content warning -> uuuhhhhh desperate suna x fem!dom (not really) reader, casual hookup culture / distant mention of reader x tsukki (casual), no romance, not proofread
ā³ A/N - another draft that's been collecting dust, i share my word crumbs and disappear once more
Suna Rintarou has known you since high school, he prides himself quite a bit on knowing almost every detail about you. Almost.
But now heās sat on your couch in your living room, mouth watering at the dismissive look youāre giving him and the room feeling so much warmer than it was before. Itās normal to want to fuck your best friend to prove a point, right?
Right?
The change had started a week ago, maybe two. A shift in the air caused by the Miya twins at a friendly get together at his place. Innocent, maybe slightly intoxicated because of the beer being haphazardly passed around and inhibitions lost because of it.
Atsumu was complaining about something like he always does, muttering about how he fumbled at practice. Which leads to Osamu ragging on him and comparing it to his brotherās shitty luck with getting laid.
āI doĀ not fumble that badly,ā Atsumuās words are slightly slurred and the flush on his face could either be from embarrassment or from the alcohol - who knows.
āYou called me after the last girl, cryinā cause your junk wouldnāt work-ā Osamu points out but is swiftly swatted with a couch pillow from his twin.
Suna is snickering to himself, already half way through his third beer. Or was it fourth? He canāt really remember actually. His body feels warm and his head is doing little silly twirls.
Youāre sat on the lone arm chair, watching everything go down with a little mischievous smile hidden behind the rim of your beer can. Suna catches your eye, brow raised as you share a quick teasing look about Atsumuās latest woes before youāre both quietly laughing to yourselves.
āY/N!ā Atsumu is suddenly calling out.
āTsumu,ā you chirp back, settling back into the arm chair as you await whatever it is heāll say.
āDid you really hook up with Tsukishima?āĀ
His question makes Suna pause.
You hooked up with his teammate?Ā
You? The girl he used to have to help shimmy out of her push up bra when you clicked it into a hook just slightly too tight to undo on your own?
āShoyo says you did, but I called bullshit-ā Atsumu is still going on and Osamu is squinting at you as well - neither twin could fathom it.
Neither could Suna.
His mind is running a mile a minute. Heās heard of Tsukishimaās hook ups - the few tidbits of information that were ever dragged out of the blonde at least. How his type usually stayed on the brattier side then suddenly Suna is imaginingĀ you like that.
On your knees, pouting up at him as you whine about him not fucking you. The way your eyes could tear up a little at how badly you needĀ him to dick you down-
āYeah, we did a couple of times.ā You respond with a half shrug, taking a swig from your can and watching in amusement as Atsumu flies off the handles.
āSerious?ā Osamu is the one to question you now - disbelief evident in his own voice and expression.
Suna is blinking slowly, then a few beats too quickly as he reels himself in because his train of thought went south so quickly. Just like how quickly he imagines you could devolve to begging if he-
What is wrong with him?
āYouāre a brat?ā He canāt even recognise which Miya said it. His body is on fire and his ears are sensitive to your voice right now because heĀ needs to know.
You scoff, brows furrowed and a look of mild disgust crosses your features.
āDo IĀ look like Iād be a brat?ā You retort and the silence that follows makes you sit up straighter,Ā ā youāreĀ offended.
Atsumu breaks the silence first, bursting into a fit of laughter before stumbling to his feet and rushing into the kitchen to avoid the onslaught of pillows and empty beer cans you tossed his way. Osamu gives you a half hearted smirk, amusement in his eyes and he lets his response linger in the air by taking another swig from his own can but Suna is braver, dumber than the twins somehow.
āYeah,ā he agrees, thighs spreading wider in his seat in a desperate attempt to hide the boner heād popped at your abrupt admission to hooking up with his teammate.
āYou wish,ā you retorted lamely, not beating the allegations that any of them had of you but the faux confidence running through your veins and the familiarity of friendship had blurred any sense of privacy for a moment, āyou couldnāt handle me.ā
Couldnāt handle you?Ā Suna echoed in his mind, mouth growing parched enough for him to take a quick sip of beer in an attempt to wet his mouth again. It hit his ego, that look in your eyes and that annoyed frown on your face. He could take you. He could handle you-
āAlright, alright, movinā on-ā Osamu changes the conversation and whatever perceived tension Suna had felt grows one-sided.Ā
The rest of the night is spent complaining about work, Atsumu had returned at some point to add to the conversation and Suna was left ruminating in his thoughts - pants uncomfortably tight the entire time. It was hard to think when every time you laughed he swore he could see the fat of your tits jiggle through your shirt with the full body movement, were you braless? Itād not be the first time youād let the girls loose around them, modesty thrown out the window as you argued they walked around in their briefs and boxers more often than not.Ā
Then it lead to the following week of him harassing Tsukishima at practice, his normal nonchalance out the window as he prodded at his teammate for a lick of information. Anything to confirm his wet dreams and heated fantasies were true.Ā
āSheās not a brat,ā heād finally gotten out of Tsukishima, the blonde growing slightly red in the face but Suna couldnāt tell if it was from embarrassment of his sex life or the exertion from practice.Ā
But that one sentence was enough to morph his fantasies. You werenāt a brat? Then were you just into getting it hard and rough?Ā
āWhy canāt you just ask her?ā heād vaguely heard his teammate complain and heād brushed him off, going back to nonchalance and disinterest as if he wasnāt imagining you bent over in the locker room begging for him to stuff you full already.Ā
The week long mental anguish of trying to envision your pussy was enough for your casual Friday movie night to morph into whatever this current situation was, him incessantly egging you on about your sex life and all but begging you to give him the juicy details. Specifically about whatās in your pants but thatās neither here nor there.
āChrist, have you been abstinent lately or something?ā you sigh and he has to bite back a moan at how airy your voice sounded.Ā
But to you this is annoying, Sunaās never particularly cared about your sex life and suddenly your Friday night is all about him verbally pawing at your thighs and repeatedly asking not so subtle questions about what goes on in the confines of your bed.Ā Just barely toeing the line of too much, off-handed questions about your pace, if you like being man-handled, even a quick question about if youāve slept with a woman or not as if satisfy his need to know if youād ever fooled around with someone elsesā tits - non-stop invasive questions that only lead to you looking at him with a frown and annoyed eyebrow raise.
āRin,ā your tone is warning, the affectionate short-hand of his name shouldnāt make him bite his lip and eye-fuck you like heās on his third orgasm already but youāre just dismissive of the state heās in and itās driving him insane.
How are you not as turned on as him right now? Are you wet? Are your panties sticking tight to your lips and your tits aching for him to grab at them and mould them to the shape of his hands-
āAre you getting off to this right now?ā your voice is incredulous because you should be ashamed of the fact that you knowĀ that face. The one he makes when heās horny and barely coherent, the one that youāve seen way too many times at friendly gatherings where heās gotten a little too tipsy and handsy with you, with the guys, with anyone within a meter radius with him.
āMānot..ā he mumbles out, voice low as he lets out a deep breath as if itād help him clear his head and notĀ override his senses with another whiff of you and your laundryās detergent that linger in the couch fabric. Itās not even anything crazy, nothing about the fresh laundry smell should make him this feral but itās youĀ and that same fabric softener with the feint smell of something floral thatās barely there because strong scents overstimulate you.
āRin-ā āSit on my face.ā
Thereās a painfully long beat of silence at his words, heās staring at you with lowered lids and his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. He hopes youāre as horny as he is but when you just raise a brow at him again he wants to get on his knees and grovel, kiss at your thighs til you part your legs and let him in.
āDude.ā āJust one taste, please.ā
It feels like an out of body experience, even when you ādudeā him or ābruhā or quip that heās like a stray dog when heās suddenly collapsing onto the ground and shuffling to slot himself between your legs - broad shoulders forcing your left leg over his right shoulder and your right leg dangles off the couch. The attention isnāt necessarily unwanted, itād be a lie to say you havenāt experimented with him back in university but heās never been this desperate. Nosing his way into your clothed crotch, head shaking side to side and the tips of his hair tickle your inner thighs enough for you to try and cage his head in place with your hands and your thighs.
