when you're writing something explicit for a fic but you have no game to riff off of nor any smut writing experience so you have to consume copious amounts of smutty fanfiction and now you feel like an incel
Sue me idgaf but I HATEEEE hucklerobby SO SO SOOOO MUCH 😭😭😭😭 no it’s not the fact it’s a gay ship it’s the fact that their complex relationship is supposed to show how Robby clearly favors him because he’s a male counterpart and he sees the best of himself within him — meanwhile, he sees the worst of himself in javadi, is constantly unnecessarily harsh towards her and lowkey a vast majority of the women on his team 😭😭😭 he’s so rude to them for no reason it’s like he’s annoyed they’re there and I’m not saying he’s some demon but he’s definitely not a good person and no hate to Whitaker (I love this man to death) I just definitely feel like infantilizing him is so so demeaning when in reality he’s also perfectly capable (hello he graduated med school) and seeing these ships putting Whitaker in like these uncomfortably submissive positions just puts me off, don’t get me wrong I love a good freaked out subxdom fic but not at the cost of the shows actual meaning behind realistic workplace misogyny but also taking into account the very very weird age gap between them like the whole power play thing is just not working for me im sorry not sorry 😭
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welcome to kinktober 2025! i’m so excited to take part in it this year and hopefully complete everything. as always, each piece will have individual warnings and everything is intended for an 18+ audience only. if you’d like to be added to my taglist for this event, leave me a comment or send an ask! please remember to reblog and comment when you’re reading <3 xoxo
CORRUPTION — bakugo katsuki doesn’t know much about the girl who lives next door, aside from the fact that she wears polka dot panties and has somehow nearly set her house on fire twice in the span of a month. when a package accidentally arrives to his door, he ends up learning much more than he expected to—about himself and you.
▷ BLOODTHIRSTY VAMPIRE DEVOURS PARTY GIRL!
MONSTERFUCKING — under the full moon, the bloodthirsty count sukuna is on the hunt for something to sink his fangs into. on your way out of a party, you happen to come along at the right time, and with plenty of blood to offer.
▷ SLUTTING OUT MY BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND!
DUMBIFICATION — miya osamu’s been one of your closest friends since high school, and his brother’s been the object of your affections for even longer. travel plans get you into their house for a convenient sleepover, but mistaking one for the other—and getting a porno-worthy pussy pounding—is entirely your fault.
featuring a mix of characters* from my hero academia, haikyuu, jujutsu kaisen, attack on titan, invincible, & demon slayer! you may send me an ask with a character + a kink/scenario and i’ll write something short and sweet for you <3
"I hate Percy!" I say, then I suddenly tripped and fell to the ground, as multiple pictures of Percy fell out of my pockets "Wait!" I frantically cried out "These aren't mine!"
"I hate Percy!" I say, then I suddenly tripped and fell to the ground, as multiple pictures of Percy fell out of my pockets "Wait!" I frantically cried out "These aren't mine!"
lol imagine a fic about reader being a child of all might! (definitely not asking for fics like this) like imagine with angst and stuff lol! (please.? 🥺)
Have you guys read a fanfic about percy being a daycare teacher or something like that?? I randomly saw it one day on ao3 and never found it again because my dumbass self never reads the title.. Please me want to reread that fic again 🥺🥺
Rapper Sukuna 1 (due to popular demands rapper Sukuna has returned hope you like it <3)
As Sukuna’s fame skyrockets, his love for you becomes even more apparent. He takes you to events, not for the cameras, but because he just doesn’t want to be without you. When he's on the red carpet, his arm is always around your waist, leaning down to whisper something that makes you laugh, not caring about the paparazzi flashing around. The height difference, his dominant presence, and your quiet confidence together make you a couple people can't stop talking about. You're that effortlessly cool, low-key power couple.
At award shows, every time he wins, the first person he thanks is you. It doesn’t matter if the category has nothing to do with you—he still finds a way to dedicate it to you. “I wouldn’t be here without my girl,” he says into the mic with a cocky grin. The audience eats it up, but you just roll your eyes, knowing how over-the-top he can be.
Then, there’s that one performance. The one where he’s on stage, killing it, and in the middle of a song, he just walks off stage to where you’re sitting in the front row. Without skipping a beat, he leans down, cups your face, and kisses you right there in front of thousands of screaming fans. It’s all over social media in seconds, but he doesn’t care. He loves showing the world that you’re his.
After that, everyone’s convinced you’re secretly married. The fans, the media—everyone starts watching your every move, trying to catch hints. But you and Sukuna? You’re still playing the game. You drop subtle posts, he keeps saying wild things in interviews, but the truth? That's something only the two of you know, and you both love it that way.
Even when the tabloids try to bring up his past relationships, Sukuna brushes it off like they’re ancient history. “I don’t even remember their names,” he says with a smirk, eyes locked on you. It’s always been you. His loyalty is so obvious, and it’s like no one else even exists to him anymore.
Through all of it—the fame, the pressure, the constant attention—he never once falters in showing how much he adores you. Even when you’re just relaxing at home, in oversized sweats, with no makeup on, he’s snapping photos, posting captions like “my forever.” He’s not just a rapper anymore; he’s your biggest fan.
And the world? They can’t get enough of it. You’re his muse, his inspiration, and every song, every album, every Instagram post just proves that. Whether you’re married or not, one thing’s clear—Sukuna is completely, hopelessly yours.
But then, all of a sudden, everything stopped.
Your Instagram, which was private to begin with, went quiet. No more funny posts, no glimpses into your life together. Sukuna, who had once filled his social media with pictures of you, stopped posting about you entirely. The change was so abrupt that fans couldn’t help but notice. Where you once seemed inseparable, now there was nothing—no mentions, no sightings, no public appearances.
People started to speculate. The rumors ran wild. Did you break up? Was there trouble behind the scenes? But Sukuna, known for being loud and bold, said nothing. He kept his usual swagger in public.
For months, the questions piled up. Fans, the media, and even those close to Sukuna started to get concerned. The silence surrounding you became deafening, and the more time passed, the stranger it seemed. People were used to seeing Sukuna wear his emotions on his sleeve—he was known to fight, to react, to never hold back. If there had been a breakup, or worse, a divorce, he would’ve shown it. He wasn’t the type to stay quiet or hide his feelings. But instead of any sign of heartbreak, he carried on like nothing had changed.
He was still going to concerts, his performances as explosive as ever, and his attitude hadn’t shifted. Some fans even said he seemed happier, more focused. There were no cryptic tweets, no outbursts—just the same confident, cocky Sukuna. Yet, you were just… gone.
No one could understand it. If you had parted ways, surely there would’ve been some sign, some fight, some hint of the old Sukuna coming out in his usual dramatic fashion. But there was nothing.
That was until he accidentally posted a picture that blew everything wide open.
It was a sweet, candid shot—your very happy, smiling face next to a gender-revealing cake, your big, swollen belly on full display as you wore one of his tank tops and a pair of his sweatpants. Your curly hair was loose and wild, framing your face, and you radiated pure joy. The kind of peace and happiness that made it clear life was treating you well. No stress, no chaos—just a soft, beautiful life. Sukuna wasn’t just keeping you hidden; he was protecting you, giving you the space to enjoy your pregnancy in peace.
