The rarepair community is shortly thinning out (from what I see on my TL) like I’ve seen so many people get mad about rarepairs nowadays. I really wasn’t a big fan of them but I still enjoyed it back in 2020-2023 cause that was prime time for anime shippings lol. But honestly, I thought we left that sensitive crybaby crap in 2020-2023? Are we actually mad that someone doesn’t ship Alastor and some random character from TWD😭
And the ship doesn’t even have to be problematic or “illegal” like minor x adult rarepairs, which I think is straight up ragebait cause WHY are we also doing that in the big ol 25’ ?😅. And that’s what I really wanted to touch on because people who ship Minor x Adult and the people who harass you cause you don’t like a Gay ship or their rarepairs really ruin the fun for everybody. And I mean EVERYBODY.
Dare I say “it’s just anime!” Without any kind of reasonable reasoning. Cause it is, at some point we’re gonna get bored of our favorite shows and video games and have to start doing REAL things like working and getting a j*b, paying bills..yknow ADULT THINGS. And lately I’ve been seeing 25 year olds on twitter going at it with teenagers who are just trying to enjoy their teen years by shipping her fav characters 😞 and it’s not even minor x adult.
Likeee IT GETS TO A POINT💔 and to the people who DO ship minor x adult in the BIG 25..count your days but at the same time these people don’t know what they’re doing, let them grow out of it and see how weird they were 10 years from now ☹️
That’s how fandoms become so insufferable because you have entitled people thinking they can say and do wtv they want like they RUN the fandom. If you haven’t contributed a big part to the fandom your nobody, sorry you have to be as loved and like as Loony for me to think you have some significance to tell others what to do😭 and the people who are just straight up weirdos. We really cant have anything fun no more, that’s why I don’t involved with anime discourse it’s so STUPID. You guys don’t know how many accounts i blocked because of it
Can we just enjoy things without harassing others? Without being weird? And no it’s not necessarily me defending anyone who ships minor x adults cause I think them doing that is weird, it’ll always be weird to be frank with you😭 but it’s also annoying when someone is trying to argue with people like that on a daily. Likeee shush please let’s go fangirl and swoon over the latest fanart please? Ignore the weirdos 😭 I think fandoms aren’t meant to have discourse in it cause that’s how they die out so quickly allat damn arguing, but..I beg to digress oki bai
But I’ll always like a rarepair even if it makes no sense to me like yes tell me why you think they look good together or their significant dynamics that make them look like a good couple please
I wonder if Japanese people actually have names like anime characters.
Yknow how in English fantasy books some character has the last name periwinkle or doufencloud and it’s always a British, French or German character
Do you think Japanese people have names like hinata, akira, TSUKISHIMA or uchiha. And it doesn’t even have to be a surname it could be the first name to lol
Or are they just make believe names like the ones in fantasy books cause some people actually have the last name periwinkle 😭😭
Idk guys lmk cause I’m American and i hope this doesn’t sound ignorant or fit into the dumb American stereotype 💔 I had an A+ in geography and biology last year
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oikawa tooru x female reader
tw: yandere, toxic/abusive relationship, gaslighting, manipulation, blood, minor gore
synopsis : it’s your fault, really. you shouldn’t have made him jealous
You breathe in deeply. The babyish scent of him, sweat, and blood lingered on the tattered white and mint jersey, and you clutched it violently toward your chest. No. It’s not real. It’s not true.
He can’t have.
When you feel a finger under your chin, gentle yet forceful in turning your gaze up to meet the one crouching in front of you, you bite your tongue.
He lets the tears silently fall down your cheeks, staring at your fear-stricken face with an unreadable expression. He presses a soft kiss on your quivering lips.
“You love me that much?” A small smile tugs at the corner of his lip and eyes the way your fists wrinkled his jersey. He slowly wiped away a tear with the rough pad of his thumb.
You flinch at the tender gesture, trembling away from him. “What have you done?”
A cold voice bites back.
“I did it for you.”
-
“(Y/n)!” Strong arms wrapped around your torso, pulling your back into the embrace of his hard, lean chest. It was almost hard to breathe with how tightly he was squeezing you, but you laughed anyway and put your hands over his. “I thought you abandoned me.” He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, pressing light kisses all over where your neck and shoulder met.
You sighed in content. He loved you. Your precious boy, Oikawa, loved you.
You both stumble into the wall, his back thudding softly as he continued to press fervent kisses on the top of your head, hands travelling down your body. “You know I’d never,” you chirp in a hushed voice, finally turning around in his arms to face him.
He had a dazed smile that day. The look in his eyes elsewhere, like he was in a different world. Maybe, if only you had cared to mention it that day, things would’ve been different.
You let him wrap his hands around your waist and pull you toward him. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours and breathing in your every exhale, like he wanted to swallow you down into his lungs.
You smile and lean up to kiss him, a slow, gentle kiss. He leaned closer, fingers tangling in your hair as he closed the gap. He tilted your head to get a better angle as he kissed back fervently, pouring every ounce of love, desperation, and need. It felt so perfect. So right.
It also felt… bittersweet?
But you ignored it and trailed your hands under his shirt, delicately tracing up his toned abs with your fingertips. You stopped when you felt the tears on your cheeks. He was shaking, crying into you as he held the connection between your lips, kisses growing sloppier.
Something wasn’t right. He’s an emotional guy, this was not the first time he’s cried in front of you before, but something was different. You put your hands on his arms to force yourself slightly away and properly look at him, but he buries his face into your shoulder before you could.
