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Iwaizumi Hajime Iwaizumi never had a clear plan. You drive me..

Miya Atsumu Hard to get.

Ushijima Wakatoshi Told you you’d fall for me, Ushijima.

Tsukishima Kei Tsukishima doesn’t quite understand how it happened.

Kuroo Tetsuro I’m not just unforgivably good at volleyball.

Daichi Sawamura Daichi!

Tooru Oikawa God, what’ll happen when I really put in effort?

Bokuto Koutarou You always… make me weak.

Satori Tendo Guess Monster

Tobio Kageyama How to ask a girl out.

Kenma Kozume Bold enough for you?

Yūji Terushima I really enjoy ruining you.

Keishin Ukai Drop by for coffee sometime, if you want.

Kôshi Sugawara Why did you start dating me of all people?

Keiji Akaashi How did I get someone like you?

Ryûnosuke Tanaka We’ll definitely have to do this again sometime

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His Personal Brand of Heroin. Part 1

This is new for Sakusa.

Maybe it’s the change of seasons, some strange autumnal flare-up, or just the weather messing with him — but he’s constantly aroused. All the time. Normally composed and calm like a mountain, he loses every ounce of control when he sees you. No, he doesn’t shove you into a storage room and take you hard until you’re both breathless — though it’s hard not to think about it. Just imagining how tight you’d feel around him, how you’d moan softly into his ear while clawing at his neck — it drives him insane. And he wouldn’t care where it happened. In moments of haze, even his fear of germs fades into the background.

But Sakusa has trained himself to endure. Masturbation helps, a little. But how long can he keep this up?

•

You’re not his girlfriend, by the way. Ha. You’re a PR agent for the Jackals — smart, stunning, with two degrees, years of experience, and a body that’s about to haunt his dreams.

“Great game, Kiyoomi-kun!” you say cheerfully, but he hears something entirely different. And he’s deeply ashamed of that.

It’s like someone swapped out the real, proper Kiyoomi for a reckless imposter. He barely recognizes himself anymore. He’s become a creature waiting for the right moment to claim you.

But he can’t just ask to sleep with you. That’s against his principles. Intimacy requires connection, and you two barely go beyond “thank you” and “good job.”

•

So he decides to start with a date. Invite you to a fancy restaurant, do things “right.” Maybe then the shameful thoughts will fade. Or at least stop tormenting him so much. But that’s going to be hard. You work like a president. The Jackals see you once a week — and only because you love sports and occasionally come to cheer on the team you promote so brilliantly. It’s unlikely you’ll carve out a few hours for Sakusa, whose shorts get tight the moment he sees you. It’s embarrassing to admit, even to himself. The always-composed Kiyoomi is going through a teenage phase — every time you show up in fitted blouses and short skirts. And honestly, he doesn’t remember ever having erections this intense as a teen. It’s absurd.

•

The Jackals won. No surprise there. Hinata and Bokuto didn’t give the opponents a moment to breathe. As much as Sakusa shushes their loud antics, he’s genuinely glad to have monsters like them on his team. Except right now, he wants to break their legs.

They’re bouncing around you like caffeinated puppies. How is he supposed to ask you to dinner without an audience? He can’t just pull you away from the crowd — that would invite endless teasing and jokes.

You looked incredible today. A pale blue skirt to mid-thigh, a light white turtleneck tucked in neatly. Hair pulled into a ponytail. Everything exactly how Kiyoomi likes it. Or has grown to like. No half-naked fangirl or premium porn ever gets him going the way you do. And all you have to do is lick your lips — like you just did.

Sakusa exhaled, lowering his head. Sweat dripped onto the clean tile. Disgusting. He needed to do something about this. About everything. He adjusted his uniform shorts and sighed.

“Kiyoomi-san?” your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and he jerked his head up. You. Too. Close. Damn it. “You were amazing today. That last attack was something else!”

“Thanks,” he muttered, trying not to look down. Trying not to inhale your perfume too deeply. Trying not to lose it. “Y/n, I…”

“Hey hey hey! Y/n, you coming with us?” Bokuto swooped in, throwing an arm around your shoulder. Sakusa clenched his jaw, mentally vaporizing his teammate’s hand. What was happening to him? “They say the beef there is finger-licking good!”

“Why not? I’ve got a free evening.”

What? No. No. No. This was supposed to be his evening. No beer and beef. No noodles and a bunch of loud, drunk guys. Sakusa wanted to scream at his own slowness. But still — it was better than jerking off to you alone in his apartment. He wanted to spend time with you, and maybe that was enough.

Who was he kidding.

The whole evening, he’d have to play guard dog — keeping his thoughts and hands in check, terrified of ruining whatever fragile thing existed between you. And you, as always, would smile sweetly at everyone, completely missing the signals. It’s fine. Kiyoomi wouldn’t let anyone get within a centimeter of you without your permission. Even if that someone was himself.

•

Alcohol flowed like a river. Loud shouts tore through eardrums, and the karaoke blaring through the wall turned the chaos into something that drilled deep into the brain. Bokuto and Hinata weren’t exactly known for their alcohol tolerance, but their shared, bizarre physiology defied logic. Who knew how many bottles of beer had already been knocked over, and half-empty sake cups clinked wildly in the hands of volleyball players with arms and fingers far too long for their own good.

Even when the usually unshakable coach started seeing his players as a traditional Japanese choir, Sakusa didn’t so much as hunch his back. It was hot, sticky, and unbearably tense sitting across from the one whose perfume made him want to evaporate. He should’ve gotten drunk, let the beast inside off its leash. But all he could manage now was hiding his painfully hard erection behind a small pillow Bokuto had thrown at him earlier.

You, devil that you are, had settled your gorgeous self directly across from him, cheeks flushed, stoking the fire in Kiyoomi’s gut. Your eyes kept meeting, lingering on familiar places. That beer was clearly working its magic inside you, letting you shamelessly admire the sinewy neck of the spiker, exposed by the wide collar that dipped just below his collarbones. And Sakusa? He didn’t know what to do with his own saliva anymore, especially after realizing that under your white turtleneck was a thin black tank top, its straps constantly slipping off your shoulder.

He was also deeply curious about a certain missing piece of intimate apparel. Not that it mattered — whether it was there or not, his body reacted the same. His dick twitched even at the sight of your damn shoe, the one he’d politely returned to you after practice. That tiny black pump looked so delicate in his large hand that his mind immediately conjured images of your refined feet. And everything above them.

You kept adding fuel to the fire. One moment your hair was down, the next it was tied up again, revealing the glistening curve of your neck in the beer-heavy air. Then you’d lick your lips after a bite of juicy beef. When Sakusa saw a drop of beer slide from your plump lips down into the valley of your chest, he barely stopped himself from disappearing into the bathroom for twenty minutes.

He snapped out of the mental porn reel starring you when a very concerned Hinata jabbed him in the ribs, hinting that you’d gone to get drinks. Kiyoomi shot up from the floor like he’d been stung, nearly knocking over everything on the table. How could he have missed you leaving?! Damn it. That’s his life in a nutshell — too scared to confess, stuck fantasizing about sex while you’re off living your own.

“Excuse me! Oh, Kiyoomi-kun, I—”

The poor girl didn’t get to finish. Sakusa, graceful as ever, gently but firmly moved her aside. The blonde’s hair practically stood on end with indignation — she’d clearly dressed those porn-star breasts just for him. And they weren’t cheap, mind you. But he didn’t care about someone else’s perfect fifth size. He wanted yours — barely a third — the ones half the bar was already ogling. Sakusa would gladly stab their eyeballs with chopsticks if it meant they’d stop staring.

