warningsnothing really, y/n just has a shitty boyfriend, also not edited
genrefluff, roomates au, college
word count 1.1k
inspon/a
synopsisin which akaashi outperforms your boyfriend, helping you come to the realization that you should never settle for less
a/nwhew i’ve been in a writers block so this an old draft i’ll probs edit in the future but ( hopefully ) starting today through the 14th i’ll be able to jot out a couple valentines related drabbles. cross your fingers y’all
“You’re home early,” It’s not like you wanted to be. It’s not like you expected to be either. But the previous events of your hangout with your boyfriend led you back to your shared apartment with your roommate, Akaashi.
He looked over the couch curiously at you. Tearing away from his usual nightly read. “Something happen?” He continued.
You sighed, beelining to plop on the couch next to him. “Boyfriends suck.” Is what you responded back to him, your claim being muffled in the material of Akaashi’s pajama pants.
Akaashi hummed, his hand being placed on the back of your neck following the soft sound of bis book closing. “What’d he do?” You hated that you’ve heard Akaashi say that exact same phrase before, but he probably hated it more to say.
“So, you know how we were supposed to celebrate our anniversary, right?” Your head lifted to where your chin was digging into Akaashi’s thigh.
The nod you saw out of the corner of your eye beckoned you to continue. “Well, of course, like usual, he forgot that it was today. And that we were supposed to celebrate at our typical diner. So, I sat alone for an hour…”
Akaashi sucked his teeth. “You could’ve just asked me to pick you up or join you. There’s no reason you should’ve sat there alone.” He was right. But you always gave your boyfriend chances. More shots than he needed.
“I know. But then he finally answered back and said to meet and his place. Stupid me, I expected something romantic to make up for the fumbled lunch plans but of course, it was nothing. Nothing but me watching he and his roommates play games. No flowers, no chocolates, nothing.”
There was a silence, but in that moment you could tell Akaashi was thinking hard. Most likely jumping between the right thing to say to you. You knew he’d find it, he always did.
“___,” Akaashi called for your attention. You answered, shifting your gaze to his face. You despised the skip your heartbeat did when you made such eye contact with Akaashi. Seeing as you had a boyfriend and that he was your long term best friend and roomie. But you couldn’t help it. Who could, honestly?
Akaashi was arguably the full package in your eyes. You can’t believe there was once a time you saw your boyfriend as the same.
“When was the last time he did something like that for you? Not for an occasion, just out of the blue. Just because he wanted to and because he loves you.” Akaashi’s question caught you off guard to say the least.
It really made you think, when was the last time he did something nice for you just because?
Your relationship had been so bare minimum for so long that you could only reminisce when he was a good boyfriend.
“A long time. And sometimes even then did I have to tell him the things I wanted. It sucks that it’s gone downhill from there.” Your voice mellowed out on the final sentence as you came to that realization.
What even was this relationship anymore? And could it be considered that?
“Noted. I’m going to bed.” Abruptly, Akaashi made his exit from your venting session and left you lonely on the couch. The sudden leave had you furrowing your eyebrows but settled on the reasoning being that he probably had a class tomorrow or simply, he was sick and tired of your bitching of your sucky boyfriend.
Which, then, he’d definitely have a right to walk away.
You woke up the next morning with your current situation on your mind. Having went to sleep on it as well. What were you going to do? And how were you going to do it? So many thoughts were jumbled in your mind that you couldn’t get a clear answer.
Stumped, you were going to continue to think on it. That is until there was a knock at your apartment door that you heard faintly. You furrowed your eyebrows since it was definitely unusual at this hour.
Your feet led you out of your room, before you went any farther, you went to check if Akaashi was in motion but it seemed as if he wasn’t. You reached your front door and opened it.
Not expecting to be greeted with a bouquet of hydrangeas. “Uh— I’m sorry… are you sure you have the right apartment?” Is what automatically came from your mouth.
“This is the home of ___ ___? Correct?” The delivery man questioned, checking the card on the flowers.
That led you into a deeper tunnel of confusion. Before you could say anything else, the sound of padding footsteps came from behind you. Akaashi joined you at the door.
“Thank you,” he reached around you to take the flowers, without a word you stepped aside as he waved off the delivery man.
