#i’m so amazed w athlete body

[9kylian]

[its-time-to-write]

Hi!! Thank you for all the amazing writing you do!!! My humble request is of a reader who brings Jamie to meet her family and he’s appalled that someone so kind and gentle is treated w such lack of love/respect (ex: first comment out of her granddad’s mouth is sm about her weight/job/look/etc) and it puts a lot of things about her into perspective. At some point he can’t take it anymore and defends her and then vows to her that he will undo all of that pain and will prove to her she is worthy of all the love:) sorry it’s a long one (got lots of personal experience lol) so no worries if u can’t but it would mean the world thank you!!!

Hi cutie! Here you go! I’m sorry that you have personal experience with this, families can suck sometimes. It’s definitely from Jamie’s POV, so keep that in mind😅 Boy’s a rambler.

stuck by you

Jamie sure knows how to pick them.

No really, he does. He’s always had stellar taste in girlfriends, except usually they have shit taste in men.

It’s different this time, he swears. Keeley swears, too. Swears she’ll break every bone in his body if he so much as looks at you funny, and Jamie… well, Jamie’s not actually terrified of Keeley, just respectful, like.

So he’s going to make sure he doesn’t fuck this up because you’re funny and gorgeous and brilliant and he's also those things, so you’re like a power couple. And when you beg- no, ask, because you only have to ask once- him to come with you for a family event, he says yes without a second thought. 

It’s off-season, but he’d do it in-season in a heartbeat (just with a bit of fear because Ted’s alright, but he’s a little gun-shy since the whole ‘practice’ thing).

It’s also fucking BOILING, so he’s going to wear his least-slutty shorts (it’s a family event) and a shirt that is not see-through. 

He’s not going to fuck this up, not with how sweet you are, how generous, how-

A football hits the side of his head, and he’s brought out of his thoughts. 

“You’re daydreaming, bruv,” comes Isaac’s voice. “What’s the point of a friendly if you can’t even pay attention?”

Jamie gives himself a shake, and he’s firmly in the present. He’s at the mid-off-season-Richmond-party or whatever, and football is a mandatory affair. He makes the mistake of glancing to where you’re standing under a tree in Colin’s backyard and fuck you’re sneaking sweets to the few kids who are flitting around the grass. Fucking Declan and his adorable children. You catch his eye and give him a little wave, and his heart jumps like he’s in primary school and not a world-renowned Premier League athlete. 

Yeah, he’s good and fucked. 

He makes a mental note to get you into bed tonight, he’s pretty sure it won’t be too difficult, but he’s going to have to convince you to leave early. But can you blame him?

(No, no you fucking can’t.)

—

Jamie isn’t nervous to meet your family. Seriously, he isn’t. It’s your family and a) he’s fucking greatwith families and b) he’s fucking great with you. He rocks up with you on his arm, and he’s already making plans for the sundress you’ve got on, mainly how to get in on the floor once you go home. 

You’re both looking fucking fit. Jamie hopes a little bit that someone sneaks a picture of you two and it ends up in the press because this look CANNOT be wasted. 

He almost misses the way your grip tightens as you walk up the steps. He tilts his head in your direction, assessing your expression. 

“You okay?” he asks and receives a tight-lipped smile. 

“Yup,” you reply. “Let’s fucking do this.”

Not the response Jamie was expecting, but he’ll roll with it. You push open the door and walk into the family room and the first thing out of your granddad’s mouth is, “Oh, there she is! Bold of you to wear that dress with the way you’ve been eating, my dear,” and Jamie half-expects you to say something. 

Or for someone to say something. 

Except no one does, they just carry on, and an aunt comes up to you to make a snide comment about your job. 

“You absolutely must be struggling financially dear, but aren’t we all? I just wish I could screw a footballer and have my rent paid.”

She’s gone before Jamie can say anything, and he only needs one look at your face to understand exactly what’s going on. 

You’re not sweet and kind because your family is sweet and kind. Oh no. 

You’re the way you are out of sheer willpower, out of spite; kindness born the way of a weed in concrete. Out of a refusal to die. A decision to be different. 

And it pisses Jamie off. 

He squeezes your hand once, twice, in reassurance, letting you lead him to your parents. He recognizes them from pictures and still retains a vague hope that they’ll be like you. 

Vain, vague hope, but still. 

He catches the way your mum’s lips tighten into a line at your approach, and the way your dad barely suppresses a scoff. 

“Oh look,” your mum says without an ounce of inflection, “you’re here. That’s wonderful.”

“Good to see you mum, dad,” you say with more grace than Jamie would have if the roles were reversed. Your dad holds out his hand to shake yours, barely acknowledging Jamie. Jamie opens his mouth to say something but you clock it, and shoot him a warning glance. 

He freezes and meets your gaze. You shake your head almost imperceptibly and mouth don’t and he almost ignores you, but you’re begging him with your eyes and he swore you’d never have to beg him for anything. 

So he turns away and doesn’t say anything, because he won’t be responsible for breaking you today. 

And it’s just… like that. All day. It’s relentless and he feels powerless to do a single thing except watch as you refuse to let your armor crack, barely letting it dent the surface. 

How did he not know?

It comes to a head when your cousin (a banking twat who Jamie’s certain had a shriveled dick) manages to comment on your weight, (supposed lack of) beauty, and finances in one fell swoop. 

And that’s it. Jamie’s done. 

They want to be pricks? Well, Roy’s been calling him the Prince Prick of all Pricks for fucking years, so let’s fucking go then. 

“Fuck you, you giant limp-dicked twat,” he says with a smile on his face. You freeze, and so does your cousin. 

“What did you just say to me?”

“I said,” Jamie repeats loudly, taking a step closer, “fuck you, you giant. Limp-dicked. Twat.” He punctuates each word with a poke to this arsehole’s chest and fuck, does it feel great. 

He loves you, he’ll respect your wishes moving forward, but he’ll be FUCKED if he lets your family’s behavior continue. What would mummy say?

The entire room has gone silent, and you’ve gone pale. 

But Jamie, Jamie loves an audience. 

“Fuck you all, actually,” he sing-songs, and there are audible gasps. 

Jamie doesn’t give a shit. “You’re all fucking arseholes to my girl, who, by the way, is the fucking best, except you’re all too fucking busy taking shots at her to notice. Don’t know what the fuck she did to all of you, but you can all piss off with that. We’re fucking leaving.” He grabs your hands and pulls you toward the door. 

It’s not like you need much prompting, you’ve been counting down the minutes since you walked in the door. 

“Oh,” he says turning around one last time. “Don’t bother calling. Or writing, or whatever you old twats do, unless it’s an apology for however fucking long you’ve been this shitty. I’ve only got one shit parent, can’t imagine the hell it’s been having two.”

And with that, he ushers you out the door. 

“Jamie,” you gasp as soon as it shuts behind you. “What was that? What were you thinking?”

There’s a strange tightness to your voice, one Jamie’s having trouble placing. 

Or maybe it’s the fact that the sun is setting and it’s tingeing your skin with gold. 

Either way, it’s starting to get to him. “Dunno,” he says with a trace of belligerence. 

You gape at him for a moment before saying, “Can we get in the car, please?”

Jamie says, “Yeah,” and then helps you in, suddenly aware of every bone in his body. 

He swore he wasn’t going to fuck it, and he did. Christ, Keeley’s going to skin him alive. 

He drives in silence the whole way home. You’re just staring straight ahead, and he can tell you’re still processing. Still replaying. You’re better than any VAR, that’s for sure. 

“Jamie,” you say slowly once he’s parked in the driveway. You’ve unbuckled, but you’re still in your seat. “Why did you say all of that?”

Jamie says again, “Dunno,” but you don’t believe him. 

“Why?” you ask again, voice cracking. “It’s not worth it, I’m not worth it.”

And just like that, Jamie understands. 

“You are,” he replies forcefully, except that just makes you cry. 

(He’s pretty sure they’re good tears, though, so he tests it by reaching for your hand. You don’t pull away, which is a good sign.)

“You are worth it,” he says again, in case you didn’t get it the first time. “Shit family’s… it’s shit, babe. I get it, I really fucking do. I’m sorry about them, I really am. And I’m sorry about me, too. Didn’t mean to say ‘fuck’ so many times, suppose I’m around Roy too much.”

That succeeds in lightening the mood, and you smile ever so slightly. 

He says, “They don’t deserve you,” which just makes you laugh. 

“I know,” you reply. “I just always wanted them to be a good family.”

Jamie hesitates. He knows what you mean. 

Finally he says, “People don’t change like that, love. It’s almost- hardwired into them. They get fucking stuck and you can’t change them, no matter what you do. Sometimes you just gotta let them go.”

You nod and take a deep breath. Easier said than done, you suppose. 

Jamie cups your cheek. “I’m with you, babe. It’s you, me, and whatever family we can put together. We’ll put in the work, yeah? Be different.”

“Yeah,” you echo, “we’ll be different.”

[ibetonlosinghuskies]

hey I was wondering if you could do a fic about either p or a and reader. I’ve been thinking about this for a while but idk how to write. It could be like reader is dating p or a and is also good friends w the team and they all go out to the lake or in a boat. reader is having a good time and they are all in the water in swim suits having fun. one of the girls on the team suggests that they take a photo and everyone is down including reader but then someone says that they want to post the photo on socials and then readers mood changes and offers to take the photo instead of being in it. reader is mid sized and has body image issues and is insecure especially being in swimsuits with all athletes and thinks she looks bad and doesn’t want people to see her on socials because she has had people bully her before for how she looked. and then p or a notices and like comforts here. sorry this was really long 

i absolutely adore this prompt, thank you for suggesting!! i’m not saying i waited till charm came out to release this but…yk i had to throw a clairo song in regardless (ty for being patient w/me)

as a tall girlie, who grew up mid-sized myself, this hit so close to home.

second nature (azzi x fem!reader)

summary: just the prompt :)

dislcaimer: as always, everything i write is fictional!

word count: 3k +

trigger warnings: body image issues, bullying, mild anxiety.

cw: just fluff

author's note: please know all of you are SO SO beautiful and loved, just the way you are. i love you, enjoy <3

azzi was an amazing girlfriend.

patient, sensitive, and effortlessly supportive, she had a way of making everything okay. you'd only been dating for a few months, but she made it feel like you'd known each other for years.

you told her everything. azzi had a presence that made all your feelings spill out of you. sometimes, you'd talk for hours about whatever crossed your mind. and she'd listen, nod, eyes soft like every word out of your mouth was sugar.

with azzi, you felt truly heard.

not to mention, she's drop-dead gorgeous. you sat on the dock, book in hand, admiring the way the afternoon sun kissed her skin. azzi wrestled with her teammates in the water, splashing water into each other's faces.

god, they looked like a hollister ad.

shadows catching the perfect angles, their bodies long and slender. the subtle flex of their abs as they laughed, a gap between their thighs—all things you noticed, all things that made your insecurities flare up. you couldn't help but compare yourself, a familiar feeling of inadequacy building in your gut.

why can't i look like that?

every once in a while, azzi would dip her head under the water, arms outstretched in an effortless butterfly stroke. she'd emerge to the surface, soft brown curls dripping beads of water like pearls.

she must've felt your stare because she turned quickly, water falling off her shoulders. "hey, babe! come join us!" she calls out, treading water confidently.

you hesitated, fingers tightening around your book. the thought of being in a swimsuit around all these athletes made your stomach churn. you imagined how you'd look standing next to their toned bodies, the comparison making you want to disappear.

you thought about hiding between the pages of your book, slipping between the cracks. but her invitation was clear, she wanted you there, with her.

azzi examines your expression, giving you a slight nod. the softness of her gesturing giving you enough confidence to set your book aside.

you took off your swimsuit cover slowly and modestly. trying to stall, you folded the cover into a perfect square, your hands shaking slightly. you took a quick breath, trying to steady your racing heart.

please don't let them stare. please don't let them judge.

eventually, you made your way to the water's edge, dipping your toes in. the water had a sharp coolness, making you acutely aware of how warm your skin had been. you felt exposed, vulnerable, but comforted under azzi's gaze.

"there you are!" ice grinned, splashing water in your direction. "was worried you were gonna stay on that dock all day, girl."

you laughed weakly, trying to shake off your insecurities. these were your friends. azzi's teammates had been welcoming to you from day one. but still, you couldn't help but feel like the odd one out, even if it wasn't apparent to them.

“hey, don’t splash her!” azzi pouts, splashing water back at ice dramatically. she wades through the water over to you, then reaches to cup your face. her thumb strokes your face, wiping off whatever drops of water had splashed you, which was maybe like a drop or two. however, you appreciated the gesture, savoring a moment of her touch.

she's so gentle with me.

"are you good?" she searches your eyes. "i know the water is a bit cold," her voice apologetic, eyelids fluttering awaiting your response.

she always knows when something's wrong.

you nod, giving her a small smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes. azzi's hand slides down your arm, your hands interlocking. she tugs at your hand pulling you further into the water, her touch insistent but patient.

she always seems to know exactly what you need—a gentle push but never a shove.

you allow her to guide you into the water slowly, grateful for the calmness she carries in her touch. you focus on the warmth of her hand, an anchor against the tide of your insecurities.

"there you go," she murmurs, smiling at you. "you're doing great."

maybe this won't be as bad as i thought.

the water lapped around your waist, a gentle hug causing your swimsuit to cling even closer to your body. but the feeling was minuscule in contrast to the loving waves of azzi's smile.

as you looked around, you noticed a volleyball net stretching across a small section of the lake. the net swayed gently with the ripples of the tide, a makeshift court across the sparkling water.

"hey, you two," kk called out, splashing in your direction, holding a volleyball at her waist. "come play with us!"

the same way they do every time, azzi's eyes lit up with a competitive flare. "wanna show these losers how it's done, babe?" she smiled, squeezing your hand.

before you could answer, ice waded over, "alright, let's pick teams. i call dibs on first pick!" she pointed directly at you, her smile wide and welcoming. "i want our newest member on my team!"

a warmth spread through your chest at being chosen first, a feeling of belonging you've longed for all your childhood. but before you could take a step towards ice, azzi interlocks your arms, pulling you closer.

"no way," azzi protested, her voice playful but firm. "this one's mine," she smiled at you, glancing down at your lips for a moment. "you can't split us up."

ice raised an eyebrow, tilting her head to the side. "oh? and who made that rule?"

"i did, just now," azzi declared, sticking out her tongue. her playful and clingy gesture gave you butterflies. it was something small, but it felt good to be picked first. to be chosen.

especially by her.

paige, treading water nearby, let out a laugh. "dude, trust me," she said, shooting ice a knowing look. "you don't wanna argue with her."

"we'll take aubrey too," azzi smiles confidently, waving her over.

before you knew it, you were caught up in the game. the rules seemed to change every few minutes, with paige declaring random new scoring systems that had everyone laughing and arguing.

their competitiveness was contagious, fueling your focus. you felt proud to be keeping tempo with these pro athletes. each play felt like shedding a layer of doubt, your movements becoming more natural, more assured.

as the game wore on, the sun slowly dipped in the sky, casting a warm glow across the water. finally, both teams were tied, and the next score would win the game.

ice served the ball, sending it arcing high over the net. the ball sailed towards you, and out of the corner of your eye, you could see azzi positioning herself near the net.

"azzi!" you called out, setting the ball in her direction.

azzi moved with fluid grace, jumping to meet the ball. her hand connects with the ball, spiking it straight down over the net. the ball hit the water with a satisfying splash.

for a moment, silence.

then azzi face lights up with excitement. she runs over to aubrey, who was the closest to her, raising her hand for a high five.

almost immediately, azzi's eyes found yours, and her smile grew even wider. she ran towards you, her pace quickening with each step.

before you could process what was happening, azzi reached you. she wrapped her arms around your waist and lifted you up, spinning you both in a half-circle. water droplets flew off your bodies like tiny jewels, catching the late afternoon sun.

"that's my girl!" azzi beamed, her face close to yours, eyes shining with pride.

she pulled you in closer by the waist, her lips finally meeting yours. her lips soft and sweet, tasting like lake water and honey. her kiss like a tidal wave, washing away your uncertainty. for just a moment, in her arms, the world seemed to fade away—and with it all your insecurities.

a wave of gratitude flooded your body. standing there, you realized you were part of the team, no different from any of the polished athletes all around you.

i belong here. with them. with her.

the brief moment was interrupted by a splash of water from the other side of the net. "girl boo, this isn't a cutest couple contest," kk teased.

"be glad, 'cause we'd win every time," azzi shoots kk a look, before pulling back to look at you from arm's length, "i mean, look at my girl."

maybe i've belonged all along.

azzi looked at you like you were the only girl in the world. her gaze was a gentle blanket, wrapping you in her soothing presence. her eyes, soft brown cotton, coating every self-detrimental thought that raced through your mind.

how did i get so lucky?

"race y'all to the boat!" paige shouted, already sprinting towards the dock.

a chorus of laughter and protest erupted as everyone splashed through the water to follow. azzi grabbed your hand, her touch still feeling electric after all this time.

