@savvamuraz:“also i’m coming in here to request a playlist bc it’s sad hours and ur playlists r cute can I have a playlist w daichi pls my fav color is baby pink/hot pink and my fav time is either sunset when it looks like blue and pink cotton candy and is all pretty or at night when you can see the city light up from a rly nice view ✨ ily and thank u !!! ❤️❤️ (I resent this bc my asks r being weird so idk if the first one sent)”
JACKIE BB hi lovely here is your playlist!! i rly had to stop myself bc i could have made such a long playlist for jaichi bc i love yall sm. i’ll just keep sending you links to spotify but in the meantime here’s your “official” playlist
my inbox is always open for chatting!! i’m working through my requests slowly but surely. if you’d like, send one in, but please know it may take some time (read: weeks to months). thank you for your patience!! (playlist requests: >10)
for anyone interested, you can find all my public playlists here♡
summary: you completely turn daichi’s day around when you interrupt him at work
note: written as part of an event with @savvamurazfor@ceo-of-daichi. i hope you enjoy this, lydia!! happy birthday to daichi!!
daichi groans rubbing his hand down his face as he glances at the clock on the wall across from him. he leans against the counter, bins and containers of colorful prizes filling the shelves beneath the glass, as he leans his head in his hands.
he’s interrupted by his meticulous counting of every passing second by a quiet “excuse me?” that floats across the counter, causing him to direct his attention to the young girl in front of him, a fistful of tickets clutched tightly in her small hand, eyes wide and a shy grin on her face as she looks up at him before her eyes dart to the variety of prizes displayed beneath the counter and on the wall behind him.
after helping her find the perfect prize, daichi smiles as he watches her run off, the satisfaction of seeing another happy person filling his chest before his eyes are drawn back to the clock and he feels himself groan again as he sees he has another 5 hours left of his shift.
just as he’s about to lean his head down on the counter for a brief moment of relief, he’s interrupted by a stifled laugh, and he begins to feel his cheeks warm as he lifts his gaze up.
from the glass counter to meet the source of the sound.
“tough day, huh?,” you tease, voice gentle, delighting in the way his head shoots up to meet your gaze.
his eyes widen as they meet yours, the smile on your face and the shine in your eyes enough to send his heart racing in his chest and stir butterflies in his stomach that he didn’t even know were there to begin with.
“i— um,” he starts, standing up straight as he reaches a hand back to rub at his neck, a soft chuckle falling from his lips. “yeah, something like that. sorry you had to see that” he says, sheepish smile on his face as he leans back on his heels, hands shoved into his pockets.
“what can i get for you?”
you take a step forward, eyeing the man in front of you with a smile, watching the way he nervously bites his cheek, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth despite himself, his dark eyes soft but surprised as he takes in the way you watch him.
you laugh softly at his question, leaning against the counter as you place the large handful of tickets in front of you. your eyes scan over the prizes on the wall behind you, finally landing on exactly what you’re looking for.
you lean back, your eyes finding the name tag of the man in front of you, who’s now watching you with an eyebrow quirked in curiosity and a soft smile playing on his lips.
“i think i’ll take those ones,” you point at the large pair of stuffed golden crowns hanging behind the counter with a poorly concealed grin on your face.
daichi’s smile grows, though his look of curiosity remains. he turns around, stretching up to grab the two crowns, before sliding them both across the counter to you.
you grab one, but shake your head as he begins to speak. “that one,” you smile, pushing the other crown back toward him, “is yours”
with that, you’re placing your own crown on your head, and looking from him to the crown on the counter expectantly, your smile only growing as you see daichi’s widen as well.
having fought an internal battle with himself over the few seconds you were watching him, daichi shrugs his shoulders and laughs, before grabbing the crown from the counter and placing it on his head. despite how silly he knows he must look, he can’t help but feel like there’s been a weight lifted off his chest as soon as he feels the light weight of the crown on his head.
looking over at you, that weight is replaced by his heart racing even faster as he takes in the matching golden crown on your head and wide and excited smile on your face.
“how do i look?” he asks, voice light, a sheepish smile on his face.
you smile back at him, one infectious enough to eliminate his uncertainty and have him smiling back at you in full force.
“you look great,” you say, your own heart pounding faster in your chest than it was a moment ago as you take in the bright smile of the man across from you. “it suits you”
daichi laughs deeply, unrestrained this time, his head thrown back, as a hand goes to steady the crown on his head, a “thank you” slipping out between chuckles as his laughter tapers off.
“hey,” he starts, uncertain at first, but his confidence and smile grow as he sees the hopeful and excited look in your eyes as he speaks. “i have a break coming up soon, if you want to stick around? because there’s a pair of matching capes that would look great with these crowns.”
“that sounds great to me,” you smile back at him, already nodding as you take a step toward the counter, now close enough to see the light flecks of gold that color daichi’s eyes. “but there’s no way you’re beating me at skee-ball,” you tease, heart racing as you see the competitive glint in daichi’s eyes at your words.
“you’re on,” he returns your grin, leaning forward to meet your gaze from the other side of the counter.
the moment is interrupted by the sound of an alarm ringing from daichi’s pocket. he startles, reaching back to turn it off, before glancing at the clock in surprise. “it’s that time already? i guess time flies when you’re having fun,” he glances over at you, with a smile.
“i’m daichi, by the way,” he says, extending his hand as he makes his way out from behind the counter.
“i know,” you laugh, pointing to the name tag pinned to his chest as you take his hand and give it a shake before turning and heading off in the direction of the games.
“wait!” he calls after you, feet frozen in place for a moment as he watches your retreating figure before he takes off behind you, long strides catching up to you after a few moments.
“you never told me your name,” he smiles over at you as you hand him a skee-ball of his own.
“beat me and maybe i’ll tell you,” you grin at him, before tossing the ball down the lane.
daichi doesn’t even know how many points you got from that toss, because his eyes are glued on you. the way the neon of the games lights up your skin and reflects in your eyes, the way you smile at him like he’s the only person there despite the challenging and teasing twinkle in your eye. he’s speechless, despite the competitive side of him that can’t help but be stirred by your words.
“you’re on,” he grins as his grip tightens on the ball in his hand, returning your competitive gaze with one of his own.
as he turns to toss his ball down the lane, fingers crossed behind his back for the 1000 point ring and a smile on his face, he can’t believe that not long ago he was counting down the seconds until he could leave. because right now? here with you? he can’t imagine anywhere else he’d rather be.
a/n: thank you so much for reading, i hope you enjoyed this! daichi has always been one of my faves, and was the first character i ever wrote for, so he rly holds a special place in my heart HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAICHI !!!
Reader:F Character:Hajime Iwaizumi, Daichi Sawamura Rating:G Summary:It was hard not to be overwhelmed with anxiety sometimes. It felt like everything became overwhelming and it was hard to stop crying. Bu the love your life was always there to comfort you. Warning:Fluff, Anxiety Ask Box: Open|Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign|Join me on Patreon
It started with the shake of your hands. Then your mind became a jumbled mess and then finally the tears came. You were sitting in a quiet part of the university with your head in your hands, your entire body shaking.
It was just animal biology, why did it make you so anxious. But the idea of a buzzer test made the fear bubble up inside of you until it was spilling over. You rubbed your eyes and tried to calm yourself down from the anxiety. But every time you thought you calmed down, the fear came back and you were crying again.
Nestled in between lockers you were crying quietly to yourself, but it didn’t take long for your boyfriend to find you. The squeak of his sneakers as he walked down the hall, calling your name until he found you.
He said your name quietly under his breath before he rushed over to you and slotted himself beside you. His natural instinct was the wrap his arms around you tightly.
“Hey, hey.” He said as he strong arms lopped around you, “I got you, I got you. You’re safe. I promise.”
You sniffled and rubbed your cheek against him. You croaked, “Hajime.” And your boyfriend just held you tighter. Not letting you go as you started to settle down from the wave of anxiety.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, “Why are you crying? We couldn’t find you in the club room. I got worried.” He looked down at you and pushed your hair out of your eyes. You looked so small and fragile against him. You shivered like a leaf and whimpered like a puppy.
“Stupid animal bio. We have a buzzer test today and I’m freaking out. I’m going to fail this. I know I am.” You sighed, “I don’t want to have to retake the course, but I don’t know what else to do. I feel hopeless!” You cried.
Iwaizumi continued to hold you and rub your back. He kissed the top of your head lovingly. He said, “You can do it, baby. I know you can, I know it seems daunting but you can do it.” He encouraged as he pulled away and looked down at you.
“I just don’t know what to do. I get the shakes every time I think about the exam. It makes me feel like I’m going to throw up.” You stammered, your throat felt clogged and your hands felt shaky.
Iwaizumi let go of you and shrugged off his varsity hoodie. He pulled it over his head and quickly put it on you before you had a chance to say anything. He pulled up the sleeves of you and kissed your inner wrist. He said, “Tomorrow, go into the exam with this hoodie, and any time you worry or get anxious, think about me.” your eyes met and he smiled, “Remember if you pass this course, your one credit closer to us living our dream.”
Your heart raced for a different reason when he mentioned your shared dream. The future you planned together and finishing university was the first step. He leaned in for a kiss, your lip balm smeared across his lips as he deepened the kiss.
When you pulled away you cupped his cheek, the sweater felt a little warm but it was comforting nonetheless, at least enough to calm you down from your anxiety attack. You swallowed back the last bit of tears and nodded, “You really think I can do it.”
“Of course, I’ll even help you study. I don’t know a lot about animal bio, but I can try.” He gave you a grin. He laughed when you playfully pulled at his cheek. He knew you were calming down.
“Thank you, Hajime.” You said.
“Anything for you, because I love you. I have my water bottle in the club room and you better finish it before we start. Looks like you’ve been crying for a while.’ He rubbed your left eye to get the tears off your eyelashes.
You rested your head against his chest for a moment and sighed, “Okay, sounds good.” And curled up beside him. He let you rest there for a moment, letting the last bit of anxiety wither away to a promise of new confidence in your performance tomorrow. You felt Iwaizumi kiss the top of your head and you felt a sense of peace. You had to keep pushing forward and with a reminder of your boyfriend at your side, you felt a little better to do the exam tomorrow and try your best. Because passing this course meant one step closer to a future you two will have together.
The crash of lightning woke you up from your sleep. You looked at the clock and saw it was three in the morning, but the thunderstorm had already hit your small town. The trees were shaking, the wind was wild, the heavy drops hit your window. All along with the crash of thunder.
Another streak of light made you clutch onto the covers. You let out a small whimper and wanted to bury your face under the covers but you felt too still to move. Your heart raced in your chest, you felt a cold sweat through your body and then the tears started.
You managed to pull your knees to your chest and bury your cheek into your left knee. You choked out a sob, only to jump when there was a loud rumble of thunder. The anxiety raced through your body like a locomotive. You clutched onto your legs and tried to settle down by yourself.
Another crash of thunder sent you under the covers and loudly crying. The anxiety around thunderstorms made you cry, you felt like you were drowning in it. As the heavy drops hit the window you cried harder. Loud enough for your husband, Daichi to hear.
He rolled over and opened his eyes at you. He slowly reached out and tried to pull the covers back but you quickly covered yourself with them again. Whimpering gently. He sighed and ducked his head under the covers and reached out for you.
“Sunflower.” He said, “What’s wrong?” He pulled you gingerly into his arms. He rubbed your back and kissed the top of your head lovingly. He was starting to wake up more as worry formed in his gut for what was wrong with you.
“The storm. It’s scaring me.” You gulped.
He sighed, “I see.” He pulled you tighter, “No storm is going to get my baby.” He yawned, “That’s a promise. Now let’s get back to sleep.”
Another bright light crossed the sky and you jumped in Daichi’s arms. You shook like a leaf, anxiety overcoming you. You felt too awake from the adrenaline to fall back asleep. Not while all you could focus on was the storm outside.
“I’m really scared of it.” You admitted. It felt so childish to be scared of storms, even as a grown person you still felt anxiety around them. It was something you couldn’t help. It just overcame you like a wave.
“I know. But I promise it won’t hurt you. You’re safe inside, perfectly safe in bed.” He kissed you again. He worried about your crying. Your rapid shaking from the anxiety taking a hold on you.
“I don’t know.” You gulped. You felt
Daichi kissed your forehead to calm you down, “The storm won’t hurt you.” He said, “I promise. You’re safe inside.”
“What if lightning hits the house or a tree, and we lose our house. Or it starts a fire or it breaks a window. Or the rain makes the roof collapse.” You rambled off but were silenced with a kiss.
“Shh.” Daichi said, “None of that will happen.” He let go of you and rolled out of bed. He stiffly walked to the window and closed the dark curtains. He yawned, “There, you don’t have to see the lightning anymore.”
“What about the thunder?” You asked meekly. You pulled the covers to your nose and looked at him in the dark room. You watched him in the very low light walk to his phone and turn on a playlist he has for relaxing. He turned the volume all the way up and climbed back into bed.
“Now you won’t hear it. It’ll be like it isn’t even there.” He assured as he pulled you back into his arms, “Now, shhh.” He said, “Time for rest.” He kissed you, “No need to be anxious, I promise the storm won’t hurt you.”
You tried to close your eyes. You finally stopped crying, but your eyes felt wet and sore. You snuggled up against your husband’s broad, clothed chest and held onto him like a stuffed animal.
“Nothing will ever heart you, beloved.” He said, “Not while I’m alive. I’ll fight the heavens just to protect you.” He kissed you again, “No one hurts my baby.”
“Promise, Dai?” You asked as you continued to hold onto him tightly. He wasn’t worried about you letting go anytime soon.
As the soft music played through the bedroom, as his arms remained rested on you. He kissed you again, so tenderly as if you were made of glass. A precious object that he must protect with his life. He smiled at you and said, “Of course, it’s a promise for the rest of my days. I’m your husband after all. If a husband doesn’t bend the earth for his partner, is he really a husband?”
You smiled a little, finally settling down from the wave of anxiety. You continued to hold onto him and press your cheek against his chest. This felt safe and comfortable. When Daichi started to notice that you were settling down, he started to rub your back gently.
“That’s it. Time to go back to sleep. The storm will be gone by morning.” He said softly. And with that you felt yourself let go of the anxiety and start to drift off to sleep. The storm long forgotten.
