Intrams Pt. 4 (Atsumu x Student Council Pres.!Y/N)
Presenting to you the passive aggressive tension between the Student Council President and...the piss-haired na pasaway.
More at my Tambay series (exclusive for Atsumu only).
-> pairings. Atsumu x Student Council Pres.! Y/N
-> dedicated to. [gen. tag. Nag-copy paste lang po ako sa existing list ko. Let me know if you want out of this shi] @mirakeul @gayerthanthee @nakizumie @kirakirasaku @riniroulette
-> warning. Written in TagLish
-> note. salamat doon sa isang nag-ask. nagka-inspo tulay me HAHAHA
"Kamusta na?"
Hinihingal ka na umupo katabi ng Treasurer ng student council na ABM student rin. She scooted to the left to give room for you to sit. You sat on her side while wiping off the sweat on your forehead.
"Ahead 'yung TVL. Aggressive maglaro, eh."
The screams from the court took your attention. Kitang-kita mo kaagad sa left side ng court ang TVL Volleyball Male Team na nakasuot ng green jersey. On the right naman ay ang ABM, nakasuot ng itim na jersey.
You glanced at the score, 23-21, in favor of TVL.
"Pang-ilang set na?" You asked while staring at the court this time.
"Fourth."
Makes sense. You glance at the familiar players of the ABM team. Madalas naman silang nagbubulakbol at nagloloko in and out of the court, but once you see them frowning or not cracking up a smile, you can tell that they're pissed.
You could never understand how sports can rile up other people. I mean...so what kung matalo? It's just a game. You would have understand if this were in a professional setting, but it's just for Intrams.
You heard the referee whistle dahilan para mapatingin ka sa kaniya. The crowd shushed as the referee did hand signals na nakalimutan mo na. Whatever it is, you know it's a violation.
"Huh? Anong touch net?!"
Napatayo 'yung ibang audience dahil sa sigaw ni Atsumu. You can't help but also stand to check what is going on.
Malapit ka sa floor kaya klarong-klaro kung paano sumimangot si Atsumu. His brows are furrowed, ears turning red as he took big steps towards the referee. Si Osamu, his twin, ay nasa likod niya na, hinahawakan si Atsumu sa balikat. It seems like he's trying to stop his twin from bursting out to the referee.
"Hindi 'yon touch net! Hindi ko naman nahawakan, ah?!"
"Lagot, na-bad trip na!"
"Naiinis na 'yan. Malapit na manalo ang TVL, eh."
"Kung violation nga talaga 'to, mas lalong lumaki lamang."
Hindi mo marinig ang referee, but you can see him pointing his chest. Nalaglag ang panga ni Atsumu bago iling-iling na iniwas ang tingin. He gave a sarcastic grin before Suna spoke to him. Kitang-kita mo how he mouthed the word tangina while listening to Suna.
"What's happening?" Tinanong mo nalang ang katabi mo dahil 'di mo naiintindihan ang nangyayari.
"Foul, Pres. Touch net daw pero mukhang wala naman kanina."
"Huh? He didn't touch the net!" You accidentally raised your voice out of frustration.
"Kaya nga, eh. Kaya galit si Atsumu. Tumama daw dibdib niya sa net ata."
"But he was preparing for a set. 'Di naman siya nakaharap sa net..."
"'Di, eh! Ang duga, eh!" Atsumu blurted out before giving a glare at the referee before going back to the center of the court.
"Pres!"
Napalingon ka sa kaliwa mo. At first, hindi mo alam kung saan galing 'yung boses pero nakita mo si Aran. Malapit siya sa pole kung nasaan nakatali ang net. Sa tabi niya ay ang nakabangko na team ng ABM.
You raised your brows at him. 'Di ka na nagtangka na magsalita kasi alam mo namang 'di ka niya maririnig sa ingay ng paligid. Ano?
He motioned his hands at you before nodding his head na para bang iniimbitahan ka lumapit sa kaniya.
"Pakibantay ng p'westo ko."
"Ok, Pres."
You walked towards Aran's. He's sitting on the first step of the staircase. May tuwalya na nakapatong sa balikat niya.
"Ano?"
"Dito ka muna. Ibabangko si Atsumu."
Huh?! Kumunot ang noo mo. "At bakit kailangan ko rito umupo?"
Aran clicked his tongue na para bang naiinip dahil nagtatanong ka pa. He stood from his seat, placed his hands on your shoulders to guide you to sitting on his spot. "Sus! 'Wag ka na nga magtanong. Basta diyan ka lang para kumalma 'yon."
"Aran, nandoon na ang upuan ko."
"Okay nga lang—"
"Aran, sub ka raw sabi ni Sir."
You stared at the presence that emerged on Aran's side. Dahil nakatayo silang dalawa ni Aran, Atsumu's and Aran's presence are looming over you. You're not usually intimidated by them despite their bigger frame pero medyo kinakabahan ka dahil alam mong galit 'tong si Atsumu.
It wasn't hard for Atsumu to spot you. Kaagad ka niya tinignan. Nakakunot pa rin ang noo niya, but you could see it loosen up a bit when you caught him staring. Umiwas siya ng tingin bago nagpunas ng pawis gamit ang likod ng palad niya.
"Okay. Diyan ka na sa tabi ni Pres."
Usually, Atsumu would have given out a playful remark pero tahimik lang siyang tumango bago umupo sa tabi mo. You cleared your throat when you felt his sweaty arm sticking to yours.
Naramdaman ata ni Atsumu ang pagka-ilang mo because he scooched closer to his teammate. "Sorry, Pres. Pawisan ako."
Umiling ka bago kinuha ang tuwalya (na galing kay Aran at nilagay niya sa balikat mo). You offered it to Atsumu. "Okay lang. Here. Use this."
"'Wag. Madudumihan ko tuwalya mo."
"That's not mine. That's Aran's."
"Ah..." he only replied before taking it from you. He wiped off the excess sweat on his face before heaving a heavy sigh. Kitang-kita mo pa rin ang inis niya dahil sa pito ng referee sa kaniya. You can tell by how he's glaring at the court.
"Foul daw?" Kahit na obvious na obvious na, eh.
Atsumu only gave a curt nod. "Bulag ata 'yung referee, eh. Tanginang 'yan."
"Baka binayaran ng TVL." You joked which made Atsumu look at you.
His eyes are wide at halatang natawa siya sa sinabi mo. He looked around before slightly pinching your waist. Kung 'di lang talaga nakaupo at wala kang masasagi na katabi, baka gumalaw-galaw ka na sa kiliti.
"Atsumu!" you glared at him para ilayo niya ang kamay niya sa bewang mo. Atsumu bit his lip to stop a smile.
"'Pag ikaw marinig ng TVL, nako! Baka abangan ka sa gate, sige ka! 'Di talaga kita tutulungan, bahala ka d'yan." he taunted in a joking manner.
Umirap ka. "Subukan lang nila. I'm the Student Council President." You said in pride before smirking at him. Atsumu shook his head before trying to pinch you again by the waist.
"Ano ba!" you screamed at him which made him laugh.
"YES!"
Napalingon kayong dalawa sa court. Naghihiyawan ang ABM audience habang nag-aapiran ang mga volleyball players. You immediately checked the score and to your surprise and joy, 24-22!
You stood up at kagaya mo ay tumayo rin si Atsumu. "Sir! Sir, ipasok niyo 'ko! Pasok na 'ko ulit!"
"Sir, si Atsumu raw!" sigaw ni Suna bago tinuro ang direksyon niya.
"Pasok, Miya. 'Wag pa-initin ulo, ah!"
"Oo!" Atsumu replied back before looking at you. Nilapag niya ang tuwalya sa balikat mo. "Pakibantay, ah? Gamitin ko mamaya. 'Wag mo ibalik kay Aran. Tapos pagkatapos ng laro, picture tayo sa stage. 'Wag—"
"Atsumu." You had to stop him dahil tuloy-tuloy na ang pagsasalita niya. "Pumunta ka na sa court. Bilis!"
"Oo, na!"
"Atsumu!" You screamed when he suddenly hugged you. His hug was so tight, you can your body getting squished by his frame. Buti nalang ay nasapak mo ang likod niya. "Pawisan ka!"
"Sorry!" he ran towards the court while chuckling. Lumingin siya sa 'yo at patalikod na naglakad papunta sa p'westo niya.
Atsumu gave a wink before giving you a nod. He turned to Suna this time for pep talk.
─ Summary: your friend insists that they have a practice match with your team and Oikawa is exaggerating
─ Warnings: none
5 < 6 > 7
The Shiratorizawa men's volleyball team was at the house of their beloved great ace, apart from doing a study session they decided to meet to talk about new techniques to win the tournament and go to Tokyo. Everyone was concentrated until the doorbell rang, the mother of the family opened by happily greeting the newcomer.
"What a surprise to see you here! I haven't seen you in a long time. What brings you here, honey?"
"Well..." you scratched the back of your neck, averting your gaze "my parents wanted me to come by, also to see if Toshi could help me with some issues."
"I was just going to leave, but Wakatoshi is in his room studying, he will gladly help you."
"Thank you, have a good day Mrs. Ushi"
"You too sweetie."
You entered the house saying goodbye to the owner, knowing that you would be alone before going to the room, you went to the kitchen to get a package of cookies. Your parents had forced to go so that Ushijima could help you study mathematics —a subject in which you were disgusting— knowing that he was a good student as well as that their families were very close. You walked unhurriedly to the well-known room, you entered as if were your own house, throwing on the bed without realizing that you practically crushed a boy. A boy who was clearly not your friend.
"Hey Tosh-"
You choked on the cookies when saw how there were more boys in the room, and to top it off, one of them was trying to get you off of him.
"Uh, sorry about that."
The poor black-haired man shook his head nervously and frantically as you backed away from him, muttering more apologies for putting him in such a situation.
"I-It's okay!"
Thunderous laughter filled the room, a redhead laughing tearfully as he watched the bowl cut boy grow more agitated by the second.