"come on," she giggled, tugging you along gently. for once, you weren't thinking about how you looked or what they were thinking about. you were just in this moment, hand in hand with azzi, surrounded by your friends.

the sun glinted off the lake's surface, laughter echoing across the water. azzi helped you into the boat, offering her hand, still breathless and laughing. once everyone reached the boat, ice pulled out her phone. "alright we need a group picture," she smiled. "the lighting is perfect."

suddenly, the carefree feeling evaporated. the group gathers together, posing effortlessly, you felt your body stiffen. as the camera snaps, suddenly you're not on the boat anymore.

you're eleven, at a sleepover. a group of your friends gathered around you, a tangle of skinny limbs and bright smiles. holding each other on their backs, posing for a group photo. you just stand awkwardly to the side.

your heart begins to race, pounding against your ribcage, like it's pleading for some sort of escape. your smile feels like you're lying through your teeth. gritting them together, attempting to hide your self-doubt.

you're fifteen, you just posted a photo on instagram. a wave of cruel comments flooding your socials. each pointing out a different insecurity. some you didn't even know you should be insecure about until then.

your throat tightens, constricting every word you wish you could say. the world around you seems to shrink, the walls of the landscape closing in on you. the sun suddenly feeling like a spotlight on your body.

last summer, your mother's hand on your shoulder, heavy with judgment. she suggests trying a new diet, a different hairstyle, a new workout routine. like you were a project to be fixed.

a wave of nausea rushes through you. you're hyper-fixed on your body—the way your thighs touch, how your swimsuit clings to your curves, the urge to cross your arms over your stomach.

the world around you blurs, spinning with each click of the camera. you blink rapidly, trying to regain your focus, to hide the tears threatening to well up in your eyes.

"y'all mind if i post this?" ice's voice cuts through the fog of your thoughts. she turns the phone around to the group.

you take a step closer, your knees buckling underneath you. as you peer at the screen, your breath catches in your throat. there you are, surrounded by toned, athletic bodies. the contrast feels stark, and painful, like a slap to the face. your eyes search your body, focused on every perceived flaw. you didn't just see them—you saw everything you felt you'd never be.

is this really how others see me?

"actually," you speak up, your voice soft and hesitant, "why don't i take another one? that way you can all be in it together."

you force a smile, hoping they don't see through it. "i'm not really photogenic anyway," you add, laughing weakly.

as you reach for the phone, your eyes meet azzi's. there's a flicker of concern in her gaze, a silent worry. you look away quickly, afraid that she'll break down years of carefully constructed walls with just the flutter of her eyelashes.

you snap a few photos, trying to steady your heart rate. behind the camera, you could hide, disappear between the clicks of the shutter.

"you guys look great," your voice feels distant and uneasy. you hand the phone back, turning away from the group. a few moments later, you feel azzi's hand on your shoulder.

"hey," she calls to you softly, "is everything okay?" her eyes, warm and concerned. you can feel her empathy through her fingertips, slowly stroking your shoulder.

she knows.

you force a smile, but your eyes remain cold. "yeah, of course," you lie. "just thought you all would want a pic together."

azzi's brow twitches, she looks unconvinced. you can almost see the gears turning in her mind, trying to read your expression. "alright, if you say so," she says, nodding slowly.

"i'm gonna change back into my clothes," you say, your words slurring together quickly. her concerned gaze never leaving your eyes, she gives your hand a quick squeeze before letting you go.

you make your way to the small bathroom on the boat, locking the door behind you. the confined space feels both like a sanctuary and a prison. the walls concealing you from everyone but trapping you with your thoughts.

you turn to the mirror, and immediately wish you hadn't. your eyes traced every flaw, magnifying them in your mind. the way your swimsuit digs into your skin, the fullness of your body, the curves of your shoulders. each detail feels like a mistake, begging for attention.

why can't i look like them?

with shaky hands, you reach for your bag, pulling out your clothes. as you change, you try not to look at your reflection. the thought of your own reflection sending waves of nausea through your body.

you let your hair down, letting it fall around your face and shoulders. it's a small comfort, a curtain to hide behind. from your bag, you grab a bit of makeup—a little concealer, some mascara. anything to feel less vulnerable, less exposed.

maybe if i just tried harder...

but no matter what you do, the girl in the mirror still doesn't look like the athletes outside. and even if she did, you probably still wouldn't see her as such.

instead, you saw a vulnerable little girl staring back at you, burdened by the weight of her own inadequacies. your eyes clouded with judgement and self-hatred, you've never truly been able to see yourself clearly.

you close your eyes, taking a deep breath. when you open them again, you force yourself to turn away from the mirror.

as you step outside the bathroom, you nearly bump into azzi. she steadies you with a hand on your arm, her touch sweet but firm.

"hey you," she says softly, her eyes searching yours. before you can respond, she leans in and kisses your cheek. she moves her hands around your waist, slipping something into your back pocket.

"for later," she whispers with a soft smile, before rejoining the group.

with a mix of curiosity and anticipation, you reach into your pocket, feeling the edges of a folded piece of paper. the top reads, "to the most beautiful girl in the world." your heart skips a beat as you read it:

"things i love about you:

the way your eyes crinkle when you smile

the kindness you show to everyone you meet

how your eyes light up when you laugh

the way your hair frames your face

your passion for everything in your life

the softness of your skin

the way you always make me feel loved..."

the list goes on, each point listing a different aspect of you. your heart swells at her words. all this time, you felt like she had to tolerate all your flaws, but the truth was evident.

she saw you, all of you, and loved you effortlessly.

by the time you finish reading it, tears have welled up in your eyes—happy ones this time.

you fold the note in your pocket, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. azzi's words settle over you, each one a gentle reminder of how she sees you.

as you help the group pack up, azzi approaches you again, phone in hand. "before we go," she says softly, "can i get a picture of just us?"

before you can respond, she tosses her phone to one of her teammates and scoops you into her arms. your thighs wrap around her waist, feeling weightless under her touch. you let out a surprised giggle as she carried you over to the ledge, wrapping your arms around her neck.

"smile, beautiful," she whispers, leaning in to kiss your cheek. you can't help but beam at the camera, the soft pressure of her kiss sending chills down your spine.

this time when you see the photo, everything looks perfect. your smile is genuine, the sunset glistens in the background, azzi's supportive hold of your body envelops your body.

azzi sets you down, her fingers tapping her phone a few times before turning to show you. she's already set the photo as her lockscreen.

"perfect," she says, looking at you rather than the phone. "just like you."

as you walk hand in hand towards the car, the knot of anxiety in your chest begins to unravel itself. azzi's note sits in your pocket, her feelings tangible against your skin. and for the first time, you start to see yourself as she always has—beautiful, worthy, loved.

as azzi starts driving again, her hand finds yours, her thumb stroking your hand.

she brings your hand to her lips, kissing your knuckles. the gesture is so tender, so simple, that it catches your breath. it feels like the first few drops of rain after a drought.

the burden of your appearance was never a burden to begin with.

her focused gaze on the road, the sunlight fading but still flickering through the windows. she hums to herself, like the quiet after a storm, clearly happy to just be in your presence.

the constant comparison, all of your perceived flaws, every way you find yourself lacking—it doesn't define you.

under her touch, you are defined by the way you love, the character of your heart, the beauty of who you really are.

[hornime]

watch and learn | iwaizumi hajime x f!reader x team japan

there were two things they all had in common: the growing bulges in their pants that they were urgently trying to distract themselves from, and the fact that their full attention was on you.

warnings: 18+, timeskip!everyone, BIG MANGA SPOILERS BASICALLY, exhibitionism, voyeurism, orgasm denial

w/c: 3.1k

a/n: now i don’t know if iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer learned about female orgasms when he was studying sports science at irvine BUT he def knows how to show a girl a good time which is reason enough for me to write this. also, i read this article to prep for this piece and it was super enlightening, so i do recommend giving it a read if you’re interested!

in the middle of his morning run, iwaizumi slowed momentarily to check the repetitive buzzing of this phone, curious as to who was messaging him this early. when he’d left the apartment, you were sleeping, and you had the tendency to still be sleeping by the time he returned, so who else could it be?

he unlocked his phone, quickly finding the source of the notifications: the team japan group chat.

[06:43 AM] miya: hey @iwaizumi—you know stuff abt the human body right?

[06:43 AM] miya: cus like you studied it in college and shit??

iwaizumi rolled his eyes. i spent four years in america to earn my degree, came back home to support my country’s olympic team, and dealt with the biggest idiots of volleyball, only to get treated like this?

[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: yes, miya. i took many courses on the human body. in fact that’s the purpose of my job. to know the human body. because i am a fucking athletic trainer.

[06:44 AM] miya: okay okay i get it. dumb question

[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: why? is something up? you need help or anything?

[06:44 AM] miya: uhhh kinda

[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata i’m not fucking asking this

[06:44 AM] bokuto: bro just do it

[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata @hinata @hinata 

iwaizumi cocked an eyebrow. what the hell are they going on about?

[06:45 AM] iwaizumi: so am i needed or...

[06:45 AM] hinata: YES

[06:45 AM] hinata: we had a question

[06:46 AM] sakusa: by “we” he means him, miya, and bokuto

[06:46 AM] suna: yeah don’t bring us into this

[06:46 AM] hinata: don’t listen to them! both suna and sakusa wanna know too

[06:46 AM] iwaizumi: okay. what’s up

[06:47 AM] hinata: we wanted to know how to make a girl cum

he chuckled in disbelief.

[06:47 AM] iwaizumi: you’re telling me that you guys are in your mid-20s, literal olympic athletes, and you don’t know how to make a girl cum

[06:47 AM] iwaizumi: have you never done it before??

[06:47 AM] miya: NO

[06:47 AM] miya: FOR THE RECORD IVE MADE MANY GIRLS CUM

[06:48 AM] bokuto: ME TOO

[06:48 AM] bokuto: i think

he laughed out loud, briefly startling another runner on the sidewalk.

[06:48 AM] iwaizumi: you guys are unbelievable

[06:48 AM] hinata: i mean she says she finished but idk what i did to make that happen

[06:48 AM] bokuto: ^^

[06:48 AM] hinata: so like i wanna know how to actually do it

[06:48 AM] suna: actually im kinda interested in this too

[06:48 AM] aran: i pray for your future girlfriends. this is painful to see. im out

[06:48 AM] kageyama: i’m with aran on this one. you guys are dumb

[06:48 AM] hinata: shut up. you suck.

[06:48 AM] miya: cmon iwaizumi, help a guy out

[06:48 AM] sakusa: it wouldnt hurt for you to give us some pointers at least

iwaizumi sighed.

[06:49 AM] iwaizumi: @miya @hinata @bokuto @suna @sakusa meet in the locker room after practice. ill give you guys a lesson in the art of pleasing a woman

to teach effectively, he needed a volunteer, though he was sure you wouldn’t need much convincing. you’d always loved the attention, and the biceps, of the pro athletes. he spun on his heel and jogged home.

you woke up to the sound of your apartment door opening, your boyfriend creeping inside, forehead damp with sweat.

“hey,” you said quietly, making your way towards him.

“hey, baby. sorry for waking you up, i was trying to be quiet.”

you giggled sleepily. “s’okay, haji. you spoil me too much anyway, always letting me sleep in for hours while you’re off doing god knows what.”

at that, his eyes crinkled in amusement, and as you tried to step into a hug, he shuffled back. “woah there, baby. i gotta shower, ‘m all gross from my run. and then,” he gave you a peculiar look that you couldn’t quite place, “i got a proposition for you.”

after his shower, he waltzed out of the bathroom, steam wafting out from behind the door. his tanned body made you feel things you definitely shouldn’t be barely an hour after the sun’s risen, and you reached out to massage the tension in his shoulders. “so, what’s your proposition?”

“well,” he hesitated. “it’s a bit... unconventional. the team asked me to show them how to make a girl cum,” he took in your intrigued expression. “and it’d be a lot easier to explain if i had someone to do a live demonstration with. so,” his eyes flicked up to you. “that’s where you’d come in.”

“a... live demonstration? like you’re gonna make me cum in front of them?”

“yeah, essentially.” he gave you a devilish grin. “you want that, baby? wanna show those boys how a real man treats a gorgeous woman like you?”

you rubbed your thighs at his words. “yeah,” you purred. “i do. wanna show them how good you are to me.”

and that’s how you found yourself nestled between iwaizumi’s muscled thighs, back pressed against his chest, completely naked, with five of japan’s best volleyball players staring at your body in awe.

practically an expert in his field, iwaizumi knew the human body inside and out. this had many benefits; of course it allowed him to catapult up the ranks and work with the country’s best athletes to keep them at the top of their game, but it also had a unique side effect: an overwhelming vault of knowledge on how to make a woman feel good anywhere. 

you’d seen the proof firsthand; he knew exactly where to push, prod, stroke, and tease to have you cumming in seconds, over and over, as many times as you wanted. he was amazing, and you were well-aware just how lucky you were to have such a talented man in the sheets.

“oi,” iwaizumi snapped his fingers, drawing each of the players’ eyes away from your glistening cunt. “pay attention. i know more than anybody that she’s hot as fuck, but you gotta listen to what i’m saying or else there’s no point to this.”

he lightly pressed his lips against your collarbone, slowly tracing them against your jaw, the contact making you squirm. “if you wanna make a girl cum, first thing you gotta do is make her comfortable. if she’s worried about how she looks or sounds or smells she’s gonna be too stressed to let go.” he moved his hands to grope your tits, his calloused fingers brushing over your hardening nipples. “so reassure her, tell her how irresistible she is, how pretty her moans are, how tasty her pussy is. shit like that. the sexier she feels the better it’ll be.”

he leaned into you, whispering into your ear. “feeling good, baby? we can stop whenever.”

you nodded weakly, afraid to open your mouth, barely holding in your whines as his palms worked wonders on your chest and stomach, sending shocks of heat wherever they touched. 

you craned your neck up to observe the men before you. atsumu was flushed red, wringing his hands as if he was worried they’d do something embarrassing if he didn’t keep them occupied. hinata was bouncing his leg up and down, wiping his palms on his shorts as he took in the plushness of your thighs. bokuto was basically drooling, greedily tracing your soft curves with his eyes. suna maintained his indifferent expression, but the reddening tips of his ears showed that he was a lot more hot and bothered than he let on. sakusa stood quietly to the side, leaning against the wall, mask tucked under his chin as if he’d just realized how much the temperature had gone up in the room.

there were two things they all had in common: the growing bulges in their pants that they were urgently trying to distract themselves from, and the fact that their full attention was on you.

"make sure to try different things; there’s multiple ways to make a woman cum. only like a quarter of women experience orgasms just from penetration,” someone made a sound of shock. “yes, the number is that small, bokuto.” 

his fingertip slowly trailed past your belly button, dipping into the mess between your thighs, causing you to slightly arch your back into the solid chest supporting you. “foreplay with the clit is your best bet; even stupid fucks like you probably wouldn’t screw it up too bad.”

hinata opened his mouth to speak, but iwaizumi anticipated his question and continued.

“i know you’re wondering where the clit is. it’s around here, under this hood of skin,” he slid his digit between your labia. “s’not gonna come with a label so you gotta explore a little bit. i know where hers is like the back of my hand, but for you guys, with your girls, you’re gonna have to move your fingers around. slowly. and pay attention to her expressions.” he began to rub in a circular motion around your clit, causing you to make small whimpers of pleasure and shift your hips to meet his movements. 

“if she clenches up or twitches when you feel a certain spot, like this,” your legs flexed as he increased the pressure, “that’s the clit. be kind, it’s not a volleyball. be gentle n’ make small circles, whether it’s with your fingers or your tongue.” 

he thought for a second. “speaking of which, oral’s important. very important. most women cum when they’ve been eaten out, so use your mouths for something more useful than just dirty talk. suck on the clit, maybe tongue-fuck her a ‘lil, but your main focus should always be the clit.”

he removed his hands from your sopping pussy, and you made a pathetic noise of frustration. “’m sorry, baby,” he muttered seductively in your ear. “don’t wanna have you finishing too early. lesson’s barely started.”

he turned his attention back to your audience, his lustful tone being replaced by a more instructional one. “there’s other places that’ll help a woman orgasm, too: her nipples, her neck, her ears—”

“her ears?” sakusa questioned. he blushed profusely as everyone turned to look at him, surprised that he’d opened his mouth. “what? we were all thinking it.”

“s’a valid question,” iwaizumi said. “yeah, you can lick ‘em if they’re sensitive. hers are.” as if to prove his statement, he licked a stripe on the shell of you ear, making you wiggle helplessly at the stimulation. “‘n leave kisses everywhere else. feels good for them just like it does for us.” he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and forcing your movements to stop as he traced patterns with his tongue all around your neck.

