Trick Or Treat

your boyfriend cannot stop himself from kissing you all over. kissing you is his favorite thing to do - no matter when or where.

☀︎｜tags. older bf!gojo satoru x female reader. suggestive, mild (to somewhat) nsfw, fluff. lots of kissing. lots and lots of kissing and loving. he fondles and gropes you everywhere basically. clingy satoru. tiny bit size difference (yes ok im a slut, what about it). body worship kinda. readers gets called ‘sweet / pretty girl, baby, princess’. beta read? what’s that.

you fell for it again; satoru told you it was only going to be a quick peck on the lips. ‘i promise, baby, c'moooon’ — you recall him begging in that whiny voice of his. that's all what was needed to make you putty in his hands.

“fine, but only one kiss, okay?” you gave in and walked over to satoru, climbed onto your shared bed and leaned in for a swift kiss—only for his strong arms to cage you in and never let go. it had been ten minutes since; the apartment was silent, except for the lewd sounds of your shared kisses and heavy breaths.

satoru’s soft hands are wandering everywhere. from cupping your cheeks to rubbing your sides and gripping your ass. the clock was ticking loudly, but the sound of it was drowned out by your moans. and satoru’s low, needy whimpers.

the appointment you were getting ready for had long slipped your mind.

“mh, you’re such a good kisser, baby,” the white-haired man sighs. he absolutely loves the way you follow the movements of his glossy lips—your head tilting to the side and back—automatically accomodating to satoru’s motions. he was kissing you with an urgent need. one you had never known or witnessed before, “more, ngh, need more of you, please.”

satoru was not letting up. you couldn’t blame him; it was easy to get lost in this warm and cherished moment of peace. his sweet kisses switched intensity—going from innocent kisses to sloppy ones, resulting in your chin dripping with a mixture of saliva.

you whine and straddle satoru’s lap which earns you a happy hum from your lover. that was his plan all along: to completely distract you from the fact that you had to leave the house. that you had to leave his side. others would call it annoyingly clingy, but satoru absolutely needs your lips on his.

he is sure that he would go insane if he spent a whole day without kissing you. an hour is already too long, if he is honest.

satoru would love to kiss you until the end of time. until death comes knocking onto his door. the last thing he desires to feel is your plump lips and wet tongue wrapped around his. a peaceful, warm death. one with no regrets.

“mhmmm, fuck, you taste so sweet.” satoru's eyebrow furrow in delight. he is nearly overstimulated by the taste of you. the way your small body clings onto him, your hands holding onto his jaw and sliding down his chest, your sounds of pleasure that only he could ever have the honour of hearing.

it was perfect. all of you was perfect.

your parted lips make way for his tongue again. satoru slips his tongue inside your mouth. it was tender, yet demanding. your throat tightens up and a choked moan fills his ears. his cold fingers make contact with the warm skin of your midriff. they were aiming at one place; your chest.

the one satoru loves to fondle no matter when or where. the same one he loves to use as a pillow every night.

“nnh, ‘toru, need’to breathe,” you are running out of air. the short gasps you took between the heated kisses were not enough to fill your lungs. but, it was addicting. the shortness of breath the two of you experienced only served as more proof of your love.

neither of you want to pull away—to pause the make out session for even what could be a split second.

the older man below you is hesistant. he does not want to let go of you. it's like you’re asking him to break up—that’s how much it hurts him to stop kissing you.

however, he felt a bit light-headed from the lack of oxygen as well. satoru pulls away, but not without sweeping his tongue over your bottom lip, lapping up the drool that dripped down the corners of your mouth.

his eyes are half-lidded and glazed over with both love and lust. you stabilise yourself by holding onto his broad shoulders and satoru rubs your back to help calm you down further. a ghost of a grin tugs at his lips. he surely is enjoying your adorable, exhausted demeanour. your chest was heaving up and down—his fingers sneaking to your front and wrapping around a breast to feel its tenderness.

“pretty,” satoru sighs. he takes the chance once your lips part to take a deep breath. his tongue quickly slips in, invading your mouth and exploring every inch before separating the two of you again. he can not go a minute without kissing you. you sure are like a drug to him, “thank you, princess.”

you are surprised by the sudden tongue kiss, but brush it off with a chuckle. you know how satoru is; not able to keep away from you in heated moments like these. his large hands fondling, groping and squeezing every area of your body only proves that point.

“thank you for what?” you ask, planting a soft peck on his lips. your boyfriend responds by holding the back of your head. he leans in for another kiss like a man depraved of any affection. you shudder and hold onto him like he there is no tomorrow. he does the same back, squeezing you against his chest.

satoru slightly tilts his head back to answer your question. his breath was hot on your mouth, a faint string of saliva hanging between your bottom lips. he can not hold the urge. he can not answer. his lips are already colliding with yours once more.

over and over. until the two of you were out of breath and needed a break again.

“thank you for being with me,” satoru answers in a quiet whisper. the pad of his thumb brushes back and forth against the waistband of the shorts you are wearing. there is an urge to pull them down and reveal those pretty little panties you are wearing, but his current priority is to feel your mouth on his.

until he gets enough. which is never. never in a million years.

“thank you for everything, honestly,” satoru continues and leaves a couple wet kisses down your neck. his hands do not leave your perfect body. he’s admiring every curve - every body part that had yet to be touched, “could have never believed that i’d end up with such a pretty girl. but, here i am, with the prettiest girl in the world in my arms.”

satoru had a way with words. one that left you flustered like crazy each time. he looks at you and that’s when you know that he means every word. his eyes were shining, even when half-lidded. the admiration in them more than just visible.

he looks at your face and body like he’s witnessing the world's greatest treasure. and that you surely are.

“stop saying that.” you giggle embarrassedly. you cover your mouth to hide your smile, though satoru is quick to grab your wrist and pull your hand away. he keeps holding onto your arm to prevent you from hiding your face from his sight. and to stop you from hiding your lips from his, of course.

the older man clicks his tongue, scolding you jokingly for trying to hide that precious smile from him. he kisses the corners of your lips, touch lingering against your hot skin, “how am i supposed to admire my pretty girl if she keeps hiding herself, hm?”

you squirm due to satoru’s flirty words. his gentle tone of voice is making you feel those tingles in your lower abdomen. there has not been a single moment in your relationship where your lover made you feel unwanted. it’s been the complete opposite every day.

“someone’s getting a bit squirmy, aye?” your boyfriend teases. he knows that the combination of his words, looks and actions make you weak in the knees. you always react like it’s your first time kissing and that is both endearing and amusing to him.

you can’t control your bodily reactions either. the sight of satoru beneath you is simply too much. his fluffy hair that sits messily due to your fingers that tugged and played around with the strands, his black top riding up to reveal a glimpse of his defined abs and happy trail. . . the faint blush on satoru’s cheeks and the needy look in his eyes.

you surely can’t leave him alone while he looks like that.

“shut up and kiss me already.” you respond with a huff. and so, satoru does. wasting not a single second. kissing you is his job—his passion. the only thing he ever craves for.

the room once again fills with noises of pure contentment, enjoyment and pleasure. it’s just you two in that moment—no one else mattered.

as long as your lips stay attached to each other, no one actually does.

Perv!Takeomi Akashi x Fem!Reader Headcanons

wc: 286

tw: NSFW

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Perv!Takeomi loves to stare. Whether he's watching from the tables in the cafeteria or in class, he's shameless about it. When you catch his eye, he'll wink, or do nothing at all. But it's noticeable.

Perv!Takeomi enjoys the sight of you jogging down a flight of stairs. Not because your boobs bounce... not at all!

Perv!Takeomi loves to help you out at the gym. He loves the way sweat rolls down your chest and disappears into your sports bra. He loves to see you do jumping jacks... so many fucking jumping jacks.

Perv!Takeomi wants to tell you how much and how often he thinks about you, but instead of doing any of that, he finds himself giving you popsicles and lollipops just to watch your lips wrap around them as if you were giving him his own personal blowjob. Then he remembers how it looked while he strokes himself to completion at night.

Perv!Takeomi is protective over you. He calls you his "little sis" affectionately and then proceeds to sling his arm around your shoulder, getting close enough for you to smell his aftershave. And close enough for him to smell your shampoo and place a kiss on your cheek. A brotherly one.

Perv!Takeomi plays around with his fantasies about you, preferring to choose ones where he's being the best 'helper' that he can. He's helping you get off and you're enjoying it... but it's all in his mind, of course.

Finally, Perv!Takeomi won't step over the boundary of being your closest friend, inviting you over for parties, and maybe getting a little too drunk and holding you close so he "can hear you better". But you can bet in his dreams, you're the main character.

I randomly got a thought in my mind 😭; Tutor!Choso helping bimbo!Reader with their homework but it turns to something different 😭!!

YOU'RE NOT DUMB AT ALL, ARE YOU? choso kamo cw — afab, bimbo!reader, oral which isn't surprising bc i DO believe choso eats u out for breakfast, lunch, AND dinner (f + m receiving), dumbification, pwp, unprotected sex, lap sex, riding, choso has a dick and tongue piercing, a little twist on the prompt, slightly mean choso (?) but he also praises u so its ok

( EROS WRITES — guess our brothers have smth in common after all... also ahhh u guys r feeding me with ideas !!! imagine this time bc i didn't wanna force u guys to only read hcs.. ik those get boring over time. i'm not entirely familiar with choso's character but plz lmk if u guys like how i write him. i went a diff route with this too !! rushed ending tho bc i got lazy + reminder: PLEASE SEND ME MORE REQS!!! i love getting them.)

choso thinks you're adorable.

when he first met you, all dolled up for dinner with your dad and not having expected for him to be there, he didn't think much of you besides the spoiled little rich girl whose daddy hired him to tutor before you could possibly fail your economics class. he knew you got everything handed to you, and he figured you were a spoiled brat. but that wasn't his place to call you out on. you could behave however you wanted as long as it didn't harm him.

but then you met his little brother.

when you had showed up outside of his tiny, cramped apartment, he felt a little embarrassed, considering he was dressed in a gray shirt and gray sweatpants, whilst you were dressed up in a white tennis skirt and a light purple baby tee, jewelry practically making you shine in the barely lit hallway. but you didn't say anything; you didn't seem to care, really.

you were more than polite to his brothers, excitedly introducing yourself and nodding eagerly along to yuuji's quick rambling about his favorite kid's tv show. choso hadn't ever met anyone who didn't think it was weird that he was raising his little brother, or anyone who hadn't looked down on the two of them for living in a dingy apartment in the sketchy side of the city. but you didn't. once again, you didn't say anything and didn't seem to care, even when you came from riches or piles of gold and he came from trash on the street.

when he ushers yuuji into the lady across the hall's apartment, a kind woman who offered to babysit, his brother practically begs to stay. you nearly cave and join yuuji's side, but choso shakes his head and sends the pink-haired boy off, much to his little brother's dismay.

now, the two of you sit at choso's desk in his bedroom. he watches you, as you shift your vision back and forth from the textbook and to the journal he has you writing vocabulary on. you catch on too quickly for someone who claims to not have a clue about what you're studying. he has a hypothesis.

