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Hiii hope your day or night or whenever is going well, so I'm not too sure how this works and this is my first time requesting ever, but basically today I was at volleyball practice and we were literally in the middle of a drill when a intruder comes in (we didn't know if he was armed) and the coaches suddenly yell at all of us to run to the back of the gym and into the weight room and stay there. It was pretty scary tbh and we stayed an extra 30 mins after practice was over (normally ending at 10pm at night) before the cops finally came and got the dude. So I was wondering if I could get a reaction from Oikawa, Kuroo, and Bokuto (if it's too many you can pick) on their volleyball player s/o coming home from practice and them finding out about this? Headcannon or Drabble whatever you’d like, thanks so much if it's too much go ahead and ignore :)

𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

a/n: I'm so sorry you and your team had to go through that, and I'm glad you were all safe at the end. I'm so sorry this took so long, anon 🙇🏻‍♀️ but here we go! I decided to go with short scenarios/drabbles, I hope that's alright:)

note: established relationship, gender neutral partner for all of them, lowercase intended. pictures used are not mine, all of them are found on pinterest

my favoritism over kuroo may have slipped out in this one, + soft soft soft kuroo (maybe a bit too soft)

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OIKAWA TORU

before you got home, you were checking your phone to see that your boyfriend had left you text messages asking where you are and if you're doing alright. there were some missed calls too, each one around 5 minutes apart from each other.

you took your keys out from your bag's pocket, and was about to use the front door key when you noticed it was still unlocked. opening the front door to your home, all the lights were still on, but it was quiet. you took your shoes off and set them aside once you stepped in, and gently placed your keys on the table next to the door. walking further into the house, and into the living room, that was where you found toru. he was sitting on the couch, leaning forward, with both of his elbows on his knees, with his phone in hand. he wasn't facing you, but he had enough of a view of his face to see how he was staring (glaring) at his phone. 'he's going to burn holes into that thing', you thought.

you walked towards the couch your boyfriend was sitting on, and placed your bag down beside it. you didn't notice how heavy your bag was, and turns out it was. you hadn't meant to drop your bag on the floor, but the loud sound it made when it hit the carpet was enough for toru to whip his head toward your direction.

"there you are!" he exclaimed almost immediately. "I was so worried." he didn't need to tell you that, with his vice grip of a hug letting you know already. you returned his hug, sighing against his shoulder.

you pulled away from the hug, and placed a hand on his cheek. "sorry for making you wait so long, babe. I didn't have my phone and a lot was happening just minutes ago." his hand were on your waist, as he almost immediately replied.

"you should be." he uttered, pouting at you. he was back to his sassy self already. "what happened though? it's rare that your guys' practice went on for this long." he was already guiding the both of you back towards the couch, letting you take a seat first before taking his beside you.

you didn't waste time telling him everything that happened. the whole time you were talking, both his hands were on yours, as his eyes never glanced away from you. he let you finish before doing anything, and once you did, this man started acting like he was a doting mother.

he kissed you on the forehead, and asked if it was okay for him to touch you. you nodded, and he immediately wrapped his arms around you, and whispered against your hair.

"I'm so glad you're okay, you're safe with me, I promise."

BOKUTO KOUTARO

the moment you reached for your phone inside your bag, you could feel vibrations from it, assuming it was from a call since it was so consistent. looking at the contact name, you accepted the call.

"BABE ARE YOU ALRIGHT? WHERE ARE YOU" you winced at the volume of koutaro's voice, but sighed and answered both his questions.

"yeah, kou, I'm okay. I'll be home in a bit, don't worry about me." he was about to ask something else, but he stopped himself and told you to "please get home safe."

you ended the call, and took a look at your lockscreen. there were 20+ unread messages, and 9 unanswered calls, all from koutaro.

as soon as you opened the front door to your house, you were greeted with your six foot tall boyfriend pacing around the living room. the moment he heard the door fully open, his eyes met yours as he was almost full on sprinting towards you with his arms stretched out in front of him.

you thought you're back was going to slam against the door behind you, but it was cushioned with koutaro's arms wrapped around you.

"I WAS SO WORRIED ABOUT YOU! ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE ALRIGHT? oh, god YOU MUST BE TIRED!" he pulled away from your hug and placed both his hands on your shoulders, practically shaking you. he sounded like a fire alarm at this point.

despite this, you let out a smile despite still being shaken up with what happened back at practice, and placed a hand on one of his. "I'm sure I'm okay, koutaro, promise. we were held up at practice for..." you trailed off, thinking of how to describe it without being too straight froward.

"reasons. why don't me head to the living room? I'll tell you about it. and yeah, I'm pretty tired."

you started to talk about what had previously happened during your practice earlier that day. there were a few times where koutaro provided a verbal reaction to your story, you sitting on his lap the whole time.

when you finished, you felt his arms wrap around you a second time that night.

"I'm so so sorry that had to happen to you and your team, sweetheart. I'm so happy you're safe though, you can rest with me now."

KUROO TETSURO

you weren't able to check your phone after everything that happened, opting to get home as soon as possible. you were sure tetsuro must be wondering were you were by now. and you were right, of course.

standing in your house's front yard, you spotted tetsuro leaning against the wall beside the front door. his eyes were set on his phone, so he hasn't noticed you yet. you walked towards him, and called out his name.

"tetsuro?" he lifted his head, his eyes immediately meeting yours.

"there you are." he sighed out of relief. he walked towards you as well, meeting you half way through the yard. he placed a hand on the back of your head, and leaned his against yours.

his other hand was placed on your waist, as he whispered a soft "I missed you" against your forehead.

he pulled away, and placed both of his hand on your upper biceps.

"now, where have you been, missy? you had me worried sick!" he exclaimed like a mother hen separated from her chicks. "you better explain yourself." he taunted, raising a brow at you.

"yeah, yeah, I will. can we get inside first, though? it's getting pretty chilly out here." he took a hold of your hand as you both walked towards the house.

you're now seated in the comfort of your living room couch, waiting for tetsuro to come back from the kitchen.

"sorry for making you wait, I had tea brewing while waiting for you. thought you might've wanted some." he explained, walking over to you and handing you your cup.

"thank you."

"now, how about that story of yours, hm?"

you started telling him about everything that happened during practice, why you were held back in there, all with a warm cup of tea in your hand, your other one being held by tetsuro's.

you finished talking, and he sighed. grumbling about how 'some people really don't have anything better to do.' as he gently placed his own cup on the coffee table in front of the two of you. he gently took ahold of yours as well, and placed it beside his. you raised a brow at him, confused as to why he was disrupting tea time, when he pulled you closer to him by your waist and buried his face in your neck.

"tetsuro?" you whispered.

"I'm just... glad you're okay. couldn't have lost you there, we just got kenma to treat us to dinner tomorrow." you could practically here the smirk in his voice.

"jeez tetsu, you're worried about dinner tomorrow?" you questioned, but chuckled nonetheless knowing he was just trying to lighten the mood. he moved to place his head on top of yours, and spoke again.

"kidding, doll. seriously though, thank god you're okay. wouldn't have known what I'd do without you. you're safe now. I promise."

MY KIND OF WOMAN

Touya is the son of your fathers greatest business rival. You’re supposed to hate him, but you definitely dont.

No quirks, forbidden romance

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Touya Todoroki looks good tonight.

You feel guilty the second the thought enters your brain, like your father might be hearing it. He doesn’t want you talking to guys, much like any father, but if there’s any person in the world he’d kill you for even looking at, it’s Touya, the son of his rival company’s owner.

You’re not even sure what it is your fathers do. Something about finance, computers, science. All you know is that it’s a filthy business, and the Todorokis and Tanakas had been at each other's throats for years. If there was one name that had been run through the dirt in your house, it was Todoroki. Enji had done this, he’d stolen this client, taken this deal. You didn’t really care. All you knew was that you were supposed to hate them all, so you did. Especially Touya, because he was next in line to take over the company, and according to local rumours, he was as misbehaved as they come. Which you were supposed to care about, apparently.

But then you actually met him. And you don’t think you hated him at all.

It was, funnily enough, at a company party. Some firm that both sides of this inane war partnered with, and your dad had forced you to go. So you did, in a little black dress and a perfect smile as you walked around with him like the good daughter you were. You greeted the people you were supposed to greet. You smiled at the old ladies who complimented your unblemished skin and laughed at all the weird comments his too old coworkers made. You only finally got away under the guise of using the bathroom. Truthfully, you took to walking around the place they’d rented out, an old auditorium, peering into the empty rooms. They were mostly filled with boxes, extra chairs and storage. But there was one room, with wide windows and boxes of stage equipment, that piqued your interest.

Because it was in that room that you saw Touya. 

He had dark black hair that fell over his eyes, sleeves rolled up while the suit jacket he was supposed to be wearing was abandoned on a chair to the side. He had cracked open a window, and was deftly blowing the smoke from his cigarette out of it. He must have heard your heels clicking against the floor, because as he turned to face you, you noticed the piercings on his eyebrow and septum and his lip. And you also noticed that he was handsome. In an alluring, he’d probably make you fall in love with him then leave you, sort of way. 

You had heard rumours about Touya. Everyone had, to be honest. Your town was small and overridden with gossip, both in your age demographic and your parents. The stuff you’d heard about the man in front of you should’ve been more than enough to steer you away, that and all your fathers warnings. But the party was boring, and you were still a little pissed at your dad for making you come, so you decided your definitely entertain this.

He tilted his head, and the cigarette burned between his fingers.

“I know you. You’re Tanaka’s daughter.” His voice was low and deep, rumbling in his chest as he eyed you.

You nodded, taking another step in the room. “In the flesh. I’m not supposed to be talking to you.” You smile.

Touya’s lips curled into a smile. “Shame.” He took another puff of his cigarette. “You just going to stand there then?”

You walked forward until you were next to him. You pointed at the cigarette. 

“You got another?”

He hummed. “No. We can share, though.”

He held it out to you, and you took it easily, taking a long slow drag. You sighed, blowing the smoke out the window.

“We basically just kissed.” 

You shot him an amused glance. “Are you twelve?”

“No. Eighteen. Just like you.” 

Touya crossed his arms on the ledge of the window. Like that, the setting sun casted shadows across his face, the flattering blue of his eyes almost glowing as he turned to look at you.

You leant against the wall, avoiding eye contact. “Should I be concerned that you know that?”

“No. I’m sure you know as well as I do how much our fathers love talking about each other.”

You snorted a laugh. “God, he’d kill me if he saw me with you right now.” 

Touya pouted. “I’m not that bad. I’m nice. I’m even sharing it with you.” He reached out his hand to grab the cigarette and you passed it to him, your fingers brushing.

“Mhm. I'll be sure to tell him how kind you were to smoke with me.” You nodded sympathetically, and he grinned something dangerous.

It was all sort of the end after that.

You started to run into him a lot more. While he didn’t go to the local school like you, but the two of you lived in the same neighbourhood. You went to the library to study and there he was, with a blonde haired girl who nearly got kicked out for talking too much. You stopped at the mall to grab some clothes and there he was with the blonde hair boy from school who’s always chatting girls up. 

And every time he’d stop you just before you left, entice you with good conversation and a cigarette outside. And who were you to deny it? He was good conversation. He had good taste in music, and he made you laugh. You’d started hoping that you’d run into him more every time you left the house. And yes,  maybe you started to develop a teensy little crush on him. It didn’t help when he slipped you his phone number one day.

You’d just gotten out of your car, about to fill it up at the gas station, when you heard the rev of a motorcycle and a shout.

“Hey! Tanaka!” 

You turned to the source of the voice to see Touya hopping off his bike. You assumed it was his bike. He’d mentioned it a couple times, and the sleek metal and soft leather seats looked pretty close to his very detailed descriptions. He took his helmet off and god, the mess of his hair and the pink of his cheeks had you smiling instantly. You lock your car door and wave.

“Hiya. What are you doing here?”

He tapped the back of his bike. “Fuelling her up.” He looks down at your car.

“Nice ride.”

You rolled your eyes. It is definitely not a nice ride. Unfortunately you got the kind of rich parents that wanted you to earn money the old fashioned way, which included using your shitty part time job to pay for your first car. 

“It’s safer than that death machine.” You raised your eyebrows at his bike and he smoothed his hands over her.

“Aw, lighten up. She’s safe enough. And she’s beautiful, isn’t she?”

You rolled your eyes, finishing up filling your car, but you couldn’t help the little smile on your face. “It’s a machine, Touya. You can’t hurt her feelings.”

You started walking towards the store to pay, and he immediately followed, twirling his keys on his finger. “So where are you headed?”

“Home. Just finished work.”

