#seeing him being normal and just going along with yuuji really fucked with my mind

[kacievvbbbb]

Everytime Sukuna is doing something mildly non-threatening I’m like “he’s just a guy 🥹” and then I hear the echos of his deranged laughter as images of a destroyed shibuya and a plane crashing in fiery delight flash through my mind. And I remember he is in fact not just a guy 🥺

[whoskimii]

yuuji and his shy/introverted reader who surprises him by being needy in public and teasing him when his friends aren’t looking and either they sneak somewhere for a quickie or he makes an excuse to go home and DRAGS your ass

#needthat (hope you'll like it cupcake!!)

⋆౨ৎ˚ notes > yuuji x you. nasty shiii hehe :) yuuji's a bit mean in this. characters are aged up!!! tell me if i missed anything!! ^^ ౨ৎ warning : you may have butterflies in your belly while reading this!! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

yuuji could sense that something was wrong. well, not wrong but at least that something was different today.

you had been acting weird for whatever reason. you were blushing like crazy, which he found cute of course, but he didn't exactly know why.

the first thing that he noticed was your outfit. you were a shy girl, always have been so it kinda stopped you from wearing things you really wanted to put on to go out. however, today, you didn't seem to mind.

a few hours ago, when you came out of the bedroom, yuuji almost choked. you were wearing a baby pink tank top which showed some cleavage along with a pair of short shorts. he could almost see your ass.

yuuji only complimented you. he didn't tell you to go change. he was ready to fight and he wasn't insecure. hell, he even liked showing off his pretty baby.

you were in a small cafe with yuuji, megumi and nobara. your two friends sat in front of you while you sat beside your boyfriend. yuuji almost coughed when he felt your delicate hand caress his thigh under the table, slowly moving up towards his crotch but never making another move.

first of all, you were teasing him. in public. while your friends were right in front of you. and second of all, you have always been too shy to initiate anything sexual or just remotely suggestive between the two of you. yuuji was always the one who made moves on you, with your consent of course.

and now here you were, getting him all riled up and needy for you in public. megumi and nobara continued talking with each other, unaware of what was happening under the table. yuuji glanced at you warningly. you could even read his eyes. "stop it." he would've said out loud, if only the two other students weren't there.

however, you continued. yuuji almost broke when your pretty manicured fingers traced the outline of his growing hardness. he bit back a sigh and forced himself to act normal. but he reached his breaking point when you were about to slip your hand under his pants.

he grabbed your wrist discreetly. "oh, daaamn," he chuckled nervously. "i forgot to check on my grandpa, today. she's coming with me so we'll see you guys tomorrow ! bye !" nobara and megumi frowned at his words. "isn't your grandpa dead—" nobara didn't have enough time to finish her sentence as you and yuuji were already out of the door. "those two." megumi sighed.

when you and yuuji arrived home, he instantly pinned you to the closest wall. "teasing me in front of them, huh ?" he whispered breathlessly. "you've got no shame." he threw you over his shoulder which made you gasp softly.

he threw you on the couch and climbed on top of you. "so that's why you've been acting weird all day," he figured. "you just wanted my cock." he clicked his tongue as you touched his pants. "don't."

you whined softly. "but yuu'..." he rolled his eyes. "yeah, yeah. i'll fuck you, stop whining." he didn't even bother to pull your shorts off, only leaving them around your legs. "are you fucking..." he scoffed. "you haven't been wearing panties underneath ?"

at your blush, yuuji's hand landed on your plushy ass. "what a slut." he said. "and look at that shirt. dressin' like that even though you knew megumi would be there. what were you tryin' to do, huh ?"

he pulled his pants down just enough. without even bothering to prep you, he pressed his pink tip at your entrance and slid inside you. he let out a quiet hiss. "already this wet and i didn't even touch you. and you say you're shy ?" you whined softly at his words. "i am..." he clicked his tongue again. "yeah ? you are ? you're shy ? acting like a whore but you're shy ?"

he gave hard, fast thrusts, feeling the familiar bubble in his lower stomach already tightening dangerously. "you're not shy. you just don't want to admit how much of a— fuuuck..." he cursed as you clenched around him. "of a slut you are."

you whimpered, eyes rolling back as he hit that little gummy spot that had you drooling. "yeah ? right there ?" he already knew the answer. "oh, yuuji..." you breathed as he lifted your shirt and sucked on your nipple, almost as if milk was about to come out. you let out a pornographic moan. "hear that ? you hear yourself ? don't you dare tell me you're shy, now."

drool slid down your chin. you felt like a cheap whore but you loved it. "yuuji... gonna cum..." you babbled. "yeah ? i can tell. you keep—" he moaned before finishing his sentence. "shit, m'gonna cum too... c'mon, baby..." he played with your clit to get you to climax.

as you finally came around him, moans spilling out of your pretty lips, he came right after you. "fuck, theeere you go... m'all yours, sweet girl..."

when he collapsed on top of you, you wrapped your legs around his waist. "m'shy, yuuji..." he scoffed. "mhm ? let's see that again, then."

were you actually shy ?

we love a pent-up yuuji <33

⋆˚࿔ kimi 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[lolokouhm]

FUSHIGOVER pt. II [I HAD ONE JOB]

1 / 2 / 3 / 4

First of all, I didn't want to go to any party that night. Hear me out. From what I understood, my bare existence was apparently a threat to the cursed energy regulations in the school, so getting overly excited wasn't the best idea. Second of all, I somehow managed to avoid Fushiguro all day, so he wouldn't make my heart palpitations even worse. Normally, I'd also crack a joke about the whole "leaking" think in the context of Megumi, but even for me, it seemed completely inappropriate.

But that was a party Yuuji's decided to throw especially for him. Was I about to miss it?

Hell fucking nah.

I've said that me and alcohol didn't get along really well, but there was something about Nobara's drink-making technique that was making me forget about that awful relationship. Sometimes it made me forget even the parties, but such situations were quite rare. So when Kugisaki passed me a glass full of something, the only thought on my mind was...

"Cheers." Maki suddenly appeared next to me and sat comfortably on the couch. "Is that..." She pointed her glass in my direction. "Is that Nobara's poison?"

"Yeah. I was just supposed to be thinking about not getting hammered, but I don't think I can take it sober."

Maki laughed and looked around the room.

"Why is that dumbass not here yet?" She took a sip of her drink and sighed. "Yuuji's done literally everything to gather us here today."

Well, he did a great job, looking at the amount of people gathered in the room. Panda, Inumaki, Yuuta, all the first-years and even Hakkari were there. I guessed it couldn't be that hard though. Everyone waited. We were friends, and the friendship was even more hardcore than anybody could imagine.

I've had these thoughts from time to time. Looking at my friends, their scarred bodies, faces, hearts and souls - thoughts that made me angry. We should be dying from drinking too much during a party in Yuuji’s room every week instead of actually dying.

"Yo, Fushiguro!"

My heart stopped.

The room suddenly became way more lively, with students cheering, moving around and clicking their glasses. Somebody even got his hands on the light switch and started turning the lights on and off.

And in this whole mess, I couldn't breathe.

He stood there, leaning against the doorframe, a little bit taller than the last time I'd seen him, but also a little thinner. He wore black jeans and same colour long-sleeve that fit those broad shoulders of his so freaking well. His dark hair was messy, and it became even messier when he nervously ran his hand through it, definitely not expecting the excited reactions. For some reason, the nervousness in him was always mixed with a little bit of irritation, but I've known him long enough to see that in reality, he was glad. For some reason, he's never had too many emotions written all over his face. If you wanted to look for those - you had to do it right.

His eyes.

What a phenomenal thing, to be sitting. My knees went weak without even noticing. I stared and stared for what seemed like an enternity, and then I did the only one thing I could do.

"FUSHIGURO!" I pushed all my awfully lovesick thoughts as far as I could and jumped out of the couch, giving surprised Maki a small heart-attack. "YOU'RE BACK!"

Don't get me wrong now. I've never been the introverted type. I was just apparently really good at overthinking my feelings and these three weeks without him were the worst possible thing that could happen to me. Because I had been thinking. And really, was there that much to think about? I've had feelings, that's right. Romantic feelings. But my feelings were my problem and I had no intention of making them his problem. Not now, at least. It was under my control.

Fushiguro apparently heard me and he looked around, finally landing his gaze on me, which made me panic a bit, but being the fraud and impostor that I've always been in my little life story, I just smiled. I don't really think I'd smiled that sincerely ever before.

I had one job.

Just don't cry, you idiot.

Yuuji and Nobara had already hugged him and said their greetings. It was my turn.

And then, the world stopped once again.

It felt as if I made a wrong step. You know, the moment when you go up the stairs and you're ready to get even higher, but there's nothing - and you put your foot down and feel like you sink. The moment I got closer, the moment I could see him clearly, his soft scent lingering in the air, it felt as if someone took my heart out and ripped apart once again.

His cursed energy. Darker then ever, but his, so his, that it made me go insane. My hands started to shake. But here I was. A brave person.

"We've missed you." My voice was a bit quieter now.

And I hugged him.

He really became taller. And still, he was a little bit stiff, but the moment he wrapped his arms around me, I became exactly the same.

"Hi, (Y/N)."

I had one job.

I felt his breathing, slow and surprisingly relaxed, his warmth, this weird mix of his showering gel and... well, him, just him, and that alone made me kinda forget where I was. I turned my head around, to get a little bit closer to him, his chest, and then I heard it. The heart.

Beating.

It was like a wave. Honestly, a tsunami - as if it hit me and was ready, ready to rip him from my embrace, to take him away from me yet again, somewhere where I wouldn't be able to see him anymore. To hold him. To feel him. I squeezed my fingers on his black shirt even harder. It was definitely cotton. He wouldn't wear anything other than that.

I love you.

At that moment, I really hoped you could say it out loud. But I couldn't.

I had one job.

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im getting emotional about this

[knchins]

HQ Captains - Thigh Riding

Pairing: Daichi x Fem!Reader, Oikawa x Fem!Reader, Kuroo x Fem!Reader, Bokuto x Fem!Reader, Ushijima x Fem!Reader, Yuuji x Fem!Reader

Rating: E

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings:  (placed before each drabble under the name header)

Notes: My first haikyuu piece and I’m fairly certain it’s trash lmao. I’ve had this idea in my head for a while and I thought about sending it to a hq writer as a request but decided to try and tackle it on my own? I just needed a break from bnha. Couldn’t be bothered to make my own header gif for just drabbles. Oops. I think I mentioned it in all of them, but just in case I didn’t all characters are aged up to college years.

Warnings: Public orgasm, minor depiction of D/s relationship?, Daddy!Daichi

If there was one thing you absolutely loved about your boyfriend, it was his beautifully thick thighs. Every volleyball game had you drooling and you absolutely hated having to wait after a match to strip him of his clothes and beg him for a victory fuck. Not that you had to really try to convince him. The adrenaline after a good match always had him hard as a rock in no time. 

However, before you could get to that point. He always insisted on taking the team out for a celebratory dinner at a nearby restaurant that had supported the college team for years. They helped with fundraising and often gave donations to the team for new equipment or uniforms, so Daichi always thought it was only proper to return the favor with a little business. 

This meant you had to be incredibly frustrated for a few hours after the game, and it led you into some very...intense situations. For instance, you found that if you pressed his buttons long enough, then he will get angry and he will punish you. One of those punishments (your favorite one, actually) was when he patted his thigh for you to sit on it. 

He’d bounce it hard against your already needy cunt. Everyone else was too wrapped up in their own side conversations to notice how your face suddenly turned bright red. He holds you in a death grip as he forces you to put on a show for him, anything to stop your incessant whining for his dick. Soon enough you bite the inside of your cheek to keep from making even the tiniest of moans as the entire team is literally right there in front of you. You come undone fairly quickly, somehow being even more turned on by him taking control of you. 

Sugawara totally notices but keeps it to himself, making a point to distract the first years from looking your way.

Warnings: Public sex, vaginal sex, jealousy

At a club one night, back in one of the booths in the dark, you had been pouting about all the attention your boyfriend was receiving. He was always such a flirt and a ladies man that you knew he simply could not help himself. He thrived on attention after all and this wasn’t anything new. 

You climbed into his lap, pushing the table back to give you room as you straddled one lean thigh. The college captain was giving you a bright-eyed look. “What are you doing, love?” He asked, voice low but you could still hear him over the thrum of the loud music due to his close proximity. 

“Showing all those bitches who you belong to.” You said coarsely, grabbing onto the edges of his jacket to hold onto as you rolled your hips slowly, dragging your clothed pussy up his thigh. The friction sending shocks of pleasure up through your body. 

Oikawa would be all for this. He’s such a little exhibitionist at heart. Making people hear you scream his name was definitely his most favorite kink. He’d place his hands on your hips and guide them back and forth, making you go faster and harder until you were crying out for him with sheer need. 

He wouldn’t be able to handle not whipping his dick out in the end, not letting you cum before he can tug the middle of your panties to the side underneath your dress and just senselessly fuck you then and there. 

Either no one noticed or no one dared to stop the famous Oikawa Toru.

Warning: public orgasm (I have a problem okay), minor dirty talk

Kuroo could be one of the most conniving pieces of shit and that was something you absolutely loved about him. He was always teasing you in public, getting you going so that you’d pull him into some dark corner just to satisfy your needs. Would he oblige you or simply let you suffer until later? It entirely depended on how generous he was feeling that day. 

Today was the former, and the entire time in the dark movie theater he had been conspiring to find a way to get you off. First his hand started on your knee, then slowly crept up your thigh, squeezing at optimal points in the film (typically during the steamier scenes). He didn’t particularly like romance films, which made it easier to focus on you instead. 

The first indication that he was getting to you was the tiniest of mewls that came from you when his pinky brushed against your clit under your skirt. He knew then and there that he had you. You would quickly turn into putty in his very capable and experienced hands. 

He smoothly leaned over and whispered into your ear a simple suggestion to get onto his lap and watch the movie from there. It didn’t take much convincing, really. It never did. You moved into his lap, sitting on one thigh while continuing to face the movie. He had instructed you to not look away and to not resist. Since when did you ever resist him? 

Kuroo planted his hands firmly on your hips and began to guide them back and forth. Oh, you immediately thought. This was totally different then what you were expecting. Tiny bolts of pleasure ebbed through you as your pussy moved across the rough material of his jeans. Fuck, why did this feel so good? 

He leaned forward to whisper into your ear, “Don’t make a sound, kitten, or they’ll all know what a dirty girl you’re being.” He said before licking the shell of your ear with his cat-like tongue. You shuddered against him, unable to fight as you urged him to move you faster. 

You panted quickly, keeping your eyes and face forward as he began to roughly drag you back and forth while you climbed higher and higher, eventually crashing down as you were swept up with your own pleasure. You had to place a hand over your mouth, thankful that this part of the movie was a little louder than the rest to muffle the moan that you couldn’t stop from coming out of you. 

When you were done, Kuroo leaned you back against his chest, hands lazily around your waist as he planted soft kisses on your neck. He always did love winning and every orgasm was definitely a victory.

Warnings: public orgasm (...again, I know), minor dubcon, voyeurism?

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” Bokuto said rather loudly as you sauntered over to him, “if it isn’t my baby girl!” His owlish grin spread across his face as he reached out to grab your wrist, pulling you into his lap. It was an after party after a pretty close match with Nekoma and the captain was feeling particularly fiery after the win. 

You giggled at him, allowing him to cuddle you for a moment. His face buried into your neck, inhaling your sweet perfume as he wrapped his arms around your waist in a close hug. He was always extremely affectionate after a good game, and if Fukurodani won...well it was game on in an entirely different way. 

Bokuto’s knee bounced rhythmically and naturally you were forced to bounce along with it. Your legs shifted so you were straddling his perfect thigh and you couldn’t help the small moan that came after he hit your clit at a particularly electrifying angle. “Oh yeah?” He asked, a sly look crossing his face. “You like that, huh?” 

“Bokuto,” You said in a threatening tone, knowing that you didn’t want to do something like this out in the open where anyone could see you. And by the look on his face, that is exactly what he was thinking about doing. However you could rarely stop him when he got started on a new and improved way of getting you off. 

His hands shifted to your hips and guided them to move in rhythm with his bouncing thigh. The quick small jerks of his thigh, the friction against your clit, it just felt so incredibly good that you couldn’t help but give in. 

To keep your moans muffled you chose to kiss him, squeezing his shoulders for support as he stopped moving your hips. You had already taken over, choosing your own pace to go at that would make you hit your peak in no time. 

