finding out frat iwazumi has a tongue piercing……. :p
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the vibration from the speakers downstairs were felt on your back, while you laid down on iwazumis bed. he had your hips pinned down with his forearms, caging you in so you aren’t moving around for him.
“hold still… movin’ too much—“ he said against your puffy folds.
he dipped his head down on you again, but you stopped him, grabbing his hair and sitting up slightly on both elbows.
“what is that..?” you spoke shyly, raising a brow down at iwa
“what is what?” he said, resting his cheek on your inner thigh while he waited for you to release your fingers from his hair.
“feels hard— like cold everytime you go back down.”
“ohhhh~ you talkin’ about this?—“ he drew his tongue out from his mouth, revealing a small metal ball on his red tongue, licking a strip on your lower stomach. “—just got it, got dared by the guys and they told me they’d pay for all my drinks if I did it.”
you groaned, throwing your head back on the pillow. “god you’re stupid…”
he laid more kisses on your lower stomach, inner thighs, going back to your pussy. he pecked your clit before licking an experimental strip on your folds.
“feel it? right here—“ he rolled his tongue in circles around your clit, watching your movements precisely. “—feel good?”
you arched your back up, thighs threatening to sit on him, unable to keep still underneath Jim and his gaze. “right there— yes haijime…”
he slapped one palm over your thigh, bracing your legs wide open, keeping both hands down on your thighs. he continued, moving his piercing in specific directions to drive you insane.
“after this— ‘wanna go take shots off your tits. you’ll hold the lime between your lips okay?”
i have EXTREME bodyguard!osamu brainrot so here you go
bodyguard!osamu who is not just your bodyguard but also your personal chef. there hasn't been a single day this man hasn't cooked what you asked him to for you. he loves spoiling you because you're his princess .
bodyguard!osamu who invited you to dinner one day to his house and his twin couldn't stop flirting with you so he pulled your chair closer to his during dinner and gave atsumu a deathstare. his twin knew to stop now.
bodyguard!osamu who smashed a guy's face against the bar because he wouldn't stop pestering you on the dance floor and then picked you up and left the place.
bodyguard!osamu who stays behind you at all times not just because he's your bodyguard but because he loves admiring your ass, cannot stop fisting himself every night and has moaned your name obsessively while climaxing.
bodyguard!osamu who almost confessed to you one time because you said yes to a date with another guy but had to stop himself because he was scared you'd reject him.
bodyguard!osamu who couldn't control himself anymore and confessed to you anyways right before he ate you out in the kitchen with your legs on his shoulders.
.ᐟ ℳPLAYING DANGEROUS- Police officer! Aki Hayakawa x Devil! reader: Hayakawa catches you at the scene of a crime but with your lustful tongue and a simple glare he lets you off under one condition...
thinking about nerdy boyfriend tsukishima getting a blowie<3
~time skip tsukki~
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“y/n please,” he whimpers, forcing you down on his cock. your throat closing each time his tip touches the back of it making him hiss.
his fingers entangled in your braids, grip harder than a rock. his cock fully in your mouth, your tounge swirling and slurping on his base. his legs shake and his head goes back in pleasure, his breath hitched in the back of his throat.
he pulled you off of him, you choking and coughing on your own saliva. his heavy shaky breaths make your pussy even wetter, his thighs shaking ever so lightly at the stimulation.
you stroked up slowly and tightly, your freehand on your clit pleasuring yourself. you latch your lips onto the tip of his cock, sucking and tonguing around with his slit
“mm fuck, y/n ‘m gonna cum.”
you felt his cock twitch, you lifted your head up. you took your hand off your clit to help you stroke his cock faster. both of your hands going in circular motions, different directions with spit coming from your lips.
his body shook, his fingers gripping the side of the sheets from the heavy pleasure.
“y/n, y/- fuck!”
just like that, a dribble of cum came out of his tip till the rest spurted on your face and chest. left leg shaking, and his breathing was heavy. you moved up towards him to kiss him, taking your finger to wipe the cum dripping from your face into his mouth to taste himself.
It's Monday–which means two nights ago, Koutaro Bokuto and I slept together.
I can still feel his wet kiss against my swollen lips, his calloused hands trailing along my skin as he used his tongue to assault my neck. I can feel his much larger body domineering over me as my thick thighs wrap around his torso, the assertiveness of his silvery voice delivering sweet praises into my ear. The sound of him groaning at the touch of my fingers in his hair is still fresh in my mind. And lastly, I still feel the length of him in between my legs.
He completely ripped my body into pieces. It's foolish to say now, but I thought I'd die in his hold. I felt my insides be penetrated by him and cried as my body forcefully opened for him. He cut straight through and left behind a broken me.
He'd ram into my body and smirk at my high-pitched mewls. And when I was inches away from grasping my peak, he'd stop or slow down. He found pleasure in edging me and he loved watching me dismantle before him. He enjoyed watching himself destroy my entire being but he loved rebuilding me even more.
After the storm, he rebuilt me. He picked up the scattered pieces and reconnected them. With each piece, he handled with care like I was an antique glass. He held every part of me delicately as if he hadn't already destroyed me. But he didn't follow my original blueprint. No, he put the pieces back where he saw fit. He rebuilt me to his liking.
His love altered my brain chemistry and I don't think I can ever go back. Bokuto completely eradicated me and replaced me with a new being. I'm on a high just thinking about him.
So yeah, I'm anxious but it's a good anxious.
"Wipe that cheesy smile off your face." Monica looks over at me from the driver's seat. Even though her voice is strict, her smile is bigger than mine.
Mama and Monica drilled into me the next day. Bokuto left lovebites all along my neck and thighs; they saw them immediately after I came in. I didn't even make it through the foyer before they bombarded me with questions. Monica has been with me since I was formed so of course I had no problem sharing with her and Mama doesn't mind us having sex, as long as we're safe.
I just didn't tell them who I slept with. I want it to be a secret for a little while longer. Whatever Bokuto and I have going on feels personal, I don't want anyone to know yet. I only told them he was a fine guy from the party.
"I don't know, I think I'll keep it on," I reply, widening my grin.
Her eyes roll but her smile stays. "Why won't you tell who you slept with?" Her light eyes gleam with curiosity.
"Because it's a secret." I purse my lips and hover my index finger over my mouth.
She pouts, largening her puppy dog eyes. "But I'm dyinggggg to know." She grazes her fingers along my neck. The hickies are still faintly there. "I need to know who marked up like this."
I shrug showing indifference. "You're just going to have to wait a little bit longer."
~~~
My leg won't stop bouncing nor will my heart slow down. My eyes are glued onto the clock above the door. In less than 30 seconds, the bell will ring signaling 2nd period is over. My next class is precalculus, and I have that class with Bokuto.
The final words from my Economics blur and replace with the smokey voice of Bokuto. The precious praises he sang to me that night run rampant in my brain. The scent of cedar and alcohol infiltrates my nostrils as I remember him being pressed against me. The seductive glint from his medallion eyes is all I see.
I wonder if he'll speak to me. I hope he does but I'll be content if he doesn't. It'll be funner if we secretly share glances from across the room. Our eyes would be locked onto each other as we exchange a conversation no one else can decipher. Maybe he'll send me a wink before turning away and smirking–that'll send my heart into overdrive. I clench my thighs hoping he'll raise his eyebrow at me, it's so attractive when he does.
The bell finally rings and I'm the first out the door. My things were already packed and I was at the edge of my seat waiting in anticipation. I never thought I'd skip to my precalculus class; especially since Mrs. Braize is unbearable, yet here I am practically skipping through students. I bite my lip to hold my grin as I do but it's useless. I fill my cheeks with a smile and earn confused stares in reward.