"(N) what are you doing here?"
“I need help with math, you know..." you played down the importance, brushing the crumbs off your shirt "but if you're busy I can come back another day."
"Wait, wait, Ushiwaka knows a cute girl?"
"Tendou, don't make those comments as if she wasn't here."
A boy with gray hair and darker tips scolded the redhead who teased him calling him 'semisemi mom' for scolding him, you ignored the small verbal fight in the background focusing on your friend.
"No problem, we are also studying, I will help you with your homework."
"Thanks Toshi, I promise to make it up to you."
While you were studying, everyone introduced themselves, the red-haired Tendou was undoubtedly the opposite of Wakatoshi, which you found funny, plus Goshiki was too adorable but just as intense as your friend, there was a mother here too, Semi, and they even had a sarcastic named Shirabu.
It was a curious group without a doubt. When the team finished their homework they started talking about volleyball, leaving you to concentrate on making derivatives and matrices. You sighed pulling some strands back, you couldn't concentrate so stopped for a while to look at your phone, it had been vibrating for a while, they were just messages from your team, you just left them on read to look at Ushijima who had his eyes on your figure for a few seconds ago.
"Is something wrong Toshi?"
"Yes." the whole team paid attention to their captain "I want a practice match against Seijoh."
Everyone seemed confused —even you— but of course, the others didn't know that you were the manager of the volleyball club, because you had only talked a little and about studies, but you thought that Ushijima wouldn't want to have a practice with your team when they always had won.
"You are their manager, right?"
"Yes, but today they don't have practice."
"Hey, hey, the cute girl also knows about volleyball, now I understand why you like her!"
"I... I don't like (N)." he cleared his throat. "So when could we have a match?"
"Well, if you want I can talk to them now, maybe they don't care."
"It will be good for us to try new things."
"Yes, we will defeat them!"
"Don't get so excited about that bowl boy, it's just a practice game."
Tendou laughed at Shirabu's comment, no doubt Goshiki and he didn't have the best relationship, but it was fun to hear the second year's sarcastic comments while the first year tried to return the comments to no avail.
"Huh? But I like his hair..."
You approached to be able to remove the black locks, noticing how he became rigid as a rock and his face exploded with pink tones, you decided to stop for his health, you would swear you could hear Goshiki's heart about to explode.
"I also want caresses!"
"Hmm if you insist…" you shrugged your shoulders to caress the redhead's head "wow why is your hair so soft?"
"(Nn)!"
Oikawa desperately ran towards you when he saw how you entered the gym together with Shiratorizawa's team —specifically, you were talking animatedly with Semi and Yamagata— quickly grabbing you to take along with your team.
"Are you okay? Have they done something to you? I won't let them kidnap you again."
"They have not kidnapped me, besides they are nice."
"It can't be, surely they are extorting you! Blink if you are in danger." He whimpered moving you from one side to the other, then you blinked but not because of your captain's request "Iwa-chan, they are harassing our pretty (Nn)!"
"Shut up Shittykawa, you need to blink to live, idiot."
"Ow, that hurts Iwa-chan."
You walked away ignoring the small argument between friends, leading the rival team to the locker room so they could change into their sports clothes.
"Hey (N) are they always like this?"
"Yeah, but I guess it's okay, it's funny."
Tendou laughed taking you by the shoulders as you walked back to the court, this action did not go unnoticed in the eyes of the Seijoh boys who glared at the interaction their manager had with the middle blocker, that only made Tendou become more attached to you.
"You could stop irritating the rival team."
Semi looked at how his partner had fun seeing the faces that the others made, rolling his eyes, he went to warm up without wanting to be part of the scene, he wouldn't be part of the redhead's game.
"(N) can you hug me? It sure brings me luck in the match!"
He spread his arms with a catlike smile, narrowing his eyes in amusement at seeing his attentive rivals like owls, causing him to chuckle as he robbed their manager in a thinly veiled manner.
"Sure, why not?"
You shrugged your shoulders without giving it much importance —for you all kinds of hugs were well received— Tendou also took the opportunity to quickly kiss your cheek as a farewell, that's when he completely angered the Aoba Jōsai team, he couldn't hug you as if nothing had happened you were their manager. Unintentionally someone —Kunimi— threw a ball towards the head of a certain blocker, although the ball landed on your head because you were just separating from the hug.
"Oww…" you touched the affected part with a grimace, searching for the culprit, everyone gasped looking at Kunimi, who seemed to want to disappear at that very moment "Kunimi, if you wanted a hug, just tell me."
Bonus
You had insisted on cleaning the gym by yourself for making them train on a day they shouldn't have, they reluctantly agreed, leaving you alone, or so you thought, because a certain imperturbable boy was waiting for you to accompany you home like a true hunk.
"Toshi, I thought you had already left."
He denied watching you keep the key to the place, arms folded, patiently waiting for his friend to finish closing the gym.
"I'll walk you home."
"It wasn't necessary, but thanks."
You two were silent for a few minutes until Ushijima cut it off, looking at you with a certain sparkle in his eyes, he stopped causing you to stop walking as well.
"(N)" you looked at him with a raised eyebrow "I want a hug too."
You laugh internally observing the serious face of your friend to wrap him in a warm hug, he was a big baby.
Summary: You're a new student entering Nekoma High, and a certain blonde haired boy has taken a liking to you.
A/n: DW DADDY'S HOME YALL 😩
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Kenma was walking to school with his friend, Kuroo Tetsuro, and then we saw them. Zooming past him on a skateboard was someone he hadn't seen before, at first he was annoyed due to him being a little startled by the sudden speed but decided it was worth it.
Kenma sat in class doodling on his desk listening to the chit chat of his classmates, until the teacher called for the attention of the class.
That's when you walked in.
Your hair was a mess and your uniform was somehow worse, it looked as if you had just gotten into a fight and a small band-aid was stickered to your cheek. You shot the class a polite smile and a bow.
"Class, this is (Y/n), they cannot speak. So please treat them kindly.
"(Y/n), please take a seat next to Kenma Kozume." The teacher asked, the blonde raised his hand so you could find your seat easier. Whispers began to circle around the class as soon as you took your seat, during the class Kenma couldn't help but take the moment to get a look at you, you were focused on jotting down notes in your book, and the boy noticed the small bite marks on your pencil. Though you weren't looking at the boy you chuckled to yourself knowing that you were being gawked at, making him quickly look away embarrassed.
When classes were over Kenma looked at you, you quickly bolted out of the room before anyone could catch you. As soon as you walked out he could hear the class airing out their thoughts on you, the blonde didn't bother listening.
Coming lunch, Kenma sat with Kuroo and his other teammates. He was zoned out, until Yaku mentioned bumping into a student with a skateboard, "Oh, Kenma, isn't that the new kid in your class." Yaku asked, Kenma jumped at the sudden attention. "I guess so-" "Oh that new kid!" Lev said loudly, and as cruel fate would have it the new student was standing right next to their table, they flinched in surprise as it didn't take a genius for them to realize the table was talking about them. The beat of silence was broken when Lev spoke, "Do you think they heard me?" Everyone sighed at Lev in disappointment, "They're mute, Lev, not deaf." Kenma said, looking annoyed at the boy. In that moment you unfroze from your spot and let out a lighthearted chuckle that Kenma swore he saw angel wings form around you when he first heard it, you shyly waved at him and kept walking. That was when he realized that there was a very distinct barrier between the two of you.
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After a few months, you slowly settled into your environment, everyone usually preferred you to write in your book as a form of communication, though you didn’t mind writing, it felt a bit lonely. “Hey (Y/n), wanna eat lunch with us?” One of your classmates asked. You politely declined, you always did, you often sat in the auditorium where the volleyball team usually played; since no one came here during lunch you got to be alone with your food and thoughts for entertainment.
You sighed with relief as you sat near the door of the auditorium and rested your skateboardnext to you, shortly after, the door to the room loudly swung open. Being startled by that noise, you made a squeaking noise that alerted the boys of your presence. “Ah Kenma, isn’t that kid from your class?” He asked. You would be annoyed that the bed headed upperclassmen didn’t really even recognize you, but you were more focused on the boy in your class.
Kenma hummed and his friend went into the auditoriums’ supply closet muttering something about losing his water bottles, momentarily leaving you and the faux blonde. He awkwardly stood in front of you, then opted to sit next to you while waiting for his friend.
You watched as he pulled out a switch from god knows where, you were vaguely interested in the cartoonish sound coming from it, but you didn’t want to make him feel any more uncomfortable than he already was.
Kenma noticed (Y/n)’s intent staring, he would laugh at their sudden interest but that would probably make them feel embarrassed. The blonde placed the switch in his lap and signed to them.
‘Are you interested?’
It took a moment for (Y/n) to realize that Kenma had signed to them, when his words fully registered their eyes lit up with glee.
‘I didn’t know that you understood sign language!’
‘I….recently started learning-’ Kenma’ face began to heat up as he tried to finish his word, ‘so I could talk with you.’
You paused, you weren’t expecting his reason for learning to be you, but it warmed your heart. A smile making its way to your face.
Before you could sign back, his friend interrupted. “Kenma, I found my bottle, let’s go!” He called, the black haired boy sent you a wave and exited the auditorium. Kenma looked back to you and smiled.
‘Talk to you later.’
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Tbh I had a Hawks fic planned for Valentines day, but since I missed it I'm gonna turn into angst. 😬
A/N- yikes! i had to repost cause my tags are being a bitch. Also hope y'all liked it and any kind of constructive criticism is appreciated.
Oikawa gazes outside the glass window for the past 30 minutes looking as the wings of the plane cut through the vapours of the white cloud. He stares at it long enough for anyone else beside him to get concerned but in reality, his eyes are following nothing. He rests his hand under his chin and lets out a deep sigh, his head throbbing from the lack of sleep for the past 10 hours and the tumultuous dilemma that he is harbouring inside his system.