Akaashi and the other teammates, noticing what was going on, watched curiously until they were sure you had had an orgasm. Akaashi gave the other three a knowing nod and they started cheering for their captain. Bokuto looked back at them with the biggest grin they had ever seen.

Warnings: Public orgasm, possessiveness, jealousy, D/s dynamic?

With Ushijima, PDA was always a hard pass. He wasn’t very affectionate outside of your private lives, and you had come to terms with that. It didn’t mean he wasn’t an excellent and attentive lover when he wanted to be. Sometimes though it would have been nice to be able to show off that you were dating such a powerhouse of a player. 

You had managed to drag him to a party celebrating Shiratorizawa’s victory in a recent regional tournament. You knew he needed to de-stress, it was always so obvious to you and getting him to relax could sometimes be a nightmare. 

Shortly after you arrived, he mentioned he was going to go tell Satori something about the last game and for you to go dance. Ushijima wasn’t much of a dancer himself but boy did he love watching you move your hips to the music. 

What he hadn’t expected when he came back from speaking with his teammate was the sight of another man trying to grind against your ass. Obviously you weren’t paying him no mind, trying to slip from his grasp time and time again. 

Ushijima wasn’t affectionate, no. But he was possessive. Anyone dares put their hands on you in his sight was bound to regret it and tonight was no different. He quickly marched over to you and pulled you into his broad chest. You looked up at him with a knowing smile. On a normal night Ushijima would never dance with you. But add a spark of jealousy and he’d do just about anything. 

You moved your body against his, enjoying the closeness as his leg slipped between yours. It may have been an accident or it may have been on purpose. You weren’t entirely sure. Either way, you take it upon yourself to begin to grind against his large thigh, eyes glossing over at the delicious feeling of arousal. 

He glanced down at you before returning to staring down the man that had been attempting to dance with you, seemingly paying more attention to the advisory than his own girlfriend. That was fine, you were now enjoying yourself plenty by thrusting your hips with the beat, his hands on your ass. Once it hit him what you were doing, pleasuring yourself by the use of his limb, he leaned down and whispered threateningly into your ear. “If you cum now, you’ll pay for it later.” 

It was a very valid threat, you knew that fair and well. That didn’t stop you from releasing your hold on your orgasm, allowing you to come undone in his arms all at once. Ushijima immediately wrenched you from him before grabbing your wrist in a bruising grip with an absolutely murderous look on his face. You were too busy basking in the afterglow to even care for whatever punishment he had in mind as he dragged you to a private room.

Warnings: minor dubcon, light dirty talk at the end

Honestly you only started dating Yuuji because he wouldn’t leave you the hell alone until you gave him your number. And then he simply harassed you until you said yes to a date. However, after that first date he showed how much fun and playful he could be and you totally fell for the idiot albeit reluctantly. 

He is always finding new ways to explore sex with you. Anything to make it even more fun than it already is. The idea was totally his because you were always squeezing his thighs or playing with the hem of his shorts because you just couldn’t keep your hands to yourself when you were with the giant loud ball of energy. 

The first time he decides to branch out and try this, you’re both on his couch watching a professional match. Your fingers are teasing his skin, fiddling with his pants as usual when he guides you into his lap so that your leg is between is. 

You give him a quizzical look and he just has that face that tells you that he’s about to make you cum whether you like or not (spoiler alert: you always like it). He puts his hands on either side of your hips and forces them to rut against his leg, causing you to shudder with delight. 

You take the hint quickly and begin moving at your own pace, finding a particularly wonderful angle that gave your clit the right amount of stimulation. “Fuck, baby, look at you getting off to my thigh.” Yuuji says with that shit eating grin. He always took pride in discovering something new for you to enjoy. He clicked the stud of his tongue ring against his teeth, something he tended to do when he was particularly excited. 

“F-Fuck,” You whimpered as you came on his leg, now wet with your slick. Yuuji was grinning madly, eyes sparkling with joy. 

“Yahoo, baby! You came all over my thigh, how did that feel? Bet you’d feel even better with my cock buried in you-”

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Tag List: @dabi-hates-fish​, @rivendell101​, @honeytama​, @lovelusional​, @gallickingun​ (didn’t include people who asked me to tag everything because I wasn’t sure if they wanted to be tagged in hq stuff!)

[gojology]

— Gojo and Nanami | Their Insecurities

pairing : insecure gojo x gender neutral reader, insecure nanami x gender neutral reader warnings : unedited, probably some misspellings, maybe some cursing, i probably dont make sense at all wordcount : 1703 a/n : this is so bad dear god please forgive me for deeming this as content

GOJO SATORU ‧₊˚✩彡.

☆ Gojo’s insecure about his lack of bodyhair. His lack of facial hair and arm hair worries him. Being babyfaced wasn’t something positive in his eyes- no, he wishes he was physically more masculine.

   Your eyes meet his, the sun rays bathing both of you in an orange filtered light. His mouth is slightly opened, skin flush to the touch. After a night of intimacy, your ready for another round, pushing your palm towards his forehead. “Good morning, Satoru.” you say, voice slightly wavering even in the most private presence, without the formalities and what not, he’s surprisingly normal, and it’s taken you a bit to adjust to that. He’s warm, but it’s the good kind of warm, and it shows on his silly, dopey smile.

    You guess it wasn’t the time for more sex, so you resist your urges, directing the energy to something else.

    Gradually, your palms find themselves on his cheeks, and you pinch them slightly, giving him a look you hope is loving- because you really do mean it. Your rest assured, as the curve to his swollen lips grew even wider. The sounds of bird chirped as your fingers danced across his jawline, finally at your final stop, his chin. 

    You tip his chin up, and sure enough, hickeys are adorning his neck. A feeling of joy and honor fills you for a brief second, you were the one that was allowed to see him vulnerable, given the pass into his locked up heart. He finally breaks the silence between the two of you, pushing away your slack hand delicately. 

    It’s peculiar, there’s a tremble to his lips, like he’s scared, or about to burst into a fit of tears. You think it should be the other way around, but here you were, arms held close to your chest, looking at him with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation, bated breath preventing you from questioning the sudden change in tone. 

    “Hey, um, Y/N, weird ass question, but, am I hairy? Like, wooly mammoth hairy?” 

    You can’t tell if it’s sarcasm or not.

    Trying not to make a face, you shrug your shoulders. “Well, I mean, not really. You’re actually pretty nonhairy, in terms of uh... The average-” you pause, realizing how drastically his face fell. “-But I do like non-hairy guys! Who would wanna date a wooly mammoth anyways? Hey, baby..” you coo, giving him a tiny peck on the cheek, fluttering your eyelashes.     “What’s this about? Hey, you know, you can just be straightforward with me, I don’t mind.” 

    He doesn’t take a moment of hesitation, exasperatedly blurting out, “Does my lack of.. Hair, bother you?” but it seems he regrets it, your cheeks puffing up, stifling a giggle. Yet, he maintains the bone-chilling eye contact, his eyes are as vivid as ever, so blue it looked like the entrance to heaven. Your immediately lulled, whatever he was going to say was definitely urgent.

    “W-What? Are you being serious?” covering your mouth, your voice is muffled, but his face looks absolutely terrified, and you relish in how funny he looked. It wasn’t everyday that he was genuinely frightened, well, maybe he didn’t show it often.    “Of course not! Why would I be even remotely worried about bodyhair when I have something way more eye-catching in front of me?”

    The shock turns into a sheepish smile, returning for a second time, your heart melting instantly. He takes a long, deep breath, exhaling the tension away, tugging at the covers to go over his chest. You hadn’t realized that he had stolen more than half of the blanket for himself, but you don’t make a fuss about it. 

    For all the weight he carried on his sagging shoulders, you’re sure the warmth is appreciated. 

NANAMI KENTO ‧₊˚✩彡.

☆ Nanami thinks he’s a boring person, through and through. Outside of work, he doesn’t see why anyone would want him. Some days, he wonders if he should pick up on Gojo’s personality, telling jokes and being sarcastic and what not.

   The fine, white porcelain Nanami had gifted you was beautiful, to say the least. Nanami frequently shone it until it glimmered in the light, wiping any smudge or speck of dirt that dared to get on his beloved tea set that he gifted to you a few months prior. Gold trim, alongside depictions of birds fluttering about, and your favorite flowers. It’s perfect for you, and that’s why he had gotten it. His eyes had instantly brightened, picturing your beaming face as you served the two of you some tea.

   But he wonders, would you be happier if he perhaps gifted you something more up to date in comparison to the porcelain? He had enough money to buy you the world, bags, jewelry, he’d often used to hear stories of his co-workers giving their wives expensive, well, anything, and they’d be over the moon. A sudden realization grew inside of him at the thought of this:    

   Was he too out-of-date?    

   The thought went rampant in his usually collected mind, twisting and turning at night, only the sound of you, deep in sleep, could calm the troubled man down. As a consequence to his overthinking, he got little to no rest, and if he got little to no rest, his eyebags would turn their ugly, sneering faces in his direction.

     And so, as he’s baking tea cakes to go along with the afternoon tea the two of you would routinely drink, he’s going deep into depth of himself. He’s a good worker, good at...

     What was he good at? Aside from work, he can’t see why he’d be of use. Nanami acknowledges he’s stoic, which may be good in some cases, but often, everyone runs away from him because he appears as scary with those cold, calculating eyes. As opposed to Gojo, everyone enjoyed how lenient of a teacher he was. Well, Nanami isn’t sure on that, maybe aside from Megumi, Nobara, and Yuuji, everyone hated that. Regardless, him and Gojo don’t share something in common.

     Gojo has humor, and he doesn’t. 

     So why did you like him? 

     Nanami’s subconsciously drumming his long, bony fingers against the counter, eyes studying the ceiling like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. Steadily, an acrid smell completely overwhelmed your senses- now, you’re hacking into your arm, and finally, Nanami comes back to Earth. 

     He blinks a few times, like he’s drinking in his surroundings, before he realizes the tea cakes are completely burning into a crisp.

Now, he’s on heightened alert, yanking open the handle to the oven and fanning out the flames with a random oven mitt he had hastily grabbed for. Beads of sweat are developing on his skin, before finally, you rush in, still hacking up a storm with a large pot of freezing water in your shaking hands.

     Nanami curses himself for ever appearing as informal, but then he remembers he’s infront of his significant other, he didn’t have to put on an act. His face relaxes, and he opens his mouth to speak, to apologize, but he’s paused- by you. You raise your palm up at him, the other hand opening up a window looking over the garden.

      “Nana.” he freezes completely, the affectionate nickname was specially reserved for confrontations like this. You spoke softly, which, for some reason, was significantly worse than you screaming into his ear. Your eyes follow suit, staring at his collar, loosening his tie. He winces, but Nanami’s not sure why he does. You had touched him millions of times, so why was it now that he didn’t accept it?

     “Yes, my love?” he finally breathes out, wrapping a strong, gentle arm around your waist just loosely. You place your thumb just below his lower lip, your index finger rubbing his plush lips all at the same time. The exchange is purely affectionate, yet, he’s still tense. 

    “What has gotten into you?” you murmur. 

    “I- Nothing, darling, I’ll bake another-” 

    “No.” is all you say before you grab him by the chin, unwavering. Usually, those piercing eyes of his are emotionless, something shocking. The eyes are the gateway to the soul, so why is it that it’s blocked off? But you guess it wasn’t the case here, he stared back with the same level of intensity, fear and peculiarity. You stay in that position for a little, savoring just how much you must mean to him, it wasn’t everyday he was vulnerable and let you inside.      Your breathing is heavy, eyelids heavy as well due to his routinely ruckus every night, but you’re determined to erase any trace there was left of that.       You kiss him. It’s sloppy, yet chaste. A fight for dominance usually occurs between the two of you, and almost routinely, Nanami wins, but this time, he lets you do the work. 

   Your lips never once trail away from his own. Heavy breathing through nostrils, hands roaming where it shouldn’t at such an early time, but who gave a fuck about the rules? It wasn’t a workplace, and you’d never let it be one. He clings onto your figure, you savor his muscular physique. Not once do his hands not roam, your flesh was his, and his was yours. 

    Finally, you pull away, heat rising to your cheeks, tears are beginning to dawn on your glassy eyes. “I’ve listened to you roll around in bed every night, mumbling shit about how you don’t see why I’d want you. You better donate your eyes and brain to charity right now.” 

   This wasn’t the reaction, or beatdown he was expecting. He flinches at the vivid image he got of you gouging out his eyeballs. “...Why must I do that? 

   “Because, you don’t use them, obviously. If you took a fucking second of your life to look deeper into your personality below the surface level, you’d see how fucking amazing you are and I love you for that.” 

   Shaking your head furiously, you shush him up yet again when he finally decides to speak up, tears are beginning to spill down your cheeks. “Shut up, Nana. Shut. Up.” pulling him in for another kiss, your hands grabbing at his shoulder like he was going to let go. 

   But he never did. 

[costellos]

❥ ┋ ❝ gojo, itadori, yuta, mai, & the things that make them flustered!

anonymous said: For the Valentine's event may I have blush with Yuuji, Gojo, Yuuta and Mai please? Thank you!

a/n: THIS IS SUCH A POWERFUL LINE UP... omg. thank you, nonnie. there isn’t enough love for Yuta or Mai, so I hope you have as much fun reading this piece as I did writing it! enjooooy.

tw: none.

ask game: 💌 15 valentine’s day questions (closed!)

disclaimer: I’m anime-only outside of the prequel, so apologies if my character interpretations aren’t accurate.

gojo satoru.

Gojo gets flustered when you lean your head against his chest.

teaching isn’t the profession he thought he’d find himself in. after all, he’s the most powerful jujutsu sorcerer of his generation. his fame is akin to a rock star’s in this profession. he could be anything he wanted to be. and yet, here he is, at his alma mater mentoring a bunch of teenagers.

it’s not like he minds. he chose this career path. improving the jujutsu world starts with the next generation. and besides, while his students might be a crowd of snot-nosed kids, he’d be lying if he said he doesn’t like being relied on.

and that doesn’t just go for the students — that goes for you, too. he tries to make himself available to the kids and you. he’s not just a mentor, he’s someone you can always come to at the end of the day. he’s the person you know will be there for you, arms open, dumb joke on the backburner.

when you come back home after a grueling mission, breathless and sore, he knows not to say anything. he expects you to clean up and go to bed. instead, you wordlessly approach him and place your head on his chest. no grand gesture. no crocodile tears. just silence and your head on him. and Gojo’s heart explodes. it takes him a moment to process it. normally you push your feelings aside during missions like these. but you’re finally opening up to him, relying on him in the smallest way. it’s not much, but it’s enough to make Gojo swallow hard. ↳ “hey... what’s going on? everything okay?”

itadori yuji.

Itadori gets flustered when you blow hot air into his hands.

it’s been unbearably cold lately. maybe it’s because it’s the middle of February or maybe it’s because it’s his first winter in Tokyo, but nothing could’ve prepared Itadori for how quickly his fingers freeze. he gave up on trying to wear gloves. nothing could properly protect his hands.

his chattering teeth combined with the bitingly cold air at this bus stop are evidence enough that he’s freezing. so you tell him to give you his hands. he’s confused, for sure, but he relents. he trusts you enough to know you wouldn’t do anything weird. besides, you probably just want to hold them.

but because your gloves are wet from the snow around you, Itadori lets out a soft hiss. it makes his skin feel even number than before, if that was even possible. you say a hurried apology and shield his hands as best as you can, cupping them in your own. before Itadori can ask what this is about, you take a deep inhale, and... what. oh? you huff hot air into his palms. is... is this your attempt at keeping him warm?

Itadori blinks. then he blinks two more times. your huffs don’t do anything to help bring warmth to his skin, but. your attempt has his heart pounding a million beats a minute. that alone is enough to bring feeling back to his fingertips. it’s such a sweet and dumb and you way of trying to take care of him. and while your breaths don’t help his hands, his face suddenly feels much warmer. ↳ “[N-Name]! ahaha...! s-stop that tickles!! no, wait, I didn’t mean to literally stop—”

okkotsu yuta.

Yuta gets flustered when you hold his hand.

to be honest, most things you do for Yuta make him flustered. he would turn away, blush on his cheeks, anytime you’d so much as look at him. and when you approached him directly, he could never seem to make direct eye contact with you. he still finds his face warm whenever you give him the time of day, even after a month of dating.

can you blame him? he finds everything about you so wonderful. you’re so patient with him. you guide him through proper form and new cursed techniques. you aren’t just his partner, but a trusted companion whom he would do anything for.

he doesn’t know why you asked him out. there are so many more capable people across the city you could be with. hell, Inumaki is handsome enough. but... that’s a thought Yuta tries to keep out of his head. you’re with him and that’s what matters. for all that he is, he’s yours and he’s happy with that.

even still, he gets this big lump in his throat every time you lace your fingers with his. a wave of anxiety floods his system — can you feel how clammy his palms are? — and he wonders if this is another thing he could fuck up. but then you rub your thumb along his hand and the tide passes over. his shoulders relax. he’s smiling. and if he looks over at you, he can see that you’re smiling, too. ↳ “I... really enjoy our time together, [Name]... ah, was that too cheesy?”

zenin mai.