He whines when he feels the slightly damp material, assumes youāre just as horny as him but you sigh, frustrated, inconvenienced by his actions and he shudders. You donāt stop him when his fingers hastily shove your shorts and panties to the side, and you donāt tell him to āfuck offā when he flattens his tongue and firmly licks a long and slow stripe up against your lower set of lips. Youāre dry.
Not entirely, youāre a little moist but thatās mostly the self-cleaning organ doing the self-cleaning part, youāre not even remotely turned on like he is and that sets him off. Salivating to try and make up for the lack of bodily lubricants leaking from your hole like heād hoped, spitting, swabbing his tongue back and forth, nose rubbing and bumping against your clip nonsensically as he tries to drench you in his own makeshift lubricant.Ā
You sigh once more but itās not frustration anymore, like youāre a little relieved and disappointed at the same time at his messy ministrations. You card a hand through his hair, the other pulling your shirt up and exposing your stomach to his wandering hands and you instinctively pinch the back of his right hand when he squeezes the fat of your belly - a warning to not do that again if he reallyĀ wants to get some tonight.
āYouāre such a messy eater,ā you comment dryly, fingers twirling a couple of strands of his hair while he whines into your pussy and suctions his lips around your hole - some obscene attempt to suck an orgasm out of you literally, at least thatās what you presumed.
He can sense it, that youāre bored, even as he shakes his head side to side once more to drag his tongue back and forth, and side to side, and even fucking his tongue into you a couple times for a better taste, youāre not rutting against him and chasing your high. He lets out a little frustrated whine at that, but itās quickly muffled by a moan when the underside of your right foot settles on his crotch. Not too heavy, just light pressure that steadily gets heavier and has him dry-humping your foot to chase his own high.
The desperation in his actions makes you snort and finally you pull him away from between your legs by pushing him back by his forehead. Thereās a broken little sound that escapes his mouth but he quickly shuts up when you cup his face, thumb soothing his bottom lip and then youāre cooing at him like he did a good job, like it was a great first try. Heās not even sure whatās going on, not when your thumb suddenly pops into his mouth and heās sucking on the digit, humming when you press his tongue with the pad of it before youāre withdrawing your hand from his face and heās left with his jaw agape and chest heaving a little.
He vaguely hears you asking if heās okay, telling him to use his words when he dumbly nods at you and heās quick to respond with a breathless āyeahā. Then suddenly youāre standing up, getting him to sit instead of kneel on the floor, his back pressed against the base of the couch and your hand guiding his head to rest on the cushion. Thereās no resistance on his end, no signs of complaint as you ask him if he wants to stop, then youāre kneeling on the couch after kicking your panties and shorts off, your pussy hovering above his face and your hands resting on the backrest for leverage and he wants to ascend to heaven.
āThis is what you wanted, right?ā your tone is playful as you say it, and heās got no chance to retort with something sarcastic or rude when youāre settling down on his face and setting the pace with your hips.Ā
Slow little circles, his mouth falls open and his tongue rests flat before heās pointing and jutting it up to taste you better. You let out a low moan and his hands fly up to grip at your thighs and pull you down even harder onto his face, when you let out a breathless laugh at that action he whimpers a little into you. Heās never done this with someone before, played into their hands and let them ruin him but youāre doing it so effortlessly.Ā
Your right hand stays braced on the couch, helping you stay steady as your left moves to loosely grab a fistful of his hair, guiding him to nod his head a little in tune with the way you start to hump his face. His left hand disappears, you can feel the warmth of where his fingers previously dug into your thigh still and you glance over your shoulder to see him roughly palm himself through his sweats.
āGood boy..ā you coo at him, rewarding him with a slow grind of your hips that digs his nose into your clit at just the right angle that has you letting out a drawn out moan and you catch the way the heel of his palm is roughly pressing into his hard-on.
You canāt help the next laugh that spills from your lips, the mirth in watching him fall apart underneath you and suddenly youāre pulling yourself off of him, ignoring his desperate pleas of āwait no-, not yetā and āp-please sit, please, please, sitā. His grip is weak when he latches both hands back onto your hips, fingers slipping from his own clammy grip and he feels broken when you lift off of him entirely and stand up, his hands slipping down to the back of your thighs and heās hugging your legs now.Ā
He looks a mess, face red and coated in a mix of his saliva and your juices, hair frazzled from the combination of your hands and his own movement, eyes glazed over and slightly teary. Your eyes trail down his form, the shirt that clings onto his heated skin and to the visible wet spot in his sweats, the kind of stain that lets you know that heād cum at some point.
You snort at the sight and he swallows dryly at the view above him.
Thereās no thoughts in his head when he leans forward to attempt to press his lips back against your pussy but youāre stepping away and out of his hold, turning away from him as you grab the TV remote and go back to what you were originally doing - picking a movie for movie night.
content warning -> smut drabble, unprotected p in v
ā³ A/N - i have absolutely no clue when i wrote this but i found it in my drafts
Tsukishima can get mean sometimes during sex, itās the need to tease you til youāre begging. He canāt resist. Itās even better when you get mad at him for bullying you, how you squeeze around him in frustration without realising.
But oh god, even he can be a mess at times.
When youāre all teary eyed and whimpering underneath him, his tip weeping alongside you and his shaft almost painfully hard - he hasnāt even put it in yet and youāre staring up at him all glassy eyed. His right hand is holding your left thigh, gripping the plush flesh a little too tight to be comfortable and his left is squeezing the base of his cock; an almost pathetic attempt to stop himself from cumming before heās even slid the tip in.
Donāt cum, donāt cum, fuck donāt cu-
āPlease? Kei-Ā please-ā Your voice cuts through his train of thought and he nearly topples over. āWant it so bad please, please, plea-ā
Your pleas are cut off by the frustrated moan that spills out of your mouth, Tsukishima had abruptly started grinding his dick along your puffy pussy accompanied by an almost desperate little whimper of his own slipping underneath the growl he lets out.
Heās as frustrated as you are now, head fuzzy and dizzy. Uncoordinated in his attempt to fuck into you and youāre just- ā..wet. Fuck-Ā Fuck, youāre so wet..ā heās babbling low under his breath as he attempts again to push the head of his cock Ā into your pussy.
But he canāt get it to stay in, youāre pushing him out without meaning to by how much youāre squirming and heās losing his mind - so close- fuck heās so close to blowing his load and heās not even balls deep inside of you yet.
āStop teasing,ā you hiss at him, brows furrowed as your grip on the sheets tightens up in additional frustration.Ā
āNot teasing, youāre just so-Ā sloppy-ā he bites back as the tip catches on your entrance again with another pathetic rut of his hips. āStayĀ still.ā
His last word, no, command is punctuated by both his hands gripping onto your thigh and pushing your legs against your chest - pinning you underneath him forcefully before heās rutting against you like a crazed beast. Mounting you with reckless abandon and sliding his dick between your pussy lips but stillĀ not inside yet.Ā
The friction and the slick noises is driving you both insane, mewls and moans echoing even without the thing youāre both aching for.
āKei plea-ā you canāt even finish your plea for it when youāre cut off again by your own moan, when you feel the weight of Tsukishimaās cock finally slide into your pulsing hole.Ā
Itās not like he can hear you anyway over the sound of his own shaky breaths, the stuttered groan that leaves him. He canāt think straight as he tosses your legs over the crook of his arms, humping into you like heās in heat and all he can think about is that delectable squelch of your pussy welcoming him home with every panicked thrust of his hips.
Heās barely coherent at your contradicting demands, āharder Keiā, āslow down Kei-ā, āmm- just like that!ā. Itās not for your pleasure anymore, itās purely raw instinct the way heās still rutting into you despite the fact heās already cum inside you 15 minutes ago.Ā
His head is drooped, his breath ragged and he feels like his body is on fire. Thereās a distant āh-hah no more!ā from you but that doesnāt stop him from giving one final deep thrust, heavy enough to have you moan out and squeeze around him that last time. That familiar tight hug around his cock that drains him of his last droplets of arousal.
