I love u angry female characters. I love u deeply misunderstood and problematic female characters. I love u cold hearted and sharp female characters. I love you prideful and reckless female characters. I love u unbeautifly destructive female characters. I love u prickly and snarky female characters. not everyone understands u but I do and I'm listening
✧ summary :: an endearing shenanigan of yours, makes kiyoomi fall for you a little more.
✧ warnings + notes :: gn! reader, mentions of alcohol, lots of fluff, the reader is drunk and is all cute and giddy, soft! kiyoomi. a little bit cliche but that's all (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) just renewing my rusty writing style, ignoring out as this is my first piece in months!
"i shaid stoph following me," you blurt out— your voice a little shaky and your movements dazed. the alcohol evidently lilting in your voice. you pause in your tracks and turn around to take a good look at the man, who's apparently following you; standing almost a foot apart from you.
kiyoomi sighs, running a hand through the soft curls that rest upon his forehead. "i am not," he says nonchalantly, slightly annoyed. he's annoyed. of course, not at you, but at himself. he shouldn't have let you drink so much, even after knowing how you'd already reached your limits. it's partly atsumu's fault as well. if he had not tricked you into drinking, kiyoomi wouldn't have to deal with these little antics of yours.
"yes, you are." you cross your arms and place them on your chest, "go away, before i report you, mister..." you speak, but stumble on your feet, losing your balance.
"hey," kiyoomi's voice softens as he steps forward, almost getting a hold of you. almost.
"woah, woah, woah. don't come near me, stranger. i'll scream," you remark, trying to stand as steadily as possible.
as much as he is delighted by the fact that you're keeping your guard up even when you are drunk, things are really getting out of the way.
"love, please. let's just go back," he tries again.
"what? ew. don't call me love. i'm in already lovee wif a man. a very handsome one at that," you giggle, your eyes forming little crescents. on the outside, kiyoomi looks as indifferent as ever. but in his mind, he is in turmoil because do you realise how cute you're being?
and then something sparks inside his head. perhaps, this could work?
"sakusa's the one who sent me to get you," he tries, this time hoping to convince you.
hearing kiyoomi's last name, perks your ears up, "really?" and he just nods. you move a bit closer to him, in order to get a closer look at the man in front of you. but maybe the alcohol was a little too much for you to recognise your own man. but you quickly scurry away creating a much wider space between the pair of you, making him groan.
he watches you take out your phone and open the dial pad and he almost panics, thinking that he's made you so uncomfortable that you're going to report him. but all that goes away when he feels his phone vibrate. he takes it out, only to realise that the person you're calling is him. he quickly answers it, moving further away from you, but not too far.
"omi, where are you?" he hears your voice, on the other end of the phone. and he suddenly feels distant, even though he's standing only a few feet away from you.
"i am at home, love," he whispers in low voice, looking in your direction. he's about to speak again, but you interrupt him.
"there's this strange man following me," you trail off. "do you think he wants to kidnap me?" you gasp, suddenly realising, "but why? i'm not even a kid anymore!"
kiyoomi just chuckles at this profound yet cute conversation between the two of you. "i promise he's not gonna kidnap you, love. come home early, please? i can't sleep without you," he says, looking back at you again, his voice so gentle, creating a latent bubble of gentleness around the pair of you.
and finally. you give in.
"m'kay," you hum, your head swaying slightly along the breeze. "wait for me, okay? love youuuu," you chirp in a sing-song voice and hang up — feeling all elated after talking to the love of your life.
now, all you have to do is go home. speaking of that, you turn around only to find that man standing with the faintest smile ghosting his features. his eyes holding the softest of looks, and really he just wants everything to stop, and to stay in the moment for as long as possible. are you always this happy and bubbly when you talk to him, on the other side of the call?
and his heart flutters, beating a little faster than it should.
"so... you, mister 'i don't know'. let's go," you say, walking towards him. "but if you do anything weird, i can punch real good, according to omi," you warn him, placing your arms on your hips— losing your balance yet again.
kiyoomi chuckles as he nods and decides to take a bold step, "alright alright, miss. but lemme just do a thing." taking a step forward, he embraces you— tenderly, yet cautiously, wrapping his arms around you. at first, you seem to make an effort to shove him off of you, but as soon as you waft in his fragrance, you realise it's him. it's kiyoomi.
"omi," you mumble, closing your eyes and relishing his smell.
he chuckles, his chest sending off vibrations, "finally, you seem to know me."
BONUS
"omi why do you think it's called kidnap, even for adults?" you ponder, tightening your arms around his neck. yep, he's carrying you back to your shared house— 'piggybacking' you.
"i don't know, sweetness," he huffs, adjusting his grip under your knees.
"i know right... like why call it 'kidnap' just because a kid is napping unintentionally. like why not 'adultnap' or something?" you murmur as you nuzzle into the back of his neck.
he hums, quietly opting not to answer your little weird but cute questions, a ghost of a smile adorning his lips.
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One that you'd normally answer without hesitation but not today. Not when that text is missing a question mark.
That omission, you know, is on purpose. Kita's a stickler for proper punctuation as he's a stickler about so many other things so when he leaves it off it's not a mistake and it means he's not playing.
He's pissed.
But, in your defense, so are you. You leave the text unanswered as you maintain your pace, your stride, fueling the burn of the run in your muscles.
Tell me where you are
It's like you can hear the flat, unamused tone of his voice in your head.
You try to focus on the sound of each step on the pavement and the flow of your breath with each inhale and exhale, controlling it as if it will lead to control of your anger, but another text finally breaks your concentration.