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Reader:F Character:Wakatoshi Ushijima Rating:E Summary:You were sacrificed by your town for a warm spring as winter gripped the town, almost killing the livestock and what little food supplies you had. Except the demon who found you didn’t want to eat you. Warning:Demon AU, Smut, Breeding Kink, Magic, Reference to animal death, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, 5.6k Words
Reader:F Character: Daichi Sawamura Rating:E Summary:You met Daichi through Instagram. You both followed each other and it wasn’t until a few months of following one another that you started talking and once you started talking, you couldn’t stop talking. The only problem was that you were halfway across the country so you couldn’t see each other that frequently, it took a train and a plane ride to get to where you were. Warning:Smut, Long Distance Relationship, Phone Sex, Masturbation, Praise Kink, Daddy Kink
Reader:F Character:Hajime Iwaizumi Rating:E Summary:Clickclicksnap.com was a cam website, people donated money to watch the people on screen do lewd acts for the camera. You had your favourite camboy, he went by the handle ‘Gojira-chan’ or simply “Go” for those with their privates in one hand and their keyboard in the other. He was one of your favourites. Warning:Smut, Masturbation, Camboy AU, Dirty Talk, Minor Plot, Mostly Smut
Reader:F Character:Tōru Oikawa Rating:E Summary:He was almost perfect. He checked off everything on your list. Usually when you went on dates with potential sugar daddies, they were old middle management men who wanted something pretty to look at for a couple of weeks before they got bored. But not the man sitting in front of you, with his brown hair and matching eyes, the way he smirked at you, and most of all that rose tattoo on his hand. Warning:Mafia AU, Smut, Light Bondage, Sugar Daddy AU, Choking, Multiple Orgasms, Praise Kink
Reader:F Character:Wakatoshi Ushijima Rating:E Summary: “The god of war took me to a love hotel.” You remarked, almost laughing at it. The man could have anything in the world and he chose a place in the middle of nowhere to fuck you. Warning:Unhealthy Relationships, Brat Taming, Smut, Gods AU, Pregnancy, Breeding Kink, Love Hotels, Rough Sex, Choking, Not Sane, Dark Themes, Degradation, Mind Break
Reader:F Character:Daichi Sawamura, Kōshi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane Rating:E Summary:While at training camp, you and your boyfriend have to keep it quiet. Warning:Vaginal Sex (Daichi), Oral Sex (Asahi & Sugawara), Smut, Quiet Sex, Mirror Sex (Kageyama), Jealousy (Kageyama), Fingering (Hinata), Quiet Sex (Ukai), Blow Jobs (Nishinoya), Cunnilingus (Tanaka), Semi Public Sex, Kitchen Sex (Tanaka), Vaginal Sex (Tendō), Oral Sex (Ushijima), Smut, Choking (Satori),
Reader:F Character:Kōtarō Bokuto, Shōyō Hinata, Kiyoomi Sakusa & Atsumu Miya Rating:E Summary: You weren’t too sure how this happened. What was supposed to happen was an interview with some of the members of the MSBY Jackals, what it turned into was your body being used for their pleasure. Warning:Orgy, Unsafe Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Spit-roasting, Pregnancy
Reader:F Character:Hajime Iwaizumi Rating:E Summary: All Iwaizumi wanted to do was clean his guns, his monthly routine to keep them in top shape. But it was also the middle of August in your small country home. And you wanted nothing more than to play in the sprinkler. Warning:A/B/O, (Former) Assassin AU, Omega!Reader, Alpha!Iwaizumi, Smut, Punishments, Age Gap (Reader is 25, Iwaizumi 35), Gunplay, Oral Sex (M Receiving)
Reader: F Character:Takanobu Aone Rating:E Summary: You were arranged to be married to the demon fox samurai, no one in the village had ever seen his face before. You were nervous as to what he’d look like or how he’d act. He was quiet behind that mask and kept his swords close. You wondered how he’d be as a husband. Warning:Arranged Marriage, Samurai AU, Smut, Loss of Virginity
Reader:F Character:Wakatoshi Ushijima Rating:E Summary:There wasn’t a whole lot to do in the country during the summer. Most people celebrate festivals or saw friends, but you and Ushijima had different intentions on how to spend it. Warning:Breeding Kink, Pregnancy Kink, Semi-Public Sex, Smut, Farmer AU, Cunnilingus
Reader:F Character:Keishin Ukai Rating:E Summary:Ukai felt like a perverted old man when he saw you bounce into the gym. Always a smile on your face when you greet the team, you were the assistant manager, freshly turned 18. And Ukai wanted nothing more than to bury his cock inside of you. Warning:Slightly Dark, Breeding Kink, Age Gap, Dub-Con, Unsafe Sex, Masturbation, Virginity Kink, Jealousy, Corruption Kink, Degradation, Semi-Public Sex, Choking, Oral Sex, Countertop Sex, Proceed with Caution Word Count: 7.3k
Reader:F Character:Hajime Iwaizumi Rating:E Summary:You were a good student, a smart student. You did well academically, you were the vice president of the history department and you made friends with anyone. Then why were you currently in between your professor’s legs sucking his cock while he gave a lecture over Zoom? Warning:(college) Student/Teacher Relationship, Blowjob, Collars, Smut, Dom/Sub, BDSM, Zoom Calls, Minor Degradation, Punishments, Sex Toys, Riding Crops, Spanking Power Imbalance, Slightly Dark, Unsafe Sex, Age Gap, Squirting, Nipple Play, 4.5k Words
Reader:F Character:Tetsurō Kuroo Rating:E Summary:You visit with your boyfriend/sugar daddy to a love hotel. But his intentions for you as much more sinister than just sex. He wants to finally snag himself a wife, and who’s more perfect than the little college student he fucks on weekends. Warning:Sugar Daddy, Post Time Skip, Smut, Bondage, Body Sushi, Mindbreak, Dom/Sub, Age Gap (Reader is 20, Kuroo is 27), Breeding Kink, Slightly Dark, Manipulation, Multiple Orgasms, Messing with contraceptives. 5.1k
Reader:F Character:Daichi Sawamura Rating:E Summary:Daichi is a hit man for the Karasunos. One night when leaving a bar he finds you and a man who claims to be your boyfriend. Daichi however is the one to take you home and finds a lot more comfort in the drunken editor than he likes to believe.
request: hi omg i just started using tumblr again and i love your writing and can i request s/o riding captains thighs because that wud be spicy
a/n: god bless you for requesting this, it might be my favorite smut i’ve written so far tbh
daichi
- typically it isn’t very difficult to get daichi’s attention
-you’re literally his everything so his attention is on you always
- but sometimes he’s just extra busy and fails to give you your daily dose of daichi affection
- most times you just leave him be and wait until he isn’t busy anymore
- but sometimes you’re just so needy and you can’t help it
- and he secretly not so secretly loves it
“daichiii..” you whine at your boyfriend who just chuckles at you in amusement.
“what princess?” he asks, taking a moment to look away from the laptop screen he was focused on to glance at you. he is currently watching game clips from the volleyball team his is supposed to play in the upcoming week. he wants to study their plays so he could have a better understanding of what his team would be up against and how they should set up their offense and defense, but you are making it unnecessarily difficult.
“i want attention.” you huff, sitting up in your spot on the bed next to daichi so you could face him better.
“i’m giving you attention right now.” he laughs. he finds it extremely entertaining when you get like this, all whiny and extra just because he stopped giving you attention for a few minutes.
“but i want more.” you pout and he rolls his eyes at you.
“so needy, hm princess?”
you blush at the nickname. he calls you it twenty four seven, anywhere and everywhere you go but somehow it still never fails to make you feel giddy.
“just give me a few minutes ok? then you can have all the attention you want.” daichi says before giving you a quick peck on the lips.
now it’s your turn to roll your eyes because with daichi, a few minutes is never only a few minutes. especially when it comes to volleyball stuff, and you’re feeling quite impatient. so you decide to take matters into your on hands.
you get up from where you are currently seated and move closer to daichi, sitting so that both of your legs are on either side of his left thigh. he looks at you with a raised eyebrow as if he’s asking what you’re doing, and you just smile at him in response. you slowly start moving your hips, grinding them into the toned muscle of daichi’s thigh and he smirks.
“you’re something else, you know that?” he shakes his head before averting his attention back to his laptop. you continue with your antics, rolling your hips over and over against his thigh, but it’s not giving you the satisfaction that you’re craving. so you lift off of his leg ever so slightly, just enough so that you could pull off the shorts that were seemingly blocking you from receiving the friction that you desperately crave. now you’re just left in a pair of lacey panties and a shirt, tossing your shorts to the side and continuing your little mission. daichi keeps looking at you every so often, watching you use his leg for your own pleasure. if he thought he couldn’t concentrate before, he surely didn’t accommodate for this possibility. you watch his eyes linger on you, scanning your body and then focusing on your face which begins to heat up at his intense gaze.
“desperate little slut.” daichi groans as he watches you eagerly and you moan at his words.
“does it feel good?” he questions.
“hm, so good.” you hum as you continue jutting your hips in slow and smooth circles. you can feel yourself starting to get wet, the liquid pooling in your panties making the friction feel even better. daichi shuts his laptop and tosses it to the side, completely unable to focus on what he was doing anymore. he reaches under your shirt and starts lightly rubbing your sides, something he knows you like very much. you sigh at his touch, still moving your hips with a passion in an attempt to get yourself off. daichi eventually stops caressing your sides and begins lifting up your shirt with you helping him get it off. you aren’t wearing a bra so now your chest is on full display for your boyfriend and he looks like a starved man who’s just been presented a full course meal.
“so perfect.” he mumbles before taking one of your nipples into his mouth, his fingers fondling the other. he works his mouth perfectly, alternating between twirling circles around your nipple with his tongue and sucking and nipping lightly on the bud. you can’t help but let out a string of moans as a wave of pleasure crashes through your body.
“your mouth feels so good.” you compliment daichi and he smiles with a light chuckle.
you slowly start to feel your core get tight and it feels like every part of your body has become ten times more sensitive. your hip movements against daichi’s thigh get a bit more sporadic and he notices, so to help you reach your climax he moves his mouth from your nipples to your neck. your weak spot. as soon as he attaches his mouth to what he had learned is your sweet spot awhile ago, you feel yourself begin to come undone.
“oh god, i’m gonna cum.”
“yeah? be a good girl and cum for me.” daichi’s voice comes out raspy with lust and you can’t take it anymore.
you shiver as your orgasm consumes you. your body shakes slightly as you ride out your high, panting and moaning daichi’s name as you come down. he watches you attentively, his dick now throbbing in his shorts.
“satisfied princess?” he asks as he takes in your exhausted appearance.
“very.” you coo, feeling blissful from your intense climax.
“good, now it’s your turn to satisfy me.” daichi asserts, gesturing to the tent in his pants and you excitedly prepare to get him off too.
kuroo
- you and kuroo are alike in many ways
- you share a lot of the same interests, morals, and ideals
- but one thing you do NOT share
- is his like for strange low budget sci-fi movies
- you try your best to be interested in the movies because you love kuroo and enjoy spending quality time with him
- but you cannot, for the life of you, get past the cringey special effects and god awful acting
- so most times you just pass out and sleep for an hour or two or just leave the room completely
- and sometimes, you do something that interests you a bit more…
you yawn of boredom at the antagonizingly slow plot of the movie kuroo had put on. but you glance over at him and he’s purely invested in the storyline, eyes stuck to the tv screen as he mindlessly shoves handfuls of popcorn into his mouth and you chuckle to yourself at the sight.
“can you please stop staring at me and laughing? that’s kinda rude you know?” kuroo huffs, still not shifting his attention from the movie, yet highly aware of your gaze.
“sorry, you’re just way more entertaining than what’s going on in this movie.” you admit.
“you’re so lame.” he teases, “the movie is clearly a masterpiece but you’re just not intellectually inclined enough to see that.”
“right. so i’m dumb for not liking it?” you smile amusedly.
“yes, that’s exactly what i’m saying.” kuroo agrees, finally taking a moment to look at you, give you a sarcastic smile, then quickly look back at the tv screen. you laugh lightly at him again. it’s actually kind of cute how excited he gets over these movies, it almost makes it worth sitting through two hours of garbage just to be in his presence. almost.
“you’re such a dork.” you tease back but he doesn’t even hear it because he’s listening closely to what’s taking place on the screen. you roll your eyes and try focusing on the movie too. it actually does grasp your attention for a few minutes but completely loses it when a fight scene that looks like it was recorded with a prehistoric android shows up. you mentally groan, completely bored out of your mind. you’re currently cuddled up against kuroo on the couch, your head resting on his chest and his arm draped over your shoulder, a bowl of popcorn in his other. you decide you may as well just close your eyes and rest for a bit but as soon as you shut them, and idea sparks in your mind.
you release yourself from kuroo’s grasp and reposition yourself so that you’re sitting with your legs around his thigh. he barely even acknowledges your new position and you get slightly offended.
“seriously? is the movie really that good?” you ask, bringing his attention to you. he looks you over, raking your entire body up and down with his eyes slowly.
“yeah it is.” he says bluntly, very obviously trying to hold back a smirk. he knows what he’s doing, trying to rile you up and you’re letting him.
“hey, rude.” you scoff at him with a pout and he just ignores you, pulling you further into his trap. “fine then.” you mumble and begin stripping off your clothes until you’re fully naked and you place yourself back onto his thigh. now he’s looking at you in amusement.
“you’re so fucking hot.” he praises.
“thanks, but don’t look at me. keep watching your movie since it’s so interesting.” you say shortly.
he raises and eyebrow at you and shrugs, looking back to the tv. he likes when you get bratty like that, and you like doing it too because although kuroo is usually dominant as it is, that’s when dominant dominant kuroo comes to play. and you love it. you also know that shrug means trouble for you later.
you push up the fabric of his shorts a little bit so you can have skin to skin contact with his thigh, wanting this to feel as good as it possibly can. kuroo pretends not to notice your actions but you know he’s watching you in his peripheral vision, which gets you going. you drag your hips along his thigh in back and forth motions at a steady and even pace, making sure to moan just loud enough for kuroo to get all hot and bothered. although he’s pretending as though he’s paying you no mind, you know very well he’s seething in his skin. he hates being teased, and that’s exactly what you’re doing.
“such a tease.” he snarks, finally directing his attention to you again.
“really? me? no, i don’t thinks so.” you joke and now he’s the one rolling his eyes at you.
“you know what happens to bratty girls who interrupt me while i’m watching a movie?”
you visually swallow at his words, the change in the tone of his voice which was now laced with subtle aggression making your pussy pulse. but you keep up your bratty persona, really wanting to pull the dominant kuroo you’re looking for out of his cave.
“i’m not really interrupting anything, no one said you have to pay attention to me.” you retort still rolling your hips against his thigh and moaning softly every so often. kuroo shakes his head, a smirk beginning to form on his face.
“oh so you wanna be punished?” kuroo grunts and you choose not to reply. you just continue grinding your now dripping cunt against his leg, maintaining eye contact with him as you let out a lewd moan of his name. big mistake. before you can even comprehend what’s happening, you’re flipped onto your back, fingers digging into your hips as kuroo pins you down and hovers above you.
“fine then, so be it.” he continues.
you most definitely CANNOT walk the next morning.
oikawa
- oikawa is truly amazing at planning dates for the two of you
- like he really just enjoys impressing you and making you swoon, it makes his heart very happy
- typically you prefer your casual dates where you two just hang out and get ice cream together or something simple like that
- but it is nice to get dressed up every one in awhile and go somewhere fancy, so you’re fairly excited for this date he has planned
- mostly because oikawa says he has a surprise for you, a dress he bought you to wear for this date
- says he saw it and couldn’t not buy it for you because he thought it’d look so sexy on you
- and boy, was he right
“holy shit.” he breathes as you walk out of the bathroom where you had just finished getting dressed up. hair done, makeup on, and the beautiful dress that oikawa bought you hugging you perfectly.