“Tooru?” Your voice came out shakier than you wanted it. You thread your hands in his hair, shushing and cradling him to calm his sobs, but he just crushes you against him. You don’t say anything. Just keep stroking his hair, rubbing his back. He clearly didn’t want to talk about whatever it was that had him so conflicted.
You should’ve forced it out of him.
-
You wanted to scream, to kick and thrash around, to ask why but the words died in your throat every time you opened your mouth. Oikawa only looked at you with tender eyes, eyes dripping with honey despite your panicked state.
“I did it for you.”
Your heart slammed against your chest when he repeated with the same flat tone. How in the world was this for you? You didn’t dare break eye contact with him even as Asakawa twitched and moaned just a few feet away from you.
The thick smell of blood was overbearing in the small space between you, and you could barely breathe without feeling nauseous.
“You’re gonna have to use your words, baby,” He narrows his eyes when you back away from his touch, and grips your chin between his index finger and thumb.
You whimper at his bruising grip, lips parting slightly from the force. You blinked at him, mustering up with all the mental strength you had, to whisper out, “Why?”
He smiled and before you could register it a hot kiss pressed against your lips. “You’re mine, I needed you to understand,” He pulls you into his taut, bare chest, slicked with a sheen of sweat and light smears of blood. He strokes the back of your head tenderly and fingers through the strands of your hair.
When Asakawa moves a hand just slightly toward you two, a quick slicing sound echoed in the air followed immediately by screams of agony, and you gasp at the sight of a knife impaling the back of his hand.
The speed at which the blood gushed out of him made you feel dizzy, and you looked away, unable to hold back a gag against the curve of Oikawa’s shoulder.
Oikawa turned his head slightly to look at him, eyes devoid of the softness it was filled with moments before when looking at you.
“I should try cutting these off one by one this time, huh?” He sneered, tracing down Asakawa’s shaking fingers. “Don’t think he needs these anymore, hm?” He pressed a hard kiss on your temple, wiping away the hair stuck on your forehead with his free hand. “You’re a big girl, you can write your own notes, right?”
You wept against his shoulder.
-
“Better me dead in your arms than alive in another’s.”
It was something that had always unsettled you when he said it. You loved him, and didn’t have even the slightest desire to leave him. But Tooru was always an insecure and jealous guy. You didn’t realize how much worse it got when you two started dating, how the guys that stared at you a little too long, girls that gave you side glances from ‘stealing’ him from them would always end up with broken fingers, or refused to meet your eyes the next day.
Oikawa was deceptively good at acting like everything was normal.
“They’re just jealous, babe, can you blame them? We look perfect together.”
“Ah, Matsubara, from baseball? Played too rough, from what I hear.”
“I just had a small talk with her, but I only asked her to respect our relationship, that’s all.”
You’ve only ever nodded and believed him. It was all true, after all. He just failed to mention he’d had been at baseball practice that day, that he forced her to wear shoes he had put needles in that day. He never lied to you, and you could feel as much. You just never asked for the details.
He never hurt you. No, never you. Not even slightly. Every touch was almost reverent, like you were his angel. You trusted him. The way his chest rose up and down against your head when you laid together, the way his fingers lingered, his electrifying feather-light touches on your hips, ankles brushing against your legs at lunch- it was no question he loved you.
When you had mentioned that Asakawa had given you his notes from the day you were out sick, Oikawa, like always, never faltered in his cool and collected guise.
“Ho,’ He hummed, trailing his fingertips on your arm, rubbing sensually as you cheerfully spoke. “That was nice of him.” He smiled, pulling your arm toward him. “I’m glad you were able to get notes for that class.” He murmured, rubbing the back of your neck.
How could you still not get it? What did he need to do to make you understand that he hated it when others even looked in your direction, let alone guys? Why was he not enough? Did he not touch you lovingly enough, tell you he loved you enough?
Why was he never enough?
He bit back his raging resentment, and instead kissed the side of your neck, still tenderly rubbing circles on your backside. You could feel the possessiveness in his touches, but you just giggled and leaned into him. You liked it when he got a little jealous, it was cute. And if it meant that he’d kiss you like that again, you'd borrow notes from Asakawa a thousand times.
He held back a scoff. You were laughing. You thought this was funny?
He’d wipe that endearingly irritating smile off of you soon.
-
“Please, stop,’ You begged in between harsh breaths, fingernails digging into his back. He shuddered at the sting, backing away slightly to look at your face again.
Your eyes were swollen red from the violent crying, lips pulsing from how hard you had bit them, and he grinned at the sight. “Stop?” He twisted the knife inside the boy’s hand. “I’m not the one doing this to him.”
Your brows furrowed in confusion and fear at his words, his implication. His hand was the one on the knife. What could he possibly mean-
“You were the one who took his notes. You were the one that forced Matsubara to hand that water bottle to you. You were the one that stole me from those fangirls,” He laughed at that last part, cupping your cheek and rubbing his thumb. “But it’s okay, I don’t mind. You wanted me to do something about it, mm?”
Panic flooded you as you shook your head. He couldn’t be possibly putting this on you, that it was your fault. It wasn’t, wasn’t it? Sure, you may have instigated a little because you thought his small peeks of jealousy were cute, but that doesn’t make it completely your fault.