You're overreacting.
That fucking period. That's what does it.
"Really, Shin? I'm overreacting?!" You shout between heavy pants, forced to stop to call him. "How could you fucking say that to me. To ME! You're MY boyfriend! Not HERS!"
He lets you yell, his side of the call quiet during your tirade as you pace along the road until you have to catch your breath.
"It was a thoughtless comment. It didn't mean anything--" he tries to say but you cut him off.
"Thoughtless comment? THOUGHTLESS COMMENT?!" you practically roar. "A thoughtless comment isn't premeditated, Shin! And she obviously came up with it a while ago and has been itching to say this for a while!"
He sighs.
"How can you be so nonchalant about this?!" you demand, wanting to pull your hair out and something hits you. "Has...has she said something like this to you before? Is that why it's not bothering you?! Has she BEEN saying this kind of stuff to you Shin?!"
"It doesn't matter--"
"It DOES matter, Shinsuke!" you snap.
He insists "it doesn't. Not to me. Therefore it shouldn't matter to you or our relationship--"
But you're too frustrated and cut him off.
"She called you a WOMBAT, Shinsuke! She said you're such a square that you must SHIT CUBES!"
There's a moment of silence. Then,
Kita laughs.
Actually laughs.
It's a soft, pure sound like wind through tall grass, and it's one of your favorite sounds in the world.
Enough to cool your rage to a simmer.
"Sorry, it's just...kind of cute when you say it."
Your eyes bulge and the simmering warmth flowing through you is suddenly from a different kind of heat.
"Maybe that's what you should call me. Your little wombat."
"Shinsuke, stop." Your heart's beating as it always does from the intensity of a flirting Kita; he chuckles some more.
"There. Now you're sounding more like yourself sweetheart. So just tell me where you are so I can join you on your run."
You scoff and smirk though he can't see. "Really, Shin? Did you provoke me just to get me to call you so you could find out?"
"Well, no. Actually,"
--there's a shout down the road from you--
"OVER HERE, CAP!"
You whip around to see the twins, cursing under your breath.
Kita chuckles again through the phone as you see more of the team appear and then, him.
Without any evidence that he was moving at a brisk run, Kita effortlessly says "I provoked you to call so you'd stop running and I could catch up."
You see his lips move and a second later, his voice in your ear.
It's too much.
The fury of wanting to physically harm the slag who insulted your boyfriend just for getting the highest grade in the class and now Kita's stupidly cute face and muscular frame as he heads toward you. You turn
and run.
"Hey!" he shouts in playful indignation. You don't hear him over the phone anymore, hanging up as you break into a sprint. "Get back here!"
"NAAAOOOOOOOO!" you scream-squeal-screech as he sprints after you, caught up in the high of all the endorphins.
"I'll catch you, you know!" He laughs, caught up in the high, too, and shouts
Note: happy new year! I love how I posted like 5 things then dipped but I wanted to write some more on here 😭 enjoy!
Sakusa:
You had met sakusa whilst he was making a name for himself. He wasn’t as big as he was now, but his name would be floating around the internet somewhere.
That’s actually how you first saw him. One of your friends had shared a photo of his in a groupchat, and the whole chat was going crazy over this insanely hot insanely talented upcoming volleyball star.
Of course you found him attractive, but you were absolutely certain he would be yours. There was no mindless attraction. You geniuinely believed your friend had just send your future husband directly to you.
She kinda did tho
Flash forward a couple months, you were doing some early morning shopping as one does. The store was quieter, everything’s was in stock. It was perfect. It was SO PERFECT.
because just as you were picking out snacks for your apartment, you saw a masked man dressed in a black hoodie that may have been a bit to small for him, seeing as you could make out the definitions of his muscles through the fabric.
You knew that man from anywhere, after all you had only been dreaming of him for the past few months.
Not wasting this opportunity, you bravely approached him, making small talk about the stuff you were buying.
‘This was no one and done situation though, ‘you thought.
The next store runs, you slowly grew closer, sometimes going to the shop only to talk to him.
He eventually gained the courage to ask you on a date and from there your relationship progressed until you took his last name.
By now, sakusa was bringing in BANK, not that that was the reason you were with him but still.
He vowed to spoil you like you deserved whilst you were in the talking phase, and boy did he keep his promise.
Eventually, you quit your job after your husbands persistent pleads that he makes enough money to support the both of you. All you had to do was support him in his games.
And with your new free time, you were seen at the majority of them, looking pretty on the Jumbotron with your hair done, dressed to the t with the finest jewelry, the most noticable one being the gold necklace with his jersey number on it that sat in between your collarbones.
Naturally, you gained your own cult following on social media, and you were often photographed at games and events due to your great fashion sense.
Speaking of
You met the rest of kiyoomi’s team at an MSBY exclusive event, aswell as the other wives and girlfriends of the players.
Sakusa loves you dearly and will spoil you at every given chance.
SUNA
You and suna were highschool sweethearts
You had supported him ever since the inarizaki days and continue to to so as he plays for EJP.
People have known about you for YEARS. It was almost like you grew as he did.
But it was mainly because he still has the cheesy romantic highlights of you from inarizaki, so as he gained more followers, more people viewed the highlights.
Even if they didn’t, his actual feed is full of pictures of you.
When it comes to spoiling you, he sees gift giving as more as a thank you or appreciation for sticking with him all these years, because you played a big part in shaping his career too, looking after him when he didn’t.