Youāll complain about it in the morning, how your hip and lower back hurts from how hard he went but for now youāre content with being stuffed full of cum and your legs slightly numb from how heās still got you pinned down under his weight. Thereās slight movement from him, nothing near as intense as moments prior but rather soothing somehow despite the mild overstimulation. Slow and gentle little grinds, one last hump where he pushes all of his weight into you and tries to ensure his softening dick slides as far as it possible can inside of you before heās slowly pulling out and letting his limp dick all but flop out (neither of you comments on the obnoxious āpopā that follows his exit).
āYouāre cute when you cry,ā he hears you comment mindlessly and all he can muster is a lazy glare once he lets your legs go, nestling on top of you and burying you with his body.
āShut up,ā he mutters into your neck, making himself comfortable and becoming a human heavyweight blanket as the post-sex cuddling session begins, letting you talk about whatever you want as he gives an occasional hum in response to show heās listening.
Iwa would be the one that got away for me, but in the sense that I thought he was too good for me and broke up with him and then proceed to yearn for him in every relationship afterwards whether intentional or not
And from his pov Iād just have been that first awkward relationship where you flop around, fight a lot and have terrible communication because youre young and stupid and donāt know how to do better if you didnāt have anyone with a healthy relationship to model yours off of - still some fond memories in there but otherwise a āglad it happened rather than not at allā
One of my all time poly ships is shirabu x reader x kawanishi and I cannot for the life of me explain why it started.
Itās slightly tsundere mean guy 1 and really tall hard to read guy 2 and it makes me FERAL the way neither would let anyone talk shit but also neither need to verbally say anything about it
Theyre both competitive in the sport they played in HS but once theyre done theyāre deep in their studies at uni like, shirabu is stressed with early greys at med school already and taichi is taking it easier - managing to bartend to make some steady money on the side to treat either one of you to your fave snacks and sometimes treating shirabu to homemade concoctions to get him to relax a little between exam bursts
Not much talking and verbal reassurance tbh, but theyāre both vocal when they need to be - it matters when they do finally speak, its all actions otherwise and smaller details. Both reading into what youre doing and knowing immediately when you breathe a certain way that youre upset, shirabu maybe being a bit nosier and a bit snippier than taichi but taichi just hums and pulls you into him - easily resting his head on top of yours and grounding you
Shirabu casually diagnosing ailments on you guys??? Getting mad when either of you get sick and putting his books down for once to make sure youre taking meds and drinking water and sleeping properly
Taichi getting back home late from an extra shift he picked up and seeing you curled up on the couch with your head in Shirabuās lap while the latter is still wearily flicking through anatomy pages to the side - as quietly as he possibly can be before Taichiās ushering you both off to the actual bed with a familiar scent of whiskey and smoke radiating off of him (he doesnt smoke but the clientele definitely do)
tsukishima talks a lotta shit for a guy that pops a boner when he sees your bra strap.
absolutely rock hard when you send a selfie of your fully clothed chest for a āfit checkā
donāt ask him how hard he jerks off when you sent a pic of you giving a stray cat scratches and a sliver of your thigh is visible in frame, its literally just the outer edge of it peeking out from your shorts and all he texts is ācute catā and not āi wanna fuck you so hard you cant leave bedā
who texts you late at night bc he canāt sleep and he doesnāt wanna admit that all your spelling errors and whining in text is enough for him to stuff one hand under his sweats and palm himself through his briefs because he can imagine how you sound when youre tired
you told him he has a nice voice one time and now he sends voice notes every few texts and especially when heās just woken up for the day in hopes it riles you up as much as his morning wood is destroying his composure
you donāt seem to catch on to the way heās barely coherent some movie nights when youāre braless and wearing one of his old t-shirts you stole aeons ago, you canāt seem to catch the way he keeps oggling your thighs that are covered by the oversized fabric - you have modest sleep shorts underneath but the big shirt draped over you hides it and just the insinuation that you COULD be just rocking panties (or nothing if he was really lucky) underneath it makes it so tsukkiās biting back shaky breaths as he busies himself with fucking into his fist in the bathroom once youāre asleep
itās okay he just gets meaner as a defense, but his retorts are weak and his roasts make no sense when heās horny because heās one stray comment away from telling you that youāre being a brat and he needs to fix that
Yearner Kuroo that shoots himself in the foot by setting his long term crush up with Kenma.
He shouldnāt have, he regrets it every damn time he spots you hanging out with Kenma. His heart aches when he notices how you casually hang off of Kenmaās shoulders like he does, his hands ball into fists and his nails dig into his palms at the thought of you two kissing.
And then he spots you peck Kenmaās temple just to mess with the bleach blonde and he feels his body run cold.
Can he keep this up? Keep pretending heās fine even as he bares witness to your physical affection to one another.
How his best friend loosens up around you instead of clamping up and shutting down? How could he even dare to regret this arrangement when Kenma asks him how youāre doing? Kenma rarely cares about ā anyoneā other than those he deems interesting, so Kuroo can only hand over the information with a tight smile. Yet he always misses the deadpan expression Kenma gives him.
Because yearning Kuroo is an absolute idiot.
It doesnāt dawn on him even when youāre still actively hanging out with ā himā , Kuroo, the man himself. He doesnāt register that youāre always holding his hand, or looping your arm through his. He just thinks youāre friendly.
He doesnāt register the pecks on the cheek you give him or the shy looks you give ā himā , because he thinks youāve just gotten comfortable being friends with him.
Kurooās an idiot with limited relationship experience. Keyword is ā relationshipā , of the romantic kind. Heās had plenty of friends, hook ups, everything else - but someone showing romantic interest in him? Oh, heās stupid.
Even now, as youāre cuddled up into his side nervously fiddling with your fingers and he knows somethingās on your mind.
āYou okay..?ā He asks low, nudging the top of your head with his cheek to get you to look up at him - the latest episode of the anime Kenma had suggested forgotten in the background.
Thereās hesitation before you look up at him, a flustered expression on your face when you struggle to meet his eyes. He knows that look, itās always one where youāre feeling insecure and he instinctively raises a hand up to rub a thumb against your cheek to help soothe your nerves. Because heās a good friend that knows what you need.
āI just-ā you stammer for a moment, take a deep breath and close your eyes before opening them again to meet his, āYou never kiss me unless youāre drunk..ā
Huh?
Kuroo feels his face heat up, his heart race in his chest and the hand holding your face freezes in place.
Has he been making moves on his best friendās girl? What kind of asshole does tha-
āI know you get shy around Kenma,ā you continue on and his mind feels like its being drowned in static.
āWeāve been dating for weeks,ā ā you have?ā
āThe only time youāll kiss me is when weāre at a party-ā heās kissed you?
āSo I just- wanted to check are we good?ā
His jaw drops open and youāre looking up at him still, clearly anxious, clearly uncertain about your place in life. And he realises how stupid he is because he never actually set you up with Kenma.
Ushijima who isnāt opposed to the idea of sex nor sex as an act in general - heās not a virgin, professional athlete whoās been 6 foot something for most of his life and a strong jawline with that mysterious silent demeanour? Absolute catch, some kind of catnip for most women (and some men).
But he doesnāt really seek it out, he doesnāt reject someoneās advances if he finds them attractive (or what he supposes is attraction) - then he meets you .
You donāt seek him out for his body, aside from holding his hand and requesting intimacy through more innocent means of affection (hugs and cuddling, the occasional kiss) - whatās surprising is he doesnāt question it.
He doesnāt get self conscious of you not being sexually active with one another which is so, refreshing, until youāre doubting yourself. Doubting whether or not heās actually okay with being with you when youāre not interested in sex. The downward spiral into concerns about how youāve essentially locked the man into a relationship that may feel more like a roommate situation even though you are romantically attracted to him and vice versa.
But he just blinks at you, furrows his brows in confusion, and reiterates that he doesnāt care.
If heās horny he can masturbate.
Word for word he said that.
āIf I need to, I will masturbate.āĀ
That was the end of the discussion, no flimsy words or flowery language trying to play up the reassurance. Just straight forward and blunt like always.
It wasnāt a sore subject, no, not at all. It wasnāt like you were walking on eggshells and waiting for the ticking timebomb of an argument to ensue when you avoid his advances. Ushijima respected your no easily.
