synopsis: the guy of your dreams finally asks you on a date. the problem? you've barely had your first kiss—and he looks like he definitely knows what he's doing. panicking, you ask the campus resident playboy, choi yeonjun, for lessons. strictly practical. no feelings. no strings. except yeonjun isn't as experienced as everyone thinks.
✧ pairing: playboy student!choi yeonjun x student!reader
✧ genre/warnings: explicit sexual content (smut with plot, 18+ mdni), rom-com, college au, sexual exploration, coming of age, fwb, teaching trope, sexual themes & sexting, clumsy intimacy, love triangle-ish, smoking, alcohol/party settings, in chapter warnings to apply
✧ total word count: est. 35k~
✧ status: completed
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epilogue
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; written with yandere in mind, female (y/n), ooc, mostly crack, talks of being desperate for pussy, modern au, they're being weird to a woman (you), don't take this seriously, not proofread.
♡ "not like other guys" kazuha. see, most men are brutish and obnoxiously loud, always blabbering on about their latest investment in a bitcoin that's sure to rise or how they've been going to the gym more often to buff up. either a finance bro or a gym rat or something in between, still horrendous options when dating women - emotionally unavailable, vain, narcissistic, etc. etc. but not kazuha, he's different, for your information. incredibly so.
whereas other men are always out in clubs or attending football games, kazuha prefers to stay in the comfort of his home and play with his guitar or write poetry. while other men are out getting their dick wrung out like some dishcloth and getting passed around in a circle, kazuha very much prefers to abstain in hopes of saving his first time for 'the one'. not giving it out to the first girl he sees!
his mentality of standing out and being unique compared to the general populace of men only strengthens when he develops feelings for you. his pick-me behavior is amplified. starts taking seats near you and lays out all his quirkily designed notebook covers while he's blasting music from his earphones. makes sure to dress up like those soft boy fits ethically sourced from pinterest, too, as he tries to look like he isn't glancing in your direction every two seconds.
ignore him and don't make conversation, please. unless you like getting stunlocked into what feels like an unskippable dialogue sequence in a video game. you could just say "hi." to him as a simple acknowledgment, but the next you know, he's yapping your ear off with how lowkey different he is.
"ermm i'm kind of a weird kid 🤓🤓🤓 not like the other guys in our classes, you know? i watch weird documentaries and childhood TV shows instead of cool stuff like NBA matches or action films >.< also i don't disrespect women, unlike" gestures to some guys behind him, "them."
the type to embarrass you in class by purposely making it known that he has a crush on you by leaving behind poems on your desk, and even has the audacity to act out the corny main character confrontation scenes from movies when he learns that some -129 IQ guy named maverick is also interested in you. like, relax.... you are not the main character in a coming-of-age movie; you are in college !!
but that's okay, because like he said, errmmmm he's kinda not like other guys, got that 🤓☝️? so please go ahead and start stripping off your panties the moment he shows you his lego collection :)
♡ "guy best friend" scaramouche. alternatively called, "i hate my best friend's boyfriend final boss" scaramouche. but then again, your past boyfriends never lasted long enough for him to be infamously known as that. the type of guy who quite literally plays the longest waiting game and plots for years because he was too much of a pussy to express romantic interest in you back when you first met him and now has to deal with the damned consequences.
he's always by your side, making it known to everyone that the two of you are, in fact, a package deal that should not be separated. even when you're on a supposed date with your current boyfriend, scaramouche will be found proudly third-wheeling as he lags behind a couple of steps. like.... why isn't he home yet? who exactly is the boyfriend here, uhmmm??
you never even question this freakish antic of his because he excuses it as, "looking out for you just in case he tries anything weird," and well, it works. since you view him as a brother figure, isn't that how brother figures usually act? all protective and stuff :000?
and because it gives him the pass to crash in on your dates, scaramouche has no choice but to suck it up and agree with a strained smile. right, right... guy best friend and brother figure.... definitely. yup! he knows his place in your life :) never mind the fact that he'll cry himself to sleep while 'i fell in love with my best friend' blasts on repeat, slowed and reverbed.
still, there's a reason why your boyfriends never last long, and this is because scaramouche acts like that one junji ito comic with how he's whispering in your ear saying, "you could do so much better than that useless guy" and "i'm just saying... if he was the one, you would've felt the spark by now. besides, are you really willing to babysit after a grown ass man like him?" and not to toot his own horn... but it works like a charm every time, heh. he's even there by your side after each argument with your boyfriend, listening intently and agreeing to every point you make against that douche (even if you're objectively in the wrong, because hey, brownie points) and repeatedly chanting 'break up with him' in his head.
he's doing everything but putting in the work to charm you, though. he's out here threatening your boyfriend behind closed doors and spreading malicious rumors about them online to 'protect you' but he can never open up etsy and order you a bouquet of flowers online before asking you out on a date. he just longingly stares at you 50 miles away in hopes that you'll get the signal and finally text him to eat out your pussy or something. :/
definitely tries out the corny move of goading you into having sex with him to "make sure you're prepared once you get laid by someone else!". you always snort and playfully push his head away every time, fully believing that he's just kidding. oh well... back to the waiting game, it is. one day.... >.< !! #1 waiter.
♡ "indie pop gatekeeper" flins. makes indie his entire personality, like oh, you discovered x and y artist through the trending sounds on teyvatok? psh, he's been a fan of theirs ever since they were playing their songs out on public streets. nice try, buster, but you're gonna have to try better than that to outclass an indie appreciater like him 🤓
it extends over to the games he plays. refuses the mainstream games created by billionaire companies because he refuses to support capitalism before turning around to drink sprite and use his samsung phone like, buddy... seethes when the indie games he plays get popular, though. ugh, it's just not the same compared to when only seven people across the globe knew about it!!!! even lives with that 'indie>>>' principle with how he only buys clothes through overpriced local businesses that probably have their items mass produced regardless. lowkey looks down on people who like popular media, subtly rolls his eyes, and huffs quietly. "how typical."
but quickly lowers his gatekeeper tendencies when around you because he absolutely refuses to fumble. quickly chases after you when the lecture ends, dressed in his local business-approved college fit, and asks you to check out this lowkey library that opened up near campus. he's the only student to discover it so far because the location is hidden in a secluded alleyway... so uhm, wanna go? :)
unfortunately, you're not immune to his alt rizz, so you bite. the biggest regret of your life, actually. the walk there is unbearable because the quiet guy who usually sits at the back suddenly transforms into a nonstop talking machine, blabbering about indie this and indie that and how he hatessss pop singers like yun jin from liyue. oh, but don't get him wrong, he supports women!