I'm the second person to enter the small classroom. The first one to get here is always Claire Baskely. She has an unusual love for math, calculus specifically. She is a thin girl with short chestnut hair draping around her porcelain skin. Some days she wears her thick black glasses, today she isn't. Her sage eyes beam at me as a smile spreads across her face. Normally, I'd half smile her way but today I return her gesture.
"Good morning, Mrs. Garcia." Mrs. Braize's straight voice greets me. I look at her slender figure and see her sky irises glaring at me. I never give her a smile. She's so far up her own behind that she doesn't deserve it. She pleasures herself by picking on every student in the building. She scolds kids if they stutter over an answer and kicks kids out if she catches them drifting off to sleep. Bokuto has been reprimanded by her plenty of times and I despise her because of it.
Usually, I'd give her a slight nod but I'm in such a good mood that she gets a beaming smile. Her eyes widen at my expression and I turn to walk to my seat.
"Your sister did exceptionally well this morning." Mrs. Braize informs me when I turn my back to her. Monica has the class before me. She's always complaining about getting sent to the office for sleeping.
"Did she?" I act surprised to humor her. "Mama will be happy to hear that."
"I bet she will." The prim teacher says when I take my seat. "I hope you've been encouraging her. You excel in this class and I know she can too."
That's true. Monica is smarter than she claims. She just plays dumb because she surrounded herself with a bunch of idiots. "Yes, she can."
Our short exchange ends when more kids began to pile into her class. My heart reaches my toes as anticipation replaces the blood in my body. The fact that he can enter at any movement makes my palms sweat. I wonder what he's wearing. I'm wearing a black shirt that barely shoes off my midriff with black jogger pants to match. I would throw a hoodie over this but I'll never love my body if I cover it all the time.
Baby steps, I'm taking baby steps.
Three minutes pass but they feel like hours. I knew I'd be waiting until the last moment, Bokuto always steps in as the bell ring. I don't think he's been on time since school started last month. Mrs. Braize scolded him at first but she knows the battles she can and can't win.
My body jolts when the sharp and clear bell fills the classroom. I shift my eyes to the door the second I hear it over the bell. The jovial sound vibrates in my chest drowning out everything around me. It's deep and rich like the soil in the Caribbean, fluid like the waves that crash against the Puerto Rican shore. My breath escapes my throat when I see him step in.
He's dressed in his favorite purple varsity jacket with some washed-out jeans. A gold chain hangs from his neck and a small diamond earring resides in his left ear. His flawless face is consumed with laughter and his eyes are sealed shut. His hair is styled...up. I don't know why that surprises me. He's always worn his mismatched hair up.
He walks in with his friend Mark. Mark is a brunette with an ego as big as the sky. He's on the football team and he's always bragging about he's the best. I can't lie he's playing skills are impeccable but he flaunts it like he'll die if he doesn't. I don't know how Bokuto tolerates him, maybe he's faking it.
"Mark, you're so stupid." Bokuto laughs as he lightly shoves his friend. "We should definitely go see her this weekend."
Mark's face turns red with amusement as he agrees. "She'll love that too. She won't be able to keep her hands off of you."
I have no idea who they're talking about. All I know is that anger flashes through my veins at the thought of another girl laying a finger on Bokuto. Bokuto and I obviously aren't dating but something definitely sparked between us the night we slept together. The chance of something beautiful blossoming between is high and I don't want anything to jeopardize that. Or anyone.
Mrs. Braize's keen eyes scowl at them. "Boys, to your seats!" She barks before turning back to the board. The boys stifle their laughs and walk to their assigned seats. They sat together when the year started but Mrs. Braize was quick to separate them when they kept being disruptive.
My seat is in the middle near the window. Mark's in the front and Bokuto's is two rows to my left in the back. I want him to notice me so I straighten my back and heighten my shoulders. I hold my head up as I keep my eyes steady on him as he strides to his desk. My heart palpitates when his eyes flicker to me but instead of grinning like I planned to do, I frown.
His eyes are the same angular shape, the same deep gold color they've always been but they're different. Completely different than the eyes I gazed into Friday night. His eyes are a mixture of amusement, pride, and vacuousness. It's a distinct contrast from the intense, angry, and dark eyes I saw before. It doesn't even feel like the same person. It's as if the Bokuto on Friday has disappeared. And so have the feelings I had for him.
But that can't be right. I've known this Bokuto since middle school. I've always had strong feelings for him, they can't just disappear because I saw him in a different light for one night. But, when I look at the boy that has hair pointed to the ceiling, I don't feel the same as I did for the boy whose hair stuck to his forehead Friday night. I look at him and feel nothing.
As I'm battling confusion in my brain, Bokuto's eyes briefly study me. They widen slightly and confusion flashes through them. His eyebrows do raise but not in the attractive way I was hoping for. He genuinely looks lost when he looks at me. But that confusion disappears the second it appears. He shrugs carelessly as if I never existed to him.
~~~
"Vero."
Monica snaps for my attention for the third time in five minutes. I guide my eyes to her and tilt my head. "Yes?"
Her lips deepen into a frown. "What's wrong?" She reaches across the table and holds my hand. "You've barely eaten your lunch and it's your favorite."
Mama randomly decided to cook Puerto Rico's national dish over the weekend, Arroz con Gandules. I've loved it ever since I was little. I'd clean the plate whenever it was made but today I can barely swallow it. My mouth tastes like copper and I don't want to risk eating and throwing up.
"I'm not hungry." I reply flatly. That's the honest truth. After this morning, I've lost my appetite completely.
Monica narrows her eyes at me. "Yeah, right. You could eat a cow and still go for seconds." I smile but it drops when my eyes catch Bokuto with his friends in my peripheral. Anger shoots through my blood when I do. He's laughing and carrying on like nothing has changed between us. He's ignoring me like those praises he whispered to me are meaningless. Like I'm meaningless.
"I'm fine, Moni." I huff out trying to suppress my anger. Not buying my terrible act, she furrows her eyebrows. Before she can speak, a voice interrupts her.
"Veronica?"
Monica and I turn our heads synchronously to see Maya and Gabby approaching our table.
Gabby's round eyes widen with surprise before she smiles softly. "Wow, you two really are in sync." She giggles.
Gabby is really beautiful when she isn't intoxicated. Her authentic delicate features are such a contrast to the distasteful acts she commits with her boyfriend. She has a soft doll aura and her outfit displays that. Her voluminous afro crowns her head accenting her pastel purple blouse and light blue bell-bottom jeans. You'd never guess she runs the streets when night falls.
Maya looks the opposite of Gabby but they both share an intimidating aroma. The light bounces off Maya's gloss lips and her black glasses rest perfectly on her round face. Her clothes hug her thick hourglass body and her high heels elevate her stance. She too is beautiful when she's not intoxicated.
"Hey, you two." Monica greets the newcomers. I don't know how she isn't tensing by their gazes. Maybe that's because their gaze isn't on her but on me.
Maya reaches into her back pocket and pulls out a small beige keychain with a soft teddy bear and a rose to match. She holds it to me waiting for me to accept it. Narrowing my eyes at the chain I look at her with my eyebrows raised.
She sighs before looking at her counterpart. "You know I'm not good at this."
Gabby understands, looks at me, and dips her head. "We're sorry about Friday. Us being intoxicated isn't an excuse for laughing at you like that."
Maya nods and bows her head also. "Yeah. It was stupid of us. Stupid of Sugawara too. He's sorry too but he's too much of a pussy to come and apologize."
Gabby hums. "He bought the keychain though. I know money and gifts can't buy forgiveness but we hope this is a start."
I'm stunned. I thought they were too intoxicated to remember anything. I soften my gaze at them. I've always found them intimidating and looked down on their poor life choices but they didn't have to apologize to me. They could have just forgotten about it, instead, they're expressing their deepest apologies with a cute gift.