Touya tilted his head. He held the door open for you and you walked in, quietly thanking him. He’s tall, so he had no issue reaching over and pushing it open before you even could touch the handle.

“Work? Where do you work?”

The store was empty, apart from an blred looking employee fiddling with the cash register. You eyed the chocolate bars and he watched you do so, standing a little closer than normal. “I work at that bookshop on Green street.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You know it?” You grab a pack of m&ms. 

Touya nodded. You both walked over to the fridges, and he slid the door open and you grabbed a can of coke. You pull your hoodie sleeves over your hands. “Yeah. My sister’s always in there.” He said.

You hum. “I probably know her.”

“Not better than me, I hope. I should be the only Todoroki in your life.” He pouted and you snorted a laugh.

“Oh, don’t worry, you are.” 

Touya grabbed a red bull and the two of you walked to the counter. Touya queued first, and you watched him fumble in his pockets for his wallet, and come up empty. He looked up sheepishly at the cashier.

“Shit. I left my wallet at home.” He turned to you with an apologetic look on his face. “You have a dollar?”

You smiled, stepping forward. Touya protested as you asked the cashier to ring you up too, but you batted his hands away. He huffed next to you and you rolled your eyes.

“Consider this repayment for that cigarette.” You grinned, tapping your card.

Touya walked you the short distance back to your car. “Does this make you my sugar mommy?”

“Ew, Touya! That’s gross. I’ll take the red bull back.”

Touya laughed loudly. “If you want. I’ve already slobbered all over it though.”

“I think I’ve shared enough cigarettes with you to not care about that.”

You dug in your purse for your car keys, key rings jingling as you unlocked it.

“I guess this is goodbye once more.”

“It sure is, Tanaka.”

Before you could get in it though, he stopped you, hand circling your wrist. His fingers were wet with condensation from the red bull, and you noticed how easily they wrapped around you.

“Wait. Give me your phone.”

You looked at him in confusion. “What, you leave that at home too?”

“Ha ha. No. Just give it. Come on, babe.”

You sighed reluctantly, but dug it out of your pocket nonetheless. “Don’t call me babe.”

“You prefer baby?”

“I prefer Y/N.”

He did something. You couldn’t even see, but you trusted him, brushing a hair behind you head as you watched him tap away. You heard a chime come from his phone, and when he passed yours back, you saw he’d given you his number.

“Perfect.” 

You tried to hide the smile that was itching to grace your lips. “What was that for?”

He just slipped his helmet on, unashamed of his own grin. “So I can repay you for that Redbull. Give me a time and place, angel.”

“Y/N.”

He brushed you off. “Same thing.”

It was all downhill from there. He beat you in 8 ball IMessage games every night and sent you the dumbest TikToks you’d ever seen in your life, and you loved it. Touya called you when he was at work, on his walks home, while he was doing school stuff. It only made everything more exciting how forbidden it all was. Sneaking around town so nobody saw you two, only meeting late at night. Sure, you had to clamber out your window on the nights your parents were home and awake, but it was all worth it.

And nothing happened. Not yet, at least. It was nice to complain about your parents to somebody who understood, and the two of you got along in every other aspect too. There was that tension that always hung there whenever the two of you hung out. In the backseat of your car, the alleyway behind his house. The little voice that whispered in the back of head for more, for you to bridge that little gap the two of you were teetering on. But you ignored it, because it was bad enough you two were even friends. Let alone anything else.

But good things never last, and you get found out.

It’s after school, once you’d finished the tutoring gig you have on the side for extra credit in history. Your car was at the shop, and your bus decided it didn’t want to show up that day, so you called the only person you knew with a vehicle (and the only person you wanted to call). 

He got here quicker than you thought he would and you frown as the motorbike revs its way into the parking lot. He parked the bike and ripped the helmet off his head. Touya looked far too happy as he hopped off, immediately dumping a helmet in your hands. You quickly text your dad that your friend Rumi was driving you home. It’s not like he’d know. He was at some country club thing across town.

“I knew you’d give in.” He teased.

You pouted and held it for a moment. “I can’t believe I'm going to die at eighteen on a motorbike.”

Touya tutted. “None of that talk. This will be fun.” He whispered the last word, his low drawl sending a shiver up your spine.

You brushed him off, patting your hair down so you could fit the helmet on your head. It was big and bulky, and you lifted up the visor to look at him.

“Aw. You look cute.”

“At least I’ll die pretty.”

He pulled the visor down and knocked the side of the helmet. “Stop talking about dying. I’ll protect you, sweetheart.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Enough. Okay. How do we do this?”

Touya sat down on the motorbike. When his legs curved over the side you noticed they were more muscular than you first ever realised, even in the grey sweats he had on. He patted the seat behind him.

“On you get.”

You sighed. You made sure your bag was secured on your back, and gingerly hopped on. You pulled down your skirt as it hitched up your legs, and tried to ignore Touya’s eyes burning holes in your skin. You gripped the edge of the seat and Touya laughed.

“No can do, doll. You gotta hold me.”

Right. That made more sense. 

Your arms reached and curled around his middle, resting on his waist. You felt the hard line of muscle on his stomach, and you felt his chest rumble as he laughed once more.

“Closer. Come on, I don’t bite. Not unless you ask me to.”

You mumbled some choice words under your breath before you scooted closer. “Alright. I’m ready.”

“You sure?” He asked, clipping in his own helmet.

“I guess so.” 

The motorbike revved to life and you yelped. Your hands immediately gripped him tighter, and as Touya pulled out the parking lot and started driving you’re sure you almost suffocated him with how hard you were holding on. You couldn’t think about the fact he smelled like cigarettes and something musky, because wind was rushing through your hair and face, even where your face was pressed against his back. But, regardless of all that, it was great. Thrilling and adrenaline inducing in a way you hadn’t felt before.

“It’s good, right?” He yelled and you nodded, a smile almost splitting your face in half.

You made it home sooner than you’d have liked. You hopped off the bike, hair sticking on end as you took the helmet off.

“That was fun! Terrifying, but fun.” You yelled. Your ears were a little blocked from the rush of wind.

He fixed the hairs on your head that were sticking all over the place. His hands were bigger than yours but he was gentle as he brushed a strand of hair off your face.

“I told you I wouldn't kill you. Maybe next time you can drive.” His voice was softer than usual, and it made you feel warm.

“Oh, this is never happening again, trust me.”

“I agree.”

You froze. Touya froze too, and you cursed under your breath because that was your father’s voice. Your father who was supposed to be at some country club event right now, which is why you asked Touya to drop you home in the first place. Your face burned red and you turned to see him standing at the front door fuming, staring at the two of you. You immediately stepped away from Touya, and you thought that maybe for one second he didn’t recognise him, that some elaborate lie could get you out of this mess.

“Get off my property, Todoroki, before I call the police.” His voice was clipped and angry.

Fuck. “Dad, it’s-“

He looked at you with an expression so cold and disappointed it silenced you almost instantly. You faltered, turning to Touya. He looked just as caught in the headlights as you did. He stepped forward, to say something, cut through the tension that surrounded your front lawn, but your dad didn’t let him get a word in.

He pulled out his phone. Just held it in the air and fixed Touya with a glare. “You have about ten seconds.”

Your father was a man of his word and you’re happy Touya had some sense to believe him. He clipped his helmet back on his head, and you heard the rev of the motorcycle interrupt the silence before he drove away. 

“Dad-“

“Get inside.”

It was weird, being told off. You hadn’t been scolded like that, sat on the couch as your parents stood across from you with fury in their eyes, since you were a child. You were eighteen, for crying out loud. And yet, you still found yourself waiting for him to say something, not brave enough to storm off to your room when he looked as pissed as he did. After another few moments of aching silence, he finally spoke.

“Are you trying to destroy my work? My- My livelihood? Everything me and half the men in your family worked their whole lives for?”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What? Dad, we were just-“

“You shouldn’t be anything with that boy! Do you even know what he’s like?” He yelled.

You sat up straighter. “He’s not a boy, Dad, he’s eighteen years old. So am I! We don’t have any business with you and Enji!”

Your dad shook his head. “It’s not about that! It’s- Do you even know his intentions? What if- His father is not a good man, Y/N. God knows what his son would turn out like.”

And you felt anger bridling between your veins, your head screaming at you to defend Touya’s name, because you know he has good intentions, that he has no business with Enji. He’s complained about him enough that you think he might hate him more than your own father does. 

He cursed under his breath. He sat down heavily on the coffee table across from you.

“Listen. I know you don’t care about this business, that you have no interest in it. That’s fine. I keep you out of it as much as I can, so I understand why you don’t realise why this is so bad.”

Your father rubbed at his eyes, and it was in moments like that you saw his age. That you noticed the wrinkles that had made home on his face, the tiredness that never seemed to leave no matter how much he slept.

“But it is bad. This- This business, it’s so competitive. Everything matters. And it looks bad for my partners if they see you together. You know how things are in this town, how much people talk, and he’s not exactly got the most picture perfect image. I mean, the dyed hair, the piercings.” Your dad shakes his head. “There’s- You know he has a criminal record? He committed arson when he was fifteen.”

“But Dad-“

“There’s no buts. Not only do this bad for me, but you said you had school, and I see you coming home on a motorbike when me and your mother aren’t home. All  because of that boy.” He spits.

“I didn’t lie, I did have school. He was just dropping me home!”

“You told me Rumi was dropping you home. So you lied. And I’m sure it’s not the first time. Don’t think we don’t know you’ve been sneaking out.”

Your face burned red. You didn’t even try to deny it and. Your father nodded his head. “See? We thought it was just- Rebellious teenager stuff. But now I know you were probably going out to see him.”

Your father stopped you before you could try defend yourself. “You’re grounded. School and then work and then home. No more sneaking out and no more motorbikes.”

Your mouth gaped open. “What? I don’t even get to defend myself?”

“No. Go to your room.” 

“I’m not a child, dad! You can’t ground me!” You spluttered, but he shrugged.

“You’re still living under my roof, and I'm still paying for everything. So yeah, I can ground you.”

It was a bit hard to defend your maturity when you did indeed storm into your room like a child. It was a surprise you didn’t get in even more trouble for your little outburst. You’re sure if your father wasn’t as tired as he was he would’ve doubled your punishment for talking back like you did. 

So you stopped talking to Touya. You didn't want to, but the watchful eyes of your parents and the guilt from that exhausted look that you put on your fathers face was sort of eating you up. You never really thought about the fact that he would’ve wanted you to take over the business, like he took it from his father. How much it all meant to him. You didn’t understand the logistics of his business because you never cared to and you can’t help but feel a little horrible because of it.

So you started leaving Touya on delivered. You replied less and you ignored the heavy weight on your chest it caused and the fact that you missed him more each second he was away. You knew if you entertained his conversation even slightly you’d be back to sneaking out and finding him in town, so you tried as best as you could to keep your distance. You felt bad that you couldn’t explain why. But the truth is you barely understood why yourself.

You worked and studied and came home just like your parents asked, desperate for your freedom and less of their overbearing eyes on you all the time.

But you couldn’t avoid Touya forever, and soon enough, there’s another party your whole family is expected to be at, some community thing that apparently everyone in town is going to. Your fathers up for an award and he wants you there. You’ve been informed your grounding will be lifted if you can show up and look the part, so you’re sort of excited to go, if more for the outcome than the event itself.

You wear a dark blue dress, the slit coming up to your thigh. The soft, silk material shines as it catches the light, and you pair it with a gold necklace your mother had bought you years ago. You do your makeup and fix your hair, spritzing yourself with your most expensive perfume. You’re not stupid. You know Touya is going to be there, so you may as well dress the part in case he catches a glimpse of you.

And, low and behold, he does. You’ve seen him once tonight. He’s wearing a black suit and a black button up and he sticks out like a sore thumb in between his family, but you know he doesn’t care. He looks bored and it’s a good look on him. His jaw is set and he sips in a glass of champagne. He notices you just once, blue eyes locking onto yours. They look at your face, drop to the exposed skin of your legs and collarbones. And then they look away.

You last about an hour of speeches and clapping before you find yourself outside. Today's venue is fancier and security guarded, so instead of exploring, you just stand outside, a ways away from the door. You wish you could go home but your ride is inside and probably still pissed at you. You itch for a cigarette and the boy who comes with them.

You know that you could probably call him right now and he’d come out, but. You feel some obligation to your family. To your father. It’s the least you could do to keep your hands off him tonight of all nights.

“You wanna share?”

You turn, and like you knew deep down, he’s there. It took him about ten minutes, but you knew he’d follow you out. You were hoping for it, relally. To get a glimpse of him alone, like he was really all for you. He’s illuminated by the moonlight and the soft glow of the streetlight you were leaning on. You look at the cigarette waiting patiently in his hands, and you look away.

