I CAN'T MAKE YOU LOVE ME.

𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 — BONTEN

↳ PAIRING: Manjiro Sano + Haruchiyo Sanzu + Rindou Haitani + Ran Haitani + Hajime Kokonoi + Kakucho Hitto x F! Reader (she/her)

↳ TYPE: drabbles

↳ WARNINGS: light NSFW, suggestive, fluff/humor, heavy grammar errors

↳ SYNOPSIS: Your daughter walks in the bedroom late at night while you and your husband are trying to... get it on.

↳ AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is probably bad but i wanted to write this so yeah this was the outcome lmfao. also, this is for my darling may <3 i know you've been going through it honey, but i promise it gets better. so i hope the bonten weirdos make you smile.

𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎

“Why’re you up, baby?”

Mikey’s voice echoed from the bedroom. His figure darkened in the low silhouette but the faint dim of the lamp was able to capture his tired glow. Sighing, he slowly slid off his pants cautiously, where you eyed his movements. His eyes portrayed nothing but empty hues—and you grabbed ahold of his wrist, pulling him on top of you in an instant.

Gasping, he furrowed his brows. “Ba—baby?!” He called out carefully, widening his eyes before you peppered lips across his jawline. He sighed in contentment, allowing the fulfillment to take in before your fingers trailed across his bare chest, swirling circles as he hummed in amusement. He grinned; mood shifting from nothing but a shock to a rise of pleasure from mere touches.

“I’ve been impatient,” you noted.

“I see,” Mikey chuckled, dipping his lips close to yours, and he shifted on the blanket, furiously pushing it to the side. His clothed erection met your sensitive spot, causing you to throw your head back against the pillow. “Waitin’ for me, pretty? Let me reward you for being so cute and sexy.”

“You flatter me,” you joked.

“Anything for my sweet, precious wife,” Mikey said, leaning back to bite on your bottom lip. “M’gon’ ruin you all fucking night, you—”

“Daddy!”

In an instant, Mikey rolled over to the edge of the bed, nearly tumbling down to the floor on his chest. Heaving, his eyes shifted to the bedroom door, where his child fumbled in with tear-stained eyes. Aggressively, he rummaged to his pants, shakily putting them on in hopes of quickly hiding his large bulge peeking from his underwear.

“What is it, baby girl?” Mikey cooed, voice brightening. “You should be sleeping at this hour.”

“Buuut,” his little girl whined, fighting back a cry. “I didn’t get to see Daddy before I went to bed and I got scared he was gone forever.”

“Oh, sweet dove,” Mikey pouted, quivering his bottom lip while shoving his pants further up his lap. Soon, he inched a hand to have his child run over to him, where he playfully bit her earlobe only to have her cry out nothing but enchanting giggles. “Daddies need to sleep too, and mama has to get her rest, yeah? But I’ll always come home to my girls. Especially for you—” Mikey poked his child’s nose; a giggle was returned. “—since I can’t survive without my sweet dove by my side!”

The young child grinned. “Bedtime story before I go back to Dreamland?”

Mikey smiled, closing his eyes. “One story, lovely. Then it’s off to bed, ‘kay? Daddy has work in the morning.”

“Okay!”

Your daughter ran away into the hallway, singing along a song about ice cream before you let out an exhausted sigh, running a hand across your forehead. Soon, your lips were met with Mikey’s, where he rubbed a hand against your clothed thighs, eventually teasing around your sensitive buds hidden beneath the pajama top as his fingers worked his way up. Groaning in dissatisfaction with his tease, Mikey smirked, rubbing his nose against yours.

“Wait for me, my love,” he whispered. “Won’t take long. I will be yours all night tonight.”

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔

Sanzu trailed in, tip-toeing across the floor so that the gentle creaks wouldn’t awaken his daughter in the next room. Sighing deeply, he walked into the shared bedroom where he took in the liberty of shaking his legs out of his pants. Groggily, he noticed your sleeping figure—only to smirk when your eyes fluttered open at his sight.

He stood out from the pale moonlight peeking in through the windows. “Couldn’t sleep without me, angel?” Sanzu noted with a grin. “Love that you wait for me but you need to rest too.”

“You take too long to undress,” you snarled playfully before grabbing ahold of his waist and his eyes widened, watching you nibble across the band of his underwear while rubbing your hand against his clothed erection. “Making me more impatient as the clock ticks.”

“Oh, dear,” Sanzu smirked cheekily, leaning in close to bite on your earlobe. “You’re eager for me, aren’t you?”

Slowly, he placed kisses along your jawline, causing you to giggle before his hands took note of your breasts, and he rubbed along the sensitive bud underneath the silky pajamas he bought you a week ago. Nothing satisfied him more than hearing your breathy moans—all from the gentle touch of his fingers, where they slowly trailed down to the hem of your panties before he eased you further into the bed.

“M’gonna ruin you tonight. Got the day off tomorrow, so,” Sanzu chuckled close to your ear, slowly grinding into you. “It’s only you and—”

“Daddy?”

The young feminine voice echoed throughout the hall, where Sanzu’s eyes enlarged before he quickly hopped off to grab ahold of his clothes. His legs shuffled through his pants right before the bedroom door slowly opened, where his eyes met with his younger daughter—wearing nothing but unicorn pajamas with wide-saddening eyes.

“Oh, princess!” Sanzu called out, running a hand through his hair. “It’s very late, you know? Daddy needs to get his sleep too. Why aren’t you being a good girl and staying in bed now?”

Your younger daughter whined with a pout. “Because Daddy didn’t get to sing me a lullaby before bed.”

Fighting back a snort, you turned away as Sanzu eyed you cautiously before standing up. He bent down, grabbing ahold of his daughter as she wailed out for mercy before he peppered kisses all over her forehead. Sanzu began singing a song about flying cars and how he was the toughest daddy in the world, only to hear nothing but happy giggles from his daughter’s lips.

“You better fight Uncle Mikey then, baby girl,” Sanzu pouted, furrowing his eyebrows. “Because he keeps me away from you and mama,” he placed a finger on his daughter’s nose before gasping. “How about I sing you two lullabies before bed? That way my baby can fall asleep and I can go off to bed with mommy, then?”

“Okay!” Your daughter cried out with a grin before Sanzu placed her down.

She scurried out of the room, nearly skipping out the door. Sanzu sighed, shaking his head tiredly before gazing back at you, smirking with a shrug. You watched him lean in to bite your neck harshly, soon to keep his hands on your breaths as he continued to rub your buds underneath the cloth—you groaned to his ears; he smirked at that, and Sanzu pulled away, whistling a cheeky tune.

