nothin

yeah nothing

[kaxoohaa]

is it just me who absolutely LOVES smaus. Like they are such a fun read. It feels so much more interactive and fun than the usual fic and it makes me sm more entertained. Especially when the plots good too like YESSSS. Has me staying up till late just to finish reading one.

pls recommend smaus from any fandom I will literally read it no matter what they r SO FUN.

[zmbkats]

BF TEXTS W TSUKISHIMA !!

໒꒱ ‧₊˚ kei tsukishima x reader

cw: joking ab breaking up, very stupid roblox games, suggestive texts from reader, tsuki being a big ole baby who misses his gf, job mention, plotting to put tsukishima in a sexy nurse costume 👅

©️ guttrbug 2026

don't steal plz ❤️

[foxyteeth]

(HQ) BOYFRIEND TEXTS ♡

IN WHICH you text your boyfriend while on your period!!

includes (in order): miya twins, suna, oikawa, iwaizumi, matsukawa, kuroo, kenma, bokuto, akaashi, tendou

cw: suggestive humor, cursing, i made this while in aggravating pain, please ignore any grammatical errors

a/n: first post after 2 years..... how r we feeling... some of them r slightly out of character but my page my #rules

[traqi]

TS SO HILARIOUS WTF

[fayelero]

ⓘ 01. HQ BOYS AS TWITTER LINKS !

⤷ LINKS ﹫ smut ﹫

⌗ bokuto, kageyama, kuroo, kenma, atsumu, osamu, suna, iwaizumi

⚠︎ porn without plot, cunniligus, rough sex, creampie, oral (f receiving), slight public sex .ᐟ.ᐟ

bokuto kotaro

- making out after a long day

- eating you out like it’s his dinner

- taking care of you like a goddess

- taking you as he pleases

- lives to see you on top of him

- don’t even know he’s making you squirt

hajime iwaizumi

- fingering his girl and making sure she loves it

- when he has bad days, you’re the first one to know it

- late nights back shots

- how he hold your tits cause he loves them

- coming home to his sweet wife after a rough day

suna rintaro

- taking a video of you riding him so beautifully

- making sure you’re moaning loudly

- when he’s lazy

- asking videos of you when he’s far for a game

- he lives to tease you

- never finish without making you squirt

atsumu miya

- atsumu loves it rough

- cum just at the sight of you

- pics he’d keep carefully

- just the tip? nah.

- mutual masturbation

- “you’re gonna break the bed!” “we’ll get a new one”

kenma kozume

- when he’s too lazy and wants to see you do all the work beautifully

- the beautiful lace set he bought you

- you distracted him from his games

- still making you do the work

- after a long exhausting stream

- kenma is lazy but when he’s into something…

kuroo tetsuro

- autopilot is useful in his new car

- knows just how to make you see the stars

- ass guy

- red is still his favourite color

- couldn’t even wait to be in the bed

- taking you right before the shower

kageyama tobio

- always fond of his girl

- burry himself deep

- fingering while his dick is in your ass

- eating you out like it’s a competition

- the first time you did it you thought he was gentle when it came to sex

- he does so much workout for volley and this

[mayoeinase]

How it feels to read a fanfic and discover a kink I didn't even know exist

[yuwnaaa]

absolute PEAK

[showhay]

bewitched

— tobio’s nothing but a love-sick teenager with hormones except everything is directed to you.

kageyama tobio x telepath!f!reader

c: suggestive content (just an urge to bite the reader), hair description(s), cursing (a few)

i did put hinata and kageyama in the same class, yes, reader needs emotional support.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

you don’t notice it right away.

at first, it’s just little things — you’re walking down the hall, and someone thinks ‘god, i should’ve studied for that math quiz,’ and you swear you heard it even though nobody said it out loud. you figure you’re sleep-deprived. nothing new.

but then, during lunch, hinata’s across the table from you shoving rice into his mouth like a vacuum cleaner, and you distinctly hear: ‘if i eat faster maybe kageyama won’t steal my meat bun.’

you choke.

“you okay?” hinata asks.

except the thoughts keep coming. they’re clear, loud, and sometimes very dumb. so dumb you consider asking a teacher if there’s, like, a brain parasite that makes you hear other people’s mental commentary.

and then comes the real test: gym class.

the boys’ volleyball team is practicing, which means hinata drags you along to “watch my sick jumps!!” you sit on the bleachers, doodling in your notebook, when a cold front settles nearby.

aka: kageyama tobio exists in your line of sight.

he doesn’t even look at you. he never looks at you. in fact, he’s the kind of guy who could sit next to you on a deserted island and still manage to act like you’re invisible.

you’ve tried to be friends before — said hi in the hallway, offered gum once, even smiled when hinata introduced you properly. every time, he just stared through you like you were a particularly boring wall.

so naturally, you’re bracing yourself for awkwardness when suddenly—

‘don’t sit so close to hinata. what if she likes him. no. no no no. shut up. don’t think about it. she smells good. crap. what shampoo is that. no. volleyball. think about volleyball. think about serves. don’t think about her mouth. oh god.’

…you blink.

the fuck.

‘she’s smiling. stop it. don’t smile at hinata. smile at me. no, don’t smile at me, i’ll combust. fuck. my hands are sweating. why are my hands sweating, i’m not even near her. oh my god, what if she hates me. she probably hates me. she should. i’m acting like a freak. i should talk to her. no, if i talk i’ll sound stupid. volleyball. volleyball volleyball volleyball—’

you almost fall off the bleachers.

because holy hell. holy hell.

kageyama tobio, the human brick wall, the guy who can’t even bother to acknowledge your existence, is apparently running a 24/7 internal radio show titled “i am catastrophically into you and it’s ruining my life.”

outwardly? stone-faced. inwardly? begging the universe to not let you catch him staring at your earlobe.

and the thing is… he’s not wrong. you’ve had a crush on him for ages, even though you told yourself it was hopeless. he’s talented, tall, ridiculously good-looking, and has that weird puppy-dog intensity that makes you want to pat his head and also run away.

you grip your notebook so tight it almost crumples.

this is either the best day of your life or the start of your villain arc.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

you start testing it.

whenever hinata calls you over to hang out by the court, you sneak glances at kageyama, just to see if his brain is still malfunctioning. spoiler: it is.

‘she’s walking over. don’t look. no, look a little. too much. she caught you. oh god. i’m sweating again. why is she standing closer. her knee almost brushed mine. i would die. i would literally die if she touched me. is she listening? she’s not listening. thank god. wait, is she?’

he shifts away like you’re contagious.

you smile, because you’re evil.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

the thing about kageyama is, he tries so hard to act like he doesn’t care. but his brain? his brain is a live feed of him spiraling every time you breathe. it’s actually kind of flattering.

and also terrifying.

yesterday, you wore your hair up.

‘her neck is out. her NECK is OUT. who told her she could do that. i can see her pulse. i could bite—NO. STOP. think about sets. think about serves. don’t think about biting. what’s wrong with me.’

you choked so hard on your juice box that hinata had to smack your back.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

by the end of the week, you’ve come to terms with it:

you can read minds.

kageyama tobio is mentally unwell, and you are the illness.

you kind of… like it.

okay. more than like it. your crush has officially upgraded from “he’s cute” to “i might need to start a diary just to process the things he thinks about me.”

the real problem? pretending you don’t know.

because kageyama is still acting like you don’t exist — glaring, grunting, ignoring your attempts at small talk — even while his brain is writing love letters in 4k resolution.

you’re not sure how long you can keep a straight face.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

by now, you’ve learned to brace yourself whenever kageyama’s around.

not because of him, really — no, if it were just the face, the sharp eyes, the arms that look unfairly good under a t-shirt, you’d be fine. but the thoughts? his thoughts are like turning on the tv at midnight and stumbling across a channel that shouldn’t exist.

case in point: you walk into class one morning, half-asleep, hair a little messy because you rushed.

he’s already there. you don’t look at him. you try not to.

‘bed hair. she has bed hair. she rolled out of bed like that. oh my god. what if she was dreaming. who was she dreaming about. no. don’t think about her dreaming. stop. her pillow probably smells like her. what if—’

you nearly slam your head into your desk.

“you good?” hinata whispers, side-eyeing you as you drop into the seat beside him like your soul just left your body.

“peachy,” you croak, because explaining that kageyama just mentally narrated your entire morning vibe is not an option.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

it gets worse at lunch.

hinata waves you over, patting the empty seat at the table. you’re about to sit down when you hear it:

‘don’t sit next to hinata. sit here. sit next to me. oh god, she’s coming. she’s actually—her knee’s almost touching mine. her thigh—’

you sit.

kageyama immediately shifts away, scowling at nothing.

you blink at him. he refuses to meet your eyes.

his brain, though? absolute chaos.

‘why did she sit next to me. why. is she doing this on purpose. she’s too close. i can smell her. she smells like fruit. what fruit is that. peach? strawberry? i’d eat it off her—NO. shut up. eat your rice. don’t look. don’t look at her lips. stop. volleyball. volleyball volleyball volleyball—’

he stabs his food like it personally wronged him.

hinata chats with you like nothing’s weird, but you’re fighting for your life not to snort-laugh into your lunch.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

you start noticing things.

like how kageyama somehow always ends up behind you in the hallway, trailing a few steps back. or how he never talks directly to you, but his eyes flick toward you whenever he thinks you’re not looking.

and then there are his thoughts — wild, yes, but… scarily observant.

‘she always chews her pen when she’s thinking. she’ll get ink on her lips like that. does she know she tilts her head when she reads. her shoelaces are loose. what if she trips. i’d catch her. i’d—NO. shut up. don’t think about holding her. idiot. stop it.’

you drop your pen mid-homework.

there is no reason on earth for him to know that much.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

the true horror, though, comes in the form of p.e.

you’re sitting out with a couple girls, watching while the class runs laps, when kageyama’s brain decides to become pay-per-view horror content:

‘she’s sitting. her skirt’s riding up. i can see her knee. don’t look. don’t look. crap, i looked. don’t imagine what’s under. STOP. oh god. what if the wind—NO. kill me. kill me right now. run faster. distract yourself. volleyball. volleyball. but what if she bent over— NOOO.’

you nearly eat dirt from laughing so hard.

the other girls side-eye you like you’ve lost it.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

that night, you can’t stop thinking about it.

your crush is bad enough already — he’s unfairly good at everything, tall, athletic, with that dumb serious face that makes your stomach flip. and now? now you know he’s secretly losing his mind over you.

but he’s also insane. in the funniest, dumbest, most teenage-boy way possible.

you bury your face in your pillow.

this is going to kill you.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

you don’t even notice at first.

practice runs late, the gym is emptying, and you’re waiting for hinata, scrolling on your phone while kageyama lingers behind to put away equipment.

it’s quiet.

too quiet.

and then — footsteps. fast, uneven.

before you can look up, he’s standing right in front of you, chest rising like he just ran a marathon.

you blink. “uh—”

“i can’t stop.”

oh no.