His mind races over the incident a few nights prior to his flight to Japan –where he will reunite with his original homeland. Reunite with you – the beacon of his life.
Yet.Yet he managed to screw up so terribly this time that just thinking about it leaves a foul bitter taste in his mouth and churns up his stomach with guilt.
His eyes go down towards his hand and he distastefully remembers how he tangled these hands around that lady’s hair. Her hair smelled exactly like yours – minty strawberry scent. His drunken lips messily clashed with hers as they indulged in a night of sinful passion and adulteration.
Waking up the next morning wrapped in with her, a terrible hangover and ice-cold clarity was one of the worst things, if not the worst, Oikawa has ever felt. And worst of all- there had been several texts of yours and few missed calls that you left for him concernedly. He called you back almost immediately. Hearing your voice laced with concern felt like shards of glass on his heart.
“Tooru, oh my god. You weren’t picking up my calls! Where were you?”. Oikawa never knew that he could lie so easily to you as he replied calmly, “I slept in early last night, babe”. Your relieved voice was a sense of warmth for him as he talked to you about his arrival in Japan.
“You need to be careful, babe” You say, oblivious from the other side.”Yeah. Well how excited are you that your gorgeous boyfriend is arriving after so long”....
Äll the while a naked woman lay down in his bed.
The voice of the cabin crew snapped his trance as the connecting flight from New York to Tokyo was soon gonna land. The regret feels like a teddy bear fashioned with glass shards – the more he hugs it, the more he is inflicted with the pain. He feels nauseous as he steps into the washroom and washes his face. Not that it does anything.
He finally was going to be in your arms. Minutes away from being close to you and seeing your face. But at what cost?
Oikawa feels the dull headache transform into sharp pain and he buckles himself up. His insides were at war. His heart is fighting tooth and nail with his conscious mind. Is he gonna tell you or sweep the matter under the rug?
It’s not that you’ll ever find it anyway. His shenanigan was too discrete to be discovered. But he knows things will never be the same– at least on his part. He is officially the cheater. The deceiver of this relationship. The unfaithful significant other. And you do not deserve this. You do not deserve any of this. You don't deserve him. Because your pure soul deserves so much better than his now tainted one.
You stood outside the airport, nervously shifting from one foot to another as a newfound anticipation washes over you. You look at the herd of people trying to find the tall figure of your boyfriend. You wait for long enough before your eyes catch the chocolate brown swept hair and eyes that match the beautiful hue. A rush of saddening happiness floods your insides as his eyes meet yours, you feel the summer sky has brightened up a thousand times more with his presence.
The thud of his heart was so loud that he was afraid everyone could hear it once he locked eyes with you. Your face glowed in the warm golden sunlight and he felt you like how he would feel the first ray of sunshine after a pitch black night. Your smile was equivalent to the bright sun that fell over his body and despite the infernal storm he is experiencing inside, he manages to bring out a genuine smile towards you . And the way you sprinted and hugged him, his heart felt the relief of a parched man tasting water.
His arms snakes around your waist and he pulls you as close as it could have been possible at this moment. Oikawa buries his face in your neck as he places soft but needy kisses on your neck. He hears you sniffle and let out a choked sob and his heart feels the crack. His eyes became hazy with the tears that he is trying his best to keep at bay. “I missed you, Toru”
I missed you too, Y/N. Hell I miss everything that was there before that night, Y/N.
Never in his life would he want to hear this sound coming from your mouth in that way. And it was that moment, he made the decision as he let his heart and the undying love he felt for you to take over. And he cries. He cries holding you delicately and yet securely. If he lets go, he’ll lose you.
“Angel, don’t cry please. I hate seeing your beautiful face smeared in snot” You playfully shove his chest as you let out a watery giggle and Oikawa feels like he’s 18 again. Heart racing every time he met you. You’re so beautiful. So effortlessly elegant and still holding the capability to make him giddy with love. Oikawa kisses your nose and then your cheeks as he hugs you tighter and tighter.
Only if he could have removed the few hours of that night with a scalpel.
He holds you close as you both pull his suitcases and exit the airport and Oikawa feels he’d let his mind win some other day. Now he wants to bask in your presence and sweep his past under the rug.
ᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ~ 5613 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ~
// nsfw (minors dni!!), lil angsty, f!reader, cheating, teasing, choking, crying, daddy kink, hate fuck -> kinda toxic soft fuck, brat taming, oral m!receiving, good dialogue shitty writing
i wrote this in 3 hrs bc hyperfixation (song i listened to)
like its smut but is it the type of smut u get off to? probably not.
i don't understand, whats a girl gotta do to get a good lay around here???? thx
11:14 PM • 07/01/21
your tweet was not a rhetorical question.
your tweet was supposed to get a few fun dms.
your tweet was supposed to blow up just a little bit.
your tweet was not supposed to entice your ex-boyfriend to message you for the first time in over a year, and it definitely wasn't supposed to lead to him texting your number that you thought he no longer had, and it absolutely positively 100% was not supposed to lead to you hooking up.
not that it was an issue for you, but it probably would be an issue for his girlfriend.
//
the dm shocked you, because how could it not after going so long only knowing about atsumu through the news and social media? his girlfriend was the entire reason two of you stopped talking when you did, but it wasn't even her doing. atsumu chose to break off contact all on his own, some bullshit about trust and her being really good for him.
and they were still together, you saw their anniversary post less than a week ago. and yet there he was.
and yet there he was texting back and forth with you for the better half of an hour before making the short drive over to your place.
and yet here he is, one hand ghosting over your lower back, other hand bracing the under side of your thigh, hot breath on your collar bones despite the fact that he had a girlfriend and despite the fact that you shattered his heart into a million pieces
//
he’s made small talk, asked you how you’ve been with an unease that he didn’t try hard enough to hide, leaned against the couch, but hasn’t actually sat.
“hey, calm down or i really will call your brother, always the calmer one.”
“and, yet, ya didn’t date him,” he quips back. the air is still for a moment, settling alongside the realization. you’d acknowledged it through text, but this was different. it slipped out easily, an impulsive rebuttal to a joke made numerous times before, a passing recollection and acknowledgment of the very reason he shouldn’t be here in the first place.
“well, no, obviously not, i’ve got a thing for blondes,” you shrug and he laughs, short and breathy. it feels almost humoring, but then you watch his shoulders slump, laxing into a normal state for the first time since he’s been here.
“a thing for blondes who actually sit down on the couch instead of leaning against them,” you gesture towards the middle of the sofa.
“what about you?” he asks, abiding anyways and taking a seat perfectly where your eyes landed, not enough room on either side of him for you to fit.
“where do you expect me to sit?” you ask right back, raising your eyebrows, stepping towards him anyway despite your teasing adversity.
he only glances down at his lap, lifting his hands from their clasped position, and motioning towards himself. you crawl into his lap, one knee dipping into the cushion on either side of him.
“what, did you miss me that much?” you tease, placing your hands overtop of his, pulling them lazily along until they're resting on your ass, fingertips tucked politely under the hem of your underwear. there's hesitance in his movements even with your guiding help.
"you don't have to be gentle with me, y'know." you tilt your head to the side, pushing backwards until you can feel resistance, until you can feel his fingers spread apart, taking as much of you into his hands as he can and digging his dull fingernails into your flesh. "i know you've probably gone soft a bit, huh? with your girlfriend and all"
his entire body tenses, some sort of backlash bubbling up in the discomfort, and you know that backlash is probably in the form of a shitty comment at your expense.
so you don't let it leave his throat, closing the gap and slipping your tongue into his mouth, sliding it against his before he can make an excuse or put you down. you did it to catch him off guard, but he tastes so good, so familiar even though so much time has passed that you can't help but moan into the kiss.
and fuck is his hair softer than you remember. his hands are bigger than you remember and his stomach is more rigid than you remember and he's stronger than you remember, and you pull away from the kiss now because you're out of breath and it's probably been enough time for him to swallow whatever shitty thing he was going to say and he's so much fucking prettier than you remember.
when did he get this pretty?
the softness of your eyes is mirrored in his, a reflection of rediscovery, relearning things that you don't remember forgetting. and there's this feeling that's burning in your core, a mixture of emotions, one of them you can't put your finger on, but you know you want to ignore.
"can you please take your shirt off, i haven't fucked anyone as ripped as you in a while and i kinda miss it." fingers running along the hem, you tug upwards gently.
"is that the only reason i'm here?" he jeers, but leans forward anyway.
"you know why you're here." before you've thrown his shirt into a crumpled pile on the floor, he's already wrapped both of his arms around your waist, picking you up only momentarily before sitting you down on the edge of the couch.
"i do," he says, and if you weren't you, if you hadn't known atsumu for as long as you have, you wouldn't have been able to recognize him after that drastic change in tone with that sultry look in his eyes as he drops to the floor, nudging your legs apart and smirking up at you. "i know exactly why i'm here, which is why it's kinda weird that you've had such a bitter, snarky mouth all night."
if that damned smirk and stupid tone didn't warm you right up, this would've done just fine on it's own. instead, it just added to the involuntary reactions you were feeling all over your body, cheeks burning, fingers restless against the muscle of your thigh, peering down at atsumu as he toyed with your panties, softly, abruptly, there and then not as his grasp moves to the hem of your shirt, pushing the fabric up as far as he can reach, running his palm over freshly exposed skin.
you finish the motion, brushing your fingers over his as you throw your shirt onto the cushion next to you.
"why don't ya ask nicely if i'll eat ya, princess?"
he kisses the insides of your thighs and you wonder if he remembered how sensitive they are or if it's just a coincidence.
but it doesn't matter how badly you want it, how many nights you've spent lying awake thinking about his stupid fucking tongue, wishing that there was some sort of toy that could replicate how disgustingly good it felt, because the question enters your mind and you want so badly to knock that smirk off his face.