That being said he really does appreciate you, shown by the various Swarovski crystals adorning your neck and wrists, the sleek sports cars he bought for you claiming ‘they’re our children’, or the random, but costly furniture you obsess over dotted around your shared penthouse.
The man introduced you into a world of luxury and endless princess treatment, and vowed to never take you out of it.
tattoo artist!suna who uses his surprising strength to keep your legs spread open with his head a little bit too close to your pussy as he presses the ink into the spot on your inner thigh you requested
tattoo artist!suna whose breathing gets heavier everytime you whimper at the pain of the needle
tattoo artist!suna who “accidentally” runs his fingertips lightly over your nipples when you come back in the next week saying you want a tattoo under your boob
tattoo artist!suna who holds you tightly by your throat when you say you want a tattoo on your collarbone
tattoo artist!suna who puts his thumb on your bottom lip and pulls it down with a light pinch of the flesh when you say you want a tattoo on the inside of your bottom lip
“this is gonna hurt a bit, pretty. you sure you’re ready?”
tattoo artist!suna who can barley contain himself when you realize the pain of a lip tattoo was worse than you expected, as you wrap your hands in his hair and tense every muscle in your body.
tattoo artist!suna who- once you’re dating, and have gotten used to him giving you random little tattoos at home all the time- will hold a pretty vibrator in your dripping pussy, overstimulating you and your pretty clit until you’re crying and shaking as he tells you to stay still so he can finish the tattoo on the back of your thigh
“stay still, doll face, i can’t fuck this up. the more you shake, the harder it is to ink you up”
tattoo artist!suna who happily engraves his name in your thigh, opposite of the spot where he gave you your first tattoo that time when he wanted so badly to take off your little shorts and dive into your pretty pussy right then.
tattoo artist!suna who now knows you’re his and his only, and can fulfill the fantasies that once clouded his brain.
tattoo artist!suna who forces patience out of himself so that first thing when he’s done writing his name on your thigh he can slide off your thin underwear and tell you for the thousandth time about how to take care of a new tattoo in between licks up your pussy, until he’s done and can finally tonguefuck his pretty girl into orgasm.
This is a super old wip that I completely redid for @134340am’s Sundress Szn collab :))) | cw: smut, fem!reader, explicit photography, female masturbation, vaginal penetration, creampie | wc: 3.2k
When the package arrives, Suna cuts the box open carefully. He handles it with so much care as he slices at the tape and pulls the flaps back to reveal a slightly smaller box inside. Afer all, one wrong move and a fuck load of money goes down the drain.
He can’t deny the quiet hum of excitement under his skin as he finally opens the second box and pulls out the body of his brand new camera. After a few moments of faffing and reading instructions, he finally manages to slot the lens in and switches it on, squinting as he tries to figure out what all the different symbols mean.
“Who was at the door?” you ask, and he barely even flinches, hyper focused on twisting the dial at the top to see what each mode does.
“Delivery guy,” he murmurs, raising the camera up to point it at you. Through the display, he can see you dressed comfortably in a summer dress, light and airy around the skirt but gently cinched around your torso. The sun pouring through the window bathes you in the most beautiful light, warm and brightening, casting a gorgeous shine on your hair and skin. He pushes down on the capture button and hears the familiar sound of the shutter.
This will be the first of many.
“How much did that thing cost?” you ask, and his lips quirk in a grimace as he inspects the photo he took. There’s a curious furrow in your brow and your lips are parted, immortalised in that moment before you began to speak.
“You don’t wanna know.”
“Show me,” you say, wiggling your fingers in front of him as you plop down next to him on the floor.
“Careful,” he tells you, gently placing the expensive piece of kit in your awaiting hands.
“It’s heavier than it looks,” you remark, turning it over in your hands, before holding the viewfinder up to your eyes. “Smile babe!”
“Wait!” Before he can hide his face, you snap a picture, capturing his slightly widened eyes and the tips of his fingers creeping into the frame. “I wasn’t ready.”
“Neither was I,” you counter, sticking your tongue out at him. He rolls his eyes, and sticks his own tongue out at you, making you giggle.
“You wanna help me test it out?” Your head tilts in confusion.
“How?”
“By being my muse,” he says, smiling crookedly. “You’re dressed all cute today too, I can’t let that go to waste.”
You look down and chew at your lip, suddenly shy.
“I was hoping you’d notice.”
“I always notice,” he scoffs. A hand reaches out to caress your cheek lightly, before he tilts your head up by your chin. “My pretty girl.”
Heat creeps up your cheeks at the compliment, even more so when you realise that he can probably feel how warm your face is getting. You shake yourself free of his touch and stand, holding a hand out to him.
“Let’s go find a good spot then.”
A good spot turns out to be an emptying park about five minutes away from your home. You walk hand in hand, the camera hanging around Suna’s neck by the strap that came with it. Families are leaving as you walk through the gates, the sun beginning its descent towards the horizon as the day slowly begins to draw to a close. There’s a little area in the park where a stream slices through the land, a pretty bridge arching over it. Sunlight floods the area perfectly as Suna tugs you to a stop once you stand at its centre.
“Here. This is perfect.”
“How can you tell?” you ask challengingly.
“I have an eye for these things,” he says, winking. “Now go stand over there.”
He spends the next half an hour or so directing you into candid poses. He tells you to look out over the bridge, down at the ground you stand on, at him, at the sky, all while making you laugh in between and capturing those moments too. Those shots are his favourite, where you’re carefree and happy. Golden hour suits you so well too, casting a halo of sorts around you, and Suna can’t help but think you look more angelic with each click of the shutter.
