All spread out, just for you, like the absolute present he is. His sweaty back pressed against your chest, his legs spread wide exposing his flush, begging cock that you've had your pretty little hand wrapped around for hours now.
It's not that he's being edged, he can cum as much as he wants. That's the problem.
His body is fucking hot, a burning temperature he could only experience when pressed against your flesh.
"Baby...baby please, can't take no more..." he's slurring, but the next thing that leaves his mouth is an unholy moan that only encourages you further.
"C'mon sweet thing," you coo against the shell of his ear, your hand squeezing the base of his cock, "you can give me one more, right? Be a good boy and give me one more."
He whines again, a broken gasp escaping his puffy lips when your hand begins to move again. Up and down his shaft at an agonizing pace, your thumb slipping over his pre-cum covered slit.
His hips jerk forward, he's practically thrashing in your arms, begging for more. But he knows you won't give it to him, you haven't for the past hour.
The sheets beneath him are wet and your hand is covered with old cum, but yet you're still not satisfied. You need him to be absolutely fucked dumb.
You decide to give him some grace, you aren't heartless after all. Your hand's pace picks up, now moving rapidly up and down, up and down. If it's not one extreme, it's the other.
He's thrashing, begging, screaming in your arms. Fat tears rolling down his cheeks, his muscle-clad stomach becoming concave, his legs tense as he gets to the edge, he's so fucking close.
With a final flick of your wrist and a snap of his hips, his eyes roll back.
But he doesn't cum.
His eyes widen when he hears you click your tongue from behind him, your hand wrapping around his flacid cock again.
"Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I'm afraid that doesn't count," you pout with a tone full of fake sweetness, smirking against his shoulderblade, "try again."
MAKOTO. TACHIBANA, rin matsuoka, kageyama, atsumu, kenma, kojiro, usahara, uramichi + your favs !
WARNINGS :: :: afab, x fem reader, dom!cherry, painting, bondage, degredation, praise, doggy?, desk sex, size difference implied, restriction, master dynamics, oral-> female reciving, pet names 'master' 'pet' 'good girl' + more
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You two were in the backyard of Cherry's estate, you two had been together for a couple of years. That's a lie. You've been together since high school, although you never indulged in the whole skateboarding thing like Cherry, Joe and Adam. Cherry thought this would be a good time for you to start, since you've always refused to do it.
You always go to his races at S but you just stand there and be his cute little supportive wife.
but now Cherry watches you closely, as he always does. You could feel the curl of his lips behind you as his hold is secure on your waist as you try to find your balance on his board.
"You're getting better," he remarks teasingly.
Your heart skips a beat at the compliment. He's never satisfied with "better"—he's always pushing you, expecting more, especially when it's just the two of you alone like this.
"Let me show you something," he says, his voice dropping as his hand moves to your hips.
You swallow hard, nodding. "Focus," he murmurs, leaning in close—so close that you can feel the warmth of his breath on your neck. "You'll want to get this right."
Your body tenses under his touch. The way his fingers trace the curve of your hip, how his voice sounds so much deeper when he's this close, sets your pulse racing. Cherry doesn't miss a beat. He notices everything, every small reaction, every quickened breath. His lips hover near your ear as he speaks again.
"Loosen up," he murmurs, his hand sliding slightly up your side, fingers pressing gently into your skin. "You're too tense."
You bite your lip, trying to focus on the movements he's guiding you through, but it's impossible with him so close, his touch lingering a little too long.
"Kaoru..." you breathe, but he doesn't respond. Instead, he lets his hand drift up your arm, his fingers brushing the side of your neck.
He smirks, clearly aware of the effect he's having on you. "You need to pay attention," he whispers, his lips so close to your ear that you can feel them graze your skin.
Your breath hitches, and you try to concentrate on what he's saying, but his hands... the way they move over your body is making it impossible to think straight. "Kaoru, what are you doing?" you manage to ask.
He chuckles softly, sending heat pooling in your stomach.
"Teaching you," he replies. His hand lingers on your waist for just a moment longer before he pulls back, leaving you feeling suddenly cold without his touch.
You exhale shakily, trying to regain your composure, but when you meet his eyes, the look he gives you is enough to make your heart skip a beat. He steps back just enough to give you space, but the smirk on his lips tells you that he knows exactly what he's doing.
"You'll get it eventually," he says smoothly. "Next time," he murmurs, his fingers trailing along your wrist as he passes you by, "I'll make sure you really learn your lesson... Come, dear. We still have work to do from earlier today, some calligraphy we need to practice for an upcoming presentation."
"Oh, alright, completely forgot," you sigh rubbing your forehead.
And you wish that it had stayed forgotten... because now it was so much worse than just having Cherry pressed up agasint you while he teaches you how to skate. In all honesty, you weren't even sure how you ended up here, with Cherry'scock nuzzled deep into your cunt as you sit on his lap.
What is Cherry's aim for doing this? Make sure that you get all your calligraphy perfectly and if you make a small mistake, he will rut his hips up into your ass, pushing his cock up into your cervix, causing a moan to spill from your lips.
