, dragging you to the other end of the hallway. “He’s here too, by the way. Last time I saw him he was winning some kind of arm wrestling contest, but if you ask me people just wanted to ogle at his biceps. Can you blame them?” 

Speaking of the devil, you find Iwaizumi stumbling out of the bathroom, stilling when he sees you. His hoodie is tied around his waist and he’s wearing some baggy jeans and a tight, sleeveless compression shirt that does show off his arms nicely. Very nicely. So nicely you forget what to say for a brief second. 

Makki shoves you into Iwaizumi’s arms before heading off somewhere else, probably asking Mattsun to push him against the nearest wall, and you’re alone with the boy again. He caught you by your shoulders, his hands now resting on top of them while he looks you up and down. You wonder if he’ll do the chin thing again, and maybe if third time’s a charm and he’s gonna kiss you tonight for real. 

Instead he asks, “do you want to check out the tattoo station they set up in the other room?” and because your impulse control has vanished the moment you entered his orbit, you agree without a second thought. Maybe not even a first thought. Ten minutes later you’re wearing a pair of black latex gloves and hover over Iwaizumi who is lying shirtless on his back in front of you.

“Kinda sad you don’t want a tramp stamp. It’d look good on you,” you sigh with feigned annoyance while rubbing an alcohol soaked pad over his hip bones to disinfect that part, trying hard to keep your eyes pinned on there, but it’s kind of an impossible thing to ask of you. It would be a shame if you didn’t appreciate the canvas in front of you.

“Maybe next time,” Iwaizumi exclaims with the confidence of a man who simply doesn’t do the whole ordeal of regretting. It’s admirable, really. “And I let you pick the design of this one, didn’t I?”

That he did. You drew a wonky oval shape on the stencil paper which was kind of impressive as it was, given the drinks you had prior to that. Iwaizumi took the pencil from you and added a similar one, overlapping with yours. 

“That’s two eggs,” you muttered, tilting your head to the side and trying hard to focus–which again, was a hard task at hand, given that Iwaizumi leaned over your shoulder shirtless. He smelled nice. You noticed that the first time you met already. Something between fresh laundry, a spritzer of YSL Y on the side of his nape and a hint of sweat, but not unpleasant. It made you want to dig your teeth into the curve of his neck and shoulder.

“It’s a heart, dumbass,” Iwaizumi huffed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, second to how much both of you were thinking about kissing the other. 

✧. ┊ FOUR

When Kenma invited you over to his place for the Bouncing Ball winter party, you were promised free unlimited food and a goodie bag, but all you got was ancient rage and a badly rolled cigarette passed back and forth between Iwaizumi and you.

“I will fucking kill Oikawa with my bare hands,” you mutter under your breath and squeeze the can of lychee soda (branded with the Bouncing Ball logo) that you’re holding a little tighter. 

“Believe me, I’ve tried many times in the past but this bastard always comes back. Like some demon lord or something.” Iwaizumi takes an angry drag of the cigarette before holding it between your lips again. His fingers brush lightly against your skin when he does and it’s the only thing that calms you down a little. 

“Like. The blue shell right before the finish line felt so personal, right?”

Kenma had sent both of you into timeout outside when you almost flung the unstrapped Wii remote towards the flatscreen and Iwaizumi might or might have not punched a hole into the shoji door after Oikawa won the third round of Mario Kart in a row and was being awfully smug about it.

You’re sitting on the backstairs together, huddled close to each other from the cold and the unspoken desire to kiss the other one stupid. With every minute you spend like this your anger vaporizes little by little, until all you can feel is the body heat radiating off Iwaizumi’s body and how calloused his hand is when he takes yours into his.

He’s wearing the hat you crocheted for him, an apology for the crooked hand poked tattoo you gave him a few days prior to today which now adorned his hip bone. At least it wasn’t infected which was a tiny miracle given the circumstances. His face lit up when you handed the hat to him, wrapped in some tin foil because neither you nor Atsumu own gift paper and that’s the most festive you could do with the utensils you had at hand. At least you threw in a little bit of confetti which was now stuck in his dark hair.

You pick some of it off his strands and Iwaizumi leans a little closer. It reminds you a lot of a big cat asking for head scratches. 

“‘s nice, with you,” he mumbles without looking at you and gives your hand a small squeeze. His thumb rubs over your knuckles with unexpected gentleness and your head sinks against his shoulder.

“Really nice,” you agree quietly, allowing yourself to close your eyes. 

The moment could have been perfect. Just the two of you, the stubbed out cigarette at your feet and the sweet taste of artificial lychee on your lips, the slowly falling snow. If only it wasn’t for the backdoor being flung open again, carrying the chatter and the music from inside towards you and a too familiar voice that will surely haunt your nightmares chirping “yahoo~”, making Iwaizumi next to you groan in agony. 

You spend the rest of the night losing another ten rounds of Mario Kart and Oikawa manifests as your sleep paralysis demon from now on, but at least you got to hold Iwaizumi’s hand under the table a little longer.

✧. ┊ FIVE

Hinata is back home from his semester abroad in Brazil. He texted the groupchat a photo of him (wow, he got really tan and buff, you think) and the three giant boxes of oranges that he brought with him and invited everyone over for an impromptu reunion party at his place. 

It’s not as excessive as other parties of your friends, more of a get together that lasts an entire weekend with everyone dropping by and going as they please, as long as they take a few oranges with them. 

You quite literally ran into Iwaizumi on your way there, your hands full with a bunch of books you borrowed from the library prior to that and him almost crashing into you when he skated around the corner on his longboard. He wore the hat you crocheted him again (with less confetti this time) and offered you his scarf and a ride. You almost wish Hinata would live at the other end of the world just so you’d have an excuse to sit cross-legged on his board in front of him while he pushes it slowly for a little longer. 

Maybe he’ll give you a ride home if you ask him nicely. Maybe the right words would fall out of your mouth this time. Maybe he’ll kiss you on the threshold, with his fingers tracing your jaw and your lips parting for him so willingly.

At Hinata’s place you find your way underneath the kotatsu with Iwaizumi by your side. The air smells like hot punch and christmas cookies and you listen for hours to Hinata talking about the things he experienced while abroad. You swipe through photos on his tablet while around you people come and go, and the entire time Iwaizumi sits so close to you that your knees keep touching underneath the table. Occasionally his hand brushes over the small of your back or pulls you a little closer towards him when someone else squeezes beside you, his touch lingering but never overbearing. 

It’s getting late and you should probably go home soon, considering the last looming deadline you still had to tackle before your winter break, but it’s not easy to peel yourself away from Iwaizumi. Not when he draped his jacket over your shoulders and his fingers brushed the nape of your neck, and especially not when he starts peeling oranges for you and starts pushing the slices directly between your lips when you’re too lazy to lift your head. 

You watch him quietly as he does, his fingers that are usually a little bruised and roughed up now impossibly gentle as he digs through the citrus skin, peeling away layer after layer. It’s beautiful, you think. He’s beautiful. You wonder if he could do the same to you, tearing through every bit of resistance you put up to protect your heart, or maybe if it was already bare in front of him the entire time, ready for him to sink his teeth into your flesh.

You hope he’ll peel a thousand more oranges for you in this lifetime.