"only me and the three ants i found under a chocolate chip cookie listen to this band, but since you're kinda (read: incredibly) cute, i don't mind sharing them with you :)" pulls out his earbuds and gives you the other half so he can reenact the inazuman dramas that he secretly watches. "they're kinda indie, so i don't expect you to know them, haha... but i can show you more of their songs if you'd like ! >///<" no, thank you.
by the end of this archon forsaken hangout, you just want to go home and laugh about his loser ass with your roommate, but you're stopped by a hand on your shoulder before you could even bolt out of there.
so, huh.... this was a good hangout (read: date), right? can you, likeee.... type in your number now so you two can have e-sex on snezhcord once you go home? pretty please? ...with cherries on top?
♡ "nonchalant outcast" kinich. yare yare daze... college isn't big enough for a nonchalant cool guy like kinich 🥀🥀🥀 he's a distant cousin of flins with how ostracized they are from their peers, but kinich remains unbothered, something something too busy aura farming by the window seat. he's not bullied per se, he's just the one who detaches himself from the people in his class. some speculate that he acts like that because of a traumatic childhood or has something to do with how he was raised. the truth is far simpler...
he just really, really wants to bag the baddie (you) who sat in front of him during orientation two years ago and happened to overhear you gushing to your friend about "nonchalant men being the best!" and he literally switched up his entire personality since then. now he's in his third year and has shared more than 50% of his classes with you, and yet still no luck... you haven't looked at him twice. he'd approach you if he could, but ugh, first moves weren't in the nonchalant guy instruction manual.
archons above... please let this third year be the college year where he finally advances his romance novel-esque, slow burn trope that he has going on with you... please. like, look! he's too much of a loner to have other friends, isn't that what girls like nowadays? something something isolation and having no worries about him having girl friends so there's no chance of getting jealous? he's literally spiritually prostrating himself at your glorious feet !!!
expections never align with reality, however, because the one time you got paired up with him for a class, he was too busy keeping up the nonchalant guy act that he just came across as a total douchebag who had a tendency to reply with just one (1) word. despite everything... he still fumbled. baddie not acquired :(
♡ "white knight" childe. ladies !! calm down and stop throwing your bras and panties at him the moment he walks out, please !! >////< except the ladies in this case is singular and even then, the world will have to bend in on itself before you begin to contemplate the idea of throwing your underwear at him... sigh :(. oh, but don't get him wrong ! he's not a woman (read: you) defender and protector just to acquire some pussy (he definitely is) !! he's doing this all for the love of the game!
you could be the worst person ever, and white knight childe will still be on the frontlines defending your honor because he feels it in his bones that one of these days he'll finally be given a crumb of pussy 🥹🥹 acts so dramatic about it too, panting and wiping sweat off his forehead as if he just went through a grueling war and won by just a strand of hair when in reality he was just on his monitor all night alternating between jacking off to porn stars that look like you and camping under your instagram comments to drive off any suitors.... capital L Loser.
he camps like crazy, too. replies to guys with, "she doesn't want you bro lmao." "i know where you live." "i'll put you on life support" and he means it. can he stop scaring away your possible roster !!!!
still, this white knight has some uses. he'll unironically beat up some guy who offended you, maybe it's over something minor: a mean comment made in a whisper, an anonymous remark left under the college forum, a simple eyeroll, etc. regardless, that nameless nobody's still getting his shit rocked by childe behind a lecture building. probably records it with his phone propped up on the wall and sends it to you after all is said and done, the kaomojis he adds to his texts don't match the gruesome content, but... eh. who are you to stop him?
apart from physical altercation, he's surprisingly adept at attending to your every whim and need, obediently bowing down with a foxy grin on his face as he asks what you need. doing your essay, perhaps? or do you prefer him making the presentation slides for your ethics class? maybe both? just tell him, he's all yours now and forever :)
though, just so you know.... if you give him even just a blowjob, his work efficiency increases by 300% !! >///< it's not a lie, he swears! you can test it for yourself! sadly, you're too smart to be baited like that </3
♡ "total feminist" ifa. average daily routine of ifa's: wake up and remember how badly women have it, clench fist in anger, and sigh deeply. have breakfast and think about the patriarchy still standing and frown. go to work and mull over how unfair it is that women have to go through periods. post a caption story on teyvatgram about loving women during break and then go back to work. go home, eat dinner, and then lie in bed as he mourns the gender inequality of modern teyvat. repeat this the following day.
wears a "feminist" t-shirt beneath his work scrubs and was so close to getting a tattoo of it, that is, until he meets you and starts using his superficial feminism as a way to charm you. starts reposting hot takes of women which contain takes that are... not hot at all, not even near to boiling point, actually. amps up the instagram story posting agenda and even sneaks in home pictures as he whines about how he wishes he had a girlfriend right now because he would be such a good boyfriend 🥺🥺🥺 !! tries imitating the golden retriever energy that women love, but uhm, he makes it weird. fast.
whenever his good bro ororon visits his clinic, and you happen to be there, best believe that ifa is switching up and starts painting his friend out to be an absolute villain.
you could make a minor mistake, like accidentally going way past the allotted amount of medicine inserted in the syringe, and ororon would laugh at you in good nature. he'd nudge ifa then point at your fumble, and just as you're also about to laugh, ifa frowns and starts dishing out a lecture then and there.
"bro, not cool," he'd chide, shaking his head, "don't you know how much courage it takes to become a vet student and pursue this field, dude? not only is (y/n) trying her best at all times, but she also makes sure that all the saurians in the clinic are comfortable and happy in their own ways. are you even hearing yourself, bro? next time you make fun of her, think about-" yap yap yap.
