“Mh, what did you say?” he asks, shaking your bed violently, pounding deep into your hole - as if he can’t see you not wrecked by his own cock.
“Would you fancy for my likes to stop?” he asks again, non-chalantly, a deep growl in his rasping vocals, his breath just slightly, but unceremoniously ragged and his eyes fiery and oozing the heat he is using to melt you from inside. His cocky grin is a permanent feature of his face, but you can’t afford to be fooled. Not by him; not when any misstep would cost you your dignity, your mental peace, your pride. You certainly know that the only reason he is behaving confidently because his thick cock is making you moan your heart out, and tears are pooling right in the corner of the eye without your consent - as a reminder that being fucked by him is an honour, a privilege, a luxury you are privy to because for some fucking reason Tsukishima Kei decided that your pussy hugs him tight enough to have his breath hitched, and Kei loves that sensation just a bit more than he is willing to admit to himself.
You pussy is already clenching around Kei’s shaft, pulsating and making you feel lightheaded, but you try to resist what you know has been coming for a while; but you don’t want to give Kei the satisfaction of seeing you cum first, again, for the third time. But Kei isn’t just school smart, he is also one of the sharpest people you know, and the widening mocking curve of his lips tells you what his vocal chords don’t: he knows you are holding back.
Kei then lowers his head towards your ear, licking the outer shell, making your entire body you shiver, your toes curling for the amount of arousal wrecking through you body, your fists clenching the sheets - your nipples stiff and demanding, and his cock still pounding you in the way which will let itself be known the next day in your step, and the slow pace you lower yourself to your seat.
“It’s not like you to refrain,” Kei taunts evil and punishing, “don’t you want to cum?” And you’d like to answer that you do, you crave the sweet release and abandonment, the bliss of orgasm but you’re tight lipped and the yearning to close your eyes and scream is tempting you more each second. You dig your nails into his back instead and do your best to make your voice steadier than you’re sure it would sound if you were to talk right now: “I don’t see you coming either. You’re not satisfied enough?”
Clenching your pussy around him two times, quickly in a sequence, earns you a hiss - and a deeper thrust, a drill into your hips. “If you wanted to see, all you had to do was ask” Kei responds, and as soon as he is done talking you feel yourself emptied out, and Tsukishima Kei jerking himself off, white thick cum pooling on your stomach, with few drops spreading on your breasts and a single one, ending up right on your neck - warm. Now, it’s now a game anymore, just the ending of a day where the moon shines ove r your naked, dirty bodies, Kei fitting himself into your cunt once again, to finish the job. It takes a few thrusts, all of which you’re sure are calculated to the centimetre as all of them hit your G-spot with scary accuracy, and you’re rambling off to a forgotten God, blabbering non-sense, while Kei lets your ride your orgasm and goes to grab you a tissue instead.
“It wasn’t so bad to lower yourself to ask for something, wasn’t it?” Kei drawls, as he changes off his glasses and cleans your stomach from his own cum.
“One out of ten. Won’t do it again,” you answer him petty, because you’re not about to give Tsukishima Kei any more weapons than he already has against you.
“As long as you keep doing me, I can live with that,” Kei concludes, and you see his blonde hair tufts glowing in the moonlight, creating a halo around his head - making him look angelic for a split second. But you shake your head, and adjust yourself in order to rest for a few minutes, until your start to get wet again, as Kei’s fingers cross the foils of your sweet flesh, and his lips steal away another piece of you: as if what he has taken so far, was not enough. As if nothing you ever give him, is enough to satisfy his desires. Not now, not ever, not him.
This is an extremely foolish story written for the lovely @zombiesolace! Kuroo and Daichi are addicted to holding hands and it’s going to give Suga a coronary. Also it’s a gratuitous captain squad college AU. That’s pretty much it.
Teeth clenched around his plastic straw, Suga takes a violent sip of his iced tea as he watches the scene before him with a critical eye. Ice clatters around his cup as he creates a vacuum with his straw, but he barely registers the noise.
“This. What is this,” he demands under his breath so that only Oikawa, who’s sitting next to him, can hear. He points to Daichi standing in line at the register to pay. Kuroo is next to him, and they’re squabbling about something – how much each person’s share is probably – and they keep trying to shove bills into each other’s hands, but wind up clasping hands in a stalemate. “Holding hands again? This is like the nineteenth time. When are they going to quit making excuses and admit they just like doing it?”
“They already have?” Oikawa says around a bite of croissant.
“What.”
Oikawa raises an eyebrow, somehow radiating a mild condescension even when he cheerfully replies, “Oh, you didn’t know? They started dating a few months ago, at the beginning of junior year.”
♡ Kidnapped by the Haikyuu mafia, on purpose, by accident ♡
A/n(s): A huge thank you to Miki for letting both me, and @sugawara-sweetheart, participate in her “Kidnapped by hq” sever collab! This was super chill and honestly so much fun! We’ve never been a part of anything like this, LOL. What and experience™️. Check out everyone else’s contributions HERE.
Lee: hey dream team, guess who <3. I made it. I’m alive, and at the collab, ON TIME. You can thank Neems for that as she was totally threatening me with death - in a super sexy way ofc ~ All jokes aside, I had so much fun collabing w/her and would do it again in a heartbeat! Hope you guys enjoy this work of ✨art✨
Neems: OKAY I DID NOT THREATEN LEE (she did) but this was so much fun and i loved working with her!! miki’s collab idea was amazing and at some point we have to return to our roots of finely crafted fanfiction✨that are wattpad fics so i hope you all enjoy!!
W/c:4.9k
Rating: 18 + / M
C/w: unimaginable cringe, horrendous spelling and grammar, switching of 1st, 2nd, and 3rd person, abduction, age gap, smut. Also, yes. We’re using main tags… because you ALLdeserve to suffer - LOL! ALSO, just so we’re all clear, this is obviously just a joke - a parody on Wattpad cringe.
Warnings: No edits, cursed writing, eating worms, greatlash mascara
WC: 888
A REAL A/n: Well- here it is: the worst thing I’ve ever written. I’m sorry and I love you. I will now forever have to live with the consequences of what I’ve done. Find the rest of the lovely fever dream collabhere. Ty @undermattsun for organizing this trash fire. Love u Miki and the rest of the whoreHme that is the server
Sachiro was an amazing boyfriend. He was my dream guy. Until he betrayed on me!!1!11! (a/n >.<) I couldn’t believe my life ended up like this, not in a million years… but maybe I should start from the beginning….
⩇⩇:⩇⩇PLOT — getting your hookup’s phone number — an easy task, although being high gets you the wrong number and a stranger’s confusing answer.
ushijima wakatoshi — billionaire. how’d you end up texting him from all people? he’s a man of a few words. a man who’s too busy to reciprocate your useless flirting attempts, too busy to concern himself with relationships.you can’t see through him. he’s stern and harsh. too stuck up for you.
curiosity killed the cat. it didn’t kill you,but it sure got youcaught up in the middle of something far more dangerous than you could’ve ever expected. the streets of tokyo hide dark secrets and the city you once knew turns into a long forgotten memory.