I glance at Monica whose eyes are squinting and eyebrows pinched together. I never told her about my exchange with her group of friends, I didn't want her to pity me.
I flash a small smile at the girls while I accept their gift. "Thank you. I really appreciate it. Tell Sugawara that I forgive him and I'm not mad."
Relief replaces their anxious eyes. Gabby's round brown cheeks fill with a smile making her dimples pop out. "Yay!" She cheers, leans in, and wraps her arms around me. She pulls me into a tight and her jasmine scent tickles my nose.
"I hope we can be friends." She wishes when she pulls away. "Especially if you start going out with Bokuto."
"¿Qué?" Monica's eyes largen and her mouth hangs open as she comes to a realization. Looks like the cat is out of the bag.
"You slept with Bokuto!?" She whisper-screeches. I know she wants to holler out the news but is conscious that Bokuto is in the vicinity.
"Did you actually sleep with him?" Maya pulls out a chair next to me and plops down. "I saw you two leave but I didn't know where you guys were going."
Gabby takes a seat next to Monica. "Yeah, Tetsu refreshed my memory in the morning. Bokuto was really going to lay into Suga." She chuckles. "Bout time, Suga has been more aggressive recently." She gives Maya a knowing look.
Maya shrugs and defends her boyfriend. "His house is in turmoil, I'd be lashing out too."
"Wait, wait." Monica scrunches her face and waves her hand in the air. "Can someone please tell me what happened? Specifically you." She points her acrylic nail at me. I let out a defeated sigh. I want to hold onto the truth just a little longer but when I glance at Bokuto, I wonder why I'm holding onto the truth so tightly.
I don't want to accept the idea of Bokuto just using me, I don't want to be a fling that he forgets about the next morning. I want to be more than just a body he pressed himself into. I want to be the prize he claims proudly, I want to be the sea he chooses to drown in–I want to be his one and only. But his reaction to me this morning tells me that isn't going to happen.
All I am to him now is the girl that he's forgotten.
May I get Ushijima rearranging your guts because he came home to finding you in his hoodie that is just so oversized on you and that triggered his size kink 🥰
Thank you queen I'm your biggest fan 🤤
Thanks for this ask I totally did not use it to project my own size kink onto ushiwaka NSFW!! minors dni
- Ushijima had not failed to take notice of how elfin you looked in comparison to him. He didn’t think of it as something out of the ordinary as he found himself staring a little too long at how tiny your hands looked clasped in his, or how your arms barely reached around his shoulders even as you stood on your tip-toes.
- He had felt his heart swell every time you’d ask him to lean down to give you a kiss with a slight pout on your lips.
- But nothing could have prepared him for when he returned home from practice one day, only to find you curled up on the couch clad in nothing but his purple hoodie. The air left his lungs and he inwardly groaned as you stretched your arms behind your head, your fingertips peeking out from the baggy sleeve-ends.
- Noticing his presence, you gave him a smile as you outstretched your arms towards him from where you remained seated on the couch.
- A small smile graced his lips as he strode towards the middle of the living room. you expected him to embrace you and kiss your forehead as usual, but a startled noise left you as he crashed his lips onto yours instead.
- “mhmm looks like someone missed me” you said, smiling as you pulled away a little.
- Ushijima replied with a curt “I did” before taking over your lips again, firmly running his tongue over your bottom lip as a plea of wanting your tongue against his.
- he gently pushed you back down on the couch, his mouth not leaving yours for even a second, only pulling away when you clawed at his shirt, desperate to feel his bare skin.
- getting off the couch, he stripped himself off of his shirt and pants in one go, hovering above you for a moment to simply gaze at your delicate form in his humungous piece of clothing.
- but the longing stare of your lover made you almost insecure as your eyes darted away from his and you tried to wrap your arms around yourself,
- “is everything okay Toshi? Why’d you stop?”
- Ushijima read you like an open book, immediately pulling your arms back aside and pinning them above your head.
- “was just admiring how precious my good little girl looks in my clothes” he mumbled in his deep voice, which still carried an undertone of gentleness that made your body relax immediately.
- his words on the other hand made your blush spread right down your core as you clenched your legs together.
- the action did not go unnoticed by wakatoshi as he spread your legs apart with his knee. Sliding his calloused fingers down in between your legs , he moaned as his knuckle came in direct contact with your dripping heat,
- “all bare hmm? is this what you wanted little one? for daddy to come home and fuck your tiny little hole until you don’t remember anything but his name?”
- you bucked your hips in response as you felt his thumb trace around your sensitive nub before a finger entered you, forcing a moan out your lips.
- “use your words, tell me what you want baby.”
- “need you inside me so bad toshi. want you to stretch my hole and fill it to the brim with your cum plea-’
- you didn’t get to finish as all the restraint inside the usually composed wakatoshi fell apart as he once again pressed his lips against yours, one of his hands coming around your throat to squeeze firmly, and the other hurriedly pulling his hard member out of his briefs.
- you went to grab the edge of your hoodie to take it off but wakatoshi had other plans as he stilled your movements with one hand,
- “keep it on” he groaned out, his voice deep and dripping with lust
- you rolled your hips against his, desperate for any kind of friction as you felt his erection press against your inner thigh,
- “please don’t tease toshi...just need you to stuff me full of your cock right now.”
- a loud groan rumbled deep from his chest as your words sent him feral, picking you up, he entered your dripping wet hole with just his tip, you arms going around his neck for balance.
- he looked down, eyes fixated on your cunt not even halfway down his cock but already so stretched out as your juices dripped down his shaft
- your body burned hot and cold as he finally bottomed out, rubbing that one spot against your inside that made your walls clamp down harder around his throbbing member
- “taking me so well babygirl- fuck I’d have you warm my cock forever if I could” he grunted out as his thrusts got sloppier
- slipping a hand down to your clit, he messily rubbed circles onto it in line with him bouncing you on his cock. it didn’t take you much long after that to crumble around him, your head falling into his broad chest, arms clutching onto his muscular shoulders, and legs shaking as you found your release.
- he helped you ride out your orgasm, spilling into you with a loud moan himself as he pressed your fragile body close to his own.
- your heavy breaths filled the air and your face flustered as you felt toshi slip two fingers down to collect the remnants of his seed that had spilled out, pushing them back into your cunt
- “Maybe I should steal your clothes more often now” you said as you laughed out breathily.
- “they look better on you anyways” Ushijima replied while brushing your hair out of your face, the tender look on his face the complete opposite of the lust driven beast that he had been a moment ago.
- you yelped as he picked you up off the couch easily, carrying you into the bathroom to run you a warm bath and massage all the sore spots he knew he would have caused.
- yeah, you’re definitely wearing his clothes more often from now on.
Synopsis: (MxF) Volleyball tryouts for your college are near and you had been a setter in your previous school but are a little rusty at it still, so you ask the best setter you know for pointers, your brother's best friend, Koshi Sugawara
Warnings: Heavy smut, degradation, oral (m/f), praise, slight age gap, choking, language, creampie, bruising, spanking, hair tugging, spit, fluff.
(Will be long, bear with me.)
A/N: I'm so sorry with how long this took me to write, I lost motivation halfway through then got it back. Also, the ending isn't exactly how I wanted to finish it but it's 2:20 AM right now and I'm beyond too tired to rewrite it. Also if you see any typos let me know so I can fix them, this is not previewed so I'm sorry for any mistakes.
It has been ages since you've stepped into a gym, the last time being when you had your Volleyball awards for the last time of your third year. You take a big whiff of the air around you and breathe out slowly and deeply, relishing in the smell of fresh, new, leather volleyballs coming into the start of the new season.
