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LOVE LUST SICK | one shot. smut. GN! Reader. dom/sub. dom reader. degradation. use of "whore". wc. 1.6k
OTOYA was always a free spirit. Commitment was never his thing and neither were long term relationships. What was the point really? He's young, no use in settling down when there are so many people he could just have fun with. He remembers his first 'girlfriend' who in reality was just someone he fucked every now and then. A sappy, innocent, and sickingly sweet romance wasn't for him.
OTOYA thought things with you would be no different. You seemed like the perfect person for him too. Cute face, hot body he could never take his eyes off of, sexy voice, and not looking for anything serious from what he's heard. So when he saw you at a party one night, all alone, he wasn't gonna let the moment slip past. He started the conversation with the usual.
"Do I know you? You seem familiar." Of course you don't know him personally say you say no. Then the kicker comes in. "Weird. I'd remember a pretty face like yours."
It works every time without fail.
Except this time.
OTOYA didn't see the rejection coming. You said a simple "good try." with a chuckle before taking a sip of your drink and walking away. Damn. He'd never been rejected like that before. He's a charmer, his charisma is unmatched but none of that mattered to you.
And goodness was that so hot to him.
OTOYA had to admit the little game of cat mouse you two had going on was fun for a few weeks. His antics never stopped, no instead they got increasingly worse. He'd slide into your DM's every now and then.
"Hey pretty." It was always, pretty, gorgeous, beautiful. But no amount of flattery could make you give in. Instead you just leave on him read or send a thumbs down emoji. He found your lack of response inviting, enticing even.
"Cruel to live me on read like that."
He'd like every picture you post on insta, damn near liked every story. Followed you on tiktok, liked everything you post and even sometimes your reposts. Otoya didn't care if he came off as desperate.
You had this man wrapped around your finger with no way out.
Until he finally found a way to 'win'.
OTOYA is a master at this game. He gave you all the attention until he took it away. At first you thought finally, he found someone else to torment. You thought you'd be relived. Until you saw him making out him with some random chick at another party. He didn't even look into it, he's not even focused on the poor girl he's currently swapping spit with. No, he's looking at you.
Jealousy digs a pit in your stomach. What you were jealous of, no clue, it's not like he's yours. Hell this is what you wanted.
But it's not what you needed. Seeing the guy everyone admirers, everyone wants to fuck, on his knees was what you needed.
By the glare from your eyes Otoya knew he had you, hook line and sinker. When the girl asked to go somewhere private he just declines, telling her she's a horrible kisser and he doubts sex would be any better.
Harsh? Yes. But he doesn't care. The only thing he cares about right now is getting in your pants and the plan has just started.
OTOYA wasn't surprised to see you come play spin the bottle with his group of friends. He knew he'd get you curious eventually, it was only a matter of time. But what he didn't realize, when the bottle landed on you, was that he had no clue was he just got himself into.
OTOYA thought the second the closet door closed you'd be on him instantly. Hell you only have seven minutes alone. But you don't jump his bones. Rather you walk up to nice and slow, close and personal, eyes dark and sinful and place a hand on his chest. Your touch against his body gives him shivers, all of the built up desire from the anticipation swirling in his stomach.
"Looks like we're all alone..." He whispers, stare trapped by yours. "So...you gonna finally accept defeat?"
He expected a yes, but you laugh gently and shake your head. "You expect me to come crawling to you like a jealous groupie?" Your hand on his chest travels down his shirt, caressing his abs and stopping right at his belly button. "I don't think so."
"Oh yeah? That hand of yours and the look in your eyes say something different." His hands find your hips, thumbs pressed against your waist. "Why don't you tell me the truth. Go on."
He's cocky. Confident you'll cave because everyone does eventually. When your other and comes up to his cheek, warm and soft, what you say next is a complete left turn.
"You're so pathetic." You say, sweet voice but words full of venom. It should be demeaning. He should've took offense. But he didn't.
That just turned him on more.
"Blowing my phone up. Liking everything I post and even repost. You even kissed some poor girl just to make me jealous. You must have no fucking shame like a damn slut." Fuck, if every word you're saying isn't going to his dick then it's going straight to his head. Living there rent free for the rest of his life. Sure people have been rude to him before but this isn't rude.
It's degrading and it's hot.
"So be honest. Go on. Say your a manwhore and I'll give you only a taste of what you want." You thumb against his cheek moves down to his bottom lip, swiping slowly back and forth. Otoya expected a quick fuck session with a hot person, not with the damn devil. But he's not complaining.
OTOYA says it so fast. The words "I'm a whore." leaves his lips with a quickness that surprises even himself. The sinful grin on your lips damn near makes him weak in the knees. It's only when you tilt his chin down slightly and kiss him so sensually slow he whimpers for the first time in his life. You're too good of a kisser, tongue swirling around his too skilled, and your teeth biting his bottom lip too teasing.
It's not just your lips that have him drunk on lust and rock fucking hard, it's your hands touching his body like you own it. Groping the muscle of his chest, his biceps, nails dragging up and down his back. When you kiss his neck he moans a little too loud, the music outside loud enough to hide it but not from you. You teeth sink into his skin gently and his grip on you tightens, holding you like you're not the one pleasantly tormenting him right now.
OTOYA swears he could cum in his pants when you palm his hard cock through his pants. He'd never been this close this damn early before. Hell he's usually the one in control, the one making the other feel small and used. And yet, here he is, moaning like a damn virgin with your hand down his pants and lips lazy against his. The pleasure from your touch is immense but your words makes it all feel ten times better.
"Aren't you so pretty like this. Pathetic and about to cum in your pants from a one minute hand job. Thought you were a fuckboy not a virgin?" You whisper against his ear before capturing the lobe between your teeth. "So tell me, which one is it."
"I-I'm not- oh shit....a fucking virgin...ohh fuck." He can barely speak or even think when your thumb sweeps the tip, playing with the slit of his cock every time you stroke up. Pre cum just flowing out like a damn fountain, cock flushed pink and so hard against the soft but hard grip of your hand.
"Hmm your desperate moans and wet dick say something different." God you turned the tables so fast, he never saw this coming.
"You're so fucking mean..." He rests his head on your shoulder, shameful sounds of pleasure escaping with no resistance from him when he feels his orgasm coming. You don't slow down either, just speed up, stroking his weeping cock with no remorse. "F-fuck...I'm gonna cum-!"
"Then cum." You say, like a command.
OTOYA coats your hand white, seeing stars as his eyes roll to the back of his head. That was the best hand job of his life. And it ended in barely seven minutes. He could last barely seven minutes with you. The only thing in his mind as he comes down from his high was you.
When someone came knocking to tell you two time was up, you just wipe your hand on his pants and walk out of the closet. But not without saying "Don't get used to it." first.
For the first time in his life Otoya knew what it felt like to be on the receiving side of his bullshit. He just had the best orgasm ever and it wasn't even sex, just from your hand and lips whispering words of shame in his ear and with no guarantee of a next time.
For the first time in his life, he wanted someone more than they wanted him.
OTOYA was never into commitment. But he is committed to being owned like that again. You left him like a lovesick loser. But he's not in love. He's so deep in lust. Lustsick you could say. He'd play this game of cat and mouse to be cured only for a moment again and again. Your sex was the drug and his addiction. The cure and the cause.
☆SUMMARY. Karasu hasn't seen you in years, and suddenly you appear back in life as if it's no big deal. It takes the two of you navigating through words unsaid to finally confess.
☆WARNINGS. ANGST with a happy ending. Gender Neutral Reader!, confessions of feelings, intimacy (kissing).
☆A/N. Sorry this took so long. Life has been kicking my ass lately.
wc. 2.1k
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▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။|||| | Part One
"You came back..." Are the words that leave Karasu's lips. His eyes wide and stuck on how...different you look. It's been six years, of course you're gonna look different. But not like this. He still expected you and not who's in front of him right now. Imposter isn't the right word, neither is pretender.
Because neither an imposter nor pretender could shake his world with one look like you. Bring back the scent of his childhood like you. Or make him feel the pain he felt when you left like you.
Silence was a stranger to the two of you, and yet it's making is presence known so well right now. You don't know what to say and neither does he. A million questions are running through his mind.
'How have you been?'
'What was life like miles away?'
'Why...did you abandon me?'
He refuses to fix his mouth to say any of them though. Who was he to question you, the person he put above everyone else including himself? Karasu never wanted to see you hurt, or guilty, even when it's justified. So he says nothing when you say some excuse to leave and hurry off, watching his best friend leave him for a second time with no guarantee of seeing you again.
✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦
Coming back to your childhood home town for college was never the plan. It was your last resort actually. And yet here you are in the place that always felt more like home than your newer one. But no where felt like home unless Karasu was there with you. It's not like you meant to ghost him, life got busy, it got hard. You found yourself pushing away everyone close due to fear. Fear of being seen as less than. Fear of letting people who used to look up to you so much down. Karasu being one of those people.