“something you should know about an orgasm is that it’s something called a positive feedback loop.” he looked up and was met with five blank stares. shouldn’t have expected anything from these dumb jocks, he lamented. “basically that means that, once you start releasing sexual tension, things will feel better and better until you climax.”

“oh!” atsumu chirped. “like how my sets get better and better throughout a game.”

“no, not really,” he quipped. “your sets suck throughout.” atsumu frowned at that.

iwaizumi exhaled exasperatedly. “the general idea is that the body gets more and more sensitive, muscle contractions become more and more frequent, and touches feel more and more stimulating until you cum. all right?”

they all made noises of understanding except for bokuto and hinata, whose eyes had glazed over at the first mention of an academic term. whatever, iwaizumi thought. they’ll get it through example.

"don’t worry about it too much if you don’t get it, that’s just an orgasm on paper. in practice, though, this is the crucial step: listen to her. she knows what feels good. never forget that you’re just an idiot with a cock.” he took a breath, gathering his thoughts before proceeding with his lecture.

“if she tells you to slow down, you slow down. if she tells you to go harder, you go harder. if she tells you to keep doing what you’re doing, you...”

“keep doing what you’re doing”, they all chimed in at staggered times.

“that’s right. don’t go faster or else you’ll mess up the rhythm and she won’t cum. and you wanna make her cum, don’t you?”

they nodded simultaneously.

“so if you keep up the tempo and force that feels good to her, you’ll be fine. questions?”

suna spoke up. “what about,” he choked on the word. “penetration?”

hinata hummed in agreement and bokuto jumped in. “yeah, what if i wanna make her cum on my cock?”

iwaizumi made a weird face. “that’s some pretty advanced stuff, but i guess i can go over it. when you try it, though, you have to be patient. with both of your bodies. s’not rocket science but s’not always easy. also it depends on the woman but sometimes she physically won’t be able to finish from penetration alone. just make sure you’re communicating.”

his swirled two fingers over your hole before shoving them in, your wetness making it easy for him to thrust in and out as your entrance stretched to accommodate him. “f—fuck!” your eyes flew open at the intrusion and you body lurched forward, but you were held back by his strong forearm. “ohmygod, oh my g—ah! feels s’good haji, s’good!”

“i know, baby, i know. you’re taking it so well.” he turned his attention back to the men, each of who were gulping heavily. if that didn’t signal to you that they were evidently affected by your moans, the way they shifted in their workout shorts did.

“boys, focus.” he curled his fingertips, brushing at the spongy spot at the top of your walls, ripping a pleasured wail from your throat and causing tears to prick at your eyelashes. “when you’re fingering her, you’ll feel an area inside that’s a bit soft and squishy. that’s the g-spot.”

you trembled in his arms as he mercilessly struck the same place over and over again with his fingers. “when you’re fucking her, try to keep the pressure building there, but it’ll be harder to make her finish since you can’t see what you’re doing.”

your breath hitched as iwaizumi’s incessant movements brought your body tantalizingly close to your release. he suddenly stopped and you almost sobbed in disappointment, until he plunged his fingers impossibly deeper.

a guttural scream of ecstasy came from within you, and your eyes rolled back as he began playing with another part of you, your body putty in his hands. “hngh, haji, ah! so good, s’good...” you threw your hands back around his neck, nails digging into the skin as you desperately tried to keep yourself grounded. your soft moans filled the air.

“stop clenching,” he hissed. “can barely move my hand.” you tried to relax but failed miserably as the tips of his fingers grazed your cervix. 

“holy fuck,” suna muttered. “you’re a god.”

“she sounds so pretty,” atsumu said in amazement.

“i wanna make a girl feel good like that, too!” bokuto sulked.

“you can do it, bokuto!” hinata hit him on the arm. “just listen to iwaizumi. clearly he knows what he’s talking about.” 

their eyes refocused on your figure, writhing in pleasure, prompting white hot waves of arousal to pool in their stomachs. 

“yeah,” sakusa said. “clearly.”

“stop talking,” iwaizumi ordered. “and listen. beyond the g-spot is the cervix, which is basically the end of the vagina. if you’re long enough,” he briefly scanned each of their faces, “which i’m sure you are, you’ll be able to reach it if you bottom out.”

“haji—hajime, please.” the stimulation was coming absolutely unbearable, and you could tell he was sadistically holding you at the edge, refusing to give you the satisfaction of finishing. “lemme cum, please. please lemme cum, please, please, i can’t—i can’t take it ‘nymore!”

“what was that? you can’t take it anymore? gonna cum?” you helplessly bobbed your head up and down, hoping that he’d give you permission. “well,” he growled, “we can’t have that happening, can we?”

he abruptly halted his thrusts, pulling his fingers out of you with an embarrassing squelch and popping them into his mouth. pearly tears rolled down your cheeks as you grieved the loss of contact and relief.

your viewers looked on in horror, feeling immense sympathy for you; you just looked so dejected from being denied yet another orgasm.

“why didn’t you—why didn’t you let her cum?” bokuto asked.

“why do you think?” iwaizumi snapped. “don’t want you guys to see her when she does. that’s for me, and only me.”

“oh, okay,” he responded, disgruntlement clear in his voice.

iwaizumi’s glare could cut glass, it was so sharp. the possessiveness that had enveloped his mind made him hyperfocus on just one thought: being alone with you. “so, any other questions? if not, we’re done here.”

you pouted at that, not wanting the demonstration to be over. “but haji,” you mumbled into his collarbone. “i di’nt get to cum. and i wanna.” you looked up at him, eyes wide with want. “please make me cum.”

iwaizumi sent a harsh glance to the players that nonverbally communicated his message loud and clear: get out. they shuffled awkwardly out of the locker room due to the hardness between their legs that they would most definitely need to deal with soon.

your boyfriend turned his attention back to you. “’m sorry, i know i had to deny you a bunch of times. i just really hated the idea of anyone but me seeing the cute way you look when you cum.”

you made a small noise of acknowledgement and a little whisper of it’s okay, haji. he looked down, sensing the way your poor, desperate cunt was pulsing around nothing, the erotic sight injecting him with the pure need to ravage you.

he shifted his head to kiss you passionately. “why don’t i make it up to you?” he breathed between your parted lips before picking you up by the backs of your thighs, forcing you to lock your ankles around his waist. 

he delicately situated you onto one of the recovery beds at the back of the room, before murmuring something that made your pussy throb in anticipation: “i’ll make you cum whichever way you want, however many times you want, all right? all you gotta do is lay back and take it.”

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[theblxefox]

Kepa Arrizabalaga NSFW Alphabet

I’m bored, and I’m also horny, so I’m gonna write NSFW alphabet imagines for various Chelsea players, beware it’s full of filth.

Of course I had to start with my one and only (please request, I only have like two other players in my mind for this).

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I feel like he would be really sweet and grateful, like he'll probably thank you and tell you that it was amazing. He will also help you clean yourself, and of course cuddles.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He’s favorite body part of himself are his legs and thighs, I mean the boy is THICC and he knows that.

He’s favorite body part of you are your eyes and your ass, Kepa is an ass person and no one can convince me otherwise.

I’m also gonna add your favorite body part of his, which are his long big hands (yes, I like hands, shut up), and that absolute beast of an ass.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I think he just likes to cum inside you, maybe on your ass if you're going at it doggy style.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He really wants you to dominate him, but poor boy doesn’t know how to ask.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I don’t think he’s very experienced with kinks and stuff but he is very skillful with sex (both oral and penetration).

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

As I said he is an ass person, so his absolute favorite is doggy, but he also really like when you ride him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I think he isn’t very goofy in the act itself, but he gets very goofy with you after you both cum.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn’t really shave down there, but he is very clean, so you’re always happy to go down on him.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s very romantic, and he loves you very much, so even if you guys go rough he always gives you praises and reminds you that he loves you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He don’t masturbate a lot, but he knows it turns you on so he likes to put on a show for you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

As I said, he wants you to dominate him, so he’ll probably want you to degrade him as well.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Hands down, he likes it best in the bathtub or in the shower. He likes to see you wet and soapy.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Just you, and everything about you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He can’t degrade you, if you asked him too, he’d say he loves you way too much and he just can’t.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Your boy have a skillful tongue and even more skillful fingers.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He likes it slow and sensual, but if he wants to lay off some steam, or he’s really horny, he’d fuck the shit out of you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He likes them, but he prefers to take his time with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

To be perfectly honest, he isn’t really one to experiment crazy things, but he’ll be up to it if it’ll make you feel good.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He’s a professional athlete, he wouldn’t stop until you’d tell him you tell him you can’t keep going.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He likes pleasuring you with a vibrator, but he prefers to just use his own cock.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes to tease you a bit, but he always gets too horny to keep at it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

I feel like he’s very loud, he wants you to know you’re doing a good job, so he’ll moan and groan very loud for you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He’s got very long and slender fingers. (Do with that as you may).

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Boy maybe a twink but he packing.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He gets horny very easily. And you’re so sexy in his eyes, that he can get horny just by looking at you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s got a lot of stamina so he doesn’t get very tired, but he always cuddles you afterwards so you end up falling asleep together.

feedback is appriciated!💙

[nibeul]

been thinking about HCs for if the boys went to high school/human AU so I’m dumping them all on u guys!!

Raph: Does not do school sports but instead does boxing outside of it. He strikes me as a heavyweight slugger BUT I think he’d also use some outboxing techniques just by virtue of his massive wingspan. The school definitely tried to scout him for (American) football and basketball but he probably declined. Also, he’s definitely a humanities kid I will not be taking criticism on this, Shakespeare is his favorite. He does the arts and crafts club for Mikey and then debate.

Leo: Look I know he’s canonly good at basketball but Leo would 100% be an amazing track runner. Like his body type is meant for it, he’d be great at hurdles, sure he’s a good athlete all around but he dominates in track an I can see him doing football too. Classes wise, this may be a hot take but I think his best class is math. He insists he hates it but he’s actually really good. Club wise, he sits in the robotics club and science team meetings to bug Donnie, though he also is a part of math team, he just barely shows up.

Donnie: I’m obsessed w the fact that it’s canon he’s absolutely dog at sports but you know what he’d be good at? Swim. It 1) causes the least pain and 2) he’d absolutely dominate (u know, soft shell turtle in canon and all) so he does it every winter, it’s the one sport he can hold over Leo’s head. Classes wise, he’s 100% a STEM kid but like. He’s also a theater kid I know. Clubs, ofc he’s in robotics, science, and math, but he’s also in theater. I’m debating whether he would act or be uhh.. director and tech, I feel like either are likely.

Mikey: Ok so like, Mikey would technically be in middle school but since I draw them all a year-ish older, he gets to be in high school. He probably does track with Leo, maybe football? I could hypothetically see him doing field hockey in the spring, though that’s only a maybe. Obviously he’s an arts kid through and through, he’s in AP art and runs the arts and crafts club, which he revived right at the beginning of freshman year. If there’s some sort of cooking club, he’s probably in that too.

*should note that if it isn’t specified to be American football, it’s just football.

[universalistotalis]

Stiff That You Love

Ushijima Wakatoshi (Timeskip!) x Female reader

Masterlist!!!

You never thought you'd see him again. You almost choked on the truffle pasta that you ordered in this café when a certain beautiful giant waved and made his way to you.

"Holy damn." You whispered underneath your breath as his strides made their way towards your table. You knew he was already a show stopper back then, but now???!

You were so sure everyone would drop dead at the sight of him.

"Hi." He greeted with his deep voice. "Do you still remember me?"

Surprise filled your expression at his question but you smiled politely and nodded your head. "How could I forget? How are you Ushijima?"

You swore you saw a glint of relief and excitement in his eyes but it immediately wavered as he motioned to the chair in front of you.

"May I?" He asked again, holding the back of the chair.

Is he really going to sit here with me?!

"Sure, of course." Your voice squeaked at the feeling of your heart bursting out of your chest. His greeting was enough to kick the air out of your lungs but a whole conversation?! You didn't know how long you would last in his ever- intimidating presence.

-

It was already the last year in college and you were so determined to graduate with latin honors. Every single minute of your life, you dedicated it to studies, friends and family. They were all that mattered. And so you stayed until the wee hours at certain café spots around the university or at the library inside the campus. You went to meet up with friends during the weekends only for a simple dinner or lunch. You called your family members every chance you get during free time. That was your life. And you were content.

But then this boy came in to the picture.

"You will be partnered together and I shall assign the pair. Make sure you finish the written output, video presentation, and oral defense at the end of the semester." Those were the words of your professor during one of your classes before yours and his name were called out together.

You swore it was fate. Romance was really not in the forefront of your mind but as they say, "You'll find it best when you're not looking".

AND MY GOD WERE YOU SO WRONG!

This man named Ushijima Wakatoshi who came out from nowhere, looking as good they come, had no ounce of romance nor funny bone in his muscular body. He was the most dense, most serious, most infuriating man you've ever met in your whole life!!! He was a whole perfectionist, always so blunt at his comments about the outputs that you showed him. He was also so strict with the deadlines, not considering that you had other classes than this that had much more weight and importance.

You were so close to giving up but...

"Y/n?" You knew that voice only belonged to the certain antagonist in your story right now.

Your hands trembled as you wiped the tears streaming down your face after your meeting together at the library.

"Ushijima, hey!" You pretended to be your usual chirpy self as you turned around to face him.

It was already late so the lights surrounding the university casted an unworldly glow on his face. He was always so breathtaking no matter where you put him but damn those looks! He was just as heartless.

"Are you alright?" He asked with a worried tone.

"I'm fine. I'll be going home now. See you next week." You excused yourself.

"Wait." His cold fingers caught your arm and that made you stop your tracks.

"Is there a problem, Wakatoshi?"

He bowed his head before slowly releasing you in his grip. "I wanted to apologize for my behavior."

"W-what?" You wanted to make sure if what your ears heard was right. He does not seem the type to apologize.

You heard another deep sigh as he looked at you. "I've always been told that I come off too much to others. I didn't realize it until recently when one of my friends told me."

"Oh, well..."

"I'll try to be better though. I'll be more careful from now on. And I'm really sorry if I ever hurt your feelings in the past." He said with all seriousness that you can't help but sigh and just nod.

"You can be really mean sometimes." You agreed and chuckled, letting a tear escape your eyes.

"You've been crying." He stated flatly as if he was reciting a trivia. "I'm still so sorry."

You giggled. "Yeah, I forgive you. Anyway, it's getting late, Wakatoshi. We have to head home."

"I'll walk you home." He said with a finality in his voice. You were again, surprised by his actions but just agreed because this was such a draining day.

And as you were nearing where you stayed, you were again surprised at how comforting his presence was.

--

You did find his presence after that night relaxing. He became more tactful and he started to insert jokes during your meetings which shocked you so much the first time that he felt a little offended. You became such close friends that his team mates in volleyball were again, shocked that he managed to get a friend outside the team. It was just a matter of getting used to, you thought to yourself. He's just so honest, mechanical, and straightforward to a fault and you got to master how to tell him off when needed. He also developed to trust you so whenever he needed advice, he would always go to you and trust your honest words.

Looking at him now, it made your heart warm at how far he'd come. It's amazing to have known him then. To have seen how he grew as an athlete, a student, and a person. He may still be a little stiff but that's just the Wakatoshi you've come to love.

"Soo..." He started while sitting back down again after claiming his coffee from the counter. "I am not disturbing you, am I?" He pointed at the laptop and papers next to you.

You laughed. "Not at all! I finished them anyway."

"How have you been then?" He asked. His elbows were resting on the table and his hands were holding on to the cup of coffee. The sight was a little funny considering his giant built was leaned onto a very small table.

You smiled gently. "I've been good! I got the job that I dreamed of having and I own some businesses too. Ho--"

"Your eyes sparkle the same way." He cut off.

"What?" You asked, surprised at his random comment.

"Your eyes..." He pointed out. "They sparkle the same way they did in college when you were talking about something you like."

"How did you notice that?" You laughed.

"I'm known to be observant." He smirked slightly, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Okay, Mr. Oh-So-Observant, how are your matches going? I've been tuning in since the first tournament and it looks like you're going to the semi- finals!" You cheered not hiding your pride and excitement for the country's national volleyball team. When you searched on how to watch the live games, you insisted that you were there to cheer for the country and definitely NOT to cheer and simp for a certain brown- haired, serious player. Definitely NOT!

"You've been watching our games?" He asked, eyes slightly widening at the thought of you cheering for him. What he didn't know was that you were always watching his games since college, not missing even one match. You were always there, crying at how proud you were of him. Also, crying at how much he could never be yours.

"Of course, I have, silly!" You chuckled and pointed at your laptop. "I've been watching here and you're just so amazing and strong!"

He suddenly paused at your statement, silently raising a brow at you and smiling softly.

"I- I meant that your whole team is amazing and strong." You clarified, a blush automatically painting the whole of your face and ears.

"Would you like to go tomorrow?" He blinked, setting down his cup on the wooden surface. "To the game, I mean?"

Your eyes widened at his offer. "Are you serious?!"