“you like?” you ask, giving him a little twirl so he could see the back too. he stays quiet, just taking in the sight in front of him. very clearly and obviously in awe.
“toru?” you tilt your head and snap a couple times at your silent boyfriend and he snaps out of his trance.
“come here.” is all he says and you walk over to his spot on the edge of the bed. he pulls you into his lap with ease and you find yourself straddling him, your dress rising up your thighs a bit. you readjust yourself so that you’re just sitting on one of his legs rather than both in order to relieve some of the tension on the dress.
“toru, you’re gonna tear the dress.” you giggle at his eagerness.
“sorry, you just look so good. had to get my hands on you.” he confesses as his hands find their way to your ass, caressing it through the fabric. you smile before grabbing him by the tie he’s wearing and giving him a kiss. the kiss was meant to be short and sweet but somehow ended up becoming messy and hot. your fingers are laced in his hair, tugging at it occasionally while his hands continue to massage your ass. you moan into his mouth and he grins before moving his hands up from your ass to your hips.
he guides them skillfully, moving them so that now your hips are gliding against his clothed thigh. you moan at the sudden sensation, and he pulls away from the kiss to look at you.
“i want you the keep riding my thigh like this until you cum, got it?” he directs.
“but toru, our reservation. we’re gonna-“
“shh. the faster you make yourself cum, the quicker we’ll be able to leave.” he asserts and you follow his instructions obediently.
he just leans back on his elbows and watches you, a deep blush across his face. though he comes off like the selfish type, oikawa is the kind of person who gets pleasure just from seeing other people in pleasure. so watching you desperately grind your hips into his leg while moans of his name and other pretty sounds are spilling from your lips is almost enough to make him cum himself. but he manages to keep himself together and continues to watch you circle your hips around his thigh.
“hm, i’m getting close. can you help me?” you ask oikawa, your eyes shut and head thrown back in pleasure.
“mm, how do you want me to help pretty girl?” he responds.
“touch me, please just touch me.” you practically beg and he hums at how cute he thinks you are. he places his thumb on your clit, rubbing small circles on it.
“fuck oikawa.” you moan, now moving your hips on his thigh and his finger. he starts palming himself through his pants to relieve some of the pressure that had built up there and groans at his own touch which sends a chill throughout your body. oikawa’s moans are your favorite thing ever, them alone can get you dripping wet within seconds.
“moan for me again baby, you sound so good.” you say breathlessly and he elicits yet another arousing moan causing you to let out one of your own. he begins moving his thumb faster along your clit, wanting to make you unravel right then and there and he is successful in his pursuit.
“gonna cum.” is all you can muster before a back arching orgasm forces its way through your body and it takes everything in oikawa’s willpower not to be right there along with you.
“jesus.” he mutters, eyes still locked on you as he watches you slowly revive back to your normal self.
“that’s why you bought me this dress huh?” you say once you’re finally able to form coherent sentences again. “just to see me cum in it?” you continue, shaking your head at the realization.
“well would you look at that, if we don’t leave now we’ll definitely miss our reservation so we should probably go.” oikawa dodges the question and all you can do is laugh.
if this was the case, he could buy you new dresses whenever he’d like.
bokuto
- bokuto and you share a love for thighs
- he’s obsessed with yours
- and you’re equally as obsessed with his
- so ever since you first tried thigh riding with him, he’s been throwing subtle hints for you to do it again
- “damn, my thigh is really cold. wish someone would sit on.”
- “would be a shame if a pretty girl was grinding on my thigh right now huh?”
- “imagine if you rode my thigh again haha, that’d be wild.”
- the only reason why you didn’t give in is because you didn’t want it to be like an everyday thing, you want it to be a bit more special
- but after a bit of waiting, you’re more than ready for it
you have just finished your period so your horny meter is off the charts and it’s always like this. a week without touching and advanced hormone levels, it’s no surprise you feel the way you do. so of course you really want nothing more other than to relieve yourself right now, and you know just the way to do that.
you and bokuto are out on a movie date. you’ve been trying so hard to suppress the desire burning in your core the whole night, but it’s pretty much impossible at this point. so when the movie ends you make it very clear to bokuto what type of mood you’re in as you leave the movie theater.
“when we get to the car, i want you to park it somewhere secluded then we’re hopping into the backseat.” you whisper to him as you leave the building and make your way to the parking lot. he shoots you a look, trying to read whether you’re joking or not. once he sees the deadpan look on your face, he knows you’re serious.
“oh? is my baby horny?” he asks unnecessarily loud. you hit him roughly on the arm as another couple that’s walking by overhears and looks at you weirdly.
“can you say it even louder? i don’t think the entire city heard you.” you snark and he laughs at your embarrassment.
“you shouldn’t be embarrassed about it baby. if you want me to fuck you, just say it with your whole chest.” he shrugs as the two of you reach his car, departing ways so you can get in on the passenger side.
“i don’t want you to fuck me though. i wanna ride your thigh until i’m shaking and cumming all over it.” you smile to him across the car and his face goes red.
“in the car, now.” he orders and you follow. it’s silent for a minute before bokuto pulls out of the parking space.
“is this what you’ve been thinking about all night?” bokuto asks, his hand resting on your thigh while his thumb rubs light circles over the skin which gives you shivers. “i could tell, you seemed like your mind was elsewhere.” he finishes.
“i mean yeah, it’s all i’ve been thinking about for awhile actually.” you admit.
“why didn’t you tell me? you know i’ve hinted to wanting you to do it again like a gazillion times.”
“i know, i know. but it’s not something that i want to make a habit, i want it to be more of a special thing.” you say shyly and he flashes you a quick smile.
“you’re so fucking adorable, what even.” he coos before pulling into a deserted parking lot behind a building that had already closed for the night.
once he’s perfectly positioned into a parking space, he puts the car in park and turns the engine off. then he leans over to kiss you, his hand still tenderly placed on your thigh, the other cupping your chin so he can tilt your head and deepen the kiss. just like you’re obsessed with bokuto’s thighs, you’re obsessed with his kisses. he always kisses you so deeply, with so much passion and it makes you weak. after kissing for a few minutes, the two of you finally pull away to breathe.
“are you ready?” you ask bokuto breathlessly.
“more than ready.” he replies and with that you and him make your way into the backseat. bokuto sits first and then you place yourself on top of one of his thighs. you would be lying if you said you didn’t wear a skirt tonight specifically for this reason, and you’re so glad you made that decision. you also intentionally wore your thinnest pair of panties so that you could get more from your arousal. though this makes it very easy for bokuto to notice that you’re already soaking wet.
“jesus baby, you really are horny huh?” he groans at the feeling on his leg. you nod and look away from him, a little embarrassed at how you’re already so hot and bothered just from thinking about this. bokuto notices and uses his index finger to lift your chin and bring your gaze back to his.
“hey, look at me.” he says softly, “start riding.”
the shift in his tone from the soft one he was just using is alerting, and you obey his demand eagerly. you begin making short strides with your hips, rocking them back and fourth agaist bokuto’s leg while he rubs your thighs in the process. you moan as a shock of arousal shoots itself throughout your body. you steady yourself by holding onto bokuto’s shoulders and continue rocking your hips in quick motions. bokuto’s eyes don’t know where to land. he keeps switching between looking down at your hips as you grind them expertly against his thigh, and looking at your face which would occasionally scrunch up in pleasure as you moan. both making him unbearably hard.
bokuto knows you just ended your period. in turn, he knows that means your nipples are extra sensitive so he reaches under your shirt and unclaspes your bra, tossing it on the seat beside him. he then begins rubbing your already hard nipples between his fingers which earns a breathy moan of his name from you. between the intense feeling of pleasure between your legs and now the added pleasure of having your nipples played with, you know you’re not going to last much longer. so you unbutton bokuto’s pants after noticing how hard he is and grasp his erect member, making long strokes along the shaft before rubbing your thumb around the tip. you want him to cum with you and judging by the noises you’re getting out of him, you’re wish will come true. you continue riding his thigh and stroking his dick, while he continues playing with your nipples and you start to feel yourself get hotter and hotter.
“kiss me.” you say to bokuto and he happily obliges, attaching his lips to yours roughly. now the two of you are moaning into each other’s mouths as you get closer to you’re orgasms, doing everything you can to reach them.
“fuck, i’m almost there.” bokuto moans against you.
“me too.” you moan as well, your movements against bokuto’s thigh becoming more sloppy. your moans are increasing in volume and you know you’re both close.
“shit.” is all bokuto gives to warn you before he’s cumming all over your hand and the sight sends you over. you’re whole body tenses as your orgasm rolls through you, you gripping more tightly onto bokuto’s shoulders at the sensation.
you both give each other a minute to come down, still panting and trying to catch your breaths.
“i’m so in love with you y/n.” bokuto sighs once he’s finally caught his breath and you chuckle at his confession.
a/n: if you don’t know what this trend is, it’s basically just someone getting on their knees and acting like they’re about to give their partner head but not lol
- you and tsukishima have the kind of friendship that has everyone around you thinking you’re dating
- always teasing each other, play fighting, “fake” flirting
- it’s pretty obvious that you two have a thing for each other
- well pretty obvious to everyone but you two
- one day you invite him over to just hang out while your parents are away for a little
- he responds to your text with “the only way i’m coming over is if you give me head. wouldn’t come over otherwise.”
- and you respond with “obviously. why else would i ask?”
- that was the way you two joked with each other ALL the time
- some people think it’s strange, but it works for you guys which is all that matters
- although this time you wanted to mess with him extra
- he gets to your house within the next five minutes, the two of you living in walking distance of each other
- as soon as he rings the doorbell, you open the door, get on your knees, and tie your hair up
- and he FREAKS
- “Y/N!!! YOUR FRONT DOOR IS WIDE OPEN! EVERYONE CAN SEE!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” he yelps as he quickly enters your house and slams the door shut.
- you laugh hysterically at his reaction
- “you did not actually think i would suck you off in front of all my neighbors did you? my god tsukishima, that reaction was priceless.” you cackle
- he turns bright red and scoffs at you in return, crossing his arms in frustration
- “i’m sorry, i just saw the opportunity and took it.” you apologize
- “no that was good. i’ll admit, you got me.” he says throwing his hands up in defeat.
- “you? admitting defeat? hm, maybe i will actually give you head.”
- before he can respond, you’re on your knees again. and this time, it isn’t a joke.
kageyama
- you and kageyama have only been dating for all of one week
- a very fresh and new relationship where you are still getting to know each other
- you were at his house, laying on his chest as the two of you were sprawled out on his couch
- you were watching tiktoks on your phone while he was scrolling through twitter on his, when a video popped up on your for you page that gave you an idea
- kageyama is a bit awkward and gets flustered easily, whether he wants to admit it or not
- so you knew this little trick would be fun
- you wriggled yourself out of his embrace and got on your knees in front of him
- his eyes were glued on you, wondering what you were up to
- “what are you doing?” he asks with a quirked eyebrow
- he sits up so now you’re positioned perfectly in between his legs
- “what does it look like i’m doing?” you respond as you begin tying your hair back
- “i-i, i uh, i don’t know. that’s why i asked.” he stutters, already getting flustered.
- you place your hands on his legs before moving down, his breath hitching
- then you swiftly let go and look under the couch and pick up the dollar you had conveniently placed there for this prank
- “looking for this, duh.” you say, waving the dollar around
- “oh god.” he sighs before burying his face in his hands.
- “i can’t believe i fell for that.” he mumbles into his hands
- “should’ve seen how eager you looked.” you chuckle lightly
- he removes his face from his hands and reveals a very flushed and embarrassed looking kageyama
- “you’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.” you tease
- “shut. up.” he groans
daichi
- you guys are at your house baking cookies
- you know, just cute couple things
- but you’re extremely clumsy
- so of course you accidentally drop the ball of dough you were rolling
- “shit!” you groan before bending down to pick up the dropped dough
- but as you were reaching for it, you got an idea
- you dropped down to your knees with daichi hovering above you
- “i can’t believe you really just dropped the whole ball of- oh?” daichi was laughing so hard at your clumsiness, he hadn’t even noticed your current position
- on your knees and looking up at him with what he called “sexy eyes” which are the eyes you give him whenever you want sexy time
- “oh yeah? so we’re doing that now? shouldn’t we finish the cookies first princess?” he says as he runs his fingers through your hair before lightly caressing the side of your face and lifting your chin up slightly
- that alone makes you want to forget the whole prank and give in, but you really want to see his reaction
- “yeah, that’s what i planned on doing?” you say as you pick up the fallen dough and stand up to go throw it away “why? what’d you think i was doing?” you finish
- daichi’s mouth goes agape in a small ‘o’ before he clenches it shut and frowns at you
- “oh, you’re gonna get punished for that later princess.” he huffs at you as he continues rolling balls of cookie dough
- “can’t wait.” you smirk
asahi
- asahi is always a giver in terms of sexual favors in your guys’ relationship
- he always makes sure to please you and make sure you feel good
- but whenever you return the favor, he gets all shy about it
- something about using your pretty little mouth is just overwhelmingly pleasurable for him
- and he’s embarrassed about how quickly it gets him off
- so it’s difficult to get him to allow you to even do it
- “asahi, pleaseee let me give you a blowjob.”
- “no baby, i don’t need one right now.”
- “but i wanna give you one.”
- “not today.”
- ‘not today,’ that’s how most of the conversations about this topic ended so you gave up trying for awhile
- until a tiktok sparked something in you that is
- you ask asahi to shower with you one morning and of course he says yes
- you guys start by actually showering
- you gently lather yourself using your loofa before “accidentally” dropping it
- you kneel to pick it up before being met face to face with asahi’s “special area”
- you look from him, to it, then back up to him again
- he’s watching you nervously, all of him wanting you to just take it despite how embarrassingly quick he knew he would finish
- but instead you just pick up the loofa and stand up, now looking at his normal head rather than his smaller one
- “oh.” he sighs before gulping lightly
- “what?” you ask
- “i though you were gonna-”
- “would you have let me?” you question
- “i would have actually.” he admits shyly
- “hm, let me continue then.” you smirk before going back down and glancing up at him
- he gives you a cute little smile before you do your deed
Desperate touches and clashing of teeth when he turns the more delicate kisses passionate.
His tongue rubbing against yours as he fights to taste as much of your mouth as physically possible, while you are doing the same.
Even when you both break for a breath you share the same air for that small moment, not wanting to move any further away.
Getting so lost in the moment that suddenly his weight is on you, his crotch grinding down so beautifully against your own.
Small moans and whines against his lips which only egg him on until he physically can’t take it any longer. He needs more.
Heavy make out sessions that lead to soft, desperate sex with Daichi.
As if you both went any longer you would perish without it, both so eager to feel the other.