Initially, he’d bought the camera with the intention of fuelling an old hobby, after several people had discovered and commended his photo dump account on Instagram. He’s always had an eye for photography, has always enjoyed freezing life in motion with the click of a button, storing away memories and treasured moments for him to look back on when he’s old and withered. You would expect Suna to fall in love with his casual hobby this time, and he probably will.
However, right now, he’s falling in love with you all over again, struck once more by how beautiful you are in the light of the slowly sinking sun.
“Wow,” he murmurs, clicking through the shots he’s already taken. This way you look in each photo has absolutely nothing to do with his skill, he thinks, glancing up at you and smiling to himself as you swat at a bee buzzing too close to you.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” you ask, pouting as you close the distance between you. His narrow eyes follow you, a soft smile making them crinkle at the corners.
“Because that bee is sitting on your head.”
“Where?!” you yelp, shaking and batting at your head to rid yourself of the long gone bee. He snorts, biting back his laughter as he watches you squirm. His gaze is drawn to your dress and the way it flutters around your thighs, not enough to expose you but just enough to tease him. You stop when you hear him snickering, turning slowly to glare at him.
”You’re such a fucking liar,” you huff. He winks at you, allowing a sly grin to spread across his cheeks. “Have you had enough of your new toy yet?”
Suna hums thoughtfully, flicking through the last few pictures he took, lingering on your silhouette in each one before zeroing in on the real thing.
“For now,” he says, licking his lips thoughtfully. “Let’s head back.”
The sun begins to kiss the horizon once more when you get home, bleeding golden oranges and blushing pinks into the clear sky. Burnt light floods through the windows of your bedroom as you step inside and start to dig out your pyjamas so that you can settle in comfortably for the evening.
“Don’t get dressed just yet,” says Suna, eyeing the curve of your ass as you bend over to root around your drawers. The lifted hem of your dress almost gives him a glimpse of what lies underneath until you, unfortunately, straighten up to look at him.
“Why not?”
“I wanna see one more thing.” He presses the on button, grinning at your raised eyebrow through the viewfinder.
“Can you make it quick? I wanna shower.”
“There’s no point in that, you’ll just get sweaty again,” he says dismissively, fascinated by how the dipping sun sets fire to your complexion. He ignores your noise of confusion.
“Get on the bed for me.” You move slowly, confused by the soft demand but humour him anyway. You settle for the centre of the mattress, perched on your knees with your hands sat neatly on your thighs. “You look so sexy in this light, holy shit.”
Warmth crawls up your cheeks as he looks up at you, the burnished light reflecting like flames in his olive green eyes. His heated gaze darkens as he approaches the foot of the bed and places a knee on the edge before he beckons you forth with a crook of his index finger.
“Come closer.”
The look in his eyes is hypnotic, drawing you in until you have to peer up to hold his stare. He uses that same finger to draw a line from your clavicle, up your throat until the tip of it rests under your chin. He tilts your head up and grins almost maliciously.
“Perfect.”
Snap. He captures the look of careful anticipation on your face, complete with rounded doe-eyes. You just look so cute. So cute that he can’t help but lean in to press his lips to yours, chaste and sweet.
For now at least.
“Babe?” he says when he pulls back.
“Yeah?”
“Do you wanna try something new with me?” Your head tilts to the side as you squint at him, noting the hunger in his eyes.
“Like… sex-wise? I told you, I draw the line at-“
“No, no, no!” he laughs. “Don’t worry, it’s not that.”
“Oh. Then what it is it?” Suna brushes your hair back, smiling down at you fondly.
“Well, you’re right about the sex part,” he starts. “I was thinking we could use this,” he says, patting the camera.
“That’ll never fit,” you say bluntly, looking completely serious. “The shape’s too weird.”
“No!” he says, mortified. “God, no! I meant I wanna take pictures of you during!”
You snort at the exasperation on his face.
“I know what you meant, I was just fucking with you,” you giggle, yelping when he pinches and pulls at your cheek.
“Yes or no, comedian.”
“Ow! Yes if you let go of my face!” you whine and he relinquishes his grasp on you.
“Nice. Pull your straps down.” You gape at him, scandalised as you throw your arms over your tits to hide them from his view.
“Perv! At least buy me dinner first!”
“I can buy you dinner afterwards, I promise. Look, I’m running out of light here, I just want you to let them fall off your shoulders first.”
“Oh.”
All of a sudden you feel a little shy, reaching up to slowly slide the straps of your dress down to rest loosely against your biceps.
“Like this?” He nods, clicking the shutter.
“You won’t… share these, will you?” Suna pauses and softens, cupping your cheek gently. He snaps another picture, before he moves his hand down to nestle around your throat and captures that too. Finally, he lowers the camera.
“Of course not, baby.” he says, soft and sincere. “I could never do that to you. These are only for our eyes. Okay?” You nod shyly.
“Okay.”
“And if you want me to stop, just say the word and I’ll put it away.”
“I know, Rin.” To coax him into continuing, you pull him down into another kiss. This time, it’s more sensual, your tongue slinking into his mouth with a soft sigh. Your skin his hot from more than just the summer heat, body temperature rising as he draws his mouth over the expanse of your neck and collarbone.
“Move back,” he tells you, and you shuffle back to rest against the pillows.
“I want you to pull down the top half of your dress.” This time, you don’t complain, slipping your arms out of the straps and letting the material pool around your waist a little hesitantly. Your nipples pebble from the change in temperature, hardening to little buds that Suna aches to taste.