He chuckled at your reaction. "Of course! We're allowed to bring spectators for the games, I'll just give you the tickets."

"Wow, Ushijima, thank you so much! It's an honor!" You chimed excitedly, jumping a little on your chair.

"The honor's mine." He replied, grinning at you.

He already knew back then that you were one of a kind. No one ever really stayed and tried to understand his demeanor and personality but you did. You were so honest and kind and you always knew what to do or say to keep him at ease. You accepted him for who he was and he's so thankful to have met such a beautiful soul. Even when you were doing nothing, even when you're just sitting across this table from him, without you knowing, you already made up his entire exhausting day. Hell, you made up all those exhausting years of not seeing each other since you two graduated. He suddenly imagined if being with you would always be like this. So peaceful and just pure bliss...

"You've got to be shitting on me! Is that Ushiwaka?" The pair sitting next to the glass walls of the café was oblivious of the red- haired tower and group of men walking past the street. All of them were wearing coats and casual attires as they're planning to go for lunch at their favorite restaurant for a little reunion. The all powerful Shiratorizawa Volleyball Team, headed by Ushijima in high school, cowered like puppies at the name of their captain being mentioned.

"Where?!" Goshiki stopped and shielded himself from an invisible force. "He said he couldn't make it!"

"I guess our baby's growing up, look!" Tendou hummed and pointed at the two of you laughing and looking at each other with heart eyes. "I bet they don't know that they're shooting hearts at each other."

"I never thought he could smile like that." Semi whispered.

"Yeah well, he's been crushing on that girl since college." Tendou filled the silent wonder of the whole group. "That's why she looked familiar! He kept sending me photos of them together studying or something..."

"Studying, my ass!" Shirabu laughed as they continued staring and hiding behind a post at the same time.

They all burst out laughing and again Tendou chuckled. "No seriously, they were studying!"

"Yeah well, they look good together. I hope he'd have the balls to ask her out. Please god!" Goshiki put his hands together as if seriously praying.

"Bet you 10, 000 yen, we'd be attending his wedding two years from now." Semi challenged.

"Nah, I'll go with a year." Tendou offered.

The men casted their bets on how long you and Ushijima would get married. They knew their captain so well to be sure enough that he was serious with you. Safe to say, Semi won the bet.

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Reblogs are appreciated! <3

[fruitcoops]

if you have time/are interested could you possibly write some now-a-pro-athlete remus being bulked up /so much stronger? either like with the team or w sirius?

I totally can! This is a bit of a continuation of yesterday’s stretch mark fic, linked here. Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for smut (blowjobs) and some body insecurity

The front door opened and something heavy hit the ground. “Re, I’m home!” Sirius called.

“In the kitchen!” Remus smiled to himself as anticipation whirled in his stomach. “Did you find anything that might work?”

“Yep, the Home Depot guy said these fans are—” Sirius stopped in the doorway to the kitchen, his eyes lasered in on Remus’ legs. A slow smile spread over his face. “You’re wearing shorts.”

Remus rinsed the sponge off and leaned on the edge of the sink. “I am.”

“You look really good.��� Warm arms wrapped around his waist and Sirius kissed his neck, cheek, and finally his lips. “Really, really good.”

“Thank you, baby.” Remus ran his thumbs along Sirius’ collarbones for a moment before pulling back. “Do you want to put the fan in now, or later?”

“It can wait an hour,” Sirius muttered, leaning back in. “Or two.”

“Or three, or four, because we’re both going to fall asleep afterward,” Remus laughed, though he moved his hands down to squeeze Sirius’ ass through his shorts and tug him closer.

“Maybe.”

“Our bedroom isn’t that hot right now.” He mouthed along his jawline, then stepped slightly to the side and wrapped an arm around Sirius’ shoulders and by his knees; in a single motion, Remus lifted him off the ground in a cradle hold.

Sirius cursed under his breath and curled his arms around Remus’ shoulders, his eyes going huge. “What?”

“Ta-da,” Remus said with a smug grin.

“You can pick me up?” Excitement bled into his voice and he lit up, kicking his feet slightly. “Holy shit, this is awesome!”

“Pretty cool, huh?” Remus kissed his nose, then started walking toward the stairs. Sirius was certainly heavy, but it seemed his stretch marks had been worth it after all—his arms stayed steady as he carried him up the stairs and into their bedroom, then tossed him unceremoniously onto the bed.

Sirius huffed at the bounce, then reached up and made grabby hands at him, still smiling. “You have blanket permission to do that whenever you want, sweetheart.”

“Yeah?” Remus straddled his hips, but stayed just of touching range and pushed Sirius back to the mattress when he tried to sit up.

Sirius bit his lip and settled his shoulders back, wrapping his broad hands around the sides of Remus’ thighs. “Alright, then. No touching?”

“Not yet.” Remus toyed with the hem of his shirt and watched Sirius’ pupils dilate as he followed each tug and twitch; he let go for a moment to run his palms up the expanse of his chest and felt a harsh exhale under him.

“What are you doing?” Sirius asked after a moment, sounding a bit breathless already.

“Enjoying the sun.” He tilted his head to the side to feel the sunlight on his bare neck and Sirius whined, tightening his grip.

“Re.”

“I can’t soak up some warmth?” he teased, slipping his hands under Sirius’ frustratingly attractive tank top to feel the cut of his hips.

“I could—I can keep you warm.” Sirius’ fingers traveled up to the edge of his tshirt and he lightly smacked them down again.

“Cut it out.”

“Hurry up!”

Remus raised an eyebrow and saw Sirius’ chest cave a bit. “You want this quick?”

“I want your shirt off.”

“I’m getting there.” Slowly, inch by inch, he pulled it over his head, pausing briefly at his midsection to roll his hips down; Sirius made a small noise and gripped his hipbones tight, dipping under the band of his shorts. He tossed his shirt to the side, resting his hands on Sirius’ lower stomach for balance. “Told you so.”

“Oh, fuck,” Sirius whispered, tearing his eyes away from Remus’ chest to look at his face in total awe. “When did you get so buff?”

“Have been for over a month now, but thanks for noticing.” Remus grinned and scooted forward for another kiss, squeezing his thighs around Sirius’ waist and catching his moan in his mouth. The summer sun made their room thick with heat—he could already feel sweat gathering along his spine. “You can touch now, if you want.”

A lingering pinch of insecurity panged when Sirius’ hands smoothed around his waist, but it was quickly banished at the hitch of breath he felt, followed by a low sound. Sirius traced along his stretch marks, sliding the pads of his fingers along each pattern in slow, almost reverent motions; Remus was putty in his hands.

“I love you,” he murmured into his fiancé’s soft lips, gasping when one hand traveled toward his inner thigh and hiked up the leg of his shorts.

“I love you, too.” Sirius nipped him lightly before moving to the column of his throat. “Every part of you.”

“Feels funny—uh—” Remus paused for a second, panting, as Sirius rubbed small circles with the pads of his thumbs. “—feels funny to be wearing shorts again.”

“You look incredible in them.” There was a gentle push to his shoulder and he rolled onto his back, dragging Sirius over him by the front of his tank top. A hot mouth attached to the underside of his jaw once again and he closed his eyes, grinding up lazily. “You and your legs, sweetheart. I’ll never get enough of them.”

Remus couldn’t feel much on his stretch marks, considering they were scars and all, but the off-and-on sensation made his thighs feel like they were charged with live wires—he spread his legs further and wrapped them around Sirius’ waist, only for him to slide away and toward his chest. “Where are you going?”

“I can’t believe you can pick me up now,” Sirius continued, making his way down Remus’ chest and lingering at his waist to map out every multicolored line. “Fucking amazing. Look at yourself, Re, you’re breathtaking.”

Look. His throat tightened and he turned his face into the nearest pillow; it had been about two weeks since they had been like this, and after so much insecurity it was beautifully overwhelming. Sirius guided his legs back to the bed and spread his knees further, letting out a little puff of air when he pulled away Remus’ shorts.

“Look at me, honey,” Sirius said quietly, tapping the edge of Remus’ chin. The stretch marks itched in the heat and he felt his confidence start draining away. He was so…exposed. Fuck, no, not now, he thought, gritting his teeth.

“I don’t want to look,” he admitted. He had felt a jolt of it that morning as well, when he slid his shorts on and saw the vivid lilac breaking apart the pale gold of his skin.

“Re.” Sirius shifted and some of the weight disappeared.

Remus licked his lips and finally glanced up; he looked worried, and far less debauched than he had before. Shit, I ruined it. “Sorry.”

“We talked about this, mon coeur,” he said, spanning Remus’ ribs with his palms. “I think you are the most beautiful person ever, and the stretch marks don’t bother me at all. They’re as hot as the rest of you.”

“I can’t feel your hands on me all the time now,” he blurted. “On my waist and thighs. It cuts in and out a bunch and feels weird.”

“Do you want me to stop touching those spots?”

“No!” Remus surprised himself a little with the vehemence of his answer. “No, please don’t stop. It’s not a bad weird, but it was distracting me a little.”

“We can take it slow.” Sirius dropped another kiss to his cheek and arousal fluttered up once again. “Nice and easy, right? It’s been a while since we tried something new.”

“Slow sounds good,” Remus said, blowing out a long breath. “Shit, I haven’t said that in a while.”

Sirius laughed into his shoulder and kissed him once again before scooting back down the bed to hold his waist and mouth at his inner thigh. His tongue was smooth against the bumpy skin and Remus shivered at the coolness of his breath when he blew on it. He bucked his hips as Sirius sucked a hickey into the peak of his thigh and felt a smile against the stripes, half there and half numb.

“That’s not bad,” he managed, letting a soft moan slip through.

Sirius hummed and he felt it all the way in his toes, just barely stopping himself from pressing his thighs together. “ ‘Not bad’ is a win in my book. What feels good?”

“The humming, and the—the that.” Remus arched his lower back a little as Sirius scraped his teeth over a few ridges; strong hands moved inward and pushed him back down with gentle pressure, and he twisted his hands in the sheets.

“Here,” Sirius said, his voice low as he put Remus’ hands in his hair.

Fireworks popped in Remus’ stomach and he quickly complied as Sirius slid his lips along his shaft, mouthing at the outline through his boxers before coming back up to bite and suck at the stretch marks on his waist. “Go back,” he said weakly, pressing his hips up despite how excellent that mouth felt. “Baby, go back.”

“Slow and easy,” Sirius reminded him. Remus tried pulling on his hair to guide him down, but he hummed in warning and a whimper broke through Remus’ weak self-control.

After a few more minutes of blissful ministrations over the pink scars, Sirius dragged his boxers down shaky legs—Remus slapped a hand over his mouth to stifle the noise that came out when Sirius took the tip of his dick between his lips, only to have it taken away a second later and pinned to the bed. “Oh, fuck,” he gasped, shuddering. Sirius hummed in question and Remus’ next exhale came in three unsteady parts.

“How’re you doing?” Sirius asked when he pulled off, pressing his tongue under the head for a moment.

Remus took a second to catch his breath before nodding. “So good.”

He felt more on the second pass; Sirius took him deeper and laid one of Remus’ legs over his shoulder for a better angle. Remus lost himself to the tingling, sparking ripples of pleasure that made his fingers tighten in Sirius’ hair and his free leg twitch desperately. Sirius made a pleased noise around him, and Remus felt the back of his throat for half a second before he had to clench his jaw to keep from coming right then and there. It wouldn’t be fair to do that, Sirius might not like it if—

Blunt nails dragged along the inside of his thigh, turning his stretch marks and the sensitive skin between into an explosion of feeling. A moan that could be most politely described as wanton and most accurately described as downright slutty shocked them both—Sirius hollowed his cheeks in surprise and cut Remus off midway into his half-laughed apology.

The motion caused a reflexive buck of his hips, and then Remus’ vision went white as he felt a sudden tightness around the first inch of his dick. Sirius’ throat constricted around him and he seized from head to toe, leaving insecurity and apologies and stretch marks long forgotten.

The first thing Remus’ brain registered was Sirius coughing. He blinked, then scrambled to sit up when the fog cleared. “Oh, fuck, baby, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Sirius rasped, patting his leg in reassurance. “Just caught me off guard.”

“Are you sure?” Remus snorted when he received a thumbs-up in response and draped his arms over Sirius’ shoulders, giving him a quick squeeze as the coughing subsided. He wiped away a small bit of white from the corner of his mouth, then guided his jaw over for a kiss. “You’re the best.”

Sirius deepened the kiss, laying back to haul Remus on top of him. “You give better blowjobs.”

“I disagree.”

“Should we get a third party for the deciding vote?” he teased, making Remus laugh against his lips.

“If you can find someone that you wouldn’t mind seeing me on my knees for—”

“Nope,” Sirius interrupted, tangling their legs together. “I called dibs on you. That debate will forever remain a mystery of the universe, mon coeur.”

Remus rubbed their cheeks together and mouthed under his ear. “I love it when you call me that. Do you want me to blow you next?”

“In fifteen minutes, sure.”

“Did you—?” He leaned away to get a proper look at Sirius’ face, which was still flushed and a little shiny.

“After that moan? You’re goddamn right I did.” He gave Remus’ ass a playful pinch. “Since when did you do that?”

“Oh, no,” Remus groaned, hiding his face in Sirius’ neck. “We don’t need to talk about it.”

“We absolutely do. Let’s see, what did it sound like again?” Sirius cleared his throat, laughed for a second, then fake moaned until Remus covered his mouth with his palm.

Remus bit his shoulder lightly. “I did not sound like that.”

“I was close.”

“Nope.”

“Lemme try again—”

“So help me god, I will smother you with a pillow.”

“Kinky.”

Remus grabbed his pillow and hit him in the side. “No!”

“How the tables have turned!” Sirius practically cackled, reaching up to tickle his sides. Remus grabbed his hands and pressed them into the mattress, but instead of looking chastised, Sirius gave him a smug little grin and rolled his hips. “What are you gonna do now, Loops?”

He made a thoughtful noise and wrapped his arms under Sirius’ lower back. “I’m big and strong now, remember? Think you can take a little manhandling? It hasn’t been fifteen minutes yet, but you’ll manage.”

Sirius’ heartbeat picked up and Remus bit his lip before dipping down to thoroughly kiss the self-satisfaction off his face. He always looked better when he begged a little, after all.

[binunus]

injury | cha eunwoo

a/n ~im a simp for eunwoo, you’re a simp for eunwoo, let’s be simps for eunwoo~

LMFAO anyway this is the first week w/o true beauty and yes as much as suho’s character was a bit toxic, he was end game and that’s it !! also eunwoo bb worked so hard :’) no one can deny eunwoo’s superb acting skills alright !! and if they do they boutta catch these hands. so here’s a cute little something of basketball player!eunwoo bc im in love with him

pls watch handsome tigers or this tik tok if you wanna indulge in basketball player!eunwoo bc everyone should at least once in their life

→ pairing: basketball player!eunwoo x athletic trainer!reader

→ genre: fluff, lil angst

→ word count: 5.1k ________________________________________________

Your POV

One thing you didn’t expect when you applied to be a student athletic trainer for the university basketball team was to end up dating one of their star players, but here you were: holding hands with Cha Eunwoo–the starting shooting guard–as you two walked into the basketball court. 

He gave you a smile and a kiss to the cheek before going off to join his teammates in stretching. You let out a content sigh, watching as he happily greeted the other basketball players, and then went over to the other student trainers. 

Usually, you wouldn’t have much to do since the boys were just practicing, but there was someone new joining today, so you and the other trainers had to give her a little rundown on what she signed up for. 

“-mostly we just tape up and ice the guys if they have an injury or a muscle strain, but yeah that should be about it. Simple, right?”

The new girl nodded, eyes trained on the court as the team just started their warmups. “Who’s that? Number 97 is hot–”

“And dating y/n.” One of the male trainers, and yours and Eunwoo’s close friend, Rocky said, narrowing his eyes at the new girl as he rested his elbow on your shoulder. “So don’t even think of any ideas to–”

“Rocky,” You scolded hitting his stomach, “Don’t be rude.”

The girl gave you a once over, an uncomfortable smile on your face, as her eyes met yours. “Ah...well, you must have an amazing personality, y/n!”

You were taken aback, did she just call you ugly? You forced a laugh, trying your best not to quip back at her. Rocky, though, had no restraints, “Clearly a better one than yours.”

Before the new girl could respond, the head trainer called her over, a huge sigh of relief coming from you. Rocky clicked his tongue as he stared at her back, “She’s not going to last long with us. I don’t get why you’re so timid when others are clearly insulting you, y/n.”

You rolled your eyes at him. When it came to your friends, it was definitely Rocky and Myungjun who were not afraid to be bold about what they were thinking. “Eunwoo and I have been dating for more than a year now, you don’t think I’m used to people always saying that my boyfriend is out of my league? I just try to ignore it now Rocky c’mon, I know how Eunwoo feels about me and that’s enough.” 

