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phantomscorpios · 3 years ago

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Guess Who?

18+ (minors dni!)

In which the silver-haired Haikyuu boys have their way with you. It's up to you to decide who is who <3

Warnings: fem!reader, nsfw content, oral fixation, use of the word "slut," degradation, size difference,

Kita, Suga, Osamu, Lev, Semi, Bokuto

The first one is gentle with you. He grabs you by the thighs and pulls you down the bed and onto his lap so that you’re straddling his hips. The heat of his mouth is warm as he nips your neck, playfully. You let out a soft moan as his hand reaches down to knead at your ass. As you start to grind down on his cock, he buries his face even further into your neck.

“Fuck,” his muffled groan turns you on even more than you were before. And you can feel him getting more excited by the second. “Want you…” Suddenly he pushes you back down, onto the bed, and off of his lap, ignoring your squeak of protest. Immediately, his slender fingers are on your clit, rubbing and pressing against you. You squirm and buck under him, wanting more and more.

“Please,” you whine. His laughter, barely audible, is enough to send a shiver up your spine. “I want you inside of me.” At this point, you just wanted someone inside. It didn’t matter who.

“Patience,” he replied, firmly. His fingers traveled down you and close enough so he could massage your folds. “You’ll get what you deserve… slut…” You whined out at the degrading nickname, and bucked your hips back into his hand, eager to feel him.

And then, his fingers slipped into you. The gasp that escaped your lips was almost embarrassing. You could feel his intake of breath as you squeezed down on his fingers.

“So fucking tight… You really know exactly how to take a cock, don’t you?” His fingers started pumping in and out of you, drawing gasps and moans from your lips. “Have to make sure you’re ready for the others, okay?”

“Mhm,” you whimper, barely able to concentrate on anything except for his quick and talented fingers, thrusting in and out of you. It was an unbelievable experience. You could feel your first orgasm nearing closer and closer and you reached out to grab the bedsheet, trying to ground yourself with something. Because he knew exactly how to touch you with his fingers. “F-Fuck!” you gasped out, your back arching as the coil in your stomach snapped.

“Good girl” you heard him murmur as he pulled his come-sucked fingers out of your pussy. “Why don’t you lick up your mess, hmm?” You could feel fingers brush the side of your lips. “I know you can do it.” And then he was forcing his fingers inside of your mouth, eagerly. “Fuck, you’re good.”

The next boy is definitely eager. You can practically feel his excitement rolling off of him. You can feel his slender body creep up your body, littering you with kisses and soft bites, drawing gasps and moans from your mouth. He stops at your nipple, taking one in his lips, and sucking it, swiping his tongue across it.

“Shit,” you whine, immediately lifting your chest, eager to feel him more. “That feels good. Please do that more.” That only seems to egg him on, and he goes faster, seemingly eager to please you.

He reaches up with his other hand to grab at your other breast, letting out a little moan of his own. His hands are much larger than the previous boy’s, but they also feel smooth and gentle. Like his primary focus is on not wanting to hurt you.

He lets out a tiny hum, and you can’t help but gasp, reaching down to grab his hair. His lips travel down to kiss your stomach. Although he speaks less, you’ve noticed that he’s definitely more vocal with his whines and groans. His hands travel your sides as though he can’t get enough of feeling your body under him. You can feel him grinding against you, You couldn’t help but jerk your hips up, reveling at the gasp that escaped his lips. He pulled his lips away from your stomach and leaned up closer to your ear.

“Wanna fuck your thighs,” he mumbled. Excitement was woven throughout his request, and it was sending jolts of arousal throughout you. “Please let me?”

You obliged him, rearranging your body so that he was under you, his cock between your already sticky thighs. As he slowly began to move back and forth, you could hear him gasp and began to pant, as though this was his first time thigh-fucking. He leaned forward to press a kiss to your neck, his breath heavy on your skin.

“Fuck.” he murmured. “Feels good…” His breath was catching his throat and you could hear the whine escape his lips. “Gonna come on your thighs,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “How do you feel so good?”

You began to pant with him, matching him in rhythm and volume. It was sexy to watch him come undone underneath you, when you were barely doing anything. Watching him please himself with your body was arousing enough. And then he came with a whining groan, his hand gripping your hip tightly.

You let out a sharp gasp as the third boy’s fingers tangle through your hair, barely giving you time to process what was happening. He yanks you forward so that you are on your knees in front of him.

“Bet you’re enjoying this so much, aren’t you?” he hums. “Getting fucked by all these men? I bet it’s exactly what you’ve always dreamed about.”

A shiver shoots through your spine at the words, “like the good little slut you are…” escapes his lips. You can feel his cock brush your lips gently.

“Now, open wide.” His words are sultry and warm. His grip tightens, and you obediently open your mouth, eager to take him into you. Almost immediately, he presses you forward by your hair. It’s so fast and unexpected that you end up choking around it, having to reach up with one hand to take the base of his cock in your hand. It’s veiny and it is definitely a good size. It isn’t particularly large, but it isn’t exactly small either. Big enough to choke on, but not so big that you couldn’t handle it.

“Oh,” he murmurs. “You’re a natural… Just like I thought you’d be.”

You let out a muffled whine around his cock, sliding your lips up and down, swirling your tongue around him, eager to show him what you were made of. You want to show him that you are more than capable of pleasing him.

He relaxes his grip on your hair slightly and you can tell from the hitches in his breath and the soft panting that he’s getting close. You’re eager to make him come. You want him to come in your mouth. You want to swallow him whole and have him degrade you further for how much of a good slut you are.

The faster he forces you up and down his cock by your hair, the louder he gets. You can’t see him, but you could imagine his head thrown back and his eyes squeezed shut in concentration, chest heaving from the stimulation.

“‘Comin'…” he grunts, with barely any warning. And then, he’s coming down your throat, letting out a long sigh. He releases your hair and leans down to give your lips a chaste kiss. “Did so good for me. Knew you were good with your mouth.”

You can feel a whisper of a laugh on your skin as he pushes you onto your back, pressing his body between your thighs. His fingers brush your skin so softly that it tickles. You unintentionally squirm beneath him, trying to get him to move faster and stop teasing.

“You’re still so needy… even after you’ve had three men?” he taunts. “And you treated them all so well. I think you need some sort of reward. What do you think?”

“P-please do something…” you gasp out, feeling your body convulse under him. You’re craving some sort of friction. Anything. He hums, appreciatively.

“Whatever you say,” he muses. You can feel hot breath on your sex and you tense as his tongue licks a long stripe up your pussy. You gasp out at the stimulation, pleasure shooting down to your core. “Gotta reward you for being so good, right?”

He buries himself deep into you, fingers gripping your thighs so tightly that you know that there are going to be bruises tomorrow. He licks and sucks at your pussy, his deep moans sending vibrations through your body. You can tell he’s had experience with this, and you can tell he’s an eager tease.

Every time you feel yourself nearing an orgasm, he pulls his mouth away and laughs at your moans. You could tell he was enjoying this, possibly even more than you. The sadistic pleasure was cruel, and you wanted nothing more than to just come and get it over with.

“God,” you shiver out, reaching down to grab his hair, pushing him further into you, not being able to help yourself as you push yourself up into his face.

“Naughty…” he pulls back for a breath. “Only take what I give you, or I won’t let you come at all, understand?” and he returns to his position, eating you out, before he can even hear your response. You whine in frustration and want, anxious to feel that familiar feeling of pleasure shoot up into your body until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Come on. Be a good girl and come for me, okay? Come on my tongue.”

You’d been nearing your climax for a while now, but had tried to calm down, and not be too bad. You had a feeling that he would not be happy with you if you didn’t do what he told you. But now, he was giving you permission to release. And you do, with a loud cry, grasping the bed sheets between your fingers. He gives you one last lick, carrying you through your orgasm and then, he pulls away.

Hands and lips are all over you, kissing up and down your body, feeling you all over. Much like the second boy, he’s excited. He wants you and he doesn’t try to hide it by any means.

His hands are large and as he pins your hands above your head, you can tell that even if you wanted to, you wouldn’t have been able to escape him. His grip on you was just too tight. As he kisses your throat, leaving hickeys, you can feel one hand reach down to feel how wet you are.

“Good,” he whispers, amused. “They got you ready for me, huh? Now you won’t have any trouble taking me, right?” His voice has a teasing tone to it. “I bet I’m bigger than all of them. You’ll have to let me know.”

All of the sudden, he flips you over so that you’re straddling his hips. You can feel his cock brushing between your ass, and the knots in your stomach twist even tighter. He wasn’t lying.

“You can take me, though,” he murmurs. “I know you can.” And then he’s sliding into you. You gasp out almost immediately.

“T-too big,” you whimper, grabbing onto his arms. “Fuck!”

You can feel the pride rolling off of him in waves, and you can almost picture his smug smile. As he pulls out, you gasp, your hands tightening on him. His cock starts to thrust in and out of you, faster and faster. You can feel tears gathering in your eyes and your pussy clenching around him. He felt so big that you were barely aware of how you were taking him right now.

“I was right, wasn’t I? I am the biggest cock you’ve taken?” You can hear the pleasure in his voice, and your lack of a response is a good enough answer for him. He thrusts up into you, faster and faster.

Your breathing and whines get louder and more high pitched and you can feel yourself, once again, nearing an orgasm.

“That’s it,” he pants. “That’s a good girl for me. Why don’t you come all over my cock, hmm?” You can tell that he is on the verge as well, barely able to construct his sentences together.

And so you obey him, letting out a high-pitched cry as you come all over his cock, him still thrusting up into your body, till he’s coming as well. He let out a loud moan as he came deep inside of you, panting.

“Was that good for you?” he purrs softly, as you nod, sitting on his cock.

By now, you're so worn out, and you can’t help but to allow him to do whatever he wants to your body. He’s gentle though, kisses you and his fingers massage your waist, pulling you into him. You appreciate the softness of him--in his nature and in his body.

“Pretty girl,” he murmurs, brushing your hair out of your face. “Can you go one more time for me? I want to see you.”

You nod and allow him to lay you down on the mattress, leaving soft marks over your neck and your chest. He’s slow. Methodical. And although you want it so badly, you can tell he's needy too. He wants you just as much as the others, but he’s taking you into consideration.

“Gonna fuck you nice and gently,” he mumbles. “Treated everyone so nicely, and you did such a good job, didn’t you?”

“Mhm,” you nod, eager for him. “Yeah. I was good.”

“I know you were. But now it’s my turn. So I don’t want you to think about them and what you did for them. I just want you to think about me.”

You can feel butterflies in your stomach as he pulls you by your hips back into him, and onto his cock. You let out a soft moan, your eyes fluttering beneath the blindfold. You needed this so badly. For him to treat you well.

He fucked you slow, but his thrusts were deliberate. It felt that it was almost in a teasing way, but you could tell that that wasn’t his intention.

“Faster,” you pant. “G-go faster.” You can hear him let out a breath of amusement. And then, he’s pumping himself inside of you faster, letting out soft pants and groans. He grinds his hips into yours with a newfound sense of excitement. He wants you to come and he’s willing to do anything it takes to make it happen.

“Good girl,” he moans out, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you into him. “Gonna come for me?”

And those are the words that push you over the edge. You come with a cry, your back arching into the mattress. He pulls you back from the mattress, into his arms, burying his face into your neck and kissing you.

#haikyu x reader #haikyuu!!#kita shinsuke #semi eita #sugawara koushi #lev haiba #haikyu x y/n #bokuto koutaro #haikyuu x y/n #miya osumu

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persy-the-nugget · 3 years ago

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Has anyone else herd the song oh na by ty Dolla $ign? This is kinda connected to my other post about suga tendo kuroo and bo but anyway, I always picture these four singing it. Kuroo's Part would definitely be wiz khalifa, suga Would be the weekend, Bokuto would be Ty Dolla $ign at first and then Tendou would be Ty Dolla $ign in the third verse. I don't know why my brain does this but here's what I mean:

MINORS PLEASE DON'T INTERACT well I tried warning: cussing out the boonky hole and sexual themes.

This song ain't mine

[Intro: bokuto & tendou]

Tahahaha

I got a lotta cash

I don't mind spending it

Tahaha, yeah

Tendou on the beat, ho

[Verse 1: kuroo]

I'ma smoke this joint, then I'ma break you off

I'd be lying if I said you ain't the one

All these tattoos in my skin, they turn you on

Lotta smokin', drinkin'—that's the shit I'm on

Heard you not the type that you take home to Mom

Is we fucking when we leave the club, or nah?

I ain't spending cash for nothing, I wanna see you take it off

I'ma pop this bottle, you gon' give me brain, or nah? (Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)

[Verse 2: suga]

Do you like the way I flick my tongue, or nah? (Or nah)

You can ride my face until you're drippin' cum (Drippin' cum)

Can you lick the tip then throat the dick, or nah? (Can you do it babe?)

Can you let me stretch that pussy out, or nah? (Or nah, or nah)

I'm not the type to call you back tomorrow

But the way you wrapping 'round me is a problem

Ain't nobody tryna save you, baby, get that paper

Probably got a lot of other bitches owe you favors

Pussy so good, had to save that shit for later

Took her to the kitchen, fucked her right there on the table

She repping XO to the death (Ooh, yeah)

I'm tryna make these bitches sweat (Ooh, yeah)

I'm tryna keep that pussy wet (Ooh, yeah)

I'm tryna fuck her and her friends (Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Bokuto & Suga]

You gon’ run it for these hunnids, girl, or nah?

Show me, is you really 'bout your money, girl, or nah?

Don't play with a boss, girl, take it all (Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)

Took her for a real one, you gon' get it all (Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, oh, yeah)

[Chorus: Bokuto & suga]

Is you really 'bout your money, or nah? (Or nah, nah)

Can you really take dick, or nah? (Or nah, nah)

Can I bring another bitch, or nah? (Or nah, nah)

Is you with the shits, or nah? (Or nah, nah)

Or nah, or nah

Would you ride for a n----, or nah? (Ooh, yeah, nah)

Would you die for a n----, or nah? (Or nah)

Would you lie to a n----, or nah?

Or nah, or nah

Can you really take dick, or nah? (Nah)

Can I bring another bitch, or nah? (Or nah, nah)

Is you with the shits, or nah?

Or nah, or nah (Or nah)

Would you ride for a n----, or nah? (Or nah, or nah)

Would you die for a n----, or nah? (Or nah, or nah, no)

Would you lie to a n----, or nah?

Or nah

[Verse 3: Tendou]

Gi—Girl, make that ass clap for young Dolla Sign (Dolla Sign)

You already know my money go a long time (Yeah)

I could slide for it, like Nelly (Like Nelly)

I'ma go as far as you let me (Yeah, yeah)

Girl, is you sucking me and fucking me, or nah?

Can I bring another bitch? Let's have a threesome (Oh, yeah)

Keep saying you's a freak—you gon' prove it, or nah? (Grits or nah) (Yeah)

His bitch keep looking at me, she choosin', or nah? (On this dick or nah)

You's a ride-or-die chick, you with the shit, or nah? (The shit or nah)

Say you not a side bitch, you all-in, or nah? (All-in or nah)

You gon' make them eggs cheesy with them grits, or nah? (Grits or nah)

Can you do it like that on this dick, or nah? (Oh, yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Bokuto]

You gon’ run it for these hunnids, girl, or nah?

Show me, is you really 'bout your money, girl, or nah?

Don't play with a boss, girl, take it all

Took her for a real one, you gon' get it all (Oh, yeah)

[Chorus: Bokuto]

Is you really 'bout your money, or nah? (Nah)

Can you really take dick, or nah? (Nah)

Can I bring another bitch, or nah?

Is you with the shits, or nah?

Or nah, or nah

Would you ride for a n----, or nah? (Nah)

Would you die for a n----, or nah? (Or nah)

Would you lie to a n----, or nah?

Or nah, or nah

Can you really take dick, or nah? (Nah)

Can I bring another bitch, or nah? (Nah)

Is you with the shits, or nah?

Or nah, or nah (Or nah)

Would you ride for a n----, or nah? (Nah)

Would you die for a n----, or nah? (No)

Would you lie to a n----, or nah?

Or nah

😐

#sugawara x tendou x kuroo x bokuto x y/n #tendo satori #tetsuro #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsurō #sugawara koshi #sugawara #suga #koutaro bokuto #koshi #kuroo #Koutaro #bokuto #satori #Spotify

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tommybaholland · 4 years ago

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Hiya! I was wondering if I could request a one-shot with Sugawara where the reader is his best friend and secretly loves him but he doesn’t know? Then maybe another person catches his attention and the reader starts to distance themselves from Suga to try to spare themselves the hurt? Then maybe turns out the other person was just using Suga/wasn’t serious bout him and he realizes that the person he really loves is the reader but now they’re staying away from him and just angst and fluff and dramatic confessions?? Sorry if it’s far too much detail, I get carried away. Your writing is amazing, keep up the fantastic work!

somebody, some body

featuring: sugawara

goddddd i’m so sorry i am late with a post AGAIN. this has been way overdue to be posted actually, and last night i finished it and was almost done with editing but accidentally lost everything i added and edited in the draft :// so thank you for being patient with me! this ended up being pretty long, so hopefully that makes up for the wait :) anyway, i really liked this idea! i have a little personal experience with this kind of situation, so it was fun to explore those feelings a bit. thanks for requesting and enjoy!

you didn’t always know that you would be in love with koshi sugawara. your dynamic was always friendly, and nothing more. so where did you go wrong?

when you think back to your history with suga, you could never find yourself resenting any time you spent with him. it all started when you moved into his neighborhood and as a shy child, you didn’t have the easiest time making friends. but he was a kind boy who was around your age and made it easy for you to form a bond with him. after all those years, neither one of you had changed that much. you were still reserved at heart but, he was the one who pushed you to things that you both could enjoy.

one is joining the high school volleyball club together. you weren’t usually one to go outside of your comfort zone, but with him, you felt like you could do anything. he had you fuel your enthusiasm and you had him to thank for that. volleyball ended up being a great idea because it was quite a versatile sport that anyone could play. you found that you were quite athletic and took a liking to the libero position. there was just something exciting about digging a ball off the ground and rolling on the floor to get back up again. also, it looked pretty cool.

so that was great until you hurt your shoulder during a game, which ended up being more severe than it seemed. now you couldn’t lift your left arm very far over your head unless you wanted to dislocate your shoulder again. it was already a tough recovery period because all you wanted to do was get back to the game.

he was there with you for the entirety of it and even though he mostly encouraged you, he had to make sure you knew you wouldn’t do anything to hurt yourself. you felt helpless. it was the lowest he had ever seen you and he did everything he could to lift you back up again.

that was something you could never take for granted with him.

the thing about you and suga is that you were in constant contact, especially during school. if it wasn’t sending each other funny memes or tiktoks, you were either on snapchat with each other or texting. sometimes simultaneously.

are you alive??

yeah i’m awake, unfortunately

what do u want sugar-wara

whoa how are you up this early lol and sugar is my thing ok

let’s go get sweet buns before class

ur right, it is ur thing. ur sugar-wara

okay i’ll meet you by the light in 15

there was a lonely intersection in your neighborhood with a red stoplight that seems to have malfunctioned and now the light never stops blinking. you and suga lived on the same street, with the intersection being a perfect place to literally meet in the middle.