“Sakusa-kun, perfect timing,” you sang, grabbing his forearm. “I’m running out of hands here.”

“Y/n, we’re not going to drink all this,” he muttered, suddenly discovering a new erogenous zone on his arm. Or maybe his body had just decided to grow one on the spot. You’d managed to wedge his elbow between your breasts, squeezing tighter in a totally ‘friendly’ way. Please stop. He’s not going anywhere, for God’s sake.

“Oh, trust me. I once drank with your coach, and they nearly kicked us out because of his alcohol appetite,” your cheeks puffed adorably with laughter, and Kiyoomi was back in his thoughts again. When did you go drinking with the coach? Has everyone asked you out except him? “You’ve got room for a few more shots, right?”

“It amazes me how much alcohol you can handle,” the curly-haired one muttered, clenching his fist as you pulled away from the hug to focus on placing the order. “No. I’ll take it,” he said firmly.

You glanced at him, a little flustered, as he intercepted the tray before you could even touch it. You bit your lip, hiding a pleased smile. Even tipsy, he never stopped caring about your comfort. And honestly, you’d lost count of how many times he’d done things like this. Your buzzed brain started painting pictures.

“Yeah, I think I’ve had enough,” you said lightly, catching Kiyoomi’s gaze.

“You said something?” Sakusa needed to hear everything that came out of your mouth — like air. It was the only thing he could handle right now without falling apart. Though, if you said something remotely pornographic… no. Not the time. Definitely not the time.

“Just thinking out loud,” you murmured, falling into step beside the tall volleyball player, your tipsy mind suddenly noticing every one of his beautiful features. Why hadn’t you looked at him like this before? Was sobriety the problem? “Will you be my bodyguard tonight?”

Kiyoomi froze, adjusting the ridiculously heavy tray of beer and vodka like it weighed nothing. Why did you say things like that so easily? What kind of bodyguard?

“What do you mean?” he asked, trying to maintain his chill-guy persona. If he slipped now, even your drunk brain wouldn’t forget the performance he was capable of. “Is someone bothering you?”

You blushed, hiding a soft smile. God, he was sweet. His concern for you spilled over, and his mind started conjuring awful scenarios he hadn’t even had time to prevent. But you shook your head, your clear gaze landing on him — and something in his chest tightened painfully. Is this what falling in love feels like? Seriously? His dick had been spelling it out for weeks, and he’d been ignoring it like a villain.

You stepped closer, rising onto your toes and resting a hand on his shoulder. Sakusa nearly dropped the drinks. He was drunk too, and you were tilting him off balance, your warm breath scorching the side of his neck.

“Make sure they don’t pour me too much? I want to remember tonight,” you said, probably with a voice far too seductive for the situation. Sakusa coughed, nodded awkwardly, and let you pass, trailing behind you slowly, barely holding onto the cursed beer.

“Sakusa, my boy! You read our minds — we needed a refill,” the manager chimed in, helping unload the tray. Sakusa just wanted to sit down — and found a surprise waiting for him.

“You don’t mind, do you? The AC’s better here,” you said with a fake wink, clearly implying that sitting next to you would help him keep an eye on your drinking. Though how exactly he was supposed to stop you from overdoing it, he hadn’t figured out yet. Saying something like “I think she’s had enough” might backfire. He wasn’t your dad, after all — and oh, what a terrible word to pop into his head right now.

•

The morning greeted you with a gentle chill, a breeze brushing the bare skin of your back. Stretching sweetly, you cracked one eye open, trying to make sense of the hazy surroundings. Your heart skipped when you realized the bed you were nearly naked in… wasn’t yours. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you took in the unfamiliar sheets, the high-tech headboard, and the massive framed artwork above. You twisted around, leaning against a pillow and pulling the pale blue blanket up to your neck. Your hand found the lower half of your underwear, but your breasts were freely exposed. Panic surged, adrenaline sharpening your focus.

The spacious bedroom was minimalistic, with a wardrobe and mirror reflecting your startled face, and a slightly open door leading to the hallway. It felt like a designer hotel.

Turning your head, you spotted pills and lemon water on the nightstand — which you immediately gulped down. Through the bottom of the glass, you noticed folded clothes on a chair by the window. Not yours. You slid your legs off the bed, clutching the blanket, and rummaged through the neat pile, pulling out a massive sweatshirt and slipping it over your bare shoulders. It hung to mid-thigh — enough to explore safely. What happened last night? You remembered nothing. And the lingering anxiety made it hard to focus.

Right. The party with the Jackals. The bed was a mess, but you didn’t feel like you’d spent the night with anyone. Your head began to throb, so you grabbed the unopened blister pack of painkillers and took a couple to soften the hangover. Pills, water, clothes — your brain began to relax. The room smelled faintly of air freshener, and the open window brought in a refreshing breeze. Wait… was it even morning? What time was it?

“Phone! Where’s my phone?” you muttered, scanning the room.

You spotted it on the opposite nightstand and rushed over. Unlocked. Saturday. 10 a.m. No missed deadlines. Your inner workaholic sighed in relief — at least you hadn’t let anyone down because of last night’s alcohol adventure. You unplugged the charger, held the phone close, and padded into the hallway.

The living room mirrored the bedroom — minimal furniture, no clutter, no dust… and no sign of the owner. You tiptoed further, needing to figure out whose place you’d ended up in.

You barely took two steps before nearly colliding with the floor — caught mid-fall by a strong pair of arms. A shiver ran down your spine. Whoever saved you hadn’t fully dried off from their shower. You steadied yourself and looked up — and the sight of a tall, toned, damp male chest made your thoughts scatter.

“Kiyoomi-kun?”

The man was speechless. What kind of Japanese drama was this? And of course, you had to wake up now — and crash straight into freshly showered Sakusa, standing in nothing but a towel slung low on his hips, still holding you by the waist. He quickly stepped back, hiding his flushed cheeks behind wet curls. He definitely remembered laying out pants for you — so why were you parading around in just his sweatshirt, barely covering your ass?

“Um,” you blushed too, trying not to stare too hard at the half-naked guy. “Is this your apartment?”

Kiyoomi stared at you, stunned. Damn. You made it impossible to think straight. You hadn’t removed your makeup, so your mascara had smudged beautifully around your eyes, making your sleepy gaze even more intense. And your lips — so full. You must’ve slept face-down all night. He couldn’t help but glance lower, bracing himself to wipe a nosebleed. His sweatshirt hung off your shoulders like a blanket. One shoulder exposed. Sleeves bunched in your hands. If he saw any more, his dick would riot. He turned away, tossing a towel over his head.

“Yes. I couldn’t get your address, so I brought you here.”

Your cheeks flared, and you covered your face with your hands. You remembered nothing. And there was one question you had to ask — the one that would change everything.

“Kiyoomi… did we…”

The spiker flushed, stepping back and clutching the towel slipping from his hips. You really didn’t remember? God. He’d just calmed down, and now you were sending his testosterone into overdrive again. Or worse — you thought he’d taken advantage of you while you were out cold. He had to clear this up. Fast.

“No. Don’t worry,” he said — wow, what a steady voice, considering he was dying inside. “Please, go to the kitchen. Help yourself to anything. I’ll get dressed and explain everything.”