⩇⩇:⩇⩇ABOUT — billionaire/ceo ushijima (sm)au, female reader, humor, multiple plot twists, fake relationship, night life, alcohol and drug use, blood, dark & sensitive topics such as death, murder, abuse, torture, kidnap, violence, alcoholism, smut.
ADDITIONAL NOTES: not proofread pls leave feedback
‘you sure you wanna do this?’, hajime asked, pulling away from your lips.
you were straddling his lap, needy and breathless as you nodded eagerly, giving an experimental grind down onto his cock to assure him.
he hisses deep in his throat at the action, squeezing your hips to steady you.
‘just wanted to make sure’, he rasps out, toying with the loose fabric at the bottom of your loose tank top.
you bite you bottom lip, smiling nervously as you guide your hands over his, giving him the ok to undress your upper half.
he regains his initiative, remembering that he was the one leading youhere.
he tapped your thigh, a signal for you to get up. he laid you down on the bed, splaying your hair out beneath you as he kneeled above you.
‘up’, he mutters, grabbing the hem of your top and lifting it up and over your arms. his breath hitches as your tits came into view, immediately cupping one in his large hand.
you nipple perks up under the cool air as hajime thumbs at it, listening intently to your small noises.
he cooed at how bashful you looked, clad in only your pajama shorts. your head was turned to the side, cheeks flushed as he held your tits. your eyelashes were fluttering shut each time he prodded at your sensitive nipples.
he had half the mind the life, but the other half got the best of him as he lowered his mouth down to your nipple, giving it a kitten lick to test the waters.
you breath out shakily at the motion, your inexperienced body arching up at the touch.
he wraps his lips around the hardened bud, lapping his tongue against it. his hand comes up to squeeze the other between his thumb and forefinger.
your whimpers only egg him on to suck harder, teeth grazing against your areola every few seconds.
one of your hands splayed out against your neck, the other combing through the back of his head as he switched to coat your other nipples with his saliva and teeth marks.
‘hajime..’, you sighed out in pleasure, rubbing your thighs together as the aching between your thighs grew by the second.
he hums into your skin, trailing sloppy kisses down your rib cage and tummy, stopping below your navel where your shorts blocked him.
he lays his hands on your hips, thumbs rubbing reassuring circles into the sides of your tummy.
‘this ok?’, he asks, sinking down to his knees and grinding his erect cock against the front of your bed.
you tilt your head forward, nodding down at him with lidded eyes as you continue to grind your thighs against each other in an attempt to relieve the constant throbbing at your sex.
he kept his eyes on your tentatively as you pulls your flimsy shorts down your thighs, knees, calves, then around your ankles, placing them on the floor.
your intimate parts were clad with pale pink panties, making you look all the more innocent.
‘so fucking pretty’, hajime muttered, mostly to himself. his warm hands found themselves on the top of your thighs, massaging the fat of them gently.
he wet his lips with his tongue, cursing under his breath when he noticed the small wet patch forming at the front of your panties.
‘hajime’, you whined out, embarrassed at how deeply he was looking at you.
he shushes you, spreading your thighs apart to see more of your sticky wetness absorb the cheap cotton of your panties.
you tilt you head back up, staring at the roof as your mind raced a million miles a minute. what if you smelt bad? what if you were too tight? what if he didn’t like it? what if you couldn’t make him cum?
you failed to notice amongst your racing mind that iwaizumi’s eyes had flickered up to your face, watching as your brows subconsciously knitted together in worry.
he tapped your thigh, bringing you out of your trance of worries.
‘can i eat you out?’
five words which had your stomach bouncing from nervousness and excitement. your hips jolted up at his words, much to your dismay, as you rasped out a quiet ‘please’.
he chuckled softly, quickly looping his fingers under the waistband of your panties, slipping them down with the help of you lifting your hips up. they dangled around one of your ankles.
he looped his strong arms under your thighs, hooking them apart so there was no chance you could try and hide from him. your legs spread, and for the first time in your life, you were showing someone your pussy.
‘fuck’, iwaizumi groaned at the sight of your glistening folds. you were clenching around nothing, and he swore he could see your clit throbbing. there was sticky wetness plastered all over your inner thighs, and without thinking he went to lick it up.
your breath hitched, feeling him lick up the juncture between your inner thigh and cunt. his tongue was so close to where you needed it, yet so far.
you took in a shaky breath, bringing your hands down to grip his hair like you’d seen in the few porn videos you’d watched.
you tugged up gently, directing his tongue to your twinging sex where he eagerly started to lap your juices up.
your fingers fell from their grip in his hair, sighing out in pleasure as all your body parts relaxed like you had never felt before.
‘aaah,hajime’, you hiccuped out as he suckled your clit into his mouth. the pleasure was like nothing you had ever felt before, mouth wide open as wanton moans fell from your lips.
your back was writhing up and down, trying to find the angle where hajime’s mouth felt best. his thumbs pulled your pussylips apart so he was able to tongue fuck you, reaching places you could never with just your fingers.
hajime’s tastebuds were on fire as his tongue flopped around like a dying fish, his want for you was insatiable, he was insatiable.
the lewd squelches and slurps were almost as loud as your moans, but he wanted to make them even louder.
he pulled his tongue out of your hole, watching in a pussydrunk haze with lidded eyes as it fluttered in want.
‘nghh, daddy please’, you whimpered out, albeit the second word was more of a whisper.
if it was possible, hajime felt like the luckiest man in the world. he was the first one to make you feel like this. first and only, that’s for sure. there was no way anyone else was ever going to see you like this.
‘daddy’s got you sweetheart, you taste like heaven’, he admits aloud, teasing your clit by nosing at it.
‘to-touch me’, you begged, hips wiggling around in discomfort and neediness.
he listens to you, flicking his tongue out and against your clit at a slow pace, letting you enjoy the pleasure and relaxation at first.
one of his hands stretches your pussy to the side, the other resting just below it as he slips his middle finger in, wiggling it around to find your spongy spot.
he finds it in record time, knowing he has by the stutter in your moans, just before they became a notch louder.
he continues his menstruations on your clit, squeezing in his ring finger beside his middle one.
you hiss at the slight sting, quickly replaced by a moan and hajime starts to flick his tongue faster against your clit, stimulating you generously.
your hands curl up into fists as you feel the intimate pool of heat in your stomach grow, and you know you’re only a minute or so away from cumming.
'you close?’, hajime mutters, hot breath hitting your clit. you hum needily in response, lifting your hips up to signal him to continue.
he lays his tongue back down against your clit and begins to use the tip of it to flick up and down your clit at an alarmingly fast pace.
'oh!’, you moan out, bringing your hands to your nipples to stimulate yourself even more. you pinch them between your thumb and pointer finger, and you swear you have tears in your eyes from the amount of pleasure on your body.
