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asanoya 3sum with reader (nsfw)
kei and tadashi can't share (thirst)
tsukiyamareader big hands drabble (sfw)
misc inarizaki team x slutty!reader (nsfw)
bad chemistry oikawa x reader series (nsfw)
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warnings ! explicit nsfw, tw: knife wielding (no use), minors DNI
content ! wc 1.8k || college au || rough play || yuu getting hard from 1 kiss || playfighting kink || mutual size kink || m/m intimacy || rough sex in future parts || body worship || conversations around safety + consent || nonmonogamy || switch!reader || switch!noya || tbd!asahi || part one of three - reply to be tagged for future parts!
"Your flexibility astounds me, dude..."
You slump down, quiet, onto your mattress. You rest your heavy head on folded forearms, eyes tracking their semi-regular rough housing on a comfortable Friday evening.
Your request for none of the usual tomfoolery tonight had gone ignored, and it was steadily getting further away from reality with each new move.
"I hope you're holding on tight."
"Hm-?"
Your boyfriend is staring up at Asahi with a big, and growing, grin. A challenge, an idiotic idea, and risky move all wrapped up in one smile.
Yuu completely deadweights him. Asahi makes it look all too easy of a catch. If Yuu had done that to anyone else, he'd have gotten a concussion.
"Jesus! You could've killed yourself!" Asahi is practically curling him up by the ankle to ensure he doesn't bang his head on the floor, "Be careful."
To help himself out, he snags Yuu's other leg and -with some grunting and laughing- he slings his ankles over his big shoulders. Their backs are together, leaving Yuu to dangle upside down, looking at you with an energy totally inappropriate for the quiet, slow evening he clearly had forgotten he promised you.
"WOO!" He exclaims, breathless and with great effort, "Didja SEE that?!"
You deflect his excitement because it's not your style. You hum, approving, to acknowledge him, and reach out to give him a light touch. He laughs, but it's softer, as he's reminded to keep it down.
"Yuu, how much do you weigh?"
"Mmmmm... like 140ish!"
"Tiny-- you haven't grown, like, at all." Asahi laughs above you both as you swat away your boyfriend's sticky hands from your sheets. He was going to pull them all out if you didn't stop him.
When Asahi notices, he starts shaking him up and down-- and Yuu is delighted.
"wha-Ah-Ah-Ah! HAhAhAh!!"
Asahi swirls him around in the middle of the room, laughter reaching into a full-on screeching. Practice must have been recovery-focused today. Usually, his bigger friend didn't have so much energy to return.
Your finger slides between your teeth as heavy lidded eyes watch, warm and blacked out, at the scene before you. Azumane was over at your place more often than not.
You tended to abstain from arguing against his company, regardless of what kind of night you wanted to have with Yuu, because it generally didn't matter.
He was polite enough when you wanted intimate time with your boyfriend. He opted to just crash on the couch in your living room if it was too late to drive back to his own apartments.
His presence wasn't an issue with your roommates, either. They actually liked Asahi more than Yuu, and didn't understand why, out of the two, you chose the less pleasant one.
When your boyfriend off-handedly referred to the journey as the 'cuck-couch' about a month ago, the whole tone of your shared evenings shifted. Something had been going unsaid here for a minute. Lots of pregnant pauses, abundant and ignorant intimacy, and a mutual talent for never stating the obvious.
Asahi wasn't a third-wheel.
He was kind of the vehicle for conversation. He even went less ignored than even you when it was the three of your group all at once. Yuu was energized by him. He basked in his presence by sitting close or said things to elicit a reaction.
And you?
It was complicated. You didn't really dig shy guys-- the chemistry was nonexistent. You were far too straightforward to make a guy like Asahi comfortable. In fact, you hadn't ever considered Asahi attractive until you got to know him more. Well after you started dating Yuu.
Your favorite things about him were, admittedly, pretty shallow.
Big, tan arms. Veiny forearms. Big bouncy chest you wanted to bite really bad for some reason. His long, tough-guy hair. You kept those opinions close. Yuu, however, wore his heart on his sleeve and was quite vocal about how hot he found his best friend.
"Asahi?" You request, "What about you?"
"Haven't checked in a while," Asahi kind of deflates and sets him down on the crooked rug, "Hm. Dunno..."
You would interrupt, and admit it's not your business, if it's such a sensitive topic. But, the truth is, you wanted to know more. It's the only reason why you asked Yuu, first. So you'd have the excuse to ask his friend.