"Master, please," you whimper. "Let me finish? and I'm not talking about cumming, I'm talking about the calligraphy."
"Am I making it hard for you to do your work?" he hums, pushing p his hips ever so slightly and you fall back onto his barely clothed chest.
"Kaoru," you breathe.
His lips graze the back of your neck, pushing your hair over your shoulder. "That's not what I am right now, Darling."
A shaky breath leaves your mouth as you bite down on your bottom lip. "Master," you reply, correcting your mistake.
"That's better," he praises. "Such a good girl for me, perfect pet for me."
You could only exhale in exctasy in response, you were enjoying this too much, too much for Cherry's liking. "Keep practising," he orders.
Forcing down a mewl, you managed to reply, "S-Sorry, Master."
"You are? Well... you are making quite the mess as well," he continues, his hand moving lower and you hold your breath in anticipation.
You immediately cover your mouth with a shaky hand, your legs trembling further as Cherry's skilled fingers begin to press down onto your sensitive clit.
"Master," you moan muffled again by your palm.
"You're being loud as well," Cherry mummers, almost in a disappointed tone. "Can't have that now, can we?"
It only took a few singular moments to which you were now getting bent over his desk, a loud gasp falling past your lips at the action. Scrolls go flying everywhere while Cherry's cold hand trails up the back of your thigh, hiking your skirt up higher to your hips, getting a better angle to see your cunt.
He hums in thought, seeing how his pelvis and lower abdomen are soaked with your cum, now dripping down his balls. His montsuki let loose around his body, the sash dropping beside him.
"Master, please," you whimper.
"Please, what? Pet?" he hums, wanting to hear your answer.
"Move, please, Master," you replied, all you wanted was for him to begin to move. "I'll practice later, I promise.."
"Alright," Cherry says simply. "I'm gonna do as I please, and you're going to take all of it."
Your eyes widened and before you could register it, he pulled out, just so his tip was insight your seeping hole before slamming into your cunt.
"Master!" you moan, your hands were now pinned to your back, his singular hand holding your wrists while the other digs into the flesh on your wait, his length getting squeezed by every ridge within your soaked cunt. A moan left both of your mouths as Cherry's length nudged the deepest spot within you.
"Look how you take me in," Cherry grunts. "Such a good girl."
You sigh in pleasure at the degradative praise, he knew that you loved to be worshipped n such a way, you savoured his words and struck him so deeply. In a way he never wanted to call you anything else. But he didn't move, he wanted to relish in on how you desired to cause friction, desired to move against his touch, but couldn't.
Cherry picks up the calligraphy brush and uses the remaining paint on the bristles to write kanji all over your back. Words of, 'pet', 'cherry's good girl' and 'slut' all over your back, the coolness of the ink makes your shiver. Cherry is proud of himself, all the Knaji written is all nice and neat, even when pounding your tight cunt over his desk.
Cherry's cock, prodded so deep in your gummy walls that you whimpered in pleasure, but that didn't stop him from not moving. He was still snug inside. Hot and heavy kisses trail down from your ear down to the dip of your neck to shoulder and a breathless sigh escaped your parted lips before Cherry rolled his hips into yours.
A moan slips out of your mouth, his thick length scraping all the sensitive parts of your warm insides. Cherry knees spread your legs apart so that any advances from you ensured that they would be shut down, so that you remained situated below him. As he expected, you couldn't move from his trapping embrace.
You couldn't, your legs were spread widen and you were pinned to the desk His movements became faster, his cock thrusting into the depths of my needy hole as strained moans and whines left your throat. Cherry was panting in your ear and an occasional deep groan slipped past his lips, the sounds which made your cunt flutter tightly around his length.
Cherry was filling me up to the hilt, his throbbing pink tip hitting that soft, gummy spot in my cunt that caused me to scream out in fulfilment.
"I'm listening, Pet, don't be so loud," He breathed, causing you to let out a moan and sigh, body shaking with pleasure. "Found it haven't I?" Cherry hummed.
Your body tried to arch away from the pleasure, not being able to take the strong rolls of Cherry hips, but as you arched your back away, his thrusts only aimed deeper, harder into your G spot.
"Y-yeah," you sobbed out, tears filling your lash line. "B-but... Too much, Master. Slow down, too much."
"Oh?" he smirked, his hips moving now at a faster pace, loving how your cunt squeezed his cock even though you wanted him to slow down, how contradicting he thought your words were, you were denying your body the release that you so desperately needed.
"Looks like you pussy is saying something else," Cherry added. Repetitive moans left your mouth while he pounded into your tight heat. You suddenly had the instinctive urge to press yourself into his length, but you couldn't.
"Please, I wanna come," you cry out mewling. Your body trembled beneath him. Your back arched heavily, finally being able to sink more into him. Cherry hunched over you, pulling you closer to him and connected your mouth in a sloppy, wet kiss, forcing his tongue inside your mouth, grunting into you while he swallowed your moans.