'gonna cum!’, you shriek out helplessly, back snapping back in an arch as hajime curls his fingers into your sweet spot and grazes your clit with his teeth. your hips thrash against the bed as you chase your orgasm, and he continues to press down on that one spot inside of you.
you let out a big, shaky exhale as your hips flop back down. your legs feel like jelly and you’re sure almost every inch of your skin is covered in a thin layer of sweat.
a small groan of discomfort leaves your lips as he pulls his fingers out, and you feel him lie down next to you. your eyes flutter open, looking at him for the first time in what feels like forever.
his lips are wet and shiny and covered with your fluids and juices. his cheeks are flushed a pretty pink and his eyes are clouded over with lust. his dark green eyes are locked onto yours, and you can’t look away when he slips the same two fingers that were inside you moments ago, into his mouth.
he makes a show of letting his mouth squelch, licking up every last drop of your essence before pulling them out of his mouth, using them to tilt your chin up.
'you still want me to fuck you?’, he asks with such bluntness that you forget why you were here in the first place.
you nod, eyes wide with want. he tuts, bringing his mouth down to your neck, just below your ear.
‘gotta hear you say it baby’, he whispers huskily into your ear, climbing back over you.
you bring your hand to the back of his neck, cupping it gently as you bring your mouth to hisear.
‘please, fuck me hajime’, you beg into his ear shyly.
he doesn’t respond, rather sits up as he pulls the grey tank top over his head, revealing his toned and muscled abdomen to you.
you gulp at the sight, your top teeth sinking into your bottom lip as he makes work of his briefs too.
you can’t help the small gasp that leaves your lips when you see how hard he is.
his cock slaps against his stomach, and it’s harder than you’ve ever seen it before (not that you’ve seen it too many times).
the tip is an angry red, leaking with pre cum as he pumps the base, spreading your legs apart.
your breath starts to labour as your knees fall apart, hands folding together and resting on your upper stomach.
he guides his cock to your pussy, tapping the head of it against your clit.
‘gonna put it in now, ok?’, he says, shifting his weight onto his left arm as his right hand cups your cheek and strokes it with his thumb.
you nod, muttering out a meek ‘ok’, as you gulp in anticipation and fear.
he grabs the root of his cock, taking in a deep breath as he starts to push the head of his cock inside of you.
it pops in easily, no doubt due to the work of his mouth and tongue earlier. you’re clenching around him hard, pupils dilated as you take the time to admire his handsome face.
you bring one of your hands to his shoulder, gripping it tightly as he pushes more of himself inside of you. he’s biting on his tongue to retrain himself from shoving the rest of himself in.
‘sotight’, he groans, pushing another few inches in. half of his cock was inside you now, and your legs were trembling as you tried your best to keep them open wide.
‘hajime’, you moaned quietly, lifting your hips up. you wanted him, all of him inside of you now.
‘put the rest in’, you pleaded, eyes wide and lips in a small pout. his eyes meet yours, jaw clenched.
‘you sure?’, he asked, letting the last bit of self restraint he had go.
you nod eagerly, lashes fluttering bashfully as he sheathes the rest of his cock inside of you, balls slapping against your asscheeks.
‘shit’, he moans, bringing his head to rest in the junction between your neck and collarbone.
your mouth is wide open, eyes squeezed shut as the sound of your angelic moans and whimpers filled the room.
you’d never felt so fucking full before. the tip of his cock was pressing in just the right spot which had you writhing and pathetically thrashing your pelvis upwards against his own.
‘move, please’, you whisper out brokenly, you’re not even sure if he could hear you.
he does, and lifts his head up, placing a quick sloppy kiss on both of your cheeks. he grips your waist, pulling his cock out of you slowly, before slamming back in, letting himself chase his pleasure.
you whine out lowly at the sensation, gripping his shoulders harshly. the sensation only eggs him on to fuck you harder, and he does.
his dick is covered in a translucent liquid, making it even easier for him to slip himself in and out of you.
each time he jabs his cock back in, his cockhead presses against a spot deep inside of you which has your clit twitching and vocal chords vibrating as you beg for more.
you’re crying out chants of his name over and over as your eyeballs roll to the back of your head in pleasure.
one of his hands snakes down to rub at your clit, and you’re creaming around his cock without even realising.
your pussy is wrapped around him like superglue, sucking him in as he uses every fibre of his body to keep fucking you through your orgasm and not cumming inside of you.
you’re basically a ragdoll as he keeps hitting that one spot inside of you, letting you ride out your orgasm as long as you can.
there’s tears falling from your lash line as you let out one last shaky moan, before your body falls limp, concluding possibly the biggest orgasm you’ve ever had, and will have.
he slowly pulls his cock out, using your cum as lube as he quickly starts to pump himself at the same pace he was fucking you mere seconds ago.
it doesn’t take long for him to spray his cum all over your stomach, some reaching your underboob. his eyes are locked on your lewd expression, eyes misty with tears and relief.
he throws his head back and let’s put a small groan as the rest of his seed splatters all over your tits, making your nipples perk up.
his now soft cock hangs down as he sits on the edge of the bed for a few moments, catching his breath.
stepping up, he walks over to your closet to grab you one of his old t shirts and briefs which he quickly dressed himself with.
he grabs a towel and washcloth from his nightstand, crawling over next to you.
‘was i good?’, you ask, grabbing the towel to clean your tummy and boobs with.
he wipes the sweat from your forehead with the washcloth, smirking down at you.
‘you were perfect baby. so good for me’, he praises you, watching how you blush and keen underneath him.
he grabs another old t shirt, this time for you to wear as he dresses you, much to your dismay.
‘i can dress myself, hajime’, you pout as your head pops up through the neck hole of the shirt.
‘just rest, my sweet’, he says, tucking you in and chucking the towels into the laundry hamper next to the bed.
he strokes your forehead for a bit, admiring your relaxed expression until he’s almost sure you’re asleep.
‘i love you’, he whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple before stepping up, tip toeing to the door so he could go start dinner.
‘hajime?’, you croak out, lifting an eyelid as he turns around in surprise, expecting you to be dozing off.
‘yeah?’
‘i’m glad you were my first’, you say, giving him a sleepy smile.
his tongue pokes into the corner of his cheek, filled his gratitude and wondering how we got so blessed with you.
‘me too baby. i’ll be your first and only.’
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you’re constantly being bugged by your parents to get in a relationship and suna needs to be married to get his inheritance. already being close friends, he poses that you two both get married to get your parents off your backs. this arrangement would’ve been easy and simple if you hadn’t fell in love with him, despite him being in a real committed relationship.
pairing : suna x fem!reader
genre & tropes : angst, very 18+, unrequited love, marriage of convenience
warnings : toxic relationships, cheating, toxic parents (+ more to be announced)
summary: visiting your parents while home from college should be stress free, unfortunately when you’re 25 and not even dating anyone that’s all your parents can even talk about.
warnings: NSFW, dom!suga, lil degrading…. lotta praise!
word count: 4498
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This was your worst nightmare. Never in a million years did you think that you were stupid enough to do it, but here you are. Running for your life to the gym where your best friends were practicing, praying to gods that Daichi is strict about no one being on their phones. Because while you were taking very… not school appropriate photos… you accidentally sent one to your best friend, Koushi Sugawara. You didn’t live too far from the school, so you were hoping that by the time you got to the gym that the boys would still be practicing. You could take Suga’s phone, delete the photo, and act like nothing happened.
warnings: NSFW, dom!suga, lil degrading…. lotta praise!
word count: 4498
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This was your worst nightmare. Never in a million years did you think that you were stupid enough to do it, but here you are. Running for your life to the gym where your best friends were practicing, praying to gods that Daichi is strict about no one being on their phones. Because while you were taking very… not school appropriate photos… you accidentally sent one to your best friend, Koushi Sugawara. You didn’t live too far from the school, so you were hoping that by the time you got to the gym that the boys would still be practicing. You could take Suga’s phone, delete the photo, and act like nothing happened.