"do you call her princess too or is that reserved just for me?"
and it does, knock the smirk off his face that is, but only for a moment. he tsks, shaking his head as he pushes himself up from the ground. regret is already seeping in as you squeeze your thighs together. your pussy is already soaked and you were about to get everything you've been missing for the past 3 years.
now, instead, atsumu is towering over you palming himself through his shorts and talking down to you in a way that makes you even wetter, "we gotta do something about that ungrateful little mouth of yers, don't we?"
"if you're not going to eat me out, won't you at least answer my question?" you ask, digging yourself deeper into this disobedient hole you're finding yourself in.
he reaches out so quickly that you almost flinch, but you trust him too much for that. he laces his fingers into your hair forming a tight fist at the base of your head, directing your eyes to him as he steps forward between your legs, spreading them apart with his shins. "the answer would probably just go to your head."
absolutely nothing could stop the smile that spread across your face, corners upturning and spanning as far as possible as you greedily think of this pet name saved just for you.
"what else did you save only for me, tsumu?" you ask, scooching forwards, legs spreading wider, pressing against the outsides of his calves. you're far too excited about the effects you've had on him and his relationship. as the sentence leaves your mouth, as the nickname falls so easily off of your tongue, you see his strong exterior falter for a fraction of a second. "she doesn't get to call you tsumu?"
the fist in your hair gets tighter, so tight that you can feel his hand start to shake and there's a darkness in his eyes that wasn't there before, a darkness that tells you he's been timid up until this point, a darkness that you probably shouldn't provoke, but it's been a long time since you've had this much fun.
"been awhile since you've had a brat to tame, hasn't it?" you whisper, blinking away the tears that have collected in the corners of your eyes.
"i think yer beyond being brat at this point," he huffs, no longer waiting for your next move. he uses one hand to push down his shorts, keeping a tight grasp on your head, not letting you move an inch and then guides your head towards his cock. "put yer mouth to good use or i swear to god you won't be able to talk for four days."
it sounds like an option, but it's not. he doesn't give you the chance to misbehave again. he drags the head of his cock on your bottom lip, precome smearing against it before he presses the tip into your mouth.
you're staring up at him because you've missed this so much, the concentration on his face, this control that he has over you, this underlying distain for the way you act out. he's not even looking you in the eyes, staring past you at the way his cock disappears between your lips.
"fuck, take it," he grunts, thrusting in and out of your mouth slowly, spit drooling down your chin as they start getting faster, head prodding at the back of your throat.
your mouth feels so full, head bobbing with his wreckless thrusts until he pulls you completely onto his cock, your lips wrapped around the base, the length of his fat cock perfectly surrounded by your tight throat, and then he holds you there. seconds tick by and your eyes flutter closed and the only sensation you can take in is the light throbbing of his cock.
"isn't this so much better? actually being useful for once," he sneers, but you can barely hear him as you focus on just staying conscious. his fingers skim over your neck, wrapping around the bulge he's created, balls twitching against your chin. you bring your hands up to his thighs, fingers digging into the muscle as you reach your limit, head fogging and throat burning.
he pulls you off of his cock and you only catch a glimpse of how satisfied he looks as you gasp for air, swallowing just to feel your throat void of something. "god yer lucky i wanna be inside of ya so fucking bad now or i would cum down that pretty throat of yers so fast."
you're still regaining your composure as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, dragging them down your thighs, cock throbbing as he watches the string of wetness connecting your pussy and your panties. he presses harsh, rushed kisses into the side of your jaw, trailing down until he can’t reach any further.
you want to say something, anything to put him back in his place, to make him flustered again, but you just can't think, still drunk on the feeling of choking on his big fucking cock.
the only thing that comes out is, "please, fuck me."
he laughs, honest to god, throws his head back and laughs as he lines himself up with you, rubbing the tip between your pretty slick lips and pressing his hips forward just enough to feel your hole start to stretch for his head. "not so bratty, now, are ya?"
you shake your head because it doesn't matter anymore how much you missed acting out just so he would put you in your place, you were there. you were exactly where he wanted you and fuck, did you want him.
"ask nicely," he taunts, a shit eating grin plastered on his face as he pushes his luck as far as he can take it.
you roll your hips, desperate to feel any part of him. "please, daddy."
"f-fuck," he stammers, grin completely gone, precome leaking from the slit of his twitching cock, harsh resolve crumbling over a single word. "fuck, again." he presses his hips forward, sliding inside of you inch by inch.
and it hits you.
"she doesn't call you daddy, either?" you ask, narrowing your eyes, some sort of clarity replacing these pathetic thoughts.
when you were with him, you used the name religiously, in and out of the bedroom. sometimes to get what you wanted and other times just to watch him tense up. and now his life was void of the weight that name carried and that didn’t sit with you right. poise and bite fill you almost as quickly as it left you, "you saved a lot of things just for me, didn't you?"
he doesn't reply, silent as he places a hand on your shoulder and thrusts completely inside of you, hips pressed against the insides of your thighs as the breath is knocked completely out of your lungs. he's trying to prove that he has control over you still, digging into you so brutally that he knows you'll think of him later. and it feels so fucking good and you feel so fucking full and it would be so easy to just shut your mouth and take it, but it wouldn’t be nearly as fun.
“fuck, there’s no way that you’re this rough with her,” you almost laugh, settling on a telling smirk instead, “mmm but there’s also no way that you get this hard for her.”
each time he fucks into you, the sound and the sting of his hips smacking against the insides of your thighs gets harsher. you know that he’s doing it to shut you up, to make you forget about whatever it is that’s on your mind and focus on how good it feels or how much it hurts, but it’s really just proving your point.
his hands are roaming, moving from place to place, trying to find a permanent spot to root, one that gives him the most control. in the process, he’s leaving marks all over you, red spots, crescent-shaped indents, freshly forming bruises, and the thought of finding them in the coming days is driving you insane.
you can feel the stretch, closing your eyes to savor the feeling, quiet for a moment, the sound of your dripping pussy clenching around him filling the room. you don’t want to admit it, how quickly he’s gotten you so close, but you’re sure he can feel it in the way that you’re gripping onto him even tighter.
you snake your hand down between your legs, rubbing sloppy circles into your clit as he continually pounds into you. you’re so fucking close, can feel that familiar heat rising to your core, your body growing more sensitive.
“makes sense you wanted to come fuck me,” you mumble, “bet you haven’t gotten off really good in a long time, right, daddy?”
he’s unapologetic in the way he lets it affect him this time, grip getting tighter, cock slamming into you, not because he wants to teach you a lesson, but because he can’t help it.
“not without my tight cunt and dirty mouth, huh, daddy?” it’s somehow fucking with him even more as your voice gets scratchier, needier, softer from how close you are. “rub my messy pussy, daddy, gonna cum.”
your arms are weak as you hang them around atsumu’s neck, holding onto him desperately because you know you’re going to need it while you cum. his calloused fingers replace yours, rougher, thicker, harder, faster rubbing over your swollen clit. “cum all over daddy’s cock, princess.”
god, you’re just as fucked as he is hearing that name bounce off the walls and right back to you, that name that’s just for you. you wrap your legs around his lower back, pulling him into you because you need to feel every fucking inch, wanna coat his entire cock with your cum, have to, cumming from how deep he is inside of you, and then from the thought of her unknowingly tasting you on it.
“good girl, fuck, yer tight.”
you stare up at him with half-lidded post-orgasm eyes and an innocently dopey smile on your face, “tighter than her?” you look so fucking cute, sensitive walls hugging his length, so fucking happy and blissed out that the answer slips right out.
“yes, fuck, missed yer cunt so much.”
you move to sit up, push your hand into his shoulder and motion to the couch. when he moves, you move with him, not wanting to feel empty for a second longer than you have to.
seated completely on his cock, he’s even deeper inside of you and you want to feel this full forever. you don’t even want to move, resting your forehead against his. “tell me something, tsumu, and be honest.” he doesn’t offer any sort of reply, verbal or otherwise.
“do you think of me sometimes when you fuck her?” you start moving, sitting up straight as you pull yourself off his cock almost completely before slamming back down. “do you wish she was me? do you almost say my name when she cums because she almost gets as tight as i am?”
“you don’t need to answer, tsumu, can see it all over your face,” you continue, hand placed firmly on his chest for leverage as you fucked yourself harder on his cock.
“yer a fucking bitch. ya haven’t changed at all,” he breathes, and it hurts way less than it probably should, the tone of his voice and the shock on his face, but you can feel him inside of you, you can feel his chest rising and falling rapidly beneath your palm. he’s throbbing with every shitty question, twitching at every mention of how much better you are than her, grunting under his breath whenever you point out one of his slip ups. he fucking loves it and you know him too well not to notice it.
“no, i have, it’s just not exactly what you wanted when you texted me. you wanted a tight brat to bruise and choke, didn’t you?” you ask, tilting your jaw upwards, exposing your neck. “fucking do it then, but don’t whine about the fact that this little brat is better than your girlfriend.”
his hands are still planted loosely on your hips, guiding your motions, helping you set a pace. he’s not reaching for what you’re so graciously offering him.
“don’t fucking kid yourself. you can’t get off to a nice girl who gives you exactly what you want, can you, tsumu?” you glare down at him, no longer on display, leaning towards him so you can talk through gritted teeth. “i’m a fucking bitch because it’s exactly what you want, none of that ‘really good for you’ bullshit.”
he lifts his hips, thrusting up to meet you as you slide down his cock. it’s brutal, the slapping of your tender skin against his toned thighs, and it feels so good, hurts so good that you don’t even remember what you were saying. and he doesn’t slow down. he keeps getting faster, keeps going deeper, and you’re starting to think that he’s realizing how much he likes it, the shitty way that you talk to him, that he actually missed it.
“fuck you.”
“am i wrong, baby? that’s why you’re with me right now and not her.” it leaves your mouth without much thought. you can’t think much about anything with the way he’s fucking you.
“i didn’t come here to talk about my girlfriend all night,” he bites.
