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aonesteddybear · 4 years ago

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Seven Minutes

terushima yuuji x female reader (super brief kuroo tetsurou x female reader)

warnings: frat!au, drinking, smoking (weed) mention, making out, semi-public sex (closet, and bathroom sex), oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, finishing inside partner with dubious consent??,

word count: 5474

notes: this is for the nsfw hq server collab, which the prompt was "I wonder what he would do if he knew you were with me right now” terushima was one of two of the pieces i wrote for this collab, the other beingn akaashi. this was supposed to be porn-without-plot but ended up being porn-with-plot. keep an eye out for name drops, mentions, and background parings (such as super heckin brief kiyoko x yachi mention) be sure to check out the masterlist here and see all the other great writings and artwork done!

thanks for the beta @daishou-s

The soft thrum of the bass had blood pounding in a soft rhythm in your head. The feeling of bodies pressed against you hot, sweat glistening over your skin as your friend swayed with you to the rhythm of the song playing. At the feeling of a hand on your hip, your eyes flicked to your friend, who gave a soft shrug in approval as you pressed back into the stranger who was bold enough to dance with you.

Although you couldn’t see him, his presence behind you was solid as he grinded against you to the beat of the music. “He’s in the frat,” your friend mouthed at you as she giggled behind her hand, and when you turned towards the stranger to see their face, your eyes had to flick upwards to look at the wall of the man there.

He was pretty, dark hair partially hiding one of his eyes from view as he grinned down at you. “Hey, Kitten,” he called out over the music to you, hands finding their way back down to your waist as your hands were placed gently on the red fraternity jacket. “How are you doing?”

You smirked at the cockiness of his attitude, rolling your eyes even as he pulled you flush to him forcing your arms to raise to rest on his shoulders. “Better now that you’re here.” You teased in response, and the man grinned in delight at your playful attitude.

“You can call me Kuroo for now,” He purred out, head dipping to speak directly to you, and you smirked in response.

“Ok, Kuroo.”

One of his hands traced up your side, moving to trail along your jawline and tip it upwards as he bent down towards you, hesitating briefly as his head tilted slightly until you leaned up to press your lips into his.

His hands moved back to your hips, pulling you further into him as he ground his hips into yours, and your tongues mashed together. He let out an appreciative noise into your mouth as your fingers found purchase in his hair.

A shout of his name over the music had you both pulling away as his eyes scanned over the crowd, landing on one of the other fraternity members who frantically waved at him to come over. He cursed under his breath, hesitating for a moment before he looked back down at you apologetically, “I’ll be right back.” He promised lightly, releasing his hold on you to push through the crowd.

Your friend grabbed your wrist pulling you into her as she giggled, drink sloshing out of her cup and onto her hand. She frowned briefly at it before her attention snapped back to you.

“Do you know who you just made out with?” she attempted to whisper but her voice came out too loud, audible to those around you, and you raised an eyebrow.

“‘Kuroo’?”

“No! Well...yes. But he’s Nekoma’s president!” She pointed out with a giggle, as if the name meant anything to you.

At your blank stare she frowned, tugging your head into hers. “He’s the president of the frat throwing this party, stupid.” She teased, voice light, and you shrugged, “So?”

“‘So?’ So if you get on his good side he can get us into all the best stuff! Also, they’re... ya know... rich.” She squealed, and you smirked, rolling your eyes. “I heard one of the brothers is like...a model. Or their sister is. Something like that…”

“I don’t care about that.” You admitted, “He probably is just trying to use me for body count then.”

She frowned at that, considering your words, but before you could respond, your other friend was rushing over, spilling out words about a game much quicker than your mind could comprehend. Then, she was grabbing both your hands and tugging you further into the house.

You stumbled after the two of them, ignoring the soft whistle of another frat member decorated in yellow as you passed him. Realizing he had caught your eye, he playfully stuck out a tongue at you, wiggling it as your eyes drifted down to it - or rather, the ornament on it. The lights glinted off the metal as he winked at you, and you rolled your eyes.

“Like it?” He called out to you, but before you could respond your friends' shouts of “Hurry up!” caught your attention as you looked back at them. As you turned to respond back to the frat member, his spot on the wall was bare.

You frowned, looking for him in the crowd, but he had disappeared, and you instead turned to follow your friend as she led you up the stairs.

As she opened the door, the smell of weed hit you immediately, nose wrinkling at the strong smell as you shut it behind you.

As you followed your friends to the circle on the floor, your eyes landed on one of the boys who held a pipe, drawing in a lungful of smoke from it as he passed it to the person beside him. You recognized him from a class of yours, and the name Suna popped into your mind as he smiled up at you.

Your friend tapped the spot next to her as you sat down, and you heard the door open and shut behind you again as someone else entered. One of the other guys cleared his throat, tipping the bottle he held in his hand back as he finished it before he set it in the middle.

“What are we playing?” He questioned the group, clasping his hands together, and soft murmurs of suggestion filled the room.

“Seven minutes in heaven.” The voice to your side was bright, cheerful, as the man leaned back, shrugging off the turquoise jacket he wore. His posture was confident, daring anyone to object to his suggestion, and you couldn’t help but admire how the rest of the room fell silent to the brunette’s request.

“Seven minutes it is.”

The rules were explained. It was simple, the bottle would be spun twice. The two it landed on, would go into the closet on the side of the room, and they would be stuck for seven minutes. It didn’t matter who it landed on gender wise, the chosen were chosen.

Those who agreed to the rules muttered their approval, although a few left at the potential to be stuck in the same room with others. A few more people had trickled in the room as he had been explaining the rules, taking their seat before everyone fell silent.

The man who had initiated the game reached out, spinning the bottle with practised ease before leaning back. The bottle spun for a moment before it landed on a girl, one you didn’t recognize, but she seemed shy at the idea suddenly. Her friend sitting next to her snickered softly, whispering something to her, which only made her cheeks burn brighter before she spun the bottle again.

This time, it landed on her friend, who seemed just as startled now. A couple soft laughs were heard from the room as they stood up and were ushered into the walk-in. You watched as Suna pulled out his phone, hitting start on a timer, and just like that, the first round was started.

A joint was passed around the room, soft voices talking over one another as you waited for the timer to end. As the timer went off, one of the other girls opened the door, letting the two of them out. Despite a soft flush to both of their cheeks, neither of them seemed different.

The next round, the bottle landed on a small redhead who seemed quite excited, but his excitement quickly ended with it landing on a tall, dark-haired man on the other side of the circle with a matching black and orange jacket. Neither of them seemed particularly excited about this involvement, despite their apparent knowledge of one another.

As they entered the room with a series of laughter from their friends, the timer was reset and people went about their business. However, when they exited the room, soft whispers and giggles met them due to their matching blushes and tousled hair.

As people reset for round three, your eyes met the man from before, his yellow jacket prominent in the low lighting as he lounged talking to the girl next to him. The glint of light off his tongue seemed blinding to you, but you forced yourself to look away and down to the bottle as a girl leaned forward to spin it, starting the round.

The bottle rattled yet again as it spun dizzily, before it landed with the neck facing you. Your friend giggled excitedly, poking you as you blushed and rolled your eyes, pushing at her as whispers soft words of encouragement to you. You reached forward, hitting the bottle again watching it spin rapidly before it began to slow.

You held your breath, leaning forward slightly as it landed facing the artificial blonde from earlier. He paused in his conversation to the girl from his side, eyes flicking first to the bottle, before they flicked up to you.

A smirk appeared on his face as he pushed himself up, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes at his confident posture. Your friend jabbed you in the ribs, ignoring your glare as she gestured for you to follow.

As you followed him to the closet, you silently ran over the rules in your head.

7 minutes: no more, no less. Anything is fair game as long as you’re both down. When it’s over, it’s over.

He stepped into the closet first, moving off to the side to allow you room near him. When someone shut the door, you were immediately enclosed in darkness, and someone announced the start of the time.

As your eyes adjusted to the dark, you watched as the man rocked back onto his heels, jamming his hands into his pockets as he looked towards you expectantly.

“Sooo…” he started, “What do you want to do?” He questioned curiously, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes.

The thing was, you knew the man standing in front of you. Quite intimately, actually. You and Yuuji Terushima had dated on and off for the last year, and you usually ended up hooking up with each other at parties. But the ball of metal glinting in his mouth? That was new from your last encounter with the faux blonde a few months earlier.

As if he could sense your train of thought, he stuck out his tongue, playing with the ball on it so you could watch curiously. “Like it?” He questioned, “I got it over break.”

You hum in response, stepping forward to examine it closer. Without thinking you reach out, grabbing his tongue carefully between your thumb and index finger as you pull him closer and into your space.

“Interesting,” you muse softly releasing him and he licks at his lips for a moment before his hands reach out, settling on your hips as he leans down to press his forehead to yours, and when you make no move to stop him, he nudges your head back further so he can nip at your lips playful before pressing a chaste kiss to them.

“I saw you earlier, with Kuroo.” His breath is hot against your lips, the words bringing a chill up your spine as your hands come up to push at his chest lightly to give you space. “So?”

“So... I think you can do better.”

“Better? With who, Yuuji? With you?”

“Yeah.” His words were punctuated with his lips once more, shoved against you harshly as he pulled you back flush against him. As you exhaled sharply, his tongue licked into your mouth before you could object.

The clink of metal against one of your teeth immediately had your argument disappearing, sinking into him curiously as you let him run his tongue against yours, your mouth investigating the new feeling.

As your hands come up to tangle in his roots, he let out a soft groan of appreciation that had you squeezing your thighs together. As he pulled back, even in the dark you could see how dark his eyes had gotten.

His pupils are blown wide with arousal that you can also feel pressed against you. He licked his lips once more, savoring the taste of you before he leaned forward, his lips ghosting against yours but not allowing you to press up against him.

“You know, it’s not just for decoration.” The words were teasing, airy against your lips, and pulling away just out of reach as you leaned forward to close the distance, “It’s for purpose also.”

“Oh? Is that so?” You questioned, catching his lips with your teeth lightly, nipping at it just as a rapid knock on the door caused you to jerk apart, head whipping to the door as a voice called through it. “Hey - so Bokuto forgot to start the timer, so….your time restarts.” Another muffled sorry called out to you two as you turned back to face each other.