"you purposefully failed," he decides, arms crossed over his chest as he leans back into his seat. his brows are furrowed, gaze settled on the back of your head. he watches you pause.

"what do you mean?" you murmur, tilting your head to the side and meeting his gaze. a nervous laugh tumbles from your lips. "why would i—"

"attention," he interrupts softly. he knows his next words are a little cruel. "daddy didn't focus on you enough, huh?"

"who do you think you are—"

"i bet you tried your hardest to fail, hoping your dad would actually start caring about you," he shakes his head, laughing a bit. "princess isn't dumb at all, is she?"

you sigh. "i'm sorry, okay? i dunno what i was thinking."

choso is silent. he didn't expect you to actually admit to it.

"i can make it up to you," you mutter, and he finds it adorable how shy you sound. your gaze flickers to his crotch, and his brows lift carefully. he's surprised by your actions and he thinks you sound a bit dumb when you've been caught doing something you shouldn't be doing. he's even more surprised when he lifts his hips and your hand grazes the waistband of his sweatpants.

that's what leads to now; you on your knees, lips wrapped plumply around his cock. your head bobs gently, and he lets out a groan, as your hand pumps him at the same time. his head is tossed back, hair framing his features. he's sure he looks fucked out already, and you've barely touched him.

he feels his thighs tighten and begrudgingly pushes you away before you can milk him dry, letting out a soft breath at the whine you let out. "don't worry," he brings his thumb over your bottom lip, admiring the drool that forms at the corner of your mouth. "g'na make you feel real good."

and he does, as he sits you atop his desk and spreads your legs, thighs tossed over his shoulders. your panties—a baby blue pair with satin flowers sewn into them; he makes a mental note to keep them tucked carefully away in his sock drawer—are pushed to the side, as he hungrily eats away at you, pierced tongue lapping up your collection of wetness and juices. your hands eagerly tug at his hair, and he finds himself moaning, vibrations sending goosebumps up your spine.

"choso," you gasp, head tossed back, eyes squeezed shut. "i'm gonna—" "cum," he orders, tapping your hipbone. you obey, a small cry leaving you as he continues, not stopping as bursts of white hot pleasure spurt through you. it's not until you're tiredly pushing his head away that he finally stops, lower half of his face completely covered in your mess.

"i wanna ride you," you whimper pathetically, and he nods, sitting back down in his chair. you straddle him, sliding your panties fully to the ground and his sweats off of him.

you sink down on his cock as he tenses. you pause, hissing a bit at the stretch. "i don't know if i can," you whisper, as if it's some big secret. "too much."

he plants one of his hands firmly, but softly, on your hips, slowly beginning to guide you. "s'okay," he murmurs, using the other to lift your shirt over your head. no bra. if you weren't struggling to take his cock, he'd tease you. "you were just begging, weren't you?"

you bite your bottom lip and nod pitifully, and he smiles up at you, lips curled upwards into a gentle one. slowly but surely, you begin to rock your hips against his.

his eyes focus on your breasts, bringing one thumb over your nipple. he gives it an experimental flick, relishing in the way you moan his name because of it.

his mouth quickly latches onto it, as you ride him, your pace quickening. your head nearly falls back, the stimulation apparently being too much. he hums, seemingly wanting to test something, and begins rubbing circles around your clit.

"don't do that, choso," you whine, shaking your head. "i'm gonna cum again."

"that's the point, sweetheart," choso murmurs, lifting his head to meet your lips. he sucks on your tongue, kissing you hungrily. he pulls away with a shaky breath, a string of saliva connecting you both. "need me to take over?"

you nod eagerly, and he smiles once again, before quickly placing his hands back on your hips. he begins thrusting back up into you, hips smacking into yours loudly. your moans sound like music to his ears, and soon, he's filling you up, sweat forming at his hairline as he comes.

he thinks he'll need to keep tutoring you if you really want that A.

erosuya. (@cafekitsune for divider.)

SOFT ‘N SLOW !!

•̩̩͙⊱ notes. inspired by swv — summer walker ft. no1-noah. also a little experiment. i’m trying to see something. lol i was all over the place writing this.

•̩̩͙⊱ ft. draken, ran, rindou, mitsuya, sanzu.

•̩̩͙⊱ cw. afab! reader, soft sex, praise, overstimulation, breeding kink, size kink, and dacryphilia if you squint.

disclaimer. 18+ only. minors, blank, ageless blogs dni.

DRAKEN

“that’s it, pretty.” he mumbles, finally bottoming out. a pleased sigh slips from his lips when he feels your gummy walls mold to the thick outline of his cock.

he pulls back till his mushroom tip is aligned at your opening, hissing at the loss of warm before pushing back in, a squelch resounding in the room from the action. the slow stroke of his cock, the way his cockhead kisses your cervix and nudges against your sweet spot is heaven on earth. you’re so tight and warm, makes shivers run down his spine, length twitching inside you when he’s buried to the hilt, which makes you clamp up on him.

he stays a few seconds there, looking into your eyes as you squeeze on him unprompted. draken’s always been too big for you to handle, so much so that you could cum from the stretch of your walls and his fat tip hitting against your spongy walls alone. which happens. he swirls and rolls his hips in circles and figure eights, all while keeping his eyes on yours, and you come undone. your eyes roll to the back of your head, a coil stretched too thin snaps, your cunt spasms as it gushes slick onto his abdominal muscles, and you feel him twitch inside you.

he curses before he hugs you tight, hips snapping into yours as warm seed fills you.

you see white for a few minutes as your ears ring. when you come back, it’s to draken still stroking inside of you as if he hadn’t cum, fucking the ooze of sperm gliding out of your hole back. he’s still hard, heavy balls drenched in your cum and slapping into your ass.

he grips your hips and tilts them up, legs coming to your chest in a press. the next slide in makes your toes curl, he reached an inch deeper. the new position makes you flush, head slowly starting to trail away from obsidian eyes that loom closer, but a hand around your jaw turns you back to him, where you see a thin sheen of something carnivorous gleam in those black eyes of his.

“don’t look away, pretty. keep your eyes on me. wanna see you cream all over me, again and again.” he rolls his hips a little harder when you listen and smirks when you moan and clamp down on him. “knew you had it in you.”

MITSUYA

“you’re doing so good for me, baby.” his voice rings deep against your ear, placing a tender kiss at the lobe before he moves to your neck, jaw, shoulder, chest, and collarbones. then he intertwines both of your hands together and pulls out, stroking back in to the hilt, hips glued to yours where he stays to roll them around, your clit catching onto his pelvis, his cock nudging against your spongy walls. he’s not hammering into you, but the depth of his cockhead and the intimacy of it all makes the coil in your stomach stretch thin.

he pulls out again, then he’s back in. a slow but steady pace forms. your toes curl with each hit, pussy turning straight into goo with the gentle but deep rolls of his hips.

mitsuya brings one of your latched hands up and kisses the back smoothly, adding extra pecks to each fingertip. “just like that. ‘s better this way, isn’t it?”

then his hooded eyes dart to you, pretty black lashes flutter and lilac irises shine. mitsuya looks at you so fondly like he’s truly in love that it gets to your head, makes you want to please him. your mind’s too hazy to register how he let go to rub at your clit, stomach filled too full of his cock that you feel a little drunk off him. he makes your head a little too fuzzy to do anything else but listen to him.

“let’s take things slow today. we got all the time in the world.” and he pecks your forehead last.

RINDOU

a sigh leaves his lips, tiny hum thrumming in his chest when he finally reaches the hilt. he pecks you all over your face, thumb rubbing circles into the back of your hand from where they’re latched.

rindou stays, hips glued to yours for a few minutes to get you adjusted, during which he keeps his eyes pinned on you.

the intensity of his stare intimidates you a little. he’s looking at all of you, bare and vulnerable, and that makes you flush, makes insecurity and fear prickle your heart, so you turn away, but rindou clicks his tongue.

“don’t look away from me, angel. you gotta keep your eyes on me, or i’ll get sad. wanna see all of you, love.” he coos this so softly that your heart warms, beats a tad faster, so you comply.

“mhm. that’s right.” and he leans in for a kiss, hips pulling back, scraping against your gummy walls as you shiver, toes curling at the sensation.

RAN

“haa, shit. always so tight for me.” his dick makes your stomach full, always too long for you to handle. his cockhead kisses at your cervix before he even has the chance to bottom out. says the reason for that is because you’re too nervous. that that is the reason why he has so much trouble sliding in, when you know it’s not.

you nearly choke, nearly feel him in your throat, as he slides back in after pulling out. he’s only made it a third down his cock, and ran will never be satisfied until you take all of him.