“A-ah,” you nodded, and Kiyoomi vanished into the bedroom like The Flash, leaving you flustered in the living room.

You exhaled and slipped into the open bathroom, eager to wash your face and feel human again. The air was still warm and smelled like his shower gel. You smiled, spotting a fresh essentials kit on the counter. That guy…

“So thoughtful. I could stay here every day,” you chuckled, reaching for the toothbrush.

Meanwhile, Kiyoomi stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the waistband of his gray lounge pants. His jaw ached from clenching so hard. What else could he have done? Leave you in some sketchy motel with questionable hygiene and open-door policies? He wouldn’t have slept a wink, worrying about you. Even here, he’d barely slept three hours, listening for every sound from the bedroom. He felt guilty — he hadn’t watched you closely enough, and you drank so much you could barely think. Damn. His mind drifted back to last night, and his dick twitched again. This was starting to feel like a medical condition.

“Get it together, idiot,” he muttered to his reflection, pulling on a black shirt.

He exhaled and headed to the kitchen. The smell of coffee greeted him. Sakusa tried to act casual, settling into a chair and stretching out his long legs. He glanced at you. You looked insanely cute. Freshly washed, hair in a high bun. His heart clenched — you looked like… a couple. A couple having a quiet breakfast together. You tucked one leg under you, sitting across from him. You’d even made two cups of coffee. Kiyoomi regretted not coming out a few minutes earlier — he could’ve watched you reach for the high shelf, sweatshirt riding up and… Nope. Stop.

“You have a lovely apartment,” you said, sipping your coffee. “It’s kind of how I imagined it.”

“You wondered what my place looked like?” You blushed, lips parting, and Sakusa realized he’d said that out loud. “I didn’t mean.. I’m sorry.”

Damn it. He’d embarrassed you with his dumb thoughts. Now you were both tomato-faced, sipping coffee in silence. You smiled softly, gazing out the window. The view looked like you were on the fortieth floor. Was this a hotel? Or a massive residential tower? How far were you from your neighborhood? So many questions — and too much awkwardness to ask them.

“So,” Kiyoomi began quietly, forcing himself to look at your beautiful face, “what’s the last thing you remember?”

“It’s all kind of blurry,” you said, pressing a hand to your forehead. Where were your memories when you needed them? “I remember some commotion at the bar. Oh! Someone spilled beer on my skirt!”

Ah, that’s why you couldn’t find your clothes. Kiyoomi must’ve taken care of that too. He covered his mouth to hide a small smile. Alcohol really does wonders. He’d have to tell you everything. You meant too much to him to keep you in the dark. Even if nothing happened, you might feel ashamed — and Sakusa would never let you feel uncomfortable because of him.

“When we came back with the refill…”

To be continued..

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤVampire AU. +19 Azumane Asahi

warning: cunnilingus, vaginal sex, interracial relationships

ㅤㅤ“Ugh, it’s boiling,” you groaned, stepping through the apartment door. The sharp scent of cedar pine hit your nose, and a smile tugged at your lips. The holiday season scratched pleasantly at your subconscious, stirring anticipation.

ㅤㅤ“You’ve been whining all week about being cold,” Azumane said, following behind with a smile. You rolled your eyes, tugging off your yellow beanie with the oversized pom-pom.

ㅤㅤ“You should talk, Mister “I don’t give a damn about temperature, pain, or the disgusting taste of duty-free burgers,” ” Asahi helped you out of your puffer coat and kissed the top of your head, catching your delicious scent. “But there’s one thing you do care about.”

You smirked conspiratorially, trailing your finger from your chin to your collarbone, watching how his unfocused gaze sharpened for a split second, his Adam’s apple twitching seductively. But in the next moment, Azumane was back to being his gentle, carefree self, shaking his head and heading to the kitchen to put on the kettle.

ㅤㅤYou clicked your tongue, biting the inside of your cheek. What were you supposed to do with him?

When you first met, you never imagined that this giant, plush teddy bear could be the most dangerous predator on Earth. Sweet, sensitive, soft — those were the only words that came to mind when you looked at Asahi. He held you with the kind of trembling care that barely exists in this world, and you had no idea that all he could think about back then was sinking his fangs into your neck.

You were scared shitless when Azumane revealed what he was. You said something like “I need time” and that it’d be better not to see each other for a while. Human instinct took over — you just wanted to pull away. What rabbit willingly jumps into a lion’s mouth? Well… maybe only one that’s in love.

ㅤㅤAnd now, a year later, you live side by side with a real predator — and you haven’t regretted it once.

Even your mother hadn’t given you this much love, tenderness, and care. Seriously. Asahi did things that made your heart melt and drip down your ribs. And even when he said he’d never hurt you, you thought, “So what if he does.” Over time, you were ready to accept anything from this man — as long as he kept whispering words of love into your ear when life’s chaos clawed at your soul.

ㅤㅤ“Sweetheart, what kind of… tea..” Asahi froze in the doorway, catching you nearly naked.

Warm winter days weren’t rare, but you’d still managed to break a sweat. He caught sight of you in your underwear. And even if his cheeks didn’t flush, you knew when he was flustered. And something else.

He wanted you. But not your body. He could touch you every free minute and never stop. Azumane wasn’t exactly a typical man. In his world, even a stray lock of hair could drive him mad. You saw how much it hurt him — how he buried his nose in your neck and inhaled your scent so deeply it tore at his throat. And he feared himself for those thoughts.

But his torment tormented you too. You wanted, just once, to make him as happy as he made you every damn day.

ㅤㅤ“Come here,” you smiled softly, extending a hand.

ㅤㅤ“Y\N, I don’t think that’s..”

ㅤㅤ“Just once, please… don’t think,” you chuckled, eyes beckoning him closer.

He approached reluctantly, wrapping his arms around your bare waist with hesitation. God. What were you doing to him? You smelled especially sweet right now. If others found the mix of sweat and skin repulsive — Asahi went insane for it. You were warm. Blood had rushed seductively to your cheeks, your skin glistened, triggering nothing but a swallowing reflex in the poor predator. You were so close. Your fingers danced along his collarbones, your breath hot against his chin. And your scent tore at his throat.

You smirked, feeling his hands tighten around your waist. Oh, he was struggling. His eyes were a storm. And if his heart could beat, you’d feel it pounding against your chest. That state of his — it aroused you to the edge.

ㅤㅤ“Tell me, did you want to bite me the first time we met?” your eyes sparkled mischievously, while Azumane’s face froze in horror. What were you scheming, you little devil? “I remember… it was at the mall, wasn’t it?”

ㅤㅤ“Yeah. In the perfume shop,” he smiled gently, remembering. “I thought I was losing my mind. You smelled so good.”

Giving in to temptation, Asahi leaned in, burying his nose in your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

ㅤㅤ“We were in a store where every third schoolgirl was drowning herself in tester sprays. Even I was choking. So…”

ㅤㅤ“You don’t understand,” he whispered, nibbling your earlobe. “When you’re near, I can’t think about anything else. No scent in the world messes with my head like yours does.”

And in any other situation, you’d roll your eyes, lips curling at the cliché. But you were dealing with a century-old creature, for whom scent was a language. Asahi had just told you that you were his world. His reason to exist. His most desired desire.

ㅤㅤAnd it blew your mind.

ㅤㅤ“Bite me,” you didn’t ask. You commanded. He pulled back, staring at you with cold horror.