However, rather than looking annoyed, Terushima looked quite delighted with this revelation. “Why don’t I show you how it can be used? I’ve got seven minutes, apparently.” He whispered to you, lips pressing quickly to your temple before he was sinking to his knees in front of you, and his hands slid up your legs.

As he reached the edge of your skirt, his eyes flicked up to you, waiting for your nod of approval before he was pushing them the clothing up. He pushed it up as far as he could before he tapped your inner thigh, letting you shift your leg out first as he ran a thumb over your panties for a moment before he pressed his face into your panties.

As your fingers dug into his hair in objection, he pulled back only far enough to grin up at you before he leaned forward to lick a stripe up the front of your panties. You let out a soft hiss of his name. You could feel him smirk against you even as he pushed aside your panties for his finger to rub along your slit.

“You’re so wet,” His words were teasing as he pushed one inside you, and you frowned.

“Yuuji, if you’re not going to-”

Your voice cut off, lips falling open as he hooked a finger perfectly inside of you, “Not going to what?” he questioned, and you frowned again, grabbing his hair and pushing his face into you like you knew he liked.

“Shut up.” You snapped back, and you felt his laugh even as his tongue flicked out, pushing into your folds. Your fingers immediately tightened in his hair at the foreign sensation, a noise you weren’t proud of falling from your lips as you felt your toes curl.

The metal was warm but unyielding to your body as it pushed against your clit, and he flicked his tongue playfully against it, his eyes flicking up to watch your reaction.

“Fun, right?” he teased, and before you could object, his lips wrapped against your clit as he sucked it into his mouth. The slurping noise was obscene in the closet despite the outside noise, and you couldn’t help but flush further at it.

He added another finger inside of you, pushing it in with ease despite your body's initial objection to it as he curled it up, stroking your walls in time with his suckles. You could feel yourself getting embarrassingly close, your whimpers soft to him as you felt your hips roll into his movements.

He alternated between sucking and lapping, occasionally pushing his tongue and the new metal against his fingers and slipping inside of you as you shuddered. Your knees felt like they would give out at any moment, your legs trembling as your braced yourself against him.

“Yuuji-” you started, but his body was already shifting, his hand slipping up one of your calves to tug at your leg lightly.

“Hook your leg over your shoulder for me,” his words were a soft rumble against your core that had you shuddering further into him, and you shifted, obeying his words. “Good girl.”

One of your hands left his hair, coming up to cover your mouth as you fought back the noises you so desperately wanted to make. You knew you were getting close to your time limit as well, the worry of getting caught in this rather compromising position flaring up in your stomach, but the idea of pushing him away made you want to cry just as strongly.

As his fingers raked against your sensitive walls, you felt your whole body tremble, legs threatening to give out, but his presence was firm, pushing up into you, holding your body weight where he could support you even as your hand still in his hair tightened painfully.

His name spilled from your lips in a quiet chant, aware of the people outside the door waiting for your time to finish. Still, the faux blonde didn’t relent, his tongue and fingers working in harmony to push you over the edge and carrying through as you trembled around him.

Just as quickly, he lapped up your arousal that had run down his fingers. Pulling away from you and helping you regain your footing, he helped you step back into your panties and pulled them up your legs. Just as he was tugging down your skirt back to its original position, the door swung open.

A soft whistle escaped the man holding the door open, a grin slowly spreading across his face at Terushima's position on his knees, and his hands on your skirt. “Sorry buddy, didn’t work fast enough. Time’s up.”

Terushima grinned as he stood up, slowly wiping his face across the back of his hand as he smirked at the other man. “Fuck off, Daichi,” he stated pointedly even to the chorus of laughter from the other parties who had heard it.

Terushima reached out, grabbing you by the shoulder and nudging you out in front of him. His hand rested on your lower back, promising and reassuring as he guided you out. “Meet me in the basement bathroom in ten.” His whisper was low in your ear, and he stepped away from you and headed back to his friends.

As you made your way to your friend, you willed your legs to continue working, and you ignored the wetness sticking your panties to you as she eagerly grabbed your wrist, pulling you into her, demanding you tell her what had happened within the ten minutes you had been separated.

You gave her a vague answer, promising to tell her in more detail the next morning as you scanned the room. There was only one blonde-headed man left in the room, and he was definitely not Terushima, who had presumably already left.

“Want to go get more drinks?” You questioned, and your friend eagerly nodded, dragging you out of the room just as quickly as she had urged you into it. As you made your way down the stairs and into the main room, you were suddenly overwhelmed by the bodies pushing up against you. Basement, you reminded yourself. You just had to make it to the basement.

It was easy enough to ditch your friend, and although you felt bad about it, you knew she would quickly find one of the many other familiar faces around the party to hang out with until she could find you later on.

Still, as you made your way down the stairs into the basement, you couldn’t help but ask yourself what the hell you were doing. Terushima and you both had issues. It was obvious anytime you spent time together outside the bedroom, but you always found your way back between each other's legs.

Your thoughts didn’t last long. The basement was just as crowded, but rather than the dancing that was happening upstairs, it seemed much more relaxed and casual. It was clear this was where the sober parties had gathered, talking and laughing without the cloud of alcohol or smoke to intoxicate them.

As you made your way past new bodies, you headed for the bathroom door, knocking on it briefly. The same pattern you would knock on his bedroom door with. One you both knew too well.

You had barely finished the knock when the door was jerked open, a hand pulling you in just as quickly and pushing you back up against the door as lips crashed against yours, and his body pushed up against you. His fingers dug painfully tight into your hips, his own body rolling against you as he blindly fumbled for the lock refusing to part his lips from you.

His hands slid under your skirt for the second time that night, pushing it up as you fumbled with the front of his jeans ignoring how his piercing clicked against your teeth as he licked into your mouth.

“Do you want me to blow you?” The question was blunt, but at this point of your relationship, neither of you cared for formalities, not as you were practically humping against one another like horny teenagers.

“No, I want to be in your pussy,” he responds and you can’t help but snicker at his words.

“Real romantic, Yuuji.” You respond, and you can feel his smirk against your lips even as you dip your hands into his boxers, wrapping your hand around his cock.

“I thought it was.”

“Do you have a condom?”

He hesitated briefly at that, and you feel your shoulders stiffen at the same moment. “Yuuji, you know I’m not fucking you without one. I don’t know where your cock has been.” You hiss, pushing him back slightly, and he frowns, stepping back.

“You seemed just fine sticking it into your mouth a second ago.” He argued, and your eyes narrowed in response. He had a point. “Besides, you’re still on birth control right? I’ll just pull out.”

You cross your arms in annoyance, “No, you won’t. You never do.” You argue back, and he rolled his eyes. He hesitated briefly, his eyes darting over your shoulder as if he was considering his words carefully before he slowly spoke.

“Look….I haven’t fucked anyone since you last semester. Okay? It’s fine, I promise.” At your raised eyebrow, he shrugged. “I didn’t want to.” He stated as if it explained his apparent abstinence from sex.

You hesitated, turning to look at yourself in the mirror for a moment before you sighed. “Fine, but if you’re lying and I catch something, I am cutting it off.”

Terushima held up his hands in mock submission before he stepped forward again, one of his hands coming to push your head up to kiss him again as the other shimmied up your skirt, grabbing your panties and shoving them down again. “Sit on the counter.”

His words were muffled against your lips as he guided you backwards, hands gripping your thighs to help lift you up onto the counter as he stepped back from his spot between your legs, reaching back to tug off his shirt over head before he was pushing down his pants and thighs.

You couldn’t help but lick your lips as his tongue sprang up, the tip red and leaking already at the consistent teasing it had received throughout the night without release. You reached out, wrapping a hand around it again before you tugged him closer between your legs.

His hands knocked your hand aside, stroking himself firmly before he playfully tapped his cock against your lips, sliding it through the slick which had leaked from you before he rubbed it over again.

“Yuuji-” you started, your annoyance at his teasing action clear in your voice even as he snorted in amusement.

“Okay, okay, I’ll fuck you. Chill.” He responded, his voice teasing even as you rolled your eyes, lips parting to snap at him once more, but before you could manage a sentence, he was pushing into you, knocking the air out of your lungs just as quickly.

Despite your curiosity at his lack of sex since you, you couldn’t exactly make fun of him for it because, although you wouldn’t admit it, you also hadn’t slept with anyone since him. The tightness wasn’t painful, but it was uncomfortable, and you fought the urge to demand for him to slow down as he pushed further into you with a soft groan.

As he bottomed out inside of you, he stilled, and you couldn’t help but admire his flushed face and squeezed eyes as he calmed himself. As if he could sense your attention, his eyes snapped open, meeting you with a soft smirk.

“You’re so fucking tight, it’s unfair.” His words were strained at the overwhelming sensation he was apparently feeling.

“Don’t you dare cum yet, Yuuji,” You teased back, leaning forward to nip at his lips even as he jerked back.

“I’m not! I’m not...just….just hold on a second.” He hissed out between his teeth, “I said it’s been a minute.”

“Take your time, it’s not like you’re inside of me or anything-” Your words were cut off with a sharp cry as he suddenly pulled his hips back and slammed them back into you all at once. Your hands came up, digging into his shoulder blades for contact as you let out a sharp whimper of his name, your back arching up into him.

“Better?” He questioned, nipping at your skin along your collarbone as you nodded sharply.

“Yeah, please.” At the back of your mind, you realized how pathetic you sounded, your words weak and breathless as you clung to him, and his hips started a soft pace. He didn’t need to test you, he knew exactly what you liked and what would get responses from you.

As his thrusts grew quicker, your fingers dug further into his skin, leaving angry red marks you knew he would tease you about later, but for now, they only encouraged him to continue doing exactly what he was.

As he pressed his face into your neck, he left his own bruises down your throat. His hands came up to push down your shirt enough for him to grope at your breasts before his head dipped to suck on one of the nipples as you opted to tug at his hair.