“you’ve taken it before. why can’t you just do it once more?”

you tried. you really did, but some things can’t be done again. which is where you’re at now, squirming underneath ran as his beady lavender eyes take you in, fat tip lodged in your cunt, bullying its way to your cervix and you tremble and shake, overwhelmed at the sheer length of him, and yet. a sheen of slick shines on his shaft, cream frothing at the edges of your entrance, coil stretched tight in your stomach.

he twitches the more you struggle, and his eyes tremble in delight. “oh, my cock too much for you, darling? s’okay we can keep trying the whole night until your cunt can finally take me.” he pecks you on the lips, licking between the seams before he pulls back, pink muscle poking out at the corner of his mouth.

SANZU

“sanzu! slow down, slow down!” he pauses from the rapid pace he was keeping before, head tilting in confusion.

your eyes are wet as they look into his, but the sight’s so pretty he twitches. however you don’t see the increasing carnal lust in his eyes, and you don’t notice him twitch an extra beat inside you. “wanna go slow. ‘s too rough.”

“you wanna go slow?” you hum and nod your head, hand inching towards his to intertwine them, and it’s so cute, you’re so cute, that he doesn’t have the heart to deny you that.

“that what you want, princess? okay, we can go nice ‘n slow then.” he pulls back and glides back in, pushing until he’s flush to your pelvis, rolling his hips to grind against your clit, making sure he hits every angle so he can see those pretty eyes roll back until only the whites are left.

tagz! @ryuugot, @bokuroskitten, @kisakiapologist, @shibuyawardnetwork.

“Can’t do shit with a good girl, need me a freak..” | multi

public sex, squirting, sex toys, freaky shit yktv

📜: know I said I despise these types of posts but I couldn’t get it out of my head and too many ppl fit the bill for it

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he loved so many things about you…honestly, he could go on for days bragging about the woman he was slated to spend the rest of his life with. From your smile, to the way you laughed at his jokes, even down to the way you scrunched up your nose when you were mad. He adored your skin and the way it glistened in the sunlight. The way those jeans and sundresses hugged your curves..especially the way that shimmery gloss complimented your plump lips. Hell, he’d tell anyone who’d listen about how you alternated hairstyles every week and kept him on his toes. A flustered mess each time he spoke about his lady..but truthfully, that was only a glimpse of you. It was a mere facade to who you truly were, at least behind closed doors. Because the same woman who made him blush like a school kid..also made him whimper like a little bitch when you were alone! Yes, his sweet little princess would turn into his dirty little slut at the drop of a dime. Dropping to your knees to please him without so much as a complaint..

“Fuck..just like that.”

teasing his glowing tip on the pad of your tongue whilst your eyes stay glued to his own. Your tits hanging from that tank top they’ve been close to spilling out all day. A palm wrangled around his shaft as you began to suck him off. This teasing is too much to bear but he knows he won’t have to wait long…soon, he’s met with the rampant sounds of loud slurping and gagging. Your head goes up and down as you swallow that cock. That forehead planted to his abs and in place whilst you hold it in the back of your throat…strings of saliva spilling all over the place from the corners of your mouth as they seep to your chest and you seem not to have a care in the world..other than pleasing him that is!

“You just took the whole thing, baby..goddamn..” his voice cracks as he’s forced against the wall of this bathroom in some club you two decided to visit. Knowing that the night would unfold this way. Honestly, he would’ve been fine staying home and skipping straight to it..but you insisted on showing off that new tight dress for him. Shaking your ass and grinding on him with a drink in hand. And of course, the controlled vibrator and butt plug he’d so casually placed inside of you at your request. Sure, you could’ve gone for a nice dinner and movie but what was the fun in that? Not when you took him all the way to the back of your throat and nearly threw up on it on his way out, all but forcing him to keep quiet. Your man knows you have no limits, all bets are off when it comes to making him happy. It’s why he’d walk to the end of the earth for you, even lay down his life but you’ll settle for him bending you over a sink and forcing you to glance at your reflection in the mirror as he drills your shit right there for someone to stroll in and catch an eyeful. Hell, they were probably all too intoxicated to notice but it’s that thrill that has him fucking you dumb.

“Harder, please! Fuck!—yes, keep fucking me just like that…make me come on this dick, right here..”

“This is your pussy, daddy..take it!..”

gliding in and out of that dripping cunt, his curved cock pressing at the inner corner of your sensitive spot. With that vibrator resting on your swollen clit and that plug buried in your ass, his fingers cradle your throat as he peels your head back, spitting into your mouth and he can’t stop smiling!..can’t stop smiling because he can’t believe he got so damned lucky! To find a girl who was equal parts nasty as she was classy. Screaming his name and begging for more even after squirting all over his shoe and the floor underneath. Immediately kneeling yet again to taste yourself on his soaked shaft and to get a face full of his nut to parade around in for the rest of the night. Why not? That pretty face full of makeup is ruined anyways but you’re proud of it. So as long as he’d yelp as he fed you every drop of his warm, creamy nut. Watching you gulp down every drop that fell into your mouth.

“You’re so fucking nasty, baby..God, I love you so much.”

he had to admit, he loved his good girl. But it was that inner freak that had him obsessed.

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EREN, ACE, ZORO, sanji, reiner, nanami, taiju, mikey, draken, rin + ran, ONY, CONNIE, SUKUNA, hawks, dabi, toji, bokuto,

┄ MY (INSUFFERABLE) IDIOT

➥ Baji Keisuke x f!Reader

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➥ Main Characters: f!Reader, Baji Keisuke, Sano Manjiro, Haitani Ran

— featuring: gn!best friend, Chifuyu, Draken, Kazutora, Smiley, Angry, Emma, Shinichiro, Izana, Kakucho, Rindou

➥ disclaimers/warnings: slight canon divergence, college!au, aged up characters, everyone lives!au, kind of a song fic(?), suggestive themes, language, fluff, angst (angst with comfort maybe?); will add more as we move on

➥ status: ongoing

➥ taglist: open

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➥ Summary: Your boyfriend of six years breaks up with you out of the blue one night and you’re left heartbroken and in denial. You could have sworn you two were happy… so what happened? Will you ever get the answers and closure you desire? Or will the flame of your love for your childhood best friend, Baji Keisuke, finally die out when he won’t even look your way anymore?

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❥ shameless | kei tsukishima

warnings: fem! reader, timeskip! tsukishima, enemies to enemies but they fuck, blowjob, making out, semi-exhibitionism if u squint, degradation, doggystyle, rough sex, spanking, mentions of blood, little bit ooc tsukki, yamaguchi mentioned, mentions of alcohol, hair pulling, protected sex, crying but not really, tsukki and his love of dinosaurs

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 6.1k

❥ song: shameless - camila cabello

a/n: 1000+ special fic!!! i hope u guys like it :))

Kei Tsukishima was the bane of your fucking existence. It was bad enough that you had to endure three years of being in the same class as him at Karasuno, but in university? You chose Sendai because there was no way that Tsukishima would willingly go to a university that specialized in physical education. He wouldn’t be caught dead there. Oh, how wrong you were. Turns out, volleyball became more than just an extracurricular for him ever since Karasuno won nationals when you were first years. And so, just to your chagrin, that sarcastic bastard wound up living in the same dorm as you, on the same floor, three doors down.

Life has a funny way of fucking you raw.

You tried to ignore him at first, you really did try. If you saw him coming down the hall for some water, you ran back into your room (which caused your roommate to sigh in annoyance, but what the hell does she know?). If he was using the study room that you wanted, you found another place to study. Was he talking to one of your friends for whatever reason? You didn’t associate with them anymore. You hated him so fucking much that avoiding him was probably the only thing that kept you from actively trying to strangle his smart-ass neck. You figured that as long as you avoided him like the plague, he couldn’t open his mouth, and you wouldn’t go to prison for attempted murder. Maybe, just maybe, he was dense enough not to realize that you were never around despite living in the same dorm building. 

Wrong again.

Tsukishima saw you on move-in day, struggling to carry your various boxes of manga into your room and cursing like a sailor. How childish, he thought. Someone so smart choosing a physical-education-based college was a fucking riot. He knew you only chose Sendai because you didn’t think he would go here, which was adorable in a weird sense. Tsukishima was good at volleyball, dumbass. He was the best middle-blocker Karasuno had in a while. Why not exploit that talent? Even though the Sendai Frogs was only a D-2 team, it was still a team. Seeing the color drain from his opponent's faces whenever he blocked their spikes was a reward in itself. The respect that game from being on the team was good as well, he supposed. Sure, his teammates were idiots who only got into university because of a sports scholarship, but they were decent on the court. Besides, they were more than happy to be doted on by their many female fans while Tsukishima focused on his history degree. Plus, it would give him more time to mess with you, his favorite little toy.

He hated you as well. Not because you were different; that wasn’t the case at all. No, it was because you were too similar to him for his liking. You were intelligent, cunning, and incredibly judgemental. And you hid it all under a mask of kindness and laughter. He hated you because he knew that behind closed doors, you were laughing at someone for getting an answer wrong in a lecture when the correct answer was so painfully obvious. You reminded him of himself, and he hated that. He hated you in high school, and he despised you now. 

He wanted to make your life a living fucking hell. Not in a bully-sort-of-way, no. He wasn’t going to beat you up in the middle of the day. That was for barbarians. The little insults would eventually cause you to break, and when that moment came, he would relish it.  

As fate would have it, your class schedules were very similar. You both shared a morning and a writing-intensive evening class, so there wasn’t much room in the curriculum for group assignments. All you had to do was show up and write a couple essays every month, which was incredibly easy for the two of you. Tsukishima could make you squirm in your seat from afar just by looking in your direction, just how he liked it. You could physically avoid him in the lecture halls, but not his piercing yellow gaze. It was perfect.

“I’m sorry. You want us to do what?” you slammed your hands on your professor's desk, your eyes twitching in frustration. “Forgive me, sir, but this cannot be part of the curriculum. I read the syllabus and the student handbook, and there is nothing about having unofficial student teachers.”

Tsukishima covered his mouth as he chuckled, finding amusement in your frustration. You were shorter than him, so you looked like an angry baby bird not getting enough breakfast.

Your professor sighed and rubbed his temple. “Look, I know it’s not ideal circumstances, but I need the help. You and Mr. Tsukishima are my best students. This class is easy for you. I know it is because you two always give each other…strange looks from across the hall.”