“No, thanks.”

You can hear cars driving a couple streets down. The night air is cold, and your hands rub up and down your arms to try to warm you up. Touya nudges your arm and when you look, his suit jacket is in his hands.

“I’m alright.”

Touya frowns. “So that’s it? You’re just never going to speak to me again?”

You shake your head, turning away. “It’s- I can’t, Touya.”

And he scoffs, incredulous. He pulls you back and his skin is warm even outside. And when you face him, he looks desperate, and you want to turn away. He doesn’t let go of you though, and holds you in place.

“You can. Who gives a shit what our parents want?”

“I do!” You yell. “Touya, you know what our fathers are like. This- This business is everything for them!” 

“Okay? And what does that have to do with us?” He says, his grip tightening. 

“It-“  You struggle for the words like they’re stuck in your throat. “It has everything to do with us, come on, Touya. You know that.”

Even this, just talking to him is enough to have your parents mad at you. And if anyone inside catches this? Catches the way his hands are sliding down your arms to hold yours, the way you’re looking up at him? You’re dead.

“I don’t know. I- God. You make me sound so whipped.” 

He mumbles the last sentence like it’s just meant for him. At the confused look on your face he smiles, bittersweet and aching.

“I don’t know what it has to do with us, Y/N.” And it’s your name that leaves his lips, not some stupid nickname, and it tugs at your heart. “I don’t know and honestly, I don’t care.”

“I’m not taking over the business. I don’t give a shit about my dad and everything he stands for. I give a shit about you. I know that- there’s probably a hundred other guys that are probably way more deserving of you but.” 

He swallows roughly. Runs a hand through perfectly imperfect hair, then immediately comes back to hold you. 

“But I like you. Okay? I- I like you and I don’t care that our parents are fucking company rivals, I couldn’t give less of a shit. I really like you. And- you not talking to me for the past few days? It’s fucking killing me.”

“I-“ 

But he cuts you off. “Don’t lie. Okay? Don’t lie to me. Don’t act like you don’t feel the same way.”

He steps closer. Your hand comes up and rests on his chest and you think you can feel his heartbeat.

“Touya. I don’t- I don’t know.”

Your fingers curl in his shirt. The fabric feels expensive in your hands, rough against the smoothness of his skin. The distance between you is so small, yet you feel like it might take everything in you to pull him closer. His hands slide from your hands to settle against your waist and they burn through the layers of your dress. 

You can hear the sound of music slipping out from under the doors. You wonder how long it will take for someone to notice you’re missing, and you wonder if you’ll be here with Touya when they do. You can only imagine the look on your fathers face, the look on Enji, if they caught you two even talking. Let alone whatever this is.

The dress you’re wearing does nothing to protect you from the cold, but you don’t think it’s the reason you’re shivering. It’s wrong. God, it’s so wrong that you can feel it physically, the cells in your body urging you to pull away.

But he’s looking at you like nobody ever has. Eyes flirting from your lips, to the slope of your nose, the heat you can feel colouring your cheeks. There’s a look of desperation in his face you’d feel horrible to ignore, like he might die if he goes one more second without you. The streetlight casts shards of light across his face and you’re certain the person standing in front of you can’t be human. You find him beautiful in a way you didn’t think was possible, and you’re scared and begging that he knows that.

You stand, silent and breathing, for what might be a lifetime. You’re both daring the other to make the first move. Both too scared to ask for what you want.

Touya lifts his hand. He curls it around your face, rests it against the space in between your neck, just where it meets your shoulder. He asks. Silent and still somehow the loudest thing you’ve ever heard.

A nod. Imperceptible at best, but enough. Enough for someone desperately searching for it. 

A breath.

And then he’s on you. His hands pull you closer and your own curve against the slope of his jaw, scratching against the faint stubble on his chin. And his lips are rough and pressing as they melt against your own, like he’s trying to fit himself inside your mouth. He bites at your bottom lip and your mouth opens with a soft noise, and he’s licking, tongue searching your gums and the uneven line of your teeth. 

You push him back, panting for breath. “We- Touya, chill.” You laugh breathlessly as his lips trail down your neck, licking at your pulse and biting at the soft skin of your shoulders.

“No.”

“Someone could walk out and see us.” You whisper weakly. 

“Don’t care. I’d fuck you in front of them all.”

“Touya.” You scold, blushing furiously.

You finally push him back properly. Your hands come up and land on his face, thumb brushing the globe of his cheeks. His face is flushed and warm and his lips look so kissed and swollen. He blinks impossibly long lashes at you and you smile despite yourself.

“I like you too. Obviously. I just- You need to give me time. To figure this all out.”

He swallows and you watch his Adam Apple bob. 

“I know you don’t care about what your father thinks, but I do. And- I need to find a way to convince him. Then, we can see.”

Touya nods. He waits a beat. “Does this mean you’ll stop ignoring me?” 

Guilt clenches in your stomach. “Yes. Sorry about that.” You say sheepishly.

He hums. “I think I’ll need a few more kisses first before I forgive you.”

“Degenerate. Pass me that cigarette.” 

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Touya Todoroki I’ll never forget u.. we r five years strong ☺️ I hate this slightly but I also love it.. so who knows

my period was late so it’s so painful and bad.. keep me I. Ur prayers people

As always hope u enjoyed <3

touya todoroki completes community service hours at an aquarium.

your supervisors, understandably, were adamantly against having the convicted criminal anywhere near the facility, its staff, and its animals. however, after being reassured time and time again that he wouldn't be working in public areas, you were assigned to be his unofficial parole officer (or off-fish-er you called it) because of your hydrokinetic quirk. not only were you responsible for watching a criminal, you were also the first line of defense in case he decided to make the facility into a seafood boil.

you'd better be getting a stellar letter of recommendation after all this.

as luck would have it, word spread quickly among aquarium staff about the new volunteer and his...messy...history. you received many texts wishing you good luck and stating that you're in many people's prayers as if working with him would be a death sentence. but, to your surprise, your first day with touya is actually...not terrible.

"you're doing a nice job. you can cut them into larger chunks if you want," you recommend kindly as he slices pieces of shrimp and fish for the penguins and drops them into the gray bucket.

"don't want them to choke," he mumbles almost imperceptibly. from what you've heard about him, touya was physically incapable of shutting up and always had some snarky insult to mutter under his breath. the man you were working with, however, kept his thoughts to himself and only engaged you with curt acknowledgments of tasks. "these got bones in 'em still?"

"digestible ones, yeah," you confirm, a little confused about why he's so curious. he struck you as the type of guy to just work and finish his assignments with as little energy exertion as possible. but here he was, concerned for the animals' safety even when he hadn't even seen them yet. "we just need to cut them up because some of them try to swallow the big ones whole, and we don't need them blocking their throats."

"how many are there?"

"the penguins?" he hums in assent, never taking his eyes off the precise cuts on the food. "i think our colony is a few dozen, maybe twenty-two?"

"do they get along well?"

"some of them are a little feistier than others," you admit with a fond smile. "but the majority of them are really sweet. you'll see when you meet them."

"meet them?"

"you're not walking out with me, of course," you quickly correct. "my shift lead's gonna have my head on a stake if you so much as show a finger to the public." he nods, an odd sort of quiet falling between you two that was more awkward than the previous silence. if you knew any better, you would interpret his expression for disappointment. "there's one recovering from an illness backstage named peach. she gets fed on her own, but if there's some left over i can take you over there to feed her."

"it's fine. don't wanna bother your routine," he mutters with a shrug, but you catch the renewed glint in his eyes at the prospect of meeting one of the animals personally. after feeding the main colony and not-so-accidentally leaving a few treats at the bottom of the bucket, touya follows you through the back halls of the vet center to peach's holding area.

"be warned, she's one of the feisty ones," you caution him, carefully stepping into the plexiglass-enclosed space. he copies your motions exactly and you're surprised, again, from the great care he seems to take when interacting with the small penguin. "so, all you need to do is hand out the fish to her and let her take it in her beak."

"does she dislike new people?" he asks as peach aggressively inspects his shins, prodding them with her beak when touya tries to step away. "i don't think she likes me."

"it's the opposite, believe it or not; you're making her angry when you try to give her space like that," you reply with a stifled laugh.

"oh. i see." peach continues to slap touya with her fins and poke him until he gives her what she wants, a large chunk of fish straight from his hand. you kneel down next to him when he has a seat on the floor, his eyes curiously observing the spunky bird. "she always this sassy with you?"

"only when she gets jealous," you smile, running your hand over the top of her head. her eyes close in contentment before returning to touya's outstretched food offering. "what do you think?"

"about what?"

"do you think this arrangement is gonna be a nightmare for you?" he pauses and, for the millionth time that day, surprises you with how much thought he put into his actions.

"if everyone i meet is as easy as you and her," he says, gesturing to peach but speaking soft enough to make your cheeks heat, "i think i'll get by."

---

"peach duty today?"

"schedule got mixed around, so we'll be giving her dinner instead of lunch today," you reply and touya hums at your side, an answer that could be considered rude if you didn't already know he was a man of few words.

few words, that is, if he was speaking to anyone other than the animals. after a month of touya shadowing you, you could pick up on the little conversations he had with the different animals he took care of: asking the cownose rays to calm down during feeding time, warning the reef sharks that they might need braces if they keep losing so many teeth (he kept forgetting it was normal for them to lose that many teeth), quietly cheering on the day octopus as he breaks into a jar full of crabs.

"who've we got today?"

"took a hell of a lotta convincing, but my boss is letting you meet my best friend today," you inform him. touya walks in step beside you like he'd memorized the fishy-smelling back halls of the aquarium, barely sparing passing wary staff so much as a glance. you'd be intimidated, too, if he wasn't your partner; he was formidable in his favorite blue windbreaker with his hands stuffed casually in its pockets that subtly accented the lean muscle in his arms. not that you were paying much attention to his body, anyway.

"and who would that be?"

"her name is donna, but i call her mama donna." he follows you down a corridor he'd never taken before, toward the very back of the medical wing. "take that hall on the right and change into a wetsuit; i'll meet you back over here, okay?"

"why do i need to change?"

"well, because you're getting in the water with me."

shit.

it's the first time touya hesitates in a long time when you beckon him to join you in the shallow pool. you'd already summoned donna, who was much larger of an animal than he expected. you said she was an adult zebra shark, but all he could register is the tiny tank of brown sacks the size of his hand just outside the walls of the pool.

"i don't think it's the best--"

"get in the water, touya, or i'm gonna report you for insubordination," you interrupt, waist-deep in the water. you don't mean it, of course, but you did need a hand with donna if you were going to check on the status of her eggs.

"i shouldn't be in the water with her, 'specially if she's a mother."

"what, you got something against moms?" he flinches and you suddenly regret speaking so brashly, something about his reaction indicating that you'd hit a nerve. "sorry, that was insensitive--"

"i don't wanna hurt her if i..." his voice trails off and he looks down at his scarred hands, the tissue dark enough to almost match the color of his wetsuit. "it's better for everyone if i don't get close to her if she's vulnerable." you wait for him to look you dead in the eyes before answering.

"i wouldn't bring you to meet her if i didn't think you were ready, touya," you begin gently. "i don't think of you the same way as the rest of the staff because you've proven that you're different from the gossip."

"but what if i--"

"did you forget why i'm paired with you in the first place?" donna swims around you impatiently, nudging you with her nose while you continue to convince touya to get in the water. "i'm the only one on staff that can neutralize you, but i know i won't need to."

"how are you so sure?"

"because i hear you talk to them," you state simply, rubbing your hand on donna's nose as her tail splashes your upper body. "your little conversations tell me you care, even if i'm not allowed to be a part of them." you shoot him a wry smile and he finally scoffs, partly a chuckle and partly an exhale; he didn't realize he'd been holding his breath. "i'll drown you if you heat this water by even half a degree, so help me with donna and then we can go visit peach, yeah?"

---

you'd fallen into an unexpectedly fond partnership over the course of your six months of touya-duty. he was a pretty damn good listener, letting you boss him this way and that and only retaliating with a lighthearted eyeroll. on certain occasions, he would open up about his history, and you followed along intently. he insisted on doing the heavy lifting and opening every door for you, even if you weren't carrying anything. he remembered every animal by name and could tell apart the most similar looking creatures, pointing out their differences with an expression that screamed 'is it not obvious?' towards the end of his assignment, you both faced an unexpected surprise.

his family came to visit.

well, not all of his family, only the ones touya maintained somewhat of a relationship with. in the times he'd opened up, he briefly mentioned his now-graduated little brother, shoto, and the work he'd done to mend the tears between him, his mother, and his other siblings. you consider it a blessing that only his mother and siblings appear when you round the corner to the 'vip only' waiting area (from your talks, you'd also learned it'd be on sight if touya's retired father stepped on the property). he freezes when he sees his family as the guests who would be shadowing him, becoming uncharacteristically stiff as petrified wood.