‘she’s so close. she doesn’t know what she does to me. every day. every second. i count how many times she looks at me. i know her laugh by heart. i know the way her hands shake when she’s nervous. i know how long she spends tying her shoes in the morning. i know she bites the inside of her cheek when she’s concentrating. i know everything. i watch everything. i shouldn’t. i shouldn’t. but i can’t stop.’

your phone slips in your hand.

you stare at him.

he’s staring at you, trembling, like he’s physically holding back an earthquake.

“kageyama—”

“you don’t get it,” he blurts, voice too loud, too raw. “i tried to ignore you. i tried to act like you weren’t there. but i can’t. i can’t think about volleyball, i can’t sleep, i can’t do anything without you being in my head.”

his brain is spiraling, a live firestorm:

‘she’s gonna run. i sound insane. i AM insane. but i don’t care. i’d burn my whole life if she asked. i’d quit volleyball if she told me to. i’d kneel if she told me to. i’d follow her anywhere. i’d chain her to me if it meant she’d stay. she has to stay. i’ll make her stay.’

your breath catches.

he steps closer, too close, eyes wild.

“i like you,” he grits out, then shakes his head like that’s not enough. “no. it’s worse than that. i’m—i’m messed up about you. i think about you all the time. the way you laugh, the way you smell, the way your lips look when you’re eating, when you’re—” he cuts himself off, face blazing red, teeth clenched.

‘don’t say it. don’t say it. i can’t tell her i think about her mouth at night. i can’t tell her i want to kiss her until she cries. i can’t tell her i want her so bad it hurts. she’ll hate me. she’ll hate me. but i can’t stop.’

he fists his hands at his sides, shaking.

his eyes dart to your mouth.

then away.

then back again.

“say something,” he rasps. “please. i’m gonna lose it if you don’t.”

and god, you should be scared.

this is insane. this is kageyama tobio cracking open like a dam, drowning you in everything he’s been swallowing down for months.

but you’re not scared.

your heart’s racing, your face is hot, and all you can think is finally.

finally, he said it. finally, he’s not pretending you don’t exist. finally, the boy whose brain has been screaming your name for weeks is letting it spill out where you can see it.

you stand, so close your chest brushes his, and whisper, “then lose it.”

he freezes.

‘lose it. lose it? she said lose it. oh god. she wants me to. she actually—i’m gonna explode. i’m gonna kiss her. no. yes. no. i can’t hold back. i can’t.’

and kiss you, he does.

his mouth crashes onto yours, messy, desperate, nothing like the movies. he kisses like he sets — sharp, precise, but with terrifying force, like if he doesn’t pour every ounce of himself into it, it won’t land.

your knees nearly give out. you grab his jacket, dragging him closer, and he groans against your lips, thoughts spiraling out of control:

‘she’s kissing me. she’s kissing me. she’s mine. mine. mine. i’ll never let her go. i can’t. i won’t. she’s all i want. all i need. i’ll die like this and i’ll be happy.’

when he finally pulls back, both of you breathless, he presses his forehead to yours, whispering like a confession in church:

“i don’t just like you. i want every piece of you. all the time. and i know it’s too much. but i can’t make it less. i can’t make you less.”

and with his thoughts still screaming your name like a prayer, you realize you don’t want him to.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡‎

♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

a: i have a bonus for this but i might get burned at the stake if i put it here.

@yujisgffs @hrfnoomi

© showhay — don’t copy nor translate without my permission. i do not own any of the photos that i have used. credits to all the rightful owners. (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

iloveu

[showhay]

mine.

— kageyama kept your relationship a secret because he wanted to protect you; but he’s probably the one that needs protection.

timeskip!kageyama tobio x IT GIRL!reader

@kageyamasluvrgirl’s request, i can't mention for some reason.

this was like in 2018+ or something so still twt.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

if you asked anyone on the adlers, or anyone who played volleyball in japan, or hell—even anyone who had seen kageyama tobio’s face plastered on a sports magazine cover—what it was like to date him, you’d probably get the same answers.

“must be hard.”

“he’s so serious all the time.”

“athletes don’t have free time.”

“he probably forgets anniversaries.”

wrong, wrong, wrong.

being kageyama tobio’s girlfriend was easy. effortless, even. he gave you everything without realizing he was giving it: his trust, his time, his ridiculous need to feed you every new snack he discovered. and he loved you in the only way he knew how—direct, blunt, without a single filter.

no. the hard part wasn’t him.

the hard part was being you.

because you weren’t just a normal girlfriend. you were THE it girl.

and unfortunately for kageyama, that meant the entire world wanted you, too.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

the first problem was the games.

people swore they came to watch volleyball, but the moment you took a front-row seat, it was over. the match was background noise. the main event was you: sunglasses perched on your nose, outfit coordinated like you were walking a runway, legs crossed casually like the stadium belonged to you.

and the tweets proved it.

𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹

@volleychokehold: i’m supposed to be watching adlers vs black jackals but i can’t stop staring at the girl in the front row.

@kneepadsandknees: WHO is she?? how do we get her instagram??

@netblock69: she looked at kageyama once. i’d sell my soul to be kageyama.

@hotpotboy: that girl is dressed like she’s going to brunch with god.

@thirstydinner: respectfully i would bark for her. unrespectfully i would cream for her.

𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹

meanwhile, tobio was on the court trying not to implode.

he saw you in the crowd, staring at him like he gave you the milky way. and he loved it, god he loved it—but so did everyone else.

and he hated that.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

his breaking point wasn’t even volleyball-related.

your agency had set you up for a food/lifestyle campaign. nothing crazy—just a cute shoot for onigiri miya, osamu’s restaurant. the plan was simple: pose with the twins, eat some onigiri, laugh for the camera.

except… the pictures dropped and suddenly everyone online was screaming because the it girl was sitting between two miyas.

𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹

@onigirifan: wait wait wait… she’s collabing with OSAMU and ATSUMU????

@kneepadsnheels: nah bro this feels like a sitcom episode.

@vballtea: the way kageyama’s prolly crying rn.

@boke4life: the twins look like they’re fighting for joint custody of her.

@fashionstan88: she makes eating an onigiri look like a runway walk. i want her to eat me next.

𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹

kageyama saw the post mid-practice.

at first, he froze. then he frowned. then he squinted at the screen like it was a physics problem.

“…why are there two ats—”

“don’t say it,” hinata groaned, he just wanted to practice with kageyama after awhile.

“no, seriously,” kageyama jabbed his phone at him. “why are there TWO atsumus??”

“that’s osamu! his twin!”

“his WHAT?”

“his twin brother! he owns the restaurant!”

“…you’re lying.”

“i’m not lying!”

“then why do they look the same?”

“BECAUSE THEY’RE TWINS.”

“…so… one’s fake?”

“oh my god.”

hinata gave up.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

by the time he got home, kageyama had worked himself into a state. his instagram blew up that night with a carousel so uncharacteristically dramatic people thought his account got hacked.

you in his hoodie, hair messy, holding a mug of tea.

you asleep on his chest with his arm around you.

a selfie of you glaring at him because he snuck a photo mid-bite of ice cream.

the two of you in matching slippers.

caption: mine.

𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹

the replies were instant chaos:

@liberolover69: KAGEYAMA STRAIGHT UP WENT “SHE’S MINE” LMAO

@spikemeup: man saw the twin collab and blacked out.

@bestmiyatsumu: BRO???

@onigirimiyaofc: imagine beefing with me just bc i let her eat my onigiri 💀

@hinatashoyo010: kageyama, SAY THEIR NAMES. who’s who??

@kageyamaofficial: …atsumu 1 and atsumu 2.

@onigirimiyaofc: BROOOOOOO.

@bestmiyatsumu: i’m just that good??

𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹

home

you were lounging on the couch when he stormed in, tossed his bag, and immediately crawled onto you like a man starved.

“…tobio?” you laughed, caught under his weight. “what’s with the dramatics?”

he muffled into your neck: “why were there two atsumus.”

you blinked, then started cackling. “oh my god. babe. they’re twins.”

“no, that’s impossible.”

“tobio. they’re brothers. twins. literally born together.”

“then why do they look the same?”

“BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT TWINS ARE.”

he groaned, tightening his arms around you like he could squeeze the embarrassment away. “don’t care. mine. you’re mine.”

“you’re actually insane.” you carded your fingers through his hair.

“good.” his voice was stubborn and muffled. “stay here. cuddles now.”

and you laughed so hard your stomach hurt, but you still pulled him closer anyway.

because maybe the world saw you as the it girl,

but tobio?

you were just his girl.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

a/n: i feel so lazy.

© showhay — don’t copy nor translate without my permission. i do not own any of the photos that i have used. credits to all the rightful owners. (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

iloveu

[showhay]

no thoughts, just her

— tobio forgets his jersey number but remembers the exact time you first sneezed in front of him.

ts!kageyama tobio x f!reader

c: fluff!!

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

kageyama tobio is the kind of man who could probably forget his own shoe size if volleyball didn’t require footwear. which is fine. understandable. tragic, even—because he’s a professional athlete, his body is the business, and yet his brain… sometimes takes detours.

like the time during practice when he blankly stared at the back of his own jersey as if someone had written quantum physics instead of a simple number. his teammates swore they saw smoke leaving his ears.

“kageyama,” ushijima asked, patient like a saint. “are you… lost?”

and kageyama, with that blunt honesty of his, replied, “i don’t know what number i am.”

silence. echoing silence. the kind of silence that could age wine.

“your jersey,” hoshiumi said carefully, as though speaking to a feral animal. “has the number. right there. on your back. it’s been the same for so long, kageyama.”