Did it? Maybe if you didn’t purposely ask a boy for notes, or feign laziness when asking a boy to hand you the water bottle, none of this would’ve happened. If you didn’t make him jealous. “N-No, not in this way, Tooru-”
A taunting laugh rang in the alleyway and dampened your protests. “Not in this way? Silly girl,” he cooed, looking back at the boy gasping in short breaths. “You can’t say that now.”
“Tooru, please,” You sputtered. “It’s not too late, you can stop now, we won’t tell anybody, we won’t, right?” You call out to the moaning boy, terror squeezing a tight fist around your heart when you look down at him. He looked pale. Really pale. Especially against the sheer amount of deep, red blood pooling around him.
“Sweetie, don’t make me into some monster,” He mumbled on top of your head, the vibrations sending chills down your spine. “I did this for you. To show you I loved you. This is the proof of my love. I would kill for you, pretty girl.” His last words hissed over your skin, and you fought every instinct in your bone to shove him away, to run from the boy you thought you once knew.
“I love you, (y/n).”
You shudder and let him wrap his arms around you, trail his lips down your neck, to your collarbone as you watch Asakawa’s breathing slow down to an excruciating stop.
You did this. Oikawa may have been the one to pull the trigger, but you loaded the gun and cocked it.
A tear slips down your eye but he catches it before it falls.
Your eyes rolled back to the back of your skull, drool seeping out from the corner of your mouth. Above you was Ushijima Wakatoshi, ruthlessly pounding into you from behind, keeping both your arms pinned behind your back with a grip of a single hand as he pressed you further and further into the mattress from how hard he was fucking you stupid.
Your head laid turned to the side, cheek pressed up on cushion below as you gazed up at him with your ass in the air, stood and displayed all for him to bury his thick cock balls deep inside your tight, sloppy wet cunt.
"Ahhg- mnpff- mm- yeah! Ohh fuuckk! Yes, yes, right there!"
You mewled and cried out with pleasure, moaning and whining under him while his expression stood the same. A stoic and blank face with dark and lust filled eyes taking up each bounce and jiggle of your tits, ass, and thighs whenever he'd pull out his thick cock out of your tight cunt, plunging back in hard and rough. Grunting only occasionally.
You were out of it. So fucking out of it that you didn't even notice the sound of your apartment's door opening, light shuffling coming from the living room as someone called out a greeting. But it didn't reach you. Too fucked up and cock drunk that you could only focus on the way his hand would lift in the air to land a harsh and almost skin-tearing smack on your ass, squealing with delight as pain mixed with pleasure, stomach twisting tighter and tighter.
Your orgasm was building up fast, so fast you could barely catch up with your own breathing, slowly coming undone beneath him as you writhe, screaming out his name so loud you weren't surprised if you'd get at least 10 noise complaints from your neighbors. Oh wait.. that's right. This wasn't your house.
With a full body shudder, you felt the knot in your stomach completely burst, squeezing down hard on his pulsing cock as you squirted all over him and the bed below before slumping over and panting. What was I thinking of again?
Oh right, this wasn't my house. This... Wasn't my house?
... Oh. Right. It was his house. But only I didn't live here anymore.
It was only then you'd snap out of your daze, the door to the bedroom opening, your head snapping to look over at the door way. There stood a familiar woman, looking dumbfounded.
Ushijima Wakatoshi had never paid much attention to positions before.
He had always focused on precision, control, endurance. He knew his own strength, the way his body worked, the way he could move with purpose. Most of the time, he stuck to the same tried-and-true motions, favoring what was familiar and effective. But tonight, you had looked at him with those eyes, voice soft and teasing as you asked, "Wakatoshi, can we try something different?"
He hadn’t expected much of a difference. A position was a position, right? But when he had you pressed against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist as he lifted you effortlessly—
Everything changed.
The first deep thrust had your breath hitching. The second had you whimpering, nails clawing at his shoulders. And by the third—
You were gone.
Your body tensed up so fast, so hard, that Ushijima nearly stopped, his brow furrowing as he felt you clench down tight around him, your head dropping back against the wall, mouth open in a silent moan.
His grip on your thighs tightened instinctively, muscles flexing as he kept you lifted, held, pinned completely at his mercy.
And then he felt it.
The sharp, desperate way you squeezed him. The way your entire body shuddered, overwhelmed and trembling.
Ushijima’s breath caught.
“Already?” His deep voice was laced with something close to wonder.
You gasped, hands gripping his broad shoulders, nails pressing into his skin. Your thighs quivered around his waist, your body limp from the force of your release. Overstimulated, wrecked—completely unraveled.
A slow, deliberate breath left him as realization settled in.
This position had made you lose control.
His jaw clenched, something dark flickering behind his usually calm expression. He wanted to see it again.
His grip on your thighs adjusted, his large hands spreading your legs wider, securing you against the wall like you weighed nothing. And before you could even recover, before the aftershocks of your first orgasm had fully settled, he started moving again.
Deep. Steady. Unforgiving.
His pace was measured, controlled, devastating. Each thrust pressed you tighter against the cold surface, the contrast of his warmth and the chill of the wall making your senses blur. Your body twitched in response, oversensitive and already on the edge again.
Your breath hitched, your back arching against the wall, and Ushijima watched.
His sharp eyes took in everything—the way your lips parted, the way your hands clawed at his skin, the way you gasped his name between every movement. His grip on you tightened, his fingers digging into your thighs as he picked up the pace just slightly, enough to make you shudder.
“You like this.” His voice was calm, deep, but something about it felt different now. Like he was coming to terms with something new. Something he didn’t know about himself before.