“hey, sugar-- uh oh. someone doesn’t look so sweet today!”

he was always so peppy in the mornings.

“yeah, well, maybe if someone didn’t wake me up with their annoying texts..”

“if you really don’t want to be woken up, you’d put your phone on do not disturb. you can thank me later for being your alarm clock.”

he gave you a bright smile and a few head pats before you set off down the road to your favorite bakery which happened to be on the way to school. you didn’t go every morning, but most days it was necessary for you to start your day off right.

“how’s the team looking this year, mr. vice captain?”

“pretty good, actually! four first years joined the team and one of them’s over six feet tall. our blocks will be unstoppable!”

there were several things you loved about suga but, if there was one thing you enjoyed most, it was hearing him get psyched about volleyball. even though you couldn’t play anymore, his undying enthusiasm for the sport made you feel like you were living through him vicariously.

“and there’s one who’s on the shorter side, only a little taller than noya. but he seems to have so much energy and drive, it’s just-- i don’t know, i have a feeling we could actually make it to nationals this year.”

“wow, that’s great!”

“you should come to practice and see them! also we just got asahi back so i need to make sure my sets really land.”

“kou, you know i love watching you guys but isn’t that what kiyoko’s there for?”

“well, yeah, but you know how i play best!”

“yeah, sure. it’s not like i have anything better to do.”

“you never let me down!”

his smile never let you down.

it was your senior year of high school and it felt like things were going to be nothing but great.

“so...speaking of you knowing me best,” he started rather hesitantly.

“what would you do if i...made you dinner?”

“i...what?”

“oh, uh, oh, no. not, like, i make you dinner but, like...rei finally agreed to come around tonight and i thought i’d make something for them.”

“oh, um,” you tried to force a smile. “yeah, i think they’d like that.”

“yeah? you don’t think it’s too cheesy or anything? we haven’t hung out very much but i’d thought it would be a nice way to show them that i mean what i feel, you know?”

“yeah, yeah! that sounds perfect, kou..”

if only they knew that they were so lucky.

you knew about this person, rei. they were your teammate and even a friend at one time. they transferred to karasuno during your second year and you bonded over your shared interest of the libero position. they didn’t get to play much that season until you got injured and had to quit playing.

to see them fill that position so easily, it made you feel so type of way. a way that suga couldn’t know because even though he was there for you, he couldn’t deny his feelings. you remember when he told you that he liked them. about how he’s liked them ever since they came to karasuno and about how he was nervous to talk to them.

and guess what?

you encouraged him. you encouraged him to try to pursue someone who you knew and liked, so now you had to hide that you were envious of both their position on the team AND the fact that your best friend is in love with them.

at first, you tried to look at it as a positive point. you were still friendly with them, but volleyball was the only thing that connected you so you didn’t talk to them that much anymore. but now that suga, the person you’re closest to, was talking to them, it opened up the possibility that you would be able to reconnect with them. you had to be supportive. you were his friend, his closest friend, after all.

the next morning you didn’t wake up from a text from suga. no, it took several snooze buttons to wake you up, which already put you in a bad mood.

it’s ur turn now. are u alive??

i actually woke up to my alarms, how weird. u must be dead lol

also have you done the english assignment yet? i need serious help >_<

you weren’t afraid to double, triple, even quadruple text him because more often than not, he did that to you. sometimes he’d even send longish paragraphs as he did later that day when classes had already started.

hey sorry today has just been filled with fun and thriving and good stuff! rei asked me if i wanted to meet up with them before school last night and they made me some sweet buns and they were soooo good. i think we’re going to eat lunch together with some of their friends from vbc. ugh english sucks for me too. idk why you think i’m good at it

you almost jumped at the gesture to reply. it was never this long that he would go without text you at least one dumb thing.

haha it’s okay don’t be sorry! so i guess last night went well?

also ur great at english sugar-wara what r u talking about??

it surprised you how quickly they seemed to become so friendly. it was kinda weird that he would already be spending a lot of time with her and now meeting all her friends. he probably already knew of them though, with volleyball and everything. the thoughts of how long you would have to wait for a reply crept in your mind, but that was quickly erased by an elapsed period of only a few minutes.

yeah it went great! they had never had someone cook for them before, so they really liked it. this morning they told me they’d show me how to make fried eggs bc i said i dont know how to use a stove lol

wait you made a whole meal for this person and u don’t know how to use the stove??

i used a crockpot and microwave ok :// don’t make fun of me dingus

well a stove would definitely broaden ur horizons lmao that’s nice it went well though

thank you i hope its going well

that conversation was truly the end of the beginning.

Every day after that seemed to happen the same way. you’d wake up, no text from suga. he hadn’t even replied to what you last said the previous night. you didn’t see him much either, but you knew who he was with probably. you would still stop by at volleyball practice where you did get to see him but they were there also. so you found yourself dipping out a lot more.

it just felt weird. seeing him talk to someone he didn’t even know before. they didn’t even know him. even when you two were on the team together, they never once showed much interest in him and now it just seemed strange that they would.

the transition was particularly difficult for you, as much as you didn’t want to admit it. one night you were so overwhelmed with work because you had waited too long to do it. frantically texting suga was an understatement.

you knew you couldn’t put all your reliance on him but it was weird that he wasn’t replying on a school night as he was just as much a procrastinator as you. you dragged yourself through the night, trying to put together a somewhat coherent speech for english the next day. which, again, started as it had for the past few weeks. you still hadn’t heard from him, but it doesn’t even matter anymore. by the time he replied, it was almost embarrassing on your part.

oh my god y/n i’m so sorry i didn’t reply sooner. i tried to get all my work done early so i could hang out with rei last night and i was asking my mom for advice and she told me to just pay attention to them as much as possible so i just wanted to be with them, you know? but i really hope you didn’t beat yourself up too much about it and that you got at least a little sleep. i’m sure your speech went well :)

you sounded desperate for his help and meanwhile, he’s genuinely trying to show someone how much they mean to him. could you look any more stupid?

you didn’t even want to reply but you felt like you had to.

no don’t be sorry koshi! if anything i’m sorry i was just super frustrated in the moment and didn’t know what to do. i managed to pull something halfway decent together i think so it’s all okay now

was it okay though?

that was when you realized that things would never be the same. you’re his best friend and that’s simply it. you mean something to him, but not the same something that they mean to him. you couldn’t go to him when you help because then you’d be taking his time away from someone who wanted to feel that special meaning. it was a hard pill to swallow, for sure. but there were still several questions that lingered in the potential of what your relationship could be.

isn’t it possible to be both a best friend and a partner at the same time? you didn’t see any problem with it, so why couldn’t it be true?

two weeks past and suga, your best friend, decided to let you in on some news.

going up against all these powerhouse schools is definitely tough but it’ll help our team in the long run. we’re really amped to play seijoh soon but also i have an s/o now who can come and cheer us on

WAIT you guys made it official?? when?

haha we’ve been official for like two weeks now

oh well that’s great!

(what the actual hell.)

months went by and you saw suga maybe two or three times. and only saw him, usually with the rest of the volleyball team or with rei and their friends. you texted now and then but it wasn’t the same. you had to accept that it wouldn’t be the same, so you did. you had a good group of friends who you spent more of your time with, as well as trying to focus as much as possible on school. entrance exams were coming up and you couldn’t let this be your downfall, even though you and suga had previously talked about possibly going to the same college together. but that wasn’t important anymore.

you had your priorities and suga had his.

which was the biggest reason why you decided not to go to the game against aoba johsai. you told him that you would try to make it, if schoolwork and college prep courses would lend you the chance. you were just trying to focus on yourself and work hard in on your own. you still texted him just to show that you still cared.

sorry i couldn’t make it to the game! how did it go?

we lost :’(( we were so close too

oh no :( i’m sorry kou. but i know you guys will get them next time!

he never replied, which only made you want to grow further from him.

summer vacation rolled around and it was about a month out from suga’s birthday. a strange text appeared from someone you didn’t expect.

Hey so I wanted to get manga for suga for his bday but I cannot for the life of me remember which ones he has so can you try to casually ask him which ones he has? like the next time you guys talk about manga or something?

you felt weird that they were asking for your help, considering that they now spent more time with him than you did. but you weren’t going to completely ignore them either.

to be honest we haven’t talked a whole lot lately but i’ll try to subtly ask him

Okay awesome thanks!

what were you thinking of getting him?

Deathnote lol nothing original

hmm maybe the new aot volume?

Yeah, that’s a good one. Or maybe BNHA

yeah that too! do you still want me to ask him?

Yeah could you?

yeah sure!

Yay thanks!

okay i’ll let you know what i find out

going through with this was even worse. if it were you, you’d take him to see his favorite artist in concert. he wasn’t never much of a concert guy but he would talk about how badly he wanted to go see them live. or a more lowkey and personal option would be to customize a crewneck for him. you had a knack for designing and decorating plain-looking clothes and he would try to do it himself but would always remark how much better yours always turned out.

but this time you’re simply the messenger and wouldn’t get that chance to get him something you know he’d love. not that he wouldn’t like manga, but it just seemed like they weren’t putting a ton of thought into it. maybe you couldn’t blame them though, it had only been a few months that they had been dating.

that conversation honestly seemed more out-of-the-blue than anything, but you were hoping that suga would be as oblivious as ever. it didn’t even matter in the end because he never even answered your subtle way of asking. you didn’t feel like double texting because a.) you hadn’t done that in months and b.) it seemed too obvious.

in the end, you did all that you could do and told rei that you had no information to provide, even after a week had passed. that was your, now monthly, interaction with suga that month.

but it wasn’t like you weren’t thinking about him.

your interactions moved from text to strictly snapchat, where you would hold streaks for considerable amounts of time. but every time you seemed to break contact with him, you found yourself blaming them. but you couldn’t blame them. they were with him, dating him. they had a right to claim a spot by his side. you had learned to pull back and just live your life.

but life didn’t want you to have a great time either. albeit through a simple app like snapchat, he was the one asking you if you were okay. at this point, you would probably just deflect but somehow, you found yourself telling him about how you didn’t do so well on your entrance exams, despite having done what you could to prepare for them. you just thought you were so focused to do well, but maybe it was too much focus. you told him it would be alright. another notification came through.

snapchat from sugar wara

you opened it to a selfie of him, one that was angled upwards to position him looking right up into the camera, his wide hazel eyes being the centerpiece of the photo. the caption simply said, “promise?”

and that was when it happened. you felt something different in your heart like it was knocked around in your chest. you smiled at the simple response and replied, “yeah i promise!!”

it felt strange, but you finally admitted it,

you were in love with koshi sugawara.

timing was, without a doubt, a demise in all of your previous relationship endeavors. you could never seem to get that part right, also coming in too fast or not knowing if you should wait. you had only hoped that someone you liked would like you just as much. so catching feelings for someone, strong feelings at that, was not part of your current life plans. let alone with suga, someone you were, at one point, extremely close to.

you know so much about him and what scared you was that your confession would be the only one that could mess up whatever relationship you had left with him. why couldn’t you just enjoy where you stood with him? why should your selfish feeling have to get in the way?

stupid was an understatement as you how you felt. he was still dating rei, and that didn’t look like it was going to end anytime soon. you didn’t know what to do or how to cope. you can fight your feelings, but they can’t change right away. and for as long as you’ve known suga, the history you’ve shared with him, it seemed like these feelings weren’t leaving anytime soon.

you spent the next couple of weeks trying to get everything out, while simultaneously trying to forget. you vented about it to your friends and while most of them offered advice, you stuck with just remaining stagnant. one of them suggested that you confess to him but that was what you feared most: that your feeling would become so overwhelming that you had to do something impulsive to relieve them. he would probably never talk to you again. there was nothing you could do. he was in a relationship with someone he really likes. why would you try to ruin that for him?

you didn’t go to any of the preliminaries, mostly because of prep courses and trying to prepare for the next round of entrance exams. you still kept up with suga and saw that they won in the game against seijoh and we now going to the finals against shiratorizawa. you swiped up on his story and typed a simple, “omg that's amazing!! see I knew you guys could do it.” you continue to scroll through your phone, not thinking that much about it until a notification popped up.

sugar wara is typing…

snapchat from sugar wara

yeah it was great! Wish you could have been here though :(

me too! college prep courses seem to have been taking up all my time :P

is there any chance that you could try to find time to come to finals?

we've been trying to get all the support that we can

plus it would be nice to see a familiar face there :)

yeah i'll see what i can do to try to be there!

wymd a familiar face? hasn't rei been going to the prelims?

they have been but we actually broke up about two weeks ago

i sort of initiated it but i promise it's okay

your eyes almost fell out of your head when you read that 2 weeks ago you were talking about how you were in love with him and were and decided to accept that it wasn't going to happen. now you're hearing that at the same time they had broken up? It seemed odd and... bittersweet.

oh no i'm sorry kou :(

you bit your lip as you couldn't help but ask.

wdym you initiated it tho?

so kageyama has been killing it as our setter especially with his quick attack move with hinata

rei was worried that i wasn't being treated fairly bc i'm a senior and vice-captain and all that. i tried to reassure them that i just want to see our team thrive and go to nationals but they still were worried about it and would talk about how they would go to games and never see me play once

it's been hard especially that it happened right before the seijoh game and now before finals

yeah i'm sure it's been difficult

but don't beat yourself don't blame yourself so much! the team needs your support just as much as it needs players. nobody could replace that :)

thanks y/n :) i appreciate you so much

although you thought you would be happy, you can’t help but still feel weird about this whole thing. you felt like the ball was in your court but your bum arm couldn’t receive it properly. your feelings for him had been strong and you felt like you had to pack them all the way so now it just felt wrong to let them flow out again. but now that there was no conflict of interest, did you have to hide your feelings?

it was more complicated than it was before. you didn't know how anything was going to play out at all and that kinda scared you. you did know one thing though, and that was how to be a loyal friend to suga because that's all you ever were from the start and that's what you could and would be for the future.

it was the friday before the finals game.

you decided to stay late after school to maximize your focus on studying. it seemed to have worked because the sun was going down before you knew it. you wanted to get ahead on work so you could go to the game tomorrow. you and suga had been talking more recently and while it wasn’t as much as it used to be, it was more than it had been in the past several months.

you quickly gathered up your things and left school for the night. the pretty orange and pink sky lit your way home through the quiet town and into the residential parts. at that point, the dark had met and light and-

“y/n! hey, wait!”

you turned to see none other than suga, jogging up behind you to catch up. you smiled at his sudden presence, looking past him to see the small group of the rest of the team.

“hey! funny seeing you here.”

“yeah, haha,” he chuckled, catching his breath from suddenly running a considerable distance. “are you going home?”

“yeah.”

“can i walk with you?”

“of course.”

great! so i’m guessing you stayed late at school? you’re still wearing your uniform.”

“oh, yeah,” you affirmed, looking down at your monotonous outfit. “i just wanted to be all caught up on work and studying so i could go to the game tomorrow.”

“oh, yeah? that’s good to hear! yeah, we were-- we just had a late practice. coach left before us but we wanted to stay a little longer.”

“i hope you guys win tomorrow, it seems like you’ve been working really hard.”

“yeah, i hope so too. we’ve come a long way in such a short amount of time, it just feels like we can’t stop now.”

you nodded in agreement. there was a beat of silence just then, and while it wasn’t awkward, it felt like something was lingering in the air.

“so, um,” he spoke up after several seconds. his eyes met yours and you felt that pang in your chest again, quickly looking away. “it’s been a while, huh?”

“yeah. yeah, it has, i guess,” you laughed lightly. you reached the intersection with the never-ending blinking stoplight and you turned around to face him.

“but i guess i’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

“yeah. yeah!”

“okay, get some sleep. goodnight.”

he nodded and you grinned at him before turning around to walk the rest of the way home until his voice stopped you again.

“hey, y/n?”

“yeah, kou?”

he looked down and all around, anywhere but your face.

“i, um, i know things have been kinda weird between for a while but it’s made me realize that i missed you, a lot.”

“yeah, i missed you, too.”

“but it’s also made me realize that i enjoy spending time with you and talking to you. like, even now, just talking to you makes me feel-- i don’t know. it makes me feel at ease like i’m home. and i’d really like to spend more time with you because i, um, i really like you.”

“you, you what?”