"welcome, todoroki family. i'm so glad you could join us today," you greet with a polite smile. only when your hand gently settles on touya's shoulder, the reminder of your presence melting the chill in his veins, does the tension in his body dissipate. "touya? d'you wanna introduce me to your family?" he glances at you, your unwavering trust in him, and his eyes soften as he nods.

"yeah," he affirms quietly. "yeah, i can do that."

"doing great, partner," you whisper once you're acquainted with the family and on the move, heading toward the back halls of the tropical gallery. "i'll only talk if you need me to, today, because i want this to be about you and them."

"but you're not gonna leave me, right?"

"wouldn't dream of it," you reassure him, something in your heart stumbling when he gives you an easy smile. as the day goes on and touya guides his family through the back corridors of the facility, he's able to ramble about all the knowledge he'd acquired while working with you. at each exhibit, he points out every species with total accuracy and shares his favorite quirks about certain animals. you have a front-row seat for the way his eyes, usually so molten and intense, have a star-like quality to them when he talks about his new friends, the abalone and the otters and the sea bass. his family observes him in awe, and you catch his mother watching you watch him several times. touya ends the day by introducing peach, his self-proclaimed 'number one girl,' and helping his family with her nightly feeding. though all the todoroki siblings struck you as reserved when you first met them, their conversations were full of life as they walked ahead and you trailed behind with his mother.

"this suits him," rei states with a thoughtful smile.

"i'm biased, but i agree," you reply. she fixes you again with that curious stare, analyzing you. "do i have fish scales on my face?" she laughs and shakes her head.

"no, i'm just indebted to you for getting through to him." you blink, taken aback by her genuine response. "being with you makes him happy. i haven't seen him like this in a long while." she turns back to her children, walking in one raucous group and making plans to get dinner after his shift. "he doesn't talk with them like this often."

"i imagine it's all a mother would want after everything they've been through, if i may," you add and she hums in agreement.

"it is. it's also why, i hope you wouldn't mind," she trails off and her eyebrows pinch slightly, like she's thinking of something worrisome. "if he could stay here."

"of course. i've noticed that he has a knack for husbandry, so--"

"he wants to stay with you," she cuts in, her voice soft as powdered snow. "and i'd like him to stay with you, if it means we can see him more like--"

"this," you finish for her, gesturing to the pile of adult men wrestling each other just ahead, their sister shaking her head from afar. rei sighs, her smile turning sad.

"exactly." before you can give her your reply, touya has escaped his brothers and approached to steal you from his mother.

"if you take those double doors and turn left, you'll end up in the gift shop. wait there and we can get dinner once i'm off," he tells rei, taking her hand and squeezing it once. "i won't be long." she nods and joins her other children, leaving you alone with touya in front of the staff-only window of the sea lion pool. the fading afternoon light catches in the water's rippling and sends a soft beam of light across the cavern. the largest of the lions, boris, floats from below to observe you and touya standing in front of his tank.

"he moves like a slinky," touya states and you can't help but laugh.

"he does move like a slinky, you're right." you turn to him and find he's already looking back at you, not boris. "i loved meeting your family today," you offer in the silence that makes the heartbeat in your ears sound so much louder. "they're very sweet, especially your mother."

"what were you two talking about while we were away?"

"she wanted to show me baby photos," you tease and he gives his signature eyeroll. "but really," you inhale and steady yourself, "she was saying how much this suits you."

"i'd have to agree," he murmurs, his eyes glowing like dying embers. you're close enough to smell him, smoky and rich and only the slightest bit like fish. the proximity feels comforting, like home. "if...if you'd let me--"

"stay with me," you blurt. he blinks at you, the rosy color on the tips of his ears standing out against the bright white. "i-i want you to stay with me." you wait and the quiet stews, nothing moving except slinky-like boris in the water beside you. touya's reply is barely above a whisper.

"i want to stay with you." you release a shaky exhale and let your head fall forward against his chest, steadied by his arms securing themselves around your waist. your hands slide over his shoulders and rest at the nape of his neck, fiddling with the tuft of hair at its base. "please let me stay with you," he breathes in your ear. his arms flex as his grip tightens, like you'd turn to water if he held you too loosely. touya feels like his heart is rattling in his ribcage, bouncing around uncontrollably the longer he has you in his arms. he hasn't felt his chest ache like this before.

"yes, i want you to stay with me," you confirm and he melts into you, breathing you in like fresh oxygen.

"for how long?"

"as long as you'd let me," you answer honestly. the corner of his mouth turns upward in a teasing smirk.

"and if i said forever?"

"then i guess i'd have to oblige," you beam. your hands cup his face, tracing the seam of his scars, and your eyes flutter shut as his lips meet yours. it's careful, the first time he kisses you, and he's terrified you'd slip from his fingers. but you don't disappear, so he lets himself lace your fingers with his and drag you out to the rest of his loved ones, hand-in-hand and finally feeling like he can do something good.

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟcan't stop thinking about yuuta who overhears you confidently telling your little friends, "i don't fuck virgins," at a party. listens intently as you go on and on and on about how you hate how inexperienced they are, how they require so much hand holding and fussing over the whole ordeal. "i wanna fuck someone who can fuck me the way i need it."

you're unimpressed when you first spot him across the party, rolling your eyes in a way that should not send excitement thrumming up and down his skin, sharp eyes twinkling under the harsh neon lights.

knows he's been looking for way too long when you finally make your way over, joining him at his solitary spot on the couch, surrounded by various levels of debauchery. "you going to make a move or just stare at me all day, lover boy?"

"i—no! wait, i mean yes, i want to make a move, but i—you see," he's tumbling over his own words under your scrutinizing gaze, and god, this has to be the world's worst impression ever, he knows there's no way you could possibly want him⸺

your eyes narrow. "spit it out."

"i'm a virgin."

for a moment, you let your eyes drift over his entire figure. you hum, a disappointed, low sound that makes his heart drop to his stomach. "a shame. you're actually real cute up close."

yuuta slumps, as if basking in the fact that he's hopeless, and it's almost funny, but then you remember how intently he looked at you, with so much unfiltered desire and need.

"i don't do charity cases," his ears perk up. you know you've got him, hook, line, and sinker as he nods so eagerly, invested in what you've got to say next, and it's delicious. you grin. you're going to devour him whole. "say, what if we just took a practice run?"

when you give him a sloppy, rough handjob in a tiny little bathroom sequestered off upstairs, he cums, embarrassingly fast and oh-so-loud, forcing you to have to cover his mouth with a spare hand.

"keep it quiet," you hiss as his eyes roll back, rutting uselessly into the palm of your hand, whimpering when you keep milking him for all his worth even as he cums. "but that's it, there you go. so pretty for me, huh, lover boy?"

he nods uselessly, back bowing at all of the unexpected sensations, but keeps his eyes trained to the way you pull your hand back to sneak a taste of him, pink tongue swiping across the glistening pad of your fingertip. eagerly accepts your fingers in turn to taste himself and your saliva. he closes his eyes at the taste, moaning softly.

when he opens his eyes, you're shimmying out of that tiny little skirt he's been eyeing all night, a glimmer of something devilish in your eyes. "you ready to lose your mind, yuuta?"

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You walked up to the tall middle blocker, bracing yourself for whatever line you might come up with. Flirting was never your strong suit, but you were blessed with shameless confidence.

“Hey there, handsome. You can middle-block me any time you want if you know what I mean.”

Suna squinted, looking both confused and offended. “I actually have no idea what you mean.”

With an understanding hum, you looked around for some inspiration and found nothing. Instead, you turned back to him with that same playful glint in your eyes. “That’s what he said.”

He gaped slightly, now looking quite concerned, which in total was more emotion than you’d seen from him through the whole volleyball game he just played. “I’m curious if this is going how you wanted it to," he admitted.

“Depends. Will I get your number?”

“…I’m down.”

XO

akaashi keiji x fem!reader

summary: being the manager of the msby black jackals is stressful, but when a handsome stranger shows up, you think you might’ve stumbled upon a hidden perk.

cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, post-time skip, kissing, oral sex, blowjobs, p in v, smut, fluff

wc: 5.3k

a/n: watched the movie last night and i cried (if you saw this post before, no you didn't) <3

also on ao3!

Six months in, and you think you might be ready to quit your job.

Sure, securing a job as the MSBY Black Jackal’s manager was one of your proudest achievements, but no one had told you that you’d be dealing with men like this. You understood that you were in the presence of some of the finest sporting talent in Japan, but these men were wildly immature.

It’s why you’re here now, glaring at the man who had made fun of his teammate.

“What were you thinking?” you hiss, pointing your pen at the offending man.

Atsumu groans, his head tipping back against the wall of the locker room. “I was only having a little fun.”

“A little fun,” you reply, nodding along, “right, and that’s why Bokuto is off sulking in who knows where!”

“C’mon!” Atsumu protests, leaning forward, staring at you desperately, “I made a comment on the color of his shoes! How was I supposed to know that was gonna set him off?”

You can feel a headache begin to set in and you sigh, pointing towards the door of the locker room.

“Just go warm up, okay? I’ll try and find Bokuto.”

Atsumu nods, and has the grace to look at least a little apologetic as he pats your shoulder and leaves.

You follow him soon after, out of the locker room. Bokuto’s sulking most likely meant he wasn’t going to perform as well. You knew about his bouts of being discouraged, had seen it during the occasional game when something would set him off. People are milling about, and you quicken your pace, turning a corner to finally find Bokuto sitting on a bench.

“Bokuto!” you call out, the relief in your voice clear.

The outside hitter looks up at you, a pout on his face. 

“You ready for the game?” you ask, putting on a wide smile to try and make him feel better.

“Do you think they’re ugly?” 

“W- what?”

“My shoes,” he says, pointing at them, “do you think they’re ugly?”

You have half the mind to tell him that they’re just shoes and that he should grow up, but the look of utter despair on his face has you holding back. A quick glance down at his shoes and from what you can gather, they look relatively… normal. You were definitely going to kill Atsumu later.

“They look fine,” you say, pausing when you see his frown deepen. Your fingers tighten around the clipboard clutched against your chest and you put on a cheery smile, voice pitching up. “I meant they look totally great! And they really suit you!”

Bokuto makes no attempt to move, simply stares down at his shoes and traces one of the stripes absentmindedly. You’re at your wits end, growing antsy as you check your watch and realize there’s only 10 minutes before the game starts.

“I could get you some new-“

“You doing okay?”

A voice breaks in through from behind you and your head turns, brows furrowing when you see an unfamiliar man. The lanyard around his neck has a card attached to it, bold letters spelling out VIP . 

“Akaashi!” Bokuto sits up, his eyes lighting up for a moment, “do you like my shoes?”

You stare at the pair of men, bewildered. The man, Akaashi, pats Bokuto’s shoulder and lowers his voice to whisper some words to the pro-volleyball player. In what you think might be the quickest change of mood from Bokuto yet, the volleyball player stands up and gives a hearty laugh, his chest puffing out. 

You’re even more stunned when he pats your back happily and jogs off in the direction of the court.

“How did you do that?” you blurt out, eyes flitting towards the man who was now standing beside you.

“I used to play with Bokuto in highschool,” Akaashi replies, shoving his hands into the pockets of his trousers. “Fukurodani. I was the team’s setter so I had to get used to Bokuto's little slumps.”

Huh. That did make more sense. You narrow your eyes, examining the man a little more. He’s handsome, sure, his glasses sitting on the slope of his nose as he shifts on the spot. Akaashi stares back down at you expectantly.

“Uh- well, thank you,” you say, holding your hand out and giving him a sheepish smile. “I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to get him onto the court at all today.”

“Don’t mention it,” he says, his hand shaking yours. 

You introduce yourselves and he follows you onto the stands, both of you overlooking the two teams as they line up on the court. Nervousness makes you restless, your teeth biting into your lower lip as you watch the players get into position. You really wanted the Jackals to win.

“Relax,” Akaashi murmurs, his head lowering to speak directly into your ear to help you hear better over the roar of the crowd.

Your eyes meet his and he stares back at you intently, his hand squeezing at your shoulder gently. You think some sort of magic might be laced into his words with the way your body loosens slightly, your tense shoulders dropping.

“Thank you,” you mumble, giving him a faint smile.

Akaashi smiles back and squeezes your shoulder one more time before his hand drops away. You nearly protest against it, wanting to feel the heat of his body near yours again, but you can’t because you’ve only just met the man and you aren’t that desperate.