Mai gets flustered when you fix her lip gloss.

like Yuta, most things you do for Mai make her flustered. she would never admit it, though. she’s far too proud to say that your compliments still giver her butterflies. well. at least say verbally. physically, she turns away and tells you to knock it off, her hand over her mouth in a poor attempt to hide her grin.

the thing is, though: Mai hides her smile a lot around you. it’s not that she’s particularly self-conscious about it. it’s just that when you have the weight of your family’s reputation laying on your shoulders, you grow accustomed to the persona you take on. hence, she presents herself as more intimidating than she means to, even around you.

it’s not that she wants to. hell, she wishes she could show more of her true self around you. she despises the person she’s grown into. she doesn’t know what you find so lovable about who she is. yet you’re still here, and... that says enough for her. so she’ll try to be more honest with you.

that opportunity presents itself while on a date. she’d just returned from the bathroom to fix her makeup when your eyes widen. before she can ask what the look’s for, you take your thumb and swipe the bottom of her lip, fixing a rogue droplet of lip gloss. on instinct, her hand rises up to cover her sheepish grin, but she catches herself. she lets you see her face. and while it’s all sorts of pink, it’s still very much Zenin Mai, the girl you fell in love with. ↳ “th... thanks... it, um... would’ve been embarrassing if anyone’d seen that...”

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hi, hi, hello!!! i love, love, love the way you write and portray the jjk characters—i've read all of them and they're so good xiejdbbdhd (i've recently made a new writing blog and one of the people i'm studying closely to help improve is you— like pls spare some talent 🤲)—i know you're probably swamped with other requests, so if you don't want to do this, please feel free to ignore!! i've seen a lot of people headcanon megumi liking a chubby s/o, but not much of anyone else, so may i have some hcs of yuuji and toge with one?? (+ you might also add some for sukuna in yuuji's part too if you want). thank you!! 💖

oh my goodness hi!!! that is the most flattering thing anyone’s ever said to me; i am so, so incredibly honored oh my goodness. thank you so much for your words on god imma cry. and yes, you absolutely may! i really hope you like these, i love you mwah <3

also, only if you’re comfortable with it, dm the url to your blog!! i’d love to see and read your works, mwah <333

itadori yuuji

okay omg i saw this panel from the manga on instagram once of yuuji being asked who he’d date from his class or something, and he pointed out this chubby girl and he was talking about her personality and how cool she is and i genuinely believe that really is yuuji’s perception towards his s/o

like yeah he says he wants to date a girl that looks like jennifer lawrence but when it really goes down to it, yuuji does not care what his s/o looks like

if anything, i think yuuji would be more into curvier or chubbier people, idk why but i see it so perfectly well? he seems like such a cuddly person and his excuse would 100% be something like “you’re just so. soft. and nice to cuddle with.” like he absolutely adores cuddling with his s/o, and this isn’t just because of his general touchy personality. 

the same way he likes cuddling, he absolutely loves hugs. they’re like the perfect preview of cuddling. absolutely the type to just barricade towards you when you’re at a distance and leap at you when he finally comes close to you. it does not matter if you end up on the ground with him on top of you. the strongest he runs at you, the more he loves you

yuuji’s crazy strong, and we’ve already established that, so he’d definitely be the boyfriend that picks you up, carries you around, lets you sleep on him, and if you ever mention anything about being too heavy for him, he just holds you tighter against him and says you feel like a feather against him and to shut up he wants to cuddle rn shhhh

he also definitely pushes you out of your comfort zone to wear a certain clothes or specific clothes that you really like. he’s super encouraging, especially because he doesn’t say things like “it looks good for a big person” he just starts frothing at the mouth at how good it is, period

loves to share clothes with you. he’ll give you his hoodies, and he’ll steal yours. might as well exchange closets at this rate

if you’re feeling particularly insecure, and you don’t really wanna go out or anything like that, he understands and won’t force you to leave the house, but he will definitely spend the entire day trying to make you feel better and won’t let you wallow in pity for a minute. absolutely strips you and him to your underwear and just dances with you until you’re both out of breath

ryomen sukuna; i really think he doesn’t care either. probably prefers it if a woman is more plump cause to him it’s just a sign of healthiness i guess? he just trynna fuck rip. but yes, that would probably be his way of eliminating your insecurity. like oh you don’t think you’re worthy? here’s some body worship and praise <3 also is the type to encourage you by belittling your insecurities? does that make sense? like just scoffs at you when you stand in front of a mirror and pick at yourself because why would you think like this of yourself? why would he be with you if he thought that way of you, you know? all this is weirdly motivating like he’s so dismissive of it all that you kinda forget it, or just don’t understand why you ever considered it. king of reverse psychology lol

inumaki toge

now i think toge would be more of a “this person’s looks captured my attention” and then “damn their personality makes them a thousand times more attractive” but not in an objectifying way, you know? and it’s definitely not in a societal norm or standard of beauty. it’s just what he finds beautiful or attractive 

he doesn’t have a preference when it comes to looks, he just wants to be attracted to the person to want to get to know them, you get me? if you happen to be chubby, that doesn’t matter in the least to him. he’ll deadpan like “does being chubby not make you pretty like????”

toge’s not necessarily the cuddliest person on earth, but he would be lying if he said he doesn’t absolutely melt the moment he falls into your arms. he just loses his mind. you feel so soft and snuggly he’s in heaven

he’s a very soft lover. while yuuji’s louder in his actions that you’re overwhelmed and bursting at the seams, toge’s calmer. he makes you feel loved in that you wake up to see him tracing your figure calmly, caressing your body and skin softly, admiring every curve and every stretch mark.

speaking of stretch marks, he definitely did that thing where he grabbed a gold marker and lined all your stretch marks with glittery gold, and then proceeded to kiss all over them

he does that a lot. kiss your skin, i mean, especially if you’re feeling a little insecure, or even if he just wants to. loves to settle by your side and kiss all along your body, leaving you so flustered and with your chest bursting with love

if you want to try a certain style but are a little nervous to, toge would dress in that same style with you. yeah, it’s not exactly the same, but it’s a lot more encouraging than one would imagine, honestly, especially if it’s a really different style than what’s considered normal or basic

he really doesn’t care if you’re on the chubbier side, because at the end of the day, he found you and all of you attractive, and your personality’s golden, so why wouldn’t he stay? 

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Hurting their best friend/crush w/ Oikawa and Terushima

Request: Oikawa and Terushima the playboy squad y’know, hurting their female best friend and manager with whom they have been in love with for the longest time but are too afraid to make a move. It ends in fluff of course but like maybe their friends are like you messed up man and its a really big fight. thank you. - anonymous 

Playboy squad indeed. I feel like all three of them but mostly Oikawa got their hearts obliterated and that’s why they have adopted that fuckboy persona. These boys just need some real love even though one of them is a rat. Love ya.💖💖💖

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warnings: angst to fluff, some cursing

Oikawa Tooru

-It had  been a hard week. 

-Actually a hard year. 

-Oikawa was focused almost solely on volleyball, over doing it many times while you were studying like a maniac.

-Being their manager helped you loosen up.

-Plus it gave you the chance to be with your friend group.

-You had noticed how Oikawa seemed to brush off many of your attempts to hang out, sometimes giving you an excuse to why he couldn’t make while other times ditching you. 

-He hadn’t ditched you many times but it still hurt.

-Knowing that your best friend forgot almost completely of your existence. 

-You had drifted apart the last few months and the only one who noticed apart from you was Iwaizumi. 

-He had seen how he wouldn’t find Oikawa beside you when he came to your lunch table or how you weren’t Oikawa’s first call anymore after a game. 

-It bothered him too. 

-Seeing his two best friends separate like that.

-And Iwa knew you tried to prevent it, he gave you advice on the matter as well.

 -But Oikawa seemed oblivious to the gap that was forming and kept on ignoring you, more and more as time went on. 

-The final straw came when he wouldn’t answer your calls one Saturday evening. 

-It was one of those rare occasions when he had agreed to spend some one on one time with you and you were really excited. 

-You hadn’t seen your best friend for weeks, apart from some small conversations during practice.

-You had been waiting for an hour, the movie you had picked already had started and was now in the second act. 

-If this had happened a few months ago you would have let it slide, made a comment in your group chat and leave it at that but not this time. 

-He had ditched you one too many times and you were sick of it. 

-Making your way to the gym, you were taken aback by the lack of sound coming from inside. 

-You expected to be met with the sound of balls slamming on the opposite wall but nothing, the slamming was replaced by female giggles and a really familiar voice.

-Opening the door slightly you found your best friend being pinned to the court’s floor by one of his fans, her giggles bouncing off the walls as she kissed him. 

-Without a word you left, letting the door slam shut behind you as you walked out of school grounds and straight home. 

-It hurt like hell and you weren’t able to get that image of him pinned to the floor out of your head for the rest of the weekend. 

-He had texted you apologizing for missing your movie night, saying he was practicing late and he got carried away. 

-You answered with a simple okay and didn’t speak to him after that.

-You kept your distance at school, simultaneously avoiding Iwa who knew that Oikawa had done something.

-Volleyball practice was your neutral ground, the only place where you chatted with everyone but still gave him small curt answers. 

-Iwa had had enough of all this so he cornered Oikawa after practice as they were walking home alone, without your normal bubbly presence with them. 

“What the hell did you do to Y/N, Shittykawa?”

“What do you mean? I’m completely innocent.”

“She has been avoiding you like the plague all week and you haven’t even noticed? What the hell happened last Saturday?”

“I didn’t see her...”

“You missed it? Again?”

“It wasn’t my fault! Yui-chan found me at the gym and she kinda jumped on me.”

“You know what’s funny Oikawa? The fact that you claim you love her.”

-That’s why he’s now trying to coax you to open your bedroom door.

- “I’m studying Oikawa leave me alone.”

-His last name leaving your lips hurt, a lot. 

-He had always been Tooru to you or even Shittykawa. 

- “Y/N please, I’m sorry for Saturday I’ll make it up to you!”

-You opened that door then, rage burning in your eyes as you met Oikawa’s pleading face.

 - “Now you care? You have some fucking nerve coming here and giving me some half-assed apology after you ditched me for some chick last Saturday. I don’t need your apologies as much as you don’t need me. So do me the favor and get out of my house.”

-Tooru just stared at you, your words twisting the dagger in his heart. 

-He messed up, he messed up big time. 

- “You saw me with Yui...”

-You were fighting back tears as you looked at him, the sight of your underclassman hovering over him flashing behind your eyelids as you closed your eyes. 

- “Y/N she means nothing I swear, it was nothing, she came at me I-”

- “Why w-would I care what she meant? W-why would I-I care with w-who you make out with?”

- “I care what you think of me!”

-You were full on crying at this point, Tooru shedding his own tears as his fears started clawing their way up his throat. 

-He was losing you.

- “I care what you think of me because I love you. I care what image I create in your pretty mind because I hope that maybe at some point you will look at me in a different light. What I did last Saturday was fucked up and there are no excuses but I’m sorry, I truly am. Please Y/N. I can’t- I can’t lose you. Please....” 

-You wanted to hold onto your anger longer, wanted to truly stay mad at him for more because at the end of the day he deserved it but you couldn’t. 

-You launched yourself into his arms, burying your face in his chest as your sobs became louder. 

-He held you there until your tears ran dry, his arms tight around you as if he was afraid you would slip through his fingers at any moment. 

Terushima Yuuji

-You knew him from middle school. 

-Before the piercings. 

-Before the dyed hair. 

-Before the douchebag attitude. 

-And before the ocean of girls coming and going in his life. 

-It affected your friendship but you managed to survive it. 

-Some girls were just too crazy and possessive, harassing you to leave him alone and that he was theirs.

-Terushima always gave them a glare and a cold “we’re done” before proceeding to hang out with you non stop for a week straight. 

-It was your bro code that no matter what, a relationship would not change who you were to each other. 

-That no one would get in between your friendship. 

-Lucky for you, your love for Yuuji pushed away any potential boyfriends that came waltzing into your life. 

-You are attractive, smart and cute plus you’re funny so many boys tried to go out with you, but you being in love with your best friend prevented you from reciprocating their feelings. 

-Yuuji however changed girlfriends every two days and you were there to witness everything. 

-He came barging in your room every Tuesday and Friday to talk about the new girl that threw herself at him or about the hook up he had during the weekend.

-It hurt you seeing him with others but his short relationships gave you hope that he hadn’t fallen in love yet and that you still had a chance. 

-Then she came. 

-She was a year younger than the two of you and she was the only one that lasted for longer than a week. 

-She knew you two were close and whenever you tagged along with them she was seething with anger. 

-She became territorial to the point that Yuuji should tell her to calm down.

-But he wouldn’t and that let to multiple fights and in the end you two stopped talking to each other. 

-The last straw was during one of his games. 

-You are the manager so you are down at the court with them. 

-Terushima hit the ground really hard after he tried to save the ball and he hurt his shoulder.

 -He was escorted to the bench where you put some ice on his slightly swollen shoulder and wiped away some sweat from his forehead.

-He may have acted like a douche to you but he was still your best friend and you loved him so you couldn’t be cold to him for too long.  

-His girl lost her shit. 

-After the game she started yelling at you and calling you a ‘home-wrecker’ and ‘man-stealer’ along with some really offensive stuff. 

-You were putting her in her place when Yuuji came out and saw the whole scene. 

-She immediately ran to him spewing nonsense and lies about how you came at her for no reason. 

-The face of pure shock and disbelief on your face was enough for Terushima to understand that she was lying. 

-All those other times his ‘girl’ said or acted like a bitch to you came crashing down he was hit by a train of realization. 

-He suddenly was aware of your fight and the possibility of losing you, so he finally acted. 

- “I don’t know what happened but don’t talk about Y/N like that.” 

-She looked so offended for a second before snapping....literally. 

- “You defend her over me? Your girlfriend? She is nothing but a sad little girl who wants to steal you away from me! And you’re encouraging her! She’ll start believing she has a chance with you!!!”

-He just let out a growl and pushed past her wrapping an arm around your waist and bringing you into a hug. 

- “Maybe she does.”

-The both of you left the gym and went to blow off some steam at the water fountains.

-After your exchanged apologies you started to mess around throwing playful jabs.

- “Did you mean it? What you said to her.”

- “You mean about us? If you want it to be true than yeah if you don’t then just ignore it.”

-You leaped into his arms squeezing the life out of him as your voice came out in a muffled jumble of words “I want it to be true.”

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BREAKING IN ~|~ FUSHIGURO TOJI X FEM!READER

Summary: Your business partner and you are celebrating the end of a difficult project. Lucky you. 

Content Warning: nsfw, smut, fwb situation, FEM!READER established "relationship", dilf!Toji, face fucking, slight degradation, face slapping (just once) (if I forgot any let me know)

Note: Big thank you to Moni and @shokami for being my guinea pigs on this one. 

Word Count: 5.1k

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There were few things Toji liked about traveling for work. He liked seeing new places. He hated long plane rides. Hotels were nice, but sleeping on the mattresses for too long wreaked havoc on his back. He enjoyed making new business connections. Most importantly, however, he hated leaving his kids for long periods.

They were on his mind now, as he checked his phone periodically through the business party he was attending, celebrating the completion of another building Fushiguro Design Group had planned and engineered, this time in New York City. It was almost time for them to go to school in Tokyo, usually one of them called before they left so he knew they were up. His finger paused over the home phone contact for a moment before he put it away with a sigh. Megumi and Tsumiki were both teenagers now, almost in high school. They didn’t need him hovering all the time.

“Congratulations on another success, Mr. Fushiguro.” One of the executives of the company who contracted the firm came up to shake his hand. “You really outdid yourself this time.”

“It was a group effort.” His eyes searched the room, hoping to find a distraction to get him out of this conversation before he put his foot in his mouth. He didn’t deal with clients, he had employees who did that. He wasn’t great at curtailing his frustrations when in conversation. Especially with this client, who changed their design at least four times, which meant he had to redo all the math. Four times.

Luckily, his distraction came just a few seconds later as his phone began to ring. Looking at the caller ID, he felt a wave of relief seeing his home phone number. At least that meant one of the kids was up. He wasn’t counting on Gojou.