✧. ┊ ONE, AGAIN

It’s winter solstice and Atsumu and you decide to host one last party at your home before the year ends. Together you go out to buy liquor and one mistletoe (for the festive spark of it all) but the lady from the flower store insists you take all of them for free since they’re closing soon and she would throw them out anyway. So now there’s around fifty mistletoes hanging from every ceiling of your apartment and the entire hallway of your floor, and you briefly wonder just how many mistletoes it would take for Iwaizumi to kiss you tonight.

Osamu begrudgingly agrees to prepare some food since you’d end up raiding their fridge around 2AM anyway if he doesn’t, meanwhile Suna shows you some paparazzi-esque photos on his phone that he took of Iwaizumi and you over the span of this month. For once you’re grateful that he snaps a photo of everything and everyone, because swiping through these makes your heart do a little flip in your chest.

There’s one with both of you smoking on the fire escape, leaning in close to catch the flame of the lighter. You with your legs thrown over his lap on their couch while waiting for the weed brownies, his arm resting behind you on the couch. The moment when Iwaizumi takes his tight compression shirt off in front of you (it’s slightly blurry and Suna blames it on the goths and their shitty lighting). Iwaizumi and you pinning Oikawa to the floor and a Wii controller on the verge of becoming a murder weapon. You napping with your head on top of your folded arms, a plate with some orange peel in front of you, Iwaizumi’s hand in the back of your neck while looking down at you fondly. 

To be adored by Iwaizumi Hajime feels tender and mellow. There’s something magical about it; never loud or overwhelming, and yet never leaving room for doubt how he does love you with his entire being. It comes to him as natural as breathing. A love as toasty warm like a black cat basking in the sun, storing sunshine in every fibre of your soul. 

When you open the door for him later that night, he hugs you longer than usual, his arms caging you in his embrace. He murmurs something about all these mistletoes against the shell of your ear and you laugh.

“I think it’s a dumb tradition, but they’re quite beautiful, aren't they?”, you ask and Iwaizumi pulls back slightly to look at you, his hand cupping one side of your face now. 

“More than just beautiful,” he mumbles, not talking about the mistletoes.

You learn that night that Iwaizumi doesn’t dance (other than Oikawa and Atsumu who are currently destroying the Dance Dance Revolution dance pads in the living room), but he’ll happily spend hours watching you do your DJ thing. Anything as long as he can be in your proximity. He’s leaning back in the chair in the corner behind your pult, a cold Tiger beer in one hand, his chin resting on the other and his gaze never leaving you. It’s like he’s your personal bouncer for the night. You quite like that. It’s an oddly protective gesture but it makes you feel warm and giddy. 

“Someone just asked me if they can snort protein powder off my biceps,” he tells you when you return from the bathroom back to his side. He holds up a cigarette he rolled for you meanwhile. You lean down and let him put it between your lips before he reaches for your lighter stored in his pocket. 

“And did you let them?”, you ask, your face illuminated for the flick of a second when he lights up the cigarette for you. You’re standing between his spread legs and Iwaizumi reaches for your hips, making you stumble a little closer to where he was sitting. His chest is heaving now, his pupils dilating when he lets his eyes wander over you. You’ve seen this expression before, you think. It’s been the same from when you touched him for the first time, back then on the fire escape.

“Told them I was already taken,” he murmurs, almost not audible, and even in the dim light you can see the tip of his ears dusted in a dark pink color. His eyes flick up to yours and his expression is something between pleading and demanding. Oh. 

How brazen. 

He lets out a labored breath when you push him back in his chair, making room for you to straddle his hips. His hands find your thighs, fingers digging into your supple flesh and it’s clear that he doesn’t plan on letting you go for the rest of the night. Or, forever maybe.

You take a long drag of your cigarette and this time it’s you cupping his chin, tilting it up and hovering above him. Iwaizumi doesn’t need to be told what to do, his head falling back, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly before he parts his lips and lets you blow a mouthful of smoke into his lungs. It’s greedy, how he swallows it so willingly, watching you through half-lidded eyes. Hungry. Begging. Adoring. 

He’s in love with you like no one else ever was. 

“I need to kiss you or else I’m going insane.” 

His voice is hoarse, strained. As if he is clinging to the last bit of his resistance and sanity. In one swift movement he snatches the cigarette from your lips with one hand and carelessly drowns it in his half-empty beer bottle, his other hand wraps around the back of your neck and pulls you closer to him again.

“Please,” he huffs and it sounds like he’s pierced with ten swords, in agony over not feeling your lips against his. “Pretty please.” 

Your arms wrap around him and you kiss him. During the longest night of the year it’s like the sun is rising just for you. You don’t think, just let the feeling wash over you as your body melts against his. Iwaizumi lets out a quiet growl and kisses you back, gently at first, until your tongue slides against his and his calloused hands against your bare skin start trembling slightly. He’s using every ounce of self-restraint so he wouldn’t devour you on the spot. He knows you’d let him and that is a problem. 

“Took you long enough,” you mumble against his lips once you pull apart to breathe, which could have been an hour later or a lifetime. Time becomes a blur under the soft caress of Iwaizumi. He mirrors your smug smile, stealing another kiss from your lips.

“I’ll make up for it,” he rasps, closing his eyes when you rest your forehead against his. His hands on your waist pull you impossibly closer again, his fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt, caressing the sliver of skin there. He lets out a quiet hum, a sound very close to purring. “Gonna kiss you stupid till you forget your own name and can only remember mine.”

“Silly,” you huff back and kiss him again. “Is this a threat or a promise?”

“Both. With you, it’s both.”

a/n: hi eggy ily!! your wishlist was spectacular and i had a lot of fun writing this for you (at some point it got a little out of hand i'll admit lmao). hope you enjoyed your gift and that the rest of your 2024 will be warm and tender. trying not to get sappy here, just know you always leave such a mark with anything you write, it's something i deeply admire. happy holidays & all the love for you <3

[kurooangel]

★ smut. timeskip haikyuu. masterlist ❞

your roomate, kozume kenma, who strokes his cock knowing you're in the room right next to his, sleeping peacefully, oblivious to how he is thinking about you. his eyes utterly shut as his hand spreads his sticky pre cum all along his length, imagining it's your pretty pussy instead of him. he imagines how perfect your warm and slippery walls would take him, how he would fit in your tight cunt because you were made for him and him only. his pace increases when he remembers your perfect lips and how you would split on his dick and take it in your mouth, how good you would make him cum.

[tetskuro]

the instant the temperatures begin to drop, it's a signal to atsumu to prepare himself for the months ahead. not because he doesn't fare well in cold weather—atsumu tends to run hot, but you? all the layers of clothing and blankets couldn't prevent the frigid winter air from nipping at you.

atsumu likes to complain about being your personal heater, but you can't help it if your fingers and toes are still freezing even after putting on snug mittens or fuzzy socks.

"yer feet are like ice blocks," he grumbles when your cold extremities brush against his legs. the heat radiating off of him is a warmly welcomed respite from the chilly outside world.

"i can't help it, 'tsumu. winter has a personal vendetta against me apparently."

despite his whining, he does nothing to stop you from tangling your legs with his. or snaking your hands underneath his shirt. or burying your face in the crook of his neck.

your teeth chatter involuntarily even as you're buried beneath two quilts and a comforter, and atsumu is overcome by a wave of protectiveness, securing his arms firmly around your shivering form.

he pretends to be disgruntled, but affection seeps through his words. "are ya happy?"

snuggling closer to him, you hum contentedly, and he feels your smile against his skin. the light touch of your fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on his bare back sends tingles down his spine like stray sparks from a bonfire.

he'll never admit it but atsumu is secretly happy to be your hearth. because even though it may be cold outside, when you're holding him close, how can he deny the swelling warmth in his heart?