“oh,” he muttered. “right. i forgot.”

the entire adlers team collectively had to sit down, not because the revelation was earth-shattering, but because they could not comprehend how a setter of his caliber could erase his own numerical existence.

but then. oh, then.

someone (a random guy named berto) made the mistake of asking why—if his memory was apparently this hole-ridden—he somehow, without fail, could recall your birthday down to the exact minute.

and kageyama, red in the face, ears blazing like twin traffic lights, shouted so loudly the rafters shook:

“BECAUSE IT MATTERS MORE!!”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

and that, dear reader, is when everyone realized: kageyama’s brain runs exclusively on two modes—volleyball and you.

and unfortunately for volleyball, it had to share space with the gravitational pull that is you, his girlfriend, his universe, the reason he knows the exact second you once tripped on a crack in the sidewalk two years ago (“2:47 pm, april 16th,” he recites without blinking, as if the event is carved into marble).

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

kageyama doesn’t just love you. he lives you. eats, sleeps, breathes you.

example:

you once offhandedly mentioned you liked the smell of strawberries. normal boyfriend move would be to buy you strawberries.

kageyama’s next move?

he bought enough strawberries to make the kitchen look like a crime scene. then panicked because “what if she doesn’t like them that much” and ended up googling “can strawberries expire faster if i stare at them” at 2 a.m.

another time, you told him you liked how warm his hands were.

and suddenly, every chance he gets, he’s grabbing your hand, clutching it like he’s trying to convince fate itself that you’ll never let go. even during games. ushijima once had to physically pry him off your wrist before a match because, in kageyama’s words, “her hands get cold if i’m not holding them. what if she dies?”

the dramatics are unparalleled.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

the obsession devotion reaches its peak whenever your name comes up around the team.

someone starts, “so, y/n—”

kageyama who’s whipping his head around so fast doctors would warn about spinal damage “what about her? what did you say? do you like her? YOU CAN’T LIKE HER. SHE’S MINE.”

ushijima, calmly sipping water, “i said she made good cookies.”

kageyama blinks, “oh. yeah. she does. really good. amazing. the best. she’s the best. you’re not allowed to have any.”

hoshiumi snickers, hand covering his mouth, “she literally gave me some yesterday.”

kageyama, scandalized, gripping the floor like it betrayed him, “WHAT—”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

and yet, despite being a human disaster in love’s clothing, he is also the sweetest kind of devoted.

he sets reminders for every tiny detail you’ve ever given him:

your favorite pen ink color (0.5 mm, black, smooth tip, no exceptions).

the exact shade of sweater you once said made you feel “like a cinnamon bun” (he ordered three in bulk).

the minute you first laughed at one of his lame volleyball analogies (“10:36 am, august 3rd. it was about pancakes. she laughed at pancakes. it was beautiful”).

he doesn’t forget these things because they matter. to him, you are a library of holy scripture and he’s memorized every verse.

and when you ask him why he can’t remember his own jersey number but can rattle off the date and time you first sneezed in front of him, he simply answers—face serious, eyes sharp, heart loud:

“jerseys change. numbers change. but you—” he pauses, as if words aren’t enough. “you don’t. and i don’t want to forget anything about you. ever.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

you laugh, because it’s so him. clumsy, blunt, desperate, the kind of love that’s too big for his chest.

“tobio,” you tease, ruffling his hair, “you sound like a stalker.”

he frowns. “no. stalkers don’t care about birthdays.”

and honestly? fair point.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

he may forget his jersey. his shoe size. his locker combination.

but he’ll never, ever forget you.

to him, you’re the game. the victory. the only scoreboard that matters.

and if he has to scream it from the rooftops until the world finally gets it, he will:

“BECAUSE IT MATTERS MORE!!”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

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iloveu

[mzenins]

❛ gloria, i wanna take you to euphoria ! ❜ ✶ ࣪˖࿐ * sakadays multi characters

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── contents: suggestive, gn reader, making out, spitting, dry humping, hickeys┆ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ how they kiss you…

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── featured on this disc: yoichi nagumo, natsuki seba, shin asakura

╰⪼┆nagumo kisses you like you’re both in a constant game of cat and mouse. it’s competitive and intoxicating with a strong surge of adrenaline bustling through your veins but oftentimes it’s fleeting.

he allows for his bottom lip to gently graze yours then retracts himself from your vicinity with the mere purpose of seeing the dazed look on your face that was anticipating more. he enjoys the shocked gasp and reprimand that comes from you, followed by a murmur of “dickhead.” which he classically retorts with, “hey, that’s not nice!”

the roles switches up constantly, something he indulges in, but a sick part of him can’t help but bask in the sight of you desperately grinding down on his clothed crotch with your forehead littered by sweat as you incoherently rasp in his ear for him to kiss you harder. his mouth twists up in a sadistic manner against the column of your neck, “hm? want more neck kisses?” he feigns innocence.

his playing dumb act grinds your gears to the fullest and makes you want to choke him out till your heart’s content but he’d probably brush off your actions with a snippy comeback.

you loudly groan in frustration and his eyebrows pull up at your outburst, your hips halt against his pelvis, “god, do i have to spell everything out for you?” you grab a fist full of his noir hair to perfectly align his head with your face, “kiss me properly, nagumo.. on the lips.”

he likes seeing you all riled up. he tauntingly smirks, “ah! you should’ve just asked, silly.” before you can argue on that’s what you were doing in the first place, he encloses the space, humming contently. your lips moves together in sync, rapidly harmonizing in a sensual way. his tattooed hands slip under your shirt caressing the bare skin but the small delight comes to a pause once he uses his teeth to gently pull at your bottom lip, teasingly letting it go out from his hold. he drily chuckles at you chasing after his lips for more.

╰⪼┆natsuki kisses you like a pornstar in love. it’s lewd but intimate, igniting an untamed flame in the pit of your stomach, rapidly flickering waiting to be extinguished, but your heart beats erratically against your chest with warmth blooming around the organ.

it can be messy at times with his saliva smearing onto your chin and drippling off, or, it can be sweet and memorable leaving you smitten with butterflies for the rest of the day; pick your poison, he doesn’t mind either way.

he likes to sneak up on you— at first it was an occasional habit he’d done unintentionally but now he uses his airy footsteps to his advantage. slithering his toned arm around your stomach to pull you closer to his broad chest and grips at your jaw with his calloused hand to tilt your head upwards to somewhat face him

“open your mouth.” he calmly instructs, as if what he planned to do next was just a run-on-the-mill activity. you comply and suddenly feel a warm droplet of spit land onto your tongue, your eyes widens and before a squeal could erupt from your throat he captures your lips with his.

natsuki pants heavily against your mouth his hot tongue hastily collides with yours as he subconsciously begins to rut himself into your figure, his eyebrows deeply furrows together. his lips are soft on yours but has intensity far too hot to handle. “s-slow down natsu…” your meek voice trembles in between the heated kisses.

his usual nonchalant complacence crumbles apart. his plump lips glistens once he pulls away, a small string of saliva connecting the two of you. “can’t. sorry. you just taste so damn good.” some darken strands of hair stick to his forehead; he’s dizzy but pushes through to quench his thirst.

╰⪼┆shin kisses you like he’s almost afraid of you. he’s not and he swears by it but the way his body stiffens with his shoulders nearing his ears and rigid lips stilled has you thinking the former. he touches you as if you’re a porcelain doll glossed over with iridescent medium, and that sometimes translates into his fear of messing up.

he gets in his head a lot and stays there. but as the relationship progresses, he gains his confidence within his abilities to please you and once that layer of skin grows, that’s all he dedicates himself to. he’s rough which causes teeth to clash but he’s also sweetly passionate with his movements.

an extremely slow day at sakamoto’s store leads to you on top of the store counter with him between your legs. he disregards the opportunity to flip over the closed sign— the thought of being caught fuelled something dubious inside of him.

his large palms roam from your thighs to grazing over your chest eliciting a choked up gasp from you. he’d become too cocky, perhaps for his own good. his lips moved with delicious vigour against yours, slowly increasing the tempo with every passing second. soft grunts and huffs comes from the blond mixed in with your panting.

“is this too much?” he asked as he departs from your space with antsy eyes. you whine restlessly, “it’s not enough.” you tug at the belt loops of his baggy jeans, pulling him back in your vicinity and his face plants in the crock of your neck instead. suckling and nipping at the delicate skin and swirling his tongue around the area. your whimpers fills his ears like a lullaby.

eventually, his ministrations cause a darken bruise to appear. he ogles at the sight that encourages him to continue but an unfamiliar intruding thought enters his mind. a customer outside was planning on coming in and purchasing pockys. and while shin knows it would be morally ethical to put a stop to your activities, he can’t find the strength to do so. he’s completely and utterly drunk off by your smell and touch; what a bad influence you are.

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[tsukiboo]

some nsfw thoughts about some of the saka days boys (check out my other nsfw thoughts here)

SHIN

- before i get into the nsfw part, i think shin is the epitome of boyfriend material. it’s in his aura. IK IT

- he’s a vanilla boy through and through. kinky shit literally goes over his head.. ontop of that he’s way too scared to hurt you

-(i aways gotta talk about head, lmao here i gooo) he’s so inexperienced when it comes to both giving and receiving head😭. giving head he’s a bit clueless. willing, devoted, a little nervous but clueless. I feel like he’d get on his knees all confident but then he gets down to it he’s like stuck, tryna read your mind on what you’re thinking and what to do (that’s basically his saving grace). now receiving head? what a sight. your lips kissing his tip is his equivalent of what heaven feels like. it’s cute

NAGUMO

- exhibitionist WHO SAID THAT

-so. fucking. HANDSY. this man can’t keep his hands to himself to save his life.

-v v playful in bed but always flips a switch when he gets really in the mood.. (maybe I’ll go into detail and write a little drabble)

GAKU

- all im thinking about right now is him and his never ending eye contact. like, why would he close his eyes? seeing your reactions is the best part— for him at least.

-overstimulates you bc he thinks it’s interesting.. always pushing you to edge over and over again to see how much you can take, begging him it’s too much but he just responds with “what? already? but it was just getting good” mind you you’ve already came multiple times times now

UZUKI

sadist.