That was the best case scenario. What actually happened was that you barged into the gym to see the boys cleaning up. Your eyes skimmed the room madly, looking for Suga. Tanaka and Noya ran over to you, but you completely ignored them. Instead you asked where Suga was, desperation in your tone.
“Last I saw he was in the equipment room with Hinata,” Noya said, pointing at the closet across the gym, “I see Hinata’s hair, so if he’s not there you could ask him?”
“Thanks!” you yelled as you took off towards the closet. Daichi looked at you suspiciously as you ran, wanting to call out to you. He didn’t, however, because you had this insane look in your eyes and he definitely didn’t want to be the one to stop you in the middle of this. When you got to the door and looked into the small room, you saw that there was only Hinata inside. He smiled at you, but it quickly vanished when he saw the panic in your expression.
“Are you okay, Y/N?” Hinata asked worriedly, stepping towards you.
“No time,” you panted, “Where is Suga?”
“Changing I think?” he said in a questioning tone. You nodded, taking off once more.
You were very aware of the eyes on you at the moment. The entire team wanted to know what was happening, but you wouldn’t stop running. You couldn’t. You had to get to him before he checked his phone. So, despite the exhaustion creeping in your legs, you ran as fast as you could.
Finally, you made it to the changing room. You didn’t think twice as you swung the door open, “Suga!”
Silence. He was there. Standing right in front of you. He was sitting down…
With his phone in his hand.
“No,” you cried out, trying to take the phone from his hands. He just looked at you with wide eyes. He moved the phone away from your reach, standing up so he could hold it over you.
“I have a feeling you didn’t mean to send me that,” he quipped, looking down at you with an amused smile.
“Stop smiling at me, you jerk!” you whined, jumping up in an attempt to reach the phone, “It was an accident!”
“You were in my jersey,” he grinned, looking up at the photo once more.
Defeat. That’s all you felt. Utter defeat.
You fell to your knees in exhaustion, dropping your face in your hands, “Can we pretend it didn’t happen please?”
He looked down at you with a soft smile before handing you the phone, “Here,” he said softly, “Delete it.”
You looked up at him in surprise, “Really?”
“Yeah,” he chuckled, allowing you to take it from his hands, “You didn’t mean to send it. I’m not going to keep it if you don’t want me to.” He sunk down to his knees in front of you, a warm smile on his face. He watched you as you deleted it, a small inch of relief taking you over.
“Thank you,” you whispered, keeping your head down as you handed his phone back to him, “Can we pretend that it didn’t happen?”
He was silent for a moment before he finally answered, “No. No I don’t think so.”
You flinched slightly, your frown growing deeper, “It was an accident, Suga.”
He nodded, shoving his phone back into his pocket, “I understand that you sending it was an accident, but-” his hand reached out to your chin, slowly lifting your face up until your eyes met his, “wearing my jersey? That wasn’t an accident, was it?”
“No,” you whispered, stunned by the look in his eyes.
“Didn’t think so,” he grinned, “Who were you going to send it to?”
“No one. I was just- I just wanted to take a photo.”
“In my jersey? With my name across your back?” his voice was deep, slightly strained. It was as if remembering the photo, picturing the way your half naked body looked as you sat on your knees, legs spread open to show your lacy black underwear… seriously affected him. His thumb gently brushed your cheek, “What else have you done while wearing my jersey?”
Your face turned bright red, making Suga chuckle. You wanted to lie. Say that the photo was the only thing you had done, but he knew you better than that. He would know you were lying.
“I guess that answers my question, doesn’t it?” he grinned happily, standing up from the ground. You watched him curiously, but he didn’t speak. He just stuck out his hand to help you off the ground.
“You’re not angry, are you?” you asked sheepishly, not brave enough to look him in the eyes.
“Definitely not angry, Y/N,” he answered you, “I don’t think anybody would be angry about that.” You sighed a breath of relief, thankful that you weren’t going to be lectured. He smiled down at you, ruffling your hair slightly.
“Okay so since that’s dealt with,” you laughed awkwardly, looking down at your feet, “I’m going to go home now. And drown myself in embarrassment.” You turned to leave, but Suga stopped you by holding onto your wrist.
“You’re not leaving just yet,” he smiled, stepping towards you. His free hand cradled the back of your neck, moving it to where you were looking up at him, “We-”
He was abruptly cut off by Hinata and Kageyama bursting into the room. When they saw the position Suga was holding you in, it was almost as if they froze in midair. You smiled sheepishly at the boys, pulling yourself away from Suga. Begrudgingly he let you go, looking at the two boys with a glare.
“I’m gonna go home, okay?” you smiled up at Suga, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“I’ll walk you home, just let me finish getting ready okay?” you nodded at him, squeezing past the two first years to get out of the door.
“I’ll be in the gym waiting okay? I wanna say hi to Kiyoko.”
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The walk back to your house was strangely quiet. Normally you and Suga talk the entire way there and occasionally he’d come in and hang with you just to talk about whatever weird topic the two of you could land on. But today he was silent. You knew that sending the photo was going to make things a little awkward, but he won’t even look at you right now.
When you finally made it to your door, he smiled at you. It was the first time he even acknowledged you since you left school.
“Are you wanting to come in today?” you asked shyly, “I could make something to eat? I’m sure you’re hungry after practice today.”
He thought for a moment, almost unsure if he should actually follow you, “Yeah I’d like that. We should talk about the whole thing anyways, right?”
You laughed a little, opening the door and allowing him in, “I would actually rather us not talk about it.” He chuckled, kicking off his shoes and placing them beside yours. You removed your jacket and hung it over the coat rack beside the door before turning to take Suga’s to do the same. When you reached out for his jacket, you saw that he was staring at you with his lips slightly parted.
“Are you okay?” you asked cautiously.
“You’re wearing it now?” he asked in a strained tone, his eyes trailing down your body. You could almost hear his thoughts, wondering if you had the other item of clothing still on as well.
“Y-Yeah… I took them today. When I accidentally sent it, I ran straight to you.”
“Them?” he repeated, looking into your eyes, “You took more than one?”
When you nodded, he shivered. He wanted to see them. Better yet…
He wanted more than just a photo of it.
“Dammit, Y/N,” he whispered, dropping his jacket to the floor and stepping up to you. You stepped back in surprise, your eyes never leaving his.