Even though you've never been in your school's gym yet, your feet somehow know their way to the back near the locker rooms and stop right in front of the tryout list. You grab the black pen hanging from a white rope thumb-tacked onto the corkboard and sign your name on the list with your preferred position next to it; setter.
You've heard rumors that your school's previous setter had to drop out of school, and they didn't have a replacement, which left the position wide open for you to steal. You used to be the setter on the Karasuno's female team, and you were quite good, but it's been two years out of practice and you knew you'd need to shape up again before tryouts.
Once you leave the gym, you drop off your aide ID in the front office where you have your last period, community services, which is basically a freebie class as it's just volunteer work, but regardless it was one of your favorites, and you head back to the parking lot to find your car and drive back to your apartment.
You pull into your parking spot a little after 4pm and head into your place. Most people would describe it as quaint, but that was fine with you because it was yours, and it was affordable. The moment you set your things down on your nightstand, you pull out your phone and dial your brother's number.
"Hey y/n."
"Hey Asahi how's it going?"
"Not too bad, I'm just working on some new designs for the season."
"Oh cool, send me a pic of them I wanna see."
"Ha, when I'm done with the first outfit I will."
"Good, anyways I have a favor to ask."
"Anything, what is it?"
"Well, I had signed up for volleyball tryouts today an-
"Oh wow, that's great! I was wondering if you'd pursue it again."
"Yeah, thanks! Anyways I wrote my name down for the setter position and I was wondering if you'd be able to help me with that."
"2 things, you're already a fantastic setter, and I was the Ace. Don't know the first thing about setting."
"No, I know, I was going to ask if you'd give me Suga's number. He told me if I needed to practice to call him and he'd always be down to help."
"Oh! Yeah, I can send you his number."
"Great, thanks Asahi!"
"No worries, love ya, and remember to save me a seat for your first game."
"Love ya too and thanks."
You hang up the phone and get the notification Asahi sent you and click on it to add the number to your contacts. Once you save it, you dial the number and hope someone picks up.
"Hello this is Mr.Sugawara, may I ask who's calling?"
The gentle, yet velvety voice from the man sends a once familiar tingle to between your legs and you stifle it as you remember why you called him in the first place.
"Mr.Sugawara huh? That's what you like being called now."
"Excuse me?"
"I remember how fond of it you were when I used to call you Muffin."
"Hah, oh it's you, hi y/n."
"Hi Muffin, how are you?"
"Good, and how about you butterfly?"
"I'm fantastic now that I'm talking to you. Uh but speaking of Butterflies, I actually have a favor."
"Hm?"
"Would you be down for helping me practice being a setter?'
"Aren't you one already?"
"Was, now I'm back and I'm about 2 years out of practice so I need help."
"Well in that case I'll help. Where are we meeting?"
"Not sure yet, I don't have access to the gym after school hours."
"No worries, I'll send you the address to my place, I have a community gym."
"Great, would Saturday afternoon be okay?"
"Tomorrow?"
"Yeah."
"Sure, I have to finish grading paperwork but I'll talk to you soon."
You both say your goodbyes and hang up. A smile beams on your face from his acceptance and you head off to your kitchen to eat your dinner and head to bed to start the day tomorrow.
You wake up at 8am sharp and do your daily routine of skincare, teeth, hair, and makeup. After doing it all you make your bed and finish packing up a go-bag for the gym later and throw in your pair of volleyball shoes, before you place them in the bag you glaze over the black velvet and smile brightly at the thought of you getting to wear them again. You also throw in your knee pads and head out to your normal breakfast place, the cafe near your house.
A few hours pass and you and Suga are ready to meet. You input the address into maps and head off. When you arrive, the first thing you notice is the large keypad in front of the very large and intricate black iron gate protecting the housing community. You input the numbers he had given you and driven around the bend and pull into a parking lot to which you assume is the gym. You exit the car and grab your bag and things and head into the front doors where you're greeted by somebody.
"Hello, welcome to Errice Park Gym, may I see your community ID?"
"Sorry?" You ask the woman with a tilt of your head.
"Apologies, but only members with community IDs may access the gym?"
"Okay, how may I get one?" You ask the lady while leaning your elbows on the desk. You have to hold back a scoff from how uptight all this seems and from the way she is eyeing you.
"Do you live here miss?"
"No, I don't"
"Unfortunately our services are only avail-"
She gets cut off by the large and wonderfully manicured hand that had been placed on the countertop in the commotion.
"She is my guest, ID 352."
"Of course Mr.Sugawara my apologies." She turns to look at you, the look on your face is a mix of flustered and amazed at the same time. "Enjoy your visit." She bows her head to you and Suga nods his head towards the hallway he came from and beckons you to follow.
"Wow, Koshi I didn't think you'd made this much money being a teacher to live in a place like this."
"Perks of being a private school teacher." He says with a rub of his neck.
You take in the features you haven't seen in a few years now. He still has his iconic gray hair and mole with the piercing brown eyes that have always made you swoon, but his physique and prowess have gotten more large and defined than you remember, and it isn't a bad thing. You trail your eyes down from walking behind him and notice his ass has gotten bigger too, doesn't help that he's already in a pair of gym shorts that hug his form perfectly...and the thighs, you have to practically wipe the drool from your lip.
You've never been good at hiding your thoughts about Koshi, he knows it and just about everyone else too, but neither of you have acted on it, for reasons mostly due to him. So, you reluctantly push all your flirtatious comments aside and try to focus on why you are here.
After catching up and making small talk while walking through various hallways, Koshi leads you to a far back door which leads to an even bigger area with no one else inside of it, and itself is a community volleyball court.
"Holy shit this place has everything."
"Mm, just about."
He closes the door behind you guys and walks you over to a few bleachers set up on the side and you set your things down.
"It's good to see you again Butterfly, you look great."
"Thanks, Muffin you do too."
You both smile at each other before he chuckles and pulls you into a hug, which lasts longer than expected. You pull away and tuck hair away from your face.
"I was surprised you called, I didn't realize you kept my number."
"I got it from my brother."
"Oh, how's Asahi doing?"
"Really good actually, his clothing line is really taking off." You talk with high praise of your brother.
"Amazing, I'm proud of him. We haven't talked as much as I'd like but I've missed him."
"Me too."
"I've missed you too."
"Oh.."
Your breath feels shallow as you suck in some air from the look he gives you as you notice him trailing your body. He smiles as he does, with his normal boyish charm but you can't help but feel some other sense behind it.
Not wanting to drag on, you and Koshi decide to get on with it and start. He shows you the locker room to change and after you come back out, you both do stretches and begin.
Unfortunately for you, you are way more out of practice than you realize. Koshi starts off slow for you, throwing you serves you should be able to easily set but everything is off; your form, your fingertip placement, your focus, it's just not there. You lost count of how many balls have bounced out of bounds or how many net shots you've set, it's honestly embarrassing.
After this last set, you groan and squat down to the floor and throw your head back in frustration. Suga shakes his head and chuckles and sits next to you.
"Well, to be blunt, you kinda suck." Suga says poking fun at you.
"Yeah, I know." You groan again and throw yourself backward and land with a small thunk of your head hitting the polished wood of the court. You rub the back of your head with your fingertips and hear a snort come from Suga.
You feel soft fingertips rub your bare thigh above the knee as Suga's voice tries to comfort you.
"Hey now, you're just out of practice it's okay."
"I know but I shouldn't be that bad."
"It happens, and that's why I'm here."
He squeezes your leg delicately and you turn your head to look at him as he looks at you. You both smile at each other and he squeezes your thigh again.
"You're cute."
You get immediately flustered and look up and away from him.
You hear him giggle before he pats your leg and reaches a hand out to help you up. You take it and pop up before he holds onto your lower back to stabilize you while you stand.
"Let's do some more exercises okay? Then well call it a day and come back tomorrow."
"Okay."