😭😭😭 it is NOT that deep, ifa !! she's still not picking him, regardless :((( he's so locked into being perceived as the number one women supporter for plus points that he forgoes all common sense. oh well, he can stew in common sense once he's picked as the best man for your wedding with ororon 10 years later because you chose a man with a good sense of humor over the feminist king.
heh.... you know, nice guys finish last anyway. that's exactly why he brought over a tranquilizer gun! :)
♡ "ugly guy" xiao. nobody knows if he's serious or just outright ragebaiting when he starts acting edgy and spewing out things such as, "don't get close to me, i don't want to stain you with my sins" or "i'm too unsightly, it's best you keep your distance" like, uhm, okay.... he cannot be talking with those blessed looks lmfao. and the sin in question is probably gooning too much because what else could he be on about? unless he's talking about an underpaid service worker in yaedonalds, then :( regardless, they take his advice and steer clear from him, another distant cousin to kinich and flins with being a social recluse.
he's always uglyposting, both in conversation and online. casually just slips it in and continues the topic as if he didn't just drop that??? it's hard to discern if self-conscious or otherwise, too. so cryptic and for whatever reason :/ leaves you thinking about it hours after the conversation ended, because what does he mean by that... is he fishing for compliments or??? and you're essentially forced to ruminate on it further because his posts are the first things you see the moment you open social media. cowabummer.
the longer you know him, the less it bothers you. it goes from, "hey, do i need to get you a therapist? :)" to "what the hell, sure." whenever he starts acting up. works against him because you're now unfazed. "ugh. i'm so ugly, don't pick me >:( nobody would want a guy like me" wow, masterful work of reverse psychology, mister xiao! except, uhm... this tactic clearly isn't working on a baddie like you anymore :(
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tyunningism’s note: Hello moablr ! While on holiday I want to work on this ot5 series which I think will be loads of fun~ I’ve always been excited to write an isekai kind of fic so hopefully this multi part series is enjoyable for you guys too !!
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(a short context helper so you’re not confused by the story!!!)
p.s. please read the character stories in order !!
First chapter: unlocked !! Play now?
Taehyun’s your co-worker at GamexTogether, but all of a sudden there’s a…lovemeter to fill above your head?! The system has sent you a quick welcoming gift and a mission: sleep with Taehyun and get past the awkward stage !!!
Second chapter: unlocked !! Play now?
Beomgyu’s the best drummer at college, he’s always busy with constant tours and gigs around town and with all those piercings he’s for sure the epitome of a boy crush. Lucky you, the system gifted vip tickets for completing Taehyun’s quest, so run for barricade if you want the notorious backstage access !!!
Third chapter: locked !! Play later?
Rumour has it that there’s a new hire at the campus café you frequent, and even better- he’s always giving you drinks on the house! It’s nearly closing time when the system warns you to do your mission; get a chance to try the secret item- Kai’s sweet cream !!!
Fourth chapter: locked !! Play later?
Once you get to know more people names become easily forgotten, however the baseball captain’s just sticks in your head like gum! The system must enjoy pushing your buttons today if it wants you to take a risk entering the shower rooms for a taste of the nation’s treasure.
Fifth chapter: locked !! Play later?
Uh-oh! Bugs are still messing with the game’s system and you may be trapped here forever ! With the last love interest missing, the system offers an alternative route; your best friend Soobin’s terribly curious so why not pop his cherry for a reward !!!
Game status: incomplete
Ending: locked !!
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cw: ur childhood friends w/ kageyama, kageyama has a dirty dream, kageyama x reader, not proofread
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Friends since childhood, Kageyama always had this nagging feeling whenever he saw a glimpse of you or heard your name pop up. Something about you pulled at his heart strings.
Dense and focused on his volleyball career, he didn’t have time to figure out his true feelings for you. He always categorized you as his friend when he knew you were more to him than just a friend. That was until this one night that had him questioning his intentions with your friendship.
Deep asleep and tightly snug in his linen sheets, Kageyama’s tossing and turning around more than usual. He’s dreaming again. However it’s not just any ordinary dream, because you were in it.
He’s watching himself in his own perspective getting on top of you as your welcoming arms reach out for him. His brows are furrowed and tweaking despite being dead asleep. You’re both in bed as he’s planting his loving kisses on your moonlit face. Starting from your forehead, gently moving lower with each peck. Jaw, lips, neck, stopping at your collarbone while he’s gazing at your breathless reactions with his sharp and piercing eyes that stung with desire.
His face is burning a pink hue while the cold air brushes against the surface of his skin as he continues observing his dream. His large hands ran up your shirt and under your bra, pulling them up to expose your little rosy nubs for his viewing pleasure.
Leaning down towards your body, he’s stroking your nipples with a foreign sensation due to his warm tongue causing you to whimper in delight. The noises and sounds that escaped your mouth created an uncomfortable bulge to appear in his pajama pants under the thick sheets. He’s able to feel the hardness grow between his legs as if watching an erotic film starring you in it.
His other hand pressed down at your crotch, the heat simmering between you two while you’re rubbing your thighs together. Unlatching his tongue from your breast, he’s using both hands to slide down your pants. Revealing your lacy panties to him as he felt the blood in his veins rush to his face at your choice in clothing.
Once more, his digits felt you against the thin piece of fabric. Circling your clit slowly while watching you subtly squirm before pulling your panties down by the sides. Your bare cunt hissed feeling the cool air hit your body, back arching slightly off the mattress. His eyes fluttered with surprise seeing how wet you became with his touch.
He’s unable to make out the words that you mouthed at him, as if his dream was inaudible. But Kageyama’s body knew what you told him to do. And that was to insert his erection into your entrance that’s been laced with your glossy essence.
Taking out his bulge from his restraining pants, he’s stroking it a few times in between grunts and groans. Lining his tip against your warm extract before that one final push in. But right as he enters in about an inch, Kageyama arises from his deep sleep.