“Don’t fall asleep on me yet, pretty,” his tongue stuck out. “I still have to eat my dessert before bed.”

𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈

Inching his way further into the bedroom, Rindou made his way to the shared bed before he could let out a tired exhale. Slowly, he undressed from unbuttoning his top to removing his pants, and your eyes opened at the sight of him. He watched you, hungrily, only to have him shake his head and sigh.

“Sorry I’m late, baby,” Rindou pouted. “Missed you—but aren’t you tired?”

“I am,” you responded. “I was waiting for you.”

“Angel, I love you, but you must be tired ‘cause our little princess can keep you up all day,” he chuckled with a nod. “I’ll get in bed with you then we can—”

You grabbed a hold of his wrist, where his top was only halfway buttoned. Rindou fought back a yelp of surprise and he tumbled on you, where you perked up to place your lips along his jaw, nibbling on his skin. Fighting back a quiet moan, his head shook to where his own lips can play along with your neck.

“Feisty, I see?” He chuckled deeply, placing his hand further down to meet with your panties. “Even wore my favorite color too—someone had been waiting for me.”

“Shut up.”

“Love you,” Rindou grinned, only to push a kiss onto your lips while he slowly rolled his hips into you, causing you to quietly moan against his mouth. His eyes widened as he started to push the top up so he could place kisses underneath your breasts. “Quiet now, baby. Don’t wanna wake the little one up now, do we?”

“Aah Rindou,” you let out a shaky breath, where his tongue trailed along your chest. “Please, touch—”

“Daddy! Are you there?”

“The hell?” He quipped, and in an instant, Rindou jumped off the bed immediately where he grabbed onto his crumbled pants on the floor as you shuffled beneath the blanket. The bedroom door widened, where your younger daughter stood there crying with her dog stuffed animal in her hands. During the bits of her cries, Rindou attempted to throw his pants on in the midst of the crisis.

“Baby girl, what is it?” Rindou asked; his voice reaching a high peak—only meant for you and his daughter to hear. “Bad dream? Did the scary monsters wake my little princess up on her way to Dreamland?”

“Daddy,” she cried out. “I missed you. You got eaten by the big wolf in my dream.”

Fighting back a laugh, you covered your mouth as Rindou blinked absentmindedly. He coughed into his fist, only to pout with large eyes. “Oh nooo, that’s so sad,” Rindou gritted his teeth, unsure of how to properly respond. “But I’m here now. Daddy’s alive and well.”

Your young daughter ran to throw her hands around Rindou’s neck, where she let out a muffled sob into his shoulder. “Daddy’s tough. He can fight anyone, can’t he?” She cried out, and Rindou bit his bottom lip from laughing. ‘If only you knew, sweetheart,’ he thought. “I want Daddy to be with me forever.”

“And I will always be with you and mama, ‘kay?” Rindou grinned, placing kisses on her forehead. “Let me read you a bedtime story and I promise that I will fight the big nasty wolf in your dream this time.”

“You will?”

“Anything to protect my little girl.”

“Yay!” She yelled out loud, clapping her hands before skipping out into the room. “Bedtime story with Daddy!”

Rindou’s eyes twitched once the bedroom door slammed shut. He turned to you, raising a brow. “M’not sure if she really had a nightmare, to begin with… or if she’s playing an act for a bedtime story, but…” his voice trailed off, where his smirk fell onto you.

“Don’t leave our daughter waiting,” you said.

Rindou grinned, where he threw his palm across your clothed clit and he nibbled along your shoulders. You watched him rub his clothed erection from his wrinkled pants with an undone belt. He laughed in amusement, clearly finding your reaction to be pleasurable to his ears as desperate moans quietly escaped your lips.

“Can’t keep my beautiful wife waiting either,” he winked. “Stay up for me, my angel. Won’t be long.”

𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈

Watching your body snake underneath the covers, Ran chuckles while shaking his head, slowly removing his tie. He took note of your sleepy figure, with your dousy eyes and slight heavy breathing—only to be showered with his kisses all over your face which caused your eyes to wriggle open from Ran’s gentle acts of affection. He laughed, removing his blazer before tossing it to the black chair next to him.

“Go sleep, baby,” Ran stated, running a hand through his hair. “Our little one must’ve kept your cute ass up all morning, yeah?”

“She kept me up all day, actually,” you argued, shaking your head before dipping back into the comfy pillow.

Ran chuckled in amusement, following suit while he wriggled out of his pants. Your eyes scanned him; tender bruises ranging from small cuts as you recalled the moments he spoke to his younger daughter that he could fight a bear and was a tough man. Almost hilarious. Right when he leaned over the edge of the bed, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Time for bed, hottie,” he joked.

Right before he tucked himself to the other side of the bed, you grabbed ahold of his neck and swung him around to where your body rested on top of him. He parted his lips, groggily raising his eyebrows only before he puckered his lips in suit, and he grinned cheekily, rubbing his hands against your sides.

“Oh?” Ran’s head tilted. “What a pleasant surprise, cutie. Didn’t think you had enough energy in you.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

Your response caused him to push forward; lips smacking one another, and his hands slowly dipped down the crook of your back only to meet his palm near your hips. He tousled over the sheets, straightening his lips with your warmth sensitive spot hitting his growing erection.

Ran decided to cave in, kissing down your jawline only to rub his teeth against the sweet skin—with moans of delicacy barely fanning out from your lips. The sound he found entertainment in hearing—just right before he could pinch your skin with his fingers while he chuckled grimly beneath your grasp.

“Actin’ so sexy for me, yeah?” Ran noted. “Just all for—”

“Daddy… are you home?”

Ran’s eyes enlarged where he tossed you over the bed, causing you to yelp out in response, dragging the blanket down with you. He shuffled alongside the wrinkled covers, only to grab onto his pants and crinkled top. The bedroom door slowly creaked, where his youngest daughter peeked in to see her father’s pants undone and a hurriedly rushed-on white top.

“Hey, sweetie,” Ran chuckled, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “What’re you doin’ up, love? It’s past bedtime for you! The bunnies are gonna miss having their queen in their dreams, aren’t they?”

Your younger daughter clutched onto her stuffed animal, running towards Ran as you managed to cover your body with the thin blanket.

“Daddy, I had a nightmare…” she pouted, staring down.

“Oh, no, baby!” Ran gasped playfully, picking up his daughter before placing her on his lap. He shook her around joyfully, humming a quiet tune. “My sweet girl, you must’ve been so scared. The bunnies didn’t protect you in your nightmare? I’ll have to teach them a lesson then!”