You nearly choke on your air. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir.” you cross your arms over your chest.

Your professor sighed. “Well, whatever you two have with each other, make sure it doesn’t interfere with being my assignment graders. Besides,” he paused. “If you do this, it’ll boost your GPAs. For you,” he pointed in your direction. “That could mean a better chance at graduation school.”

“What about Tsukishima?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Mr. Tsukishima is constantly bored in my class. He needs something to keep his hands busy, which isn’t volleyball.” Your professor had the ghost of a smirk on his chapped lips. 

You snorted, quickly smacking your hand over your mouth. “Oh, is something funny about this?” your professor asked.

“No sir,” you couldn’t shake the smile off your face. “It’s just that I’ve known Tsukishima since high school, and you’re completely right. He’s so bored.”

Tsukishima shot you a dirty look. “I didn’t notice that you were paying so much attention to me, shrimp.”

“Shut up,” you retorted.

“How childish,” Tsukishima had his signature shit-eating smirk.

“Enough!” your professor slammed his hands onto his desk. “I will give you both ten papers to grade by the end of the week for fifty extra credit points. If you don’t have them by then…well I can’t do anything about that, so please have them in by Sunday, alright?”

You rolled your eyes, begrudgingly taking your half of the papers. “Well, as long as I get to work alone, I should be fine.” Tsukishima nodded in turn.

“Oh, this is a partner project. Have fun!” your professor ushered you two out of the lecture hall, slamming the door.

You and Tsukishima exchanged looks for a moment, staring into each other's eyes. Your mouth hung open, and your plush lips parted.

“Close your mouth. You’ll attract flies,” Tsukishima pushed up his glasses with his middle finger. “God, I can’t believe that old man is making us work together. I would rather attend a party with Tadashi.”

“Tadashi doesn’t get invited to parties. He’s afraid of what being drunk is like,” you began to walk towards the exit.

Tsukishima quickly caught up to you in a couple of strides. “How do you know that about Tadashi? He only told me that.”

You turned towards him and smirked. “Maybe he tells me stuff too, Tsukki.” you purred, enjoying how his eye twitched when you called him that. “You’re just too self-absorbed to notice anything else around you.”

“Oh, and you’re not?” he leaned against the only exit. “God, you’re so annoying. You think you’re all that, but in reality, you’re miserable. I can’t believe I’m being forced to work with someone like you.”

“Oh, fuck off, Tsukishima. Get out of my way, I need to get dinner.” you pushed past him, flipping him off. “By the way, your new haircut is fucking horrendous. Did you do it yourself? Poor baby.” you pouted your bottom lip in mock pity, shoving your way outside. Tsukishima remained dumbfounded, running a hair through his curly blond strands.

“Poor baby,” those words echoed inside his mind, bouncing around as he returned to his dorm. It was the only thing he could think about, even when he tried to shake it from his thoughts. The way your plump lips pouted, mocking him, it was driving him fucking crazy. He couldn’t get your annoyingly sultry voice out of his head.

Yamaguchi wasn’t in the dorm. He was out with friends for the evening. Something about a new hotpot place, Tsukishima didn’t remember the details. All he knew was that he was alone, probably until two in the morning. That gave him enough time to deal with the problem in his boxers. 

It was your fault anyway; your stupid voice made him feel as hard as a rock. He fucking hated you. He hated everything about you, especially that slutty voice. As he desperately fisted his cock, the collar of his t-shirt in between his teeth, he thought about how much he hated you. He wanted to make you pay for constantly being on his mind, causing him to think the most lewd and depraved thoughts that someone as smart as him should never think. He fucked his hand, imagining it was your mouth that he was fucking instead. How you would struggle to take his massive length inside, your hands pumping what your mouth couldn’t take. It was fucking pathetic, you were pathetic. Pathetic and needy for him, just like he wanted you to be.

“Shit,” Tsukishima made a mess all over his hand, the sticky white substance splashing onto his exposed midriff. He wiped it off with a tissue, tossed it in the waste basket beside his bed, and placed his foggy glasses on the dresser. Tsukishima fell asleep not long after, praying that he wouldn’t have another fucking wet dream. That would be embarrassing. 

He woke up to the sound of quiet swearing coming from the hall. His clock read 3:21. Who the hell would be up this late anyway? It wasn’t Friday, so it probably wasn’t drunk sorority girls who weren’t old enough to live at the house yet. Whatever, whoever was swearing was being a real pain in the ass. Tsukishima groaned in annoyance as he swung his legs off the twin XL bed, careful not to wake the passed-out Yamaguchi on the opposite side of the room. He creaked the door open, squinting as the light from the hallway burned his sensitive eyes.

“Shut the hell up. Some of us have class in five hours!” he whisper-shouted, rubbing his eyes to see who he was lecturing. To his utter shock, your frame finally came into view. You were hunched over, clutching your palm and hissing slightly. “Oh, it’s you.”

You turned around, rolling your eyes. “Yes, asshole, it’s me. Sorry for waking you up or whatever,” you stared at your palm. “Listen, I hate to ask you for anything since you’re literally the worst person on the planet, but do you have a bandage?”

“And why would I give you that?” he leaned against the doorframe, smirking.

“Because I cut my fucking hand on the water fountain, and I’m kind of bleeding out here.” you showed him your palm that brandished an ugly cut across the base.

“Oh,” Tsukishima almost felt bad for a second. “Well, maybe if you weren’t so clumsy, you wouldn’t be bleeding.”

God, he was the fucking worst. You took a step towards him, leaning up to match his eyeline. “Listen here, dick, I know you fucking hate me, but this is kind of a medical emergency. So please, put your feelings towards me aside and help me wrap this up,” you swallowed, averting your gaze. “...please.”

He put a hand to his ear. “What was that? I didn’t quite catch what you just said.” Liar, he heard you perfectly well.

“You are fucking impossible,” exasperated, you did what he wanted. “Please, get me a bandage so I can return to bed. It’s starting to hurt.”

Tsukishima smirked in satisfaction, allowing you to enter his room. “Stop with the painful whimpering. Tadashi is trying to sleep.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. And he sleeps like a rock. I’m not worried.” you sat in his desk chair, massaging your palm. 

Tsukishima pulled out the first aid kit from one of the storage bins under his bed, rummaging through its contents. There were bandages of varying sizes, but he chose the brand he used for volleyball injuries; they were more absorbent. 

“I cannot believe I’m doing this,” he whispered, holding the back of your hand as he rubbed an ointment on the cut. “This is going to sting, but you can handle it. You’re a big girl, right?”

“Call me that again, and I’ll kick your dick in.”

“There’s the attitude,” he smiled to himself. Even when you were bleeding in his dorm at three in the morning, you had that fire in your eyes that made his blood rush. His calloused fingertips guided the wrappings over your palm, making sure to be gentle. He despised you, but not so much that he would worsen your injury. That would be cruel, too cruel for him. 

While wrapping your wound, his yellow eyes trailed up and down your form, taking in what you wore to bed. A band t-shirt that was a few years old accompanied by Sanrio pajama shorts that rode up your thighs too much for Tsukishima’s liking. You were tempting him, waving something he couldn’t have in front of his face, like Tantalus and the hanging fruit. So close, yet so far out of reach. Tantalizing.

“Tell me if it’s too snug,” he stood up, cracking his back.

“It’s fine, thanks,” you mumbled, brushing off your knees. Your eyes lingered momentarily, observing the shirt he wore to sleep. It had a dinosaur decal on it. You weren’t sure which one. “What’s on your shirt?”

“Stegosaurus,” he instantly answered. 

“That’s…nice,” you chuckled, your voice still barely above a whisper. “I didn’t know you were so childish, Tsukishima.”

“You’re wearing Sanrio pajama shorts and calling me childish?” he rolled his eyes, towering above you. “Pot calling the kettle black.”

“Sanrio is cute, dinosaurs are dorky. You’re such a fucking dork,” you retorted, placing a hand on your hips. The smirk you wore was delicious. He wanted to bite it off of you.

“Once again,” Tsukishima leaned down, grasping your jaw. He would never ordinarily do this, but the lack of sleep let his inhibitions run wild. “Pot calling the kettle.”

“Let go of me,” your small hand encompassed his wrist. “What’s up with you? You’re acting less like a smug asshole and more like a perverted one. Are you high?”

“Why in the hell would you think I’m high?”

“Because you’re grasping my jaw like the main character in an R-rated movie.”

“And you’re dressed like a slut in my dorm,” he smirked, pulling your face closer to his. He noticed how your cheeks were the faintest shade of pink. You were enjoying this. “Oh, and now you’re blushing. How pathetic.”

“I am not blushing, fucking pervert.” his lips were almost against yours, his hot breath making you shiver.

Tsukishima breathed deeply. “You have no idea what you fucking do to me, what you make me want to do to you.”

For the first time in a long time, you were utterly speechless. It didn’t help that his lips were so close to being pressed against yours. “You’ll wake up, Tadashi,” you gestured to the sleeping Yamaguchi, drool and everything.

“Tadashi sleeps like a rock. You said it yourself,” and his lips were upon you, relentless and unforgiving. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his torso. Your hands flew to his hair, pulling on the blond curls as his mouth assaulted yours in a frenzy of unspoken passion. His teeth pulled on your bottom lip, eliciting the tiniest moan. 

Tsukishima pulled away as quickly as he kissed you. “Get out, now.” he pointed to the door. “Before I do something I’ll regret.”

You pretended not to be offended. “Whatever,” your hand turned the doorknob. “We have to see each other tomorrow when we grade those papers. And by the way,” your eyes landed on the carpet. “You’re a crap kisser.” Liar.

And with that, you left, the taste of your strawberry chapstick lingering on Tsukishima’s lips. He sighed and crawled into his neat bed, staring at the ceiling, the tent in his boxers incredibly annoying.