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LOL

[mifvyfilms]

HII!!! can i request a sakadays x reader who is really dense and doesnt get the hint that the char likes them?? ( maybe nagumo , rion , kumanomi , gaku or anyone else u like! ) TYYYY HAHSHSH

── .✦ take a hint .ᐟ

FT. nagumo yoichi, gaku, natsuki seba, shin asakura, rion akao, kumanomi

NAGUMO YOICHI ᝰ.ᐟ

── "WANNA HANG OUT today, (name)?" nagumo walked into your penthouse using the spare key you'd given him—a decision you were starting to regret.

you were busy cutting your fingernails when he appeared in the doorway. "why? i might go out to eat with osaragi."

he leaned against the doorframe. "i just enjoy spending time with you!"

you gathered your clipped nails, threw them away, and washed your hands, all while his eyes followed your every move.

“that’s nice. you can tag along with me and osa if you want." you dried your hands on a towel, shrugged, and walked past him.

he followed you into the living room, where you plopped down on the couch and turned on the tv.

“what about just you and me? just the two of us, alone?"

leaning your head back against the couch, you groaned. "she’s going to know if i’m hanging out with you instead. i don't want to hurt her feelings."

“osaragi is tough; she'll be okay," he insisted, sitting down next to you.

"ehhh maybe.”

"PLEASE, (NICK-NAME)!" he pleaded.

"ugh, fine. but let me have a snack first," you told him. after choosing a video to play in the background, you headed to the kitchen and decided on yogurt.

he followed you around like a puppy glued to its owner. as you took a bite of your yogurt, he just stared at you.

specifically.

your lips.

"hey, you've got some…" instead of using his thumb to wipe the yogurt from the corner of your mouth or offering you a napkin, he leaned in and licked it off.

you grimaced, wiping your mouth with a napkin this time. "now, why would you do that?"

he shrugged. "maybe because i like you."

"oh. i like you too. you’re a good friend to me too, yoichi," you replied with a shrug.

nagumo laughed off his failed confession. “did i just get friend-zoned… or are they too oblivious…?”

he masked his embarrassment with a smile. “yeah! we’re such good friends!”

mission failed. but maybe next time, he'll manage to get through your obliviousness. and maybe next time, you'll like him back.

GAKU ᝰ.ᐟ

── THE ONLY PERSON gaku had eyes for was you—specifically you and only you. the reason why… was because you were the only one patient with him.

oh, and because you were the only one who played video games with him. uzuki would have to gently scold you for spoiling gaku, but you never really cared.

so that's why gaku became pretty attached to you, especially on missions. he stuck close, constantly checking to make sure you weren't going to die—to the point where everyone in the slurs organization knew.

he wasn't even trying to hide it.

and yet, the only person oblivious to his teeny-tiny crush… was you.

"(name), play smash bros with me," he said, more like a demand than a request.

"now? we’re about to infiltrate this place," you pointed at the building. your eyes met gaku’s, who was staring intently at you. he didn’t care. "okay, okay…! i’ll play with you, but only one round."

"no, not until you beat me."

"that’s going to take hours! you’re way too good at that game," you protested, but he ignored you and settled down on the concrete, making himself comfortable.

"m’kay.” he replied, handing you the other joy-con.

gaku had beaten you three times in a row, and in those three rounds, you cried because he was 'unfair' and 'he plays this game too much, and you barely do.'

he found your complaining amusing, like music to his ears.

however, footsteps tapped on the concrete. you heard the noise and turned around, noticing deer-face—kashima—standing behind you both. "what are you guys doing?! slur said to set off the bombs!”

"chill, mr. deer—"

"it’s kashima!" he corrected you.

"chill, cashew, we were eventually going to do that, right, gaku?" you nudged him to agree, but he just nodded slowly.

kashima clicked his tongue and sighed. "do it now," he demanded, before stomping away.

"dO It NoW," you mocked his voice, earning barely a laugh from gaku.

"(name)," he said, hiding his face under the turtleneck of his hoodie, "are we friends?"

"yeah, why?" you questioned, standing up and brushing the dirt off your bottom.

"oh, 'cause i saw us as more than that," he said, going back to pressing buttons on the joy-con.

"like… best friends?" you blinked.

"uh, yeah, sure," he gave you a thumbs up. he wasn't going to admit he considered you both dating already. he figured he'd have to confess to you one day.

you smiled at him.

uzuki and kashima, who were watching from afar, face-palmed. "he missed his chance to confess!" kashima uttered.

“well… i don't think (name) would've considered his feelings," uzuki defended.

"what do you mean?" the deer asked.

"they may seem smart, but they’re too dense, but maybe they’ll understand soon."

"it better be soon.” kashima mumbled under his breath.

NATSUKI SEBA ᝰ.ᐟ

( non-assassin au )

── "NATSU HAS a crush on you."

you blinked, caught off guard when mafuyu, natsuki’s own little brother, just dropped that bomb with zero expression. he said it with a straight face and everything.

"wait, what?" you asked.

before mafuyu could say anything else, his older brother yanked him away. "sorry about him. let’s get back to studying..."

natsuki had to lock the door to keep the rats mafuyu out. "he’s been talking a lot of nonsense lately," natsuki said, and you just laughed a little.

“okay... i’ll trust you on that."

natsuki wished you'd catch on already. he was so into you, but you were the slowest, most oblivious person ever.

you kept overlooking his feelings. and it was starting to bother him.

"he only lets (name) talk to him," - that's what their classmates would say. and they weren't wrong, he really liked being around you. so when you kept sending mixed signals, it got a little annoying.

but you stopped writing. "mafuyu told me you said i was pretty. is that true, or is that just him talking ‘nonsense’?"

he didn't even try to deny it. "yeah, it's true. because you are."

you couldn't help but smile. "thanks!"

"am i bad at this, or are they just super dense...?”

SHIN ASAKURA ᝰ.ᐟ

── THIS WAS day 100 of shin trying to get you to see how he felt. but no matter what he did—even straight-up saying he wanted to kiss you and hug you—you just didn't get it.

"(name)!" he called, catching up to you. he found you on the street after you stormed out of sakamoto’s convenience store after a little spat with heisuke. "come back, heisuke said he was sorry."

shin grabbed your shoulder, but you smacked his hand away. "i quit! i’m not working for sakamoto anymore if he’s there."

he sighed, a long, heavy one. "if you leave, it won't be the same!"

"did sakamoto tell you to chase after me or something?" you hissed, still walking.

"no... i… i chose to do this because i don't want you to leave," he confessed, pursing his lips and staring at you with his big, innocent eyes.

you stopped walking. "that’s nice of you, shin."

"so… will you come back?"

you thought about it before shrugging. “let me kill heisuke first."

"NO?!"

day 100... failed.

but hey, you know what they say! day 101 is bound to be your lucky one!

RION AKAO ᝰ.ᐟ

── "WHY DOES AKAO always hit us but never (name)?"

"isn’t it obvious? because she likes them."

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!" rion shouted before smacking the two guys upside the head, leaving a bump right on top.

you were standing beside her, laughing a little nervously at her antics. she huffed, then looked back at you, cheeks slightly flushed. "you didn’t hear that, (name). let’s go.”

"see? she’s so soft on them."

rion was a tough fighter at jcc. no one would ever expect her to fall in love. she was a caring person—but with you... she was a little too caring.

"(name)! careful, that's hot!" she warned, helping you carry your food to the lunch table.

"you see that? she’s always babying (name)."

"i’m surprised (name) still hasn't realized. why are they so slow?" the same two guys commented, face-palming at your obliviousness.

"i don't think (name) sees akao like that..." a girl joined in on the guys' conversation. "i’m pretty sure they unintentionally friend-zoned akao. because i remember seeing akao crying to sakamoto because (name) wouldn't get it."

"(name) made her cry?! akao can cry?!”

"yup."

and rion heard every word.

and they all earned a fist to the head. "STOP GOSSIPING ABOUT MY BUSINESS!"

KUMANOMI ᝰ.ᐟ

── "YOU KEEP babying (name), do you like them or something?" tenkyu questioned. they were currently kids, back in al-kamar.

kumanomi clapped her hands slowly. "wow. you actually managed to realize it, unlike them."

tenkyu gave her a wry smile. "that’s because something is wrong with (name)."

"what happened?" she couldn't help but ask.

he sheepishly replied with, “they’re slow and—"

"don’t talk bad about them!" kumanomi slapped tenkyu to the ground. he put a box over his head to hide from her scary demeanor.

"i was just saying! it’s the truth! they’re never going to realize you like them, no matter how straightforward you are with your confession!" he exclaimed from inside the cardboard.

kumanomi sat down beside him. "that’s fine. i’ll probably grow out of my feelings by next year."

WRONG.

six years later, and she still likes you. she always tried to impress you with her weapons, and it always worked. but also, you could care less.

"(name)! wanna go on a mission with me? kei said i can bring someone!" she beamed, clinging to your arm.

kumanomi never showed any pda towards anyone.

"uh, sure." you shrugged her arm off and followed her to the mission's location. the two of you dismembered a bunch of bodies.

there was now a good view of blood everywhere and corpses in front of you. kumanomi turned to look at you. "(name), you know i’d die for you and only you."

"er—uh—that's nice." you gave her a thumbs up before walking over to the next building.

“TAKE A HINT!” she groaned.

AUTHORS NOTE. sakadays cour 2 comes out today I HOPE YOU ENJOYYYY 🥹🫰

© MIFVYFILMS please do not copy, repost as your own, or translate MASTERLIST

[ryzheling-deactivated20260502]

18+ nsfw, based on this, unprotected, slight marking and manhandling, clothed sx, petnames, possibly ooc bcs this is self indulgent (again) ~1k wc

“...When did you get in?”

You were peacefully sipping your morning coffee in the kitchen the moment it happened.

Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest just as you turned around, the man standing there with his eyes blinking innocently at you as if he didn’t just break into your home without you realizing.

“Just a while ago.” He’d replied with a smile, cryptic in the way he’d hummed it in that usual noncommittal way.

(You’re not fooled, however. You’d seen him enough times to know that particular look in his eyes is something for you to look out for.)

You would’ve been fine with Nagumo suddenly barging into your home like this. Fine with how he came in with crimson smears all over his shirt like he always does.

But something else had caught his eye the moment he stepped foot into the place, and now it’s all he could think about, other matters be damned.

It’s a simple black shirt. The hem of it lightly brushes your thighs every time you move, and the sleeves are short though they reach just the end of your elbows.

It’s plain, it’s big, and it’s his.

No one could really blame him for the way he had you slowly backed up against the kitchen aisle despite your awkwardly desperate protests and lame excuses, coffee mug put aside as he cages you in between his arms.