If you shied away from his touch or abruptly pulled back when he had gotten a little handsier than usual, he took it in stride. Apologised quietly (almost intimately) and went on about his day without much thought - because to him, he knew that you would seek him out when you felt the urge to be affectionate and he can wait.
Thereās been talks about ending the relationship, opening the relationship, opening the relationship on his side so he an still āget the actionā he allegedly deserves (your words, not his) - all met with a firm āIs this what youĀ want though?ā. And he sees through your hesitant yes. Gently resting a hand on your knee or holding your hand when he waits for you to make eye contact with your actual answer of āNo.. I donāt want thatā then the topic wraps itself back up with you questioning him and him answering every question to the best of his abilities.
Because sex isnāt everything, at least, not to the two of you.
18+ suggestive ā vamp! kuroo x best friend! reader
content warning -> suggestive content but not inherently NSFW, fem! reader in mind but relatively neutral, not proofread ever
ā³ A/N - i woke up bleary eyed and fumbled to my phone to jot down these thoughts before i forgot.
āYouāre sure about this?ā Kuroo is asking you for the umpteenth time, even as youāre currently sat on his lap with your back pressed against his chest.
āYes, dumbass, why else would I offer?ā You hiss out in irritation, turning your head slightly to give him a glare before looking back at the TV in front of you and tilting your head slightly so your neck is exposed.
Friends help friends, right?
So it only makes sense, that as a friend, you offer up a little nip of blood to your dear friend Kuroo when he forgets to re-stock his blood bag supply.
āYouāre making it sound weirder than it has to be,ā your voice loses itās edge as you relax against him, a hand lazily reaching for the remote to hit play on the random C drama you had discovered recently.
Kurooās shaking his head slightly, a small chuckle of disbelief escaping him as he silently thanks his sire for no longer having a beating heart because heĀ knows it would be thundering in his chest right now. Because here you are, his loveliestĀ friend sitting pretty in his lap with your neck on display and heās having to swallow down the saliva pooling in his mouth so he doesnāt seem like some deranged starved beast.
āJust making sure..ā He mumbles softly and you donāt register how close his voice is to your ear until you feel his cold lips brush against your neck briefly.
It makes you shiver, both in a good way and in the āJesus Christ, what the fuck?ā kind of way when it hits you howĀ cold Kuroo is. That your best friend is actually unnervingly cold to the touch when you realise thereās no body heat radiating from him despite the full body contact. Itās kind of like sitting on a soft leather couch thatās been sitting in an air conditioned room, comfortable, but a little chilly to sit on.
You donāt get much more time to think over hypotheticals when Kurooās tracing one of his fangs gently over the skin, his tongue brushing gently behind it and suddenly youāre wondering why his tongue is so warm despite everything else followed by the slight chill of cold air hitting wet skin. Then itās both of his fangs tracing lightly down the side of your neck and towards the juncture connecting the skin to your shoulder.
Kuroo raising his hands from his sides to rest on your thighs now, his right thumb rubbing soothing little patterns into the flesh there as his left moves up before heās hugging that arm around your waist. The gesture is intimate, reassuring, it makes you ignore the way he still hasnāt sunk his teeth in yet but you can feel his breath against you grow ragged and thereās a slight tremor in his hands as he continues to tease his fangs against your neck and his tongue wonāt stop in lapping at the slightly salty tang he tastes there.
āKuroo Testu-ā You donāt get a chance to huff out his government name in annoyance at this blood-drinking foreplay when heās suddenly gripping your thigh and hugging your waist tight to him, pinning you in place as he finally bites down into your neck with a low groan escaping him before it pitches into a broken needy whine.
You canāt stop your body from shuddering, and you barely manage to cover the moan that threatened to claw itās way out of your throat by letting out a hiss of pain at the sudden sting from his actions. You have to let out a deep breath, a deep manualĀ breath because it feels like youāve suddenly forgotten the intuitive action.Ā
Another moment passes like this, his teeth sunken into the flesh connecting your neck to your shoulder and your breath finally returns to you in broken puffs. But you feel how the air around you feels thicker, heavier, your body feels warmer and your thighs instinctively squeeze together when Kuroo starts messily lapping at the blood leaking out from the puncture wounds - you could almost mistake it for an apology if not for the way he struggles to bite back a little moan of his own at the taste.
His hair tickles the underside of your jaw slightly, just enough to make you let out a shaky breathless giggle. You feel his arm holding you snug to him tense slightly before heās letting out a chuckle of his own against your skin and easing up his grip on your thigh.Ā
āWhatās sāfunny, mm..?ā He asks low, voice barely above a husky murmur like heās telling you a secret. You donāt even have to turn your head to look at him to know that heās got a playful glint in his eyes, the kind that he has before he mercilessly tickles you until youāre close to pissing until you chew him out for it.
āYour hair tickles..ā You reply and let out another little laugh, bringing a hand up to try and push his face away when he purposefully nuzzles his nose into your neck and makes his messy tufts brush against your jaw again.
āKnock it off-ā You try to protest but are cut off by your own surprised gasp when you feel his lips pressed against your neck again before heās gently biting his teeth into the flesh and sucking lightly. It was different from when he was drinking your neck, this felt more like-
āAre you giving me a hickey?ā You sit up straight, wrestling in his grip to escape and detach him from your neck before he succeeds in bruising your neck but itās too late. You feel the familiar pang of a hickey developing and when you check with your right hand, your fingers brush against the ridges his teeth left behind.
Kuroo sits back, leaning his weight into the couch youāre sat on and the smug (and satisfied) little smile on his lips betrays any potential apology he can utter. Not when you can see blood still smeared on his bottom lip. Not when you freeze in place when you watch his tongue peek out briefly to swipe up the remnants of it. Especially not when you catch the way his eyes flutter a little at the taste before heās focusing back on you, eyes half lidded and his breath barely evened out.
The height difference between Testurou and you had never really been something you paid much attention to. Not during your years in middle school where he had abruptly hit puberty, nor during high school where he grew into his taller build - widening out a little and looking more comfortable in himself.
Itās never really been an issue.
He has a tendency to bend down slightly when heās talking to you, not like you ever picked it up, it was only ever enough that you didnāt have to crane your neck up nor him crane his neck down if you were closer than a meter.Ā
You hadnāt even noticed it when you were catching up in the hallways at university, the way he instinctively finds a wall to lean his shoulder and body weight into then naturally dips his head towards you during conversation.Ā Ā
Well, itās never been a big enough issue for youĀ at least. For him though?
Kuroo Tetsurou has been living in one of the outer rings of hell since you both had started puberty.
Not the subtle changes no - the abrupt changes. The ones that pivot the height dynamic between you two, the one that flips everything he was used to on itās head. He went from being almost the same height as you and Kenma, to towering a head taller than the both of you seemingly over night.
It had been fun at first, teasing you with the change - holding your plushies above your head, a snack you wanted, anything you wanted he could hold just slightly out of your reach and have you jumping and whining at him to give it back. It was cute. It was innocent.
Until youĀ hit puberty too and then suddenly all he can think about his how soft and small you are in comparison to him when you tackle him to snatch your pencil case back. He laughed it off originally, assumed it was a one off thing - that puberty made him overreact.
Then you grew.. assets.
The height difference meant that if he tilted his head too far down his eyes would instinctively make a bee-line directly to where your chest was. It was worse when you folded your arms, the way you naturally crossed your forearms underĀ your breasts and lifted them slightly made his breath catch in his throat and heād choke on air only to whip around like heād seen some kind of Victorian blasphemy.
