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[dearru]

addict | k.sakusa

pairing: sakusa x gn!reader | sfw | genre: fluff | wc: 217 | masterlist

you may be addicted to kissing kiyoomi sakusa.

but could anyone really blame you? you’re enamored by the taste of his minty mouthwash, and how the herbal scent of his aftershave tickles your nose when you lean in close. the feeling of his lips, wonderfully soft from the meticulous care he shows to his body, press against yours and sing to you like a prayer. it’s addicting.

they say moles are indicators of where your lover kissed you most in a past life, and if that was true, his future self would have far more to worry about than the two that currently reside on his forehead.

you’ll make sure of it.

you used to wonder if he cared about you, back before you two were anything at all. but now, it’s hard to imagine a world where you were ever unsure of his love. how could you have ever questioned his devotion? you certainly couldn’t now with the way his arms, reverent and gentle, capture you in a warm embrace every time you touch.

loving sakusa is as simple as breathing, and kissing him only drives you further into the depths of your adoration.

so, if you’re a little obsessed with the drunken feeling associated with kissing him, you’ll be happy to be labeled an addict.

—a/n: we r so back. i don’t rlly write for sakusa, but i was struck w random inspiration so we ball. wrote this in one go as a way to warm back up to writing so hopefully it’s somewhat coherent. also, hopefully i can post more since im on break from uni :3

[nerokoma]

heads up! — oh that’s not- (5/30)

kuroo’s got his priorities straight: make the battle at the garbage dump happen, win nationals, go to university, and maybe win the heart of the rival team’s cute manager along the way.

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[warlocksoup]

── .✦ FULL: IWAIZUMI HAJIME ── .✦

CHAPTER FOUR: spring

Iwaizumi doesn’t see her again until the snow melts. He wears a short-sleeved shirt on campus. The air smells fresh, like cold water and dirt.

She’s standing in the middle of the courtyard at the central campus, both of her hands around the strap of her backpack. Iwaizumi stops when he sees her, in the middle of rushing from one class to the other. But the sight of her drains him of any sort of urgency.

He just has to stop, and look.

Her hair’s longer. Just marginally. The type of growth he wouldn’t have noticed if he’d been around. The bottom of her shoes have a thin coating of mud from the wet spring ground, and the bottom of her jeans are rolled up to her ankles to keep them from the same fate. She wears a shirt that’s too big for her. Her head is tilted slightly to the side, and she’s talking to Akaashi.

It's weird, seeing the both of them there, just standing, talking. Iwaizumi stands still in the middle of the cement path that connects the campus buildings, and he just watches. He’s not close enough to hear what they’re saying, but it looks pleasant, easy. She says something, and Akaashi nods his head. He says something back, and she smiles.

And Iwaizumi likes to think that he’s over this kind of thing. It shouldn’t bother him anymore. It’s been months since she silently left his apartment in the early morning. There have been others, too, since then. Warm bodies to fill the space that she left, brought in to try and imitate the way he felt when her skin was pressed against him. Iwaizumi has carefully put space and time and people in between him and her.

But Akaashi takes his hand, and places it on her shoulder, and to Iwaizumi, it is suddenly like no time has passed. He is there again, with his arms around her waist as they laid bare in his bed, asking her not to leave while she was thinking about him.

Someone takes a large step around him, making a noise of discontentment at the way Iwaizumi clogs the walking path. But he doesn’t move, he doesn’t think he can. He’s so transfixed by the way she looks at Akaashi. Warmly, like she used to.

He imagines it all. Iwaizumi imagines her leaving his apartment only to answer one of Akaashi’s calls. He imagines her hearing his plea for forgiveness and giving in easily, the way she always did whenever it came to Akaashi. He imagines her regressing, slipping back into his side to be used and disregarded whenever she became inconvenient. He wonders if it’s any different than how it was before. He wonders if it’s possible for things like that to ever get any different.

Iwaizumi knows in that moment that it’s not for him. It’s not different at all. Standing there, watching her look at Akaashi and Akaashi look at her, has dredged everything he’s buried back up. The thought that he wants her as much as he always has doesn’t make Iwaizumi feel as sick as it used to.

It’s just harder for him to delude himself, now.

Akaashi is saying something, and the wind blows a bit of her hair into her face. She pushes it back, and turns her head slightly as she does so. For a second, Iwaizumi thinks that she looks right at him. His heart nearly stops in his chest, and he takes an involuntary step forward.

But her head just turns back to face Akaashi, If she did see Iwaizumi standing there, it must not’ve meant anything to her. Iwaizumi shakes his head, and makes himself take another step forward. He’s late for class, now, and he doesn’t have any time to speculate.

⋆⭒˚.⋆ 

Iwaizumi’s standing in the middle of his room, fresh from the shower. Water drops from the ends of his hair onto the back of his neck, and sweatpants hang low on his hips. He can’t find a clean shirt.

There’s a knock on the door. “Come in,” Iwaizumi says, without thinking about in, fishing through his drawers, trying to find something hidden in his sock drawer. He could’ve sworn he had more time to do laundry.

The door behind him opens, and then closes. Iwaizumi sighs and turns. It’s her.

She’s standing by the door of his bedroom, hands behind her back, wearing the same too-big shirt and cuffed up jeans. Her smile is awkward, and she rocks on her feet slightly. “Hey,” she says, and it’s the first time he’s heard her voice in months.

“Hey,” he says back, and doesn’t know what else to say. Because she had disappeared, slipped from his life like it was nothing, and now she’s back, standing before him in his room like no time at all had passed. “I erm, I thought you were Oikawa.”

“Yeah,” she says, nodding. “He let me in and said you were in here. I’m sorry I didn’t like, text or call or anything I just, I just really wanted to see you and kind of, I dunno, acted on impulse.”

That’s familiar. She’d spent plenty of time on her back in his bed because she’d acted on impulse.

“I saw you today, on campus,” she tells him. “It looked like you were on your way to class, and I didn’t want to make you late, but I just really wanted to talk to you. So I was hoping I could talk to you now, instead.”

All that time Iwaizumi stood there still, staring at her, and she didn’t see him until he was walking away. He nods. “Yeah, sure. What’s up?”

He wishes he had a shirt. He feels vulnerable, standing in front of her, bruises left down his neck in a trail evidence of what he’s been doing ever since she left. Iwaizumi keeps notice the way she tries not to look at it.

Her eyes fall to the floor in front of her. “I miss you,” she whispers, and crosses her arms over her chest. “I actually miss you a lot, Haji.”

Iwaizumi winces. He used to bask in the way she said his name, Now, it hurts. Haji feels desecrated. “Don’t call me that,” he says. “You can’t just show up after all this time and call me that.”

She nods. “Okay,” she says, and then asks, “Are you mad at me?”

He’s not sure. Maybe he is mad at her. He had spent almost all of their time apart thinking only of how much it hurt to be away from her, Iwaizumi didn’t consider that he could be angry over it. But now that she’s standing in front of him, saying his name softly and sweetly like she never stopped saying it, maybe he is.

“I don’t know,” Iwaizumi answers. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel right now.”

She takes a step closer to him. Iwaizumi can see now how her eyes trail along his neck, down to his collarbone. He wants to know if she’s jealous. He wants to know if it cuts her up the same way the mention of Akaashi’s name used to. “Can I tell you how I feel?”

Iwaizumi gives her a curt nod. “Yeah,” he says, as if it were squeezed out of him. “You can tell me whatever you want.”

“I wanted to come back, as soon as I left,” she tells him, taking another step closer. Iwaizumi tenses up. “I thought I was doing the right thing by putting distance between us, but it just hurt. I didn’t know how to undo it, though, I didn’t know how to turn around and say I changed my mind.”

Iwaizumi watches her carefully. Her hands are by her sides, fidgeting, because she doesn’t know what to do with them. She doesn’t look up at him. “I thought it wasn’t real, because it wasn’t the same as it was with Akaashi. But it’s just different. I don’t know how to put it into words.”

“I saw you with him today,” Iwaizumi interrupts her. “Talking, like nothing had ever happened.”

“Well, we have a lease together,” she reminds him. “I couldn’t just ignore him forever. I had to get over it, at least until I can move out.”

“Do you still love him?” Iwaizumi asks and holds his breath while he waits for an answer.