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© tetskuro 2024. please do not repost or modify my work.

[bespinnn]

Ahhh so cuteeee

WINNING YOU ➜ USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

⨳ see this carrd for all information needed!

⨳ chapters with the symbol [ 𝜗𝜚 ] next to it have written portions!

normal pinned here.

╰ chapter one ; lost ! nov 2, 2024

⨳ content warning ; smau 、 profanity 、 collisions 、 anxious! yachi.

╰ chapter two ; digital footprint ! nov 4, 2024

⨳ content warning ; smau 、 profanity 、 deep diving into moms facebooks 、 banxious! yachi 、 dry texter! ushijima (except he doesn’t know).

╰ chapter three ; poor girl ! nov 6, 2023

⨳ content warning ; smau 、 profanity 、 anxious! yachi 、 dry texter! ushijima (except he doesn’t know) 、 confused! ushijima 、 texting like ur excited all the time just to make it seem like ur happy to be talking to him (u are but like u get what im trying to say right).

╰ chapter four ; husband ! nov 8, 2024

⨳ content warning ; smau 、 profanity 、 ushijima is texting more, yay! 、 no ‘coolest 3rd years’ this time… (sorry semi & tendou) 、 also no seijoh bc… plot purposes!

╰ chapter five ; runaway ! [ 𝜗𝜚 ] nov 10, 2024

⨳ content warning ; smau 、 profanity 、 written section 、 shiratorizawa winning again… 、 scared & anxious & WIMPY! reader (i say this with love) 、 TW: ushijima texts first 、 feelings realization.

╰ chapter six ; that one café ! nov 12, 2024

⨳ content warning ; smau 、 profanity 、 ushijima texts FIRST omg 、 all nighters 、 ushijima going to TENDOU of all people for relationship advice 、 asking out on dates.

╰ chapter seven ; tendou ! nov, 14 2024

⨳ content warning ; smau 、 profanity 、 nervous! reader 、 texts from ex 、 short.

╰ chapter eight ; the date ! [ 𝜗𝜚 ] nov 16, 2024

⨳ content warning ; first date 、 café 、 drabble 、 short 、 final chapter! 、 cute! ushijima.

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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏, 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐄 — 𝐑. 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀

rintarō suna x f!reader

rintarō suna’s guide on how to ruin a friendship, twice

cw ; none for this chapter

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁

preface

upon picking up this book, most people would be wondering, why would anyone ruin a friendship, not once, but twice?

while it’s true that friendships are thought to be unbreakable safe havens, bonds that can withstand the test of time, it’s often the people closest to us that hurt us the most. maybe it’s because we just them to stay that their actions cut us the deepest and hurt us the most.

dear reader, this guide isn’t for the faint of heart. it’s for those who have loved fiercely, perhaps too fiercely to the point of destroying what once was thought to be indestructible. this guide is for those who are looking for second chances, a way to amend the broken, a way to rebuild something stronger.

and if you're lucky—or unlucky—enough, you might just discover that ruining what once was can lead to something far more than friendship.

so, welcome to rintaro suna's guide on how to ruin a friendship, twice. let's get started.

THE SUMMER RINTARŌ SUNA TURNED SIX might have been the most memorable summer of his life.

Maybe it was because it was the first summer he can still fully recall down to the smell of the sweet grass of the field near his house where all the neighborhood kids played, or maybe it was because of the little (h/c) haired girl that moved across the street from him, but either way, it was a summer he’s sure he’ll never forget.

Rintarō Suna has never been an expressive person, even in his youth. Despite many attempts, the most anyone (his family included) could coax out of him would be a sigh or a roll of his eyes. He wasn’t much of a ‘talker’ either, preferring to stay silent and let others steer conversations while he would just nod along, sometimes he’d even throw in a word or two.

The summer after he turned six also turned out to be the summer he learned to become a little more expressive and just a smidge more talkative, all thanks to the little (h/c) haired girl who moved in across the street.

Y/N L/N DIDN’T KNOW MANY PEOPLE in the area she moved to in July of 2010, all she knew was that her father had gotten a new job and her family would have to move.

Moving from one side of Aichi prefecture to the other had some minor consequences: moving houses, changing schools, and making new friends. Y/n L/n loved her friends from her old school, and making friends was always a daunting challenge. Especially when you’re six years old, and starting in the third term as opposed to the first like everyone else.

But for Y/n L/n, it seemed as though making friends was akin to breathing for her. It was almost as if she was a people magnet, drawing others towards her like moths to flames.

And Rintarō Suna was the biggest moth to her flame.

a/n ; this is unedited/not revised or proofread teehee

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[ferigrieving]

hq boys as tweets !

ft. shirabu, goshiki, iwaizumi, maki, tsukishima, suna, osamu, kuroo, atsumu, and kenma !

⤷ masterlist ; five ; seven ; requests open...

[m3owcuryy]

౨ৎ ━━━ naughty or nice ?

━ character: timeskip!atsumu miya x fem!reader

━ sum: have you been naughty or nice?

━ wc: 2.3k

━ tw: nsfw (18+) , explicit smut, mdni

━ contents: edging, heavy on overstimulating, teasing, handcuffs, pet names, praise, dirty talk, saliva, messy bro idk just know its messy bcs i cant be bothered to think anymore

lowercase intended!

m.list

miya atsumu didn't know what he was in for when he agreed to your little surprise.

wifey <3: tsumtsum! ure off for the next 3 weeks right? when u get home can u do me a huge favor???

husband <3: yup dependsssss whatdya need princess

wifey <3: i have a surprise for u! when u get home go into the room and sit on the desk chair BUT MAKE SURE UR EYES ARE CLOSED

husband <3: im afraid but whtv u want princess promise theyll b closed

wifey <3: yayyyy i'll see ya soon! iloveyou! drive safe!

husband <3: iloveyou2 i will

there he was, sitting in your shared bedroom, with his eyes closed shut. he was used to your little antics, the little surprises you'd do for him whenever you felt like it (which was very often), he loves that part of you. seeing you get excited because he was excited, always made his heart melt.

but, this was something new. you've never made him have to close his eyes during your surprises for him, so this was certainly a new experience for him.

"are your eyes closed, tsum?" your heavenly voice rang from the walk in closet, a deep chuckle resonating throughout the room.

"yes, princess."

without any other words exchanged, atsumu hears your footsteps walk out of the closet. with his eyes closed, all of his other senses were heightened. the sound of you walking closer to him, as well as hearing something metal clicking made him raise an eyebrow in confusion. the familiar sound of light switches being flipped were adding onto his curiosity. his hands that were once crossed across his chest, were being unwrapped from each other, feeling your soft hands guiding them to his sides, then the back of backrest.

all of a sudden, his wrists came into contact with something cold and the familiar sound of metal clicking was heard.

"keep your eyes closed, tsum.~" you purred into his ear.