You thought maybe if you'd let him be, he'd out grow you. Out grow whatever childish puppy love the two of you had. Go somewhere so much bigger than this small town and you. He can never see you like this, spark dying and melancholic.
So when you bump into him in the hallway, guilt crushes your soul. On the surface Karasu always looks like nothing bothers him, a poker face of composure that you rarely ever saw crack. Just now was one of those moments that mask of his chipped. You could see it in his eyes how much you hurt him, shame twisted it's way into the pit of your stomach, regret filling the air making it hard to breathe.
You owe him an explanation, but instead you ran away.
You run away every time you see him. In the hallway. In the one class the two of you share. The dining hall. At the fountain. In the dorm. Every sporting event. It was like he was haunting you.
And you were haunting him with the words left unsaid. Avoiding intimacy, too afraid it'll somehow make things worse between you and him.
You never wanted his broken heart in your hands.
✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦
"Dude...I don't care what you say, you're coming." Otoya, Karasu's roommate says one night. Friends isn't exactly how Karasu would describe their relationship. Karasu tolerates Otoya and all of his goofy, fuck boy bullshit. But a party is not something he can tolerate.
"Hell no." Karasu answers, his back on to the bed, eyes looking up at the ceiling. Otoya has been bugging him about this damn party for a week, saying he needs to 'let loose' for once. "Not my thing."
"We both know fun isn't your thing. But you've been moping around like a kicked puppy for weeks. About damn time you've have the college experience yeah?" There Otoya goes again, trying to make this sound beneficial when there were no benefits to getting drunk and fooling around. "Besides maybe you'll see a certain someone there." Otoya mutters that last part quick.
"Like who?" Karasu asks knowing he means you.
"You know exactly who. Everyone on this campus can see you pining for their attention like you're some romance anime love interest. Except you're the one that doesn't get picked cause they choose to not do anything about their feelings."
Karasu is really regretting telling Otoya about you now. He never said he was in love with you, but it doesn't take a genius to figure that out. Even someone like Otoya can put the pieces together.
"Still no, besides I'm over it now." A poorly executed lie that Otoya laughs at.
"You'll be over it when Rin smiles. Spoiler alert, that'll be never."
As annoying as his roommate is, sometimes Otoya does pull a chuckle out of Karasu. There's truth to his words though. You're the one that got away, the one that slipped through his grasp.
Karasu sits up against the wall near his bed. His eyes landing on the single picture of you and him from years ago. A sense of nostalgia washes over him as relives that moment. Remembering how happy was by your side before it all fell apart. Before you slipped through his fingers. And now even with the second chance he's granted, Karasu is still so scared of scaring you away. He never understood his feelings, all he ever understood was the he liked you.
And maybe...just maybe...it was time to face those feelings head on.
"....fine." Karasu says and by the way Otoya cheers he can already tell this is either going to be the worst or best mistake of his life.
✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦
Spoiler alert. So far it's the worst. The house they're in is so crowded, too many people screaming and dancing. The music loud and damn near blowing out his ear drums. Karasu finds himself outside on the balcony, watching the night sky. Something the two of you used to do often. Red solo cup half full and he has no intention of finishing it either.
He's too focused on the nostalgia of it all to hear the footsteps coming.
"Still so pretty huh?" The last person Karasu expects to see says, now standing next to him. It's you.
"Yeah." The word escapes before he can even process it, eyes glued to your form, the soft texture of your skin. The once vibrant color of your hair starting to fade but that doesn't fade your beauty at all. For the first time in weeks he gets to see you up close again, and now he's come to the conclusion that change has never looked so good on a person before you.
"What are you doing here?" You say next. Karasu can hear the waves in your voice.
Are you...nervous?
"Could ask you the same thing." He responds like it hasn't been six years. "Didn't think parties would be your thing."
"They're not but...they're fun every now and then." You answer, taking another sip from your half empty cup. "Alcohol tastes like shit though."
Hearing you cuss like that is doing something to him.
"Yeah." Silence ways the atmosphere down for a bit.
If Karasu was ever going to face his feelings, now would be the only time. But there's a million things to say, a million questions he wanted to ask. He doesn't know where to start but-
"I'm sorry." You speak up before he can, Karasu takes his eyes off the stars and looks at you. "I...was..am a terrible friend huh?"
Karasu's still at a loss for words. It's unusual to see you doubt yourself and be so...self-critical. When you were young, it was like you could do no wrong to him. However, now he's finally seeing you, analyzing you on a deeper level. As perfect as you are, you're human.
"You don't have to but....I want to start over-"
"Yes." You can barely finish the sentence before he answers. It's your turn to face him now. Even in the night you can see the way his pupils dilate when he looks at you, see that softness under that mask of his. And you realize that it didn't matter how far you fell, Karasu was always there to raise you up again.
In that instant something in the air had changed, the fog of doubt was finally lifted.
This time is going to be different. This time neither of you were going to wait in unspoken confessions of love. This time he's going to do it right.
"Yes it hurt to watch you leave. It hurt even more to not hear from you for years. To wonder if you replaced me with someone else." Karasu says, his emotions pouring out like a waterfall, dramatic but bashful. His words stung deep in your heart, but you came ready, prepared to hear it all. "But I...I forgive you. I never blamed you. Never hated you cause I can't."
"Tabito-" You starts but he stops you, his hands finding your hips. No longer scared to reach for what he wants.
"No because it's true. You could do your worst and I'll still believe you're the best thing to ever happen to me." His says so unconditionally.
"Why?" You ask, confused on how after all this time he could still feel for you after what you've done.
"Why? Because you were everything to me. You make me feel so much more than ordinary, even when I don't want to believe it. Just being next to you...I...I felt like I could do anything. No amount of time apart was ever going to change that."
You can tell by the determination in his eyes he means every word. He's no longer the thirteen year old kid who didn't know what it meant to like someone. His touch and faze full of so much conviction now.
"I don't know what I did to deserve you." You smile and Karasu feels weak. Because that's exactly what he's been missing in his life.
Is you and your smile. He's always liked your face, but your lips especially cause so many good things about you are associated with it. Your smile, your voice, your laugh. Karasu leans closer out of instinct, everything around him that isn't you being forgotten.
"Tabito?" You say his name so softly. His face only inches away from yours, eyes locked on your lips because he wants more than just start over. He wants more than just friendship. He wants to be more than just ordinary guy associated with you.
No, he wants to be yours.
"Can I...kiss you?" He whispers against your lips, already half way there, and only closing the distance when you say...
"Yes."
To say you haven't thought about kissing Karasu before would be a lie. You always imagined he'd be bad at it, a bit slow and tentative. He was so shy as a kid, you could never picture it going any other way. And yet right now, you're questioning if you've had Karasu misunderstood this entire time.
He kisses you like he's going to die if stops, as if you're the air he breathes. His hands on your hips pulling you closer, grip so tight so he'll never lose you again. The kiss deepens with a tilt of your head, your hands bunching the fabric of his shirt against his defined chest. The passion is enough to sweep you off your feet and make you want to stay in his arms forever.
When you break apart you're a bit dazed from it all. In reality you should've said no to kissing him, it's your first time reconnecting in years with a lot left to unpack. And yet you're not regretting your decision at all when he pushes his forehead against yours, still holding you so close.
"I like you...so much." He whispers so tender, words raw and straight from the heart.
"I like you too." You whisper back. Your eyes closed but all you see is him.
You lean in for another kiss until a quick white flash from the balcony sliding door stops you in your tracks. You both snap out of it and whip your heads to the glass sliding door with no damn curtains and see Otoya there with his phone, holding up a thumbs up.
"I'm gonna kill him." Karasu mutters and you just laugh.
"Don't it's probably a cute picture. Besides we need some to make up for lost time right?" You smile again and of course Karasu can't say no to you.
"Fine. But once he sends to me I'm deleting it off his phone." Karasu says so stubborn.
"Deal."
After that night life started to feel close to how it was back then, but so much better.
Hmmm may or may not post part 2.5 with smut.... just a little drabble....
☆SUMMARY. Karasu hasn't seen you in years, and suddenly you appear back in life as if it's no big deal. It takes the two of you navigating through words unsaid to finally confess.
☆WARNINGS. ANGST with a happy ending. Gender Neutral Reader!, confessions of feelings, intimacy (kissing).
☆A/N. Sorry this took so long. Life has been kicking my ass lately.
wc. 2.1k
TAGLIST: @tasixix @karasusluvr @faultswithscholtz @zhamooz @megumikeeptalkingimalmostthere @x3nafix @tr4shy-kittyyy @shimiyayshimiyaydrank
▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။|||| | Part One
"You came back..." Are the words that leave Karasu's lips. His eyes wide and stuck on how...different you look. It's been six years, of course you're gonna look different. But not like this. He still expected you and not who's in front of him right now. Imposter isn't the right word, neither is pretender.