Its hot, heavy and loud, he’s so loud when he’s this desperate. When he’s deprived himself for long enough that he cums quicker than usual, the groan that leaves his lips almost causes you to fall down after him.
But he couldn’t stop himself, just like he can’t stop apologising for how quickly he came, his fingers rubbing rhythmic circles on your clit and his mouth now attached to your chest.
By the time you are both done, you collapse in each others arms.
Soft reassuring words whispered between lovers, promises of forever and gentle touches are what follows.
You always wanted nights to start and end with Daichi.
A/N | Idk what this is… I am tired and just really want this with Daichi This is the first time in a while I have spontaneously written something, it feels good!! Its not proof read and literally written in like 5 mins so I apologise for any mistakes!
a/n: nishinoya and tanaka convince you to come watch karasuno practice after school one day, which throws daichi off
word count: ~1.4k words
It had only been a month since you started dating Daichi and you were both on cloud nine. Anytime you were together, it was like being in your own little world where nothing mattered except the two of you.
Nishinoya and Tanaka, the troublesome second years, noticed this detail about you and their captain, which led them to believe that if you came by the gym to watch them practice, Daichi would be less angry and scary. And they would, therefore, avoid being scolded. So, when they discovered your club activities were canceled for the afternoon, they thought it was the perfect opportunity to put their theory to the test.
You’re at your locker, excited to be going home early because you could continue binge watching the new show you had just started when you suddenly hear rapid footsteps approaching. You glance behind you to see the libero and wing spiker standing there with huge grins.
“Hey Nishinoya, Tanaka…” you cautiously greet, slinging your backpack onto your shoulder before turning to face them.
after breaking up with them because they’re too busy….part 2
featuring : daichi, sakusa, matsukawa, oikawa
includes : angst
notes : made this at 1 am bcs angst puts me to sleep (?) and im also gonna clear my drafts tomorrow let’s hope so reblogs are appreciated!!
daichi starts to miss his meals. he keeps being reminded of how you would come during his lunch hours with his forgotten lunch at home and how he always waves you off to do more work. he’s reminded of the number of times he’s stood you up for dinner and leaves before breakfast even comes around the next day. he’s reminded of how hurt you looked when he pushes you away, until you eventually do go away.
sakusa starts to drink. the thought of the arguments he’s had with you starts to fill his mind after you left and he can’t seem to stop thinking those— so he tries to forget. he tries to forget the unbearable pain he feels when he remembers the horrible things he’s said about you being needy, clingy and ruining his schedule. he tries to forget the hurt on your face the more he talked, tries to forget how done you were with him and tries to forget how you threw your engagement ring right at his face the night you left and never came back again.
matsukawastarts to drive around your neighbourhood. he’s not obsessive or anything— its just become a habit the time you’ve been together. he thinks if he drives down your doorstep, you’ll come running down and make up like you always do. that doesn’t happen though. he thinks you need time, but days turn into weeks until he realizes you’re not even looking for him anymore and that you were serious about breaking up. what hurts the most is when he finally sees your silhouette at the balcony, you’re already with someone new.
oikawa starts to miss your notifications. if he could take back one thing, it would be calling your presence a nuisance. he wished he could’ve seen that you checking up on him when he hasn’t come home was you caring for him. that when you called him up to ask what he was doing, it was you trying to spend more time with him and when you brought up how he was neglecting you, it was a way to tell him how you were feeling and trying to communicate with him. he hates when his phone rings, he’s hoping it’s you. hoping it’s one of your texts reminding him to have a good day, or telling him about what you did today. he hates that there’s not even one notification from you now and he hates how empty he feels without you.
Your transfer into Karasuno High School comes a week and a half late.
It comes to no surprise to you—your surname change and school transfer took a good three weeks to occur. Fast, apparently. You had, after all, been informed of the possibility that it would take longer to process through. And you knew that if that was the case, you would refuse to attend school at all… Only travelling back and forth after hours to collect any homework and textbooks required.
For some reason, the Vice Principal had permitted you to do so for the week you were absent.
(You think it’s because he’s a closeted fan of your aunt’s—the person who had been taking you to and from school during your week of absence. You’ve seen the lingering gazes and maybe the magazine stuffed haphazardly under a pile of paperwork and books on his table in his office. You hope he doesn’t attempt to garner any favours for you by allowing you to do this.)
So the first time you turn up to class—you don’t show your face at all. You don’t particularly consider yourself a goody-two-shoes, but you’re dressed elegantly for class, clothes ironed out and crisp against your skin. Your hair is neat, and you turn up 20 minutes early to class. Your seat, labelled, is in the third row of the classroom and by the window facing the courtyard. It’s clichéd, but it works for you because the view beyond the window isn’t spectacular, but it’s incredible all the same.
(It’s easier to imagine everyone as ants—insignificant, until they bite. The view from the window only helps to prove your point.)
Academically, your grades are only slightly above average—excelling in only two classes aside from Phys. Ed, as expected from a volleyball nerd.
One by one, your classmates trickle in, finding their seats and preparing for the day. You’re glad they don’t notice you. Or maybe they do, but they’re refusing to approach you, given that you’re wearing a Calvin Klein cap and a black Adidas mask—Not your choice of clothing, but you unfortunately had nothing else less illustrious. You had only been in Miyagi for less than three weeks after all.
(You had purposely selected something less pricey to wear—You clearly had other expensive clothing from more expensive brands, given the black Balenciaga sneakers you had worn on the way to school. Not that anyone needed to know, of course.)
You dreaded the lone self-introduction that came with new beginnings. Words didn’t come easy to you—it never had. And it was even more difficult now that you were forced to hide your identity. Nevertheless, when the bell toils to indicate the beginning of class and your name is called to the front, you immediately remove your cap and set it down on your table, rising to introduce yourself. The stares of your class are unnerving, and you take several moments to ground yourself before speaking up in your usual, quiet voice.
“Satō (Y/N). 15. From Osaka.”
And you promptly sit back down, not willing to interact with any of your classmates. You hope your somewhat cold attitude brings a sense of “please don’t talk to me” to your peers. Your time in high school would pass by much quicker if they did so. But it’s unfortunate that not everything goes your way. In fact, it’s safe to say that barely anything does, and you wonder how long you’re able to keep up the facade you’ve put up: You’re wearing contacts. Purple ones that make you stand out amongst your classmates. Your face mask. Your unwillingness to speak.
It’s really only a matter of time before they find out who you are.
So when lunch rolls around after a handful of classes, you’re not surprised to suddenly find yourself surrounded by your classmates. They’re loud, and your introverted self can’t handle them, slowly shrinking into yourself as they continue to bombard you with questions.
There are some you’re willing to answer, and there are some that you can’t.
“You’re from Osaka, right? Why don’t you have the accent?”
“Why the contacts, and why purple?”
You don’t mind the questions, but—Your breaking point is when one of the boys attempts to tear your mask off. And the change is instant. You immediately slap his hand away and rise abruptly, taking your packed bentō with you to somewhere much more quiet.
The rooftop.
Technically, you’re not supposed to be there—the door was locked, after all. But you’re more than experienced in picking locks: you used to do it all the time to enter your middle school’s gym early in the morning, until the supervising teacher was fed up with you and gave you your personal key.
(You still have that key—It’s a good luck charm of sorts now.)
The gentle Spring breeze of mid-April brushes through your hair, carrying the sounds and scents of your classmates and fellow school students as it brushes past. You take a seat on the edge of the building, legs swinging over the side despite the existing railing. You’re well aware that you’re bound for trouble, but the thought flies directly over your mind as you uncover your bentō and relish in the ‘silence’. The little plastic lunchbox carries your favourite dish, spread neatly over rice and you unhook your face mask.
You devour the meal at a leisurely pace, savouring the taste with a slight hum and watching a certain pair pass a volleyball to one another in a set-receive motion.
……Which reminded you that you were supposed to go to Shiratorizawa—the school your parents had a share in finances in…
…And a building, you sigh to yourself. One of the five gyms on campus, named after my family from their sponsorship.
And naturally, you refused, knowing that your fame would never dissipate if you ever went there. After all, Shiratorizawa was a prestigious school known for both it’s sports and academics. You had no interest in prestige—which is the sole reason why you had selected Karasuno over even Aoba Josei.
(Totally not because of some guy named Oikawa Tooru. Nope. You refused to even become acquainted with him. You’ve heard the rumours and you flat out refuse.)
Sighing, you take a sip of your water bottle and close the lid of your bentō. And—
—The rooftop door swings open with a bang.
“What are you doing here?!”
It’s the vice principal and you baulk, face paling slightly. But all you do is rise to your feet and bow. The vice principal stares back and pales slightly, not expecting you to immediately wordlessly request for forgiveness. And he panics.
(It’s admittedly amusing.)
“Alright, alright! I get it. I won’t punish you for sneaking up here.”—was he trying to gain favour from you?—“Instead, I will say that you must sign up for a club by the end of tomorrow. Submissions end this week for the beginning of year applications, but I can make a special exception for you.”
Club activities at Karasuno were compulsory for half a year, at least. But applications received at the beginning of the year tended to indicate some kind of semi-permanent position. Permanent, unless something serious occurred.
Like the events that led to your downfall in your final year.
The vice-principal gives you no other options. You sigh dejectedly, despite knowing your ability to seek trouble accidentally, and shut your bento. You follow the vice principal down the narrow stairwell and into his office, receiving the application paper and the booklet with the list of available clubs.
Instinctively, you seek for the volleyball clubs.
The vice president, well aware of your identity, grins slyly and taps the space between the two volleyball teams.
“The girls team is seeking for more members, and the boys team is looking for another manager to take over from their third-year when the year is over.”
You deadpan and shut him down immediately, leaving the room.
“I’ve given up on volleyball.”
He visibly deflates at the tone of your voice, wig almost slipping from his head.
(Silently, you wonder how it stays on his head in the first place.)
In the end, you wander outside during the free study line you’re given and into the crowd of clubs seeking their final applicants. Accidental, of course, but you’re caught up in the crowd anyway. And after several moments of being jostled and shoved around, you end up in front of the school gym—a place you had yet to explore. But you pause for several minutes, listening to the sounds arising from the gym in curiousity. And it barely takes you 30 seconds before you sigh once again.
(Fate was cruel to you, wasn’t it? Because the thumping sounds you could hear from outside the gym didn’t belong to the basketball club. They belonged to the volleyball club—the boys one, because you could hear the deeper voices call “alright!” from within.)
You do, however, linger at the entrance, mostly because you have no idea of the direction back to your classroom or the library—another place you have yet to explore—and partially out of curiosity. And as it goes, you get caught by a grey-haired upperclassman who approaches you with ease.
“Are you…. maybe looking for the girl’s volleyball club?” he questions you with an air of friendliness, unlike those you had experienced in your classroom, and a smile, “Sorry, but you’ve just missed their captain.”
You shake your head gently, nervous beneath the mask.
(Nervous, because you hadn’t expected him to appear from behind you. Nervous, because he was holding a pair of red and white volleyball shoes. Nervous, because he was obviously a member of the boys volleyball team.)
“I, um,”—was caught up by the crowd of people looking for members to their clubs, swallowed up by them, spat back out and—“got lost.”
“I see.” The pretty male chuckles politely, taking note of your dishevelled appearance and taking a polite assumption of your situation, “They do become quite ravenous when it comes to the last few days. I’m glad you got out of there safely.”
He’s kind, you notice, and you relax slightly. You also notice he’s about to say something else, when—
—“Suga! You’re finally here!”
The voice comes from the barred window just behind the silver-haired senpai and he jolts with a loud “Geh!”, face paling in shock. The corner of your lips curl upwards ever so slightly. It’s somewhat nostalgic, you suppose, that excitement that comes with playing the sport you love.
Mr. Kind steps to the side and turns to Mr. Head-in-Window.
“Daichi! Don’t scare me like that!”
But ‘Daichi’ no longer pays attention to ‘Suga’. Instead, his intense expression is directed to you—the you who’s slowly yet subtly withering beneath his intense gaze. Naturally, Daichi notices and relaxes, lowering himself from the window quickly. He disappears for several moments, before the door to your left swings open to reveal the said senpai.‘Daichi’ greets you, an expression now equally as kind as ‘Suga’ who was still recovering from his shock. You pat the grey-haired senpai on the back, silently amused. ‘Suga’ tenses from your touch, however, but says nothing and turns to watch your interaction with the captain.
“Can we help you?”
You tilt your head slightly, violet eyes glinting in the shadow of the alleyway. “Sorry. I got lost.”
Suga chuckles at your blunt statement and decides to elaborate in your place. “She got caught up in the crowd of people recruiting for clubs and found her way here.”
Like Suga, Daichi laughs. “I should’ve known,” he teases, “your hair is quite a mess—“
You panic. Scrambling to fix your hair using the glass screen of your phone. And it takes you several moments before you freeze and flush in embarrassment, realising you don’t even know their names properly and they’re already teasing you. And even then you can think of nothing more to do than to deadpan at his words, running your fingers through your hair to calm it down.
But Suga just stares at you. Your violet contact lenses and face mask intrigue him. It wasn’t everyday that someone adamantly went out of their way to break the school rules, and violet wasn’t a common colour for contact lenses anyway—the main reason why it intrigued him in the first place. But the grey-haired male seemed to understand that if he were to question your reasons for wearing them, that it would result in you promptly leaving.
And something told him you didn’t want to leave.
The two third-years had heard of the rumours, of course. Rumours that had spread rather rapidly within the two hours between the time you had left your classroom indignantly and now. They were rumours that spoke of a rich girl. Haughty and rude.
But watching you adorably and frantically fix your hair in the screen of your phone made them think otherwise.
(It was painfully obvious that the rumours were about you. After all, there was only one person in the school now who would constantly be wearing a face mask, had violet eyes, and wore a pair of black Balenciagas outside of the school building. And the rumours weren’t kind either. Suga hopes the rumours don’t bother you at all.)
Suga glances at Daichi, catching his eye. The taller of the two nods, and turns to talk to you once more. He smiles warmly.
“Would you like to come inside? We’re just having ordinary practice, and those guys,” he points over your shoulder at the cord behind you, “won’t be done for another two hours at least.”
There is no judgement in his voice. You know of the rumours and they downright terrify you. But you can’t help but maintain that hope that it wouldn’t move past just that. Rumours.
Your hesitation is obvious but you nod anyway, knowing that you were taking up their precious practice time.
(You knew there was another way to get into the school without passing through that crowd, but you can’t help but be curious anyway.)
Suga senses your hesitance and he, too, smiles at you brightly. “You won’t be imposing or anything if you sit on the sidelines and spectate, you know? The only thing you might have to watch out for is flying balls.”
Your hesitation ceases. You nod once again and follow them inside.
“So….” you begin nervously, “S-Suga-san and Daichi-san, was it? You’re both third-years.”
Daichi flushes bright red and Suga just laughs at his expense, completely unfazed by the fact you’ve just called him by an affectionate nickname of his. He slaps Daichi heartily on his back. You, however, begin to wonder if you’ve done something wrong, given the bright flush on his cheeks. And as you open your mouth to ask, Suga beats you to it.