She looks to the side, and then looks back at Iwaizumi. “No,” she answers. “It’s not love anymore. I think I still care about him in a way I don’t want to, but I don’t love him.” She takes another step closer to him. Iwaizumi can feel her breath on his skin. “Hajime-“

“Don’t say it if you don’t mean it,” Iwaizumi warns her.

“I mean it,” she insists, and she places a hand on his chest, right over his hammering heart. “Please let me say it.”

He shakes his head. Her hand slides up the back of his neck, and tangles in the roots of his hair on the back of his head. “If you say it and then change your mind, I won’t be able to take it.”

“I won’t change my mind,” she whispers. “I promise I won’t.”

Iwaizumi leans his forehead down to rest it against hers. He missed this. He missed touching her, being touched by her. He missed the way she smells, the way she tastes. “I don’t want you to say it, yet,” he tells her.

“Okay,” she agrees. “I’ll wait.”

Iwaizumi dips his head down, and he kisses her. It doesn’t feel the same as it used to. She kisses him back, like she means it, not like she’s sorry for it. Iwaizumi places a hand on the small of her back, and tries to press her as close to him as he can. He figures by the time morning comes, he’ll be the one to change his mind.

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[eggyrocks]

static chapter eight: milk couch

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Nishinoya pretended to study for about a minute and twenty-six seconds before he gave up, and decided to abandon all pretenses in favor of obsessively listening to Suna’s radio show. “Next up’s Head in the Ceiling Fan by Title Fight,” Suna says, voice clear of any radio static. “I might’ve already played it this hour, but I can’t remember. We’ll find out if I get scolded later.” Nishinoya sighs as the song starts up, leaning back in his chair, and wonders if she likes this song, too.

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yn and suna were not doing anything exciting together they were like mailing out invitations to radio alumn and making flyers and allocating a budget

they were essentially just working side by side not talking to each other and listening to music meanwhile noyas crashing out

noya and iwa went to the thrift store to find a new couch and it was so goddamn awkward because noya was in the middle of a aforementioned crash out and being abnormally quiet

and iwa had no idea what to do or what couch to get so he’d be like “how’s this one” and noya would be like “whatever who even cares” and it was lwky driving iwa insane

they left with a random couch that does not match the rest of the apartment at all

yall i didn’t proof read this at all let’s be real

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[heartmaddie]

parfum d'étoiles | k.akaashi

chapter fourteen; just like a woman * includes written content

her hands were cold.

keiji’s slender fingers wrapped easily around hers, providing an overwhelming warmth. 

“how far away is it?” her voice was slurred. she gazed at him softly as he led her outside his apartment and towards the stairs.

“not too far,” he replied, “stay close to me, you’re wobbling.” his arm slithered around her waist and pulled her close, watching each drunken step she took carefully. keiji wondered if she’d ever looked at anyone else the way she does with him, with gentle, vulnerable eyes. she let her body relax in his arms trustingly, in only a way decades could support. 

her lips graced him with a smile, and he felt the blood rush to his cheeks unmeasurably quickly. keiji watched in awe when she sat under the moonlight, luminescent making her skin seem almost pearlescent. to him, she was nothing less than ethereal. 

he let her lean against his chest, staring up at the stars together in silence. 

“what are you thinking about?” her voice was soft, comforting.

“nothing, it’s not important.” keiji smiled down at her, fingers gently brushing reddened cheeks as he sighed. “what’s up with you and shimizu?”

“we argued, nothing out of the ordinary,” her fingers intertwined with each other. “she’s just being annoying.” keiji knew her better than anyone, with that inconsolable expression, he could tell it was more than she was willing to let on.

“what was it about?” he asked, eyes trained on hers as she wistfully beheld the stars.

“she’s being annoying about rintarou,” yn rolled her eyes, sighing deeply. “it just pisses me off how she acts so authoritative in my life.”

“i think she just cares about you, she doesn’t want you to get hurt.”

“you don’t need to defend her, i know she’s right.”

keiji nodded, shifting her body to lay against his more comfortably.

“do you love him?”

“shimizu’s a girl.”

“no, i mean suna.”

she blinked, eyebrows furrowing together in thought. 

she knows the answer, she really does, but something is holding her back.

keiji looked at her the way he used to, with his hair covering his eyes and all she wanted to do was brush them away. you’re disgusting - is what she thinks about herself when all she can imagine is the afternoons shared in their youth. gentle touches adorning supple cheeks, no regard for the consequences in the future.

it’s the way her heart still warms up whenever she sees him, the hope which is born from the callouses on his fingers. it’s different to the way she feels with rintarou, he feels more stagnant, more temporary. but this, this was something else, something which lingered right from the years of her childhood.

“yeah, i love him,” she replied simply, words not recognising what she yearned to admit. “it’s hard though, relationships are hard.”

“why?” keiji prodded, leaning his head down to be level with her. “is it meant to be hard?”

“i don’t know.” she shrugged, “it’s what i’m used to.”

she lifted the green bottle encapsulated in clenched hands and brought it to her lips for a quick swig, he watched as a droplet of alcohol fell from plump red down to concrete. 

“like, when i’m with him, everything just feels a bit more real,” she hums, pausing between words.

“in a good way, or a bad way?” he knew he was being pushy, but he couldn’t help himself.

“i couldn’t tell you,” she chuckled, eyes crinkling as she smiled. “i think he wants me to be a bit more dependent on him.” she paused, “but i just need that time for myself right now.”

“sounds stressful.”

“it is a little bit, but it’s worth it for him.”

‘is it really?’ is what he wanted to ask, but he stayed quiet.

words have gone unspoken between them for almost their whole lives. when they were younger, it was more that they didn’t know how to verbalise their thoughts, but now, decades later it was more deliberate. too scared to ruin their once again blossoming relationship, too scared to let it be more.

they stayed under the moonlight for what felt like hours, conversing through secret glances and sips from the same bottle. 

“yn?” an unfamiliar voice from behind them caught their attention, “we’re leaving now.”

she nodded, sighing as she wrapped her arms around keiji for the last time.

“happy birthday, we’ll catch up again soon?” keiji nodded, tightening his arms around her before letting go.

he watched as she left him alone, approaching tooru who casually slung his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close.

keiji groaned once she disappeared from his sight, rubbing his chest harshly in an attempt to quench it's ache.

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[uracutieraka]

Missed you

Fav! X F!reader

Smutty, angsty, fluff

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

Youre underneath him.

Hes sweaty. So are you.

‘When did i get here?’ You think.

You didnt care though.

Youve thought about this since you met him 5 years ago, though youd never admit that to him.

He’s wondering the same things you are. You see it written all over his face.

“I hate you.” It was simple. Conveyed a message.

“You dont.” He replies. He knows you better than that.

Damn.

“I missed you.”

“Ahh, thats better baby. I missed you too. S’pposed to call you and i never did.”

Hes kissing your down jaw now.

You cant help but turn your head to make more space for him.

“Why?,” you couldnt hide the hurt in your tone at all. “You knew i was waiting for you.” At this point you had pushed him away from you so you could look up at him.

He took a quick breath and leaned back to sit on his knees, the sexual aspect of this interaction long gone.

“I just,” he turned his head away from you. You were hurt. “I just thought youd end up hating me for leaving you here. And its really backwards of me cause i know youre hurt with me for just leaving and not even talking to you, but i just wanted to give you a chance to do your own thing. See new people.”

You felt your heart break.

“Did… did you see new people?” You couldnt hide the hurt in your tone.

“I couldnt. I knew i couldnt.”

“Youre lying to me.”

“I swear im not. I always thought about you. Calling you. But i just didnt know what to even say anymore.”

“An “im sorry” wouldve been nice maybe.” You grumble to him.

“Im sorry. Im here now, nothing can take me away from you again. Im so sorry. I love you.”

You dont know if it was the alcohol talking but you just missed him and couldnt help the heat building in you.

“Say it again, wanna hear you say it.” You pull him back to hover over you, holding his face in your hands.

“I love you,” its a low whisper, a secret just for you two to keep. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

“I need you.” You whisper back. The eye contact youre holding with him is sinful.

Hes back to being all over you, hand roaming, tracing a path that he follows with his lips all the way down you, until hes on his knees on the floor of your bedroom.

He grabs your ankles and quickly pulls them until your hips are at the edge of your bed. Youre on your elbows looking over yourself to see him.