18+ contains suggestive / NSFW HCs at the end ā unflattering selfies
ā³ A/N - silly thoughts about the selfies a few of the hq fellas might send, not proofread, no proper formatting just open thoughts
iwaizumi hajime
depending on how you get into a relationship with iwa, thereās a 50/50 chance that heās fine sending selfies LEMME ELABORATE
if you date iwa after being friends, youāre already used to the silly selfies heād send in the seijoh 4 group chat - the ones where he sends a distinctly disgusted face in reaction to oikawaĀ
heās already comfortable with you, the difference now is that instead of jokingly hostile or chaotic selfies heās sending things that could be considered more flirty - a little love sick even when he sends a selfie with a caption of āmiss youā and itās his groggy face smushed against his pillow and a similar caption of āwish you were hereā (you literally saw him the night before)
if youāre dating iwa without being part of his core group, heās a little shyer and a little stiff when sending selfies - a bit more posed, a bit staged, safer photos like just his face in the corner of the photo and the noticeable flush on his cheeks and ears with a slight blur because his hands were shaky when you asked to see him
it takes a couple months before he starts getting lazier with his pictures, starting to opt for the more chaotic side of him that his friends know well and then one day he sends you an āuglyā selfie of himself (heās got his face tucked into his neck to look like heās gained 4 chins and hits anĀ insane expression with the caption of āPOV you tie my shoelacesā and it has you hollering for weeks on end)
now for other notes
heās not against sending gym pics - not thirst trap level or trying to āmogā or flex, but he happens to be at the gym when you ask what heās up to and he shoots a quick mirror pic or if heās seated on the bench press he just sits up and takes a quick selfie of his chest and face - sweat droplets evident on his temple and the tank he wore to exercise accentuating whatās visible of his biceps
mattsun, makki and oikawa all have an album dedicated to the most unhinged photos of iwa that theyāve collected over the years - no one has any duplicates and everyone is extremely proud of their own collection, during the occasional reunion youāll meet up and proudly display your own additions to your own collection that has the other three cracking up so hard that makki almost throws up from how hard heās laughing meanwhile iwaās questioning his friendship to the guys and his relationship with you (light heartedly)
ushijima wakatoshi
he kinda takes photos like a boomer does, or back when people didnāt understand how to take flattering photos of themselves
chronic underchin photographer - he doesnāt think much about it, whenever you ask to see him or if you can get a photo most of the time heās looking down at his phone with a slight squint because the brightness is too low in contrast to the courts overhead lights and thereās a high chance the photo youāll get from him looks like a shadowy entity because he doesnāt think to angle the phone in a way that the light from above wonāt cast his entire face into shadows
the nicest photos you ever receive from ushijima is pictures taken by his old HS teammates or the occasional pro teammate that takes pity on you and tries to give you a nicer photo - itās not like you care much, the fact wakatoshi is so willing to send you a picture the moment he sends you a text says enough in itself
thereās a handful of selfies from him that are slightly angled better, those ones usually have a curious onlooker over his shoulder - anyone ranging from his coaches, his teammates, occasionally even a stranger at the gym thatās gotten used to ushijimaās admittedly strange behaviour (they get to know him and realise heās just a blunt and slightly quirky guy)
a majority of the pics you receive from ushijima most likely arenāt even selfies, itās pictures of the court if heās at practice, itās a picture of weights if heās at the gym, if heās on a run itās a picture of the pavement with a slight blur because heās still jogging even as heās replying to you - hell even if heās on the toilet heāll send a picture of the bathroom and a message of āShitting.ā
youāve asked him why he sends pictures instead of messaging and he pauses for a moment, thinks it over, then explains that he thinks its easier to show you than to type what heās doing - heād rather show you in person but a picture is the next best option because heās not able to video call you 24/7Ā
kuroo testurou
heās a serial flirt in the way that he wants to get a reaction out of you, always sending a morning selfie with his hair even more messy than usual and some corny pick up line - occasionally something moreĀ suggestive if he really wants to get a reaction, but the moment you match his energy he fumbles over his phone and the next message without fail is always āi dropped my phone on my face.ā because he panicked at you hitting on him (youāve been dating for years)
any picture he sends is casual and effortless but the confidence he pretends to have sells it every time - lazy photos where heās lounging on the couch reading a book and heās shooting you a pic of himself like that, if heās hanging out with kenma or bokuto itās a picture of his elongated legs or his slightly spread thighs and the distant background of a TV with some fighting game on it (if itās kenma he ragebaited kenma hard enough that kenmaās unresponsive and actively going feral on the couch, if itās bokuto itās the two of them both cackling too hard to actually win the game)
the sillier photos he sends is when he gets scratched up from a neighbourhood cat and itās his face with a couple scratch marks with a slight pout or a look of disbelief and then he calls you immediately when you reply to his photo with āthought you were the pussy whispererā - his voice cracks when you pick up and he defensively mutters into the phone that he prefers dogs anyway
heās got a talent at befriending dogs, thereās so many pictures of him with a strangers dog where the pupper is all over him and heās grinning wildly - most of the time the owner is cool with it and other times youāve got a picture of a panicked owner desperately trying to get their dog off of the guy dressed in a salarymanās suit (kuroo doesnāt shut up about the dogs he comes across during your dates or catch up calls)
tsukishima kei
a vast majority of the selfies tsukishima has ever sent you involve half of his face being covered by a hoodie or the collar of his sports jacket - his nose and below always hidden by the fabric but you can see the slight crease in his cheeks that gives away that heās smiling a little bit at your request to see him
if heās had a particularly bad sleep youāll occasionally be graced with a picture of the top half of his face with his eyes so squinted that it looks like heās still asleep if it wasnāt for his furrowed eyebrows and his message being primarily made of typos āmso fyckig yiedā (im so fucking tired)
occasionally youāll get a selfie from tsukkishima that he clearly didnāt mean to send - the photo is blurry and it looks like kogane or kyotani had body slammed into tsukki during one of their breaks while he was attempting to reply to you; you hear about his grievances on your date night after practice and refuse to let him delete the unflattering image from your phone
he sends pictures of his hands a lot, not with any ulterior motive or to indulge in any potential kink or fetish - itās just more comfortable for him to take a picture of literally any other part of himself other than his face because he doesnāt really like looking at himself in the camera; he finds it annoying as is with how often he sees his face due to paparazzi or reporters after matches as is
if you send him anything he deems ācuteā or beg enough to see him (he teases you about being clingy), heāll give in and send you a picture of his face though he canāt help the way his free hand naturally covers the lower half of his face and he trains his expression into a scowl even though he knows you see the blush on his cheeks and he knows you pretend that you donāt see it as you gleefully type a excited little āyayā once the photo gets sent
occasionally the karasuno players will meet up for dinner and youāll get a selfie from a grumpy tsukki, drunken flush on his face and a slight pout and over his shoulder you can see nishinoya and hinata screaming about whatever ventures his senior had been on recently - yamaguchi is seen waving at the camera and youāll get another message from tsukki if you donāt reply instantly with ājust say you hate me.ā and you have to go pick up a sulking giant from the barĀ
- NSFW hcs below -
iwaizumi hajime
without fail thereās a noticeable flush to iwaās face when he sends nudes, the tips of his ears are red and sometimes the flush goes down his neck and the upper parts of his chest - he normally graces you with a snippet of his face and is mindful to take relatively flattering nudes because he feels itās the bare minimum given howĀ every nude heās received from you feels like an art form (including the ones where all you do is lift up your shirt and lazily send a photo over like that)
a good chunk of nudes iwa sends you are of him painfully hard, shirt held up by his teeth and the hand not taking the picture is wrapped loosely around his shaft as he angles the tip towards the lens so you can see the beads of pre already threatening to spill over
for all the āniceā and almost artistic nudes iwa has sent you, thereās even more blurry photos that are clearly taken mid-orgasm as he tries to send you a picture of how worked up you get him and the post-nut clarity hits him after he opens up your chat and comes face to face with his own dick - he sends a joking message each time like ādamn. iād block me if i received this out of the blue.ā
ushijima wakatoshi
ushijima is peak example of the type of guy that puts no effort into sending dick pics, itās just his hand wrapped around the base when heās hard from above - his briefs pushed down just enough to let his shaft free and if heās in bed then his blankets are lazily shoved down out of the way as wellĀ
heās pretty easy to convince to send nudes in all honesty - if youāre blunt about it, donāt play mind games or try to be subtle in asking him for nudes;Ā he will not get itā unless you tell him point blank you want to see his dick.
he has 1000% accidentally sent a dick pic to his teammates / friends during a horny haze. his team has seen his dick in the locker room plenty of times but neverĀ hard - a few of them laugh about it but for the players like kageyama it causes ushijima an awkward time for a couple of weeks til people get over it (it will happen again.)