"did'ya just 'andcuff me?" atsumu asked, amusement in his tone. your touch ever so slightly grazing his exposed biceps and his neck, excitement was running throughout his body.

his question went unanswered, making him let out a low chuckle, letting you continue whatever you were doing. your soft fingertips continued to graze his exposed skin, goosebumps trailing wherever your fingers touched.

his patience began wearing thin, his eyes still closed shut. your soft touches were beginning to drive him insane plus the fact at not being able to touch you. his hands still cuffed together behind his back with no other explanation.

"ya wanna open your eyes, love?" your soft lips grazing shell of his ear, making him grunt.

"'f course, can i?"

"hm, okay then.~" atsumu's eyes snapped open.

as he opened his eyes, he felt you sit on his la immediately. your arms wrapped around his neck as his eyes adjusted to the light. soon his vision cleared, his eyes met your's.

there, you were sat on his lap with light makeup on and a bold red lipstick, making your teeth look even brighter as you flashed him a smile. his eyes trailed down your body, a red, two piece lingerie hugged your body. your boobs being held in together by a thin, lace bra that was see through, adorned with white faux fur on the top of the cups and two little, white puff balls in the middle of the piece, held on by a red piece of fabric. your underwear was the same material as the bra's thin, lace fabric. looking down your legs, you had on black, lace stockings going up to your knees, with a white ruffle on the garter and a black bow. to add onto the look, you had a santa hat on. you could feel atsumu's eyes devouring your body.

"holy shit, princess." atsumu muttered under his breath, as he continued to look at you. your nipples were perked through the bra's lace, making them look so delicious to the male. you began to feel his cock beginning to get hard as he continued to look at you. placing a kiss on his neck, you looked at him, your expression innocent.

"do ya like it, tsumu?"

"i love it, princess," atsumu said, breathlessly, his cock softly twitching. "i jus' wan' eat ya up right now. ya look so fuckin' good in that. if yer mrs. claus, i might jus' hafta be a good boy every year."

"merry christmas eve, tsum," you laughed, pecking his lips, your red lipstick slightly transferring onto his. "but i can't uncuff you. apparently, you're on the naught list this year."

"c'mon, can't ya make an 'xeption fer me?" the bulge in atsumu's volleyball shorts getting bigger, as he played along.

"nope, sorry, tsumtsum." you fake pouted, getting off of his lap, standing in front of him, letting him get a good view of your whole figure.

grunting, atsumu tries to separate his wrists, in attempt to take the cuffs off. his attempts prove to be futile, making him huff. shaking your head you sat back down on his lap, straddling his waist. letting out a quiet whimper from your pussy rubbing against his throbbing cock, atsumu sucks in a sharp breath.

you began to slowly rock your hips, rubbing your pussy against his clothed cock. soft groans coming up from atsumu's throat as he watched you rub against him. biting your lower lip, you push down on his hardened dick. you put your lips onto his, his mouth immediately began attacking your's. he bit down on your lower lip, harshly, forcing you to open your mouth, using the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth.

wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull away from the kiss, placing pecks down from the corner of his lips and to his neck with a trail of red lipstick. whining ever so softly at the departure of your lips, he tilts his head back, giving you full access, his adam's apple bobbing from swallowing.

soon, attacking his neck with very small nibbles, some becoming into love bites, atsumu moans when he feels you bite down on his sensitive spot. atsumu loves when you give him love bites or hickeys, he loves seeing them whenever he's changing or in the shower, saying that it makes him feel a million times hotter when it's your 'art' work.

atsumu's patience was running out and you could tell from his clenching his teeth, his jaw flexing. the way atsumu looked right now made your pussy clenching around nothing, the wetness soon soaking the panties. and the red lipstick trail? you didn't know how long you'd be able to keep him handcuffed and let him ruin you instead.

going down on your knees in front of atsumu, you looked at him. your hair framing your face perfectly, your tits looked so nice in the bra, your cleavage made atsumu's mouth water, your thighs rubbing against one another, showing how horny you actually were. you pulled down his shorts, painfully slow, followed right after by his boxers. his cock sprung free, hitting his lower stomach, making you drool at the sight, atsumu's lip twitched up into a smirk.

"your cock is so big, tsumu.~" you purred, giving the tip of his cock a soft lick, making atsumu buck his hips forward at the contact. pushing down on his hips with your hands, you teasingly shook your head, a playful frown on your pretty lips.

"you've been naughty, atsumu. ya can't do whatever you want." atsumu's eyes were narrow, his eyebrows scrunched.

you spit onto his cock, your hand soon wrapping around his cock, pumping him to spread the wetness. atsumu let out a groan at the feeling of your hand wrap around him, softly jacking him off. looking at atsumu's face, your pussy began to clench again, making you bring you hand down his shaft, and wrapping your soft lips around his red tip that was oozing of precum. tasting the saltiness, you began to give the tip of his cock soft licks as you continued to pump him.

"ngh..." atsumu groaned. his hips attempting to thrust up, but was brought back down when you let go of his dick, using both hands to keep his hips from moving.

"fuck- 'm cummin'." with that, his cum shot into your mouth some making its way down your throat already.

"already, tsumtsum?" you teased after swallowing his cum, much to his approval.

"'s been so long.~ can ya uncuff me now, princess? lemme make ya feel good too." thinking you were going to finally let him out of the cuffs, he let out a choked moan when your hand came into contact with his dick once more, his cock sensitive from cumming previously.

before atsumu could say anything, your finger rubbed the slit of his dick, making him try to reel his hips back from the sensitivity he was feeling, but couldn't. you continued to use one hand, soon using your other hand to pump his cock. groans came up bubbling from his throat as you began to jack him off, your hands slightly squeezing around his dick, making him moan out loud. your pussy clenched around nothing seeing his eyebrows furrow, biting his lower lip.

"shitshit- 'm already cummin' again." atsumu whined, his hips bucking, as he shot another load onto your chest. your tits, covered in his cum.

"aww, tsumtsum, you look so cute right now." you giggled, as you looked at him. bringing a finger down, scooping up some of his cum, and sucking on your finger. "i'm sure you can do one more. you can do it, my love."

breathing heavily, atsumu's eyes began to droop, as he began to attempt to free himself from the cuffs, wanting to pick you up and just fuck you until you both no longer could. in the middle of him thrashing his arms around, the feeling of your lips wrapped around his cock, made him cry out.

"fuck, baby please." atsumu begged as he looked down at you with your pretty lips around his big cock. your red lipstick was slightly smeared from the kissing.

his pleads went ignored when you began to bring your head down as far as possible down his cock, choking on it. you continued to suck his dick as you looked up at him through your eyelashes. his face was scrunched up from the overstimulation, his mouth parted as moans slipped past his lips. his moans made you, rub your legs together even more, your pussy desperate to wrap around his cock and milk him dry.

atsumu's mind was beginning to get slightly hazy, the feeling of your lips around his dick was so agonizing, but it felt so fucking good, he didn't want to stop. atsumu looked down at you sucking his dick as your hand began to fondle with his balls, making him let out a loud groan. the way your red lipstick was now officially smeared, your mascara and eyeliner slightly smudged from your eyes watering whenever you gagged, atsumu felt himself wanting to cum again.

"'m-'m cummin' again, fuccck." but as he was about to cum, you pulled away from his cock. a whine went past atsumu's lips as his high went away.

"[nameeeee]." atsumu whined, throwing his head back in frustration.

"oh? were you gonna cum, tsumu?" you feigned ignorance, making atsumu roll his eyes.