You reach a hand out and cup his face in it, he puts all the weight of his head in your palm, rubbing into it slightly.

“Say it again, please?”

He looks at you, eyes blown out, he looks like he could be on something the way his pupils now took up 85% of his irises now.

“I love you.”

You moan a bit. He lets out a grunt, so quick and soft you almost miss it.

He pull your pants and underwear off in a swift movement, surely he had to learn how to do that somehow?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・

It had been a year since you graduated, you were slowly approaching two.

An old friend from high school reached out about a ‘welcome back’ party happening at their place tonight.

You werent really one to go to these things but the name of who it was for struck a chord in your heart that you just couldnt ignore.

Thats how you found yourself 4 or 5 drinks deep, anticipating his arrival.

“Hey! Y/n! Glad you could make it!” The host called out to you, finally noticing you in the (surprisingly) vast crowd of people in his tiny home.

“Heh, yeah! Thanks for inviting me!”

Just then the door opened and a sudden cheer of “AYYEEE,”s flooded the home.

You look past your old friend who invited you and immediately make eye contact with him.

How had he already spotted you? Was he specifically looking for you? Immediately upon arrival?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

Hes looking up at you, mid eating you out.

Your head is thrown backwards, still perched on your elbows so you can occasionally look down to see him.

“F-fuck, where,” you stop to moan. “Did you even learn to, aha, do this?”

He now moves his hand up so he can finger you. Opting to do this while responding.

“Been thinkin’ ‘bout ‘cha,” hes not even looking at your face, just staring at his fingers pumping in and out of you “Had ta’ study up, watched lots of videos over the years to make sure i was ready for this.”

He says it like it should be obvious that thats why he would be this good.

“Fuck! ‘M gonna cum!” Your head is now laying om your bed, fingers intertwined in his hair pulling him closer to you, insinuating you want him to go back to using his mouth.

He does, but, he also keeps his fingers moving in and out of you at a fast pace, matching how fast his mouth movements are to the speed of his hand.

This is so overwhelming, you can smell him, the sounds that are filling up your room are lewd, the way hes making you feel, youre sweaty and a bit tipsy.

You cum, letting out loud cries of his name.

And to your surprise he lets out a loud moan against you.

“Shit!”

Youre dragged back to reality quickly shooting up to see why hes sounds so upset.

“I just fuckin’ came in my pants!,” he stands up looking down at you with an overly exaggerated expression of annoyance. You can tell hes messing around about being upset. “But god damn! Youre just so sexy! I couldnt help myself”

You cant help the small giggle thqt builds in your throat from coming out. You missed his goofiness. His voice. His everything honestly.

“I missed you. Please dont leave me again.”

He looks at you and smiles, “i promise i wont.”

[tulippanes]

𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐆

ix. — oh he's wimping out

warnings: kys joke

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• Issei's words did, in fact, make Hajime paranoid

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• Hot mysterious man (Hajime) has been on Tadashi's mind 24/7 behind the scenes

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[sahrii]

the echo of water’s touch — akaashi keiji

synopsis ! in which she likes him but thinks the feelings are unrequited and he likes her but thinks he’s always the second choice.

pairings ! akaashi Keiji x fem!reader

warnings ! angst to comfort, crying, misunderstanding or miscommunication?? friends to lovers kind of, idk what else i think that’s it..

word count ! 1.4k words

It was a hushed night. Yet another night where she had to spend the night at his place because of a small squabble with her boyfriend. Or ex-boyfriend. Or whatever he was now. And this wasn’t new, much to akaashi’s dismay, it was the norm.

For quite a while, akaashi tried convincing himself that it’s okay. He’ll get over her, finish his degree, eventually find love and end up in a small, cosy house, decorated with giggles and the smell of cinnamon and coffee. For a while, he thought he’s going to be okay with being her second choice, for being there when she’s hurt, for watching her cry over a man who’s not worth a penny. For a while, he thought being friends with her was as good as it will get, and that it was always how it's supposed to be. 

But after a while, his thoughts were being nibbled at by other feelings, as if the ocean was chucking rocks at the wall akaashi built, eroding it and letting the water seep in. and this water, as it collided with his crisped walls, made a sound. A sound that told akaashi to stop lying to himself. To stop convincing himself that he’ll be okay, to stop accepting the fact that he’s a second choice. And the cracks in the wall grew bigger. And bigger. And bigger. Till the wall disappeared, and all that’s left was the water and its soft hum.

She was huddled on the couch in a blanket that smelled like him, a hint of coffee and caramel tickling her nostrils. He phone was in her hand as she stared at the messages she sent to her so-called boyfriend and all that could be heard was her feeble sniffles. 

she honestly couldn’t tell why she was crying herself. Is it her boyfriend, or the man currently sitting next to her. Is it the fact that she is just beginning to accept the fact that she’ll probably never end up getting over him or is it the fact that her boyfriend is probably out there getting drunk with some girls while she’s sat crying here. Is it the fact that the chances of her encountering a man who smells like coffee beans on a Monday morning, who has ink-black hair and eyes with the blue of a dark night lit up by stars, who holds her when she cries and smiles to her when she’s happy, are near to impossible. She just can’t tell, or rather, she just doesn’t want to know. 

However, her thoughts were muddled when he spoke up. 

“I cant do this,” he whispered. And the whisper was so full of heartache and despondency, and she just wanted to kiss him so bad, but she didn’t. she couldn’t.

Her eyes snapped from her phone to his eyes. His blue, blue eyes that told a story of sorrow and anguish. His eyes are screaming at her, please give me a chance, I will treat you better. Please forget about him, I have been here. I have been waiting for you. Please. 

“you can’t do what?” she breathed, voice trembling with confusion.

“this—this whole thing. I can’t have you come here every time he does something. I cant see you suffering because of a stupid guy that can’t see what he has. Im tired, and maybe im selfish as well—but—” he stopped to take a breath and shut his eyes. And she stopped breathing. 

“im sorry. I can’t take this anymore.” He continued, his gaze avoiding hers while she stared at him like he just killed the last bit of life she had. 

“what—what are you trying to say?” her voice cracked, and his heart squeezed. 

“im sorry,” he apologised again, and met her eyes. His heart squeezed yet again. “I think we should just—I don’t know.” He shook his head.

“stop being friends?” she croaked. For a well-known reason to her, this hurt more than whatever things her boyfriend did to her over the past year. It felt like there was one-hundred knives simultaneously stabbing her already broken heart. The heart that had pieces lopsidedly glued together to stop it from bleeding more, but that glue seemed to wear off and her heart shattered into a million more pieces right then.

“no—that’s not what I wanted to say—” he wanted to elaborate more but the tears skating down her cheeks stopped him. These tears sealed his lips shut and took his voice away. These tears grappled his heart, and he felt so suffocated. He felt like he wanted to grab his own heart and throw it out the balcony.

“then tell me what,” she sniffled as she attempted to wipe her tears away, but to no avail as they just kept coming out. 

He debated whether he should tell her or not. Maybe the friendship was already wrecked by now, so a confession won’t make things worse. He heard the sing of the water yet again. It was telling him: do it. Do it and put your heart to rest. And then he felt the warmth of the water flood his whole body.

“I like you,” he muttered, and her world stopped. her senses were tickled and the small hairs on her arms stood up. And her insides were inverted, and the embodiment of chaos was swimming in her blood. 

“you—what?” her brows knotted together and her cheeks flushed. It was quite incomprehensible. All the years she spent trying to find someone to help her move from the man she loved with every platelet in her blood. All the pain she endured. All the times she physically felt a piece of her heart snap and shatter, that all seemed like nothing.

“I like you. I’ve been in love with you for god knows how long so please, please let me move on,” he rasped out. He seemed sad. He never wanted to admit this, he never thought he would. His jaw was tense, it was so tense it looked like he’s going to break it at any given second.

“I like you,” she replied back as she sniffled. Simple, but enough to make his heart palpitate in his stomach. 

“I’m not messing around—”

“I like you, Keiji. I have always liked you,” the soft hum of her voice caressed his senses. He wanted to store this moment in a bottle of wine and get drunk with it every single night, every single hour, every single minute. He wished he could. 