“right, but-” you’re stopped in the middle of your sentence, two hands wrapping around your throat, long fingers pressing into your windpipe. his eyes are deadlocked on yours as he squeezes gently, testing the waters.
you rest your hand on his wrist, smiling as best you can, hoping you look pretty enough in his grasp as you push your neck further into his hold and the look on his face is one that you want to capture forever. it proves your point even further, this notion of atsumu and his nice sex life and his girlfriend that’s really good for him, because when’s the last time that atsumu has been with someone who just wanted to be treated like shit?
when’s the last time that atsumu’s been treated like shit?
you roll your eyes back in your head, chin towards the ceiling, lack of oxygen only heightening every inch of your skin that’s in contact with him before bringing your line of sight back down to his peering eyes.
your voice is choked, hoarse, sparse as the words struggle to leave, only strong enough for him to hear if he’s really paying attention. “fuck, atsumu, you’re so fucking big, so fucking perfect, you’re a fucking god, fuck me so good, thank you so much, i wish i never broke up with you.”
he doesn’t say a word, swallows whatever noise or comeback was coming up his throat, and blinks at you. fucked out expression, gasping for the return of the air you just spent, but it’s all worth it. his fists are closing, squeezing to stop you or to dare you to fight back, you’re not completely sure, but the second that your lungs have filled up just enough to mutter three more words, you do.
“is that better?”
you wait, assured and confident that whatever he does next will be some dramatic act to prove something to you and to himself, to make you regret your outlash, to make you actually believe the sarcastic statement you just spewed.
atsumu always did surprise you.
“it is,” he grunts, hands placed back onto to your waist, but they’re delicate now, tender almost as he runs the pads of his fingertips over your hipbones. “tell me how much you missed me, doll.”
there were so many ways you could fuck with him, so many things you could say to keep up this shitty charade, you know there are, you know they exist, but you can’t think of a single one. you open your mouth and nothing comes out save for tiny, quivering breaths and noises that were beyond your control.
“tell me.” harsher than before, but with an underlying care that made your heart flutter.
“sometimes, i do miss you,” you admit, and that’s exactly what it is, an admittance, something that’s circled in your brain but has never left your mouth, not even to the empty walls of your room. an absurd part of you hope he picks up on the lack of past tense.
he’s known you for too long, listened to you too well, gotten too deep despite the fight you put up to not hear how genuine this senseless little sentence is coming out of your mouth. “really late at night, lonely in my bed, wondering why i let you go.”
and, fuck, it’s so stupid, not what you bargained for at all, but you want to feel closer to him, need to feel him completely against you because his skin is warm in a way that you’ve haven’t been able to replicate and maybe this is just a long-winded ploy to make you regret this attitude you’ve adopted for the night, but it’s working and you don’t care.
you’d like to think that he could see it on every feature, in every movement and action, this overwhelming need of yours for him to hold you, to be closer than he is right now even as he’s buried inside of you, because he does. he runs his hands up your back, crosses them over one another and braces you with his arms, mouth against your ear, “tell me more, pretty.”
and you listen. not because he’s fucking you into submission or because he has this caustic influence on you, but because you want to and because he deserves to know these thoughts of remorse and guilt that have been weighing heavy since the minute you left.
“think about you a lot,” you mutter into his chest, “was really shitty to you, couldn’t stop thinking about the version of our break up that you told everyone, and now i see you on my feed and think about if that were me celebrating an anniversary with you at some gross fancy dinner.”
your muscles have relaxed, movements ceased, leaning fully into atsumu as he thrusted up into you leisurely, focusing instead on the snap of his hips and closeness between the two of you. “wanted to reach out to apologize or to fuck you or just to hear your voice, but i didn’t.”
it’s heavy and not necessarily the dirty talk that you thought would be coming out of your mouth tonight, but it’s also not stopping and he’s not telling you to stop. “missed your voice and your face and your hands and your warmth and how good you are to me. and i really fucking needed this, tsumu, fuck i needed you so bad.”
you hope, with everything in you, that he’s understanding everything you’re saying, that he’s perceiving it all as the truth, that he’ll see that you actually have changed, finally ready to tell him all of the things he wanted to hear back then, all the things he tried to get out of you before you broke his heart. but have you really changed? are you saying these things so that he’ll know the truth or so he won’t be able to stop thinking about you while he’s with her?
your chest feels tight, heart racing, air leaving your lungs as shaky as your limbs, in desperate need of some sort of redirection. you’re silent for a few moments, letting the room fill with his shallow breaths and striking skin, composing yourself and fixating on atsumu’s steady pace.
curling your fingers against his stomach, you move in time with him once again, lifting yourself as he pulls away and slamming down as he thrusts upwards. you don’t know if you’ve really changed or what the real motivation behind inviting atsumu over tonight was, but you know exactly what you’ve been craving, not just in these last few hours, but for years.
you brush your cheek against his, leaning forward to whisper directly into his ear so that the feeling of your breath and the soft cadence of your voice never leave his memory.
“does she let you cum inside, tsumu?”
his response is visceral, instinctive, hips stuttering, failing to smoothly meet the backs of your thighs as his head collides with your shoulder, too heavy with swarming thoughts and poor self control to make any audible noise that’s not an almost animalistic grunt.
kiss after soft kiss is pressed into his jawline, down his chest, fingers interlocked behind his neck, pulling yourself closer and closer until you can feel his destructive heartbeat combatting your own.
“does she let you pump her full of cum, daddy?”
he can’t form a verbal response, groaning into your shoulder as he fucks into you with abandon, no longer as a power trip or a control tactic, just using you to get off. you wanted him to use you to get off. he’s so fucking wrecked beneath you, eyes screwed tight as he moves on compulsion alone, but you knew how pretty he sounded when he was about to cum, whiny and grateful and you refused to let this moment slip away.
“i know how much you loved filling me with your load, tsumu, feeling my pussy get all creamy, milking your fat cock into my greedy little hole. you went crazy for it, would always pump your thick seed into me until it spilled out all over your cock, made me feel so full, so pretty,” you ramble into his skin.
“baby, do you still get to feel that? does she let you unload so deep, tsumu?” your questions are coming out more haphazardly than anything else you’ve said and you know the answer, but you’re craving the sound. “or did you save that all for me too?”
“saved it for ya,” he mumbles, throat hoarse, cock pulsing against your walls, needy, sloppy kisses placed wherever he can reach.
“yeah? tell me, baby, saved it all for me, couldn’t cum in a pussy that wasn't made just for you? needed me, right, baby?”
“needed you, fuck, only you, need only you,” he moans and it’s so perfectly desperate and everything you need it to be.
“gonna cum, baby, gonna cum for you, will you cum for me? will you cum inside me, tsumu, please?” you know he can tell how close you are, can feel how tightly you’re squeezing him, how dripping wet you are, can hear your incessant, thoughtless ramblings.
“i’m gonna fill you, pretty, wanna feel you cum on my cock while i fill you, okay?”
you nod against his chest, core tight, waiting, waiting, his hips driving upwards faster, slamming you down harder until his movements stutter, a guttural groan falling upon your ears before feeling his cock pulse inside of you, rope after rope of thick cum painting your insides, and, fuck, you missed this.
you let go, collapsing against atsumu entirely as you cum around his cock, pussy clenching as he lazily thrusts into you, driving you through your orgasm and fucking his cum deeper inside of you, coating his entire length.
when his movements stop, when his hips stop moving and the grunting is replaced with shallow breaths that turn into normal breaths, neither of you move. your chests are rising and falling in time and you’re starting to feel gross the longer you sit in it, but you don’t want to move. you can’t move. the things that you’ve said might feel too real if you move from this position. and that doesn’t make any sense, but you don’t want to chance it. you feel gross, but also better than you have in a while and then he rubs a small circle into your lower back just gently enough for you to notice, just softly enough to send shivers up your spine, and you know that you can’t be in this position another second.
//
being in the same bathroom as atsumu, legs spread, sitting in your bathtub, cleaning up the mess he’s made while he uses crumpled up pieces of toilet paper to clean up the mess you’ve (mostly he’s) made is weirdly domestic in the most comforting way. it’s not awkward, but some part of you wishes it was because the seconds keep ticking on and the regret isn’t seeping in, not just about tonight, but about anything you’ve said.
it’s mostly silent save for atmospheric noises that couldn’t be helped and you wish that you were wishing someone would say something.
but you clean without a word and so does he and when you stand up, he offers you a hand to step over the lip of the tub and he passes you a dry towel from where you keep them under the sink. he uses your toothbrush without even asking and then preps it for you to use and you thank him when he hands it to you.
you walk back with him to your room and he’s one step ahead of you because he could find your bedroom blindfolded and you get changed in front of him and it’s not one of those moments where you get embarrassed and then feel dumb about getting embarrassed, you just feel at home.
“i meant it, by the way, i miss you sometimes,” you shake your head, “no, that’s a lie, i miss you a lot.” you’re starting to feel antsy now, missing the comfortable silence because now you’re talking about uncomfortable feelings while they’re not mindlessly spilling out of you.
your fingers are tingling, heart furiously beating in your ears as you continue, “and nights like tonight make me miss you more than i thought was possible, more than they probably should for how long i’ve been without you, but i think you bring out a really shitty side of me.”
“i think i don’t have to,” he says, rushing to get it out of his throat before he’s too scared to say it, “i think i remind you of how you used to be, but that’s not how you are now.” you don’t know what to say, so you don’t say anything. “i think we could try again and i could show you that it’s not true.”
“you don’t...,” you start, voice diminishing into silence, because what do you say to that?
“because you’re right, why else am i here with you tonight and not her?” he asks, closing the gap between the two of you, not touching you, just getting closer.
“tsumu…,” you start again, voice diminishing into silence again, because what do you say to that?
“i don’t let her call me that because i couldn’t bear the sound of it not coming from you.”
you take a step back, head spinning from a single sentence despite only solidifying a conclusion you had already come to all on your own. “i think maybe you should go home to your girlfriend before she notices you’re missing.”