There was nothing but the sound of Akaashi locking the door back. If your mind wasn’t racing before, it definitely was now.
“Akaashi?” You questioned, eyes following him to the kitchen. It was then you noticed his attire. He was dressed nicely, like usual, but it was still pretty early for him to be clad in such clothing.
“Did you have flowers sent for a girl in my name?” Your genuine question caused Akaashi to snort. You joined him in the kitchen to that he had placed the flowers down with an array of things that ranged from teddy bears to chocolates that you recognized as your favorite.
“Close, but no. I ordered some for you last time. And went out to get this stuff this morning.” He pointed to the crowd of things on the counter. You stood in astonishment. For once in a while, your mind was blank.
What was there to think? Your handsome best friend had just fulfilled the easiest task your boyfriend couldn’t even perform. And he did it with no questions asked. Just because…
“Why?” You mumbled, edging closer to him and the counter.
“Why not? You shouldn’t have to ask or wish for the basics from your boyfriend, ___,” his answer garnered a small smile on your face.
“And the fact that you do, just proves there’s something wrong.” You nodded, taking your eyes from the arrangement to Akaashi’s burning gaze.
Your smile widened. “Thank you, Akaashi. I think this is what I needed to finally end things.” Finally, you concluded. Putting an end to your rapid thoughts.
“I’m glad I could be of help. Now, do you like the hydrangeas? I was going to go with roses but I didn’t want to seem to basic so—” You placed a hand on Akaashi’s shoulder.
“I love them, Akaashi.”
You didn’t know what you mr next step was going to be, but you knew you were done settling for less.
warnings it’s just noya being the best boyfriend :(
genrefluff, bit of comfort ig, modern au
word count0.6k
inspirationn/a
synopsisin which your days are usually long and tiring, but the love you come home to makes it all worth it
As soon as your back pressed the door to your apartment shut, you sighed. Finally your long day had come to an end. It was so exhausting that you just had to take a moment to slide down said door and lay against it.
If it weren’t for the smell of cinnamon sugar trailing around your living room you wouldn’t have gotten up from your slump. With furrowed eyebrows you headed to your kitchen first. Everything looked the same and there was definitely no desserts in sight.
Then it clicked, your boyfriend was completely free today. Which meant he had the apartment to himself. To why it smelt of a coffee shop was still unbeknownst to you but you knew it was his doing.
“Noya,” You called throughout your apartment. Basically hopping down your halls as you tried to remove your unforgiving work shoes.
Silence.
Your curiosity peaked when you heard a familiar sound, tune rather. By time you got to your shared bedroom, your smile was so wide it nearly reached your ears.
Swinging the door open, you were not braced for what you saw but you definitely weren’t upset about it.
“Baby! You’re home!” Your boyfriend’s head appeared from the opening flaps of the fort that was placed smack dab in the center of your bedroom.
Your shoes nearly didn’t get to hit the floor before Nishinoya was leeching onto you. Instantly attacking your face, neck, and collarbones with butterfly kisses. Not forgetting the spot that he knew tickled and made you shudder every time.
“I don’t think you understand how much I’ve missed you,” You returned his embrace, realizing how much you had missed him as well.
Your laughter was muffled in his neck. “What’s with the fort?”
Nishinoya pulled away, taking your wrist and dragging you to his creation. “I’m glad you asked. I figured since you were going to be away all day, that I’d make myself of some use here. Don’t worry, I know what youre thinking, this is not all I did,”
“Does this mean you finally did the laundry or what?” You shimmied off your coat.
“Finally. But that’s besides the point! I also knew you were going to be exhausted by time you got home, so I made this!” You couldn’t resist but have a fond look in your eyes as your boyfriend gave you jazz hands.
“Great, a fort I’m going to have to help you clean up.” A snort left you. Nishinoya pouted, leaning over and clasping his hands around yours.
“Don’t be such a negative Nancy. I tried my hardest.” You kissed his pout away, laughing as you pulled away.
“I’m kidding. Thank you, I appreciate it.”
Hand in hand, Nishinoya lifted you off of the bed and helped you to the floor with him.
Without a word, you followed him inside. “As you can see, I have candles, your favorite snacks, our song playing,” It didn’t shock you that Nishinoya had put this much thought into making you happy. It was just something did automatically.
