"what's wrong baby?" Suna coos, eyes glinting with mischief. "thought you wanted to do my eyeliner"
"mhm, hold- hold still," you pant as he shifts his hips, cock burying deeper inside you. he's tilting his head back and you're chasing him, gasping at the increased friction as his cock drags across your walls. with one hand slipping up your shirt, he uses the other to rub quick circles on your clit, grinning as the bottle of eyeliner falls- your hands scrambling to find purchase on his shoulders.
"wait, rin wait just-", the rest of your words are lost in a moan as he lazily thrusts up, leaning forward to bite your lower lip.
" i think it's time i mess up your eyeliner, pretty baby."
୨୧ ꒰ 002. warnings ꒱ smut (mdni), no pronouns used but fem!anatomy, fwb relationships, unprotected sex, creampie, jealousy, praise, pet names, mutual pining, virginity loss (sugawara's part), fingering, oral (f!receiving), teasing, overstim (m! and f!receiving), grinding
fwb!sakusa who's always so stoic and quiet, especially when out in large groups. all night his msby teammates had been teasing the two of you—drunk off the victory of their previous game, they'd been relentless in their guffawing yelling and persistence. bokuto and atsumu were the worst, swinging arms around you, pulling you into tight embraces that sakusa had to pretend didn't affect him. their drunken shouting of, "when will you two finally get together?!" and, "you guys just need to release all that sexual tension!" finally caused sakusa to snap, and you both said simultaneously, "we're just friends!" which only caused sakusa's annoyance to further flare. why were you so certain about that statement? did you really only see him as a friend?
his worries were laid to rest later that night when he finally got you alone in the bathroom. it was nice, characterized by the nice restaurant, but what was even nicer was how sakusa's long, thick, slightly calloused fingers were crooking inside you, curling to perfectly nudge and massage your sweet spot. "we're just friends, huh?" he'd murmur in your ear, voice a bit lower than usual as his fingers push past your walls, stretching you out in preparation for his thick cock. "we're not just friends and you know it," he nearly seethes, jealousy radiating from him. sakusa would make sure you knew you weren't 'just friends' by the way he makes you cream and gush on his fingers, murmuring low, sweet nothings in your ear as he brings you to peak after peak from his pretty hands alone.
fwb!atsumu who always likes to pretend that you don't affect him as much as you do. he'd always be so joking and playful, shoving off random comments and agreeing when you insisted that you're 'just friends'. however, that nagging feeling inside of him would continue to tug at his heart, causing him to let out a sheepish laugh as he scratched the back of his neck, slightly embarrassed by his own feelings. but, later that night, when he has you in his bed, atsumu would be unable to resist his deep, loving feelings for you.
letting his vulnerability show, atsumu would carefully push into you, reveling in the sweet gasps and moans of his name you would give him. he'd press his body against yours, carefully, gently, allowing you to feel the full, comforting weight of his body covering yours. his breathy pants would fan across your face as he'd fuck into you so lovingly, so affectionately, it would steal the air from his lungs every time. and atsumu would nearly lose all composure when he felt your warm walls wrapped so snug around his fat cock, sucking him in, your whimpered gasps brushed against his ear. soft grunts would spill past his plush lips, swollen from your kisses, sweetly moaning your name as he'd roll his hips, pressing his cock even deeper inside you. "I'm yours, 'm all yours—always have been," he'd confess between breathless kisses, squeezing his eyes shut as he'd pour all of his unspoken feelings into every touch, every caress, and every kiss.
fwb!sugawara who never really felt the need to push his feelings away. he'd always been too sweet for that, and being his best friend, you were the first to know about his deep, neverending love for those he cared about. he wouldn't know how to handle being simply friends with benefits, freely expressing his emotions, always selflessly giving you all his love. "why should I hide what I feel?" he'd asked you one afternoon, the day that started it all. it was a day where a small fall had ended up with you on top of him, your lips just barely brushing in an accidental kiss. everything between you both would be so normal, so comforting and soothing, like you were meant to be. it was a line he'd like to repeat to you often, and when you gave your virginities to each other, it was the one thing he'd kept repeating.