The post wasn’t meant for the world. He had meant to send it to his private "only friends" list, but, in classic Sukuna fashion, he fucked it up. The entire world saw it, and within seconds, the internet exploded.
Fans went wild. The mystery of your disappearance was solved in the most unexpected way. You weren’t gone, you weren’t forgotten—you were just living your best, most peaceful life, growing the next chapter of your and Sukuna’s story.
The gender-reveal cake in the picture had pink and blue icing, sparking even more curiosity about whether you were having a boy, a girl, or maybe even twins. But one thing was clear: you were happy, glowing, and clearly loved. The rumors about breakups and separations were crushed in an instant. Sukuna had just been keeping this huge part of his life private, away from the chaos of fame.
And of course, Sukuna handled the accidental post like only he could. When people asked him about it, all he said was, “Guess the cat’s out of the bag. Mind your business,” with a smirk. He didn’t apologize, didn’t try to hide anything anymore. He let the world see that while he was still the same Sukuna on stage, behind the scenes he was a man completely in love, taking care of the woman who meant everything to him.
From that moment, it was clear—while you’d been off the radar, you weren’t out of his life. You were right there, the center of his world, and now the whole world knew it too.
@sukunasbae92:
“OMG SHE’S PREGNANT?!?!? And she’s so gorgeous!!! 🥹 No wonder he’s been keeping her lowkey all this time! Congrats King and Queen! 💖💙”
@rapgodfan69:
“I knew it! There was no way they broke up! This man is too in love to let her go. Look at her glowing!! 😍”
@sukunasimpsquad:
“The fact that this man was keeping us in the dark this whole time. I’m weak. And look at her?! She’s so damn happy! Sukuna you’re officially a SIMP.”
@rapgamelegends:
“This man gave us an entire album about her had us all thinking they split and now THIS?! Sukuna, you really playin’ with our emotions out here. But congratulations to both of you!! 🙏🏼💖💙”
@haterzgonhate:
“Imagine being Sukuna’s baby mama and living your best life while he spoils the hell out of you. That’s the dream right there. #SoftLife”
@preggoboss:
“She looks amazing, so happy, and peaceful 😍 Sukuna didn’t just give us bangers, he gave her the soft life we all deserve. #SoftLifeGoals”
@wildflowergirl:
“Sukuna being a dad just hits different. Imagine having your man call you his wife then casually dropping a pregnancy post. 😩✨ We love to see it.”
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@sukunaofficial (Post):
“For those of you who are concerned—it’s twins. And leave my wife alone, you fuckers.”
He followed it up with a simple yet intimate shot of his heavily tattooed hand resting on your big, swollen stomach, his fingers gently splayed across your skin. You were wearing one of his oversized shirts, barely covering the bump, and the soft lighting made the moment feel even more tender.
@gojosatrouofficial (Comment):
"Pleassssss Y/N, name one of them after meeeeeeee! I will give u anything 🥺🙏💙"
@sukunaofficial (Reply): "@gojosatrouofficial over my dead body. Get your own kids, fool."
@blueeyebaby:
“Gojo Satoru bribing people for a baby name? ICONIC. 😂💙”
@sukunashands:
"Gojo out here BEGGING for baby name rights 😭 Sukuna is gonna murder him lMAOOO!"
<^><^>
he really went from ‘fighting everyone’ to ‘my hand on my wife’s belly’ REAL QUICK. We stan this development sukuna nation. he also verbally abused his fans and they still love him 😶
Say you love me (Losing all my innocence in the backseat) ft Tobio Kageyama
Synopsis: What should you do when you're being forced into marriage?
a. Seek ravishment from the most notorious rake
b. Get ravished by a stranger who you thought was the most notorious rake
c. Get married anyway d. All of the above
warnings: fem!reader, afab reader, 18+, mdni, themes of misogyny, historical inaccuracy, dubcon (not really but it's a case of mistaken identity), public sex, dry humping, making out, reader is called good girl.
a/n: think of it as a Bridgerton au. not historically accurate at all, and i might have gone overboard with the dialogue. i also use the phrase 'notorious rake' too much, but there's so much fun to be had in this universe
♛
"She's turning four and twenty next month! She debuted six years ago! She'll be on the shelf if you wait any longer. I've given enough autonomy to you, and clearly, I am the only one who's worried about the poor child!"
Your aunt announces to your mother a fair morning in September, having arrived at your townhouse in London a mere three days after you and your family had yourselves arrived for the season.
You freeze in your seat at the sudden change in topic (they had been discussing lace doilies, for heaven's sake), teacup raised halfway to your mouth. Your mother is also taken aback at this, although she hides it better than you, having years of experience dealing with your father's cousin.
Painting a gracious smile, ignoring your sudden personification of the stone gargoyles that graced the roof of your townhouse, she swallows her sip of tea.
"Surely, you've given this a lot of thought."
Your aunt sniffs, the flamboyant feathers on her dress quivering as you watch, teacup still in hand, " Someone has to! You handle a household so charmingly my dear, but you are too lax with your daughter. I should have known the moment you and my brother decided on teaching the lass Mathematics and Science. Honestly, had she taken up the piano forte instead she might already be popping out her third child!"
Your mother's smile becomes strained as she pats your hand, gesturing you to put down your teacup. "The piano forte is of course, a fine skill to be knowledgeable of. We have been looking for suitable er suitors for her, but you must know how the mart is, there's been a recent dearth of good men."
"What a load of hogwash that is! You know the ladies of the ton have been talking, after that whole ordeal with Lord Miya, especially Lady Evans- she gossips entirely too much for her own good. Either way, I have a perfect gentleman in mind for her, in fact they share quite a bit in common."
You watch in horror as your mother's interest piques at this, and your aunt barrels on. White noise fills your ears as you find yourself rising from the breakfast table, barely remembering to excuse yourself, rushing to your room. Gripping a bed post you lower yourself on your bed. It wasn't as if you were unaware of the fact that you were nearing an age after which you could no longer be looked at as an eligible option, nor were you unaware that your parents wished you married soon. However, you quite liked your life on the sidelines. You had a bit more autonomy than usual for an unmarried woman your age, and after what your friends and neighbors had said about marriage itself, you certainly were in no rush to partake.
You had to get out of this, by any means necessary.
♛
"D'you reckon Lady Wei has a female lover? I didn't know you could do that, Mama always said only men and women can be married, but that's such an old concept, don't you think?" your friend chatters, pointing out various people milling about at the Beauford-Shankar Annual Ball. You had attended every year, since your debut, and so had your friend, and usually the two of you would have a splendid time, pigging out on the different cakes and gossiping about the various characters who showed up each year. However, this year, you could barely stomach the few sips of lemonade you had, stomach turning at the prospect of meeting Lord Grant, the oh-so-perfect suitor your aunt has scrounged up.
"Oh!" she gasps, "and did you hear? Lady Garcia was ruined over the summer, by none other than our favorite rake, Lord Oikawa. She's apparently headed to the continent now, to traipse around, since she can spend her dowry as wishes. I wish I could do the same, Lord Oikawa please ruin me!" she laments, pretending to swoon against the window in front of which the two of you were situated.