Something dangerous.
The way your body reacted to him, the way you broke apart so quickly in his arms— he liked it.
A lot.
His lips brushed against the shell of your ear, his voice dropping even lower. “I like it too.”
Your head tipped forward, forehead pressing against his shoulder as your nails raked down his back, the pressure inside you tightening so fast it was unbearable.
You whimpered, the sensation of being lifted, stretched, completely at his mercy making your head spin. Ushijima could feel it. The way you clenched down around him again, the way your thighs trembled in his grip.
He exhaled sharply, holding you even tighter.
“Cum,” he ordered, voice like gravel and heat.
Your entire body obeyed.
Pleasure slammed through you like a tidal wave, your moan caught somewhere between a cry and a gasp as you shattered all over again, trembling in his grasp, body locking up completely. The force of it left you whimpering, completely spent, completely undone.
Ushijima groaned at the feeling of you convulsing around him, his pace unwavering as he rode you through it, relishing in how easily he could pull you apart.
When you finally collapsed, head lolling back against the wall, Ushijima didn’t move.
He kept you pinned against him, breathing deeply, grounding himself in the sensation of you still trembling in his arms.
His lips ghosted over your jaw, warm and firm as he pressed a kiss to your temple—but he wasn’t finished.
With a sharp inhale, he pulled back slightly, shifting his grip on your thighs before his hips snapped forward, hard. A strangled cry tore from your throat, your fingers clawing at his back as the sudden force sent pleasure crashing through your system all over again.
“Too much?” His deep voice rumbled against your skin, deceptively calm despite the way his movements turned unrelenting.
You barely managed a response—your mind too fogged, your body too overwhelmed as he pounded into you, each thrust deeper, harder, perfectly precise.
The intensity coiled tight inside you, every nerve on fire as you felt it creeping up again—fast, uncontrollable.
His grip on you tightened as he felt it too. The way your walls fluttered, how your legs trembled around him. He knew.
“You’re going to cum again.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement—a promise.
And he made sure of it.
Another deep thrust, another perfectly timed roll of his hips, and your vision whited out. The pleasure hit like lightning, your entire body jerking, shaking, completely wrecked as you gushed around him, soaking his thighs, the sound obscene in the air.
Ushijima groaned, his jaw clenching as the feeling dragged him over the edge with you. His hips stuttered, his pace faltering as he drove in one last time, spilling deep inside you with a low, guttural moan, his fingers bruising into your skin as he held you against the wall, his.
For a moment, neither of you moved—just the sound of ragged breaths and the faint, aftershocking trembles of your body in his grip.
Then, slowly, his lips brushed your jaw once more, voice deep, steady, satisfied.
Kuroo’s grandparents’ house was packed. The warm hum of conversation filled every corner, blending with the occasional burst of laughter and the distant sound of kids squealing as they ran through the hallways. His entire family had gathered for his grandfather’s birthday, a rare full-family event that happened maybe once a year.
The kitchen was a flurry of activity, aunts swapping recipes and gossip over steaming dishes while his uncles gathered around the dining table, engaged in heated debates over sports. Kuroo’s grandmother had you both cornered earlier, asking—no, demanding—when you two planned on giving her great-grandchildren, and before you could even attempt an answer, Kuroo had expertly steered the conversation to something else, saving you from the relentless interrogation.
You had smiled, nodded, played your role as the perfect daughter-in-law, but after hours of dodging prying questions and smiling at distant relatives whose names you barely remembered, you were in desperate need of a break. The stuffy warmth of the crowded living room and the persistent hum of voices pressing in from all sides made escape your only option.
So, you slipped into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you with a quiet sigh, pressing your hands against the sink. A deep breath, a few moments to yourself—that was all you needed. A little peace, a little space, a moment where you weren’t being eyed like a future baby-making machine.
Then, a few minutes later, the door clicked open again.
You barely had time to turn before Kuroo slipped in, shutting it behind him.
Your eyes widened. "What are you—"
"Let’s fuck."
You blinked. "Wow. How romantic. You really know how to set the mood, Tetsurō. Maybe light a candle next time? Play some soft jazz?"
His smirk was slow, lazy, dangerous. "Oh, I’d play something, alright. But I don’t think you’d be able to focus on the music."
You scoffed, folding your arms. "Tetsurō, we’re at your grandparent’s house. At a family event. With people literally roaming the halls. But sure, let’s add public indecency to our marriage résumé. That'll really impress your grandma."
He leaned in, pressing his hands against the sink behind you, caging you in. “And?”
Your heart pounded. “And it’s a terrible idea.”
Kuroo tilted his head, eyes gleaming. “You remember that bet we made a few weeks ago?”
Your stomach dropped.
Of course, you remembered. Some stupid, petty argument over who could name more world capitals or something equally dumb. You lost.
And Kuroo? He said he’d save his favor for the right moment.
This was apparently it.
“Tetsurō.” You crossed your arms, trying to look firm despite the way your pulse hammered in your throat. “Absolutely not.”
He grinned. “You agreed to the deal.”
“I didn’t think you’d cash it in like this!”
He hummed, tilting his head. “Well, it’s the perfect time. No one even notices we’re gone.”
You opened your mouth to protest, but the second his hands slid down to your waist, his fingers pressing into your hips, his body heat radiating against yours—
Your resolve crumbled.
“You wouldn’t.”
Kuroo leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “Oh, I would.”