“I don’t get this. How do you like me back when you’ve spent years of dating random, might I add shitty, guys?” confusion was a good word to describe how he was feeling. Confused, puzzled, and every other connotation to ever exist. Yet he couldn’t deny the fact that his body probably released every single happiness hormone, and he might be hormone deficient now. But its okay, he thought. As long as I have her, I don’t need anything else, he thought. 

“because im stupid and I wanted to find someone to get over you,” her breaths were controlled and eyes less sad than before. 

And he had a smile on his face. It was a smile that resembled the sun spreading it’s light across the surface of the ocean. That resembled the soft hum of the ocean heard inside a shell peppered with the colour blue. 

“you might be just a bit stupid,” the happiness seemed to be entangled with his voice. And she smiled too, partially because she is happy and mostly because he did. 

And the rest of the night was filled with bubbles of memories, floating up to the surface like the fizz in a glass of sparkling water. 

Akaashi was happy. He was grateful for the water that broke down his wall; that screamed at him. Because he gets to live his days from now on listening to the thrum of her voice telling him about her day, and perhaps, in the far future, living in the small cozy house he dreamt of, decorated by giggles, the smell of coffee and cinnamon, and the hum of her breaths.

And she was happy too, for she gets to swim in the blue of his eyes and play with the black of his hair as her heart starts to stitch its broken pieces together one last time, preparing to feel an immense amount of love it has never felt before.

[piftamere]

fifteen - naked man in the kitchen

track fifteen

fun facts

atsumu saw yn at a coffee shop and the minute she saw him she bolted in the other direction

bokuto told atsumu that he should go out to take his mind off her and it backfired!

noya and bokuto bonded over their shared hatred for the guy

the guy called noya "kid" and his first instinct was to try to bite him

yn was way too drunk to notice or care that the guy is an asshole

and tbh he seems perfect for her rn

atsumu stood in place with his hands over his eyes for a full 2 minutes because he saw yn and the guy make out

safe to say that kageyama failed his mission, he disappeared with hinata for most of the night and when he reappeared yn was gone with the guy

when they got to her apartment, yn started sobering up and having second thoughts, she screamed at him to get out

kageyama told hinata everything : shion cheating, yn's revenge, her mother showing up...

yn's friends are worried about her. they're used to her not having the most sensible reactions but this is a lot, even for her.

authors note

too lazy to give him a name so he'll just be "the guy"

play dumb! - next

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[moechies]

“wai—wait, no tongue rinnie, i dunno—“

“relax,” suna mumbles against your lips, pressing a soft kiss against your bottom lip. “i’ll teach you, don’t worry.” you whine, embarrassed that he may find your inexperience to be a turn off. “just follow through with m’tongue okay?”

“mhmn..” you mumble, gasping when he presses his swollen lips onto yours once again. he presses himself further into your body, your legs enveloping around his waist and tugging him in. you shiver, mouth gaping wider on instinct when you feel his silky tongue slip in between your lips, running itself over yours.

it’s so fucking wet, and so hot, you can taste his sweet spit on your tongue. it makes you ache everywhere, body sparked with excitement yet nervousness. “c’mon, try.” he groans against you, letting your tongue nervously glide against his on command. he lets out a guttural groan, grinding unconsciously into your thigh, mumbling a half coherent apology before he slips his tongue back into your mouth.

he runs the hot muscle over yours, curling over and around it with messy spit beginning to coat your lips. he doesn’t slow despite your tongue faltering and clearly weakening with every stroke of his tongue against yours. “y’r so weak baby.” he chuckles, pulling away slightly.

both of your breaths are labored, your softened eyes meet his , filled with so much love that they sparkle under the dim light. his pupils seem to dialate over and over, and you can’t help but giggle at the sight.

you can still feel the heat of his breath against your lips, one of his hands with a tight hold against your waist, and one sprawled across your shoulder — holding you still. it’s all so intimate, and all so new.

“can we d—do it again? wanna try again..” you quip, cheeks flushing at the dumb, dumb question.

as if he would say no.

[stunie]

“NEEDIN’ A RIDE REAL, REAL BAD!!”

HAIKYUU + THIGH RIDING ᯓ⭑ ft. bokuto koutarou, daichi sawamura, kuroo tetsurou, miya atsumu, sakusa kiyoomi, & ushijima wakatoshi x f!reader

contains : explicit smut (18+), thigh riding / dry humping, phone call (keep quiet n ride!), risky sex / very mild: cw exhibitionism, squirting, teasing, praise, kissing <3, hair pulling (you to them), orgasm denial, usage of pet names — 2.9K WC

note : yayya my first haikyuu post on here ! this is my response to this thirst here ૮꒰˶˃ ^ ˂̵˵꒱ა hope u all have fun reading this <3

KUROO TETSUROU.

“Whoa whoa,” Kuroo coos through a breathy chuckle, big hand wrapping around your hip to hold you still against his thigh. “Easy now, pretty thing. Let’s pause for a second, okay?”

The sound of your protests and whines almost make him cave right off the bat. “…Tetsu..” you sulk, corners of your lips curling into a sad pout even when he gives you an apologetic smile before he’s jutting his thumb to gesture at his phone, the irritating melody of his ringtone repeating itself as the screen lights up, “Incoming call from: Kenma!” displayed across the top.

“Sorryy,” he huffs. “Can’t. This one’s important.”

He’s giving you a reassuring squeeze around your hip, a silent reminder that he’ll give you everything you need in a few minutes, but you’re not having any of that. Your arms come to stubbornly wrap around his neck before he can pick up the call, sugar sweet voice already making pleas only a second later.

On any other given day, you would have let him take the call with only an irritated huff— just not today. Not with the way you can already feel your orgasm running away from you. “P-please, please Tetsu,” you sob, “I was so close. Can’t wait any longer.. please?”

His eyes are widening a bit at the unfamiliar desperation in your voice, grunt slipping out when his cock reacts to it too, twitching and slapping against his stomach— a reoccurring habit that seems to only occur whenever you give him that needy little look of yours.

“Awww,” he whispers, and you barely catch the strain in his voice. “Well I’m sorry for ruining your moment, angel.”

You’re practically purring as soon as you feel his hand come to lightly cup your jaw, immediately melting into his touch as he smiles in response. “Ah— fine,” Kuroo caves as soon as he sees your hands coming to cutely hold his wrist in place. “Guess i can’t stop you if you need it so bad. But listen here..”

His thumb moves from your jaw, digit pressing into your bottom lip to angle your face at him. The look you’re giving him is just to die for, pouty lips soft against his thumb and you’re peering up at him through those pleady eyes— as if there was even a single chance that Kuroo would ever deny his pretty girl of an orgasm in the first place.

“Nothing crazy. Deal? Kenma hears and..” he presses a little harder into your lip, watching the way your tongue comes to swipe at the invasive finger. “Me and you? Are never hearing the end of it.”

You’re swiftly nodding as soon as the words register, hands coming to rest on the muscles of his shoulders as you resume your movement the next second, gasping at the way your clit catches against his thigh. “Kenma?” You hear him hum, tucking his phone between his cheek and shoulder— quick and casual.

Maybe too casual.

“Mmm,” his eyes flicker back towards you when you take in a sharp inhale. “So it’s about that. You sure you don’t wanna meet up to go over it?”

A loud gasp slips out from you when he abruptly grabs you by your waist, and your hands slam over your mouth, Kuroo tensing beneath you. “…Hm? Yeah, I’m listening.” He chuckles, regaining his composure in an instant as he starts to rock you back and forth against his leg— and fast.

The roughness has your face contorting, nails digging deep into his shoulders as you try and resist the strong hands guiding you back and forth— try and slow him down a bit, delay your oncoming orgasm by even second if anything at all. You hadn’t expected it to come back so fast, and.. you both knew good and well that you weren’t gonna be able to stay quiet.

You give him a look, something resembling your best attempt at a glare, but he’s ignoring it— casually chatting with kenma about something you can’t quite catch. You’re only left to bite your lip, eyebrows deeply furrowed as you desperately fight the knot tightening inside your belly, thighs clamping against his own as he flexes his quad straight into you.

“Oh,” Kuroo says, hand leaving your waist to pick up his phone again, finger hovering over the ‘mute’ button, and your body is falling limp onto his chest, hands balancing yourself on him as you peer up at him through tired eyes and a heavy pant. “Actually..”

“..Looks like I got a bit of a problem to take care of here first.” He smiles. “So give me a minute, yeah?”

MIYA ATSUMU.