“Do you like that?” He whispered against your skin, teasing, even as he nipped at the sensitive bud. “I know you do. You’re such a slut for me. I wonder what Kuroo would do if he knew you were with me right now.” The words were teasing, but you heard the possessive note behind them. Rather than knocking him away or picking a fight about how you didn’t belong to him and you could do what you wanted with who you wanted, you decided to feed his ego for once.

His name was meaningless to both of you as it spilled from your lips, a chant and his other hand slipped between your bodies, rubbing at your clit even as you jerked away just as quickly. The sensitivity of the nerves slammed into your body as you felt your muscles contract, earning a soft noise of pleasure from him.

His head raised then, his hand leaving your breast to tangle in your hair to hold your head as he kissed you eagerly.

“Fuck,” the word was whispered against your lips even as your legs tightened around his waist, “I’ve missed this.”

You let out a sharp gasp at the combination of his words and a well aimed thrust, which he eagerly took advantage of, his tongue slipping into your mouth.

As his hand on your clit pinched at the bundle of nerves, you yelped sharply, jerking into him, which ended with him laughing into your kiss. “I’ve missed you.” He rephrased, and for a moment, you mulled over his words, trying to figure out what exactly he meant by that.

As your lips parted to ask him, he shifted away from your face, his hands moving to grab your hips harshly in a grip you knew would leave more bruises as he started up new thrusts angling into the spot on your walls, which had your knuckles turning white on the counter top as your chest arched up towards him.

“Holy fuck- okay, honestly, are you close? Because if you keep this up, I really am going to cum-”

“Yes! Just...keeping doing it. Like that, don’t stop.” Your words were strained, teeth gritted as he pounded into you. “Can you-?” Your question was cut off as his hand found its way back to your clit, rubbing harsh circles that had a sob leaving your throat.

“Yuuji!” His name left your lips in a sharp cry as his body folded over you.

“Cum for me,” His breath fanned over your ear, tickling your earlobe as you let out a soft sob, body spasming around him. “Cum for me, Y/N.” Your body obeyed him, even though you didn’t want to, your orgasm slamming into you and overflowing as you clutched at him even as his hips snapped into you, stilling as he panted into your throat.

You laid there for longer than you would like to admit, holding each other. Breaths slowing together despite the sweat sticking you to each other. It wasn’t until you felt liquid drip down your ass that you tensed up, suddenly realizing exactly what your current state was.

Again, as if he realized what you were thinking, he quickly sat up, pulling his softening cock from you as you both stared at where you had just previously been connected and the cum dripping from your hole. “Yuuji, I swear to god-”

“Wait, I’m sorry!” He started, raising his hand up in surrender.

“No, you’re not! This is why I make you wear a condom!” You spit out, and he frowned.

“I’ll just buy you a pill if it’s that big of a deal.”

You sat up, grabbing some of the toilet paper to wipe it off. “It’s not that, it’s just disgusting dripping out.”

He shrugged, picking up his shirt as he tugged it back on. “I don’t see what the big deal is,” he responded as he tucked himself back into his clothes and buttoned up his pants before he grabbed a wad of toilet paper himself. As you started to close your legs, his hands caught you, glaring up at you. “I just ate you out in a closet, and now fucked and came in you in a bathroom. Don’t start being shy on me now.”

You let out a grumble of annoyance even as he bent over and started to wipe at your legs as well, his hands gentle and delicate of your puffy swollen folds as he cleaned away both of your cum. Just like before, he reached down, picked up your panties and slid them up your legs, kissing them as he went and you felt your stomach flutter in a way you’d rather not acknowledge just yet.

As your hips lifted up for him to slide the panties over your hips, he held a hand out, which you took, hopping down to the ground. As your legs gave out, Terushima’s presence was strong, and he caught you with a soft laugh. “Easy there, steady.” he teased, voice gentle as you found your balance.

“You good?” He questioned, even as you nod. Your hands go to tug down your skirt, but his hands knocked you out of the way, beating you to it as he smoothed it down before he moved to fix your shirt.

“There,” he breathed out softly, fingers moving to smooth over soft bruises as he turned you to stare at yourself in the mirror. “Ok?”

You nodded. “Ok,” you echo, and for a moment, neither of you move, staring at each other’s bodies in the mirror, but after a moment, he clears his throat, his hand dropping as he moved to the door to open it. As he took a step out, you saw him hesitate briefly as he turned back to you.

“I’ll text you.” He decided, but his words were anything but confident, and you had long since learned Terushima did what he wanted to. He was unreliable at best.

You found yourself shrugging, a simple movement despite his frown. “Okay.”

He nodded, eyes flicking to the door and then back to you after a moment before he nodded, echoing your soft “Okay.” and just like that, Terushima Yuuji was gone yet again.

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leviathans-watching · 3 years ago

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SYNOPSIS: during your second year of uni you have the misfortune of sharing a class with terushima, a loud and irritating party boy. he’s mouthy, fake, and full of himself, everything your mysterious texting buddy isn’t. but as time goes on and terushima begins expressing new sides to himself never before seen, you wonder if everything is as it seems.

profiles 01 | profiles 02

01- sorry, wrong number

02- weekend plans

03- the question game

04- volleyball game

05- organic growth

06- dick move

07- busy tonight

08- campus escort

09- reset

10- apologies and obsessions

11- really good handwriting

12- meddle?

13- charming

14- more time

15- haha yes

16- say no to property damage

17- patience

18- the party pt I

19- the party pt II

19.5- extra

20- epilogue

a/n: super excited to post this series! some profiles/formatting was reused from false dichotomy, and as always, i don’t have a twitter so ignore dates/numbers lol (also: tokyo u is the university used for this smau. this smau is not reflective of how tokyo universities really are.) this also isn’t meant to minimize his canon behavior, but i also won’t let this become a debate on the ethics of liking his character xx

rated t | warnings: explicit language, mentions of/shown drinking & partying, mentions of/referenced hooking up [warnings liable to change]

tags: smau, one sided rivals to lovers, slow burn, fluff, mild angst, miscommunication, college au

completed

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sweet-rintarou · 3 years ago

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silver lining | w. ushijima smau

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part forty-three

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tobioismylove · 3 years ago

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pov: playboy falling in love with you.

pairings: Terushima Yūji x reader(f)

summary: Just the Johzenji's playboy falling for you and bringing you out on a date <33

genre: fluff, high school!au

notes: this is my first time writing a fanfiction, so please please tell me if there's something that needs to be improved.

Bumping into Terushima was an accident.

The best accident.

You came to the Sendai City Gymnasium to watch the match between Karasuno and Johzenji. It was an intense game and you were happy that Karasuno won. You happily exited the court, making your way to congratulate your best friends.

That's when you bumped your shoulder into someone, that person immediately grabbing your hand and preventing you from falling. "I'm so sorry!" Your breath hitched as you looked up at the person you bumped into.

It was none other than Johzenji's number 1. His blonde hair is messy from the previous game against Karasuno, sweat dripping down his forehead. You'd be dumb to not acknowledge how good looking he was.

"You good, little girl?" He flashes you a sly smile, noticing how you just spaced out while staring at him. "Ah– yes, thank you– I mean, sorry–" He chuckled as you were a stuttering mess in front of him, a shade of pink dusting your cheeks. You blamed your socially awkward ass for being like this.

"I'll get going now." You bowed at him before turning on your heels. "Wait!" You turned back around to face him, confusion written all over your face. "You just gonna go and not even give me your number?" Only now you were noticing the shining jewelry pierced in his tongue which only added onto his attractiveness.

"Why–"

"Y/N!" Your sentence was cut off by a specific orange haired guy shouting your name and running towards you. "Shoyo!" You giggled as he enveloped you in a big hug, almost sending you falling to the ground, but you managed to balance the both of you.

"Oh, you were here for Karasuno..?" Both of you pulled away, looking at the opponent's captain. "Terushima." The said guy only gave a nod to your best friend before turning on his heels and walking away.

"Is he someone you know?" Hinata inquired as both of you walked towards where his teammates were. "Nope. Just accidentally bumped into him and almost fell flat on my butt." The two of you laughed, your best friend draping his arms on your shoulders.

"Congratulations, guys!" You beamed happily, standing in front of them. "Y/N, you came!" Yamaguchi threw his arms around you, hugging you tightly. "Of course I did, you dumbass."

"Grow some balls and go meet her." Terushima glared at his friend before resting his head down on his desk. "But that shorty is her boyfriend." A frown made its way onto his face as he thought about how Hinata had hugged you and the fact that you looked so happy.

"We're about to have lunch. You wanna join us?" Daichi asked, throwing his backpack over his shoulder. "We only take 'yes' as an answer." Chuckling, you joined them for lunch. What could possibly be better than celebrating their win together?

"It's really new watching Johzenji's playboy wrecking his head over a girl he barely knows."

"Tch. Shut up.!" The blonde groaned, shutting his eyes tight. Bobata was quite right. Flirting with multiple girls at once was his nature, so why was he bothering himself with you? If Hinata is your boyfriend, why should it even matter to him? He bumped into you at the Sendai City Gymnasium, he flirted with you because you're cute. He told himself there was nothing more to it.

So why the fuck was he standing at Karasuno High School's entrance that evening?

Students glanced at him and his two other best friends, wondering what they were doing at another school. Well, maybe it wouldn't have been too obvious if it weren't for their olive-coloured school blazer.

Some girls shot flirtatious looks over at them, some even coming as far as approaching them. Though Terushima's friends were clearly entertaining them, he didn't give a shit honestly. He came here solely for you.

"Shit, what if she isn't even from this school?" He questioned, running his hand through his blonde hair. "Pfft, you'd look so fucking dumb then." He huffed, shoving his hands into the pockets of his school pants as he took another look around at the school compound.

And there you were, arm linked with another girl with short blonde hair. A wide smile plastered on your face.

"Y/N!" He called out your name, grabbing yours and your friend's attention, your eyes widening upon seeing him. "Isn't that the guy from Johzenji's volleyball team?" You gave her a nod, giving her a small apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, Hitoka. Please head home first." She gives you a reassuring smile, waving her hand at you before walking down the road.

"Hey." You give him a small smile, tucking your hair behind your ear as you glanced at his friends behind him who gave you a nod of acknowledgement.