And with the way he was pressing into you, his hands gripping you like he’d already won— you weren’t entirely sure you wanted to stop him.
His fingers trailed lower, teasing, playful, pressing into the fabric of your dress just enough to make you gasp. “You know, I was gonna save this for something special, but…” he exhaled against your neck, his voice dark, teasing. “I think you’d rather pay up right now, wouldn’t you?”
Your breath hitched, hands coming up to push against his chest—half-heartedly. “Your Mother is outside.”
His smirk deepened. “And? No one’s paying attention.”
“Tetsurō—”
“Shhh,” he murmured, fingers curling beneath your chin, tilting your face up. His lips hovered over yours, barely brushing, mocking. “You’re acting like you don’t want this.”
Your skin burned, and you cursed how easily he could unravel you. The worst part? He knew it. He knew you’d fold for him, knew exactly how to make your body betray you.
“Tell me you don’t want me,” he murmured, lips pressing just beneath your ear, his breath hot and slow.
You swallowed hard. “Tetsu—”
His hands slid further down, gripping your hips, pulling you against him. “Say it, baby. Say you don’t want me to touch you.”
You couldn’t.
Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, your resolve slipping further with every second.
Kuroo chuckled, the sound low and full of satisfaction. “That’s what I thought.”
His hands slipped beneath the hem of your dress, slow and deliberate, fingers tracing along the sensitive skin of your thighs. “You’re already getting warm, baby,” he whispered. “You sure you wanna keep resisting me?”
You clenched your jaw, trying to fight the way your body shuddered under his touch.
You parted your lips, ready to say something—anything—but the moment his fingers pressed just a little higher, your breath hitched, and you knew you were done for.
Kuroo’s smirk widened. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
And then, he kissed you.
Deep, slow, devouring.
Your back hit the bathroom counter, your arms winding around his neck as he took his time, teasing you, making you fall apart without even trying.
“We have to be quiet,” he whispered against your lips.
And with the way he was dragging you under, drowning you in heat, in want, in him— you knew that was going to be impossible.
But instead of answering, you simply nodded, your breath uneven, your body already melting against him. His eyes darkened at your silent surrender, and before you could process it, you were kissing him again—deeper, more desperate, all hesitation gone.
His hands moved instantly, slipping further beneath your skirt, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, teasing, waiting. "That's my girl," he murmured against your lips, his grip tightening as he pressed you harder against the counter. "Now, let's see how well you can keep quiet."
His fingers slid between your thighs, parting them just enough before slipping under your underwear, skimming over your warmth with a featherlight touch. You sucked in a sharp breath, your hands gripping the sink behind you as he chuckled low against your lips. "Already so warm for me, baby."
You bit down on your lip as his fingers pressed in, slow but firm, stretching you just enough to make your legs shake. He worked you open with practiced ease, his other hand wrapping around your hip to hold you still as your body responded to every precise curl of his fingers.
A whimper nearly escaped your lips, but you slapped a hand over your mouth, eyes widening as you remembered where you were.
Kuroo smirked, dark and wicked, his fingers moving faster, his thumb circling that sensitive spot that had your stomach tightening. "That’s it," he whispered, nipping at your jaw. "Keep quiet for me. You don’t want anyone to hear, do you?"
You shook your head, muffled sounds slipping between your fingers as your thighs trembled around his hand. He was relentless, teasing, playing, knowing exactly how to push you to the edge without letting you go over.
Then, just as your breath hitched, just as your body started to tighten around his fingers, he withdrew.
You let out a desperate, choked sound, but before you could protest, you felt the unmistakable press of him against you. Hot. Hard. Teasing.
He groaned as he rubbed himself against your entrance, just barely pushing the tip inside before pulling away.
"Shit—you're shaking, baby," he whispered, his voice rough, strained with control. "You want it that bad, huh?"
Before you could answer, he grabbed your thighs, lifting you effortlessly onto the sink. The cool porcelain against your skin sent a shiver up your spine, but it was nothing compared to the way he slotted himself between your legs, teasing you further as he lined himself up.
"Hold on to me," he muttered, voice thick with hunger.
Your arms wrapped around his neck just as he pushed inside, slow but deliberate, stretching you inch by inch. A strangled moan built in your throat, but you barely bit it back, eyes fluttering shut as he bottomed out, filling you completely.
His fingers dug into your hips, holding you in place as he started to move, deep and steady at first, but quickly growing more desperate. His breath was hot against your neck, each groan rumbling through his chest as he thrust into you, the wet sound of skin against skin mixing with your ragged breathing.
Your legs tightened around his waist, pulling him in deeper, chasing the edge that was already creeping up on you. His hand snuck between your bodies, fingers finding that sensitive spot, circling, pressing, sending white-hot pleasure straight to your core.
"T-Tetsu—" you gasped, one hand flying to your mouth as your body trembled around him.
"That’s it," he groaned, fucking into you harder, faster. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel it."
You were right there, so close, when—
Knock. Knock.
Your eyes shot open, panic freezing you in place.
"Tetsurō?" came the unmistakable voice of his older sister from the other side of the door. "Are you in there?"
Kuroo barely faltered, grinning like the devil as he stilled inside you, pressing his forehead against yours.
"Yeah, be out in a sec," he called back easily, voice steady despite the fact that he was currently buried inside you.
His sister huffed. "Hurry up, it's time for cake. Also, where’s your wife?"
Your breath caught, but Kuroo? Unbothered.