“Damn hyung’s handsome face.” The younger male shook his head. You chuckled, the two of you taking a seat on the bench and conversing as the basketball practice went on. During water breaks, Eunwoo would come over to where you and Rocky were sitting, chatting it up with you two in brief increments before resuming practice. He would always pucker his lips up for a peck before leaving, which you would definitely grant and Rocky would pretend to be disgusted.

By the end of their practice, you managed to successfully avoid the new girl, waiting outside the locker room like you always do after bidding Rocky goodbye. Eunwoo smiled once he saw you, immediately draping his arm around your shoulders as he kissed your temple in greeting. “Baby, I’m hungry.”

“Mmm, you want to eat out or order in?” You asked looking up at him.

“Order in, I’m tired.” He said, the two of you already making your way to his car.

--

As soon as you two arrived back at Eunwoo’s apartment, he immediately plopped down on the couch. You chuckled, lightly smacking his butt, “Baby, go take a shower first, you’re sweaty.”

“Wanna take one with me?” He asked blinking his big beautiful eyes at you. You grinned, the offer was tempting, but you already took a shower earlier today and you wanted to order this food as soon as possible. Eunwoo pouted as you shook your head in rejection, getting up to go the bathroom looking like a kicked puppy. 

You turned on the television to whatever variety show was on at the moment, barely paying attention as you were looking through the food delivery app on your phone. You turned your head as Bin walked out of his bedroom, no doubt having just woken up from a nap.

“Oh? You guys are back.” He said sleepily, waving to you.

“Binnie, we’re ordering for dinner, do you want something?” You asked offering him your phone, a laugh leaving you at the boost of energy he received from the word ‘dinner’

“You know a way to man’s heart, y/n.” Bin said jokingly as he started looking through the menu. “By the way, Rocky texted me about that new trainer–rude ass bitch.”

“God you guys spread gossip faster than girls.” You said amused, “I told him earlier, I’m used to people saying stuff like that. It’s whatever.”

“I guess, but you know how sad Eunwoo will be if he finds out this is still going on?” Bin said handing you your phone back. “We’ve been telling you this since the beginning, don’t let other people’s opinions get to you. You’re attractive, y/n! And to Eunwoo, you’re the most beautiful person in the world.”

You smiled, touched by his words of comfort, “Thanks Binnie, ah where would me and Eunwoo be without all of your guys’ support?”

“Nowhere because he wouldn’t have had the balls to confess to you if it wasn’t for us.” He scoffed heading to the bathroom.

“Change your mind, baby?”

“You better stay in the shower! I don’t wanna see your dick while I’m peeing.”

You laughed at their interaction, your attention shifting to the television as you patiently waited for your food and company. Within 30 minutes, the three of you were happily stuffing yourselves full with the takeout, talking up a storm while watching tv. You leaned back against the couch when you felt your stomach capacity maxed out, hands perched on your belly as you groaned, “I can’t eat anymore.”

They looked at you in amusement, Bin laughing while Eunwoo rested his hand on your knee, a fond smile on his face as he told you he’ll finish up your leftovers. The two boys then got engrossed in their own conversation of sorts, you listening quietly to the side as the food coma started to kick in. Somewhere in the midst of their conversation, you settled behind Eunwoo, legs draped next to his body as you snaked your arms around his waist, resting your head on his back. He hummed, still chewing on his food as he took one of your hands and squeezed it. 

You started to zone out, their dialogue beginning to sound like a bunch of nonsensical noise. Bin looked over to where you were laying, “I think y/n’s about to knock out.” 

Your boyfriend turned his body to get a glimpse of you, grinning as you whined from the shift in movement. He changed your positions so that you were leaning next to his side, his arm around your waist as you rested your head on his shoulder. “Food coma?”

You nodded, snuggling into his side to get comfortable. Bin watched the two of you with a smile, scooping up the last of his food before clapping his hands, “Well! you guys being all cuddly is making me miss my bub...so see you lovebirds tomorrow!”

You snort, eyes still closed as you respond to him, “Aren’t they hanging out with Eunbi right now? I saw it earlier on their Instagram story.”

He shrugs, gathering up the trash, “I’m going to crash their hangout because I want to cuddle too. Have fun you two, good night sweet dreams, use protection...or not, be a little spicy!”

Eunwoo rolls his eyes as he picks up a throw pillow and chucks it at his roommate, “Alright bye Binnie.”

It takes all but five minutes before Bin leaves the apartment. The moment you two were alone, Eunwoo immediately tightened his hold, practically pulling you onto his lap as he laid you both down on the couch, spooning you from behind. You let out a smile, hands on top of his as he kissed your shoulder, “You ran a lot today baby, are your legs okay?”

He cutely nods his head, his chin lightly digging into your skin, “My calves are a bit tight, but I’ll probably just roll them out at the gym tomorrow.”

You hummed, rubbing his arm, “Do you want me to massage your legs?”

“It’s okay baby, we’re both tired. I’ll just do it tomorrow.” He said, not wanting to move from the couch any time soon. You chuckled, turning around so that you faced him, your eyes finally blinking open, “If you wait until tomorrow, your calves are gonna be stiff and sore, you might get a muscle cramp. C’mon baby.”

He kissed your nose in response, “You were literally about to knock out from a food coma five minutes ago.”

“The feeling comes and goes,” You grinned, moving to stand up from the couch. Eunwoo pouted at your absence, but followed your movement anyway, taking your hand as you led him to his bedroom. He obediently laid face down on his bed, waiting as you searched his room for the roller stick. “Can we cuddle after?”

“Yes,” You laughed, giving him a kiss before you sat down next to his legs. “Baby, this is your perk for dating an athletic trainer. I need to make sure you’re in tip top shape.”

“But rolling calves always hurt.” Eunwoo whined, already wincing as you started to apply pressure under the back of his knee. You tried to be gentle at first before really going in with stretching his calf muscles, “that’s because your calves are the tensest muscles in the body, they’re put under a lot of strain and pressure from walking and running so it hurts when you try to relax them.”

“I love when you talk medical to me,” He sighs dreamily. You roll your eyes, pressing down hard on the meat of his calves. You felt bad when Eunwoo started letting out complaints of pain, trying to talk him through it and distract him from the pressure on his legs. “Ow ow baby! It hurts!”

“I know I know, almost done baby, I promise.” You said gently, rolling the stick thoroughly over both calves a couple more times, trying to get rid of all the deep knots that accumulated in his muscles. After deciding that he’s suffered through enough with the stick, you put it to the side and began kneading the heels of your palms through his skin, stimulating his muscles gently after the harsh rolling session. Your hands slowly moved north until they landed on his shoulders, briefly massaging the knots out in his neck as well. You ended up laying next to him, cooing cutely as you pressed a kiss to his cheek, “all done.”

Your boyfriend smiled, pulling you into his chest as he kissed your forehead, “thank you baby.”

“You better not ask any of the other trainers to do this for you,” You pouted, a little bubble of jealousy coming up from the earlier situation at the gym. “Except Rocky, maybe.”

Eunwoo scoffed, running his hands through your hair as he met your eyes, “I would much rather have you give me a massage than Rocky. And hey, you better not offer this treatment to the other guys too or I’ll get jealous. You’re my trainer.” 

“Deal.” You grinned hugging him tightly, all feelings of jealousy quenched.

--

Game days always had a specific schedule to be followed. In the morning, you two were free to do whatever you pleased, but it always ended up with the two of you procrastinating in bed until 11 am. Eunwoo always ate a high-protein high-calorie meal whenever he had games and today’s lunch was no different. After eating, the two of you began to get ready, which included showering and getting dressed.

Today you wore a simple set of jeans a black crop top, finishing your look with the university sports quarter zip, which you were required to wear for every game. After tying your hair up, you turned to your boyfriend who was just starting to dress himself. You took a seat on his bed, marveling at how attractive he looked as he slipped on his jersey and shorts. “I’ll never get over seeing you in your uniform, baby.”

He grinned, placing his arms on either side of your body as he hovered over you, leaning down for a kiss. You expected it to be short and sweet, but Eunwoo had different ideas, lips still working against yours as your back gave in, laying down on the bed. You whined as one of his hands took place on your waist, rubbing at the exposed skin, “Mm, baby, we have to leave soon.”

“I know,” he said moving his lips down your jaw, “I just wanted to kiss you.”

“You can kiss me all you want after your game.” You lightly chuckled, wrapping your arms around his torso in a hug. He nodded, face buried in your neck as he dug his hands under your body, hugging you tightly. You hummed, caressing his hair soothingly, “Are you nervous?”

“A little, I’m always nervous before a game, baby.” Eunwoo said pressing a kiss to your collarbone, “You’ll cheer me on, right?”

“Always,” You said patting his back, “C’mon, we should start heading out soon.”

He nodded, reluctantly getting off of you and pulling your body up with him. You offered your boyfriend a cheerful smile, reaching up to fix the bangs out of his eyes before cupping his cheeks, shaking his face in between your hands, “You’re going to do amazing today baby, as always.”

Eunwoo smiled at your action, pecking your lips again before the two of you did a last-minute search around his room for your belongings. After getting all that you needed, the two of you bid Bin goodbye, telling the swimmer that you’ll see him at the court later. You took your place in the driver’s seat, wanting Eunwoo to just relax for the short drive to the gymnasium. You dropped him off at the entrance first before going to find parking, having Eunwoo arrive early was more important than your arrival anyway. 

As soon as you walked into the court, the players were already doing their stretches, your boyfriend in the midst of them all. You glanced at him briefly before greeting the other trainers, the group of you having a quick pre-game discussion of roles before being dismissed to do your own things. 

You actively try to avoid the new girl as the time draws closer to the start of the game, not wanting your energy to get dampered. By now, the other team has already arrived and the stands were slowly starting to fill up. You were seated calmly behind the bench, trying to pass the time on your phone, before your boyfriend took the space next to you, hand automatically going on top of your knee. “You ready?”

“As much as I can be,” He grinned rubbing your kneecap, “Wanna come with me to fill up my water bottle?”

You nod, you weren’t doing anything anyway. The male immediately drapes his arm over your shoulders as the two of you walk to the water station, the two of you already getting excited about your dinner plans after the game. The rest of your friends would be joining you, no doubt, as you already spotted them near the front of the student seating. 

You were in such a good mood, anticipating the start of what was going to be a good game. Your university was going against their rivals, so expectations for both teams were high. You and Eunwoo were leisurely walking back to the court, he still had a couple more minutes before he needed to join his team. 

“Hey, you’re Eunwoo, right? I don’t think we’ve met before. I’m Hana, the new student trainer. You’re really good at playing!” The girl said walking up to the two of you. You immediately felt your body stiffen at her appearance, trying not to let it show to your boyfriend. He gives the new girl a polite smile, “Ah thank you.”

“If you need anything, I’ll be more than happy to help you.” She said batting her eyelashes sweetly at him. You pursed your lips tightly, jealousy easily building up inside of you. Eunwoo only laughed awkwardly, “I appreciate it, but y/n’s got everything handled when it comes to me, right baby?”

You nod, trying your hardest not to punch Hana in the face at her blatant attempt to flirt with your boyfriend right in front of you. Eunwoo noticed your discomfort immediately, removing his hand from where it was interlocked with yours before slipping it around your waist, squeezing the skin gently. “Well, it was nice meeting you Hana, but I should go back to the team...I’ll look at you when I need good luck, baby, hm?”

You manage to crack a smile, a little laugh leaving you when he puckered his lips out for a kiss. You step on your tiptoes, granting his wish quickly, before pushing him out towards the court. You turn towards Hana and give her a forced smile before searching for Rocky. 

You weren’t surprised to find him in the bleachers, sitting and chatting amongst your group of friends. You go and join them with a light feeling in your chest, greeting the other four of them with hugs.

“How are you doing y/n? You excited?” Jinjin asked as you take a seat next to him.

“Yeah! I mean the guys have a really good chance of winning this one, it’s gonna be a good game.” You smiled clasping your hands together. Rocky only scoffed as he pointed at you, “Bitch, I saw Hana approaching you and Eunwoo hyung, spill.”

You throw the younger male a joking glare, “Nothing gets past you, huh?”

Bin immediately cringed at her name, hand palming his forehead, “Oh God, what did she do?”

You shrugged passively, “She just introduced herself to him and said that if he needed anything, she’ll gladly help him or whatever.”

The boys groaned in response, Sanha reaching over Jinjin to tap your leg, “And? What did hyung say?”

“He let her down gently and said that he goes to me if he needs anything–”

“As he should!” Myungjun said indignantly, crossing his arms in annoyance. Jinjin only nodded, “Good boy.”

“If she even tries to homewreck y/n, just say the word and I’ll scream at her!” Myungjun said in all seriousness. You laugh at his claim, “thanks guys, but I think Eunwoo made it pretty obvious to her so it’s fine.”

The youngest sighed giving you a pout, “You’re too nice, y/n.”

“That’s what I’m saying,” Rocky said agreeing with Sanha, “If I was you and someone was flirting with my partner, I’d clock them right in the face.”

“Hey, I wanted to–”

“You should have,” Bin sighed, “What a shame, maybe next time.”

“I usually don’t advocate for violence, but I’d turn a blind eye for this, y/n.” Jinjin agreed. You rolled your eyes at them, “You know, as much as I love to sit here and get lectured, Rocky and I have to go down to the trainer section.”

“We’ll see you guys later!” Rocky said as the two of you stand to go to the bench, taking your seats with the other trainers–and as far away from Hana as you could. 

The game was already intense from the tip-off, both sides in a tight match to get a starting lead. The cheers from the stands were just as heightened, giving energy to both sides during baskets or free throws. Their plays started to get rougher from the beginning of the second half, more and more fouls getting called on both teams. 

You and the trainers were busy as well, assessing each player during substitutions and icing whenever they came back to the bench. By the third quarter, your team established a good six-point lead, the energy of your section high from Eunwoo’s back-to-back 3 pointers. 

You could distinctly hear Myungjun’s scream as he shouted Eunwoo’s name, a laugh coming from the bench at his volume. You hid your face in Rocky’s back, second hand embarrassment coming from the two of you at your friends’ loud cheering tactics.

You even spotted Eunwoo letting out a smile as both sides prepared for a free throw, your boyfriend giving a thumbs up to the guys in acknowledgement. His gaze then shifted onto you, your cheeks flushing as he shot you a heart-fluttering wink, a smile gluing itself onto your face.

You watched with pride as his concentration zeroed back in on the game, his team playing impeccable defense as they raced to your side of the court. After a couple back and forth relays, your team was on offense, trying to calm down the tensions as they strategized their next play.

It all happened so fast. The opponents stole the ball from your point guard, commencing a fast break. Eunwoo sped across court, the defense of your team depending on him and another player. 

“Eunwoo–screen!”

He followed the instructions of his teammate well, placing his body in front of the opponent as he tried to defend your team’s basket. Unfortunately, the momentum of the other player was too much, both players roughly colliding and falling on the court. 

You gasped in horror, immediately standing up from your seat as the referee blew the whistle to stop the play. Your teeth dug into your lower lip in worry as Eunwoo remained on the floor, clutching his waist in pain as some players and the referees surrounded him. The head trainer jogged onto the court, kneeling in front of Eunwoo to ask if he was okay. 

The gymnasium was quiet, looking on to the scene that was unfolding in the center of the floor. Slowly, the trainer helped Eunwoo stand up, your boyfriend leaning his weight on the male as he limped off to the side, the coach substituting in the other shooting guard in place of Eunwoo. Both sides started clapping in respect, as they always do when someone gets injured during a play. 

The head trainer looked to the group of you, “someone help me with Eunwoo.”

Before you could even respond, Hana beat you to the chase raising her hand, “I can help.”

“y/n,” Eunwoo said, eyes only on you. The head trainer looks between you and Hana, sighing, “Decide amongst yourselves, and fast.”

“It’ll give me more experience-”

“No, I want y/n.” Eunwoo said seriously, not even giving her a chance. The head trainer ushers you over, your feet finally taking a step with the help of Rocky pushing you forward. You accidentally shove Hana out of your way as you approach Eunwoo and the trainer, taking some of your boyfriend’s weight as the three of you walk to the locker room.

Once in the locker room, the head trainer immediately started assessing Eunwoo’s waist, trying to determine whether he needed to be sent to the hospital for a scan. Quickly and quietly, you follow the trainer’s lead, offering your assistance when he needed it. All the while, you hold Eunwoo’s hand as your boyfriend was trying not to think of the pain in his lower back.

“Do you think you can walk, Eunwoo?”

“I don’t know, there’s a sharp pain in my waist if I try to turn my body.” Eunwoo said attempting to rotate his upper half.

“No no no, don’t move. Let’s get you to the hospital to make sure there isn’t anything broken.” He sighed taking out his phone to call the medical team, “y/n, I’m sure you’ll be accompanying your boyfriend. Text me Eunwoo’s updates, okay?”