To be honest, Terushima Yuji was losing his cool.

Why? Simple answer; you.

How could he not lose his cool when you were right there in front of him, fingers fiddling with the hem of your school skirt, cheeks painted pink?

"Uh, is shorty your boyfriend or something..?" He refused to look at you, slightly scratching the back of his neck. Your eyes widened as you blinked a few times before softly giggling, understanding what could've made him think that.

"No, he's just my best friend." He let out a soft sigh of relief, finally looking down at you with the same sly smile. "Then, can I get your number now?" You smiled, taking his phone from his hand and typed in your number in his contact. As you handed him back his phone, he typed something in it before turning the phone's screen for you to look.

He saved your name as 'Baby <3', a satisfied grin cutting his lips as he saw you blushing once again. "FYI, I don't just call any random girl 'baby'."

"I– I should get going now." You were about to walk away, but he was quick to grab onto your wrist. "Wait, I'll– we'll– walk you home." He corrected himself, nodding his head towards his friends. "If you're okay with it, that is."

"No, it's fine, really. My house is just around this neighborhood. Thank you for the offer, though." You smiled, giving him a small wave before turning on your heels and walking down the road towards your house.

Getting ready for bed, you switched off the lights and tucked yourself under the covers when your phone's notification popped up.

"She's so damn cute, Teru." Bobata stated, throwing his arm around his friend's shoulders. "Yeah. She's mine tho." Shoving his phone into his back pocket, he walked towards the opposite direction of where you went. "Ayy, claiming her so soon?"

[unknown]: hey, baby <3

[unknown]: it's Terushima.

A smile spreads to your lips as you replied to him after saving his number.

[you]: hey :)

[Teru<3]: I was thinking about bringing you out tomorrow. Since it's a weekend.

[you]: are you asking me out on a date?

[Teru<3]: yes baby.

[Teru<3]: you down or nah?

[you]: I'm down.

[Teru<3]: Great. Send me your address and I'll pick you up at 6pm tmrw ;)

[Teru<3]: good night, baby <3

[you]: nights <33

That night, you fell asleep with your heart beating faster than usual and wondering if it was possible to get fond of someone in just a day.

The next day, you got dressed up and put on light makeup, waiting for Terushima to pick you up.

[Teru<3]: I'm outside your house, baby.

[you]: Kayy, coming down now.

Putting your phone into your sling bag, you walked downstairs. "Mom, I'm going out!" You shouted for your mom to hear as you put on your shoes. "Okay, honey. Be back by 10! Love you!"

"Love you too!" You walked out of your house, smiling at Terushima who had his arms crossed, leaning against his motorbike. "Hey." You greeted, walking closer towards him. "You look beautiful." He complimented you, handing you one of the helmets. "Thank you."

"This bike yours? Or your dad's?" He chuckled, helping you secure the helmet around your head. "Mine. My dad gifted it to me on my 16th birthday." Getting on his bike and wearing his own helmet, he held out his hand to you. "Hop on, baby." You happily took his hand, sitting on his motorbike. "Where are we headed to?" You asked, gently gripping onto his jacket. "A restaurant to have a romantic dinner."

"Also, you might have to hold onto me tighter than that or I can't guarantee you won't fly off my bike." You laughed out loudly for the first time in front of him, and your laughters were music to his ears.

At that moment, all he knew was that he wanted to make you laugh more from now on.

"You ready, baby?" You hummed a response, wrapping your arms around his waist for a better grip as he started driving his bike. He was pretty skillful you'd say. Though you knew high schoolers like him were a fan of riding recklessly, he for sure wasn't doing that with you behind him. He wasn't going fastly, but it wasn't entirely slow either. Just the perfect safe speed.

"Please tell me you like steaks." He said, stopping at the red light. "I love them." He let out a sigh of relief. "Thank god. If you didn't then it would've ruined our first date." You giggled, adjusting your grip around his waist, making sure to not squeeze the hell out of him. "I'm not really a picky eater." He smiles, looking at you through the motorbike's mirror. "Perfect. I love people who enjoy eating."

He had safely brought you to the restaurant, holding out his hand for you to get off his bike. "Was it too fast?" That question only confirmed the theory in your head that he had rode slowly for your sake. "Nope, it was fine. Not too slow either." You gave him a reassuring smile, letting him help you to take off the helmet. "Let's go." He holds open the door for you, letting you in first before following after you. Resting his hand on the small of your back, he guided you towards an empty table.

This guy is a romantic teenager.

"I love this place." You said softly as he pulled out the chair for you to sit before sitting down opposite of you. "Me too. The steak they serve here is the best." Both of you continued talking, exchanging small information about each other while waiting for the food to arrive.

"I'll do it for you." He offered, neatly cutting your meat for you. "You sure know how to treat a girl on a date. How many dates have you gone to before?" He grins, glancing up at you for a while before focusing back on cutting the meat. "I've gone on a pretty fair number of dates, but never really did these things to girls."

"Not even for one girl? Why?" He shook his head, placing the fork and knife back on your plate and gesturing you to eat. "Nope. I just didn't really care I guess."

"You're the very first. I learned all these from movies and shit." You giggled, slightly nodding your head.

"It's delicious, isn't it?" He questioned, cutting his own meat as you chewed on yours. "Yes, I really love it." You said after swallowing.

After taking your time with eating and talking to each other, both of you left the restaurant. "Did your parents set any curfew?" He inquired, securing the helmet for you once again. "Yeah, gotta be home by 10." He put on his helmet before checking his wrist watch. "We still have plenty of time. I wanna bring you somewhere else first before dropping you off at home." Getting onto his bike with the help of his hand, both of you headed towards wherever he was planning on bringing you next.

"Oh my gosh, you can see the moon clearly from here.!" You exclaimed as Terushima stopped by at the beach. The place wasn't too dark thanks to the full moon illuminating.

"Can we hold hands?" You giggled, holding his hand and intertwining your fingers. You were only able to spot a few other couples, the place was almost silent with only the sounds of the waves hitting the shore audible.

"This place is relaxing." You inhaled the air, the salty smell of the sea hitting your nose. "Right?"

"Stand there for a bit, baby. Imma snap a few pictures." You stand at the spot in front of him, opening your arms wide and he immediately snaps a picture of you. "Oh– wait, the wind–" Your hair was getting messy by the wind, but Terushima just continued to snap more pictures as you desperately tried to adjust your hair. "Hey! Stop!" He laughed, walking closer to you to show the pictures. "Delete that! I look ugly!"

"Ugly? You look fucking cute to me." You pouted your lips as he refused to delete the photo, making him chuckle down at you. "Trust me, you look cute in that." He smiles, combing through your hair with his fingers.

"Can I kiss you?" He whispered, staring into your eyes shining under the moonlight. You gave him a brief nod and he leaned down to press his lips against yours. The kiss was soft and gentle. His arms make their way around your waist, pulling you closer to him and you twined your arms around his neck.

He pulls away after a while, resting his forehead against yours. "You're so beautiful." He whispered, one of his hands coming up to cup your cheek and brush his thumb against your skin.

He didn't say "I love you" or "Be my girlfriend" that night. Was it too soon? Or maybe it wasn't the perfect time and place.

But where else would be better than confessing under the moonlight after a sweet kiss? That moment was perfect for you.

"So both of you are together now?!" Your two best friends asked excitedly in unison. "I don't know, honestly. He didn't exactly say he loved me or that he wanted me to be his girlfriend." Kageyama, who was quiet until now tilted his head disapprovingly. "I heard that he's a playboy in his school." You weren't all that surprised. He was handsome, good with his words and he did say he went on a fair amount of dates.

So why did Terushima Yuji only compliment you and said nothing else?

"How do you know? Does the rude Kageyama actually have friends in another school?" Hinata earned a smack on the back of his head as you giggled at the two of them. "It's like they'll die if they don't fight." You said, glancing at Yachi who chuckled at your words. "True. Also, about Terushima. You should be careful around him." You gave her a reassuring smile. "Thank you for worrying, Hitoka. But I'll be fine." The four of you continued eating lunch, dropping Terushima's topic.

Turning around, your eyes widened as you saw the guys from the volleyball club glaring down and Terushima. "What are y'all doing?" You questioned as Tanaka and Nishinoya stood in front of you as if to protect you from the confused Terushima.

That evening, Terushima was standing at your school's entrance once again, but this time his friends weren't with him. "Hey." You greeted him with a smile, standing in front of him with your books clutched against your chest. "Hey, ba...by..?" He trailed off, causing your eyebrows to crash together. "Something wrong?" You questioned and noticed he was looking somewhere behind you.

Hinata and Kageyama must've told them about Terushima being a playboy.

Heaving out a sigh, you pushed the two of them away. "Y'all are being weird. Now, shoo. Go get yourselves steamed buns."

"Sorry about that." You apologized after watching the guys walk away. "It's fine. Though I wonder why they were acting that way..?" You cleared your throat, starting to walk down the road with Terushima beside you. "It's nothing, really."

Silence took over between the two of you, you were lost in your thoughts, wondering if he really was just playing with your feelings. He can get way more prettier girls so why'd he bother himself with someone like you?

"Teru?" You were brought out of your trance when a girl approached you and Terushima. "Teru, what are you doing here? Did you come to see me?" The girl questioned, looping her arm around Terushima's. "No. I'm walking my soon-to-be girlfriend to her home. I didn't even know you lived here." The colour drained from her face at his blunt words and she turned to glare at you up and down. "I thought you loved me?"

"I never said I did. You knew that too. All I did was wink at you and share a few words with you and you call that love? Now, excuse us." Taking your hand in his, he walked ahead, leaving the girl glaring at the back of his head.

"Teru, stop." He turned around to look at you, biting his lower lip as he knew you were about to ask about that girl, but your question surprised him. "Are you playing with my feelings?"

"No! No, I'd never." He held both of your hands, looking into your eyes. "I… I do like you. Why'd you doubt that?" He frowned as you shrugged. "I don't know, Teru. Maybe because I hoped you'd ask me to be your girlfriend that night at the beach but all you said was 'you're beautiful'." His gaze dropped to the ground as he kicked the tiny stones. "That's 'cause…"

"'Cause what?" He heaved out a sigh, blood rushing to his cheeks. "There was this necklace that I ordered online and I wanted to confess to you with that." You almost didn't understand what he said because of how fast he talked, but once you grasped it, you broke out into laughter.