"Good girl, taking me so deep," Cherry groaned, pulling away from your mouth and pushing this arch into your back deeper. He watched your ass ripping again his lower abdomen, watching your cunt with purple iris'.
Observing how your walks sucked him in, leaving a creamy white rind of arousal around the base of his cock Cherry groaned his head tilted forward, sweat beading on his forehead as we watched your fall apart and tremble from his dick, broken moans slipping past your plump lips.
A satisfied smirk came onto Cherry's face as he watched those tears that welled in your fluffy lash line spill down your smooth cheeks.
"Such a good little- pet," Cherry groans.
"'Wanna come, please," you beg, wanting to feel the release, desperate as the tears stream down your flushed cheeks. "Want it so bad."
You clench around his length as he increases his pace, instantly accommodating to the speed but your moans escalate.
"Good pet," He leaned down and mumbled in my ear chased with a deep moan that stirred my insides clenching around his length.
"Want it so bad!" you whimper, unable to comprehend any thoughts that swelled into your head.
"Carla, how long has she left?" Cherry grunts.
The mechanical female voice peaks up from the sid of his desk. "A few seconds, Master," Carla replies, the purple hues dancing around the skateboard as she spoke.
"Please, please, please, master," you beg.
"Go ahead," he moans and you spasmed around his length as your high washed over you, your legs shaking as his weight pressed down even more than it was.
His thrusts didn't slow causing you to whimper in overstimulation, only he doesn't stop. It was too much, his balls slapping relentlessly agasint yoru clit and his cock hitting your soft spot every singlt time, it's too much.
You spasmed around his length, cum spilling out your pussy as a loud moan falls from your mouth. Cherry's hair sticks to his forehead his head is thrown back, hips slamming deep into you one final time before cumming deep into your cunt, filling up your womb with his seed.
Sliding his length out slowly, he pulls out his phone, snapping a quick photo of the cum seeping out your folds and getting the words written all over your back as well in the same shot before showing you. "How this one, Darling," he asks, showing you his phone and you nod.
"That's a good one, Master," you purr, pressing your ass back onto his cock an he hisses.
"God, you're a minx," he leans down to say in your ear.
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surf and turf | reki kyan
⋆˚꩜｡ summary: with skateboarding being his life, reki feels conflicted when he starts to fall for a surfer girl!
⋆˚꩜｡ pairing: reki kyan x fem!surfer!reader
⋆˚꩜｡ content/trigger warnings: use of y/n, reader has curly hair and is cool because vibes, langa briefly in story, cutie rekiiii, reader works in a surf shop, not proofread + written at 2 am
⋆˚꩜｡ genre: fluff
reki couldn't imagine a life without skateboarding.
it become a lifestyle since the first time his feet hit the deck as a young child. the feeling of the smooth glide of concrete under him became so familiar, that sometimes walking felt unnatural.
that beings said, it was his craft. he didn't understand snowboarding, no matter how much langa tried to explain it to him. what do you mean your feet are buckled in? what do you mean you land on the cold, frigid snow instead of scraping your skin on the pavement?
even more-so, he didn't get surfing. the whole idea of it really just confused him. you have to wax your board? wear a wet suit? when you fall off the board, you fall into the huge, rough ocean where you would most likely get eaten by a shark. no thanks.
so reki chooses to stick to skateboarding. riding it everywhere. school. home. to the beach with langa, where he was headed right now.
the sun beat down onto his naturally tanned skin. he soaked up the sun on his bare chest and bare shoulder, the other being covered with a beach towel.
he was slightly in front of langa, who was still a bit of a newbie at the art of boarding. "come on, bro! hurry up," reki urged as he turned the street to ride up straight to where the beach started. langa pushed his feet harder to catch up with the red haired male.
"i'm not used to the summer heat," langa reminded him, wiping sweat that was dripping from his forehead.
"alright, mr. canada," reki mocked, holding his skateboard tightly under his arm as he walked up the wooded ramp and onto the sand. for such a beautiful day, the beach wasn't as crowded as the two boys thought it would be.
they walked down onto the sand, finding a place close by the water. their boards laid upright, making sure no sand got into the wheels. langa bumped the volleyball he brought smugly, then caught it and looked to reki. "volleyball?"
laughing, the boys spread to a more open area and began (very badly) bumping the ball back and forth to one another. the sound of adolescent laughter, waves crashing and seagulls cawing filled the atmosphere of the beach.
reki looked out into the ocean, noticing a person shredding the waves almost perfectly. he had never been interested in surfing, but he couldn't seem to take his wide, amber eyes off the sight.
the surfer's technique and passion stuck out to him, he could see it from here. langa noticed his attention drifting away from their game of volleyball and he began watching the surfer as well.