“Gonna have to keep that pretty voice of yours down.” Atsumu’s lips brush against the shell of your ear, big hands tight around your hips as he drags you up and down his thigh. “Or ‘Samu’s gonna hear ya.”

Your hips stutter against his leg, drawing a sharp gasp from you- and he curses under his breath. Osamu would be back any second now, and yet he’s got you seated on him, your lounge shorts pulled to the side so he can draw one quick orgasm out of you before the three of you head out for dinner.

Because you— Atsumu’s impatient lil bunny, or so he calls you, just couldn’t wait until after the dinner to get a quick treat.

“‘M trying.” You whisper, voice breathless and whiny, and you tighten your embrace around his middle, burying your face deep into the fabric of his sweater. “Feels ‘s good… so good— need more..”

“I know, I know— later, yeah?” He sounds unsteady from how roughly he’s moving you against him, muscles of his thigh flexing and hardening underneath you. “Gonna give it to ya real good. stuff ya nice and full. How’s that sound, dirty girl?”

You want that.

You know exactly how easy it’d be for him to get you gushing underneath his cock if it weren’t for your insistence on him not cumming. And well.. it kind of made sense to him— considering how your last creampie went. His mind thinks back to how you looked with his cum dribbling down your thighs as you nervously clamped them together, and how no one seemed to noticed the juices dripping into a neat little puddle beneath you.

It’d be so easy— he’s got you all mapped out and knows you like the back of his hand. He could just push those pretty thighs of yours up to your face, hold them nice and still as he pummels the deep spot inside you that has you chanting his name over and over, and your cunt would be gushing right after that.

“‘Tsumu.” You choke out, tightly latching onto him like a koala, “‘M gonna cum..!”

“You are, aren’t ya? I can tell.” He groans, and his thigh bounces up into you, mumbling a curse under his breath when you squeal at the roughness. “Show me that pretty face when you’re lettin’ go.”

A couple more rolls of your hips and you’re gasping and stuttering against him, Atsumu pulling you just right against his thigh as your eyes slam shut, knot inside you violently snapping in an instant as you tremble underneath him, your mouth falling open in a silent scream.

“That’s my fuckin’ girl.” His voice comes out deep and breathy, hands tightening their grip on you. “Ride it all out f’ me, rela- oh s-shit.”

Your eyes widen as soon as the sound of footsteps registers in your mind, and your head swiftly turns back to see that Atsumu’s already pulling your shorts back over your cunt, your juices immediately soaking through the fabric as he holds you flush against his chest, big hand cradling the back of your head.

“‘Tsumu..!” You whisper, but he’s shushing you with gentle strokes along the back of your head.

“What, ‘Samu?” he calls out, his mind putting together a silent prayer that his twin was not about to open the door.

His prayers go unanswered.

“You two ready yet?” Osamu’s asking as soon as he flings open the door, the knob accidentally slipping through his grasp, and your door crashes against your wall with a loud thud a second later.

You faintly hear him mutter an “oops” before his eyes are finally falling on you, brow raising at the sight of you clinging tightly onto atsumu as your chest heaves up and down.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI.

“What?” you can feel your concentration falter as soon as the sound of Sakusa’s voice reaches you, and you’re immediately wiping at the frustrated tears that have begun to collect along your lashes. “Can’t cum like that?”

You’re quick to shake your head, and he doesn’t miss the slight tremble to your lips. Cute.

Sakusa had his doubts about this idea of yours from the start. He knows how needy you always get— knows that despite that innocent face of yours, your cunt’s anything but. It’s greedy. Something like this was probably not gonna be able to get you to finish, and he knew that.. but a part of him was just curious.

What he wasn’t expecting, however, was to see you this frustrated. Your chest is rising up and down with each angry pant, arm coming to rub at your nose from the occasional sniffle after being denied orgasm after orgasm.

And him? he’s never felt such a strong ache before. The dark spot on his shorts are a tell-tale sign that he’s been leaking with pre-cum, and he can practically feel it starting to drip down his cock. Neither of you were doing so well, and if he was being honest, he’s on the verge of flipping you over and putting you in a mating press— but the small voice inside him wants to see you come undone on his thighs. Badly.

He’s just gotta see how you look.

“Need your cock, Omi.” You mumble, rising onto your knees to scoot further up, but he’s stopping you only a second later. “Omi? Why..?”

“No.” he says flatly. “You don’t.”

“I do!” You’re protesting immediately after, hands balancing on his shoulders. “Can’t finish without it— ah!”

You yelp when he’s roughly pulling you back down, his quad flexing as soon as your cunt makes contact with his leg. The hands around your hips are tight, and Sakusa’s setting a rhythm only a moment later, keeping the muscles of his legs firm and flexed to better rub against your clit.

“W-wait!” You’re stammering, whining straight into his ear as you frantically latch onto him. He lets you bury your face into the crook of his neck as he works you closer to your high, forcing you into a mind-numbing pace to have you flying right off the edge in a few more seconds.

“You can— don’t fight it.” His voice comes out as a deep grunt, a result of his dragged out attempts at ignoring the borderline painful throb of his cock, and oh- he was so going to take you in a mating press after this. The second you’re finished gushing, he was gonna flip you over and finally rid himself this irritating ache.

“Omi!” You sob, eyes clenching shut as your hips start to stutter, and he can feel you trembling underneath his hands. “Omi.. O-omi— ‘m close!” He only responds by roughly pressing his thigh up against you, thick muscle hitting your clit just right as you choke out a scream, finally gushing all over his thighs.

“See?” He exhales, breath hitching in his throat when your nails dig deep into his back, his hands slowly moving you up and down to ride out your high.

“You can.”

DAICHI SAWAMURA.

“Feeling good, huh? Don’t try to fight it.”

Daichi grunts when you tug at his hair a little harder, face buried deep into his front as you desperately hump his leg. He’s gentle with you, strong hands guiding you up and down his leg, but he’d be lying if he said his patience wasn’t starting to wear thin.

The sweet nothings he’s been whispering into your ear this entire time are starting to sound a lot less like cooing and a lot more like grunting.

He couldn’t help it. He can feel you so so vividly, feel your juices dripping down the sides of his thigh and hear you moaning straight into his chest. You were soaked through and through, and it’s taking everything in him to stay patient and let you have this.

“There you go.” He’s praising you when you grind against him particularly hard, ignoring the way his shorts are feeling painfully tight around his cock. “Just like that— move exactly like that.”

“Daichi,” you whine. “‘M getting so close— feels so good.”

“Yeah?” He exhales deeply, and the way his cock twitches suddenly has him groaning, hands squeezing a bit too hard against your hips as you wince. “Daichi..?”

“Oops, sorry princess.” He’s clenching his jaw, giving you a weak smile as you wrap your arms around him. “That’s my bad. Don’t mind me, okay? Just.. worry about yourself— this is all about you right now.”

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI.

You weren’t as subtle as you thought.

His legs just looked so strong, so perfect to sit on, and you couldn’t help yourself. He didn’t seem to think too much of it when you first sat a little lower than you usually did, straddling his mid thigh as he flipped through another manga that Tendou had lent him earlier that week.

Just subtle movements up and down his thigh was your original plan, but it didn’t take very long for him to catch on.

“What are you doing?” Ushijima’s voice has you jolting from where you’re seated on his left thigh, his gaze now on you and the way you’re frantically waving your arms around in defense, barely able to stammer out a “N-nothing!”

You just barely catch the way his eyebrow raises in suspicion. It has you moving off him the next second, but he’s tossing aside the manga, big and strong hands easily wrapping around your hips to keep you planted on him.

“Don’t leave yet.” He says, stern and flat, but you catch the hint of curiosity swirling deep in his eyes.

The familiar heat of embarrassment is flooding to your face in an instant, and your head hangs low. “S-sorry, Toshi.” You mumble, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. “Your thighs just looked so big, just wanted to… ride them.”

It’s silent.

You work up the courage to snack a glance at him again, now faced with the sight of his head tilted a bit, as if confused by your confession. “B-but!” You continue, mouth already running off on its own. “Forget it, okay? It might be weird— Toshi..?”

It was just one little flex of his quad, one that had the muscle pushing up against your clit, but the way his name rolled off your tongue sounded sinful. You can feel his grip around your hips tightening a bit, and he’s leaning in to close the gap between the two of you.