“let me stay the night,” he blurts, hand spanning out to grasp your shoulder, your arm, wherever his reach would land.
it comes out of your mouth like a warning, imploring him to tread careful, “tsumu.”
but he just keeps pressing forward, faster, harder, recklessly, heedless and senseless, “please, yn, please, if this is the last time i ever get to talk to you, to see you standing in front of me where i can do this,” his hand floats up, fingers caressing your cheek, curling against your jaw and you melt into how inviting and warm his touch is, “then just let me savor it.”
the thought of this being your last night together hits you, hard, like you’ve been run over by a train, and you didn’t expect it to hurt this bad. you’re convinced it feels worse than when you left him the first time. you don’t want it to be the last time.
“last time, huh?” you ask. with how close he is and the hold he has on you, you know that he can feel the instability in your voice, see the hesitance in your features.
“i mean,” he pulls you into him, arms wrapping tightly around you so that you can feel the vibrations of his laugh, “how well did that work last time?”
“if i see you again, i’ll want to see you again, and again, and again,” you admit, soaking in the discomfort of vulnerability before asking, “is that okay?”
Day 1: Kageyama Tobio - Stuck together for a long period of time + “You’re lucky you’re cute”
Pairing: Kageyama Tobio x GN!Reader
Word Count: 993
A/N: Kicking off the the year with some kags <3
Masterlist | Kicking Off 2022 OTP Challenge
The door clicks shut with an ominous echo into the storage room.
“What was that?” you ask redundantly.
He replies with a silent shrug of his shoulders without even looking up from whatever it is he’s putting away.
Ignoring the sinking feeling in your gut, you indulge your denial and shake the handle anyways. That’s when you hear a ‘clink’ noise on the other side of the door, followed by the sound of the doorknob rolling away. Now the panic sets in as you face the reality that you are for sure stuck in the gym storage room with none other than Kageyama Tobio.
Not that it’s a problem per se… conversely, is it really that good though? The best way to describe your relationship with him is… strange? You’ve seen him go from angrily drinking milk and struggling his ‘king of the court’ title in both of your first year at Karasuno High, to now mostly happily drinking milk and being a great team player. You’ve always thought he was cute. How couldn’t you, with his shiny raven hair that stills falls over his eyes in the same way that it did when you met him in middle school, his deep blue eyes that sparkle every time volleyball is even alluded to, and the way his body has nicely filled out to the perfect tone over the years— okay maybe he’s a little more than just cute.
And maybe you’ve had a bit of a crush on him since middle school; if five years is a bit. In middle school, you were in the same class for first and third year, and at Karasuno you were recruited to be a second manager-in-training for the team. You don’t exactly know when it started but you constantly question if you have actual feelings for him or if it’s a simple attraction when you can only count the non-volleyball-related conversations you’ve had on your hands. However, you do feel that the both of you have this mutual respect for each other. That, and he’s eternally grateful for you being a much nicer tutor than Tsukishima.
So, long story short: strange relationship.
And you’re locked in a room together. Frantically, and irrationally, your eyes dart around the room in search of something you could use to bust the door down, until the rational part of your brain reminds you that damaging school property is bad. Your eyes finally settle on Kageyama who hasn’t even looked up yet.
Feeling your gaze on him, he finally meets your eyes with his own royal blue hues. His cheeks instantly redden, and you assume this is because he realizes the door won’t open. “We’re stuck,” is all you can manage to get out.
He points to the phone in your hands and you shake your head. “No signal. What about yours?”
Mimicking you, he shakes his head and answers, “I left it in my bag for practice.”
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After about fifteen minutes of yelling and banging on the door, ten minutes of scouring every centimeter of this cemented bunker of a room, and five minutes of lying on the floor and dramatically sighing at even intervals before Kageyama nudges you and offers you a hand to help you up.
Averting your eyes downwards, you feel a slight heat spreading across your cheeks as you take his hand with a mumbled ‘thanks’. He lets go and your palm feels cold. When you finally do look up you see him beckoning you towards a pile of mats where you plop down beside him.
“I-I figured we’d might as well be comfortable if we’re going to be here for a while,” Kageyama says as he lays back with his arms tucked under his head.
You let yourself lean backwards onto your elbows as you reply with a quiet nod of your head. It’s hard to give a vocal reply when you’re filled with teenage hormones and the bottom of his shirt has ridden up. You can’t help but mentally reaffirm your earlier thoughts of him having filled out well. The most difficult thing is to not stare.
You can practically hear Tanaka-senpai and Nishinoya-senpai teasing the crap out of you for this. Your upperclassmen (including those graduated) knew all too well about your crush— in fact pretty much the whole team caught on except the subject of your affections himself.
“So, what do you do besides volleyball and failing math?” you ask him and he raises a curious eyebrow. “Like you said, we’re probably going to be stuck here for a while— might as well get to know each other.”
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You tell him funny stories about your childhood, the shenanigans you and your neighborhood friends would get up to; the frogs you tried to catch and mishaps on the playground. He opens up to you about his grandfather, his older sister, and recounts his introduction to his passion. Volleyball was love at first sight for him, before he even knew what it was. You didn’t think you’d ever be able to relate to Kageyama so much.
“It all makes complete sense now,” you state, eyes focused on the ceiling.
“What?”
You hear him shift, turning his head to look at you and you mirror his actions, turning on your side to face him— when did you get this close? Refusing to allow this shock to turn you into a mumbling fool, you try to keep a steady tone.
“You.”
The two of you share a moment of intense silence when he cuts it short by quickly turning away, accidentally bonking your head in the process. Instead of feeling rejected and dejected like you thought you would, you instead feel hopeful. You let out a giggle at his increasingly reddening cheeks.
“S-Sorry a-about that—” he stammers out a string of apologies as you rub the barely sore spot on your forehead.
“You’re lucky you’re cute.”
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⭒~ BONUS ~⭒
Here’s a lil’ bonus hc for when the team finds them~
Tanaka: *unintelligible screaming*
Nishinoya: *jumping up and down*
Hinata: *mouth hanging wide open with no words coming out*
Tsukki: *hand over mouth, chuckling smugly*
Yamaguchi: *can’t see anything and whines about it*
Genre:- fluff, mentions of pet names & implied female reader.
A/n:- Thinking about how will they react when their kid helps them shave🥺. check out my wifey’s work @kentoangel (i got inspired by them for mattsun’s part!)
Sakusa Kiyoomi:-
It was Sunday morning and Sakusa wanted to get up early and make breakfast for you. Omi had a habit of making you breakfast whenever he had a day off and would clean up the house. (I want you so bad 🥺🥺🥺) .
He gets up from the bed quietly making sure that you don’t get up, he looks at the crib where his son is sleeping. As soon as he reaches where the crib is he saw his son is wide awake and is admiring his dad. (My heart 💗) .
“You are awake little man “ he coos. He picks him up and places his son on the counter top of the bathroom so that he would pay attention to his son. Omi washes his face and grabs a shaving foam. The little boy was observing his father’s action.
Omi applied the foam on his face and grabs a shaving kit which had the trimmer. He grabs the trimmer and starts shaving his beard which seemed to poke you yesterday when he tried kissing you.
He looked over at his son and saw that he had grabbed a brush thinking that it was the trimmer same like his father. Omi was smiling widely he felt on the top of the world because his son is adorable and he has everything he ever needed in his life.
After cleaning up , Sakusa picks his son up and peppers his face with kisses. Your son was giggling and was enjoying his fathers company. You were standing near the doorframe of the bathroom to observe this and your heart was full with love.
Matsukawa Issei:-
You and Issei were fast asleep on the couch after watching the baby toons with your daughter. She loved those toons a lot. Apparently a baby rhyme made you guys fall asleep it was afternoon.
Issei could feel a tug on his shorts thinking it’s you he smiles and nuzzles closer to you only to find that he couldn’t get any closer to you. He opens his eyes slightly to see where he was sleeping , he saw that his daughter had tugged his shorts to grab his attention.
“Oh you are awake my princess,” He replies groggily and picks his daughter up and places her on the couch with him. The tv was still on , he switches off the tv to see you who was fast asleep on the couch and were snoring lightly. He smiles and strokes the small hair strands away from you face.
“Angel would you help me shave?” He asks his daughter as she smiles and open her arms indicating that she wants go be lifted in his beefy strong arms. She giggles as he lifts her up and takes her to the bathroom. .
He places her on the countertop and grabs his shaving kit. He applies the shaving foam on his face and starts trimming his beard. Lil matsukawa found it amusing and as soon as Issei was done with shaving he puts the trimmer with the protection cap on top and gives his daughter the trimmer.
She grabs with her small hands and starts moving the trimmer the same way he did and smiles when Issei makes weird faces. She grabs her dad’s face and boops her nose on his lips.
Issei was so busy admiring his daughter That he didn’t even see you standing by the doorframe smiling , you enter the bathroom and pepper your daughter’s face with kisses . You hug Issei and kiss his lips tenderly falling more in love with your husband.
Kuroo Tetsurou:-
Kuroo had come home early as his work for the day was done and he wanted to do nothing but rest with his son , daughter and his wife.
He enters the house to see you asleep on the couch with you son on top of you and your daughter was playing doll house in the same room.
He smiles looking at you and picks his daughter up who nuzzles Kuroo’s face and kisses his cheeks.
“How’s my princess today? were you a good girl today?” he asks her and gently sways her.
“I was good daddy, but he was a big cry baby today” she points her finger towards your son who is fast asleep on you.
“Oh, good girl, would help daddy shave?”
“yes!!”
He walks with her in his arms and enters the bathroom. he places her down on the countertop and loosens his tie. He takes out the shaving kit from the cabinet and places it near the wash basin.
“Daddy you are home!” your son arrives and rubs his eyes to wake up.
“Oh hi there young man, c’mere” he starts walking towards his father only to be lifted and Kuroo makes him sit next to your daughter.