“Please excuse me.” Toji stepped away and walked out onto the balcony just off the ballroom, closing the door securely behind him before answering.

“DAD!” He held the phone away from his ear just slightly when Tsumiki yelled even before he said hello. He brought it back to his ear once he was sure his eardrum wouldn’t be ruptured.

“Good morning to you too, princess.” He answered sarcastically. “How are you? Getting ready for school?”

“Megumi stole my notebook again!”

“I did NOT!” Toji heard Megumi yell in the background.

“It had my homework in it! If I don’t get it back, the teacher is going to dock points!”

“Did you already look in your backpack? Everywhere in your room?”

“No, because Megumi took it!”

“Princess, look in your backpack and your room first. If you can’t find it, have Gojou help you. Now give the phone to Megumi.”

He heard her huff and set the receiver down, yelling for Megumi to get on the phone. A few moments later, the receiver was picked up again. This time, Megumi’s voice. “Hi Dad.”

“I swear to god, Megumi, if you have her notebook and you’re lying about it just to bother her—” Toji warned.

“I’m NOT!” He yelled again. “I was over at Yuuji’s house last night anyway, why would I need her homework when we did ours together?”

“Why weren’t you home last night?” Toji’s eyes narrowed even though his son couldn’t see him. “It’s a school night.”

“Yuuji and I were working on homework. Plus his neighbor made sweets. She sent some home with me. I’ll save you some. Are you coming home soon?” His tone was hopeful. It made Toji’s chest hurt. He missed his family.

“I’m going to be on the first flight back tomorrow morning, I promise.” Toji told him. “Are you ready for school?”

“Not yet. I can’t find my slacks.”

“Look on the right side of your closet, they’re probably in there. Where’s Gojou? Can you put him on the phone?”

“I think he’s still sleeping.” The phone was set down again, and Toji had to wait what felt like forever until he finally heard Gojou grumbling on the other end of the line.

“G’morning sunshine.” He yawned. “What’s up?”

“Are you aware the kids are ready to tear each other’s throats out?” Toji frowned. “And why are you still sleeping? They’re almost ready to leave for school.”

“Kento was on the phone late last night freaking out, I had to calm him down.” Gojou stifled a yawn again. “I made sure they have their breakfast and their school stuff is ready.”

“Tsumiki’s missing her notebook.”

“It was in the living room last I saw, I’ll make sure one of the dogs didn’t take it.”

“I KNEW IT!” Tsumiki screeched in the background.

“Shit, I have to go, Toji. Call later.”

The line went dead before Toji could ask any questions. He looked down at his lock screen with a frown, debating on calling back but ultimately deciding against it while he put his phone away. He would call later once both kids were at school, and keep an eye out for breaking news of fratricide in Tokyo.

He looked to the balcony doors when they opened, relaxing slightly when he saw his preferred distraction walking out with two drinks in hand. 

You closed the door behind you before walking up to him, holding out his favorite, an Old Fashioned. “I thought I’d find you out here.”

He took the proffered drink and downed it in one gulp while you sipped your Gibson carefully. “Am I that predictable?”

“When it comes to these kinds of parties, yes. Either you were about to lose your temper and needed a breather, or you had to take a call.” You answered. “Problems at home?”

Toji shook his head. “Just wish we were back.”

“It’s been a month. I can’t wait to get back to Tokyo. No matter what anyone says, no one can beat Tokyo ramen.” You leaned your elbows on the balcony railing. He leaned next to you, copying your pose while you both looked over the glittering New York skyline in silence.

“Why don’t we focus on projects at home for a while?” You offered. “Or in Japan, at least. That way we wouldn’t have to be gone for too long, you’d still be able to go home at night.”

“We have some pretty big clients lined up in Dubai and Europe. I don’t think they’d want to wait until we felt like traveling again.”

“You’re the boss. If you don’t want to go, you don’t have to.” You reminded him with a smile. “I can take someone else with me, then send the specs once we’re done. I’ll even let you pick your stand-in.”

“I’ll pick my stand-in whether you like them or not.” He smirked before continuing. “I’m the boss.”

You rolled your eyes and took another drink. “Just don’t make it fucking Ren. I can’t stand that asswipe.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He promised.

The conversation wasn’t typical between a boss and employee, but you were more than that. You were partners at the firm, Toji was just the one in charge. You’d built the firm together from the ground up, making it the success it was today.

He had come to you, needing an architect for his own firm back when it was only an idea, offering two-hundred million yen out of his personal coffers as an incentive. But it wasn’t the money that had made you say yes. It was the almost maniacal determination in his eyes. He had something to prove, and he would burn the world to the ground to do it.

You learned later his wife had just died a few weeks prior, and it was part of his promise to her on her deathbed that he follow through with his plan of opening his firm. You’d been with him since the beginning, in the early days where you both spent countless sleepless nights completing projects other firms only dared to take on, through the intervention staged by his two closest friends Nanami Kento and Gojou Satoru, as Toji became consumed by his work as a way to suppress his grief, to the point where his son almost didn’t recognize him when he came home. You’d been by his side through the boom of success that befell the firm just a few short years after its founding, along with the money that soon flooded both your pockets, and his second “marriage” to a model he met at a film festival, who promptly disappeared after moving her daughter into his home. He had been surprisingly calm through the whole ordeal, submitting the paperwork to make Tsumiki his own once they were completely certain her mother was never coming back, with a hefty cash incentive and NDA to tie it with a nice bow.

He’d been through a fair amount with you as well, dealing with toxic family that had come out of the woodwork as the company started to increase your wealth, demanding money for so-called “investments” they had made into you by providing basic care until you finally left at fifteen. Through the sudden death of your fiancé, where Toji was the only one who could understand and help you navigate through the unending darkness that consumed your life for almost a year afterwards. He’d ignored some of your questionable choices as you tried to adjust to your new normal, but also was not afraid to step in when necessary if the choices turned destructive. You had thought it was just to protect the interest of the firm, but when he had come to your apartment after a sobbing phone call on the anniversary of your fiancé’s death and held you so you wouldn’t feel so alone, you knew it was because he cared about you.

“Are you ready to go back inside?” You asked after watching the sunset sink below the horizon, breaking you both out of your reflection.

“I’d rather drive an ice pick through my skull.” He admitted. 

You laughed, the sound echoing off the glass windows and empty air around you. “We could always dip.”

“Wouldn’t they be offended, us leaving early?” He turned to face you with one hand on the railing. You ignored the way his suit jacket strained against the hard planes of his chest.

“Mari’s in there, it’ll be fine.” You said, referring to your project manager. “She loves people. She’ll have them eating out of the palm of her hand.”

“If you say so.” He took the empty glass from you, setting it on the railing before taking your hand to thread it through his arm. “Shall we?”

“Lead the way.”

You made a hasty exit from the party, repeating your excuse of an early flight at least a dozen times so no one would hinder your escape. No one bothered to ask follow-up questions. If they had, they might have found out you were flying private back to Tokyo, and the plane could leave whenever you goddamn pleased, obliterating your excuse.

Luckily, the lie held until you were safely in the cab of an elevator, heading up to the floor that held your two hotel rooms. The company had offered the two massive adjacent suites to you both, taking up an entire floor of the newly constructed hotel. Toji probably could have brought his kids if he had wanted, but he didn’t want to pull them out of school for that long. You were happy to have the entire suite to yourself. It meant you didn’t have to listen to neighbors through all hours of the night, and you didn’t have to worry about keeping anyone up when working late at night. 

“The flight leaves at six tomorrow morning.” Toji told you as you stepped off onto your floor. “There’s going to be a car to pick us up an hour before.”

“Did you already send your bags with the service?” You stopped just outside your door, directly across the hall from Toji’s. 

He nodded. “I saw yours were ready, I had them sent as well.”

“Thank you.” You looked behind your shoulder to your door then back at him, his hands in his pockets, watching you like he was expecting you to say something else. He looked downright sinful in his all-black designer suit, his normally straight hair styled back with hair gel but still looking soft to the touch. The watch that cost more than most people’s houses glinted in the warm light of the hallway as he played with his cufflinks, also worth a small fortune. You would know. You bought them. 

He quirked his eyebrow at your examination, almost like a challenge. Damn him. 

“Do you want to come in for a nightcap?”

A slow smile spread across his face. “I thought you would never ask.” 

You smiled back and turned to the door, inserting your keycard to hear the small click of the lock disengaging, slipping inside with him closely following. “We haven’t broken in this one, yet.”

He was on you before you had the chance to slip out of your shoes. Maybe it was the alcohol that gave him a sense of urgency, the sweet bourbon still on his lips as they slid over yours with a practiced ease, or that you had an early flight in the morning and needed as much sleep as possible to prevent jet lag. If it were the latter, this was definitely not the activity to be participating in.

These liaisons only happened on trips, or late nights at the office or your apartment, where there would be no prying eyes. You both didn’t need questions. It was fulfilling a primal desire, one that burned within you even as both your hearts were locked by grief. There was an understanding. You cared for him, and he for you, but not in a romantic way. You were making sure the needs of a friend were met.

The “breaking in” was also a tradition as well, ever since your first major deal had been completed. When the building was finally complete for a major project, you and Toji would sneak off somewhere to do the deed, christening the building like a bottle of champagne before a ship’s maiden voyage. It had started as a joke, a way to release the pent-up stress that resulted from design and construction but eventually became a tradition. As the business grew over the years, you and Toji had christened well over a hundred completed projects with none the wiser. 

You pushed his suit jacket off his shoulders before moving your hands between your fused bodies to start undoing the buttons of his shirt, working quickly in the tight space as Toji didn’t allow you any room to pull away. You struggled to focus while his kisses moved down to your chin and then your neck, licking and sucking the skin with reckless abandon. You let out a breathy moan as he bit your pulse point with a low growl feeling your heartbeat thrum beneath his teeth. Toji pushed your hands away when his shirt was finally on the floor behind him. He grabbed your face between his hands bringing your attention back to him to kiss you. Ever the multitasker, his tongue explored your mouth while he began his task of getting you naked. 

“Don’t rip the dress.” You warned under his kiss while his large hands grappled for the zipper. “I borrowed it, it has to be in perfect condition.”

“I’ll buy Mei Mei a new one.” Gripping the top of the dress with a hand on each size of the zipper, he yanked hard, the fabric splitting like he had just ripped a sheet of paper as it fell off your body. His eyes went wide as the dress pooled at your feet, revealing the matching black lace set you had underneath. The cups barely contained your breasts and did little to cover your most delicate areas, nipples peeking through the sheer fabric.

“Fucking hell.” He breathed.

You grinned and kneeled in front of him, starting to undo the buckle of his pants. “Paris paid off, then?” 

A sigh fell past his lips as you finally pulled his pants and boxers down, wasting no time to wrap your hand around his thick cock, pumping languidly. His breath hitched as you licked his angry red tip slowly, pulling back to prevent him from pushing past your lips when his hips moved forward. His hand went to the crown of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair. “Shit. You’ve been saving that since Paris?”

“I’ve worn this plenty before. You’ve just never seen it.” Your smirk was devilish. His grip on your hair tightened as you took him to the base, neatly trimmed hair tickling your nose while you forced your throat to relax. You tried to gather as much spit as you could to make the glide easier as you bobbed your head. Toji was a large man with an equally large and impressive dick, almost too much for you to take in. Through years of practice, both on him and several inferior specimens, you had learned just how to hollow your cheeks, how to move, and how to swallow to have a man cumming in minutes flat. 

“Fuck, you okay?” He panted when he thrust involuntarily, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag slightly. Once you composed yourself, you hummed around his cock and nodded. Grabbing his other free hand, you placed it on the back of your head with his other one before taking him back down your throat. A silent invitation. 

He wasted no time responding, beginning to thrust into your mouth with no reserve. You grabbed his hips to steady yourself as you relaxed and remembered to breathe through your nose. Tears ran down your cheeks while he choked you with his massive cock, mixing with your mascara and staining your skin black. The salty tang of precum hit your tongue, mixing with the saliva that fell from your lips the faster he moved. You smiled around his cock when you cupped his balls, squeezing just enough for him to let out a loud groan. 

“Stop.” He growled, pulling you off him and tilting your chin up. He took in your tear-streaked face, your chin and neck covered with a mix of saliva and pre-cum. When he dragged his thumb over your bottom lip, you caught it between your teeth, sucking him in and lavving the digit with your tongue. He chuckled darkly, hooking his thumb in your mouth and using it as a guide for you to stand up in front of him. 

“Messy doll.” He crooned. You had to admit, you were shocked as he leaned forward and licked up your neck, tasting both of you on your skin. While you were distracted with his sinful lips, you heard another distinct ripping sound before you felt the cool air of the room against your bare ass. You broke away and looked down to see your panties in tatters on the ground. 

“Can you at least leave one piece of my clothing intact tonight?” You frowned at him, your voice slightly hoarse from his antics. “Those were expensive. I know we’re made of money now, but I’d prefer not to spend it all.”

He ignored you and reached around to plant a firm smack on your cheeks. “In the bedroom. On the bed.”

You knew exactly what he meant, but you decided to have a bit of fun as you walked through the massive suite. You could feel his eyes on you, almost predatory when you entered the bedroom and caught sight of the king-sized bed, made with fresh linens and piled high with pillows, accented in the light greys and blacks that matched the rest of the suite. You flopped down on the bed with a giggle, back down, and propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him. 

He frowned at your position as he walked forward. “I said on the bed.” He rumbled. 

“I am on the bed.” You played dumb and cocked your head to the side. “What did you mean?”

He shook his head and stopped at the edge, towering over you. “You’re such a brat sometimes, you know that?” 

“It’s a nice break from those girls that call you daddy, isn’t it?” You purred. 

The growl that ripped through his chest made your heart jump and another wave of arousal coat your lips as he surged forward, gripping your hips to flip you onto your stomach and pull them up so you were on your knees, your throbbing center level with his cock. He ground against you, slipping his length along your drenched labia to coat it, the glide easy as your spit mixed with your slick. He was more than ready to pound into you. 

When you tried to prop yourself up on your elbows, he put a hand on your neck and pushed you down so your face was pressed into the mattress. A shiver ran down your spine when you felt his hot breath on your back and trailing up as he bent over you to whisper in your ear. 

“You know, I was going to be nice, maybe take it slow at first so you wouldn’t be absolutely wrecked sitting for fourteen hours on our flight tomorrow.” He hummed. “But now, I think I’m going to like seeing you squirm.”

It wasn’t even a second later before he slammed into your pussy, the stretch almost painful as you wailed at the intrusion and he began a brutal pace that rivaled his speed while he was fucking your face just moments before. You were already sopping wet from sucking his dick earlier, turned on beyond belief as you thought about what lay in store for you after he was done with your mouth being his personal fleshlight. 

“Shit, you’re so tight.” He hissed, spanking your ass to feel you clench around his dick. “No one can stretch this cunt as good as I can, can they? You need a fat cock to satisfy you, those skinny dicks can’t even get you wet.” 

You moaned an affirmative, playing along with his narrative as he pistoned his hips into you. You could feel every vein on him as they dragged along your walls, his tip hitting that soft spot inside you with every thrust. There were plenty of other dicks that had gotten you wet, but it was true his was the most impressive, and the one that had more knowledge of just how to make you scream, monster dick or not. He had that advantage over every other man you slept with. 

The slap of his hips against yours echoed through the cavernous room as Toji grabbed your upper arms, pulling them behind your back and forcing your back in arch, his thrust becoming more shallow but no less punishing. You bit your lip to control the noises you were making, but whines still escaped. 

When the new position didn’t produce his desired response from you, he released your arms without any ceremony causing your upper body to fall limp back to the bed. You gasped as Toji pressed his hips flush to yours, curling his body on top of yours with one powerful arm wrapped around your waist to keep you from pulling away while his tip continually massaged your g-spot with every roll of his hips into you. 

“Tell me how it feels.” He murmured in your ear, his voice steady without any sign of effort. His stamina was something to marvel. 

“You know how it feels.” You moaned back, unable to control yourself. You were so close, just ready to reach that peak if he would only speed up. You reached back with one hand and gripped his hip hoping that would encourage him to resume his previous pace. 

He took your hand from his hip and put it back near your head, delivering a harsh smack to your ass. The sharp sting of pleasure was what you needed for your back to arch, squeezing around him while you fucked yourself back onto his cock to prolong your climax as much as you could. 