"uncuff me 'lready." atsumu was getting annoyed at not being able to do anything. his wrists were a bright fiery red from him trying to get the cuffs offs, but he didn't care as he continued to try and get his hands out of the metal bondage.

"c'mon, tsumu, one more and i'll uncuff you.~" you pulled out the cuff keys from your cleavage, flaunting it in his face, his face contorted with frustration.

putting the key back in between your tits, you went back to his cock, your hands pumping his dick once again, before you ran a finger through the bulging vein in his cock. bringing your tongue up to the tip from the base, you sucked on his tip, running your tongue up and down his slit.

"f-fuck...please.~" at this point, atsumu was out of it, all he had in his head was to fuck you. his whines began turning into soft cries as atsumu was about to reach his high once again, his hips bucking, shoving his cock down your throat, making you gag and pull away for a split second before going back to sucking his length.

"ngh... ngh..." atsumu's moans were music to your ears, his moans encouraging you to deep throat him, tears were slipping past your eyes as you ignored the burning sensation of the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. makeup was running down your face, as well as a drool of saliva at the corner of your mouth.

you were starting to drip from your core, from how good atsumu looked. a few tear stains were coming down his cheeks, his eyes watery, his mouth hanging out as you made him fucked out. you brought your hand down your panties and began rubbing your clit, you began moaning onto his cock, adding vibration, sending him over the edge.

"princess.~" atsumu cried. "'m cummin'."

you hummed, the vibration ran through his cock as he came straight down your throat. taking his cock out of your mouth with a 'pop!', you stood up looking at him. atsumu looked at you hungrily and with frustration along with irritation. his dick still up and hard. you were debating on leaving him handcuffed.

gathering all of your courage, you went behind him, taking your sweet time with uncuffing him. after both of his wrists were freed, you attempted to flee, running around him. but much to your luck, atsumu had moved quicker, grabbing you by the waist, and tossing you onto the bed.

atsumu threw his shirt off, towering above you.

"yer turn for the cuffs, mrs. claus.~"

note(s):

proofread!!!

merry christmas eve!

here's a lil something hehe, btw this was my first time writing an actual smut soooo pls lmk what u guys think! constructive criticism would b vvv appreciated! but dont be an asshole pls!

[dearru]

soju kisses | s.hinata

pairing: hinata shoyo x gn!reader | sfw | cw: alcohol, kinda suggestive, drunkenly kissing | genre: fluff | wc: 773 | masterlist

synopsis -> shoyo loves parties— and you.

HINATA SHOYO loves parties. The hum of conversation, the burning sensation of a shot sliding down his throat, the pulsing bass of music— it’s heaven sent. He’s in his element at gatherings like this, when everyone’s inhibitions are lowered from the openness that alcohol promotes.

What he loves most about parties, though—is having you as his plus one.

Right now, he’s engaged in an animated conversation with friends, chatting about a training regime his coach has him on. Heart swelling with joy from the easy-going laughter that surrounds him, he freezes mid-sentence when he hears a familiar voice call out from across the room.

“Shoooo,” You whine, and the noise from the party fades into the distant background at the sound of your tone, melodious and siren-like.

He turns, and is captured by the sight of your lips puffing into a cute little pout that he hardly gets to see.

“C’mere. Wanna kiss you,” You call out, and his body moves on its own.

Smiling brightly, he bids his friends a quick goodbye before hopping off the stool and bounding over to where you’re waiting with your arms spread expectantly. Ignoring the howls and teases from people in the background, he pulls you into a big hug, smooshing your face against him, “I’m here!”

Grinning, you paw at his chest with hearts in your eyes, and it makes his face heat up. You look at him like he’s the only person in the world. He’ll never get used to having your attention. Never.

“You’re soooo cute!” You squeal, pinching his cheek with the one hand that isn’t on him and giggling. Your speech is slurred and it fills him with a sense of endearment, “I loveeee you.”

“I— mmph love you too,” He laughs, voice impaired from your doting behavior. When you get like this, he feels fluttery inside. You awaken something in him, it’s as pure as it is primal.

“Can I have a kiss?” You beg, and he can smell the remnants of strawberry soju on your breath. Its pungent scent mixed with sweet wafts of your fragrance flood his scenes and overwhelm him with a sense of possessiveness.

“You can always have one,” He grins, leaning into you and pressing your lips together. It starts soft but soon turns fervent and hungry. He deepens the kiss and drinks you in like he’s been deprived. You squeal and push against him, the weight of your body as comforting as it is enthralling.

Shoyo wonders how he’d ever gone without your love when everything is so much brighter with you around. He moves his hands to cradle your face, holding you tightly so you can stay with him forever.

When you first met each other, he was immediately enamored by you. It almost makes him laugh when he thinks about when he finally gained the courage to ask you out. Anxious and embarrassingly eager, he remembers stuttering through a hurried confession, anticipating rejection.

And now, here you are, in his arms, kissing him like you are undoubtedly and irrevocably his.

It’s only when you gasp for air that he has half the mind to pull away. Your chest heaves as you touch your forehead to his, smiling at him crookedly. His lips hover against yours, silently asking for more.

“Another one?” He murmurs, his breath mixing with yours. Unconsciously, he realizes his hand has snaked down to your thigh, and his finger traces your plush skin impatiently. You shiver at the feeling, and he feels a twisted sense of satisfaction at your reaction. He loves how breathless you get around him; how hard you try to keep up with his unrelenting and demanding personality. Maybe it’s unfair— to need you as much as he does— but he can’t help himself. Not when it’s you.

You giggle, and a rush of adrenaline crashes over him.

“You’re so greedy, Sho,” You tease, and he smiles because he knows it’s true.

Humming, he lets his hands wander, staking claim over you because he is yours and you are his. He revels in the feeling of you, the party long forgotten.

“Greedy?” He echoes.

You nod, “The most.”

Shrugging, his eyes flicker to your lips. They’re swollen and inviting and he can’t control the sudden impulse to press his mouth against yours again. The taste of the alcohol you've consumed sends him in a trance.

When he pulls away, you whine. Wanting more. He chuckles and brushes his thumb against you. When he sees your gaze, doe-eyed and expectant, something twists in his chest.

He may be greedy— but it’s only because you make him so.

—a/n: i love hinata and soju. shoutout iris for being a beta reader :3 @cherrysurf ily iris

[kaluaah]

when the smut hits me with the repetitive

“I— I can’t”

“you can.”

[yogurtkags]

❝ HAPPY ACCIDENTS ❞ — kuroo tetsurou

cw. f!reader, fluff, cliche meet cute, strangers to friends to maybe more down the line — wc: 1.3k~

to cheer @nekomacheercaptain , my giftee ♡ for the hq x reader secret santa by @lale-txt

the winter breeze is brutal.

coupled with the featherlight flutters of falling snow, there’s nothing you want more than a mug of hot coffee, hot chocolate, hot anything. not hot enough to scald, not lukewarm, just right — warm to the touch of your hand and a heat that reaches to the depths of your bones and every crevice.

your gloved hands are shoved into the pockets of your coat, hanging heavy on your shoulders with a nice weight akin to a grandmother’s hug. god knows you need one right now, the colder days haven’t been kind to you and just getting yourself up and out of the house is a struggle all on it’s own. maybe some fresh air will do you some good, but it doesn’t feel like it when the snow’s crunching under your feet and soles of your shoes barely find purchase on the pavement as you take slightly faster but cautious steps towards alchemy’s brew.

the soft chime upon stepping in welcomes you with a sweet tune, the warmth that envelops you causing a sigh to slip out. this place was always a cosy visit no matter the season, a little nook that was a pleasant surprise to find and become your regular caffeine pick-me-up spot. you shoot a smile at the young barista working the counter as she greets you, walking over to a small table which is seemingly the only one unoccupied in a quiet corner.

small items prove difficult to handle with gloves on, let alone dollar bills and change as you fumble with your belongings. dusting away flits of white and gently tugging the fabric off your hands finger by finger, you drop them off on the table and turn around only to bump straight into a firm surface, eyes widening at the flash of jet black before you can stop your movements.