"Like...? Ahh.. 220?" He mutters, eyes never quite meeting yours.
Yuu doesn't make the topic any easier with his immediate: "DAAAAAMMMN! Alr-iiiight big fella!! I mean, holy shit. I didn't know you gained weight since--"
"Yuu!" You give a rare, sharp warning.
It shuts him right up, and Asahi -of course- understands not to take everything Yuu spouts to heart. Some things are unnecessary, though, and Yuu can always use help grasping the concept of time and place.
He pouts for a little less than ten seconds, tepid with short-lived embarrassment.
"Well... it's not like you're a soft 210, y'know," Yuu kicks his back. His way of telling him to cheer up.
He squeals in the purest form of glee as Asahi fights back by shoving his wild legs all the way over his head. He completes the flip and transitions up into a four-legged guard. Asahi eventually starts laughing, too, as they continue horsing around. It's impossible to be in your feelings around Yuu. He'll drag you out of the fog kicking and screaming.
You watch them play, heavy-lidded and smiley, head back to resting comfortably on your forearm.
Asahi's slow to warm, but once he gets in a silly mood, he's primed and wants to keep it up. He settles down, struggling, with a barely perceptible groan.
"(Y/n), seeeriously, you gotta learn how to defend yourself."
All too comfortable now, Yuu mimics you and puts his head in his hands, his big, crooked grin inches from your face.
"Yuu-," You blush and struggle to pull back, squirming up into a seat.
"Yuu!" He mocks, in a sweet, high voice and a boisterous laugh at your eye roll.
"Oh-h-h, Yuu-u," He keeps on, hands snaking around and cupping the hollows of your knees. It's a questionable, but okay thing. His friend can't see past his shoulders. You chop him on the top of his empty head a few times.
He continues, "I can teach ya, if you don't wanna come to my classes!"
"Mm-mm." You shake your head slowly. You can't even imagine him teaching somebody how to tie their shoes, let alone a skill so complex as safety. Maybe, if you ever went to their practices, you'd know how true the opposite actually was.
You're mild and calming. Yuu sighs at you, his face a little less tense, as he comes in for a short, but gentle kiss.
"So pretty..." He mumbles into your lips.
His sleepy, relaxed expression is short-lived, though. He's got something real on his mind.
"That's why you should learn something, baby... Y'know I worry."
He just won't drop the subject. He worries nonstop about not being able to protect you. It's a very tender topic for him and a huge reason why he started seeking combatives in the first place.
The problem is you both reached that as a middle ground. He was supposed to take the courses to make him feel better, but now he was overstepping all over again by trying to force you to learn from him.
You look at him, head cocked, with a frown, "What do I get out of this arrangement?"
"Mmmm-mmm-mm..." The longer he thinks, and fails to come up with effective bait, the more he pouts.
As a last-ditch resort, his head spins to Asahi, in a kind of pause-state. He's awkward. Another reason you used to reassure yourself that you chose right.
"Dude! Tell her she should listen to me!"
You scoff. That was a new kind of desperate.
Asahi puts his palm towards you, "No thanks," He settles onto his back with a groan, and pulls his phone out, "I'm not getting the middle of that."
Whether he intended to or not, his wording makes you both falter. Yuu makes an expression at his noisiness. You stare a tad too long at how he looks on his back.
Why were you with Nishinoya Yuu? There was hardly a guy that could keep up with your libido.
There was -of course- more than just that keeping you together, but it was a weighty prerequisite and the easiest answer available.
He catches you in the act. You aren't guilty of anything he hasn't already committed. Instead of calling attention to it, he steals a filthy, and intentionally silent, kiss.
When he pulls away, he's already half-cocked and brimming with ammunition against you.
And he might as well be purring, because it's always obvious when Yuu is in the business of being turned on.
Your Bait is oh-so-very polite about getting used as a dummy.
Yuu sits on the edge of your mattress, in your spot, barking instructions. He orders you around and over-explains positions, openly analyzing everything you get 'wrong.'
Asahi is a good sport. You are anything-but.
"Mhm; this is full guard. Now go back- yeah, that's half guard....Okay- waitwait, hands up, yep! There ya go."
"Yuu... this is stupid..." You drone.
You give a dramatic sigh at this difficult, kind of sweaty, uncomfortable activity.
"Wha-? Stupid?! What're you gonna do when I pay Asahi to mug you--"
Asahi interjects, "I wouldn't agree to that."