You follow Suga into the middle of the court and stand in front of him as he instructs you which exercises to do to better your form, he also goes into explaining how they'll help. So far you've done lunges, jumping jacks, toe touches, and now you're onto squats.
"You can do better than that Butterfly."
He says pointing to your high squat and mocks at it.
"My thighs hurt." You whine.
"The burn means it's working." He smiles at you and you stick your tongue out in return. "Come on, seriously I know you can go lower. "
"No, I can't" You tease.
"Yes you can," he teases back. "Be good and get your ass low." His voice changes from playful to husky in a heartbeat. It gives you whiplash and you can't help but feel a tingle in your core. You gulp but as much as you try you can't seem to get lower.
"Let's go Y/n." He says stepping closer to you in that same husky tone.
"I'm trying."
"Not hard enough."
You roll your eyes and it doesn't go unnoticed. You feel two strong grips on your thighs right before the hem of your spandex and you lock eyes with his. The normal gaze of flirtation and comfort is replaced by seriousness and hunger? His eyes stay locked with your as you feel his hands push down on your thighs adding weight and you feel your calves and hamstrings almost give out. You grit your teeth and clench your hips where your hands rest but you never break eye contact. When you get to an acceptable squat for Suga, he looks down where his hands are and slowly pulls away.
"Good girl, I knew you could do it." He practically whispers the first part but you catch it as you shakily stand up from your squat.
You can tell that your core is instantly flooded from those words and the way his gaze held yours. You try to subtly adjust yourself by squeezing your thighs together but unbeknownst to you, Suga catches it.
Neither of you acknowledge what was said and start gathering your belongings and cleaning up your mess. After the both of you finish, you begin chatting like nothing had happened.
You two say your goodbyes and give hugs before parting ways as you agree to meet again here tomorrow at the same time. You hide your eagerness to go home and shower and relax and practically speed back.
The next morning comes and you had a rather specific wet dream about your tutor. You couldn't stop dreaming about his hands on your thighs and his words of praise next to your ear, the way his fingertips felt on your thighs. It was unbearable not being able to feel it in person last night.
This morning went by rather quickly as you do your normal routine and change into an acceptable outfit and you made it to the gym rather quick. Suga was waiting for you in the front lounge this time to avoid the concierge, and you both made it back to the same empty court you were in yesterday.
"Hey butterfly, how'd you sleep?"
He asks smiling at you at his smile reaches his eyes as he hugs you and helps grab your bag. His adorable mole catches your eyes in the process.
You think back to the wet dreams you had and throw your hair into a bun to get ut out of your face and you blush as a particular scene you remember comes to mind.
"Oh, uh, I slept well."
"That's good. Did you have any good dreams? I had a few that were really nice."
He says giving you a sly wink and a smirk.
"Actually no, rather uneventful." You lie, trying to avoid looking him in the eyes.
He chuckles as he sets your bag on the bench and takes off his black gym jacket and sets it next to your bag. You gulp as you see him stretch his arms over his head and watch as his shoulders pop and muscles ripple from the stretch and you have to lick your lips at the sudden dehydration you're feeling.
"Wow, you've gotten hotter since the last time I saw you."
"You saw me yesterday."
"Yes, but you weren't showing your amazing arms yesterday. Instantly hotter." You say with a wave of your hand over his body and he just shakes his head and smiles.
"Uh-huh, come on let's stretch first."
You both begin doing the same stretches as yesterday and a few new ones you decided to throw in that you remembered from high school. The final one you do is a toe touch but you just can't seem to stretch all the way down from the cramp in your lower back and Suga takes notice. He gets up from his butterfly squat and walks up behind you and very gingerly grabs your hips, his fingertips barely ghosting under the waistband of your spandex shorts. You inhale a sharp breath when you feel his pelvis against your ass and can't help but bite your lip as you realize what he's doing. He places a hand on the small of your back and pushes you down.
"Suga, what are you doing?" You say flirtily.
"Just trying to help you stretch, you seemed stiff is all."
He says while pulling away. Before he does, you grab his wrist and place it back on your hip.
"No don't, it's helping."
You say turning your neck and smirking at him as he grinds his pelvis into you more and pushes you further down till you reach your toes and hear a pop come from your back and he pulls away with a little disappointment to you. You groan and stand back up and notice Suga has moved a few steps away from you now. A short look of confusion crosses your face but you decide to ignore it for now and grab a ball to begin practicing.
The practice goes by quick with no other distractions and surprisingly no mess-ups from you. You've always been a quick learner so there's been a definite improvement since yesterday. When the session ends, you walk over to the bench to grab your bag to change but Suga's voice catches you before you walk away.
"Hey butterfly, do you have plans later?"
He asks before sipping from his bottle. Your eyes catch a single drop of water slide out from the corner of his mouth and roll down his face to his neck, down to his collarbones, and into his shirt. You've never been more jealous of water in your life.
"Not really, I was just gonna go home and clean."
"Would you like to go out for dinner with me?"
He says topping off the bottle and wiping his forehead with a rag to get rid of the sweat.
"Sure, any particular reason why?" You ask while taking off your shoes to change into sandals to let your feet air out.
"No particular reason, just as friends. Two grown friends catching up."
You chuckle at his tone and nod your head in agreement.
"Oh, of course, my mistake. Just let me know where we are going and I'll be there around 7, that okay?"
"Yeah, I'll text it to you."
You finish getting ready to leave and head out into the parking lot together but before you get into your car, Suga slides his hand underneath your arm and stops you.
"It's entirely up to you, but you should wear something you can move around in, like a skirt or dress or something. They have a dance floor there and I just want you to be prepared you know?"
"Thanks for the heads up Muffin."
"Of course, wouldn't want you to be unprepared in case we decide to dance together or anything." His voice drops an octave as he squeezes your arm tighter before smiling and letting you go.
You make it home quickly and shower and lounge around in your towel for a while as you have a couple hours to spare. You decide to clean your house, make some lunch and pay some bills until you're supposed to get ready to leave and you get dressed and entirely ready and head to the location Suga sent you. You put it into your maps and chuckle when you realize he just sent you his address as the location is only a few buildings away from the gym.
You arrive at his place exactly at 7 and knock on the door and wait for him to answer. You can hear various noises coming from inside and then hear some loud banging noise followed by a few expletives and giggle to yourself before the door opens and Suga stands there with a smile.
He's wearing slim-fitting slacks with a loose t-shirt that shows his arms and his hair is neatly brushed like normal and you can't catch exactly where it's coming from but a slight aroma of vanilla catches your interest.
"Hi, muffin."
"Hi, butterfly."
He sidesteps and lets you into his place before you slide off your shoes and place them on the shoe holder next to his door and set your purse and things on the side table. You turn around and see him lock the door before he turns to you and you catch him eyeing you up and down and takes you into a hug. His hands wander a little low but you don't mind it.
"So, the place has a dancefloor huh?"
"Yeah, in the bedroom, hopefully, we'll see it later."
You chuckle at his forwardness and shake your head as he leads you to his kitchen and you slide onto one of the barstools in front of his countertop.
"Thirsty?" He asks you as he slides a glass of wine towards you.
"I am, but how do you know I'm of age? One of the last times I saw you I was only 17." You say joking around.
"Considering that I'm 4 years older and that was also 4 years ago, I'm sure you are by now."
"Oh, that's right, congrats on making it to 25 muffin." You raise your glass to toast to him and he watches you over his glass as your throat bobs to take in the full shute of wine. You wipe your lip with your thumb and suck off the liquid while staring right at Suga.
He coughs and diverts his attention away from you and to his stove.
"Uhm, hungry? I made a chicken alfredo dish."
"Sounds really good, I'll take a plate."