“I’m doing my laundry today,” you blurt out.

Nagumo raises an eyebrow, “You are?” His smile twitches ever so slightly, amusement swirling in those stupidly round orbs.

“And this was the first thing I saw so I — you know, uh…”

Your throat constricts as you feel his hand ghosting over the skin just below your hip, searing you alive and freezing you in place all the same. His nose gently bumps against yours, and your voice drops to a shaky whisper, “Promise I’ll give it back to you, I just –”

That’s all you manage to say before Nagumo crashes his lips against yours, stealing away your words, your breath, your sanity and everything in between.

You can never tell what’s on his mind (it’s you in that damn shirt of his), and now that he’s touching you; wandering hands slipping over and under the shirt like he can’t get enough, it’s like you’re drowning in his ocean.

The allure he’s pulling you in with, it’s fucking magnetic.

His lips trail down to your neck, littering open-mouthed kisses and leaving behind faint purple blossoms from where he’d dug his teeth in. You let out a sigh and throw your head back, your hands finding purchase on the raven strands on his nape when he moves lower to suck on the tender skin right above your collarbone.

It isn’t long before he returns to your lips, kissing you with a feverish need that consumes you both. Nagumo himself is all the more consuming, owning you in a way no man ever has before. He spins you around, presses his palm onto your back until you’re bending over the aisle in nothing but a writhing mess of heated arousal.

He knows you need some prep before being able to take him fully, but the thought of you crying and whining at the stretch, his leaking tip snug inside your gummy walls as tears clump your lashes together – god does he know how good you can be without it.

And that’s exactly what he does.

He takes no further second to unbuckle his belt, the clinging of metals sending a rush of anticipation coursing through your veins. You can barely register the second he frees himself from the constraint of his pants however, because the next thing you know, Nagumo’s hips are already snapping against yours in fervor, your pelvis bumping repeatedly against the aisle from the movement.

Your gasp of pain is nothing but another warm breath against the cool marble and a siren song to his ears. One hand squeezing the side of your waist and the other gripping onto the back of your – his shirt, Nagumo uses you as his anchor to thrust in deeper, harder.

Skin slaps against skin, grunts and moans fill the room in a lewd, lecherous echo as you feel yourself teetering on the brink of delirium.

It’s defiling; this burning compulsion to chase and long after such carnal desire. But at the same time it’s not enough. You’re so insatiable to him it makes the assassin greedy, and he’s the embodiment of your very own euphoria that it’s making you yearn, wanting him buried inside your cunt so deep his soul ends up intertwining with yours. 

It’s just never enough.

Nagumo raises his forehead from where he had it rested on your shoulder blade, chest heaving as he notices you squirming in his hold. He breathes out a chuckle, tenderly running his hands up and down your waist.

“That’s it, pretty girl…” he softly coos. “Look at you fucking yourself on my cock.”

Your hips move on their own, grinding back against him to bring you two closer to your impending climax. Everything else recedes to the back of your mind, the pace you’re going at stuttering as your forearm cushions the fall of your head onto the counter.

“I-I’m gonna –“

“Yeah? Take what you need, baby. I’m right here.” His voice is raspy, almost crooning at you in something only sin and desire could vouch for and that alone is enough for the tidal wave of rapture to crash against you.

Jerking in his grasp, Nagumo holds you close throughout your orgasm before he pulls out, cumming in streaks of white on your inner thighs. Your legs are shaking, nearly buckling to the floor if not for the arm snaking around your waist to hold you up.

He carefully spins you back around to lift you up onto the counter, not minding the mess of sweat and other fluids the two of you had made as he stands between your legs.

A pair of darkened pools gaze into yours, and warm tattooed hands rubbing circles on the underside of your chest.

With his pupils blown, hair disheveled and clothes even more rumpled than before, Nagumo leans in, letting you wrap your arms around his shoulders before slowly connecting his lips with yours.

“I love kissing you like this,” he sighs against your mouth, honeyed and sweet.

“—and I love seeing you wear my clothes just as much. You look adorable, by the way.”

i need to punt him. or hit a homerun on him with a baseball bat. either works

©ryzheling. do not steal, translate or repost my work anywhere else!

[akimoroll]

imagine me, imagine you.

tags: nagumo x f!reader. 1.2k. nsfw. one shot, smut, sexting, masturbation, plotless.

a/n: it’s been a while since i’ve written some heavy handed smut. so here’s my seasonal? annual? porn contribution to nagunation. pls be nice i wrote this fast in one sitting lmao

Nagumo has two problems. This horrendous jet lag and the ache of missing you.

A warm bath would be nice, he thinks, as he notices the tiny specks of blood on his clothes. The time reads 11:11 a.m as he unclasps his watch. Almost lunch time. He then realizes the time difference, wondering if you’re still up and waiting for him.

He’s dying to talk to you. Drawing the blinds, his vision adjusts to the sudden darkness, the pain behind his eyes alleviates only just a little.

Reaching for his phone, he can still feel it in his fingers, the tingling buzz all over his body as blade meets sinew. The aftertaste, metallic and sweet, lingering in the back of his throat.

All the way to the bottom of his notifications, there’s a message from you: I miss you. He reads and it feels like the first sip of a warm drink.

Missing you too. Just got back to the hotel, he replies. How’s your day been?

He tosses it on the sofa, its glow the sole bright thing in the room. Lazily, he kicks off his shoes, socks, pulls his tie loose. Halfway from undoing the buttons of his dress shirt, his phone chimes.

From the lockscreen, he peers: Not much. You know, the usual. Have you eaten lunch yet?

Not yet. This headache is killing me. :(

Want me to fix something up for you? :)

Nagumo smiles as he shrugs off his top. He knows where this is headed. Swiftly he threw his bunched up shirt somewhere. A sharp clink resonates in the quiet room and he’s free from his pants.

On his back, he falls to the bed and taps on the screen, your sleeping face lights up as his wallpaper, he lingers on that for a bit. So pretty and all his.

Just when he’s about to respond, a message pops up: You know what, nevermind.

Ah. You’re really out to get him tonight. It’s a shame you’re not here with him. He should’ve brought you along. He’s sure Oki wouldn’t mind after making him fly all the way here. As long as he gets the job done. Which he did. With flying colors too! Perhaps next time.

Someone’s cranky. Already in bed?

In bed and wearing something sooo sexy.

My shirt? He replies, playing along as he imagines you with nothing underneath, your tits showing through the fabric.

Yes. The baggiest of them all.

Nagumo snorts. Just my shirt?

You’re gonna be disappointed.

Haha. Why so?

I’m also wearing panties right now.

Nagumo inhales deeply and adjusts himself. The throbbing in his head might’ve gone somewhere else.

The one I like?

His phone pings: Yes. Then another: Should I take it off?

Keep it on, he replies. What else are you doing?

Imagining you imagining me.

His smile widens, dying to hear your voice, dying to watch you do it. Maybe even talk you through it.

Stiff inside his boxers, Nagumo does what you said. You in his shirt hiked all the way up, a hand between your thighs, panties soaked and pulled to the side.

His hand has found its way to grab his cock. The other types: Can I call you?

Nope. :)

Huh? Why not? Nagumo replies, his lower lip squeezed between his teeth. So mean. I thought you missed me. :/

I really do :( But it’s late and I gotta sleep.

Please, I wanna see you. He doubles down: Can I at least have a picture? He’s pathetic and he knows it gets you going. He can almost see the face you wear when you have your hand around his neck, looking so satisfied, his vision blurry with his own tears.

You got plenty of that already, babe. Goodnight! <3

Okay. True. If he tries he can get off even with the most innocent photo of you. Fine, that’ll do.

Nagumo exits the messaging app and—

Just kidding. No need to sulk :)

Attachment: 1 image.

Nagumo sucks through his teeth, double taps the screen to zoom into the picture, his tongue playing around the inside of his cheeks. Your pussy, he can almost taste it, can almost hear the cute sounds you make when he has his face buried in there.

His phone pings: See that? I need you.

I know, baby, I can tell, he replies. His cock feels uncomfortably hard in his boxers. Freeing both his hands, he pulls them down mid thigh.

Come home.

You got him so knotted up. Exhaling deeply, he wraps his fingers around his cock, slowly stroking it, his precum pooling at the tip. What if he just hops on the next available flight, go straight to your place, and have his way with you?

Two more days, he types, I promise I’ll make it up to you.

He spits on his palm. Closing his eyes, he imagines the last time he fucked you. You, a whining mess, knees planted on either side of him, head thrown back in bliss. He loves how sloppy you can get, the way you use him to make yourself cum—

His phone lights up, and he realizes how long he’s been distracted.

Attachment: 1 video.

His breath hitches, eyes immediately glued to the screen. He can see everything from this angle. Thighs tense all the way to your toes, the wand glistening with your juices. And your face—fuck. Your face. Those lips, the soft, wet flesh of your cheeks and tongue when he fucks you in the mouth. He has to stop himself or he’ll come right away.

Halfway through the video, he cranks up the volume. His dick twitches from the sweetness of your moans. What he’d give to be right there with you, to have your plush skin beneath his hand as he bends you over, watch his entire length slowly slip inside. The way your pussy clenches around his cock when he pulls all the way out.

I’m so close.

Nagumo can barely type, he replies: Show me.

Breaths shallow, he tries to calm himself down, thinks of what he’d have for lunch, waits so he can get off to the sight of you coming. One wrong move—a single lewd image of you in his mind can finish him in an instant. So patiently he waits.

Still waiting.

Anytime now.

In a flash, he picks up his phone as soon as it lights up. But it’s neither a text nor a file attachment. But an incoming video call.

You finally caved in. Nagumo grins.

He lets it ring. And then a couple more just to get even. He can’t be the only one to suffer. An eye for an eye, Nagumo can’t help but giggle. Then, calmly, slowly, he slides to answer.

“Why, hello~” he greets, upbeat and out of place. “Thought you’d never call—“

“Yoichi, I can’t,” Softly, breathy, a smirk playing on your lips, you whisper, “I need you.”

Fuck it.

The pleasure hits and that was it for him.

Nagumo snaps, the euphoric haze coming in waves. Through it, he hears you come, telling him he’s a good boy, as his breaths come out in choked up moans, shuddering, erupting all over his abdomen. All while completely and utterly untouched.

“Is the headache still there?”