Because neither an imposter nor pretender could shake his world with one look like you. Bring back the scent of his childhood like you. Or make him feel the pain he felt when you left like you.
Silence was a stranger to the two of you, and yet it's making is presence known so well right now. You don't know what to say and neither does he. A million questions are running through his mind.
'How have you been?'
'What was life like miles away?'
'Why...did you abandon me?'
He refuses to fix his mouth to say any of them though. Who was he to question you, the person he put above everyone else including himself? Karasu never wanted to see you hurt, or guilty, even when it's justified. So he says nothing when you say some excuse to leave and hurry off, watching his best friend leave him for a second time with no guarantee of seeing you again.
✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦
Coming back to your childhood home town for college was never the plan. It was your last resort actually. And yet here you are in the place that always felt more like home than your newer one. But no where felt like home unless Karasu was there with you. It's not like you meant to ghost him, life got busy, it got hard. You found yourself pushing away everyone close due to fear. Fear of being seen as less than. Fear of letting people who used to look up to you so much down. Karasu being one of those people.
You thought maybe if you'd let him be, he'd out grow you. Out grow whatever childish puppy love the two of you had. Go somewhere so much bigger than this small town and you. He can never see you like this, spark dying and melancholic.
So when you bump into him in the hallway, guilt crushes your soul. On the surface Karasu always looks like nothing bothers him, a poker face of composure that you rarely ever saw crack. Just now was one of those moments that mask of his chipped. You could see it in his eyes how much you hurt him, shame twisted it's way into the pit of your stomach, regret filling the air making it hard to breathe.
You owe him an explanation, but instead you ran away.
You run away every time you see him. In the hallway. In the one class the two of you share. The dining hall. At the fountain. In the dorm. Every sporting event. It was like he was haunting you.
And you were haunting him with the words left unsaid. Avoiding intimacy, too afraid it'll somehow make things worse between you and him.
You never wanted his broken heart in your hands.
✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦
"Dude...I don't care what you say, you're coming." Otoya, Karasu's roommate says one night. Friends isn't exactly how Karasu would describe their relationship. Karasu tolerates Otoya and all of his goofy, fuck boy bullshit. But a party is not something he can tolerate.
"Hell no." Karasu answers, his back on to the bed, eyes looking up at the ceiling. Otoya has been bugging him about this damn party for a week, saying he needs to 'let loose' for once. "Not my thing."
"We both know fun isn't your thing. But you've been moping around like a kicked puppy for weeks. About damn time you've have the college experience yeah?" There Otoya goes again, trying to make this sound beneficial when there were no benefits to getting drunk and fooling around. "Besides maybe you'll see a certain someone there." Otoya mutters that last part quick.
"Like who?" Karasu asks knowing he means you.
"You know exactly who. Everyone on this campus can see you pining for their attention like you're some romance anime love interest. Except you're the one that doesn't get picked cause they choose to not do anything about their feelings."
Karasu is really regretting telling Otoya about you now. He never said he was in love with you, but it doesn't take a genius to figure that out. Even someone like Otoya can put the pieces together.
"Still no, besides I'm over it now." A poorly executed lie that Otoya laughs at.
"You'll be over it when Rin smiles. Spoiler alert, that'll be never."
As annoying as his roommate is, sometimes Otoya does pull a chuckle out of Karasu. There's truth to his words though. You're the one that got away, the one that slipped through his grasp.
Karasu sits up against the wall near his bed. His eyes landing on the single picture of you and him from years ago. A sense of nostalgia washes over him as relives that moment. Remembering how happy was by your side before it all fell apart. Before you slipped through his fingers. And now even with the second chance he's granted, Karasu is still so scared of scaring you away. He never understood his feelings, all he ever understood was the he liked you.
And maybe...just maybe...it was time to face those feelings head on.
"....fine." Karasu says and by the way Otoya cheers he can already tell this is either going to be the worst or best mistake of his life.
✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦
Spoiler alert. So far it's the worst. The house they're in is so crowded, too many people screaming and dancing. The music loud and damn near blowing out his ear drums. Karasu finds himself outside on the balcony, watching the night sky. Something the two of you used to do often. Red solo cup half full and he has no intention of finishing it either.
He's too focused on the nostalgia of it all to hear the footsteps coming.
"Still so pretty huh?" The last person Karasu expects to see says, now standing next to him. It's you.
"Yeah." The word escapes before he can even process it, eyes glued to your form, the soft texture of your skin. The once vibrant color of your hair starting to fade but that doesn't fade your beauty at all. For the first time in weeks he gets to see you up close again, and now he's come to the conclusion that change has never looked so good on a person before you.
"What are you doing here?" You say next. Karasu can hear the waves in your voice.
Are you...nervous?
"Could ask you the same thing." He responds like it hasn't been six years. "Didn't think parties would be your thing."
"They're not but...they're fun every now and then." You answer, taking another sip from your half empty cup. "Alcohol tastes like shit though."
Hearing you cuss like that is doing something to him.
"Yeah." Silence ways the atmosphere down for a bit.
If Karasu was ever going to face his feelings, now would be the only time. But there's a million things to say, a million questions he wanted to ask. He doesn't know where to start but-
"I'm sorry." You speak up before he can, Karasu takes his eyes off the stars and looks at you. "I...was..am a terrible friend huh?"
Karasu's still at a loss for words. It's unusual to see you doubt yourself and be so...self-critical. When you were young, it was like you could do no wrong to him. However, now he's finally seeing you, analyzing you on a deeper level. As perfect as you are, you're human.
"You don't have to but....I want to start over-"
"Yes." You can barely finish the sentence before he answers. It's your turn to face him now. Even in the night you can see the way his pupils dilate when he looks at you, see that softness under that mask of his. And you realize that it didn't matter how far you fell, Karasu was always there to raise you up again.
In that instant something in the air had changed, the fog of doubt was finally lifted.
This time is going to be different. This time neither of you were going to wait in unspoken confessions of love. This time he's going to do it right.
"Yes it hurt to watch you leave. It hurt even more to not hear from you for years. To wonder if you replaced me with someone else." Karasu says, his emotions pouring out like a waterfall, dramatic but bashful. His words stung deep in your heart, but you came ready, prepared to hear it all. "But I...I forgive you. I never blamed you. Never hated you cause I can't."
"Tabito-" You starts but he stops you, his hands finding your hips. No longer scared to reach for what he wants.
"No because it's true. You could do your worst and I'll still believe you're the best thing to ever happen to me." His says so unconditionally.
"Why?" You ask, confused on how after all this time he could still feel for you after what you've done.
"Why? Because you were everything to me. You make me feel so much more than ordinary, even when I don't want to believe it. Just being next to you...I...I felt like I could do anything. No amount of time apart was ever going to change that."
You can tell by the determination in his eyes he means every word. He's no longer the thirteen year old kid who didn't know what it meant to like someone. His touch and faze full of so much conviction now.
"I don't know what I did to deserve you." You smile and Karasu feels weak. Because that's exactly what he's been missing in his life.
Is you and your smile. He's always liked your face, but your lips especially cause so many good things about you are associated with it. Your smile, your voice, your laugh. Karasu leans closer out of instinct, everything around him that isn't you being forgotten.
"Tabito?" You say his name so softly. His face only inches away from yours, eyes locked on your lips because he wants more than just start over. He wants more than just friendship. He wants to be more than just ordinary guy associated with you.
No, he wants to be yours.
"Can I...kiss you?" He whispers against your lips, already half way there, and only closing the distance when you say...
"Yes."
To say you haven't thought about kissing Karasu before would be a lie. You always imagined he'd be bad at it, a bit slow and tentative. He was so shy as a kid, you could never picture it going any other way. And yet right now, you're questioning if you've had Karasu misunderstood this entire time.
He kisses you like he's going to die if stops, as if you're the air he breathes. His hands on your hips pulling you closer, grip so tight so he'll never lose you again. The kiss deepens with a tilt of your head, your hands bunching the fabric of his shirt against his defined chest. The passion is enough to sweep you off your feet and make you want to stay in his arms forever.
When you break apart you're a bit dazed from it all. In reality you should've said no to kissing him, it's your first time reconnecting in years with a lot left to unpack. And yet you're not regretting your decision at all when he pushes his forehead against yours, still holding you so close.
"I like you...so much." He whispers so tender, words raw and straight from the heart.
"I like you too." You whisper back. Your eyes closed but all you see is him.
You lean in for another kiss until a quick white flash from the balcony sliding door stops you in your tracks. You both snap out of it and whip your heads to the glass sliding door with no damn curtains and see Otoya there with his phone, holding up a thumbs up.
"I'm gonna kill him." Karasu mutters and you just laugh.
"Don't it's probably a cute picture. Besides we need some to make up for lost time right?" You smile again and of course Karasu can't say no to you.