“Wouldn’t it feel better like this?”

BOKUTO KOUTAROU.

It started off with an accidental brush of his knee against your cunt.

Bokuto had always been eager with his kisses. He had you pinned down on his mattress, body hovering over yours as he moved his lips against your own— and he hadn’t even noticed anything different until he heard you suddenly moan into his mouth. He’s pulling away the next second, eyes wide as he tries gauging your reaction again, bringing his knee back to rub over your cunt. And … just like clockwork, your eyes clench shut and you choke back a gasp.

He swallows thickly.

Only five minutes later and he’s got you seated on his thigh, moving you back and forth with a needy grunt, his free hand squeezing your cheeks as he forces you to look up at him. “Don’t look away, ‘kay?”

“You look pretty— pretty like that. I just wanna see.”

The look on his face isn’t much different from yours. His mouth is slightly parted in desperate pants, deep red spreading across his cheeks at the sight of you feeling good on his leg. He’s swallowing deeply before he takes in a sharp inhale right after, already pussy drunk and his dick hasn’t even touched you yet.

The way your face starts to contort when you’re rapidly approaching your high has him just hoping he doesn’t end up finishing untouched. It’s throbbing— absolutely aching with need and as soon as you start sobbing his name, he can feel his patience shatter into thin pieces.

You let out a loud yelp as soon as your back hits the mattress, Bokuto looming over you with a strained look on his face as he rushes to line his tip up with your hole. “S-sorry.” His voice is just above a growl. “I can’t help it after all. It’s okay though, right? Gonna make you feel good.”

[lxnarphase]

━━ ❝ it's sticky, toshi... ❞

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...synopsis : you help ushijima finally realize that he's got a breeding kink

ᯓ ❤₊‧⁺...cw : u. wakatoshi x fem!reader, dirty talk, messy and wet, teasing, marathon sex, pet names, breeding kink, talks of pregnancy, ushijima can't stop cumming

ᯓ ❤₊‧⁺...lunar's note : haikyuu save me, save me ushijima wakatoshi, SAVE ME !! anyways hi i spent 150$ on ushijima merch yesterday and i don't regret it, so say hello to my haikyuu phase coming back !!!

ushijima having a breeding kink isn't a surprise to you at all.

what is surprising is how long it takes for him to figure it out.

sure, at first it wasn't clear, but after being with him for so long, you quickly pick up on whenever he'd mutter in your ear as he slid his stupidly big cock inside of you, saying how badly he wished he could cum inside of you instead in the condom.

afterwards, he's so focused on cleaning you up and making sure you felt good and satisfied, you don't get a chance to question him on it. not that you were complaining, ushijima is so cute when he's asking if you need anything and constantly reminds you to get up and go use the bathroom.

it's even cuter when he realizes you can't walk.

"ah. i'm sorry, i didn't realize how hard i went...here, let me help."

eventually, you to suggest things to ushijima, trying to test out the waters with him.

you start by just asking if he’d want to fuck you without the condom, what he thought about cumming inside, even jokingly saying you’d make him a dad one day.

but it seems like that last part was swimming around his head for a while...he can't get the thought of you getting chubby and round with his kid out of your head. and knowing he'd be able to take care of you all the time? that thought alone made him shiver a little.

what can he say, he loves doting on you more than anything.

however, you aren't expecting the way he reacted weeks after dealing with your teasing and questioning, fueling the thoughts swirling inside his head.

"toshi, if you ever cum inside me, you should set it as your phone background! actually, wait, no, because what if your teammates see it..."

"..."

"mm, maybe a video instead? ooh, yeah, i want a video of you cumming in me then pullin' out so i can see it spill out, toshtosh, would you do that f' me?"

he doesn't reply and doesn't give you a chance to comment again. the visual you painted in his mind just too much for him.

next thing you know, ushi's got you folded in half on the bed, making sure you feel every drag of his stupidly fat cock against your hot gummy walls. he's pulling out to just the tip before slamming back inside you, groaning each time you let out a whimper of his name or squeeze down on him.

"toshi, t-toshi! h-hoohmygod, please, baby, c-calm down, 'm sorry f' teasin', oh my goddd...!"

you're so fucking wet and noisy, he wants to make you be quiet because he feels like your going to make him cum too fast but he'd never ever do it as the thought of not being able to hear you is painful.

he's lost track of time, your cunt making him brainless as he pumps his cock in and out of you as he groans your name, one of his hands pinning your arms to your back while the other presses your head into the pillows.

"s-shhh, honey, let...let me make you feel good, y're so loud..."

it's so fucking messy and sloppy, his cum is dripping out of your tight pussy from how many times he’s emptied his load into you, but he still isn’t stopping, no, he can't. it’s leaking from between your thighs, leaving a milky white sheen on his dick, dripping down onto the bedsheets.

"m-mmh, nooo, toshi, don' wanna be quiet, i-i wan' you to hear how good you make me feel, baby," you purr between moans, knowing that your voice was enough to get him off. the throb of his dick inside of you told you that you were right.

“i...i thought 'bout fucking you like this all day, during practice…that i’d fuck you full of my cum, get it so deep inside you," he mutters with a grunt, moving his hands off you so he could drape himself over your back.

"f-fuck, everyone knew something was off, kageyama kept asking me if-if was okay, how 'm i 'posed to tell him my pretty little honey is waiting at home for me to fill them with my cum?”

with an affirming coo, you manage to tilt your head to the side to look over your shoulder, wanting to see how ushijima is holding up and god, the sight is so sinful.

ushijima's dripping in sweat, his bottom lip swollen and puffy from his teeth digging into it. his fluffy hair is messy and sticking to his damp forehead, and his eyes are shut, squeezing in pleasure when the head of his cock brushed against that sweet spot just right, making your cunt spasm around him.

but his eyes keep opening to see the mess between the both of you. each thrust causes his cum to spill out around him, loud, wet squelches filling the bedroom. and it's only fueling his need to fill you up again, and again, and again, until he can’t anymore.

ushijima can’t stop himself, flipping you over onto your back and folding you into a mating press and, god, he's so fucking happy he did. the way you sob his name, your nails clawing at his back as you cry in pleasure about how much deeper he is now driving him insane.

“t-toshi, cum in me, please, wanna make you a daddy, please.”

“I know, baby, I’ll give you all of it, fuck you full of cum until you can’t take anymore.”

fuck, he’s so loud, he sounds so good. ushi's deep, drawn out groans and pants of your name making you go dizzy, his big hands squeezing your waist tightly each time your hands tug at his hair.

“mm, fuck, that’s right, take all my cum, look at you, so good, can you take more? let...let me cum in you again, baby, you promised you’d make me a daddy, right? i-i need to make sure it sticks.”

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atsumu

neon lights (in a world gray) triple trouble drunk mind sober heart green with envy a commemoration of firsts till one of us caves long black anyways, don't be a stranger

kageyama

fate when one door closes stolen kisses miscommunication him?! haunt me volleyball on the brain you can hear it in the silence

sakusa

soft and wet public transit miscarry it's still love drawing our moments bed this victory is mine, and yours touch starved

oikawa

babygirl pinch two stories settle always perfect pain split here's to the sixth time

ushijima

request trust fall atlas bitter / sweet soft, but for you only in time page 304

bokuto

inferior an accidental heroine as loud as you like lucid swept up in the moment heart attack

[gabseyoo]

PROOF — SAKUSA KIYOOMI

content: msby!kiyoomi, female reader, best friend!kiyoomi, pwp, cunnilingus, fingering, kinda best friends to lovers. word count: 2,7k.

note: this was supposed to be shameless smut but ended up being kind of romantic (?) just because a kiyoomi being in love with us is my sexual fantasy. also, i'm not satisfied with the ending, but i had no other ideas. maybe when i come up with something better ill change it, who knows :p

“Kiyoomi, do you go down on girls?”

The question took Kiyoomi off guard. You guys had spent the last twenty minutes in almost complete silence, just hanging out in his living room and completely ignoring the random movie you had chosen because you both were scrolling through your phones, which is why the last thing he expected to hear out of the blue was such a question.

He turned to look at you, who were lying across the couch with your feet resting in his lap and still staring at your phone screen. Not knowing what to say, a ‘huh’ was the only thing he could think of. 

“Just answer.” You poked his thigh with your foot. “It’s not like we’re strangers.” 