“Can you sleep with me, Daddy? I’m too scared…”

“Mama can’t be on her own either,” Ran laughed, only to ignore the pillow thrown at the back of his head from your mild protest behind him. “Say, let me read you a bedtime story, and I’ll stay in your room until you fall asleep. I’ll even turn the other nightlight on for you, sweetheart. How’s that sound?”

Your daughter sighed, covering her eyes. “You’ll stay with me forever, right?”

“Of course, my princess,” Ran kissed her forehead. “Run to your bedroom and I’ll be chasing right after you, okay?”

Slowly, the younger one kept a hold of her pout, where she dragged the stuffed animal onto the carpet to meet her exit to the bedroom door. Once the door closed, Ran exhaled deeply before shaking his head. He watched you struggle onto the bed, heaving out an annoyed breath while he giggled darkly, only to place a harsh push on your chest.

“Be a lil’ more patient for me, yeah?” Ran spoke close to your lips. “Then I’m gonna bite and love you all night, beautiful.”

𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐈

He tiptoed into the bedroom, darting his eyes back at his daughter’s bedroom door, which was closed shut and Kokonoi was able to peek out the small bits of illumination coming from her nightlight. Exhaling sharply, he closed the door behind him to see you glancing back at him; the lamp still dimly lit and he shot a puzzled look.

“You’re still up, baby?” His eyebrows furrowed. “Thought that you fell asleep already. Our little princess must’ve kept you up all night, hasn’t she?”

Your head shook, following a sigh. “She has. Talking about how she wants Daddy to buy her this new dollhouse and all that.”

“Oh, really?” He chuckled while undoing his belt. “You’ll get mad at me for spoiling her too much. M’gonna tone that down just a bit.”

“Really?”

“Don’t want you getting too feisty on me,” his eyes rolled.

Kokonoi gasped once you grabbed his wrist, pulling him close to where your lips barely fanned alongside the hem of his underwear. Starting to protest, but only to stop himself before running his hands along your side, where Kokonoi trailed the tips of his fingers around the curves of your breasts—a good show, only hidden beneath the sweet, expensive pajama top you bestowed in front of him.

“I take that back,” Kokonoi smirked. “Kind of want that feisty side of you right now, pretty.”

Kneeling up, his lips connected with yours, where his tongue begged for entrance in an instant once he swiped it across the plump lips. Hands tucked into your shorts, with his fingers toying with the top of the thin panties. Groaning once your palm pressed against his erection, he dipped his head down; mouth pressed against the neck.

“So perfect, beautiful, amazing...” Kokonoi whispered, voice carved to meet for your ears only. “And I get to have you all for—”

“Daddy! Dada!”

Without warning, Kokonoi pushed you into the bed and flipped the blankets over your body. “Shit,” he swore, rummaging through his pants, continuing to curse underneath his breath when the belt was sloppily unbuckled. With the bedroom door creaking open, he swept close to the floor, where he shot an innocent grin towards his younger daughter.

“Hi, my pretty lady,” he started. “Why are you up at this—”

“Daaaaddy!” She let out a howling sob. “A big green monster chased me in my dreams!”

“Oh, darling,” he pouted, holding his arms up for his daughter to sprint over immediately. She began to wail; his hands tucked close behind her neck as he softly sang a song about money falling from the trees—and Kokonoi ignored your glare at him for that. “I’ll always protect my girls. You and mama are everything to me, angel.”

“I can’t go to bed without Daddy!”

“You’re a big strong girl, sweetie,” Kokonoi shushed her carefully to where he poked her cheek. “Let me sing you a lullaby before you go to bed. How’s that sound, honey?”

She let out a quiet wail. “Please protect me, Dada.”

Kokonoi grinned, kissing her forehead. “Always, princess. I’ll be your knight in shining armor. Now, run off to your bed and I will follow you.”

In an instant, her cry died down, and your daughter nodded aggressively; Kokonoi took note of that, and she hopped from his lap, only to dart out of the bedroom—she casually sang along to a song about talking trees before her voice vanished from the end of the hall. He stood up, shaking his head before twirling around to cup his hands around your waist.

Kokonoi bit your neck sweetly, just before kissing along the growing bruise. “I’m all yours soon, baby. Just stay up for me a little while longer, then I can love you ‘til morning.”

𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎

Kakucho stomped on his cigarette right before walking into the door, only to dust off any bits of the tobacco that had fallen on his top. Fighting back yawns, he made his way into the house—watching every bit of his movement as he waltzed his way up the stairs to avoid the floor creaking its way to waking either you or his daughter up.

Much to his surprise, his eyes widened when you tousled on the bed, sharing glances where he sent off a genuine smile. Eyes glistening from the light peeking in through the curtains—portraying nothing but concern.

“Why are you up, love?” He asked, unbuttoning his top while wriggling out of his office pants. “What have I told you about getting some proper sleep? I worry for your health too.”

“Just c’mere,” you slurred, fighting back an eye roll. “Missed you all day.”

“I missed you too, gorgeous,” he leaned in to kiss your cheek, only to have him hold back a scowl once you pulled him closer into the bed, where his body slouched on top of you. “Ah, love. You don’t seem tired at all, yeah?”

“Not at all.”

“Damn you,” Kakucho grinned, allowing you to sprinkle kisses along his jaw. “Fuck. Had to be beautiful, amazing, breathtaking, and perfect for me. You know I just can’t resist—”

“Mommy, I think Daddy’s home!”

“She’s not in bed?” Kakucho whispered sharply, before he did a swift roll of the bed. His hands darted for his top while he fiddled with the belt buckle of his pants, attempting to cover the small bit of his underwear peeking out. “Shit, shit, what the hell—”

“Daddy! I’ve been waiting for you!”

Before you could sit up and protest at your daughter, Kakucho laughed wholeheartedly while he took a seat on the bed. With the little one running up to him, his arms held onto her tight; giggles arousing the air, nothing but sweetness to your ears, and he shook his head in displeasure. This earned a pout from your daughter.

“And tell me, why are you up, honey?” He asked with furrowed eyebrows. “Bedtime was a while ago for you. I don’t want you stayin’ up late for Daddy, now.”

“I wanted you to tell me the bedtime story of the Gingerbread Man, again,” she sighed, voice toning down. “It’s always the best when Daddy tells me bedtime stories before bed.”

Kakucho sighed, rubbing her head playfully. “You need to get some shut-eye too, sweetie. You’re gon’ make me worry for you and have me go bald.”

“You’d look funny.”