“That’s right,” he grins brightly, “I’m Sugawara Koushi, a third-year setter for this volleyball team. You can call me Suga though. And this is Sawamura Daichi, our captain.”
Your face, or at least what was visible of it, flushes equally as red as the third-year captain almost immediately. Flustered, you promptly bow at 90-degrees, stuttering out apologies at the fastest possible pace you could manage.
“I’m so sorry Sawamura-senpai—“
The male in question holds out his hands and waves it around frantically.
“There’s no need to apologise—“ he begins, only to be cut off by another voice. The voice is gravelly, teasing and very much rough. In a yankee-street gang-yakuza style. You don’t particularly hate it though—it’s a change from the two kind ones that you had spoken with.
—“Oya?” The voice begins, the sound nearing with every millisecond, “What’s this? Daichi has made a kouhai apologise to him?”
You rise and promptly point your gaze at the newcomer. Yankee, indeed…. Or perhaps not, but his appearance certainly gave the impression of one. With a buzzcut and an aggressive-yet-teasing look on his face. And that saunter too. But the expression of curiosity and the saunter disappears a split second later however, when the male in question realises that you’re of the opposite gender to him. And he comes practically crying to Suga, pulling him away so you can’t hear him.
…. Except that you can, because he’s not exactly the quietest of people, so you can hear every word he’s saying.
“Agirl?” he whisper-yells to Suga, “I didn’t know you were bringing one today?!”
And of course, Suga whisper-yells back, slapping the yankee-esque male on the back of the head. “You idiot, Tanaka! Of course not! She got lost and I found her at the door!”
Daichi, also watching them intensely, sighs and apologises for their idiocy. You don’t mind it though–it’s amusing to watch. But Daichi glares at them once again and yells at them to return to practice.
(Your lips are curled up again in response to their terrified reactions. Though you do have to admit that the banter is a heavy reminder of the male volleyball team you were good friends with, back in middle school.)
“Tanaka…-san, was it? He’s very wild.”
Daichi hears you of course, and agrees, though he does mention back that the male in question is a good guy. You can’t help but agree with him too, because he was polite enough to apologise after. Because he was polite enough to pull Suga away before talking to him… Even if you can hear him.
You take a seat at the edge of the stage watching the boys play in a three-vs-three game. It’s an effective form of practice, you think, as the other second-year students greet you. They’re bench players, but they’re not too bothered by that.
Somehow, you notice, they’re almost relieved. Nevertheless, you greet them in return, introducing yourself politely.
(You realise that Tanaka and the two third-years don’t know your name yet, but you’ll just have to remember to introduce yourself later.)
You’re somewhat hyper-focused on the game in front of you, watching the ball and the player’s movements with interest. Of the six players on court, two are first years—both in your class. You don’t exactly remember their names, but what you do remember is that neither of them had approached you during the lunch break earlier. The only one you vaguely recognise is the one with glasses—because he’s incredibly tall, and because he was the first to arrive in class after you did. The green-haired male, however, is almost equally as tall as his friend. But his timid appearance and freckles leaves very little presence in a social situation.
(You learn, not long after, that their names are Tsukishima Kei and Yamaguchi Tadashi respectively, both middle blockers whilst in middle school.)
Mid-game, the gym doors open once more to reveal a pretty, third-year female, obviously the manager of the team. And once more does Tanaka swoon. You chuckle quietly at the disruption of the game, and she hears you, greeting you with a wave
“The vice principal was looking for you, I think,” she mentions after approaching you. And you sigh quietly.
“Did you get in trouble on the first day already?” Suga asks you quietly and you sigh again, feeling exhausted.
“Yes and no.”
(Yes, because you did get in trouble for sneaking out onto the rooftop without permission, but no, because you weren’t being punished. Well, not exactly anyway.)
“Come to think of it,” the blue-haired senpai wonders aloud, “didn’t he ask for you to join a club by the end of tomorrow?”
“Geh.”
You slump on the spot. Too immersed in the earlier game, you had completely forgotten about the not-punishment the vice principal had given you. A troublesome assignment, considering you didn’t exactly like talking. Particularly in front of those you weren’t comfortable with, or if you were forced to begin the conversation first. Your reaction doesn’t deter Tanaka though. His eyes sparkle and your mind instinctively thinks ‘oh no’ and before you can even react properly, he grabs your hands and pleads with you.
“Please be our second manager!”
You pull away almost immediately, dusting your hands against your skirt. “Sorry. I refuse.”
(You’re breaking Tanaka, of course, with your denial. But you’re fleeing from everything volleyball related so your response was only a given.)
And then Tsukishima speaks up, after watching and analysing you for minutes straight.
“Why not?” he teases, “You were watching the game quite intensely only moments ago.”
You realise he’s quite like you in this way. Observant and blunt. Though he’s obviously not quiet and awkward, unlike you. And he’s tall,the perfect height for volleyball… Or at least, that’s what your middle school’s boy’s volleyball coach used to say. Granted, you were at average height for your age—perhaps 159 centimetres tall—and your coach still complained. That still didn’t deter you from becoming the best all rounder in the country though. Not to mention that your team also came second in the middle school regional competition after an incredibly close loss to the Nagano Prefecture middle school.
(The fact that you had even gotten that far was a shock to you. Your team wasn’t exactly the most close knit of them, nor were they particularly skilled. You just like to think that every other school in the prefecture that year sucked because they didn’t take the sport seriously…. Or perhaps your expectations were too high? Who knows.)
Beside you, Suga hums, deep in thought. “Why not though? By this time of the school term, most good positions in the clubs are gone already.”
Your skin visibly pales at the sound of your senpai’s words. This was certainlynot going to your plans. It was also unfortunate that you didn’t have any other plans, and joining the girls volleyball team was not an option at all.
So with great hesitance and much to your displeasure, you’re forced to agree.
A/N: I told myself I would post this once I reached 10 chapters. Apparently, I have no self control. No Haikyuu Characters yet, but this is just a prologue…
TW: Mentions of the word sex/Angry sex, but nothing explicit. Also the MC is sad/lonely.
(Please do let me know if you want to be tagged in this series!)
It’s always the darkest nights that plague the thoughts of the unwilling. Fleeting impurities, flickering against unsuspecting souls and incinerating those who come too close. There are those who flee, out of fear; out of danger, but there are those who linger and remain, out of fear, out of curiosity and out of hope.
You are one of the few who remain. Not in the literal sense, but emotionally; it’s still the same. The decision’s admittedly painful, but as for regrets? You would have none.
You’re moving from Osaka to Miyagi—alone—at the age of 15.
Your parents don’t approve of your decision. Neither does your older sister, the family’s resident bijin, or your clingy younger brother.
Butbecause volleyball is your life, you don’t spiritually leave. Your soul is tied—tangled—in red around the patterned ball and the sport’s all that you know.
And for you, that second tangle of ball and string resides in Osaka.
(Don’t worry about the first—You moved from Hyogo to Osaka at the age of eight. Your initial tangle resides there.)
Granted, the only person you regret leaving behind is your younger brother. Little Yuki-e doesn’t deserve his parent’s mistreatment. You feel very little for your elder sister, whose bijin-ness often led to her picking on you to make her appear more likeable.
(Pathetic, really.)
It took months of pleading. Months of pleading and pledges and near-perfect behaviour to convince your parents to allow you to move to Miyagi with your Aunt Rin, who regrettably lived alone following the death of her husband two years prior. Of all members of your admittedly small family, she was the kindest.
(You vaguely remember the times of your childhood when you got along with your sister. A time before your four-year-old brother was born. A time when your parents smiled and frequently visited Miyagi for weekend getaways, and you smile wistfully at the last framed photograph on the small, decorated table by the door.)
You leave all your countless awards and trophies in your room, now padlocked four times over to prevent your money-hungry sister from laying her grubby hands on them in exchange for more cosmetics and make your way down the hallway of your childhood home, memorising the creamy colour of white on the walls, the countless paintings and wall decorations that screamed wealth; and the dusty, elaborate Bohemian crystal chandeliers that hung over you. Your fingertips trace over the small coloured markings on the kitchen door frame, blinking quietly at the lowest, dated ‘5 years old’ in your messy handwriting.
(110 CM.)
Your gaze slowly rises and lands on the highest mark on the doorframe—’10 years old’, it states, ’136.1 centimetres’. Your lips curl up quietly again.
(You remember arguing with your father that the one millimetre was still a part of your height, and not to make you shorter than you already were. You remember your father laughing at you with his eyes crinkling, and his warm hand ruffling your head; your then-15-year-old sister huffing in defiance.)
And you reach into your coat pocket, feeling for the four-coloured pen you had stuffed in there and measure yourself once more. Turning, you write two final lines just beneath the one you draw.
Your sister is once again out of the house, likely at the nail saloon or on a date with one of the numerous boys she’s picked up from who knows where. Your father’s in his study, and the scent of his expensive cigarettes wafts from the small gap of the open door as you pass by. You don’t recognise the brand, but you know it’s expensive all the same. And all you do is peer through the gap and stare, memorising his facial features with ease. Your father sits upon the kingly study chair, wine glass in one hand, and a nib-point in the other. His pile of paperwork sits on the mahogany desk before him, and you turn away.
(The reason why your family’s falling apart.)
Your mother is in the bathroom—you can hear the shower water running—and you sigh quietly. This was the third night in a row she was heading out. And she probably wouldn’t be back until at least 3AM. Like she did the previous three days. Like she did whenever she went out. You never bothered finding out where exactly she was headed on most nights, but you knew your sister knew.
Machiru. The pride of the family. Your mother’s confidant.
Not that it mattered to you anyway.
The room you do enter is Yuki-e’s. Your younger brother. The product of your parent’s angry sex. The child they never wanted. It wasn’t as if you were appreciated either, but Yuki-e was far too young to need that experience. That sense of uselessness. That sense of being unwanted.
Knocking quietly, you mutter out to Yuki’s nanny.
“May I come in?”
The responding voice is sweet and gentle. Not quite like your own.
“Young master Yuki-e is sleeping, Lady (Y/N). If it doesn’t bother you that he is, you can come in.”
You open the door as quietly as you can. The nanny, Lana or Rana, is a half-Japanese, half-American woman of roughly eight years Machiru’s senior. And she smiles at you.
“You’re leaving tonight aren’t you, Lady (Y/N)?”
It’s a terrifyingly quiet statement and all you can do is nod mutely. Your eyes don’t leave Yuki’s bed however, and she places a gentle hand against your back to usher you closer. Your head turns and you meet her eyes in a silent thanks, reaching into your backpack for the Bulbasaur plush you know he’s always loved. It’s a gift for him. And the letter too, which you pass over to Lana with a murmur of, “No need to address me with the term ‘Lady’. I am, after all, as far as possible from being one.”
Lana says nothing as you lean over Yuki-e and press a soft kiss to his smooth cheek. And as predicted, the boy doesn’t awaken. Sitting up, you smooth the hair from his forehead.
“He’ll be sad when he discovers you’re gone, (Y/N)-san.”
You don’t say anything about the suffix added to your name. You know. You know better than anyone in the household that Yuki-e would be upset. You just hope that the sadness doesn’t become anger. But you can’t say that aloud. Instead, you say—
—“Look after him. I’m sorry I can’t take him with me.”
You don’t look back as you leave the room, volleyball spinning in your hands.
(What you don’t hear are her last whispered words, “I hope your time there is better than your time here.”)
The chauffeur at the gate greets you and you nod back, loading the few bags and the suitcase in the rear of the black Bentley.
Seiji is a man in his 60’s, a chauffeur, a grandfather and a soon-to-be retiree. This is the final time he’ll be serving the (L/N) household. Like you, he’s headed back to Miyagi to live out his retirement with his son, who’s name you’re not acquainted with. The Bentley is to be a gift for your aunt. Seiji’s gift is something far grander—His own property on the edge of the countryside town, close to one of his high school friends.
It still amazes you that he’s managed to keep in contact for that long.
Your father’s a good person at heart and he cares for his employees. And Seiji’s a good man; kind and gentle and loving. Like Lana. So it’s only natural that he’s rewarded. But it leaves you slightly bitter, wishing that your father was just as kind to you and your younger brother as much as he cared for his employees and your elder sister.
(Silently, you wonder where your mother sits in this broken hierarchy. Regrettably, she seems much like a trophy wife now.)
You take the passenger seat at the front.
It’s a long drive to Miyagi from Osaka. More specifically, just beyond 10 hours of continuous driving. The trip with Seiji is silent, aside from the quiet, no-nonsense music in the background and the frequent beep-boopingof the game you’re playing. But it has always been like this between you and Seiji, and the ‘silence’ never bothered you. And for that you were thankful, because the noise from your family was enough.
(Arguments between your elder sister and your father. Between your mother and your father. Your father really was the centre of all things, wasn’t he?)
Seiji was—is—your personal driver. One you would no longer need once you arrived in Miyagi. But he understood that you were not simply tossing him aside. You needed a change of pace. A change of location where ‘no one’ would recognise you. But Seiji would forever be your grandfather figure. Because of all the thousands of people in the world, Seiji was the one person you trusted. Countless times he had driven you to places with no destination in silence while you cried. You trusted him with all your quiet places; you trusted him with your darkest secrets, and you trusted him with your silence.
You fall asleep as the car drives past the dusking sky, forehead leaning against the window.
The Bentley pulls into Tokyo six hours later and Seiji wakes you, informing you that you would be spending the night in a hotel while he slept in the car.
(It was something he insisted on. And there was no arguing against Seiji when he was like that.)
The black, fabric face mask you wear is your new signature style.
You refuse to allow your identity to be revealed, and you check into the hotel this way. The receptionist hardly spares you a glance as she directs you to your hotel room and passes you your key. Not that it mattered much to you—you would be out of there by 9AM anyway.
(It’s a mid-range hotel. There was never a need for anything higher quality when you were only to stay for the night. Was high quality even a factor for anything? You were grateful enough if there was running clean water, a clean bed, and a roof over your head. You didn’t need the grand splendour of the riches and wealth your family had.)
And at 9AM did you check out with nothing more than the shoulder bag you brought with you the previous night.
It takes another five hours to arrive in Miyagi (or rather, to reach the sign that calls you home—“Welcome to Miyagi!”), and another 10 minutes to reach your aunt’s home, close to the epicentre and shopping district of the country precinct. But the minute your aunt’s house comes into view is when you’re finally feeling the nervous fear that comes with moving alone to another place—even if that place is just a measly 10-and-a-half hours away from where you had come from.
(You try to ignore the fact that you had practically moved halfway across the country; to a place you hadn’t been to for over five years, but details.)
Your aunt greets you at the driveway, excited at the prospect of someone living with her.
“Welcome home, (Y/N)-chan!”, is her over-the-top greeting, warm smiles and a bouquet of flowers in her hand. You smile wobbly. Nervously.