“i really like you, sugar.”

in all the ways you had imagined this happening, you never thought that you would feel your face fall to a frown, your heart beating in your ears. something just didn’t sit right with you about it.

“i, i, i don’t know what to say...”

“it’s okay if you don’t! i just wanted to tell you.”

“but why are you telling me this now?”

“do you-- do you not feel the same?”

“no. no! i’ve been wanting to hear you say something like that for so long, it’s just. you broke up with rei not too long ago and-- i don’t know. something isn’t right about it.” you shook your head, unsure of what you were trying to say.

“it’s how i feel,” he shrugged. “i just wanted to tell you and have a good feeling to hold onto to make tomorrow a little easier.”

you looked at him in disbelief.

“oh, so you think you can confess all that to me right before this big game and that i’ll automatically reciprocate those feelings when you just broke up with someone not even a month ago? i’m not a second choice--”

“no, sugar, listen, that’s not how i meant it at all--”

“no sugawara.” those words made him go quiet instantly. you never used his full name, there was always some sort of play on it, so this was serious.

“maybe that’s not how you meant it, but that’s how i’m taking it. i’ve been wanting to tell you for so long how i felt but i wanted to respect your feelings so i didn’t. so please, respect mine. i’m not the good luck charm that you can just confess to and expect that it’ll all be okay. this just isn’t right. i’m sorry, koshi.

your voice broke as his name left your lips, tears beginning to fall. you didn’t even give him a chance to respond, a rush of adrenaline telling you to quickly turn and get out of there.

you didn’t get much sleep that night.

it was hard not to think about your conflicted feelings over suga’s confession. you had hoped for that moment for a long time but the timing simply wasn’t right. how funny and ironic is that? you thought your timing was off. maybe you were meant for each other in that way. you couldn’t help but let your feelings get the best of you and you were beginning to become what you feared most from him. you thought he would immediately reject you and make you feel bad about ever saying anything about how you felt. but the roles are reversed and that was the part that blindsided you the most.

you didn’t think that how you reacted was wrong but you also couldn’t imagine how he was feeling right now. he just wanted to feel good right before a big game but that backfired right in his face. some might call it karma, but part of you thought he didn’t deserve it.

the pressure was setting in as the game went into the fifth and final set. what made it worse was kageyama wouldn’t be starting that set, his nose bleeding from the spike he took to the face. suga was genuinely thrilled to be a teacher, a mentor, and a support system for his fellow teammates. he didn’t mind that another, rather talented, setter had joined the team because that meant he wouldn’t have to worry about passing the position over to someone who he thought didn’t deserve it.

he almost forgot he was actually a player on the team when everyone looked to him to fill in. this was his moment and it just happened to be at the most overwhelming part of this game. Both teams were tired while simultaneously running on pure adrenaline to see who was going to come out on top.

suga had an opportunity, not only to start the set but be the trailblazer for their success.

the nerves set in as he held up the paddle with the number nine on it, kageyama holding it up with him for a moment. It was symbolic in a way. suga always thought he’d be passing the baton to him, his successor as karasuno’s official setter, but this felt just as sentimental. Suga hadn’t played much this season but he got to watch the team grow into something that it once was: something great. They’ve had their share of loss and strife but it finally seemed like they had come so far and the only direction they can go is up.

the nerves set in as he looked around, anywhere to ease them. His eyes automatically went to the team banner, black with the simple word ‘fly’ written over it, where all the school and their supporters were watching. he went down the line quickly but the wave of a hand caught his eye. his eyes shifted back and felt that familiar grin on him.

it was you.

“c’mon suga! You can do it!”

and so he did.

once the final ball hit the ground, the room was quiet with shock. it had been tight for most of the game but no one really expected this outcome. they were going to nationals. daichi, suga, and asahi embraced, taking in the satisfying feeling of victory.

after the awards ceremony, you were buzzing with excitement for them, trying to calmly follow the rest of the crowd out of the gym. you could tell they were somewhere along the hallway as another crowd formed to congratulate the winning team. you weaved in and out of it, even getting on your toes to see if you could spot a familiar head of gray hair.

you finally caught a glance at him from afar, his smile growing as his eyes locked onto yours.

“y/n!”

you mimicked his expression and found your feet moving quicker than your brain could process. he put in the same amount of haste to meet you in the middle. you both stopped at about an arm’s length away from each other. his flushed cheeks and slightly red but glistening eyes held your smile as you decided to speak first.

“hey, kou.”

“hey, sugar.”

another minute couldn’t be wasted as you finally crashed into one another. it felt better to hold somebody that you knew and genuinely loved. you could be sure that he felt the same way as he held your body tightly against him.

heyo haikyuu night! send any requests right here..

#haikyuu x reader #sugawara x reader #sugawara oneshot #sugawara fluff #sugawara angst #tommybaholland

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mxtcha-tea · 4 years ago

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Truly Greg

✎desc; haikyuu as Danny Gonzalez quotes (out of context)

✎pairing[s]; haikyuu x reader (platonic? romantic? who knows)

✎genre; crack

✎languange[s]; english

✎chef note; self explanatory (also using text type dividers cause this is gonna be so much)

✎warning; cursing, mentions of death, pulling out your organs (one time only), beating up someone, degrading and bad sex jokes(?)

Yamagata:"WHERE ARE THE GIRLS"

»»---------------------►

Atsumu:"What's up guys, I've finally escaped from the serial killer! My life's in serious jeopardy right now so make sure you smash that like button guys!"

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Terushima:"Don't worry," *smirk* "We're the good guys ehehe—"

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Daichi:"If we don't see anything in that basement, you better get your ass back in that house and you're gonna stop complaining, alright?!"

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Hoshiumi:"FUCK THAT ALLIGATOR"

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Tsukishima:"You fucking bitch. You think anyone could ever love you? YOU'RE GONNA FUCKING DIE BEFORE ANYONE LOVES YOU! NO ONE, WOULD EVER LOVE YOU. UGLY BABY, UGLY BABY!" *menacingly points at a child*

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Ennoshita:"Basically, if you're not normal, you're gonna fucking suck at everything. You're not going to be able to do, all the other things people could do. Basically, what's gonna happen is that you're gonna lose at everything all the time and we're making this movie, to children, to introduce you to that harsh reality, right away"

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Suga:"I have always dreamed about water, living in it, tasting it, BREATHING IT, LOVING IT, LOVING THE WATER—"

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Konoha:"Holy shit, this room's small as hell. Hey, try not to be an anti social little bitch the whole time, alright?"

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[y/n]:"Excuse me, can I go to the bathroom?"

The whole Shiratorizawa:*GASPS*

Yamagata:"WHAT THE FUCK—" *looking around in fear*

Semi:"The bathroom..?"

Kawanishi:"I haven't seen anyone gone to the bathroom in 15 years..."

Tendou:"Why would anyone go to the bathroom??"

Reon:"This doesn't make any sense!"

Goshiki:"Guys, my bones are getting squishy" *flailing his arms around*

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Bokuto:"Akaashi, you forgot to pay the electricity bill again!" *trying to turn on the lights but missing everytime*

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Kenma:"END THE SCENE, END IT NOW!"

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Kiyoko:"Suga, she's trying to teach them on how to be ladies. Do not tell them about butts, ladies are not suppose to know about butts"

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Mattsun:"Now, this is your side of the room. I've leave it completely untouched, I didn't go over your closet and smell your clothes and rub my bare butt all over your bed. So you don't have to worry about any of that"

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Tendou:"Sex mode activated!" *spins with flashing lights around* "It's fucking time!"

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Sakusa(?):"No girls, no parties and no fun. You're not allowed to date anyone while I make this app, [y/n]. You're mine, [y/n]"

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Yamamoto:"THEY'RE BEAUTIFUL, KENMA! DON'T YOU GET IT?!" *runs towards Kenma and passive aggressively hold his shoulders* "THEY'RE BEAUTIFUL, THEY'RE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PERSON I EVER SEEN! AND THEY DOES LAUNDRY, KENMA. THAT'S THE ONLY THING I KNOW ABOUT THEM, KENMA!"

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Suna:"Okay, I'm gonna say the 'c' word, everybody ready? Commitment!"

Atsumu:"AGHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Osamu:"NO—

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Asahi:"I hope this is a 'smooth' ride, ehehe..I just genuinely hope, that it is a smooth ride. And I don't know anything, that will lead me to believe, that it won't be"

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Yaku:"[y/n]?? On an app?? Meeting people?? Nuh uh"

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Bokuto:*standing while smiling at the camera*

Bokuto, a few minutes later:*started looking dripping af with a backward cap and sunglasses, cake getting bigger while still smiling at the camera*

Bokuto, in another few minutes later:*Is now a wizard with a big cake while still smiling at the camera*

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Fukunaga:"Oh, look at this! Look at this lady getting shot right in front of me, that's kinda fun"

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Oikawa:"Alright gang, let's punch this bitch" *started punching a bitch with rhythm* "And one! And two!"

Seijoh 3rd year and [y/n]:*doing the same* "And one! And two!"

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Ushijima:"Bounce and have fun, I don't care. Yeah you found a trampoline, who gives a shit? Just bounce and have fun. You don't have to tell me everytime you found a bounce here"

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Futakuchi:"Oh yeah daddy" *snickers* "Oh yeah daddy, chase me down the streets!"

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Kuroo:"Come come everybody just come, JUST COME! Don't ask any questions, let's together bath"

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Akagi:"Kechaw!"

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Kyoutani:"Hey can I rip up your stomach and pull out your kidney?"

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Aran:"Ah, I'm a busy businessman, gonna drink some water" *taking a sip*

Atsumu:*with his shirt half up* "I can suck your dick"

Aran:*chokes on water*

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Inuoka:"Wait, that's not papa. Who the fuck is that? DID THEY GET RID OF PAPA?? DID THEY GET A DIVORCE OR SOMETHING?? YOU'RE NOT PAPA, WHERE'S PAPA???"

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Semi:"Listen to this song, vibe it. Really, really dig on it, chew it, munch munch crunch it, throw it up, groove with it"

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Noya:"[y/n]'s cooking me dinner? And now they're sitting??" *Laughs*

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Lev:"Think you ain't beautiful? Stop that! Stop it right now! You think you're not beautiful?" *pauses while thinking* "Stop that!"

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Koganegawa:"I will pay, 20 thousand yen, for whoever can find me [y/n]—"

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Aone:"You beautiful, you strong, you healthy, you, good grades, handsome"

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Makki:"Oh no! Oh, dammit! This really ruins my whole day! My friend breaking his neck and shit. Oh no..."

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Kageyama:"GIVE ME THAT, FUCKING ICE CREAM"

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Akaashi:"I was a perfectly frozen statue! Nothing could hurt me, I was basically in a coma! But then you kids had to come and touch me, and now I can't go two seconds without falling out of a wall and shattering into pieces. Do you have any idea how hard it is to be an egg? No, you've never been an egg in your life! Next time I shatter, can you just let me die? Don't get the horses and the men, don't get the rabbit or the mouse, just let me die, please"

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Hinata:"Mmn, men's tea" *sipping tea with his pants on fire* "This is what I wanted"

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Takehito:"Oh hey man, huh"

Kamasaki:*menacingly jogging towards him*

Takehito:"Hey dude! Good to see you" *waving his hand*

Kamasaki:*Keeps jogging*

Takehito:*smile slowly turns into a frown* "Oh no..."

Kamasaki:*grinning scarily at him while STILL jogging*

Takehito:"Oh, no, no, GOD NO, NO!"

Kamasaki:*pushes him and started punching him*

Takehito:"WHY???"

Kamasaki:*kept on punching* "You're my best, friend!"

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Hirugami:"Hey dude, you really need to turn your life around. You're making everybody sad, watching you. You can stop that"

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Kindaichi:"I'm gone, I'm GONE, I'M GONE"

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Yamaguchi:"Alright, let's try onnnnn" *put the mirror in front of a figurine* "this guy" *holds it up*

[y/n]:*pops up in the scene*

*eerie music starts*

Yamaguchi:*smile flatters*

[y/n]:*looks at yamaguchi and stopped smiling* "You can see me..."

Yamaguchi:"...what?"

[y/n]:"You...you can see me" *points at themself*

Yamaguchi:*shaking slightly* "Who are you...?"

[y/n]:"Finally...."

Yamaguchi:"Huh..."

[y/n]:"FINALLY, I'M A REAL PERSON!—"

Yamaguchi:*puts the mirror down as the figurine turns back to normal* *sighs* *looks back at the camera* "It didn't work"

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu crack #haikyuu fluff #?#maybe #will add more tags later cause my dumbass accidently post this #smh it's okay since I've already finished it anyway

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1tsnoya · 5 years ago

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hmm can you write some lists for the karasuno boys (kageyama, sawamura, sugawara, nishinoya)? some ideas could be 1. favorite body part (like are they a boob butt or both guy) 2. how they cuddle 3. how they react to lingerie 4. weird kinks heeh 5. how much skinship/ intimate they are thank you!!

reblogs > likes currently because i’m shadowbanned>:( i’m so sorry to be a pain but my blog’s interaction has um — yea it’s bad LOL. thank u soso much ily i’m sorry<3

✧･ﾟ relationship headcanons ✧･ﾟ

pairings: kageyama x reader, daichi x reader, sugawara x reader, nishinoya x reader

warnings: some suggestive hc’s

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* :･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

kageyama

what is their favorite body part/feature?

↳ i feel like he’s more of a butt guy

↳ ON THE DOWNLOW THOUGH

↳ but he really likes your hands, he’s always doing something with them

↳ he fidgets with your hands, holds them tightly in private, rubs circles in your palm, and if he’s feeling affectionate, he’ll plant a kiss on them

↳ this boy takes care of his nails so you best bet that he’ll make sure yours are nice too-

2. how do they cuddle?

↳ surprisingly, he’s a huge cuddler

↳ however, he prefers being like that in private

↳ loves half spooning. that’s his thing

↳ falls asleep when cuddling. he’s out like a light when you’re just there with him. he feels safe with you

3. how do they react to lingerie?

↳ SO FLUSTERED AT FIRST

↳ like he couldn’t look away but felt weird staring

↳ then you got closer to him and...WHEW he just pounced on you

↳ the dom side of him comes OUT when you wear lingerie

4. any kinks?

↳ praise him and bby will become putty

↳ i feel like just seeing your face flushed while he’s railing you gets him off

↳ ^^ or hearing you moan his name, just eggs him on

5. how intimate are they?

↳ intimate in private. not in public, he’s too shy for that

↳ at first he felt weird being affectionate but then got super used to it

↳ like i said earlier, you help him feel safe. hugging you and cuddling with you helps calm him down after a long and/or hard day

↳ he’s such a virgin when you first meet him but as your relationship goes on, his sex drive increases

↳ and boy does he get good at it 👀

daichi

what is their favorite body part/feature?

↳ boob guy. that’s it.

↳ remember that whole poster thing in the club room?? yea... he likes tiddies and it’s confirmed

↳ itty bitties, big ones, in the middle, don’t matter !

↳ on the softer side, he really likes your smile or how flustered you can get around him

↳ those shits make him 💞💓💕simp hard💖💘💓

↳ like if you get embarassed and your cheeks go pink, he’ll look at you and smile

↳ just admires you tbh. you make him soft

2. how do they cuddle?

↳ BIG SPOON OBVI

↳ he feels weird being little spoon hsjskh

↳ but yes he is very big into spooning

3. how do they react to lingerie?

↳ as soon as he sees you in lingerie, he gets whore-KNEE

↳ like he’ll grab your waist, pull you closer, and tell you in your ear, “you look so good baby”

↳ he’s a dom (obvi) so goes WILD bruh

↳ 3 rounds or more... i said what i said

4. any kinks?

↳ DADDY KINK

↳ call him daddy.. wow he will lose it

↳ ^^ he just thrusts into you harder

↳ very into thigh riding.. pls ride his thigh have you seen them?

5. how intimate are they?

↳ i’d say he’s pretty intimate. not so much but likes to show you off every now and then

↳ holds your hand in public, yuh loves dat shit

↳ he won’t tell the world that you two are together but has no problem being affectionate in front of others

↳ sex wise, oh boy he’s good

↳ a lil nervous at first but once you two start, he’ll go ham

↳ by that i mean that he’ll completely RAIL you

↳ def has your legs shaking and begging for more

suga

what is their favorite body part/feature?

↳ hmm i see him as more of a butt guy

↳ suga is a softie but he is also a very slick guy

↳ if you give him a kiss and walk away, you best believe he will sneak a look at your butt

↳ if we’re being more pure — YOUR LAUGH

↳ your laugh drives him crazy

↳ it makes him smile and get all red

↳ just reminds him how lucky he is to have scored someone like you

2. how do they cuddle?

↳ he’s SUCH a good cuddler

↳ he’s just always warm? and is always so comforting? ugh <3<3<3

↳ rests his head in the crook of your neck<3

↳ like kageyama, he falls asleep when cuddling. he’s all warm and cozy so it’s perfect

3. how do they react to lingerie?

↳ wow he loses it when he sees you in lingerie

↳ like just.. heart eyes for you. his lips are already on yours when he sees you like that

↳ the dom suga really comes THROUGH

↳ he’ll like suck at your neck while teasing you with it on

↳ oh believe me he just... sigh you two had a VERY good night

↳ cuddles after duh

4. any kinks?

↳ being the slick shit that he is, he probably loves edging you

↳ “what was that baby?” while your begging for more, “you want me to what?”

↳ ^^yes he’ll have a shit eating grin on his face too

↳ tbh he’s into whatever you’re into. he’s chill and down to try new things with you!

5. how intimate are they?

↳ aww he loves letting people know that you two are dating!