You nodded, briefly leaving Eunwoo’s side to gather both his and your things. Within the next five minutes, a group of EMTs entered the locker room, lifting Eunwoo onto a stretcher and rolling him to an ambulance, you following closely behind. 

You didn’t say much on the way too the hospital, your mind too preoccupied with worry and thinking about the worst-possible scenario for your boyfriend. Even when you arrived at the hospital, Eunwoo was immediately whisked away to get some scans and X-rays done, you being escorted to the waiting room in the meantime. It seemed like forever until a nurse approached you, leading you to the room where Eunwoo was being held. 

You let out a sigh upon seeing him, almost being moved to tears as he offered you a smile, “You’re smiling? Cha Eunwoo, I oughta–”

“Baby, I’m okay.” He chuckled lightly, hand outstretched to meet yours. You frowned, putting both of your bags down to the side as you took a seat by his bedside, “Are you okay? What did the doctor say? I need to update the trainer and your coach too.”

“Nothing’s broken,” He said first, attempting to ease some of your anxiety. “The doctor said I had a nasty fall that bruised my coccyx so there’s a lot of inflammation to the area. They gave me some pain medication so I don’t really feel anything right now, but I should be discharged tomorrow. And then he gave me a referral to a chiropractor who I’ll see in about two days. But baby, I’m okay, promise.”

“You can’t play though,” You said softly, hands fiddling with his fingers, “I feel like I’m more upset than you.”

“I played hard today so I don’t regret anything.” He said simply, “it sucks that I couldn’t finish the game, but injuries are a part of being an athlete, you know that baby. Besides, from what the doctor said, I shouldn’t be out for too long, maybe just a game or two. I told him I’m in especially good hands because you’re gonna take care of me.”

You said nothing, still not fully believing that he’s taking this situation so well. “Baby...give me a smile, hm? I’ll feel much better if I see you smiling.”

Mustering up the brightest smile that you could, you finally looked up at his face. His features only softened, knowing that you were trying your best to stay strong for him, “Are you still worried?”

“Baby, you’re in the hospital.” You said as if stating the obvious, “How could I not be worried?” 

“You’re so cute being all worried about me,” He teased squeezing your hand. You scoffed, finally easing up a little at his flirting. “You laughed! I heard you laugh just now!”

“You’re annoying,” You said as you took out your phone to give the head trainer updates on Eunwoo’s condition. After you pressed send, you immediately received a call from Sanha, “Hello?”

“Is Eunwoo hyung okay?!” “Is he dying?!” “Eunwoo no he’s too young to die!”

You flinched at their loud volume, turning your phone on speaker so that you and Eunwoo could both respond to their chatter. “Guys, he’s not dying.”

“I’m okay,” He laughed taking your phone. “Hold on, did we win?”

“Are you fucking serious? That’s what you wanna know?!” Myungjun scolded into the phone. You chuckled, the guys talking over each other again as they announced they were on the way to the hospital. “They never said if we won or not.”

“I guess you’ll find out when they arrive.” You said, patting his cheek as you stood, removing your sweater. “Do you want some water, baby? I could go get some.”

He shook his head, puckering up his lips for something else. “Please? I’m injured.”

“You’re going to use this to your advantage, aren’t you?” You asked leaning down to grant him a quick kiss. “Maybe.”

After handing Eunwoo his phone, you went to the bathroom for a little bit before coming back and taking a seat on the hospital bed that he so highly encouraged. “If we get scolded by the nurse, I’m blaming it on you.”

“It’s not like you’re laying in bed with me, baby. We’ll be fine.” He said putting his hand on your thigh. He rubbed your cloth of your jeans gently, thinking to himself as you responded to messages on your phone. “Baby, you know I love you, right?”

You made a sound of confusion, looking up from your phone and meeting his eyes, “Hm? Of course I do. I love you too. Why, all of a sudden?”

“Just, when Hana was talking to us earlier and when she volunteered to try and help, I could see that you were uncomfortable.” Eunwoo said gently, “It annoyed me too, to be honest. Like what else did I need to do to show that I’m dating you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” You said stroking his hair, “I’m used to people thinking that they can steal you away just because they’re prettier than me or more handsome than me or whatever. It doesn’t bother me that much anymore, baby––and it shouldn’t bother you too.”

“That’s so fucked up, y/n, how can that not bother me?” He frowned. “You are the most attractive person in my eyes, baby. If anyone pulls this shit again, I swear I won’t let it slide.”

“I know,” You said quietly, kissing his cheek. “I love you.”

“And I love you,” Eunwoo said, “I don’t want you to ever forget that y/n, you’re mine and no one can do anything to change that.”

“Mmm, I’m lucky that you and the guys always defend me, aren’t I?” You lightly smiled, “God, you have no idea how many times Rocky cursed Hana out in the past week.”

“As he should,” Eunwoo nodded kissing the back of your hand, “see, this is why they’re my friends.”

“Speaking of our friends.” You said looking at the door, “I can hear them coming.”

Your boyfriend chuckled, both of your attentions at the door, which shortly was opened by five boisterous guys. The sound in the hospital room suddenly increasing tenfold at their appearance, all five of them crowding and fussing around the bed. You giggled, sharing a look with Eunwoo as the guys started talking all at once. He grinned, listening until the end of their rambles. Although he was injured, Eunwoo noticed that he couldn’t be feeling any happier. He had no doubt that he would have a speedy recovery, especially if you and his best friends were right by his side. _______________________________________

2-12-21

[kakashisdarling]

Steamy neighbor - Kakashi Hatake

Kakashi x Reader

Warning: NSFW, nudity mentioned

Find part II here.

I just moved in next to the sexiest ninja alive. But truth be told, he really gets in my nerves.

I met Kakashi Hatake back in the academy and even though my eyes were always involuntarily drawn to his figure, we were never friends. We barely shared more than a couple polite words and a simple sense of camaraderie.

However, lately he’s been truly testing my patience. We’ve discussed every single day since I moved in. He claims that I turn on my lights late at night with the only purpose of disturbing his sleep and he even has the audacity to blame me for arriving late to his activities.

What bothers me the most is that I can’t seem to get him out of my head. He even shows up in my dreams and I’ve been losing my sleep over the whole situation. This morning I feel extraordinarily tired. I decide that I’m not in the mood for cooking, so I’ll just make some juice and grab something on the way.

I sigh heavily as I look up through the kitchen’s window, but something catches my eye. My lungs feel tighter, I can hardly breathe.

Kakashi is cooking something in the stove. Naked. He is cooking naked.

Kakashi’s fucking naked. Right in front of me.

Dear god.

My eyes get lost in the way his shoulder blades shrink and stretch simultaneously with his cooking, his biceps making a show as well. Kakashi has a broad and muscular back that leads the way to his magnificent round ass and those well-built thick thighs. I mean, even his fucking ankles are sexy.

How is it even possible for someone to have such a perfect body?

Is this real?

Am I still sleeping? I scratch my eyes. I’m most definitely not dreaming, the universe simply decided to make me suffer today.

I have no clue of what to do, so I just keep staring for a while. The sight is eye candy.

He looks amazing, even with his mask on. And I can’t help but wonder how he’d look fully naked and without that mask.

Holy shit.

He turns around to grab something and I get a glorious full view. Shit. My lungs aren’t working anymore, this is breathtaking. I can’t even begin to describe what I’m seeing. His athletic chest and his well-defined abdomen are something to die for. And the most overwhelming part is that Kakashi has a morning boner…

Holy shit.

Lord, help me. All of a sudden, I’m seriously considering running to his door and helping my steamy neighbor with his cooking task. I’m losing my mind.

I can’t take this anymore; his back was already too much to handle but the front view is simply unbearable. Impulsively, I knock on the window and as his is partly open, he immediately turns to me. He looks really sleepy and his deep gaze warms my whole body. I feel the gap between my thighs soaking wet.

“Neighbor, you should really close your curtains” I advise with a thin tone.

He frowns and seems confused at first. But then it hits him.

“Are you enjoying the view?” he smirks playfully.

“I w-wasn’t… I-I didn’t m-mean to…” I nervously mumble as my cheeks turn bright red.

He laughs as he lazily closes his curtains.

I’m lost. There’s no hope for me.

How will I face him now? As soon as I see him, I’ll remember his body and dirty thoughts will cloud my judgement. And if the Hokage assigns us a mission together, I won’t be able to travel by his side and fight rationally. It’s unethical, I shouldn’t be thinking about my naked comrade.

Still unsure of how I’ll face him with a straight face, I decide that the best course of action right now is to hurry the hell up. Maybe that way, I’ll avoid the usual morning encounter.

I break my own record and get ready within fifteen minutes. But as I’m locking the door, I hear Kakashi’s door opening.

Shit. Shit. Shit. I shouldn’t have made that stupid juice; it wasn’t even that good.

“Hey” he says with a stupid smirk on his face.

And surprisingly, I still have the sudden urge to punch his face. Maybe not everything is lost.

“Morning, neighbor” I answer softly, avoiding his eyes.

I start walking down the hallway and he catches up with my step.

“Where are you heading to?”

“I have a meeting with Lord Hokage.”

“Me too.”

I nod silently, it looks like we are walking together to the office.

It’s so awkward. I need a way out.

“Oh, I almost forgot I have to stop by Iruka´s” I quickly make up an excuse to run away.

Kakashi raises his only visible eyebrow.

“I guess I’ll see you in the meeting, Y/n” he says.

I nod again as I start making my way to Iruka’s. I don’t need to stop by but maybe he could share his breakfast with me. In the end, he is my closest friend and I only drank that stupid juice before trying to escape from Kakashi.

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“YOU SAW HIM NAKED?” Iruka is totally freaking out.

“Don’t scream, you doucheface.”

“You know what? I’ve always had the feeling that he paid a lot of attention to you, since the academy” he says with a dreamy voice while he packs breakfast for the both of us. Thankfully, Iruka is also attending the meeting.

“Iruka, are you onto some kind of weed or something?”

“Maybe he did it on purpose. Maybe it’s something he read on Icha Icha.”

“Oh no! Did you put the same substance in my breakfast?” I cry dramatically.

“Y/n, I’m serious here.”

“Iruka, you know that’s nonsense, it was just a sleepy mistake.”

“Fine, I’ll keep the doubts to myself.”

Giggling, I take the lunch he is offering me and happily eat my breakfast as we make our way to the Hokage’s office.

“We were waiting for you” Lord Hokage says as Iruka and I enter the room. There’s only two other people inside, Kakashi and Gai.

“We are sorry Lord Hokage” I stutter. I can feel Kakashi’s strong gaze on me.

Lord Hokage nods and smiles faintly.

“Now that you’re all here, we can start. I have assigned pairs to fulfill a delicate mission. We have reports of strangers lurking in the forest near our village. We don’t know their intentions or if they’re dangerous. You have a week to gather information about them and conclude if they’re a threat or not.”

That’s good. I’ll be paired up with Iruka, as usual and I’ll have a week to fully clear my mind.

“Iruka will team up with Gai and Kakashi with Y/n. I know that’s not the usual, but I want to see how you work together. That’s all, good luck.”

Shit. I’m so screwed.

Iruka chuckles mockingly and I give him a murderous look as we make our way out.

“Iruka!” Gai calls as he approaches us. “Are you free to discuss some details?”

Iruka nods and squeezes my arm warmly as he walks away with Gai.

“So…” I hear Kakashi speak behind me. “We could grab some ramen while we chat about the specifics of the mission.”

“Sure.” I suddenly remember the incident of this morning and my cheeks heat up once again.

“Are you feeling ok?” he smirks, I know he is aware of the reason I’m getting all blushed.

“Uh mmm I-I j-just… I’m sorry about this morning.” I mumble.

“I’m not.” His smile grows as I raise an eyebrow all flustered and confused. “We’ll be working together a whole week, so I might just as well simply confess. I know that every morning you make juice in front of your window and I was aware my curtain was open this morning, Y/n”.

Wait a second… Did he just…? Is he serious?

I loudly clear my throat; I don’t understand anything. “What do you mean?” I inquire.

“I like you, in fact I always have. I never tried anything because I feared having emotional ties affecting my work as a shinobi and honestly, I thought you were dating Iruka. But when you moved in next to me, I realized it was the right time to make a move on you.”

“Oh” I am so surprised that a pig could fly right in front of me and I wouldn’t even notice. “You are a big riddle, Kakashi Hatake. But I like you, too.” As I finish the sentence a smile begins pulling up my lips.

“Well then, it’s good that I asked the Hokage to pair us for this mission.” I chuckle at the master plan of the ever so handsome shinobi next to me as we start walking to the ramen shop.

Hey guys, I hope you’re doing well! This was the first fic I wrote about Kakashi, but I just kept re-writing it over and over again until I finally fully liked the outcome. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. 

Oh, and remember requests are open(:

Reblogs are always deeply appreciated, thanks for reading <3 

[writemekpop]

Right Person, Wrong Time | Huang Renjun

Pairing: Huang Renjun x Reader

Summary: Your high school sweetheart is back in town for one night only. He wants to get back together, but your heart is already taken...

Genre: Angst

Word count: 1.4k

Gif: @shuuvee​

“Look, you better get off your arse and start serving some customers or I’m out, girl,” Irene laughs.

She pulls a puffer jacket over her ‘Bo’s Burger’s’ T-shirt. She’s your only friend – but not for long it seems. The icy December breeze rattles around the battered burger van.

“Alright, Irene, jeez…”

Just then, you peer out of the van’s window and freeze. Your hand smacks silently against your mouth. “Renjun,” you whisper.

“Who’s Renjun?” Irene says, raising one perfect brow at you.

“Come on, Rene! Drop dead gorgeous Renjun – my first and only love Renjun – stupid, perfect, left me to go back to bloody China Renjun!”

Just then, Renjun turns his head. “What am I supposed to do?” you whisper, shaking Irene’s wrists in desperation.  

“Honestly, girl! Act natural for once.”

You don’t even have time to curse Irene for her useless advice. Renjun is already gazing expectantly up at you.

Your breath sticks in your throat.

This isn’t the schoolboy you loved. This is a young man, icy rose hair slicked back in the latest style. An athletic body hides under his snow-dusted Burberry coat.

“W-welcome to Bo’s burgers. May I take your order?” You choke out. Behind you, you hear Irene whisper, “I didn’t mean pretend not to know him natural!”

“Um… a regular burger, I guess?” Renjun smiles, and it’s so identical to your memory it’s like looking at your old photos again.

You can’t bring yourself to look away from his bright black eyes. Your hands mechanically prepare a burger beneath you.  

“Here you… um… go!” You thrust the burger into his hands. Your fingers touch, and the frosty air blazes for a moment. “Um…thanks?” A smile is playing at his lips, and when you look down, you see why. You gasp.

Renjun is holding burger bread sandwiched between two patties, slathered in Nutella.

“Oh my god, sorry, what have I given you?”

Renjun just chuckles. “Look, um, Y/n, I’d be lying if I said I was just here for a burger…”

Your heart is in a one-person car chase. “What are you doing here, Renjun? Aren’t you meant to be in Shanghai?” you smile, shyly.  

“Yeah… I’m in the city for a book signing. You look… incredible.” His voice is quiet.

“You too, uh, you dyed your hair!”

“Oh, right, I forgot I used to have it black…” Renjun pulls at a strand absentmindedly. You wonder how much else has changed.

Renjun leans forward, and you feel your heart accelerate. “I’m afraid I have a confession, Y/n. I came here to find you. I’m only here for a couple days… I don’t want to intrude on your life, but I’ve been dying to see you.”

He looks down. “I didn’t know if you… wanted to see me too.”

“Yes, of course I would want to see you!” You blurt out. “I… I’ve really missed you, Renjun.”

“Really? I’ve missed you too, Y/n! You know, there’s this character in my book, and she’s fierce and beautiful and she has all the guys after her, but she’s a million times too good for them – and I just realised… she’s you.”

Warmth shivers over your body. “That’s… amazing. Congratulations on your book, I mean…” You can’t meet his eyes. “I knew from your letters that you would grow up to be an author.” The memories shimmer like heat between you.

“Oh my god, you’re not talking about that awful line!” Renjun collapses into silent laughter.

“Yes! That’s it!” you chuckle. You say in unison, “You’re sucrose, you’re fructose, you’re glucose and more!”

You laugh till tears are streaming down your faces. “Okay, that was a literary low point, I’ll admit.” Renjun pauses. “But, I’m sure I could improve on it at dinner together.” His ebony eyes flit up to yours.

“Oh,” Your heart drops. “I can’t, Renjun. I can’t believe I have plans.”

Renjun’s eyes tighten. “Oh, that’s no problem. Ever holiday in Shanghai?” He chuckles mirthlessly.

“I work in a burger van, Renjun, what do you think?” You attempt a smile, but Renjun’s already turned away.

Just then, a hand grabs your shoulder. “What the hell are you doing?” Irene’s almond eyes shoot daggers. “What do you mean?” You respond. “I’ve got no choice - remember my boyfriend?”

“Forget about bloody Jaemin! And plus, it’s just dinner – not marriage.”