‘Welcome home’, she says, as if you’d been living with her your entire life. She hands you the bouquet of flowers, and your wobbly smile becomes less wobbly.
Aunt Rin ushers both you and Seiji inside, suggesting that the older man take a break while she directs you to your room. Your aunt owns a modest two-storey home, with a balcony hanging off the side of the two upper bedrooms—one of which now belongs to you. It’s cleaned up nicely, obviously a job of a few days’ worth and you feel the appreciation slowly creeping in.
Between you and Aunt Rin, your five bags are brought upstairs with ease and she leaves you to unpack and rearrange, calling—asking—Seiji if he wished for a cup of tea.
(He agrees, of course. Anyone can get Seiji with a cup of tea. The man himself once called himself a ‘tea connoisseur’, much to your amusement.)
Aunt Rin knows of the reason for your move to Miyagi. She understands the pain of being in the spotlight. Like you, she shows no appreciation for the media and the hype up of an individual. And she knows better than anyone of the pain of being in the spotlight.
After all, she’s a retired model for several famous companies.
You’ve seen her work—Aunt Rin has always had this kind of ethereal beauty, one that doesn’t particularly stand out but somehow manages to steal the spotlight anyhow. And she had once described your fashion of beauty in the same way.
Once, when you saw her two years ago following your uncle’s death.
(To quote her indirectly, she had mentioned to one of her model friends that your beauty was very similar to her own, quiet and calm, whilst Machiru had the beauty of your mother—loud and exuberant. You’re not offended—you’d rather be like Aunt Rin than your mother anyway.)
And so when she returns to your new room moments later and hands you a new sim card for your phone, you accept immediately. And she gathers you into a hug and you melt into her arms.
“Thank you,” you mutter quietly, tearing up at the warmth.
“You’re welcome,” she responds before pulling away several moments later, and holds you by your shoulders, “I’m gonna look after you from here on out, so look after me too, okay?”
Sniffing, you nod and wipe the tears from your eyes. And she smiles gently.
You’re far too young to have all this pressure placed on you.
Despite barely knowing you, Aunt Rin knows you better than your closest family members do. Perhaps it’s because she sees herself in you. Perhaps it’s because she knows that the older members of your closest family don’t treat you the way you deserve. And yet she knows you’re wildly different from her. You’re emotionally stronger than her, after all. And she admires that part of you—even if you don’t notice it.
“I’m going to take Seiji to his new home now, okay? Feel free to set up your room and wander around the town when you’re done. Don’t worry about getting lost—I know my way around this area, so don’t hesitate to call me if you get lost, alright?”
You nod, and she leaves once again, passing you a key to the house when she does so.
Aunt Rin’s house is eerily silent without her prescence.
You honestly don’t have many items aside from the handful of clothes you had brought to Miyagi. After all, a new start was a new start, right? Because aside from your volleyball and the colour of your bedsheets—a patterned cat quilt cover, red in colour—your room was rather bare.
Nevertheless, you exit your room to wander the house several times over, memorising the layout in a couple of rounds.
And then you stare at the house door. Nervously.
Leaving the house meant communicating with others, and you quietly sigh, slipping your sneakers on and your mask to your face. Returning to your room, you spy the house key upon your table and sigh.
You’d have to buy a keychain if you wanted to ensure that it’d always be with you.
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Daichi’s apartment is small but cozy, decorated with photos of all his friends from high school and the police academy on the wall. Two are even signed by professional volleyball players, something he showed you the first time you visited. That had been a few weeks ago, a month or so after you started dating. Then, you had settled across from the table in his living room, sharing a beer after a meal. You’d kissed goodbye at the door, innocent and chaste because you still didn’t know where Daichi stood on progressing things physically in your relationship.
You definitely understand now, straddling his lap on his plush couch, the news droning on about something you don’t care about in the background. You only care about how good his tongue feels moving against yours, his calloused fingers warm as they run down your bare back. Daichi makes a small sound when you run your fingers through his hair, and you answer with a mewl in return when you grind down on his lap.
His half-hard cock presses against his jeans, firm against your covered core every time you rock against him. Daichi only gives you a second to breathe before he’s back on you, lips moving against yours so quickly it makes you dizzy. You vaguely hear a dog barking outside in the hallway and children’s squeals, but you’re pulled back into Daichi’s trance when he starts kissing down your chin to your neck, his lips wet as he moves.
“This okay?” He questions into your skin, the rich baritone making you shiver and paw at his shoulders.
“More than,” you breathlessly reply, tilting your head for him to keep moving down when—
A loud bang on Daichi’s front door makes you both jump in surprise. A girl starts wailing in the hallway, and it takes you a second to register that the reason it sounds so loud is because she’s right on the other side of the door. You both pause, unsure of what to do, but then Daichi heaves a sigh and pats your hips.
“It’s probably the neighbor’s daughter.”
You know that as a police officer, Daichi has a duty to check on the injured and in need, so you slide off of his lap. But that doesn’t mean you’re not a bit grumbly as you follow him to the door, peeking outside to take a look yourself. A little girl around the age of seven sits holding her scraped knee, a fluffy white dog jumping at her side and trying to lick away her tears. As soon as she sees Daichi, she cries even harder, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hands.
“Officer Sawamura! My dog tripped me, and… and!”
“It’s alright.” He soothes her easily, placing a warm hand on her head to calm her down. “I’ll help you with your knee, so there’s no reason to cry, okay?”
As soon as Daichi turns around and flashes you that handsome smile, requesting that you bring the first aid kit from his bathroom, you know you can’t be too annoyed. His kindness was one of the things you liked about him in the first place, and there’s always next time.
One of the first things you learned after becoming Daichi’s girlfriend was how important he holds those close to him. You see it when he calls his friends weekly to check up on them; there’s always a message or two from one of his younger siblings asking for advice or just wanting to chat. It’s endearing how flustered he gets when you jokingly call himDaichi-nii, his cheeks tinting the slightest pink as he mutters to knock it off.
You only wish the phone wouldn’t ring when he’s got you flat on your bed, panties pushed aside so two of his fingers can bury themselves in your cunt.
You had been right there. As soon as he walked you back to his apartment after dinner, your flirty kisses at the door had led to you being pinned against your door, his hands groping at everything they could. You couldn’t open it fast enough, fumbling with your keypad and mistyping the passcode a few times. You’d stumbled to your bedroom, his jacket pushed off his shoulders and dropped to the floor somewhere in the living room.
He had pushed you down in no time, mouthing at the column of your throat as his hand pushed underneath your skirt. Your hips grinded into his touch, and you quietly moaned when he started teasing your slit through your underwear. When Daichi pushed your underwear aside and finally touched you, you whined, tugging at the top of his shirt to pull it off.
You had thought about what he would feel like on you, but the real thing was even better. His weight pressing you down on the bed, his chest warm under your touch, your nails digging into his shoulders when he parted you and grazed your clit. His fingers kept wandering, dipping into your core to gather some wetness before brushing against your clit again.
“A little… a little lower,” you told him breathlessly, and soon as he pressed against your nub perfectly, you whimpered and pulled him down for a messy kiss.
It didn’t take long for you to be wet enough for his fingers, your skirt pushed up by your waist, your hips moving of their own accord. You could feel him pressed up against your thigh, grinding for a bit for friction as two fingers thrusted in and out of you. Between him kissing you repeatedly and the way he worked your pussy, you were a panting mess, teetering on the edge of your orgasm.
And then, the fucking phone.
You both freeze, his fingers stilling inside of you as his phone chimes from somewhere in the living room. It must still be in the jacket he pushed off, and based on the ringtone, you know it to be his youngest sister. It’s a catchy song from some idol band she likes; she set it herself about two weeks ago when he went back to his parents’ house for dinner. It’s like he’s stuck in a trance, letting it ring and ring until it finally goes quiet and you both exhale.
He only gets to move his fingers two more times when the phone rings again.
“Sorry,” he grunts, tearing himself away from you reluctantly. “Just give me a second.”
Your cunt throbs as your orgasm starts to fade, and he grabs a tissue from your desk to clean his hand before wandering outside. It’s hard to calm yourself when your body is practically still vibrating, waiting for him to wander back in the room to finish what he started. You can hear him talking in the other room, a hushed but annoyed tone in his voice. One minute goes by. Two minutes. Three minutes.
Eventually, you accept that he isn’t coming back, and after fixing your skirt and the straps of your dress, you wander out. Daichi is pacing the room, his face pinched up and eyes vacant as someone sobs on the other end. When he sees you, he sighs, a wordless apology forming on his lips.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll come get you. Just stay in the park.”
When he hangs up, he stays quiet for a moment before exhaling loudly. “I’m sorry. I have to get going.”
“Is everything okay?”
“My sister’s stupid boyfriend—” He takes a breath to keep his anger in check before he pockets his phone again. “The idiot got mad at her for something and left her at the restaurant. She doesn’t have a way home. I told her to break up with him already but she doesn’t listen.”
“She’s young, give her a break,” you joke, pushing off the doorframe to stalk over. You had made similar stupid decisions in university, so Daichi’s sister gets to have her fair share too. You fix his hair a little for him, pressing a light kiss to his lips with an encouraging smile. “Go. Let me know how it goes. Don’t arrest him or anything.”
“Can’t promise that,” Daichi quips in return, giving you a longer, heavier, and certainly more apologetic kiss. “Next time, I promise.”
Third time’s the charm. That’s what you tell yourself as you fix your makeup and dress in the bathroom mirror, a happy flush in your cheeks from the wine you had earlier. It’s been nearly three months of dating now, but you’ve never been able to go the entire way. From the neighbors, to the phone call, to another time when you were both just way too tired to even think about sex, it’s been one frustration after another.
But tonight is going to be different. The restaurant Daichi takes you to is fancy, and he looks absolutely ravishing in his suit, his hair slicked back, the watch you bought for him twinkling in the low lighting. You look damn good in your dress too, and you’ve seen Daichi’s gaze flit over your curves more than once.
When you walk back out, Daichi has already paid, and he shuttles you into a taxi to take you back home. Hands start wandering; his light compliments of ‘you look so good in that dress’ have a bit more heat than usual.
You giggle at the implication, cheeks hot when you murmur, “You should see me out of it.”
“If you’ll let me,” Daichi offers back. Such a gentleman. Doesn’t he know how much you’ve wanted him over the last few weeks? How wet you already are just from thinking about his hands all over you tonight?
The walk into your apartment is normal. He holds your hand, thumb running over your wrist lightly as you lead him up. He even lets you settle your things first—stepping out of your shoes, hanging up your bag and cardigan, slipping out of your pantyhose with a teasing grin. As soon as you turn to him and smile, he pads forward, wrapping an arm around your waist to guide you into the bedroom.
His lips press against yours as soon as he closes the door, arms around your waist keeping you flush against him. You’re hot from both the alcohol and the way his mouth moves against yours, tongue dragging along your lower lip until you part for him. The swipes of his tongue around yours make you whimper, and the back of your legs hit the bed without you realizing you’d been walking at all.
Even as you fall to the mattress, Daichi follows. He leans over you, kissing you until you’re breathless and clinging to his dress shirt through the space in his suit jacket. Your tongues twirl together just as quickly as your fingers undo the button of his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders and letting it fall into a heap on the floor.
He moves down to your throat, nipping at your shoulders and your collarbone as you fumble with his button up, trying to undo the buttons without looking. Daichi laughs when you fail at one near the middle, taking over for you so you can undo the zipper of your dress and shimmy out of the top.
“Wow,” he breathes, a half-grin on his face when he sees the lingerie you’re specifically wearing for him.
Like you said: perfect.
“Do you like it?”
“Almost don’t want to take you out of it,” he admits with a flush on his cheeks that makes your heart skip a beat.
“Don’t you dare think about it,” you grumble jokingly in return, nodding to his undershirt. “Both of them.”
Daichi chortles. “Yes, ma’am.”
His shirt and undershirt are thrown off in a flash, allowing you time to ogle at his toned upper body as he fishes for his wallet in his back pocket. Your eyes drift down his chest, core fluttering when you see the bulge in his slacks. You’ve been waiting so long to even see his cock that you’re about to burst, impatience shooting through you faster than a bullet.
Only when you look up, you don’t see Daichi’s aroused expression: you see his apologetic and pinched expression.
He holds the condom in his hand, glancing down at the wrapper one more time before asking, “Is there a convenient store nearby?”
“The closest is a ten minute walk.”
“Damn it.”
You sit up, the top of your dress falling with you. “What’s the matter?”
“The condom is expired.”
This cannot be happening. The one thing you didn’t even think about. “Are you sure?”
Daichi passes you the packet so you can see for yourself and—yep. Expired two months ago.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t think to check because they last so long, and…” He scratches the back of his neck with a half-wince, half-smile. “I’ve had it since university. It’s been a while since I’ve dated anyone.”
“It’s… okay.”
“Unless you have one?”
No, because you didn’t expect this.
No, because you figured he would have a few.
No, because you’re a big idiot who should have thought about it beforehand.
Tomorrow you’re going to walk down to that fucking 7/11 and buy every single box of condoms they have.
You slowly shake your head before hurriedly adding, “But we can still do other things, right?”
Daichi nods, saying that he’s sorry again before continuing to strip. You don’t bother with a response, wiggling out of your dress and your lingerie while he steps out of his slacks and boxers. Oh God. All your fantasies never prepared you for actually seeing his half-hard cock twitching near his leg. It’s long and decently girthy, and your pussy clamps down at the thought of it inside you for the first time.
This is so unfair.
You scoot back on the bed, giving him room to climb in next to you. You think he’ll take a spot over you but he doesn’t—Daichi sits down next to you instead, patting the spot between his open legs. You don’t quite understand until you’re in between them, a firm hand maneuvering you to lean forward on your knees with one hand on his shoulder.
His hand moves down your bare stomach, and when he cups your cunt, you finally get it.
The position makes it easy for you to lick your hand and wrap it around his cock. It makes it even easier to lean forward and kiss him, just as his fingers part your folds and swipe along them. You moan into his mouth when he circles around your clit, and you return the favor by dragging your thumb over the head of his length to spread his pre-cum. His groan is beautiful. A rich sound that drills into your brain and makes its home in your memory. You squeeze him just as he presses against your clit, rubbing small circles until you’re flushed with heat.
“Daichi,” you whine against his mouth as you fight to catch your breath, hand dragging up and down his length. It twitches in your hand at the call of his name, and Daichi has to lean back on his other hand to keep from falling back.
“Shit,” he whispers before leaning in to kiss you again, his fingers pushing against your entrance. He starts with one, easing it into your cunt and thrusting a few times to get you used to him. When you’re wet enough, he pushes another inside, thrusting and scissoring until your thighs are trembling at the feeling.
It’s so hard to concentrate when he kisses you so deeply and fucks you with his fingers, pleasure spiking through your nerves. You keep tugging on his cock, squeezing and running your fingers over the head, your pace matching his. He swallows every sound you give him, chest heaving against yours when you lean down to press your bare chests together. It’s an awkward angle but you don’t care, because his heat gives you goosebumps, and his fingers find a spot that has you gasping.