He makes the plates and you both move to his kitchen table and sit across from each other and dig into the food. The two of you catch up with small talk and discover new interests each other has that neither didn't have before. You talk about new movies and things, which then leads to you both laughing as you reminisce over past memories of when he and Asahi were in school together and all the times he'd come over.
"I remember one of the first games you had that you won and you'd look so cute with that smile on your rosy cheeks. I remember how proud your brother was of you." Suga says while finishing up the last bite of his pasta.
"I remember that day too. You know the reason we won was that I took your advice."
"What advice was that?"
"To make sure my team doesn't see any emotion on my face other than determination. You also told me to keep a close watch on the team and get a view of how they're playing and play to their strengths."
"Good advice."
"Yeah, it really was."
There's a short pause between the two of you. You don't know if he remembers or if you should bring it up but you decide to just say fuck it and do it.
"Koshi, do you remember what else you told me that day?"
Suga is caught off guard as you use his actual name. Hearing it fall from your lips makes him want to hear it over and over again.
"No? What else did I say?"
"That was also the day you found out I didn't have my first kiss. You told me that you'd be more than willing to be my first." You chuckle at the memories of teenage you. "I can't believe I was actually going to take you up on that offer within the next couple of days but then Asahi told me you moved away so I never could."
You didn't notice Suga move from his chair, you didn't notice him walking towards you, and you didn't notice him stand behind your chair as it was all happening so soon. The first thing you felt was his hand brush your hair away from your neck, the next thing you felt was his lips kiss your bare flesh. You feel the chair pull out from the table and you see Suga move to stand in front of you. He blocks you into the chair with his arms on either side of you and his hands tightly grasping the arms of the chair. Your mouth runs dry as you see the look of pure hunger he gives you.
"I don't think you understand just how hard I am right now."
You look down to see but before you can he lifts your chin back up to his eyes with his two fingers.
"I didn't tell you to look away from me butterfly. I'm going to kiss you now, and if you don't want this as bad as I do, so help me God stop me now before I can't control myself and rip your clothes off."
Gulp.
You look up at Suga through your eyelashes, and your look is laced with desperation and that's all it takes for him to break control and slam his lips into yours.
His lips feel like pure bliss. They're perfectly smooth and plump enough, just like you'd imagine they'd be. His tongue dances with yours and you can feel each other smile into the kiss as it leads deeper and deeper. His hands retract from the arms of the chair as he sinks down to his knees and drags your face closer to his by twining his fingers into your hair and tugging on them while biting your bottom lip. You both moan into the kiss. The heat radiating off of both of you starts to cause you to feel hot and needy to remove your clothes. Suga seems to notice and he pulls away from your lips and moves to drape kisses all along your collarbone, leaving a few large hickies in the process. He carefully dances his fingertips to under plunge neckline of your shirt and tugs it open to reveal your bare breasts.
"Fuck your tits are gorgeous."
You chuckle as he looks like a pubescent boy looking at boobies for the first time.
"Thank you, baby."
He licks his thumb before rubbing your nipple with it and you can feel it pebble and get hard and let out some whimpers once he pinches it. His tongue laps over your whole breast before he takes the nipple into his mouth and sucks. Your back arches off the chair and your legs slightly spasm.
"Dirty girl, you like your nipples sucked on huh?"
"Yes sir, especially when you do it, it feels so good." You breathe out.
He nibbles on your nipple and bites it with his teeth and tugs before you wince from the pain and he blows and kisses on it to make it feel better. He makes sure to spend an equal amount of time on each breast before moving back up to lock lips with you.
As much as you want him to ravage you, you've been dying to know what he tastes like for years. You break away from the kiss with a moan and he slightly whimpers when you pull away and don't kiss him back. Confusion crosses his face as you push his butt against the table before the confusion is replaced with pure lust as he sees you crouch down onto your knees, letting your butt rest on your heels, and seeing your hands reach out to palm him through his pants.
His eyes squeeze shut when he feels you palm his dick from his boxers.
"Y/n, warning you now, if you suck my dick I will fuck that pretty little face of yours so hard."
You just smirk up at him through your eyelashes and pull him the rest of the way out. You marvel at his beautifully trimmed pubes that rest nicely above his dick and smile to yourself at how giddy you're feeling for getting to suck his dick.
You lick your lips and open your mouth wide enough to fit around his tip which spills a slow moan from his mouth. You notice his palms grip the edge of the table to the point of his knuckles turning pale the moment you swish your tongue around his tip and over his slit. You can tell he's trying to hold back so you decide to ramp it up by extending your jaw more and sucking in a breath before hollowing out your cheeks and taking all of him down your throat to where you feel him behind your tongue. You gage and your eyes prickle with tears but you don't give up when you hear him mutter a "fuck" under his breath. He opens his eyes and you lock yours with his and that's all it takes for him to lose it.
He releases the table and grips your hair into the messiest of ponytails and tugs before pulling you completely off of him before shoving himself all the way back into your mouth. You gag, and you gag hard but you don't care, it feels so damn good in your mouth and the noises he is making you've never heard before. You reach down to touch yourself but all movements stop and you hear him reprimand you in the slightest whisper.
"Babygirl, I didn't say you could touch yourself. If your fingers even graze your pussy I will bend you over this table and smack your ass till it's black and blue."
You can't speak but you nod your head vigorously in agreement and gulp, with his dick still inside your mouth. Spit is pooling out of the corners of your lips, you probably look so filthy and you actually become a little jealous of Suga for not being able to see yourself like this.
"Good girl, good fucking girl."
He says before he slams his cock hard down your throat again. His head slowly falls backwards as his hands tighten in your hair and bobs your head faster and faster, not even taking the time to slow down or care about the makeup running down your face from your tears. You're enjoying being face fucked a little too much.
His hips are thrusting sloppier and he's loosened his grip but he still is relentless with your mouth and it makes you so desperately wonder what he'll be like when he's actually inside of you. His moans are becoming sporadic and you can barely make out his sentence warning you he's gonna come but you don't care and just brace yourself for when he does. Wanting to help him more, you reach a hand up and cup his balls while using the other to stroke his shaft with your mouth and he moans out too many expletives to count from the tingles throughout his body. His hips come to a stop and you can feel the warm, salty load fall down your throat. You make sure to take it all before shutting your eyes and swallowing it all, making sure he gets a good view of it, and he helps you stand back up and kisses you so passionately.
"Fuck, your mouth is dangerous."
"Thanks."
You say with a smile and giggle. He kisses you once more before you both stop and turn your heads to the countertop where his phone is ringing.
"Fuck it, I want you right now."
"No, Suga it could be important, it's okay. I'm going to get some water and wipe down anyways."
"Okay, I'll be quick sweetheart."
He kisses your lips slowly before quickly diving down and giving the top of your bare breast a quick kiss which makes you giggle.
You both separate and go into different rooms for your business. You head off down the hallway into the first door on the right and turn on the light and walk to the sink.
You grab some toilet paper and spit whatever remains of the cum in your mouth, into the paper and throw it in the trash. You then turn on the faucet and cup your hands to grab some water and you take a few slurps before swishing it around and spitting it out down the drain. You wash your hands good before using a rag to fix whatever makeup has smudged on your face and smile at yourself in the mirror when you see the ring of love bites around your breasts and how good your nipples look while swollen.
You shut off the bathroom lights and close the door behind you and walk back into the dining room where you left Suga. On the walk there you fixed your shirt as the intimacy has worn off a little and you started to feel awkward having your tits out and nothing else. You step in the room and see Suga has fixed himself as well and he's cleaning up dishes.
"You need some help baby?"
You ask while moving to stand to his side and help him.
"No, its-I'm alright I got it."
He says rather quick and moves from you to finish grabbing the dishes and placing them in the sink.
"You okay Koshi?" You ask concerned at his sudden attitude change. "Bad phone call?"