You were grateful for him. Even if he did go over the top, it was always meant to make you happy.
Your eyes followed Nishinoya as he continued to speak. Rambling on about what movie you should watch. But you couldn’t resist the urge to stop him mid sentence. Not even a second later, Nishinoya returned your sudden kiss. Giggling against your lips.
“What?” He inquired.
“Nothing. I just love you is all,”
Nishinoya grinned, pecking your cheek. “I love you too. Now, Tanaka keeps telling me about this movie but I don’t really think it’s your speed,”
You didn’t mind long days if it meant you always had nights like this to come home to.
this is inspired by bubble pop electric from gwen stefani ♡
implied female body parts, he calls you bunny !
◦ u and osamu were driving home from a party
◦ both of u were horny asf
◦ y’all couldn’t wait until u were him so u parked the car in a random parking space <3
“fuck bunny” osamu moaned as you were leaned over from your passenger seat to suck him off. “you’re doing so well for me” osamu said while you were rolling your tongue around his tip. you couldn’t really respond so you just moaned around his dick which made osamu whimper. you started rubbing your thighs together to get some friction, because seeing osamu so fucked out was turning you on. “mhm ‘m gonna cum soon bunny” he pushed you off and you looked at him confused “let’s climb to the back bunny” and who were you to refuse.
tonight i’m gonna give you all my love in the backseat <3
Thanks to @keiyoomi for beta reading and editing this short, hastily-made imo but cute her words Kenma drabble. Ngl this is my first fic to be beta’d since started writing Haikyuu fics a few months ago. Also this fic was inspired by another Kenma artwork (see pic below) made by @_Hemoon (tried searching for the original location of the pic but to no avail qwq ). Enjoy reading~ = u =;;
You keep on switching your eyes between the book you’re reading and your crush classmate Kenma sitting on your right side of the long wooden table. The two of you are inside the library during study period, doing some light reading and research for your group project in HIstory class you are paired with him so thank your lucky stars, girl… but instead you are researching (observing) him in secret.
You can’t help but notice the black-rimmed glasses he’s wearing while his head is perched on his hand… deeply lost in the book he’s reading.
KENMA + GLASSES = ❤️❣️
“Are you alright, (Y/N)-san…?” You snap out of your fangirl daydream and turn to see Kenma staring at you with those puzzling golden cat-like eyes of his. “H-ha?”
“I said, are you alright? You kind of spaced out for a while. Is there something wrong?” He tilts his head on one side.
“Ah, y-yes, I’m alright, Kozume-san! It’s fine, it’s fine, don’t worry~ I think… I forgot to eat breakfast earlier.” You give out a small nervous chuckle at your fib.
“Hmm… okay, if you say so.” Kenma rests his chin on the back of his hand again, still staring at you behind his glasses, unconvinced. “But a while ago, you kept on sneaking glances at me, (Y/N)-san. Care to tell me why?”
You feel your cheeks warm, sweat gradually forming on your palms. Your eyes averting his questioning gaze…
“A-ano, your glasses—” “Hm? My glasses? What about it?” “Are those… reading glasses?”
He takes off his glasses and examines its lenses for a bit. “Mhmm… Kuroo helped me in choosing one at a nearby eyewear store; he’s worried that my vision may become blurry because I always play video games even late at night, much to my chagrin.” Kenma shakes his head. “I hate wearing it, to be honest. It hinders my view.”
“But… but those glasses… suit you…! You’d look cute in them—” You slap your mouth shut quickly after saying such embarrassing words at your gamer crush. Now, you wish for a deep hole to swallow you, end your misery, and never come back. Shitshitshitshit—
“Cute?” He raises an eyebrow at you, resting his chin again at the back of his hand, holding his glasses. A bloom of red slowly creeps on his cheeks, before smiling sheepishly
“Mhmm… but you being panicky and flustered… is cute.”