ㅤㅤPlease. Let him have misheard. Please.

ㅤㅤ“Are you insane?” he cupped your cheeks, searching your eyes. “Has the heat fried your brain?”

ㅤㅤ“Yeah, I’m insane,” you placed your hands over his, squeezing gently. “I see how much you’re suffering. I love you too, and I want us to be even closer. Asahi…”

ㅤㅤ“You don’t understand,” he shook his head, resting his forehead against yours. “What if I… what if I can’t stop?”

Okay. For a moment, you hesitated, and fear crawled down your spine. Asahi had definitely heard that skipped heartbeat. But your faith in him was stronger. So much stronger.

ㅤㅤ“It’s ridiculous,” you said with a sad smile, gently pushing his face back to look into his eyes. “I’m the one throwing myself into the lion’s mouth, and he’s the one running away. How long are you going to keep denying yourself this pleasure, hmm? Or are you not planning to stay with me till the end of my days?”

Azumane exhaled, seemingly surrendering to your persistence. He loved you deeply, but what if… what if you ran away after seeing that side of him?

He slowly guided you toward the bedroom door, pressing you against it with the weight of his body. You raised an eyebrow, confused.

ㅤㅤ“When opportunity knocks, we should make the most of it — for both of us,” he murmured, nibbling your earlobe.

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. Fine. You were okay with this too. You were about to make a snarky remark when Asahi knocked the breath out of your lungs, his hand trailing up the inside of your thigh. Higher. You were wearing far too little for him to be restrained in any way. And he wanted you — desperately. Right now, you were the most tempting thing in the world, and he intended to prepare you properly… before dessert.

His fingers slipped inside with startling ease, gliding over sensitive skin, drawing out gasps and moans. Your lips met occasionally, whenever he paused his exploration of your chest with his tongue. But the grip on your hips and waist — that was something else. You’d never felt such strength in him before. Sure, his hugs were firm, but now he was a starving beast, leaving marks on his prey.

ㅤㅤ“Oh my god!” you gasped as Azumane dropped to his knees, replacing fingers with tongue. “Wait… stop…”

ㅤㅤ“What? Changed your mind about being devoured?” came the teasing voice from below, and you clung to his shoulders to keep from collapsing. Every muscle trembled with pleasure, making it hard to stay upright. “I’ve only just begun.”

This wasn’t your usual Asahi. It was as if the lion inside had shredded the teddy bear to pieces. The fire in his eyes silenced you, demanding you surrender to the pleasure. You never imagined he could be this… intense.

ㅤㅤ“Asahi! Damn!” you closed your eyes, head thrown back against the door, fingers tangled in his long chocolate curls. Your body was hit by a breathtaking climax.

Azumane didn’t give you time to recover. He lifted you by the knees, pressing you against the door with his powerful chest. You wrapped your legs around his torso, still breathless, managing only a blissful smile and a soft, wet kiss.

He entered you sharply, without hesitation. There was no discomfort — not after that kind of preparation. Sex with Asahi was unlike anything else. He was a vampire, after all. He didn’t tire, didn’t feel pain, and couldn’t get you pregnant. You finished when you wanted to, and that alone was enough to blow your mind every time.

He moved faster. You were limp in his arms, unable to even lift your legs. And he was drinking in the sight of you — covered in sweat, gasping with pleasure, completely his. To him, it felt like a sweet dream. All he had to do was reach out and..

They say pain can bring pleasure too. It hit you like a jolt of electricity. You found the strength to grip his shoulders as Azumane sank his fangs into your neck. His thrusts slowed, and his hands moved from your hips to your waist, leaving bruises. Your body burned — from the euphoria below and the sting above. Everything blurred into one overwhelming sensation, and all you could do was moan, clinging to his tense body.

You felt a trickle of blood slide down your collarbone, but Asahi didn’t let it go to waste — he licked it up quickly, brushing against your swollen nipple. Not a single drop would be lost. Gods, what your blood did to him. For the first time in ages, his eyes glowed with that deep crimson fire. After years of surviving on bagged blood, this was like a birthday feast — warm, rich, intoxicating.

ㅤㅤHe was losing control.

Your vision dimmed, but the orgasm flooding your body kept you from saying anything. You were completely spent, trying to stop him somehow. God, it felt so good.

ㅤㅤ“Asahi,” you whispered, feeling the pulse in your neck. “Baby, that’s enough.”

Azumane pulled back sharply, catching you in his arms. Your eyes met, and you gasped at the sight of his blood-red irises and gleaming fangs. You couldn’t resist — you ran your thumb across his bloodied lips, grazing a fang.

ㅤㅤ“Maybe… don’t hide them anymore?” you managed to say, resting your head against his stone-like chest. He couldn’t look away. He wanted to drink you dry. “You were insanely hot tonight. Sweet. We’ll definitely have to do this again.” He laid you gently on the bed, curling up beside you. “That felt amazing. God.”

ㅤㅤ“I hope you never ask me to do that again,” he said softly, stroking your hair.

ㅤㅤ“Don’t count on it,” you snorted, snuggling closer. “I adore sweet teddy bear Asahi,” your hand trailed from his chest down to his still-hard length. He wasn’t satisfied. “But the guy who pinned me to the door like a beast? I like him just as much.”

ㅤㅤ“The one who nearly killed you,” he muttered, glancing at the swelling near your neck.

ㅤㅤ“Dying from an earth-shattering orgasm? Worth falling in love with a vampire for.”

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Ryûnosuke Tanaka

ㅤㅤ“Saeko, stop drinking. You’ve clearly had enough,” you tried to take the sake bottle from your friend, listening to her drunken protests. You were celebrating your promotion — something the blonde seemed far more excited about than you.

“But I still have to tuck you into be-e-ed,” she whined dramatically, flopping around on the mattress. You gently moved her hands away from your chest and pulled the blanket over her, watching as Saeko quickly drifted off to sleep.

“I’m confiscating every opened and unopened bottle in this house,” you smiled, gathering your scattered things and heading to Ryūnosuke’s room, which the blonde had kindly offered. Since he was off at some training camp, you could sleep alone, comfortably, and not be squished between the wall and your friend’s generous curves.

ㅤThe young volleyball player’s room was a disaster. Cleaning clearly wasn’t part of his routine, and to even spot the bed, you had to step over a pile of posters featuring half-naked women and move a chair that apparently doubled as his closet. Sighing with a smile, you decided to tidy up a little, hoping Ryū wouldn’t be too mad about it.

You stacked the magazines neatly, folded his clothes into the wardrobe, and cleared off the desk. Proud of your work and feeling accomplished, you finally let yourself collapse into sleep.

Morning was… unusual. The first thing you saw when you opened your sleepy eyes was Ryūnosuke’s snoring face. He’d thrown one leg over your thigh, apparently mistaking you for part of the blanket during the night. You wanted to laugh at the absurdity, but instead waited calmly for him to realize what was happening. Saeko must’ve messed up the dates and forgotten her brother was coming home today.

Despite his love for pulling scary faces, the volleyball player was actually quite handsome. Your gaze dropped below his neck and you realized he’d crashed onto the bed wearing nothing but boxers — which made the situation even more ridiculous. His body was impressive, sure, but you tried not to stare too long. After all, you could get arrested for seducing a teenager.

ㅤㅤ“Rise and shine, Y\N! Wait… what?”