He washes his face and applies the shaving foam on his face, both of them were observing Kuroo and what he was doing .He starts using the trimmer and shaves his beard.
When he was done he takes the aftershave and applies it on his cheeks where he trimmed.
“You wanna apply that to me?” Kuroo asks his son and daughter who excitedly say yes to the offer and start applying the aftershave to him.
You got up because of the noise coming from the bathroom , you looked around in the living room to see nobody was around so got up and started to run towards the bathroom only to see your son, daughter and husband were in a bathroom making weird designs with the bubbles using your favourite body wash.
“Tetsu!!!!!!!!!!” you smile because nothing was precious other than your family.
Atsumu Miya:-
You were fast asleep on the bed with your daughter and Atsumu was out for his practice.
Because of the rain the practice got canceled so he was standing at the doorstep opening the front door.
He enters the apartment quietly because he knew that you might be asleep. He tiptoes to the bedroom only to see his two favourite girls fast asleep. To his surprise your daughter was wiggling her way out of your hold and was successful.
“Angel face, how are ya?” He picks her up gently and asks her in a low voice. She giggles and holds Atsumu’s cheeks.
“Yer hurting me , my lil demon” he walks towards the bathroom holding her close to his chest.
He places her near the bathroom countertop and takes his shaving kit out of the cabinet. He washes his face and sees his daughter was giggling as the water droplets fell on her. Atsumu smiles at her and continues washing his face.
Once he was done he opens the kit and takes out the shaving cream along with the brush. His daughter was about to pick up the trimmer that’s when Atsumu gave her the brush and took the trimmer away from her .
He starts shaving only to see his daughter use the brush as the trimmer on her cheek.
“Angel face, that isn’t for ya . You don’t need to shave. You have soft cheeks like your mommy”
“Oh does she” you reply with a smirk prominent on your face.
“Hey baby” he replies
“Hey love, you are early?”
“Yeah practice got canceled and look at our lil girl she likes the brush I guess.”
-> PAIRING: suna rintarō x keiji akaashi x f!reader
-> WORD COUNT: 4k
-> WARNINGS: use of marijuana, smut, praise kink, choking, slight fluff, minor orgasm denial, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected sex
-> AN: this was requested by my friend who needed a fic with suna and akaashi so i provided ;)
*this hasn’t been edited*
“c’mon rin, lemme take a hit!” you groaned, reached for the joint as he held it above you, passing it over to akaashi with a grin. the three of you always smoked together, and the two of them always enjoyed making you mad during the process. you had only gotten a few hits, but you were used to these antics because for some reason they loved teasing you. your whines soon turned into a smile as akaashi passed you the blunt, taking a long drag.
the three of you were at suna’s apartment in his room, as he had invited you and akaashi to smoke earlier that day, and how could you say no?
“y’know, you could’ve just said the magic word and suna woulda given it to you,” akaashi laughed, looking over at rintarō who was clearly just beginning to feel his high.
“what magic word?” you asked, confused at what he meant. “oh, please?”
“there ya go princess, look at you, using your manners.” suna chimed in, getting real close to your face. you were able to see the redness in his eyes, and how his eyes drooped. you knew he was attractive, but seeing him high like this, always made you feel some type of way. both of them did, actually. you hated to be that girl, but you had feelings for both of your close friends. it felt wrong to feel something for both of them, but you couldn’t help yourself.
“guys, stop it!” you cried out as you turned away, trying to hide your face from embarrassment. they both chuckles in response, and rin took it as the time to start playing some of his songs from his favorite playlist, the one he always played when you all smoked together.
you made your way over to the bed, leaning up against the headboard as you tried to make yourself comfortable. your high was quickly consuming you, and the feeling made you feel as if you were sinking into the bed. you were so lost in thought that you didn’t notice suna and akaashi come on either side of you.
“you good?” akaashi asked, bringing your legs on top of his, leaving his hand just on your thigh. he looked over at you, eyes glassy and red. he looked so good like this, it was drove you insane.
“yeah, i’m just vibing right now,” you said quietly with a little laugh as you leaned your head onto the left, and meeting suna’s shoulder. your body was buzzing, mind hazy as you saw suna pass the joint across from you over to akaashi. instead of rin bringing his hand back to his side, he placed it on top of yours, gently massaging your hand, entwining his fingers with yours. you looked over to him, and gave him a sheepish smile. suna could’ve swore he felt his heart in his throat. sure, he liked you, but he also knew that akaashi did too. they had talked about it, but they never really talked about who should have you.
“so y/n,” akaashi asked, turning over to you as he passed you the joint. “have you been with anyone recently?” what a weird question, you thought. they knew that you hadn’t seen anyone in a while, much less do anything since your last relationship. but you decided to tell them again anyways.
“i haven’t,” you chuckled, taking another rip before passing it back to suna. “i haven’t really had any action since my relationship.”
“oh.”
the room was silent. had you said something wrong? why wasn’t anyone saying anything? it made you feel like you had said something wrong, the weed making you feel anxious. you felt akaashi’s hand moving up and down your thigh, which then proved your previous thoughts to just be you overthinking. your head on suna’s shoulder and his hand in yours. the feeling of both of them having their hands on you at the same time made you feel a warmth pooling at your core, but you had to ignore it. they were your closest friends. it was one thing to get turned on by one of your best friends but both of them at the same time just felt wrong in so many ways. but for some reason, it turned you on more. as if you wanted to be taken by the both of them.
“y/n, c’mere,” suna said, breaking the silence as you and akaashi both turned over to look at him. “let’s shotgun it.”
if things could get any worse, or better. you looked at him as he placed his pointer finger under your chin and dragged his thumb along the bottom on your lip as he took a long hit out of the joint. he pulled your face closer to his, and brought his lips right next to yours, lips barely touching as he blew the smoke into your mouth.
you inhaled the smoke slowly, and felt his lips brush yours as all your self restraint flew out the window. you brought the hand from your lap, and pulled him towards yours, his lips melting against yours. the feeling of his lips on yours drove you mad, as if you had been waiting for this moment all your life. his tongue prodding at the inside of your mouth, hungrily. it ended as soon as it began because you pulled away, exhaling the smoke and turned over to akaashi, who was shocked at what he’d just seen.
“don’t think that i’d forget about you,” you grinned as you felt confidence surge through your veins. your lips crashed against his as he slide his tongue into your mouth, moaning into the kiss. his lips were a bit chapped compared to suna’s but you didn’t mind. suna watched the both of you, eager to see where this was going to go. you felt akaashi’s hand move under your sweatshirt to find that you weren’t wearing a bra. you could feel him smirk against the kiss, “fuck, y/n.” he did not want to move his hand until your body gave him some sort of confirmation that what he was doing was okay. you sensed this and nodded into the kiss as you arched your back. he brought his hand up and rolled your nipples between his fingers, going back and forth between the two. suna’s hand moved from your hand towards your inner thigh, gently massaging as he went closer and close to your clothed cunt. it was too much, you needed both of them, you needed them now. you pulled away from the kiss and turned back over to suna, lips brushing against his as he reached to kiss you, feeling his lips mesh with yours in between your needy panting.
“rin, keiji, i can’t,” you whined, throwing your head back on suna’s shoulder. “i need both of you, now. please,” you couldn’t take it, it was so overwhelming. the feeling of akaashi’s lips meeting your neck as suna moved from his position. you moved so that you were in between akaashi’s thighs as he continuously placed kisses and sucked on your neck while suna leaned down to kiss you once more.
“where do you need us, baby?” suna whispered against your lips as you moved your head from side to side, the pleasure building up rapidly. you only moaned in response, you mind was fuzzy. akaashi on your neck as suna dragged his hands down your sides to meet at the bottom of your sweatshirt, he looked up at you for confirmation, to which you nodded in response with your bottom lip between your teeth.
“please, please, just touch me,” you cried out, bringing your hands over your head as suna lifted the sweatshirt, helping you take it off.
“fuck, angel, your tits are so pretty,” akaashi whispers into your ear, slowly making his way down to your neck. he brought his fingers to his mouth, spitting onto them and brought his fingers down to your pert nipples. he took his right hand and gently played with your nubs between his pointer and thumb, making you tense up at the feeling.
suna’s hands were still on your waist as he placed wet kisses up and down your sternum, stopping once again at the waistline of your joggers, hooking his fingers under the waistband as he slid them down, leaving you in your white thong. you were soaked, and it was so obvious, your panties were completely drenched.
“dude, she’s so wet,” suna chuckled darkly as he slid a finger down your clothed slit, earning a moan from you as you writhed against akaashi’s chest. you turned to akaashi who was watching you against him, drinking in the sight of you wearing nothing but your panties. his fingers toying with your nipples, occasionally giving your breast a squeeze.
“let him play with you, yeah?” he whispered into your ear, nodding his head towards suna who was already between your thighs. he placed sloppy kisses on your inner thighs, inching closer and closer to your heat. his eyes meeting yours from in between your thighs, locking his arms around each leg, holding you in place while akaashi held your back flush against his chest. his hands kneading at your chest had you writhing under his touch as suna hooked his fingers under your panties, pulling them agonizingly slow down your legs. his breath hitches, you were completely exposed to him. the way your pulsating hole clenched around nothing went straight to his cock. you were driving him insane. suna ghosted his lips over your sopping cunt, and placed his tongue onto your clit.
“oh, fuck,” you moaned at the sensation. his tongue and akaahi’s hands on your chest had your mind in a haze. you could feel suna smirk against your clit as he slid his middle finger inside you, your walls tightening around him. “more, give me more.” he chuckled against you, sliding in his pointer finger to meet his middle finger.
“baby, fuck. look at you,” he groaned at the feeling of you clenching around his fingers, only imagining what it would feel on his dick. “you’re so fucking wet.” it was true, you were soaked and it was all because of them. the constant feeling of akaashi’s fingers playing at your nipples along with suna’s mouth and fingers on you encouraged your release, bringing you closer by the second. suna could tell that you were getting close with the way your legs would twitch and shake when his fingers met that special spot of yours. when you pleasured yourself, you could barely reach it. suna’s fingers were longer and thicker than yours, and he hit your g-spot with every thrust of his fingers, making you wonder how his cock would feel inside of you. his pace never faltered as he continued to praise you and push you closer to your orgasm.