Thanks to @keiyoomi for beta reading and editing this short, hastily-made imo but cute her words Kenma drabble. Ngl this is my first fic to be beta’d since started writing Haikyuu fics a few months ago. Also this fic was inspired by another Kenma artwork (see pic below) made by @_Hemoon (tried searching for the original location of the pic but to no avail qwq ). Enjoy reading~ = u =;;
You keep on switching your eyes between the book you’re reading and your crush classmate Kenma sitting on your right side of the long wooden table. The two of you are inside the library during study period, doing some light reading and research for your group project in HIstory class you are paired with him so thank your lucky stars, girl… but instead you are researching (observing) him in secret.
You can’t help but notice the black-rimmed glasses he’s wearing while his head is perched on his hand… deeply lost in the book he’s reading.
KENMA + GLASSES = ❤️❣️
“Are you alright, (Y/N)-san…?” You snap out of your fangirl daydream and turn to see Kenma staring at you with those puzzling golden cat-like eyes of his. “H-ha?”
“I said, are you alright? You kind of spaced out for a while. Is there something wrong?” He tilts his head on one side.
“Ah, y-yes, I’m alright, Kozume-san! It’s fine, it’s fine, don’t worry~ I think… I forgot to eat breakfast earlier.” You give out a small nervous chuckle at your fib.
“Hmm… okay, if you say so.” Kenma rests his chin on the back of his hand again, still staring at you behind his glasses, unconvinced. “But a while ago, you kept on sneaking glances at me, (Y/N)-san. Care to tell me why?”
You feel your cheeks warm, sweat gradually forming on your palms. Your eyes averting his questioning gaze…
“A-ano, your glasses—” “Hm? My glasses? What about it?” “Are those… reading glasses?”
He takes off his glasses and examines its lenses for a bit. “Mhmm… Kuroo helped me in choosing one at a nearby eyewear store; he’s worried that my vision may become blurry because I always play video games even late at night, much to my chagrin.” Kenma shakes his head. “I hate wearing it, to be honest. It hinders my view.”
“But… but those glasses… suit you…! You’d look cute in them—” You slap your mouth shut quickly after saying such embarrassing words at your gamer crush. Now, you wish for a deep hole to swallow you, end your misery, and never come back. Shitshitshitshit—
“Cute?” He raises an eyebrow at you, resting his chin again at the back of his hand, holding his glasses. A bloom of red slowly creeps on his cheeks, before smiling sheepishly
“Mhmm… but you being panicky and flustered… is cute.”
you had taken a different route to work today. you’d overslept, but it was supposedly okay because you were taking an off tomorrow anyway. your parents were coming to your apartment to visit you, because you’d moved to a different part of tokyo as soon as you’d gotten your job. you check your watch as you fasten your speed. and as your eyes look up again, they glance over a little sign on the window of the restaurant you pass by. you keep walking, but as soon as the information processes in your mind, you stop. and then your feet make a one-eighty degree turn on their own, walking back towards the sign. your eyes widen as you stand on the pavement, the board above the restaurant making your heart jump out of your chest.
onigiri miya.
“miya?” you murmur, blinking profusely. your lips part, and you think. maybe, just maybe.
you open the door.
the bell jingles as you walk to the counter, waiting in the line to see the cashier. there’s two more people in front of you. one of them seems like an ordinary businessman. the other is an old lady, smiling as she pulls out her purse to get the exact amount of cash she needs for her order. it seems as if she’s a regular. since when was this place open, anyway?
“welcome to onigiri miya, what can i get you today?” the cashier asks. he seems like a tired college student. you ponder for a moment, looking up at the menu before you say, “i’ll have the second combo with a lemon iced tea as the drink, please.”
“that will be seven hundred yen, would you prefer cash or card?”
“erm, card please-”
“oi, takeuchi, make sure to restock the tuna in half an hour! the counter’s runnin’ out any second now- [y/n]?” and there he is. just like you suspected. miya osamu, standing in all of his glory, clad in a black baseball cap with an onigiri embroidered on it. he wears a black tee, and a black apron with the same onigiri logo. his grey eyes blink at you profusely as you give him a tight-lipped smile.
“hi, ‘samu,” you say, “h-how are you?”
“excuse me, if you could just finish paying. i’m kind of in a hurry,” the man behind you interrupts. he wears glasses and stands in a three-piece suit, and you apologize before handing your card to takeuchi, who swipes it and tells you to go to the other side of the counter where osamu assembles all the food—by himself.
“ya haven’t called in months,” he says, handing someone their order before he continues, “why’s that?”