Kageyama’s dry eyes pried open from shock. He’s gasping out pants in a cold sweat, trying to understand what he just dreamt about. Me and my childhood friend? Why did I just have a dream like that… especially one as strange as this? His thoughts circulated through his currently groggy mind while sitting up in bed, the blanket half off to air out the heat that radiated off his toned body.
His legs shuffle in the sheets as he’s letting gravity pull him back down towards his fluffy pillow, sinking into the softness his head laid upon. However, feeling a bit of a cold moisture resting on his crotch. His beady half lidded eyes peer up from his pillow, pulling up his waistband with his fingers to see what it’s all about.
To his surprise, his tip produced precum that seeped out and onto him, creating a slightly wet spot on his briefs. He took one last sigh, knowing this interrupted his sleep schedule for practice the next day. Letting his heavy and drowsy eyelids take over, drifting back into sleep. Thinking that he wouldn’t really have to deal with this human bodily function. The dream didn’t come back even though he had a little hope that it would.
Little did Kageyama know, the dream was a reflection of his true feelings.
fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader
you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?
genre. love triangle
type. 18+ series
content. college au, fwb, explicit sexual content, slow burn
completed.
chapters.
oh cool — still winning — yours — not not serious — burn — best — kinda nice — sorry, my bad — fan favorite — rin — of course — an agreement — wreck his world —somebody's losing — need it — this is real — alone — all along — no idea — more than — bad — ily — real talk — get it now — you don't mean it — how much changed — knowing — maybe — fuck it — do what you do — right here
you tear your eyes away from the screen a few seconds after rintarou says it, too rapt by what's unfolding in the movie scene to look away too soon.
"what do you mean?" you ask, glancing over to the other end of the sofa where he's seated. he's slumped down in the corner of the sofa, nestled right into the valley between the cushions where he always sits—which has resulted in a permanent sort of vaguely rintarou-shaped indentation that you hide using throw pillows when company comes over.
he's watching you very intently from his side of the sofa, too intently almost. you'd thought you'd felt his eyes on you while you were watching the movie, but you aren't exactly sure how long he's been staring, and now it leaves you wondering what exactly he's up to.
rintarou nods towards the television on the other side of the room, you look back at the screen once more and see the male lead still at the centre of the scene. he'd just gotten into a fight—shirtless, glistening with perspiration, and a strangely erotic trickle of blood trailing down his philtrum. you swallow a little as you become engrossed in the movie again, forgetting momentarily that you were ever asked a question at all.
"so?"
your eyes snap back to rintarou—who's still focused only on you, but with a slightly more disapproving look this time.
"what?" you ask him, a bit huffily. you're still not even sure what he'd been asking you in the first place.
"you've been ogling that guy since he got the shit kicked out of him," rintarou says pointedly, lifting a hand and gesturing towards the television. "you into that or something?"
there's something kind of accusatory in his tone.
"wha—hu—no," you stumble over your words in your haste to defend yourself. "i've told you i'm not into hardcore stuff. and that would constitute like... doctorate level BDSM."
rintarou's lips purse slightly. "do you think that guy's hot?"
"i mean... yeah," you answer after contemplating it for a moment. "i didn't really think so before but he's kinda sexy in this scene."
"he just got the shit kicked out of him," the boy at the other end of the sofa responds flatly.
"so you've pointed out," you answer. you turn back to the screen, watching as the battered male lead winds a roll of bandages around his ribs, then drags his knuckles roughly across his lips to clear away some of the blood that clings to them. your tongue peeks out to moisten your own unconsciously. "don't you think there's something kind of hot about a guy with a bit of blood on him?"
"is this a trick question?"
you look back at rintarou again, and find him still fixated on you rather than the film. he's pouting a bit, and it kind of makes you want to laugh. instead, you push yourself up from your own little nest at the opposite end of the sofa, crawling down towards him.
"rintarou, are you jealous because i called the bloody guy sexy?" you ask him as you pause at his side, resting back on your haunches.
he nibbles on the inside of his cheek—a habit he's had as long as you've known him—and for the first time in possibly the entire 54 minutes this movie has been playing, he averts his eyes from you.
"...no."
you do laugh then, swinging one leg over his lap to perch yourself atop him.
"you're being silly," you say to him as you balance yourself with your hands on his shoulders. his own come slithering up to settle at your waist, and his grip is a little tighter than you expect. he's still sulking though, refusing to look at you.
there's a loud crash in the film playing on the screen behind you, but you don't turn to look at it—you doubt that would help the situation at hand very much.
"rin," you coax him, making your voice as sweet as possible.
he doesn't look at you, but he does seem to bite the inside of his cheek a little harder now.
you dip down close to him, your mouth hovering over his and your eyes level. "rin-ta-rou."
he finally looks at you, his lips parting in surprise at your sudden nearness. you're so close that your mouths brush slightly thanks to that subtle movement, and he leans into the warmth of your lips to kiss you properly after getting such a small taste of it.
rintarou pulls away after one long, deep kiss, slouching back into the sofa again—but this time pulling you down with him into his little him-shaped indentation—holding you tightly to his chest as he gets you both comfortable. you let him maneuver you however he wants to, placating him with your docility to make him feel better, and keeping any comment about his jealousy to yourself—at least for now.
the two of you eventually find a comfortable way to rest, entwined together on his end of the sofa but both with a clear view to the screen to resume your spectating of the movie.
"what's so hot about a guy with a nosebleed anyway? i used to get them all the time when i was a kid," rintarou mumbles bitterly after a few moments, and you feel the words reverberate through his chest as you rest with your head upon it.
you laugh lightly, and your boyfriend's arms tighten around your waist.
he pipes up again after a few moments more pass in the film.
"you don't want me to start fighting or anything, do you?" he asks you skeptically.
you've effectively lost track of the movie's plot now, but you don't really care that much.
"no, rintarou, i don't want you to start fighting," you reply, patting his chest reassuringly. "you'd get your ass kicked anyway."
"well, apparently you're into that," he mutters.
"will you be quiet and just watch the movie, nosebleed boy?"