kuroo testurou
heās not opposed to whoring himself out when heās wearing his office attire - not in a sense that he pavlovs himself into getting hard whenever heās getting dressed for work but heās definitely sent a few thirst trap level pictures to you when he notices his slacks are hugging his thighs particularly kindly on any given day or the way his pressed dress shirt is clinging to his chestĀ just right
rather than sending photos to rile you up - he sends voice memos, his voice teasing as he talks about mundane topics like the weather but heās knowingly lowering his voice to a tone thatās reserved specifically for the bedroom; and then he sends a picture of a cat he came across on the street like he didnāt knowingly get you hot and bothered
occasionally he sends pictures where heās pulled his hard cock out of his slacks and sent you a frustrated video where heās jerking himself off a good few pumps, muttering about how youād feel better around his cock and then towards the end he forgets to cut the part where he yelps because the skin of his shaft snagged on the zip from his slacks for a second and you hear a pained wheeze escape him and potentially a high pitched squeal like his soul leaving his body
tsukishima kei
tsukishima rarely sends dick pics, theyāre actually an anomaly amongst the nudes youāve ever received from them - most of his pics are ātastefulā in the sense that itās his nude torso and his prominent v line accentuated by his sweats after getting out of the shower and the steam fogs up the mirror enough to help blur his face as well
he purposefully crops his face out of them, always angling the phone down so all you get is the angle of his jaw and occasionally a hint at the smug smile on his face because he knows itāll rile you up like always
heās not opposed to sending bulge pics, heās a shower not a grower so half of the time heāll angle his phone down and send a quick pic of the bulge sitting on his left thigh - his free hand hovering nearby to taunt you into thinking heās hornier than he actually is (heās not even horny most of the time he sends you these)
heās unfortunately been caught by his teammates sending these when he thought he was alone in the locker room and heās unable to explain his way out of it - thus leading to him complaining about how the frogs wonāt stop smacking him on the back and telling him āTHATTA BOYā and heās embarrassed and irritated
Sudden thoughts on Ushijima who has the most intense stare, he really doesnāt mean to itās just how he is when heās listening (extremely attentively at that).
The problem comes if youāre not great with eye contact and anytime your eyes flick back to his face after doing a quick reset that hes justā¦ staringā¦.
āYou do that a lot.ā His voice rumbles in an observatory tone - non-judgemental.
āWhat?ā Your voice cracks.
He comments one time and youāre baffled over it, not noticing the way your eyes naturally flick away mid sentence for barely a second before zoning back onto his face or body - but not his eyes directly.
If thereās a noticeable height difference between you, he instinctively crouches a little or leans into you - even if there isnāt much height difference heāll still lower his head toward you and he keeps just LOOKING with an intensity that makes your skin itch.
Thereās a (lighthearted) breaking point one night when youāre sat on the couch beside him for some team reunion, Tendou finally finished his recount of his culinary ventures to the two of you before he rushes off to go catch up with the other Shiratorizawa alumni - and Ushijima is just doing that thing again.
āI- stop!ā Youāre flustered when you abruptly push a hand into his face and push his face upwards slightly so you can get a break from his staring.
He blinks, you feel his lashes against your palm before heās tilting his head down but not out of your hand - heās got an eye peering through your fingers and then you feel the chuckle that suddenly rocks through his body via his face still connected to your hand.
āIām not doing anything..?ā Heās confused, the faintest raise to the corners of his mouth but you can feel his cheeks raise to accomodate the confused yet amused smile.
āYouāre just, you look at me a lot and it makes me feel weird,ā Youāre mumbling and then instinctively leaning away from him when he leans into your hand and into your space to hear you over the noise of something being broken in the background and an uproar of male laughter (Goshiki dropped his beer bottle in a drunken blabber of affection towards his seniors and Tendouās cackling at him while Semi tries to calm him down).
āShould I not be looking at you when you talk?ā Itās not a playful question, itās a genuine one laced with pure confusion and you feel Ushijimaās faint smile twist to something serious again. Like heās short circuiting at this realisation.
āI was taught itās important to make eye contact when listening as a sign of respect,ā he explains further and your hand finally drops from his face and to your lap.
āI mean yeah, but youāre-ā You start to explain and fall short as your heart races.
āYouāre pretty and it makes me nervous.ā
That really breaks Ushijima as his mouth falls open slightly and he stares at you like you asked him to solve a pythagorean theory despite years of not needing to do math.
āIām sorry I make you nervous,ā his apology is heartfelt and his brows furrow to showcase his sincerity.
āNo not in a bad way-ā You laugh mid-sentence and watch the way Ushijima struggles to understand what youāre talking about, āIn a, I like it kinda nervous.ā
Ushijima stands so abruptly that your neck snaps up at the movement and heās staring at you again, but with wide eyes and a shocked expression. Or rather, as shocked of an expression that he can make before he turns his head towards Tendou.
āTendou,ā he calls out.
āHuh, whatās up Wakatoshi?ā Tendou replies as he hangs off of a disgruntled Shirabu.
āYou were right.ā Ushijima declares confidently to which youāre the one left baffled, because what are they on about.
Itās not until years of dating Ushijima pass and the memory hits you again, which leads to you pestering your boyfriend until he owns up to what that whole thing was about.
āAh, Tendou said I must be staring at you so much because I think youāre pretty.ā
āYou needed him to tell you that?ā Youāre miffed.
āI thought I had health problems because my chest would get hot and my heart rate would spike.ā He says with utmost confidence, like it was a fact.
āWhen I mentioned it to a doctor he just laughed at me and reassured me it was normal,ā heās mumbling under his breath as he recalls another memory and itās finally your turn to stare at Ushijima.
He really is just a volleyball freak with no thoughts.
i will forever think of iwaizumi hajime.. just fluff
iwa who laughs with his whole chest when he finds something really funny, how the corners of his eyes crinkle up that little bit extra when he's really laughing his ass off or when you do something so endearing to him that he gets cuteness aggression and has no choice but to scoop you up and twirl you around with such ease
the same iwa that goes red in the face when you join in on the other seijoh 4 members when they start making fun of him and calling him their designated little 'short king', the way he'll bark at the others and his tone naturally softens even when he chews you out for throwing him under the bus - give a little kiss and he'll let you get away with it everytime
the one and only iwa that when you first confessed to him back in your 2nd year of HS together he was so adamant that you're fucking with him and that shittykawa put you up to it - it took a full year of you repeatedly telling him that you like him and not fuck-ass-kawa for him to finally accept that "oh shit. you like me."