That was true. You two were good friends, practically best friends, and therefore, you both had full confidence in each other. But, you had always kept a limit when it came to talking about both his sex life and yours, to the point where that part of your respective lives was a complete mystery to each other. 

And this is a secret— but he liked it that way. Because he was more than sure that he didn’t want to know what you did with other men at all. Just thinking about it made his stomach turn with jealousy. That’s the reason he didn’t bother to tell you about his own experiences with other women either, just in case there was a small chance that you might feel the same way he did. 

“None of your business.” He answered sharply. 

You rolled your eyes before getting up from your comfortable position to sit cross-legged, “C’mon, Kiyoomi, It’s just a question.”

“A question I won’t answer.”

“Why not?” You crossed your arms, looking at him defiantly. 

Kiyoomi narrowed his eyes at your posture, why did you suddenly want to know that? Moreover, why did you insist on wanting to know? Did someone say something to you? Is there a rumor about him? Or maybe you had suddenly awakened an interest in him? He was overthinking, but still he hoped more than anything that it was the latter option rather than the others. 

“Just because.” He said, and before you could protest, he continued: “And, why are you asking anyway?” 

A smirk appeared on your face, “If you answer my question, I’ll answer yours. Deal?”

“Never mind.”

“You’ll never know why I asked, then.” You said, casually looking at your nails. “Unless we make a deal.”

He shouldn’t accept so easily, he knew, but now he was genuinely curious why you broke an unspoken rule between you two to ask him if he did orals, of all things. 

So, he agreed. “Deal.”

Your smile of victory almost made him smile too, but he did his best to remain serious. “Okay. Tell me.”

He sighed before answering honestly. “I do.”

Your eyes widened and an incredulous laugh escaped your lips before you said, “Really?” The surprise in your voice made him frown, why was that surprising? Should he be offended?

“Yeah.”

“Are you serious? You go down on girls?” You couldn't even hide the disbelief in your voice. “You?”

“I already said yes. Now, tell me. Why are you asking?”

Without further ado, you grabbed your phone that had been forgotten in your lap to unlock it, and a second later you were showing him what appeared to be your TikTok feed.

“A fan made a TikTok with the title: Ranking how good MSBY players are at giving head and you were raked as a zero just because he’d rather die than put his mouth there.”

What the fuck?!

“Let me see that.”

In the blink of an eye, Kiyoomi snatched the phone from you to watch the video with his own eyes, regretting it as soon as it started thanks to the embarrassing selection of music and photos chosen from the team members. He scoffed, a random person on the internet had felt entitled to make this kind of ranking just based on appearances and assumptions. It’s not like they could have any real evidence at the end of the day. But it seems that for many people a video of this kind told the absolute truth, because it had thousands of likes and thousands of comments, and—to his misfortune—he couldn’t help but read them.

Now he wished he had never done it. 

In addition to most of the comments agreeing and mocking Kiyoomi’s ranking, saying that at least his face makes up for it and that maybe he gives head as long as he has his face mask on—that one was actually funny, but he wouldn’t say that out loud—, the other vast majority agreed that Atsumu and Bokuto were the best. 

But the question here is, did you think the same?

“You actually believe this crap?” He asked, actually sounding more hurt than he planned. 

“Kiyoomi, it’s just a TikTok. Of course, I’ll believe it.” You were obviously trying to make a joke, but still, the expression on his face showed pure disbelief. “I’m joking, jeez.”

“I know it’s a just TikTok, but I still want to know.” He sounded serious. 

You sighed and rolled your eyes, perhaps thinking he was exaggerating, maybe he was, but he wasn’t offended by the fact that someone made that video, there were probably hundreds just like it. It was the fact that you, of all people, seemed to agree with an assumption about him and his very private intimate life. 

“Kiyoomi, I just thought it was funny. That’s why I asked.”

“But you didn’t believe me when I told you I did.”

“I did believe you.” He narrowed his eyes, showing that he obviously didn’t buy your words. “I’m not lying. I believed you, but— I was just… shocked.”

“Why?”

“It’s just that…never mind.”

“Tell me.” 

You looked him in the eye for a few seconds before sighing heavily.

“You’re… a little too special when it comes to cleanness and— where you put your mouth, you know?” You weren’t even looking him in the face, obviously nervous about the direction the conversation was taking. “I’m not judging you, we should all be careful where we put it. And, I just thought that… yeah” You waved your hand as you finished, trying to play it down. 

Kiyoomi couldn’t blame you or others for thinking that, after all, that was the kind of reputation he built for himself. But, even when he didn’t care what others thought about him, he always cared what you thought; for that reason alone, he wasn’t going to let you walk away with the wrong idea about him. 

“Yes, we should. But now you know that I actually go down.” He said, and, simply because he had a good feeling, he added: “And I’m pretty good at it, I can assure you.”

You scoffed. “Are you?”

“I am.” Confidence exuded in his voice, perhaps that was exactly why the next words came out of his mouth: “You want proof?”

What happened next was a delight to his eyes. 

You got fucking nervous, of course he noticed, you were his best friend after all. You widened your eyes, opened your mouth a couple of times in an attempt to say something but nothing came out. But what was a poem for him, was to see how you moved your hips slightly, in a movement that could have gone unnoticed if he hadn't paid all his attention to you. 

You cleared your throat as you looked away from his gaze. “I have no desire to ask your previous flings how good you are down there or watch any pornographic videos of you, so no, thanks.” You folded your arms as you sat up straight, suddenly finding the movie interesting. 

The room fell into silence, accompanied by a heavy tension that you two were obviously aware of. 

This situation was actually kind of funny. Thanks to a fucking TikTok, he now had an opportunity in front of him that he had been waiting for a long time. An opportunity he was going to take. 

“I wasn’t referring to that kind of proof.”

Three minutes later, you were lying on the couch with your head resting on a pillow, your pants thrown aside on the floor and Kiyoomi between your legs, spreading kisses across your belly. 

“This is weird.” You said, maybe in an attempt to break the intimate silence that had formed where only your breaths and his kisses could be heard. 

“It is.” He agreed before lowering his lips to your inner thighs, where he surprised you with a light bite that made you gasp. “We can stop if you want.”

You were quick to reply with a no and he smirked against your skin. Of course you didn’t want to stop, neither did he. Both of you by this point were already immersed in lust, even though it had only been a few minutes of foreplay.

When he was desperately taking off your pants minutes ago, Kiyoomi debated whether to just go for it or take it slow. 

But the moment he saw the longing in your eyes, how pretty you looked underneath him, he knew he would take his time. He didn’t just want to prove something to you; he actually wanted to taste you, to make you squirm, to make you enjoy this as much as he would. 

Gently caressing your thighs with both hands, he moved down until his mouth made contact with your pelvis, where he left another trail of kisses until he reached right where your clit was. Still above the fabric of your panties, he kissed you there, which was enough to elicit a moan of frustration from you.

“Please, just do it.” 

He kissed the same spot again before smirking. “Let me just go get my facemask, can’t do this without it.” 

His sudden joke made you burst into laughter which elicited a chuckle from him. “Don’t kill the mood.” You said as you gave a small pat to his hand that squeezed your thigh. 

He smiled and brought both of his hands to the waistband of your panties, pulling them down slowly. “At this point that’s impossible.”

“I know.” You muttered as you lifted your hips to let him remove the garment easily. 

As quickly as the garment hit the floor, Kiyoomi’s eyes focused on the middle of your legs, you may not have noticed, but the mere sight of your pussy glistening with your arousal made him twice as hard as he already was. 

“Don’t stare.” You said, trying to close your legs as much as you could since Kiyoomi was in the way.

No, no, no. There was no way for you to hide from him now, or ever. 

“Why not? You’re so fucking hot in all places.” 

Hearing his words, in an act of fluster, you brought both of your hands to cover your face, perhaps trying to hide how his praise made you feel. “You think so?”

The question came out almost in a whisper, and in response, he took both of your hands, interlaced your fingers and placed them on the sides of your head with the purpose of looking you in the eyes. 

“There’s no day when I don’t think that you’re hot,” He confessed, his voice deep and serious with the purpose of making you understand that he was not playing games. “Now that I just told you how crazy I’m for you, open your legs and let me make you feel good.”