"Dunno," he lied smoothly, thrusting into you just once, slow and teasing. "Maybe she got lost."
You bit your lip, glaring at him, nails digging into his shoulders.
His sister sighed. "Whatever. Just get your ass out here."
The second her footsteps faded down the hall, you swatted his arm, chest heaving.
"You are unbelievable."
Kuroo grinned, pulling back only to slam into you again, harder this time, forcing a muffled cry from your lips. Your arms tightened around his shoulders, nails pressing into his skin as your entire body clenched around him.
"That’s right," he whispered against your ear, his pace unrelenting, each thrust sharp and punishing. "You're shaking so much—gonna act like you don’t love this? Like you don’t get off on almost getting caught?"
You tried to glare at him, but with the way his cock was hitting that perfect spot inside you, all you could do was shudder, mouth parting in helpless gasps.
"Yeah, that’s what I thought," he taunted, watching the way your body twitched under him, the way you clung to him like you needed him to keep you from falling apart.
His fingers slid back between your legs, finding your swollen, desperate clit, rubbing it in slow, teasing circles. The sudden sensation sent a jolt of pleasure up your spine, and you bit down hard on your own hand to keep from crying out.
"That close already?" he murmured, feeling the way your walls fluttered around him, the way your legs trembled around his waist. "Bet you love this, don’t you? Letting me fuck you like this when anyone could walk in."
You tried to protest, but all that came out was a broken moan, breathless and wrecked.
Kuroo chuckled, breath hot against your cheek. "No snarky comeback? No sarcasm? Baby, you’re too far gone to even argue, huh?"
His words only pushed you further, the tension inside you winding impossibly tight. His thrusts grew sharper, his fingers working you relentlessly until you finally shattered, your entire body convulsing as pleasure crashed over you.
Your orgasm triggered his, his rhythm stuttering as he groaned low against your skin, spilling deep inside you.
For a long moment, the only sound in the bathroom was your combined heavy breathing, the weight of what just happened settling between you.
Then, Kuroo smirked, pressing one last slow kiss to your jaw. "See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?"
You barely had the strength to lift your head, your breath still coming in heavy, uneven pants. Swallowing hard, you managed to rasp, "Never again."
Kuroo only chuckled, brushing his lips against your temple before pulling back. "Come on, there's cake."
You groaned, still trying to reassemble your thoughts, your body tingling with the aftershocks of pleasure. With shaky hands, you reached down, pulling up your panties—now soaked with his release—and quickly adjusted your dress, trying to look at least somewhat composed before stepping back out into the party.
Kuroo, the smug bastard, was already fixing his shirt, completely unbothered, his smirk not fading for even a second as he reached for the door handle. "Think Grandma will notice how wrecked you look?"
You swatted at him, glaring. "Shut up, Tetsurō."
But as you stepped out, legs still wobbly, Kuroo just shot you a knowing grin. "Too late. You already look guilty."
ft. kuroo, iwaizumi, oikawa, bokuto, tsukishima, atsumu, osamu
warnings: i mean... the title speaks for itself i think! implied fem reader ; also not proofread
MDNI!!!
☆ kuroo : tetsuro is a simple man. there isn't a single thing he doesn't like about you. but the man absolutely adores thighs. put on a pair of shorts or a miniskirt and he'll fall to his knees. to be fair, he's a man of taste, so not only does he love thighs, but he's also a sucker for ass. can and will smack it whenever he can, not even in a strictly sexual way, but simply because he likes having his hands on you. ass and thighs will absolutely be used as a pillow, there's no debating it. he will also not so sneakily squeeze your thigh while sitting down or grip it while he’s driving and you’re in the passenger seat. hell, he’d die between your thighs if he could, because let me remind you, this man is an EATER. (just leaving this here)
☆ iwaizumi : i mean, have you seen him? ass. he physically cannot function if he sees you in tight skirts or pants and his hand can always be found in your back pocket if you two are walking together. definitely lightly smacks your butt to celebrate or tell you that you're doing a good job (throwback to him smacking makki's ass bc he scored a point). loves loves looooves to leave marks on it - fingerprints, bites, hickeys, you name it - and he will shamelessly stare at it in public.
☆ oikawa : i think we can all agree on the fact that this man loves tits. seriously. doesn't care if they're big or small, he just loves your chest. he will absolutely use them as pillows and/or slip his hands under your shirt while you're cuddling. loves to see you walk around the house without your bra on, bonus points if you're wearing his clothes. and if there's one thing that makes his knees weak it's seeing tan lines on your chest - one look and he's over the moon. he also probably has a thing for cute lingerie, especially cute bras - or rather, he has a thing for taking said cute lingerie off of you.
☆ bokuto : don't ask him. he genuinely cannot choose, it's physically impossible for him, especially because he's got his hands all over you 99% of the time. probably has a slight preference for ass but he doesn't even realize it. you definitely have his handprints all over your ass because he cannot for the love of god control his strength but he also profusely says sorry if he ever hurts you. either way, wear anything remotely tight or revealing and he's gonna lose his mind.
☆ tsukishima : he will never ever admit it, but tits. he says he doesn’t care and claims to love every part of you equally, but you’ll definitely catch him lacking if you wear anything low cut. of course, he isn’t the type to shamelessly stare at your boobs, we’re talking about kei after all, but you know him, and you can tell his eyes linger on your chest just a little more than usual. and also, they’re the first place he reaches for when cuddling gets a little spicier. probably likes leaving marks on your tits because they’re not as visible as your neck and because he swears that ‘hickeys are stupid’. he still does it nonetheless. again, doesn’t mind if they’re big or small. he just loves them.