“Exactly,” he quipped before poking his nose with hers; a laugh followed suit from her lips. “Let’s get you to bed. And I’ll read you the story all over again but then it’s bedtime for you, alright?”

“Fine,” she exhaled while letting out a yawn right after.

Your daughter walked over to the door before hurriedly running down the hallway, already in the mind of picking up all her toys from the floor. And Kakucho shook his head while glancing towards you gazing at him with knitted brows. “Parenting’s no joke, huh?” You said, only before he leaned in to dust kisses along your neck.

Kakucho sprinkled his kisses down to your collarbone, nearly nibbling on the skin while his fingers ghostly tickle your jawline. “And my love for you is no joke, either,” he cooed. “Now wait for me until I get back, gorgeous. Then I’m all yours for the night.”

tags: @spoofybun @sonder-paradise @duckiichan @nullified-kiss @ravenina14 @3-am-depression @manjirose @feralfordazai

untitled feat. rindou haitani

warnings. none !!

a/n. quick drabble. implied female reader, use of mommy. making a dad series bc i love writing this shit !!

"rina has two mommies." your daughter piped up from her spot at the dinner table, distastefully pushing her asparagus around with her fork.

rindou walks in with a bottle of wine and two glasses, bending to to kiss the top of your head gently. he popped the cork off, pouring a bit of the dark liquid into the glasses, giving one to you.

"some people have two mommies, some people have two daddies. it just depends who your parents are." your husband replies, taking a sip of his wine.

"they're not married. she has one mommy at one house, and another mommy living with her. she says her parents are divorced because her daddy brought home the other mommy." rindou's eyes widened and you swore you saw wine come out of his nose as he choked.

"o-oh? um- that happens some-"

"i want two mommies." she cut you off with a frown that matched your developing one.

another mommy? why does she need another mom when she has you? your eyebrows furrowed, mouth opening and closing once again in attempt to find the right words to say, but the only thing you could come up with was a question.

"why?"

your daughter shrugs, shoving a spoonful of beans into her mouth. "it'd be fun. it's like double everything. double houses, double fun, double love, double mommies." double love? was your love not enough for them?

maybe you were being a bit dramatic but were you really? you tend to take your children's words to heart as they are the most important people to you, so the things they think and say mean a lot to you. sometimes you miss when they could only say 'mama' and 'dada'...

her older brother looked over to you and back to his sister with a glare. "we don't need two moms d/n." his subtle comforts made your heart warm, but just like that, your daughter opened her mouth, adding fuel to the fire.

"why not? think about it, we'd have momma times two! everything she does would be multiplied." she smiled solemnly, daydreams of her new life clouding her mind.

you understood that she didn't quite understand the concept of a step mother, not realizing that her father would have to leave you and love another for her to have a another mom of any sort, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt.

rindou grabbed your hand under the table, swiping his thumb against the back of it, taking note of how dejected you felt.

"d/n, just shut up. you're digging yourself a hole." your son muttered, even he, taking notice of the tension. your daughter remained oblivious.

d/n pouted at the slight scolding, glancing around the table, trying to see the issue with the words she spoke and then it sunk.

"oh mommy, i didn't mean it!" she pleaded, silverware clattering against the glass plate. "i-i wasn't even thinking. moms are stupid- i mean not moms, but like second moms. wait no, not second moms because that's ok- what i meant was...sorry mommy." her head hung low in disappointment, fingers pulling at the lose strings of her pajamas.

"it's okay. i know you didn't mean it in a bad way, but do you seriously need two moms? am i-"

"no, mommy! you're the best, i don't want double anything, i only want you." d/n cut you off frantically, shaking her head in denial. rindou could only watch silently at his daughter who seemed to favor you more and more, day by day, in every way possible.

"okay, just making sure..let's finish eating okay?" you sent a comforting smile her way, trying to ease her guilt, which did very little as d/n still continued to pout in her seat.

the table was silent for a few minutes before s/n spoke up with an expressionless face, similar to his father's, but his eyes said otherwise.

"don't worry momma, if dad ever leaves you, i'll choose to go with you."

now it was your turn to choke and rindou's turn to get defensive.

hq boys fav positions…

fem reader. suna, sakusa, ushijima, atsumu, kenma, tsukishima, mattsun

suna’s fav is cowgirl. he’s lazy but he can still tease you like he always does - e.g. jerking his hips up into you when you slow down, guide your hips with his biiiig slender hands. also easy clit access he loves to finish at the same time as you.

for sakusa im feeling doggy or prone bone. i am just feeling that from him. he loves to squeeze the fat around your hips and thighs while he pulls you back and forth on his dick. he also feels he reaches the deepest this way.

ushijima. mating press or missionary. he likes to see all of you while you guys have sex and it also makes you look extra small under him compared to his giant build. he’s never said it out loud but the size difference between you guys turns him onnnn.

atsumu is also a doggy lover. he lives to be balls deep inside you, especially in a position he can go faster and harder in. i think he’d also like to do it standing up, for example in the shower. atsumu and shower sex go hand in hand for me.

kenma likes when youre on his lap. he’s working while you cockwarm him before he finally caves into your begging and bends you over the desk or just fucks up into you in his chair. good thing it’s wipe clean fabric.

tsukishima also likes cowgirl/reverse cowgirl/anything where you do all the work. he’s lazy with it and finds it very tiring to fuck you while you lay back on the bed, so you can get yourself and him off by riding him.

mattsun doesn’t really have a favourite position in particular but he really enjoys fucking you in places that aren’t your bed. e.g. over a counter, the couch, in the car if he’s feeling particularly freaky. he just likes getting off with you.

𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞!!

pairings: dice’s dream 6-some x fem!reader (atsumu x iwaizumi x fem!reader x matsukawa x ushijima x tendou); no m! x m! interactions, only m! x f! interactions; afab!reader, she/her pronouns

synopsis: tendou brings the boys back together to celebrate your birthday. you thought you had seen the extent of satori’s playful antics, but this one takes the cake— literally. a sequel to three holes, two hands.

warnings: EXPLICIT CONTENT. 18+ MINORS DNI. 6-some/gangbang (but everything is consensual); mentions of food (a cake in specific, but no actual eating occurs); some bondage with rope (atsumu’s part); consensual nude photo taking; cum (lots and lots of cum!); thigh fucking; titty fucking; face/throat fucking; unprotected sex; pull-out method; creampie; cum swallowing; mild impact play (a few ass and tit slaps); overstimulation; mild degradation; lots of praise; please lmk if there’s anything that i missed! (there’s a lot going on in this fic!)

word count: 7.1k words

notes: a postponed installation for my birth month event! you can read this as a stand-alone but i recommend checking out the prequel to this, which is linked above. happy birthday to the sweetest boy ever and the love of my life, satori tendou <3 reblogs are super appreciated!