“oof—“ “woah watch ou—“

kuroo isn’t having the best day, well morning, the day just started. emails and emails, did i mention emails, bombarding his inbox and gods it’s his day off, do they even see his out of office notice? surely they can read.

it’s cold out and he much prefers the warmth of his apartment but alas, he is driven by a caffeine addiction. corporate norm if you will. he’s been meaning to try out this cafe since he moved here but he’s been so caught up with everything and everywhere in between that it just became a forlorn thought at the back of his mind, months passing and it still remains an untouched pin on his map.

he needs to step out and put his laptop away from his line of sight before he breaks his personal “no work on my off day unless it’s an emergency” rule, why not take the chance?

so he finds himself at the front of the line of alchemy’s brew, slipping the barista change and a polite smile, turning to find a seat while his hands warm up from a delicious hot drink, head in the clouds and lost in thought. maybe things are looking up.

until he completely fails to see ahead of him and collides into a smaller frame.

“i am so sorry!” you and the unfortunate individual that you ran into blurt out simultaneously, minds in sync to the horror of the scene in front of you, marked not by splotches of red, but a rich brown against tan vinyl.

your eyes quickly scan his clothing, letting out a held breath at its unstained appearance. finally bringing your gaze up to his face, the first thing you note is his very tussled hair, it resembles the ruffled feathers of a bird, or maybe more like a black cat that’s just had its coat aggressively petted and you can’t help but let the corner of your lip quirk up in amusement for just a split second before returning to a concerned frown. poor guy just wanted to have a peaceful morning and a hot drink and you probably ruined it.

what looks like a hot chocolate sloshes in the cup in his hands, slowly coming to a still after the sudden movement just a moment ago. what you assume was once full now stands half empty, and you meet his gaze with a wince, mustering up the most genuine apologetic smile you can, hands twiddling in nervousness.

“really, i’m so sorry about that, i should’ve seen where i was going.” you gesture towards his drink, “can i get you another—“

you visit this place regularly enough that you can easily get a new one for free and having made friends with the barista on shift today. you’d be willing to pay either way, it would be the right thing to do. you just want to move on from this situation as quickly as possible, the stares from the other customers starting to get under your skin.

he’s quick to cut you off with a panicked wave of his hand, “no, no, you don’t have to! you had your back turned to me, you couldn’t have known. if anything it’s my fault really.”

the way his eyes widen and words spill from his lips hurriedly doesn't quell the guilt, and instead makes you double down even more, unable to stop yourself from wanting to make it up to this seemingly sweet soul, lord knows you'd be on the verge of a breakdown if the same thing happened to you. “oh my god please, it’s the least i can do.”

"no, no, no, ok how about this— since we're both alone, or at least i assume you are? correct me if i'm wrong—"

the cafe's unexpectedly pretty busy on this saturday morning, a steady stream of customers and quiet chatter filling the air. there’s something for everyone here no matter the vibe or purpose, a solace standing the in midst of the cold like a crackling fireplace, a sanctuary.

as nice as the place is, you'd think no one in the right frame of mind other than yourself would be willing to get out of their warm bed and come outside in the snow — no one in your circle is at least, and you're certainly not waiting on anyone.

"i am!" you sound almost too chirpy affirming him about that and he thinks you so adorable.

"okay perfect, you can repay me with your company then."

"oka— wait what. are you sure?"

"i promise it's fine, you seem nice and i uh, would like to get to know you! i-if that's what you're comfortable with—" kuroo leaves out the part where you were settling down in the table he was eyeing before this whole thing happened, but he's slightly flustered, usually certain and sure but now thrown into a loop by the pretty girl that crash landed into his day, not that he's complaining. well other than maybe his spilled drink but that’s totally on him.

now that the initial shock is over, meeting his hazel eyes with a smile, you only just notice how pretty they are and compliment the rest of his features well, finally taking note that the man before you is actually very handsome and suddenly you're slightly bashful and even more embarrassed about what just transpired.

thankful that your scarf covers a little bit of your newly flushed demeanor, you nod with a shy smile and eyes averted, "i'd like that."

with a matching grin, he puts his cup down and pulls out a chair for you, and as you try to subtlety squint your eyes to peek at a scribbled name somewhere on his cup, he notices and laughs, a sound you think may be the music to your reddenned ears for the next hour or so. you’re not sure if the colour is still a reflection of the cold or a growing interest in this unnamed man, but who are you kidding, it’s more likely the latter.

“it’s kuroo, well—my name’s kuroo.”

it surprises yourself that as you sit across kuroo, this man that you just accidentally met in the middle of a cafe on a wintry morning, you think that there's nothing more in the moment that you want than to make him laugh again.

gen taglist. open (link to form) @wyrcan @urslytherin

networks. @the-all-stars-network @houseofsolisoccasum

notes. hi~ it’s been a while~ i’m a little rusty, so cheer, i hope you like this and to everyone out there, happy holidays ♡

© yogurtkags. please do not repost, plagiarise, or translate my work.

[kurooangel]

── SUCKER FOR YOU ۶ৎ     ⠀

★ FEATURING: sakusa kiyoomi ʚɞ

★ WARNINGS: nsfw content. timeskip haikyuu. oral (fem!receiving). fingering. pet names (sweetheart, baby girl), light degradation (slut). hair pulling. english isn't my first language. masterlist !!

the way kiyoomi craves you is madly. he could spend hours buring his face between your thighs, squeezing the flesh of them while his tongue plays with your hole and sucks your clit. his dark eyes are locked with his when he sucks his fingers, mouth covered with your fluids, and a string of split connects his lips and his fingers before he puts them inside you. "such a tight cunt. be a good slut and get used to it" his husky voice sends vibrations to your clit while he licks it just as a lollipop. your warm walls squeeze his fingers and yours lock with his black curls, pulling him closer to you — if that's even possible.

kiyoomi groans and he sucks your clit harder, adding a third finger inside you. a loud moan escapes your mouth and his digits fuck you harshly, you feel almost full and he barely started with you. your eyes roll back to your skull when he licks your pussy as his grip on your thigh tightens, you can't even form a proper sentence. "o-omi! me. coming. now" you mumble, biting your lower lip. rosy cheeks get even more flustered when he looks up at you and smacks your thigh, burying his fingers deeper.

"lemme taste you, sweetheart. lemme taste my pretty girl" he grunts, a primal urge as he rubs his bulge against the mattress. he needs you, but sakusa cares more about making you feel good. with a few thrust more, you feel your climax arriving and you pull his hair even more. free hand gripping the sheets when he swallows every single drop of your glory like he's a starving man in a dessert. "that's it, now you're going to take me like the good girl you are, right sweetheart? do you want me to fuck this pretty cunt?"

thinking about a second part, comment w your opinion (and if you want to be tagged if I actually do a 2d part) <3 reblogs are appreciated.