It is. Very much so. But his other problem, this ache, his craving for you, has snowballed into something he can no longer ignore. It’s okay. With you, he can and will take more.

bro istg if i have to write cock and think about this guy one moment more. . .

MLIST 〰︎ AO3

[muqingslover]

₊˚୨ৎ⊹Behind closed doors.Ꮺ

𓏲ּ About𝄢 Short collection of their favorite things in bedroom.

𓏲ּ Featuring𝄢 Nagumo, Asakura, Gaku, Shishiba.

𓏲ּ CW𝄢 NSFW | MDNI | porn no plot, overstimulation, fingering, cunnilingus, blowjobs, dry humping, role-playing, semi-/public sex, hair pulling, mentions of virginity, praise kink, quickie, slight size kink.

Dove's notes: guess who finally caught up with SakaDays *rubs hands* This is just a lil treat lmao. The fandom may be dead, but my horniness shall live on forever.

☆ Gaku

You on top, always.

Gaku has the monstrous strength to tear a person in half with his bare hands. A well built body with a broad back, strong arms and firm abs that are probably harder than any wall you could hit. Everything about him is made of sharp edges and rough.  If he wanted, he could have you positioned in ways you can't even begin to imagine without breaking sweat and it goes without saying that your stamina pales in comparison to his. Yet, all that often goes to waste because of his listless nature.

Of course he may be tempted to do whatever sometimes, but by default this guy  is just not eager about taking control when things are on, what he calls, “easy mode”. That's why you often end up on top, doing all the hard work while he sits there amused as hell. Oh yeah, he knows. 

"Why should I move? This is nice." He cocked his head to the side, a smug glint in those sharp red eyes. His hands coming to rest behind his head while he watched you struggle to stay upright as your knees grew progressively weaker the longer this game went on. Only when you're ready to tap out is when those arms would wrap themselves around your middle and his hips would snap upwards into you. Everyone loves bonus rounds.

 Heavy.

This man can be compared to a large dog that still believes is a puppy. Gaku forgets how big he is when he's around you— He literally turns off his brain completely and just follows his instincts, even more than usual. He will drop on top of you when you're sitting on the couch with no warning, letting out a heavy and quite overly dramatic long sigh. Of course he notices a short moment later when you're on the brink of suffocation, but it's not as it's a completely bad thing. After all, he's never gotten any complaints about his weight when his chest is pressing down onto your back, hitting deep into your hungry little cunt while one of his arms is secured around your head.

 Fingering for life.

The fact that he's skilled with his hands is no secret, but he has a borderline obsession with fingering you. He will keep your legs spread on the bed with his own while the long and calloused digits hit deep into your gummy walls, dragging out the cutest sounds from you as you came for the third time. Or was it forth? Honestly he doesn't care to keep track. To him all that matters is that adorable dazed expression on your face and the whimpers he would swallow right up when he leans down to kiss your lips, leaving your mind spinning.

 69 or 88? both, obviously.

His personality can be rather fickle, which also includes his sex drive. Gaku is not particularly obsessed with mouthjobs in general— Receiving or giving. Of course he enjoys it in the right place and time, but more often than not it's not his go to.

Though, like mentioned before, he's very fickle. Especially so once the two of you get together officially because then he is about as capricious as a spoiled child.

"Don't squirm," He would have the audacity to protest like he was handling just another idle inconvenience and wasn't nose deep into your cunt. Gaku had flipped you around while the two of you were in the middle of making out and without warning all he told you was to "stay still" and then got right to work.

"I can't concentrate if you keep wiggling so much." His breath when he sighed so close to you caused shivers to run through your spine. He may not be the biggest fan of the mess, but he absolutely adores the way your body reacts to him.

★ Asakura Shin

Baby, won't you hold me a little closer?

A loverboy through and through. From the puppy love stage to the blushing while holding hands. Non-sexual intimacy is very important for Shin and this aspect of him will follow during sex.

One of his hands will always be intertwined with yours, regardless— It's not only to calm you down, but himself as well. When he has you pinned under him and things start to get a little heated one of his hands would naturally slip to hold yours while the other cradled your cheek. The subtle squeezes to make sure you're still okay and vise versa is a wordless communication just for the two of you.

Another small thing he loves to do is nuzzling. When you're both close to cumming he'd press his forehead against yours, a string of "Mn...love you, I love you s'much-" whispered between groans while his fingers tightened around yours.

Call it beginner's luck!

This man is 1000% a virgin. Perhaps he had a single girl that got close enough to steal a kiss or two, but it's highly unlikely he actually went beyond that.

Not to fret, however. First timer as he may be, Shin is not as all over the place as one would assume. His mind reading comes in handy for times like this, but that's not what puts him at ease— It's the agreement of always being honest with each other. It was decided much before romance was on either of your minds and is of upmost importance for him.

"I...I've got no idea where to go from here." He'd laugh nervously, his eyes glancing at you with a blush on his cheeks. "So, if you want me to do something specific or don't like something you gotta tell me, got it?" He added with a bit more assertiveness in his voice.

And well, yeah maybe he does abuse his Esper abilities a little bit to make sure everything goes smoothly, but the majority of it? Purely him. Sex wouldn't be immediate once in a relationship so Shin had all the time he needed to learn about the little sweet spots everywhere else on your body and just what pace you enjoyed the most. Virgin as he may be, he's not clueless!

A lil' needy...

Sex is nice and all, but makeout sessions is where Shin really shines.

Everything is so new and overwhelming in the best way possible— All he knows is that he wants to run his hands everywhere, anywhere, and never pull his mouth off yours. That desperation shows quite obviously too because of the damp spot his throbbing, leaking boner would make on his sweatpants. Not that he would have any time to notice, too busy pulling you closer to fit your hips snuggly with his and letting out a pathetic gasp when he pressed his clothed cock agaisnt your panties because Oh god, he severly underestimated how good this would feel.

His hands would intertwine with yours, pinning them next to your head while rutting into you, a mess of wet sounds and weak groans breaking the endless strings of kisses. He can't even tell which thoughts in his head are his, but that's fine since both of you are feeling good.

☆ Nagumo Yoichi

Between a rock and a hard place.

Against the wall, on the desk, against the window, on the floor— Something about flat surfaces just seem to lure Nagumo in like a siren.

Because of his size Nagumo just loves teasing anyone smaller than him, which gets twice as bad in the bedroom. Towering over you when you're stuck between him and anything that makes escaping impossible tickles him so good.

"Ah ah. Didn't I already tell you not to turn around?" The playful scolding is whispered into one of your ears as his free hand easily entrapped both of your wrists behind your back, keeping your chest pressed against the cold wall of the meeting room. "Such a bad listener, seriously..." He sighed woefully, tragic really, were not for the obscene sounds of his hips thrusting relentlessly into your wet pussy.

Liar, liar, pants on fire?!

One word: Roleplaying.

This man loooooooves a good role-play and he will get super into it. I'm talking you give him an inch and he will take you for a ride around the globe. There's absolutely no "cringiness" about it either— If you could match his freak and get into character without getting overly shy or breaking character too often ooooohh he's going feral. He loves doing the one where both of you act as if it's the first time seeing each other.

Some of his other favorites are: Professor x professor assistant, celeb X biggest (stalker) fan, heartbroken recently divorced lady x private detective, MASSEUSE!!, maid X master, husband X wife— He can get reaaal creative about it given the freedom to. (Try and guess which roles are his, you'd be surprise.)

As controversial as it may, Nagumo is really into NTR scenarios— Specifically, he likes the aspect of earning and stealing you away from someone that absolutely does not deserve you. It turns him on a whole lot.

There's no bad time for a good time.

That Nagumo is a high maintenance partner goes without saying, but you underestimate just how high maintenance he can be in the bedroom department.

Well, rarely the actual bedroom. This man loooooooves a good quickie. He calls it his way of "getting through the day"— He will steal you away in the middle of a conversation and while the poor soul you were talking to is busy searching for you or wondering if they're hallucinating, he already locked the both of you inside the cramped supply closet, hands steadily holding you up by your thighs while he kept you quiet with a kiss. "You're being so cold to me when I missed you aaall day long..." His lips trail down the skin of your neck as he pretended to whine, those sneaky hands already unbuttoning your shirt without an ounce of shame. "I guess I'll just have to warm you up the old fashion way, then." The mischiveous chuckle barely registered before you felt his lips latching onto one of your nipples, softly sucking on the small bud and giving the other a small tug between his two fingers.

Not to mention the heart attacks he will give you by suddenly "realizing" he didn't lock the door when someone's voice approaches or pointing out someone is looking at you when he has you pinned against the window. The feeling of your pussy tightening around him as you get all tense and nervous never fails to push him over the edge. What can he say? he's a prankster at heart! He will do just about anything to get your heart racing, in more ways than one, unfortunately for you.

★ Shishiba

Nothing beats eating out.

This man is a true eater.

Shishiba likes to do it the old-fashioned way. He will be on his knees while you're spread out on the edge of the bed all ready for him to dive in. His calloused hands would keep your thighs open when you start to squirm and he is particularly fond of the feeling of your warm, wet walls around his tongue when he starts to open your little hole nice and slow with his own mouth. His nose pressed against your clit is a constant and cruel stimulation and oh he drinks it aaaall up if you squirt. You know him, he hates seeing good food going to waste.

Grab it, pull it, push it!

It took no time at all for you to figure out his hair was a weak spot of his.

When he's eating you out your hands naturally end up tangling in the blond strands and each tug will earn a low moan from him because that goes straight to his cock— Oh and he finds it suuuper hot if you're assertive during times like this and pull on his hair while telling him what you need.

If you have long hair like him he will return the favor when he's behind you, wrapping your locks around his hand tugging on it— Not rough—but with just the right amount of strengh to make your head tilt back towards him.

A real way with words.

Shishiba is an earnest and simple man. Though he may not speak a whole lot normally, it's like a switch is flipped in his brain when the two of you are in the bedroom.

His mouth loses all of its filter and all that comes out are the most romantic and gentlemanly words you will ever hear. He is as straightforward as they come— "My gods, ya look absolutely stunning like this." "That's no good, don't hide that pretty face from me. I'm showin' ya all of me, ain't I?" "You gotta tell me loud and clear if ya want something, love. Hm? Haha, yeah yeah, I'm sorry for teasing ya. I'll treat ya real good, so forgive me, hm?"