↳ he can gush about you for hours and how happy you make him

↳ forehead and cheek kisses are very common in public

↳ sex with him is either soft and passionate or ROUGH. just depends on his mood

↳ either way, it’s perfect mwah chef kiss

nishinoya

what is their favorite body part/feature?

↳ boob guy boob guy boob guy boob guy-

↳ like daichi, size doesn’t matter, he just APPRECIATES them

↳ 1000% stares at them and lays his head against them-i’m sorry but he does

↳ he also really likes your legs — whew

↳ LETS BE PURE AGAIN ! luvs luvs LUVS your smile

↳ seeing you smile makes his day so much better

↳ he tries to make you smile/laugh all the time just so that he can admire it. baby boy loves it so damn much omg-

2. how do they cuddle?

↳ i am so soft for this boy

↳ HE’S LIKE A KOALA

↳ always wants to cuddle with you

↳ plays with your hair when cuddling

↳ and when you two cuddle, he never wants to leave. he’ll just talk to you about his day and ask about how yours was

↳ long talks during cuddle time = his favorite thing EVER he looks forward to it 24/7

3. how do they react to lingerie?

↳ oh wow you already know he jumps up when he first sees you

↳ and is dragging you to the bed

↳ eats you out like that and then rails you. mwah perfection

↳ he asks you to wear lingerie more often. it just. it excites him to another level-

4. any kinks?

↳ edging and overstimming obvi

↳ when you dom, please praise him, please pull his hair, wowwie he will MELT

↳ ride his face ride his face RIDE HISFACE-

↳ he’s so into it. he’ll constantly ask you to do it

5. how intimate are they?

↳ so affectionate in public

↳ wants to SHOW YOU OFF

↳ everyone knows you two are dating. it’s just.. they have to

↳ quick pecks and nose boops in public. occasionally a little smooch to your nose

↳ lots of hold handing. lots of it.

↳ if we’re talking seccy times.. he is so intimate

↳ his stamina is HIGH so you best bet that he’s going for a few rounds

↳ when he’s horny, he is NEEDY. quickies are common

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haikyuu-fics-and-aus · 4 years ago

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How Haikyuu Characters Reject a Confession

@avylee Hi!! Can I please request how Daichi, Suga, Noya, and the Miya twins would reject a confession?

Hi!! This was sooooo fun to write! Sorry it took me so long -_- My computer broke in the middle of writing it so I had to send it in. If anyone has anymore requests feel free to send them in!

Daichi:

Your heart was beating out of your chest as you gripped the note in your hands so hard you thought it was going to disintegrate. Calm down, you thought, your going to be fine, the worst thing he could say is no, right...?

You didn’t realize the final bell had rand until someone tapped you on your shoulder. “Hey, are you alright?” It was Kiyoko

“Oh yea! I’m fine. I gotta go.” You quickly gathered your things and ran towards the door.

Once you were outside it was very easy to spot your him: Daichi Sawamura. He was talking with some other third years with Suga right behind him. God he was beautiful, you thought.

You did a nervous half-run-half-walk thing over to him, it must of looked ridiculous but that didn’t matter, it was time. “Um- Daichi, hi.” You tapped on his shoulder (having to stand on your tiptoes to reach.)

“Oh, your the girl from my English class, Y/N right?”

“Yeah...um, here!” You shoved the envelope in front of you, he took it, confused.

The envelope was purple with white writing on the front of it with the word “Daichi” on it. He tore open the top and pulled out a folded up piece of paper.

You waited apprehensive as he quietly read the handwritten letter, his friends standing behind him trying their best to read the page for themselves.

Maybe you were looking too close into things but the further he head down the page the deeper his frown seemed to get. And finally, after countless awkward minutes of waiting he finally said something.

“Um Y/N, this is a sweet letter and all but... I’m not really looking for a relationship right now.” He was blushing at this point. “I’m really sorry-it really was cute! I’ve never received something so nice from someone before I just- I have a lot going on in my own life right now I just can’t handle a relationship. I would love to be friends though and we can go from there!” He smiled which you returned to hide your disappointment.

“It’s ok, I understand!”

Suga:

It was valentine's day, the most romantic time of year, it was time. You couldn’t wait any longer, you had to tell him.

The hallways of the high school seemed to be filled with love, everyone was either holding hands with or at least gawking over their boyfriend/girlfriend. You made your way over to the science classroom during free period, that’s where Sugawara Koushi spent most his time when he wasn’t in the second gym.

He was sitting in his usual spot next to the sink, reading a book. He looked so adorable in those reading glasses, he should wear them more often. He smiled when he noticed you approaching him. “Hey Y/N, what are you up to?”

“Nothing much, I-um...I just wanted to tell you something.” You played with your fingers nervously.

“You can tell me anything, what’s up?”

You sucked in a deep breath, why was this so hard? You talked to him everyday so why was this any different? Just say it, you thought.

“Suga, Umm...I don’t know how to word this so I’m just going to go out and say it. I have liked you since first year. You are such a nice person and one of the sweetest and most empathetic person I know. I don’t know if you feel the same way or not- I bet you have a lot of girls who are coming at you like this...I thought I would just give it a shot.” That was probably the most awkward thing you have ever said. There had to be a better way to say that.

He looked at you with sad but compassionate eyes, “Oh Honey, I’m very touched, thank you. You are very smart and peppy and one of my favorite people to see everyday when I come to school but...I’ve been dating someone for almost a month now. I thought you knew-if you didn’t that's ok. But I couldn’t ditch my partner like that. I hope you understand.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, you put your hands to your mouth, “ I’m such an idiot...I’m sorry I didn’t know. I shouldn’t of said that.” The tears fell from your eyes, you couldn’t help it.

“Hey, it’s alright, I’m not mad-I’m rather touched actually.” He pulled you into a hug, you let him.

Even though you couldn’t be his significant other he would always be your best friend who was always there for you. No matter what.

Nishinoya:

You watched as the smallest person on the court dug the ball out of the court. Noya was surely amazing, he was the only person you have ever known who could move like that.

Karasuno won the set 15-24, one of the best games they’ve ever played. It was time now, you thought.

You followed the team out to the main lobby, looking for the boy in the orange jersey. He was standing next to Tanaka and Ennoshita (Who was trying to keep the latter under control)

You made your way over to the group, “Hey guys” You said nervously, even though you were in the name class as the Libero you have actually never attempted to talk to him.

Tanaka looked at you in awe-struck, “Oh hey....person.” He didn’t even know your name.

“Y/N!! What’s up!” Noya interrupted his friend.

“Hi Noya, Um- I just wanted to say, you played really well today.”

He slung his arm around you, “Awe! Thanks!”

“I-um, wanted to-um ask you something. I really like you, you are an adorable kid who I wanted to be friends with the first day I saw you. You are really nice and I want to be closer to you-”

You were interrupted by Tanaka’s and Ennoshita’s laughing. “What’s so funny?” You asked, tears building in your eyes.

“Umm, Y/n I’m flattered but...” He started laughing even harder. “You are not my type.”

“What?” You said confused. “I don’t understand why that's funny...”

Tanaka took his chance to answer, “Y/N, it’s because your a she, not a he.”

You started laughing hysterically, “Well shit, I guess I had no chance in the first place.”

Miya Atsumu:

He sat next to you in class, his locker was right next to yours, your heart belonged to him... but he didn’t know it yet.

Miya Atsumu was probably the most popular person in your high school, there was no way you’d have a chance with him, but it was worth a shot.

It was almost perfect, you had on your best skirt, it was navy blue with white buttons just off-centered and a button up white shirt. Your makeup was beautiful, now all you had to do was work up the courage to say how you feel.

There was a huge crowd of people around him during lunch, boys and girls alike. He seemed to be enjoying all the attention, unlike his brother.

“Hey Atsumu.” You smile, trying not to blush through your makeup. “C-can I sit here?”

He barley even acknowledged you, “If you can find a spot.” You did.

The other girls at the table glared at you, almost like they knew what you were going to say. You went on anyways. “Hey Atsumu....I-um...I like you.”

All he did was smirk, “I know honey.” Osamu slapped him on the shoulder. “Oh-oh! You’re being serious!”

You nod, trying to hold back tears. “Yeah...um- sorry...” You say before running out of the lunch room.

Atsumu’s eyes widen, “What the hell did I do?!” Osamu slaps him again, “And why do you keep hitting me Asshole!!”

“That was rude Atsumu... you don’t have to be such a jerk all the time. She just tried to ask you out you know.” Osamu rolled his eyes.

“Shit not your making me feel bad”

“You should! No go apologize to her you dickhead!”

“Right right...” Atsumu stood up quickly and went to go find you.

Miya Osamu:

You walk into your Home EC class, not expecting the sight you see in front of you. Miya Osamu, the new student who transferred a few days ago.

“He’s kind of hot- in a mysterious way I mean” Your friend said a few days ago, you agreed- obviously.

Of course with your luck you were paired with him on the first day, it was a cooking class. He looked you up and down with a slightly disgusted look, you decided to ignore him.

“Hi...My name’s Y/N, what’s yours?” You knew his name of course, you just needed an ice-breaker question.

“Osamu, do you know how to whip eggs?”

“Y-yes?” You didn't. “I’ll get to that right now.”

You start “whipping” the eggs, it definitely wasn’t going well- egg whites were flying out of the bowl and hitting your face. Once Osamu saw this his eyes immediately widened, he quickly came up behind you and helped steady the bowl. “No no no, not like that- you gotta use a whisk.”

He grabbed a whisk from the jar behind you and puts it in your hand, wrapping his around yours. You let your arm go limp as he guides it in circles through the bowl. You could feel your face going red.

After a few minutes, he lets you guide the whisk yourself, “Like this?”

He smiles, “Yep.” His smile drops when he sees your face, “Are you feeling ok? Your face is flushed.”

This immediately made your face blush harder, “Oh- I’m fine, I’m just not used to working with cute boys.” You immediately clip your mouth shut. For the love of god, stop talking.

He chuckles, “Thanks, I wasn’t expecting that.” He pours the whipped eggs into the pan, “But just so you know, I’m not interested in a relationship right now.”

You knew it was coming but it stung a bit. “Oh, I know. I didn’t mean for it to come off that way.”

“It’s alright.” His smile was almost angelic, “Let’s get back to cooking.”

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shishinoya · 5 years ago

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request | “hi hello! id like to request hcs of our karasuno boys and how theyd ask their crush out to prom or hcs of whatd prom with them would be like :3 (you can take your pick!! its just my proms just around the corner and im not really feeling it haha) anyways i hope you had or have a great day, stay safe and dont overwork yourself aka take a rest every now and then ♡” — anon

mY LORD I SUCK AT ANSWERING REQUEST AIOVBAISCUBA i’m so sorry that this is late >< I HOPE I CAN STILL MAKE U FEEL THE PROM MOOD DURING THIS SAD TIME

[ Karasuno ]

okAY let’s start with our gentlemen

ya kNOW daichi, suga, ennoshita, and narita will be those knights in shinning armour and sweep you off your feet

goes kinda all out

flowers in hand and probably has a cliche and cheesy but really sweet pick-up line

like something where he brings sunflowers and has a sign where it says “will you be my sunshine at prom? <3″

or even brings you a rose and asks “be my guest to prom?”

cheesy but it’s cute so you are legally not allowed to say no

it’s the law

they’ll be all blushy and smiley while asking and it helps mask their masSIVE anxiety levels rising

if you say yes aND HOW CAN YOU NOT??? they would probably engulf you in a hug and maybe pick you up

suga might start hitting you because of how happy he is and you have to endure the pain because that smile ;-;

daichi: *nervous but happy laughs*

happiest men on earth and rivals those who are getting married

nEXT is the soft uwu bbs

asahi, yamaguchi, and kinoshita are our babies

just a bundle of nerves

would just whine and complain about how they would never be able to ask you out and how hopeless they are

just doubts themselves a lot and like nooooo :(

takes a lot of encouraging and maybe locking you two in a room with no way of escaping :eyes: but they finally ask you out

stutters and their face is so red you could fry an egg on their head

poor boy takes his time asking you out bUT HE SO CUTE THAT YOUR HEART JUST JUMPS

nothing over the top because he probably doesn’t like all the attention but then he worries if he doesn’t seem like he’s trying hard enough

he is, but he’s just really nervous

if you say yes, they might burst into tears especially asahi

you just make them so happy that it’s hard for them to keep in all their emotions

might ask you if you’re sure you wanna go with them and it takes you all your strength not to hug and comfort them

because they couldn’t be anymore perfect

now we have our tsunderes

kageyama and tsukishima

tHESE TWO WOULD AVOID THIS AS MUCH AS THEY COULD

but it takes kuroo and bokutos “tsuUKIIII”s and hinata’s insulting that get the two boys to excitedly reluctantly start planning

probably packs a small gift like package for you

thinks signs are useless and prefer to use his words

but when it comes to actually asking you, they get tongue tied

does that tsundere trope where they look away and shove the bag into your arms

they have a blush on their face

“go to prom with me b-baka”

blunt, but the it’s the thought that counts and the gifts that he gave you are really sentimental and sweet

if you say yes, tsukki would probably try to hide his face and clear his throat

he thinks you can’t see his smile, but you do ;)))

kageyama would just not be able to form proper words let alone sentences

he would just poof and get even more red

AND FOR THE FINAL ONES YOU HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR

THE DUMBASSES THAT MAKE THE BEST PROMPOSALS

these are the crackheads

nishinoya, tanaka, and hinata

hinata would probably just get overly excited and not even think about how over the top or extreme he was going with his proposal

but nishinoya and tanaka

they... they are a different case

if they find you in the halls, be prepared to get tackled with hugs and a claim that they will protect you from the competition aka, other promposals

would probably do the shit where he fills your locker with bananas and just stands there all proud with a sign that says “i am bananas for you! prom?”

you would be so embarrassed but they would still be there smiling like fOOLS

if you say yes all three of them would be over the moon and start exclaiming their love for you

hinata not as much but he woULD be jumping so high he could touch the roof

they are kinda of stupid but they’re trying so you can’t shoot them down

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insfiringyou · 5 years ago

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BTS - They use sex toys with their girlfriend (all members)

Contains Soft smut. Hard smut. Various sex toys and aids. Fluff. Rimming. Anal play. Jungkook’s birthday. Mentions of marriage.

Set at various points in each member’s relationship with their headcanon girlfriend, these scenarios contain a lot of essential plot elements, Easter eggs and minor spoilers for future fics.

You may also be interested in our scenarios where the members visit an adult toy store with their girlfriends (please note Jimin’s scenario here takes place with an ex girlfriend - Angel)

Find out more about our headcanon universe and original characters here

To read each member & their girlfriend’s headcanon universe fics in order, follow the links here: RM / Jin / Suga / J-Hope / Jimin / V / Jungkook

& Our full masterlist can be found here

Rated content below the cut

Jimin (& Ara)

Set around 9 months before Jimin’s military enlistment

“How did it go?” Jimin’s smile was obvious as she walked through the door, placing her set of house keys in the ceramic dish on the top of the cabinet in the hallway. She cast an eye on the wooden furniture a little unfavourably, thinking that she would have to repaint it to match the pastel wallpaper she had picked out to redecorate the apartment. Her thighs ached like mad, but she matched his grin as she slipped her handbag from her shoulder and wrapped her arms around her boyfriend.

“I messed up a few steps.” Her fingers splayed across his shoulder blades, holding him close with a blush. “I never was a natural dancer.”

“It gets easier.” He promised. “I messed up all the time when I just started out.”

She pulled away with a timid smile. “I doubt that’s true.”

“It is.” He laughed. “And you have a better voice than me. I bet they’ll want you as lead vocalist.”

“Maybe…” She pressed her cheek to his, admiring how soft his skin was against hers and the fragrant, fruity scent of shampoo from his sandy hair. “You smell nice.”

“I had a bath.”

“Lucky for some.” She smirked, pressing her lips to his skin. With the older members enlisting, he had never had so much free time. At least he was keeping on top of the housework, she thought to herself. They had moved in together the month before, shortly before her audition, and while there was still work to do on the decor, his apartment was beginning to feel more homely to her.

“You could have one too?” He suggested. The claw tub was a new addition to the bathroom and one which had been getting plenty of use since she had started dance practice, with her limbs often sore and achy when she came home in the evening. Jimin had been able to help with that too...there was a bubble bath he had recommended to ease her tired muscles and, she had to admit, it had worked wonders so far.

“Maybe…in a bit.” She shrugged. Having showered after practice, all she wanted for now was to get out of her tight exercise clothes and into her favourite pajamas. With a quick peck to the lips, she led the way into their shared bedroom, loosening the cord on her latex pants as he closed the door behind them.

“Do you have a name yet?” He asked as she slid her pants down her legs, feeling his mischievous eyes burning into her backside as she revealed her panties. Even in comfy shorts, she knew he found her sexy.

“Me or the group?” She turned with a grin.

“Both.”

She shrugged, moving onto the figure-hugging vest. “Not yet. We have some ideas…”

“Care to share?” The soft sound of settling bedsprings filled the room as he climbed casually onto the duvet, watching her unclasp the front fastening of her sports bra.

“It’s a secret.” She grinned, pulling the grey fabric away from her perky breasts and watching as his eyes roamed over her gentle curves. “I think Ara’s easy enough to remember though.” Moving her hands to the back of her head, she unfastened the band which held her hair up, allowing the dyed locks to fall over her shoulders. The ends were a little curled from the shower and brushed her collarbones.

“It’ll make things a lot easier...if you keep your name.” He agreed, slowly getting up from the bed to join her.

“Yeah.” She agreed, bridging the gap between them with a small smile. She pressed her lips gently to his. “I wanted to thank you…”

“For what?” Jimin asked, unable to stop himself from smiling at her sweet taste.