You smiled, hearing Saeko’s loud laughter from the hallway, and turned your gaze to the boy who was now squirming on the bed, trying to escape the noise, still completely unaware of the situation. He leaned forward and buried his face right into your chest, finally waking up.

“Get off Y\N, you little perv!” Saeko shouted one last time before heading to the shower, leaving the stunned boy alone with you. After spending the night together, you figured the awkwardness should’ve worn off by now.

“What are you doing in my bed?!” he jumped to his feet, staring at you. You stretched sweetly, sitting up and letting your legs dangle off the edge. “We.. I.. What did you..”

ㅤ“It’s a long story, Ryū-chan,” you winked mysteriously, lowering your gaze. “By the way, nice boxers.”

Smirking, you walked past him toward the door, giving his cheek a gentle stroke, completely throwing him off. Pausing in the doorway, you glanced back over your shoulder:

“We’ll definitely have to do this again sometime,” you said, quickly slipping out and covering your mouth to keep from bursting into laughter.

[haikyuu19corner]

“Iwa-kun, is that you?” you whispered, or rather exhaled softly, feeling a strong chest press against your back. The hallway of the hotel where the entire Aoba Johsai team was staying was pitch dark. Just two days before your arrival at training camp, the power box had blown, plunging all rooms and corridors into complete darkness for the rest of the week.

“Yeah, it’s me,” came his quiet voice from somewhere above, and for a few seconds, your racing heart began to calm. His firm chest warming your shoulder blades still made you a little nervous. “Why aren’t you in bed?”

ㅤ“Couldn’t sleep in a new place. Thought I’d get some water and fresh air,” you turned slightly, brushing your hand against his chest before pulling it back. You weren’t great at navigating in the dark. “What about you? Why are you wandering the halls?”

“Heard you cursing,” he chuckled, and you bit your tongue, grateful the darkness hid your blush. “Did you trip or something?”

“It’s dark, obviously. I caught my foot on a chair,” you muttered, inhaling the warm scent of Iwaizumi. Whoever said volleyball players always smelled like sweat was clearly wrong. “Iwa-kun, what are you..”

ㅤ“Just shut up,” he whispered, pushing you gently against the wall. Somehow, he moved with ease in the dark. Your breath caught. Every sense sharpened from not seeing a thing. His hand on your waist, his warm breath against your cheek — it sent shivers down your spine. “You drive me..”

“Crazy?” you finished for him, and he exhaled sharply. “Not brave enough to admit it, but cornering me in the dark like some creep? That’s fine?”

“Tch, look who’s talking. You’ve been messing with my head for three years. You could’ve just said something,” Iwaizumi clenched his jaw, placing his hands on either side of your head. “You’re worse than Oikawa.”

You shoved his chest, trying to walk away, but the brunette didn’t let you. He pressed closer, his breath brushing your temple. He must’ve leaned down — you were nearly twenty centimeters shorter.

ㅤ“I’m not done,” he hissed, and you shrank back against the wall, staring somewhere near his neck. “But if you really want to leave — go ahead,” Hajime stepped back just enough to give you space. But you crossed your arms, clicking your tongue. He smirked, amused. “Thought so.”

He touched your shoulder, then slid his hand up to your chin, lifting it gently. Thank god it was pitch black and neither of you could see the other’s face. Yours was burning red, eyes darting, lips dry and constantly licked. Iwaizumi, by contrast, seemed calm — though the pounding of his heart betrayed him. You’d hear it if you pressed your ear to his chest.

ㅤThe kiss was clumsy at first — Hajime’s lips landed on your nose. You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck to guide him. The volleyball player quickly found his rhythm, kissing deeply, licking and sucking your lips, occasionally bumping teeth. You nipped the tip of his tongue and he growled softly, gripping your waist tighter, pulling you flush against him. With a teasing smack of lips, you broke the kiss, foreheads touching.

“If you pretend this was all a dream tomorrow morning,” Hajime whispered, breath heavy, his hand sliding from your waist to your thigh, stroking gently, “I swear I’ll spank you. Got it?”

ㅤ“Got it, Iwa-chan,” you replied, pulling him in for another kiss.

[haikyuu19corner]

ㅤ“You were incredible,” you whispered against Akaashi’s lips, shifting your hips on his lap. He smiled with his eyes closed, gently stroking your waist. Somewhere in the background, an R&B track played softly from the home stereo.

“I want to hear that from you more often,” Keiji replied in a low, slightly husky voice, melting under your kisses.

With constant training, camps, and prep for interschool matches, you’d barely had time together. Since you played for Fukurodani’s girls’ volleyball team, your paths only crossed occasionally — just enough for fleeting, stolen kisses. But now, with both of you finally on break, you could give yourselves over to each other completely.

ㅤEven though your bodies ached from exhausting games and drills, you still had enough energy. Well, you did. You were far more resilient than him, covering his face and neck with warm kisses, massaging stiff muscles with your hands.

“So I take it you’re trying to devour me,” Akaashi murmured, cracking one eye open as his hands slid to your thighs, gently caressing. You giggled, pulling back from his now thoroughly flushed neck. “Sorry. I don’t even have the strength to get off this couch.”

ㅤ“Good thing you don’t have to do anything,” playful sparks lit up your eyes. You licked your slightly swollen lips, glancing at your handiwork. Maybe you’d gone a little overboard with his neck. Those marks weren’t fading in two days. “I can handle things for both of us.”

“How did I get someone like you?” Keiji chuckled as you leaned in for another kiss. “You’re too good.”

ㅤ“I know,” you whispered, diving back into his lips for a slow, lazy kiss that might turn into something more — if you could find the strength to pull away from his soft, beloved mouth. After all, there were still plenty of places on him you hadn’t kissed yet today.

[haikyuu19corner]

ㅤㅤ“Why me?” you paused mid-chop, glancing at Kōshi, who was staring at you with that serious, almost hypnotic gaze. “Why did you start dating me of all people?”

You rolled your eyes and went back to slicing vegetables. He always got under your skin with questions like that. “Why me,” “What did you see in me,” “I’m clearly not your type.” It was getting harder to ignore.

“Because I like you, you idiot. Sometimes I think even Hinata would grasp the obvious faster than you do,” you shook your head, chopping the cucumber with a bit too much force. You couldn’t help it — the knife handle slammed loudly against the cutting board, making Sugawara jump in his seat. “Is it spring again or something? Why are you back to this nonsense?”

“It’s not nonsense! Do you know how many guys were into you? More than half of them were better than me. Even Kuroo from Nekoma flirted with you at camp.”

“They all had one fatal flaw, Suga-kun,” you smiled, leaning back against the counter.

ㅤㅤ“And what was that?” the blond’s gaze dropped to your bare legs, cheeks flushing.

“They weren’t you,” you reached out, beckoning him closer. The volleyball player obeyed, leaning in, hands braced on either side of you. “You’re always so composed, so steady, always know what you want — and yet you’re stuffed to the brim with self-doubt.”

“Not my fault I ended up with such a gorgeous girlfriend,” Suga smiled, melting under your hand on his cheek. You blinked, surprised by the sudden boldness.

“Mmm, no. That’s exactly your fault,” you laughed softly, asking for a kiss. Sugawara didn’t hesitate, giving you a gentle one, feeling your tongue trace his lips as your hands slid from his neck to his waist, fingers sneaking under his shirt. “You’re too good for me to even think about anyone else.”