The game goes perfectly well, thankfully, and you’re up on the tips of your toes cheering for the Jackals as they shake hands with the other team. Your previous nervousness has all  melted away, leaving only a feeling of pure giddiness. Akaashi claps with you, his reaction much more toned down compared to yours.

“You can come down with me,” you say breathlessly, flicking through a few pages on your clipboard to find the schedule for the post game press conference.

Akaashi nods, his eyes drifting over you for a moment. “Yeah, I’ll come. I need to congratulate Bokuto anyways.”

You beam up at him and against better judgment, hand him a copy of the schedule before giving him a wave and disappearing off to meet the team. Akaashi watches as you flutter away, skirt swaying, the piece of paper clutched tightly in his hand. 

- 

“No talk of shoes, okay?” you warn Atsumu as you had him a bottle of cold water. “We can’t have Bokuto breaking down on national television.”

“You worry too much,” Atsumu complains, pressing the bottle of water against his flushed cheek.

“My job is on the line!” you argue, giving the man a glare.

Atsumu only gives you a pout and you thank Meian when he comes to get his teammate, grateful for the captain’s unwavering leadership.

You slip into the conference room before long, making sure to give the Jackals an encouraging smile and a thumbs up before you sidle up to the wall, watching as the various reporters ready their questions.

A few bottles of water sit on a table beside you and you reach for one, twisting at the cap. The stupid plastic burns across your skin harshly, making a glare settle on your face as you narrow your eyes at the bottle of water. You try again but to no avail, the cap latching on stubbornly tight. A soft curse gets muttered under your breath before someone’s hand reaches out, grabbing the bottle of water from you.

You blink in surprise when you realize it’s Akaashi, his hand twisting at the cap effortlessly and breaking the seal. 

“Thank you,” you whisper.

“That’s the third time today,” he whispers back, his eyes glimmering with mirth, “should I keep sticking around for more of your thanks?”

A smile pulls at your lips and you glance up at him to find him smiling back. 

“Don’t be an asshole,” you mutter, elbowing him in the side lightly.

Akaashi hums in response, his warm hand grasping at your elbow to hold you in place. You freeze for a moment, surprise flitting across your face but then you lean into him slightly, avoiding his eyes as you press into his side. If he notices, he doesn’t say anything, just stands there with you, his eyes trained on the little notes you scribble on paper as the players speak.

To your relief, Atsumu manages to steer clear from the topic of shoes, answering the reporters’ questions thoroughly with a bit of humor thrown in, to lighten the atmosphere of the press conference. You find that you can’t really be all that mad at the man, he knew how to get the job done when it came to it.

The press conference comes to a close half an hour later and Akaashi trails after you as you usher the men back into the main foyer.

“Good job everyone,” you announce before flicking through a few pages of your clipboard. “The Chairman has been impressed with your performance this season, so he’s personally sent a congratulatory cake.” You stare pointedly at Atsumu and Bokuto. “Please make sure to not make a mess.”

The men are gone in a rush before you can say anything else and you smile fondly, shaking your head.

“You gonna let me get in on this cake thing?” Akaashi asks, raising his brows.

“You’re welcome to join,” you reply, shooting him a smile as you try to not sound too eager. “You do have VIP status, after all.”

Akaashi smiles back and you think it might be a miracle that your legs haven’t given out under the soft gaze he sends you. 

Thankfully, Atsumu and Bokuto don’t make a mess although you do spot them bribing Hinata to bring them a few more slices, the orange-haired man utterly oblivious to the fact.

“Hey,” Akaashi murmurs, stepping in beside you as you finish off your piece of cake. “You’ve got a little something.” He motions to the corner of your mouth.

“Oh!” you flush with embarrassment, wiping at the corner of your mouth with a napkin. “Gone?”

“Just a little more,” he says, watching as you try and fail to get rid of the chocolate icing that’s smudged over your lips and the corner of your mouth. “Just- here, let me.”

You freeze when he reaches out for you, his thumb swiping over your lip and skin gently, cleaning you up.

“Napkin?” you ask weakly, offering it to him so he can clean his thumb.

“No need.”

Akaashi keeps his eyes on you as he licks the pad of his thumb, your hazy eyes following the motion of his tongue, a rush of heat pooling in your lower stomach.

“Do you-” you begin, clearing your throat when you hear how airy your voice has become, “do you do this often?”

A smile pulls at his lips and he leans in a little closer, his breath fanning across your skin as his mouth opens to murmur something into your ear.

“Hey, hey, hey!”

You jolt, half-lidded eyes snapping open when you find Bokuto slinging his arm around Akaashi’s shoulders. Irritation flashes through Akaashi’s eyes but it seems to fade when Bokuto begins to speak animatedly, detailing the past events Akaashi had missed.

Part of you would’ve liked to speak to Akaashi more, but you can’t find it in yourself to fault Bokuto, deciding to busy yourself with getting another slice of cake. A heavy arm slings itself around your shoulders and you roll your eyes when you realize it’s Atsumu, the wide grin on his face making you feel uneasy.

“Saw you getting real chummy with Bokuto’s friend,” he whispers conspiratorially, trying to swipe at your cake slice. 

“I was being friendly,” you retort, glaring up at Atsumu.

“You look like you wanna fuck him.”

“Your observations are not appreciated,” you grit out, trying to squirm away from under him when he steers you into a corner.

“Good news is, I think he wants to fuck you too,” Atsumu says smugly, crossing his arms over his chest.

“ Why are you doing this?” you groan, cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“Because you, my lovely manager, deserve happiness!” he says cheerily.

Your eyes narrow, taking in the smile on Atsumu’s face, suspicion flaring. “What did you do?”

“What?” Atsumu’s smile falters. “Nothing. Why do you always assume I did something?”

“Because you usually do something, Atsumu,” you reply exasperatedly, trying to peek out from behind him to catch another glimpse of Akaashi.

Atsumu rolls his eyes, moving to the side so as to block your view of Akaashi.

“Let’s hear it then,” you say, peering up at him. 

He beams at you, his head lowering so he can whisper into your ear. “Just make sure you take charge. Guys like that sort of thing. Yank him by the shirt or something and kiss him. My advice is foolproof .”

Was the advice really foolproof if the fool himself was giving it to you?

You shoot Atsumu a skeptical look, waving him off before he puts any more ridiculous ideas into your mind. 

As the night passes, the amount of players reduces, deciding to make their way back home. Atsumu shoots you a wink in passing and you glare back at him, fighting the urge to swat him.

“Heading home?” 

You blink up to find Akaashi standing beside you, his brows raised.

“Yeah,” you say, a wistful smile coming across your face, “it’s been a long day.”

“I could drive you home?” Akaashi offers, falling into step beside you as you both exit the volleyball stadium.

You had been planning to just catch an uber or something, but when Akaashi stares down at you like that , his gaze soft and lips looking sickeningly inviting, you nod immediately.

A few stolen glances later coupled with you biting back an inappropriate remark at the way his lithe fingers wrap around the steering wheel, you find yourself standing opposite Akaashi in the open doorway of your apartment.

“I guess I’ll see you around?” you say, peering up at Akaashi.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Akaashi murmurs, his hands shoving into his pockets.

Akaashi shows no signs of leaving however. Silence passes over you as you both just stand there, staring at each other. Your gaze dips down to his shirt, trying to stop Atsumu’s obnoxious voice from blaring through your normally rational decision making.

Yank him by the shirt or something and kiss him.

Eyes flitting up again, you decide to take your chances. Your hand curls into Akaashi’s shirt, yanking him towards you, lips crashing onto his. Several seconds pass and Akaashi stands there limply, his lips unmoving and non-reciprocating. 

“I’m so sorry,” you blurt out, feeling utterly mortified as you let go of him. “Atsumu said you wanted to fu- I mean- he said guys liked that sort of thing!”

At the same time, Akaashi begins to speak. “Bokuto said you weren’t interested.”

“ What? ” you sputter, eyes widening. Frustration sets your nerves alight and you fish out your phone, dialing Bokuto’s number, ready to give him an earful. 

“Hey,” Akaashi says, plucking your phone from your hand and setting it down onto a nearby dresser, “think you could do that after I kiss you?”

Your flurry of movements pauses, breath hitching when he steps inside your apartment, the door shutting behind him softly. He smiles down at you, arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer.

“Oh,” you breathe out, eyes fluttering as he spins you around, pushing you up against the door gently, “y-yeah, I can do that.”

“Yeah?” he whispers, the tip of his nose brushing yours. One of his hands slips up higher, smoothing over the length of your neck to cup your cheek.

You let out an incoherent noise, managing out a jerky nod. Akaashi laughs, tilting your head to the side as he places a soft kiss on your cheek. Your eyes flutter shut, heart racing uncontrollably in your chest as he drags his lips across your skin, planting another kiss to the corner of your mouth.

His glasses dig into your skin but you can hardly find it in yourself to care, pulling him closer desperately when he slots his lips over yours. Akaashi kisses you heatedly and you whine, arms wrapping around his neck to return his kisses eagerly. His tongue gently parts your lips, hands slipping back down to squeeze at your waist and move you flush against him.

A few stumbles later and you’re pushing his chest, watching as he falls back onto the couch. Akaashi grins, his thighs spreading invitingly as he gets comfortable.

“Come sit on my lap, baby.”

You don’t have to be told twice. You scramble up onto his lap, straddling his hips, lips finding his again. Akaashi groans when you run your fingers through his hair, hips rolling across his lap as he spreads his fingers over your skirt, groping at your ass.

“So- so you do wanna fuck me?” you ask breathily, unable to resist yourself from leaning forward and stealing another kiss.

“I thought I made myself obvious,” Akaashi replies, his hands slipping under your skirt to feel the warm, bare skin of your thighs.

A soft hum leaves you, fingers tracing across his cheek before reaching out to take his glasses off, setting them down. You smile down at him hazily and Akaashi smiles back, maneuvering your body so that you’re laying down, head nestled in the cushions.

You bite your lip when he kisses down your neck, sighing softly when he undoes the buttons of your shirt, pulling it apart. Akaashi’s eyes darken when he sees the swell of your breasts in your bra, his hands reaching out to grope at them greedily. You fumble around, unclasping your bra, tossing it behind you.

“So pretty, baby,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your lips before kissing down your body.

You gasp when his tongue swirls around your nipple, squirming underneath him as his hot mouth envelops it, sucking and licking, even nipping gently making your body twitch. Back arching, you moan, fingers tugging at his soft hair. Akaashi lets out a hum, mouth opening wide to suck your breast into his mouth, groaning when he feels your hips buck underneath him.

“ Fuck ,” Akaashi hisses, his fingers rubbing at your clothed cunt, panties utterly drenched, “you’re dripping. How long have you been like this?”

You flush, looking away. Akaashi clicks his tongue, grabbing your chin to turn your gaze back onto him.

“Tell me,” he coaxes, rucking your skirt up before he tugs your panties up, watching the hard press of the fabric outline your puffy folds.

“Maybe- maybe since you opened that water bottle for me,” you mumble, blinking up at him innocently. 

Akaashi’s grip falters, his brows shooting up in surprise. Your cheeks are hot, eyes dropping to find his cock straining against his trousers, the bulge making you lick your lips.

“That long?” he whispers, leaning in.

“Mhm,” you nod, arms looping around his neck to pull him into a sloppy kiss, tongue and all.

“If I knew it was that easy, I would’ve done it the moment I saw you,” Akaashi smiles, his nose nudging against yours as he continues to rub your pussy through your panties.

“Shut up!” you laugh, pushing at his chest.

He laughs with you, smacking a quick kiss to your cheek before slinking down, pulling your thighs apart. A contented sigh leaves you when he licks up over your ruined panties, mewling softly when he pulls them to the side to get a glimpse of your slick pussy.

“Such a pretty pussy. All of you is so pretty,” he murmurs, pulling your panties off. 

You don’t miss the way he tucks them into his pocket.

Akaashi’s mouth encloses around your clit, sucking with fervor. You let out a strangled moan, fingers fisting his hair roughly, thighs twitching. 

“A- Akaashi,” you whine, hips rolling up to meet his mouth needily, “ hah- oh fuck!- ”

His nose nudges into your clit when he stops suckling on your clit, licking up a wide strip along the length of cunt, a low moan slipping out of him as he watches your cunt clench and flutter around nothing.

“Taste so fucking good,” he rasps, arms curling around your thighs, thumbing apart your folds to press his tongue in deeper, licking over the velvety flesh of your cunt.