"--And you're like," He mocks you again, this time really grinding your nerves with that voice that is way too high to be yours, "Ahh! I don't know what to dooo!"
Your face drops. You stand up. You take three steps over to your desk, slide open a drawer, take a pocket knife out, turn to Asahi, and flick it open without blinking.
Click.
Asahi backs up quickly and silently.
Nishinoya groans, and ruffles his unruly hair as you close it and throw it back on your desk with a clatter, "Okayyyy!! Okay, okay, I get it."
"Plus-!" You throw a hand towards poor Asahi, "He's letting me win anyway. Like? Are we for real? How is this supposed to help whatsoever?"
While Yuu is quiet, visibly thinking for once, you apologize as an aside, "No offense."
"None taken," Asahi smiles.
So sweet. You can't help but smile back. You feel a teeny bit bad for taking your switchblade out just to prove a point.
Yuu is taking too long.
"Baby," You try again, "I get that you want-,"
"Shhshshshzszhs... Shush, shush," Yuu presses his finger to your lips.
You are out patience. This wasn't what you had been planning on tonight, and you know that he knows. Your vibrator charger is literally on display, dawned atop your nightstand.
It's about three seconds short of you telling both of them to go home.
But he opens with a compelling, "You're right, baby."
"Oh, I know."
"Safety is more about being fast on your feet. This stuff wouldn't be very helpful."
You're slower. "...True."
"That's! Why!" He jumps up, clapping, "We should just see if you can get out of a sticky situation."
A sticky situation raises your brow.
Sticky. Hm.
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Ი𐑼 post note. UGHHHH THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ONE PART BUT IT GOT TOO GOOD NOW IT HAS TO BE THREE. i think any time i write asahi it's a cursed 3-part series
I LOVEEE your writing it’s so good!! Like your genuinely my fave haikyuu fic writer🥹 also one more thing, is it possible that bad chemistry will get more parts in the future?? I’m just curious cuz I love it so MUCHH
hiii :,0 tysm i'm so glad you liked it! unfortunately it is a finished 3-parter series and i won't be revisiting it. i do still accept requests for new stuff tho !
another tsukishima and yamaguchi fighting over reader fic
warnings. thirst. minors DNI
content. 2.5k words || college au || bubbly!naive!reader || messy love triangle || nonexistent boundaries || jealous!touchy!tsukki || cramped booth seating || PDA || canonically bully-adjacent!tsukki || confessions, flirting, and almost-kissing || lots of non-explicit touching
"Soo tired!"
You stretch tall, hands reaching up to the ceiling as your trio enters your small campus café. The light pours through your splayed fingertips and for a moment, there's peace, until you get a small jab to ribs.
"Ow!" You mostly warn. You swat hard at Kei, making progress towards your favorite booth in the back.
"Ughhh!! Do we seriously have to study every day?"
Yamaguchi gives you a warm, apologetic smile on behalf of both of them, "I know, but with midterms coming up, we won't regret it. It's an investment."
You know better than to ask what how investments are relevant, because Kei's already stiff in the shoulders with the desire to tease you about your poor grades again.
The only reason he keeps his comments to himself this time is because he just stopped talking shit about your failing English paper that had fallen from your open bag, minutes ago. He'd be damned before he made the same joke twice in a row.
He gets around it anyway, "Maybe if (Y/n) knew how to use the zipper on her bag, she'd know what an investment is."
"Tsukki," Is Tadashi's resounding groan.
It's practically his catchphrase. You wish you could focus enough to count how many times he does that throughout the day, because you're sure 'Tsukki' would be his #1 most-spoken word.
Kei wore a grin you could hear better than you could see. And it was always audible when he teased.
Tadashi takes a seat first and you follow soon after. As you get settled, you accidentally place your palm atop his and you both pull away quick, warm, and unsure- until Kei also takes that side. He jams your body tight between the both of them and the adjustment is difficult.
"Ow-!!"
Your arms don't even have enough room; you have to hold them out in front. You put them to good use, slapping the blond's long legs.
"Hello?" You struggle, and grunt, and wiggle, and... he's unbothered. You're dealing less damage than a gnat.
"Whaaa-t?" He groans, "We've got more coming."
"So you can-?," Tadashi takes a breath and has to readjust, smushed against the wall. He tries to settle his nerves. It's unsuccessful as he snaps, "Can't you sit over there until they show up?"
They share a loaded glance over your head.
"Nahh." Kei readjusts and pushes an inconspicuously strong leg against you so he can enjoy more room, "Don't feel like it."