It's even worse when you're giving him a treat by going down on him. His head may tilt back a bit, but his eyes would never actually leave you, a single hand brushing your hair away from your face with absolute gentleness in the way he tucks it behind your ear. "Love, ya killin' me here." All his self-control is going into keeping his hips still and letting you do your thing, moaning quietly but unabashed as your lips enveloped his cock. My god, ain't you just the prettiest thing he's laid his eyes on.

[cxtoriminx]

Gen Narumi ❤︎ Sweet Distraction

Summary: You get fed up with Gen ignoring you while playing his game. So you decide to give him a little distraction. (un)fortunately for you, he doesn't appreciate being pulled from his gaming.

song: favorite by isabel larosa wc: 3,600 tags: gen narumi x fem reader, thigh riding, cockwarming, slight overstim, f receiving oral, doggy, unprotected sex, creampie, gen being a torturous tease because you messed with his game

writer's note: hi horny babes! gosh i'm FINALLY posting on this side blog after having it active for over 2 years. 'bout damn time lmao. don't know why i suddenly decided to get my lazy ass moving and post something. i think narumi just really brought it out of me. hope you enjoy! and hopefully i can get back into my writing groove. fingers crossed ps, i know the Kn8 tags are so overloaded with smut right now. i'm usually one to complain about there not being any cute fluffy fics to read. but i just had to get this out of my system. i literally wrote it in like a day. that's probably a record for me loool

“Hey, Gen,” you say, trying to get your boyfriend’s attention. However, it would seem that he's entirely absorbed by the video game he has been playing for the past four hours. 

At first, you didn’t mind. You just lay behind him on his bed, feet pressed against his back as you read a book, scrolled through your phone, took a nap. 

But then, you got bored. 

You don’t usually mind him breezing the day away with his gaming, but you feel like you haven’t seen him in days, what with him being busy killing kaiju and all. And here he was, finally having a free moment, and he was spending all of it playing his games. 

“Geeen,” you call again, still not receiving even a hint of acknowledgment. You kick him gently in the back, but it doesn’t sway his attention in the slightest. 

“Ugh, hey, jerkface,” you say, getting fed up with his ignoring you. You sit up and scoot close to him, pressing your chest to his back and wrapping your arms loosely around his shoulders. “Put the game away for a bit. I miss you.”

“When I level up,” he mutters, finally giving a response to your efforts. “I just have to defeat this dragon.”

That was the last thing you understood before he began murmuring about experience materials and runes and whatever the hell else. 

You groan and look up at the screen, watching his tiny character approach the massive, reptilian creature, the music intensifying and their battle beginning. You’d think he’d have enough of fighting monsters with his job. 

He continues his muttering, verbally working out his mental math about how many materials he’ll need to get to his desired level. You let out a heavy, perhaps exaggerated sigh.

“Gen, you’ve been playing for hours,” you say, threading your fingers into his hair and rubbing his scalp. Still no reaction. “Give your poor, helpless brain a break. I don’t think the thing can handle much more rot.”

“After this,” he says, his voice monotone. You squint and lean over to get a look at his emotionless face. 

“And then you’ll give me attention?”

“Mhmm,” he hums mindlessly. 

“And then we can toss your gamestation out the window?”

“Yeah, yeah, sure…” 

Just as you suspected, he’s giving automatic responses, not hearing a word you’re saying.

You untangle yourself from him and flop back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. This was not quite how you expected to be spending your evening. 

You thought you might watch a movie, maybe play a game together. You even thought you might convince him to get outside and take a walk with you. Or you’d drag him out. Whichever worked best. 

You thought that he’d at the very least be a bit pent up. It’s been a while since you two have had a long enough moment together to satisfy your sexual needs. 

Come to think of it, it was over a week ago. And neither of you even got the chance to finish as a Kaiju emerged, forcing him to leave and take care of it. By the time he’d returned, you were long passed out, and he was too exhausted to even consider waking you to pick up where you’d left off.

You turn over onto your side to watch him, his fingers skillfully jumping around and pressing buttons. Your legs squeeze together as you imagine how it’d feel if they were inside of you instead of on his controller. 

Great. Now you’re bored and horny.

“Baby,” you say softly. He actually perks at your calling this time, though his eyes don’t leave the screen. “I need you.”

His fingers genuinely falter for a fraction of a moment, but he recovers quickly, getting back into his practiced button smashing.

“Okay, Princess. In justa bit.”

Well, at least he heard you that time. You feel a little bit of triumph in having gained a smidge of his attention this time. But it still wasn’t enough for you. You need his eyes on you, if just for a second. And that’s when you get a lovely idea.

You climb off the bed and stand just behind his periphery before stripping down to nothing but your panties, a small shiver running through you from the cool air. Surely this will get his attention.

You come to stand beside him, half naked, arms crossed beneath your breasts, and desiring. 

“Gen.”

“Yeah,” he replies half-mindedly.

You don’t say anything more, waiting to see if he’ll turn to you on his own. When he doesn’t, you decide he needs a little extra guidance.

“Look at me, dork,” you say, a small grin creeping its way onto your lips. It takes him a moment, his head turning slightly while his eyes are still attached to the tv. But then they finally flit over to you.

And they don’t leave.

His mouth drops open and his face flushes, like this is the first time he’s ever seen you. 

“Y-Y/n! What-”

A dramatic and sparkly fwoom comes from the tv, the sound signaling the death of Gen’s beloved dragon slayer. Which also means he just failed the battle he’s spent the last several minutes fighting. 

Oops. You didn’t mean for him to look at you for that long.

“Awww, dammit,” he says, dropping his controller onto the bed and rubbing at his eyes. You stand there awkwardly for a moment, beginning to feel just a liiittle guilty for his failure.  

“Ahh, sorry. I didn’t mean to distract you that badly.”

His hand runs down his face, stopping over his mouth as he gazes back at you, his eyes dragging over every inch of you like he’s trying to commit the image to memory. 

“You want my attention that badly, huh?”

Well, with the way he’s looking at you now, you’re starting to wonder if you do. But you nod anyway, shoulders straight and head high. 

“All the people in the world, and you want my attention.” His hand moves to rest below his jaw, revealing the infuriating smirk on his lips.

“Don’t go getting egotistical about it,” you huff, averting your eyes from his heated maroon gaze. He lets out an amused hum and reaches for you, tugging on your arm. 

“Okay, Princess. I’ll give you what you want.”

There’s a hint of mischief in his voice, but your suspicion is wiped completely from your mind when he pulls you down to sit on his leg and attaches his lips to your collarbone, all in one fluid motion.

You gasp as he shifts under you, pressing his muscular thigh against you. His mouth trails down your exposed chest, his mouth latching onto your nipple while his fingers play with the other. You let out a hiss and smack his arm gently when his teeth nip at the sensitive flesh. 

“Watch your teeth,” you scold. He laughs darkly.

“Easy now. You wanted my attention, didn’t you?”

You groan in annoyance, but arch into him when his lips return to your breast, his tongue flicking over the bud. He trails a row of kisses from your chest to your neck, nibbling on the skin just below your ear.

His hands grip your waist tightly, guiding you to grind against his thigh as he kisses and bites along your neck. You moan at the friction, his thigh pressing so roughly against your clit. You can feel him growing hard against your knee through his sweatpants. 

You carefully press your knee against him, earning a low groan and a tight squeeze to your ass.

“You’re so beautiful,” he sighs into your ear. 

He pulls away from your neck to look at you, his deep red eyes studying you with love and affection. He moves to kiss along your jaw, slowly making his way to your lips. He finally puts his mouth to yours, his tongue swiping over your lower lip before taking it between his teeth. 

You squirm in his lap and tug on his shirt, breaking your kiss just long enough to pull it over his head. You run your hands over his bare skin, feeling the toned muscles beneath it. His hand snakes over your body, coming to rest near the junction of your thigh, where his thumb runs back and forth over the soft skin.

You hold in a cry when he presses his thumb right against your clit. You pull away from his lips and rest your forehead against his as you pant heavily, his thumb rubbing your clit in sweet circles through your panties.

“Someone's worked up,” Gen teases quietly. You don’t reply, you just lift yourself onto your knees a bit, giving him enough space to slide his hand into your underwear. 

“Very worked up,” he says as his fingers find your entrance, slicked and desperate. You groan and grip his shoulders as he slips a couple of fingers inside of you, the slender digits reaching as far as they can at this angle. “All this for me.”

“Come on, your turn,” you say as you pull on the band of his pants, and he gives you a childish pout.

“You’re so impatient.” 

“Don’t give me that,” you snip. “I have plenty of it to be with you.”

He just gives you a smirk, and you gasp as he pulls his fingers from you suddenly. You glare at him before standing to allow him to remove his pants. 

The moment he begins to pull them down, you see just how hard he is. Looks like you were right to assume he’d be pent up. 

His cock is rock hard, his tip flushed bright red and already leaking precum. Your pussy clenches at the sight of it.

“You’re one to talk about being worked up. Looks like you want it as much as I do.”

Gen says nothing as he grabs you by the waistline of your panties, making you step closer. He places light kisses over your stomach, his hand between your thighs, and his knuckles running over your sensitive clit. He pulls down the fabric, letting it fall to the floor around your ankles. His eyes darken at seeing you, fully naked and desperate before him.

“Come here,” he beckons, guiding you back onto his lap, your hips hovering above his own. He takes his cock in his hand and swipes it back and forth between your entrance and clit, coating himself in your wetness and giving you a little jolt every time his head passes over the sensitive nerves.

“Look at me,” he says, his free hand giving your ass a hard squeeze. He drags it up your spine and to your neck, where he tangles it into your hair before pulling you into him, pressing his lips to yours. At the same time, he drags the head of his cock down until it catches at your entrance, begging to be let in.

You lower yourself onto him, slowly, carefully, inch by inch until he’s completely inside of you, your hips flush with his. He groans into your mouth, both of his hands coming back down to your ass, squishing and tugging before giving you a gentle smack. 

He pushes his tongue into your mouth and gives a small roll of his hips, the actions already bringing you close to the edge. Maybe you’re more pent up than you thought. 

“You made me lose my fight,” Gen says, pulling away just enough for his words to be muffled by your lips. His statement surprises you He’s still thinking about that?

You open your eyes to find him already looking back at you. His gaze drops down to the bed, his hand leaving you to reach for his controller, discarded beside you. 