Casting another cursory sweep around the ballroom, you turn towards your friend smiling, " And what news about our second favorite rake, Duke Kageyama? I overheard two ladies discussing he saved yet another poor girl from marrying her grandfather's schoolmate."
Your friend's eyes widen as she latches onto your arm, "Did I not tell you? He's so dashing, a libertine of course, having ruined what- at least fifty girls by now-" she stops to fan her face. "But all those women would have been positively miserable, had they married their intendeds. He's done the world a great good, if you were to ask me."
Smiling slightly, you're reminded of a quiet boy. You cannot recall his features very well, but it is rather hard to forget the only man who's ever caught your eye. You hadn't realized he'd turn into a libertine, but at least in your memories he'd always be the shy boy who'd helped his older sister secure her love match.
Lifting the glass of lemonade to your lips, you take a sip, before promptly choking, as you catch sight of your aunt and mother, being followed by a blonde gentleman, heading straight towards you.
♛
Tobio was decidedly not having a good time. Society events were low on the list of things he did enjoy, and after many years of not attending any, the Beauford-Shankar Ball was bordering unbearable.
"Tobio! Smile a little, you'll scare off all your admirers."
"Lord Sugawara, I have no idea what you're talking about."
"It's your first society event in nearly six years, why don't you look around? See if anyone catches your eye, or if you can even find that one girl who you used to stare at."
Tobio sputters, cheeks heating, "I- I didn't stare at anyone, and besides even if I had she would have been married by now."
Swallowing, an unbidden image of an eighteen-year-old girl comes to his mind, laughing at something Miwa had said to her. He'd been nineteen that year, much too young to even think about marriage and too focused on his sudden inheritance of the Kageyama dukedom. Miwa had married that year, and he had been running himself ragged trying to keep everything in order. But he remembered that one ball, the last one of that season, a young woman with a throaty laugh, big eyes and a closed posture, as if she were unsure of being there. He hadn't caught more than a glimpse of her, but her memory had remained, after all these years.
Suppressing a twinge of jealousy and sadness Tobio continued, "There was no one. Besides, it is becoming a little difficult to enjoy myself with all these Mamas glaring at me."
Sugawara tilts his head, surveying the room. "Ah, that must be because you've deflowered nearly fifty young ladies these few years."
"Yes, there's that but- wait, wait a moment, what? What did I do?" Tobio turns to Sugawara, astonishment smeared across his face, eyes narrowed incredulously.
"Deflowered, ruined, y'know all the good stuff." Sugawara shrugs with a small grin.
"No, what- I, no that's impossible. I- yes, there's been one or two women, but not- not young ladies. What are you saying?"
"Well, Your Grace, in the years you've declined to grace, ha, us with your presence, the gossip mill has churned quite a bit. You've prevented many marriages; I am sure you're aware."
Feeling completely discombobulated at the news, Tobio groans, "You have got to be jesting, there's no way- I certainly would know if I had ruined fifty young ladies, and I can assure you I have done no such thing."
"The truth is often not gossiped about my young friend. It seems as if the young ladies of the ton are taking advantage of your absence from society to escape from their intended marriages by using your name. They say they've been ruined by you, pay off a maid to spread rumors of 'catching' the two of you in the act and voila! No unhappy marriages for these women, and an expansion of your sordid reputation."
Scrubbing a hand across his face, Tobio sighs," and you did not think to inform me of these happenings, at least once?"
"I was completely under the impression that you were a right rake!"
Tipping his head back, Tobio sighs again. This was going to be a long season.
♛
"Well? What do you think about Lord Grant? He's the modern sort of man, isn't he?" your mother asks you the morning after the ball, hope evident in her eyes.
"He's nice, I suppose," you mutter, refraining from mentioning exactly how modern the man was. "Sure, if thinking a woman's only role in life is being a perfect wife- then yes, he's perfectly modern."
Your mother frowns at this," darling, you know Lord Grant is a better choice than being a spinster. He may have his faults, but your aunt is right, your father and I have been too careless on the topic of your marriage. You've always been the adjusting sort, surely you can adjust here as well?"
Pressing your lips together you offer no reply, choosing to focus on your breakfast instead. Your mother sighs, pressing her fingertips to her temple.
"All of this would have been easier had you just accepted Earl Miya's proposal two years ago. I don't see how you could refuse a man of his type!"
"Lord Miya had proposed to me because he had lost a wager, Mama. I was not going to marry a man only because he was trying to honor his dignity."
"Nonsense, wherever did you get such an idea!"
"Well, you see, the other Lord Miya-"
"And whyever would you be a wager forfeit, of all things!"
There was no arguing against her. "Mama, I do not wish to marry Lord Grant."
Your mother appeared to have gained selective hearing.
"There's to be another ball tonight. You will dance with Lord Grant and form a more solid opinion on him. Your father is already quite fond of him."
"Mama, why are we doing this now? We don't have to listen to Aunt-"
"And stay away from the edges of the room and other dark corners, Lord Sugawara is friends with the nastiest men, I do not know why, he is a gracious man, but London's notorious are sure to be there tonight. The last thing we need is you to be found with, with that Lothario Oikawa, or worse, Kageyama!"
Rolling your eyes this time you retort, "Mama, the ton hasn't seen Duke Kageyama in years, I wouldn't even know who to look out for. As for Lord Oikawa-"
You stop. Lord Oikawa, notorious libertine, deflowerer of virgins, and all-round suave gentleman. Lord Oikawa, who from the whispers of the ton, was tall and handsome, and never turned a lady down.
You smiled.
"Mama, please be sure to ask Lord Grant to find me before the final waltz."
♛
"You've completely lost it, haven't you?"
You choose to ignore your friend, and continue your search for Lord Oikawa.
"Why is it, that he's our favorite rake, yet we've never actually seen what he looks like?"
"He's tall and handsome and has the prettiest eyes, or so I'm told. There cannot be many men that fit that description, can there?"
You discreetly point to a man standing in front of the painting of a fruit bowl, seemingly immersed in thought.
"There, he fits the bill perfectly, would you not say?"
Your friend follows your finger, before seeming to melt at the sight of the man.
"That's Baron Wakatoshi, he is quite tall and handsome, isn't he?"
"What about the man on the stairwell?"
"That's Lord Kuroo, he's quite a catch too, I must say-"
"What about him?" you whisper urgently, "in the center of the gaggle of mamas."
"That's Lord Kita, any lady who catches his eye would be the luckiest woman ever. And I mean ever-"
You groan, pressing your palm to your face. Why was Lord Sugawara acquainted with so many tall and handsome men? Granted he too was a part of the set, but surely friendship required more criteria? Perhaps a love of Plato, or horse riding?
Your friend suddenly tugs at your wrist, "that's him, oh my goodness, it has to be! Look at the refreshments, in the maroon coat, that's Lord Oikawa!"
An icy shiver bolted down your spine, as you glanced at the refreshments table. Now that you had found him, it was time to seduce him.
"The maroon coat you say?"
"Yes, he's reaching for that pastry look!"
You paused.