“Dammit, not again.” he couldn’t take care of it now, not with Yamaguchi sleeping across the room. It was now 3:49 in the morning. Classes would begin in a few hours. Whatever, no big deal. It’ll be gone by the morning. Hopefully, you would dress in the most modest clothing you had so he wouldn’t be tempted to fuck you against the wall of the study room. 

Tsukishima hated you, and yet he had to have you.

You really didn’t want to leave your bed. It was so warm and comfortable…but your roommate kicked you out so she could have sex with her loser boyfriend. At least she was somewhat polite about it. 

There was only one study room available for you to use. For some reason, the D&D club occupied the one with the massive projector screen, and a student council meeting was happening in the one with all the nice windows. Why didn’t they just use the library? That’s where all the nerd stuff is. Whatever, you didn’t care. You got the cramped study room that was initially a large janitor's closet. There was no window, one door, and a whiteboard that came with dried-out markers. Perfect. At least it would be for a couple of hours before your roommate would kick her boyfriend out.

The clacking of keyboard keys filled the cramped room as you worked on a paper for your ancient civilizations class, specifically about the rise and fall of ancient Rome. Your eyes were glued to the glaring blue light of your laptop, fingers typing like they had a mind of your own. Time seemed to come to a halt as you worked, words filling the blank digital pages to be compiled into a brilliant essay that would surely get you a 90% or above; you wouldn’t settle for anything less than that. You were so incredibly focused that the door opening landed on deaf ears. It was like you were in some sort of academic trance. 

Fingers snapped in front of your face.

“What the-” Tsukishima stood in front of you, holding half of the papers given to him by your professor. “Fucking knock next time! You scared me to death.”

“If only that really happened,” he smirked, taking the chair across the table. “I was actually looking for you so we can help grade these papers. I knocked on your door and heard loud moans, so I knew you weren’t in there.”

You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes. “Did you just say that I can’t get laid?”

“More or less,” he took out a red pen. “You wouldn’t happen to have your papers, would you? I don’t want to spend any more time with you than I have to.”

Reaching into your backpack, you retrieved your papers. “I took them with me before my roommate told me to beat it. I didn’t wanna risk getting anything gross on them.”

“Your roommate sounds like a real bitch. Maybe an even bigger bitch than yourself.”

You rolled your eyes again. “Thanks for the compliment, jackass.”

“It’s my pleasure,” he sported his signature smug smile that made your legs weak.

“Whatever. Can we just grade the papers together, please? I have other homework to finish.” you tied your hair in a messy bun, loose strands framing your face. 

Tsukishima’s golden eyes observed your movements and how your hands glided over the paper as you wrote corrections with your blue pen. He noticed how you scrunched your brows together when you saw something you didn’t understand or how you licked your plump bottom lip when you saw something you liked. Did you even realize how stupidly sexy you looked right now? The weather was warm outside, so you wore a spaghetti strap tank top that shamelessly exposed your cleavage. You were a fucking minx.

“How much have you done?” you looked up from your papers.

Tsukishima faked a cough. “I graded two.”

“Ha, I graded three,” it was now your turn to look smug, crossing your arms behind your head. “You’re slow today, Tsukishima. I’m surprised. You’re usually on top of your game. Did my late-night emergency interrupt your sleep? Poor baby.” 

There it was again, that fucking nickname. His grip on his pen tightened. “Don’t call me that.”

You chuckled. “Did I strike a nerve? Somebody’s sensitive today.”

His calloused hands pushed away from the table. In an instant, he had forcefully stood you up and pinned you against the wall, his slender body caging yours. “Shut the hell up.”

Your face was bright red, similar to the events of last night. “Did I strike a nerve, Tsukki?”

“Don’t call me that, you brat.” his words were like venom. “You piss me off so fucking much. You’re so fucking annoying with your smartass behavior.”

You titled your head to the side. “But you act the same way, don’t you? Are you mad because I remind you of yourself?”

He shook his head, pinning your wrists to your sides. “No, dumbass. I’m mad because you’re so fucking sexy when you act like a smartass.”

“Oh.” you were speechless once more. 

“So,” his nose was pressed against yours. “Shut the hell up and let me kiss you. Stop being a fucking brat for five minutes.”

You giggled. “I can’t believe you’re asking. How polite of you.”

“I said to stop acting like a brat.” he slammed his lips against yours, his strong hands still pinning your wrists to your sides. He was unforgiving in his kiss, molding his chapped lips with yours. You were wearing the same chapstick, strawberry flavored. Fucking delicious. Tsukishima groaned into the kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth so it could dance with your own. His hands let go of your wrists, choosing instead to wrap them around the underside of your thighs. He quickly lifted you, his lips never leaving yours as your legs wrapped around his waist, almost upon instinct. Your hands flew to his blond curls once again, eagerly tugging on the locks as he ravaged your lips.

Tsukishima pulled away, breaking the strand of saliva that connected you. “You’re such a fucking slut.” he dropped you, sitting down in his chair. “You talk too fucking much,” he undid his belt, tossing it aside. “I think it’s about time you put that mouth of yours to work, don’t you agree?” he slid his jeans down to his ankles, the print in his boxers almost painful. He leaned back, patting on his thigh. “Be a good fucking girl and suck.”

Your body moved independently, your knees instantly falling onto the carpeted floor. Your hands were in a frenzy, sliding his boxers down to free his cock. His member slapped against his clothed torso, boasting a pretty pink tip that was leaking precum.

“So needy,” you whispered, wrapping your fingers around the base of his shaft. “So fucking big.”

“Stop talking,” Tsukishima groaned, closing his eyes as you gave his tip kitten licks. His hand found your hair, tugging on the messy bun as you took him in your mouth, your tongue swirling around his throbbing shaft. He eagerly fisted your hair and bucked his hips forward, shoving himself in its entirety deeper inside your mouth. You gagged, tears forming in the corner of your eyes as your head bobbed up and down his length. 

“You have a filthy fucking mouth,” Tsukishima deeply moaned, bucking his hips against your mouth once more. “You like it when I fuck this slutty face? Fucking whore.”

You looked up at him, the warmth feeling inside your belly growing even hotter as he began to fuck your mouth. He didn’t care if it was uncomfortable for you. That didn’t matter to him now. You were his to use however he pleased.

“That’s it, fucking take it like a good little slut. Getting her face fucked by her classmate’s cock, what a naughty little thing you are.” he was ruthless, the throbbing head of his cock making you gag over and over again as he chased his release. 

Your jaw began to ache from being open for so long. Your mascara was ruined as fat tears ran down your gorgeous face. Tsukishima drank in the sight, biting his lip at how beautiful you looked, choking on his length.

“Fuck, I’m close,” his grip on your hair loosened, shoving you off of his cock. “Stay fucking still.” 

You frantically nodded, knowing what was about to happen next. Your mouth remained open, tongue rolling out as he pumped his cock, cum spurting out and landing on your face and lips. You winced as some of it got in your hair. It was going to be a pain to get out.

“Shit,” he sighed, running his fingers through his now messy curls. “Stay there, I think I have some tissues in my bag.”

“O-okay…” you cringed at yourself for stammering.

Tsukishima dressed himself before finding an on-the-go tissue packet in his bag, sitting on the floor beside you. His hand cupped your jaw as he wiped off his release, being oddly gentle with you. 

The silence was awkward. Painfully awkward. There wasn’t much to talk about anyway. You hated the silence.

“Is this why you kissed me last night?” you blurted out, smacking your hand over your mouth. Tsukishima raised an eyebrow, the ghost of a smile on his lips.

“That’s part of the reason.” he shoved the tissue in his pocket.

“What’s the other reason?”

His eyes bore into yours. “Because even though you are the most annoying, smart-ass, sarcastic person I know,” he bit his lip for a second. “You’re also the sexiest person I know. So painfully sexy.”

You scoffed. “You’re messing with me.”

“Take the damn compliment,” he sighed in frustration. “I just made out with you against a wall and fucked your face, and you think I’m messing with you?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “It just seems like something you would do.”

“I can’t fault you for that,” he stood up, handing you the mess of papers. “I’ll finish these on my own.”

You brushed off your knees as you stood up. “But the professor said-”

He cut you off. “I know what the professor said. I’m afraid that if I stay around any longer, I won’t be able to help myself.” 

And with that, he left, leaving you confused and furiously blushing on the study room floor. You groaned, muttering curses as you climbed back into the chair, continuing to do your share of the work. Tsukishima was the worst person on Earth, and he thought you were sexy. He wanted you. He was the worst, and he wanted you. He said so himself. You tapped your pen against your bruised lips, formulating a plan—a plan to drive him absolutely feral and ravish you the way you both so obviously want.

It was one in the morning on Friday, and the dorm hall was chaotic. Various drunken sorority girls and frat boys ran through the halls, screaming whatever they pleased. Your roommate was amongst them, hosting three of her sisters in your dorm without consulting you. They talked about their recent hookups and what professors they thought were sexy. It was driving you positively mad. You had to get out of there, and there was only one place that was guaranteed not to be full of drunk idiots.

Yamaguchi and Tsukishima’s dorm. Surely Tadashi wouldn’t have a problem with you staying for a couple of hours until the noise died down…right?

The wooden door rattled as you knocked, your foot bouncing on the floor. Tsukishima answered, looking confused. “Tadashi isn’t here. He’s doing something with my teammates. I’ll tell him you stopped by.” he tried to shut the door.

“Tsukki,” you forced your foot between the door and the doorway. “Let me in. My roommate is at it again, and it’s so annoying.”

He smirked. “Only if you beg for it.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine…please? It’ll just be for a couple of hours until they pass out on my floor. I’m…I’m begging you.”

Fuck, you looked so cute when you begged. “Alright, come on in. You’re lucky I was awake.”

“I sure am,” you muttered, kicking off your slippers. You made yourself comfortable on his bed.

“I didn’t say you could sit there.”

“Well, your dick was in my mouth twelve hours ago, so I think I deserve to lay on your bed for a bit. Don’t you agree?” you wore that smirk that secretly drove Tsukishima wild. 