You nodded, and staring at him with desire in your eyes, you opened your legs wide open again until that part of your body that he wanted to devour more than anything else was once again fully at his mercy.

Kiyoomi let go your hands and he lowered his body until his stomach made contact with the soft cushion of the couch. Now in that position, he wrapped his arms around your thighs, squeezing the flesh eagerly before dipping his head into the middle of your legs. 

“God.” You sighed, jerking your hips upward in surprise. 

He played slowly with his tongue, running it up and down before concentrating on sucking your clit. 

He was hard as fuck. Maybe more than he had ever been in his life. He even felt his tip leaking and was almost certain that if he started grinding his hips against the cushion, he could come at any moment. But he would save that for later. Right now, he was getting drunk on your taste and the sound of your moans. 

And fuck… those moans were heaven itself. 

He lowered his mouth, right at your entrance, where he began to lick gathering more of your juices before he deepened his mouth against your clit, sucking harder, quickly realizing that you liked it by the movement of your hips and the loud whimper that came out of your mouth. 

Kiyoomi was getting excited, even more so when he felt your hands stroking his head before pulling his curls, holding him closer to you, as if you were afraid he would break away, taking with him the pleasure you were feeling, but Kiyoomi wasn’t willing to do that, right now what he wanted most was you coming as hard as you could in his mouth. 

Hungry to increase your pleasure, he didn’t think twice when he let go of one of your thighs to stick a finger inside you, thrusting it in and out a few times before slipping another one in and curving his fingers to reach that sensitive spot inside you. 

“There, oh god, there.”

He would give you whatever you wanted, so he focused there. Feeling lovesick at this point. Loving the way you sounded. Loving the way you pulled his hair. Loving  the way your tight pussy squeezed his fingers. 

He moved his tongue back down to your entrance at the same time he pulled his fingers out, but only to start circling them over your clit. This is where you put a hand over your mouth to keep from screaming, but Kiyoomi didn’t want that, he wanted to hear you come undone for him, no matter if it woke up the neighbors. So with his free hand he took you by the wrist at the same time that he separated his mouth from your sex.

“Don’t hold back those sounds, I want to hear you scream for me. Okay?”

You nodded. Too shocked to formulate words. 

“Good girl.” He praised before placing a short kiss on your wrist, releasing it a second later to immediately return to seal his mouth with your wet pussy. 

This time he put both hands behind your knees to spread your legs wider and pushed them against your chest, giving himself more room to continue devouring you, proud that you were no longer shy to scream with pleasure when he flicked his tongue, sucked and bit your pretty pussy. 

“I’m close. Fuck! Don’t stop, please.”

Kiyoomi wouldn’t stop, he was sure of that.

It was a matter of seconds when started to came in your best friend’s mouth. 

Kiyoomi kept licking, drinking up all your release until your legs began to shake from overstimulation. 

He gave a peck to your clit before gently letting go of your legs, settling them slowly on the cushion. He caressed your thighs as he left kiss after kiss on your belly, helping you relax as you tried to control your breathing after such an intense experience. 

You were lying there staring at the ceiling, your chest rising and falling rapidly. Perhaps processing everything that just happened, but Kiyoomi wouldn’t give you time for regrets, not now, not ever. He moved on top of you, resting his forearms on either side of your head and looked down at you, connecting your gazes before asking with a cocky smile on his face, “And? How was it?”

You let out a chuckle and rolled your eyes playfully before answering, “I think TikTok and I owe you an apology.” You said as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “You’re definitely not a zero.”

“I’ll be happy with yours alone.” He said before lowering his face further until your noses brushed, “Your opinion is the only one I care about afterall.” He added before finally kissing you.

[arhvste]

“this is killing me.” kuroo mumbled as he tossed his phone to his side. “just trust me bro,” his best friend-turned roommate bokuto grinned. “this works everytime for me i swear!”

kuroo sighed before grabbing phone again to refresh his instagram story views once more. several people had already viewed the post-gym mirror selfie he’d taken in attempts to garner attention from one particular follower of his; you. “maybe it’s too cringe…” he muttered while over analysing the photo that had already gained a couple of likes within the twenty minutes it had already been up for. “nah.” bokuto reassured him and pat his friend on the shoulder. “you look sexy.” kuroo stared back at the two-toned haired boy. “… thanks bro.”

this isn’t something kuroo would typically post but times were tough and he was desperate. he’d seen you around campus but luck was not on his side when it came to scheduling and the two of you barely had class time together. yet the little class time you did share, kuroo hung onto it tightly and would let scenes of these weekly one hour classes replay in his head more often than he’d like to admit.

“i feel like a modern jay gatsby,” the ex volleyball captain huffed. “my selfie is the equivalent of the wild parties he’d throw in hopes to get daisy’s attention except i don’t want to post every night, i’ve already made myself cringe with this one post.” bokuto stared back at his friend blankly. “yeah… whatever that means.” kuroo frowned back “it’s a classic, you should know what i mean!”

how much longer was he going to have to wait? bokuto had promised him quick results with this method and so far he’d felt deceived and lied to. if talking to you when he got the chance wasn’t enough to get a conversation going outside the classroom, then social media seemed like the next best attempt to start interacting more.

what were you doing? why weren’t you viewing his story? could you even see his story? did he accidentally block you?

these questions ran through his mind as he quickly rushed to check to make sure he hadn’t for some reason blocked you from seeing his story. he half wished he did because then at least he’d know what on earth was taking you so damn long to see the photo he was increasingly starting to hate more the longer it was posted.

“this is stupid.” he stated as he faced bokuto who had zero concerns in his method in gaining someone’s attention. “it works you just have to wait, trust me.”

kuroo frowned as the little red hearts of others who weren’t you fluttered from the bottom corner of the photo. “look!” his best friend grinned as he leaned over kuroo’s shoulder and pointed to the screen of his phone. “you’re getting likes on it!”

“what’s the point if they’re not likes from the person i posted this for in the first place.” kuroo grumbled back in response. he couldn’t believe he’d been subjected to such an attempt to gain some attention from you. it was ridiculous.

it had been about forty five minutes since he’d posted it and he was slowly losing his mind. sure, the post was going to be up for twenty four hours (if he didn’t give into the voices in his head telling him to delete it) so forty five minutes was nothing, but the minutes were beginning to feel like hours and he was dying inside. why weren’t you viewing it already and what could possibly be keeping you off your phone right now?

“this is stupid.” he decided as notifications from his old team mates started to flash up on his screen. the last thing he needed was lev replying with ‘looksmaxing’ to a post that was secretly dedicated to you. “no, it’s barely been up!” bokuto whined. “you look hot so you should get some replies anyway what’s the big deal?”

pinching the bridge of his nose, kuroo huffed. “the big deal is the person i posted this for hasn’t replied!” what was the point in making sure to go to the gym during a rest day just to take this photo if he wasn’t going to at least make his existence more known to you? he’d even worked his legs enough to the point of managing to achieve the sweaty but sexy look. the muscles in his legs were dying, but his dignity sure as hell wouldn’t.

the college student opened up his phone with the intention to end the mental war inside his head once and for all by deleting the post altogether. bokuto watched his friend in defeat but his eyes flashed. “yes they did!” he yelled and pointed to the screen as your name flashed at the top of his screen.

kuroo’s heart jumped at the sight of your profile picture he’d made a daily routine of staring at and the now blue dot indicating a message from your profile in his inbox. to think he was going to delete this post just a second too, what were the chances?

psyching himself up, kuroo took a few quiet deep breathes before letting the time next to your message pass for a few minutes. he wasn’t an instagram warrior by any means, but he knew enough about general rules in order to not look desperate online.

bokuto watched over his friends shoulders as the two stared in anticipation awaiting the message kuroo had been dying for. this was it. leg day two times in a row was gruelling and he’d regret it for the next few days but it would have been worth it. the countless messages from his old teammates mocking his attempts at a thirst trap could be looked past now that you had finally given into the bait he’d so carefully laid. this is what he’d been waiting for. days of preparing and deciding how to gain your attention had finally paid off and he was about to reap the rewards he’d sown.

clicking the message with baited breath, his heart raced as bokuto’s grip of his shoulder tightened. finally.

‘the label on your shirt is sticking out, make sure to cut it’

“a wins a win.” bokuto filled the silence between the pair as kuroo stared at his phone with a blank expression. “… a wins a win…”

[heartmaddie]

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