"That is not Lord Oikawa. That's Lord Miya."
Your friend looks at you with her eyes widened.
"You turned down a proposal from that man? It's worse than I thought!"
"No, I turned down a proposal from his brother, although they are identical, I suppose."
Your friend moaned," why haven't you introduced me to him, I could have been Lady Miya by now. You're a terrible friend."
"Er, I'm not exactly friends with him, but I'm sure he'll recognize me. Do you want an introduction now, or-"
A flash of navy catches the corner of your eye. You sharply turn your head, to watch a tall, dark-haired man slip out the garden door. Frowning, you glance at the clock, the final waltz would begin soon, and no gentleman would escape to the gardens right before it. It had to be him.
"I- I'm heading to the gardens, if Mama comes looking for me, tell her I'm in the gardens."
Your friend, still fixated on Lord Miya, flutters her hand in a go shoo motion. "Happy ravishment dear, tell me how it goes will you?"
♛
Tobio never should have believed Sugawara. Tonight's ball was worse than the previous and once Tobio caught sight of Oikawa it had been game over. Without looking back, he had rushed out the doors into the cool night. Making his way through the garden maze, he arrives at the center of it, where a small waterfall sparkles under the moonlight. Loosening his cravat, he pulls it off and slips it into his pocket, gulping fresh air. Tilting his head back, he closes his eyes, grateful for the solitary moment. He'd always hated the London ton- the socializing, the small talk, the judgement. Perhaps he ought to retire for the season and return back to his country home.
A rustling of skirts draws his attention, and he turns quickly, eyes flying open and, oh.
It's you. The girl from six years ago.
You don't quite look the same, but you do. Your stand straight now, eyes fixed on him. The same eyes, the same lips. Tobio feels the strongest urge to say something jocular, to hear you laugh again- to know if it was the same. However, before he can open his mouth, you're making your way to him, purpose in your steps. Instinctively he takes a step back, the back of his shins bumping into a stone bench.
"I," you begin, and Tobio's lips part at your voice.
"I," you say again, before stopping to take a deep breath. It takes every ounce of strength to Tobio has to not let his eyes flicker down as your bosom heaves with the motion.
"You're Lord Tooru Oikawa."
Tobio blinks. It cannot be, there's no way. No fucking way.
Before he can inject, you continue, effectively quashing any opportunity for him to rectify your mistake.
"I'm going to just say it, so please listen. I need to be ravished, right now."
Tobio's head has stopped working, and clearly so have his ears. There is no way in actual hell you said what he thought you did, and not to someone you thought was fucking Oikawa.
"I know it's improper to ask, and I'm not sure how these things go exactly, but I really need you to- to," you stumble over your words, clearly unsure what a ravishment entails.
Tobio finally finds his words and raises a hand to stop you.
"You have the wrong person, and I'm not sure why you're here, but your reputation would be ruined if you were to be found with me. Please let me leave you alone."
Heart pounding, he goes to move, but you quickly close in on the few paces that separate the two of you. Startled by your sudden proximity, Tobio drops down on the bench behind him.
"No, please. You don't understand- I need you to, to ruin me."
"You want to be fucked by Oikawa?" Tobio asks incredulously, feeling too confused and hurt to register the use of profanity before a young lady.
You frown, brow furrowing.
"Er, yes- I want to be ahem fucked, by you," you whisper the word, and a shiver runs down Tobio's back.
You move closer, placing your hands on his shoulders, and nudging his legs apart so that you can stand between them.
"Please, fuck me."
♛
You had no idea why Lord Oikawa was referring to himself in third person, but you decided to move on to more pressing matters. The man in question was looking up at you, eyes darkened, and mouth parted.
The rumors weren't wrong, and with a face like that- you could see why the ladies of the ton were queuing up to be ravished by this man.
There was something so curiously familiar about this man as well, although you suppose that was a part of his charm as well.
His hands rise to hover around the vicinity of your waist- hesistating.
Impatiently you guide his hands to your waist, heart backflipping as he immediately squeezes and pulls you closer to rest his head on your stomach.
"You don't know what you're asking for."
You shiver at his dark tone, acutely aware of his hands wandering, stopping occasionally to press into a particularly plush part.
"I know what I want."
"What if I were to tell you this is it? This is all there is to ravishment?"
"No!" you blurt out, sinking your hands into his hair and pulling, "it's not enough."
Inhaling sharply, he tugs, pulling you fully into his lap, knees on either side of his hips. Wrapping an arm around your waist he leans in, lips brushing yours as he speaks, warm breath fanning across your face.
"Say it again, tell me what you want."
Heat pooling in your lower stomach, you swallow once before you're able to get the words out. You feel your nipples peak, pushing against the thin silk of your dress.
"I want you to fuck me," you whisper, "I need you to fuck me."
His eyes flutter shut as slowly exhales, one hand sliding up your back to rest on your nape. Tilting your head back he leans forward and presses an open-mouthed kiss right in between your collarbones, then lower. You gasp as he licks across your décolletage, nipping at the swells of your breasts. Your nerves feel on fire, liquid lava coursing as he continues his ministrations.
"Who?" he murmurs, "Who do you need to fuck you?"
Whimpering you grind down on his lap, desperate for some sort of friction. Cursing softly, he rolls his hips up, and you whine as something hard presses against your core, at just the right angle- leaving you incapable of coherent thought.
"Please, again, just-" you cry, desperately searching for that rhythm again. Panting, he grips your waist again, lifting and moving you on his lap so that you're able to chase your pleasure.
The two of you rock together, Oikawa cursing under his breath as he scrambles to untie the laces holding your dress together. A faint part of you wonders why a rake with so much experience was struggling with a mere corset, but that thought vanishes the moment he slips his hands into your dress. Grinding against him, you frantically get rid of your gloves as he pushes your bodice down, baring yourself for him and the cool night. Sinking your hands into his hair you gasp again, as he nips at the edge of your nipple, before enveloping the entire thing.
"I. I'm-" you feel something building inside you, gasping for air.
"Yeah, just from this? Fuck, let go darling, I have you, just-"
You moan as your pleasure crashes over you, panting. He holds you close through it, pressing gentle kisses wherever he can reach. Panting, you come down from your high, hands gripping his shoulder for purchase.
Cheeks warm, you lift your head to look at him, finding his dark eyes trained on you.
"Open your mouth," he whispers, breath fanning over your face. Swallowing, you follow his orders.
"Wider."
You part your mouth even more. Pausing for a heartbeat, his eyes flicker down to your lips, before the corner of his mouth lifts- just barely- the beginnings of a half-smile. Leaning in, he licks into your mouth, muffling your whine. You move to kiss him back, but he sharply draws back.
"Did I say you could do that? Sit on my lap and keep your mouth open, just for me."
Eyes flickering shut, you part your mouth once more, waiting.
"You're such a good girl."
Saliva pools in your mouth as he continues licking, one hand gripping your jaw, palm resting against your neck, to keep you in position- the other slipping under your dress, flirting up your thigh.
Which is exactly how your mother, your aunt, and Lord Grant find the two of you.