“Fine,” he sat beside you, avoiding your pajamas on purpose. The silence was awkward once again, so fucking uncomfortable.

“Tsukki,” you looked at him. “Listen to me, no bullshit?” he nodded, still not looking towards you. “I know we don’t like each other. In fact, there were days in high school that I prayed you would get run over by a bus so that I wouldn’t have to see your face.”

“That seems harsh.”

“Don’t interrupt me.” you ran your fingers through your hair. “Look, we don’t have to like each other…but we don’t have to pretend we aren’t attracted to each other, either.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Since when did you get this profound?”

“Maybe since you fucking kissed me yesterday and came all over my face this afternoon. Does that ring any bells?”

Tsukishima chuckled. Before you knew it, you were pushed onto the bed, wrists pinned above your head. His lips hovered above yours. 

“I’m going to fuck that attitude out of you, brat.”

You leaned up and kissed him, electricity crackling through the kiss as he let go of your wrists to run his calloused hands all over your body in a blistering heat. They slipped under your band t-shirt, rolling the flesh of your breasts between his fingers, which caused you to moan into his mouth. He chuckled, squeezing your pert nipples between his thumb and index finger.

“So fucking sexy,” he whispered, pulling away from the kiss to discard his shirt. You quickly followed, gasping as his tongue traced your breasts. “You’ve been hiding these from me for too long, naughty fucking girl.”

“Tsukki,” you breathed out, wrapping your legs around his waist as he suckled on your mounds. A yelp left your lips as he harshly bit down, sucking a blooming purple hickey on the delicate skin. “Fuck! Be fucking gentle.”

“And why would I do that? We both know you’re nothing but a little slut, so I’m going to fuck you like one.” he thumbed the hem of your sleep shorts, pulling them down to reveal your distinct lack of panties. “No panties tonight? You must have wanted this.”

“Shut the fuck up, Tsukki,” you whined as his fingers prodded against your entrance, slipping inside you with ease.

“So fucking wet for me,” he groaned as your cunt fluttered around his fingers. He curled them deeper, bullying his digits further into your heat. “Squeezing around my finger so shamelessly.”

Your head was thrown back against his fluffy pillow, grasping onto the sheets as his lithe fingers continued to mercilessly fuck you as if he was scissoring you open. The rough pad of his thumb found your clit, swirling around the sensitive bud. “Fuck, Tsukki!”

“That’s it, let the entire hall know whose fingers are fucking you so good,” his lips met yours once more, one hand lifting your thigh so he could curl his fingers impossibly deeper. The coil in your stomach felt like it was going to snap at any moment, his fingers and thumb merciless against your wanting pussy.

Just as you were about to reach the apex of pleasure, he pulled his fingers out, wiping them on his sheets. 

“What the hell? I was so fucking close!” you whined, pouting in frustration. 

“You’ll cum when I fucking decide you can,” he shoved his sweatpants off, his boxers quickly following. The familiar sight of his fat cock makes you drool slightly. “Turn around, get on all fours like a good girl.”

You quickly turned over, arching your back for him with your face buried in his pillow in shame. Tsukishima rummaged around in his dresser drawer for a condom, tearing the foil packet with his teeth. He hissed as the latex covered his cock, aligning it with your entrance.

“Now be a good little slut and take it,” his hips snapped against your ass, his massive cock filling you up so quickly. “So fucking tight.”

You cried out, hissing as his cock bullied itself inside of your sobbing cunt. His hands gripped your hips, squeezing the fat between his fingers. Tsukishima choked back a moan at the sight of your greedy pussy swallowing him entirely, his eyes hooded and dark with lust. 

“You look so fucking filthy right now, bent over for me like a slut,” his hand cracked against your ass, leaving a nasty red handprint. You clenched around his cock, moaning into the pillow as his hips snapped ruthlessly against your ass. “Oh? Do you like it when I call you a slut? That filthy fucking pussy of yours seems to agree.” 

He slapped your ass again, his pace brutal and unforgiving. “I’m gonna ruin this pussy so no one else can ever make you feel this fucking good. They can, fuck, they can fucking try to fuck you as good as I do, but you’ll never be fucking satisfied,” he punctuated his sentence with a deep thrust, his cock pistoning in and out of your heat expertly. “Every time you get fucked you’ll think of me and my cock ruining you for anybody else,” he grasped onto your hair, pulling your weeping face out of his pillow. “Do you fucking understand, slut? Answer me.”

“I-I understand, Tsukki! Fuck, so fucking good!” his name fell from your lips like a broken prayer, your mind slowly going fuzzy as his cock slammed into you over and over again with reckless abandon. You sobbed, the rest of your meaningless rambles dying on your bruised lips as he fucked you even harder, his release the only thing on his mind.

The coil in your stomach was about to snap. “I’m so fucking close!” his thrusts stopped.

“Beg for it.” he tugged on your hair again, pulling your back flush against his chest. “Beg for me to make you cum on my cock.”

You swallowed your pride. “Please, Tsukki! Fucking make me cum, I’ve been good, haven’t I?”

He let go of your hair. “I suppose that’s good enough.” he slapped your ass again, resuming his brutal pace. His thrusts grew savage and uncalculated, sloppily chasing his release. With Tsukishima’s permission, you came with a wanton sob, your release coating the latex of the condom. Tsukishima hissed at the sensation, slapping your ass once more in approval. “That’s it, make a fucking mess on my cock. So fucking shameless, so fucking slutty.”

He choked back a moan as his climax finally hit, fucking you through his release. He tossed his head back, his hips coming to a slow stop. His hands fell to his hips, pulling himself out of your sobbing cunt. 

“Fuck,” the condom was tied off and thrown into the waste basket next to his bed. He forcefully turned you over, taking you in his arms. Tsukishima was uncharacteristically gentle with you.

“Uh, Tsukki?” he only hummed in response. “Why aren’t you kicking me out?”

“Why would I do that?” his lithe fingers played with your hair.

“Well, because we just finished fucking.”

He raised an eyebrow in suspicion. “Are you seriously asking why I’m providing you with aftercare? God, all the men on this campus are hopeless.” he pulled you into his chest. “I’m your enemy. I’m not a monster.”

“Aw, that’s actually kind of cute,” you pouted. 

“Just shut up and go to sleep,” he mumbled in your hair, giving you the ghost of a forehead kiss.

You two were rudely awoken by the sound of the doorknob rattling. Panicking, you threw the comforter over your naked body while Tsukishima fumbled around looking for his glasses.

“Tsukki, I’m home. Sorry, I’m only now just-” Yamaguchi stopped in his tracks once he saw you and Tsukishima, both equally embarrassed.

“Oh. My. God.” Yamaguchi chuckled. “I didn’t think Tsukki had it in him.”

“Tadashi, shut the hell up.”

“Sorry, Tsukki.”

𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗂'𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝖿𝖾. ๑ 𝗴𝗼𝗷𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 !

★! 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: gojo satoru x fem!reader.

★! 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: itadori and nobara find out that their sensei is married.

★! 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 & 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: fluff ! established relationship. use of pet-names ((sweets, honey, queen)). use of 'y/n'. husband gojo <3 megumi refers to you as his mother. gojo + you + megumi = happy (found) family!! eng isn't my first language, so sorry for the mistakes/typos.

Itadori looked around for Megumi while carrying at least five of Nobara's shopping bags. It was a day off, which meant that instead of fighting horrible monsters, they were fighting Nobara's insatiable desire to spend all her money on new clothes and random things that were one hundred percent useless.

But somehow Megumi just disappears from his sight.

Apart from the fact that he didn't like to go shopping with Nobara ⸻ for obvious reasons, like the fact that they were her chauffeur back then ⸻ Megumi wasn't the one to just give up. At least he would just sit down somewhere, or he would just stand behind them all grumpy.

Curious about his disappearance, Itadori's hands tightened the straps of the shopping bags and adjusted them before he left the shop, keeping a watchful eye on everyone passing by. Well, Nobara would be fine, she was very strong and besides, she was in the company of their sensei ⸻ nothing could go wrong in Gojo's eyes.

After walking for a while, Itadori saw his friend ⸻ thanks to his sea urchin-like hair ⸻ near an ice cream parlor. But something else catches Itadori's eye and paralyzes him.

Megumi's smile.

Of course, on rare occasions, Itadori had seen his friend smile, but it was a short smile that lasted only two seconds before his grumpy face took over. But this smile that Itadori saw in front of him was the biggest and brightest smile he had ever seen. He hadn't even known that Megumi's teeth were that white.

But something else ⸻ apart from Megumi's smile ⸻ caught Yuji's attention.

Or rather the reason why Megumi was smiling like that.

The woman standing next to Megumi, who also has a bright smile on her face. She said something to the boy that made him blush and try to hide his face, but she just giggled at his reaction and gently touched Megumi's hair.

The first thing that came to Yuji's mind was that Megumi had a secret girlfriend. What else could it have been? Megumi wouldn't smile like that or let anyone touch his hair ⸻ well, in his own experience, considering that Yuji almost lost his hand when he tried it.

Shocked by the whole scene, Yuji turned around and ran back to the shop where Nobara and Gojo were.

"Hey! Where were you?!" Nobara asked at the same moment Itadori found his friend and sensei.

"Megumi has a girlfriend?" He asked Gojo.

"What?" His sensei looked shocked at the question, "Not that I know of. Why?"

"He's talking to a woman near the ice-cream parlor and he's smiling, like he has a really big smile on his face," Itadori recounts the scene as if it were the most incredible thing in the world, "Plus she touched his hair and he did nothing!"

"I can't believe Megumi is dating someone before me!" Nobara complained with horror in her eyes.

"You all know what time it is?" Gojo asked, earning a confused look from his students. "Formation B!"

Nobara and Itadori nodded their heads and started to run to where Megumi was with the unknown woman. When Itadori and Nobara saw Megumi, they exchanged a look before running and jumping into Megumi, scaring the boy and his companion.

"What are you doing?" Megumi asked, confused. The smiling face is gone, now it's just his grumpy face.