“i got busy with work, a big project came up and i honestly lost touch with like fifty people,” you nervously chuckle, “i’m sorry.”
“don’t worry, ’s an understandable excuse,” he chuckles, “ya wanna pop in tonight after closin’ time? i usually clean the kitchen every night by myself. would be nice ta have some company every now ‘n then.”
“only if i get food,” you joke. osamu then hands you a paper bag, a tumbler and a straw. he smiles, “'course, dinner’s on me.”
your day goes by pretty smoothly. your co-workers don’t bother you when you decline going to drink with them at the end of the day—which you’re honestly glad for, because sometimes they irritate you into coming with them, only for you to have the worst hangover the next day.
and now you’re walking inside onigiri miya for the second time today, eyes brightening up as soon as they fall on osamu. he waves you over to sit on a barstool as he wipes the counter, asking you if you want anything to drink. you decline, saying you’d rather not wake up with a hangover since your parents are visiting the next morning.
“tell me, how’s tokyo been treatin’ ya?”
“ugh,” you groan, “it was hell at first. college was so lonely, half the kids knew each other because they were high-school friends. and the ones that didn’t, made their own little cliques. i felt so out of place. but i found a friend or two by the end of my first year. so everything went well after that.”
“are ya workin’ now?” he raised an eyebrow as he slid you a plate of food. you thanked him before continuing, “well, yes. it’s my first year actually working. pretty good so far, i won’t lie. the pay isn’t half-bad, either.”
“well, ’m glad yer happy,” he says, “i opened this restaurant a couple of months ago, actually. just after we stopped talkin’. guess we both got busy during the same time.”
“i guess so.”
just then, something so unexpected happens that your heart jumps out of your chest and begins flopping on the floor like a fish out of water.
the bell jingles. you and osamu look towards the door. your eyes widen. your heart pounds in your ears.
a/n: this is dedicated to myself, because i have unwillingly developed very very slight romantic feelings for one of my colleagues
you think you’re gonna die alone, at least at this rate anyhow. it’s not that you didn’t knowhowto talk to men- studying sports medicine had you surrounded by the male species nearly 24/7, from classmates to professors to the athletes you take care of. the problem is that they always become your friend. and you very much do not date friends.
it’s just weird. gross even. these guys are very much like your brothers, and that’s just… yuck!
and it’s not that you’re consciously friendzoning every male that crosses your path, but it happens and then suddenly their candidacy as your possible future husband quickly comes to close. sealed. done.
-
then you become the very new, athletic trainer trainee for the msby volleyball team. it’s a huge deal, to say the least. countless applications sent and praying for a just a crumb of any sports team to call you in, and it’s a D1 team- best in the league- that calls you back!
the position is an apprenticeship of sorts, so you’re very aware that your stay is temporary (though you’re secretly hoping that you’ll dazzle them enough for them to want to extend you a permanent offer).
everything goes smoothly… relatively speaking. the athletes are a chaotic bunch, but in this industry it’s to be expected. you’re learning loads, taking on more responsibilities, and getting stressed out in the best way possible. and you’re also having fun.
it’s hard not to when miya atsumu is so… atsumu: the way he makes suggestive and incredibly embarrassing noises when you’re tending to one of his wounds to the way he’s given names and full on personalities to his biceps.
but apart from that, it’s the deep conversations you two would have in the lunch room, it’s the ever so observant setter eyes that would sneak you a chocolate bar when you would get particularly anxious, it’s the inside jokes you two share and memes that are exchanged when you both should be getting real work done- all to say that in miya atsumu you’ve definitely found your work best friend.
and at night, when you’re mind drifts to some far away land, you think, “what about atsumu? could he be someone that i’d be interested in like that?”
but the dark night is where the seeds of doubt begin to germinate. because you know who atsumu is- you know his visibility, you know his options, and you know that you can’t even compare.
so you don’t allow yourself to answer the question.
-
it’s now halfway through before your term at msby is supposed to end.
it’s nearly the end of the work week, and atsumu says, “hey, can we talk for a second?” head pointing towards a secluded hallway.
you cautiously follow, but something about this makes you uneasy because atsumu seems nervous… and this guy is never nervous.
but you patiently watch him as he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes only to reveal the amber shaded jewels that seem to peer directly into your soul.