"Fine. But once he sends to me I'm deleting it off his phone." Karasu says so stubborn.
"Deal."
After that night life started to feel close to how it was back then, but so much better.
Hmmm may or may not post part 2.5 with smut.... just a little drabble....
☆SUMMARY. Karasu hasn't seen childhood best friend! reader in years. No texts, calls, not even a letter about how you're doing after your family moved away. You were his favorite person, and he thought he was yours. So when he sees you at college on move in day, everything about you has changed, a conflicting mix of longing and hurt clouds his head.
☆WARNINGS. Gender Neutral Reader!, college au! childhood best friends to strangers to lovers, fluff and angst, reader has piercings and a tattoo, reader is kind of a loser in the present, a really cool loser though.
☆A/N. based off the song "in my room" by julia wolf. umm lowkey got emotional writing this ngl.
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TAGLIST: @tchmiya
As a kid, Karasu always found you so cool. The way you stand up for yourself no matter what, the way you never followed trends and did whatever you wanted, the way you never posed to be someone you're not. He looked up to you just as much as he envied you.
"Tabi! Look at the sky, it's so pretty." You said to him, both of your backs to the grass of the hill near his house. "It's your favorite color."
"My favorite color isn't purple." Karasu was always so technical, making sure things are right down to the last detail. He couldn't help the way he perceived the world, even as a kid. "But yeah, it's pretty I guess."
He remembers how he turned to look at you that day. Ordinary things always moved him, and they always hurt him but you were far from ordinary.
He remembered the breeze that day, blowing through your hair, waking up goosebumps on his skin, cooling the warmth on his cheeks. He remembered how the dwindling sunlight lit up your skin, like a super nova in the dark. That day he realized why he was so enamored by you.
You made the simplest things no longer simple. A sunset, a breeze, silence on a hill, there was beauty in everything when he was around you. Sometimes you made it possible for him to see it in himself.
"Indigo is basically purple." You said to him, teasingly knowing that it's not.
"Maybe if you're colorblind." The purple sky shifted into night soon enough. He remembers the fireflies that came out when the moon rose. You always tried your hardest to catch one and watch it light up your palms and that night you succeeded.
"Tabi! I caught one!" You sounded to excited it practically melted his cold little heart. "Look look!"
You opened up your lit up palms, little firefly inside like a personal lamp. A pretty shade of yellow illuminated your hands, the low half of your face and your eyes. Little Karasu paid no mind to the poor firefly in your hands, he stared only at you, as if you were the only star in the night sky.
Karasu was convinced he was in love with you. Other middle school kids would tease him about it, it's obvious. They'd ask why he hasn't confessed yet and his only answer was because he wasn't good enough. Your friendship already didn't make much sense. You were amazing he was dead weight. No matter how many times you tried to convince him he wasn't mediocre he'd always believe that he is.
To be thirteen and in love with someone like you was such a dangerous thing.
"You need some posters or something in here." You said one day doing homework in his room. He was a simple guy, not much of a decorator.
"What'd be the point in that?" He tossed his pencil to the side, facing you sitting up against the headboard of his bed.
"Well, if I walked in here not knowing it's your room, I'd have no clue that it's yours. Nothing in here gives a semblance of you ya know?" You pointed around at the blank walls. He didn't know what he'd even put up there. There's not much to him, he likes soccer and you.
"Still sounds pointless."
You rolled your eyes and bumped his shoulder playfully. Outside of soccer you were the only person allowed to touch him.
"Here, I got an idea." He remembered when you leaned over to reach into your bag, pulling out a polaroid camera you got for your birthday. You took the fastest picture of you two, you didn't even say smile. Not like he was gonna smile anyways.
"Really?" He said with an unimpressed look and a raised eyebrow. Karasu used to feign annoyance with you but he could never truly be annoyed.
"Yes really, Tabi." The camera dispensed the picture, you set it on his desk to develop. "You know I'm right though, I'm always right."
"You're so delusional." Karasu bumped your shoulder back and you chuckle, playfully pushing him back. Homework long forgotten when a pillow goes flying. Laughs and huffs for air filled his room along with the rustle of the two of you play fighting. Every time this would happen he'd let you win.
When you both got tired out he plopped down next to you, the sound of your soft laughter replaying in his head. In that moment he contemplated telling you how he felt. Telling you everything.
"Ya know Tabito...you might not believe me but...you're the bestest best friend ever." You smiled, so genuine. That word, friend, sent a pang of something through his heart. Pain? Insecurity? Recognition.
Karasu recognized that he, no matter how strongly he felt, would never be more than you're best friend. And in that moment, in his room with nothing in it but you, he was okay with that.
When you left his house that night, he came back to the picture the two of you took still on his desk. His awkward face of surprise, that whimsy grin he loves so much on your lips. A candid photo that completely encapsulated the dynamic of your friendship.
That night Karasu pinned it to the wall, above his desk. It was the first thing of you, in his room.
The second thing was a picture his mom took of him and you. Your arm on his shoulder and his gold medal he won around his neck and in his hand. He remembered scoring that day, and you were there to watch. Karasu never understood your support for him, you had a million other things you could've been doing, but no you came to watch him play. That picture went up right next to first one.
Plenty more followed, objects too. Things you bought him, manga, books, stupid little figures you would by him as jokes. So many mementos of you and him. Everyday his space would get more and more personal. And everyday his little crush on you grew. He pushed those feelings down, scared to ruin the only perfect friendship he had. He saw no point in confessing to you, not when he had his whole life to spend close to you like this.
To Karasu, this close was enough, there's still so much time the two of you have.
But time is a friend to no one.
The day he remembers the most, the one where you weren't like your usual self, when the sky was grey and a light drizzle of rain continued to hit his window.
"Tabito...I have something to tell you." You had said, expression not your usual happy one. There's not many times he'd seen you sad. Karasu sat next to you on his bed, air heavy instead of light.
"Yeah? What's wrong?" Karasu's perceptive, he could tell something had been bothering you that entire week but he didn't ask. He knew you as an honest person, if it was something serious you'd tell him eventually. And here you are.
"Tabi... we'll be friends no matter what right?" You had said, doubt plaguing your mind.
"Well yeah...why you ask?" Karasu started to feel anxious. He hated feeling anxious. His throat closing up, heartbeat quickening, hands starting to clench.
"I-I'm moving away..." You had said, the words the beginning of his dread. "My dad got a new job across the country..."
The rain started to hit harder, it was like the world was connected to your emotions.
Karasu didn't know how to feel. He wasn't angry or sad, especially not at you. It wasn't your fault. And it wasn't his.
So why was he so upset with himself?
Upset with every word he never said, every refrain from reaching out to touch you more. Regret filled his chest, sorrow made it hard to speak, and fear made it hard to look you in the eyes. And even then, in that melancholy moment you reached to him, your simple touch against his cheek washed away every negative emotion.
"I don't leave until two weeks, until then save the sad kicked puppy expression yeah?" You tried to smile and so did he.
Those two weeks were the longest and somehow also the shortest of his life. When he wasn't busy with soccer he was with you. Karasu mentally cursed at himself so much in those weeks for taking the time he had with you for granted. And yet when with the time ticking away it made every moment with you so much more special.
Karasu cherished everything. Every smile and laugh, playful shove and nudge, every second of just being in presence. Even the tears the rolled down your soft skin the final night before you left. For once he allowed himself to touch you, wiping those tears away because someone as pretty as you didn't deserve to ever cry.
"Tabito...I promise I'll never forget you." Your voice was so shaky.
"Don't say that. You make it sound like we'll never see each other again." For once it was his touch reassuring you.
"Tabi what if I come back...and you look so different...I don't recognize you or something?" Karasu found it funny how you could be so goofy even being sad.
"I highly doubt that." His thumb caressed your cheek.
"What if you like start wearing your hair all weird with hair gel. And I can't tell-"
"Yeah cause my hair will make that much of a difference." He said, and you wobbly smiled. "I promise...I won't forget you either."
He was so close he could have kissed you. And maybe he should've that day, maybe that would've changed everything for the better.
Maybe you would've stayed.
But in the end he didn't. He let himself be pulled in for the deepest hug of his life. For him, that was enough. Because he knew he'd see you again. He knew you'd keep in touch. The spark between you and him would never die, not to a bit of distance.
At least that's what he thought.
Today makes six years since the last time he's talked to you.
Six years since you left him on read. Six years since he thought maybe you'd call him to catch up on your new life. Six years since he's seen the only person he ever dared to fall in love with.
Six years since he added to his mementos of you and him. In all of that time he hasn't touched any of it, too afraid that if he throws any of it away you'll really be gone forever. It wasn't fair, how you had him surrounded with your presence and you're not even here anymore. How you constantly reminded him of what could have been.
One day he made an Instagram account, only because the whole soccer team said he should. Over time he got curious about you, wondering what you were doing. What you looked like. If you were missing him as much as he missed you. But he never searched for your account. To afraid to see if you moved on.