"Hey! Don't laugh!" He huffed, turning away from you to hide his flushed face. "You're so cute, Teru." You smiled, moving to stand in front of him. Cupping his cheeks, you made him look at you. "I'll pretend you never said that. I'll wait until the necklace arrives so don't go around sulking." He grinned, resting his hands on your waist. "I wanna kiss you."

"I'd never kiss someone who's not my boyfriend." You pulled away and started walking ahead. "Not fair! I'm gonna make you my girlfriend in a few days tho."

"Well then wait for a few more days." Terushima frowned, holding your wrist to stop you from walking further. "Wait, I need to tell you something." When you looked up at him, he took the chance to steal a kiss from your lips. "Hey.!"

"I love you, Y/N."

And his plan to confess to you with a necklace flew away in the breeze like those flower petals. Not that he cared when he got to see the blush on your cheeks.

"I love you too, Teru."

And under the street light, with the sun almost setting, he stole another kiss from you.

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coffeeaddictwithproblems · 4 years ago

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one more chance

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feat: yūji terushima x gn!reader

notes: hurt/comfort, mild cursing, angst with a happy ending, 1.4k words

message: i ain’t gonna lie to y’all...this hurt to write :’)

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This wasn’t supposed to happen, not like this. The two of you had your fights and your bad days, but it always worked out in the end. When he fucked up or you fucked up, you would forgive one another because you always forgave one another.

But it didn’t work this time. Why didn’t it work this time?

“I’m done.” Those were the last two words you said to him before slamming the front door shut behind you. Except you weren’t, right? You would come just like you always did...right?

Terushima patiently waited day after day, his phone glued to his hand as he checked every hour for a call or a text or something from you. You never sent anything. He stood by the gym doors after practice for you to give him a kiss on the cheek before taking his hand to walk home together. You never showed up.

A week passed and nothing changed. No notifications, no sneaking into the clubroom, no glances in class or in passing in the hallway, no visits during practice, no finding him after school ended to walk together.

Nothing.

I’m done. The two words rattle around in his head no matter how hard he pushes them away. They grow louder each time, drowning out anything else around him.

One night, as he’s lying in bed wide awake, a sickening thought wiggles into his head.

Had you actually meant those words?

Sleep became harder after that thought made a home for itself with the other. Not tonight, or the next night, or the night after that, until so many pass he loses track.

If you were here, you would hold his head close to your chest so he could listen to your heartbeat. It always soothed him to hear the steady pounding. Your fingers would card through his hair, nails lightly dragging across his scalp as you hum an unnamed tune to him.

For a moment, the memory brings a smile to his face. Then that terrible night resurfaces and the permanent frown returns.

Terushima lays like a starfish on his back on your once shared bed. His body feels drained, but his mind is restless. He can’t remember the last time he showered or cooked a meal that wasn’t microwave noodles.

There is practice today, but he knows when he feels the sunlight warming his face that he wouldn’t be going. He had already missed so many he was surprised he wasn’t kicked off the team. Even they were taking pity on him.

His chest lifts with a deep breath, then drops back down as he blows it back out in a long sigh. “This really is the end. I’m never going to see them again.”

Right as the words are mumbled from his lips, there’s a knock at the door. He doesn’t move a muscle. If the person really needs him, they’ll knock again. And that they do, this time more urgently.

“Who the hell could possibly be here?” Terushima grumbles to himself as he sits up. His socked feet tap against the floor as he drags himself to the front door.

Peeking through the peephole, his heart jumps into his throat. This has to be a dream or weird sleep-deprived hallucination. There is no other possible reason for him seeing you standing there.

You knock on the door once more, snapping him out of his dazed trance. A rush of anxiety courses through him.

What do I do?

“Is anyone home?” you call from behind the door.

“Y-Yeah, just give me a second,” he stutters back.

He quickly runs his fingers through his hair to neaten the mess and smoothes the wrinkles from his top the best he can. With a calming breath, the doorknob twists and you come into view, piece by piece.

“Hello, Terushima.”

He doesn’t even register the fact you used his last name instead of his first. He’s still reeling from seeing you standing in front of him in the flesh.

It’s really you. You came back.

“Y/N.” He clears his throat, then tries again. “What can I help you with?”

“I’m here to pick up some things I left at your place.”

Your place. Not ours. That small detail sends a needle through his heart. Part of him had secretly hoped you had forgotten about the clothes and other things you left. They were all he had left of you.

“Right, right. Um,” he awkwardly shuffles to the side. “Come on in.”

You nod curtly then step inside. As you pass by, he catches a whiff of your shampoo. It smells exactly the same as the one you used when you lived with him. He bites back the smile stretching across his lips.

You stand in the middle of the living room, unsure of where to quite start. But there’s something more that has your mind occupied.

The apartment hasn’t changed a bit since the day you left. The couch cushions are in the same spot, your coffee mug sits on the corner of the table where you had left it, there are still a handful of dishes in the sink.

It all almost feels nostalgic. At least it would if you didn’t remind yourself why you were here.

You glance at him from over your shoulder. “I’ll start with the bedroom, if that’s alright.”

Terushima blinks and shakes his head, like he’s coming back from a daze of some sort. “Uh, yeah, sure.”

You make your way to the bedroom only to be stopped shortly by him calling out.

“Wait.”

Putting on a blank expression, you turn back around to face him. “What?”

He didn’t think you would actually listen. What was he supposed to say?

“I...I’m sorry for not trying to fix things between us. I saw it coming and I just stood by and let it happen.”

You stare back silently, doing your best to remain composed. Your nails dig into the back of your thighs as you grind your teeth together.

“But I’ve changed, Y/N, I’m different now. We can start over and-”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” you jump in sharply. He flinches slightly at the edge in your voice. Your brows are knit close together and your upper lip raises in a snarl. “Do you have any idea how many chances we went through Terushima?”

“I know, and I’m really sorry-”

“No, don’t even start. I came here to grab my things and leave, not to hear whatever bullshit excuses you think can fix this.”

Tense silence grows between the two of you as you stand unmoving in your places, the other’s words soaking in like ink into paper. It feels like you're waiting for him to speak, to continue his pleading apologies, but they stay glued to his tongue.

“Y/N…” Your name trembles past his lips. His legs move on their accord as they carry him over to you. The tips of his fingers graze your wrist, startling you slightly. He hesitates for a second, unsure. Treading cautiously, he slowly slips his fingers between yours. Your skin feels exactly how he remembered.

Your eyes well up despite how many times you blink them. A tear escapes and rolls down your cheek, then another, and another. A pained sound sucks past your lips as the walls you worked so hard to build come crashing down around you. Your shoulders quiver with each stuttered inhale and exhale as you struggle to fight back your cries.

Terushima spins you around, his hands reaching up to cup your wet cheeks in his hands. You whimper quietly to yourself and sniff back your runny nose. Your eyes squeeze shut, pushing out more tears. He wipes them away with his thumbs, spreading wet streaks across the apples of your cheeks.

Your cries begin to dwindle down into tiny whimpers and clipped sniffs. Your throat is sore and scratchy as you whisper faintly. “What if it’s meant to end, Teru? We have done our best to keep it going, but it always ends the same.”

Without a word, he leans in and presses his lips onto yours. They’re as soft as the last time he kissed you. He waits for his lungs to burn for a breath of air before pulling away. His forehead taps yours. “If you're willing to let me, then I’m willing to give us one more chance.”

You stare at him with glossy, red eyes. You have loved and lost him more times than you like to count. But despite it all, the two of you always find your way through it. Even after the yelling and the crying and the slamming of doors, you come back together.

“Alright. But this is our final chance, Yūji. If this gets messed up, that’s the end of it. We’re done for good. Promise?”

A solemn smile curls up the corners of his lips. “I promise.”

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im-n-your-walls · 3 months ago

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⊹₊⟡⋆⊹₊⟡⋆⊹₊⟡⋆spooky season⊹₊⟡⋆⊹₊⟡⋆⊹₊

summary: what Haikyuu characters wear for Halloween A/n: I think ima do one going into more detail in a later post

Tore up there sibling’s sheets to become a ghost just to spite them

tsukishima, Miya twins, Yamamoto

ur average inflatable costume, chicken, cow, dinosaur etc.

Tendou, Terushima, Nishinoya, kuroo, lev

you had to get them a costume because they didn’t get the holiday

ushijima, kita, aran, Kageyama

themselves/they don’t celebrate

kenma, suna, iwazumi, sukasa

a tired mother/father

yaku, dichi, asahi, Akashi

something smexsy, nurse, black cat etc.

suga, kiyoko, Bokuto, Oikawa

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xfgpng · 2 years ago

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𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦 —

— : [ nsfw ] yakuza boss terushima, stripper y/n, cunnilingus, pussy slapping, pet names, fingering [ sir kink if you squint ]

— wc : 1.3k

the way you moved your hips was hypnotising. try as he might, terushima could not bring himself to look away from your body. he can hear kuroo talking, something about shipments and guns. he should be paying attention, he’s their boss after all but he can’t look away.

why would then have a meeting in the new club? he usually doesn’t pay attention to the dancers. they’re beautiful sure but he knows they want his money and to be known as his girl. he finds it amusing more than anything else.

you’re beautiful and he loves the way he strobe lights shine from above you. you’re so confident with your body and the way you move has everyone hooked. he has no doubts that his club his going to be raining in a lot of money tonight.

“she’s new” kiyoko says, placing their tray of alcohol on the expensive glass table, “she started on thursday”

“you didn’t think to take it up with me?” terushima asks, eyes never leaving you as you grip the pole with both your hands. his mind wonders to other poles you could hop onto.

“you never take interest in our dancers” she says dryly, “just as long as they keep customers coming back, right?”

he ignores her and stands to loosen his tie. he didn’t like the way the men down below were watching you, drooling over your body. it made him clench his jaw.