♛
Your aunt's shriek pierces the night, causing the two of you to fly apart- well it would've, had Lord Oikawa not held firm on your very naked back. There was certainly no way to misconstrue what was happening here.
Biting your lip to hide a smile, you glance up at Lord Oikawa, who seems shell-shocked.
"What on earth is this! I cannot believe it, this- this is a mistake," your aunt continues, as more people start trailing over, alerted by your aunt's shriek. Your mother rushes over immediately, "Your dress, button up your dress, my god."
Oikawa seems to spring into action at this, sliding his coat off and covering you, ensuring you're completely covered before helping you slide off his lap and stand on your own. As more people crowd around, hushed murmurs and gasps fill the air, the rake strikes again!
The crowd parts as two tall gentlemen make their way.
"What is the issue here-"
"Oho? What indeed is the issue here?"
"Lord Sugawara, Lord Oikawa," the man behind you (still standing so close) begins, before stopping short.
You decide to take over, your plan had worked splendidly, might as well help the man out a little.
"Lord Sugawara, Lord Oikawa," you begin as well, curtseying to the best of your ability in the oversized coat.
Wait. Lord Oikawa?
You whip your head back at the man behind you, and then at the men in front of you.
"Lord Oikawa?" you ask again, hesitantly, and the man beside Lord Sugawara makes a noise of affirmation.
"Tobio-chan, it looks like you've surpassed me and Lord Miya!"
Dread fills you as you realize why Lord Oikawa, no, not-Lord-Oikawa had been speaking in third person and had been so insistent on names.
You turn to your mother, who looks like she's taken to praying, and then back to the man behind- now beside you.
Lord Kageyama.
Thoughts racing, you breathe. No harm done anyway, all you needed was to be ravished- what did it matter if it just so happened to be the quiet boy who had caught your eye six years ago, who had somehow turned into a rake. How did you not recognize him?
"Alright everyone, let's let the family handle this. Back to the ball, off you go," the other Lord Miya's voice cuts through the chatter, and you catch his bemused eye as he winks at you.
Your aunt comes forward, anger visible on her face.
The taxi rolled smoothly through the neon-lit streets of Tokyo, the city's bustling energy muted by the quiet hum of the car's engine. Inside, Ushijima sat in silence, his eyes fixed on the figures beside him. You sat in the middle seat, hand gently caressing Asahi's hair as he slept soundly, his small body curled up against you. The soft glow of the city lights filtered through the windows, casting a gentle luminescence over you.
Ushijima couldn't tear his gaze away from you and Asahi. The way your fingers moved through Asahi's hair, the soft rise and fall of his son's chest as he breathed, and the serene expression on your face as you watched over him—it all felt surreal. A part of him still struggled to comprehend the rapid changes that had uprooted his life. But another part, a deeper, more instinctive part, felt an overwhelming sense of rightness. This was where he was meant to be, with you, with Asahi.
You glanced at Ushijima, catching his intense gaze. You offered a small, reassuring smile, sensing the whirlwind of emotions behind his stoic facade. "He's completely knocked out," you whispered, voice barely audible over the car's engine. "It was a long day for him."
Ushijima nodded, his expression softening. "I'm glad he's comfortable," he replied quietly. "It's a big change for all of us.”
You continued to stroke Asahi's hair, your touch tender and comforting. "It is," you agreed. "But we'll make it work. Together."
The taxi eventually turned onto a quieter street, pulling up in front of a modern apartment building. Ushijima paid the driver and stepped out, then turned to help you as you carefully lifted Asahi from the seat. The boy stirred slightly but remained asleep, his head resting against your shoulder.
Ushijima grabbed the bags from the trunk and led the way into the building, holding the door open for you and Asahi. As you stepped into the elevator, the metallic doors closed with a soft chime, sealing them in a small cocoon of silence. Ushijima glanced at you, his mind filled with a thousand unspoken thoughts.
"Thank you for coming with me," he said finally, his voice low and sincere. "I know this wasn't easy for you."
You smiled softly, shifting Asahi's weight in your arms. "We needed to be together," you replied simply. "For Asahi's sake.” ‘And for ours’ Ushijima thought.
The elevator doors opened onto Ushijima's floor, and you stepped out into the hallway. He led you to his apartment, unlocking the door and pushing it open. The interior was neat and modern, but it had a lived-in feel, with personal touches that spoke of Ushijima's life here. As you entered, you looked around, taking in the space that would now be their home… temporarily.
"It's nice," you said, voice filled with genuine appreciation. "You've made it a real home."
Ushijima set the bags down and turned to you, his eyes earnest. "It's temporary," he explained. "I'm in the process of finding a house. Something more suitable for all of us. This happened so quickly, and I wanted to make sure you both were comfortable while we transition."
You nodded, eyes meeting his. "I understand. We can make do for now. It's more important that we're together."
Ushijima's expression softened further, a rare warmth in his gaze. "I want you both to feel at home here. If there's anything you need, just let me know."
You smiled, a mixture of gratitude and relief washing over you. "Thank you, Ushijima. That means a lot."
Asahi stirred in your arms, blinking sleepily as he woke up. He looked around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings with wide, curious eyes. "Where are we, Mama?" he asked, his voice small and sleepy.
"We're in Tokyo, sweetie," You replied, kissing his forehead. "This is where we're going to live now, with Daddy."
Asahi's eyes brightened with the innocent excitement of a child. "Really?”
Ushijima stepped closer, his heart swelling at the sight of his son. "Yes, Asahi.” he said, his voice filled with quiet determination.
You set Asahi down, and he immediately began exploring the apartment, his curiosity piqued. Ushijima watched him with a smile, feeling a sense of completeness that had been missing from his life. He turned back to you, who was watching Asahi with a tender expression.
"This is a big adjustment for him," Ushijima said, his tone thoughtful. "But I think he'll adapt quickly. Children are resilient."
You nodded, eyes following Asahi as he explored. "He will. Especially with both of us here to support him."
Ushijima stepped closer to you, his hand reaching out to gently touch your arm. "And you? How are you feeling about all of this?"
You looked up at him, eyes reflecting a mix of emotions. "It's overwhelming," you admitted. "But it's also... right. It feels like we're finally where we're supposed to be."
Ushijima's heart swelled at your words. "We'll make this work, I promise."
Asahi's excited chatter filled the room as he discovered new corners and objects. You and Ushijima watched him, the shared commitment to your son strengthening the bond. Despite the challenges ahead, there was a sense of hope and unity that made everything seem possible.
You spent the rest of the evening settling in, with Ushijima helping you unpack your things and Asahi exploring every inch of his new home. As the night grew late, you tucked Asahi into his new bed, his small form quickly drifting off to sleep.
Ushijima stood in the doorway, watching with a soft expression as you kissed Asahi goodnight. When you joined him, you walked back to the living room together, a comfortable silence settling between you.
Ushijima turned to you, his voice filled with quiet resolve. "We'll start fresh here, as a family. And I'll do everything I can to make sure you and Asahi are happy."
You looked up at him, eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Ushijima. For everything."
As you stepped out of the room, he saw how tired you look, yet there was a peacefulness in your eyes that he hadn’t seen in a long time. He gestured for you to follow him to his room.