even before you're officially dating he'd just accepted your presence, the way you naturally integrated into his friend group and he couldn't deny the fact that his heart races a little whenever he watched you dote on the younger members of the volleyball club - he'll kill oikawa before he ever admits that you make him question if being a young dad would work out (it wouldn't, he reality checks himself every time)
iwa who gets told by yappy-kawa that you're sick and skipping out on school and immediately bee-lining after training to go drop off meds and snacks for you - how does he know your favourite snacks? ...don't ask questions that he's not prepared to answer, it'll make him shy (he remembers when you mentioned it on a random tuesday 2 months into talking to him in class after you asked him for a pencil)
the same iwa that asked you if youād be comfortable doing long distance with him when he decided to go study overseas, understanding that itās a lot to ask for and honestly if you donāt want to he understands- he never tells you that he was crying his eyes out the night before he brought the question up to you because he was terrifiedĀ of throwing it all away
the rough edged iwa that melts whenever he videocalls you and mumbles about how he misses you, that he misses japanese food and the silly late night snack runs youād drag him on when your period cravings had driven you crazy and the painkillers kicked in enough for you to actually go outsideĀ
iwa who trips over his feet on his first return trip to japan where youāre waiting at the airport with the gooner duo of hanamattsun, the two of them making obnoxious kissing sounds as they watch iwa scoop you up into a tight embrace and then continuing on with their showcase of stupidly lewd humour when they jokingly start mimicking a jerking motion with their fists before iwa attempts to swing at them for being indecent in public (they do it again when you all catch up for dinner later)
heās got that soft little smile on his face as he drops his jacket over your shoulders as you step out of the little izakaya youād decided to eat at as his return dinner, his hands are still familiar to you even though heās grown up a bit and soon heās interlocking his left hand with your right one - gaze still on you as he asks how youāve been and you try to pick up from where you last left off before he had flown away
rage baiting iwa would be so fun.. he thinks he gets peace from the seijoh gang after a mini reunion only to go home and be rage baited by you but he cant even complain about it bc youāll shower him in affection and the way you laugh like youāre the funniest comedian in existence makes him melt
maybe your health deteriorates just that little bit where you grow tired faster, get sick easier, he never griefs you for it - just tries to do what he can to ease the aches on your joints or spoil you rotten with affection or your favourite snacks to take your mind off of the chronic fatigue or pain
he likes going on long walks with you when you get older, over time the stops to sit down become more frequent and you get tired so much faster but when that happens he just hoists you onto his back like its no big deal and starts reminiscing about how he used to piggy back you in HS after practice just to prove he was stronger than you - he stumbles one time and you panic, but all he does is laugh, because heās happy and the crows feet that have developed at the corners of his eyes have deepened too - he just tells you he loves you as he places you down on your feet and spins around to hug you as tight as he can, no where near how tight the hugs used to be but still enough that you know itās him and his bear hugs
Iwaās hands are calloused, years of training, years of rough housing with his friends, a few years tossed in of making sure Oikawa stays humble - he knows his hands are rough too
Even though the skin on his palm and inner side of his fingers are relatively tough to the touch, heās always so.. careful.. surprisingly feather light when he first holds your hand or traces the pads of his finger tips along your arm or down your sides, a little rougher when he aims to tickle you and make you cackle and laugh so hard you do that ugly little snort that makes his heart warm
He likes the contrast of his hand against yours, that yours feels so soft in comparison and how youāll always wiggle your fingers despite him attempting to intertwine them with his - like little wriggly worms peeking through his fingers and he snorts when you go on about some dumb joke in regards to it
He likes when you hold his face in your hands, even when your hands are cold to the touch because of the temperature outside and he melts into your touch when you giggle at him and give a goofy grin - even when you tease him for being a lovesick idiot, he just tilts his head to kiss the palm of your hand before resting the weight of his cheek back into it and just.. looks at you.. like you were everything he could ever ask for
You have his touch memorised, can tell its him just from the slightest of grazes from his hands. You proved it to the seijoh team during one of their reunions, makki said you were full of shit and thus a makeshift blindfold from mattsunās tie (he just showed up after a cousinās wedding) was forced over your eyes and everyone took turns trying to tickle you, or hold your hand, or touch your sides (with consent ofc) but then iwa pops up and barely gets to touch the back of your hand with his pointer finger before youāre beaming in his general direction and immediately clasping his hand in yours with a āthereās my iwa!ā and he sputters flustered profanities out while oikawa loudly blanches at your perfect relationship
He misses you horrendously when heās forced into overtime for work sometimes, when he needs to make sure athlethes are in tip top shape and ā absolutely not overworking themselvesā , but its a struggle when it means minimal time with you - he tries to mimic your touch by holding his own hand with his shirt as a barrier, hoping the cotton can mimic even a fraction of what you actually felt like but he simply gives up and facetimes you just so he can at least see your face. Even when its vile hours (midnight is a terrible time to be abruptly woken up), you wake up bleary and barely functional as you hear the slight squeak of sneakers in the background of the call as iwa ignores the late night practice to go huddle in a quiet corner and just admire your sleepy face through the screen for a moment
Youāre barely replying to him, words incoherent, muffled into your pillow and he realises youāve stolen his to cuddle into and his thumb instinctively rubs at the screen where your drool stained cheek is currently smooshed against said pillow - by the time heās home, youāre knocked tf out and he takes the time to sit at the edge of the bed and gently trace a thumb against your actual cheek this time, struggling to bite back a grunt of cuteness aggression when you latch onto his forearm and cuddle up to the limb. Its a struggle to escape your grip so he can properly lie down next to you but he relishes in you snuggling up into him, a rough hand on your exposed hip to readjust the way youre sleeping so you dont wake up sore and he lets out a content sigh as he lets himself doze off
18+ ā munch thoughts -> itoshi sae x f! reader, itoshi rin x f!reader
content warning -> oral f! receiving, mild exhibitionism / dubcon in rin's, not proofread just babbling
ā³ A/N - don't ask me the colour of anything
itoshi sae
heās spontaneous about it sometimes, not in any romantic gesture but just abruptly heāll decide he wants you to sit on his face and he wonāt accept any pushback from it
you could be snuggled up in bed and watching some movie, thereās some audio sfx that sounds a little too sensual and youāll make a joke of āthat sounds like goody pussyā and heās dragging you from your spot Ā beside him up onto his chest, then heās trying to guide you up onto his face
āyeah? lemme make sure i know what good pussy sounds like then..ā and then suddenly your panties are pulled to the side and saeās sliding his tongue between your pussy lips up and down, then side to side slowly - the pressure from his tongue steadily increasing as his hands clutch onto your thighs and force your weight down on his face, his nose bumping against your clit and making you short circuit for a moment
he sighs in content against you when the full weight of you is nestled on his face, and one of his hands slides up to rest on your hip while the other stays on a thigh - both of his hands squeezing at the flesh available to him and it feels like heās french kissing your pussy with care as he opts between open mouthed kisses and slow drags of his tongue, each one getting louder as he mixes his own saliva with your slick thats steadily messing against his mouth and chin
ānearly there..ā you barely hear him in between how loud your pussy sounds, and you feel a little embarrassed even because it feels like youreĀ gushing onto his mouth but then heās guiding your body to slowly rock against his tongue - a low groan vibrating against your sensitive core and then youāre building your own rhythm as you grind yourself back and forth against his eager mouth
then youāre letting out a breathy moan as sae slips his tongue inside you, sticking the slick muscle in as deep as it can go before fucking it shallowly in and out of your hole before shoving it deep again and flicking the end of it against whatever it can touch - a soft moan escaping him when you clench around his tongue
your orgasm is a steady build up, sae refusing to let you rock yourself too fast on his tongue and his grip tightening on you to slow you down - like he wanted you to savour the moment as much as he was and when your body is shaking on top of him, he mixes in a few tender kisses against your sensitive pussy lips, like some twisted apology before heās opening his mouth wide and messily swabbing his tongue against whatever dribbles out of your hole like heād be scorned if he wasted a single drop
by the time youāre whimpering and limp, heās still steadily guiding your body on his face, nose nudging against your clit with every rut forward and he hums acknowledgement to whatever complaint you have on your tongue - but heās not actually listening to you, no, you can tell by the way he loudly slurps up your juices and lets out a little satisfied comment of āthisĀ is good pussy..ā
he groans when you move a hand to tug at his hair, then he glares up at you when you tug again - turning his head to the side to nip at your thigh in protest when you attempt to peel yourself off of him and you can only moan out when heās shifting his forearms to help grip your thighs back where he wants you and heās hastily stuffing his tongue back inside you
theres an amused twinkle in his eyes as you whine and the grip you had in his hair loosens, body shuddering from the tinges of sensitivity starting to leak in but he continues to fuck his tongue in and out of you - forcing you to take what he gives like the times heād buck up into you when you were supposed to be riding his dick
you feel a little dizzy by the time you realise that saeās humping the air blindly, not wildly like a desperate animal but just subtle little juts in the air that mimic the way his tongue is sliding in and out of your drooling pussy, his eyes are still on you before you notice the way they roll back in his head and heās shutting his eyes tight - brows scrunched and tongue dipping deepĀ in you which makes you moan out and grind down against his face before you feel his body shudder under you and you register what happened
sae just came. untouched. from fucking you with his tongue.