"Uhm, no, it was a good one it just...was your brother calling."
"Oh...oh.."
"Yeah, it was nice to hear from him but it made me feel like shit to betray his trust like that. I'm sorry y/n but can I walk you out?"
He says slowly turning towards you with an extremely downturned smile.
"What?" You ask stunned. "Koshi, what trust? You want me to leave? I'm so confused."
"It's nothing, it's fine. Look I just need a moment to process what had happened and it's getting late and I don't want you to get be late for class tomorrow."
"Oh..yeah..right, of course."
You don't say another word and quietly grab all of your things and walk over to the door to slip on your shoes. Suga is quiet the whole time too but he still walks over to the door with you while holding your phone for you.
"Are we-Can we still meet up for practice tomorrow? My tryouts are at the end of the week."
You ask him without meeting his eyes.
"Yeah, of course, I wouldn't bail on you like that. I'm sorry it's just th-
"Stop," You raise a hand up to his chest and smile. "It's alright Koshi, just stop before it gets worse. Goodnight and thanks for the lovely dinner tonight."
"You're welcome, thanks for being a great friend and guest."
Friend, that word pings your heart and makes it teeter-totter inside of your chest, almost like it might fall straight out of it.
You don't say anything more and just brave a smile and head out before getting back into your car, pulling out, and storming home.
In all honesty, the trip from Suga's house to yours shouldn't have taken you an hour but it did. A normal ten-minute drive turned into an hour from you having to pull over more than a few times from having to deal with the overflow of emotions coursing through you. You also had to stop yourself a couple times from turning back around and giving him an earful but you decided to let it go. In actuality, you weren't even mad, you weren't sad, you weren't even regretful over what happened you were just utterly confused the whole time. However, you decided to stop racking your brain trying to figure it out and gave up once you pulled into your parking spot and walked home into your living room.
You dropped your stuff off into where they belong and you make your way to your room and strip off all your clothes before throwing them into the hamper and heading to the en suite to take a shower and disregard the whole experience.
Friend.
The word brings such a bitter and useless taste to your mouth when you heard it fall from Sugas lips. That word, you thought of it the whole time you were in the shower, and you scrubbed your body so hard to try and get the "friendzone" off of you.
The shower stops and you step out and dry off before not even bothering to change and head to bed naked and plug in your phone, set an alarm for tomorrow, and shut off the lights and fall into an anxious sleep.
The morning comes too soon at the detriment of the bags under your eyes. You snap your alarm off and rub your temples before stretching and getting out of bed. You quickly get dressed and back your go bags for school and practice afterward and finish all your necessities of getting ready and you head to class bright and early.
Your classes run through quicker than normal and now comes the part you were trying to postpone doing, seeing Suga.
Hesitantly, you send a text to Suga making sure it's still on and he replies with a thumbs up before you shut off your phone and head to the gym.
The ride was brutal due to the thoughts running laps in your head. Conflicting memories of last night combine together and now thoughts of further rejection pierce your brain and you can't deal with it. You arrive at the gym and try to shake off the thoughts but they don't budge. So you do the only thing you know how to do to get rid of the bad thoughts, you confront what's making them happen.
You shut off your car and grab your keys and phone, not even paying a second mind to your bags in the backseat. You walk into the gym and just give a side-eye to the receptionist and strut straight back to the gym and push the double doors open with a flourish.
You're about to start yelling at Suga to give him your two cents but notice the gym is empty. You look around confused but then get a notification on your phone and see that he sent you a text saying he's still at his house and running late.
You walk out the same way you came in, get back in your car, and drive to his apartment before stopping, getting out, and knocking on his door.
"Hey, I was just about to head out."
Suga says as he opens the door.
You walk in without saying a word and place your shoes and things into a bin next to his front door and turn around to talk to him as he closes his door.
"Y/N?"
"What the hell Suga?"
"I'm sorry?"
"Last night, what you said. What happened when you called my brother, what did he or you say? What trust did you break last night?"
You ask while placing your hands on your hips.
He drops his head before wiping his face and walking towards the dining room as he talks to you.
"Nothing, honest. He didn't even know you were here he was just calling to catch up and stuff."
"So why push me out all of a sudden? What trust Suga??"
"Damnit, y/n the trust of a dude and not going after his best friend's little sister. That kind of trust."
"Seriously Koshi? I get what you mean by that but we are adults now and as far as I know, Asahi has never had any ill feelings about us being close or being together."
"No, I know but it's an unspoken rule type of thing."
"Koshi that's bullshit, if that was true then you wouldn't have invited me on a date here in the first place."
"It was just supposed to be as friends."
Vomit, the word makes you want to vomit.
"There's that word again. Friends, Koshi, really?"
You move closer to the kitchen table and towards him. You look up at him and a smile comprised of lust and anger stretches onto your face.
"Friends don't grind on each other during Volleyball practice. Friends don't tell other friends to wear skirts for easy access. Friends don't kiss and swap spit on this very chair. Friends don't get down on their knees, push you up against this table and blow you till you're busting a load down their throat."
You take a breath and swallow while you notice the tension in the room and him walking closer to you with a determined look on his face.
"Tell me how we're just friends, after all that Muffin."
You say the nickname as a jab at him, with both of you knowing damn well either of the nicknames were what you used to flirt with each other.
He moved closer into your personal space, chests only inches apart but neither of you moving to touch the other quite yet.
"You're right butterfly, we're not just friends. Because during your whole little rant, I couldn't stop thinking about how I want to break this table by fucking you on it."
Gulp.
"What's stopping you?"
"Absolutely nothing."
The tension wire snaps and the moment it does you both are on each other like dogs to a bone. Your tongues mesh with each others in perfect sync. You don't know where your hands are at this point, all you know is they're stripping off every piece of clothing each other is wearing. The second everything is off of your bodies, Suga picks you up and gently places your ass against the cold wood of the dining table, and gets down onto his knees.
You're about to protest but the moment you feel his warm, wet tongue lapping in between your folds like a man starved, all knowledge of how to speak completely dissolves from your brain. All you managed to say is a jumble of "don't stop" and "fuck that feels so good", but in all honesty it sound like baby babbling. Your hands knot into the grey locks of the hungry man underneath you and you tug as hard as you can when he nips at your clit and your legs, embarrassingly, start to spasm already.
"Ho, God, fuck."
You moan out.
His tongue swirls endless circles around your clit and he sucks and bites and blows at your clit, leaving you speechless. It's not until you feel two fingers prod at your hole that you really start to shake. You crave him so much, even your pussy practically pulls in his fingers as he rests them there against the hole. He starts out with slow, shallow pumps before he speeds up the pace of his tongue and fingers and goes knuckle deep inside of you drawing out the most guttural moans you've ever made.
You've never had your legs spasm so much from oral before. You feel your core start to tighten and flex and you feel the sweat form on your brow and upper lip as your hair falls out around you from the thrashing of your body at the pleasure. Your hand tugs harder and you're worried you might be hurting him, but if you are he absolutely doesn't mind it. Your mouth runs dry and the dam breaks once you feel him scissor you while being knuckle deep in your pussy. Your orgasm echoes through the house as you shake around him and as his delicious tongue helps you through it all.
"What a good fucking girl cumming for me like that. I'm so proud of you baby."
"Holy fu- fuck. Th-thank you baby."
You just barely speak as you pant to try and calm down, but not for long when you feel him place one last kiss on your pussy before standing up and trace kisses from your hips all the way up to your breasts, showing each endless love, and moving to your lips and letting you taste yourself all over his face.
"You taste yourself right? Taste how fucking delicious you are."