soft, fumbling hands would roam your body, breathless laughter breaking through the tinge of nerves that would surface. sugawara's face would be so pink, but a simple coaxing of your hand running through his pale hair, brushing back any stray pieces, would have his attention back on you. "it's okay, we're okay," you would murmur with a soft smile, your palm cupping his cheek, basking in the sweet love that radiated from your best friend. "can I please touch you?" he'd ask, voice soft, his body covering yours in the sweetest embrace. all you'd need to give him is a soft affirmation, assuring him that it was okay and you wanted this, and sugawara would gently begin to make love to you. his inexperienced hands would trace your body, drinking in your every reaction as he'd push into you for the first time, blushing when you'd call his name in pleasure. and he would give you all of his love, burying his flushed, slightly sweaty face, into the crook of your neck, nearly overwhelmed by the intense pleasure and love he felt for you.
fwb!asahi who would be too shy to reveal his feelings to you, and would instead take what he could get. the first time it happened, it wasn't something either of you meant to happen, but when it did, neither of you could stop. it was almost like stress-relieve, except the stress was the mutual pining you were both feeling. instead of confessing to each other, it would result in messy makeout sessions, with your fingers carded through his long hair, messily pulled out of his signature updo from your rushed touches.
"you okay?" he'd ask, voice slightly shaky from arousal and nervousness. despite how often you'd found yourselves in this situation, seeing you above him like this, bare and moaning his name, asahi swore he'd never get used to it. in reality, asahi got turned on by hearing you plead for him, his cock aching and throbbing when you asked for him to touch you. when you granted his request, asahi would dip his head down, breathing in your heady smell, easily getting drunk off the way you'd taste. he'd eat you out like a man in love—but don't tell you that—his lips practically making out with your cunt, tongue digging into your walls, collecting your sweet slick and moaning at the taste of you. he'd encourage you to thread your fingers through his messy hair, moaning when you'd slightly tug on it, as he'd bury his face deep between your thighs, suckling on your clit until you'd cry out for him. and he'd hope that his feelings would become buried to, but with the way you'd moan his name, he already knew he was a goner.
fwb!kageyama would be rushed and hurried, a frantic swirling of emotions that neither of you has the energy to confront. kageyama is a force of nature, and everyone, including yourself, knows this. being his best friend would consist of comforting and soothing him when he'd be too self-conscious or afraid to go to anyone else, wrapping him up in your loving arms, whispering soothing words to him. on days where he'd feel especially confused, this kind of comforting would turn into more, his head dipping down to kiss you tentatively, curiously, testing out the waters. he would wait to see how his heart reacted, blushing a bit when it started to race as you kissed him back.
of course, you would both end up tangled in each other's arms, breathlessly whimpering and panting into the other's mouths as kageyama fucked you passionately. his thrusts would be so deep, and you swore you could nearly feel him in your stomach with how he rolled his hips so powerfully. he would groan and curse lowly against your neck, leaning down to wrap his lips around your taut nipples, his grip rough on your hips to help pull you down on his aching cock. it would be fast and passionate, full of mumbled words of praise, messy kisses, and heady pants and moans. kageyama wouldn't stop until you'd both finished multiple times, until his cock was red and his tip was spent from leaking so much of his cum inside you. he wouldn't stop until he filled you up with his cum, pushing it so deep inside you until he was happy with the results—meaning, dribbles of his thick, creamy cum spilling out of your tight heat. but, then, the sight would immediately make him hard again, and kageyama would insist on pushing it back inside you.
fwb!oikawa who would be extremely confident and cocky with his feelings for you. your friendship would be one full of teasing smirks and boisterous laughter, but the one time you'd be able to shut oikawa up was when you were on top of him, moaning his name so sweetly, so teasingly, grinding on his hard bulge that was straining through his grey sweatpants. it was the one time you were able to turn your best friend into a blushy, stumbling mess, his hands fumbling at your hips, broken moans whispered against your lips, jutting his hips forward with every drag of your clothed cunt against his throbbing cock.
"y-you always feel so good," he'd confess between breathy moans, a low groan spilling past your lips as you rolled your hips. despite how much pleasure you'd take from unraveling the great oikawa, you were in no better state. your panties would be soaked as you teased him, your hand tugging through his now-messy hair, moaning his name against his mouth. the sound would cause his eyes to roll to the ceiling, his cock twitching against your clothed cunt, as his hands would begin to guide you over him. it was always such a sight, you thought, making oikawa cum in his pants. his breath would become much faster, chest heaving, his kisses messy as his lips would hastily move over your own. but, when his hands would trail under the hem of your panties, his pretty fingers circling your clit as you circled your hips over his clothed shaft, oikawa would swear that the sight of you was always his favorite.
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