“I know, but-”

Irene sticks her head out of the van. “Hey, RENJUN!  Y/n’s cancelled her plans! She’s coming in five minutes!”

“You’re sure Jaemin won’t mind?” you whisper.

“Look, he’ll understand. Renjun was your first love. And plus… it’s not like anything’s going to happen between you two!”

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“Wow. Just wow. I can’t believe what I just saw,” you laugh. You and Renjun leave the blazing lights of the ice rink for a shady residential road.

“I’m amazing, right?” Renjun’s arm warms yours through your coat sleeve.

“Totally. I mean, figure skating team? Weren’t you studying literature?”

“I’m a man of many talents- hey, mind that.” You grip on tighter, narrowly dodging a huge puddle. A tingle shoots through you.

“God, you’re a gentleman. I miss the dork in high school who couldn’t tie his own shoelaces.” You shove Renjun playfully on the shoulder.

“Hey! That was a nerd you fell in love with. There’s a difference, you know!”

You laugh. “And what kind of person cares whether they’re a nerd or a dork? Anyway, I should probably get going now.” You start to unwind his soft red scarf.

“Right, well thanks for meeting up with me today.” Renjun half-smiles. ”You look phenomenal, by the way.”

Your heart warms. “Thank you. I mean, it was amazing to see you.”

“Right? So, um, bye.”

You lean in for a hug, but Renjun’s lips touch your cheek in a parting kiss. “Oops!” You say, reaching to kiss his other cheek.

But you don’t quite make it. Because his lips graze yours. And all of a sudden, he’s kissing you. You slip back into it without thinking, fireworks shooting through your belly as you tilt your head to kiss him back. His lips are even softer than you remember, so soft you almost forget the winter chill around you.  

Then you feel his tongue slip hot into your mouth. And you freeze. You pull back, so suddenly that you stagger a little on the pavement. Renjun stretches his hand out to catch you, then stops mid-air.

“Sorry, we shouldn’t be…”

“No, no, it’s my fault.” Renjun looks away, shaking his head minutely.

“No it’s not! You don’t get it. I… have someone.”

“I know.”

You look up, forgetting yourself. “What?”

“I know you have a boyfriend. I heard you talking about it.” Renjun smooths his face with one hand. “It was so stupid. I don’t know what I was thinking. Why would you want to be with me?”

Goosebumps spread over your cheeks. “If this was any other time, Renjun…” Your voice feels stuck. “I… would.”

“But you can’t.” Renjun gives you a grim smile. “I… love you, Y/n.” He turns, and starts walking back to his hire car.

“Hey!” You call, suddenly desperate to see his almond eyes again. “I’ll text you?”

Renjun turns, and you see that his eyes are shining. “I think it’s best if we don’t… talk when I go back to China. You know, everything considered.”

“Right, right. No, that’s best.” You nod awkwardly.

Renjun turns away again, and inexplicably your heart is splitting. “Renjun! I…” you call, your voice fading into the black winter’s night.

“Don’t say it. It’ll only make things harder.” You hear a car door slam, and sigh. You look down and see his crimson scarf still in your fingers.

“I love you, Renjun,” you whisper.

[hoekaashi]

hq bois in gray sweats p 4 (900 followers event)

a/n: firstly i would like to say that this series is for my 900 follower milestone and i didn’t even realize i hit 1k. i wanna thank all of you guys who have followed me wow i don’t even know what to do to celebrate. i’m like...halfway done with this too lol secondly, please remember this is fiction. i know for a fact that pro-athletes shouldn’t and typically don’t do drugs so please keep that in mind characters: kuroo x reader, bokuto x reader warnings: bois in gray sweats, drugs (weed), some dry humping, this is one of the less intense ones

part 5 | part 7

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⇾ kuroo is smart and a tease ⇾ so when’s he’s horny and doesn’t want to initiate he just puts on a pair of gray sweats ⇾ he knows that your resolve always crumbles, thirty minutes tops, no matter what you’re doing ⇾ there had been times when you were in the middle of class and kuroo pranced around in front of you acting all innocent but you knew exactly what he was trying to do ⇾ whenever you did bring it up, he would act like he had no idea what you were talking about ⇾ “i would never wear an article of clothing i know turns you on just so i can get my dick wet”

Kuroo had been bugging you the first fifteen minutes after your class had begun. He knew that it wasn’t an important class so he didn’t care about bothering you, but after his hasty disappearance you couldn’t help your mind drifting off wondering where he had gone off to. Another twenty minutes went by and you managed to focus on your class again. Only thirty more minutes were left and you knew your attention could hold on that long. Until Kuroo walked out of your shared bedroom in a black shirt and gray sweats. The pen in your hand fell and you scrambled to pick it up to go back to work without letting him affect you but unfortunately, it was too late. Kuroo had noticed you. Hook, line, and sinker. From then on, you did your best to ignore him even though it was hard when Kuroo literally sat right next to you at the table when there was an entire apartment he could’ve chosen from. He noticed you shifting in your seat every so often from the corner of his eye, but did his best not to show that he caught you. You kept checking the time to see if your class was over yet and after checking sixteen times in ten minutes, you figured you could get notes from someone else as you clicked out of the call and closed your laptop. Kuroo watched in amusement as you struggled to pull his chair out enough to give you space to sit on his lap. Once you were settled with your arms over his shoulders and hands playing with his hair at the base of his neck, you smiled. “You can’t think of this as a win,” you said as you began to kiss his neck. His hands found their way to your ass and squeezed your cheeks in response. “But if you plan on fucking me, it better be in bed. I don’t need a weird bruise on my stomach from the table like last time.”

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⇾ as a professional athlete he stays away from stuff that is bad for his body along w drugs that could get him kicked from the team ⇾ but when he heard from konoha how amazing it felt to cum when high, he always wondered how it would feel ⇾ that led him to getting high with you and thankfully he was a horny high ⇾ you couldn’t take your eyes off his dick print in his sweats which always led to high sex ⇾ ever since then he got addicted to the feeling of you around him when both of you are faded ⇾ it’s not something either of did often so when you did it was a good time for both of you

The season had just ended, MSBY had won their last match. The celebration dwindled down to a few people and had moved to a club. The few members left had easily secured a table and you decided to dance while your boyfriend watched. Bokuto didn’t drink often - alcohol always made him more emotional than he was sober. He also didn’t get high often, but that was more so for the sake of his job. The edibles you had taken were kicking in in full force, the hits you took in the car making your high hit you like a truck.  Bokuto’s eyes never left you from where he was sitting at the table. As you made your way back, you noticed what he was wearing. When had he changed into sweats? You weren’t sure, but you didn’t care. You made yourself at home in his arms as you rested your head on his shoulder while he took a final drag from a blunt before handing it off to someone else. Both his arms wrapped around you. The two of you basked in all of the feelings from today - the anxiety, the happiness, the excitement, the bliss - but Bokuto’s hands began to wander and you couldn’t stop thinking about his outline in those sweats. You shifted in his lap, purposely rubbing on his dick causing him to let out a low groan. While your head was still fuzzy, you still understood what you wanted and how to get it. Shifting your gaze upwards, you gave Bokuto the most innocent look you could muster and you knew it was working from the way his grip on you tightened. Neither of you had realized that you started kissing, the loud music the DJ was playing over the club speakers setting the pace for both of you. As the kiss deepened, you shifted your position so that you were straddling his lap, his much prominent bulge pressing against your clit. Your lips started moving faster, more needier, as Bokuto grinded your hips against his matching your need, if not more so. Your hands moved from his shoulders to his hair at the base of his neck and you pulled. “Let’s get out of here,” you whispered against his lips.  Bokuto smiled as he helped you off his lap, making sure to grab all your things before leaving. Neither of you said your goodbyes, but you knew it didn’t matter when you heard Sakusa say ‘thank god’ at your retreating figures.

[sneezefiction]

Caring for a Sore S/O after Working Out

Kuroo, Bokuto, Akaashi, & Tsukki x Reader - Sore S/O Headcanons

request: “can i request headcanons with the third gym squad when their s/o is sore from doing excercise? usually i don't excercise, the last week i just jump the rope, and my left leg is just aching as hell, Now I'm limping, sliding my hurt leg lmao thank u by the way!!!!!”

a/n: ok i felt this. i haven’t worked out since quarantine began and i am physically falling apart rn. so even if i did workout, i’d probably be in so much pain that i’d quit the next day oop. BUT here’s the 3rd gym squad, at your service bby <33 hope u enjoy!

warnings: slightly suggestive for Kuroo

total wc: 1020

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Kuroo:

lately Kuroo has been pestering you to come to the gym w/ him

i mean you are dating an athlete and you gotta admit, he looks pretty damn good

but when you wake up at 4am to an unwelcome aching all over your body, the regret sets in

your arms, legs, thighs… everything is so sore. it hurts to even shift under the covers

you stifle several groans, trying not to wake up Kuroo, but he’s such a light sleeper that his eyes are open the second you make a noise

“You okay, babe?” he mumbles sleepily, rubbing his eyes

“Kuroo, I am in so much pain. The gym was a mistake.” you murmur, “What do I do? I don’t think I can go back to sleep.”

“I’ve gotcha, baby. What hurts?” he’s pulling the covers off of you

Your face flushes, skin exposed, unsure of what he’s planning to do

He smirks, “Relax, I’m just gonna give you a massage.”

he’ll start with your shoulders, pressing into them with firm hands, and you release a deep satisfied breath

Tetsurou will work his way down your body, savoring the contented hums you release, making sure to apply direct, but gentle pressure

when he finds his way to your legs, you let out a groan, and now Kuroo’s cheeks are tinged pink

but you’re already sore, so he spares you for tonight

when he’s finished, he leaves trails of kisses down your back and grabs you a heating pad

you thank him with a sleepy peck on the forehead and he responds by pulling you into his arms, ignoring the little “Ouch” you squeak out

Bokuto:

you’d worked out a couple of days ago and Bo was SO PROUD OF YOU

but the thing is, he forgot how sore people could get if they haven’t exercised in a while

so when he came over to your place and leapt into your arms for a hug, you both crashed to the floor, your legs unable to handle the strain of his sudden movements

now you’re not only sore, but there’s a sharp pain shooting up your arm

he’ll feel sO bad about it, apologizing profusely on his knees while grasping your hands

“Y/n, I am SO SORRY. PLEASE FORGIVE ME!”

like babe, he’s pleading, his eyes are so big

and you won’t have any time to respond to him because he’ll have already scooped you up in his arms

he’s holding you bridal style, his grip gentle and secure, eyes on you the whole time

“Were you really that sore, baby?”

“Bokuto, I literally collapsed. What do you think?”

“Please let me make it up to you!” he begs

be prepared for a netflix night and all kinds of takeout food

he’ll make sure your legs are laid over his lap and he’ll keep his warm hands on your thighs the whole time, stroking them softly

now every time you workout, you have to tell him beforehand, bc he’s scared of you collapsing under his crushing hugs

Akaashi:

he’ll see you limping and immediately assess the situation

you’ve clearly done something out of the ordinary, you’ve been complaining about how heavy your arms feel, and you’re unreasonably tired

so when you finally mention your workout the other day, everything clicks and he decides to pull out his full regimen for muscle soreness and strain

he starts randomly bringing you water bottles throughout the day

if it’s your abs that hurt, Akaashi will bring you a hot water bottle and a fuzzy, blanket

at night, before you both finish up some documentary series together, you’ll hear water running in your bathroom

you walk in to find Akaashi filling it up, clouds of bubbles sitting on the water’s surface

he’ll turn around and give you a soft smile

“Thought you might like something soothing, y/n.”

“Akaashi… you’re amazing.”

once you’re relaxed and out of your bath, he motions for you to sit with him, leaving a big space for you to lay out on the sofa

but you’re feeling cuddly and lean into his side

he’ll just run his fingers through your hair, not minding the dampness, lowkey giving you a scalp massage

and if your hair is long enough, Akaashi will move it to the side, lightly brushing the skin on your neck and trace the crevices on your shoulders and neck

you literally work out just so you get this treatment more often lmao

Tsukki:

he actually makes fun of you for trying to exercise in the first place

“You do realize you have to do this again to get results, right?” he snorts, “If you feel this awful, maybe just don’t do it at all.”

Tsukki says that, but the next day he’ll be helping you learn proper form for different exercises

he’ll position your arms and legs so you don’t put pressure on your back and he’ll keep you from overdoing it while on a run

ever wonder why he smells so fresh? this guy uses icy hot all. the. time.

it helps him release all kinds of tension in his muscles

he’ll absolutely convert you to it, you have no choice in this matter

but Tsukishima insists you’re putting it on wrong and definitely uses it as an opportunity to get his hands on you in a slightly more discreet way you’re not fooling anyone, sweetheart

when he’s rubbing it in on your back, you lean into the touch and he teases you by immediately dropping his hands to wash them off

you’ll be pouting around the house, but when he comes back, he’ll start massaging pressure points, rubbing your back and neck

Tsukki’s hands are literal magic yes, you may take this in any way you’d like to

“How’d you get so good at this?” you ask, the soreness slowly fading

“Wikihow.” he says monotonously 

“No, really babe. I have to know your secret.”

“...I literally read an article and just figured it out from there.”

he actually probably did learn it off the internet, but you refuse to believe it

Tsukki definitely threatens to charge you for his services, but he secretly relishes how much you seem to enjoy his touch

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tags: @cherryonigiri

[himbo-only-zone]

Hi! I was hoping I could ask for a Nekomaru fluff ABC’s post please? Thank you in advance (:

nekomaru nidai || fluff alphabet

requested by: @tanakabxtch !

trigger warning: mentions of heart defects and hospitals

Never wrote for the blessed boy before so let's see how this goes!! Dud some research so hopefully this is good enough, but no promises. Please look into his backstory before you read, or else this won't make any sense.

- Mod Anna

a. attractive. what does he find attractive about you? he finds your passionate side attractive! he's a person driven by motivation, and seeing you passionate about something makes him motivated.

b. baby. would he want a family? it's not his number one priority, due to the fact that he does have athletes to take care of, but if you want to, of course!! he'd love to take care of kids and help them become athletes if they wanted to!

c. cuddle. how does he cuddle? he likes laying on his back with you across his chest. arms wrapped around his neck, legs wrapped around his torso. he loves holding all of you, knowing that you're there and safe is all he wants.

d. dates. what are dates with him like? they're usually very exciting! something big like sky diving or bungee jumping is always fun! however, if you guys want something more relaxed, he loves staying and home and resting with you.

e. everything. what are you to him? (ex. you are my _____) you're his relaxation. he's always so focused on others: his athletes, his friends, everyone. he never really had someone that helped him relax, until he found you.

f. feelings. when did he know he was in love? whenever he talked to you about his heart defect. he never really told anyone about it, he didn't want others to look down at him for it. but when you said that you would always be by his side and even go with him to doctor appointments ... he actually started crying.

g. gentle. is he gentle with you? extremely. compared to his athletes, he's easy on you. he encourages you to take care of your health and will give you a regiment if you ask, but he's super gentle. he makes sure to save the extra good massages for you.

h. hands. how does he like to hold hands? he doesn't hold hands often, actually. he's not big on pda, surprisingly, but if you guys do ... it's so gentle. his touch is loving and supportive, and he'll occasionally give you a small squeeze. it's so loving.

i. impression. what was his first impression of you? he thought you would be a good athlete. that's usually what goes through his head when he meets someone, inspecting their body and making sure that it meets athlete standards. any body can meet athlete standards, he just wants to see how long it would take. he did find himself marvelling at your beauty.

j. jealousy. how often does he get jealous? never! he loved you and cherishes you, so he really doesn't mind if others do the same. he's super happy go lucky with his partner, as long as you're happy, he's happy! he would be upset if he found out that you were cheating on him, of course he would be, who wouldn't? but he's pretty lenient.

k. kiss. how does he kiss? who initiated the first kiss? he's very soft with his kisses! all of them are passionate and careful. he makes sure they're good enough for you! and he did, he was so proud of you for doing something, and he kissed you to show it.

l. love. who says "i love you" first? he did. back to the talk he was having with the heart defect, he buried his head in your shoulder and repeated those three words over and over again. he's so smitten for you.

m. memory. what's his favorite memory with you? probably when you two were skydiving. the exhilaration and the excitement paired with spending time with you? he absolutely loved it. and the way you clung to him after it was over was super adorable.

n. nickel. how much does he spend on you? he spends quite a lot! you two do a lot of things together, and you keep saying that you want to split the bill, but it always ends in a competition. who can put their money or card down first. nekomaru has lightning reflexes, dear.

o. orange. what color reminds him of you? pretty much every color reminds him of you. you're so bright and welcoming to him, like a rainbow! whenever he sees a rainbow, whether it be painted on or actually in the sky, he sends it to you. no context.

p. pet names. what pet names does he use? he's not very big on pet names, but when he's talking to others, he never used your name. he'll always say "my girlfriend/boyfriend/partner" or "the love of my life." always something super sweet.

q. quaint. what's his favorite non-modern thing? (a friend of mine helped me out with this one, credit to him jfjdkd) he loves writing love poems! he had to have some passion before he threw himself into sports managing. and that was poem. he only writes poems about and to you, now, but they're absolutely wonderful. cherish them.

r. rainy day. what does he do with you on a rainy day? the gain never stops. no, i'm joking. it's pretty normal, though. he does tend to be a bit more relaxed and wanting attention. sometimes he'll just sit on the couch and hold his arms out.

s. sad. how does he cheer you up? he is the king of cheering people up! he will give you a speech about how great you are, and about how much potential you have. he will be by your side as much as possible, hyping you up and shoving your anxieties away.

t. talking. what does he like to talk about? he loves rambling about sports and his friends! he rarely talks about himself, so if you want that, you will have to dig really deep. but he is always talking about his friends and athletes!

u. unencumbered. what makes him relax? just lay him down across you and play with his hair. show him that it's okay to worry about himself, and that self care mentally is perfectly okay. you know he's stressed, and he deserves to feel relaxed. you can't give as good massages as he can, but you can damn sure try!

v. vaunt. does he show you off? he does unintentionally. he will hype you up anywhere, and he doesn't care who heard! you're so amazing to him, and if that counts as showing you off, so be it!

w. wedding. when, how, and where does he propose? you two go on an actual fancy dinner date, which you found odd. you never went on something so normal ... and then he got one knee. you knew that this wasn't normal. he proposed, a little teary-eyed but classically. you said yes and then proceeded to do everything under the sun. dancing, bowling, running around practically everywhere.

x. xylophone. what song reminds him of you? what's your theme song? when the day met the night by panic! at the disco reminds him of you! your theme song is tongue tied by grouplove!

y. yes. does he think about proposing to and marrying you? he would want to have a conversation with you about everything first. he does have health problems, and he doesn't want that to weigh you down. he wants the best for you. but when you say that the best for you is him, he's set on marrying you.

z. zebra. if he was able to get a pet, what would he get? he would totally get some huge exotic animal. like a tiger or lion or something. if he can't, he'll settle for something like a cat.