He says while opening your mouth forcefully and spitting into it, which is then followed by you smiling as you swallow it and show him. He laughs so lustfully before wiping the corner of your mouth and placing the two fingers he used in you into your mouth and chokes you with them. You gag and gulp after swirling your tongue around them and when he pulls away he uses those fingers to open you up again before leaning you back down onto the table and stepping closer to line himself up with you.
"Are you on the pill? Want me to grab a condom?"
"Yeah I am, and no, I want to feel all of you."
He agrees with a kiss and bite of your lip and neck before he takes his hand and pumps himself a few times and spits in his hand and rubs his cock before using his other hand to open your lips and he teases your clit with the head of his dick and you both moan at the feeling.
"Fuuck stop it baby I want you so bad."
"I know baby girl, just be patient for me."
He chuckles as he feels you squirm under him when his tip hits a sensitive part of your clit and he uses an arm to hold you down and distract you before he lines up and slowly stretches you out, letting you adjust slowly.
"Holy fuck."
You both say in unison, but with different breaths, as you both feel the pleasure of finally being connected together. He slowly starts to rock his hips into yours and bottoms out inside of you while letting your pussy adjust, and when he thinks you have he pulls out and slams back into you. Your body and the table jerk as he does and you wrap your arms around his shoulders as he has both hands around your head and is looking into your eyes as he fucks you.
It's pure ecstasy. The two of you, this position, its everything you've wanted. All the years of pining after your brother's best friend. All the repressed feelings you've had for him. All the times relationships or one-night-stands couldn't do it for you cause all you thought about was how it would be if your childhood crush, the man you loved, was the one doing it to you. And now you know. Now you know just how blissful it all truly feels. It's better than you imagined.
His hips are pistoning into yours at a ridiculous pace and you start to feel a burn from your legs being spread wide open but you don't care. It feels too amazing to quit. Moans never stopped flowing from either of your lips and his fingertips burn holes straight into your skin from how tight he's gripping you, like you might fly away if he stops. Without missing a beat, he switches positions by gripping the back of your thighs and pushing them into your chest to where your ears kiss your knees and you see your feet shaking in the air at an unbelievable pace from how he's fucking you. This position makes it impossible to not cum. You feel the familiar tightening and spasms and pants as you're being drawn closer and closer and you can tell he is too as his pants have become more sporadic. He bends down and pushes your thighs further into you, going deeper, and kisses your lips and smiles before whispering in your ear.
"Your cunt feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock baby girl. You're doing so good at taking all of me that I'm about to cum in that pretty pussy of yours."
"Ohhhh.....fu-fuck Koshi baby please."
"Yeah, baby? You want me to fill that beautiful hole of yours? You wanna get filled with my kids? Become a mommy, is that what you want? My kids?"
What he's lacking in breaths, he's making up for in confidence, and it's driving you crazy. You just about cum from his words right there.
"Yes baby fuck, fuck Koshi baby I want you to make me a mommy so bad. Fill me up baby, I wanna be filled by you so badly."
You whimper and whine and he loses it.
Koshi slams harder and faster and your vision goes white as the last thrust had you seeing stars. Your orgasm absolutely wrecks you as you cum around him and you can feel his cock release inside you and fill you to the brim with his cum.
He stays inside of you, letting the cum fall from around his cock in you and he slowly drops your legs to not hurt you and he leans down to place an endless amount of kisses all over your lips and face. You hear a few words like "beautiful" and "thank you" but they all go in one ear and out the other as you calm down but the one you hone in on is the words "love".
"Y/n, baby did you hear me?"
"No I didn't, what?"
"I said I love you, I don't know to what extent or how long I have but I just remember how much I cared for you when we were younger and it all came rushing back. I love you, baby."
Tears threaten to spill but you hold them back.
"Oh Koshi, I love you too."
You both kiss each other deeply and he pulls away and both of you whine when he pulls out of you and you feel the cum drip out of your hole and Koshi growls to himself at the sight before going and grabbing a wet rag to wipe you down.
He comes back a few seconds later and wipes you down while giving you kisses in the process and discarding the rag somewhere and picking you up gently and walks you back to his bedroom and gently place you down onto the mattress and cuddles up next to you.
You both whisper sweet nothings to each other before finally dozing off and enjoying the beautifulness that is sleep.
XXXXXX
"COME ON! Y/N, YOU GOT THIS BABY!"
You hear your boyfriend yell to you from the bleachers while you're playing your match. You hear the rest of your family yell along in unison with him, even your brother, in cheer for you to keep your morale up.
It's your final match before nationals. Your team managed to beat every team you've battled against and everyone's trying their best but this match is neck and neck-literally. You've never been so short-necked with a team before but this college is good. Your team is only one point ahead, and you only need one more point to win this whole thing and make it to nationals. It all comes down to this moment, this volley.
You focus back on the game and notice the ball ahead coming for the net, the player in front of you tosses the ball high in the air for the spiker to hit, and they do, but not before it's being received back to them by your other teammates. You hear various calls of "got it!' and "Mine!" but the blood rushing to your ears entirely drowns out everything when you realize this is up to you, to set the perfect ball for your Ace to hit and win the game. No pressure.
You think back to the first training session with Suga all those months ago. You're so thankful that he picked up that phone the one day you called. You're thankful for it all and everything that happened afterward.
The overwhelming emotion of joy surges through you and you finally spot the perfect shot, the perfect opportunity.
"Azumane, Y/n, It's yours and open!"
Your captain yells to you as she bumped the ball towards you. You remain quiet and get into position and hone in on the ball. You turn and see your Ace making her way closer, and closer, and closer, and- NOW!
You set the ball into the air and watch as time slows as you see her hand connect with the ball.
Time stops.
And when it resumes, chaos ensues.
The crowd erupts into thunderous cheers and the buzzer rings to declare a winning team, yours!
Your teammates go wild, some fall to their knees and kiss their hands, some jump up and down into each other's arms, some run to their significant others, but you remain still. You take in what happened till it finally hits you that you won, you did it.
You scream out in victory with your hands above your head and you cry tears you've held in all day.
You feel two strong arms wrap around you and look to see your boyfriend with the widest smile on his face squeeze you and kiss you all over in awe.
Even though no words are said, you both understand everything.
You kiss each other and pull away as your team calls you other to celebrate and you join them but not before sneaking one last kiss to your boyfriend.
heheyhey not to be horny bestie but big breeder bokuto/wakatoshi/izuwami
SLKDJFLSDKFJLSDNFLSDKJFVLJZDLFKJSDLJFLSJFS thanks bestie for my first post idea
minors dni
CW/TW: GN reader BREEDING, heavy balls idk, mention of bruises and overstimulation?(I think) UNEDITED <//3
no, because imagine him coming home and shoving u against surfaces like the kitchen table or even your vanity space and just thrusting his hips up into you while his head sits on your shoulder because he's getting a little tired from fucking you and dumping his load inside hours on end :(( <3
"g-god fuck, just one more baby please one more I promise" he muttered, gripping your hips even tighter as his throbbing cock pressed against your entrance once more.
" 'do anything just..one more time." specifically his right hand moving from your bruised hips to your stomach, pressing on it while his chest hovered against your back.
The feeling of his cum inside created a nice warm greeting for himself, using his cock to shove it right back into place. " 'gotta give you a baby right? yeah?" he hummed, trying to distract himself from the urge to just snap his hips mercilessly and fuck you dumb completely.
Honestly, if you didn't feel so nice, you'd most likely notice how his movement became slower and sloppy. Just so desperate to cum again. "Last time I promise" he let out grunting as he pushed his forehead against your shoulder, getting sloppier as he chased down his own orgasm, letting out a god damn hymn of a moan.
He couldn't help but let himself empty his balls inside you, the hand on your hip gripping it and the other holding the counter at this point, knuckles turning white from the pressure.
"Once more?" he called, moving his hands back in place after his cock had dragged itself out of your throbbing hole.