"I can't believe you are cheating on us, Fushiguro!" Nobara faked a cry.

"I thought you said we were forever!" Itadori also faked a cry.

The woman next to them laughed at the scene.

"Y/n?" Gojo looked shocked to see his wife standing there. His wife who was supposed to be on a mission in another country and was due back next week.

"Toru! Hey!" Your smile seemed to widen as you ran into your husband's arms.

"I missed you so much!" Satoru hugged you back, hiding his face in the curve of your neck.

"It was supposed to be a surprise, Toru!" You laughed softly as he broke the hug and started to kiss your face all over.

"WAIT! ISN'T SHE MEGUMI'S GIRLFRIEND?" Nobara looked shocked when she saw her sensei kissing the unknown woman.

"My girlfriend?" Megumi looked at his two friends in confusion.

"I saw you and her, and you were smiling, and you didn't take her hand away when she touched your hair, so I thought maybe she was your girlfriend." Itadori said.

"She's my mom, of course I would let her touch my hair…" Megumi rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Your mom?" Nobara looked between her friend and the woman.

"And she's my wife too!" Gojo said proudly, showing the rings on their fingers.

"YOUR WIFE?" Nobara almost fainted at the news, "She's so pretty... how could YOU marry someone like her?"

"I asked the same thing when they got married." Megumi whispered.

"I can't believe that Gojo-sensei is married to a goddess…"

"Hey man, she's already married and happy." Satoru looks at Itadori through his glasses. "And what is your problem with me? Am I that bad? Sweets, am I that bad?" Satoru grumbles.

"No, honey. You're perfect!" You kissed his cheeks, making him smile at you. "Well, it was really nice to meet you, Nobara and Itadori."

"You know our name?"

"Of course! You are Gumi's new friends. I'm glad to have the opportunity to meet you in person."

"Do you tell your mother about us?" Nobara smiled sideways.

"I complain about the two of you to my mom, that's different."

"I knew you loved us, Gumi!" Itadori put his arms around Megumi's shoulders.

"Well, that was quite a meeting," you smiled. "But I have to meet Yaga and deliver some reports. I hope you have a good afternoon, see you later!"

"I'll go with you." Gojo intertwined his finger with yours.

"And your students?"

"They know how to take care of themselves, right guys?" Gojo smiled at his students and without letting them answer, he pulled you towards the exit of the mall. "Let's go home, I want to cuddle all day."

"You know I have some mission reports to deliver, right?"

"Nobody cares about reports!"

"You don't care about the reports, Toru." you said, emphasizing the 'you'.

"Oh come on sweets, I haven't seen you in a long time, I just want to spend some time with my beautiful and precious wife!" he pouted.

"Okay, Toru, but tomorrow I'll deliver the reports, got it?" you squeeze his hand three times.

"Whatever my queen wants!"

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BSD men: who fell first and who harder

~~just a friendly reminder that this is my own interpretation, feel free to share your thoughts~~

Dazai: he fell first but you fell harder

Ranpo: you fell first and harder

Atsushi: he fell first and harder

Kunikida: you fell first but he fell harder

Fukuzawa: you fell first but he fell harder

Tanizaki: he fell first and harder

Katai: he fell first and harder

Chuuya: he fell first and harder

Akutagawa: you fell first and harder

Tachihara: he fell first and harder

Ango: you fell first but he fell harder

Oda: you fell first but he fell harder

Poe: he fell first and harder

Mushitarou: you fell first but he fell harder

Junō: you fell first and harder

Tecchou: you fell first but he fell harder

Sigma: you fell first but he fell harder

Nikolai: he fell first and harder

Fyodor: you fell first and harder

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ match my freak !!

ᝰ.ᐟ the two of you are private not secret, but when the media starts to speculate that the two of you are no longer together, neither of you are too happy. the best way to get everyone to stop with the breakup rumors? posting something a little bit nasty to the feed to satiate everyone's curiosity. (fem!reader)

featuring tobio kageyama, atsumu miya, tetsurou kuroo, wakatoshi ushijima, tooru oikawa, rintarou suna content contains breeding kink (atsumu, wakatoshi), pregnant reader (wakatoshi), famous!reader (changes depending on scenario), creampie (tetsurou), hatefucking (not really, you + kuroo just like to antagonize each other but the attraction is there), scratches on his back (tobio), hickeys (tooru), wet n messy (rintarou), possessive!character x possessive!reader (the two of you are obsessed with each other ok), social media references lol author's notes i'm definitely doing a blue lock version, i'm just seeing if this is a popular premise lol <3 based off this original concept !! these are just silly little drabbles for me to warm up to the idea of writing again haha

౨ৎ TOBIO KAGEYAMA

your fans are speculating: that you and kageyama have broken up. fans are recording footage from you on your latest tour and claim that you're "clearly disassociating" and "somewhere else mentally" when it comes to singing your iconic love songs. you and kageyama have always kept your relationship private because he's not a very open person to begin with, and you don't want to give the media more material to misconstrue. you know that kageyama hates when some random person will annotate your verses on genius lyrics and try to make the claim that your innocent metaphor is you wanting to jump ship and leave kageyama. and you hate how it's your own fans who are making wild accusations of you no longer being with the man all your love songs are about.

you posted: kageyama, with his back turned to the camera so all that fills your camera is the surprisingly broad expanse of his muscular back and shoulders. he's not even flexing, and it's obvious that he's a world-class athlete. he's facing the closet, trying to find a shirt to put on, and it would be a semi-innocent photo, the pinterest-perfect photo inspo for every private not secret relationship out there, except for the fact that there are clearly faint, red lines — scratches — running down his back. you caption the photo with a "monday morning 🤍" (your insane fans spam the comment section to exclaim how they knew you two were still a thing... and to speculate that this photo is somehow an easter egg for an upcoming song/album. well, they're right: you two will always be a thing, and tobio dicked you down so good last night that you could write him a whole album.)

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"fuck," the word slips through his gritted teeth, and you can tell that your tobio is still upset about how your fans seem divided. half of them claim no one could ever make them hate tobio (you find those fans to be absolutely adorable), and the other half...

well, the other half are making slideshow posts to audios that go "some boys take a beautiful girl and hide her away from the rest of the world" and the ones that seem to go viral are always the ones that feature you and tobio.

"not hidin' you away." he mutters, never slowing down his thrusts. he admires the expression on your face as he fucks into you, his ego pleased with how receptive you are to his every movement. he has you speared on his cock, your tight little cunt full of him, your eyes getting so adorably teared-up because he's just a little bit too much for you to handle. tobio isn't good with words; he thinks you're the most beautiful girl to exist, but he can't verbalize it. so he just takes in your sweet, fucked-out face, the reaction only he's capable of drawing from you, and it all gets so overwhelming for him.

he has to bury his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your body wash as he continues to bully his cock into your soaked pussy. "why's it bad if i want to keep you all to myself?" he's practically whining, and you think this would be so cute if only you weren't currently chasing after your release. or rather, tobio's forcing you to cum, whether you want to or not. it's not like you can stop him; tobio devotes himself to always ensuring that you finish before him. he likes the satisfaction of knowing only he can take care of you, and he especially likes the way his cock looks with you creaming all over it.

when he gets like this, all you can do is cling to him, your arms wrapped around his muscular build. when he gets rough with his thrusts, when his body gets just the slightest bit sweaty from the exertion (evidence of just how much work he puts into fucking you), you have to dig your manicured nails (the set he paid for) into the skin of his toned back. otherwise, you'd lose your grip, and your hands would slip off.

tobio relishes the slight stinging pain of your nails scratching down his skin. but the scratches aren't enough. he needs to make you cum. when you get so caught up in your climax, you start clawing at him as you lose control. he loves the scratches you leave on him; it's proof that he's yours just as much as you are his.

౨ৎ ATSUMU MIYA

haters are saying: that you're just using atsumu for content. you're a gold digger. you're not genuine. you're not "wifey material." spectators are claiming that atsumu is playing worse than before because he's too "pussywhipped" for you. well, he likes to cheekily admit to you that he is addicted to your pussy, but they're wrong about everything else. obviously. however, the haters are feeling very vindicated whenever they see atsumu hasn't been posting you as much. (you're traveling for a new vlog series on your page, but no one knows.)

he posted: a mirror selfie. which isn't breaking news. atsumu miya always breaks the internet when he posts a mirror selfie because the only thing worse than a hot guy is a hot guy who knows he's hot. no one is a stranger to the sight of a post-workout, sweaty, shirtless atsumu, who flaunts his tight abs and muscular thighs with a steamy mirror selfie. but this photo? this one is going triple platinum. it's going down in history. this selfie is taken in dim lighting; the curtains in the background are drawn shut, he's got one hand gripping his phone (making the phone look tiny in his big hand), and he's got one arm wrapped around you. it's not an innocent hug, though. he's cupping your ass, and the phone in front of his face does nothing to shield his satisfied smirk. you're clad in nothing but lacy lingerie from a designer who loves to sponsor you, and you're clinging to his side, almost like you can't even stand without his support. it's clear that the two of you definitely were... appreciating the work your favorite designer put in when they created that lacy set.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"what do you think?" you're smiling at him, knowing damn well what he's thinking.

atsumu looks up at you, reflexively licking his lips as he takes in the sight of you wearing a new set of lingerie that you just got delivered. it leaves little room for imagination, and the material looks so delicate, atsumu is already thinking about how he'll have to apologize to the designer for ripping it off of you.

"i think I'm the luckiest man alive right now." atsumu is shameless in the way he's admiring you, the way the setting sun still peeks through the curtains, enveloping your body in a delicious golden glow as you inch closer and closer to him.

in a matter of seconds, he's pulling you on top of him, placing wet, sloppy kisses over any centimeter of your skin he can reach. when you make a move to slip off the panties, he protests.

"leave 'em on f'me, baby. please?"

he fucks you with you still wearing the lingerie set. your breasts are spilling out of the bra, and all he did was move your panties to the side so he could stretch you out with his cock.