(a week later, rintarou sends you a photo from practice—having gracefully taken one of motoya's receives to the face—with an angry red welt on his cheek, blood dripping from his nose, and an obnoxious smirk on his lips. unfortunately, you are kinda into that.)
yeonjun will cockwarm you any chance he gets but his favorite thing is to sit you in his lap right after work, listen to you whine and cry in his arms that you need him. of course he could give you what you want... maybe after a few more pleads from your lips.
soobin who buys you a butt plug— it embarrasses you at first when he explains it to you. you thought “could that really even feel good?“ eventually, soobin convinces you to try it. he wants to train you to take his dick, to be his little anal princess. and it honestly works because after a few weeks he finally fits himself in your rim and it drives him crazy. your loud whines and snug hole make him practically rabid.
beomgyu has an entire album in his camera roll of you— what he classifies as the prettiest pictures. you betweem his legs with his cum across your face, the face you made when he finally pushed himself into you, your ass and arch as he grabs you hair in a fist from behind. and he treasures all of these... he might even send them to you once in a while to tease you.
taehyun who uses your thighs as punishment when you don’t listen to him. slapping them, biting them harshly, but most importantly fucking them just out of reach of your pussy. sure, he could easily slip inside but he won’t because you don’t deserve it. they feel so plush and nice, he has to mock your stupid little cries to just “put the tip in.“
huening kai who lets you absolutely devour his neck; covering them in hickies and lipgloss because he adores how they look afterward. is he gonna get teased by the other members for it? yeah, but he doesn’t mind as long as he can show it off. bonus points him he’s balls deep inside of you while you mark up his neck so he can bounce you down on his cock all at once
'Current Concern: Whenever he thinks a cute girl has come over to talk to him, all they want to talk about is Tsukishima.'
Yamaguchi Tadashi
You stood up from your desk as the school bell reverberated within your ears. Packing your books and your pen case, you flatten your crinkled shirt with your hand and zip up your bag.
Glancing forward, you catch a glimpse of your various classmates chatting to each other, laughing, joking around and tidying up their desks before leaving the classroom for clubs, get-togethers or to head home.
As you were about to leave, you caught notice of a loose notebook laying closed on the table in front of you.
‘Yamaguchi Tadashi’, it had written on the front. You recognised the name as a member of the boys’ volleyball team which had been gaining a lot of traction lately, given their progress in recent tournaments.
You didn’t know much about him other than the fact that he was on the team, and that he sat in front of you. You never took much notice of him given his quiet demeanour, but you always took note of his concentration during class and his high test scores during exam season. Holding the book in your hands, you flicked through it as you walked outside the classroom. It seemed to be his Japanese language notebook. His notes were organised, and his writing was detailed. The strokes of his letters were sharp, and everything was sectioned with lesson notes and personal understandings. You figured you would return it to him and guessed that he would probably be in practice right now.
Anxiety crept up on you as you realised you’d need to actually go to the volleyball gym to return the book to him. You could put the book in his bag which was probably inside the club room but imagine if someone walked in on you opening a boy’s bag..?
‘Absolutely not.’ you thought, shaking the idea out of your head. You took your time making your way to the gym given you’ve never actually been there before. After a few wrong turns here and there, the sounds of squeaking shoes accompanied by yelps, and balls slamming onto the hardwood floor inched closer and closer, until you found yourself in-front of the large metal doors.
Bracing yourself, you took a sharp, deep breath, and opened the door. With the opening screech of the door, the surrounding sound of chatter and bounces decreased as some of the players turned their heads in confusion, facing you.
“Hello..” You said accompanied by an awkward wave “Um.. is ‘Yamaguchi Tadashi’ in here?”.
Suddenly, you saw a green-haired boy’s head perk up as he walked towards you with a bashful expression.
“Do you need something from me?” He asked with a slight sigh, as though expecting something disappointing.
You’ve never really interacted with him other than picking up and returning a rubber he’s dropped behind him, or asking to use a lead refill when your pacer ran out once. So, him towering in front of you gave you the first proper glimpse you’ve had of his face. His hair fell down to his ears, dipping in-between his eyes, and it seemed to have fuzzed up during practice. Small beads of sweat dripped down his forehead, falling onto his freshly flushed cheeks where freckles were scattered, and he spoke with a soft tone.
Your thoughts scattered for a second as you caught yourself staring.
“O-oh it’s just..” With a reach into your bag, you pull out a notebook and hold it in front of you.
“I found this on your desk” Your eyes dart from the notebook, back to him as you feel warmth creep up your cheeks.
His expression wavers, with surprise adorning his face. “Wow, thank you..” He takes the notebook from your hands as his voice trails off. “Is that all?” He asks with anticipation glossing his tone.
“Well, yeah. What else would there be?” You chuckled, and you received a smile in response.
“Thank you.. again” He added, his voice shaky and lacking confidence, his eyes meeting yours once more.
If you stayed there a minute longer, you feared he might hear your heart practically beating out of your chest.
“It’s nothing, really!” With another wave and a soft smile, you walked out of the door, closing it shut behind you.
Standing outside for a minute to regain your composure, you heard laughter and chatter surrounding Yamaguchi, as though they were teasing him.
You had never really taken notice of him until today, but you made it a mental note to greet him in the morning tomorrow.
Maybe you’ll ask him to help you organise your notes..
No way. Just the mental image of him turning his chair around to face you, using his pen to write on your book with that neat writing of his..
Resume: Kita is desperate for a new manager, he would do anything to find one fem!Reader x Shinsuke Kita
Warnings: oral, blow job, cum on face (? And I think that's all
Note: all char are above +18
Alt note: english is not my first language sorry if there's any mistake
The time passed away, the competition was almost right on the corner and the desperation in Kita grow more every time seeing that no one wanted to become manager of inarizaki
It was almost time to go home and Kita didn't have any success, he was starting to feel a little depressed, how are he suppose to shows at his team and say that he didn't found a manager? the feeling inside his body was tormenting him, the time is out and after seeing everyone getting out of their class he laid his eyes on a girl who approached at him with a curious face
"Are you interested in joining the volleyball team? We're looking for a new manager" He tried to speak as animated as possible, he was really very desperate
"Im sorry.. I-" she spoke quickly and little bit sad but she couldn't finish her full sentence when Kita interrupted her
"Wait! We really need a manager.. Please?" He looked in her eyes deeply trying to convince her.. Maybe his words won't show how he was that desperate but he was in his limit, all he wanted was a manager that's all
"I'm sorry but I don't know anything about volleyball" she was feeling sorry about the boy, he really looked like he was trying his best
"That doesn't matter, you can join anyway" Kita gets more closer to her and took his hands "please.. I'll do anything if you join"
Those words hit her like a bucket full of cold water, a strange feeling ran through her entire body
"Anything?" She wanted to prove the truth in his words, you can't just promise that out of nowhere right?