Toji pulled out as you finally slowed down, his heavy cock bouncing against his leg as he sat up against the headboard and patted his thigh, signaling for you to climb on. You wasted no time in doing so, raising yourself on shaky legs to straddle his lap. His hands moved to cup your ass as you settled over him, taking his length in hand and sinking down onto it with a sharp exhale through your nose. You could almost feel him in your throat in this position, the stretch still borderline uncomfortable even after he had already stretched you out, coupled with the sensitivity of just having orgasmed. 

His gentle grip turned hard just as you were about to start bouncing to stop your movements. You gave him a confused look but understood when his hands started to guide you in grinding on his lap. The added friction on your clit against his pelvis made you sigh in pleasure, just a tinge of overstimulation creeping through the tightness already building in your stomach again. In this position with the lack of harsh movements he was able to play with your breasts, which he always gave proper worship. 

His large hands made your breasts look small as he covered the left, slipping your nipple between his fingers and rolling it while he cupped the other, pushing it up and licking at the flesh. You sighed at the rough texture of the scar marring his lips against your sensitive skin and wrapped your arms around his head, tangling your fingers in his hair to hold him close. He loved to tease, licking and sucking all around your breasts until you were about to beg, arching your back further into his touch. You hated begging him, hated admitting how well he could affect you. But you had known each other for so long, you knew each other better than anyone else. 

You whined as his lips finally closed around the pert bud, laying the flat of his tongue over the sensitive skin. You felt his lips stretch into a smile against your skin at your vocalizations before he moved to your other breast, immediately latching onto the nipple to produce a breathy moan. You knew he was enjoying himself from the way his hips matched each roll of your own, driving deeper as he got lost in the feeling. 

“I got your milkies.” You whispered, part of your sinister trick to bring him back to earth. You were starved for actual friction, grinding not providing the drag on your insides you craved. 

He pulled back with a soft pop and frowned, though his pupils were still blown out. “You did not just say that.”

You shrugged. “I thought it was funny.”

“Way to kill the mood.” He mumbled, pushing your breasts together to bury his face between them, licking through your cleavage and up your chest.

“Then why are you still hard?” You squeezed down on him deliberately. His eyes grew dark as he looked up at you through thick lashes and you knew you were in for it. 

With one quick movement you were under him, back pressed into the pillows while he kneeled between your legs still holding your waist so he could stay buried inside you, your hips tilted so you were at an angle. You struggled to sit up trying to resume your previous position, but his strong hold on you didn’t allow you any room before he continued burying himself in your velvet walls. You could barely breathe from the force of his thrusts, twice as hard as before but just as fast. 

You could have killed him from how composed he looked as he watched you slowly lose control. He watched you with an almost curious expression, studying how your brow drew together and short gasps fell past your lips while he was barely breaking a sweat. You refused to give him the satisfaction of hearing your moans. If he wanted them, he’d have to earn them. 

“I know you like taking it from the back, but I think I like this better.” He mused, voice even like he wasn’t balls deep in your cunt. “I can see the look on your face when you lose control.”

“Fuck you, Toji.” You gasped, your words stuttering with each of his thrusts. 

“No, that’s your job.” He grinned devilishly and bent down over you, resting on his elbows. “Scream for me, little slut. Let the floors around us know how good I fuck.” 

You opened your mouth to retort but a loud scream came out instead as Toji sneaked his hand between you to roll your clit between two fingers. You barely felt his breath on your skin as you shattered beneath him, screaming just like he wanted as your orgasm crashed over you, ten times as intense as the one he had just given you. You gripped the pillow under your head and turned your face into it so he couldn’t see just how much you were enjoying this. 

In an instant, you felt the pillow ripped from beneath your head and his hand come into contact with your cheek. The sting of his slap was dulled by the pleasure still running over your body as he gripped your chin tightly in one of his large hands, forcing you to look in his eyes, your noses almost touching. Your eyebrows knit together and mouth open on a silent moan made him finally push as far in as he could on a final thrust, painting your inner walls white with his cum as he groaned loudly. The roll of his hips didn’t stop until he deposited every last drop within you, until you could feel his cum leaking out the sides of his dick. How could he cum so fucking much?

His hands turned gentle as he pulled out, smoothing your hair off your sweaty forehead and tracing his fingers over the hickeys he’d left on your neck. He bent down to ghost his lips on your hairline before hauling himself off the bed and walking toward the bathroom. You could faintly hear him rummaging around through your post-coital fog, coming back with a warm damp towel and starting the task of cleaning you up. 

While he did, he grabbed the phone from the room and dialed room service, ordering two meals, along with ice cream at your insistence, billing it to his room. Not that it mattered, you were staying here on your host’s dime. When he was done cleaning you, he laid on his side next to you, smiling down fondly as you still tried to catch your breath. 

“You did good.” He whispered, caressing your face. You managed a weak smile and laughed. 

“Don’t get soft on me now, Fushiguro.” You sighed. “I might just lose respect for you.”

He smiled down at you, basking in the afterglow of your liaison. “Wouldn’t dream of it, doll.”

Tags: @oikawaandkuroostan, @gummy-dummy

[shokobuns]

tutor

yuji needs some help and he gets more than what he asked for.

pairing: itadori yuji x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1.8k

warnings: slightly suggestive, making out, boner

“you really don’t mind?”

he looked at you with wide eyes, his slight smile accompanied by his happy tone. yuuji was kind, you can tell by the way he talks to your other classmates, complimented by the comforting aura that he always brought along with him. despite your limited interactions, you didn’t see a reason to deny him the help that he needed.

“i don’t. plus, professor miyagi is one of my favorite teachers. i don’t see a reason not to.” you flashed a friendly smile to reassure him that it was fine.

“cool, cool,” he responded, a grin plastered on his face, “after school at the library then.”

the rest of your classes zoomed by as you daydreamed about yuuji (again). only this time, you were thinking about how you would feel if your hand brushed over his, how you would function while he was listening to you intently. it all made your stomach turn uncomfortably, but you knew you would have to eventually stuff it away.

-

“are you sure about that?” you asked with a guiding tone.

of course, you do your best to nudge him in the right direction, but sometimes it all just ends with his head in his hands and a small, albeit slightly concerning, joke about he’s about to fail the class. you can see his pained effort, the gears that struggle to turn in his head, and it chips away at your heart. you’re doing your best, why wouldn’t you, but the concepts aren’t sticking in his head.

“how about you try this?” you suggest, writing a small equation on his paper before handing it back to him. he grabs it in his hands, lifting it from the table, and stares hard. his eyebrows furrow and his eyes squint at the writing until his face relaxes and his head tilts. the dots connect and a wide smile replaces the confusion.

“wait, i think i got it!” he grabs his pencil, excitedly scribbling onto the paper before sliding it back to you and anticipating your judgement.

the writing, though messy, is correct and a feeling of satisfaction washes over you while he holds his hand out for a high five. when you look back at his elated expression, your cheeks get unexplainably hot.

it feels weird.

every greeting in the school hallways feel odd. every sly glance in his direction makes you feel guilty. every moment of a study session, particularly the ones when you can feel his breath on your face and the warmth radiating from his body, makes you feel awfully uneasy.

itadori yuji made you feel certain feelings, ones that especially plagued your stomach, your heart, and even your own mind.

and it was all new. you couldn’t think of a time when someone’s smile made your heart race or a person who made your ears perk up at the sound of their voice. though, you accredited it all to yuuji’s friendly presence. it was natural, he was always the type of person who can weave his way into people’s hearts with no effort. it was easy for him to speak to a stranger as if they were a friend, lend a helping hand whenever he could.

you just couldn’t reason how or when he wove so deep into yours.

the feeling was terrifying and it felt like you had something to hide, some dirty little secret, but you couldn’t pinpoint the exact feelings.

when the end of the school day finally comes, yuji is already waiting at your locker for your routine tutoring session. you two walk silently side by side and he seems completely calm, unphased by the lack of small talk, but you actively avoid eye contact in order to prevent those odd feelings from starting up again.

the library is closed.

“we can just go back to my house or something,” he proposes, his hand scratching the back of his neck, “it’s not that far of a walk. plus, i can cook for you. pay you back for your services, you know?”

you purse your lips, mulling over the offer. normally, you wouldn’t have to think about it. free food? the comfort of studying at home instead of the cold atmosphere of the library?

but from what you know about him, there’s likely not going to be anyone else there. it would just be the two of you. alone. together.

you shudder at the thought.

“i don’t want to be a bother-“

“don’t worry about it!” he grabs your hands in his, your eyes widening at the sudden contact. he’s friendly and the increased amount of time spent with him only made him even more comfortable around you. there’s more lingering touches, more of him being seated closer and closer. you’re not sure if he notices, but it doesn’t help ease your mind.

-

guilt.

it’s all you feel when you go home that night replaying moments with him again. the presence behind you while you tried to reach for a cup on a shelf, the brief second of when you felt his breath on your neck.

you feel guilty because yuji is tooth achingly sweet. he’s kind and his aura reminds you of a sunbeam. his attitude is almost childlike and almost always optimistic, always able to keep his cool when confronted with a minor inconvenience.

“fuck!” you curse as you scrub your skin, hot water and bubbles cascading down your body. even an hour later, he still plagues your mind.

an hour later and you can still feel his breath on your neck, the lingering touches on barely exposed skin, the slight dampness that had formed in your panties. it all started with flushed cheeks and fast heartbeats, but somehow this territory feels so wrong.

-

need help. come at 2. door’s unlocked.

“yuji?”

your concerned voice echoed throughout his cramped apartment. when there was no response, you entered, closing the door behind you and walking towards his bedroom. you hesitantly knocked, just in case he was sleeping. “come in!”

when you finally open the door, you’re met with the sight of yuji lying on his floor in a big t shirt, pajama pants, and countless homework assignments spread out on his table. “help?” you hummed with an amused expression planted on your face. “you were doing so well last time i was over, what happened?”

“just kind of lost motivation,” he sits up, his back leaning against the table, “professor miyagi assigned a shit ton of review of assignments and they’re all due this week. i may have procrastinated a little bit.” you laughed before squatting down until you were eye level with the boy. “you always have me to help you. professor miyagi tends to do that. it’s annoying, but i love the man.”

“nerd.” he muttered on his breath before you turned to him with a pout on your face, “guess i won’t help then.”

“take that back!” you immediately grabbed a pillow, aiming for his head. “i was joking!” he catches the pillow with ease, “i need some sort of motivation…” he trails off, his cheeks turning a bright red, something that you don’t fail to miss while he turns away in an attempt to hide them.

“oh, yeah?” you scoot closer until your arms rest on his knees, letting your head rest on top of them. you’re not exactly sure about where the uncharacteristically bold behavior came from, but it doesn’t change the fact that your heart is beating fast and your palms are definitely sweating. hopefully, he doesn’t notice. “what did you have in mind?”

“uh, i don’t know,” it seems as his voice gets quieter and quieter every time. it doesn’t seem like he’s completely at his usual confident levels, “i had something in my mind, but it was stupid.”

the small surge of courage races throughout your body when your face inches closer to his until your lips meet his. they’re soft and sweet, just like the man himself, and your heart melts when he cups your face into his bigger hands. pulling away, he’s wide eyed and giddy up to the point you entice him with an offer. “for each homework assignment done, we get to do that again, alright?’

though your foreheads are touching, you can make out the smirk on his face right before he gathers all of his things in order. the organization is sloppy, but if he understands it that’s all that really matters. while he scribbles down a series of numbers and equations, you lay on his bed, waiting for him to hand you something to check.

after ten minutes pass, he does and there’s a mistake, though you ignore it, opting to look at the problem for three seconds and tossing away the notebook instead. he doesn’t have time to process your legs straddling his lap, your soft lips melding into his.

his reaction is natural, hands coming down to your ass, giving a small squeeze as you grab his face with one hand, squishing his cheeks. his tongue swipes across your bottom lip and you let it enter your mouth, sucking on the pink muscle while he lets out a sweet moan. the sound fills you with a feeling of success, your crotch subtly grinding down on his lap.

you can feel something hardening under you, it’s unmistakable and it fills you with a sick sense of pride. yuji operates by instinct with every movement, the kisses are hungry and laced with need. another squeeze of your ass causes you to squeak while your hands keep him close.

you can’t think. you can’t feel.

your mind is completely empty because he’s overridden your senses from the feeling of his sloppy lips, the pretty noises he makes, the hard on that pokes through his jeans. eventually, he pulls away for air, heavy breaths that tickle your neck, his arms wrapping around your body.

you didn’t see a reason to deny him the help that he needed. and that included motivation.

“by the way, you got that problem wrong.”

“did we just make out for ten minutes for no reason?” he pouts as you laugh at his cute expression, “we made out cause i felt like it.”

“this doesn’t help with my homework motivation at all!” he crosses his arms, turning his back towards you. you wrap your arms around him, resting your head on his shoulder. you can hear the relieved sigh that leaves him and it encourages you to leave feather light kisses on the side of his neck, his body immediately relaxing.

“how ‘bout i give you a lil gift for finishing your assignments at the end of the week, hmm?” you suggest, your fingers interlacing with his. your hands trails down to palm his clothed length, your wet tongue dragging along the sweet spot of his neck up to his earlobe.

“a b- b- blow-” he manages to stutter out. you’re sure his brain is malfunctioned, but it only makes you feel triumphant when he pulls away and eagerly begins to write.

[cottoncandyjester]

So you know that song sway by Michel buble...I listened to that which led me to listen to a bunch of latin songs I used to listen to as a kid..and we'll have some latino reader trying to teach the ocs to dance

Theodore

"y-y/n this is HIGHLY sexual!" Theo stammered as he watched you play the music, he was a waltz kinda guy so this was different. "Relax theo, it's balloom dancing still just with a lot of sexual tension" you explain as you stood in position being very close to him watching the male watching you with wide nervous eyes

"just follow the music, kay? You'll do fine" you cooed out as you started off slow hoping he would take the lead but it seems he was absolutely flustered which confused you a little. "Theo, we've had sex but this makes you flustered?" You questioned out as the male kept from brushing up against you at all.

"t-this kind of dancing and mhsic was banned from my home! Though me and m-my mother played latin music and dance in secret especially when my father was away..." The memory made him sigh happily before his eyes snapped back to you who was just excited

"....theo, do you know how to dance to latin music?"

Theo twitched and sweated as he gazed away avoiding your burning stare as he turned away "l-lets take a break!" He claimed now walking away his face so red his ears burned

"wait! I have questions! Theo!"

Hikaru

"no. Fuck off piggy, daddy is busy"

You asked hikaru if he wanted to dance with you but his cold response made you pout before an idea sparkled into your mind. You turned away and gave a loud huff, keeping from smiling as you started to walk away

"you probably don't even know how to dance like that, rich boy" you teased before hikaru shot up a glare being sent your way before hikaru started to roll his sleeves up now aggressively unbuttoning his shirt two buttons. "Fine, wanna fucking dance? Let's do it." He hissed out feeling an urge to prove you wrong. With that you two at in the living room as latin music played

Hikaru very aggressively took the lead out you close a hand gripping your waist as you had no choice but to keep up. Your cheeks flushed as you looked at the serious gaze in his that was downright sexy before he spinned and dipped you with ease

"satisfied?"

"b-but h-huh? How?!"

"dance classes, dumbass we all had to fucking do it in my family "

With that he full on dropped you now walking away scoffing though a smile graced his lips that he fought. He hasn't danced in a long time, he forgot how fun it was. "Give me a challenge next time y/n" he scoffs out though he definitely felt giddy from that, maybe dancing with you again wouldn't be the dumbest idea.

Axis

Axis did like how it sounded, it was so different than normal japanese culture! He shuddered when you got into position and he could practically feel your heartbeat. You were so amazing, though he was pretty clumsy so a lot of times he stepped on your feet before apologizing like crazy

"i-i don't think I can do this y/n" he whined as he nervously fiddle his hands before you kissed his forehead whispering sweet praise in spanish which of course perked him up getting him excited to try again.

"okay!"

Salem

When you showed salem a video of latin dances he was far more interested in how sexual it was and instantly wanted to it. So here you two were trying it out, you come to realize that salem was bad following instructions and couldn't keep his hands off your ass

"salem, you're hands have to be higher than that"

"mhmmm"

"...so move them"

It was talking to a brick wall, you weren't sure he was even interested until you caught him humming the tune to the song which made you smile. He definitely loved the music a lot though dancing wasn't his thing

Prince

Prince was absolutely eager to learn cause latin dancing is like the sexist thing in the world! He was a quick learner and even took the lead making it quickly become sexual as he pulled you in for a steamy kiss

"how about we take this to the bedroom? I would love to show you what else I can do"

Damn he was cocky

Yuki

"pleaseeeeee~"

"..sleepy."