“A-Are you okay?” you asked him, “I can take it off?”
“I’d like that, but not in the way you’re thinking.”
Your eyebrows furrowed, “Not in the-”
Suddenly, he had your back against the door and your legs around his waist, “Get it now?”
You did, but that isn’t what you said, “I don’t. I guess I’m a slow learner.”
Suga chuckled, dropping his head against your neck and brushing his lips against its curve, “I guess I’ll have to explain it, huh?”
“I guess you do,” you choked, moving your head slightly to give him more access of your skin.
“I want you,” he murmured before pressing a soft kiss to your neck, “I want you right now. In every single way you will let me. I want to see you underneath me, on top of me, or pressed up against every single wall in this house.”
His hands were tightly gripping your ass, keeping you against the door. With every sentence and pause, he would place single kisses on your warm skin.
“I want you,” he paused once more, looking into your eyes this time, “tied up, wearing nothing but my jersey, begging for me.”
“What if I say I want that too?” you asked him, lifting your hands off his shoulders and threading them through his hair, “What if I said I wanted you to spoil me?”
“Do you?” he asked, a hint of insecurity in his eyes. You just smiled at him and nodded. A soft groan left his lips. He didn’t answer you verbally, instead he just pressed himself forward and took your lips in his. You reacted immediately, tugging his hair to keep him against you. He didn’t keep you there for long. He pulled you off the door and led the two of you to your room, already knowing where it was since he had spent so much time here before. Your parents weren’t around much anymore so Suga would come over and spend weekends with you to make sure you were safe. So when he reached your bedroom door, he just about kicked it in.
“Please don’t break my house,” you giggle against his lips. He doesn’t say anything in response, instead moving his lips down to your neck. He sat the two of you down on your bed, keeping you on his lap. Finally able to use his hands without being afraid of dropping you, he cradled your neck once more. Just like he did when Kageyama and Hinata interrupted you. He didn’t waste a single moment in pulling your lips to his, kissing you harshly. You’d always seen Suga as someone soft and sweet, but right now he wasn’t able to pull himself back. Right now he wanted to break you.
His fingers threaded themselves through your hair, holding onto the roots and tugging greedily. When a thrilling moan left your lips, it was as if he was lit on fire. That’s what he was searching for. That’s exactly what he wanted to hear. “Fuck,” he muttered, feeling you begin to grind against him. Stuttered moans left his lips, “God I am going to wreck you, do you know that?”
“I’m looking forward to it,” you whispered against his lips before pressing your palms against his shoulders to make him lay onto his back. He happily followed your orders, allowing you to be the dominant one. Just for a little bit.
His hands crept into your jersey, his jersey. Slowly, his fingertips skimmed along the flesh of your sides, finding their way to your bra. Soft sighs left your lips as you stayed straddling him, Arousal formed between your legs as he teasingly rubbed circles around your clothed nipple, causing your breathing to go heavy. “Koushi,” you whispered needily, grinding your hips down onto him.
Red. That’s all he saw when you moaned his name. He wanted to hear it again. He wanted to hear you say it louder. He wanted you to scream it on the top of your lungs with his hand wrapped around your throat. He craved it.
He bundled the jersey up in his palms, lifting it over your head as carefully as he could. Though he did say he wanted you in only his jersey, he needed all of you exposed to him now. Once the shirt was removed, he flipped you onto the bed, crawling over you and taking your lips with his. With one hand, he undid your bra and helped you slip it off of your breasts, throwing it across the room without a single care. His hand reached up, grabbing onto your newly exposed breast. As he was grinding against you, he circled his thumb around your nipple. You gasped as his fingers grasped the perked center, softly playing with it between his thumb and index finger. When your mouth opened in a gasp, he took the chance to deepen the kiss.
“More,” you whined as he pulled his lips away from yours momentarily.
“Anything for you, princess,” he whispered with a sweet smile, his fingers abandoning your nipple and repositioning themselves a lot lower. He was barely touching you. There was no pressure being applied to the area, but just feeling the ghostly touch of his fingertips over your pussy caused you to moan excitedly.
“Please Koushi,” you whined, writhing uncomfortably underneath him, “I need you, please!”
“Good girl,” he smiled brightly, kissing your lips sweetly before unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them off of your feet, discarding them at the end of the bed. He didn’t come back to hover over you, instead he stayed sitting on your legs, keeping you pressed to the bed.
His eyes greedily took in the sight of your nearly bare body, “God you’re beautiful.”
“Compliments later,” you whined, your hips lifting in protest of his delay, “Touch me, please.”
“Patience, baby,” he shushed you, a wicked smile on his face. He let his fingers softly trace the damp fabric covering your pussy. Whimpers left your mouth as his touch only intensified your arousal. He looked up at you as he applied a small amount of pressure, watching to see your reaction.
“Koushi please,” you cried as your back arched, small tears forming in your eyes, “Please I can’t take it anymore.”
He looked at you and shook his head, “You will take what I give you when I give it to you. Stop being a brat, Y/N.”
You weren’t sure what it was about what he said, but your stomach turned into knots. Your legs instinctively squeezed together at his words, excitement pooling between them. Suga looked up at you in slight surprise, not expecting someone as sweet as you to like being talked to like that.
“Oh this is gonna be fun,” he whistled, staring down lustfully at your disheveled body. His fingertips slowly slid off your underwear, discarding them thoughtlessly. The sight of you completely bare underneath him caused him to pause. The way you were breathless just by his touch. You were absolutely beautiful.
“Suga,” you whimpered at the lack of contact. He looked down at you, finally leaving the daze he was in. He looked at you expectantly, wanting to hear you use your words. You whined and reached for his hand, attempting to drag his body down to yours. However, he didn’t budge. He stayed above you, a devilish smirk on his beautiful lips.
“Beg.”
“Excuse me?” you asked, baffled by his demand.
“You heard me,” he chuckled, “I want you to beg for me to touch you.”
Tears formed at the ends of your eyes, desperation sweeping its way through your entire body. You didn’t want to beg, you didn’t want to sound so desperate. But you were. You needed this more than you needed to breathe. You got a taste of his touch and now it was being cruelly dangled right out of your reach. You could have it, all of it… at the price of just a little pride.
“Koushi, please touch me,” you whimpered pathetically, “I need you.”
A shiver shocked Suga’s spine at your words. He wasn’t sure if it was the use of his first name, the confession, or the way your voice seeped out with so much helpless desperation. Whatever it was, he liked it a lot. So much that he dipped his head down between your opened thighs. His tongue expertly dove between your folds, collecting the juices his actions had compiled. Your back arched as a lusty scream erupted from your lips. Suga shrunk against the mattress, wrapping his arms around your thighs and flattening his palms against your stomach to push you back against the mattress. Your fingertips twirled between his silver locks, keeping him pressed against your heat. His tongue circled your swollen clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body.