“send her to my office” he says, tone dismissive and leaving no room for anyone to argue. they know better anyway.

you weren’t scared. you knew all about the shady business and the owner of the club. you enjoyed dancing and the extra money wasn’t bad either. whatever they did wasn’t your business but when mikasa told you the boss wanted to see you, your palms felt a little clammy.

“come in” terushima, your boss, grins, “close the door sweetheart”

“yes sir” you say softly. not because you’re scared but because you’re in shock. you didn’t know this was your boss.

“have a seat” he says, “would you like a drink?”

“sure” you shrug, taking a seat on one of the luxury leather chairs in front of his desk. he smells good, even from where you’re sitting. he licks his lips and you notice the small metal ball on his tongue.

“no need to be so nervous love” he chuckles, handing you a glass of wine, “i don’t bite”

you wouldn’t mind if he did bite but you don’t say anything, subtly squeezing your thighs together as you take a sip of the wine. after a long night, it felt good to sit down and have a glass of wine.

“i don’t usually meet the dancers unless it’s for work or events” he taps his desk as he crosses his legs, “but i saw you out there tonight and i had to meet you”

you don’t really know what to say so you nod, smiling when he grins at you again. he really was so handsome but the piercing you knew he had was distracting you.

“want to see it up close?” he smirks

you feel flushed.

“i’m sorry” you say quickly, not realising you had said that out loud.

“don’t apologise sweetheart” he laughs, giving you a perfect view of the piercing again. “do you want to come sit closer?”

you don’t know why but you do. walking over, you sit on his desk right in front of him. you lean back on the table and look down at him as he eyes your legs. he’s not ashamed to check you out and even though it’s the bare minimum and he could probably get away with doing whatever he wanted, he doesn’t touch you.

“i didn’t ask for a private show but i’m not opposed to it now” he bites his lip when you tilt your head sideways. you look so pretty perched on his desk. when he invited you upstairs, he really was only interested in meeting you. he wasn’t against playing the long game.

“did you ask me up here to talk, sir?” you ask, pretty eye lashes batting at him as you teasingly spread your legs. you were usually confined so you had no reason to be shy around him. it was obvious he liked what he saw.

he groans and runs his hand through his dirty blonde hair. he narrows his eyes at you and you hide your smile.

“y/n, you’re testing my patience” he warns, “i didn’t call you up here to fuck you”

“no?” you pout

he sighs. he was known for getting around but he was more interested in you than he’d ever been in anyone else for a very long time. he doesn’t really remember a time where he was this interested.

you weren’t necessarily intimidated by him and you seemed confident which he appreciated. people enjoyed kissing his ass and he hated brown nosers.

“unless you want me to” he rolls his sleeves up, “you’re a big girl, speak up”

you spread your legs slowly, revealing just now interested you were. it was embarrassing but you wouldn’t let him know that. your sheer panties left little to the imagination up close.

“you let everyone fuck you?” he scoffs, eyes never leaving your pussy even as he mocks you.

“no” you frown, “but can you blame me right now?”

he laughs and shakes his head. he could tell you were going to be a handful and he would enjoy keeping you in check.

you lean down and kiss his jaw, trailing soft wet kisses down his neck and he bites back a groan.

“touch me sir” you whisper, “please”

he grabs your hips forward, causing you to yelp and fall backwards. he nips and bites the inside of your thighs as he grips your ass. he slaps your pussy when you try to close your thighs.

“behave baby” he says, voice sounding slightly hoarse

he kisses your clothed pussy before pressing his tongue flat against you. the feeling of the ball presses against your clit and you moan, grabbing his hair with one hand as the other travels up to grab your breasts.

“you’re so fucking wet” he moans, pushing your panties to the side as he sucks his fingers. “all for me?”

“yeah” you nod your head, grip in his hair tightening as he slips his middle finger into you. you’re tight and he feels his dick throbbing in his slacks. he was going to ruin you.

“fuck” he groans before going back in to eat your pussy. he sucks on your clit and adds a second finger. he scissors you open as he makes sure to teases your clit with his piercing.

the feeling is so foreign but so good. your sweet moans fill his office and he hopes everyone in the next room can hear just how good he’s making you feel.

you were his now.

his tongue joins the two fingers inside you and you arch your back, struggling to keep your eyes open but you want to see him so you look down.

he’s watching you intently, eyes narrowed into slits and it makes you squirm. he’s smirking against your pussy, fingers deeper than you could ever hope to achieve on your own.

“that’s it baby, ride my fucking face” he slaps your clit which causes you to scream. you grip his hair and move your hips against his face. it’s so messy and sloppy but it’s turning you on and you’re so close.

“fuck” you cry out, tossing your head back when you feel your orgasm approaching “i’m close”

“let go” he says, “cum on my face”

your legs shake from the intensity of your orgasm. you can barely catch you breath and he’s helping you ride it out. you’ve never felt this good just from being eaten out or fingered.

“you’re so fucking sexy” he groans, standing to remove his shirt.

he gives you some time to calm down. he was far from done with you and after tonight, you were his girl.

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bbysamu · 4 years ago

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Grocery shopping with Haikyuu Boys

⇢ Featuring: DAICHI Sawamura, KITA Shinsuke, TERUSHIMA Yuji, OIKAWA Toru

⇢ Genre: fluff

⇢ warnings: none!

⇢ wc: 457

━━ ➴ DAICHI Sawamura

Mans got a grocery list and you cannot convince me otherwise. Before going to the store, he will make you go through the list with him, not once, but twice, to ensure you guys have written down everything you need. Always holds the basket or pushes the cart. When you hand him the groceries, he will methodically place it into the cart. Does not really stray from the list, but if you ask him nicely, he will let you buy those candies. “babe, we still have M&Ms at home.” “but, Daichi, these aren’t M&Ms, these have caramels in them and you know I love caramels.” “okay fine, but this is the last time okay?” You both know that is not true.

━━ ➴ KITA Shinsuke

Similar to the Karasuno captain, given Kita’s type A organizational tendencies, he has a list as well. But his list is probably even more intense than Daichi’s. He will triple check every pantry, cabinet, fridge corner to ensure you guys have really run out of whatever it is that you need. He just doesn’t like to waste food he tells you. Very much enjoys the grocery shopping experience, will definitely take his sweet time browsing to make sure the vegetables are the freshest, meat the best quality etc...Kita likes to spoil you, so whatever you want, he will mostly buy. “Can we get this?” “yes.” “What about this?” “yes” “Are you going to say yes to everything?” “For you? yes.”

━━ ➴ TERUSHIMA Yuji

Two words: chaotic shopper. If you are in a hurry, you would never take Yuji with you to the market because he is like a child. He puts whatever catches his eyes into the cart. 9/10 times will jump onto the cart and demand you push him around. “faster Y/N!” “shut up you man child. People are looking!” Grocery shopping with him will never be boring, he is the best person to discover new foods with. Very adventurous, “hey babe, I just found this fish-flavored candy from Iceland, it says fan favorite, can we try?” “are you sure it’ll be good?” “it’s a fan favorite isn’t it?”

━━ ➴ OIKAWA Toru

Insists on not writing down a list because it’s “all in my mind” he says, but 8/10 times will always forget something and regret when you guys are back home. Bougie shopper, likes to explore the “international flavors” section of the supermarket. Believes foreign flavors will help him enhance his taste buds. “Babe, I believe we should try caviar from France.” “You’re not even pronouncing caviar correctly.” “all the more reason we should try it then”. Spoils both you and himself rotten. Ends up spending hundreds of dollar over budget every grocery trip.

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bakugohoex · 4 years ago

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“pretty eyeliner for my pretty boy”

pairings: atsumu miya x female reader, eita semi x female reader, kenma kozume x female reader, keishin ukai x female reader, rintaro suna x female reader and yuji terushima x female reader

cw: language and slight nsfw

word count: 3500+

a/n: idk why i post so late but here’s some cute headcanons for babies who would let you put eyeliner on them, if you know any other characters who would send me a request and i’ll write them up as well

summary: in which you put your eyeliner on your favourite pretty boy

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atsumu miya

His eyes skimmed lazily over the film; you had stopped paying attention a while ago. The admiration you had for your boyfriend and everything he had accomplished going through your head. You truly were in love and as his lying body held you close; you could almost feel his heat beat.

Atsumu eyed you up the small figure clinging onto his chest, his arm wrapping around you. You could feel his warm hand brushing your side a sensation filling you. You normally slept in your bra liking the contact of skin on skin with Atsumu.

“You’re bored, aren’t you?” Atsumu pauses the film, you really weren’t bored you were just relishing in the moment.

“No, I’m just admiring.” He smirked grabbing you closer, “can I do your eyeliner?”

You always loved putting makeup on Atsumu he looked so pretty with it and the idea of making him look even more gorgeous filled your heart. “This isn’t you trying to make me look like Sangwoo.”

“No, you fucking dork I want to do it.” He rolls his eyes stretching his arms away, he turning the bedside light on.

“You doing it or what?” You giggled getting up, you went straight to your make up desk which held the liquid eyeliner you wanted.

He watched your figure walking towards him, a bright smile filling your face, he loved the way your chest sat in your bra and the way they bounced as you skipped towards him. Even if he was horny, he’d let you have your fun.

You were humming the same words as he listened to how cute you were, “pretty eyeliner for my pretty boy”

“Come here baby girl.” He gestures to his waist, he lied down his head on the pillow as you sat on his waist just above his cock.

You knew how easily he got hard and were vary that the closeness would lead to getting fucked. “Close your eyes babe.” He did so but grabbed your hips, his firm grip on your exposed his skin.

You leant down your chest in his eyeline if he opened his eyes, putting the eyeliner carefully onto the corner of his eye, you did a swift winged line before connecting it, filling it in, and it was probably the best eyeliner you’d done on someone. You hated doing it on people scared it would ruin their make up but with Atsumu his grip on you giving you a sort of confidence.

You moved onto his other eye making it the same, he looked so pretty with the eyeliner on, it made his closed eyes look amazing. You didn’t tell him to open your eyes but as you were wiping away some of the eyeliner that had hit the top of his eyes, he opened his eyes.