Your knees clack together and you shoulder him in return, digging into his ribs. He plucks his arm up and over your shared booth seat. It successfully babygirl's both you and Tadashi.
It's a tiring endeavor that you soon find isn't worth it, because he will not budge.
There were worse places to be, but Kei's bony elbow and the keys in Tadashi's pocket are something short of comfortable.
You point to a new drink advertisement on a folded, upright menu, "Y'think that's any good? Should I get it?"
"If you get it, I wanna try it," Tadashi comments, flipping through your textbook to find the chapter you stopped on in class today.
"'Scuse meee," You turn to Kei.
He's slouched back, arms half-crossed, scrolling his phone, his headphones already on.
You sigh through your nose.
The feeling on your palms pressing into his sweater, your knee sliding between his parted thighs, your breath breezing past the side of his face, makes him stiffen. He quickly readjusts his headphones. He sits up, eyes rapidly scouring you, pink tinging his pretty, slim features.
"Whaaat?" Your face is about four inches from his, and your other hand flies to his arm for stability as you wobble, "I said excuse me!"
All too quickly, you've stumbled out on the other side of him.
He mutters, "Dumbass..." And earns your cute little tongue stuck out at him, in return.
Amber eyes track your skip down the cafe to the counter-- how your skirt sways and all that peppy, simple energy. You do it again in line when you catch him watching you. Cute.
There's no hiding how long he looks over his shoulder at you, nor his explicit thoughts from Tadashi, who's busy burning holes into the side of his stupid, blond head.
"Tch," He rolls his eyes all the way into his skull when he finally sits forward in his seat again. He could feel the heat. There was hardly even a need to confirm it, anymore.
Everybody on the team. Everyone in their class (who cared enough) knew. You knew. Kei was not alone in peddling around for Tadashi to grow some balls and make a fucking move already. Afternoons of classmates: lingering in the door when, without fail, Tadashi would escort you to practice. Fellow teammates: pausing their conversations to get a glimpse of your hug as you parted ways to change. Kei: at his wit's end with these study sessions that bubbled, teeming, with opportunity, but reliably fizzled out into nothing.
There were many eyes on you, all the time, searching, scanning, for any signs of a confession happening. Selfish with the need to see it themselves but nonetheless supportive.
He spares his freckled friend, at last, a tiny look, "Relax. She's getting you a drink."
Tadashi is extra snappy. He's not just talking about the seasonal advertisement as he goes on to correct him:
"She's getting her own drink. I'll try it. You could also easily try it, Tsukki."
"Don't wanna try it." Kei mutters, arms crossing over his tingly chest again, "I want my own."
Tadashi shifts, exaggerated, and slaps an arm on the back of the booth, his whole body turned totally towards his friend. It's not like he would ever do anything, but intimidation was a rare thing on his usually mild temperament. Kei had been acting a bit like a toddler all day and Tadashi was returning it in his own way, sporting a tired-parent tone.
"Why don't you get up and get- your- own?"
Kei said nothing. But his icy stare said, quite clearly, 'I want yours.'
"'Scuse meee," You sing to Kei again.
He turns, slow, like it pains him, or is perhaps the most inconvenient favor he's ever done, by sticking his legs out in the aisle to let you through. If Tadashi wants to challenge him, Kei had an ego to protect and a point to prove.
There's an large, elaborate drink in your hands. You've got a bit of whipped cream on your chin already, and Kei -broody- misses his chance to bring it up as you feel for it and wipe your face clean.
It's a tight squeeze, still.
The outside of your thigh brushes his shoulder. Your skirt catches and lifts a little on the material.
You pay it no mind, but it's all Kei can do to collect himself before he resets. He lingers, seconds after you're seated, with his legs still in the aisle and his nose filled with the sweetness of your perfume. It's so easy.
He affixes his headphones, first, and turns to once again squish the two of you in. Harder this time. He ignores all ensuing complaints.
If only. Maybe his bouncing leg with speed this hellish torture up. Literally forcing you together.
It does succeed in making you lean into Tadashi. You can tell Kei is in a mood today and his uniform is scratchy on your bare leg.
The new order was better than your usual. You're extra satisfied. Less bummed about the prospect of spending time at the cafe today now that you've been somewhat compensated for the usually dry and fruitless effort of studying.
"Tada-shii-!! Mmm, it's soo good!" You hold the straw near to his lips, so that he has to sip it from your hands, "Here, try it- try!"