“Suga,” you called out desperately, feeling a small knot beginning to form in your stomach. But it fell dim as his actions ceased. You looked down at him and almost whined at the loss of stimulation, but you fell silent when you saw the look in his eyes. His hand slowly slid up your stomach and chest, all the way up to cupping your throat. You whimpered at the feeling, not completely sure how you felt about it. Suga’s face appeared in front of yours, an almost cold look in his eyes. You shivered in excitement.
“Now princess,” he mumbled, increasing the pressure on your throat, “I’m gonna need you to remember my name, okay?”
You nodded feebly, not once looking away from his eyes, “Yes, sir.” Your face turned bright red at your words, but before you could correct yourself, Suga went on to speak.
“God, you look so cute with my hand around your neck.”
Oh
“Fuck me,” you said breathlessly. Suga chuckled at your request, but he wasn’t going to turn you down. Not when you were looking at him the way you were.
“Anything for my princess,” he smiles, kissing the tip of your nose. It scrunched up at the contact, causing the both of you to smile. Suga moved his hand off of your neck and onto the hem of his shirt, pulling it off on him. You watched with a mesmerized smile, ready to become familiar with his entire body. When his hands reached for his belt, you stopped him.
“Can I?” you ask shyly. He looked up at you surprised, but nods anyways.
You lay him on his back, moving to straddle his waist. You begin with his lips, pecking them sweetly. Suga looked up at you with cloudy eyes and a goofy grin. Slowly, you moved your lips across his neck, collarbones, chest, and hips. He watched you kissing his flesh, showing appreciation and care for every bit of his body. Regardless of insecurity or flaw, you showed him you loved each bit of it. You unbuckled his jeans and pulled them and his underwear down. You carefully removed them from his body and placed them on the floor. You kissed up his thighs, smiling against them. When you got up to his fully erect cock, you bit your lip and looked into his eyes. He watched you with so many different emotions in his eyes. But when you placed a small kiss on the tip of his cock, the lust shone brightest. You slid your tongue up the side of it, never once losing eye contact. When you reached the top, you shifted your head over and took him into your mouth. Suga gasped needily, his hand gripping your hair. You took him slowly, not too sure just how much you could take. You had never done this before. I mean, you did okay at the dentist? Doesn’t that count for something?
Before you could do too much, Suga’s grip on your hair tightened. He yanked you up, sitting up in the process and kissing your lips harshly. You wrapped your legs around his waist, looking at him with a confused pout.
“I know, sweetheart,” he cooed, kissing your forehead, “But I’m impatient. And if you do that, I might give in a little too early.”
You giggled at his words and nodded, kissing his cheek sweetly. You watched him as he reached inside your dresser, pulling out the box of condoms your mother had bought you a few weeks ago as a joke. Seeing that Suga was coming over all the time, she thought it would be best to have protection at the house. She didn’t listen to the two of them when they were desperately trying to explain nothing was going on between them. It was a good thing she didn’t listen to them. You watched him as he ripped off the wrapper and slowly slid the condom onto himself. When he was finished, the two of you looked at each other in the eyes. You looked at him so nervously, but not Suga. Suga just smiledat you, caressing the side of your face and pulling it closer to his. He attached his lips with yours, moving elegantly alongside yours. But as the seconds went by, the two of you got hungrier. He flipped the two of you around, placing you on your back. He pushed your knees up against your chest before aligning himself with your entrance. You thought you would be scared at this moment, but you had no reason to be. Not when Suga was looking down into your eyes and telling you ever-so-sweetly that it’ll be okay, that if you wanted to stop they could, that he thought you were absolutely beautiful.
Slowly, he inserted himself. A gruff moan left his lips at the feeling of being inside of you. Your walls were shifting to make room for him. He opened his eyes to look down at you. You lay beneath him, your cheeks bright red and your lips parted. Your eyes were closed in pleasure as soft moans crept from your lips with every short breath.
“God you’re just so beautiful.” he whispered, taking in this sight. He wished he could take a picture so he could remember this always.
“Koushi,” you replied in a small tone, “I think I love you.”
“I think you’re gonna love me a lot more in a minute, princess.”
Without another word, he bottomed out inside of you. A shrill of pleasure and pain tumbled out your mouth at his actions. He loved the way you sounded when you called out for him. He slowly thrusted inside of you, coming all the way out just to repeat the motion. Feeling you pussy cling against him as he entered you became his favorite feeling in the world.
“You take me so well, princess.”
“It’s too much,” you whimpered.
“You’re being such a good girl for me,” he assured you, brushing your hair back as your body attempted to move closer into his.
“Koushi please,” you whimpered, unsure of how much more you could take.
“Keep being a good girl for me,” he whispered, “I know you can take it.”
You nodded, trusting him. He smiled down at you and continued his slow thrusts. You whimpered and whined at the feeling, enjoying the feeling of him inside of you. Soon the pain subsided and was replaced with pure, unadulterated pleasure. Feeling your body grow comfortable with his pace, Suga allowed one of your legs to fall against the bed, taking the other to wrap around his waist. He thrusted faster into you, using his free hand to massage your clit. The added simulation caused you to writhe against him, mewls of pleasure echoing in the empty house.
“Such a good girl,” he cooed, slamming his hips into you harshly. You yelped at the pain, “You like it when I fuck you like a whore, princess?”
Your walls clenched at the words, giving Suga the answer to his question.
“Answer me,” his voice was sharp and demanding.
“Yes sir,” you whimpered in response.
“You’re so cute,” he chuckled, flipping you onto your stomach and pulling you up onto your knees. He aligned himself behind you, inserting back into you without any warning. When your back arched, Suga reached forward and grabbed onto your throat, pulling your back up against his chest. He fucked you ruthlessly, keeping his hand wrapped around your pretty throat. He listened to every plea, every cry, and every helpless desperate moan that he was able to draw out of your body. He loved the way he could make someone as sweet and innocent as you cry out like a filthy slut. He loved that you trusted him that much with your body.
He allowed his free hand to roam the front of your body, massaging your perked nipples.
“Koushi, I’m gon-”
You didn’t even finish what you were going to say before he pushed you face down onto the mattress, holding onto your hips tightly as he began to mercilessly slam himself into you. You cried out as loudly as you could into the pillow, feeling your orgasm coming closer. There was no way you could hold it back longer, not with the way he was drilling into you. But when Suga reached forward and grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking it back but keeping your chest to the bed with his free hand. The added feeling just made your body snap. You cried out his name as your walls began to clench and unclench around him. He rode out your high with you, greedily taking in all the sounds you made.
“Koushi,” you whimpered, your body basically going limp beneath him. You looked back at him with bleary eyes, your orgasm still racking through your body. The spent look on your face was all he needed. Seeing that he had made you feel like that caused his thrusts to sputter, releasing himself into the condom. He moaned out your name as he rode out his high before finally dropping down beside you on the bed. He effortlessly removed the condom, tied it and threw it in the trash beside your bed before turning and pulling your naked body into his.
Kuroo has been eyeing you ever since you took a step on this jeepney, not gonna lie. But it seems that the feeling is mutual as you cannot strip off your eyes off of him as well. Could this be fate? Kuroo’s hopeful mind thought. Should he give it a try?