"that girl's in our class," langa said, pointing his finger out to the surfer who had began walking back to shore. you. "y/n l/n."
you had your board under your arm as you shook your head to get water out of your ears. your wetsuit clung to your body tightly like a vice, hugging every curve in your body. your hair was wet and salty, soft beach waves forming.
reki couldn't help the blush that covered his face. he always saw you in class, hair straightened and laughing with your friends. he could tell that you were a surfer just by the seashell necklace you wear and all of the jewelry that dawns your wrists. beads, strings, homemade stringed bracelets, you were a walking surf shop.
he also has talked to you once when he stopped into the surf shop you work at. he needed a new pair of sunglasses and he saw you at the cash register, giving yourself a turtle henna tattoo on your thigh. you looked pretty, cheeks red from being sun kissed and skin tanned from all the sun you get.
he knows you two are polar opposites, being of surf and turf, but you're so sweet.
he went up to the cash register, and you made friendly conversation with him as he paid for his 800 yen sunglasses. "hey, i know you!" you said casually, a big smile covering your glossy lips. he smelled your strong, beachy perfume. "you're reki. you're in my class!"
he smiled, leaning on the counter. "yeah. you're y/n," he said, matter factly.
"i am," you giggled, taking the money he handed to you and putting it in the cash register with no change due. "did you do the math homework that's due tomorrow?"
reki scoffed. "hell no."
you giggled again. "right. neither did i." you handed him his sunglasses.
"see ya around," he said, giving you a small wave as he walked out of the store.
"bye bye!" you sweetly called out, picking up your henna again and continued to draw on yourself.
sure you are pretty. it's a given. but seeing you like this make reki's heart skip a beat. his skateboarding was your surfing. your craft.
your life.
he could just tell that you love what you do. you walked over to your bag, placing your board down and sitting on it. you took out a hair brush and began to brush and scrunch your hair.
you threw an oversized t-shirt over your wetsuit, and you began to strip your wetsuit from under your shirt. it was so clever. both reki and langa looked away, not wanting to be pervy.
you had a bikini bottom on underneath, and you slipped a pair of linen pants on over them. your gaze landed on the boys, and you immediately recognized them.
"hi!" you yelled out, waving to them, you ran up to them, and reki thought he died and went to heaven as you approached them.
you were like a walking angel. your hair was already drying, pretty curls forming instead of your usual long, straightened hair that he sees in school. your face was completely bare, no mascara and all your blush natural from the sun. soft freckles adorned your face.
reki swore he fell in love right there.
"hey, guys!" you said, eyeing the volleyball. "oo! can i play?"
"yeah! of course," reki said, while langa smiled and nodded.
the three of you bumped the ball to each other, running into one another as laughter filled the air once again.
about an hour passed when langa heard the familiar tune of his phone ringing. he ran over to his cell phone, picking up the call. a few murmured words were heard before he hung up and turned to you and reki.
"my mom wants me home for dinner," he said, grabbing his towel and skateboard.
"aww, alright! bye, langa!" you waved, smiling.
"bye, guys," the blue haired male smiled, turning and walking away.
"do you need your volleyball?" reki called out. langa didn't even turn around.
"nah!" langa yelled over his shoulder. "just bring it next time we hang out."
langa disappeared over the ramp, leaving you and reki alone on the beach.
"is skateboarding fun?" you asked almost immediately, not wanting to make him feel awkward. you know how uncomfortable it can get when you're hanging out with friends and suddenly, your left alone with a person you barely know.
he smiled, bumping the ball to you. "yeah! i've been skating since i was a little boy."
"really? that's so cool!" you marveled. "you must be really good."
reki humbly shrugged. the two of you played with that ball for hours, talking about your pasts regarding your passions. he learned when your love of surfing began. you two talked about everything, life, siblings, parents, friends, school.
the sun began to set over the horizon as you two sat down to watch the sun setting. "you have to teach me how to skate one day," you said, taking your gaze away from the beautiful sight in front of you to look into his amber eyes that were already looking at you.
rei's face flushed red at how close your face was to his. "definitely," he muttered, smiling softly.
the two of you watched the sun set a little more before you got up. "you gonna teach me how to skate the way home or what?" you giggled, sticking out your hand to help him up out of the sand.
he chuckled, taking your hand and standing up. "alright, let's do it!"
the two of you laughed as you ran to your separate bags. reki slipped on a hoodie and grabbed his towel and skateboard. you walked over to him with your huge board under your arm and beach bag slung over your shoulder. "put your volleyball in my bag," you offered, and he obliged almost immediately.
"if i'm gonna teach you to skate, you can't have all this crap in your hands," he said, switching your surfboard for his skateboard. you smiled up at him, walking up the wooded ramp and onto the sidewalk again.
reki began to patiently explain the basics of skateboarding to you, where to plant your feet and how to push. he was shocked as you so naturally swung your foot on the pavement. "like this?" you asked, going slow so you weren't ahead of him.
he smiled widely, nodding. "yeah. you're doing it perfectly." you giggled again, squealing as you tripped backwards. he grabbed your hand tightly, keeping you upright.
"woah, thanks!" you said.
he simply smiled, holding onto your hand gently to guide you as you rode on his skateboard. "so you make these?" you asked, guiding him to the direction of your house. right by the beach. how fitting for you.