You huffed at your boyfriend who was curled up in bed refusing to move even when you begged and acted all cute, so you had to pull out drastic measures. "Yuki! I'll throw away all my thigh high socks and never let you touch me!" Oh he was totally up now though he had a pouty glare on his face.

He was really..slow, like painfully slow that it was clear he wanted to go back to sleep, you were a little unsure how to motivate him but it seems he didn't like that sad expression you wore so he picked up the pace before dipping you to surprise you which gave you butterflies for sure. "Can I sleep now?" He mumbled out and you gave a shaky nod before he kissed your cheek and stood you up before walking off leaving your flustered.

Rocket

This poor himbo is so damn clumsy it's almost deadly, he is trying so damn hard though. You winced when he stepoed on your foot for the 100th time that moment and you shot a glare to him only to see his sad puppy dog expression which made you sigh as you placed a hand on his chest.

"maybe cooking latin food would be more your style" he suddenly perked up at the mention of food basically drooling excitedly. "Food food food!" He chanted as you two walked to the kitchen.

Scarlett

The goth princess seemed to be skilled in some ballroom dancing but this was out of element though she quickly got the grasp of it. She giggled softly whole you two danced since it was very fun to her "you should have asked me to do this sooner my love, I love doing this with you" she stated before planting a sweet kiss onto your lips

What a supportive girlfriend! You'll have to marry her

Rin

You were going to strangle him, he was doing the wrong thing on purpose to rile you up. "Come on babe don't waltz away! I got more jokes! Pfft- you're not latin me have any fun here" he cheers out as you held back a laugh at his dumb jokes..no you were mad! You turned to him trying to glare at him best you could

"you're not taking this serious rin!"

"I don't take Anything serious I mean I'm still wearing the clown nose after all" he pointed out before squeezing the nose giggling at the honk sound it made.

Rin didn't get why you were taking this so serious honestly but he figured if it made you happy he'll play along..for now. You rolled your eyes before turning around to walk away but rin grabbed your hand spinning you and dipping you with a cocky grin

"dont be a sourpuss baby. You know i love when you're mad at me you're so sexy" he mumbled out as he reached out and softlt tapped your nose.

"boop~" he purred out in a low seductive tone which definitely turned you a lot more than it should. With that he let you go and happily skipped away "I'll be in the clown car if you wanna have steamy car sex" he chriped as he skipped away.

"of course cause having sex in the damn clown car instead of our bed is the better option" you mumbled under your breath but you were definitely following him.

Yuuji & yuuta

Yuuji pushed his older twin towards you with a devilish grin. "Yuuta always sucked during practice while I sucked during volleyball practice sooooo, I say you teach him" the red haired male stated.

"t-traitor!" Yuuta hissed out before looking your way before giving a huff, he definitely wasn't prepared for this. "Alright kitty cat, show me what you got" he said softly as he held you close and you two got started, he was pretty rusty so he made some mistakes but he couldn't help but have fun with it.

Just when the sexual tension got high and he leaned in as if he was gonna kiss you the male let go and spun you right into yuuji's arms who smiled innocently at you taking yuuta's place who slipped away to hide his flushed face and racing heart..he always hated showing you his soft side.

"you're a tough badass get it together" he whispers under his breath as he watched you and yuuji with a slight smile.

[its-love-u-asshole]

Let My Love [Ch. 11]

Pairings: Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei

Summary: For Kuroo, finding love was all about patience. He had no problem with waiting for the right person to come along, no matter how many awkward dinners or weddings he had to endure as a single man until they did. Regardless, meeting Tsukishima was something he’d never been prepared for. The feelings were overwhelming and intoxicating, ones he was sure he’d do anything for. However, it seemed his endless waiting wasn’t over.

Rating: T

Note: Hello! I am back with a longer chapter as promised, I’m so relieved I managed to power through this lol it was a struggle. Thanks to @emeraldwaves for reading this over! Also be sure to check out some art for this fic here and here <3

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Tsukishima hadn't realized how rare alone time was at the lake until he found himself wandering about the house.

Sounds rang out from each direction, footsteps up above, muffled voices from the television room. He stayed in the kitchen.

The weird presence of too many options gnawed at him. Where should he go? What should he do? Kuroo would've poked the middle of his forehead for frowning this much, like he did when Tsukishima began fretting about which books were worthy of which display case at the library.

Tsukishima huffed to himself, and he heard Semi laugh from the other room. Right. He should go, and yet his feet stayed put on the refurbished tile.

Normally he'd have Yuuji by his side, showing him around and directing all their activities and conversations. Tsukishima consented to being led around and controlled in that sense, he'd never been one for initiating things with people he didn't know. It wasn't that Tsukishima hadn't spoken to anyone other than his boyfriend, but he'd never gotten the opportunity to socialize on his own.

He leaned against one of the kitchen counters, thankful for the breathing room. He certainly needed it, had forgotten what quiet was like.

It was...strange, but not unwelcome, but he hadn't exactly had a choice. When they'd all returned from their canoe trip, hungry and in need of a lazy afternoon, Yuuji had whisked Kuroo off somewhere to continue their talk. Tsukishima had been too busy helping Yachi prepare lunch to see what that was about, and now no one could tell him where they'd gone off too.

Great.

Tsukishima's hands gripped the counter a little harshly, and he busied himself with rearranging the dishes in the sink.

He'd almost forgotten this too, their situation. Relaxing was impossible.

He missed Kuroo. At least then, someone could understand.

Tsukishima tried to not think about it as the water ran through his fingers, washing over already rinsed dishes.

Kuroo.

Kuroo wouldn't keep things from him. The raven hadn't given him any indication they'd been found out, or that something was wrong, but...

Kuroo wasn't the most subtle person out there and neither of them had the best luck. The idea that Yuuji needed to talk to him, and hadn't told Tsukishima about it...

The pasta strainer clanged against the granite, and Tsukishima shut off the water in less than an instant.

Nope. Not thinking about it.

Tsukishima sighed, pressing his head to the cold surface of the fridge. He was by the door now.

He couldn't help but laugh; nervous or not, he'd gradually worked himself up to inching further and further towards civilization. No where else to go now, unless he wanted to lean against the kitchen door for a few hours. He just might.

But before he could resign himself to hours at the post, the door swung open, and Tsukishima stupidly grappled with the fridge, pulling it open and grabbing whatever he could find.

Orange juice.

With pulp.

I hate pulp. Fuck.

Semi looked surprised to see him there, like Tsukishima couldn't possibly exist on his own, and the thought made him smile even as he poured his glass of fresh disgrace.

"Oh, hey Tsukishima," Semi said, his shock quickly dissolving into something friendly, with maybe the barest hint of mischief laced beneath. Tsukishima found it odd but, hey, this was Kuroo's cousin. Yuuji's too. Oh man, it was genetic.

Maybe Semi was more deadly than he'd given credit for.

"Lonely?" Semi asked, and yeah, definitely deadlier. Tsukishima looked at him suspiciously as he put the jug back into the fridge. Semi's smile never faltered, that challenging competitiveness of an athlete shining through. The question was framed innocently enough, but Tsukishima wasn't an idiot. The automatic assumption would be for him to say yes, because Yuuji was gone.

But.

This was Shirabu's husband; neither of them seemed particularly dense. And well, according to Kuroo, they were 'gossipy bitches' and that told Tsukishima all he needed to know.

"They aren't back yet?" Tsukishima asked instead, and Semi's smile grew. Clear avoidance on Tsukishima's part, but it made gauging Semi's knowledge easier, and well...

Now he knew for sure.

That smug little smile was enough.

"Nope, but don't worry," Semi said, grabbing Tsukishima's unfinished glass right from his hands. "Teru looked pretty happy when they came back, excited even. I doubt anything happened."

Tsukishima couldn't fight it, he sighed in relief, and it must've been another point earner because Semi looked pretty pleased about it.

Tsukishima didn't know whether to like him or hate him, but he figured that sensation alone made Semi genuine. Tsukishima didn't understand what the look was for though. Wasn't he technically ruining their family? He'd come in here, created an invisible divide which would soon be not-so invisible, and then...then...

"Ah, sorry if this is weird," Semi said, laughing as he rubbed the back of his head. Tsukishima's eyes snapped up at the movement, the confusion cancelling out all his overwrought musings. "But I wanted to say thank you."

Out of all the things Tsukishima expected him to say, ‘thank you’ was not one of them. Maybe a serious discussion about consequences, or Kuroo, or something, but not...this.

....what?

Tsukishima didn't even have enough brain power to stutter out a full response, much less act like he knew what was happening. "Uh--"

"For caring about him so much I mean, for...waiting," Semi said, coughing. And ah, now Tsukishima saw it, the nerdiness and protectiveness which Kuroo spoke of. "I'm glad Yuuji got to date someone like you, someone who cares enough to--"

"To lie and hide?" Tsukishima's own guilt slipped through, as much as he'd come to terms with his decision, things would always be hard.

"For doing what's best for him," Semi corrected him, the firmness actually settling in Tsukishima's bones like weights. It was praise he'd never give himself, comfort he'd never allowed himself to have. So, it was only natural someone else provide it. "And...for Kuroo too."

Tsukishima knew it was ridiculous, but his eyes lit up. Just from a name. So embarrassing. He brought his arms around himself, hugging tight. Otherwise, it felt like all the emotion might spill out for all to see.

Maybe he shouldn't have cared so much about showing such vulnerability, when it was clear Semi already knew.

Ah, damn.

"I wouldn't say that just yet," Tsukishima whispered, almost laughing as he did his best to smile at the floor. "I owe Kuroo a lot more than this."

And he planned to give back in full, very soon, and for however long after.

Forever, his traitorous brain whispered, still too hopeful for his tastes. But the content didn't fade away as Semi laughed, expression about as soft as Tsukishima felt.

"Well, time won't pass any faster with you in here," Semi said, patting Tsukishima's shoulder cautiously. When Tsukishima didn't tense, he set it down again, firm and certain. Accepting.

One down, Tsukishima joked.

"Want to come play a board game with us? Shirabu and I need a third player," Semi continued. "We would've asked Kyoutani but...after last year he won't play with us anymore."

"What happened last--"

"Don't ask."

And well, Tsukishima's curiosity couldn't say no to that, even as he felt the impending headache.

"Sure," he said, and a weight was lifted, freeing him from the confines of the tiny kitchen.

Quiet time was nice, needed, but he was ready.

Of course, Semi blocked his path, one more opinion dying to get out. Somehow, Tsukishima figured all of Kuroo's friends were like this, and he couldn't wait until he was confident enough to put up his own fight with them.

Right then though, he'd take the blows.

"Also," Semi said, the smirk back and powered on in full as he poured Tsukishima's orange juice down the drain right in front of him. Tsukishima's jaw dropped. "I know you hate pulp. Nice try though."

Yeah, Tsukishima could get along with these people just fine.

--

Given that they never ever played Jenga again.

"Kenjirou, Kenjirou! Oh my god, stop--"

"Fuck you, I'm going to win," Shirabu said, and it scared Tsukishima how his tone held absolutely zero emotion as he slowly inched out a piece from the flimsy tower. The game had only been going for about fifteen minutes (they all took their turns way too seriously, sad to say), with each move about as cold and calculating as the next.

Kuroo would surely come to regret bringing them together.

The tower currently looked bent at a near 45 degree angle, which...Tsukishima didn't realize was possible, but the more minutes passed, the more stressed he became. The upside? He'd managed to take his mind off of Kuroo and Terushima for a little bit.

"You can't even really win Jenga, the attention goes to whoever loses," he said slowly, distracted by Shirabu's nimble fingers as they worked on pulling a piece from the top. Smart. By now the foundation was fucked. The tower was basically sitting on one block towards the bottom; going for a base piece meant death.

However, if Shirabu managed to successfully get this piece, it was highly unlikely the next person would be able to do anything to stop the collapse.

Whatever. Semi's fault for marrying evil incarnate.

"Yeah, and it's gonna be Eita," Shirabu hissed, pushing the block out little by little. His eyes flicked to Tsukishima for only a split second. "If it’s you, I'll only be mildly appeased."

Thanks.

"Unless you lose right now and ruin the whole game," Semi singsonged, but even Tsukishima could tell he was wound up, afraid as he watched his husband. They'd had to have played enough games together to know each other's skill sets. If Semi was nervous, it was all too telling of the outcome.

Shirbau smiled, sugary and fake, like talking to a little kid. Classic 'sure honey.’ "Which I won’t."

"You don't know."

"I know everything," Shirabu huffed, and at that moment he pulled the block free, the tower swaying just so before settling again. Semi and Tsukishima groaned as Shirabu let the block hit the carpet, triumphant as he gestured to his husband. "In fact, I know everything before you know anything. Exhibit A over here."

Tsukishima stared at Shirabu's finger in disgust as it pointed at him. If only they weren't in the middle of the living room where anyone could walk by, Tsukishima would relay back all his points as to how Shirabu was truly too full of himself.

Actually. Fuck it.

"I wouldn't call walking in on a private moment as being evidence for good intuition," Tsukishima said to the side, knowing full well he'd be heard. If they'd be petty, so would he. Semi made an 'ooo' sound, but he still looked stunned.

Granted, Tsukishima had been mostly polite and reserved the whole trip but, well… They had to know anyone with Kuroo's heart had to be somewhat of a shit.

Just look at the guy.

Shirabu smirked, pleased. "I don't consider the middle of the fucking woods with no doors being somewhere one could have a 'private moment' as you put it."

Semi sipped from his coffee to hide his laugh.

"Well, seems I'm on Semi's side after all," Tsukishima sighed, though neither of them were giving him the desire to cheer them on. Whatever, Jenga was a lawless game.

"Ha!" Semi only barely managed to refrain from hitting the coffee table, and they all held their breath before releasing it slowly. The tower was still secure. Er. Standing.

"You do like losers," Shirabu muttered, and Semi choked at the same time Tsukishima snorted, the first genuine laugh he'd shared without Kuroo being around. It felt nice.

The image of Semi trying to look upset as he physically gripped his stomach from laughter was truly a sight to catalogue as well. Eventually, he did manage to regain control of his lungs, but just barely. "Kenjirou, don't be rude to Kuroo when he's not even here to defend himself."

Tsukishima glanced at him, shrugging. "You have to admit, he has a point."

Kuroo was the most lovable loser Tsukishima had ever met, but the thought would stay chained in his own brain, too ridiculous to speak aloud. The couple stared at him, quiet for a long moment as warmth settled in Tsukishima's whole body, because it almost felt like he'd come here with Kuroo, the way it should've been. He knew the truth of reality though, but it didn't dull the calmness he felt. Somehow, unintentionally, he'd made the best of things.

Good enough for him, and he was sure Kuroo would be happy too.

Semi and Shirabu glanced at each other before they erupted with poorly muffled laughter, and Tsukishima didn't resist joining in when the tower collapsed a few seconds after. None of them cared.

A rematch was sure to be scheduled anyways.

The day unfolded in much the same, albeit unexpected, manner. Tsukishima watched some old volleyball matches with Yachi, commentating along with her and joking during commercials. He'd then managed to get into a heated book club debate with Oikawa and Suga in the den. Apparently Iwaizumi had gone fishing after stating some controversial statement about their favorite book series, and now they were going at it.

They were both wrong about the endgame couple too, and Tsukishima felt perfectly in his right to tell them so. The ensuing argument lasted a good hour, but ended with them shitting on a completely different series they all hated. Over drinks too.

Afternoon turned into evening and Yuuji had yet to blindside him with a hug or outburst, but the wait hadn't been as anxiety filled as Tsukishima had assumed. He'd kept himself distracted, easily so, and hadn't worried about either Yuuji or Kuroo in hours. He wondered if that was unfair, allowing himself a reprieve while Kuroo suffered. But he couldn't imagine Kuroo being upset at this development, at Tsukishima getting to know everyone.

Tsukishima could already imagine his stupid grin. He'd be powerless to return it. Yuuji's too actually, ecstatic Tsukishima had put in the effort.

Dorks.

In fact, now Tsukishima wished they were here, not so he could find out what they'd been discussing, but because they deserved to be having fun here too. That's how it should've been, he realized. Now they were missing pieces so to speak, like the house had one empty space begging to be filled with their dumb laughter and wild gestures.

If not for all this drama, they could've had a good vacation, without Tsukishima...

Shaking his head, Tsukishima willed his thoughts to not take a turn down a darker road. It was tempting, oh so tempting, especially when it was his first instinct when he was younger. But Kuroo was right, he had to stop dwelling on the guilt.

Tsukishima sighed as he walked into the dining room, where Yahaba sat, hundreds of pictures spread out in front of him on the table. It was odd to see the brunet so quiet, and without Kyoutani next to him, so the scene pulled Tsukishima in, as did the pictures as soon as he got close enough.