“Spread your legs a little,” he instructs, and you do so, letting them fall open just enough to tease him. The shutter clicks again as Suna crawls onto the bed too, cursing under his breath and taking a couple more shots.
“Sorry I just need to-“
He drags wet kisses over the flesh of your breasts before sucking your nipple between his lips and nibbling gently, doing the same to the other and then drawing away. Your tits shine with his spit, and he clicks the shutter before he can stop himself.
“Lift your skirt,” he says, sounding a little breathless, his own cheeks flushed at the mere thought of how you’ll look sprawled out so lewdly for him. The fabric of your dress now sits above your hips, uselessly covering your belly.
Suna’s breath hitches.
“No panties?”
Biting back a cheeky smile, you shrug nonchalantly.
“It’s hot,” you say simply.
“It is. It’s very hot,” he agrees, still caught off guard by what he sees.
“But you know,” he murmurs, as the sound of the shutter echoes off the walls of your room. “I wonder what people would say if they knew someone who looks so pretty and sweet is actually just aching for her boyfriend's cock.”
Your cunt twitches at the implication, thighs parting further for him even through the embarrassment.
“Hold this for me,” he says abruptly, handing you the camera. As he tugs off his t-shirt, you take the opportunity to try your hand at photography too. He looks beautiful, warm oranges making his lean body and pale skin glow, dying his hair auburn too. One, two, three, you take the pictures in quick succession, following the lift of his shirt, the ruffle of his hair, the flex of his muscles. Right up until his hand is stretched before you in a ‘gimme’ gesture.
“Had your fun?” he teases, quirking a brow at you.
“No,” you pout. “It’s your turn next time.”
“Fair enough, but you’re a much better subject than I would be,” he muses. “Touch yourself.” You almost balk at the way he quickly slips back into sexy photographer mode. “Don’t get shy on me now, just do what you always do.” he adds.
“I am not shy,” you lie, shifting to get comfortable against the pillows. You release a shaky breath before your hands brush over your thighs and find your cunt, dragging a finger through your wet slit and circling the tip around your clit. You sigh at the familiar sensation, and you quickly forget that there’s a camera pointed right at you.
As you tease yourself, Suna can’t seem to stop himself from rapidly clicking the shutter, absorbed in the pleasure spilling over your features when you penetrate yourself with two fingers. Your panting and the soft sighs falling from your lips go straight to his cock, already so stiff in his shorts and quickly draining patience.
“Fuck, you look so good like that.”
There’s one moment that he manages to capture that is his favourite. As your fingers work at your nub, and your orgasm crests and crashes, your back arches off the bed and your head falls back. The setting sun shines on your figure, creating an ethereal image of you, glistening in flames and passion.
“Rin,” you murmur, panting as you come down from your climax. “Rin, I want you.”
Suna has never pulled his cock out faster.
He’s on you immediately, kissing all over your damp skin before flipping you over and pulling you towards him by the hips. The slope of your back and the way you look back at him pleadingly is too much to ignore. The length of his cock rests between your asscheeks, the tip flushed and weeping precum. He fumbles with the camera, angling it just right so that he can capture exactly what he sees. Apparently, you’re raring to go despite making yourself cum already, wiggling your hips back against him with a needy whine.
“You are aching for my cock, aren’t you?” he hums, more to himself than to you. Giddiness bubbles in his chest from how this whole evening has played out, along with sheer love for you and how you’re almost always willing to try something new, just for him.
Pulling his hips back, he rubs himself against your still-slick pussy, before easing himself inside with a pleased little sigh. He takes one more shot, this time of him sheathed inside you before he finally puts the contraption down and gives you his full attention. Cool palms smooth over your hips and squeeze appreciatively before he draws himself out and slams back in with a swift roll of his hips.
Suna has always enjoyed taking you from behind but there’s something special about fucking you in the orange light staining your room. Sweat makes the arch of your spine shine, your littany of gasps and moans muffled by the mattress you collapsed into after your arms gave in. It only fuels him to thrust into you with more vigour, angling his hips down to hit that one spot and make you squeal.
“Maybe we should make a video next time,” he grunts, pressing the length of his torso to your back so that his lips are right by your ear. He licks the shell of it and sucks at your lobe when you flutter around him. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? My very own little pornstar- mm fuck- All for me.”
The snap of his hips grows more disjointed when he reaches around to rub at your sensitive clit, chuckling around a groan when your hips buck backwards and you squeeze tighter still.
“Rin, ‘m gonna cum, gonna cum- fuck!“ you whine. Just before you can let go, Suna flips you onto your back and makes a grab for the forgotten camera. He uses it one handed, focusing it on your bouncing tits and your flushed face, whilst the other hand returns to your clit.
“A-are you fucking serious?” you gasp, still writhing under his insistent touch and unrelenting cock.
“Ignore the camera, just cum for me again.”
He watches the little resistance in you crumble to dust as you twist and arch under the throes of pleasure, toes curling from the intensity of it.
He’s caught that moment again, and the sight and sensation of your heavenly body makes him cum too with a groan, buried to the hilt in your warm cunt. He spills into you, hot and thick before he collapses onto you with a grunt.
“Have I ever told you how much I love you,” he slurs absently, as the pleasure ebbs and satisfaction starts to fill his bones instead. “Don’ think I say it enough, you know I’m not good with words.” He grumbles as shifts his weight off you, still tucked into your pussy. “Cos I love you. A lot.”
“I love you too, Rin,” you giggle. “When did you turn into such a sap?”
“Dunno,” he says. “Maybe since I’ve been looking at you all evening and I still can’t believe you’re so beautiful.”