“As punishment, you’re going to sit right here, unmoving, until I beat this dragon.”

You freeze as you watch him pick up the controller and proceed to restart his game. The absolute audacity of this man.

“Are you friggin’ serious?” You ask, unbelieving of his words. His eyes come back to yours, and you find the look he gets whenever it comes to his games. That same look whenever Hasegawa or Kikoru pokes fun or threatens to throw away his console.

“Deathly.”

He certainly is. 

“You begged for my attention. This is how I’m deciding to give it to you. Beggars can’t be choosers, right?”

You set your jaw, wanting so badly to tell him off. But instead, you shift around on him, somehow making his cock reach even further into you, and press your bare chest to his.

“You are unbelievable,” you mutter, tucking your arms under his and resting your head on his shoulder. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“And I love you,” he says against your ear, sending a chill through you. You can practically hear the smile in his voice.

You hear the music from his game pick up and know that he’s re-entered his dragon battle. Okay, you can do this. Not move while your boyfriend's cock is buried balls deep inside of you until he wins this fight, which will take… umm… How long will it take? 

You suddenly regret your uptaking of his challenge, realizing you don’t know how long it will be before he wins. If he’s figured out a strategy, then 5, maybe 10 minutes. But if this is going to be a trial-and-error fight, taking many deaths and resurrections to complete, you could be here for a while.

It’s only a couple of minutes later that you hear that dramatic fwoom again, confirming that you were right to be nervous.

You feel his cock throb inside of you, and you muffle a whimper on his shoulder.

20 minutes and 3 magical death sounds later, and you’re ready to combust. From sexual desire or annoyance, you’re not quite sure.

You try your best to keep still, you really do. But god, the way his cock is filling every inch of you, his head pressed so firmly against your cervix, it feels almost impossible to do so.

And with every flinch and jolt of his muscles as he plays his game, you feel your patience slip away. You have to admit, his focus is otherworldly. The fact that he’s buried so deeply inside of you and hasn’t missed a beat with his game is as impressive as it is infuriating.

“Gen,” you practically whine against his neck. He presses a kiss to your shoulder, not taking his eyes off the screen for a moment.

“Almost got it, Princess,” he mutters, his voice raspy. 

You curl up into him as much as you can, head in the crook of his neck, and your arms wrapped tightly around him. Your pussy squeezes around him involuntarily, and Gen lets out a hiss, the first indication he’s given to how much you’re affecting him right now. It takes every fiber of your being not to start bouncing on his lap right then and there.

“Mmm, good girl,” he whispers, giving you a soft nip on the shoulder. His cock twitches inside of you, and you shudder, almost losing your resolve. 

“Keep doing that shit and you won’t be calling me that for much longer,” you grit, earning a short, amused laugh. 

You try to focus on his action figure display, on the music, the sound effects, the shapes you draw on his back, the clicking of buttons, anything other than the throbbing cock inside you.

You’re about to just give in and start grinding in his lap, ready to accept whatever consequence there may be, when you hear the dragon roar and the music stop. And this time, it’s not followed by that obnoxiously whimsical death sound.

Gen defeated the dragon. 

You turn to look at the screen to confirm your hope, and, sure enough, the dragon is dead. You let out a relieving sigh and turn back to your boyfriend.

“You’re done?”

“I’m done,” he replies, pausing his game and tossing the controller to the side before gripping your hips. “And now.”

Before you can stop him, he’s flipping you over onto your back, a yelp escaping your lips as you smack into the mattress. His cock slips out of you through the change of position, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing.

“What the hell?” You gasp as Gen props himself over you, his eyes level with yours, cold and emotionless.

“Did you learn your lesson in distracting me from my games?” He asks. Despite his lack of a smile, you can still hear the mirth in his voice.

“I still got what I wanted, didn’t I?” You tease, but soon, your smirk drops away, replaced by a look of sincerity. You raise a hand to brush his hair away from his eyes, letting you see his handsome face. 

“I’ve just missed you. And you’ve barely looked at me since I got here.” Gen’s cold facade fades, and his gaze softens, a crease forming between his eyebrows.

“I’m sorry, Princess,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to yours. “I’ve missed you, too.” 

“Hmm, have you?” You ask, your grin returning. Gen pouts, making that face that always reminds you of a cat.

“I… may have gotten carried away,” he admits. He presses a gentle kiss to your lips, nibbling your lip in that way he loves to. “But that doesn’t mean I haven’t.”

His lips trail along your jaw and down your neck, sucking and biting as he goes. Keeping himself propped with one arm, he drags his other hand down your side and to the apex of your thighs, cupping his hand over you.

“Let me make it up to you,” he pleads, dipping his fingers into you. You arch into his hand as his fingers pump and curl inside of you, his palm grinding into your clit. 

You clench around his fingers, already so sensitive from having sat on his cock for so long. Gen’s lips detach from your throat when he scoots himself down your body, stopping to kiss down your navel.

He hums happily as he positions himself between your legs, watching with keen interest how easily his fingers slide in and out of you.

“So wet for me,” he says with awe, and you whine in response. He dips his head down, giving your clit one long lick. You flinch with the jolt of pleasure it sends through you. “So pretty.”

His lips seal over your clit, his tongue flicking the nerves as his fingers continue to expertly massage your inner walls. It isn’t long before you’re cumming, your muscles tightening around him. 

He works you through your orgasm, his fingers never stopping and tongue never relenting. It isn’t until you entwine your fingers into his hair and tug that he finally breaks away, a satisfied grin on his face.

He rolls you over onto your stomach before grabbing your hips, helping you to your knees. He takes his cock in his hand and slots it between your thighs, the head brushing over your overstimulated clit. 

His tip catches at your entrance, and he licks up the back of your neck before sliding his cock inside of you in one swift motion. 

You press your face into the pillows, muffling your cry as he slides out and thrusts back in quickly, filling you up completely. 

“You feel amazing. So tight,” he sighs, watching himself disappear inside you. “So deep inside you.”

He leans over you, his chest flat against your back as he ruts into you like an animal in heat. You can tell by his stuttering thrusts that he’s already close.

His hand drags from your hip back onto your clit, rubbing harsh circles over it. You almost yelp, the pleasure being so much it borders on pain.

“Too much, babe!” You cry, grabbing for his hand in an attempt to stop his ministrations.

“I’m… close. Wanna feel you cum around me,” he moans, his breath against your ear. 

You grit your teeth as he continues his motions, his cock thrusting deep into you and his finger trying desperately to draw another orgasm from of you. His efforts are rewarded when his dick hits just the right spot, making your muscles suddenly spasm around him.

Your pussy clenches and throbs around his cock, begging him to spill everything he has. 

“Shit,” he gasps and his hips come to a stop, flush against your ass. His cock twitches, pouring out every bit of cum it’s kept stored for the past week. You moan and grip the sheets, relishing the feeling of it filling you.

He lays you down on your side, keeping you pressed against him, his breathing hard and ragged. His cock, somehow still hard, remains inside you, keeping his cum from spilling out.

He pulls you closer, kissing your shoulder as you both catch your breath and return from your high. He makes a move to pull out of you, but you grab his arm, stopping him.

“Don’t move for a minute,” you say. “Too sensitive.”

“That so?” He asks with a light laugh. His hips hump forward, grinding his dick into you and making you gasp and squeeze his arm, your nails digging into his skin. He hums in amusement. “Hmm, I like you sensitive. Maybe you should sit on me while I play games more often.”

You groan, thinking about how torturous it was to sit on his dick, unmoving. But… denial aside, it was a bit nice. Certainly better than being bored and ignored. You sigh in contemplation.

“I think we can find a compromise.”

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[rz7y]

drunk shenanigans

➥ synopsis: your boyfriend is drunk as hell so he’ll be quiet right? maybe

➥ cw: drunk Hoshina and Narumi, that’s all

➥ pov: you/your | gn. reader

➥ a/n: i needed to scratch that itch so i finally wrote something about drunk kn8 characters. also everything is my personal headcanon so take it as you wish

⟢ Hoshina is a drinker alright. he can chug down tons of bottles or glasses of alcohol

⟢ even tho he can drink he doesn’t have a habit of drinking, only when celebrating something or just because the atmosphere is right

⟢ don’t make any bets with him on who’ll drink more. he will win and make you do embarrassing stuff

⟢ when drunk he only got 2 sides. no in between

⟢ first. he’s even sillier, all smily and chucking and talking a lot

⟢ and second is sad Hoshina. he’ll be all sentimental about you not being here with him and wanting to see you

⟢ so when drunk he obviously talk a lot about what’s on his mind. like his doubts and insecurities

“baby~” you could hear your boyfriend’s whine from the other room. well maybe it’s an exaggeration but still, he looked like a kicked puppy when drunk and separated from you.

all the officers you were talking with giggled at their vice captain’s attitude. it was no secret you dated, but he made it so obvious now.

“yes, yes. coming” you yourself smiled as you saw your drunk boyfriend who was now clinging to you and nuzzling like a puppy. he went from a sly fox to a clingy puppy.

⟢ unlike someone, captain Narumi is a lightweight. he can’t drink at all

⟢ also he just rather not drink at all. he doesn’t see the appeal of drinking

⟢ would not spend a single yen on the booze. he needs money for his figurines and games

⟢ when drunk he’d probably sulk about you being away and not able to see you

⟢ that said, he’ll probably be the super emotional type of drunk person, but won’t talk much. eyes glossy as he tries to hide them and head low, staring at the table

⟢ Hasegawa can and will call you to pick up your sulking boyfriend

⟢ when he’ll hear your voice his mood will instantly improve. he’ll be all over you, kissing, hugging and touching you everywhere he can

when you got to the bar you were out of breath, scanning the whole place to find your boyfriend. as soon as you saw his bicolored hair you smiled calling his name.

his head immediately rose up as he heard your voice. even if you didn’t call his name but just said anything he still would look up.

“beloved!” he ran to your already opened arms and as you met he wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzling closer like a cat.

“i missed you so much… it was so terrible without you” he slurred out, his grasp firm but gentle as if you could disappear in any moment.

“Gen, we haven’t seen each other for 2 hours”

“but that’s too long!”

[narrrumi]

don’t turn narumi into a marketable plushie!!!! ☆ note: purely a crackfic idk what i was on but when i saw the merch news i was like !!!!!!!!!! narumi !!!!!!!!!