Sitting at least two meters away from you you, he shows his right hand that formed an ‘o’. You furrowed your brows, confused of his intentions. Not until Kuroo raised his left and right hand, mouthing the word 'nine’.
This was enough for you to realize that he was trying to give you his number. You took your phone in haste, directing yourself to the memo. Now ready to take down the phone number Kuroo mutters.
Kuroo kept on showing his phone number through his fingers. Zero…nine…two…seven…three…five…three…nine-
“DIVISORIA!” The driver screamed in case if any passengers are to drop on Divisoria.
Your eyes widened upon realizing that you just passed by your stop because you were busy deducing this stranger’s number. You glance at him with an apologetic smile as you go down the jeepney. Maybe, some other time. Maybe, you’d get to meet the strange man for the second time. Not now, though. You’re running late and you just passed by your stop.
Kuroo, on the other hand, utters a crispy, “Putangina, ang lapit na sana.” on his seat.
When you asked the blond one of the twins about the whereabouts of the other one, you already expected Atsumu’s answer to be, “At the gym.”
What you didn’t expect was the second sentence. “He’s not pursuing volleyball after graduating so he’s saying ‘goodbye’.”
Why?You asked yourself as you are on your way to the familiar gym. Why wouldn’t he when he has the potential?
You stopped walking as soon as you are in front of the gym. The doors are wide open, allowing you to see Osamu all by himself. He’s dribbling a volleyball in his left, his right pressing the screen of his phone.
If you were so eager to meet and talk to him earlier, now you feel like chickening out. Looking at his demeanor, his gray head popping out with his maroon jacket, his entire body screams he doesn’t want to talk to anyone.
Gathering all the courage, you cleared your throat, announcing your arrival, “Osamu,” you called his name as you dramatically walked. Internally patting yourself for being able to sound composed.
He stops dribbling and catches the ball with one hand. He lifts head to see you going near him. He resumes to dribbling again as he kept his phone on his pocket.
“Y/N,” he replied. Monotonous. Slightly bothered that maybe you are an unwanted guest.
You placed your hands on your back, “Practicing?” You asked, even though you knew why he was here.
“Nah,” he replied before throwing the ball into the air. He took a few steps back as if preparing. He runs towards the falling ball. He jumps midair and he slaps the ball with his expert palm. The ball slices through the air at a fast speed.
You hear the ball dribbling at the distant after his blow, but you did not take your eyes off from Osamu, “Why are you here then?”
Osamu places his hands on his nape, his left foot swinging casually, “I came here to say goodbye.”
You scrunched your nose. You already heard of this from his twin but it still stings when you hear it from him himself, “Goodbye?” You asked, ridiculed.
“Yeah,” he said, nonchalantly, “I won’t be pursuing volleyball.”
“But…why?” You asked him, “Don’t you love it?” You asked him.
He has never shown it but you knew deep inside volleyball holds a special place in his heart. You couldn’t even compete against it during the duration of your relationship. So why? Why is he…giving up?
The mere thought of it irritates you, making you furrow your brows.
Osamu shrugged, his eyes looking distant, “Just because,” he sounded as if he’s not even paying attention which irritates you more.
“’Just because’? Now that’s some bull. I know you love volleyball. And when you love something, you shouldn’t stop doing it!” You blurted out in frustration, slightly panting with the sudden raise of your voice and temper.
Now this took Osamu’s attention. He looks at you slowly, wide-eyed, jaw slightly dropped as he slowly put his hands down. He walks the distance between you two with intimidating steps which made you took a step back.
“What did you say?” He asked in a tone that seemed like barely patient, “I shouldn’t stop doing something I love?”
You gulped whatever it was that was stuck in your throat. Your eyes slightly wavering the staring contest between yours and his that are intimidating.
“Then…” Osamu inhaled a handful of air, puffing his chest, “Then why did you made me stop loving you?”
Before you could even speak, he walks pass you, reaching towards the volleyball so he can leave.
POV: You posted your “important” opinion on Twitter which triggered the rising young adult entrepreneur, Osamu Miya, with your tweet about isaw >=]]]] (Filo!Haikyuu)
Warnings: cheating, angst (but with happy ending for Y/N)
Synopsis: In which Tsukishima made a mistake he will regret for the rest of his life.
It had been so long when that fateful night happened. The night when you caught Tsukishima, your fiancé of three years, sleeping on your shared bed with another woman. Tsukishima can never forget the morbid look etched onto your face, the way your tears fell from those beautiful eyes he so loved or even the way you slipped your engagement ring and threw it on his face. He would never forget as long as he lives. He wondered, back then, if he didn’t took you for granted, if he didn’t spend his time that night drinking with another woman, while you, his fiancée was working your ass out on your internship, would it be you who’s with him as of present? Would it be you embracing him? A lot of questions, regrets flooded his mind, because after all those years, he still believes you’re his “the one”, but he fucked up big time.
The night it happened was when you were out late due to your internship, it was raining hard the moment you went out of the building. You were so worried why Tsukishima never replied to your texts nor chats saying that you will be going home late instead of going home the next day. You hurriedly went home, but the moment you opened the front door, a pair of heels that definitely did not belong to you greeted you. Trembling, you slowly walked towards the bedroom, the sight that unfolded in front of your eyes made you gasp which startled the two naked person sleeping on the bed. Tsukishima’s eyes went wide the moment it landed on your shocked state. A shiver ran down his spine as he hurriedly stood up and plucked his clothes from the floor and started to run after you. “Y/N wait! I-I can explain!” yet a loud slap was your only response and you harshly pulled the ring from your finger and threw it on his face. Tears won’t stop falling from your eyes as you ran back outside to the cold rain. Your hands were still shaking when you pulled out your phone and called someone. “H-Hello? C-Can you please pick me up?”
It had been a week after you left, your cousin, Bokuto came to pack your things. Despite Bokuto being a big ball of sunshine, he tried his hardest not to punch Tsukishima the moment he opened the door and let him in. When Tsukki asked him where you were, all he got was a death glare as Bokuto said, “Why the hell would you care?”. After packing your things, Bokuto left and Tsukishima stood by the door clenching his fist over the engagement ring you once wore in his jacket pocket. Tsukishima wondered where you were or how were you but you blocked him in all your social media accounts, even told all your friends not to tell him where you were or who you are with. You just want to cut all ties with him.
What happened that night was a one time thing yet Taukki exchanged it for something he could have for the rest of his life. He truly loved you, but he missed your warmth, your embrace, your touch, you. What he could have was a forever with you but he lost it in a blink of an eye just because he can’t keep it in his pants. He could’ve fought for you, beg you to comeback and forgive him, yet four months later after the dreadful incident, his mistress showed up telling him she was pregnant with his child. He felt his world suddenly stopped, it was over for him, it was over for the both of you. Although he dreamed of this to happen but not with this woman, he wanted you. He wanted you to bear his children, he wanted to build a family with you, not with someone whom he never truly loved.