All you really wanted for your birthday was a custom box of chocolates from your husband’s shop, a bouquet of baby pink roses from the local florist, and a back massage that maybe leads to something more.

But after opening your front door and hearing the scuffling coming from further inside your house, you know that your husband has more plans for your birthday— a lot more, judging by the amount of shoes neatly lined against your wall that belong to unknown owners.

“Shh! I think I just heard the front door open! She’s home; everyone be quiet!”

Satori’s hushed whispers echo off the walls of the foyer of your shared home. After taking off your shoes and placing them on the rack, you follow the sound of your husband’s voice through the hallway, turn the corner to enter your dining room, and find a sight that you hadn’t seen in six months.

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CRUSH (ushijima wakatoshi x reader)

summary: wakatoshi has a crush.

word count: 720

warnings: fem!reader, its all just fluff

tags: @keiva1000

Ushijima knows he has fans. He might be simple-minded and a little oblivious, but he’s not stupid.

He knows girls stare at him from the balcony during practice. And he can hear their giggling when he passes them in the halls. Tendou often calls him Shiratorizawa’s Golden Boy, which Ushijima wholeheartedly disagrees with, but never voices out loud. Tendou often says strange things. He doesn’t mind.

Ushijima doesn’t understand his popularity. Sure, he is a good player. The best ace in the prefecture. But most of these girls have no understanding of volleyball. So why are they spending hours upon hours in the stands, watching him play?

“They’re not watching the match, Wakatoshi-kun. They are watching you.”

Hm. Strange. His play is very consistent. Watching him do the same thing over and over has to get boring, especially when they aren’t watching for the sake of the game.

But then he sees you for the first time.

You are in his third year English class. In his three years of high school, Ushijima is sure he has never seen you before. Because if he had, there was no way he would forget you.

He is curious. And a little enamored by you.

You are, by all means, a regular girl. You sit on the same chair every day, bring your own bento instead of eating from the cafeteria. It is always wrapped in a pretty multicolored patterned cloth, done up in a knot on top. You have a small stuffed cat chain on the zipper of your backpack. And you wear your hair differently every day. Some days it is tied up, some days it is let down. And some days it is half-up and half-down. You have one pink bunny hairclip that you wear maybe once every two or three days that Ushijima thinks is very cute. Your uniform is always immaculate.

There are so many tiny details about you that Ushijima has learned, and he finally understands why girls would stay hanging over the gym balcony to watch him for hours, because he could watch you for hours too.

You are very smart, he could tell. You always answer correctly when the teacher would call on you, and he has glimpsed at your notes. Simple, but neat and easy to understand, just the way he likes it. There are no crazy colors and highlighters, and your handwriting is neat and beautiful, just like the rest of you.

You are also quiet. You have a select group of friends that you talk to, and while you are nice to anyone who interacts with you, you don't go out of your way to stand out. Again, Ushijima loves that. It seems he loved everything about you. All the minor details that make you a little bit more unique to everyone else.

When you show up at his game, he nearly loses his focus.

It in’t an important game by any means, just a practice match with another local university team. So why are you here? Have your friends dragged you along? Or are you here by your own volition? Ushijima feels how sweaty his palms are when he clenches his fists, and it surprises him.

Is he….. nervous?

Why? Because you are watching? How ridiculous. Ushijima has never once doubted his own strength, or his ability to win. How could your presence alter that? The thought annoys him, and he is determined to prove that you being here would not be a hindrance to his play.

Turns out, he needn't have worried. It seems your presence had sharpened his senses more than ever. Shiratorizawa won in straight sets, and of the 50 points they scored, 39 had been from Ushijima’s hand.

“You were on fire today, Wakatoshi-kun.” Tendou comments as the final whistle rings. Ushijima unintentionally glances at you in the stands, cheering for the team. Cheering for him.

His heart is beating a mile a minute, and he doesn’t think it is because of the game he had just played. He hears Tendou let out a dreamy sigh.

“Ah, the miracles of having a crush.”

He feels his lips tick up in a tiny smile as he throws a towel over his shoulders. Tendou is wrong. Ushijima doesn’t think he has a crush.

He thinks he is in love.

orrrrder up! ft. touya todoroki (2)

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warnings&a/n: more kys jokes because I'll never stop and bullying(?) thanks so much for the love on the last one!!!!! made me sososososo happy!!!! hope you guys like this one and HAPPY NEW YEARS

link to part 1 here

PEACHES AND CREAM

ft. chifuyu, baji, ran, rindou

tags. breeding, baby trapping in ran’s, basic smut, cumplay

notes. sloppy and lacking a lot so sorry :(

CHIFUYU

quite frankly, you’re sick of sitting around at home with nothing to do while your husband is away for so long. a baby would be nice, and it’s not like chifuyu would say no to you. he’s still in uniform when he comes home on an early morning for a change. you’re wrapped up in the pile of blankets you insist are needed and your lips are slightly parted, stirring only when icy hands slip under the fabric of your tank to feel your soft skin.

“hi, baby,” chifuyu greets as your eyes flutter open, you blink to clear your hazy vision, the smile that settles on your sweet lips is endearing. he cranes his neck to kiss you, and you accept him with open arms, spreading your thighs so he can situate himself between them. the faint smell of his cologne lingers on the collar of his shirt as chifuyu presses his face into your neck, slacks undone and pushed halfway down his thighs so he can fuck you.

it’s sloppy and needy, lacking grace but it’s perfect. your hands clamp around his biceps, and your head tilts back, legs wrapping around his waist as you pull him close. “please… please— want it inside of me. want your baby.” you whimper, pussy milking him for all he’s worth, filling you until his cum drips back down his balls and stains the sheets.

BAJI

keisuke’s mother is fond of you, she thinks your perfect for her son, so it’s no wonder the question comes so quickly after the wedding. you can tell she’s held her tongue for long enough before she enquires about babies. the two of you sit on the lawn, watching keisuke play with his baby cousins, he’s good with them and you can’t help but be sucked in by your mother-in-law’s words.

“what’s got you so needy?” keisuke asks, his teeth poke out when he smiles down at you, eyes lidded and soft as he rubs your clit. you shy away from his gaze, shaking your head and instead digging your nails into his shoulders.