“There’s only one guest room,” Ushijima began, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “And one room… one bed left, which is mine. You can take the bed, and I’ll sleep on the couch.”
You shook your head immediately, a stubborn set to your jaw. “No, Ushijima. I’m the one intruding. You should sleep in your own bed. I’ll take the couch.”
“That’s nonsense,” Ushijima replied, his tone firm but gentle. “You’ll be more comfortable in the bed.”
You crossed your arms, your resolve unwavering. “I’m not letting you sleep on the couch in your own home. I’ll be fine.”
He stood in silence for a moment, the impasse between you evident. Ushijima’s brow furrowed as he considered the options. He knew you well enough to understand that you wouldn’t back down easily, but he also couldn’t let you sleep on the couch when you needed rest.
“Alright,” he said finally, his voice softer. “How about we both sleep in the bed? It’s big enough for the two of us.”
You blinked in surprise, your cheeks flushing slightly. “Are you sure? I don’t want to make things awkward.”
“It’s not awkward,” Ushijima chuckled, assuring you. “I know we are going slow…” Ushijima said as he caressed your cheek. “But believe me… it’s not awkward.”
You hesitated for a moment longer, then nodded, a small smile playing at your lips. “Okay, if you’re sure.”
He led the way to his bedroom, opening the door to reveal a spacious room with a large bed in the center. The room was neat, with minimal decorations, reflecting Ushijima’s practical nature. You glanced around, appreciating the simplicity of the space.
“I’ll grab some extra pillows and blankets,” Ushijima said, moving to the closet. He pulled out a couple of pillows and an extra blanket, placing them on the bed. “You can take the left side.”
You took your bag with your products and a towel. “I’m going to take a quick shower," you said, looking at Ushijima. "See you in a minute.”
Ushijima nodded, his expression softening. "Of course. Take your time."
You smiled at him, the warmth of his affection evident in your eyes. "Thank you."
You walked towards the bathroom, Ushijima listened to the sound of the water running, a soothing backdrop to the night calm. He busied himself with tidying up, settling your side of the bed and making sure everything was in place.
As he worked, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Glancing at the screen, he saw Hirugami's name flashing. He answered the call, his voice calm and measured. "Hello, Hirugami."
"Ushijima! Welcome back to Tokyo," Hirugami’s cheerful voice boomed through the phone. "How’s it going? How’s everything?"
Ushijima glanced toward the bathroom door, ensuring you were still out of earshot. "It’s going well. We just arrived. Still getting settled in."
"That’s great to hear," Hirugami replied. "So, are you planning to come back to the team soon? We miss having you around."
"I need a few more days to settle in properly," Ushijima said, his tone firm but considerate. "I’ll be back soon."
Hirugami laughed, a playful edge to his voice. "I’m sure Hakari will be thrilled to see you back. She’s been waiting for you, you know."
Ushijima felt a flicker of irritation but kept his voice even. "I’m sure the team will manage just fine without me for a few more days."
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Hirugami teased. "Just don’t keep us waiting too long, okay? And give my best to your…new family?”
Ushijima’s grip tightened on the phone. "I will. Thank you, Hirugami."
"No problem, man. Take care, and see you soon."
Ushijima ended the call, slipping his phone back into his pocket. He took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering discomfort from Hirugami’s teasing. His thoughts returned to you and Asahi, the two most important people in his life now.
After a while, the water stopped, and he heard you moving around in the bathroom. He took the opportunity to grab his things to take a bath.
The bathroom door opened, and you stepped out, wrapped in a towel with your hair damp. You looked refreshed, cheeks slightly flushed from the warm water.
"Feel better?" Ushijima asked, standing up to greet you.
"Much better," you replied with a smile.
Ushijima nodded, his gaze softening as he looked at you. “I’m glad.”
You moved to the bed, beginning to dry your hair with a smaller towel. "Did you get a call while I was in there?"
"Yes, from Hirugami," Ushijima said, his tone neutral. "He was just checking in."
Your expression grew curious. "How’s the team?"
"They’re fine. They’re eager for me to return, but I told them I need a few more days," Ushijima explained.
You nodded, a thoughtful look crossing your face. "It’s good that they understand.”
Ushijima walked over to you gently placing a hand on your shoulder. "I want to make sure you and Asahi are settled before I go back. That’s my priority now."
You looked up at him, eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Ushijima. It means a lot."
He leaned down, brushing a soft kiss against your forehead. "We’re in this together. All of us."
When Ushijima returned from the bathroom, dressed in a plain t-shirt and sweatpants, you were already under the covers, hair fanned out on the pillow. He hesitated for a moment at the sight of you in his bed, feeling a strange sense of rightness that you were here, in his space.
He climbed into bed, making sure to leave enough space between the two of you. The bed was indeed large enough for both of you, but the proximity was still intimate. You both lay there in silence for a moment, the room filled with the soft hum of the city outside.
“Thank you, Ushijima,” You said quietly, breaking the silence. “For everything. For bringing us here, for making us feel welcome.”
Ushijima turned his head to look at you, his eyes softening. “You don’t need to thank me. This is where you both belong.”
You smiled, your eyes glistening with unshed tears. “It means a lot. More than you know.”
He reached out, his hand finding yours under the covers. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, a silent promise of support and commitment. You squeezed back, feeling a warmth spread through you at the simple gesture.
As you lay there, the initial awkwardness began to fade, replaced by a comforting sense of closeness. Ushijima’s presence, solid and reassuring, was a balm to yours weary soul. You found yourself relaxing, breathing evening out as the events of the day caught up with you.
Ushijima watched you for a moment longer, his heart swelling with emotions he rarely allowed himself to feel. This was his family, and he would do everything in his power to protect you and make you happy.
“Goodnight” he said softly, his voice barely more than a whisper.
“Goodnight,” you replied, your voice warm and tender.
Both of you fell asleep like that, hand in hand, finding comfort in each other’s presence. The future was uncertain, filled with challenges and changes, but for now, they had this moment. And that was enough.
Ushijima woke to the soft murmur of a voice. Blinking against the morning light filtering through the curtains, he turned his head to find Asahi standing by the bed, wide-eyed and curious.
"Daddy?" Asahi whispered, his voice a mixture of awe and confusion.
Ushijima's heart swelled at the word. He shifted carefully, ensuring he doesn’t wake you. “Good morning, Asahi.”
Asahi's face lit up with a brilliant smile. "Morning, Daddy!"
You stirred slightly beside him, but Ushijima was determined to let you rest. He slipped out of bed with practiced ease, motioning for Asahi to follow him. They tiptoed out of the room, Ushijima closing the door quietly behind them.
In the kitchen, Asahi's curiosity was boundless. "What are we gonna do, Daddy?"
Ushijima smiled, his usually stoic face softening. "We're going to make breakfast. Your mom had a long day yesterday, so we'll let her sleep a bit longer."
Asahi's eyes widened with excitement. "Can I help?"
"Of course," Ushijima replied, lifting Asahi onto a stool by the counter. "What do you like for breakfast?"
Asahi's face scrunched up in concentration. "Pancakes! With lots of syrup!"