ㅤ“Okay, okay, stop!” he blushed, and you burst into quiet laughter again, planting a kiss on his nose.

[haikyuu19corner]

ㅤㅤ“Still hanging around here, huh?”

Ukai turned before he could light his cigarette, clicking his tongue loudly and irritably when he saw your “friendly” smile. How long had it been? Five years? Maybe more.

“I missed that grumpy, perpetually annoyed face of yours,” you placed your expensive handbag on the table and sat down, crossing one leg over the other. Your coat slipped down, revealing a long leg wrapped in black stockings. Too striking for Keishin to ignore. “So, you decided to continue the family business?”

“No. I just enjoy being pestered with annoying questions,” you smirked, resting your chin on the back of your hand.

“Got a cigarette to spare?”

“Sure, if you leave the shop,” you pouted playfully, scanning your former classmate.

He hadn’t changed much. Maybe he smoked more now. And he tied back his soft curls with a band — though he looked better without it. You knew that for sure, having loved running your fingers through them, marveling at their silkiness. The memory scraped unpleasantly against your ribs.

ㅤㅤ“Do I really repulse you that much?”

Ukai flinched at your words, clicking his tongue again and looking away. A defense mechanism, maybe. You were even more beautiful than before, and he was probably just afraid of making the same mistake again — becoming another guy in your collection.

“Oh, or do you think I’m a slut too?” you caught him off guard again, reading his distant gaze like a book. You gave a sad smile, tapping your nails against the table. “Damn, that actually stings a little.”

And it had started off so well…

ㅤ“ “Mmm, strawberry today,” you whispered, pulling away from Keishin’s lips, licking them sweetly one last time. The candy had passed from his mouth to yours.

“You keep track of the flavors?” he chuckled, stroking your thighs, head tilted back against the couch. “Give it back, sugar fiend.”

You giggled, leaning in again to those soft, irresistible lips, passing the pink candy back as you pulled him into another deep kiss.

”

ㅤYou blinked, shaking off the memories that had crept in the moment he licked his lips and gave you that strange look. You couldn’t read it. Five years apart had turned Keishin into a closed book.

“So, why’d you come?”

It would be foolish to say you wanted it all back. To act selfishly, then ask for forgiveness like you’d forgotten to share the last slice of pizza — it would be like spitting into the ocean. You had only yourself to blame for your childish naivety back then. Breaking up over text. A single message. Who knew Ukai had been the one? He saw that sadness flicker in your eyes.

ㅤ“ “Heard the news? Tsukiyoshi from our year got married,” you were lying on his chest, playing with his fingers. “Apparently she’s foreign.”

“What an idiot,” the blond muttered, basking in the weight of your body on his. You both loved just lying there after a long day.

“You think so?” you lifted yourself slightly, palms on his chest. “They were neighbors for ten years. It’s probably love,” Keishin looked at you, his warm hand tracing your waist. “Would you marry me? Say, tomorrow?”

“Nope,” you smacked his shoulder and he chuckled, pulling you into his arms despite your protests. “I’m still waiting for you to dump me.”

“Idiot. I’m not dumping you!” you mumbled into his neck, your breath tickling his skin. “I love you.”

“Yeah. Maybe,” he said unusually quietly, fingers combing through your hair.

” ㅤYou exhaled and stood from the chair, giving the little shop one last glance. Ukai never got an answer to his question. Truth is… you didn’t even know why you came.

“I’m glad you’re doing well,” you smiled, though your eyes didn’t reflect the joy. Ukai was still staring at your back, and just as you opened the door, he called out:

“Drop by for coffee sometime, if you want.”

[haikyuu19corner]

“You’re so lucky, Y\N. Yuji’s such a heartthrob. Like one of those bad boys from TV shows!” your school friends chattered nonstop, throwing dreamy glances at you and Terushima.

Everyone wanted a bad boy like the one you had. It was as if they’d all lost their minds, begging for details about your relationship with the blond. You politely declined, hinting that their curiosity was crossing a line. Still, it felt nice knowing even the most popular girls were a little jealous.

“They grilled you again?” Yuji asked, pulling you closer by the waist, shielding you from the sudden chill. The bus stop roof didn’t help much against the wind, so you pressed into his warmth, breathing in the familiar scent of the cologne you’d gifted him.

“Mhm. I’m running out of excuses,” you murmured, melting at the soft kiss he placed on your temple. “Wanna come over? Mom’s away on a business trip again. I don’t feel like being home alone.”

“My little Y\N is scared?” he teased, and you bit his chin playfully. He chuckled, hugging you tighter. “Alright, alright, my brave little coward.”

You never really saw Yuji as a bad boy. Sure, strangers might get that impression. Even friends sometimes fell for his rebellious charm. But you knew him too well to believe he was anything like the troublemakers on screen.

At least… in one particular area, he was the complete opposite of his image.

Your house was unbearably warm. The radiator valve had broken, and there was no way to lower the heat until the repair crew came next week.

While you were busy in the kitchen, Yuji had casually stripped off his sweaty shirt and sprawled across the couch like he owned the place. Suddenly, hot sandwiches didn’t seem so appealing.

You let your hair down, slipped off your lounge shorts, and stayed in just a long tank top and silly Pokémon underwear. It felt silly not to take advantage of your mom’s absence. It had been too long since you’d had this kind of closeness.

“Y\N, what are you..”

“No, what are you doing?” you smirked, settling into his lap and wrapping your arms around his tense neck. “I want you.”

And just like that, your favorite moment arrived. The ever-confident captain’s cheeks flushed instantly, and his darting gaze betrayed his nerves. You always wondered why the bold blond turned into a shy kitten when things got intimate.

And you hadn’t even done anything serious. Yet.

“I can put my shirt back on…” Yuji whispered, and you laughed, guiding his hands to your hips. “Or not.”

Unable to wait any longer, you kissed him deeply, letting your tongue tease his. The cool touch of his piercing against your lips made you smile into the kiss. You loved that contrast — cold steel and warm, tangled mouths.

Despite his lingering shyness, Yuji quickly found his rhythm, responding with growing confidence, his hands exploring beneath your shirt, tracing your spine. When it came to moments like this, you were the one playing the bad girl.

“And yet everyone thinks I’m the last troublemaker standing,” he whispered against your lips, feeling your fingers already tugging at his belt. “They’d be speechless if they knew what you’re up to.”

“What can I say,” you murmured, pulling at the waistband of his boxers, catching the first breathy sound from his lips. “I really enjoy ruining you.”

[haikyuu19corner]

ㅤㅤ“Maybe you should stop tormenting the guy already?” said Tetsuro, leaning his backside against the windowsill, looking down at you. “He’ll find someone better and you’ll be left out again.”

You scoffed, turning toward the window and resting your elbows on the sill.

“He’s not you,” Kuroo smirked, glancing sideways at your profile. “Did you even like me?”

“Definitely,” the brunette mused. “Probably not love. But the fact that I wanted to fuck you every single day? That meant something.”

You snorted, nudging your ex in the ribs. Things had gone pretty well between you two — shame it didn’t last. Still, it was nice that you both wanted it, and now you had a new object of affection.

ㅤㅤThough baby Kenma still needed a little push in the right direction.

“So should I keep feeding him ideas on how to ask you out?” you raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“That was you coaching him?” you chuckled. “I thought it was way too out of character for him.”