His eyes directly going to the way your body was on top of his, his eyes straight down your bra. Hunger filled his eyes as he gently moved himself up making you sit on his cock. “How do I look?”

You giggled at the boy, about to grab your phone to show him, but he kept a hold of you. “Use your words baby.”

Your face flushed at his teasing nature before you finally spoke, “It makes you pretty.”

He smirked gripping you more, he could feel his hard between your legs and could see the lust that filled his eyes. “Let’s ruin it.”

You knew instantly the night would be filled with more than you begging for his cock between your mouth. Atsumu kept the eyeliner on, a heavy turn on making you weak on top of him, he’d make you bottom soon but he loved what he was seeing. Your perfect body on top of his own, your chest in his eyesight through the lace bra that left little to imagination. You were perfect physically and mentally, but most of all you were all his.

eita semi

Semi’s eyes skimmed the crowd, he was never one to be scared about performing. But you were running late and without his good luck charm how was he ever going to perform to his max. You had attended every concert always being his biggest fan, hell, even in the volleyball days you never missed a match.

But work had made you later than usual and with Semi waited in the make up chair, not wanting anybody to do anything until he knew you were here. You quickly ran through the entrance heading backstage already knowing a lot of the people in the venue. All you wanted was to kiss him and give him the support your baby deserved, even if he hated your constant kisses, he would hate it even more if they stopped.

“Baby.” You whisper seeing Semi sitting anxiously.

His face brightened as he admired how easily you made his heart melt. “You’re not ready.”

“I was waiting for you.” You laugh at the boy, his face scrunching at the embarrassment he felt, you walk towards him smiling like a girl in love.

Grabbing the eyeliner that Semi had started to wear on stage, you bent down to meet his height on the chair, “close your eyes then.”

He obeys instantly, you touch his cheek, cupping it in your hand before drawing a line on his eyelids, he was ever so pretty for someone going for the angsty look. You swiftly did one of the eyes, kissing his cheek and temple before moving to the other eye. The way his ashy hair sticked up in all direction, you had to run your fingers through it before moving onto the other side.

His face softened feeling your fingers on his cheeks again, the had warmth even though you had been in the cold a mere minute ago. You did the other side making sure it matched, his eyes remained closed as you kissed his other cheek and temple. The way you admired your work as he opened his eyes slowly. The winged eyeliner was perfect for him and you loved the way his eyes fit perfectly between the two lines; it was sight that warmed your insides to the max.

“Pretty eyeliner for my pretty boy.” You hum softly his eyes widening as he knew you had done an excellent job.

“Yeah yeah, don’t get too cocky.” He blew the stray hair that met his eyes as your heart warmed at his soft movement.

You cross your arms looking at him intentively, “you’re the one who was worried about me.”

“I wasn’t worried.” He stands up sorting his clothes out, stripping easily in front of you, you stood beside him, touching his back as his back muscles tensing under your fingers. He put his shirt on just as your fingers glided onto his lower back.

He grabbed your hand before turning around bringing your face to his own, “I think you’re going on.”

The low whisper of his voice creeped into your ear, “we’ll finish this later.”

He really was a stoic pretty boy; he hastily kissed your lips before running onto stage. He left no room for you to even grab him to get another kiss. The sensation of missing his presence filled you but you dismissed it instead, walking back to the crowd as you watched your favourite boy do what he loved to do all over again.

kenma kozume

Kenma was streaming, you didn’t bother about the game having gone to do your makeup for the girls’ night you were having with your friends. Wearing the dress Kenma had helped choose out the red dress clinged onto your body, the way your body shape fitted the dress that barely reached your mid-thigh and exposed your chest. Kenma hated to admit it but seeing you in the dress made him as hard as any man could ever be.

You did your eyeliner swiftly matching it on both sides. Walking to where Kenma was streaming you walk in calling his name for him to turn around. He swirled in his chair the mouse he held in his hand being let go off. “Kenma we’re playing.” You heard a shout through his mic.

It wasn’t common for Kenma to leave a game to give you attention, but the way he gestured for you to move closer, his blonde hair tied up. All you wanted to do was run your hand through it, the stream was still going on and you giggled when he grabbed your hand pulling you on his lap.

“You look fucking gorgeous kitten.” He whispered in your ear, but it had become audible in his headset, the comments flooding in from his fans, he may be a gaming streamer but had a lot of fans who were female due to his consistent look of being a cute boy with a raging attitude in games.

He felt the dress against his fingers, you giggled having bought the eyeliner in case you had messed your own up. His fans had clearly notices vigorously commenting how much they loved domestic Kenma but most importantly how they wanted you to put eyeliner on their favourite boy.

“Can I?” You ask, your legs swinging back and forth as you felt a soft kiss on your neck.

You knew he wasn’t going to blatantly say yes but the small neck kisses showed he was allowing it. You turned to face him giggling at how his eyes were filled with love, he admired and thought of how he had gotten so lucky to be with someone who was not only perfect physically but had the personality to match.

You got to work doing his right eye first, kissing his nose and cheek a couple times, you made it match your own winged eyeliner before doing the other side, you could hear through the headset the guys Kenma was playing with muttering an annoyance at how revoltingly cute it was that you’d do something like this.

The other eye matched perfectly and you both looked truly amazing. “Pretty eyeliner for my pretty boy.”

Everybody had heard the comment and the way he looked at you with love made your heart melt, you still had an hour left before you had to leave. Which Kenma took as you staying on his lap whilst he played the game, the comments filled with where they could get you, but mainly how much they loved the eyeliner on Kenma.

He nuzzled his face into the crook of the neck as he continued to stream. It ended quickly with you playing with his hair before he said his farewells. “You really are fucking gorgeous aren’t yah.”

He would never outright say something like that, and you knew you had done something to the boy. “You’ve got 20 minutes.”

That’s all he needed to hear as he grabbed your waist putting you on the bed, “let’s keep this on.” He mutters leaving the red dress around your body, let’s just say you were a lot later than you were meant to be for your girls’ night out. And even worse you were walking like you’d had both your legs broken which in retrospect was right in a way.

keishin ukai

The shop was empty, the only sign was the music coming from your phone and the heavy breathing of Keishin beside you, his hands around your waist as you sat on his lap. It was becoming darker and darker and you hadn’t meant to stay as long as you had and now you were bound between his arms.

You weren’t going to lie and say you disliked it, on the contrary the feeling of his arms protectively around you exhilarated you. He was going over some volleyball details explaining what the team needed to do. Getting bored easily by how he moved onto some techniques that you didn’t understand an idea popped into your head.

“Can I do your eyeliner?”

“W-What?” He was taken a back you had never done any makeup on him but as he took a drag of the cigarette you wanted to make him even prettier than he was.

“Please.” Your eyes filled with warmth as you gave a look of want. He shrugged agreeing, grabbing the eyeliner you kept in your bag in case of emergencies. You sat back on Keishins legs, your legs wrapping around his torso as his hand laid on your back.

“It looks like you just wanted to get into this position Y/n.” You roll your eyes as you make him close his eyes.

The smell of cigarettes lingered on his breath as you started the wing on his eyes, it made his face look ever so pretty, and fitted his eyes perfectly. You kept on it doing the other eye as the lines connected with ease. “There you go” You smiled.

You put your phone camera in his face before speaking admirably about the man, “pretty eyeliner for my pretty boy.”

“Pretty boy eye.” A smirk plastered his face as he took another drag on the cigarette blowing the smoke into your face before kissing you with want. The rest of the smoke encased your mouth as it was a perfect sight.

The continuous urge for more and especially now with the eyeliner making you even more turned on. Was something common when around your sex god of a boyfriend. He deepened the kiss his tongue in your mouth as you could smell the cigarette close to both your faces.

He let go to breathe, bringing the cigarette to your lips he brushed it against the saliva around your lips before sticking it in your mouth. “I’m going to be making you call me a lot more than pretty boy, princess.”

His words made you dumb inside you loved the way he spoke to you and feeling his spit in your mouth made you even happier. His eyeliner made him become even hotter which was surprising for a man who was gorgeous. His hands moved around your neck bringing your face forward, chucking the cigarette away he brought his mouth back to your face making you look right at his face.

“Does the eyeliner turn you on, baby?” You nod. “Say it or you won’t get anything from me.”

“It turns me on.”

“Good girl.” The words melting your insides as he went in for another kiss. One things for sure though, this would not be the last time you would fuck on the front counter.

rintaro suna

Suna’s head rested on your lap, he was showing you some videos of fights the Miya twins were in, he was a real-life camera with the angles and shots he took. You laughed at the pictures that Suna had clearly made Aran take of him in front of the twins fighting.

“I’m sorry did you forget to tell me you became a CCTV Camera overnight.” He rolled his eyes as your fingers glided back and forth in his black hair.

“You know you’d be right next to me in the photo throwing a sign.”

“Yeah, cause the twins are fucking hilarious, they fight like baby cubs who want attention from their mother.” He signed in agreement, he had finally gotten a break from volleyball and you loved hearing the stories of his high school volleyball days.

He needed to relax you could still feel the tenseness in his neck and back, you had made him a bath when he had arrived which he made you join. And now the two of you with the scented candles and calming music were telling each other stories and talking about your days.

You always loved his cat like eyes, they made him perfect to you. He noticed you watching him intentively before he spoke, “put eyeliner on me.”

He was blunt but you quickly obliged always wanting to put eyeliner on your boyfriend, he rolled over his chest on the bed with his arms around your torso. You sat down; his face lifted to meet your gaze. “You’re so fucking pretty.”

You felt warmth at the words touching his face softly as you raised his chin with your fingers. The way your thumb stroked up and down as you drew the lines on his eyes bringing a pang of comfort to him. You had mentioned how attractive guys in eyeliner was and he’d been waiting to ask you, this seemed to be the perfect time to do so.

He loved the way your thumb stroked him the way once you had finished the first eye you kissed the corner of the eye as if it had some magical power to make it look even more better. You continued with the other eye, stroking back and force before you kissed the side. He knew to open his eyes and the first sight he saw was how beautiful you looked before him. He was in between your thighs and the way he put his hands to your thighs to get up like an animal about to attack.Turned you on.

His eyes on you like a predator on his prey. “How do I look then princess.”