"Yes, anything" He looked very serious and determined, it was now or never
she thought for a few seconds "What do I want?" She asked herself
As far as Kita is concerned, in any other situation he would have refused such a request... but right now? He had no choice, it's not that he wouldn't find the girl attractive but he wouldn't even have that thought in his head
but now he doesn't even have the ability to think about that moment... Just her on her knees while she sucks Kita dick like if it was the most sweet candy in the world while he tried to be as quiet as possible, letting out little sighs and complaints
She looked up to see the beautiful sight of Kita with his eyes closed and his face completely blushing that contrasted his face perfectly, he looked so pretty holding on as long as he could to not cum so quickly
She masturbated him while giving his tip witty licks
"Ah.. I'm gonna-" a moan interrupted his sentence
"What? What's wrong Kita?" She asked in a teasing tone, she was more than satisfied with this scene
"Cum.. " He could barely form words which made the girl more excited
"Cum on my face Kita" She put Kita's cock in her mouth again while slapping it on her tongue
Kita let out a moan worthy of a slut and came on the girl's face jets of semen shot towards the girl's face, falling from her mouth to her chin and some drops falling down her chest
She stood up satisfied with the work she had done, she looked at Kita with a smile as she saw how he could barely catch his breath
"So... You're gonna.. join the volleyball Club no?" He was still elated and could barely speak
She smiled again "see you there I guess" She came out looking like a winner, leaving Kita behind in that lonely janitor's closet
Kita sighed in defeat, he will definitely never talk about this again.
a/n this is something i wrote and edited today in a single run >.< I wanted to release a haikyuu fluff fic for my tumblr debut but i was just possessed by something this morning and rolled outta bed and just typed this up hehe.. reblogs and comments appreciated!! i have like 12 unfinished works rn and i am busting my ass off to get those finished and published! please be on the lookout for more from me!
summary:: wakatoshi has a bad habit-- his morning routine revolves around you. more specifically, cumming to the sounds of you.
warnings:: wakatoshi is highkey a creep/stalker but this fic is fluffy i promise
music rec!:: 2fast by superm <AKA the song i listened to when writing>
word count:: 1.9k
6:33 AM, the blinking clock reads.
He doesn’t even need an alarm now.
Silently, Wakatoshi rolls over, reaches over to his nightstand and grasps the two items he needs most– lube and toilet paper.
Sighing, he sits himself up, leaning against the headboard of the bed, and, as if awaiting instructions, goes very, very still.
In a way, he is waiting for orders. You just aren’t aware that you’re the one giving them.
6:34 AM. A mere minute before you’re up and he can get started with his day. It doesn’t feel right, yet he can’t stop. Shaking his head, Wakatoshi shifts his weight around, impatient.
I should stop.
There it is. That nagging voice of reason that scolds him every morning. But really, at this point, he can’t function normally without you.
There’s a certain amount of stress that comes with carrying the title of ace. All the papers praising his skills, cheering fangirls, and words of encouragement from coach only added to the ever growing expectations that people had for him.
Luckily, when he was a senior in high school, Wakatoshi had discovered what best alleviates this pressure– not meditation, not Tendo’s comics, but sexual relief.
Every morning, a quick handjob does the job, gets him into prime condition. He even checked with his primary doctor to ensure it’s safe and healthy to release everyday– “you’ll be fine, Wakatoshi, as long as you don’t consume too much porn,” the old man had advised kindly.
He took the doctor’s words to heart– since he had discovered this method of relief, Wakatoshi had never viewed porn. Some of his teammates laughed at him when they found out he almost religiously avoids it, but he doesn’t want to contaminate his brain with potentially intrusive or disturbing visions. His imagination has always been enough, after all.
Until he met you.
In a way, you’re both a blessing and a curse– probably the latter, he admits to himself. Because since he’d met you months ago, the only thing that’s been able to get him up is you.
He’s never slept so well, his skin has never looked so clear, and, most importantly, his condition on court has never been better. He’s considered the possibility of you being a goddess, or possibly his guardian angel and can only rule those out with the fact that you, like him, masturbate.
More accurately, masturbate. Every. Single. Morning.
Then he hears it. The first soft moan. Wakatoshi glances at the time– 6:37 AM. You’re getting a slightly late start today.
No matter. He lifts his hips, gently rolls down his gray sweats to his lower thigh. He’s already hard. He doesn’t even have to touch himself now to get excited. Your quiet voice and the thoughts of you are enough.
Poor you. You’re unaware that despite residing in a luxurious, single-person room reserved for school athletes, the walls are criminally thin.
Wakatoshi pops open the lid of the lube, squirting a glob into his warm hand. He throws aside the bottle, barely registering as it bounces off the bed, only intent on listening into the sounds of you and your body.
When he first grasps his cock, he has to hold back a groan. Despite it being an everyday routine, he still feels the same surge of pleasure as when he first started this nasty habit months ago.
You're breathing slightly more heavily now, and he hears the sounds of your fingers inserting and exiting your body at a familiar pace. He follows along, carefully stroking up and down.
He wonders where you’ve learned this from, because you always go at the perfect pace. Somedays, you go slower, teasing yourself, pausing just before you orgasm, but it’s always.
It’s always exactly what he needs.
God. He knows this is wrong, even as he pumps faster with his left hand to keep up with your quick fingers. It feels so good.
Next door, you’re beginning to let out soft cries.
He presses his thumb against the tip, holding back a moan of his own as he envisions you jerking him off.
He’s seen your hand before– extra soft from being in gloves for multiple hours daily as a fencer.