☆ atsumu : take a good look at him and tell me this man isn’t a certified boob lover. seriously. bonus points if you have your nips pierced. he just loves boobs. back hug? his hands are finding their way on your chest. cuddling? his face is pressed between your tits. doesn’t give a fuck about looking like an idiot while gawking at them, either. he’s just completely enamoured with them, probably loves to suck on them too. also, i feel like he has a thing for girls with tiny waists, don’t know why. he too loves to spoil you with pretty lingerie and definitely loses his mind whenever he sees a bra strap peeking out of any of your shirts.
☆ osamu : now, hear me out. osamu miya loves to cook. he also loves a woman who EATS. for this reason i’m a firm believer of osamu being a man who loves thighs. loves having his face between them, using them as a pillow, biting into them. he will go insane for thigh highs and absolutely adores when they get bigger as you sit down. there’s nothing this man appreciates more than a pair of pretty legs showing up under a short skirt. he would gladly be crushed by your thighs, but he doesn’t dismiss ass either. generally, i think he likes everything - but thighs, they’re his utter weakness. expect many, many hickeys and marks all over them. and, just like kuroo, i just have the slightest feeling that osamu is a munch - make him suffocate and he’ll die happy.
Kuroo is an utter simp when it comes to you - not that he'd ever admit it aloud. But his Nekoma teammates constantly tease him for the borderline worshipful way he dotes and gushes about you to anyone who will listen.
He always saves you the best seat whenever you come to watch his volleyball games. Kuroo plays with even more flashy bravado, determined to impress you with his skills and game-winning plays. Whenever he pulls off something particularly impressive, he shoots you a sly wink and cocky grin.
After victories, Kuroo sweeps you into a bone-crushing bear hug, lifting you clean off your feet and peppering your face with sloppy victory kisses. He'll murmur what a good luck charm you are amid the jubilant celebratory chaos.
While the rest of the team heads to parties or out to eat after games, Kuroo insists on treating just you to a private celebration dinner - just the two of you, candlelight dancing in those mischievous hazel eyes as he gazes at you in unrestrained adoration.
Despite his cocky, borderline childish public antics, Kuroo shows an extraordinarily soft and attentive side when you're alone together. He loves cradling you in his lap, playing idly with strands of your hair while stealing countless gentle kisses and serenading you with whispered affirmations.
Kuroo never hesitates to flaunt his claim over you in front of his teammates or rivals. He'll sling a possessive arm around your shoulders, nuzzling into you while recounting some intimate moment with a salacious wink that has you blushing furiously. His favorite pastime is prompting that pretty blush.
At the same time, even his confidence can waver when it comes to you. Behind that impish smirk, there lurks a vulnerability - a nagging fear you'll one day realize you're too good for his teasing, overconfident ways. On those rare occasions, Kuroo clings to you tightly, peppering your palms with soft, reverent kisses.
More than anything, what Kuroo values most is the sacred space you've carved out together amid his chaotic life. Where he can let his walls down and simply exist as a lovesick fool, basking in your warmth, patience, and steadfast acceptance of him - flaws, quirks, and all.
a/n. i saw someone else do this but i forgot the user!! :(
☆ — IWAIZUMI
quiet bratty girls. he enjoys a little bit of sass and mouthing off, he thinks it’s cute. it keeps things from getting boring. he‘ll get you back for all the little comments and eye rolls you give him, don’t worry. you won’t have the brain to talk back when he’s got you bent over the bed with his cock jamming into your spot over and over.
"told you to shut that shit up— now look at you, baby."
☆ — AKAASHI
good girls. he likes a girl who will play with his hair and read with him. a girl who will stay up late when he’s at work for a few extra hours. a girl who will gladly let him devour you for as long as he wants. he likes when you get all whiny and squirmy, but of course you’d never push him away whenever he spews encouraging praises at you, gently shushing you whenever tears start to roll down your cheeks.
"so good for me… shh, calm down, love."
☆ — KUROO
semi good semi bad. he likes a girl who can have a little attitude, but will still get on her knees whenever he asks. it’s a bit cute whenever you get mouthy with him, but it never lasts for long. a simple kiss and a redirecting word, and you’re melting for him.
"why are you being so difficult, babe? cmon, i know you can be good."
☆ — KENMA
good girls. bratty girls are too much work, and he doesn’t always have the energy for it. he likes girls who will play games with him and cuddle up in bed with him all day. and a girl who will ride him without complaint when he’s feeling too sluggish to do any work.
"you’ll ride me? really? …that’s sweet."
☆ — NISHINOYA
somewhat bratty girls. he likes the chase to be honest. it’s endearing how you try to act like your little panties don’t get wet whenever he’s around. don’t worry though, he’s very determined. he‘ll have you under him eventually, taking his cock with rapid thrusts.
"think it’s funny making me wait? hm?"
☆ — HINATA
good girls. loves a girl who will cheer him on during his beach games, even when the hot sun is beating down on you. especially loves a girl who will let him fuck after a loss— or even a good win. he likes to get the rest of his adrenaline out, or let his frustrations out. whichever one he needs, you’re there waiting to bend over, offering your tight cunt.
"gonna let me fuck you, baby? yeah… as a reward for the win."