You play Keepaway when he reaches to hold it himself twice, flustered. They're both being sensitive and it makes you squint at him, calculating.
"Mm-mm, you'll drink too much of it..." You mumble, and press it closer, "Here."
His eyes bounce from the straw to your expectant face. He's drinking out of your hands with very little convincing; you're into it. It's kind of like feeding a small, timid animal. You bite back the giggly Good job and desire to coo at him like a bunny, or a cat.
Dark, thick, long eyelashes from this angle are so pretty. His complexion that was healthy. Sunkissed, athletic, and coated in an explosion of specks. Killer smile.
"I like your freckles..." Spills out, and makes him choke.
You forgot he doesn't.
"Sorry, sorry!"
You wince and yank out a bunch of napkins from the holder across the table. He has no choice but to accept your help and try to make a graceful recovery, but it's hard to come across as unaffected when now his lap is wet and your flippant comment is bouncing off the walls of his skull.
"Nice," Kei snorts, genuine laughter behind the back of his hand.
It is pretty funny, so you fail to hide your own giggles, and Tadashi gets all shy again.
What is truly funny is the two of you needing to exit the booth in order for him to get out, so he can clean up in the restroom. It's a clamber, a clumsy endeavor, with everyone stumbling out.
"It's okayyy!" You call to Tadashi. It doesn't help.
You don't have high hopes for the café soap, tap water, and electric hand dryer on his pants. He'll probably have to take them somewhere and live with the stain on his crotch for a few hours.
You share a rare look of amusement with Kei, because 1) you're often not left alone and 2) you often don't find the same things funny. This was a particularly odd exception.
You both dip your heads away. Small smiles and quiet giggles make Kei polite enough to clean up the mess you were responsible for.
"I got it."
He leans over you with no more words. He's lacking in his usual shittiness. He smells nice, but you push that all the way to the back of your mind and try to pretend like you never noticed.
The reach from his long limbs makes his position not a huge deal, but you're still warm at how he grips the wood right behind your head. You 'have' to stare at his arm while he carefully sops up the mess of your drink. You're partial to being a bit higher than him. Or, maybe it was the fact that he was doing you a favor. You don't care. You aren't in a rush to find out.
He acts like he doesn't feel your uneven breath flutter across his skin.
When you turn, because you can see him twitching, your eyes stop on his cleaning hand. He makes the napkins look very tiny.
"So big..." Falls from your lips.
He bites his cheek and looks away to hide how much he likes that. You're staring at his fingers, so his choice to take a second is nonconsequential.
Soon he's done and places all the napkins he used wadded up, back on the table to throw away later. He sits up, but doesn't turn away.
It's so easy. You are so. Easy.
Kei keeps his smile under his palm as he rests his elbow on the table, and flips his free hand palm-up, pressing the back of it into your lap as an offering.
"You've got a crush on him, don't you?"
You squirm, hesitant to take his touch and to answer his uncalled for, yet informed question. He can't help himself. You're too fun to tease.
"Do'y'want me to leave?"
"N-o..."
"Do'y'want me to tell him?"
"No," You're fidgeting just the right amount, toying with the tips of his fingers. He's got you where he wants you and he's where he wants to be.
You send a chill up through his arm as your touch skips across the lines in his palm. He shifts, nostrils flared.
It's not shy, he's not avoidant; it's just as conversational as everything else he's said today:
"Y'know I like you?"
See, Tadashi? It's so easy that even he can do it.
You pause. You're unsure what to do with that, and assume he's joking, until you feel his hand slide up into your hairline while you're busy searching his sincere expression. The 'Are you serious?' dies before it gets past your teeth.
His thumb is caressing the side of your face. It's a sensation that simplifies, dulls, everything else. With it, he gets you laser-focused on him.
Just the two of you. It rarely is this way, isn't it? Your heart is quickening and you truly look at him for the first time. He's got blond eyelashes. His glass are a bit crooked, when he presses his jaw into his hand like that. He's beautiful. He's not lying.
"Stop playing," You go to pull away, but he's rough with the angle to grip your roots and desire to keep you still. Just for a moment. He wouldn't hurt you, but he is selfish.
There's tension in the side of his face that you can see.
You like Kei. You want him around. You like the way he feels, right now.
But what you Really like is the fact that he's so direct.
"M'not joking. I do."
He knows he'll lose you eventually to his best friend.
You don't care much for quick-wittedness and sarcasm, or sick blocks, or the extra height he boasts about. You want- and deserve- somebody just as sweet as you.