“Pretty eyeliner for my pretty boy.” You cooed, he wrapped his arms around your torso bringing his head to rest on your chest, as much as he was horny and wanted you. He remained content staying between your arms. You brought your arms around his body, making him comfortable as he tried to get underneath your shirt.

You giggled allowing him under your shirt, his cheeks against your stomach as you felt the small kisses he placed comforting. You brought him warmth that he had never felt before and it was worth a lot more than sex ever was.

yuji terushima

Terushima and his team were waiting on the benches for the game to begin, there was still ten minutes before the set would begin and he had called you down for what you assumed was some last-minute luck.

You skipped onto the court, the seats above being filled with people chattering among themselves, “did my baby want some luck?”

You giggle going up to him, he loved the way you could confidently walk into the court without fear of being shouted out. “You remember two nights ago?”

Raising an eyebrow, you thought of that night, the long sex driven night. “When we had sex?” You spoke not caring that you were audible to his team.

“Yes, that night but when you put eyeliner on me.” You give a knowing look already knowing where this was going. “Put it on me again.”

You giggled nodding as he sat down on the bench, you crouched down on your knees bringing your bag out. “You really love that position now don’t you.” You hit him playfully as only 48 hours ago were you in the same position with his cock going down into your throat.

You brought out the eyeliner out, shaking it to make sure the liquid absorbed the brush before you gestured for the boy to close his eyes.

“What the fuck is he making Y/n do now?” Kazuma mutters.

“Something weird knowing them two.” There had been many instances of both of you being caught by the team making out in the locker rooms or even worse half naked about to have sex. But even then, there was still a lack of uncomfortability as that’s just how you and Terushima were.

You did his first eye with ease, wiping any smudges due to his leg bouncing making some wrong lines occurring. “Baby stop moving your leg.”

He huffs putting his hand on your face well it was what he assumed was your face. You nuzzled your cheek into his palm before doing the next eye, you saw you had limited time as you quickly replicated the eyeliner on the other eye.

Terushima heard you put the lid back on the eyeliner, opening his eyes, you showed him what it looked like before you felt him hug you. “Pretty eyeliner for my pretty boy.” You spoke with ease he gave a bright smile before revealing his true intentions.

“I only asked because I want a part of you on the court with me.”

Your heart broke with what he said, you truly did love the boy and the way he admitted his feelings made you want to hug and cuddle him for an eternity. “I love you baby.”

“I love you too princess.” He kisses you softly, bending down to reach your figure on your knees. Even if you looked less than innocent, he loved how you looked on your knees. It gave a hubris of knowing that he was the only one to make you feel like this.

“Now go win or I’ll stop giving you kisses and cuddles.”

“Oh no, how will I ever survive?” He mocks as you hit him playfully, he kisses you one last time before helping you up. “You better be the loudest person cheering.”

You nod kissing his cheek before going back to the seats, he watched you leave, the eyeliner feeling as if you were right beside him cheering him on. That’s all he needed to win the game.

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gorepity · 4 years ago

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I’m binge watching bgc rn!

Warnings: Oral sex (f receiving) 18+

HAIKYUU SMUT/YUJI TERUSHIMA unedited, sorry for typos

Word count: 497

"I just want you to ride my face sweetheart" Terushima whispers in your ear "I wanna taste you so bad"

You were at Terushima's house for the weekend because your apartment was being renovated, and on your last night there he's been more flirtatious than usual. Currently you guys were watching a movie, but he's been more invested in tasting your arousal.

You ignore him paying your attention back to the movie. He chuckles and starts to slowly kiss up on your neck.

"C'mon you know you wanna"

You begin to get a bit irritated because honestly you wouldn't mind getting free head from Terushima but at the same time you didn't wanna give him the satisfaction of giving in.

You and Terushima have been very close "friends" for a year now but he made it clear halfway through the friendship that he wants to be more than just that and would constantly flirt and tease you until you gave in.

"You're really annoying you know that?" You ask suddenly pushing him down on the couch. You get on top, straddling him and pinning both of his arms above his head, He looks at you surprised.

"You want me to ride your face that bad huh?" You ask slowly grinding on his abdominal area.

He smirks "so fucking bad sweetheart"

"I think you should beg for it" you say slowly kissing him on the lips.

The biggest smile appears on his face

"Please ride my face sweetheart" he says with lust in his eyes " I wanna make you cum on my tongue"

You let go of his arms and immediately take off your underwear, you knew it would a good idea to wear a skirt. You switch positions so that your pussy was now in his face.

"What's stopping you then" you say turning your head around to look at him. Without hesitation he grabs your waist pushing your sex more into his face.

"Itadakimasu" he snickers

He opens up your folds, licking down your slit to your clit, sucking on it. You start to rock your hips back and forth to the rhythm of his tongue.

"Fuck baby you taste so fucking good"

You look down and see his dick print through his grey sweatpants.

"You see how hard my dick is Y/N?" He slaps your ass "that's all from you baby" he slaps your ass again "fuck I want you to cum" he slaps your ass one last time causing you to let out a yelp "I might just cum from you tasting so good"

"Terushima!"

"I love it when you say my name" he bites on the inner part of your thigh. "I wanna make you mine Y/N"

"I'm already yours Terushima" you say looking back at him.

"Alright so when you cum on my face I'm gonna make you cum on my dick"

#smut #oneshot #haikyuu smut #haikyuu terushima #terushima x y/n #yuji terushima #terushima smut

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leviathans-watching · 3 years ago

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contact: yuuji | 19 - the party pt II

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you gasp, looking up at him. your heart is pounding to the beat of the music and you can hardly form a coherent thought. “what?” you ask, breathless. terushima holds your gaze, steady. “you’re fucking with me. is this some kind of joke?” though your words are accusatory, your tone is anything but- you’re far too surprised to be angry.

“no,” he says quickly. “no, no. i swear to god, i’m not kidding. please. i have the texts. i can prove it was me.” gently, he grabs the hand not currently holding your cup. “are you upset?”

“am i upset?” you ask, a laugh escaping your lips a little crazily. “terushima, i can’t even think right now, there’s no way i can manage being upset.” blowing out a deep breath, you try to put your thoughts in order. “okay. we need somewhere quiet to talk.”

taking advantage of the hand he gave you, you tug him through the house, dodging around people. hinata catches your eyes and tries to mouth something at you, eyebrows wiggling, but you can’t stop to try to figure out what he’s saying.

on your way through, you set your drink on one of the counters then continue to your room, unlocking the door in one smooth movement. the door shuts and all of the noise immediately moves down to a manageable level, allowing you to think. letting go of terushima, you spin around to face him.

he’s looking around, eyes wide. one small part of your mind is trying to tell you that he’s in your room, but you shove the thought away. you can’t focus on that right now.

“okay,” you say, “so you’re- yuuji?” your voice catches a little, and his gaze snaps to yours.

“yes,” he says quietly. “i am. when you texted me, i just panicked, and i just interacted with you. you would never talk to me and while i wanted to respect your boundaries, i really wanted to show you i wasn’t as awful as i used to be. i didn’t think it would lead go all of this.”

“this being…”

“well, really getting to know you,” terushima says, “and falling for you even more.” again, you’re speechless. it’s like a special power of his or something.

“oh boy,” you mutter to yourself, resisting the urge to run your hands through your hair. “so you’ve liked me all this time? since first year?”

“yes.”

sitting down on your bed, you sigh, looking up at him. “okay,” you say. “let me get this straight. you were dared to dump your drink on me in our first year because you thought i was cute, leading me to hate you while you liked me, and then i accidentally texted you and you texted back and then we talked and i fell for you over the phone and then you’re… here?”

“um, that sounds about right,” terushima says with a nervous chuckle. “wait, you fell for me?”

“that’s what you chose to focus on?” you ask, and he nods a little, chuckling again.

“so are you upset? i’d understand if you’re angry.”

“no,” you say finally. “i’m not angry. or upset, really. if anything, i’m relieved. i was starting to like both sides of you and that was really throwing me off. and really, i feel a little stupid now. people literally told me it had to be you- seriously, second year, first name yuuji, etcetera. i mean, you were even at that volleyball game! oh my god, i literally talked shit about you to you! ugh, i’m so embarassed.”

terushima smiles then, and again, you’re breathless. seriously, this guy is good. “don’t be,” he says. “and i’m glad you’re not angry. i was so scared to tell you, but i knew i had to. kuroo and kenma figured it out and kuroo said he was going to tell you if i didn’t.” his eyes widen and he looks at you, panicked. “wait, i was going to tell you anyway. i didn’t only tell you because of kuroo.”

“i know,” you say, cutting him off. as you continue to look at him, it strikes you just how ridiculous this whole situation is. it’s like something from a bad fanfiction. giggles begin to overtake you, and before you know it, you’re almost crying, clutching your gut. terushima is laughing too, bent at the waist from the force of it, and he looks really, really attractive. without thinking, you stand, pulling him up with you.

kissing him is better than you had expected. not that you had put much thought into it before, nope, none at all. you sigh against him, pausing to breathe, still out of breath from your laughing.

“this is crazy,” you say, grinning. “so are we doing this, yuuji?” he jolts, and you somehow manage to smile wider. “we dating?”

“i mean, if you want, then yeah,” trying, and failing, to be sauve, terushima flicks his eyes to yours. “we can do that.” he clears his throat, and again, you’re pulling him to you. his lips move against yours in perfect tandem, but the moment is broken by your door swinging open and a giggling couple freezes, looking at the both of you.

“sorry,” one of them choruses, shutting the door again. oh yeah, you had forgotten to lock it.

“thank you for telling me,” you say in the silence after the door clicks into place. “i appreciate the honesty and all the other stuff you’ve done for me. i’m really happy everything resolved itself. but,” you say, lowering your voice in warning. “never lie to me again. i don’t know if my heart can take it!”

“you’ve got it,” he says, and oh, yep, the two of you are kissing again, and that tongue ring definitely is a plus.

a/n: not super romantic or anything, but when has this story ever been? if you feel like there's something i've left out or something you want to see expanded feel free to tell me and i'll see what i can do lol also epilogue coming next week as well!!

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