"mhm!" reki murmured humbly, not wanting to show off. hushed conversation filled the streets as the horizon was turning dark. you stopped in front of your house.
"thanks for hangin' with me today," you said, smoothly stepping off the skateboard as if you were a pro.
"of course," reki said, running a hand through his soft, red hair. he thought it was funny that you were thanking him, as if he just did you a massive favor. if anything, you did him a favor by blessing him with your presence.
"wait!" you yelped, taking out your phone. "i totally don't have your number."
you handed him your phone, and he gently took it and put in his number. he made his contact name 'reki the best skater ever' . it was corny, but it made you laugh which is all that matters. "as long as you put my name as 'y/n the best surfer ever' i won't change your name." you pressed the call button for a second so your number saved on his phone. you took your surfboard back and smiled.
"call me," you say, doing your signature thumb and pinky up hand shake before walking through your front door and shutting the door behind you.
reki stood outside your door, face bright red. he knew he was in love. despite you not knowing anything about skateboarding, he wanted to show and tell you everything and even bring you to an 's' race one day.
he couldn't help it. copying your hand motion to himself, he turned around and skated back to his house, knowing that he had just fallen for his polar opposite.
⋆˚꩜｡ a/n: guys i kind of hate this i wrote this at 2 am in one sitting but i hope u guys enjoy!! requests coming soon
☘︎ HE WAS A SKATER BOY, SHE SAID 'SEE YOU LATER, BOY!' ୧ featuring : multiple characters
୧ ׅ 𝙳ear readers ⊹ ۫ . 🕯️ ♡ ׂ ۪ ੭ lololol. this was acc what me & my ex situationship did once. yes. i wrote it in my diary( lol it's like exposing my diary ). yes i was stupid. yes i don't wanna talk about it. yes it was casual. oo, putangina. oh &&&& thanking @yintous for helping me with the characters !! sending you thousands of xoxo & more !! mwa mwa. + idk if the list is accurate,, but if the characters r accurate,, it's yin. kasi it's YIN. vi ur filo side is showing
"never stepping on that little shit ever again."
he snorts at your attempt to grab his arm before he finally holds yours, his other hand slipping around your waist.
"you didn’t even move yet."
so what if you were still in the same spot you were five minutes ago? you definitely felt something shift.
"shut up. it was like the world was rotating." you reply, holding onto his shirt like you're on a plane about to crash, and he's your favorite celebrity, making you think hey, i might be dying━━but at least i got to hold the love of my life. ( he is the love of your life. but it's different. )
"last time i checked, my science teacher said the world does spin." he says, amused by this dramatic situation you two are in.
you look at him, deadpan. the ‘i’m-about-to-die-here-and-you’re-trying-to-be-the-nerd-meme?’ look. the ‘im-gonna-die-a-virgin-noooo’ look.
and after months of dating you, he knows exactly what your eyes are saying. deadass knows. he sighs, "you're not gonna die. even if you did━━which you won’t━━the angels and jesus himself would meet me at the gates and beg them to bring you back because i still need to marry you."
"you're cringe." but it does make you feel a little less terrified... still terrified, but less. but terrified nonetheless. still less. and still terrified. "and stupid."
"yeah, very stupid. which is why i can't let you die. what if i cry over an ai video because it’s that superman cat cheating on the other cat?" he asks, moving his hand off your waist to place it on your back.
"yeah, the elsa one. i’m glad i grew up watching those jelsa or hiccup x elsa or the love triangle between elsa, jack frost, and hiccup animations. that was worth crying over━━" he gives you a small push, making the skateboard wobble slightly. god, if you weren't scared out of your mind, you'd have slapped the fuck out of his face. but no. instead, both your arms instantly wrap around his neck.
why his neck? because if anyone’s breaking something, it’s gonna be him. sacrifices must be made.
"you━━don’t push me!"
"you're not gonna get hurt. and you’re definitely not gonna die," he reassures, adding, "and if you do fall, your mitsuki koga inspired outfit will get ruined."
yeah, and we( you ) definitely don't want that.
you let out a fake cry, "let’s just get this stupid shit over with already."
he laughs, "atta girl." and honestly, that makes your stomach do flips.
you nod, your arms shifting as you go from holding onto him to holding his hand. slow, tiny, kind of dangerous and terrifying. the skateboard starts moving, and you can feel the wheels spin. you hear them, too. his hands are warm. soft.
"you think you can do it on your own?" he asks, looking at you like he’s afraid you’ll fall. please don’t let go.
"...yeah."
he lets go, and suddenly, the skateboard speeds up, no longer being balanced by him. you don’t panic. you just focus on balancing, praying you don’t eat shit. after what feels like forever, you reach a bump, and the skateboard stops.
"holy shit, did you see that? i made it super far this time!"
"that was good!" he replies, walking over with a proud grin, kneeling to grab the skateboard.
once he has it, he looks at you for a second before grabbing your arm and leading you to the nearest bench, making you sit down.