Ushijima nodded, his movements calm and deliberate as he gathered the ingredients. He handed Asahi a small whisk and a bowl of flour. "Stir this, okay? Gently."
Asahi took the task very seriously, his little hands moving the whisk with great care. Ushijima watched him with a mixture of amusement and pride. This was new territory for him, but he was determined to make it special.
As the batter came together, Ushijima found himself enjoying the process more than he had expected. Asahi chattered away, his stories about kindergarten and friends flowing freely. Ushijima listened intently, his deep voice occasionally offering a question or comment.
“Daddy, do you like pancakes?” Asahi asked suddenly, looking up with big, curious eyes.
“I do,” Ushijima said, his lips quirking into a smile. “Especially when they’re made with my son.”
Asahi beamed at the compliment, his whisking growing more enthusiastic. Flour puffed into the air, landing on the counter and dusting Asahi’s pajamas. Ushijima couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight.
They cooked together, Asahi’s laughter filling the kitchen as they flipped pancakes and added toppings. When the stack was complete, Ushijima set the table, placing a small plate in front of Asahi filled with pancakes, syrup, and fresh fruit.
“Can we watch cartoons, Daddy?” Asahi asked, already sliding off his stool and heading towards the living room.
“Alright,” Ushijima agreed, carrying their breakfast to the coffee table. It was a strange feeling, breaking his strict routine, but he found he didn’t mind at all.
Asahi turned on the TV, quickly finding his favorite show. They settled on the floor, the bright colors and cheerful characters providing a lively backdrop to their morning meal. Ushijima found himself engrossed, not in the show, but in Asahi’s joy.
“Look, Daddy, it’s my favorite part!” Asahi exclaimed, his face glowing with excitement.
Ushijima watched the screen, trying to understand the appeal. The antics of the cartoon characters were lost on him, but Asahi’s enthusiasm was infectious. He smiled, nodding along and offering occasional comments that made Asahi giggle.
“Do you like it, Daddy?” Asahi asked between bites of pancake.
“It’s… interesting,” Ushijima said diplomatically, earning another giggle from his son.
They continued like this, the morning stretching out in a series of small, perfect moments. Asahi’s laughter, the comfortable warmth of the room, and the delicious scent of pancakes created a bubble of contentment that Ushijima never wanted to burst.
As the final credits rolled on the show, Asahi leaned against Ushijima, his small frame fitting perfectly against his father’s side. “Can we do this every day, Daddy?”
Ushijima’s heart ached with a fierce protectiveness. “We’ll do this as often as we can,” he promised, ruffling Asahi’s hair. “I’ll always make time for you.”
Just then, you appeared at the doorway, hair tousled from sleep and a soft smile on your face as you took in the scene. “Good morning,” you said, voice warm with affection.
“Morning, Mommy!” Asahi called, his excitement renewed at seeing you.
“Good morning,” Ushijima echoed, standing to greet you. “We made breakfast.”
Your smile widened as you joined them on the floor, your presence completing their little circle. Sharing the rest of the morning together, the bond strengthening with each laugh, each shared story, and each bite of pancake.
Ushijima glanced at you, your eyes meeting for a brief, meaningful moment. He was grateful for this chance to be a part of your lives, to create these memories. For the first time in years, his morning routine felt perfectly right, exactly as it should be.
hi guys um tsukishima is growing on me do u think he would be jealous and then he confesses to u....ahahahaha........help
noya slaps your back lightly while encouraging you loudly, his hand resting on your lower back. suga rubs your shoulder blades in acknowledgment, a reassuring smile plastered on his face, daichi ruffles your hair with a chuckle. "you'll get it next time yn, i believe in you!" hinata exclaims with starry eyes as he skips towards you, the noise of his squeaky shoes bounces off the gym walls and before his hands get to slap against your shoulders he gets cut off, a volleyball bouncing off the back of his fluffy tangerine hair. "YEOWWWWW!!!!" he yells out, grabbing his head dramatically. "lay off pipsqueak." tsukishimas voice echos through everyones ears as he walks over to you with the same volleyball he threw at hinata. "hey what was tha-" hinata starts but quickly cut off by tsukishimas quiet voice that was aimed toward you. his gaze lingers for a bit, glasses shining when his eyes meet with your seemingly longing ones. "...can i talk to you real quick?" tsukishima says slowly while looking down at sugas comforting hand on your shoulder, that same shoulder losing the warmth of his hand when he lets go. "you can't just take them! they're practicing with us!" noyas booming voice causes tsukishima to roll his eyes. "let it go bro! he looks mad!" tanaka butts in and noya mumbles a sassy "whatever" and shrugs his hand off your back. "yeah...'course you can talk to-" "privately."
you follow tsukishima outside the gym, not without a few "ooooo"s and you could've sworn you heard yamaguchi cheering on with a, "you got this tsukki!". maybe you misheard? tsukishimas back is faced towards you but you can almost make out the expression he has, the usual nonchalant and confident aura from him has been replaced with...nervousness, it almost feels like. his shoulders are slightly raised like a startled cat and he glances back at you, the crusty white light attached to the gym building glowing against tsukishimas pale porcelain skin and his glasses show a faint reflection of your figure, he looks away from you swiftly. your heart skips a beat. the only thing keeping this situation from being awkwardly quiet is the distant sound of crickets chirping and an eventual sigh escapes his chest. "soooo," you break the painful silence. "why'd you n-" you start, trying to strike a conversation with the blonde boy but he cuts you off. "why do you let them touch you all the time?" he asks harshly turning around to look down at you. your face twists into confusion, your eyebrows scrunching together. tsukishima scoffs and rolls his eyes. "is it not annoying?" he cocks his head mockingly, taking a step closer to you. you huff, "so you brought me out of practice to shit talk your teammates?" you cross your arms, "those are my friends y'know?" "do you need such touchy friends?" he asks, his golden eyes narrowing at you, his body leaning downward to get closer to you. "why do you care so much?" you question him and he goes silent. "what? you like me or something?" you joke, a proud smile creeping onto your face at his surprised expression, he quickly furrows his brows and stands up straight. "maybe i do yn! maybe i do like you. maybe i can't stand seeing any other boys filthy hands on you because i like you, i should be with you! not your childish little 'friends'!" tsukishima exclaims and he rubs his face in frustration, running his hands through his short blonde locks, refusing to look at your face.
you're beyond shocked, dumbfounded even. his rushed, loud confession which is nothing like him, and the fact he was confessing because he was jealous? you'd think it was cute if you weren't blown away. "kei..." you mutter his first name, sending gentle shivers down his spine that he tries his best to hide from you. "shut up shut up shutupshutupshutup." he grumbles into his hands. "you're really gonna confess like that?" you giggle before full on laughing, clutching your stomach and even wiping a tear or two from laughter. "yeah okay, laugh it up." tsukishima groans and you let out a long sigh while looking down. "you are such an idiot." you say and look up at him with a smile, he can't help the pink tint that coats his warm cheeks and he looks away from your eyes. "look who's talking, you moron." he grunts in annoyance, rolling his eyes once again. you reach for his trembling hand and step closer to him, the shakiness of his hand was quite surprising but it was a nice reassurance that he wasn't just playing a stupid prank on you. your hand reaches for his warm neck and rest your palm on the curve of it, pulling his face closer to yours and finally, finally pressing a gentle, loving kiss to his soft lips. tsukishima hesitates for a split second, his raised shoulders relaxing as he kisses you back, both of his large, bandaged hands grabbing your hips. "i like you too, silly."
synopsis. your boyfriend tsukishima invited you out to watch him practice but, he noticed your eyes kept following the black-haired setter. kageyama tobio.