“Rin!” you gasp, hiding your face in his chest.
“Wow, maybe I am turning into a sap.”
He notices the camera lying on its side and leans over you to grab it.
“One more?”
“Not right now, I’m getting hungry.”
“I meant picture,” he snickers.
“Ah. Go ahead, I guess.”
Carefully, he pulls out of you, the two of you gasping at the loss of warmth before he situates himself between your thighs again. One hand holds you open, cunt fully displayed to the lens of the camera. You twitch and a glob of white dribbles forth, sliding slowly down the curve of your ass.
“Money well spent,” he commends himself, taking one final picture of your messy cunt.
“I take it back, you’re so not a sap.”
He grins and the camera bleeps, displaying a message on the screen.
Author’s Note: For the full experience, I’d suggest listening to one or all of the following:
“Mine” by the 1975
“In Another Time” by Sade
“Can I Have This Dance?” From HSM
“Evergreen” by Omar Apollo
… Enjoy
Sakusa hates breaking his routine. He has a very specific sleep and wake time that varies by at most 5 minutes. His busy morning routine depends on it: breakfast, a morning run, driving to practice, a session with the athletic trainer, getting ready for team practice all before 10:30.
So why in God’s name, is he up right now?
The simple answer is you.
The more complicated answer is that you couldn’t sleep because of the summer heat and decided you wanted ice cream.
From McDonald’s.
At 2 in the morning.
Now Sakusa finds himself staring at you while you take another bite of your McFlurry, humming along to the quiet music you put on.
It’s hard not to feel his piercing gaze, so you finally look up. His hair isn’t quite bed head yet, saying how he was only asleep for four hours, but the curls are still unrulier than normal, framing his face in little tufts. He’s leaning on one hand, squishing his lips up into a pout. You almost feel bad about how sleepy his looks, eyes lazily watching you instead of resting in your shared bed.
“I told you I could’ve went by myself, it’s late for you.” You mutter, only receiving a grunt in response. What do I look like letting you go out by yourself at this time? was what Sakusa said to you as he threw a hoodie on and grabbed his car keys. There was also another reason he wasn’t going to say out loud.
It’s hard for him to sleep without you.
After so many nights of your presence, it’s quite hard for him to sleep alone. He can make do on away games, when the unfamiliarity of the hotel room dulls your absence. But in his apartment, where your favorite blanket is thrown over his couch in the living room and your toothbrush sits next to his in the bathroom and your clothes take up a drawer (or two) in his room, leaving your side of the bed empty is almost too loud.
So here the two of you are, sitting at your kitchen counter. Then, your favorite slow song comes on. There’s no denying the instant sparkle in your eyes at the melody. Maybe it’s because he’s on the edge of passing out in exhaustion. Maybe it’s because your moment of spontaneity is egging him on, but your boyfriend suddenly stands up, reaching his hand toward you.
“Can I have this dance?” Sakusa says, and he knows he’s made the right choice at your grin, feeling your hand slip perfectly into his.
As you gently begin to sway to the music, he rests his chin on your head and wraps his arms around you. You quietly sigh into his chest, closing your eyes as the music envelopes you. There’s a tenderness to this moment that you wish you could pocket and keep with you for rainy days, but at least in the moment, you’ll enjoy how perfectly you fit into his arms. How you’re able to feel the soft rise and fall of his breathing.
He hates breaking his routine. But, if he he has to trade an hour or two for the chance to get time like this with you, he’d trade the world.
a/n: part 3 of 3 of my birthday present for the lovely @tenkoushimura <3 happy birthday, darling <3
word count: 2,7k
summary: Kuroo very much enjoys washing your hair. it’s kind of intimacy, that makes it hard for him, not to want to touch you further. even on your birthday when there isn’t much time to work with.
tags: unprotected sex, established relationship, characters aged up, shower sex, quickie, probably more stuff that i haven’t thought off, so please let me know if any i’ve missed
Hot water ran from the showerhead, washing away the stress of a long day. You hum to yourself as the steam curled around your legs. It was your birthday, and your family had been invited to dinner at you and your boyfriends place, so you’d hopped in the shower to get ready before they’d arrive a little later. You’d already asked your boyfriend if he’d prefer showering before or after you, and when he’d told you to go ahead and shower before him, you did just that.
Enjoying your hot shower, you decided on letting yourself absorb the heat for a bit before actually getting to the washing part. Just standing there for a little while and enjoying the warmth before washing yourself down; time ticking by in a steady pace. You knew you’d probably taken a bit longer than you should, if your boyfriend was going to get in after you, but honestly, it was your birthday, so he’d just have to hurry when it was his turn to hop in the shower.
When he opened the door and joined you in the bathroom, it wasn’t a total surprise though. It wasn’t the first time it’d happened andoving together, you knew it wouldn’t be the last either. Hearing the door creak open, you smiled and tilted your head back, closed your eyes and let the water wash over your face. You knew it was him. Living with him, you knew his routines and you could clearly recognize his presence and the sound of his feet on the ground. So you smiled. But still you tipped your head back down and called to him.
“Kuroo?” he hummed in response. You hear him move around and decide to peek out from behind the shower curtain, eyes settling on him. He stood right there, hip leaned against the sink and arms crossed over his chest. He smiled at you.
“Was just going to—“ His words trails off as he gestures vaguely around the bathroom, smile growing into a smirk.
“To what? Make sure I wash my hair properly?” You joke and send him a teasing smile.
“No,” Kuroo said simply, eyes glancing down quickly to where your body disappeared behind the shower curtain. It was so brief that you almost missed it. Almost. “I was actually going to offer a helping hand but…”
“Were you, now?”