She sighed quietly. “I know you had something to do with getting me the audition.” His coy expression a moment later told her everything she needed to know and she hit his shoulder lightly with her fist, grinning.

He let out a cry of pain, mocking her, before he held her steady by the hips, looking her in the eye. “I thought you didn’t want to be an idol.” He teased.

She felt herself blush even harder, her cheeks stained pink. “I just want to sing...” She shrugged shyly. “It doesn’t matter where.”

Jimin touched his palm to her cheek, cupping her face. “I love you…”

She felt her chest flutter at the sight of him, his warm touch so tender after a hard, tiring day, and found herself pressing her lips against his once more, opening her mouth against his - wanting him to know how much she appreciated having him around - having his love. He moaned into her mouth as she flattened her body against his, feeling her bare breasts against his chest. A moment later, his lips were kissing them gently, sucking the little buds of her nipples as she moaned above him, moving her hands from his shoulders, to his hair, to his cheeks, unable to find a stable position to hold them in.

Feeling worked up, she eased him away from her breasts and edged him towards the edge of the bed, pushing him gently into the covers by the centre of his chest. With a grin, he let out a soft cry as he fell, bouncing his body a little dramatically on the pale-green duvet as her hands moved to his jeans.

“What are you doing?” He grinned, looking up at her as she unfastened the metal button above his zipper and began the process of freeing him from the confines of his clothes. He didn’t protest, instead aiding her by raising his hips when she moved onto his white shorts, and spreading his legs as she nestled between them on the covers. “Oh!” He let out a gasp as her lips closed around him, sinking down his length as her fingers probed further down, nails grazing his balls, moving lower still until they reached his thighs. He didn’t have time to think through what she was doing and intuitively lifted his hips as she pushed him back, his cock slipping from her mouth as she moved between his arse cheeks and began to lick around the tight pucker of his anus.

“Does that feel good?” She asked, allowing her saliva to pool around his opening before trailing her tongue along the skin. He could only nod, though she couldn’t see it and, taking his low moans as a good sign, continued to lick him gently.

“Oh, baby.” He cried, maneuvering himself to slide his arms from the loose material of his baggy shirt and lifting it over his head. She smirked at the change in motion, pulling back to observe his naked body as he lay spread-eagled on the bed. Her eyes darted to the only remaining item of clothing and she let out a small, breathy laugh.

“Do you want me to get your socks?” She offered.

He grinned in reply and she slid them from his feet, throwing them to the floor. Running his hands through his hair, he looked a little embarrassed. “Do you still have that vibrator I bought you?” He asked with a blush, his cheeks stained.

“It’s in my draw, why?”

He smiled. “It might feel good if you…”

He did not need to finish. She brushed past the bundle of socks and underwear in the bottom cabinet before finding what she was looking for. It was bubblegum pink, but she didn’t think that would matter. Turning it on with a soft hum, she returned to the bed and got herself comfy on the sheets, moving the little bullet along the pucker of skin she had moistened with her tongue. The sounds he made below her were enough to tell that the vibe had been a good call and she couldn’t help but wonder whether this was his first time trying this.

“Do you want me to put it inside?” She asked timidly, not knowing if it would feel good or not.

“It’s okay…” He whispered, protesting gently.

With a smile, she moved back in, giving him a tentative lick before rubbing the area gently, massaging him with the little toy as he whined in pleasure. She became lost in her motions, knowing she was pleasuring him in a way she had never done before, and almost forgot about his erection until he came, harshly, spilling himself on his toned stomach. Her tongue continued for a moment longer until it became obvious he was too sensitive from his orgasm and wanted her to stop.

Wiping her lips, she moved away slowly, almost unable to believe what she had just done. He looked at her in awe as she climbed from the bed, wiping her lips gently with the back of her hand.

“I hope you liked it.” She smiled, turning the device off and moving onto her panties which, in the moment, she had forgotten all about. “I’m going for a bath now.” She smirked, feeling his eyes on her as she left the room.

RM (& Ji-eun)

Set two days after the events of ‘RM’s girlfriend teases anal sex’

“Do you really have to go back?” The sheer black fabric skimmed her thighs, revealing the lacy panties underneath as she moved closer to the double bed where her boyfriend sat, propped up against the headboard, dressed in his boxers. The sight of her in the doorway made him stir, but the prospect of returning back to base the next day caused him to sigh.

“You know I do baby.” He shook his head, gesturing for her to move closer so he could admire her body in the new lingerie she had bought. The fleshy curves of her breasts arched over the delicate trim of the bodice and he wanted nothing more than to run his fingertips along them and watch her skin soften to his touch. The burgundy dress she had worn to the group dinner the previous evening was not her usual colour, but it had suited her immensely; the slit which ran along her thigh allowing him to caress her skin under the table. He had wanted her so badly last night, but she had fallen asleep upon their return to the shared apartment, the cocktails which had accompanied her plate of spaghetti causing her to pass out while he brushed his teeth in the en-suite.

Instead of moving towards him, she eyed the half full bottle of red she had opened two evenings before, shortly after he had returned home. He watched her reach for it and protested gently.

“It’s only 3pm…” Her hand snapped away and she looked at him seductively, a single eyebrow raised. “Come here…” He beckoned, pulling the bedsheet aside to allow her to straddle his lap as he pressed his mouth to hers. She opened her lips against him, running her hands along his bare shoulders, her fingernails gently skimming his skin. Pulling away, he admired her up close; the trails of dark hair which had slipped from her high, casual bun he tucked behind her ear as he kissed her again. He felt her moan against him as her fingers brushed his erection, softly at first, before holding his strained outline through the fabric of his underwear.

Moving one hand from his body, she reached over to the bedside table, her lips never leaving his as she blindly rummaged through the top draw. He was about to ask what she was searching for, but a moment later she broke the kiss with a smile.

“Do you want this on?” She asked, holding up a small, black object.

His mouth opened wordlessly as he looked at the cock ring, remembering how they had bought it together early on in their relationship. It had been part of a set, to be enjoyed by couples, but the fact it was so casually stored in the bedside table told him that it must have worked just as well for solo pleasure. The thought of her using this against her clit while he was away made him twitch against her crotch.

“Mmhmm.” He finally answered, savouring her touch as she silently grasped his waistband and slid his boxers down a couple of inches, enough to free his throbbing cock. He kissed her warm chest as she switched on the device, moving it down his member slowly; the sensation of being squeezed and constricted incredibly sexy as her hands followed, cupping and grasping him. Gently, he eased her bra underneath her nipples, watching more of her skin become visible and cupping her breasts from underneath, feeling their comforting weight in his palms. Her panties were damp against his thigh as she gently moved her hips, angling herself to allow contact with her clit, and he smoothed his fingers beneath the crotch, feeling the neat, straight trip of her pubic hair and the soft, wet skin below.

“Slip it in…” She whispered, pressing her lips to his forehead and resting on her knees to allow him to adjust position beneath her, holding himself straight as he nudged past the gusset of her panties, pressing inside her. She let out a cry as she settled against his lap, his cock filling her and the low, pulsating vibrations of the ring spreading through her lower lips. Gently, they began to rock together as she wrapped her arms tightly behind his neck, holding him close.

“Does it feel good?” He asked breathlessly.

“Yeah…” She moaned. “My clit feels amazing…”

“You feel amazing…” He replied, moving his hands to support the firm cushion of her backside as she shifted above him to rest her weight on the soles of her feet, angling more of her pussy against the soft hum of the vibrator as she began to move once more on his cock. He kept his hands against her bottom, encouraging her as she rode him.

“I’m so wet…” She gasped, feeling her eyes begin to roll back in her skull at the sensation spreading through her clit.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” He grunted, feeling his own orgasm from deep within his balls, the tight, delicious sensation of the ring combined with her slick warmth encouraging his climax.

“Yeah…” She moaned, her black hair clinging to her forehead which shone with perspiration. Her thighs and calves were beginning to ache from the position she was in and she didn’t think she could keep up her movement much longer.

“Cum around my cock…” He said between gritted teeth, watching as she gasped for breath above him, smoothing the damp strands away from her face as she whined.

“I’m cumming…” She finally cried out, fighting the cramp in her calf which threatened her balance as she kept up the rigorous pace. In reply he moaned, feeling her squeezing him down below, massaging the head of his cock while the vibe worked the base. “Fill me up…” She begged, tipping herself over the final edge as she reached her climax.

He followed moments after, clutching her forearms to hold her steady as he pumped himself into her, grinding his hips against her pubic bone as he came. Her breath was ragged and he switched off the device quickly, knowing she would be sensitive and needing to be held still for a few moments more before he finally pulled out of her, his aftermath messy on the sheets and her black panties.

They were quiet as they cleaned up. He changed the bedsheets as she showered, before stepping in himself as she left the room. She was already sleepy when he returned, despite it being early, and he stroked her bare calf lovingly as he joined her on top of the bedsheets. Cautiously, he opened his mouth to speak - to reassure her that he would be on vacation again before she knew it, but she turned away, curling her body against the duvet.

“I don’t want to think about it…” She murmured, as though anticipating what he was going to say.

“Okay.” He agreed and nestled himself against her body.

Jin (& Min-seo)

Set 3 months after the events of ‘Trouble in Paradise’

“You feel so good…” Jin cried out gently, running his hand along her hair as she worked him slowly, her lips wrapped lovingly around his cock. He was laid flat on the bed, eyes half-shut as he focussed on the pleasure she was giving him, her body nude and warm, curled at the bottom of the sheets.

Having been away from her for so long, he could never take moments like this for granted, and he could tell she was likewise getting so much from being able to have him again; to kiss and hold him whenever she liked without having to worry that he would eventually have to leave her.

Her pace was moderate, working him up slowly, and when she eventually pulled away and his eyes snapped open he couldn’t help but be thankful that she hadn’t tipped him over the edge; that he could love her more with his body. As she moved up, he cupped the bottom of her swollen breasts, running his thumbs gently over her hard nipples as she hovered above him.

“Is this okay?” He asked gently, keeping his touches light.

“Yeah…” She whispered, pressing herself into him, allowing him to be more kneady in his motions.

He complied, squeezing her breasts with the palm of his hands and enjoying the full sensation between his fingertips. “Not too hard?” He questioned cautiously.

“No...it’s fine.” She bent down to kiss him lips, her breath heavy and sweet, before moving away. He watched as she took his hands in hers and gently pulled them away from her chest, replacing them with her own as she held the edges of her breasts and moved back down the bed. He let out a surprised moan when she took his cock between them, sliding her breasts along the shaft. He watched from his awkward angle, his head propped up against two pillows, as the pink head of his cock disappeared between her fingers, cushioned in the valley she created between her full breasts. Beyond that, his eyes moved along her body; soft in all the right places; her skin radiant and beautiful.

“Min-seo…” He cried out, unable to help himself. He saw her smile tenderly, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on him as she continued pleasuring him with her breasts, only stopping once she began to ache. Slowly, she pulled away and sat up on the bedsheets, holding his hands as he joined her in an upright position.

The massage oil had been both of their ideas, though he had been to get it by himself, browsing the aisles of the small store a little timidly. He knew her body was starting to feel more sore than usual, and the candles seemed like a fun way to help her in the bedroom. He reached for the small jar and blew out the flame, allowing it to cool on the bed stand for a few minutes as they kissed sweetly.

“It smells like birthday…” She grinned as he pulled away, making his stomach flutter pleasantly as he poured a little of the hot substance onto the palm of his hands. Slowly, he reached for her shoulders and began to massage her skin, applying enough pressure to ease her stiff neck as he watched the liquid pool along her collarbones. She closed her eyes and he paused.

“It’s not too hot?” He asked, stopping his motions as a precaution.

“No…” She said reassuringly, her voice gentle as he once again began to ease the oil into her skin. He moved over her chest to her breasts, which he knew were feeling sensitive; more responsive to his touch. He took another handful of the oil, now much cooler, and slowly circled her flesh, running his wet fingers along the peaks of her nipples, pinching them slowly between his fingers as she moaned.

“That feels good…” She whined, her eyelashes brushing her cheeks as her mouth lulled open. “Keep doing it…” She asked, her voice breathy and high-pitched.

“They look so beautiful.” He whispered, circling her areolas with his fingertips before massaging the fleshier part of her bust in his palms, his soft moans of pleasure soon joining hers. Eventually, her moans began to quieten and he sensed she was becoming too sore. He took a final handful of the oil and moved further down, rubbing it over the curve of her stomach lovingly; his hand pausing in the centre for a few moments, before pulling away. She was watching him with a smile and, when he stopped, she kissed his mouth gently.

“Do you want me to try?” She asked with a timid, if slightly mischievous, grin. He nodded, letting out a breathy laugh as she reached over his body and took the candle in her hand, dipping in her fingers to collect the last of the lavender-scented liquid which had started to solidify at the bottom. She started at his shoulders, as he had done with her, and worked her fingers along his bare pectorals, making his tanned skin sheen in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Their gaze met.

“Do I look like a bodybuilder?” He asked, face straight. A moment of silence passed between them before they let out a mutual cry of laughter and she toppled into him, snuggling her face against his wet, oily chest and dropping the now-solid candle onto the thick pile of duvet as she tried to calm down.

V (& Cassandra)

Set shortly after the events of Jin’s wedding, around a year and a half into their relationship

Cassandra’s cries were low and strained around his cock as he ran his palm along her fleshy backside, squeezing her flesh gently with a grunt, before dipping his fingers between her cheeks. Slowly, he dipped his fingertips in her cunt, pushing through the tight ring of her opening and moaning when he felt her mouth vibrate against him; her pleasure echoing through his body as he fingered her gently.

Her movements were slow to the point of being agonising, but he enjoyed how wet her mouth was; how her saliva dribbled from between her lips and down the shaft of his erection, collecting in his bush of pubic hair as her filled her. She had kept the position, her body tightly curled into itself and resting on her knees with her head in his lap, for the past half hour and her eyes had begun to stream a little; long lines of thick mascara running down her cheeks. Still, she was holding out; determined to keep him in her mouth until he stopped her, his fingers constantly playing with her pussy and the cold, metal plug in her arsehole, but keeping her from orgasm until she gave in and begged him for it.

He shifted his hand once more, moving to the edge of the plug which filled her up, feeling blindly along its edges until he had a tight enough hold on it to slip it out, centimeter at a time, hearing and feeling her moans beneath him, before pushing it back in slowly, stretching her. His lips parted in concentration as he repeated the motion, her heavy breathing becoming more and more pronounced as he stimulated her.

He felt himself slip out of her mouth, the cool air of the bedroom hitting his erection as she let out a full-bodied, cathartic groan, taking in a few gasps of refreshing air without the constriction of his cock in her throat. He stopped his motions against her, letting go of the plug to grasp the slippery base of his penis and move it against her parted lips.

“Keep sucking…”

J-Hope (& Nana)

Set shortly before Hoseok’s military enlistment, around six months into their relationship

“I’m starting to think this was a mistake…”

Hoseok’s was good-humoured but a little out of breath behind her, his fingers digging into her sides as his hips refused to slow and she sensed an edge of panic in his voice.

“Are you close?” She asked. It wasn’t that she was frustrated with him, but her body had started to ache and her last orgasm, the second of the evening, had left her feeling a little drained. The bedsheets were still a little damp below her forearms from where she had come, surprising them both.

“No…” He answered honestly, eyebrows furrowing into his forehead as he loosened his tight clutch on her bony hips, sensing she was getting a little bored with doggy. If limbs could speak, she thought, they would be thanking her, as he slipped from her opening, as rigid as ever, and she eased herself onto her back. The patchwork quilt was soft against her skin as she settled down, smoothing the damp lock of hair from Hoseok’s slick forehead as he nestled against her. He kissed her sweetly, his toothy smile pressing against her lips as he stood at the edge of the bed and wrapped her long legs around his waist. She felt him enter her, long and stiff against her inner walls, and knew he wasn’t lying when he said he was not yet close.

“I don’t think I can cum again…” She said a little weakly as he broke the kiss, voice full of apology.

He shook his head, forehead wrinkled, equally apologetic. “I don’t expect you to.”

He hadn’t needed the viagra; in fact, Nana thought, he could probably live to a hundred and still be able to get it up without needing an aid, but he had been curious, wanting to see if it would make the sensation even more pleasurable. Now, an hour later, he was beginning to panic.

“Do you want me on top?” She offered, watching his brow become increasingly sweaty beneath his red fringe.

“We can try…”

They once more switched positions, and she crouched over his body, feet flat against the bed and supporting her weight by clutching the headboard with both hands, hoping the bigger movements as she eased herself onto his cock would allow him to finish. He watched as she moaned above him, the head of his penis hitting her deep and causing her to scrunch her eyes shut, despite the fact her body was too exhausted to manage another orgasm. Her tightly wound curls bounced in all directions as she kept up the pace for another five minutes, enjoying the way his hands roamed along her ribcage and the outlines of her pronounced stomach muscles as she made love to him. Eventually, her hips began to slow and she opened her eyes.

“I don’t think I can keep going.” She muttered breathily, finally stopping. He was still hard inside her and she slipped him out. “I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be...I shouldn’t have done that.” He uttered sympathetically, seeing how tired she was.

She smirked, kneeling on the sheets as she tied her hair back with a band she kept on the bedside table. “No you shouldn’t.”

“Lesson learned.” He smiled a little worriedly.

She moved against his upright body, shifting into a more comfortable position. “Maybe if I suck you…”

He shook his head. “You’ve done enough.” Pressing his lips to her cheek, he sighed against her. “I love you so much Nana.”

“I love you too.”

They were silent for a moment, and she observed the way he kept his hand resting lightly on his shaft, fingertips skimming the rosy and flushed head. “Maybe you should masturbate.” She suggested, seeing the way his face relaxed; his body craving its release.

“Yeah, maybe…” He seemed cautious, as though worried she would be offended, but she smiled easily.