“nothin’, kei…” you twist a little, his touch becoming overwhelming until he slides his cock into your cunt with a single glide. your body relaxes and you droop backwards at the feeling of fullness. “just want… i wanna have your babies.” you tell him breathlessly, and when he stills you prepare yourself for the worst. for him to pull away, leave the house and return late. but you should know keisuke better, as he simply snickers and pokes you cheek.

“that’s what got you so shy, baby? cause you want my babies?” he mumbles, his hips roll forwards, sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine. “all you had to do was ask.”

RAN

ran’s been getting antsy these days, you can tell in the subtle changes to his behaviour. he gets up earlier than usual, strange for someone who can’t stand less than twelve full hours of sleep. he wanders around the house aimlessly before he leaves for work, and he fidgets more. you know ran is not one for commitment, he’s not great at settling down - that’s why he’s so out of bounds here. in your shared home. the ring on his finger squeezes too tight, he pulls on his collar as it tightens around his neck. everything is constricting.

though you have an inkling ran wouldn’t leave you if you have his child. surely, he would feel too guilty to cheat with the mother of his baby home alone. so you decide it’s what you need to do. he doesn’t like condoms anyway, ran relies on you taking your birth control - he’s irresponsible from the start. you begin to wonder how he hasn’t had pregnancy scares before.

when he’s in your pussy, ran is weak, he’s droopy and stupid. his brain is melted as he fucks into you and you tighten around him, nails digging into his ass to bring him closer, get him to go deeper, harder- he doesn’t suspect you of a thing. “fuck…” he grunts put through his gritted teeth, throwing his head back and you watch his adam’s apple bob, the veins in his neck becoming more prominent as he empties himself into your cunt without a single clue on what he’s in for.

RINDOU

though you did not suspect him to be as such, rindou is quiet and sweet in his own way, he’s homely in his own way. so it’s no wonder he’s the first to approach you on the topic of babies. to try it out. you’re not opposed, it’ll be the next step of your relationship and plus- he seems to enjoy it so much.

time after time, your pussy is stuffed full of his sticky cum, oozing from the tip of his cock as it fills you up and leaves you full. the way it trickles put down your slit, coating your pretty cunt in his pearly release, but rindou is quick to push it back in with his thick fingers - as if he expects it to stick to your pussy. “can you go one more round for me, baby?” rindou peers down at you, his dark hair is curling near the nape, some matted to his shoulders with how much he’s sweating.

though ruined, you nod your head, swollen lips and teary eyed and mascara stained cheeks. “jus’ one more time, rin,” you croak to him, unsure of whether you can handle so much more.

“c’mon, gotta fuck you till i knock you up.” he says, but you know he’s just enjoying this a little too much.

Beginning of the End

pairing: Suna Rintarou x F!Reader

angst to fluff

WC: 3.1k

synopsis: when Suna begins to spend more time with his close friends, including his new sickeningly sweet manager, you start to wonder if you’re not as important to him as you thought.

content/warnings: neglect, mentions of beating up (no one gets beat up), jealousy, insecurity, no use of y/n, lmk if i missed anything!

you make your way towards the gymnasium with a giddy smile as you hum the lyrics to Apple Cider. it’s a boring Thursday afternoon, and while you had the option of going home immediately, you figured you’d stop by Rintarou’s volleyball practice. after all, you’d baked some brownies and thought it would be a fun surprise for the boys.

you peek your head through the door to ensure no volleyballs are going to attack you, before slipping in and running towards the benches. you notice Suna spot you with his intense stare, and you give him a smile paired with a wave in response. he waves back before focusing on the rest of his practice.

you manage to get some work done throughout the hour, not disturbing the team as you know how serious the sport is to them. by the time you’ve finished your homework, they’ve begun to pack up and head to the locker room.

Atsumu, however, wipes his sweat with a towel before walking towards you.

“Hey, [Name], how are ya doin'?” he asks you with a crooked grin.

you finish zipping up your backpack before looking up, “I’m doing okay! Just waiting for Rin.”

he nods understandingly as the rest of the boys walk out, dressed in fresh clothes and looking much less… stinky. Rintarou eyes you and Atsumu as he lazily stalks over, draping an arm over you and pulling you close.

he bends down and kisses your temple, “Hey, baby. What’re you doing here?”

you pause, looking up at him unsure as you are aware of the presence of his team members. “I was waiting for you. I was thinking we could go back home together and watch a movie?”

he lifts his arm to rub the back of his neck. “Sorry, today the team is going out for dinner. Maybe tomorrow?”

you ignore the pinch in your heart at the lack of an invitation, but you justify it as it is a team dinner. and make no mistake, no matter how close you were, you were not part of his team.

“Oh, okay.” you murmur with an awkward smile. you look towards Osamu who stands off to the side, “Hey, ‘Samu, I made my brownies again since you all loved them so much. Here.”

you reach out to give them to him as he rips open the lid and stares at it with heart-eyes. he looks back to you, “Thank ya so much [Name], ya sure ya don’t wanna dump Sunarin for me? I could eat these for the rest of ma life.”

Suna immediately wraps an arm around your waist, tugging you into his chest as he glowers at Osamu. you giggle as Osamu merely raises his hands in mock surrender. the rest of the team digs in, including Atsumu who you notice still hasn’t changed. but that was none of your business.

what was your business, was the pouty messy haired boy in front of you who looked like a sad puppy.

“Hey. Where’s mine?”

you smile fondly, before unzipping your backpack and pulling out a neatly wrapped bag of brownies. they were decorated with caramel drizzle and mini sprinkle hearts.

Suna lights up at the sight, gently grabbing it from your hand and kissing the side of your face. “Thanks.” he whispers, causing you to shiver at the low tone.

“Should you all be eating brownies when nationals is just around the corner? I thought you’d be more strict about this, Kita-san.” a gentle voice comes from behind. you look over and find their manager, Akira, as she frowns at the team.

Kita looks thoroughly scolded as he stares at the brownie in his hand, his cheeks puffed out as he stops chewing.

your brows furrow as you notice everyone stop eating. you force a smile, “I thought it would be fine since it’s been months since I gave it to them.”

Atsumu nods as he finishes chewing, licking his fingers once he’s done. “Yeah, don’t worry about it Akira, yer new so ya don’t know this, but [Name] always bakes for us. It doesn’t hurt to have somethin’ sweet once in a while.”

she sighs, a dimpled smile coming onto her face, “I suppose you’re right, Atsumu. Well, when are we leaving?”

your face drops at the we. who is we, you begin to wonder. the team? her? everyone here but you? you clench your fist as you inhale quietly. you turn to Suna with a smile.