"does your feet hurt?" he asks, setting the skateboard aside, his eyes scanning you for any signs of discomfort.
"no."
"okay, good." then he sits down next to you and hands you a water bottle, knowing you look like you need it after all that stress.
you take it, opening the cap and gulping it down. honestly, it was kinda fun by the end. you put the bottle down ( after sealing the cap ) and look him dead in the eyes.
"how’d you know my outfit was inspired by mitsuki koga?" of course, you had to ask.
"you talk about the manga every day. i’m just praying no one else with a koga or aya vibe will steal you away from me.”
like you said. cringe.
skater au! bachira meguru, bllk tsukishima kei, nishinoya yu, tanaka ryunosuke, kuroo tetsuro, hinata shoyo, hq kojiro nanjo, reki kyan, sk8 hanta sero, kaminari denki, hawks, bnha / mha itadori yuuji, jjk writh madl, mashle death the kid, soul eater suo hayato, togame jo, wbk michael townsend, the naturals tim drake, dc + ur fav characters / anyone who fits the scenario ! ( translate : idk who else to add lol )
p.s ━━ ❪ all rights reserved to cherrycrvsh. these works cannot be reposted, translated, or modified. mwah ! ❫
Good day! may I request Poly Langa x Reader x Reki (They are not in a relationship yet but they have a crush on eachother) where reader doesnt know how to show emotions very well and the only emotion they only know is a "soft smile". They have soft eyes and they are really caring,kind and gentle. They show affection by hugging and patting their heads with a soft expression. You may or may not do this as long as you are not feeling stressed and other.♥️
hihi!!
thanks for requesting! I've been busy with school and work lately 😭 but now i got time to write again!
I've also been rewatching sk8, so i got the motivation to write them again lol! hope you like this! ^^
tender pats
If you dance, I'll dance
And if you don't, I'll dance anyway
Give peace a chance
Let the fear you have fall away
reki kyan x gn! reader x langa hasegawa
theme: fluff
warning: none, probably too much dialog?
summary: (name) doesn't know how to express their emotions well. they sometimes mimic others. but despite it, they have a kind personality with a softened expression on their face and a gentle smile. langa and reki both liked (name), and (name) liked both langa and reki. yet none of them make the effort to make the first move.
notes: after, what, a year i believe??? i answered this ask now lol life was... lifing lol... living... anyway, started rewatching sk8 and got the motivation to write this story haha! hope you like it! comments, reblogs, tags, & other feedback are appreciated! 💚
(name) was an average young student at one of the schools in Okinawa. they were indifferent in terms of emotions yet wore the most gentle expression on their face. their nature was caring for others and bringing kindness to those who crossed their path. growing up, (name) always had trouble showing emotions other than a soft smile. their parents weren't exactly the best examples, either. a stoic or unamused look were in their features whenever their eyes lay on anyone else, but when their gazes shifted over to their only child, the parents' gazes softened. usually, (name) would also try to mimic the other person's behavior to come cross more animated.
everywhere (name) go, kindness was shared among the crowd they merged into. Giving anyone who look their way a soft smile before they move along. Their eyes flicked to a familiar room sign, chatter spilling from the slight opened door. (name) carefully opened the door and was greeted by the sight of Langa and Reki playfully arguing which skater was best from a video they were both watching. (name) didn't understand skating that much like these two. Nor did they like skating that much as those two do. Last time they tried it, they broke they broke their arm. Reki apologized so much, even if it wasn't his fault. Their smile softened at them, opening the door as they knocked on it while walking in.
"Ready for lunch?" they asked, standing beside Langa’s desk. There was a faint blush on their cheeks, their heart fluttering when the boys threw a smile towards them.
"(name)! Yep, ready to go! Let's go to the rooftop." Reki said, getting his wrapped bento box. Langa copied his move, getting up from the chair. "(name), tell Langa that this guy is so much better at pulling out a kickflip!" The redhead boy walked beside the student, Langa taking their other side and watched as Reki showed (name) the video they were watching. (name) chuckled, shaking their head.
"i wouldn't know the difference, reki. they both seemed to be doing it the same way." they answered, earning a gasp from reki. a nice scent from the boy reached their nose. (name) noticed how close he was, their blush darkened the slightest. Reki had a dejected look on his face, slumping a bit on their way to the stairs that reached the rooftop. the (color)-haired student reached out a hand and pat the red-haired skater's head in a form to comfort him. said skater leaned into their touch and let out a soft hum.
"one day, (name), I'll make you see the differences." reki sighed, content to have his head patted by the student, his tanned cheeks tainted with a faint blush.
Langa watched the two with a curious look, pouting a bit when (name) patted his best friend's head. the trio reached the rootftop and sat in their usual places. The blue-haired skater sat on (name)'s right side while Reki sat on the other side, all three students crossed their legs and opened up their lunches. quietly, the tall skater watched (name) and reki talked more about the video again. his mind went back to how cute his friend was back a moment ago. he wanted a head pat, too. but how can he go about it? it was understandable (name) was more affectionate with his best friend. the two known each other longer than they had known langa. but they related, in most parts. both were scared of seeing their own blood. and had snowboarded in the past. langa remembered (name) mentioning the times they visited a ski resort somewhere in japan.