When his fingers pull from you, you nearly groan in disappointment, but it’s short-lived. Daichi finds your clit again, rubbing quick circles that are too fast to keep up with. Heat floods your stomach, your body trembling against his until your pleasure snaps. All you can do is fall into him, shaking and gasping as you ride out your orgasm, hips grinding down into his hand that continues to work you. Daichi only stops when you squeal and try to jerk away from him, too sensitive for him to keep touching you. There’s a satisfied grin on his face when you finally collect yourself enough to pull back and look at him.
“You good?”
“Very,” you agree with a giggle of your own. His cock still sits heavy between you, pressed against your stomach and twitching when you graze it with your body. “Oh, um, do you want me to…?”
“Actually, could you lay down?”
Lay down? You expected him to ask for a hand or your mouth, both of which you have no problem offering. You oblige, laying down with your head on your pillows, your legs spread wide for him. Daichi crawls between them, and for a moment you think he’s about to try and put it in, but then he wraps a hand around his stiff cock and grunts.
Oh.
He looks so sexy stroking himself, hand jerking quickly and expertly. You wrap your legs around his sides, hands running up and down his arms as he fucks his fist. His rich brown eyes are open and on your wet cunt, and you can feel his arm flex underneath your touch as he works. It doesn’t take long until he’s gasping, eyes squeezing shut, a delicious flush on his cheeks and beads of sweat on his temples.
“Can—ugh, can I—?”
“Yes, God yes.”
You’ve barely agreed before he’s spilling all over his hand and your cunt, some of his cum spurting up to your stomach. His mouth is open in a groan, chest heaving as he keeps tugging until his cock falls limp and your lower half is covered in his thick white seed. As disappointed as you were earlier that you couldn’t go all the way, there’s nothing better than the look he gives you when he cracks open an eye and grins.
“Sorry, I know you—”
You cut him off with a shake of your head. “It’s fine. I liked it.”
“You did?”
“Yeah, you are very sexy.”
Your blunt compliment makes him look away in embarrassment, muttering about needing to clean up in your shower. You giggle, unwinding your legs around his waist so he can grab some tissues to wipe down your stomach.
“Next time.” His promise is sealed with a light kiss to your forehead when you’re all cleaned up. “Promise.”
“When is next time!”
Your tipsy shout catches the attention of the couple in the booth over, but you ignore them to slump forward with your forehead against the table. Your best friend snorts at your overreaction, shaking her head as you look up with an annoyed frown.
“Just book a love motel or something.”
“With my luck, the pipe in the bathroom will break.”
Your phone vibrates on the table next to you, and you glance down to see Daichi sent you a message that he finished his shift. You sigh, slumping forward again. The man of the hour. You had spent the first hour talking about work woes and plans for the coming week, but as soon as your friend asked how Daichi was doing, you broke down and told her everything.
“Is that him?”
Your‘yeah’ is muffled into the table.
“Girl, get it together,” your friend scolds, patting your head a few too many times to be just encouraging. “Make ‘next time’ thistime.”
“But it’s our time together.”
“You’re lucky I love you,” she jokes. “We can meet next week.”
You take a deep breath and sit up again, nodding a few times before grabbing your phone to text Daichi back. He only works a few minutes from where you are, so he agrees to come pick you up. After confirming with your friend that it’s really okay, you wait for him outside, rocking on your feet as you think about what to say. The other times had been a bit more spontaneous but this time you’re going to ask for it. Everything you come up with sounds so awkward, and you haven’t decided by the time Daichi’s car pulls up next to you.
“Hey there, handsome,” you greet as you slip into the passenger’s seat. He’s still in his work clothes, his uniform pressed tight against his body. “What brings you here?”
“A pretty girl needs a ride,” he greets back, leaning over to give you a quick kiss. “Ready to go home?”
The perfect lead-in. Okay, you can do this. It won’t be that awkward—
“Actually, um, there’s a place I want to go first. Uh… there.”
You point to a love motel ahead of you before inwardly cringing. Smooth.
“You want to—”
“Yeah.”
It’s quiet for a moment before Daichi puts the car in drive and begins to drive somewhere. He passes the motel you pointed to, and your heart drops slightly in your chest. Were you wrong? Was that too awkward? You look ahead of you, playing with your seatbelt nervously until he clears his throat.
“There’s one closer to your house.”
“Oh?”
In your peripheral vision, you see him scratch at the back of his neck. “I was going to ask you to go this weekend since… you know.”
“We keep getting interrupted?”
Your question makes you both laugh, and the awkward tension in the car finally dissipates as he treks back to your neighborhood. There’s a teasing smile on his face now, and you aren’t sure you’ve seen him look so handsome (though when he came on you a week or so ago may take the cake).
“Do you think our neighbors will be loud?” he asks as he pulls onto a familiar street. Motel Shangri-La sits ahead of you, the sign coming closer and closer as he navigates there.
“Watch them be out of condoms.”
“Or maybe the bed will break?”
You laugh as he pulls into the parking lot, and you’re still laughing when you open the door to the room you booked for the hour. Everything about the situation just seems so ridiculous—you both have perfectly good apartments for God’s sake—but Daichi is smiling too as he pulls you into his embrace from behind. His lips on your neck make you shiver, and his hands on your hips guide you over to the large bed in the middle of the room.
“Did you turn your phone off?” you teasingly ask.
“Put it on silent in the elevator.”
“Condoms?”
“Bought them yesterday.”
“And the bed?”
“Why don’t you test it?”
You squeal when Daichi lightly pushes you down, and it bounces a few times but seems sturdy enough. You turn around and give him a coy look, batting your eyes in the most sensual way you can in a weirdly turned position.
“Seems fine to me. Come join?”
“Do you want to shower first?” he asks. Your frustration must show in your expression because Daichi snorts, helping you turn to your back. “Alright, alright, bad question.”
Once he leans down to kiss you, he doesn’t lean back up. His lips only leave yours to tug off his uniform and your clothes, but then he’s back on you again, kissing all over your body until you’re squirming under his touch. Daichi doesn’t even let you move back up on the bed; instead he kneels down on the ground, tugging your pants and underwear off, then throwing them behind him without even looking.
It’s not the first time you’ve been naked in front of him, but with the way he’s staring at you, he makes it feel like it is. Your cheeks flame when he pries your legs apart and settles in between your thighs like he should have been there in the first place. The first swipe of his fingers makes you inhale sharply, and when he puts his tongue on you, it makes you gasp.
He’s a little tentative at first, but as soon as you curl your fingers into his hair and breathily tell him a little higher, a little—oh fuck, ah—, he moves faster. His tongue circles around your clit before he starts sucking on it, the tip flicking over your bud. Your calves clench, hips jerking to get closer to his mouth when he presses a little harder. When his fingers push inside your folds, your head falls back against the sheets with a loud moan mixed with an expletive. You can’t help it—between the pace of his fingers fucking you, his mouth making a mess of your clit, and the firm hand he has on your thigh to keep you parted, your body is in overdrive.
Daichi curls his fingers just right and you whine, tugging at his locks to bring him closer. The sound he makes is muffled into your cunt, and his fingers and mouth work even faster. It’s all too much. The slow build of your orgasm rises like a wave, and you can barely warn him before you’re crying out, body shuddering as you cum. Daichi has to keep your hips pressed down to the bed because of how much you buck into his face, your sounds quieting into heavy pants.
Your body rings with pleasure, cunt still clenching and pulsing when Daichi stands up. But your heart flutters even more wildly when he’s finally naked and bringing over a very non-expired condom from the desk across the room. You sit up and scoot further onto the bed as he opens the foil and rolls it on before he tilts his head at you.
“How do you want it?”
“Can I ride you?”
He tries not to look too pleased as he nods and settles on the bed, fixing himself so he lays with his head against the pillows. You easily crawl into his lap, straddling his thighs and bracing yourself on his shoulders. His cock brushes against your folds a few times when you grab it and line it up with your cunt. Then you slowly sink down on him, finallygetting what you want after so many mishaps to make it happen.
It feels so good to have him sheathed inside you, stretching your walls as you lift up and sink back down. Daichi helps you with a hand on your hip, the other underneath his head as he watches you bounce on his cock. His gaze is transfixed on your tits, bouncing with each slap of your hips, so you lean forward enough so he can take them into his mouth. His tongue wraps around a nipple, sucking and lightly nipping until your walls clench down around his cock. You keep moving, circling your hips against his as he mouths at your skin, switching sides to do the same to your other nipple.
Your thighs burn as you ride him but the feeling is too good to stop. You tear yourself away from his mouth to get a better angle, setting your hands on his chest to have better leverage. Daichi pants each time you slam down on him, nails digging into his skin when he helps you move even faster with a firm hand on your hip. You gyrate and circle as best you can, whimpering when his other hand tugs at your nipples.
You’re about to beg for him to touch you again when he suddenly sits up, knocking you back with a squeal. His cock only falls from you for a second before he pushes back inside, swinging your legs over his shoulders and keeping them there with a strong hold. His pace is slightly rough, cheeks flushed and sweaty as he leans forward enough to watch his cock disappear into your wet cunt. You cry out, scratching at his thick thighs from how good it feels. He hits so deep like this, brushing a part of you that has your toes curling near the back of his head.
“Touch yourself.”
It’s not a command but a breathy plea, like he wants to watch you do it, like he wants to see you lose yourself on his cock. You lick your fingers and oblige, rubbing quick circles on your clit that match the fast slaps of his hips into yours. His hand on your hips keeps you pinned down to the bed, his cock dragging against your walls deliciously as he fucks you. Heat blossoms in your stomach one more time, spreading with each rub of your nub and each brush of Daichi’s dick deep inside you.
His gaze travels from your cunt to your face multiple times, a grin on his lips whenever you happen to meet his eye. You bite your lip, lifting your hips slightly and squeezing your walls around his cock. It makes him grunt, fingers digging into your sides as his pace becomes choppy. Daichi’s voice is hoarse and breathy when he exhales his warning.
“Fuck, I’m cumming.”
You’re immediately trained on his expression: the scrunch of his eyebrows, his sweat on his forehead, the way his lips open slightly wider when he slams into you for the last time. He’s so handsome gasping for breath, body shaking once, goosebumps rising to his skin. You can feel his cock twitching inside you as he fully empties himself into the condom, your hips squirming to get more of the feeling. When he cracks open his eyes to look at you, a soft smile on his face, you think you might be falling in love with him right then and there.
“Did you…?”
“Not yet.”
“Go ahead.”
Daichi leans down to kiss you, squeezing at your tits and rolling your nipples as you continue to touch yourself. It’s a bit awkward now that his weight is on you, but that doesn’t stop you. You keep him close, fingers buried in his hair as you bring yourself to a second orgasm. It’s his turn to watch you—you can feel his heated gaze on the side of your face when you cum again, squeezing and pulsing around his softened cock. He helps you along with wet kisses to your jaw, tugs to your nipples, and shallow thrusts that let him feel all of you.
Eventually your needy sounds grow to soft breaths that match Daichi’s slow exhales. Your nails scratch lightly at his scalp when he lays his head down on your sweaty chest. There’s a moment when you just lay together, the room so quiet you think you can hear the beating of his heart (or maybe it’s your own.)
“The bed didn’t break,” he murmurs into your chest, pressing one last kiss there before sitting up. You almost frown when he pulls his cock from you but you manage to contain it at the last moment. “That’s a plus.”
“We’ll have to try your bed next time,” you quip, wiggling your body at him.
Daichi laughs, tying off the condom and throwing it away before offering you a hand. “Come on, let’s shower.”
“Are you going to wash my back?”
“Not if you don’t hurry up.”
You take his hand, letting him pull you to a stand. You wrap your arms around his waist, smiling up at him with a wicked grin. “You’re so nice to me, Daichi-nii.”
“Alright, let go,” he grumbles in annoyance, easily peeling your arms from around him. “You’re washing your own back.”
“No, wait, hey! I was just kidding! Daichi, wait for me!”
daichi with a sensitive neck, and a reader w a love for hickies + g/n reader!
nsfw !!
not proofreaded yet :,) might be typos
sometimes daichi likes acting indifferent when it comes to your advances, usually when he’s doing work and you’re being needy.
you love the way your boyfriend reacts when you press open mouthed kisses onto his neck, a sadistic smile always finding its way onto your face.
annoyed from lack of attention, sitting on your boyfriends lap originally just to be closer, you’re now on your usual routine of “getting daichi away from work”. hickies strewn from his jawline down his neck, how pretty he looked. you could feel his erection pressing into you, he was trying to keep his breaths low but they were coming out raggedy and desperate.
you make sure to leave the violet marks on the front of his neck, one next to his adam’s apple. your favorite part is always after and seeing him try to figure out how to cover them the next day, always laughing when he throws on a hoodie and tries to tie the drawstrings to cover them. you knew he was getting desperate when he started mumbling out your name like a mantra, his needy voice sending arousal straight through you.
“fuck- just give me a few more minutes.” he breathed out. your answer was obvious when you blatantly ignored him, instead licking and pressing kisses into the reddening love bites, feeling his dick twitch every time. his work long and abandoned while his hands finally settle onto your hips, moving your hips to slowly grind.
“i wonder what people would think if they seen daichi sawamura moaning under little ol’ me.” you taunt at him, he just sends a light smack to your ass. definitely his reminder of who’s usually doing all of the mean talking, he’s definitely going to treat you like a bitch after this.
you know that although you’re the one that has daichi panting and squirming under you right now, he’s going to put you back into your place. you crying under him while he ignores your cries of sensitivity, but the hickies that will cover his neck and chest while he presses your knees into your chest make him look all the better.
a/n: just a short one since i haven’t posted in what’s felt like a while, i’m t i r e d so maybe i’ll do some drabbles more often!
notes ; it’s been a while loves, this can be my comeback piece(*‘▽’*)
DAICHI was awoken by your soft sniffles, hands frayed on the fabric of his clothes; your eyes flashing fearfully. he assumed it was a nightmare from your baited breaths and sweat dappled forehead. “honey honey, breathe okay ? i’ve got you.” he soothed, unaware of why exactly happened—prepared to comfort you. “i-i-i almost lost you.. don’t you dare leave me.. please.” you spluttered out, aggressively fisting his white shirt. yet your ‘please’ at the end told him more than enough. “you must’ve been scared, but listen to me.” cupping your face to land a feather-light kiss atop your nose. “i will never get lost. especially since you are my home alright? i’ve already been found love.” love-struck idiots so early in the morning, curled around each other as if you’d loose him. “promise me.” you stuck your pinkie out, his wood-like scent engulfing your senses. linking his pinkie loyally with yours in response. “promise.”