“Let me wash myself, and I’ll come and help you.”

“You don’t have to do that…” He looked at her seriously, feeling embarrassed for putting her through this. “Go take a shower…”

She pressed her lips once more to his soft cheek, happy to find his skin did not feel so clammy as it had minutes before. “Okay…” She agreed, getting off the bed slowly to ease the pain in her limbs and joints. She showered quickly, eager to make sure Hoseok was okay, and was happy to find he seemed almost there when she came back into the bedroom. His eyes snapped open at the sound of the bedroom door opening, and his eyes roamed over her naked form, his left hand frantically working himself at a rate she had never seen before.

With a relieved smile, she perched beside him, moving her hand over his to help him along.

“Nana…” He whined, meeting her eyes across the short space, his hand moving to palm the scant swell of her breast, her nipples hard against his skin.

“You’re nearly there…” She whispered soothingly, letting out a small whimper as he squeezed her skin gently, enjoying how sensitive her breasts felt in his hand as he moved to touch the other.

“I think I’m going to…” Before the words left his lips, she felt the warmth of his seed against her fingers, seeping across her skin from the tip of his cock, his ejaculation taking them both by surprise.

“Oh…” She let out a little gasp, but encouraged him to finish, stroking the flushed head gently as he continued to spurt. Eventually, his breathing slowed and he stopped his movements. Looking at his expression, she thought she had never seen him look so tired.

“Woo.” He let out a long, slow breath of air, making her grin. “That’s a relief...I thought we were going to have to call a doctor.”

Suga (& Jeong-sun)

Set around 8 months after they meet again following Yoongi’s discharge from the military

“Oh fuck!”

Jeong-sun’s thighs trembled beneath Yoongi’s hands as she continued to grid herself against his tongue, his mouth open and sucking at her desperately, taking her clitoris between his lips and encouraging her to move against him, wanting to tip her over the edge. She clutched at the metal bedframe with both hands, steadying her body as she felt a wave of heat wash over her, making her toes curl and body clench with pleasure. She felt him moan beneath her, his nose nudging at her clitoris as tongue entered her, savouring her taste on his tongue. She clung to the frame, knuckles turning white as she tried to keep her weight on her shaking knees, breath finally slowing as the waves began to ebb away through her body. Her cheeks felt warm and she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to get a grip over her body which she seemed to have lost all control over. She wasn’t sure how long she was still for, but when she opened her eyes again, she became suddenly aware that Yoongi was still beneath her, his face buried beneath her crotch and between her thighs.

“Sorry Yoongi…” She murmured breathily, sounding less apologetic than she truly felt in her exhausted state as she slowly moved away from his body, having ridden his face for the past ten minutes. He licked his lips lavisciously and she couldn’t help but laugh out loud, quickly handing him a tissue from the box on the bedside table to wipe his face. He slowly sat up, joining her against the pillows as her heart rate finally slowed.

“How was that?” He asked, straight-faced as he curled the tissue into a bundle and threw it across the room. She watched it hit the litter basket with a smirk.

“That shot or the orgasm?” She asked equally dryly.

He grinned gummily, revealing nothing and she couldn’t help but match it, feeling her chest grow warm. Slowly, her body aching and tired, she crawled onto his naked lap, straddling his body closely and stroking the back of his black hair.

“I read somewhere sex was supposed to get worse once you got married.” She quipped, meeting his soft gaze.

In reply, he scrunched his nose in mock-disgust, making a face which caused her to laugh out loud. “Where did you read that?”

She shrugged lightly, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck. “I think it was in a magazine at the dentist’s office.”

He laughed breathily. “What dentist do you go to?”

She grinned, pressing her lips to his forehead. “I’m guessing that means you have no complaints?”

“Ask me in ten years…” He mumbled, shifting his head from beneath her to capture her lips in a soft, sinking kiss. She felt her thighs tremble once more on either side of his body and he held her steady by the hips, his thumbs caressing her naked skin as his lips opened against hers, eventually moving one hand to brush through her thick black hair and rest at the back of her head. He kissed her for what felt like an eternity; she lost track of everything but the sweet, loving caresses of his mouth and the warm, fluttery sensation between her ribcage as he held her close. When he eventually pulled away, she felt as breathless as when she first climaxed, his lips moist and slightly parted.

They looked at each other for a while, not needing to say anything; the memory of the week before and what they had done, the lifelong promise they had made to each other, swam in the silence, making their cheeks glow and bodies ache for each other. Eventually, his gaze fell to her hand where he had been quietly stroking her fingers for the past few minutes, his thumb brushing along her fourth digit lovingly. She looked down, watching it trace over her knuckle.

“I don’t need a ring.” She murmured softly, wondering if he was mourning its absence.

He shook his head with a small smile. “I know you don’t.” He whispered, continuing the motion with his thumb and looking down once more. “I was thinking I might like to wear one.” He eventually said, meeting her eye once more.

Jeong-sun felt her stomach and chest grow warm and wondered if her face had turned red as she looked at him, having to bite the inside of her cheeks to stop herself from grinning, her entire body aching with her love for him in that moment. It didn’t take long for her to crack and she turned her face away from him, trying to cover the huge smile which spread over her lips. She heard him laugh softly, his face turned downward as he smiled shyly to himself, and, feeling bashful, she slid from his lap, shuffling position to sit between his parted thighs, her back nestling into his chest where he couldn’t see her face. His grin remained as he leaned against the pillows at the head of the bed, holding her body against his and placing the sole of one foot against the mattress, allowing her to rest her cheek comfortably against his upright knee.

“I love you.” He murmured against her neck, kissing the back of her shoulder tenderly as they got comfortable. She mumbled in agreement, making him laugh once more as he gently stroked her thigh. Calming down, he trailed his fingers to the soft skin on her stomach.

Silently, he felt her take his hand in hers and move it between her parted thighs, rubbing along her outer labia gently, soothingly. He followed her lead, stroking her folds, brushing the nub of her clitoris without question and, finally, dipping into her opening with two slick fingers. She let out a moan, throwing her head back to rest on his shoulder and his hand moved to cup her bare breast.

“Do you want another?” He purred against her ear, inhaling her familiar scent; sweet and milky. Her cunt contracted delightfully around his long, bony digits and, taking it as an answer, he pressed deeper inside, his palm hugging her clitoris as he held her body to him, using his other hand to splay across her midriff.

She reached behind her, between their bodies, to take hold of his flaccid cock. His orgasm had come shortly before the oral and she knew he wouldn’t be able to go again for another hour or two, but he felt comfortable in her hand and he seemed to appreciate the gesture. He trailed his fingers from her opening to her clitoris and circled the bud gently, enjoying the way she moved her hips against him to gain extra contact as he teased her.

“Are you going to make me cum or what?” She moaned breathlessly, angling her body into his touch. She could sense his grin behind her, though she couldn’t see in her current position, and a moment later, she heard him rummaging through the bedside cabinet, the one on her side of the bed, and gasped when she felt the cold metal surface of her sex bullet against her clitoris. With the flick of his finger, it hummed to life and she groaned at the contact, feeling him trail it delicately along her swollen nub.

“How did you know?” She asked, knowing that while she did not deliberately hide things from him, she had never explicitly shown him the sex toy before. Nor did she think he would go snooping in her cabinet without her permission.

“I didn’t…” He let out a breathy laugh behind her, filling her with butterflies. “Just a guess…”

Jungkook (& Young-soon)

Set around four months after Jungkook and Young-soon rekindle their love at Jin’s wedding

“I love how sensitive your nipples are…” Young-soon murmured, tugging gently on the chain which connected to the metal clamps on his flesh. Jungkook’s brow furrowed, eyes temporarily snapping shut at the sensation. While he had been shy to first try them, he could not deny how good they felt now they were attached. He had blushed furiously when Young-soon suggested they buy them in the store, claiming they were for her, but now he realised her plan all along.

“Do you want me to pull a little harder?” She asked, an eyebrow raised as she regarded his expression.

“Yes…” He moaned, not realise he was going to speak until the words left his mouth. Moments later, he felt the tug of the chain; the pleasure of the sensation counteracting any underlying pain he might have otherwise felt. He knew his girlfriend was doing this for his pleasure rather than her own, and he felt safe in the knowledge that she would never take things too far.

Eyes still tightly closed in anticipation of the next tug, he was surprised when he the release of the clips; the cold, sharp sensation being replaced with the soft, warm caress of a tongue as Young-soon took his nipples into her mouth one at a time. He let out a loud moan, clutching her head to his body, loving her so much for knowing exactly what he wanted; the soothing motion of her lips causing as much pleasure as the clamps had done moments before.

“Young-soon…” He gasped, opening his eyes to guide her to his mouth. They kissed passionately and he ran his hands along her cheeks, opening his lips against hers. Eventually, she pulled away, the teasing look in her eye still apparent.

“Did you want to try the pocket pussy now?” She asked.

He sighed breathily as she edged away from the bed and towards the carrier bag which was hooked over the back of the chair in the corner of the room.

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” He asked, despite knowing it had been her suggestion that they buy it. She had seen the nervous glance he had taken at the object on the shelf in the store, the crude, silicone rendition of a famous American porn star’s vagina on the cover. It was enough to tell her that he was curious about the sex toy, and she had thrown it in their shopping basket without question.

She shrugged, reaching into the bag and pulling out the box. He watched her remove the cardboard, his cock rock hard, as she slipped the cylinder from its case. “I wouldn’t have bought it for you if I minded.” She removed the cap and reached for the bottle of chocolate flavoured lubricant on the dresser, silently pouring it between the lips of the fake vagina.

Jungkook was stunned into silence as she edged closer to the bed, clutching the object in her hand and climbing beside him.

“And it’s your birthday.” She smiled, pressing her lips gently to his forehead as she slipped his cock into the tube, lowering it until he disappeared completely. His eyes scrunched closed once more and his lips parted in an almost-silent moan. “How does that feel?” She whispered against his skin, fucking him slowly with the object.

“A-amazing…” He uttered breathily, forcing his lids open to look at her, his wide eyes dark and beautiful. “But not as good as you…” He finished.

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HQ Boys + Your Couple’s Song

Pretty Setters Addition: (Part #1) Koshi Sugawara, Oikawa Tōru, Miya Atsumu

Warning: Not Really (except some language + you might feel extra lonely/single after this because I know I did)

Koshi Sugawara: Best Part by Daniel Caesar (ft. HER)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7cQLpk8LBJc

“I just wanna see how beautiful you are You know that I see it I know you're a star”

“I promise we’re almost there bunny just you wait”, he says as he notices your impatience growing. “I know”, you reply “It’s just that I’m just so excited to see this place. You’ve honestly hyped it up so much that it’s got to be something special”. “Because it is, I’ve seen some beautiful things but this has to take the cake”, Suga declares. “Wait, what about me?” you question, as you begin pretending to pout he can't help but laugh and says with his signature smile, “Sorry y/n, I meant the second most beautiful thing, you got to be the cherry on top”, he then reaches for your hand and kisses the back of it, to reassure you how much he does love you. After a few more minutes of driving in the dead of night, Suga pulls up to a clearing in the middle of a field and begins to pull the car to a complete stop. As you both exit, you can’t help but marvel at the scene before you. “Oh my God, Suga, wow, this is just so--” “Beautiful, what did I tell you”. Looking up you can see thousands upon millions of stars all shining in the darkness, you’ve never been really able to see the stars but out here in the middle of nowhere do they look so clear. As you continue to stare up into the sky, Suga begins to pull out a couple blankets and pillows and places them on the roof of his car. When he finishes setting up a small nest of pillows and blankets, Suga beckons for you to join him on the roof, he then you into his warm embrace, and whispers, “How is it?”. “Amazing, I’m just so awestruck that I honestly can’t put it into words, thank you really Suga, for showing me this to me”, you replay while looking him in the eye meaning everyone you said. He then pulls you into a short sweet kiss that says everything and whispers against your lips, “Even though this scene is beautiful nothing can ever compare to how beautiful you are to me”.

Oikawa Tōru: Happiness by Rex Orange County

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dstuitW8PWM

“Proud of me and my short list of accomplishments, say And me and my lack of new news Me and my selfishness, oh me and myself”

It surprises you every single time how truly amazing Oikawa is at volleyball, the precision, and accuracy when he sets the ball, his ability to enhance every one of his teammate’s skills, and his powerful unstoppable serve that can barely be received. It always seems to shock you even after dozens of times seeing him play. Every time you watch him you can’t help but feel so proud of him, so excited for him, so happy for him because of that damn smile. It’s one of the only times you get to see him simile so genuinely. So you try to come to every game, try to scream as loud as you can just so he knows how much you believe in him. You’ve always been optimistic, believing that Oikawa and his team were an unstoppable force that held an overwhelming amount of talent that no team could challenge. But today is different as you watch as point after point after point is scored against your boyfriend's team. You felt hopeless as the last whistle blew marking the end of the game. Not even close with Aoba Johsai losing to Shiratorizawa, 0:2. As the boys line up to bow and say thanks, all you can notice is how much your boyfriend is trying to not make any form of eye contact with you. With him lowering his head or looking off in the exact opposite direction as your location, you know he’s trying not to look at you right now. Usually, after every game, Oikawa would look up into the stands (already knowing your exact location) and give you the biggest genuine smile he could to let you how much he appreciates you for all the support you give him. That smile can communicate every little thing he is unable to verbally express. But you understand that today is different, they lost, you can't help but start to think about how he must be feeling right now, how disappointed he must be not just in his team but mostly in himself. He always beats himself up, blames himself for every little mistake, never believing how talented he is or that he is good enough. As your thoughts begin to spiral you can’t help but start to feel the tears starting to swell and drip down your face. Seeing him like this not even able to look you in the eye. You can’t help but wait outside the building, hoping that he’ll talk to you, unlike the last time he lost in which he shut you out completely. As you wait patiently for him, a pair of large hands grab you from behind and pull you into an embrace. Startled you look up to see, Oikawa. “Turn around, don’t look at me”, he whispers into your ear, you do as you're told and turn around. “I’m sorry”, he whispers so quietly into your back, repeating himself over and over again, “I’m sorry y/n, I’m so sorry”. “Oikawa”, you say trying to get out of his firm grasp but he’s so much stronger than you, so all you can do is face away from him. “I’m so sorry”, he continues to repeat himself. After a couple minutes of him just whispering apologies into your back, he finally lets loosens his grin enough for you to turn around to face him. You slowly put his face into your hands and say, “Look at me”. He continues to look down not wanting to make any eye contact. You repeat yourself, “Oikawa look at me”, he finally does so, and the image breaks your heart, his eyes are so swollen from crying that they're practically red. “Hey, you know that I love you so much, right?” you say while directly looking at him, he nods so you continue, “I love you so much Oikawa, that I could never be disappointed in you”. “But I lost, how could you be proud of me and my shortlist of accomplishments”, he quietly mumbles under his breath. “Oikawa, I will always be proud of you”, you whisper and with the 7 words Oikawa completely breaks down in your arms.

Miya Atsumu: Training Wheels by Melanie Martinez

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=17lKhyL4qUI

“Love everything you do When you call me fucking dumb for the stupid shit I do”

“I must be that handsome if yer can’t stop staring at me sweetheart”, Atsumu says with his usual stupid shit-eating grin. “In your dreams”, you reply hastily trying to hide the blush that started to creep up on your face. How can he always somehow make you blush, you think to yourself, stupid boy, stupid face, everything about him is just so stupid. “Am I making yer heart race now” as he whispers in your a little to close for comfort in order to continue to egg you on. “No”, you scream a little too loudly for the librarian’s taste, instantly earning you a “shush” and a cursed death glare. Atsumu can't help but try and contain his laugher while you earn your punishment by the librarian, earning him a punishment as well as, a hard jab to the stomach. “Ow missy, that really hurt me yer know”, he declares while pretending to be oh so hurt, “It was just revenge darling” you replay nonchalantly. “Now leave me alone I need you to stop goofing off Atsumu, and actually let me study, the only reason why I let you come with me is because--” “Because you love me so so much”, he interrupts with that plastered grin on his face. “I’m done”, you say and begin to back your things, “Wait baby, I'm sorry I'll be good I promise”, he whines and proceeds to start doing his own classwork. He actually looks really focused you tell yourself and maybe he’ll actually behave himself for once, so you sit back down next to him and start your own work. After a few moments of peaceful silence, he taps you on the arm, “Baby”, “Yes”, you reply, “Could you help me with a problem?” Atsumu asks politely. “Mmm, which one is it?” looking up, he points you to a certain problem. “Ok, so the question is if you could choose between sucking my di--...ATSUMU!” you yell, and as suddenly as you raised your voice a certain librarian taps you both on the shoulder and asks for you both to leave. “I hate you”, you declare as you continue to walk away from him. “But baby it was just a joke”, he says trying to catch up with you. “I’m really sorry you how much I love you baby”, he continues to say while chasing after you. “I’m not your baby anymore!”, you declare. Easily catching up to you, Atsumu grabs you by the arm and forces you to look at him. “Get off of me”, you yell, he doesn’t budge and with a serious tone states, “Y/N I’m really sorry I didn't mean for us to get kicked out.” He continues and says “Really I just wanted to make you laugh, you know how much I seeing you smile”, he then proceeds to remind you of the time he dressed up to school as a literal clown, after you told him to stop “clowning” around. Or the time he accidentally ran into a pole, when he was trying to get your attention while on his daily run. Obviously it made you and reminded you about how much of an idiot he is, but he is your idiot and no one else's. “You really that sorry?” you ask, “Yes I swear, I swear on volleyball I am”, “You are so dumb sometimes, you know that”, you tell him as he begins to pull you into a kiss. “I love it when you call me fucking dumb”.