You moan again, breath catching in your throat when his thumb finds your clit, rubbing tight circles into the sensitive bud before his tongue presses into your aching pussy, thrusting in and out of you. He makes an obscene sound and you tug at his hair roughly, pushing his face deeper into your cunt, squealing when he shakes his head, tongue swiping all over you.

“Don’t stop,” you whisper, beginning to chant drunkenly, “don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Akaashi grunts into your pussy, spreading apart your folds against to spit on your cunt, his tongue swirling around your swollen clit before sucking it into his mouth. He suckles on it hard ; the sensation making your toes curl and eyes squeeze shut tightly. 

“Gonna cum?” he asks, a hoarse laugh leaving him when you push his head back down.

You nod rapidly, hands squeezing at your breasts, pinching and tugging at your own nipples. Akaashi slips his fingers up past your chin and your mouth opens obediently, hips rolling up as you suck on his fingers. 

A whimper escapes you when his teeth graze your clit, his tongue laving over it again as he sucks desperately, driving you further and further to the edge.

“Cum on my tongue, baby,” Akaashi whispers, “wanna watch you cum all pretty and needy.”

You don’t need any more encouragement, back arching as your body draws taut. You cum with a cry of his name, squeaking when he licks over your oversensitive pussy, thighs clamping around his head while your fingers tangle in his soft, black hair. 

Akaashi pulls away with one final suckle to your clit, peppering kisses up your body before slotting his lips over yours again. You whine softly, cupping his cheek to return his kisses feverishly, feeling the press of his clothed cock against your inner thigh.

“Take your clothes off,” you say softly, pecking his lips sweetly.

You squirm out of your skirt and top when he gets off of you, watching with hazy eyes as he pulls his shirt up over your head. The flex of his biceps has you letting out a low whine, fingers slipping between your thighs, unable to help yourself, rubbing your clit unabashedly.

Akaashi doesn’t miss the movement, shooting you a lazy grin, his hand smoothing over his trousers, squeezing at his bulge.

“Enjoying the view?” he murmurs, unbuttoning his trousers, “hm, baby?”

“‘m enjoying it a lot,” you reply airily, entranced by the motion of his hand as he grasps himself through his boxers.

Your breath catches in your throat when he pushes his boxers down, tongue feeling heavy as you watch the bob of his cock, heavy and thick. The hardened length twitches when he wraps his hand around himself, pumping his cock, pre-cum beading at the tip.

“T-taste?” you mewl, slipping off the couch and crawling towards him, “wanna taste, ‘kaashi.”

“Needy baby,” he whispers, running his fingers through your hair, brushing it out of your face.

Your eyes flutter shut when he bends, meeting his lips in a short kiss. Akaashi presses the head of his cock against your lips soon after, a moan slipping out of him when he sees the way his pre-cum spreads across your lips.

You lick your lips, mewling at the taste of his pre-cum, mouth opening wider, tongue lolling out.

“Want it,” you whisper, fingers digging into thighs, “please?”

“‘m gonna give it to you,” Akaashi rasps, grasping the base of his cock to smack the head of it against your tongue a few times. “Go ahead, pretty.”

You hum happily, mouth wrapping around his cock, hand curling around the base of it. Akaashi groans, his head tipping back as you squirm on your knees, fingers finding your slippery clit again.

“Just like that,” he whispers when you begin to bob your head, tongue swirling around the head of his cock, suckling gently.

Akaashi’s thighs twitch, the hand tangled in your hair tightening when you shuffle closer, mouth stretching open to take more of him into your mouth. 

You suck and lick, practically dripping onto the carpet beneath you as you hear the grunts and groans that leave Akaashi. He sounds pretty, the little airy gasps and stutters of his breath giving you the encouragement to try and take him deeper, your nose pressing into the black tufts of coarse hair at the base of his cock, before you pull off with watery eyes.

“I might have a hard time letting go of you after this,” Akaashi says, watching as you blink up at him with starry eyes, stroking his hand over your hair as you mouth lazily across the length of his cock. 

“So don’t,” you whisper, laving your tongue across the head of his cock, tasting his pre-cum.

You land a soft kiss to the tip, tilting your head to kiss at his heavy balls. Akaashi stops you before you can suck them into your mouth, dipping his head down to kiss you instead.

“‘m gonna cum if you do that,” he whispers against your lips.

“That’s sort of the point,” you smile, hand stroking along his length.

He snorts, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you up onto your feet. His throbbing cock presses against your stomach as you wind your arms around his neck, pulling him down for another kiss. Akaashi gropes at the fat of your ass appreciatively, both of you standing together as you makeout languidly. 

You pull away for air soon after, hands roaming across his firm chest, eyes growing hazier with the way the muscles of his abdomen flex under your touch. A glob of pre-cum beads at the tip of Akaashi’s cock and you grasp his hand, rocking up to kiss his cheek before pulling him after you.

“Wanna ride my cock?” he whispers, teeth nipping at your earlobe gently when you lead him into your bedroom.

“Y- yeah,” you reply airily, crawling up onto his lap when he sits down, his back against the headboard of your bed.

You rock your hips, grinding your cunt against his hot length, mewling softly when the tip of it nudges against your clit a few times. Akaashi catches your chin, pulling you forward for another filthy kiss, his hands smoothing up and down the length of your back.

“Sink down on it, baby.”

A soft whimper escapes you at his low voice, hands gripping his shoulders as you rise up onto your knees. Akaashi wraps his hand around the base of his cock, holding it for you. His head tips back, a guttural groan leaving him when you sink down on his cock, your nails digging into his skin.

“ Oh- ” you whine, “‘kaashi- hah- ”

“Keiji,” he replies, fingers dimpling the fat of your hips, trying to gain some semblance of control with the way your cunt’s clenching around his cock, “call me Keiji, baby.”

You let out a dazed sigh, rolling your hips and whining again, your own head tipping back.

“K- Keiji, you feel so good.”

Akaashi moans appreciatively in response to your words, landing a spank to your ass to urge you to move. You hiccup, cupping his cheeks, mouth dropping open in a silent moan as you roll your hips one more time and begin to rise and fall on his cock.

He keeps his eyes on you, letting out soft pants as you mewl and whimper out his name, hips swaying back to meet his thrusts when he begins to move his hips too.

“Good girl,” Akaashi whispers, head dipping to suck your breast into his mouth, “gripping me so tight, baby.”

“Keiji,” you mewl, dragging out his name in a needy call.

“‘m right here, pretty,” Akaashi murmurs, arms wrapping around your waist more firmly. 

You squeal when he lifts you up and begins to drop you down onto his cock himself, his face pressing into your chest, leaving desperate, heated open-mouthed kisses against your sweaty skin as he makes you take his cock.

“Oh fuck-,” you begin to gasp out, eyes squeezing shut, “ oh fuck! ”

“Take it,” Akaashi hisses, hands drifting down to grip the fat of your ass tighter, “fucking take my cock, baby.”

A surprised squeak leaves you when he lays you down, his cock pushing into you almost immediately after. Your legs wrap around his hips, hand reaching for his as he fucks his cock into you, the sound of his skin slapping against yours echoing lewdly throughout the room.

You scrabble at the bedsheets, trying to find some purchase as Akaashi drives his cock into you harder and faster.

“Gonna make me cum,” he grunts, face pressing into the crook of your neck, his body dropping to be flush against yours, hips rolling to a slow grind.

“‘m gonna cum too,” you say weakly, eyes fluttering as he mouths at your breast lazily. 

Akaashi peers down at you when he pushes himself up, bullying his cock into your cunt, balls pressed snugly against your ass.

“Can I cum inside?” he asks softly, brushing your hair out of your face.

“You’re a terrible influence,” you sigh, giving him a dazed smile as you pull him down for a kiss, “but yes, you can.”

Akaashi grins, mouth slotting over yours again, thumb rubbing at your clit. He groans when he feels you clench around him, his hips stuttering jerkily when you dig your heels into the backs of thighs, forcing him to push his cock in deeper. 

“Brat,” he hisses, head dropping forward as he lets out a low whine, cock jerking inside of you as he cums.

You squirm, back arching as his thumb rubs harder, thighs twitching as you fall apart on his cock. Akaashi pants against your chest, his eyes squeezed shut as he lets out a few more whines, thick cum filling you up.

He rolls off of you so as to not crush you with his weight, running his hand through his hair. You curl up into his side, leaning forward to kiss his jaw.

“‘m gonna go clean up,” you whisper.

Akaashi nods, patting your hip affectionately, his eyes trained on the sway of your hips as you disappear into the bathroom.

You tug on a fresh shirt and a pair of panties, crawling back into bed to find Akaashi’s pulled his boxers back up over his hips, the manga volume you had been reading last night in his hand.

“It’s good,” you inform him, pressing into his side, head resting on his shoulder as you look over the little panels of drawings.

“I’d hope so,” Akaashi says, his hand rubbing at your side absentmindedly.

“Why?” you ask, brows furrowing.

“I happen to be the editor.”

You stare at him blankly, eyes flitting from his towards the manga. “No way.” You snatch the manga from him, flipping through towards the large page. His name is there in the little lettering, plain as day.

Editing: Akaashi Keiji

He smiles at you, nuzzling into your cheek, pressing several kisses here and there.

“Well,” you say, setting the manga down and wrapping your arms around his neck, “now you have to tell me what’s to come.”

“My lips are sealed,” Akaashi replies, kissing the corner of your mouth.

“Keiji!” you whine, pouting up at him.

“Not happening, baby,” he says, shaking his head before leaning forward to kiss the pout off of your mouth.

You let out an irritated huff, pushing his head away when he tries to kiss you again.

“Look at that,” he muses, “you get all sulky like Bokuto.”

“Please don’t insult me.”

જ⁀➴ CALLING HIM BY HIS HERO NAME

pro hero!hawks x reader drabble ☁️ ོ

a/n: i just thought this would be cute, hawks getting all upset- I mean- Keigo. 🙄

“You know for someone who’s always out and about, you always seem to make time for me.” You softly smile upon hearing your front door open and then close.

“How’d you know it was me?” He asked, taking off his coat with a tussle.

You paused your tv show before turning around to look at him.

“Can smell the kfc on you from a mile away” you teased as he scoffed in offense. “Woah, I wear the best cologne.”

“You mean axe body spray?” You added, his lips escaping a laugh. “Not to much on me birdie.” His eyes followed yours as you got up from your spot on the couch to be in his embrace, a smile peering through his lips as he sweetly pecked you.

“Mmm..” you hummed in satisfaction. “How was work sweet boy?”

“The same as always.” He replied, holding you in his arms tiredly. You noticed how he tried to hold himself up. You knew how exhausted he was from working so often, and how bad he wanted to collapse into your arms. Still, he always kept that last bit of energy for you. It didn’t matter how much of it he had left, he’d always be strong for you.

“You need to get sleep baby.” You said, pushing the hair out of his face, “nah im fine, I wanna spend some time with you.”

“You can do that in the bedroom.” You added as a smirk grew on his face.

“Not in that way weirdo!” You gently punch his arm making him laugh. “Oh but I was hoping~”

“and I hope you go to bed, finally~” you cut him off.

He looked into your eyes for a moment before saying “your right love, guess I should start listening to you from now on.”

“Took you how long to realize that?” He hummed as he gently placed his head down to rest on you. “Not that long~”

You sighed out a slight smile, your hand playing with his hair.

“Hey.” You said, making him slightly come up. “Yeah?”

“I love you, hawks.”

His head popped up, a look of disgust on his face.

"Excuse me??" He said, pouting.

You can’t help but start laughing at him. He looks like you just insulted endeavor to his face.

“UHM who is this other man in your life??!!” He says dramatically.

“Ughh, I love you Keigo~”

“Mm..” he settles back down into your comfort, “much better.”

caution: incredibly slutty use of birth control. MDNI.

Across the room comes the piercing, repetitive sound of an alarm.

You look to Sanemi in question, whimpering as the warm comfort of his body abruptly pulls away from you. The little cry of protest you make at the loss of his warmth tugs at his heart, but he’s got an obligation to see to. Jaw tight, Sanemi ignores the own ache he feels as he crosses the floor of the hotel room to rummage through your luggage, his cock painfully hard where it bounces against his abdomen.

It takes him only a second to find the small card lined with those tiny white pills. Quickly, he pops one free and holds it between his teeth, reaching to silence the alarm blaring on his discarded phone.

Pill wedged carefully between his teeth, Sanemi makes his way back to you and climbs onto the bed, knocking your legs apart with his knee.

He ignores your questioning look, too focused on the slightly swollen lips of your pussy, the glistening slickness of your own arousal mixed with his cum.

Fuck, he’ll never get enough of it.