If you left everything, including him, behind.
He somehow survived high school without you, although losing himself in the process. Karasu became so much more cynical, a victim to his 'mediocrity'. A person everyone knows but no one is close to.
During all that time he was hurt by you sure, but never angry at you. He could never be angry at you, why would he when he's the ordinary one? The only person that made him feel any more than ordinary was you.
Packing for college was the second hardest day of his life, the first being the day you left. He couldn't decide if he was ready to finally let you go. To leave the idea of you behind.
In the end....he couldn't. The very first photo he put up of you and him, the awkward polaroid on above his desk now on his new one in his dorm.
"Dude...who's that?" His roommate, Otoya, says curiously. In their text messages before meeting Karasu said nothing about a significant other. He would remember if he did, Otoya only asked a thousand times. "You lyin to me already?"
Karasu scoffed, as annoying as Otoya may seem Karasu could tell he isn't a bad guy. "No one, just someone I used to know."
"An ex? Keeping a picture of your ex is kinda pathetic lowkey."
"Shut up! We weren't together." Karasu doesn't know how he's going to survive this new living arrangement of his. "We were just friends."
Right, just friends.
When Karasu leaves the room to get the last of the his boxes from the car Otoya calls out, "If you say so!" Karasu might just end up killing the guy before the end of the semester. Before Karasu can yell back he bumps into someone knocking them over.
"Oh shit, my bad." He lends out a helping hand down to the person on the floor and when said person looks up, what would've been a familiar head of hair a different color, big eyes now tired, lips that always used to smile stuck in a slim line with a piercing looks back up at him.
And when said person makes eye contact, everything stops, they freeze. Karasu's lost however, this person doesn't exactly look familiar so why are they staring at him like he's crazy.
"Do I know you?" He says, eyes scanning down. Piercings, dyed hair, and is that a tattoo? He doesn't know anyone this...cool? But it all comes crashing down when they speak.
When you speak.
"T-Tabito..." You say so softly. He instantly remembers the way you used to say his name. He remembers that look in your eyes, how they shine when you'd find something pretty. "Holy shit...."
It had been six years since he last saw you.
Six years since he felt this pang in his heart.
Six years since he'd been thirteen and in love.
"You...came back..."
Will reader and Karasu reconnect or will it all go to shit? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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☾SUMMARY You finally cave and give the boy you've been sexting what he's been begging for. You expected this little situation of yours to be over after...but Atsumu's better than that.
☾WARNINGS Gender Neutral Reader x Miya Atsumu, college au!, NFSW, smut, oral (character receiving), cowgirl, reader rides tsumu, light dom/sub undertones, tsumu's so cocky until shit gets real, praise, degradation, bickering, and flirting,
☾A/N ah yes the part you all have been waiting for ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). Sorry this came out a bit late, wanted to post it last night but I was busy drowning in class work. (╥﹏╥)
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Most college students spend their Friday nights going out, getting drunk, and making bad decisions they'll probably regret later. You? Nope, instead you're in the bleachers of your gym waiting for the volleyball game Atsumu begged you to come to, to start.
What made you say yes? You had no obligation to. It's not like he's your friend. Just some guy who accidently sent you a picture of his dick....and who's in the same class as you...and has been lowkey obsessed with you since then...
And you're obsessed with him too. It's hard not to be. Even though you sometimes find his cockiness annoying, he can be oddly charming. But you'll never let him know any of that, his ego is already big enough.
It's not long until the entire bleachers are full of people. And by full, you see no empty seats. You got a good spot though, right in the middle. Atsumu can't miss you, all he has to do is look over. But he's not. No, he's laser focused. Smug grin still on his lips but his eyes the most determined you've ever seen them.
He's usually so unserious, laid back and casual around you. Yet as you watch the game play out you see a completely new side of him. One that's demanding, composed and so care-free at the same time. You've been staring at only him, the entire time.
Not the score. Or the other team. Hell the only time you notice the damn ball is when it's in his hands. The very same hands that you've fantasized about for a week.
The very same hands twenty other people in the crowd probably think about too.
One thing has been bugging you since the game started. The amount of people yelling and screaming his name. Of course he has fans. You know how well known he is.
Doesn't make it any less annoying.
But it shouldn't be annoying...it's not like you two are a thing.
It's not like you want to be a thing...and if that was the case...
Then why are you here?
Why did you call him last night? Why continue to text him? To put up with his antics in class? To shake your head and smile at every stupid joke he tells you? To blush and get butterflies after every compliment he says to you?
You like him. That's why.
And when you see his eyes scan the crowd after the first set ends, the second they find you and he smiles so genuine. You have a feeling maybe he likes you a little bit too.
After the game ends and they win, because of course they do, you sit in the bleachers waiting. Your face in your phone, pretending to be occupied while everyone else is leaving. When the gym is almost empty you hear...
"I don't even have to ask, I know you're totally impressed." Atsumu says to you, his voice making your head snap up.
"Maybe I am...or maybe not." You say. Obviously you're not gonna feed his ego trip, even if he is right. You let yourself stare at him, his sweaty blonde hair sticking to his forehead, the prominent veins in his arms, how his jersey fits around his body.
"There's no maybe, I know you're impressed."
"You know nothing."
The walk to his car feels so long but shot at the same time. The two of you bickering back and forth like you've known each other for ages. When in reality it's been about a week.
"Okay well, I guess I should say good job for winning even if you did ok." You say teasing him.
"Ok?! I did so much better than okay. You saw how many service aces I had." He huffs, it's almost cute how easy he is to rile up.
"Hmm did I?" You put a finger to your lip, acting oblivious.
"You sure did. You never took your eyes off me." He says with a smirk on his face. "You thought I wouldn't notice sweetheart?"
Of course he noticed.
"Whatever, go ahead and make up whatever lies you tell yourself." You roll your eyes, dramatic and posing as if he isn't right. When the two of you get to his car you try to say you'll just walk back to your dorm and Atsumu isn't gonna allow that.
"Hell no. It's pitch black outside and I don't mind giving you a ride. We literally live in the same building." He opens the door for you.
You should say no. But you don't, you don't even try to argue. You just step inside and sit down. His car is nicer than nice, it still has that new car smell you like.
"Is that why you have such nice legs? You walk everywhere?" Atsumu says as he reverses out of the spot.
"Just shut up and drive." You blush. It's a habit of his to make a compliment out of everything you do.
The drive isn't far at all, so much quicker than walking. When he parks, it's silent for a couple of seconds. You're thinking about what to do next.
Do you tell him goodnight and go to your room like you would usually do? Or give into the voice in the back of your head telling you to do what you truly want?
"Anyways thanks for comin', I know you're probably tired-" He starts but then...
"Says who? I'm not tired." You say, eyes dark and flirty.
The face Atsumu makes is one of surprise, like he can't believe what he's hearing. You always say no. You always let it get to a point and then stop. As if there's some force holding you back, but not tonight.
"Why don't you take me to your room? I remember you saying you lost your tv remote right?"
"Yeah....sure." He says so softly, such a stark contrast to his demeanor a few minutes ago. It's your first time seeing him like this in person, and damn does it make your want for him swirl inside of you.
The walk inside and to his room is quiet. Which is odd since Atsumu is rarely ever quiet. He always makes his presence known, especially to you. But right now he's kind of sheepish, avoiding your gaze and glancing at you only when he thinks you're not looking.
And when you finally step inside.
"I uh...have to shower..." Atsumu says staring at the floor.
"Okay, I can wait." You say so gently. Atsumu fidgets, he can't decide what he likes more. You when you're mean or you when you're so sweet. "Can I sit on your bed."
"Yes! Er- I mean...yeah sure." He tries to hide how excited his is.
When sit down on his bed it takes everything to not jump your bones right then and there. He walks away to his bathroom stiff as ever like he didn't just playa whole game.
It's funny and you can't help but feel enamored by him. While he's in the shower you glance around, it's neater than what you thought it'd be. There's a picture frame on his desk of him and someone that looks damn near just like him...
When gets out of the shower, in only a towel mind you, you ask "Why did you never tell me you have a twin?"
"Ugh don't remind me." He scoffs.
"Ya know you probably just broke the world record for fastest shower ever." You tease and stand up, eyes raking down his half naked body. He freezes like a deer caught in headlights.
"I-I onl-"
"Is there something you're in a rush for?" Your gaze catches his. He's staring at you like he's scared you'll disappear, scared that this isn't real and he's dreaming. But you're palm against his cheek makes the reality settle in.
"Yeah..." He whispers so quietly you almost miss it. His gaze moving down to your lips. He nuzzles into the palm of your hand, still in shock that you're really here touching him like this.
"And what would that be?" You say, other hand undoing the knot in the towel around his waist, letting it fall to the floor. Your mouth waters at the sight of him already hard. A picture of his hard cock is what started all of this and gosh you're grateful.