Thinking about your sport has him thinking about his, and now he’s back to thinking about how wrong this is. But he can’t help it, he’s already tried to give it up once– yielding horrible results.
The day he held back and skipped a morning fap session with you was also the hardest day of his life. He had found himself unable to focus in lecture, especially grumpy towards Tendo’s typically bearable antics, and worst of all, all his hits were off.
“Your schedule must be off,” his captain had said, casually tossing a ball high into the air.
“Bad sleep? Rough morning?”
Wakatoshi had blinked at him wordlessly, wondering how the tall setter had guessed accurately.
“It’s fine,” the third-year had reassured him, “just get back on track tomorrow.”
With that, Wakatoshi had found himself ‘back on track,’ masturbating with– no, to you– every morning.
You’re moaning out loud now, almost whimpering. His cock pulses in his hands, veins bulging, growing hotter and heavy. Fuck, he just wants to see you right now. Your cute face, your sexy neck, gorgeous arms...
He can almost see it now– your smooth thighs shaking and twisting as your small hands would grasp your pillow. He’d make you feel so good, he just knows it. He’d lean against you, kiss your neck and ear before whispering how good you are, how you’re making him cum, how much he loves you!
You’d cum, and he wouldn’t stop. He’d want to see your eyes roll back over and over again, and he’d memorize every inch of your face.
Wakatoshi holds back another groan. His fisted hand feels so good against his cock, especially as it imagines it’s your tight pussy.
Contrary to what Tendo believes (the only one to know about this bad habit) it wasn’t just your soft moans and quiet gasps that had him clenching his sheets as he lifted his hips.
He had long fallen for you, since you had first locked eyes with him in the long hallway.
There was something about you. The way you always smile up at him gently– not in the way that other girls smile at him, as if they want something (usually his number)– but a genuine smile, eyes crinkling slightly.
This unexpected attraction was only exacerbated when you sat next to him at the first-years’ dinner party. You smelled so fucking good and listened to his words with actual interest, asking him about his family and laughing at his lame jokes.
Unfortunately, he was also scared.
He had heard about the countless rejections you’d dished out since the first day of university.
Despite his perceived sexual ignorance, Wakatoshi knew everything there was to know– he was popular, too, in his own right. Tall and lean, there were girls throwing themselves on him left and right.
But he only wanted you.
Today, he must be extra stressed (especially with that upcoming psychology exam that he hasn’t studied for yet) because he’s so, so close, yet can’t seem to finish.
Fine then.
He leans over, grabs his cell phone. He only does this in emergency cases, which occurs about once or twice a month.
Swiping up, he’s greeted by his photo gallery, opened the night prior for this cause.
In his locked gallery awaits dozens of photos of you.
Obviously none were taken by him!
Wakatoshi’s a creep, but one with manners and boundaries.
This gallery is cluttered with headshots of you from the school’s official website, silly photos of you that were sent into the college athlete’s group chat, and his favorite– photos of you from your close friend who sells them to him at fair prices, starting at $10 minimum.
None are suggestive. But they still rile him up, maybe because the only connection he has with you is through your early morning activities.
Wakatoshi desperately taps on the newest picture he bought for $40, quadruple the usual price– he can hear your breath hitching, and he knows you’re almost done.
He wants to finish with you so bad.
He was going to save this picture for next week, when he knows you’ll be gone for the fencing nationals and he’ll have to cum without you for an entire miserable, dreadful, god-forsaken week–
but he doesn’t care now. Nothing matters.
It’s a glorious photo– when he heard your friend had it, he had grabbed her by the shoulders and demanded a price.
You. On the beach. Under an umbrella. Lying on a purple towel.
He had paid an extra ten dollars for the motion picture– so he could watch you go from ass up onto your back, breasts jiggling and cheeky smirk in full action.
That’s enough.
He holds his fist tight–one more pump and he’s finished, but he wants to make sure you’re cumming first– and he hears it– to his relief, you’re moaning and whispering– “‘m cumming!”
Yeah, he’s cumming too. His hips lift again, and he drags his closed fist downwards against his wet cock. His vision blurs.
“Fuck!”
He can’t help it, today’s orgasm is especially strong, taking control of his full body. He’s shaking, mind barely in control as he continues to slowly pump to ride out the whole orgasm. After all, that’s what you’d do, right? You’d keep riding him, even as he finished and begged you to stop.
Thank God we came together.
Sometimes, you bait him. More often than he likes, you switch it up, holding yourself back and not allowing yourself to cum before masturbating all over again for an even more powerful orgasm. Those days suck– when he’s already softening, cum all over his large hands, and you’re still going.
He hears your bed squeak, and he sighs– as soon as it starts, it’s already over.
6:45 AM, his phone reads. Wakatoshi tosses it aside.
Thankfully, he had pulled his phone away in time, avoiding tainting the device with his release. A few times a month, he gets careless and cums onto an open picture of you, causing him to have to run through his shower extra fast so he can leave time to wipe down the device.
Rolling off the bed, he heads towards the shower leisurely. It’s also become a part of his routine to time his shower. It makes him feel even more intimately connected to you.
Wakatoshi’s grateful you take long showers– you’ve never taken less than 24 minutes to shower, typically, they last about 34 minutes on average. That gives him the time to jump out first and wait to exit his room at the same time you depart from yours.
Under the heat of warm water, he’s usually consumed with thoughts of you, impossible thoughts, like maybe you know.
The wall between you and him is equally thin, and your hearing may be as equally good as his…
Maybe you know, and you like masturbating with him.
And then, just as a precaution, he douses himself with cold water at the end of his shower, and those thoughts dissipate with the steam escaping towards the vent.
Like everyday, Wakatoshi laces his shoes, sprays on his favorite cologne (that your friend claims you like) and inhales, bracing himself to see you.
As he hears your feet shuffle, he pushes his door open first, stepping out into the warm hallway.
“Good morning, Wakatoshi!” You greet, eyes brightening. He nods, gulping. That’s an acceptable form of greeting, right?