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another school day has just ended and your boyfriend, tsukishima has told you earlier to come by the volleyball court to watch him practice. so you grabbed your bags and exited out of room and made your way to the place.
once you stepped foot into the gym, you immediately spotted your beloved blond-haired man. he was practicing until he stopped because noticed you standing by the door. you smiled and waved at him, he did so as well. tsukishima then walked to you and he grabbed your bags of your shoulders.
"oh wait tsuki you don't need to do that! It's not that heavy anyways."
you tried to pull your bags from him but he held them tightly. "it's okay, and you said it's not that heavy no?" he insisted and carried your bags. following him, he placed your bags down in a spot in the court. some greeted you and of course you returned the favor, and there was this orange-haired person who was quite short but he greeted you and his energetic energy matched yours so you spent some time talking to him, and uh.. yea he was really.. quite the energetic one.
when it was time to practice, tsuki then said he'll be practicing with kageyama and reminded you that it might be boring, you shook your head. "don't worry about it! I'm honestly excited to see you play if I'm being honest." he nodded and walked off.
you can see tsuki practicing his spikes with a black-haired man assuming that was the 'kageyama' he told you earlier. you watched the black-haired setter do another set for tsukishima, and you can easily tell he was skilled at it. your eyes watched him intently— another flawless set was done.
without realizing it, you were staring at the him for quite some time. because you were watching the setter you didn't notice tsuki kept his eyes on you while he practiced.
when he noticed you looking at kageyama, tsukishima felt butterflies in his stomach but they weren't the good kind, it was more like spiders crawling in he can't really explain the feeling. being distracted by his thoughts he didn't realize what was happening.
kageyama did another set for tsuki and it was flawless. expecting it to be spiked, the ball dropped instead. your eyes then finally were pulled out from looking at tobio and moved on to tsuki. he was just stood there looking a bit lost in his thoughts.
the setter then turned around surprised because most of the time when they usually never miss a spike or set, unless the ball is a bit to high. "tsukishima?" kageyama called his name, pulling him out from his thoughts. "oh sorry, i was.. distracted.", the setter raised his brow at him. 'distracted? huh that's rare' he thought to himself. "focus" he said and they then continued on to practice.
after a few more minutes of practicing it was time for a break. "okay everyone!", daichi called out as he clapped his hands. "you all did well! let's take a break.", everyone then cooled down while kiyoko and yachi handed out fresh towels and bottles filled with water.
instead of tsukishima going to the group of noisy people he instead made his way to you, and settled down beside you. you remembered that you had bought snacks for you two, so you opened your bag and grabbed the packed snacks. you handed a snack and he took it.
both of you ate in a comfortable silence but it feels odd. tsukishima was too quiet, even for him. you peered at him with a questioned look, he then turned to glance at your eyes but he immediately looked away. he was acting... strange? his eyes were narrowed and he didn't talk much.. 'is he mad at me?' you asked yourself. you didn't want to start overthinking you just asked him straightforwardly.
"tsuki? are you.. okay? you're acting a bit odd." you said leaning towards him.
he then turned his face to you and without making eye contact. "why.. were you watching him.", he said in a quiet voice, his words were quite hard to catch so you asked him again. "uhh.. can you that again? please?", "why were you... watching him." he repeated it was louder than before but it's still not hearable, so you questioned him again. "sorry, tsuki.. i can't hear you.", you said leaning in closer with a hand behind your ear.
he groaned in frustration and puts his mouth near your ear. "i said.. why.were.you.looking.at.him" he uttered through his gritted teeth. now finally understanding what he said, sure you were taken aback a bit, but the corner of your mouth raised a little now that you realized he got jealous!
at first thought, you thought he was angry with you but instead it was just your boyfriend being jealous. a small stifled laugh came out of you while tsuki was feeling embarrassed with how you reacted.
he groaned. it was rare for him to get embarrassed when he's usually used to being the one embarrassing others. his cheeks were flushed and his face was feeling weirdly hot, so he buried his face on your shoulder to hide his pinkish face.
you giggled at him, then you placed your snack down and patted his head while also ruffling his soft curly hair. he emitted out a long sigh.
"awhh tsuki, i never imagined that you could get this shy." you teasingly say letting out another giggle. "whatever." you could feel his eyes rolling despite that you couldn't see his face. "hmm why does that bother you though??" you jokingly let out a dramatic gasp and faked your realization. "omg! tsuki?! you got jealous?!"
"w-what?! no!" he raised his head and his face only got more pinker than before. "mhmm sure-sure" your smug face only made him more embarrassed. 'that feeling from earlier.. maybe i did get.. jealous?' he thought so himself. honestly, we wanted to say what he had in mind earlier but it only came out as a scoff and rolled his eyes once again.
you only laughed at him again and took your snack and ate. "your face doesn't deny it though.", he made a heavy sigh and hid his blushing face on your shoulder. "whatever." he said moving closer to you.
you smiled and patted his back. "sorry for staring at him though, i was just amazed on how he played.", you then felt a pair of arms wrapping around you, his arms were longer than yours so whenever he hugs you it quite literally wraps your body.
tsukishima is doesn't usually show him being shy, or awkward in any way but it's honestly cute of him to be like this. letting out a happy sigh, you finished your snack and wrapped your arms around him too ♡
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meanwhile.. while the both of you were cuddling, two mischievous second years were watching the both of you. tanaka groaned at the sight of the couple being love-dovey and nishinoya was plotting something in his mind, and suddenly a lightbulb appeared above noya's head— an idea had sparked up inside his mind.
"hey tanaka! I got something!" he said and leaned in to whisper something in tanaka's ear. tanaka playfully grinned and nodded in sync with nishinoya.
they quietly creeped up behind you two. thankfully your eyes were closed and tsuki's face was buried on your shoulder. the pair took a look at each other and they touched both of your shoulders and let out a loud yell— making you and tsuki jump.
the second-years let out a loud laughter while they clutched there sides. tsuki growled because of the two ruining there sweet moment. tsukishima got up and started to head towards them and the pair only ran laughing while being chased by the tall first-year.
you were stunned from what was happening so you ended up only watching your boyfriend chase the two.
daichi very much noticed the three running around the court and he stood up from where he was sitting and pointed his arms to them. "YOU THREE! STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!" daichi said in a deep and commanding voice making them stop almost immediately.
"god.. you two really.. and tsukishima? why were you chasing them!?"
the now tired tanaka and nishinoya layed on the courts wooden floor and panted heavily, while tsukishima had his hands on his knees and was looking at daichi with a shocked face, wondering why he got scolded too.
watching them get scolded almost made you die laughing. it was a really hilarious scene to watch and especially with how tsukishima ran after the two!
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