Giving himself a firm pump, Sanemi lines his tip back up with your entrance and slides home once more. He resumes his pace with ease, fucking you as though he never stopped, while you writhe and moan beneath him.

“Hey,” he commands around the pill still perched between his teeth. The moment your eyes, hazy with pleasure, find his, Sanemi grabs your jaw. His fingers squish your cheeks as he surges toward you, closing his mouth roughly over yours.

Your lips part for him and Sanemi forces your birth control into your mouth, parting with one flick of his tongue against yours. He pulls back, his hands sliding under your ass, tilting your hips up as he settles in his knees.

Stunned, your mouth remains slightly open as you stare up at him, pupils blown wide.

“Swallow it.” Sanemi commands, forcing himself to hold your stare instead of letting his eyes fall to your breasts as they bounce with his movements. “Your birth control. Swallow it.”

When he does not see the telltale bob of your throat, Sanemi unlatches a hand from your ass and brings it to where your bodies are connected.

A graze of his nail of your clit makes you buck, but Sanemi slows his movements. “Swallow it.” He orders again, noting with some relish, the indignant scrunch of your eyebrows as he stops moving all together. “Do it, or else I won’t come in you.”

He’s dead serious and you know it. Still, the threat of him not filling you up the way he knows you need quickly turns your eyebrows up, your eyes widening with a plea.

Hastily, you swallow under Sanemi’s discerning eye. The moment the pill slides down your throat, you hold your tongue out for him, eager.

A pleased smirk settles on his lips and you clench around him. “That’s my girl,” he purrs, carefully drawing his hips back until only the tip of his cock remains inside you.

Sanemi’s hands anchor your hips. He rises slightly on his knees, bringing your lower half with him and pauses. A flick of his eyes to yours, and he slams forward, impaling you on the thick, full length of him.

what a whore.

boy best friend ft.sunarintaro

content warning: 16+ only. may contain acts of obsession and dark secrecy. not proofread. separate fiction from reality. ⤿ you have been warned. read at your own risk!

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a boyfriend.

you've been wanting to have one for the longest time already. but that word seem to be avoiding you like a plague. you only ever had one ex-boyfriend in high school, and that guy's married now. he treated you really well, but you two broke up after he opened up to you about having feelings for someone else. and that someone is his wife now.

pretty cute. but shitty for you.

it's a good thing that you have your boy best friend, suna rintaro, to keep you company at all times. you cried to him that day and he told you that you didn't need boys and that you should just focus on yourself. so you did. but you still wanted a boyfriend. college passed like a blurring memory. nothing interesting going on, really. except for the questions from your blockmates asking why you still don't have a boyfriend at your age and your looks. you just shrugged and said that maybe nobody really liked you.

and most of the time, girls from different blocks and departments would be coming up to you and asking for rintaro's number. you always did give his number to those girls so he had to change his phone because of how much texts that he receive everyday. he even scolded you for it and told you not to give his personal information to just anyone.

you and rintaro have been friends since middle school. attended the same high school and college. now, he works as a civil engineer and you've also pursued your dream job. you're still close. like peas in a pod. but because of this, so many people have asked if you gurs are dating and you always dismiss their questions and say that you're just friends. which is true. well, for you, that is.

you've been wondering why you still haven't gotten a boyfriend yet. you're pretty and kind. people would have flocked to you by now just like the other girls like you. so why don't you have the same effect on them?

one reason: rintaro.

every time that someone attempts to make a move on you, he'd be there to say that you're off limits and that you're already taken. he's been doing this ever since your first and last boyfriend. and he's still doing it for you.

rintaro have always liked you. he had feelings for you way before you had your first boyfriend. he was just too afraid to confess his feelings to you because he didn't want to get rejected. so now, he's doing you and himself a favor by blocking off anyone who tries to even utter a single word of confession to you.

now that you're both nearing the age of thirty, you decided to just fuck it all and offered him a deal.

once the two of you reached the age of thirty and still doesn't have a girlfriend or boyfriend, you'll marry each other. just like those cliché shit that you usually see on novels and books. rintaro agreed with his usual calmness, of course. but you didn't know that he was absolutely ecstatic about it.

one year have passed, two years. and then, your birthday came.

"happy thirtieth birthday, pretty." he greeted while holding a round red velvet cake in his hands with two number candles on it. 30. you smiled and thanked him before blowing on the candles and made a silent wish for the success and happiness of your life and rintaro's. he leaned down and pressed a kiss on your forehead before taking your hand in his and brushed his lips against your knuckles, your ring finger in particular. "can you guess what my gift for you is?" he asked in which you shook your head and curiously looked at him.

he only smiled and intertwined your fingers as he pulled out a small velvet box from his pocket and opened it, revealing a silver ring with a shining diamond embedded into it. "i hope that you haven't forgotten our deal yet." he chuckled and watched as you looked at him in surprise then slowly grinned.

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pressed a soft kiss on his cheek then watched as he slowly slid the ring onto your ring finger. he raised your hand and brought it to his lips without breaking eye contact with you. "you're mine now. my beautiful wife." he whispered softly.

before, you always wanted a boyfriend. but you never got one. and now that rintaro's here, you won't be asking for anything else. because you're his now, and he's yours.

your husband.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜

a/n: find yourself a man who's obsessed with u /j

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 & 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆

𝗞𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗼 𝗧𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗺𝗶 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗧𝗼𝘂𝘆𝗮 𝗧𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗸𝗶

You made his feathers ruffle and spread love through his existence, Keigo was your golden boy. Touya thought you were spoilt even if you were slowly changing his view on the world, one things for sure though —he’d never be under you like Keigo and he’d always be there to bring you back down. Even if he enjoyed watching you make a mess outta bird boy.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI + 3 some f/m only + sub/switch Keigo + switch reader + Dom Touya + pegging + praise + cum play + fluff on Keigo’s part + established relationship with Keigo + spice level: high + Keigo restrained +

Posted this before but decided to repost! Has been sitting on my ao3 for awhile.

The agreement was mutual that keeping your relationship with Hawks was under wraps. Truthfully you didn’t want the hassle of it, he was incredibly popular and the commission was also the other issue.

They’d do what they had to if things weren’t working in their favour, not to mention the shitty PR teams would try to start arranging things to their own liking.

In your own words, Hawks life was controlled by them, you weren’t going to allow Keigo’s life to be nor were they going to tell you how to love him.

He finally realised in those words, in that moment he really was totally was in love with you, with every fibre of his being. It was a foreign feeling to start, he knew what admiration felt like, he knew what pride felt like and he certainly knew how lust felt.

But love was a clash of all three, it was a confusing mess to work through sometimes, but learning to love you was something he was all too keen for. His feathers ruffled by themselves when he seen you, the grin eas uncontrollable and his heart fluttered in his ribs sending tingles through his body.

You made him excited and you made him calm.

But this relationship wasn’t anything to do with anyone else, when Hawks came home he was Keigo and he was yours to dote on.

However there was one small problem that you did have with Hawks being allowed to act like a free man and that was his natural flirty personality.

Girls often got the wrong idea, you were perfectly secure in yourself but when you started seeing suggestive posts about Hawks potential love interests… it’s enough to bug even the most secure of relationships.

You’d seen a post about rumours that he was liking an interviewer that kept popping up around him. She was pretty, all done up and giggly around him, typical girl next door kinda vibes but you doubt the innocence was genuine.

Hawks entertained it not realising his kindness and manners could come across as interested to easily pleased girls or fame seeking one’s. The odd photo slipping out where they’d been caught talking in halls alone or she had managed to work her way into somewhere he was.

You weren’t worried about him what so ever, how he looked at her didn’t cause you concern you’d been with him long enough to know he wasn’t Keigo around her. He was Hawks and that persona could play the part for anyone because that’s how he was taught.

But poor little Hawks wasn’t exactly putting a stop to her games when she started to, what you as his girlfriend would consider, overstepping.

So you’d decided to remind him, and he always enjoyed it.

Drool spilled from the gag in his mouth, his hands tied behind his back giving his back a small arch from the mattress.

His eyes were watering and his hips rolling to try encourage his thick cock further down your throat, your index and forefinger running circles around his hole that was clenching. He panted heavily from his nose, swallowing thickly.

His voice was muffled behind the gag but he still managed to whimper when you pushed the tips of your fingers in, thickly covered in lube. His dick flexed in your mouth as you slid your fingers in past the tight ring and he clenched around them.

You released him from your mouth, heavy wet dick slapping on his stomach covered in drool.

“Aw, Kei you that sensitive hmm?”

His chest heaved as gold eyes looked down glassy and focused on you. Your tongue pressed to the base of his cock and slid up to the head, fingers pressing in to the hilt in movement with your tongue. He frowned at you trying to convince you of his stubbornness, six pack clenching as you let more spit drool onto his head of his dick. It flexed again under your tongue, feeling it harden under it made you moan on his dick, cunt clenching around nothing.

“You’re such a good boy Kei~”

Your fingers began pumping into him, tips curling when deep enough to press against that spot that had him babbling behind the gag, hips rising to encourage you to take his dick back in your mouth.

“Hmm, I think you’re warmed up enough~”

You fingers pulled from him and you stood, his eyes widening at the strap on you had harnessed to you. He actually looked a little worried yet that needy look glazed in his eyes? That flexing of his cock as excited anticipation rocked through his body? -He’d handle it, he always did.

You placed your hands either side of his ribs and hovered over him, the strap rubbing against his own dick and you rolled your hips rutting against it.

He released a heavy, breathy sigh through his nose, golden eyes watching you hover over him, tits pressed together sandwiched between your arms, your glassy eyes looking at him so lovingly despite your attitude towards him this evening.

That reassurance from you was silent, but oh so there in your eyes and it made him fucking melt for you.

He trusted you completely and this? Well it was hot. Completely dominating him but loving after him? Ugh.

Fuck he’d never get enough of it, that strap was long though, the bubble of excitement mixed with a little worry was intoxicating.

The sunset from the penthouse windows behind you glowing, your hair falling to frame your face, spit glistening down your chin. Like an angel waiting to do something oh so unholy to him. Despite your loving eyes contradicted that smirk on your glossy plump lips, swollen from kiss him and his cock.

Reaching up you unbuckled the gag letting him spit it out to the side, drool trailing either side of his mouth.

“You can’t be fucking serious kid thats too lon-ngh. Shit slow down will ya?”

You rolled your hips again letting the lubed dildo rub along his cock, stuttering his words as he acted like he wouldn’t be a drooling mess when you started to fuck him.

“Yeah it’s a new one, you’ll manage Kei~ or need me to get you a little more needy?”

You shifted yourself to straddle him, reaching down to grab his dick and run the thick head around your clit, a breathy moan leaving you before pressing it to your entrance.

“M’not-hah- I ain’t gonna break for ya kid so stop trying.”

He actually sounded a little pissed off and you only smirked at him, his little attitude was attractive because he so rarely showed it around you. His attempt of not giving in to you, like he was trying to convince himself that he was still in charge despite this position he foolishly allowed himself to get into.

Sinking yourself down onto him he sucked in breath as he felt his thick head stretching you out, slowly sinking down onto him until you reached half way, you were so wet, warm and pulsing around his cock his eyes almost rolled back into his damn skull.. You were tight as hell without him warming you up, without letting him prep you like he always did because he was thick.

Keigo never able to slide straight in, it’s a good job he was a lot more considerate than Touya being thicker than him. Keigo would start soft to adjust you, where Touya purely fucked rough.

Your pussy was sucking his cock in as your walls clenched around him, he could feel you struggling with the stretch and especially at this position, you were wet it was coating your thighs -you were drooling for him just by sucking his cock and seeing him like this.

It was almost enough of a thought to let himself cum from just the first two inches in you, you had another 5 to go before he was at the hilt and it only stayed thicker.

“Struggling there kid? S’brave of you without any prep.” He slurred out, trying his hardest to keep attitude, his hardest to stay cocky.

he was drooling already, his bottom lip was threatening to tremble. He was trying so hard to keep cocky but failing miserably with his slurring, watching the pink dust across your cheeks and your mouth hang open.

A beautiful mess above him, how the hell was he gonna hold back from cumming just seeing you like this after edging him?

Fuck, fuck, fuck you were so fucking warm around him, Keigo took the opportunity to roll his hips up into you to push into the hilt making your breath hitch, gasping a little as he rolled again the slight pained look on your face at him filling you.

That brief moment of you breaking as his dom and he tried to use it to his advantage to turn the tables in his favour.

“How about you take these cuffs off dove, let me do the work hmm?”

You placed a hand on his stomach to balance yourself, the strap on now laying on his stomach from your hips against his, cock buried in you giving a pleasant yet painful stretch.