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marshieee · 5 years ago

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Rainy morning with you🌧

✨Drabble✨

Pairing: oikawa x reader, ushijima x reader, iwaizumi x reader, sugawara x reader.

Synopsis: waking up with your boyfriend greeted by a nice cold rainy morning.

A/N: i was planning on making this as headcanon but i was like nah hahahaha let's make it a drabble lol. Hope you like it and if ever you guys can give me some advice i would gladly appreciate that i'm aware that i still sucks but i am willing to learn all the way so don't hesitate please thank you.

Oikawa Tooru

You wakeup by the sound of raindrops outside your window the weather was nice, cold and cozy. You turned your head looking at the window as you see little raindrops, you smiled and you turned to your side and saw a figure who was still asleep but hugging you.

You scoot closer to feel his warmth looking at him with adoration in your eyes you smiled, you planted a small kisses in his chin, cheeks, and nose making sure not waking him up.

"I need coffee"

You mumbled to yourself, slowly getting up you made your way to the kitchen to make yourself a coffee. While waiting for the water to get hot someone suddenly hugged you from behind.

"Good morning tooru"

You ruffled his hair as he buried his face in your neck.

"Good morning"

He mumbled as he hugged you a bit tighter for warmth, you felt his bare chest in your back as he hugs you tighter, You grabbed his arms.

"Tooru"

He loosen his grip you turned around and faced the half asleep oikawa, topless and had a blanket hanging around his shoulder. He looks cute AND hot damn, you cupped his sleepy face

"Tooru wake up hahaha"

"True love's kiss will wake the prince up"

You rolled your eyes at his smooth remark you pecked his lips and a smile slowly made it's way to oikawa's face. You turned around and got another mug.

"Want some coffee?"

"Yes please"

Placing his head in your shoulder as he watched you make coffee for the two of you.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

You woke up feeling the absence besides you.

"Ah it's raining"

You noticed as you sat up, you looked at the empty space behind you frowning a little you're still half asleep and your brain isn't functioning that well.

"Ushi"

You mumble as you lazily get up from bed, you just randomly got your boyfriend's hoodie and since you have a volleyball player as your boyfriend you wore his big ass hoodie and headed to the kitchen.

You can smell the bacons and hear some egg shells you figured what was happening. As you were in the kitchen already you can see ushijima's back wearing a brown apron.

"Ushi~"

You called out to him, he turned around and saw you yawning, figured that you're still half asleep but that's not important what's important is.

You are so cute in his hoodie.

You look so small and fragile that his heart literally melted as he saw you. He gave you a smile

"Good morning y/n want some coffee?"

"Yes please thank you"

You sat down and laid your head on the table looking at him, he placed your coffee in front of you a kissed you on the head before returning to cooking.

You sipped at your coffee as you watch ushijima cooking in silence, it was a comfortable silence actually and you really like it.

"Ushi will you marry me?"

Ushijima glance over you before turning around with an airy laugh.

"Y/N i think i should be the one asking that"

"Can't help it you looked so wife material right now and i want to marry you"

"If i look like a wife material and you want to marry me then you'll take role of the husband correct?"

"No, i mean yeah, no well actually it depends"

Shaking his head he carefully placed your breakfast in individual plates.

"I'll gladly take the husband role y/n if you want i can also take the wife's role too..."

He stopped for a moment realizing something.

"...well except the giving birth part because i can't do that but cooking or doing the laundry i can do that"

He placed you two's breakfast at the table and looked at you smiling lovingly.

"So just wait till i ask you to marry me and i promise to marry you"

He leaned down and gently planted a kiss on your lips.

"Now let's eat"

Iwaizumi Hajime

You weren't greeted by few rays of sunshine that usually slip through your curtains every morning, you figured that it was raining by the sound of raindrops coming from outside.

You can feel someone's breath behind you, it was your boyfriend's. You were ready to start the day so you carefully removed iwaizumi's hand around your waist.

A light gasped escaped your lips as you felt him pulling you down and hugging you tighter.

"Iwaizumi let go"

He buried his face in the crook of your neck while shaking his head.

"No"

"I need to get up"

"Noo"

"I'm gonna make breakfast soon"

"Nooo"

"Iwaiz-- eek!"

He turned you around now that you are facing him, locking you in his arms you can feel his bare chest as he hugs you. He looked at you with his sleepy eyes and kisses the top of your head before closing his eyes again.

"Iwaizumi"

"Five more minutes"

He said with raspy, hoarse voice and you can clearly tell he's still sleepy.

"But--"

"Stay here y/n please...let's stay here for awhile"

"What about breakfast?"

"I'll help you with that later~ so let's sleep please"

You frowned.

"Just five more minutes ok? then we'll get up"

"Ok"

He hug you closer to him as you nuzzle yourself into iwaizumi's chest, feeling his warmth complementing the cold atmosphere cause by the weather outside.

And you felt sleepy again.

Sugawara Koushi

As soon as you opened your eyes you immediately sat up, you turned your head to look at the window squinting your eyes as your trying to think what was happening outside.

You just woke up so thinking is kinda hard you know.

"It's....raining?"

Finally realizing it was really raining you yawned and faced the wall taking an interest to what ever it is on it. You can say you're still sleepy or need some caffeine for you to function well.

The door suddenly opened and you saw your boyfriend holding two mugs. As soon as he saw you he smiled.

"Good morning"

You just stared at him with droopy eyes, he giggled looking at you, gently placing the two mugs besides the bed. He sat down beside you and opened his arms.

Subconsciously you plop your self in his arms as he runs his hand in your hair, burying your head in his neck you hugged him back and closing your eyes feeling the moment.

You back away and looked at suga smiling a little, making his cheek tint in light pink.

"Good morning koushi~"

He smiled at you and pinches your soft cheeks. He got up and grabbed the two mugs and hand one to you which you gladly accepted it. He sits in front of you and just looked at you sighing at the heavenly taste of coffee.

"The weather is nice don't you think?"

"Yeah it's nice to have coffee in this kind of weather"

"Want to have soup for breakfast?"

Your eyes sparkled at his idea.

"Really?! I would love to!"

"Ahahaha ok ok let's have soup then"

He got up from the bed and pats your head.

"Go change get change ok? I'm gonna prepare breakfast"

You nod and received a kiss on the cheek from him before he went outside.

#haikyuu drabble #haikyuu scenario #haikyuu oneshot #Sugawara oneshot #iwaizumi oneshot #ushijima oneshot #oikawa oneshot #fluff #Sugawara #Iwaizumi #ushijuma #oikawa

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your-miss-right · 5 years ago

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Caller Number 9

Summary: Because let’s face it, your girlfriends won’t tell you when the boy of your dreams isn’t interested. So what’s left? Calling the late night radio show host known as Min Suga is a good option right? He’ll tell you how it is and ruin you while fixing your love life. Counterproductive? Definitely.

Masterlist

Chapter 2: Meet-Not-So-Cute

Normal people sleep eight hours, eat wholesome breakfasts made with oats, low fat milk, and a serving of fruit. Normal people have friends who stay away until it’s an appropriate hour to visit. Normal people don’t turn their kitchen table into a makeshift bed.

Normal…was something nonexistent in her world.

Y/N should’ve been upset about this, but then again it was six in the morning and she was sitting in a mound of blankets at her tiny kitchen table eating pastries and cheap coffee with her friend. She honestly couldn’t bring herself to care too much. Especially after her little radio show melt down. Thank god she didn’t give her name or else she might consider moving to a whole new state.

“So…did you hear from Jay?” Somehow she could tell her already knew the answer.

“Not exactly…”

“Oh?” There it was…that tone when he knew he had called it right. She knew it wasn’t out of cruelty. He had been concerned for her, asking her to be cautious. He hadn’t been wrong, Jay had gotten out of a relationship and the last thing he probably wanted was to jump back into one.

“Don’t look at me like that…” her grumble was somewhat smothered by the cloth of her long sleeve. She wasn’t looking up, but she could definitely feel his gaze.

“You don’t even know how I’m looking at you right now…” she didn’t have to look up to know he was checking her over, as if to make sure she was in one piece.

“Yes I do, I know that you’re trying to to act like you’re not judging my choices,” Y/n grumbled.

“Ok so I might have been judging you. At least tell me you know why? I told you that kid was no good. I mean what person uses a shirtless shot as his profile picture?” His nose scrunched in disgust and Y/N snorted at Hobi’s face.

“I know…” she leaned on her hands and watched as Hoseok pushed a steaming cup of cheap coffee towards her and a chocolate bun on a napkin.

“I don’t have much of an appetite…”

“If you don’t eat it, I will,” he warned her as he popped the last bit of his pastry into his mouth.

She glared at him, but he just smiled through his mouthful of bread-y goodness. Normally sweets made her the happiest person, but after stressing over her assignments, her late night phone call, and confirming that she’d be rejected, she wanted to sleep all day.

“Did you sleep at all?” Hoseok asked, this time his voice latent with concern.

“Like an hour maybe?” She munched on the pastry slowly. Hoseok didn’t miss her happy feet as she chewed. Y/N always danced in her chair when she was enjoying her food. He wondered if she was actually a college student sometimes.

“No wonder you look so exhausted. I thought you had went to bed though after your last text? Something keep you up?”

“That good looking piece of trash, homework, and…other stuff.” she pouted and took a bigger bite of her pastry aggressively. Her face flushed when she thought about her late night call.

“Well now you know he isn’t worth it. I hope you learned your lesson. You’re too cute for him anyways,” Hoseok chewed thoughtfully and added, “I also get the feeling you’d kind of eat him alive eventually, the girls he likes are too soft.”

Y/N said nothing, but nodded. She probably would, someone once told her she was high strung, too much. She looked thoughtful for a moment before adding, “Still though, ignoring someone who sucks would be so much easier if they really were the worst human alive.”

Hoseok thought for a moment and replied, “He’s the worst dancer on the team if that makes you feel better. He can’t keep count to save his life. It’s almost the same thing.”

Y/N felt a wide grin part her lips. Hoseok had been the first friend she’d made at her university. She’d been walking up to her apartment after a long study night when she found him lying out in front of her apartment complex in the parking lot with his roommate, Taehyung.

Apparently they had locked themselves out and their landlord wasn’t going to be coming back until tomorrow morning. She’s not sure how, but she ended up sitting in the parking lot with them until six in the morning. In that span of time she learned several important things; she learned Hoseok was a dance major and Taehyung was going into veterinary.

Hoseok laughed so loud it made you giddy, Taehyung had a smile that could grow flowers, according to Taehyung the perfect milkshake is made with a scoop of ice cream and coconut milk, Hoseok likes his eggs baked because they’re fluffier that way, and according them, there definitely needs to be a class that teaches you the principles of being happy. Because let’s face it, life takes itself too seriously and people need a break.

It took her four cups of coffee and an energy bar to get through the next day, but it was worth it. After that she found the pair making a small spot for themselves in her mundane life. There were no complaints on her end.

“You should be proud of me though, he did eventually call last night and I told him off,” Y/N offered a tired smile and Hoseok’s mouth fell open.

“How did this change of heart occur?”

Y/N flushed at the memory and was extremely thankful that she didn’t use her real name when on air. It would’ve made her life only that much harder if everyone knew she was the caller who got into it with DJ Min Suga. He might not be the nicest guy around, but she did to get the truth. She hated being sensitive sometimes, it made being taken seriously that much harder.

“Let’s just say some cold hearted jerk was very honest with me last night,” Y/N scrunched her nose cutely and cringed inwardly.

“He sounds like a keeper,” Hoseok waggled his eyebrows at her, earning a soft punch to the arm. His pouty expression did nothing to soften her mock glare.

“Yeah well I probably won’t ask for Prince Charming’s advice anymore. He’s a horrible human being,” Y/N picked at a loose thread on her oversized flannel.

Hoseok’s face lit up like he had an ingenious idea and Y/N was curious so she leaned in closer, “Maybe he’s just right for you. You always pick nice guys that turn into sleazy guys. It’s worth a shot, I mean your taste in men can’t get worse right?”

“Goddamn it, Hoseok,” she hid her face in her sleeves. Her dating life was a mess.

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“You did good last night. I liked your sets,” the voice came from his side where his friend was sprawled out on his bed, flipping through a men’s fashion magazine.

He was trying not to fall asleep considering he had class soon and his journalism teacher was kind of uptight and actually took roll call. It made them feel like five year olds, but he quickly realized dignity takes second place, especially with a grade on the line. It’s funny how you realize you’re kind of willing to do anything when you actually start paying for schooling.

“Thanks, I actually had more fun than usual, did you hear it at the beginning?” He turned his head to look at his blonde friend, his hair was a mess and he looked just as tired as he did. Exam season was relentless and unforgiving to everyone, even geniuses as it turns out.

“I tuned in a little late, why? Did you get a crazy fangirl again?” He raised a brow at the pale boy who was flashing his signature gummy smile.

“This girl called in and got really pissed off, she called me an asshole. I haven’t had one like that in a while.”

“Who would’ve thought that Dj Min Suga is a masochist? I never thought you’d be one for verbal abuse,” Namjoon snickered at his friend.

Yoongi shrugged, he liked his job. Being a late night radio show host often provided for interesting stories. Unfortunately, this also meant a weird sleep schedule and often times was caught napping at the oddest hours and strangest places. Once he went on a date and dozed off while the girl went to the bathroom. She wasn’t exactly very pleased when she came back.

He couldn’t help it if he was tired and he would admit she had bored him a little. It was mutual because as soon as he mentioned his photography, she zoned out. He’d made up his mind about her, by the time she’d pick up her phone to answer a text, mid-conversation.

“It was funny and she’s a bit naïve, you don’t find them like that anymore Namjoon. Although I do feel a little sorry for her, she cares too much what others think.” Yoongi wasn’t trying to be cruel, not really. Yes, he could have his fun and say outlandish things, but he really did want her to understand what he was telling her.

People really don’t get to treat you poorly because they feel like it and you shouldn’t take it either.

“Bless the girl that falls for you,” Namjoon shook his head.

“Whoever she is…she’s going to need all the help she can get,” Yoongi chuckled.

The pair fell silent for a moment, as if letting the weight of the words actually settle in. Yoongi could already feel the question creeping up on him before it left Namjoon’s mouth.

“Do you really not believe in relationships and all that?” Namjoon wasn’t the most romantic person in the world either, but at least he still had a romantic side to him. The fact that he was too busy and career driven was a whole different subject that often intervened in his almost nonexistent dating life.

But him? Did he just not care? He wasn’t quite sure.

“I do believe in them, just not right now,” Yoongi shrugged. He really wasn’t even sure if he did believe in such feelings. Every time he’d attempted it, the situation would blow up in his face. There was always a problem and he wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, but somehow he always felt the common variable was himself.

He cared too much and the girl got fed up, didn’t care enough, and the girl would leave. He tried being different and somewhere along the lines it would get so stifling that he wasn’t sure who he was pretending to be. Then he tried being himself and that just seemed to confuse people. Yoongi wasn’t sure, but at some point he started feeling defective.

It wasn’t until he met Namjoon and began making other friends, that he realized he wasn’t the problem, other people were. So how do you solve that? You cut them off. It might’ve been a bad way to handle things, hell, he was 98% sure it was. But frankly, it’d made his life a little easier. He didn’t feel like he needed to blame himself anymore. If people didn’t like him, then to hell with it.

It had been working out for him just fine. However when Namjoon questioned it, which he had a nasty habit of doing, it was in those moments that Yoongi would find himself feeling like he’d temporarily lost his footing. He’d find his stomach curling uncomfortably and his mind reeling for a brief moment before answering curtly or changing the subject.

“We should get going, I have to get those morning shots for that media class.” Namjoon didn’t say anything as his friend got up, leaving Namjoon with his question unanswered. He should’ve been used to this by now.

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“It’s way too early for this class,” Y/N pulled her black beanie over her head, squishing her hair over head and hiding her eyes from the world. Not that it really mattered considering Hoseok was the only person with her and he’d already seen her at her worst. Under eye circles weren’t a shock to him anymore.

“Just turn it in and leave, no big deal,” he shrugged and tried to console her. He had to wonder if one day she would just keel over from lack of sleep. She needed to take better care of herself.

“I should, but I have other projects to take care of before I can rest. How are you though? I haven’t even asked how your classes are going? Are you having showcases that I should go see?” She was suddenly brighter. If there was something she really liked, it was seeing Hoseok dance. It still made him blush when she cheered him on.

“I’m fine. My exams haven’t been as bad, but I think I do need to stay focused. I’m tired and we do have a showcase coming up soon,” he stopped and lit up as if remembering something important, “You should totally go! You know that radio station you listen to? With that DJ with really good sets? They’re supposed to be there covering the event.”

Y/N flushed, the heat creeping up her neck and to her cheeks. She hadn’t exactly given Hoseok the exact details of last night’s phone call and she wasn’t about to.

“Oh? That’s cool. I actually haven’t listened to him in a while. Kind of lost interest,” Y/N shrugged making Hoseok raise a brow.

“Really? Oh…well I still want you to go. Taehyung is going too!”

“I will, let me know when and I’ll be there,” Y/N gave him a goofy grin and thumbs up that made him mess up the beanie on her head.

“Well I should get going now, you can walk the rest of the way right?” Hoseok stopped, they were several yards from the arts building where the majority of Y/N’s classes were.

“Hobi, I’m not five,” she deadpanned.

“Yeah, but you are sleep deprived. Take care of yourself ok?” Hoseok patted her head and let his hand rest there for a moment.

“Fine, I will,” she nodded making his hand slip from its place. He gave her a small wave before taking off down the sidewalk and back towards his place. She waited for a moment, watching her bright friend disappear around a corner and down the street.

“Why can’t I meet someone as cool as that?” She mused out loud. Y/N wasn’t attracted to Hoseok, but she did wonder why she never met someone as interesting or worthwhile as him.