Yet, for some reason, he can't roll over and let the Nice Guy win. On some level, he's certain that he's doing your future relationship a favor by making things rocky and interesting now.
Tadashi was fighting so much harder than he would've ever had to in order to win your affections.
"Tired of not saying it," He sighs.
His grip is soft, but your body feels drawn in, as if he's capable of generating a gravitational force. You don't realize that it's because you areleaning.
His eyes sink lower to your lips.
You want somebody to take your weight. Your heavy, beating heart. You had been stuck waiting around for a confession. Now you got one.
"You..." You run out of breath after just one word and your face flashes hot.
He's close.
You still don't wiggle away. You even hold your breath, and your lips are just barely sticking to one another before a heavy textbook slams onto the cafe table.
The awful shared flinch means his fingers get stuck and you're both left looking flushed, horribly guilty, and attempting to fish one of his adjustable rings from one messy lock of hair.
Kageyama's low, disgusted mutter: "Ugh... I didn't peg you for a pervert..."
The late company would've been a welcome sight three minutes ago, but all it does is throw a wrench into a track you didn't realize you were speeding down.
"Take that back, dumbass."
"Huh?? Like Hell I will! What were you doing?"
"None of your damn business, Tobio."
"Don't say my name like that!"
As those two get into it, you spiral in what was Tadashi's seat, fingertips pressing against your bottom lip. You're zoning out hard.
"Mm!" Hinata is helping himself to your drink across the table, "This is so good! Is this new?"
It's a mutter. A thought. It just slips out. Hardly something to fuss over, but one that Tadashi is reeling over.
You're not a saint.
Watching their hands touch was electrifying. Long fingers slipping against each other, trying to overwhelm the other with the teeniest bit of extra length. The ultimate proof that 'I'm Better Than Him.' You focus on the contrast between their complexions. It makes your breath stall.
Kei's shitty smirk is not a welcome sight- not when his hand is about .2 inches longer than Tadashi's. His are paler, and a little thinner, and a little more delicate. Always something to be jealous of.
While they are both trying to stretch their fingertips out further, you just want to see them laced together. Maybe with yours right there, in the middle.
Their aggravation has reached a ridiculous peak in a laughably petty competition.
You giggle, warm at their tense quiet, and pry their hands apart so you can hold them both:
"Best frieeendsss."
"Yeaah haha-h," Tadashi gives a weak laugh.
"Whatever," Kei grumbles, apathetic in his victory.
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postnote. couldn't fit this into the narrative of the tsukiyamareader full fic i've got queued for later tn. giving this up as a freebie bc didn't feel right just deleting it?
libero!reader confesses in a game of truth or dare to having a big, fat crush on karasuno's ace, asahi azumane. he makes a bold move to let you know the feeling is mutual, and things spiral out of control as you both don't want to let the golden opportunity to get physical pass by, as you have all year, and are further fueled by each other's newness, long-repressed desires, and willingness to keep going no matter what.
part one - he barely fits. (nsfw)
karasuno volleyball teams have a co-ed sleepover and after daichi goes to sleep, you scour his home for a suitable closet to play 7 MIH. you are A-okay being crushed to death if it means getting close to him.
part two - somewhere quiet. somewhere private. (nsfw)
after a sobering interruption, and the party dying, you're both left craving more than ever. wading, aimless, in the fractured social dynamics. knowing you both want it was half the battle. where to get into it is the real challenge.
part three - getting railed in daichi's laundry room (Ი𐑼 super nsfw !)
you attempt keep each other quiet, sweating and lustful but ultimately unsure about one another because everything has moved so fast. he proves his keep through restrained patience, grumbly proclamations, and fucking you absolutely dumb on top of the dryer.
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Ი𐑼 note. everyyyybody and their momma saw the first one, but the second and especially the third are way better. it kills me. they fell into obscurity and i spent sooo much time on that smut
Just a fun (weird?) curiosity of mine: Sometimes when I read Oikawa fics I have to concentrate really hard on his appearance because I end up automatically picturing him like this:
for some reason. It's so unserious, but your fanfics are so well-written that I can perfectly imagine the settings and don't have that "problem" as much 😭😭😭
it's so goofy
Love your work!!❤️❤️❤️
BAHAHAHAAAAA I CANNOT. cannot. express how real this is. i too have a similar problem. it is a HUGE reason why i thought oikawa was a tough watch
and thank you love!!!!!! i REALLY appreciate seeing you enjoy them :,))