"(name)..." langa called out softly. when the other turned their head, the skater patted their head gently. "we should hang out at the park so you can see the differences other skaters do kickflips." he added, patting their head a few times. (name) blinked as they felt their cheeks burned up.
they truly didn't know how to express themself. receiving head pats was something they weren't used to. especially from another one of their crushes. their heart did kickflips of their own to langa's touch. "um... yeah... that so-sound good to me." they said slowly before their features softened. "I'll love to see you guys do a kickflip." their smile was encouraging, making both langa and reki let out a huff of determination to impress their crush.
"bet! i'm gonna do the best, awesome kickflip you'd ever seen, (name)!"
"pretty sure i'll impress them more."
"langa!" reki reached over and pulled on langa's cheeks, scolding the other before both felt a hand on their head and heard a light laugh.
"do your best, guys. just don't hurt yourselves." (name) said, patting both their heads. their encouraging smile not faltering any moment. gosh, both their hearts were doing their own kickflips at the sight of the (color)-haired student and their smile. yeah, neither of the two skaters were going to give up the chase. their hearts won't allow it.
notes: this title is so ass, langa ACTUALLY (actually) yearns he doesn’t participate in make believe social media yearning, langa just wants to hold reader’s hand, up on ao3 !, i wanna write smth like this again and expand
tw: langa is in the closet, fear of homophobia, gay yearning, hints of internal homophobia, a lot of thinking
…sun✰ i genuinely think i have a type (blue boys)… anyways i love langa sm he’s the cutest thing ever i fear
the rainy season in okinawa seemed to go on forever.
rain would fall from the sky in long monologues that never dropped the temperature more than a degree, so the air was still full of grimy heat that clung to langa’s shirt. the particles of water trapped in the air made it impossible to sweat away his misery, and he was always someone soaked after stepping outside no matter how much time he spent in the atmosphere. langa was used to undying precipitation; canada experienced its fair share of it during the winter months. except when it snowed, that guaranteed snowboarding, while okinawan rain only made it harder to skate.
langa looked out on the wide expanse of his suburban neighborhood, a familiar face zooming up and down the streets. even when the rain poured down, y/n always had the ability to bring back the missing sunlight with just his smile. the boy chased the rumbling clouds on the chipped and dented asphalt roads, the grooved-wheels of his skateboard kissing the ground in all of the right spots so he stayed secure.
he wishes he could be as carefree as y/n. if everything in the world could fall of his shoulders and everyone and everything allowed him a moment to breathe, langa was surely going to become the most successful person could be. but life wasn’t that easy, and langa wasn’t that carefree, so he chose to instead watch his best friend have the time of his life.
there is a tug deep inside the chambers of his hearts; a murmur that calls out to him with each resounding heartbeat that pumps blood to his ears. y/n was the closest thing to langa at all times. their friends at ‘s’ often said that “if you can find langa or reki, the other one is surely not far behind.” throughout langa’s short time in okinawa, y/n has been a lifeline for him, pulling him out of the trenches of grief for his father and helping him step into a new world. however, y/n was also the furthest thing out of langa’s reach. a combination of willpower, determination, and a healthy dose of competitiveness made it so langa could have whatever he so desired. whether it was snowboarding through dense forests and performing tricks only seen in magazines, or skating down the side of a mountain with the only goal being to catch as much air as possible, langa could see himself achieving those goals with minimal effort put in by him.
y/n, however, was a whole separate case. in langa’s mind, y/n was the unobtainable, the one who could not be reached no matter how far he reached out his arms and begged. how was one supposed to lock down the sun in between daylight cycles? the world gave langa a herculean task that only ended in heartbreak each time he tried to trap down why his heart beat pumped a certain way. langa did not understand why he was being so weak; the emotion was extremely unbecoming on him. perseverance was a pillar of his personality, something that friends would quote when citing his admirable quotes. that beloved perseverance was slowly withering, slowly eroding with each misstep langa made in approaching his relationship with y/n.
to be clear, langa did not want anything with y/n. scratch that, langa didn’t know at all what he wanted. his feelings were stacked in overlapping arrays that made little to no sense to langa. he couldn’t decode the once familiar words in his brain, couldn’t find what direction he was facing in the folds he spent so much time analyzing. something was seriously and entirely wrong with langa.
he had accepted long ago that he found guys attractive. by now, that small tidbit about himself was common knowledge to his heart (but certainly not to anyone else), but it didn’t make dealing with his feelings any easier. langa was good at regulating his own emotions, extremely good even; he almost never had outbursts of any extreme emotions and often stayed in a state of emotional calm and wellbeing. however, the second the internal monologue switched to his feelings on another person, langa felt lost.