"To do all the things we said we would." Atsumu's eyes dark with lust and hands itching to finally touch you the way he's been craving.
"There's something I want to do first." You say, somehow stepping even closer. Personal space no longer existent.
"Yeah?" Atsumu says. "Do it." He says like a desire wrapped in a dare.
In that instant your lips found his in a tooth-rotting sweet kiss that has him week in the knees. It deepens when you wrap your arms around his neck, one hand in his wet hair and his hands on your hips pulling you close like close ain't close enough. Your tongue glides against his and he groans.
You break the kiss to kiss the column of his neck, a bite and lick here and there. Your lips warm against his skin, his neck, his collarbone, his chest. When you sink to your knees Atsumu swears he died and this is heaven.
"You don't have to-"
"Shhh I want to." You whisper, hands on his hips, face resting against his strong thighs. "Is this what you want?"
"Fuck yes." He says immediately it's almost pathetic.
No more talking, your lips kiss his thigh, hand wrapping around the base of his cock and then kissing the tip like you own it. He whimpers just from the sight, the amount of times he's fantasized this exact moment while staring at pictures of your lips is insanity.
When your lips finally wrap around the shaft he moans your name, gently grabbing the back of your head. Not to force you no, only to ground himself from the immense pleasure he feels. It's almost too much, the wet and warm cavern of your mouth feels too damn good. It only takes a few bobs of your head down his cock for him to whine.
"Shit-feels so good! I-I can't...you're so good..." He's just blabbering away while you suck the life out of him. You pull off with a pop and stroke him a couple of times, saliva making it easy.
"You were so cocky on the way here, what happened? My mouth that good huh?" You say, not breaking eye contact once.
"Not just your mouth..." He says, a familiar blush you've seen before trickling onto his skin.
When you take him into your mouth again, deeper this time his grip tightens in your hair. He's already so close and you've barely done anything.
"I'm so close...ohh fuck- I can't-" Before you push him over the edge you stop. "W-why'd you-"
"Because we're just getting started." You say, rising up from your knees to kiss him again. "I remember saying I wanted to do more than just suck you off."
"Yeah..." He whispers and then presses his lips against yours, kissing you while bringing you down on the bed.
"Undress me." You whisper against his lips and his calloused hands shed every piece of clothing off your body. His touch is everything and more than what you imagined it'd be. He caresses every valley and gropes every curve.
"You're so hot. Hotter than the pictures." His eyes full of lust and maybe even love. He lets you push him down to his bed with a finger to his chest.
Your legs straddle his hips, his cock almost trapped between his body and where you need him most. "Ya know...so many girls, and guys even, were cheering your name at your game." You trace a pattern on his chest. "You tell them to come too?"
"No, only you." He answers immediately.
"Oh yeah? So no one else gets to see you like this? I find that hard to believe." You grind down and moans, his voice so needy.
"Only you I promise. No one else could make me feel like this."
"Really? It's our first time and I haven't even fucked you yet. And here you are, talking like you're mine." You say, voice dark and seductive. "Is that what you want? To be mine?"
"Yes! Fucking hell yes." His thick brows knit together and deep blush painting his cheeks. "Please fuck me, ride my cock till I can't take it. It's yours and no one else's."
"Okay then pretty boy, I'll give you what you want." You take his cock in your hand, leading him inside of you and then sinking down slowly. The stretch is painfully good, thick girthy cock stretching you like elastic. When you bottom out a heavy pleasure filled sigh escapes your lips.
"You're so..so tight...feels so good." Atsumu says, already drunk on pleasure. His hands grasping hard at your hips as you lift yourself up and back down on his cock.
"mmm you're so big Tsumu, thought about riding your cock ever since you sent me that damn dick pic." His cock hits all the right spots deep within you, the tip kissing that spot that sends pleasure up your spine. You chase your own orgasm, using him like he asked, bouncing on his dick with speed and and vigor as you get closer and closer to coming undone. "fuck...cock feels so damn good Tsumu I'm gonna cum."
"Please cum...please..." He whines, the sounds of his name coming from your mouth goes straight to his cock.
You lean down and capture his lips in a sloppy open mouth kiss, swallowing some of his sweet sounds. "Fuck me." You say and he listens cause why wouldn't he? He pistons his hips up into you, fucking that fat cock inside of your gummy and warm walls so good and whimpering moaning the whole damn time. "Yeah just like that, ohh-fuck me Tsumu."
It takes a few more thrusts inside until he's whining in your ear about how close he is.
"Cum for me Tsumu, cum inside." That's all it takes and he's erupting inside of you with a deep moan of your name. The feeling of his cum painting your insides pushes you over the edge, best orgasm of your life washing over you.
When you both come down, you lift yourself off of him, your legs weak and shaky. The clarity hits you then of what you've done. Possibilities of what happens next run through your head. But an arm around your waist makes everything in your mind go quiet.
"Stay?" Atsumu whispers. "Please."
And you don't find yourself wanting to say no. So, you lay down and he pulls the covers over you both. The arm around your waist pulls you closer, his breath against the back of your neck.
"That...was amazing..." He whispers.
"Yeah?" You chuckle at his amazement.
"Yeah. Your roommate punking me is the best thing that ever happened to me."
"They definitely expected me to tell you to fuck off."
"Why didn't you? I wouldn't have blamed you if you did." He asks, thumb drawing circles on your skin.
And for once you don't have a answer. "I...I don't know actually."
"I know why." You can feel his cocky grin on the back of your neck.
"Why?" You sense a bullshit reason incoming.
"Cause my dick is just that pretty, even you couldn't resist it."
"How are you so damn cocky?"
"I have one of the hottest people on campus in my bed right now. How else am I supposed to be?"
To that you just laugh, and he laughs with you. This isn't what you expected for post sex with him. You expected him to be nonchalant, distant, maybe even kick you out. But no, he's making you laugh, the air feels lighthearted.
And for once you're not questioning the answer when he asks.
"Wanna go out tomorrow?" Atsumu asks, almost expecting you to say no. And yet to his surprise you say...
☾SUMMARY After finding out you're in the same class, Atsumu has made it his mission to pursue you after the little situation that happened last night. You can't tell where this is going but you know that you like it :)
☾WARNINGS Gender Neutral Reader x Miya Atsumu. College au!, lots of teasing, reader is conflicted, and also so sassy, atsumu loves it, degradation, reader is lowkey evil asl, phone sex, sexting (again :)), light sub/dom undertones, mutual masturbation, tsumu calls reader 'sweetheart'
☾A/N Thx for all of your guys support on part one, so here's part two :). I got so carried away yall, if I didn't stop myself I would have been writing for forever.
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pt.2 tag list: @kenmacantakemeaway @ihatelevihan @callmemcee @vivian-555 @tchmiya @lalayeon
You're convinced you have the best worst luck on the planet. What are the odds the guy who sent you a dick pic on accident last night is in the same class as you? There are thousands of students, hundreds of classes and yet here he is in the same room as you and fuck why is he walking your way?
"You seem familiar...do I know you from somewhere?" His voice sounds even better in person. And he's so tall, just like how you imagined. Atsumu's brown eyes study your face and body, as if he's playing mix and match with what you sent him last night. You're so caught up in the fact he's really here you almost forget to respond.
"I don't know...do you?"
A grin stretches on those lips you fantasized about, the little chuckle that escapes them makes your stomach flutter. "Yeah, you look a lot like someone named (name)."
"And you look a lot like someone named Atsumu."
"That would be me, although doesn't help your case. A lot of people know me." There's a fine line between confidence and cockiness and the line for him has long faded. You know what he expects you to do, to fawn over him like how everyone else does.
That's not really your style.
"Yeah? You send them all pictures of your dick too?" As nice of a person you are, your attitude is one thing you can't exactly keep in check. The second that sentence leaves your lips you see a slight shift in his demeanor. Body language a bit less collected, the look in his eyes a bit begging.
"Only the sexy ones." It's like the rest of the lecture hall doesn't exist when Atsumu says that. His eyes stuck on your lips, the need for them just radiating off his body.
"You really have no shame huh?" Your arms cross across your chest.
"Don't act like you're innocent. You're just as bad as me." His smirk is both annoying and charming.
"I beg to differ." You try to stand your ground but deep down you know he has a point.
"Yeah? You didn't have to respond. You could've blocked me, left me on read, but no...you responded back."
Right as you're about to say something back the professor walks in. You sit down in your usual spot close to the door, and Atsumu sits right next to you. As the professor lectures you lean over and whisper "I only responded because you seemed desperate."
"Sure, chalk it up to pity. I know the real reason." He whispers back.
"And what would that be?"
His knee bumps against yours under the desk. The slightest bit of touch sends a shiver through your bones.
"You wanted to do it...just as much as I did."
Fuck he isn't wrong. Even now you can't help but think back to last night's events.