itoshi rin
kinda a freak, his habit of eating you out derives from him wanting your undivided attention and he doesnāt particularly careĀ where it happens
for example, when rin gets buzzed he gets extra affection and attention hungry, he wonāt leave you alone and gets progressively more antsy as the night goes on and any minute you spendĀ not wrapped tight in his arms is a personal insult and he starts getting huffy and pouty at you
he stops caring about what other people say about him - if anyone teases him for being clingy he just holds onto you tighter; the other problem with a tipsy rin is..Ā he gets horny
it doesnāt matter if youāre sat on the couch mid conversation with isagi, blanket haphazardly tossed on your lap, rin will slot between your legs and shove part of the blanket off - knees on the floor and torso forcing your legs apart to give him room and you somehow always forget what happens when rin is tipsy, because youre cooing at him briefly and running your fingers through his hair as he rests his cheek against your thigh and pouts up at you once your attention is gone from him again
he doesnāt stop when you squeal a surprised noise and try to shove his head away when he buries his face into your clothed cunt - over your jean shorts and your panties - isagi doesnāt even notice whats going on as he animatedly recounts some move from a match they had recently
rinās long fingers worm their way under the layers barricading his favourite treat, he takes it as a challenge as you mutter under your breath that he shouldnāt do that because he can already feel how wet you are - the lights in the living room are dim enough that no one even bats an eye to whats going on, instead heās looking up at you and murmurs a āeyes on meā as you whimper under your breath and press your hands to his shoulders to try again to get him to stop for a second - thighs slipping up and onto his shoulders too from all your squirming and even as the soft flesh attempted to close in on his head, he doesnt let up
isagi hollers at something bachira did in the background, you canāt even tell what happens as rin slips a finger inside and sloppily sucks at the wet patch steadily staining through the admittedly thin layers of clothing over your pussy - his gaze is intense and youāre suddenly remembering in detail why you never leave him attention starved
isagi drags you back into conversation, someone makes a joke about rin probably being upset with how much your paying attention to other people - but then their attention is drawn to something elsewhere and no one catches the way youāre starting to hump into rinās eager mouth and fingers, the blanket concealing part or rinās body slowly getting jostled to the side with each desperate jut of your hips
he feels generous tonight as he roughly shoves your shorts and panties to the side with his free hand, bunching up the material and keeping it in place before he sticks his tongue out and gives a slow drag up from your entrance that his fingers are still sliding in and out of up toward your clit, before hes rubbing his tongue against your clit - from messy swipes to light kitten licks that has you bucking into his touch a little more eagerly
youāre thanking every god in existence when isagi jumps up from the couch, head turned away from the two of you and suddenly its just you and rin now - the latter beingĀ extremely happy with this turn of events as he loudly slurps at your pussy now, a low growl vibrating through the back of his throat and directly against your sopping cunt
the distant hum of conversation is muffled to your ears because all you can focus on is the sounds of rin slipping his fingers out of you only to tongue fuck you with steady impatience, loud slurps in between each stroke of his tongue followed by the the slight moan he canāt hold back because heās getting worked up - the hand with fingers coated in your slick shifts and is now holding one of your thighs, pulling it away and forcing more space for him to bury his tongue and face as deep as either can physically go while you hiccup and beg for him to slow down but also forĀ more, more, more rin..
isagi walks back into you breathing heavily, expression looking like youād seen heaven for a moment and heās a little red faced when he makes eye contact with rin - whoās mouth is still coated in your slick and all rin does is raise an eyebrow at him like āwhat?ā as he tucks you into his side, your panties and shorts tucked back into place and he licks his lips before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. isagi avoids eye contact you for a good few weeks.
thinking of the contrast between sae and rin like, the differences between them and the similarities
imagine being one of saeās exes then becoming rinās first partner, the angst potential too??
going from saeās apathetic and sometimes emotionless behaviour - sometimes you just cant handle how level headed he is, how sometimes it feels like heās bored with you because he never reacts to anything you do or say other than the ghost of a smile on his face; heās just too nonchalant it hurts. but then youāre with rin and heās so, open. not in the way heād ever pour his heart out but the way that he canāt hide his reactions, how whenever he gets irritated by something or annoyed that he reacts physically - face scrunched up and a āugh, disgustingā if something is nasty, how when he likes something you do his eyes visibly light up and it feels like all the hard edges on his face naturally softens up. like heās happy you exist.
sae would hold your hand with lazy confidence, practiced, so sure of himself because heās figured himself out and itās comforting in itās own way but there are times that you pull yours away nervously because you feel sweaty and clammy and blegh. but then thereās rin with his hesitance, his grip inconsistent and sometimes he pulls back (a little aggressively) and he panics briefly at your hurt expression but then you see how heās wiping his clammy hand on his shirt just to reach out and hold your hand again. because heās nervous, because heās the one thats shy.
sae listens, hell, heās probably a better listener than a paid therapist. sometimes he comments on things you say and other times he lets you vent - because he knows thats what you need. rin? heās still learning, still too quick to offer up flimsy solutions and then he gets annoyed when you bring up an on going problem that couldve been solved if you just listened to him - sometimes you miss sae a little in that regard but rin does try his best to get better at listening and not brushing it off.
affection? sae kisses with certainty, like he knows there will be a next time and that this one is just one of many - like he knows tht even if you walked out right now that he could still manage to get another before you cut him off. rin kisses with desperation, like this could be the last time you let him and heās scared youāll leave so he treats every single one like something to be treasured.
theyre both terrible to argue with - goodluck getting either of them to ever admit when theyre in the wrong. sometimes sae will cave after a few weeks and randomly bring up that he was in the wrong, that heās sorry for being stubborn - if you complain about him opening a wound for no reason he rolls his eyes and tugs uou toward him, a kiss on your cheek as he does so. rin takes a few hours - after everything cools down and the argument has long died, heāll quietly walk up to you with that sad puppy look and mumble that heās sorry and ask if he can hold your hand or hug you, he always asks first before reaching out and never expects you to forgive him unless you want to.
you notice the difference in how their friends or teammates regard you, the lenses that either itoshi allows their circles to view you. how a good chunk of saeās friends never actually refer to you by name because they dont remember which girl you are, a couple of them have nudged you and quipped about some inside joke you should know about - it was actually a joke between them and the ex before saeās last ex before you. the exception were a few of the guys from the japanese team, how a good chunk of the guys from back when sae briefly played with the u20s would ask how you are - by the correct name - only to give you an awkward smile when sae inevitably glares at them for them to fuck off and leave you alone. but then thereās rinās teammates - and his friends from his time in bluelock even though he vehemently denies being their friends (he shows up to every guyās birthday with a curated gift consistently each year), how they all gush over you and rat rin out on the way he gets all soft and shoots heart eyes at his phone whenever you text him. that they know when youāre gonna be at a game or at their next practice based on how much more tolerable rin gets, that hes so much nicer to them when youre around and how prickly he gets when you dont respond to him (rin is bright red as he tells them to fuck off).
their hugs feel different. sae feels like home, like you were moulded to slot against him and co exist together in every life time - but home shouldnāt make you feel so alone. rin feels like guilt, because no matter how unconditional his love is for you - youāll always be comparing him to his brother whether you mean to or not.
yuji is so loveable it's kinda funny to know that he wasn't 'popular' with girls - but i also wonder if it has something to do with him being really oblivious to it, maybe he's had plenty of girls (and even guys) crush on him but he's so painfully dense
like it doesnt matter if nobara or megumi attempt to drill it into his thick skull that someone could be interested in him - he assumes they're fucking with him and it's painful to watch, hell even sukuna is grilling him for how stupid he is
there's a cute girl that's really into him, likes him for all his quirks, the sillier stuff, how he's a little dumb at times, all of it - and he just assumes that they're best friends even though he wants to hug her or feels that twitch in his hands to reach out and hold onto hers but hes too damn dumb.
sukuna kicks in and does something about it finally - piloting yuji's body and telling you point blank "the brat wants you." before letting yuji back into the driver's seat to scramble and sort things out, if that didn't happen it'd probably be an endless game of beating around the bush because lord knows a direct confession wouldn't work on either of you
kuna not even having it in him to torment yuji because of the second-hand cringe heās experiencing from how non existent yujiās game is like, NEGATIVE rizz and it pains the king greatly to have a host soā¦. Lady repellent..
like imagine seeing everything and not really having much control to do everything and no matter how much he tries to bully yuji into manning up and doing something about it, nothing changes and itās like heās being TORTURED by the continuously awkward and stiff interactions even though smth CLEARLY is going on