it did not help that langa was new. having confusing feelings for someone of the same sex was easier in a place that you belonged in than a place that you were already and outsider in. if things went horribly wrong with y/n, romantically or not, langa would be ostracized from the small circle of friends he had made. langa would be left with almost no choice but saying goodbye to the life he has grown to love: skating everyday and spending time with the people who have accepted him so closely. once he sorted out his throbbing head, langa would have to decide if momentary happiness was worth potential termination of his social life, reputation, and/or his mental health.
it was hard to describe the pain that rippled its knobbly fingers over langa’s heart every time he gazed upon y/n’s figure. the muscle ached, weak from beating so pointlessly at the thought of being something more with him. it was pointless; all of the emotions langa was feeling were entirely pointless. he knew he would never act on his deepest desires, and he knew that he was hopelessly desiring something he would never receive.
langa understood deep down in the pit of his stomach that his thoughtful gaze would never be returned. he looked upon y/n with stars in his eyes; he, the moon, pitifully orbited the earth and longed to reach out his hands to grasp at the pretty blue that surrounded it. but the moon wasn’t that lucky, and langa would never get the chance to touch the cool, blue water that surrounded the planet. leaning against his knuckles, langa let a soft sigh escape through his lips as y/n stopped again right in front of his window.
it was not like langa to stay inside when y/n was out of his home. it also was not like langa to give up a chance of skating with his best friend to instead sit by the window and people watch. best friend. langa’s heart beat weirder each time he thought the words or each time someone would say them. langa wasn’t an idiot, he knew he felt something deep inside for the boy he considered his best friend. his chest ached when they were away, and filled with butterflies when they were near. it was inevitable for him to fall deep into a pit with the only escape being y/n’s outreached hand.
the boy outside his window looked up, eyes gazing straight into langa’s from 15 meters below. his shirt was soaked with rainwater, the bright blue of the borrowed fabric darkened and sticking straight against the muscles of his arms. y/n picked up his skateboard with his right hand and enthusiastically waved with his left, the raindrops falling around him seemingly bending at his will. a moment passed where langa chose to stare instead of act, his eyes tracing the figure of the receiver of his subtle affections. his pupils drank up the sunshine y/n emitted, heart beating unfairly fast.
he hesitantly waved his hand, beckoning y/n to come into his apartment. a small smile ghosted on his lips, not wanting to appear. his mind argued with his heart, the two in a fierce opposition on what was right. langa’s feelings weren’t right on paper, but they were what he felt, so were they correct? what truly decided what was morally safe? what was palatable for society, or what was true to the individual. langa thought no evil of himself, but he recognized the evil that lay within him.
there was nothing he wanted more than y/n. nothing in the world could top the boy he had gotten so close to over these past few months in japan. langa wanted to hold him close and whisper words of affection that naturally fell out, potentially receiving those same actions in return. he knew his was selfish; it was selfish to project his wants, his foolish love, on others who would never feel the same. but wasn’t langa entitled to some selfishness after a life of putting everything off?
the sound of rain mixed with langa’s pumping heart and y/n running up the soaked metal stairs and made a combination that made langa sick to his stomach. before he was ready, the front door to his apartment swung open. 5 more minutes was all he wanted, no, all he needed to find an answer. 5 more minutes of pontification would give him a chance at finding his result and accepting himself. water dripped from y/n onto the front door mat, langa’s mom walking to a towel and fussing at him to dry off. her insistence on having the boy not get sick did not make langa’s questions to himself easier.
“thanks, mrs. hasegawa.” y/n smiled, the older woman rubbing his shoulder gently. she turned back to look at langa, her set eyes urging him to get up from his fixed position at the window and come join his friend.
“i’ll make tea for you two. go have fun.” she spoke, turning away from the two teenage boys to go to the kitchen. y/n pulled off his shoes and set down his skateboard, a bright smile on his face as he met y/n’s gaze.
“let’s play super smash on your switch!” y/n rarely wore an emotion that wasn’t joy, his lips curling into smiles that still meant the world to langa no matter how many times he saw them. langa made no reply to his friend, y/n reaching his arm out to grab langa’s hand and pulling him along to his bedroom at the back of the apartment. against langa’s will and better judgement, his face began to burn up in sheepishness as he allowed y/n’s slick warmth to heat his hands. the knuckles in his fingers burned and stung, and langa realized he would never have time to accept himself. he would live in a realm of discomfort as long as his heart painfully wished and yearned for the boy by his side. it was unfair that the world was so cruel to him, setting him up for failure before he even had a chance to shoot his shot.
it was unfair as y/n pulled him into langa’s room and let go of his hand as he fell down on the floor with a gracefulness only he could achieve. the buzzing that ran through his skin was gone now, instead residing in his sore and aching muscles that deserved a break. all of langa deserved so much more than this, than what he was given. his legs slowly collapsed to the floor, his body draping itself over y/n. his shoulders tightened as y/n placed his hand on them while his shirt soaked up the water covering his best friend. langa had no choice to accept this situation as it was.
this was the best it was ever going to get.
langa is genuinely a blueberry i think we’re the same person
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