"And you're right, I was desperate....and I still am." His leg pushes against yours even more, no longer testing the waters and just going for it. Touch so tempting but you're stronger than that.
Your hand reaches down underneath the table, grip starting at his thigh with a gentle squeeze and then slowly caressing down to his knee and then pushing it away out of your personal space. He doesn't flinch, doesn't resist either, just lets you do whatever you want to him. His bottom lip caught between his teeth and chest expanding taking in a deep breath for a compromising sigh.
Little did you know you were feeding his desire even more than before. Atsumu finds it so attractive how in control you are, how hard you're playing to get. He's a hard working guy, he doesn't like anything that comes too easy, and you're no different.
"Watch it." That's the last thing you whisper to him. Professor has been teaching for at least fifteen minutes and you've noted down jack shit. "How about you take some notes instead of fucking around?"
You look over at his side of desk, not a single piece of paper, pencil, or even laptop in sight. He just shrugs. "Got nothing to take notes with."
"You bring nothing to a math class? Not even a pencil?" You say in disbelief.
"Nope. Would you be so kind to lend me some?"
Atsumu can feel your eye roll coming from a mile away, nonetheless you give him one sheet of paper and a mechanical pencil.
"I'm a need my pencil back."
"No promises."
After that day it's like Atsumu just lodged himself into your life. Every class he sits next you. He even finds you in the dining hall, the library, the laundry room, everywhere. Every day he texts you, asking you to come over, to help him study, to help him find something, to help him cause he's so needy and you're the only one who can satisfy this desire in him. You're not stupid, you're not coming over and neither is he.
You know once he gets what he wants then he'll never talk to you ever again. That's how it always ends with guys like him. Your resistance isn't stopping him, not at all.
Being the naughty dog Atsumu is he'll send you pictures when he knows you're in class or busy. Of him sweaty after practice in the locker room, of his hand palming his erection through his shorts after working out, of his face while he's jerking off and even of the mess he's made when he's done.
Each with a taunting message of their own.
I'm so hard need u so bad
Need that pretty mouth of yours
Can't get u out of my head
Made a mess thinking about u
Well you decide two can play that game.
You're gonna have to do better than this to get what you want.
You tease him back every now and then, sending intimate pictures but not of you naked. Not of you touching yourself. No, they're of your face focused on your lips, of your legs cut right before your intimate parts, of your underwear just on the ground next to your bed.
You're so cruel, teasing him like this when all he wants is relief. Every beg he sends to see more of you, to have you there with him just fuels that twisted sense of desire in you.
While folding your laundry one night your phone lights up. You already know who it is.
hey :)
Hey, is how every conversation starts. You don't know why he tries to act innocent instead of just asking what he wants flat out.
Lemme guess
You lost you're tv remote again?
No
You need my help studying again?
No
Okay I give up
What excuse you got now?
There is no excuse
Then what do you want?
you
Oh.
You don't have to come over
But please can I see you?
This is what you've been waiting for. For him to get so desperate to the point where he can't take it. To the point where a picture is enough. Why? Cause it's better this way, to have such a hot guy drowning in the suspense of pleasure gets you going.
What are you doing rn?
Want me to show you?
No I want you to tell me
Shit. You're driving him crazy.
I was in the shower, just got back from practice
Been distracted by you all day
Got so hard I couldn't take it anymore
Now Im in my bed touching myself to you
Arousal pools within you, hot and heavy at the image your mind is conjuring up. Atsumu standing in the shower, got water cascading down his back and steam in the air. His hand on his cock stroking it with your name on his lips but it's not enough.
You're so damn needy
Can't go one week without getting off can you?
Not since you came into the picture
You suppose you can take some of the blame.
You need my help that bad?
Yes
Fine
What you're about to do is probably stupid but you don't care. Your thumb presses the facetime icon. It rings for a bit until he answers, with his camera off though.
"Too shy?" You say, phone just pointed to your face. The lamp on your bedside table the only source of light you have on, illuminating your face perfectly.
"You're sneaky." He chuckles. "I just wasn't prepared is all."
"Sure or maybe you're all talk."
"Trust me sweetheart I'm not." His camera turns on and damn it was worth the wait. All you can see is his face and enough of his chest to be able to tell he's shirtless. His blonde hair damp and stuck to his forehead, wet from the shower. "Like what you see?"
"I see you damn near every day, the charm has worn off since the first time." That's a lie, you both know it.
"You play so damn hard to get. It drives me insane."
"Maybe that's the point." You tease, reeling out the bait he'll fall for every time.
"Can't you show me some mercy?" he almost begs like a puppy. "This is all your fault." Atsumu then flips the camera down, and he's more than shirtless he's damn near naked. Body flushed in such a pretty shade of pink, as if he's about to burst from the suspense. Other hand just resting on his thigh, not even touching the tent poking in his boxer briefs.
"When's the last time you got laid?" You ask innocently.
"Weeks." He answers so fast, on the tail of your every word.
"No wonder you've been so needy huh? Blowing up my phone hoping I give in."
"You're so mean." He whines.
"Why me huh? You could go find someone to fuck you right now I bet." You say.
"And why would I do that?" Atsumu says in a confused tone, his bottom lip pouted out slightly and brows furrowed. A face he makes when he's confused, a habit of his that you noticed.
"To relieve yourself obviously."
He just laughs at that. "Sweetheart if I wanted to just relieve myself I would be balls deep inside of someone right now."
"Yeah so-"
"I don't want just relief, I want you." Heat flushes through you after hearing his voice form those words. "I want you". It came out of him so easy, not a single doubt in your mind that he means it.
"Show me." You say so softly, voice steady and heartbeat erratic. "Prop the phone up so I can see all of you." It's only with him this level of confidence manifests within you.
"mmm-...so damn demanding." He does exactly what you tell him to. Leaning the phone up against something next to the bed, you can see all of him, hear every breath he takes. It's almost like you're right there next to him. Oh how he desperately wishes that you were. Every time the two of you do this is gets exponentially better, always taking it a step farther. "Tell me what to do."
"Tell me what was distracting you exactly and palm yourself while you do." You lay on your stomach, face against your pillow and phone propped up against your headboard.
"I-I couldn't stop thinking about...ah- that last pic you sent me." He listens so well when he wants to. Right hand tentatively palming himself through the fine layer of his boxer briefs. "The one of just your underwear..."
"Oh yeah? Just a picture of my underwear gets you like this? For a fuckboy I didn't think you'd be this easy."
"mmn-I never said I was a fuckboy..." His touch no longer gentle, now stroking through the fabric, pre cum soaking a certain spot.
"Take them off but don't touch yourself."
"You're killing me." He whines but does it nonetheless, completely naked now.
You tell him to touch every where else, his lips, into his mouth, flick and pull his nipples. Such a beautiful shade of pink that colors his skin, body decorated in blush, moles, and marks. You tell him to imagine it's you touching his body instead, to imagine it's your lips and your tongue. When his hands finally rake down his abs he's damn near shaking in anticipation.
The pillow you were laying on found it's way between your legs.
"Touch yourself for me." The sentence barely leaves your lips and his hand is on his cock in an instant. "Tell me what you want." Your voice comes out a bit strained, hips circling against your poor pillow.
"You. So damn bad. Please—ah! Come ride me...ohh fuck." His eyes screwed shut and face contorted in the pleasure. "Suck me off, jerk me off I don't care, please do anything I'll take it all."
He's so shameless. "Kinda loud don't you think? The whole damn dorm can hear you." You tease.
"I don't care—fuck..." The second his eyes open you take this as your chance and pull your hoodie over your head, upper half now naked. The sight of your bare chest makes Atsumu short circuit for a second, staring at you as if you're the sun he hasn't seen in days.
"You know what I want?" You say so sultry and sweet. After kicking away the pillow between your legs your hand dives into your underwear, arousal so present. The moan that leaves your lips so sinful, it's music to his damn ears.
"What do you want?"
"You. I wanna see you stroke that pretty cock of yours until you cum. Can you do that for me, pretty boy?"
"Hell yes." It's like a switch flipped in head, no longer trying to make this last as long as possible no, he wants to cum right now. It's the only thing on his mind. Right hand working double time, tugging at his girthy cock imagining it's you riding you while his left is clenching his damn sheets so tight, knuckles damn near white.
What he would give for you to be there with him, he would let you push him down on the bed. Straddle his hips and lean down, kiss and bite the column of his neck. Your hands wondering where ever they wanted. Atsumu is so infatuated with your confidence, the degrading words that scold him just right.
The fantasy he's conjured up in his head brings him so close.
"You'd feel so good! I c-can't—ohh fuck..I'm gonna—!"
Another stroke and he's painting himself white all over again, covered in his own cum. The sight is enough to push you over edge, orgasm so good it makes your thighs quiver.
For a few seconds the only thing either of you can hear are heavy breaths and the rustle of bedsheets. He breaks the silence first.