“Well, he’s my good boy,” Kuroo hopped off the windowsill, planting a goodbye kiss on your cheek. “Doubt you’ll manage to change that, darling. See ya!”

“Yeah,” you murmured, gazing out the window at Kozume, who sat on a bench playing his console. “Shame.”

ㅤㅤDeciding to skip the rest of the day in favor of the library, you bribed the class rep and escaped to your little sanctuary, ready to dive into another thick, sappy romance novel. Well, you liked them.

Running your fingers along the spines, you smirked when you found the right one and sat cross-legged on the floor, looking forward to a cozy hour or so.

ㅤAfter a while, your thoughts drifted back to the shy blond. Kenma had taken up permanent residence in your mind, making you think about him several times a day. For someone as flighty as you, that was unusual. Even with Kuroo, things had been different — more like a no-strings thing.

But with Kozume, you felt something unfamiliar. Only…

“Ugh! Why are you such a softie, damn it!” you groaned, throwing your head back against the bookshelf.

ㅤAfter sitting a bit longer, you started packing up. Returning the book to its place, you grabbed your bag and thought the story had been too sugary and pink. Or maybe your thoughts about the blond had messed with your mood.

Suddenly, someone blocked your path, pushing you gently back against the shelf.

“What the.. Kenma?” you recognized your crush in the stranger. “What are you doing here..”

But he didn’t seem to hear you, continuing to close the distance until his body pressed fully against yours. Your breath caught at this version of Kenma, and you swallowed hard, staring into his amber-lit eyes.

“Bold enough for you?” he whispered, placing his hands on either side of your head. “Or,” he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your cheek, “do you need more?”

ㅤIn the next second, his lips met yours with quiet confidence. The kiss wasn’t deep like you were used to — which only made your subconscious burn hotter. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you took control for a moment, guiding the inexperienced boy. To be fair, he learned fast, and within seconds, he matched you easily, teasing your lips with his own.

Pulling back for air, you both breathed heavily, eyes locked. You smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind the volleyball player’s ear.

“Did Tetsuro coach you on this too?” and just like that, Kenma turned back into a flustered angel, eyes darting away.

“Well, he kind of nudged me into it,” he mumbled, clearly nervous, unable to look at your shiny, kiss-swollen lips. Waves of unfamiliar excitement rolled through him as you leaned in a little closer.

“Took you long enough,” you smiled, tilting his chin toward you. “Promise you’ll kiss me like that more often?”

ㅤㅤ“You… liked it? I wasn’t sure…”

“You don’t have to be. Just start — and we’ll see where it goes.”

[haikyuu19corner]

ㅤㅤ“I just don’t get it. What do you even like about him?” your friend asked for the millionth time, watching your lovestruck, borderline manic gaze fixed on Kageyama. “Personally, his stare alone gives me chills.

But you weren’t listening. Your eyes were locked on the dark blue-black crown of hair ahead. There was something about Tobio that pulled you in, almost frighteningly so.

He wasn’t nearly as intimidating as people made him out to be. You smirked, remembering one particular moment.

ㅤ“ “Y\N, take out the trash!” your mom had yelled, and with a tired sigh, you’d trudged outside. No one likes taking out the trash.

“Agh! Damn it!”

You froze at the loud shouting near the bins. Peeking cautiously from behind a tree, you spotted a guy whose trash bag had burst open, garbage threatening to scatter across the street. Squinting, you recognized the unlucky brunette — your classmate, Kageyama.

You half expected him to flip the dumpster over, the aura around him was so furious. But instead, he just grumbled loudly, chasing after paper wrappers that the wind had sent spinning through the air. You stifled a laugh, regretting not bringing your phone.

What people said about him and what you were seeing now — couldn’t be more different.

You stepped out of hiding once Tobio was done. He shot you a sharp glare, and you smiled, tilting your head slightly, still watching him. It made him visibly uncomfortable.

“What’re you staring at?” he grumbled, and you barely held back a laugh.

It was funny, watching him try to act tough. Especially with a juice straw somehow tangled in his hair, sticking out like a little antenna.

You stepped closer and gently removed it from his head — had to stand on tiptoe to reach. Volleyball player, after all. When he saw what you’d pulled from his hair, his face turned crimson, and all that tough-guy energy vanished, replaced by flustered silence.

After tossing your own trash, you gave Tobio one last smile and disappeared around the corner, noting that the blushing volleyball player was far more appealing than the brooding one. ”

ㅤ“Hey, my lovesick fool. Class is over,” your friend nudged your shoulder, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Coming,” you replied, slipping your notebooks into your backpack. “Huh? What’s this?”

Inside your open bag sat a banana juice box. Turning it over in your hands, you noticed it was missing the straw. In its place was a sticker. You read it — and broke into a satisfied grin, dashing out of the classroom after your friend.

ㅤ“What’s up with you? You’re glowing.”

But you didn’t answer, grabbing her by the elbow, already anticipating your next encounter with the volleyball player who had clearly spent time reading online articles titled “How to ask a girl out.”

[haikyuu19corner]

warning: mild intimacy.

When you first started dating Satori, you thought his nickname was just a joke — that the “Guess Monster” only existed on the volleyball court.

Turns out, it wasn’t a joke at all.

At first, it was even amusing. A boyfriend who knew your every move, every phrase, every desire before you did. Tendo seemed to read your mind, showing up with strawberry ice cream like magic. He always knew when to pull you into a tight hug, and when to leave you be.

You didn’t even fight, yet somehow felt defeated. And you wanted a rematch. You’d been together for a while now, but you were still determined to pull off something the all-knowing Tendo couldn’t predict — just to see surprise flicker across his face.

ㅤ“Missed me? Wait, don’t answer. I know — down to the knees, right?” he grinned, wrapping you in a steel embrace. “Shall we go into the classroom? I left my change of clothes there.”

You nodded, smiling to yourself, and for a split second, Satori’s brows lifted.

“Good thing I swiped the keys from the class rep yesterday,” he added cheerfully, unlocking the door. “Now, let’s see.. huh? Y\N, what are you..”

Snatching the keys with the silly squirrel keychain, you tossed them aside and locked the door behind you. You’d find them later.

Without a word, you closed the distance and kissed him hard, catching his slightly parted lips. Tendou leaned back against the bookshelf, slowly responding. Fine, he’d admit — that caught him off guard.

“What’s gotten into my little Y\N, hmm?” he teased, brushing your lower lip with his thumb, clearly enjoying your flushed cheeks and hazy gaze.

“You didn’t think that was all, did you?” you smirked, trailing your hand from his neck down past his collarbones and over his tense chest. “I want more.”

The sound of his belt buckle clinking made his breath hitch. You knelt down, looking up at him. Oh, you’d hang a photo of his stunned expression above your bed if you could. You got even more than you hoped for — he was speechless.

ㅤㅤ“What are you.. oh, damn!”

His hand tangled in your hair, trying to steady himself, but it was no use. You weren’t stopping. You pushed his shirt up, fingers gliding over his tense torso, drawing shaky sounds from his lips.

There were stars in his eyes from whatever you were doing down there. Good thing this floor was empty — otherwise, he’d have some explaining to do about the strange noises echoing through the hall. He clenched his jaw, eyes shut tight, unable to resist the overwhelming rush.

“Y/N, I'm going to go straight into your… shit!”

Tendou helped you to your feet, eyes scanning your flushed face and glistening lips. You licked them slowly, catching your breath, and sent a shiver down his spine.