ATSUMUchoked on his breath, eyes shooting up to see your angry face staring down at him in fury. “you idiot ! how- could you-!“ you screeched, continuing to beat on his chest with your clenched hands. “w-whatido?” he grabbed your hands, absolutely oblivious to the situation occurring. you were far from actually fury, rage seemed more appropriate. “okay okay okay mrs. spitfire. was it the taiyaki ?” he sighed, awaiting a scolding similar to that of a guilty child. however tears began pouring from your eyes. “huh huh huh ? ! i’m sorry ‘m sorry !” he cried out desperately, hands racing frantically through his hair. “it’s not that baby.. you cheated..” lips wobbling with emotion, you stared up at him—those doe eyes working wonders. “cheated ? what’re ya talkin’ about ?” he tilted his head, clearly confused. “in my dream..”—“oh.. that makes sense-“—“wait-did you just say you ate my taiyaki ? ATSUMU MIYA YOU-“—“Y/N I SAID I WAS SORRY PLEASE.” —“YOU WILL PAY.”
IWAIZUMI couldn’t stop. gazing at you so lovingly, your hand placed on his bare chest. cozied in bed on a saturday morning. “you wouldn’t look good as godzilla.” the random remark catching hajime off guard. “where did that come from ?” he barked a gravelly chuckle despite the confusion. “‘had a scary dream you turned into godzilla.” this only stirred the tanned athletic trainer to roll his eyes. “you call that a nightmare .. that sounds awesome ? did i have red eyes ?” he began, observing how your eyelashes would dust lazily at his words, hardly awake. it was adorable to him. once again, he couldn’t stop. “nope.” you laughed at his antics. “aw but that would’ve been real cool.” he frowned jokingly. “shhh.. you dummy..” it was your turn to roll your eyes. “your dummy.” you both cringed automatically, burying your faces into your pillows to muffle the cackling laughter. “i never took you as a romantic iwaizumi hajime.” he repeatedly raised his brows as a reply. “it’s charming right ?” — “that’s not the way i would’ve described it.” the stubbornly-pouty look on his face ended up getting smothered in kisses. now that was romantic.
OIKAWA had no idea how he lasted this long. he knew he was a pain, and you we’re definitely not one to put up with it. so now, with you sitting on his lap at this ungodly hour—he wondered what had changed. “uh babe ? what’re you doing ?” he nervously laughed, waiting for you to pull some sort of prank. instead, your head flitted downwards. “i had a nightmare that you didn’t want to be with me because i was too mean to you.” mumbling so silently it took a bit of craning to make out your words. “too mean ? that’s far fetched.” he rested his toned hands on your hips, landing a careful kiss to your lips. “if anything, i’m a much worse advocate, i mean, you have to put up with me every day.” he mused, ushering you to look at him. “that’s right.” he gasped dramatically. “you weren’t supposed to agree !” he hollered. “but what if it’s true.” you smiled shyly, pausing to catch back up to him. “all i’m trying to say is, if i’m ever mean to you, tell me..” he hummed with acknowledgment against your lips, slow, sweet. “the same goes for me sweetheart, but i can’t say i’ll stop that easily.”
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Argent light filters through the gaps in the trees, glittering off the surface of the small lake and providing just enough light to prevent me from tripping over a loose branch or worse my own feet. I let the sounds of the night flow over my skin like the water I longed to submerge myself in. This has been the hottest July on record, a fact that was proven by the sticky pull of my sundress where it was soaked with sweat along my back. Cooling down would wait, right now I had more urgent matters to attend to.
Crouching in the knee high grass at the edge of the treeline I waited. My breathing is controlled, my body still while I watch the little flickers of neon light as they dance beneath the moonlight. I’ve always loved fireflies, chasing them each summer for as long as I could remember. Even now as my final year of University has already reached its halfway point.
One of the little creatures flew closer, oblivious to my open hands as I waited to capture it. Temporarily at least. I could never bear to hurt something so innocent. Sucking in a deep breath I held the air in my lungs, anticipation building as the tiny light flickered ever closer, until finally it lit in the air above my palms. A grin split my lips as I moved, cupping my hands around the air where it flew.
“Still tormenting unknowing creatures, Y/N?”
A yelp left my lips, the air knocked from my lungs with the sound as I lost my balance and my ass hit the dirt. My hands fell to the ground beside me, a frustrated groan following as I watched the little firefly light his or her way in the other direction. Tilting my head back, I glared up at the smiling face above me, seething over the mischievous glint in Daichi’s dark eyes.
“Jerk.”
Daichi’s chuckle reverberates in the space around us, echoing in my very soul. I love the sound of his laughter almost as much as I love catching fireflies. The deep, rich tone stirring warmth in my belly. Feeling my cheeks flush, I avert my gaze back to the dancing bugs before us. Even if he can’t make out the reaction in the dark, I can’t bear to focus on the weight of his attention. My heart might beat its way out of my chest if I do.
The grass rustles behind me as Daichi moves to sit beside me, his broad shoulders bumping playfully into mine. The already stifling summer heat isn’t eased by the addition of his engulfing heat.
“Here, a peace offering.” He leans toward me, his large hands cupped as he extends them toward me. I lean closer, trying to ignore the way his arm brushes against my breast in the motion. His hands part with perfect timing to reveal that intoxicating neon glow. The critter crawls from his palm to mine, searching for an escape. I watch for a moment, nearly too lost in the awe of the crawling bug to notice Daichi watching me, absorbing every bit of emotion that crosses my face.
Lifting my hand, I let the firefly go, watching dreamily as the little light flashes during the journey back to its friends. The world around me roars to life again, breaching my little bubble and filling the sounds of nature with raucous laughter. A quick glance over my shoulder reminds me of the celebration raging just beyond the treeline. Shadows dance around the space as my friends and classmates move around the bonfire, some dancing, some sneaking away as I did.
“Are you going back?” Daichi asks, his head tilted slightly as he continues to watch me. It feels like he’s searching for something. What that is, I’m unsure. Shaking my head I push to my feet, reaching a hand down to where he still sits.
“Swim with me.” The words are caught somewhere between a question, giving him a choice, and a command, knowing what he will choose. His touch is searing as his palm slides against mine, his thick fingers intertwining with my own.
I lead him to the water’s edge further down the shore, distancing us from the group. Confident that we are far enough away to not be easily seen, my fingers grip the bottom of my dress, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the grass. Daichi stiffens beside me, drawing in a sharp breath as his eyes wander over my exposed skin, the lace panties I wore doing little to hide me. “You aren’t wearing a swimsuit,” he comments breathlessly, his warm brown eyes meeting my own (e/c) ones. Indecision flickers in the depths of his gaze, a furrow appearing between his brows. “We shouldn’t-”
“I asked you to swim with me Sawamura, not fuck me,” I snap, my tongue burning with the familiar taste of disappointment. Three years. That’s how long ago I had met the man standing beside me. Our friendship grew fiercely, but there has always been something more, something darker, lingering just beneath the surface. I’ve pushed him toward accepting it, to break past this stalling point and see what that something is, but each time he politely rejects me. At this point the hurt is merely a sting, a harsh reminder of our reality.
What I feel for Daichi is unrequited.
It isn’t surprising really. Being friends with the quirky girl who would rather catch fireflies than socialize? Sure, but have a relationship with her being that? No one wants to willingly date someone who doesn’t really fit in. Not even the overly sweet Daichi.
With a heavy sigh I push my panties down my thighs, tossing them aside and diving into the water. The chill from the colder temperature washes over my naked skin, beating back the heat from the air above. The world faded to a dim gray where the moonlight barely breached the water’s surface.
The stillness around me was disrupted, water pushing against me before warm hands gripped my waist, hauling me to the surface.
“You’re reckless, you know that?” Daichi’s tone is stern, but the shimmer in his eyes shows he finds the trait endearing. Yet another quality that separates me from the rest of the girls our age. Another reason why a guy like him could never end up with a girl like me.
“Y/N?” Moving to shift out of his grip and escape the concern laced in his question, my chest brushes against his. My train of thought falters when I realize he is also naked. “Fuck,” he groans, forehead falling forward and bumping against mine. “I don’t think I can hold back anymore.” My brows furrow as I blink at him, confused.
It’s violent the way his lips crash to mine. All tongue and teeth and need. He steals the breath from my lungs, taking it as his own before pushing it back into me. His lips move frantically, devouring me.
My vision swims when he finally pulls away, lungs heaving as I greedily suck oxygen back into them. I barely catch my breath before he’s melding himself against me again.
The second kiss is gentler, more precise as he explores my mouth, fingers trailing over my ribs to cup my breasts. Each slide of his tongue against my own controlled, as if he is willing me to understand the emotions behind his action. The sensations he brings are too much, every nerve ending in my body alight at the barest of touches.
A calloused thumb swipes over my nipple, teasing the hardened bud before attaching more firmly to pinch. My back arches into the touch, my moans swallowed by Daichi’s hungry kisses. His hard length presses into the curve of my hip as he pulls me closer, my legs instinctively wrapping around him as he pushes us closer to the shore.
His lips leave my own, opting to trail over my jaw and down my neck sucking and nipping at my skin. I know there will be bruises come morning but I can’t find it in myself to care, not when I finally get a taste of the warmth he has to offer.
“Y/N,” Daichi breathes as he settles me into the grass, loose rocks digging into my skin. His eyes consume every inch of me as they sweep across my bare skin, a groan rumbling from his chest when I dip my hand between my legs, spreading myself before him.
“I want this, Daichi.” I reach out, wrapping my fingers around his thick cock, and guide him to my entrance. “I want you.”
His gaze is soft and dark as he presses into me, intertwining our fingers and pressing them to the earth above my head.
A/N! — another draft that’s been sitting here. made some final touches so i hope you guys enjoy!
HINATA would take you to the park! there’s just so much for the two of you to do. you could hang out on the jungle gyms, take a scenic walk, play volleyball, have a picnic, play volleyball, cloud watch, and of course, play volleyball! yes, he would probably ask you to play and if you agree, his eyes would light up. he’d take you to ukai’s shop for some meat buns afterwards and the two of you would just talk and eat as he walked you home. you feel really tired, but the good kind of tired, where you’re just happy and sleepy and you know you’re gonna knock out as soon as your head hits the pillow. you kiss hinata’s cheek as a thank you and smile as the poor boy turns red.
KAGEYAMA would take you to karasuno’s volleyball court! yes, you heard that right. kageyama’s entire life has always revolved solely around volleyball, and he’s never had an experience with girls. hence why he decided to take you to the place he loves most. he convinces daichi to let him use the gym on one of their off days and he tells you to dress in something athletic. you guys pretty much pass the time tossing and receiving as you exchange questions and answers to one another. afterwards, you guys sit outside the gym panting as you take in the sunset. kageyama buys you something from the vending machine and as you’re walking back to the gym to pick up your stuff, you take his hand in your own. kageyama panics a little but eases into it, giving your hand a squeeze that you reciprocate as reassurance. it was an odd date but you weren’t complaining.
SUGAWARA takes you on a breakfast date! he shows up at your doorstep with flowers and you feel the butterflies go absolutely insane in your stomach. suga introduces you to a quaint, hidden restaurant that he claims serves the best breakfast in the prefecture. you find it a little hard to believe but you go along with it, and damn, are you in for a shock. the food was to die for, and sugawara just sat with a smile on his face as he watched you practically melt after taking the first bite. you guys make steady conversation about your childhood, funniest memories, and goals and you relish in the way it’s so easy to talk to him. your legs find his at one point during the conversation and they intertwine under the table. it feels very warm and welcoming—sugawara feels warm and welcoming. he pays even after you insist to split the check and as a thank you, you buy him a cute little dessert.
DAICHI takes you on to a dinner date! he’s a classic kind of guy, so he’s obviously gonna take you to a nice dinner. remember, he is literally a teenager, so don’t expect some grand five star restaurant, but it’s definitely nicer than what you’re used to (your cheeks flare up at seeing daichi dressed so formally). he pulls out all the classic date etiquette such as: opening the car door for you, holding the door, pulling out your chair, giving you his blazer when you get cold, etc. while the whole thing was a bit overwhelming at first, daichi eases you into it was his soothing voice and kind smile. daichi openly expresses when he first started developing feelings for you and you sort of die a little at how direct he is. he admits he’s like to go on more dates with you in hopes of the two of you becoming something official and you practically choke on your food
remind yourself to thank the heavens for rainy weather later on. sure, a week’s worth of laundry and muddied rubber shoes await your attention, but how could you? how could you manage to peel yourself away from where the bed dipped to adapt to your sleeping position, wriggle out of the blanket that had begun to absorb your warmth, and now shielded you from the cold?
the skies weep on your behalf. another body laying flush against your back, cupping you perfectly in the curve of their chest.
broken snores and limp hands are wrapped around your waist — a signal that they are still fast asleep, earning you free reign to turn and litter their face with kisses, smiling after each one.
it was quite funny, if you were being honest. the other’s face smooshed into one side where the pillow dipped and crinkled with a small pool of drool. their face was absent of any wrinkle indicating stress and it makes your heart swell. to be able to behold their state of vulnerability and calm.
it was moments like these that made you question whether or not you were even truly human. mortal. flesh and blood. you could’ve sworn you were fully engulfed by this lightness of being; all your humanly weight stripped off by the moment. skin and blood cowering away from you with each kiss and touch.
you lay on your back to look at the ceiling while rain play their song around you, drumming in disorganized harmony over surfaces. the curtain gently flaps to accomodate the chilly breeze, and birds rush past in search for shelter.
yes. you are in fact here. in the moment. in the flesh.
something shifts beside you.
their eyes meet yours, still droopy and puffy from sleep. you offer them a small smile while they slowly blink in the morning light and mouth you a ‘good morning’.
you playfully wrinkle your nose to complain about morning bad breath, earning a groan and even more stirring from the other figure. each giggle and hum sheds sleep away from the both of you.
it was moments like these where you hug them a little tighter, kiss them a little deeper, and hold them a little closer. you fear anything less than that will reduce either of you to a barely-present spectre.
you want to feel the rough pads of their fingers caress every surface of you skin, you want to savor the way chapped morning lips press itself against your shoulder, or how you both fit perfectly into each other in all aspects.
everything is sealed in them pulling you back flush into their skin, your hands curled into little fists in the smallest of spaces between you two. chapped lips press themselves on your forehead. familiar breaths tickle your hair. you can almost feel their steady heartbeats where your forehead rested against their chest.
hands find their way through the sheets to trace patterns on the expanse of your skin that by now, you swear ghosts of mandala designs litter your back. under your breath, you hum a thank you to the grey skies — for the moment, for your lover’s gentle heaving chest, and for being flesh and blood.
notes: i was scrolling through my notes app and found this little thing. i thought it’d be a waste to assign a specific character so i left it open, but you can look at the tags for some character suggestions too. take care!!
>> all words by aero 2021. please do not plagiarize.
A/N: February 13th is the final Haikyuu contribution for our Valentine’s Day collab with @axoxtxhxh! Please check out all the headcannons in the masterlist!
Hi, I’m Alice and this is my dumpster of a blog *as if you couldn’t tell from the title. I love Haikyuu and it shows, that is why I’ve decided to begin this blog and write for my favorite volleyball boys and girls. My requests are open so feel free to send stuff in!!