“I’m gonna head home before it gets darker, have fun at your dinner.” you kiss his cheek before placing your bag over your shoulder and leaving, uncaring of the fact that your exit was not the nicest.

perhaps this was the beginning of the end of your and Suna’s relationship. looking back, you should’ve noticed something was wrong. but what were you to do, other than ride the catastrophic wave as a rookie surfer.

✾

things began to go downhill from there. slowly, but surely, you were losing Rintarou. it went from team dinners, to team hangouts, to spending lunch breaks with the team. it was the team, team, team, and team. and a quick glance at Atsumu’s Instagram let you know that Akira was included in every team plan.

that didn’t mean you didn’t try. because if there’s anything you ever did, it was try your best.

“Hey, Rin! Let’s get dinner on Saturday?”

he looks at you with a guilty smile, kissing your lips gently. you part, dazed, but he lets you down with his next words. “Sorry, team dinner again. Maybe next week?”

-

“Rinnie, was thinking of seeing the new Barbie movie with you. Wanna go on Friday?” you ask with hopeful eyes. the Barbie movie was gaining so much popularity lately, it was hard to go about your days without seeing spoilers.

he pauses, before running a hand through his messy dark hair, “Sorry, babe. The team already asked me to go with them. I can rewatch it with you some other time though?”

“No need,” you shake your head with a wry smile.

“Have fun, Rin.”

you end up going to the theatres alone and shoving popcorn in your mouth every time the couples next to you giggle.

the last straw was when he flaked on your usual Thursday lunch break meetup. the two of you would sit on the rooftop together and enjoy picking at each others food. it would often end in you being cuddled into his chest, enjoying the soft kisses down your neck.

the past few weeks, he hadn’t been present at all. he was physically there, but his mind was somewhere else. he’d be on his phone texting the team group chat you were obviously not in, and it was getting ridiculous. so when he fails to show up this week, you begin to wonder how much more of this you’ll put up with.

he doesn’t text you back for the rest of the day, and while you wish you could say you were angry, you were more so disappointed. was expecting him to prioritize you asking for too much? was it unreasonable to want to be chosen first? was love meant to hurt this much?

you make your way to the gymnasium once again after class. your face that once held a happy smile is replaced with a blank look, as you are unable to force yourself to look something you do not feel.

you walk in without a care of the volleyballs being thrown across the room, but you stop when you spot Akira, dimpled brown-haired Akira, who is in your Rintarou’s sweater. the sleeves fall below her hands, and the sweater paws look horrifically adorable. she smiles as she talks with the team, handing their water bottles to them. you wonder if you are imagining the glint in her eyes as she hands Rintarou his, their fingers brushing lightly as she gives it to him.

“[Name]!” a loud voice calls. it snaps you out of your daze, but you wish it hadn’t. tears begin to build in your eyes, so you turn around and walk out. you quickly wipe them away, thankful that your eyes don’t get red easily as you continue walking.

but then you hear footsteps. someone’s running towards you. you know it’s Rintarou, but you can’t face him right now. you speed up your steps, but he catches up with you in no time and softly grabs your wrist, pulling you into his chest.

you rip your arm out harshly, frowning up at him.

he exhales, out of breath from practice and running. “Baby, what’s wrong? Why did you leave?”

he pauses, “Why do you look so upset?”

he moves closer to grab your face in his hands, but you take a step back, needing the space.

“Why… Why was she in your sweater, Rintarou?”

he frowns, eyes looking around as his mind scrambles to understand you. “Who? You mean Akira? She wasn’t feeling well during lunch so I gave her my sweater.”

your heart drops. so while you were waiting for him alone at the rooftop he was with her? your face twists; you aren’t sure what kind of expression you’re showing, but it must annoy Suna, as he scoffs quietly, sliding a hand over his face.

“You’re not upset over that, are you? Because I don’t remember you being so possessive like that.”

you bark out a sarcastic laugh, looking at him as you tilt your head, “Possessive? More like I’m fucking normal, Rintarou. With the way you’ve been neglecting me lately, this is just the cherry on top.”

you shake your head, ignoring his concerned eyes. “Go back to practice, Suna. I’m going home.”

you turn around, fully expecting to be pulled back, but nothing happens. you continue to walk, letting out a shaky exhale as you place your headphones on. tears slip out of your eyes as your vision begins to blur. you blink harshly, wondering why every situation seemed to leave you utterly alone.

✾

“She said something about Akira being in my sweater.” Suna dries his hair messily with the towel in his hands before leaving it draped on his neck.

Osamu shrugs, “Well, that’s a valid reason to be uncomfortable in my opinion.”

Aran nods in agreement beside him. “Yeah, you considered that maybe you pushed a boundary of hers?”

Suna frowns, trying to ignore the flashes in his head of your heartbroken face. his chest aches. he hates not being on good terms with you.

Atsumu comes out from the showers, stretching his arms as he yawns.

“How was yer lunch with her today? Did she seem upset earlier?”

Suna pauses at Atsumu’s words.

Lunch?

Today was…Thursday.

he stands, scrambling as he rummages through his bag for his phone. he quickly opens your contact and looks at your texts. he sighs with a heavy heart at what he sees. why didn’t he get your texts?

he checks to the settings, finding that he had your contact muted. he knows he could have never done that, so he traces his memory back to whoever had his phone. the only time he left his phone alone today was when he was with Akira in the nurses room.

putting the pieces together, he shuts off his phone and tosses it back into his bag.

“Fuck.”

-

Suna looks for you on Friday, but you manage to slip away every time he got close. he sat in your usual seat in class, only for you to sit up at the front close to the door. when class was over, you quickly packed your bags and was out before he could blink.

when he looked for you at lunch, he found you surrounded by your friends. you must’ve told them something, because the moment they saw him they glared before huddling closer to you as if to protect you. he rolls his eyes at the thought but is happy you have such caring friends.

he waits by your locker after school, crossing his arms and leaning on the cool metal. he has practice, but he has priorities. and perhaps he neglected you for the past three weeks, but he knows he can fix this. he can be better.

but when you don’t show up, he wonders what the point of being better is if you’re not there.

his eyes trace the lines in the concrete as he walks towards the gym. the rest of practice he’s off his game, with sloppy spikes and weak serves. sure, he gets told off by Kita but it’s not as bad as the pain of potentially losing you.

Akira walks up to him after practice. she taps his shoulder. “Hey, Suna. I was wondering if you wanted to visit the Illusion Cafe with me this weekend? I know you love sweets and I heard lots of good things!” she smiles sweetly, but all Suna can focus on is the sweater she is wearing. it’s his.

more importantly, it’s yours.

he frowns, “No. I’m gonna spend that time with my girlfriend.”