Keigo’s eyes widened when you began to bounce his attempt at manipulating you not working. The slick squelching as your pussy sucked him back in with every thrust, he wasn’t gonna last, no fucking way -not like this.

“S-shit, dove-“

He was already overly sensitive from all the teasing, the edging with that tongue and throat of yours working it’s magic. But he wasn’t backing down he knew he had more stamina than you, he just needed to tire you out. He just needed to convince himself he’d out last you, get you to beg him to fuck you cause you struggled to hit that spot like he could.

“Is that -ngh- S’that all you got kid? You’re gonna beg me to help you cum, M’not losing.”

It was difficult to believe him when his voice started confident and trailed off into whimpering and slurring out. The fire in his golden eyes was lit, still looking a little bratty and pissy, but his voice was breaking and breathy.

His arms were going numb behind his back, grabbing the sheets under him as his toes curled against the bed, feet braced against it as he tried to angle himself.

The repetitive wet slapping of his skin hitting yours, that squelching of your pussy drooling and sucking him your moaning above him, looked like a hot mess riding him like that.

That damn strap on taunting him as it slapped against his stomach each time you rose and dropped against him. Shit it was too much, his cock was throbbing in you, flexing as he tried so hard to hold back from blowing his load in you.

“M’respecting the effort -give up, I can feel you clenching around me you’re not gonna cum like this kid, you need me fucking you.”

His weak, breathy taunting fell on deaf ears as you reached down to play with your clit, Keigo’s eyes widened as he realised what you were doing.

Slick covering your hardened bud you ran circles over it with the pad of your finger. The heat soaring through you as you coaxed yourself towards cumming on him.

“D-Dove? C’mon, let me help you.”

That built up came too quickly, Keigo moaned under you as his hips rose to meet yours. He didn’t like that you were on the verge of cumming without his help, he wanted to get you to cum -with him around you should never be doing it yourself… but being used like this by you was making his cock throb weighing out his sulking.

He felt his own release building as he seen you close to yours, his stomach tensing as he tried holding himself back. He wouldn’t last if you came on him, he knows how it feels to have those sloppy walls clench around him as you cum.

“You feel so fucking good Kei- y’gonna help me cum yeah?” You panted above him, your one hand on the bed gripped the sheets beside him.

He nodded under you, those beautiful glassy gold eyes pleading you to let him help you. His stubbornness cracking as you looked at him so doe eyed.

“You gonna let me use you?”

Keigo groaned, god you were so fucking hot, pussy so sloppy as you sucked his cock in again and again. Riding him like such a pro, knowing how to move knowing what he liked because he was your little golden boy. Slick running down his balls and ass from how wet you’d got over this. It sounded so wet, so filthy.

shit he was always damn well giving into you. This is what Touya always belittles him for -spoiling you.

He couldn’t help it, you deserved it and you loved him back just as equally, his heart soared higher than he’d ever flown around you.

He wanted the world to see you beside him, he wanted you on his arm during these stupid meetings.

He wanted to flaunt you to that annoying interviewer than wouldn’t leave him the hell alone, it’s why he allowed the flirting, why he gave some back and made sure he was caught by cameras.

Keigo wasn’t stupid, he acted oblivious to his natural flirtatious personality but it was never an accident, he knew what he was doing. Because he wanted to crack your stubbornness on not going public —he understood why but he hated it, he wanted the world knowing you were together.

But he did have to secretly thank this naïve interviewer, getting fucked like this because she wouldn’t leave the hero alone was almost worth the bother.

“Y-You wanna use me dove?”

Yup, he broke. You won. When he thought about how much he loved you, seen that needy look on your face and your glassy eyes? That crap would always break him, he couldn’t help it, he was a weak, weak man for you.

Touya would be bitching in his ear later about how pathetic he was for you, but fuck it!

You nodded dumbly and he rolled his hips into you, your breath hitching as he dragged the head of his dick against that spot you were trying to find. That he knew so damn well because he’d drank your reactions in so many times it was almost natural for him knowing your body so well. His eyes never missed anything you gave, those keen gold orbs took every memory you gave him so he could replay it.

“Use me then kid, you gonna fuck that dick yeah? Take what’s yours huh?”

That did it, his stubbornness cracking completely as his lovesick heart once again took over.

“Gonna fuck your golden boy right?”

He sounded mean, pushing you to cum with his words as he bucked his hips again to hit that spot that made your vision blur. The rough slap of his hips into you as he buried as deeply as he could get it. Keigo let you dom him, but he knew when he was mean it made those little hearts on your eyes shine.

You braced yourself forward slightly and he started to pound upwards into you, chasing his own release as you clamped down on him, hips pressing to his as you moaned out his name over and over, slurring your love for him. His heart swelling with each moany breath and gasp that hitched in your throat trying to say you loved him.

It was all too much, it was too sloppy too messy. His nerves burning, his toes curling and the emotion in his chest built to a place that made tears glisten in those gorgeous golden eyes.

“M’cummin’ dove, m’hah, fuck yeah that’s it kid. God your pussy is so fucking good! God- godfuckingloveyou.”

He growled his words at the end -desperate and needy almost feral, slapping his hips and his cock sliding in so easily now as your cum drooled down it, coating his own thighs and balls, his sensitive head burning as it glided along your silky walls.

His hips pinned to yours, eyes rolling back with his head as he released, coating your insides.

His high was short lived, you lifted yourself from him, letting both your cum leak out and coat his dick as it slapped wetly against his stomach. He was breathy, panting as he looked down watching the mixed fluid link between you both. His cock suddenly feeling so cold compared to the warmth of being buried in you.

You smirked at him whilst panting, sliding back down the bed until your feet hit the floor. You guided the dildo and gathered the mix of cum dripping down him on the end of the strap on before pressing it against his hole to fuck it into him.

Golden eyes widened as he looked down at what you were about to do, his body betrayed his lying expression of worry -giving away that actually he wanted this, he always did. You knew by his thick cock flexing, still hard, his hole clenched around nothing.

Pressing forwards the tip pushed through the tight ring, your hands placed on his hips to stop him rising from the bed. Your tits squishing together as your arms caged them, hovering over him.

“M’not done with you Kei, thought you got the upper hand there hmm?”

“Ngh- kid it’s too fucking long I can’t take i-“

“You got your safe word Kei?”

“Fuc- kid you’re gonna ruin me-“

“Safe word?” You repeated again, his jaw clenched as he tilted his head back briefly to suck in air, then nodded.

You pushed forward slowly letting it enter him and stretch him out, it wasn’t thick like his own dick, but it was the longest you’d used on him.

Keigo’s head tilted back further, drool leaving his lips as he panted and arched from the bed. Hard cock flexing against his stomach as it slid in so beautifully he almost came from it.

“Fuck, fuck - dove, s’good-“

You cooed praises for him as you eased it in, his legs trembling either side of you as you hit his prostate. You knew by how his breath hitched, his legs tensed and he fell silent.

You looked down and rose an eyebrow.

“You took the whole length Keigo, that must be so deep hmm?”

“Ngh-“ he tried to speak but failed, only managed a dumb nod.

A hand reached up to grab his cock, rubbing the palm over his head he whimpered and rocked his hips.

“N-No, don’t s’too sensitive, I can’t- not my cock-“

“You can Keigo.”

His open mouthed pants became heavier as you pulled the strap on back, the squelch of lube and cum as you gently pushing back in hitting that spot deep within him. Glassy golden eyes looked down to watch you begin to thrust in and out of him, his eyes focused on the slick red dildo disappearing into his ass and your hand wrapped around his cock. Hand setting a pace on his dick, watching his cum coated cock throb in your grip and tears welled in his eyes.

“Fuck kid, there -you’re hitting-hah yeah that’s it.”

Keigo slurred, the tears spilling as he whimpered under you, sheets gripped in his hands borderline ripping as he clung to it for dear life. Your pace picked up and he seen fucking stars, that heat rose in his body so fast that he felt a little panicked.

“I’m gonna - dove I’m gonna cum so fucking hard keep do-ngh-“

“S’it golden boy, cum for me hmm?”

“Y-yeah gonna cum f’you, fuck-me- you’re gonna make me-I’m cummin’”

You watched his eyes roll back into his skull as he came so hard he couldn’t even whimper, any noise lodged in his throat as it rocketed through his body into spasms, it wasn’t anything like when he came from his dick, he felt it through his whole body.

Hips rising from the bed and his toes curling, your hand fucking his cock left him no mercy as his came again through his cock at the same time. Tears spilled down his cheeks as he choked out a mix of words that sounded like his own language.

Cum shot from the slit up to his chest, hitting his own chin as you slowed your thrusting to help ease him down.

His body spasmed in places even when he fell lax against the bed, before he finally whimpered out to you as he felt the dildo shift in him, making his body jolt. He couldn’t take anymore it was too much. His vision was blurred, stars still dotted them.

“N-No more please, dove I can’t, fuck- it’s so fucking deep kid I-“

You panted above him, planting your hands either side his hips and smiled at him.

He was a fucking mess, his hair stuck to his face as sweat dripped down him, cum on his stomach and chest, ribs heaving as he looked at you with glassy, dopey eyes. Sweat beaded on him like jewels, rolling down into his thick neckline mixing into the cum he impressively shot there.

Your lips pressed to his before rubbing your nose against his lovingly. You pulled out from him, hearing the lewd pop and he moaned against your mouth, a heavy sigh left him as he fell completely lax against the bed.

“S’a good job I love ya,” He mumbled, giving you a half assed playful glare, little smile twitching on his lips.

You hummed against his mouth agreeing with him, the peace was short lived though -both eyes turning to the door when a much deeper voice filtered through. The blue eyes glowing against the light of sunset through the window, his eyes were fixed on you like a predator.

“Couldn’t wait for me to get back doll?”

Keigo watched your eyes widen, a smirk twitching at his lips as he seen the worry spread on your face as you frozen above him.

Keigo had noticed the moment you lowered yourself onto his dick to ride him that Touya had walked in, crossing his arms and leaning in the door way watching. He didn’t tell you, deciding giving Touya a show would be a nice little from me to you.

“All that mushy shit just for blondie huh? You realise how fucking lovesick you both look? Tch.”

Rough, cool skin smoothed over your ass, reaching for the buckle on your harness and undoing it, letting it fall to the bed before pushing your knees back onto it with his, making you straddle over Keigo again.

“Unlucky kid, karma came around pretty quick for you today hmm?” Keigo chucked under you, watching as you hovered over him again.

“Hey there Touya,” Popping his blonde head to the side Keigo beamed smiled at him, blue eyes glanced over your shoulder with much less enthusiasm to meet gold, giving the hero a grunt as a reply before focusing back on you.

Keigo would sub to you, the only person who could ever get him like this was you and he enjoyed it. However, Touya was the one who wouldn’t ever submit to you, he kept you in place the way Keigo never could.

He fucked you like he hated you, like you needed sometimes -like the blonde couldn’t commit to because he simply loved you to a point it was nauseating. For the flame user to witness anyway.

Touya just thought you were spoilt, that Keigo spoiled you too much but you very much were the balance in this poly relationship.

The boys had nothing for each other besides their unhealthy amount of need for you. It worked because you were between them, Keigo could get along with anyone but Dabi had a different perspective on the world and people. He tolerated the winged hero for access to you, so he told you guys but deep down you knew he enjoyed this little dynamic. Keigo allowed Touya in, from then his warped view on life and people started to change because of you.

“T-Touya-“

“Where’s the cockiness gone doll? Didn’t save any of it for me?”

He gripped on your hip, his other hand moved and heard him unbuckle his belt behind you.

“Shame, know I love fucking it outta ya,”

Tapping his hard dick against your ass cheek, before guiding it to your pussy and running it from your entrance to clit.

“Guess m’just gonna have to get you all dumb again,” he sighed out, acting like it was a hindrance.

Hand on your hip smoothed up your back to grip your hair and pull it back as he leaned over you, staples digging into your skin and the buckle of his belt.

“S’show bird boy here how you deal with brats, he’s too lovesick with you to do it. Y’already warmed up right doll? So I don’t need to let you adjust.” Touya spoke against your lips, craning your neck back so he he brush them over yours.

“Someone gonna get these cuffs of me?” Keigo deadpanned under you.

“You got yourself into that situation bird brain, deal with it.”

Keigo sighed in annoyance as you whimpered out against Touya’s mouth as his deep groaned answered you back from bullying his dick in. Touya was longer but not as thick as Keigo, hitting you so deeply your eyes would unfocus and cross sometimes.

Keigo pouted under you with a frown watching as Touya handled you in his own way.

Man, maybe he really should stop spoiling you.

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I need to write more for Keigo, honestly adore him so much and I love writing him T_T