“I was.”
“And what would the help involve, more specifically?” You blinked up at him and schooled your face into the most innocent of expressions that you could muster.
“Washing your hair, obviously.” Kuroo mirrored your expression, as his arms unfolded themselves from across his broad chest; hands going for the hem of his shirt. Then he stopped, fabric between his fingers and eyes boring into yours. “Unless you don’t want me to of course. In which case, I can—“
“What gave you the impression that I didn’t?” You lifted an eyebrow at him in question.
“Maybe I just wanted to make sure.” You can’t help but chuckle and roll your eyes at him as you let the curtain fall back in place and move back under the water.
“Come on, Big Boy. We don’t have all night,” you urge and you instantly heared the ruffle of Kuroo stripping off of his clothes, to join you in the shower.
“As you wish, Princess.”
A moment later, he moved the curtain to the side and stepped in behind you. Kuroo didn’t waste time before wrapping his arms around your middle and pressing himself against your back, resting his chin atop of your head. Water poured over both of your bodies and for a moment you just let yourself soak in his warmth, leaning further into him. He sighed. Content. But then pulled back a little.
“What are you doing?” you asked, twisting to look up at him.
“Told you I’d wash your hair, didn’t I?” Kuroo sent you a warm smile and reached out for your bottle of shampoo. “Turn your head,” he instructed as he popped the cap of the bottle. You hummed and did as you were told.
A few moments later, Kuroo started massaging the shampoo into the roots of your hair. Closing your eyes, you leaned into his touch. Kuroo worked his fingers against your scalp, applying a soft pressure. It felt nice. So nice, you couldn’t help the pleased little sound that escaped you.
At first you hadn’t noticed the sound slipping past your lips and Kuroo didn’t bring it up either. At least not when it happened. Instead he instructed you to put your head under the water. Skilled, his fingers kept moving through your hair. Across your scalp. Carding through long strands. Massaging. Caressing. Tender and soft. Another sound escaped you, and this time you did notice. However, when Kuroo didn’t say anything, you expected that he hadn’t heard. You hoped, yet maybe some part of you hoped he did hear how much you enjoyed his touch. But he didn’t acknowledge it. Instead he finished off rinsing out your hair, and when he was satisfied, he softly gathered it all and placed it over your shoulder.
“All done,” Kuroo told you and stepped closer. Dipping his head down towards your other now exposed shoulder, you suddenly realized that he probably had heard that little sound of yours, when something warm brushed against the skin right above the mounds of your ass. His lips softly pressed to your shoulder. Once. Twice. Thrice. Kuroo kissed his way across your shoulder, towards your neck. Instinctively, your head tilted your head to the side, offering Kuroo better access.
“Kuroo–”
“Hmm?” Kuroo stepped even closer, cock trapped between your bodies. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, and you knew that despite the hardness against your backside, he wouldn’t hesitate to stop, if you actually asked him to. But you didn’t.
“No…” Your voice trailed off when his fingers traced up your sides, coming around to cup your tits. Once again Kuroo put his lips to your skin, nipping at the side of your neck.
“What is it then?” He mumbled against your skin.
“Feels nice–” Fingers pinched at your nipples and twisted slightly, breaking off your words in a throaty whine.
“But?” He urged, very well knowing, that you’d meant to say something else, before he’d interrupted you. Maybe he already knew what you were going to say. Maybe that was why he’d interrupted in the first place. Knowing him, that was very likely. He was cocky and confident and sometimes he was a pain in the ass, which meant would be one to tease and interrupt with said teasing, even when he knew you wanted to say something more. But he was also very lovable and the teasing was definitely also one of the reasons why you loved him and adored him as much as you did. You cleared your throat and steeled yourself against the probability of him trying to catch you off guard once more, when you’d start speaking.
“They’ll be here soon,” you began and just as you anticipated, a sharp pinch to your nipple forced a gasp from your lungs. But that wouldn’t stop you, you’d decided. So you continued. “So if we’re going to do this, you have to hurry.” You pressed back against him to emphasize your words, and felt him twitch against your backside and heard his breath catching in his throat.
Kuroo was quick to collect himself, and you almost got disappointed when he removed one hand from the perky nub on the fleshy mounds of your chest, and pulled back. Almost, because before you got that far, the hard warmth of his cock moved between your legs and slapped against your sex, and his hands pulled you back against him.
“I can be quick,” he murmured against your ear. Kuroo let his now free hand run down your side, while slowly rutting against your slippery cunt. “I can be quick, i promise,” he repeated in an unspoken plea. Kuroo’s hand moved over your hip but halted before moving all the way to the place you wanted him most. You twisted your head and pushed one hand into his wet hair, pulling his lips to yours in a chaste kiss. When you pulled back, followed, desperate for more, but you held him back by the hair.
“So, be quick,” you told him as you pressed your hips back against him and connected your lips once more. Realizing your approval, Kuroo didn’t waste time before he let his hand slide the rest of the way to your cunt, ghosting over your pussylips before using two fingers to spread your folds around his cock. His breathing was heavy through his nose as your lips moved in synch. A wet and messy synchronized dance, until you broke your shared pace, by slipping out your tongue, to which he quickly responded by parting his lips and meeting your tongue with his own. With your tongues sliding against each other, Kuroo let his fingers slide past his cock, pushing one against your entrance. His cock throbbed against your inner thigh, and your cunt fluttered in response, clenching before you forced your muscles to relax and invite him inside.