“i really like you… romantically,” he says. his tone firm and words blunt as to leave no room for any misunderstanding.
and you’re dumbfounded because is this real life? or is this just fantasy? certainly he’s just messing with you- but his eyes that are intensely studying your face for a reaction, a denial or a reciprocation tells you he’s serious.
“me too,”
… is what you should’ve said.
but instead, in the flickering fluorescent light of this training facility with the aroma of lemon scented cleaner in the air, you tell him you’ve thought about it- a lot, actually.
you tell him how he’s a really great guy, and how he’s the highlight of your day- one of the reasons why you’re so excited to go into work everyday. you tell him that you admire his values, his outlook on life, and that’s he the only guy that you’ve become friends with that you’ve also developed feelings for.
but you also tell him that you can’t. you tell him that you’re just starting your career and you’re trying to establish yourself as a professional, and at this point in life you can’t throw it all away, you won’tthrow it away just for a relationship that might not even work out.
you break his heart, because for once in your life you decide to be selfish and choose yourself.
except you break your own heart too because in a way, you weren’t selfish enough.
a/n pt. 2: pls do not take this as a reflection my writing capabilities but rather as a brain dump because i’m tired of thinking of this before i’m trying to fall asleep a;kdfjnb;paednj
a/n:not proof-read either but here’s another drabble for you lovelies <3 this time…
pairing:akaashi keiji x reader
“Just can’t shake that cough, can you?” Akaashi mumbled as he entered the room, fingers looped through the handles of two patterned mugs. A pair of reading glasses—now smudged as they nestled into his hair—sat atop his head, no longer over his tired eyes. You lifted your head from the heavy blanket that cradled your warm body, half-lidded gaze catching sight of the steam that curled up from the mugs’ contents.
“I’m sorry, love…” He sat down on the couch, allowing your blanketed figure to curl around his back, an arm shifting out to wrap around his midsection happily. “I wish I could be more helpful to you, right now…”
“Mm… you’re fine…” you croaked, cringing at the itching pain in the back of your throat. “There’s not much anyone can do anyway.” His frown twitched until the curve of his lips became upturned, soft and full of adoration. Briefly averting his attention, Akaashi leaned forward and sat his mug on the small table, using both hands to cradle the seemingly small cup. As soon as you sat up and took the heated porcelain into your own hands, you noted the size difference between the two of you.
Seriously, he had made that mug look much smaller than what it was.
“It’s hot chocolate,” he explained with a quirked brow as you sniffed the steaming beverage, “blow on it a little before you drink it, okay?” A heavenly smile graced his gorgeous features as your nose scrunched, clearly in cahoots with the tiny grin adorning your lips.
“Thanks, Keiji.” You rasped, dropping your attention to the hot chocolate as you took a careful sip. He said nothing, instead producing a quiet noise meant to shush you. His hand slowly crept up to move stray strands of hair from your face, the tip of his thumb gently poking at your nose.
“You’re too warm,” he muttered, continuing to caress your heated skin as you enjoyed your beverage. “How about I put on a movie and we both get some rest? Does that sound good?” You hummed and shuffled up into a more comfortable position, allowing Akaashi to slip in beside you, an arm up on the rest of the couch.
The blanket remained draped around your body, parting at the front as you continually lifted your hands to your face to sip from the mug. Akaashi cautiously sat his own mug in his lap as he settled in, his spare arm curling snugly around your shoulders. He picked up his mug once the screen darkened, the bold, white logo reflecting within his deep, sapphire hues.
“Can we watch–“
“We binge watched all those Pixar movies last week.” He cut you off, giving your shoulders a gentle squeeze. “Let’s start this week with that new Disney movie Bokuto wouldn’t shut up about. Does that sound alright?”
“Of course,” you smiled and nestled into his side, desperately fighting off the exhaustion tugging at your body as the movie began. It didn’t help that your husband had started massaging abstract shapes into your arm with his thumb, clearly inviting you to succumb to sleep.