Akira’s expression drops into a slight scowl. his eyebrow twitches at the mere sight. why would she be angry that he’s spending time with his girlfriend?

“Oh…Okay. Let me know if you change your mind.” she says with a tight lipped smile.

he looks back at the sweater before glancing at her face. “I won’t. Also, I’d like my sweater back sometime soon, thanks.”

her face reddens at his comment. she nods, embarrassed, before scurrying away.

Suna sighs, walking to the locker room and wondering how he was gonna get you to talk to him.

-

the team walks out of the gym, with Suna tuning their mindless rambling out. he stretches, finding his eyes seem heavier than usual. he hadn’t slept well last night, unused to you being angry with him that it left him so unsettled he couldn’t sleep.

“Oh, looks like the basketball team is also going home.”

it’s something insignificant. something Suna thought he’d look over at and forget the next second. but then he sees you.

you, with your arm wrapped around another guy’s arm. he’s tall, taller than Suna. muscular too, and his dark blue hair is captivating. Suna stops walking, causing the rest of the team to take a second glance at what he is looking at.

“Holy shit, is that [Name]? What’s she doin’ with those scrubs?” he distantly hears Atsumu say, but all is on his mind is he needs to get you away from that guy now. away from him and into his arms.

you’re laughing, happy for the first time in three weeks until you hear the rushed footsteps that are approaching you.

“[Name], let’s talk.” Suna demands. unfortunately for him, you’re not in the mood to talk anymore.

you unwrap your arm, looking at Suna directly. “No thanks. Maybe next time.” you quote his favourite line he’d used on you countless times recently. it seems he realizes, as his face crumples.

“Who’s this dolt?” the tall blue haired man asks, and Suna’s eyebrow twitches in irritation. who does this guy think he is?

you sigh, “Sorry, Aomine. This is my…boyfriend.”

Aomine’s brows raise. “Ah, my bad. Didn’t mean to get in the way.”

you shake your head, ignoring the other basketball members who surround you. “You’re not in the way, let’s go home, please.”

Suna walks in front of you, stopping you from moving. you exhale, exhausted from the long three weeks and wanting nothing more than to be in your bed.

“You want me to deal with him, [Name]?” Kagami asks from the side, sliding his sleeves up as Suna’s eyes widen.

a new voice comes from behind Suna, “Deal with him? Yer gonna havta deal with us too then.” Atsumu stands in front of Suna, eyes blazing with confidence. even Kita stands off to the side, seemingly ready to physically intervene. you want to laugh at the scene.

you shake your head at the almost comedic situation in front of you, before clapping your hands loudly. “Okay! That’s enough. Volleyball kids, go on your way. Basketball kids, also go on your way. Suna and I will talk as he walks me home.”

Suna’s eyes light up at your words, but you ignore his gaze. he wasn’t forgiven quite yet.

the rest of them begin to make their way out of the school grounds, except for Suna and Aomine. Aomine looks down at you, bending to your height, “You sure you don’t need me to do anything?”

you smile at his overprotectiveness, “No thanks, I got this. Thank you though, really.” he smiles and ruffles your hair, letting out a small ‘oof’ as you hug him tightly.

Suna stands off to the side, silently seething yet knowing he has no place to tell you what to do, especially not now.

Aomine leaves soon after, with a soft wave and a promise to beat Suna up if he tries anything funny. you glance at Suna who looks unsure and out of place.

“Let’s go?” you don’t wait for an answer and begin walking. you hear soft shuffling as he walks beside you and takes small glances that he thinks are discreet.

you arrive at a park near your house. you take a seat on the swings, Suna carefully doing the same. you wait for him to speak, as you’re all out of love and words to give at the moment.

“So… I think- No I know, I need to start this off by saying I’m sorry.” he stands, moving to position himself in front of you. he bends down, crouching to meet your gaze.

“I was very neglectful these last few weeks. I have no excuse, and I know I’ve hurt you.”

he slowly moves to grab your hand; you allow him, as he brings your limp hand to kiss the back. “I want you to know I made it clear to Akira that you’re my number one. You’re the one I always want, no matter what. I can’t even believe my dumbass made you doubt that.”

he shakes your head, looking down before glancing up. you notice tears building in his lash-line, causing you to sit up in alarm.

“I am seriously so fucking sorry for missing our lunch dates, dinners, and for giving her my sweater.”

you grab his face gently, wiping your thumbs beneath his eyes.

“I’ll burn the sweater, I swear.”

you roll your eyes, squishing his cheeks gently.

he grabs your arms, kissing your inner wrists softly as he looks up at you. “Will you give me a second chance? I promise I won’t fumble.”

the sweet moment is broken, then, as you scoff out a laugh. “You’re not going to fumble me, Rintarou.”

he smiles, cat-like eyes with a lazy grin. “Damn right. Gotta treat you like the princess you are.”

you pout, “Not a queen?”

he laughs, a deep raspy sound. he stands up and tilts his head down to kiss your nose.

“Princess, queen, anything. So long as you’re mine.”

EXTRA:

"So, who was that asshole earlier?"

you shove his shoulder gently, "He's not an asshole! He's my friend. Didn't you know I'm friends with the basketball team? I used to be their manager."

Rintarou scoffs, "Yeah, I knew that, just didn't know those guys were so close to my girl."

you look at him with a blank face.

"Right, and I was the one who was possessive. Sure."

he whines softly, low in his throat as he moves his face into your neck, "I said I was sorry!"

a/n: suna brainrot😵‍💫

♡ | afterglow [I]

PAIRING atsumu miya x f!reader WORD COUNT 5k CONTENT CONTAINS illusions to excessive alcohol consumption, very subtly hinted drug abuse (not from reader or atsumu)

SYNOPSIS finding out that his hot supermodel girlfriend is dumping him for some baseball player? that sucks. finding out via her red carpet debut with her new man as her plus one? sucks a bit more. having this happen to him the same day he just lost the last game of the season? yeah, it’s starting to feel like the universe has it out for him at this point, right? but atsumu miya is nothing if not petty, childish, and immature. he’ll get back at her. after all, there’s a secret dating app created by publicists and agents that pair up perfect matches for brightening up any celebrity’s public image. all atsumu has to do is pay a pretty sum of money to convince the media (and mainly his ex) that atsumu miya is still on top of the world and living his best life with the best (albeit, fake) girlfriend ever. 

unfortunately for him, his perfect match just so happens to be you — his first girlfriend, his highschool sweetheart turned sour, and the first girl who ever broke his heart.

you know what they say: when it rains, it pours.

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