“Bet you didn’t see that coming, — you whispered, leaving a soft kiss on his lips. “Right, sweetheart?”

[haikyuu19corner]

Not many people know Kotaro’s weaknesses. You belong to that tiny circle who know at least thirty of them. Maybe even more.

ㅤㅤTake his neck, for example.

He loses his mind when you settle into his lap and take full control, burying your nose in the crook of his neck, gently nipping at the sensitive skin. Then you soothe the spot with a slow, apologetic swipe of your tongue. Afterward, he’s left hiding your deep crimson marks beneath the raised collar of his uniform shirt. And asking for more.

ㅤㅤOr the strong muscles of his back.

When your nails graze the bare, sensitive skin, Bokuto is ready to growl from sheer pleasure. Your practiced touch brings blissful relief to his post-training tension. At every chance, the volleyball player would peel off his shirt and pull you into his lap, whining like a puppy.

ㅤㅤMaybe his lips, too. Yes.

Your kisses are, perhaps, his greatest weakness of all. The way you kiss—he couldn’t describe it in words if he tried. Bokuto melts like sugar when he presses you against a wall and pulls you into a long, breathless kiss.

ㅤ“How do you do that, Y\N?” he asks, loud and sudden as always, catching you off guard as he pins you to the tree trunk by your porch.

“Do what?” you feign innocence, trailing your fingers lightly across his cheek.

ㅤㅤ“You always… make me weak.”

[haikyuu19corner]

warning: cheating, mild intimacy.

“Don’t you need to be training?” you murmured against the volleyball player’s neck, your breath warm on his skin.

“Maybe,” he replied playfully, fingers slipping under your uniform shirt. You gasped, clutching the lapels of his blazer.

“Iwaizumi’s going to be mad you’re late again,” you bit your lip, feeling Oikawa’s soft kisses just below your chin. He chuckled quietly, pressing closer, pinning you against the wall of the dark storage room. Good thing there were no mops or cleaning junk in here.

“I think it’s worth it,” his lips found yours, and you tangled your fingers in his curls, feeling his confident hand slide along your inner thigh. “I’m more curious what your boyfriend would say about this.

“And you care only now?” you smirked, undoing the buttons on Tooru’s shirt, tracing the tense muscles of his chest with your nails. “You should’ve thought about that four months ago.”

He growled, kissing you again, hiking your skirt higher, fingers brushing the edge of your underwear. You moaned into the kiss, feeling Tooru’s amused smile.

“I know what you like,” he whispered against your lips, drawing another moan from you. “That loser of yours could never make you feel this good,” he picked up the pace, and you clung to his shoulders, head tipping back against the cold wall, “not like I do.”

“Damn it, Tooru!” you cried out a little louder, and he covered your mouth with his hand, savoring the way you squirmed under his skilled touch.

“Quiet, Y\N,” he murmured against your ear. “And I haven’t even started trying yet. God, what’ll happen when I really put in effort?”

You pressed your lips to his strong neck, eyes squeezed shut, leaving a vivid mark on his pale skin. When your body finally gave in, limp in his arms, Tooru pulled back, smoothing your skirt. You lifted a dazed gaze to him, and he ran a finger along your lower lip, licking his own with maddening ease. Your breath caught at the sight of this devilishly handsome menace.

“I’ll go out first,” Tooru kissed the corner of your mouth, smiling sweetly and flashing a peace sign. “See you, sweetheart.”

[haikyuu19corner]

ㅤㅤ“Daichi!”

Your loud call echoed through the gym, making everyone turn their heads.

ㅤ“Y/N? What are you doing here?” the boy asked, genuinely confused. “Don’t you have an exam?”

“It ended an hour ago,” you pouted slightly, giving the volleyball player a disapproving look. “You’ve completely lost track of time with all these practices.”

You stood politely at the edge of the court, shifting from foot to foot. You didn’t want to step onto the floor in dirty shoes—the boys practically worshipped it after every training session.

ㅤ“Go on,” Suga nudged his friend in the back with a cheerful smile.

Daichi gave an awkward grin, scratching the back of his head. He’d promised you a movie and some delicious ice cream, but now it looked like you’d barely have time for a vending machine coffee. Especially with your strict parents.

ㅤㅤ“I, uh...”

“I’m not mad,” you cut off his half-hearted apology, noticing his surprised expression. “I know how important volleyball is to you.”

“Y/N,” he smiled softly, but the next second you gave him a solid smack on the shoulder.

ㅤ“But if you asked me out, at least make time for me now and then.”

Suwamura chuckled, seeing your rosy cheeks, and gave you a quick kiss on the nose before heading back into the gym, calling out that he’d be free in five minutes.

ㅤㅤ“Idiot,” you murmured, pressing your cold hands to your burning cheeks.

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ㅤㅤ“You really do have an amazing ass, Y/N,” Kuroo said dreamily, resting his cheek on his hand.

You huffed in irritation, already tired of hearing such lines from Nekoma’s captain.

“When are you going to quit it?” you shot him a glare, as scornful as you could manage. But the guy just gave you a sugary smile and winked.

ㅤㅤ“When you give me a kiss.”

“You’ve got enough confidence to fill the Pacific Ocean. Not a chance,” you tied your long hair into a tight ponytail, exposing your alluring neck and collarbones.

“Ah, Y/N. You only say that because you don’t realize what you’re missing out on,” the brunette closed the distance in two steps, leaning in toward your ear. “I’m not just unforgivably good at volleyball.”

You shoved his face away, swiping your palm across lips that were clearly aiming for yours. But he caught your wrist confidently, not letting you escape.

“You’ll let me, eventually. Just wait,” and there it was again—that smirk and gaze that made half the girls in school weak in the knees. You raised an eyebrow, holding your ground against Kuroo’s flirtation. “Tch.”

ㅤㅤ“Next time,” you leaned in deliberately slowly, making him drop his guard, “find a more effective approach.”

You pushed his face away again, this time with a victorious grin, feeling his feline gaze trail over your figure.

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Tsukishima doesn’t quite understand how it happened.

You just appeared in his life—as if that’s how it was always meant to be. Despite his fierce internal protests.

Though, what protests could there be, when you didn’t even give them a chance, silencing them instantly with your bright gaze.

Kei never really cared about much. Or so he used to think. He thought volleyball was just a pastime, Yamaguchi just a travel companion, and you—just a stranger at the bus stop.

Apparently, he needed to grow up a little to see the truth.

Now it’s become routine to walk into the gym like it’s his second home, your tiny hand tucked into his along the way. Yamaguchi would trail far behind at those times, giggling at his friend who blushed like a child whenever you kissed his cheek softly.

“You’ve got a tournament coming up, right?” you asked, lifting your gaze. A confirming hum followed. “Nervous?”

“I don’t really care,” Tsukishima replied, gently stroking the back of your hand with his thumb. You snorted with laughter. “What?”

“You’re funny, Tsukki,” you stopped, looking at the blond who was starting to blush again under your gaze. “If you’re not scared, then you’re definitely excited.”

He pouted and turned away, like you’d caught him stealing candy as a kid. You leaned into his chest, locking your hands behind his back. Kei froze for a moment, then wrapped his arms around you in return, quietly enjoying the scent of your hair.

“Let’s go, or we’ll be late,” came your soft “mm-hmm” as you pulled away and hurried ahead, glancing back at the volleyball player trailing behind, trying to hide his happy smile.