And as a soft melody began to play out into the darkened room, you decided you could simply drag Akaashi to bed a different night and rewatch the movie.
the day couldn’t get any worse for semi. wanting to just go out alone for lunch seemed impossible. ever since his newest album dropped and word got out he was in town, fans were swarming to find him. never catching a break, he found himself in a park, almost two miles from the café he wanted to go to.
you sat quietly whilst the cold breeze brushed against your cheeks. it was seemingly quiet today at the park, nothing too exciting and nothing too dull. you fiddled with your fingers as time passed waiting for your friend. a crowd looking for something across the pond wanders, you tilt your head at the sight, curious of what they were searching for.
at that moment, a tall figure sits beside you. “they’re a bunch of fans,” the figure says. his voice was sweet, yet raspy as if he were screaming all night. “they look like a bunch of ants looking for food.”
“who are they looking for?” you ask, looking over at the voice. he had his hood on, bundled up in layers with a mask covering his features. his grey hair was ruffled with what seems like leftover hair product. “or what for that matter?”
“semi, that new artist that came out,” he sighs. “seems like every new star can’t catch a break in public.”
“i suppose so,” you turn to look back at the crowd. some young, some that seemed well over the age of the fangirl stage. “some people are crazy obsessed. I’ve never heard of this…semi…guy, person…do you like his music?”
“i…” he turns to face you. he admired your features, noticing how engrossed you were looking at the group. “think he’s overrated.”
you chuckle at his statement before checking your phone. after seeing a text, you sigh at the sight. “my friend canceled on me,” you mutter. “so tell me, if this semi artist is overrated, what should i listen to?”
“just because he’s overrated doesn’t mean his music is that bad. his fans making him such a- what’s the word-” he stumbles. he looks away, fumbling with his thumbs.
“godlike?” you raise an eyebrow.
“yes, that…” he sounded ashamed to even think about that. it was true, semi loved his fans but he hated how they made him seem like the only and most important artist out there. his music was one of his passions and for it to become what it is now? he was just disappointed in how he could’ve handled things.
“well, i was supposed to go out to lunch with my friend to this ramen shop but they canceled on me,” you say. “why don’t you come to lunch with me?”
“a-are you sure?” he was confused that you could trust him so easily. “we just met. i don’t wanna impose on your day plans.”
“why not? the spot is a family spot, they’re a small ramen restaurant,” you explain. you stood up from the bench, turning to face him. “c'mon, it’s better than hiding out here where your fans can find you, semi.”
“you’re right-” semi stood up shocked. “wait, you said you didn’t know who i was.”
“i don’t, i know there’s some artist who’s on the come up has a group of fans looking for him,” you explain. “context clues, the mask, watching the group, the nervousness of your voice.”
“huh…you’re something else,” semi chuckles.
“now then, why don’t you teach me who semi is. the person behind the artist,” you hold out your hand from your pocket, offering it to him. he smiles behind his mask, taking your hand interlaced with his.
“thank you.” his heart fluttered, this was the beginning of something great.
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He watches the strand of spit dangling between his lips and yours as he pulls away. He’s in love with the way you don’t seem to care.
No, you’re too fucked out for that. Every inch of his cock has been buried so deep inside you for so long – stretching you, moulding you, claiming you – that your eyes are starting to roll back in your head.
That expression – that wonderful expression. Ecstasy eyes as he grips you by the hips and pulls you down onto him in such a firm, passionate pace.
“Look at me,” Aone says, panting; his chest rumbling against your ribcage. It’s an order, but it’s soft and adoring, hovering between a demand and a plea.
And of course, you obey, looking him in the eyes as you slop around his girth to the rhythm his own hands have set.
“Good girl,” he breathes, admiring you in your entirety. The shape of your chest, and stomach, and thighs, the sweat drenching your skin, the twitching of your muscles, the lust in your looseness around such a large, thick cock. All of it. He’s consumed by it. Hypnotised.
But most importantly, by those eyes. Those ecstasy eyes as you break and cum around his cock again, that he is sure he could watch forever and ever. On loop, on repeat. He would be happy.
“Please don’t ever get tired of me,” he whispers in your ear as you hang from his neck, gasping through your high.
He didn’t mean to say it out loud, and yet there it was – thrown between you to be judged.
But to his surprise, your hips are already moving again, grinding against his and determined as you find his lips, whimpering as you willfully overstimulate yourself.