☆ — DAICHI
good girls. as a police officer, it only makes sense that he’d enjoy a nice, sweet girl that listens to him and doesn’t cause any trouble. might be okay if you were teasingly being a brat, just as long as you go back to being his perfect girl once he gets his hands on you.
"you’re cute, babe, nice try."
☆ — KYOTANI
both. he kind of needs a girl who can keep up with his attitude, he can’t handle a girl that’s too soft and sweet. a girl with a bit of feistiness to keep him in check, but also a girl who will be patient with him. he definitely prefers someone who is more pliant while getting fucked though. the way you just move into whatever position he wants, and the way you whine and cry his name is all so addicting.
a/n: heh..here you guys go. I’m gonna try to finish this series one day at a time with two teams in one post!! So bare w me 😢 I hope you guys are having a beautiful day or night
part 1 part 3 part 4
KARASUNO
Daichi: another big, fat NO. Just doesn’t see how it benefits him to take advantage of your trust and body. Doesn’t want his friend validation for exploiting you on the internet or just in person, he’s nawt that kind of guy.
Sugawara: noooo…BUT. He also tells daichi and maybe asahi about the time you two had last night. He cannot keep his mouth shut and that’s the truth, let’s just hope a 1st or 2nd year doesn’t hear him describe the way you were gripping on his dih
Asahi: like Kuroo, he use to get scared when girls sent him nudes like deathly afraid that he’d get in some type of trouble. But with you he didn’t mind it. And again, one of the third years may use his phone for something and see a video of you💔 bless his heart.
Tanaka: ehhh, definitely doesn’t leak them. He’s too respectful and guards them with his life but he also doesn’t know when to stfu and will explain to noya about the movement he pulled on you last night
Noya: LISTEN. Forgive me..but he does show Tanaka..and asahi..and shoyo💔 he’s too proud of his girl and how gorgeous she is that he had to show her off, in the wrong way of course. Asahi tells him that’s not okay😠 and Tanaka..he probably didn’t say anything (surprisingly) cause he enjoyed ts to
Kageyama: no, doesn’t even have social media. Barely talks to anyone outside of school or vb practice..except maybe shoyo. Also he may send an awkward dick pic back, but that’s okay guys he’s just a first timer.
Tsukishima: mmm..he’s definitely an asshole. He loves your nudes also, but damn he blackmailed you once and hadn’t received a nude since then. He obviously wasn’t gonna do anything with it and he thought YOU knew that. But he came out to show he was sorry, was taken off tit pic ban shortly after. but he will end up doing it again if you piss him off to the max
Yamaguchi: HECKKK NO! Has definitely seen other girls get bullied by getting their nudes leaked so he would never want to put you through that. Wouldnt even blackmail you with it either, no matter how upset he is at you! But I can’t guarantee you that he won’t beat his shi to it sorry. 💔
Hinata: tuh, thinks he’s so tuff like lev and kindaichi. Won’t send it to anyone or leak em..but the first years def saw you in his phone..maybe even Tanaka and noya. But Kageyama and yamaguchi kept quiet while tsukishima laughed his ass off along w Tanaka & noya, just relentlessly teasing him. It was definitely by mistake guys! He was just trying to show them this cool volleyball trick he sawww stop!!
Kiyoko: why would this glorious queen ever do something as lame and trifling like that? Think to yourself for a min. She saves them to her photos, but doesn’t have to worry about anyone seeing them cause she doesn’t let anyone use her phone besides yachi. you three are already in a love triangle so who cares
Yachi: noooo way. She also gets nervous when you send one to her, especially out the blue. Her hands start to sweat. I feel like she dropped her phone infront of kiyoko when she saw the picture you sent her and yeah kiyoko definitely saw it but chose not to speak on it, just for the sake of yachi’s anxiety. Yachi definitely looks at those pictures like it’s a holy relic 😭 sweet babyyy
FUKURODANI
starting off strong, bokuto. You must be crazy if you think he’d do something so lowdown like that!!..Akashi had to cut his phone ALL the way off when he left it open and unattended on the locker room bench. And it had a picture of you on it. Akashi is the best friend anyone could ever ask for TBH. Also he sends crazy, and unfiltered dick pics/vids back 😭 I mean either you think he’s sending you a video of him doing something stupid and 20 seconds into the video he’s stroking his soft dick as it slowly hardens or like he’ll straight up just pull it out his briefs if he’s feeling lazy and show you. I like to think bokuto has a curve..like Captain Hook🥰
Akaashi: opposite to popular beliefs..your chat is full of nudes from him and you. So why would he ever show his gfs precious pearly PRISTINE and GLISTENING pussy to his friends or his IG followers?! Akashi is a freak and a weirdo, but he has morals!
Konoha:… his vibes give off fake and snake..just like daishou. So I’m gonna say yes, he will leak you, yes he DGAF. 💔 he was probably that kid in middle school who stayed exposing people on instagram left to right and would post their fight videos to his story and make people pay for the full videos 😭😭💔 dude prolly had his own trademark on a 6th grader vs 4th grader fight video lmao. Idk smth about him just screams fake and slimy, I think it’s the eyes but honestly he’s so SEXY.
finding an error in someone else's fic: awe. we are all human - this is totally understandable and doesn't bother me whatsoever. it is almost endearing to know that others are not perfect, and in their excitement to share, they made a small mistake.
finding an error in your own fic: a merciful death is too kind for me. i deserve to be burnt on a pyre or publicly executed at dawn