As the two of you walk towards the elevator in silence, Wakatoshi can’t help but hope that this morning routine won’t be coming to a stop anytime soon.
a/n and that's a wrap :,) i really hope you liked and sorry the ending is highkey shit LOL as i kept editing i kept adding and removing more and more and honestly that's kind of my biggest weakness:: i'm never satisfied with my work and i'm scared ppl won't like it ... but i'm trying to overcome that!
atsumu was the worst boyfriend, he barely had any time for you and you felt neglected for that. or well, that was until you met his twin and you realized you definitely got the wrong twin.
★ genre: smut | content: infidelity, timeskip!osamu, mirror sex (just at the end), vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration, praise.
★ author’s note: i don’t even feel like osamu would be the type to steal his brother’s girl, but i’m a writer so i’ll write whatever the hell i want.
Atsumu wasn’t the best boyfriend you could’ve ask for. Ever since he started his career as a professional volleyball player, he had been neglecting the relationship you two had. He never had time to go on dates, he never really showed that he cared about you, and he would’ve forgotten your birthday if it wasn’t because Osamu mentioned getting you a cake.
He always wanted to fight about everything, and if you ever mentioned that he never had time for you, he would blow up saying that you didn’t support him on his career.
You would’ve felt lonely, but Osamu was there.
And he never failed to give you the attention Atsumu didn’t gave you.
Your hand gripped his hair as he sucked your clit, he was on his knees in front of you, your legs resting on his shoulders. Your legs wanted to close from the sensation, but he kept them open with his hands on your thighs, making sure you wouldn’t resist his skilled tongue.
“Feels good, right?” he said, raising his head to look up at you, you nodded as his fingers taunted your entrance “Since when does my brother doesn’t make ya feel like this?” he said as he slid one finger inside of you.
You mumbled something that he couldn’t quite hear as a whimper escaped your lips, feeling weak as he added another finger.
“What?” he smirked, slightly his head tilting, pleased by your reaction.
“J-just like that…” you moaned, biting your lip.
His fingers curled and they started pumping inside of you. His other hand kept your legs open as he leaned down to suck your clit. His tongue licked your dripping cunt as his fingers kept their rhythm inside of you.
It wasn’t the first time he did it, and certainly not the last one; but he always managed to get your legs weak, and he always bragged about how he had you cumming in minutes.
He was right.
“Fuck. ‘samu, I’m right there.” you moaned, panting.
“Yeah? Cum for me, sweetheart.” he said, rubbing your clit with his thumb as he kept his eyes on you.
You kept your eyes closed as a whimper escaped your throat, the overwhelming sensation formed a knot on your stomach as you reached your climax.
A cried escaped your lips as you came all over his fingers, opening your eyes to see a cocky smile on his lips.
“There ya go, good girl.” he said, pulling his fingers out, licking them clean before he got up.
“I don’t understand why ‘tsumu doesn’t pay attention to ya, if ya look the prettiest cryin’ like this.” he said, wiping away the tears that formed on the corner of your eyes.
“He loves volleyball more than me.” a broken chuckle escaped your lips.
Osamu scoffed as he grabbed your hips, rearranging you in bed “I wouldn’t treat ya like that, y’know? My first option would always be ya.”
He took off his belt and then his pants, the pre-cum stain was very visible, just as his throbbing cock. He took off his boxers and started stroking his cock a few times before putting on a condom.
“I’d give ya the whole world.” he said, slapping your pussy with his cock, a smile formed on his lips as he grabbed your chin, making direct eye contact with you “Ya look gorgeous like this.”
Before your brain even processed his words, his cock was already going inside of you, a small groan escaping his lips. He leaned down and captured your lips in a sweet kiss as he started thrusting inside of you.
You couldn’t be more grateful with Atsumu for leading you to his brother.
Osamu was sweet, and you still remembered the first time you two fucked after you complained with tears in your eyes how Atsumu was an idiot to you. That night he made you cum more times than Atsumu ever did.
“How could he not want ya when— mgh.” Osamu’s breath was short and rapid as he felt your walls squeezing him “When yer this good.”
He continued thrusting inside of you, wrapping his arms around your back to hold you close, planting kisses on your jaw, murmuring praises to your ear that you couldn’t quite hear because of how lost you were in the sensation.
Osamu made you feel wanted —in a way. He pushed inside of you as if you were everything, he had passion in his eyes and his way of doing things was so different from Atsumu.
He wasn’t only fucking you, he was there them you needed him the most, he defended you when Atsumu didn’t, and he was more present than the blonde ever was. You felt guilty, you didn’t want to make the twins get into a fight, but did Atsumu even cared about you? Would he care if you broke up with him and then started dating his twin? It would probably just hurt his ego.
“I wish ya could see yer face right now.” he said, thrusting even faster inside of you, but never missing the spot where you needed him the most “So damn pretty takin’ my cock.”
You raised your head to look at him, your pretty eyes looking back at him so sweetly, drunk on his cock.
“Wait…” he took a deep breath “Ya can.”
In a swift movement he moved you so you’d be facing the wall mirror, he started thrusting inside of you from behind once again as he leaned on your back, gently grabbing your chin.
“Look at ya.” a smile appeared on his lips as he kept moaning, making sure your eyes were on your reflection on the mirror the whole time “Fuck, yer so pretty, ‘m gonna cum.”
He moved his hand to your throat, leaning down to kiss the back of your neck. Your mouth hang open as his other hand wrapped around your hips to reach for your clit, rubbing it as he fasted his movements.
“Cum with me, alright, sweetheart?” he gulped, you nodded frenetically as you felt your orgasm building.
You came on his cock letting out a loud groan, his eyes shut down as he came too, his head falling on your shoulder as he panted.
He leaved soft kisses on your neck as he mumbled stuff that wasn’t for your ears.
He pulled out and took off the condom, gulping as he grabbed your chin “Open.”
You obeyed, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue, he pushed all the cum down the condom squeezing it with his fingers, depositing all his cum in your tongue.
“Come on, swallow it, gorgeous.” he smiled and brushed some hair off your face as you swallowed his seed “Good girl.”
He leaned down and kissed your forehead as he caressed your cheek with his thumb.