"fuckin' idiots, tellin' me you're not good enough to marry. i'll show 'em what a good girl you are, right? gonna put a ring on your finger, and make you my wife." he's fucking his cock into you, making sure that your cute cunt knows who it belongs to. "gonna fuck a baby into you, sweetheart. no one's gonna say shit about our family, huh? 'cause i won't let 'em."

your cunt clenches up so nicely with every comment he makes that atsumu knows he has to make all those pussydrunk promises come true.

౨ৎ TETSUROU KUROO

the tabloids are posting: paparazzi photos of you — the socialite daughter of the man who owns the msby black jackals, and jva's promotion division's golden boy, tetsurou kuroo. it's late at night, and the two of you are clearly leaving a party celebrating the success of another eventful volleyball season. you're wearing the iconic ysl heels with a black mini-dress that honestly should be called a micro-dress. your hair is a mess, you're walking like your knees are struggling not to wobble, and walking three steps behind you despite his longer stride is kuroo; his tie is crooked, his cheeks are flushed, and he has a grin that says something like i just fucked one of the richest bratty heiresses in japan, and i left her wanting more. the amount of blind items that are allegedly alluding to you and kuroo are being spread all over tiktok. one reads, "this sports club heiress was seen exiting a party with this semi-known marketing mastermind who works in the sports industry. apparently, they couldn't keep their hands off each other, and no one can recall seeing them together during the party; everyone only caught glimpses of them running away from the festivities together."

you posted: a photo slideshow on instagram of your absolutely iconic outfit from the party, only these photos were clearly taken before the party. your hair is done, your makeup is perfect, and your caption states don't believe everything you read. the last slide is a screenshot of an online headline speculating about your "new man" with a photo of a grinning kuroo from that night. the reason why this makes everyone go insane is because you're no stranger to a scandal — this is, however, the first time you've ever addressed a headline.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"hurry up," you hiss, your eyes darting from left to right as you make sure no one is nowhere near the secluded corridor kuroo somehow managed to find.

"y'know, i thought girls were supposed to like guys who don't blow their loads prematurely." even when he's bullying his cock into your slicked up cunt, savoring the way your sensitive walls are clenching around his dick, tetsurou has a very annoying habit of still sounding entirely in control. for someone who can't keep his hands to himself when it comes to you, he's irritatingly great at playing nonchalant.

but he's just a man, after all. he might tower over you, his large body shielding you from any prying eyes, and he might know your body so well that he can bring you to completion twice (once with his fingers curling against that special spot of yours, and another one so rudely wrung out from you when he slid his cock in your orgasm-recovering, overly sensitive pussy) in just the fifteen minutes he's been toying with you tonight, but you know that he must be feeling something. you saw him shift his pants the moment his eyes met yours from across the room, when his eyes travelled down your body and followed the way your dress emphasized the curvatures of your body.

"if you don't finish right now, i'm not going to let you cum inside." you threaten him, trying to steady your voice as you bite back a moan. it'd be a major issue if the two of you got caught, with the volleyball association's golden boy being buried balls-deep inside a sports team owner's bratty daughter.

with every sharp snap of his hips, kuroo is only forcing more slick to come gushing out of your pussy. he can't even take the time to admire the white ring you left around his cock; he's too focused on chasing after his release because he didn't get to where he's at by not being opportunistic.

"if i cum inside, you have to keep it in your panties the whole night. you wouldn't want that, would you?" he sounds a little breathless now, his pace quickening as his thrusts get sloppier. he's smiling at you, that damn annoying smile that makes you want to roll your eyes or insult him. but your body betrays you. his grin only widens when your pussy tightens up at the idea of having his cum soaking in your panties while you interact with people at this party. a dirty little secret shared only between you two.

he lets out a breathy chuckle at your body's betrayal. "okay, princess. since you want it so badly, i guess i better give it to you."

you could practically cum again the minute you feel the warmth of him finishing inside of you. you're a spoiled brat who gets what she wants, and while you refuse to admit it, you want him. all of him.

and he's going to give it to you.

౨ৎ WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA

the media is going crazy over: the fact that ushijima is the type of person who doesn't clarify anything because he just assumes that everyone can read his mind. he's blunt, sure, but he's not really the type who does much explaining. after the first game of the season, an interviewer asks him if he enjoyed spending the off-season with you, his girlfriend and one of the most beloved, fan-favorite WAGs of all time. ushijima stares straight into the camera as he states in his usual deep, flat rumble of a voice, "the off-season was successful, but she isn't my girlfriend anymore. thank you." and then he just walks off, like he didn't just drop the most insane piece of information ever?

he posted: a photo of an ultrasound that was clearly taken out of his wallet since it's thrown on the table in the background. he's holding it in his left hand, and the overhead lighting is reflected from the silver wedding band he's wearing. now that he's off the court, he's able to wear it. in typical ushijima fashion, there is no caption, but a picture is worth a thousand words. you're not his girlfriend. you're his wife, and soon to be mother of his child.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"mmph — 'toshi!" you squeal out, your calves burning from the stretch as your beloved wakatoshi has your legs bent and spread for him. he's just so big that you'd never be able to handle all of him, and yet, here you are, bent into a mating press every night since the two of you have gotten married. you try to beg him to slow down, but words escape you as he buries himself into your pussy, letting out a deep, guttural groan as the warmth of your cunt coats his cock. there's no better feeling than this.

even if you could request for him to slow down, it wouldn't have mattered or made much of a difference. your husband has a one-track mind. when wakatoshi is set on a goal, it's hard to break his focus until he sees it to the end. and right now, wakatoshi's goal is to fuck a baby into you, to see you round with life because of the seeds he planted.

he's hunched over you, abs tightening and flexing with every sharp inhale of breath he takes. he's gonna fuck himself empty, going to keep filling your cunt with his seed 'til he's shooting blanks. his eyes glance at the ring he put on your finger before returning to admire your blissful expression and the way your body seems to have gone boneless from all the fucking he's had you endure.

"just a little bit longer." he manages to say, before forcing his cock in even deeper. "just have to make sure it takes."

౨ৎ TOORU OIKAWA

everyone is claiming: long distance relationships never last. when oikawa makes the shocking announcement that he is no longer a japanese citizen, everyone immediately wondered what that meant for the future of your relationship. does that mean it's over? officially? if oikawa is leaving behind his hometown, then by default, is he leaving you behind too?

he posted: a photo slideshow, only most of the images were clearly taken by you. the first one is of him driving; the two of you are in his convertible, and he's wearing a white button down with most of the buttons undone. on the stark white of the shirt are kiss marks; the imprint of your lips lined with cherry-red lipstick are all over the material of his shirt and on his freshly-tanned skin. the other photos are of what you two ate for dinner, the sunset from the beach, and a selfie of you two looking more in love than ever. fans are quick to point out the massive hickey on your neck, and tooru tags you in a reply to the top comment that points it out, and he's saying "you missed a spot babe." you reply back, "i ran out of concealer because you gave me too many to cover"

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"i missed you," your boyfriend mumbles into your soft skin. tooru can get so clingy when he goes long periods without seeing you, and you indulge him because he's tooru. he's got his face buried in the space between your shoulder and neck, and his breath is warm against your skin as he speaks.

"everyone is saying i'm abandoning you, but that's not true." he whines.

"i know, baby. i don't care." you laugh softly, absentmindedly playing with the soft strands of his hair. he settles into you, and it's almost sweet, until he starts nipping at your skin.

"tooru, what are you doing?" you can't find it in yourself to chastise him too harshly, but you do have to restrain yourself from pulling back.

"jus' want to show everyone that you're still my girl." he peers up at you, licking his lips. "you'll let me do that, won't you?"

tooru bites and sucks at your skin, sharp canines grazing your soft flesh. he sucks at your most sensitive areas while he works his fingers in and out of your gushing cunt. when he pulls his fingers out and holds them up, so the sunlight can shine and really highlight how much of your juices is coating his digits, he smiles. his girl gets this wet just from him marking you up?

as he sucks on his fingers, relishing in the way you taste, he can't help but be happy to know that no matter how far away the two of you are from each other (for now), you're still his girl.

౨ৎ RINTAROU SUNA

your fans are telling you: suna doesn't care about you. suna doesn't put forth any effort into your relationship. suna literally streams on twitch during the off-season yet he can't seem to ever post you?? suna doesn't deserve you. suna—

suna is a lot of things, but nothing like the deadbeat, ashamed boyfriend allegations. in fact, all your well-meaning fans are so far off on how he treats you that you and him get a good laugh from the outrageous conclusions they've jumped to.

you posted: a photo of rintarou with his head on your lap, and you've got your fingers playing with his hair. it's a sweet photo, really. except for the fact that you decided to pair it with an audio that's a snippet of a song that goes "he's so pretty when he goes down on me" and a caption that reads this song is so relatable 🤍

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

anyone who thinks rintarou is a selfish lover, a lazy lover, someone who merely tolerates you or is ashamed to be with you... they clearly don't know either of you very well.

because even when he's exhausted from practice, rintarou comes home craving you. craving your sweetness, your warmth, your love — and your pussy. he's obsessed. rintarou suna loves to eat you out, and he does it with such passion, such enthusiasm, that it's hard to refuse him, even if he's been going at it for the past hour.

your juices are leaving a stain on the bedsheets, and your slick is coating your inner thighs. it doesn't help that rintarou is messy with his technique. he needs your legs spread for him, granting him easy access for him to just dig in. he's still in his practice jersey, and when he feels your grip loosening from the strands of hair you're tugging at, he'll slow down his pace, calming down to just tiny kitten licks while he peers up at you.

your head is thrown back in pleasure, and your hips have a mind of their own as they still jut forward, as if trying to bring your cunt impossibly closer to him. no need for that, really, seeing as how he craves to bury himself in your warmth, to suck on your cute little clit and have you humming all over his tongue.

"rinnie." you whine out, still subconsciously bucking up your hips. he smiles before resuming his original ministrations, gluttonous and greedy with how sloppy and hungry he is with you. if you're still capable of talking, then you're not too fucked out to not allow him to get his fill.