“‘m gonna fucking cum, fuck,”
“keiji, should we let her cum?” suna brought his mouth off your clit, looking at akaashi and then meeting your eyes with his green ones.
“hm, she’s been such a good girl.” akaashi says as he leans down to kiss your collarbone. “go on, cum on his fingers, pretty girl.” that was it for you, you moaned out a mix of their names as you shook from the release of your orgasm. “that’s it, fuck.”
suna helped you ride out your orgasm as you brought your hips up and tried to gain more friction on his face. the orgasm was mind numbing, your body limp as suna flipped you over. you grabbed akaashi’s shoulders for support, bringing him into a sloppy kiss. akaashi’s hands were all over you, he slid them down to your throbbing cunt, only for you to shake your head into the kiss.
“let me.” you mumbled against his lips, bringing yourself down to his crotch. he was painfully hard, the feeling of your hands ghosting over him through his sweatpants had him thrusting upwards. you hooked your fingers on the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down to free his length, the tip swollen and leaking with precum as if it were begging for attention. your mouth watered at the sight, he was slightly longer from what you’d seen in the past. the way his chest heaved when you spit in the tip and used your hand to lazily jerk him off went straight to your core. you took him in your mouth, using your tongue to swipe across his tip every so often. he was so sensitive and you noticed this.
the feeling of your mouth on him was driving him crazy, it felt so warm and it took everything in akaashi’s willpower to not grab a fistful of your hair and push you down on his cock. he wanted to so bad, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment. akaashi was drowning in pleasure of your mouth and hands going up and down his length. you looked up at him, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. his hand met your hair as he pulled your hair into a loose ponytail, guiding you further down. you felt tears brimming in your eyes, but that pushed you forward.
“shit, angel, you look so pretty like this, with my cock in your mouth,” akaashi groaned, throwing his head back as he pushed you down to his pelvis, feeling the back of your throat before you lifted your mouth off. you gave him a sheepish smile as you continued to move your hand up and down his shaft. this image will forever be imprinted in his mind; you looking up at him as saliva connected between your lips and his dick.
the moment between the two of you soon was soon ended when you felt suna place his hands on your hips so that your ass was in the air. you could feel his stare as he looked at your glistening hole, begging to be fucked. he quickly took off his t-shirt, sweatpants and boxers in one go and came back onto the bed, lining himself up with your entrance. he teasingly placed his tip right on you, but not yet pushing in. you looked back at suna with akaashi’s dick still in your hand as you waited for suna to do something, anything. suna thought it was the hottest thing in the world, him fucking you while you were sucking off his best friend, he had to make a mental note of asking if this didn’t have to be a one time thing.
“fuck, you’re so fucking soaked,” suna teased. “i can’t wait to - shit - fuck this pretty little pussy.” he pushed himself into you slowly, and you could tell that he was thicker than akaashi but the stretch felt so good. he didn’t have a condom but you trusted the birth control you were on.
“holy shit, rin, you feel so good,” you threw your head back in ecstasy as suna reached to your neck.
“yeah? you like that, doll? let me hear you.” suna growled as he gripped your neck before pushing you back down onto his friend.
you brought your mouth back to akaashi’s dick, continuing to bob your head up and down. he could feel himself getting closer but he didn’t want to finish before suna did, and the look you gave him in your eyes was not helping.
you could tell that he was getting close, the way that he legs kept tensing and the grip that he had on your head became tighter as the moments went by. you gathered a lot of spit in your mouth, pulling off and spitting onto his cock, and brought your mouth back to focus onto the tip while still moving your hand up and down his length.
“y/n, baby, fuck, keep doing that, shit.” akaashi was on the edge, and suna thrusting into you from behind made your mouth slack, and he took this as the moment where he could fuck into your mouth. you didn’t protest, the feeling of both of them using you to their needs made you see stars. akaashi started to thrust himself into your mouth, chasing his release while chanting profanities and praising you for how well you’re taking the both of them.
“oh, fuck, y/n, ‘m gonna cum, shit, ‘m cumming,” he threw his head back, hands still in your hair as he released his seed down your throat. you didn’t let a single drop go to waste, opening your mouth to show him. “such a good fucking girl.”
you smiled at him but you were pulled backwards to suna, your back flushed against his chest while his hand gripped your neck. he placed sloppy kisses and leaving hickeys all along your collar bone as he fucked into you with full force, the sound of skin slapping skin echoed throughout the room. the speed at which he was going at drew you closer and closer to your second orgasm of the night. suna could tell, your legs tensing once again.
“ohmygod, ‘m gonna,” your second orgasm rippled through you as you felt forward onto akaashi trying to regain your composure. suna was close too, the way you were tightening around him was making his mind hazy. he was faltering, getting closer and closer with each stroke. the grip on your hips became tighter and then loosened when he spilled himself inside of you.
“fuck y/n, take it all, take all my fucking cum,” he moaned as he continued to coat your walls with his release. suna slowly pulled out, wincing at the oversensitivity, but he pushed his fingers inside you, making sure none of his seed were to dribble down and out of your hole.
“yeah, that’s it baby. wouldn’t want any of this to go to waste.” he said, kissing your back and inching up to kiss your cheek as you panted against akaashi’s chest. you felt suna move to the side of the two of you and akaashi’s hands moving down towards your waist, placing you in his lap.
“you think you got one more in you, pretty girl?” he whispered, kissing your neck and down to your collarbone, adding more hickeys to suna’s mix. you looked at him with your hair messy and nodded your head. “atta girl.”
you lifted your hips, shaking in the process as akaashi guided your hips so you were hovering over his length. suna had stretched you out so there wasn’t much pain when you sat yourself onto akaashi’s lap, filling you up to the brim.
“oh fuck, you’re so big keiji, shit,” you slowly bounced yourself up and down, bringing your hands up to play with your breasts as he slid his hands up and down your waist.
“yeah? you feel so fucking good,” his answer made you shake, your body sensitive from the past orgasms. the combination of your slick and orgasm along with suna’s made it easier to thrust into you, the feeling made him tense on the spot. you threw your head back as you continued to grind yourself down into him as he guided you with his hands on your hips. the familiar feeling began to build up in your core once more, but you tried to ignore it.
akaashi thought you looked beautiful like this, your hair matted to your forehead as you continued to grind yourself down into him trying to chase your final impending release. he bucked his hips up to meet yours. the feeling of his pelvis meeting your clit made you tremble, your release just around the corner.
suna watched the two of you with his hand jerking his length slowly, relishing in your moans and how you looked while riding his best friend. “keiji, you should do it.” god no, please. what is ‘it?’
“oh fuck, you gonna be good, princess?” akaashi’s eyes darkened with lust. the thought of you crying and not being allowed to cum made him harder, if that was even possible. suna smirked and stood up with one hand on the ceiling, prodding his tip at your swollen lips. “suck my cock, yeah?”
“please, fuck, i’m a good girl.” you were so fucking close, it was driving you mad and all thanks to suna, he gave akaashi the idea of denying your orgasm. you looked over at suna who was still swiping his dick along your lips. you grabbed his shaft and put his tip in your mouth, jerking him off with minimal effort. akaashi brought his thumb down to your clit, rubbing circles onto your neglected nub as you continued to suck off suna.
“you look so fucking pretty riding my cock and with rin’s in your mouth,” akaashi was getting close for the second time that night and he knew you were on the edge as well but he wanted to have his fun with you.
“fuck, ’m gonna cum again, can i please cum?” you whined taking suna’s length out of your mouth as you spoke before he practically thrusted himself back into your mouth. the need to finish was becoming unbearable as you ground your hips into his as you begged for your orgasm. just after you begged, he removed his thumb from you and placed it back onto your hip. you bobbed your head up and down onto suna, eye contact switching from the two of them, as if you were asking for permission to finish.
“hm, not yet, darling.” akaashi cooed, running his hand through your hair. “soon though, i promise.” you felt tears brimming in your eyes, trying to ignore the need to cum, but you had to be their good girl. you held onto your orgasm as he continued to fuck into you, his pace never faltering.
you needed to cum, and you needed to cum now, it was becoming intolerable.
“please keiji, i need to, i can’t.”
“yes you can.” he knew that he couldn’t hold on much longer himself, he was on the edge even if you didn’t feel it. he knew that he couldn’t deny your orgasm again because if he did, he was going to finish before you did. suna was close too, his hand in your hand as he guided you up and down onto him, the way you focused your tongue on the tip and jerked him off with your hand while being thrusted into was all too much for him. it was as if both of them had read each other’s minds.
“y/n. cum.” and with that, your whole body trembled as your final orgasm made you see stars. you rocked your hips as akaashi continued to stroke into you before he shot his seed into you once more with a final thrust. suna followed shortly after as he pulled out of your mouth quickly before finishing all over your chest.
“fuck, you’re such a fuckin’ tease.” suna laughed as he walked off of the bed and reached for his sweatpants, and put them on before walking into the bathroom to get you a towel. before he came back, you looked over at akaashi as you felt your face hot. you had never thought the calm and composed best friend of yours was dirty.
“hi keiji,” you whispered as you hid your face in the crevice of his neck. you felt him softening inside you as you lifted your hips for suna to come and wipe down when he came back.
“hi y/n,” he whisper-shouted back to you and placed a kiss on your forehead as he wrapped his arms. you sunk into his embrace as you heard suna walk back into the room and wipe you clean with the towel. you were exhausted.
“next time, you’re doing the aftercare.” suna grumbled as he continued to wipe you down before throwing the towel somewhere on the floor. he handed you a blanket and climbed into bed with you and akaashi.
“next time?” akaashi asked, not sure if he had heard suna right.