"Damn...what're you doin to me?"
"I should be asking you that question."
"Well too bad, I asked first." That taunting grin you know all too well back on his face.
"Shut up." You can't help but chuckle, how he goes from cocky to compliant back to cocky, you have no clue.
Another few seconds of silence passes until...
"There's a volleyball game tomorrow...you should come."
A week ago you would've said no easy. Now?
"You better not lose."
"As if."
oof that took forever to write, like I could've kept going. When will you fuck for real? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Find out in part 3?
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ᯓ★ ATSUMU MIYA - TRACK 01: KISS ME THROUGH THE PHONE
⏾SUMMARY. What are you supposed to do when a random number sends you a dick pic? Surely not text them back...right? What are you supposed to do when you find out it's from the guy you sit next to in class? Well at that point you're just fucked. ;)
⏾WARNINGS. College au! Gender Neutral Reader! x Atsumu, NSFW, smut, bad attempts at humor, sexting, masturbation (mutual?), dickpics, Tsumu's flirting is a warning in itself ngl, slight degradation,
⏾A/N. First fic yay! How this series works is every character will have around 3-5 fics all with a overarching story inspired by a song. note: reader's text are in orange (did not feel like doing html to make them yellow)
▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။|||| | part two | Part three
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In the middle of your late night cram session for college algebra you hear your phone buzz on the table. A text from an unknown number? If it wasn't an image you would've ignored it. Maybe it's some stupid scam, or maybe it's a promotion from some store you're subscribed to or-
Nope it's neither of those things.
It's a dick pic...
The guy's hand wrapped around the base, the head flushed pink and pre cum beading at the tip. Cock heavy between milky thick strong thighs. You can tell he's laying in bed by the angle. You're staring at it for at least ten seconds before you snap out of whatever haze you're in when you see he's typing.
At a loss for words?
Don't worry my dick has that effect on people
Arrogant much? You think to yourself. Your brain is more so focused on if you should reply back over his cocky attitude. Do you? If you don't he's just gonna keep sending messages. But if you do...what do you say? You've got the wrong number. He'll be so embarrassed but...oh well...it's not like you know the guy.
Right?
...you got the wrong number
Your finger hovers over the send button for a few seconds before finally pressing it. He's typing again immediately and you can feel the heat rushing to your face.
stop fucking with me
you can see how desperate I am for you can't you?
Jesus. Is this guy slow or is he really that desperate?
I'm deadass
You have the wrong number...
Maybe he'll get the memo and say sorry or something?
This isn't (roommates name)?
No fucking way. Your roommate gave some random guy your number instead of theirs? Either they were drunk as fuck at that party last night, or they lost their damn mind.
No...I'm their roommate
Oh shit...they punked me?
well if that's the case....
you like what you see?
What. the. fuck. What are you even supposed to say to that? It's not like you've been sent dickpics before. Is there a rubric for rating them or some shit? You subconsciously scroll back up to the pic, scanning it over. This is so stupid. You should've left him on read and blocked him, but no, you're analyzing his hard, girthy cock instead. It's a good picture, the lighting makes every vein in his shaft visible, you can even see the mole on his thigh. It's not even his dick that's making heat pool in the lower of your stomach, no it's everything else.
It feels oddly intimate for a dickpic.
Take your time
I know it's beautiful aint it?
Your cocky for a guy that just sent a random # a dick pic
You don't even know what I look like
Then let me see you
no pressure tho
no doubt in my mind you're gorgeous
Gorgeous. You just got complimented by a man who's face is a mystery to you. Should you send a picture of yourself? No. Entertaining your roommates rejects shouldn't even be on the table. And yet you're on your feet, turning off the lights and sitting against the headboard of your bed and finger pressed against the camera icon.
What do you take a picture of? You don't want to show your face yet since he hasn't shown you his. You don't want to get naked yet either...maybe a close up of just your lips? After going back and forth...you finally cave and just take the damn picture. Your thumb pressed against the plush of your bottom lip. It's not enough to decipher the rest of your face or who you are...but it is enough to get him to text you back immediately.
pretty lips
would look better pressed against mine tho
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With another picture. The lower half of his face, his lips curled into a grin, jawline strong, and you can see a faint bit of pink on his cheeks. A light sigh leaves your mouth. You don't even have to see the rest of his face to know he's attractive. Oh god, what did your roommate get you into?
Wow just how desperate are u?
You meant it as a diss not an invitation for more.
This desperate
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At this point your done trying to question right and wrong. You press play and heat immediately swirls through you. His deep sighs of pleasure play low in time with his hand stroking his cock. Your eyes mesmerized when he slows down and his thumb presses against the slit that's flowing pre cum. A strangled sound so close to a moan escapes his lips. His abs flexing and thighs quivering. You would've never thought it was possible for a man to be this much of a whore.
You have no shame huhsending a stranger nudes and vids of you jerking offso damn dirty
You have no idea where this side of you is coming from. Your imagination runs wild, day dreaming of this stranger having his hands on your skin. Deep voice strained in your ears. Cock hitting all the right spots as you ride him to your heart's desire. Or maybe you'd ride his thigh, feel the muscle flex under your weight, feel every flinch and shiver while your hand jerks him off.
Keep talking to me like that
please
Fuck. You shimmy out of your comfy sweatpants, now just in your underwear and a oversized hoodie. You let the fabric of the hoodie hide your ruined underwear, and take a picture of your legs pushed together.
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Sexy legs
Could die between your thighs
Can I please see more?
If you want more then show me more first
Is my dick not good enough? :(
It is I just want more
Thought you were desperate
Or maybe youre too scared?
Youre mean...
I like that
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This time you can see his chest and the lower thirds of his face. Broad shoulders, pecs you want to squeeze and mold, biceps the size of your face you can hold. You can tell he's much bigger than you just from this picture alone.
You play a sport?
I'll only answer if you show me more
Touché
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You send a picture similar to his, of your naked chest, heart hammering deep inside. Hoodie forgotten on your floor. Hands clammy to touch yourself but no, not yet.
Fuck you really are gorgeous.
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It's his face. Blonde hair, honey brown eyes hazy and thick eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. His bottom lip caught between his teeth, probably holding back the dirtiest moan. The tiniest sense of familiarity hits you in the back of your mind but you don't realize it until later...
you didn't have to show me your face ya know
You asked for more
And I have no shame
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His hand back on his cock stroking so fast. You can tell he's so close, the head red and begging for release. Groans of pleasure turn into moans near the end.
your so close aren't you?
Hell fucking yes
Your hand finally drags down to where you need it most. Shivers of pleasure travel up your spine at your own touch. You imagine it's his, imagine it's his hand on you right now. His hands groping your skin. His lips marking every inch. His breath against your arousal before it's his mouth. An involuntary moan escapes at that image in your head. His head between your thighs, putting those pretty lips of his to work.
You open the camera again and this time take more than a picture, this time it's a video of your hand past the waistband of your underwear, playing with yourself. And then you send another, but of your face this time while you continue. Your eyes big and seductive as your lips wrap around two of your fingers, you can taste yourself on your tongue.
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video
Holy shit you're so hot...
id do anything to have those lips on my dick right now
I'm so fucking close
You can picture it all, his poor cock weeping to cum already, hand stroking as fast as he possibly can, eyes screwed shut and thick eyebrows scrunched together. His handsome face twisted in pleasure, body waiting for you to say the word, voice begging to cum.
You gonna cum for me?
Yes fuck yes
Then cum pretty boy
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The last picture he sends you is one of his stomach painted white, cum dripping down his chest and stomach. A stranger, you've never physically seen before in your life, just came to you. Came for you and you don't even know his name.
Best accident ever
Your roommate is a real one
I beg to differ but sure
So you got a name you wanna tell me or u wanna be stuck as 'sexy stranger' in my contact list?
You roll your eyes at the nickname but a smile tugs at your lips.
(your name)
Cute name
I'm Atsumu
I play volleyball btw
explains the body
You should come to a game sometime
I've actually never been to a volleyball game
That's a crime
You deserve jail time
Never had a reason before
But i guess I do now...
Damn right
The conversation shifted to casual so fast, a little too casual. Crazy how it's easier to respond when you're sexting over texting normally.
Hey don't be a stranger
But keep being sexy ;)
No promises
You let the conversation die there. Sure he's somewhere on your college campus right now, but there's no way you'll actually run into each other. There are thousands of people on campus. And yet...when you sit down in college algebra the next day you see a familiar head of blonde hair across the lecture hall. And when his eyes wander while he's chatting up some girl they catch you and you freeze like a deer caught in headlights.
( tw : flashing ) the og animated lines, but in other sizes ! apologies for not making these in different sizes in the first place—it’s actually been a year since I first released them heh. anyway, here are the other sizes 〜
as always, they’re vvv smol so it’ll be easier to save on desktop !