As he pressed one finger inside, Kuroo sucked in a breath, almost breaking the kiss. However you were quick to catch him before he did, even despite your own hips jutting against his touch.
“You’re– Really wet–” Kuroo sighed against your lips. With his finger plunging in and out of your warmth, you can’t help the sounds that escaped you, just to be swallowed up by Kuroo. He did make good of his words on being quick, as he worked you open. Soon enough, he added another finger, having been with you long enough to know that you didn’t mind the slight sting. To know that at times, you prefered it even. Two fingers deep, Kuroo pressed the pad of his thumb against your clit, moving in firm circles against the sensitive nerves. Curling his fingers, you broke the kiss with a gasp, hand going slack and slipping form the back of his head. A low chuckle drifted over the sound of the shower running and to your ears. His fingers curled again, hitting that same spot again before scissoring his fingers inside of you, drawing another moan from your lips. When you looked up at him, you saw his lips curling into a familiar smirk. His fingers pumped in and out of you and your jaw had gone slack. It took you a moment to regain the use of your voice.
“I thought you said you’d be quick?” you managed to ask him, setting a clear challenge that didn’t escape his notice, even through the lustful clouds in his head. The corner of his mouth twitched as the hand still resting on your breast quickly moved to your back, pressing you forward firmly. Your hands slapped against wet tiles before your upper body was pushed flush against it, ass resting against his pelvis.
“You want quick, hm?” Kuroo huffed as he pulled his fingers from your pussy, leaving you clenching around nothing once more. You looked back at him in time to see him lining himself up at your entrance. As if knowing you were watching, Kuroo lifted his gaze, locking his eyes on yours as he pressed the tip inside. You couldn’t help the hiss that whistled out through your teeth. Kuroo didn’t slow down. He took a firm hold of your hip and pushed further inside. His own jaw slacked and a low whine drawled from his throat when he sheathed himself inside you completely.
“Fuck–” Kuroo’s fingers tightened at your hip and the other hand moved into your hair. “You feel so– So good.” His breath hitched as you clamped down on him, urging him to move. And ever the gentleman, if he dared say so himself, he complied; pulling back and slapping back inside. Fast. Hard. Kuroo picked up and settled on a ferocious pace that had you mewling and babbling in time with each of his thrusts. His own sounds mingled with yours and the noise of his skin slapping against yours.
Kuroo soon pulled you back up against his own body, drilling into you with a desperate need. With you flush against his chest, Kuroo let his head flop down on your shoulder, resting his forehead against your skin, as he let out a long pitched whine.
Sex with Kuroo was like this. He enjoyed being cocky and teasing you in regards to foreplay. He knew what you liked and how you liked it. However his cocky attitude failed him, whenever his cock was buried inside your pussy, and he was reduced to a whining, needy mess, thrusting mercilessly into your tight hole. And you liked him like that. He was pure instincts, heavy breathing and intense stamina.
Kuroo’s fingers found their way to your clit as he continued to thrust his cock into you. His other hand roamed your body, tracing your skin as if trying to savor each and every inch of you. Each and every tiny moment he was able to touch you.
As a means to keep yourself steady, you had one hand braced against the cold tiles. With each of Kuroo’s thrusts, you felt yourself rising further and further up on your toes. Whether to make it easier for Kuroo to thrust into you or maybe to try and upend his relentless pace, you actually didn’t know to be sure. Maybe it was both. However, just as you reached all the way up to your tippy toes, the angle of Kuroo’s thrusts changed. Your knees wobbled and your eyes rolled back when he hit the sweetest spot inside of you. Ever the observant partner, Kuroo noticed the slight quiver of your body. the flutter of your cunt around him. His lips latched onto your skin as he drilled into that same spot again. and again. and again.
Your eyes screwed shut as you grabbed onto Kuroo’s arm, clinging on for dear life as your legs started shaking. Kuroo worked his finger faster on your clit. His breathing got heavier and harder as he panted against your skin.
“Please–” His words broke off in a groan, almost drowned out by the crescendo of moans falling over your lips.”You can– Cum for me, please– Baby please–” Kuroo snapped his hips sharply against yours and pressed down harder on your clit. Your jaw dropped and the heat that’d been pooling in the pit of your stomach snapped. Your walls pulsed around Kuroo’s cock, drawing a deep moan from his throat, as he fought to keep his pace steady through your high.
He failed. Of course he did. Kuroo was an attentive lover, and he never allowed himself to tumble over the edge before you’d done so first. But when you did, he never lasted long. But how could he, when the noises you made were so sweet, and when you clenched around him and you just felt so good? Kuroo’s thrusts stuttered. Turned sloppy as your walls milked his cock dry. Every last drop was squeezed from the angry tip still rutting deep inside of your pussy. Little by little, his movements stilled. The water was starting to lose its heat. Kuroo’s arms snaked around your middle and pulled you closer, and for a moment you let yourself enjoy his warmth, caressing the skin of his forearms with your fingertips. Contempt, Kuroo nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck. A mild smile graced your face before turning slightly wicked.
“Did the quick part end with the orgasm?” You teased and felt his hold on you tightening slightly. “We still have to hurry, you know. Probably now more than would’ve needed be.” Kuroo’s deep groan had you laughing heartily, as you reached over to turn off the water.
“Don’t laugh,” Kuroo mumbled against your shoulder.
“Aww, why not?” You asked in feigned innocence. However, his reply was not what you expected.
“Because if you do,” he started, finally lifting his head and nibbling at your earlobe. “It’ll get hard again and we don’t have time for round two, now do we?”
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