Oh.

They were pictures of the group from when they were younger. Semi riding a bicycle, Yuuji covered in mud, the classic embarrassing high school candids when no one knew the camera was on. Tsukishima pulled some of them towards himself, delicately holding the old wrinkled corners. Some of the pictures were torn and water damaged at the sides, but Tsukishima thought it fit. His eyes lingered on the group shots, the ones from weddings or camping trips, where it was easy to see how family-like they all were.

How they'd allowed him to mix in with that, he didn't know.

"Oh, hey Tsukishima!" Yahaba said, finally noticing him. He'd been rifling through a stack in his hands from a box labelled 'graduations,' and Tsukishima almost excused himself for interrupting, but Yahaba was already gesturing to the open chair across from him.

Oh well, guess Tsukishima got to hang out with everyone that day.

"Crazy right?" Yahaba said, gesturing to the mess of photos. "Ken was supposed to help me but he went fishing with Iwaizumi last minute."

The brunet sighed, shoveling some pictures towards Tsukishima. The blond squinted, picking up up some of the muddier ones to try and make out the faces. "Why do you have all these with you?"

"Oh, I'm a softy deep down," he began, but Tsukishima cut him off with a laugh. Yahaba was almost as deadly as Shirabu, with a bark to match the bite. Yahaba nudged his foot under the table. "I'm serious! I like to reminisce. Plus it's fun to pull baby pictures and embarrass everyone."

"Ah, the true motive," Tsukishima said, to which Yahaba sent him the fakest of glares. Though, Tsukishima approved. What did Kuroo look like as a kid? Had his hair really always been like that?

Tsukishima set down one of Semi and Shirabu's wedding photos, eyes searching with his new goal in mind.

The universe must've been sparing him today, because Yahaba was handing him the set he needed about a second later. "I mean c'mon, look at these idiots! I'm almost sad I haven't blown these up to portrait size yet."

The three photographs were in good condition, given the graininess of the cameras back in the day. One was of Semi climbing a tree, tongue out in concentration as he struggled for another branch.

"He made it to the top," Yahaba sighed, shaking his head as he reorganized another pile. "But he fucking twisted his ankle like two seconds later."

Tsukishima covered the smile with the back of his hand. The next photo was of Yuuji, and yeah, he seemed as energetic as Tsukishima expected. He was at a theme park, devouring what looked like two or three hot fudge sundaes. He had a birthday crown on. Tsukishima always did like the fact he could take Yuuji to any dessert bar without worrying about criticism. Yuuji could eat, although Tsukishima still won when it came to who could keep down more cake.

Tsukishima shook his head fondly, flipping to the last picture, and his heart sped up in that all too infuriating way.

He'd never admit Kuroo had been a cute kid, never. But...

Ah, so he's always had that grin huh?

Kuroo's hair looked even messier back then, as he excitedly held a fishing rod, knee deep in murky water. Another infamous camping trip, Tsukishima supposed, but he didn't care to take in the surroundings. His eyes stayed on Kuroo; young, happy, unburdened Kuroo. He looked overjoyed with the small fish he'd already caught in the bucket beside him, smiling brightly at the camera. The shot was lopsided, like whoever had taken it hadn't been able to stand completely still. It was funny, Tsukishima guessed. Kuroo, all scrappy and energetic at what was no doubt an ungodly hour of the morning.

Kuroo had always tried to look at the positives, regardless of his situation. Even if the world felt like it was crumbling around them, he kept his head up. Tsukishima owed him for that, for not giving up when Tsukishima himself hadn't known what direction to move in.

He wanted Kuroo to be smiling like that always, like in the picture, and at him...

He couldn't see his own face, but Tsukishima couldn't stop the smile, the softness of his eyes, the light tremble of his hands out of fear of damaging it. His thoughts ran wild, along with the beat of his heart, and by the time he wondered how he must’ve looked, Yahaba’s face showed nothing but realization.

"O-oh," Yahaba uttered, because was there really much else to say? The brunet's eyes widened, jaw hanging open, and it was much more than Tsukishima could take. Like that, the calm and relaxation he'd accumulated throughout the day diminished.

"I..I'm sorry," he rushed out, so fast he could hardly tell where the words ended and began. He didn't know what exactly he was apologizing for. Everything? Maybe. But he didn't take time to think about it, he darted off as far away from the dining room as he could, landing himself in the now deserted entranceway of the house. Each step he took felt heavier, the muffled voices from various corners of the house slurring. At least Yahaba hadn't followed him.

But he still had the picture.

Okay, breathe. Breathe. No freakouts here.

Tsukishima's body didn't seem eager to listen. He chest rose and fell in rapid rates as he leaned against a hutch, eyes focusing on the front door for the sole sake of a distraction.

God, what was he doing?

So much for keeping things secret, he hadn't even done that right. And on top of it, the guilt was back. Here he was, openly fawning over Kuroo with no shame...these people had the nerve to think somewhat highly of him.

Tsukishima shook his head, his stuttering breaths a telling sign of something he hadn't let himself do in a while.

No. He would not cry. Not yet, not now.

They were so close.

The rush of anticipation over the fact made the self-hate spiral further, and he dug his nails into the wood beneath his palm, supporting all his weight. His throat felt dry, scratchy, every noise making his head hurt and his brain scream. His hand began to ache from how it dug into the wood, but it would just have to for now, his other hand held the picture.

The picture.

Tsukishima's eyes snapped open, a little red but salvageable. He couldn't shed tears when Kuroo had been strong enough to keep them in. Besides that...

Tsukishima sighed and brought the picture up to his face, the water in his eyes clearing until the sharp lines of Kuroo's grin became visible once again. Despite his near breakdown, he'd been gentle with the photo, his hand barely crumpling it.

Kuroo stared back at him. Smiling, happy.

It wasn't the Kuroo he knew, but the little boy in the picture held enough of his essence to remind Tsukishima to stay strong.

"Kei, you need to stop beating yourself up."

Yeah, I remember.

Didn't make things any more bearable though. Tsukishima set the photo down as he breathed, deep, trembling, until he felt the word realign itself. Shockingly, it did, having mercy on him.

The noises around him returned to normal, his balance returned, the need to cave in paused itself.

His problems continued to exist yes; now Yahaba knew, and he didn't know what that could possibly mean. Maybe he'd rat them out. Maybe Kuroo would panic. Tsukishima still had to break up with Yuuji soon. He still loved Kuroo.

Despite those realities, he felt like things would be okay. Or at least, he knew Kuroo thought so, and Tsukishima had to put his faith in him. That positivity had become everything to him, the sliver of it kept him going.

But the familiar itch remained, didn't matter how patient Tsukishima could be. He just wanted to speak to Kuroo, to see him and--

The front door opened, like a dream almost, the universe granting Tsukishima's wish just one time. Kuroo looked beaten down, his eyes at the floor, the weariness etched into his handsome features. Not a good sign, especially when the vacation was almost over.

But Tsukishima didn't notice right away; he only saw Kuroo. The raven noticed him instantly, his head perking up, and his eyes filled with that familiar light Tsukishima didn't feel he deserved.

It made Tsukishima smile, his feet moving on their own accord to bridge the gap between them, to have a reminder that all this waiting would be worth it. "Kuroo! I--"

"Hey babe! Just in time!" Yuuji came barreling in behind Kuroo, the excitement barely concealed, and effectively grounding Tsukishima back to earth. "I want to show you something!"

Tsukishima tried not to let the shock or disappointment show in his face, and it wasn't too difficult. He yearned for Kuroo, but seeing Yuuji so upbeat was never something anyone could shoot down. He simply looked too happy, it would be like kicking a puppy.

Tsukishima smiled lightly as Yuuji ran up to him, grabbing his hands and pulling forward. Tsukishima laughed, but the confusion won out, and he glanced at Kuroo anxiously. For a sign, a warning, a reassurance?

Kuroo wouldn't look at him.

Tsukishima remembered how much he hated that. His stomach sank, and he looked back to Yuuji, unwilling to linger on those tired features for a second longer. Whatever was about to happen, he found himself apologizing to Kuroo for the hundredth time, sorry he'd had to endure this. If only he could've said it aloud, he would've tried to say so many things aloud.

"Let's go! Let's go!" Yuuji laughed, and Tsukishima had no choice but to consent to yet another surprise. He squeezed Yuuji's hands as he led him out the front door, and only when he couldn't turn back did he finally feel Kuroo's eyes on him.

--

"Surprise! Er...sorta? Mini surprise! Hardly a surprise at all," Yuuji's words were punctuated with nervous giggles and coughs, the likes of which Tsukishima hadn't heard since he'd first been asked out. It hadn't been too long ago, but Yuuji tended to be so sure of himself, so infuriatingly confident...

Now Tsukishima saw why. This was far from the typical surprises Yuuji usually brought to the table.

The first thing Tsukishima noticed after being led to the rooftop was the well concealed deck; the second had been...everything else. The string lights and paper lanterns wrapped along the rails, giving the space a gentle white glow. The light music coming from the speakers set up on a small folding table, and the plush knit blanket which lay across the floor, oversized and inviting Tsukishima to wrap himself in. It was the kind he liked, the kind he'd always look at in old magazines at the library when things were slow.

"Wow," he breathed, he couldn't help it. The place had obviously been cleaned up significantly, the floor only lightly dusted with pine needles, and atop the blanket sat a bottle of pink wine, the only type he liked to drink, and an assortment of food.

And like the predictable glutton he was, his eyes zeroed in on the dessert. Strawberry shortcake...another of his favorites.

In fact, even the speakers blared soft alternative music, picks from his go-to artists.

Tsukishima's heart squeezed like it was wrapped in garrote wire.

It hurts.

"Uh, babe?" Yuuji stepped forward, and even then Tsukishima noticed he was more dressed up than usual, with black slacks and a button up. Yuuji never wore formal clothes. He looked nervous again, his hand ruffling his gelled hair, effectively messing it up. Endearing, Tsukishima thought. "Is it...it's too much again, isn't it?"

Ah, had Tsukishima really been that bad? He guessed so. Then again, Yuuji's surprises never mixed well with him, those spontaneous declarations of affection. And then again, Tsukishima’s subtle ones had never been Yuuji's favorite either. He regretted that.

But this time Yuuji had obviously given it his all, had poured everything into this. And it wasn't grand, it was simple and quiet, just the way Tsukishima liked. It meant more than Tsukishima was capable of saying. He would've given back so much more if he could've, but deep down he knew it would never be enough.

Because even for him, with this date, the best kind of date laid out in front of him, it wasn't enough. But he still loved it, appreciated the softness and the effort enough for him to reach out and grab Yuuji's hand.

"No," Tsukishima shook his head, and it wasn't a lie. "It's perfect."

Seeing Yuuji's smile illuminate the world made the lump in Tsukishima's throat worth it, one hundred percent.

He did the best thing he could think of to take his mind off the pain as he sat down on the blanket, and he opened the wine. If there was a questionable amount in his glass, Yuuji didn't notice, gladly pouring his own.

He let the scent envelop him, the alcohol refreshing him like cold morning fog. He smiled into his glass; good thing Kuroo wasn't here, he hated wine with a passion. His loss.

"Whoa slow down," Yuuji said with a laugh, his smile as fond as ever. Tsukishima tried not to focus on it. "I don't think I've ever seen you drink anything other than beer."

Ha.

Tsukishima threw him an unamused look, tilting his glass in Yuuji's direction. Yuuji's glass clinked lightly against his, loud in the still evening air. "That's because you only ever have beer at your apartment."

"Well...yeah, I just assumed you were cool with it." Yuuji shrugged as he offered Tsukishima some of the french bread he'd brought, organized carefully in an old school picnic basket. Classic, a little cheesy, but fitting. Sadly, Tsukishima couldn't give it his full attention as the words rang in his head.

For whatever reason, he was getting tired of talking to himself when these things happened, so...he didn't. Tsukishima laughed as he took the corner of the loaf, popping it into his mouth. He couldn't focus on the taste. "You assume I'm cool with a lot of things."

He said it with a laugh, like a joke.

"Because you are," Yuuji said, laughing all the same. Because it was a joke, to him anyways. "I mean okay, not about everything. But most things right? I wouldn't like you if you were uptight all the time, you're totally laid back and...whatever."

The 'whatever' was followed by a wave of Yuuji's hand, which Tsukishima followed, swallowing more wine. It was a little cute, this idealized version of Tsukishima Yuuji talked about. He almost wished he was like that. Spontaneous, wanting to go along with 'whatever' no matter how tiring. No recharges, no alone time. Just the willingness to be towed around.

But they'd argued about this before. It wasn't like Tsukishima didn't communicate, he'd gotten fairly good at it actually. It never got them anywhere; either something went over Yuuji's head or Tsukishima's own. They could never please each other.

But Tsukishima would enjoy this night, he wanted to. No more of this back and forth. He'd endure for one more night, especially when Yuuji had remembered all this stuff about him, had tried so hard. Maybe Tsukishima had been too harsh; Yuuji pleased him when it mattered, and that counted for something.

"I admit," Yuuji continued, sighing heavily. His hand gripped Tsukishima's, and he could only listen, stunned. "I shouldn't have sprung this on you, coming here I mean. It was a bad idea, and I'm sorry."

The apology was quiet, but it was out there. Tsukishima's mouth opened a little, the words lost. Yuuji hated admitting he was wrong, detested it. And to bring up a fight they'd somewhat settled earlier...it had probably taken a lot out of him. But this apology was real, it wasn't a pause, wasn't shallow like the one in the morning. Yuuji wanted to bury this fully, and Tsukishima's burdened heart softened. His boyfriend was doing a lot of things for him tonight apparently; he cared that much.

Tsukishima's bit his lip, fingers curling in Yuuji's. The least he could do was return the favor. "I forgive you."

Regardless of what else might happen, the relief which passed between them made Tsukishima just a little readier to end things. Maybe that had been dangerous though; as the end felt nearer, the waiting got harder, and Tsukishima realized it way too late.

"Can I ask you something?" Yuuji asked, setting down his glass. His hand had begun to feel clammy. Tsukishima didn't even feel the need to be a smartass, not a good sign. But Yuuji did somewhat know him, and he rolled his eyes playfully. "After that one of course."

Dammit.

Tsukishima laughed as he scratched at his palm. The sound came out too loud, and he cursed himself again. His wine glass was still full, but the taste no longer appealed to him, or it wouldn't help anyways. He had a bad feeling, and so far his intuition had been spot on during this trip. The lights around him were too bright, the music not loud enough. It wasn't drowning out anything.

Above all, he wished Kuroo was there to help him. He would know what to say to make him feel like he could do anything.

He nodded stiffly, and Yuuji's hand pulled away as he turned to face Tsukishima fully, eyes burning. "What...do you think about when it comes to like, the future? Not like a specific time just, in general I guess?"

It was about as bad as Tsukishima expected, since there was no way the answer to this question would meet Yuuji expectations. The shock and panic must've shown on his face, and Yuuji backpedaled, waving his hands. "No, no! I didn't meant to make it sound--I wasn't implying, we haven't been dating that long! Like you said earlier...I was just curious I guess. We've never..."

We've never talked about it.

Probably for good reason. Tsukishima wondered if they'd both been putting off the inevitable, if both of them knew deep down this discussion couldn't possibly go well.

Tsukishima swallowed, shrugging as if he didn't know exactly what he wanted from his life. "Well, what do you mean?"

He breathed in once, and let the rest of the words escape him. "Tell me about you first."

Yuuji never passed up the chance, Tsukishima knew that, and he selfishly used it to his advantage one last time. He just needed extra minutes to prepare for Yuuji's smile to disappear, to see disappointment weigh down his youthful features. To keep in the tears.

"Oh man I don't know, it's kind of hard to fit together but," Yuuji said, the image and fantasy no doubt embedded in his mind. He most likely knew what he wanted as much as Tsukishima did. "I definitely want to live in a big city, bigger than ours, lots of people and things to do. I could never live in a suburb or out here, as nice as it is."

Tsukishima looked up at the starry sky at the same time Yuuji did, and he thought about how the woods had really grown on him, how willing he'd be to having a cabin of his own.

"And?" Tsukishima prodded, trying not to sound choked.

"Kids of course, two at least? I think that's a good number, especially for city living," Yuuji said, like he'd really sat down and thought about it.

Tsukishima didn't want kids.

"I love my job so that doesn't need much changing, but yeah I'd say that's what I'd want most," he finished, looking to Tsukishima, hands fisted in the soft fabric of the blanket.