[matbarzyy]

Can you write 9 and 10 with Anthony Beauilliver🖤

Anon: “Can you do 9 with Anthony Beau?!”

A/N: I am so in love with him, it’s kind of an obsession, so I hope you’ll like what came out of this. The prompts were “Let me show you why you should stay in bed.” and “If you think I’m not sleeping on your chest all night, you’re wrong.”

Word count: 1787 (I got carried away)

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“Cuddles?” You asked Tito when he slid into his side of the bed.

“When do I not want to cuddle?” He smiled and opened his arms for you to come closer.

“I don’t know,” you said with a slight shrug. “This is still kinda new, we’ve only shared a bed when we were drunk.”

Anthony was your best friend before anything. You had met years ago in Canada and both moved to New York when he joined the Islanders, so it only made sense to get a place together. You went to university, so you were always there even when he travelled, but you spent as much of your time together as possible when he was home.

The shift from best friends to roommates had changed a lot in your relationship. You bickered a lot more than you used to, but you also became closer than you ever thought you would. Knowing his habits when you were younger was one thing, but both of your lives were different now and being together all the time taught you a lot about him.

“Yeah, and we were drunk so many times,” Tito recalled every party he went to with you.

Every time you made it home together, you’d crash in one of the bedrooms together. Sometimes it was to talk and laugh like idiots, others it was because one of you drank a little too much and needed comfort when emptying their stomachs in the toilet.

“It’s nice that we don’t have to be to sleep together now.” You rested your forearms on his chest and looked up at him with a smile.

“And it’s nice that I get to introduce you as my girlfriend to everyone now.” He looked down at you with an equal amount of love in his eyes, one of his hands on your back and the other finding your cheek.

“And it’s nice that we can do this now.” You lifted yourself to go place a kiss on his lips.

You both had stupid grins on your faces when you settled back down, your cheek resting on his chest and his hands slowly tracing up and down your spine.

“Are you sure you’re comfortable like this?” Tito got worried you’d want your space or a pillow to rest your head on, but you shook your head.

“Are you kidding? I’ve been waiting for years to be with you, so if you think I’m not sleeping on your chest all night, you’re wrong.” You kissed over his heart before finally adjusting yourself and letting your muscles relax. “Is it comfortable for you?”

“The closer, the better,” he admitted. “Maybe we’ll grow out of it, but for now I feel like you. I’ve been in love with you for the longest time, I don’t ever want to let you go.”

With another few I love you’s exchanged, you both closed your eyes and let your breathings settled together. There was something soothing about being this close. You could hear Tito’s heartbeat, a regular, steady sound that helped you relax while he was drowned in the warmth of your body. It was your bed, so Tito could smell you on the bed sheets, and your nose was so close to his skin that you could still catch the faint smell of his shower gel.

It was easy and intimate, something you both needed as you built your relationship to yet another level. Neither of you doubted the most beautiful things could come out of this, but it would need a little bit of effort and a lot of working through layers of awkwardness.

“What are you doing?” Tito’s raspy morning voice reached you just before his hands did. He had woken up as soon as the cold air hit his chest, and his reaction was immediate. He sat up and grabbed you to pull you back against him before you could get out of bed.

“I was going to make breakfast,” you chuckled.

“Fuck breakfast, and fuck getting up,” he grumbled, voice a little rougher than normal.

“Come on, we could be doing so many things today, we just have to get up and we can go for a nice walk.” You patted his bicep and once again tried to push yourself up, but Tito wasn’t having it.

“I know how you think. You’re all about enjoying every day and doing all sorts of fun things, and I love that about you, but also, fuck that.” He reversed the position and pinned you on your back on the mattress, grinning at your surprised gasp. “Let me show you why you should stay in bed.”

“W-what are you doing?” Your cheeks heated up when you felt him dropping his weight to his hips between your legs.

“You’re so cute when you’re flustered,” Tito laughed from deep in his chest, his forearms on either side of your head so that he could hold himself up. “I’m just showing you what kind of fun things we could be doing without even getting out of this bed.” He rolled his hips to punctuate his words, and your eyes widened in panic.

“How the fuck are you… how the fuck are you so chill about all of this?” You tried your best not to stutter, but having to restart your sentence did nothing to ease your nervousness.

To hide yourself, you wrapped your arms around his torso so that he’d come chest to chest with you. Your face ended up buried in his shoulder, and Tito gently caressed the top of your head.

“Don’t be so nervous,” he whispered softly. “We don’t have to do anything,”

“You know I want to,” your voice came out muffled.

With your many years of friendship, Tito had seen you date and break up and everything in between. It was also no secret that some of your boyfriends were never able to satisfy you in any way, and you had expressed your frustration more than once, especially when drunk. ‘What does a girl have to do to get an orgasm around here?’ You had desperately grumbled at the time, and Tito had only cackled that day, still unaware of how deep his feelings for you truly were.

“We’ll have plenty of other opportunities, but maybe you can tell me what you’re so worried about,” he tried to poke at the problem, wondering if you’d open up to him or retreat in your shell like you often did when you were uncomfortable.

“Maybe,” you replied hesitantly, and that encouraged him to continue.

“Let me see your pretty face,” Tito prompted you to let him go, at least just enough for him to be able to look at you. You felt small under his stare, but after a few seconds of looking into the blue eyes you were so familiar with, you found yourself relaxing. There was nothing about him that made you feel unsafe. “Talk to me,” he leaned down to brush the tip of his nose against yours, earning a small smile from you before you took a deep breath.

“You made me feel a lot of things,” you admitted. “And as incredible as it all is, it’s super overwhelming sometimes,”

“For me too,” he confessed quietly but stopped himself there so that you could continue.

“Besides… you’re you. You’re this amazing and gorgeous professional athlete and I’m little insecure me, so I guess a part of me is scared to try something this new with you, just in case it’s the thing that makes you change your mind on how you feel about me.” You let your eyes fall shut at the end, feeling embarrassed about it all.

“Look at me,” Tito whispered softly, waiting until you were looking at him again before he continued. “Nothing could make my feelings for you change. Absolutely nothing. I’m in love with you and that’s a cold hard fact, so this is the last thing I ever want you to worry about.”

“Okay,” you murmured and felt your eyes start to water, but he wasn’t done just yet.

“You’re so beautiful, I call you pretty girl all the time for a reason, but you’re also so damn sexy. Remember before nights out and dates when you wanted some guy’s attention and you’d show me all those outfits?”

“Yeah?”

“I swear they were all breathtaking, but you were worried about which one was okay for you to wear. I would have complimented you on any, and that would have been nice, I guess, but you came to me telling me what was wrong about them, which ones were a little risky because a strap kept falling off your shoulder and a skirt was too short. At first I thought it was fucking stupid, but then I began to listen. I listened and I tried my best to help you pick something you’d be comfortable in, because the outfits made no difference to me, but your confidence did.” Tito explained, wondering if his ramble even made sense. “My point is, you don’t have to worry about the way you look, or whether you’re wearing the right clothes or whatever else is on your mind. I love you because you’re you, and the way you laugh, the way you dance a little when there’s a song you like playing somewhere, those are the things that make you attractive to me.”

“But I don’t want just that to be attractive,”

“It’s not just that,” Tito chuckled in disbelief and ran his thumb over your cheek. “Baby, I thought you were gorgeous the day I met you, and now that I feel the way I do? I don’t think there’s a woman in the world more beautiful than you in my eyes, there’s no one else I could look at and find more attractive than you.”

“Remember what I said about overwhelming feelings for you?” You sniffled quietly, your body stiff before your chest finally shook with a hiccup.

“Oh baby no, no, no,” he let himself fall to your side and gathered you in his arms. “I didn’t want to make you cry,”

“They’re happy tears,” you squeaked out against his chest, trying to hold them back and failing miserably.

“It’s okay,” he rubbed your back. “I love you,”

“I love you so much,” you managed to reply between sniffles. “Y-you have no idea how much I needed to hear that,”

“I promise I’m never going to let you feel like you’re not good enough,” Tito kissed your temple. “You’re more than I could have ever hoped for in every way imaginable. You deserve all the love in the world, and I want to be the one to give it to you.”

[imhereforthetvshows]

Could you maybe write a one shot with all the girls reacting to Toni saying something very familiar to the one time when she said ‘I don’t matter’ when Shelby and the pill scene and how they don’t want to lose her and they are worried about Toni’s selfless behavior! You’re an amazing writer thank you

Actually that sounds awesome! You can read it either here or on AO3 - I named the fic ‘the FUCKING EXIT!’. I really hope you like it:

It had been a mistake to let them see each other, ‘Agent’ Young realized way too late. They were already through two of three security barriers of the bunker and he was going after them blind because somehow those little shits had disabled the cameras.

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“Where is the FUCKING EXIT?!” Fatin yelled furiously as all remaining 7 girls were running down yet another tunnel, only doors with keypads in the stone walls lining it.

They weren’t as fast as they could’ve been, Dot knew. Martha was still weak from the concussion she had, and Shelby could only use one foot, needing a person on either side to get anywhere. Dot herself was at the back of the group, trying to keep all of them in her sight, absolutely ready to stab anyone that came up behind them with the broom stick she had make-shifted into a spear.

She could see Toni running at the front of the group, faster than the others, scouting around every corner.

When they had made their run for it, after a day of planning, Toni had at first helped Shelby together with Rachel, one of Shelbys arms slung around her shoulder. She had let go of Shelby about 5 minutes ago, after they had passed the first security barrier, when a tall guy in a nurse uniform with a syringe had appeared in front of them. Dot had been too far away to do anything. Toni tho! Toni had just full-body slammed herself into the guy – toppling both of them over, scrambling for the syringe and injecting it into his neck. He had passed out then and there. “Leah – help Shelby” Toni had ordered. Leah had handed her the iron pipe she had as a weapon, and ever since then Toni had been the tip of their spear.

Dot came to an abrupt halt as Toni held up her hand right before a corner. Toni put her finger to her lips, intense eyes indicating for them to be silent and Dot could hear the footsteps approaching from around the corner now. When the person rounded to corner, Toni whacked them with the iron pipe in the back of the skull. Toni grimaced at the sickening crack it made but she had no time to dwell on it, moving around the corner first and then motioning them to follow when it was clear.

They were reaching yet another end of a tunnel. The voices of the girls getting panicked at the dead end. Dot looked around and then up and there it was! – A hatch at the ceiling of the tunnel! But there was no ladder and the hatch was shut with a handle.

If they were able to step onto eachothers shoulders someone could open the hatch and they could pull themselves out.

She voiced the plan and since they didn’t have any other options, the others agreed to try.

“Leah, you’re tall, you try to open the hatch. Toni and I will hold you” Rachel ordered. She was the only one who had done anything like that before. Leah nodded her face showing determination. Toni and Rachel were kneeling and Leah knelt onto one of each of their shoulders. They pushed themselves onto their feet, faces red with effort, Leah trying to keep balance. Leah then tried to push herself up from her knees to make herself tall, reaching up high and after a few tries finally catching hold of the handle. She let out a scream of effort trying to push the handle to open and their tower swayed dangerously. Dot and Fatin immediately jumped in to steady them. Leah finally pried it open and pushed it up with all her force. The hatch landed with a clonk on the outside – the sky and clouds now above them.

Leah then immediately pulled herself up. Dot was incredibly glad the months on the island had hardened all their muscles and she cheered when Leah looked down at them, big grin on her face, getting ready to pull up the next person that would be lifted up.

“Next Shelby and Martha” Toni ordered. Both of them argued for the others to go first but it made sense since they were the weakest right now and would need the most help getting up there. The discussion was ended finally when Toni yelled “JUST FUCKING DO IT!” face not leaving room for discussion.

They repeated the procedure the way they did it with Leah but this time it was easier because Leahs strong arms could meet Shelbys and help her pull herself up. Then followed Martha, Dot and Fatin.

It was just Toni and Rachel down there now. This was when they heard someone break through the first security barrier, that Dot had manipulated not to open anymore. She had broken all the key card readers they had passed.

“Fuck!” Toni cursed “Come on, Rach!” motioning to her back.

Rachel looked at her. The two intense women were suddenly aware that there was a real probability that whoever was going to go up last would not make it out at all.

“No fuckin way, dude” Rachel said “I’m way stronger than you”

“Yea well, I still have both of my hands so you fucking go first or I swear I’ll kill you myself right here and now!”

The empty threats did not rattle Rachel one bit as she shook her head.  

“I play basketball and I’m light as a feather – I’ll be up there in no time.” Toni said now with more force as the other girls started yelling for them from above. An electronic tool was being used in the distance to open the last barrier that separated them from the armed guards that were following them.

When Rachel still didn’t move Toni added quietly “Your parents can’t lose both their daughters – not to this shit hole” and then Rachel moved. She jumped onto Tonis back, and climbed onto her shoulders. The two athletes making a much stabler two-person tower than all the towers before. Rachel held out her hand and was pulled up by the combined strength of the other girls.

Then the yelling from above grew double the volume. The mix of so many voices made it hard for Toni to understand anything. Toni caught Dot yelling she should reach up and jump. Then she caught a glimpse of scared – oh so scared – green eyes.

Tonis muscles were already shaking from the effort of the past minutes but she shook herself out and then jumped but not even Leahs long arms reached her. She tried again but she just couldn’t grasp anyones hands.

Toni was looking in the direction they had come from now. It sounded like the guards would break through pretty soon.

“I need you to go!” she shouted up.

“Have you fucking lost your mind?!” Shelby had shouted right back.

“Fuck” Toni quietly cursed. “Dot you need to get Shelby outta here, ok?” she was expecting the eyes of an ally when she found Dots but all she saw was resistance “No way, Minnesota!”

“You fucking stubborn bitches, you need to get outta here. When they break through you need to be gone! PLEASE” Toni yelled, now tears stinging in her eyes.

“If you think we’ll leave you..” Shelby started but Toni interrupted her.

“SHELBY PLEASE! I love you!” when Tonis eyes met Shelbys  time was in slow motion for a second, Shelbys eyes wide from shock, and then Toni was looking at the others “I love all of you. If you get out, I’ll have done one fucking good thing in my life! PLEASE JUST GO!” she screamed.

“Whatever fucked up Romeo shit you have going on down there, I Will FUCKING JUMP BACK IN THERE IF YOU DON’T GET UP HERE SHALIFOE!” Fatin yelled at her.

Next to Fatin a pale Martha found her shaking voice “Y-Yeah, I w-will too!”

“You go down, we all go down, Baby” Shelby said then, a little quieter.

With a loud noise the second barrier was broken through and Toni could hear footsteps approaching now.

“ OKOK FINE!” Toni yelled and jogged away a little only to run full speed and jumping up with all her force, her hands stretched out - almost like shooting a hoop and a strong hand clasped hers and then she was being pulled up by her arms,  her shoulders and her back by five more sets of hands.