She turned around ready to head into her class when she found herself staring at narrowed brown eyes and copper hair hidden beneath a beanie, he was carrying a camera in his hands, and his mouth was pulled into a tight frown. The scowl on his face was intimidating for a guy with a small build, the oversized scarf that was threatening to swallow him up made him look even smaller. The reality of it though was that he was still taller than the average height.

“You know talking to yourself is a sign of insanity,” he commented bluntly.

“Thanks…for that I guess…” she raised a brow at him and tried to side step him.

“No, no, thank you for ruining my shot,” he replied.

She halted in her steps and mustered the most offended look. It was too early for this.

“You’re welcome, now if you don’t mind I have somewhere to go,” she snapped.

“You could at least apologize,” he mumbled as he watched her climb the steps. He hadn’t actually planned on her hearing him, but her sudden stop and the tension in her shoulders told him he’d messed up.

“Excuse me?! Do you know what time it is? It is seven in the morning! I have been up all night killing myself over homework and stupid girl issues and the last thing I need is some snarky skinny guy with a camera telling me how I should behave!” She was standing in front of him, chest heaving and face flushed, but the boy didn’t seem offended.

If anything he looked amused.

“Uh…am I interrupting something?” A deep voice cut the thick tension in the air. Y/N shot the tall blonde a glare. He was carrying a couple of coffee cups and staring nervously between the pair as if waiting for a bomb to go off.

“I hope your shot is ruined…” she muttered angrily before stomping off.

Yoongi should’ve been offended, but he said nothing as he took his coffee and flicked through his pictures.

“She seemed…nice…”

“A real sweetheart…”

It didn’t go unnoticed when his friend skipped past her picture without deleting it, but Namjoon said nothing.

Yoongi always did have strange taste in women.

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A/N: Reposted this because the original had been deleted. Also the last few chapters or so are under construction, some parts of the story have been edited/rewritten. Hope to have the last updates up soon.

#bts scenario #yoongi #suga #yoongi x reader #caller number 9

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upinthestarsx3 · 6 years ago

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BTS reacts to fans giving you hate.

** Request: “Can our write a bts reaction about fans being mean to y/n?”

My reactions always turn into mini scenarios so 🙃 This request is like a month old but I am catching up! Sorry it took so long. Enjoy!

Namjoon

“I can’t believe they’re saying all of this about me! Can’t you tell them something?”

“Tell them what, baby?” He mumbles, rubbing his face in annoyance of the situation before he continues, “They are fans. I don’t know what I can say without making it into a huge scandal. This has already caused enough tension.”

“Oh! Well I’m sorry that I’ve been such an inconvenience!” You shout, feeling the veins in your neck bulge as you release whatever anger you were harboring.

“You’re not! God Y/N! You are-“ he yells, matching your anger but quickly calming himself down. He takes your hands in his and tells you, “Hey. I know you’re upset, but let’s not put our frustrations on each other, okay? This sucks, I know it does. But it will blow over, it always does; and soon enough, they will learn to love you just as much as I do.”

“Promise?” You mumble with tear stained cheeks.

“Promise.”

Jin

Jin looks at you sadly, wishing there was something he could say that would make you feel better. ‘Go die and leave my Jin alone!’ ‘Is it true that you’re cheating on Jin with Suga?’ ‘You’re such an ugly bitch, Jin can do better.’ Those were just a few of the comments that you’ve come across in an hour.

News broke today that Jin was dating a non famous woman, and the fans wasted no time doing their research and figuring out that it was you. You were crushed, if this was a teaser of how the rest of your relationship with Jin would be like, you weren’t sure if you could do it.

“Hey hey hey.” Jin whispers to you when he sees the tears you were trying so hard to hide. He slowly walks around you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind while placing his head over yours.

“It’s going to be okay. I promise.”

Suga

You wished you could hide from the world today. As an idol yourself, it was impossible to hide anything from the public, and this situation was no different. After three months of dating Yoongi, a popular gossip outlet released news that the two of you were dating.

“I can’t do this, I really can’t.” You gasp, feeling as though your chest would burst open. Of all the days for news to be released, it had to be the night of an award show. Words couldn’t describe you scared you were to face the crowd. You stood back stage with Yoongi trying to calm you down,

“Breathe. Breathe, y/n.” He sings encouragingly, placing his hands on either side of your face.

“I- I- I can’t go out there by myself, Yoongi. They are going to tear me apart. Where are my members?” You rant, unable to control your thoughts.

“They are already seated. I have an idea-“

“Me too. Let’s leave!” Yoongi chuckles softly before nodding his head no.

“How about we go out there together? Nothing to be afraid of, okay?”

“...Okay.” You finally respond, letting out a deep breath before walking towards the crowd with Yoongi by your side.

J hope

You are arrive to your new music shop you’ve just recently opened with Hoseok. You were excited to finally show him what you’ve been working on for so long.

“So I’m going to offer guitar lessons, piano lessons and I hired a few people to teach drums, violin, and bass too! You’re going to love it, babe!” You babble.

“I’m so excited for you, my love.” He howls, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, matching your excitement.

As you go to unlock the door you see that the lock is broken and the door swings open.

“Oh my God!” You bawl. “What the hell happened here?” You continue, walking through your shop covered in glass. Guitars are smashed on the floor, the piano is completely destroyed, the wall paper is torn down and the store reeks of urine.

“They left a note.” You sniffle before reading it,

“Stay away from J Hope.” was all it read.

You look at Hoseok and his face says it all, tears forming a pool in his eyes and his mouth wearing a deep frown.

“I’m so sorry.” He wept, dropping to his knees and looking at the mess he caused.

“Stop it. Don’t do that to yourself. It’s not your fault.” You try to comfort him, knowing that this would eat him alive. You both stay quiet for an hour. Out of nowhere, Hoseok wipes his face and stands to his feet.

“Okay, let me make a few phone calls.” He begins.

“Phone calls to who?” You ask.

“Well if we want to redo this place we should start as soon as possible.”

“Hoseok, I don’t have the time or money to redo this. I put my all into it.”

“Then I’ll pay-“

“No.”

“I’m not asking.” He quickly responds, “This was my fault. It’s my responsibility and I love you; so please let me do this. Let’s do it together.”

Jimin

“Oh my God.” You gasp as you stare at your computer screen.

“What?” Jimin questions as he lies next to you.

“They somehow found my old photos!”

“Who’s they?” He grills, leaning up to see exactly what you were going on about.

“My old school photos!” You scream, showing him the screen of your computer before placing your head in your hands. You hear him chuckle from behind you and your head snaps to stare back at him.

“It’s not funny, Jimin!” You cry.

“I- I’m sorry. But you look adorable!”

“Jimin, these photos are embarrassing. Look at what your fans are saying!” You say with a straight face- before you know it, you and Jimin and laughing as you take turns reading comments.

“Why is her head too big for her body?” Jimin mocks as he reads the first comment, holding his stomach that began to cramp from laughter.

“She was ugly then and she’s ugly now.” You read, trying to catch your breath while massaging your flushed cheeks.

“Oh my God, y/n. Thank you for that laugh.” He snorts- closing your laptop then pulling you into his chest, “I’m so fucking lucky I have a lady with a good sense of humor.”

“Why? What do you get out of this?” You fumed. The flash from the surrounding cameras blinding you as you try to wipe the egg yoke from your eyes and pick the egg shells from your mouth.

You admit, the fans hated you from the start, they couldn’t stand the idea of Taehyung actually dating someone. Which is why you’re stood outside of Taehyung’s building covered in eggs thrown by his fans, with bystanders who thought recording it would be more fun than actually helping.

You just spent the weekend at his house, celebrating your 6 month anniversary. He begged you to stay another night and promised to get you a private car back home, but you felt he had done enough for you this weekend. Instead, you assured him that you would get home just fine. Now here you are, not even 5ft from his doorway covered in garbage thrown by his fans who seem to have been waiting ages for you to come through that door.

Not even a second later the door opens and you feel a hand tugging you back inside. When you feel Taehyung’s arms pull you in for a hug you finally let out your tears. The two of you stay quiet for a while, there wasn’t really anything to be said. Things like this happened all the time and it was something you chose to put up with. For love.

“Y/n. You know I would understand if you wanted to run. If you wanted to just leave me and go back to your private life. I can’t ask you to go through all of this just to be with me. You deserve better.” He grieved. He always did this, he always felt he was the one to blame for the harsh treatment you received daily. But he should know better than that, you were in too deep to leave now.

“Shut up and help me clean myself so we can watch a movie.”

Jungkook

You and Jungkook walked the streets for nearby markets with your fingers intertwined. Jungkook usually never had any days off so when he called and told you he had the week to relax- the two of you booked a trip for a nice getaway weekend.

Your relationship wasn’t a secret; but Jungkook never formally announced that the two of you were dating- he didn’t feel he owed anyone that explanation, but people eventually caught on.

You stood outside of a fish market, waiting for Jungkook to get seafood for the dinner you promised to make him tonight.

As usual- people began to notice you. Within minutes you were swarmed with girls asking you to take photos and sign autographs. This was something you would never get used to.

“Thank you, sweetie.” You tell a young girl, who can’t stop complimenting your skin, hair, and eyes. She tells you she wants to be just like you when she grows up.

“You’re not even famous. You don’t do anything aside from mooching off of Jungkook.” You turn your head to see exactly where the comment came from and you’re faced with a girl about your age with angry furrowed eyebrows.

“Excuse me?” You stutter. You’ve encountered people like this online but never in real life. You look into the market but still see no sign of Jungkook.

“I said-“

“Stop it.” You hear a voice speak from behind you- Jungkook’s voice.

“She is no good for you! She-“ the girl tries to speak again but Jungkook quiets her down again.

“Stop. Thank you for supporting me- but I can’t allow you or anyone to speak to y/n this way.”

“You’ve just lost a fan.” She says with tears in her eyes before marching away.

“Well, that’s going to be on Twitter any second now.” He laughs lightly, nudging your shoulder, but you don’t laugh.

“You know I’m not using you, right? Like, you do so much for me and I never want you to think you have to do it.” You croak.

“Hey. Don’t do that to yourself. I know you love me and I love you too. That is all that matters, okay? Look at all the fans that adore you- don’t let one ruin your day. Now enough of that drama; let’s go, you promised to make me shrimp.”

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More chillis please

Being the person who assumes the landscape of their environment upon entering the room and often designated as kin of the furniture, Yachi is very happy when people speak at her and not to her, so that unnecessary conversations do not occur and everyone can go back to ignoring her as they did before.

Acquiring a retail job runs something similar to that vein.

A retail job in a relatively functional business is great. People still try to be friendly - older people, and older men, which, no - but it's not too unbearable.

She gets a message, one day, while she's getting a one-on-one tutoring session by Yours Truly, Chameleon Expert Man Himself, Kinoshita, on calculus and tactics of evading eye contact. They're revising what she should know, she's confident that going to the job, with these new skills, will maximise her invisibility, when her phone vibrates and seeing as the team shares absolutely zero boundaries, she pores over the message with Kinoshita, who bites into a slice of orange.

"New shift?" He chews, eyebrow lifted.

She's noting that down as a skill that she needs to be taught. Kiyoko-san does it very often and it makes grown men cry on the spot. Yachi can weaponise that and turn it on the creeps at work. It can work for her.

"Hmm," she nods, mouth full of orange slices. Kinoshita slaps a napkin to her face, picks up her phone and types a response out. By the time she swallows the pieces of citrusy goods and wipes herself dry of unwanted orange spit, there is a hovering screen with the line I'm good to go on Saturday. Same time as usual? waiting for her approval from her upperclassman.

"All good, Kinoshita-san," she gives him two thumbs up, because he deserves it.

"I'm going inside to tell Chikara we're almost done. Send it and pack up. We're bullying Ryuu to buy us food," he rises, takes his books with him, and gives her a jaunty wave at the doorway.

She hits send. Working at the bakery in Miyagi central shopping district with the locals is great, but working in busy Tokyo where she will know nobody and the customers will assume she is a speaking brick wall?

Ideal.

She sweeps all her books into her tote bag and sprints after Kinoshita.

-.-

The nature of the bakery franchise she works at is that she rings in all the sales when customers approach her with the baked goods and she restocks when bread is running low. That's the official job description.

Recently the bakery, influenced a little by by multiculturalism and mostly by the owner being completely smitten with the Vietnamese literature teacher with the dimpled smile who passes by their bakery every second day, they also have a banh mi side gig.

According to Suga-san, what the workplace is doing is very similar to Subway, but more Asian. Regardless of the plagiarism of what had been done in food chain stores, this is her job and if she wants to save up for a nicer tablet for graphic design then she just has to suck it up princess and cry her way through the world of earning hard cold cash.

So now she makes bread. Per order of the customers who now have to interact with her, human to human.

It is just as uncomfortable for her as it is for the customers so - equivalent exchange?

Anyways. Now she has Stories. The team sets aside time to provide group therapy for Yachi and the Woes of Being a Slave to Capitalism. It is aptly named group therapy because it is a bunch of highschoolers sitting in a loose collection of volley playing brats and consoling a little blonde girl of her retail hardships.

Today's story, she muses as she runs nose first into Asahi's abruptly stopped back, must be the More Chillis Please episide.

It happens like this -

It is 10 o'clock, she had been there for two hours and made, to the worst of her memory and knowledge, at least twenty individual banh mi. She is righteously outraged by the smell of egg mayonnaise, and if somebody shows up in the store again she will Scream.

Anyways, once the moment of Mandatory Two Hour Fury manifested and dissipated, she settles back into greeting customers, offering her services, and registering sales.

She sees the two boys, clad in similar sports jackets, not a uniform, but it is close enough, on their very very tall and lanky frames.

She is immediately brought back to the sight of Kei and Asahi, except Asahi is twice as wide as one of these guys.

Yachi ties up the package for her current customer, bides them farewell and good luck on their date, and turns to the two boys, her Customer Service Voice already on its routine greeting and question.

"Hi, welcome to Dreamworks Bakery. How can I help you today?"

The slightly shorter boy, with bushy eyebrows and wow those really look like caterpillars, wait until the team hears about this, leans forward, friendly smile fixed across his crooked front teeth.

"Hi there, if you don't mind, can I have one pork roll please, that's cut in half."

Yachi sets to work, doesn't think too much or too hard at why there are two boys and only one bread. She picks up the tongs, considering the viable options -

They are sharing this tiny loaf of Vietnamese bread roll, which, is never going to be enough, even for her, and she eats roughly a sixth of the amount Kageyama eats, so that says Something. Maybe it's just a snack. Who knows

The grumpy boy with the face mask willingly walked his friend or walked with him to this busy bakery to wait for him to buy a small snack, which, Amazing Dedication

She finishes it up, takes the knife to cut the bread in half but wonkily, because she has a healthy fear of knives, you know, as a normal sensible human person would. The boys have been chattering between themselves, the one who ordered constantly bumping into his companion, grinning and tugging on his arm. While from the companion's end there is the long suffering Stop being annoying universal eye roll and sigh combo, it's done with the same degree of exasperated fondness Kei huffs at Tadashi, the unspoken but loud What am I going to do with you, you troublesome creature?

Yachi thinks that everything happening is meant to both be a private moment and a routine, and she shouldn't pry. She also thinks that she is reading too much into this, that toxic masculinity is slowly eroding away with her generation and boys can care for each other deeply without the gross gushing of others around them of Amazing, uwu, yaoi babies.

That had actually happened with Suga-san and Akiteru while they were running an errand so Ew. She's not going to become one of those people.

It's not really a big moment of deep euphoria when the shorter boy with the bushy caterpillar eyebrows slips a hand into the other's pocket, leaning right up into his side, under his retreated chin. It is a cuddle manifesting slowly in front of her eyes, and she pauses in her struggle with the paper bags and her two pieces of bread, to blink and the scene make an Ah sound in her lizard brain.

"Cool," she hums.

"Sorry again, but," Caterpillar Brow leans up against the glass, "would you mind adding chillis onto one half?"

Yachi is already stretching one nearest to her hand open. "Tell me when to stop."

He flashes her another winning smile. "You're so valid."

She grins, sprinkling chillis in the tiny half. After a good half of the bread is covered, and he asks her to stop.

Only for the masked friend to lean forward, tug down his face mask, and speak softly.

"Add more, please."

Because Yachi assumes things, as she does, like a presumptuous idiot, she goes on fulfilling the request and thinking that it's for the masked friend. The masked friend doesn't like ordering so his friend had taken up that responsibility for him and he has the taste bud of titanium which explains the excessive chilli situation.

"Is this," she is afraid to ask, "enough?"

She tries to make eye contact with both boys, but because the Presumptuous Moron Energy is on high visibility that day, the masked companion tugs his mask up and draws out his wallet, sighing softly.

"This one," he jerks his head to his companion, "likes his food to strip off skin when he eats. I hold no jurisdiction over his questionable tastes."

It's all kinds of a wonderful, wonderful plot twist. She accepts the payment and wishes them farewell in a rather mechanical manner, and spends a good half of the day just processing everything that transpired. Everything from the masked friend taking the bread from her and pulling the strap onto his wrist so he can hold the other boy's hand, to them knocking heads as they walk away, the excitable companion speaking onto his neck as they disappear into the throng of people.

Asahi apologises for almost running her over and into a medically induced concussion, but she reassures him that she's fine, I've been the victim of a spike before, Asahi-san, this is like a small shove next to that, oh no don't cry, please, I'll live.

Story time is going to be Lit.

#haikyuu!#yachi hitoka #karasuno team bonding #the couple is definitely komori and sakusa #sakukomo #sakusa kiyoomi #komori motoya #was sakusa wearing supreme? yes #this is inspired by 90% real events i did work at a banh mi bakery

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