[cherrysurf]

New years kiss!suna rintarou x reader

timeskip obvi, drinking, fluff, angst if you squint super duper hard, crack, profanity, atsumu being a wingman and lwk annoying at the same time ᡣ𐭩 (also not proofread lightly looked over tho?)

Osamu decided to have a little small get together for new years, it being him, atsumu, suna, kita, you. The rest of msby and epj raijian I guess it wasn’t so small but it was atsumu fault since he made the guest list, and of course you had to help set up the rooftop of miyas onigiri shop where the party was going to take place since everyone else lacked creativity and everyone had their own Jobs to do osamu was in charge of food, Sunas was drinks, atsumu was bodyguard aka stood their and did nothing until kita put him to clean and sweep the rooftop it felt like highschool all over again, planning parties while someone’s parents were away kita trying to convince everyone that this was not a smart decision yet still being there (saving atsumu from plenty of black outs) “the gangs all back together” atsumu said as he let out a sigh while everyone was outside setting up the final things causing a cringed face from everyone and an eye roll from osamu “we were all together literally last weekend you idiot” suna said “he probably doesn’t remember since be passed out after the second round of soju” you said laughing “it’s funny to you guys but you weren’t there having to make his fat ass food at 3am” osamu said annoyed “whatever whatever let’s all have fun.” Atsumu proposed, and the fun of the night was filled with laughter and catching up talking about Japan’s volleyball stats and everyone’s plans for the small little break. It was nice seeing everyone like this again. As you stand their leaning a bit on the edge with your drink in hand watching over the city suna comes next to you “figured you needed some company over here” he said staring at the scenery as well “how thoughtful of you rin” you giggle “what’s your New Year’s resolution this time” he asked, “I don’t know I guess I don’t really have one, you?” You say looking at him admiring his side profile “get to the Olympics maybe fall in love? Whatever the new years brings me I guess” he says shrugging with a small smile on his face “falling in love? That’s new I guess it’s time for that huh” you say curious to what brought this on, did he have someone in mind but the thought of that made your heartache in some way. Since unfortunately you’ve been aware of your feelings for suna since earlier last year you didn’t have time to dwell or act on them before since you were so busy, but since everything has been slowing down it’s slowing been creeping up on your mind “I don’t know if it’s time for it to be honest but I’d be ready for it if it came” he said looking at you now observing your features which causes a pink tint to grow across your cheeks the was a moment of silence until atsumu came squishing himself between the two of you “so who’s getting a new years kiss” he says cooing “not you with that alcohol smell from your mouth” suna says rolling “boo you’re no fun” atsumu says leaving you two alone “guys the fireworks and countdown are about to start” bokuto says yelling you and suna turn to look at each other with a smile and then look at the city “3…2..1”

you and everyone else says which somehow causes you to hold sunas hands instinctively probably because of nerves which he didn’t mind at all he holds on a bit tighter which causes you to look up at him to find him already staring at you “kiss me.” he said “huh?” you look at him confused to what the fuck he was saying right now. “tsumu told me about your little crush ya know” he said smirking “that piece of shit” you murmured “i feel the same yn. I always have so kiss me."He said looking serious, you couldn’t muster up a snarky reply like usual or anything at all but you nodded yes “i need a yes or a no yn” he said “yes suna.” you look at him those being the only words you can get out which gave suna the go away to lean in and you doing the same the moment felt surreal and natural all at once the fireworks made it even more magical “my plan worked” atsumu said grinning which caused you and suna to separate and roll your eyes at him in sync “i guess i got one thing off my list for new years” suna said smiling holding you close “i guess you did.” you say smiling because you wouldn’t have it anyother way.

a/n- wrote this only for meeya lwk and thanks to dee for forcing me to write this actually helped me outta my writers block a bit

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DRIVEN BY ADRENALINE suna rintarou. chapter 001 ; only in the movies.

২ 𓂅 ࣪ ೨ ; 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 (1,221)

২ 𓂅 ࣪ ೨ ; 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 (runa is very talkative, very minimal profanity, first mention of street racing, shy! reader, karasuno! reader, runa dressing reader in … provocative clothing so they look like they fit in, anxious! reader, runa + suna are cousins again — who’s surprised?? [hint: no one !!], social anxiety)

“Hi, I’m Runa! It’s really nice to meet you. I thought you weren’t going to show up at first, but now you’re here! You seem like a nice girl so far— my last roommate was a total bitch. Sorry, I tend to talk a lot about myself. Where are you from?”

You blink at the brunette a couple times. You’ve barely even crossed the threshold of the dorm, and she’s already bombarded you with seemingly hundreds of questions. Your mind catches up with you and you shake your head to clear the fog away. “It’s nice to meet you, too,” you say quietly, giving her a shy smile. “Um, my name is Y/n and I’m from Miyagi Prefecture. What, uh, what about you?”

“No way!” She exclaims, eyes lighting up. “I’m from Miyagi Prefecture. What school did you go to? Shiratorizawa? That school is really good at sports. Or, Karasuno, maybe? They’re also pretty good. I went to Johzenji— they’re okay at sports, but I never really paid attention to anything but volleyball. I was the manager for the boys’ club.”

“Um, yeah, I went to Karasuno. I wasn’t interested in any sports though, my focus was more on the arts. Choir, photography— stuff like that.”

She nods and hums. “Totally understandable. I mean, who wants to sit in a crowded gym full of sweaty people?” She shudders in mock disgust and you snicker quietly. “I sure didn’t. That’s why I was down on the court making sure nobody died from dehydration or anything.”

You laugh, but don’t say anything more. Her face lights up once more, like she’s just realized something, and she claps her hands together. “Oh my god! I didn’t even let you in the dorm yet. Please, come in, set your stuff down.” She steps out of the way and extends her arm, giggling.

You walk past her, glancing around the room. It’s not huge, by any means, but it’s still pretty nice. There’s two beds, two desks, and a loveseat in the corner that was probably a pain to get in the dorm.

You set your things down on your bare bed— your bag, a succulent plant your mother gave you right before you left, and a takeout bag that only has fries left in it. You were planning on giving them to Runa as a housewarming gift, but they’re probably cold now, so you decide not you.

“Okay, so,” Runa starts, making you turn to look at her. “A couple things to know; I talk a lot, which you probably already picked up on.” She laughs. It’s a nice sound. “I’ll keep my side of the room clean if you do. You seem like a clean person, though, so I doubt that will be a problem. I won’t bring anybody in here without talking to you first and I hope you’ll do the same.” She pauses and purses her lips as if in thought. “I think that’s it. If you have any, like, rules or anything let me know!”

You nod slowly, taking in her words. “Sounds great,” you say, smiling. “I don’t really know anyone here yet, so you don’t have to worry about me bringing people here. And I am a pretty clean person, so that’s not a problem either. Um, I probably won’t talk too much until I get to know you better.” You swallow. “Sorry if that’s mean.”

“No, no. I totally get that. I used to be that way, too, but then I was like, ’I don't really care anymore,’ so.” She shrugs. She opens her mouth to say something, but is cut off by a knock at the door. Both of your heads turn just as a piece of what looks like paper slips under the door.