Tsukishima didn't want to be there. Of course everything Yuuji wanted, included nothing Tsukishima did. How was he supposed to refute all that? Here? Now? If he lied...he couldn't. Would not. That would give hope to Yuuji, would make it seem like everything was fine, like things weren't approaching the end. It wasn't fair to him. Yuuji needed the truth, but god, Tsukishima wished he would've waited to ask.

The universe hadn't been on his side it seemed, it had just been kind to him all day in preparation for this. What a joke.

Yuuji kept smiling at him, and Tsukishima savored the image, smiled back hesitantly one last time before he fixed his gaze to the ground. I'm sorry.

Tsukishima sighed, and his voice was the smallest he'd heard it, so stilted and broken. "I'm not really...I don't really want any of that."

He swallowed. No, clearer.

"I don't want that. The city, the kids...both are too much. They're too much for me," he emphasized, because Yuuji's demands weren't out there at all. He'd find someone who'd love every single one. He had to know that.

The silence between them stretched on, and he watched Yuuji's hands uncurl from the fabric, but Tsukishima had partly stayed the same since high school, he was still a coward, he didn't want to look up, to see the consequences.

At least this time, he knew things had happened for the right reasons.

Yuuji's shaky reply hurt despite that. "Oh."

Tsukishima first instinct was to get up and pace the floor; he needed to do something to keep it all in, to squash it all down.

"I mean, we're both young though. You never know, we might change."

Somehow, Yuuji's words made Tsukishima's head snap up. The smile on his boyfriend's face was still there, if not stiffer now, forced into place like a law. Yuuji didn't want him to see how he felt. Great.

Tsukishima could've said so many things to rebuff that statement, to chase after Yuuji's denial and stomp it into the floor once and for all. Why did Yuuji have to cling so much? He knew, he had to know, and yet...

He cares about hurting you too.

Yeah, Tsukishima always forgot that detail. Breaking up with someone was never fun no matter how much it was needed. If Yuuji wanted to put it off, Tsukishima would be frustrated, but he understood like no other.

'We're not that young,' is what he wanted to say. Along with 'let me go' and 'stop doing this' but part of him knew the damage was done. It was simply settling into Yuuji's heart and soul, and sooner rather than later, it would overwhelm him as it had Tsukishima.

"Yeah..." He said instead, and the syllable shook as he let it drag out for too long, like he couldn't reel it back. Shut up, shut up.

Tsukishima wondered why all sounds of wildlife stopped as soon as something serious happened. Like the woodland itself was holding its breath, watching and waiting. He hated it; the silence it left sat too heavy between them.

Frustrated, he looked to the cake sitting a few feet from them, as sweet and fresh as thirty minutes prior. It hadn't been tainted by the atmosphere, but Tsukishima didn't know if he was hungry anymore. It was a nice reminder though, that this night hadn't been a complete drag. Maybe the ending had been ruined but...it had been his idea of a perfect date. He'd loved it.

Beside him, Yuuji chuckled, tapping a finger against the plastic casing of the cake. "You know, I've never seen your eyes light up like that, like when we first came up here. I did a good job I guess...with all this."

Yes, you did.

Tsukishima nodded, biting back another pathetic sound. "You did but, the cake was the real selling point."

Another joke of course, a genuine one this time. Yuuji had gotten way more than the cake right, it was kind of amazing.

Yuuji's brow furrowed, glancing at the glazed strawberries which sat on top of the sponge. "Is it your favorite or something?"

Tsukishima balked a little, his expression twisted in confusion. Was that supposed to be a joke? Yuuji's poker face was not usually that good...

He laughed anyways, because what else was there to do? "Uh yeah, I could eat this whole thing myself."

Easily too.

"Oh wow, good thing I got it then," Yuuji said. "I thought it might be kinda boring at first."

What...

That bad feeling was back, but he pushed it away so defiantly it hurt. It was just one thing. One thing out of everything else on the date which had been perfect. A happy coincidence. Didn't matter that Tsukishima had told Yuuji his favorite food on their first date, not at all.

But he had to be sure, always had to be sure, and he'd never considered that a downfall until now. "So...you didn't know? I figured with...the blanket, and the music..."

Yuuji's brows shot up, and he looked around the space, like he'd forgotten the elaborate setup. He shrugged, fiddling with the frayed edges of the blanket. "Oh, yeah I mean they're great. I'm glad you like them, but honestly I wasn't sure what would be good for a date like this. Kuroo told me everything so I just went with it."

The world tilted completely, and Tsukishima felt like he'd been shoved underwater.

"What?" He asked again, but he wasn't delusional enough to believe he'd heard wrong, he just didn't know what else to say.

"Yeah, the guy's always been a romantic," Yuuji said with a laugh, like Tsukishima didn't know that. "He suggested the music and everything, even picked out the blanket. Don't be mad! I just needed some extra help! And it worked out great! He was a big help huh?"

Yes, he was.

Because he knew what Tsukishima loved.

Tsukishima couldn't breathe, didn't know if it was necessary since he'd gone so long holding his breath this week. Kuroo. It had all been Kuroo.

Why was he not surprised?

Kuroo seemed to be everywhere, and Tsukishima didn't mind one bit, not an ounce. Right then though, he felt chained. He couldn't express that gratefulness, how touched he was, not to the right person. To be able to do that...

Oh. He'd have to let Kuroo down one last time after all then, wouldn't he?

What he'd thought earlier, about the end coming too ahead of schedule, this was what he'd meant and feared.

The next song which played was one he'd recommended to Kuroo during the first week they'd known each other, he'd taken out his headphones and let Kuroo hear the soft notes, the overly poetic lyrics.

This was the last barrier, broken down. Tsukishima couldn't do this anymore, and nothing would get to change that decision.

He stood up with a grace he didn't have, given the storm in his mind, but the resolve steadied him, made his limbs work. Yuuji tilted his head, questioning.

"I'm going to run to the bathroom," Tsukishima said, as calmly and flippantly as he could, already off in the direction of the stairs and down to the house. He moved like a robot, one directive, one goal. He felt like nothing could stop him, and he felt relief, real relief. Soon, it would be permanent.

If Yachi wondered what he was doing when she saw him walk straight to Kuroo's room, she didn't say anything about it.

Kuroo was pacing the floor of his room when he entered, trying (poorly) to act like he hadn't been doing so at the sound of a door opening. He'd flung himself onto the bed, grabbing the nearest book (a boot catalogue) and looking to the door.

Tsukishima's dumb, terrible actor.

All pretend stopped as soon as Kuroo saw Tsukishima's face. The way Kuroo's face lit up...half concern and half joy...

Tsukishima wished he could kiss him.

But if he let Kuroo get a word in, if he showed the slightest hesitation, he would be disappointed with himself. Even Kuroo had to understand, sometimes he'd have to be selfish. Not just for his own good, but...

"Kei, what's--"

Tsukishima backed up as Kuroo took a step towards him, and going against that magnetic pull felt so damn unnatural. "I can't do it. Not for another day, not for another second."

I won't do it.

Kuroo's eyes widened when the words clicked, comically, and Tsukishima still thought he looked handsome like that. The panic set into those sharp features, and again Tsukishima apologized on the inside. It was almost over. "What are you--did something--"

"Thank you for the date," Tsukishima whispered. He had to get that out of the way first. Kuroo needed to understand. The raven froze, caught red handed. Had he expected it to stay a secret? Probably. Kuroo was way too generous. "You let him use your ideas?"

You let him have what I'd given you, what you'd cherished about me.

Kuroo stared at the floor, the regret clear on his face. It could've been their first date, but Tsukishima wasn't about to dwell on stupid stuff like that. There would be more. "I...I'm sorry--"

"I'm not mad," Tsukishima said, and he couldn't raise his voice any higher. It stayed weak, choked, but this was hard for him. Kuroo reached forward, and Tsukishima was so weak, he let it happen, let those fingers curl around his wrist because it was less intimate than holding hands.

He'd held the wrong hand all night, and still he was being deprived.

"Then, why?" Kuroo asked, at a loss. So sweet, so caring. Tsukishima would make the bad decisions for Kuroo, so he didn't have to deal with this anymore. To make sacrifices. Kuroo, who still didn't get it. "I don't...It's one more night Kei, and then everything will be fine."

That was debatable, but Tsukishima understood what he meant. The original plan, the one they'd agreed upon. He was supposed to stand by it, but he wouldn't. After all this, he wouldn't pretend anymore.

It wasn't fair to anyone, and prolonging the inevitable made no sense. It hurt more this way, but for whatever reason, Tsukishima knew things would work out. He thought of Yuuji's strained smile when they'd talked about the future, remembered the hope dying in his eyes. They all knew it was time.

He could've said all that and more, but he knew the best answer, the answer he felt above all else despite his logic and reason. Tsukishima let emotion win out, and he tilted his head, imagining what it would be like to lean into a kiss right then...

"I don't want to spend another night...without you," he whispered, and he didn't mind the cliche of it all, or the fact he'd probably blush like crazy later over having said something so bold.

Kuroo's grip tightened on his wrist, his eyes softening from pain to acceptance, and that was all that mattered.

"Are...are you sure?" Kuroo whispered, his pinkie teasing the edge of Tsukishima's palm. Tsukishima smiled, knowing he'd already won. Kuroo knew the answer as soon as Tsukishima pulled away from his grip.

Kuroo was weak to him, and there was no guilt in taking advantage of that.

Tsukishima walked away, opening the door with a deep breath. If he stayed any longer...he wouldn't want to leave. He had one more conversation to have that night, and putting things off was no longer his style.

"Hey Tetsurou?" He asked, turning back one last time. Kuroo's head perked up, his feet planted to the spot as his eyes followed Tsukishima's every move. "Do you remember how I like my coffee?"

Naturally, Tsukishima knew the answer to that too.

Kuroo's brow furrowed in confusion, but he smiled all the same, smug. "Of course I do."

Yeah, of course you do.

Tsukishima laughed, gripping the door handle. "Then I'll see you soon."

And Kuroo, with his trust and blind faith in him, only nodded. "See you soon."

If Tsukishima regretted anything, it was leaving Kuroo here to deal with the goodbyes, but he doubted the raven minded. Tsukishima would wait for him to do things right, to come to him.

After all, they'd both waited this long.

[yukipri]

YOI Future!Verse ABO AU - How Chris joined the family

Chris is Yuuri’s 5th husband in our big polyamorous family, and back in November when I was doing the family portraits, I also typed out some text headcanons explaining how they joined which I posted on my Patreon.

For Chris’s birthday, I’m sharing Chris’s headcanons publicly today!

Long, under cut, Chris x Yuuri-centric!

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IF YOU ARE NEW TO THIS AU: It’s a Yuri!!! on Ice AU, Yuuri-centric with end-game polyamory in an ABO setting, Yuuri gets married to six mates and they have OC kids.

BASICS and timeline of this AU

OTHER POSTS (comics + illustrations) in the Future!Verse ABO section of my YOI Masterpost.

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Here's some headcanons for how Chris ends up in this family:

In general, it goes much like this: Victor and Chris have always been BFFs with a LOT of benefits, and while they've never been romantically in love they're very platonically in love, as well as sexually and they did a lot of their sexual exploration together.

Chris has always been very attracted to Yuuri and has been pretty open about it (especially his fondness for his ass LOL) but he's also never been interested in looking for a committed relationship. He likes being very open and having fun with a variety of people who're also interested in the same. He's an extremely experienced lover who always makes sure that his partner(s) are having a great time, but he just never wanted all the additional emotional stuff and makes sure his partners are always aware of this.

Yuuri in this AU is pretty demi--he's quite oblivious about romance/sexual attraction for the most part, and can't really feel sexual attraction towards anyone he's not emotionally attracted to first. He's definitely the wrong partner for a one night stand or a casual open relationship, and Chris figured this out pretty early (while they were still Juniors), and was content to admire from afar and tease once in a while, occasionally quietly scaring off people who didn't get it from the shadows.

Then comes college and Phichit, then comes along Victor and Yurio, and while Chris has always been a friend/friendly acquaintance? with Yuuri, with Victor comes a closer position to Yuuri. Then comes marriage and Chris was like whelp, he had fun with Victor and it's gonna be weird (and honestly a bit lonely) never seeing him in the bedroom again because that's something they've always had, but it was bound to end one day...but Victor was like that's stupid, if Yuuri's alright with it and Chris wants to continue their open sexual-platonic relationship, then that's something Victor wants too because while not essential to their friendship, it's still part of them and what they share.

And Yuuri's okay with it, he genuinely really likes Chris and more importantly knows and trusts Chris, has honestly known him (however from a distance) the longest out of all of them? And while Chris is very firm on his lack of interest in a committed relationship, he's also honest about his attraction to Yuuri, and Victor's pretty happy because his relationship with Chris is something he'd like to share with Yuuri too. Given his experience now with Phichit, Victor, and Yurio, Yuuri feels a bit more confident and honestly if he's gonna trust anyone else it's gonna be Chris and he'd be lying if he said he didn't find Chris attractive, so...

...is all it was supposed to be. Chris comes to hang out a lot because he's still Victor's BFF and Victor has a sweet house, he was already friends with Phichit but he's getting along better and better with the others (and for some reason often ends up coordinating with Otabek), of course he's delighted to share any time with Yuuri, the sexytimes are fun and flexible, and the kids are adorable and Chris doesn't see himself wanting his own so all the more reason to get attached to your best mate's, right?

And sure, when he gets a temp job in Asia he sorta more or less moves in (semi?) permanently (like why would you ever even think about a hotel if your friend lives in an ice rink-hot springs palace?), and sure he sorta gets his own personal room, and sure he sorta helps Yuuri train the lil ones at the rink and then helps Minami tutor the kids in schoolwork and yeah he just went grocery shopping so Yurio can make dinner but like, that's normal right???

Another thing that's sorta been on going with him and Yuuri that was supposed to be entirely a joke is that they call each other really disgustingly cheesy pet names. Like Yuuri in general isn't very fond of super coupley pet names and sure he'll throw around a "Yes dear," once in a while, he honestly cringes a bit at "Honey," "Baby," "Babe," etc. But with Chris it's always been nothing but play-pretend so they toss these around very casually without batting an eye along with the mutual ass gropes that have just become part of daily routine, and Victor finds it endlessly amusing because anyone uses those pet names and Yuuri'll make the Face of mild disgust.

And then there's Yuuji. This is going to be the topic of one the upcoming Yuuji-centric 4Komas, but Yuuji goes through a phase when he was younger and just starting to talk where he just calls EVERYONE "Papa." Because he likes the word, because there's a lot of Papas and the parents assume he's just trying to figure out who he can apply it to, there's a lot of people and it can get confusing so it's fine if he takes his time. Yuuji gets bored of calling everyone other than his actual dads Papa within a few months, but for some reason has NEVER stopped calling Chris and Otabek this. Even when he, like the other kids, learns to call the dads by first name when talking about them in 3rd person and there's a need to distinguish them, he still goes back to calling them "Papa" in 2nd person.

Yuuri's terribly flustered that Yuuji refuses to stop calling Otabek this even though Otabek says he doesn't mind, it's quite an honor really, and Yurio thinks it's hilarious, and Yuuji looks so smug Yuuri throws up his hands and goes fine! whatever.

With Chris though, it sorta very naturally falls in place with their Honey-Darling mock relationship, and whenever Yuuji says, "Papa," Chris always returns "Yes, son?" without batting an eye. They're pretty sure Yuuji knows that's not the case at this point but whatever, what's the harm?

...So one day Chris wakes up as usual in the Katsuki household with Victor snoring on one arm and Yuuri on the other, and Yuuri mumbles, "Good morning, Babe," and Chris automatically responds, "Morning Honey," and they kiss with nasty morning breath, and Yuuji pokes his head in the room and sees that Chris is awake and says, "Papa, the dogs want to poo," or some shit, and Chris is like alright son let's let the dogs go poo.

And while he's watching the dogs prance around in the back yard with Yuuji dangling from his back, drinking coffee that Phichit had made, Chris sorta thinks--what the fuck am I doing? And how long have I been doing this? Is it just me or has this been going on for more than a decade? When was the last time I had some fun (or even wanted to) with anyone outside this family?

...Is it just me or am I already more than committed?

........and then when Victor finally crawls downstairs and has his coffee too and Yuuri's still sleeping in with Yurio and Minami, Chris is like, so uh, mind sharing Yuuri's ring size...

And Victor may or may not have spat out his coffee before ringing Phichit down from his office and they may or may not have exchanged money because the fucks had apparently been betting on him and Chris just sorta groans because his friends are terrible but this is apparently his life now.

....is basically what I have planned at the moment ^ ^;;;;;