You glance at each other, sharing a confused look, but then she walks over and picks it up. You watch her eyes go from narrowed, to familiarity. “Um, what is it?” You ask.

She flips it over to see if there’s anything on the back, then looks up at you and hesitates. “Uh.” She tucks a piece of hair behind her ear and holds it out to you. “It’s an invitation to a race tonight.”

“A race?” You repeat in a mumble, eyes scanning over the words quickly. ‘T-20. be there at 10 or don’t come at all pussies.’ Your eyes widen a bit and you have to read it again to make sure you’re not hallucinating.

“A street race,” she explains. “They’re, um, like, super rare to get an invitation to. My cousin is racing tonight, so that’s probably why I got one.” You look up to see her brows furrowed. She clocks your gaze and smiles politely. “Do you wanna go with me? It’s not very fun being the only girl there who’s not interested in going home with one of the racers.”

A street race? Like, a real life street race? Those are real? You thought they only existed in movies. Aren’t they illegal?

Hundreds of thoughts flood through your brain and you can feel the palms of your hands start to sweat. You swallow hard. “A street race.” A statement, not a question. “Aren’t those, um…”

“Illegal?” She laughs, but nods. “That’s why they’re invitation-only. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to. I understand. They’re not everyone's thing.”

You chew on your bottom lip, eyes falling back to the piece of paper in your hands. You applied to this college purely because you heard Tokyo was not boring. What kind of college girl would you be if you declined this invitation. With a deep breath, you nod. “No, I’ll go. Ten o’clock.” You glance at the clock. “Four hours to find an outfit that will make it look like I belong at an illegal street race. No problem.”

She laughs again, smiling so wide her eyes crinkle. “You’re funny, Y/n,” she says. “I think we’re going to be good friends.”

You smile back at her and, once again, she claps her hands together. “I’ll help you find an outfit, don’t worry.” She walks to her closet, then looks back at you. “How comfortable are you with fishnets?”

“Um.”

The two of you leave the dorms at approximately 9:30, riding in Runa’s shitty Toyota Corolla. You have to suppress a laugh when you see it because when she had told you her cousin was racing tonight, you’d expected her to have a nice car like you assume her cousin does.

You were horribly wrong.

When you pull up to the underpass, it’s packed. Actually, maybe packed is an understatement because there are probably over 500 hundred people present. Almost instantly, you start to sweat. Even in the short-shorts and deliberately ripped up t-shirt that Runa dressed you in. Saying you’re out of your element is also probably an understatement.

You step out of the car and a mixture of gasoline and exhaust fumes hits your nose. You try your best not to scrunch your face up, but it happens anyway.

“You get used to the smell!” Runa shouts over the loud music and constant revving of engines. Somewhere to the left of you, someone screams at the top of their lungs. You glance at Runa and she snickers, walking closer to you. “And the noise.”

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hey 😉 saw ur post about ur rq being open and let me just say……… MOTORCYCLE SUNARIN!! pretty please with a big fat cherry on top 🤭

𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 — 𝐑. 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀

rintarō suna x gn!reader

learning to ride a bike is almost as easy as learning your abc’s, especially when rintarō suna’s your teacher

word count ; 890

cw ; swearing, use of babe/baby/love/other petnames

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

AND TRUE TO HIS WORD, the next time Rintarō Suna came to pick you up, he intended to teach you how to ride a bike.

Fortunately enough, you were lucky to live somewhere without much of a traffic flow. It was pretty rare to see cars that didn’t belong to your neighbors drive up and down the streets of the small corner of the suburbs you had tucked yourself away in. Teaching you a few meters away from the safety of your home shouldn’t be much of an issue.

A small, smug smile hung on his lips as he watched you walk down the driveway to where he had parked his motorcycle. Even though he had said he’d teach you when he got his bike back from the shop, what sat in front of you wasn’t the bike you’d usually find yourself on the back seat of. As if reading your mind, he rubbed the back of his leather-clad neck.

“Yeah it’s not my usual ride, but I figured you’d learn better with this than my sick ol’ baby.” The lazy grin he threw your way was enough to elicit an eye roll.

“What’s the difference?”

“This one here’s a 2018 Kawasaki Ninja 400, it’s a damn near perfect bike for a beginner. It’ll be perfect for you.” He states handing you the other helmet.

You hum in acknowledgment as you slip the helmet on over your head, adjusting the straps so it fits snugly.

“It’s got a 399cc parallel-twin engine. So it’s practically designed to provide smooth, predictable power delivery, which should help you control the bike a lot easier. The engine also has a pretty manageable torq—”

You cut him off, “babe, you gotta dumb it down for us normal folk.”

You could practically see the blush under his helmet as he pouted down at you.

“It just means that it’ll be easier for you to control.”

“See, now was that so hard?” He grumbles at your teasing.

“Yeah, okay. Here’s some things you gotta know about this bike here.” He starts to point out all the little doodads on the motorcycle, giving a basic ‘motorcycles for dummies’-esque explanation for every thing.

“This here’s the clutch.” He points at the lever on the left handlebar. “You’ll use this to start from a stop, change gears, and slow down. All it does basically is disengage and engage power from the engine.”

“The brakes.” He presses the lever on the right handlebar and points out the pedal with the back of his right foot. “The one the handle is the front brake, controls the front wheel, and is basically 75% of the braking power. The rear one is for the back wheel and it really just helps stabilize your deceleration and stop.”

“The ignition. You obviously know what that is. But this here’s,” he points to a bright red switch on the right handlebar, “the kill switch, when it’s on run, the engine’s running, and when it’s on off, it cuts the power to the engine, so you don’t have to use the key.”

He continues, explaining where everything was, the six different gears on the 2018 Kawasaki Ninja 400, how the throttle works, and to make sure you press, twist, whatever everything gently so you don’t stall the engine.

“Wow, you’re such a nerd.” You state after he’s done with the entire spiel. He rolls his eyes, turning the kill switch off and turning the key to OFF, fully shutting off the bike. With that, he kicks the kickstand to allow the bike to stand at a tilt rather than fall on its side as he gets off.

He hands you the keys and motions for you to get on the bike. Your face pales, realizing that he wasn’t joking about letting you ride the two-wheeled death machine in front of you.

“Oh, you were being serious.”

“When am I not? Don’t answer that.”

You shrug, walking over to the stand-side of the bike, grabbing onto the handlebar, your right hand gently pressing down the brake, you swing a leg over and prop the bike up completely. You can feel the bike dip a little as he swings his leg over and sits behind you.

The proximity nearly makes you jump out of your skin. Sure you’ve been close to him before, you’ve ridden his bike with him for fuck’s sake. The only difference? This time you were the one driving and he was the one with his hands on your waist. He smelled faintly of cedar wood and pine and just a little bit of aftershave.

You do as he had said a few minutes ago, and as the engine roared to life, it did nothing to ease your nervous jitters.

“You’ve got this, love. Plus, I’m right here, don’t worry.” His cool, calm words set your heart aflutter. Yeah, he’s right behind you, he’d never let anything happen to you. You trusted him with your life.

With that, you downshift to 1st gear from neutral and slightly jerk forward with a yelp. You can feel his chuckles against your back as he leans forward, covering your hands with his own.

“C’mon baby, you’ve got it, don’t be afraid.”

And with that, you took off.

a/n ; i hope you enjoy ‘cus i know i did (NOT PROOFREAD)