And as Tsukishima’s world crumbled at his feet, yours on the other hand, starts anew. With the help of your dear cousin and his best friend, you were slowly picking up yourself and putting back your broken pieces altogether. Bokuto and Akaashi were there to be your emotional support. They were present at times when you were blaming yourself for what happened, telling you that you didn’t do anything wrong. Proving to you that you were more than enough and that Tsukishima was an asshole who took you for granted. He was blind to see that the most perfect person for him was already in front of his eyes yet he chose to cheat on you, to hurt you and to break you. But with Bokuto and Akaashi by your side, you slowly accepted the fact that whatever was in between you and Tsukishima was over. And it was time to forget and move forward. They never left you, in smiles or in tears they were there for you. They never let you feel alone or unloved. They were sure to put you back on your feet. “Kou, do you think I could… Y-you know…” you trailed off. “If you could love again?” Bokuto finishes what you were trying to say. “Y-yeah..” you shyly admitted. Bokuto beamed at you in response. “Of course!” He shook your shoulders enthusiastically, “Well, you know Y/N, I do believe that there is someone meant for each of us!” He states, discreetly eyeing his raven head friend from across the room. “You juat have to open your eyes and your heart. Maybe the one for your is just around the corner!” And you believe everything he said.
Five years later, Tsukishima’s life was a mess, living with a woman whom he only shares a child with was not what he dreamed of. He never truly loved the woman he ended up with. And despite his life being a mess, he cared so much about his lovely daughter, who became his light and the rock that grounded him. But even at that point he couldn’t stop thinking what would it feel if you were the mother of the child he loved so much. “Kei something came for you this morning.” His wife called as she handed him an elegant looking envelope. “I think its an invitation by the looks of it.” she added. Tsukishima put his sleeping daughter gently on the bed and took the envelope from his wife. Its an invitation, as a matter of fact, it was an invitation to Bokuto’s engagement party next week. A thought crossed his mind, would you be there too? It had been so long since he heard anything about you. There’s one way to find out.
The party was lavish. After all it was an engagement party of one of the famous pro-volleyball athletes . Everyone were on their best tuxedos and dresses. Tsukki spotted Bokuto on the other side of the hall, greeting some of the guests with his soon-to-be bride by his side. He scans the event hall, hoping to find you, and as he was about to turn, there you were standing, looking like a goddess of Olympus as you talked to Yamaguchi. His body moved before his mind could process everything and he started walking towards you, startling his wife who was clinging like a leech onto his arm. He greeted Yamaguchi first and then he faced you. “Hi Y/N.”. you smiled at him and greeted him back “Hello Tsukishima-san.” He felt a pang in his chest at how his last name rolled out of your tongue. He felt his wife tighten her grip onto his arm and that didn’t go unoticed to you and Yamaguchi. She extended her free hand to you as she introduced herself smugly, “Hello! I’m Aiko, Kei’s wife”. You only stared at her extended hand as Yamaguchi cleared his throat and turned to Aiko, half-heartedly laughing as he said “We know, Aiko-chan!”, she laughed nervously as she lowered her hand in defeat. Tsukishima was about to snap at his wife when someone approached your group and interwined their hand onto yours. Your face automatically lit up when you saw who it was.
“Keiji!”
The way how Akaashi held you close made Tsukishima’s stomach churn. It made his blood boil despite knowing he doesn’t have the right to. “Hey.” You had that look in your eyes in a same way how you looked at Tsukishima when you were together before, full of love and adoration. “Am I interrupting something?” Akaashi asked as he returned a loving gaze towards you. “No, Akaashi-san. Not at all.” Yamaguchi interjected. “Okay. Good. Y/N, Bokuto wants us on the stage.” You looked at him, confused. “What for?” Akaashi just shrugs and excuses the both of you as he gently pulled you towards the stage. Tsukishima can’t help but follow your retreating figures and feel an empty void growing within his heart.
As everyone was chatting around, Bokuto taps the mic in front of him gaining everyone’s attention. He was atanding in the middle with his fiancée beside him. “Ugh… Hello everyone! Thank you so much for being here! Kiho and I really appreciated everyone’s presence here tonight! Hahaha! But.. “ Bokuto pauses as he looked towards yours and Akaashi’s direction. “I also want to add one more thing…” He continues as he returned his attention to the crowd. “I would like to congratulate two of the most important people in my life, Akaashi and my dear cousin Y/N, on their wedding three days ago!” Everyone in the hall clapped and cheered as a spotlight was directed at you and your husband. Everyone was shouting and congratulating you and Akaashi, well, everyone except one. Tsukishima, who was standing at the farthest corner of the hall wished the ground would just swallow him whole, his eyes were fixated on you as you smile lovingly at Akaashi whose face is of a bright shade of pink. Tsukishima felt his world shattered for the second time in his life but this time its far more worst than the first. It should’ve been him lovingly gazing at you. Its should’ve been him hugging and kissing you. It should’ve been him wearing matching golden wedding bands with you. It should’ve been him calling you his wife. But he lost you long ago because of a one big mistake. And as he lowered his head, a lone tear fell from his eye, he will bear this regret until his last breath. The biggest regret of losing someone like you.
a/n:i dunno why i wanted to hurt Tsukki i’m really sorry tsukki
A BokuAka Twins (Hoshi & Sekai) Drabble feat. BokuAka
warning/s: none just pure fluff
a/n: this is my entry for @maddox-rider ‘s event for Hoshi and Sekai’s 1st Birthday ~ If you haven’t met the twins yet, kindly visit Maddo’s IG for the twins’ shenanigans Happy first birthday Hoshi and Sekai! ⭐️ aaaahhhhh its their first birthday but let’s just say they’re between 5-6y/o in this drabble~ Please give love to these precious twins too~ thank you!!
Akaashi was hunched before his computer opting to finish his work before his husband arrives, when a sudden gust of wind blew through his his home office, he stood up pulling his cardigan closer to his body and closed the window, noticing how dark the skies were. “A storm is brewing up.” he thought to himself. “And I need to brew another cup of coffee.” he said as he walked out of the room into their little kitchen.
Despite the cold winds bellowing outside of their house, the warm and cozy feeling of their home lingers. Flashbacks of their fond memories came crashing on him. From the time he moved in with Bokuto, their marriage and until the present time where they had the twins. Akaashi couldn’t help the swelling of his heart and the upward curve of his lips.
His train of thoughts was sudden interrupted when a blinding and terrifying lightning flashed, followed by the most grueling sound the thunder. The first thing that came into his mind were the twins, Hoshi and Sekai, that were peacefully sleeping upstairs.
Without a second beat, he immediately sprinted upstairs to their sons’ bedroom. Creaking the door open, he heard voices coming from his sons, sniffles, which he concluded was from Sekai and some cooing and shushing noises that was from Hoshi. As he opened the door just a bit to peek, the sight that unfolded into his eyes made him wanna cry, of fondness. Hoshi was on the lower bunk of the double decker bed, hugging Sekai as he was comforting his twin.
“Shi-kun… I’m scared…” Sekai sobbed into his brother’s embrace. Hoshi just tightened his hold and started rubbing his twin’s back. “D-don’t worry Kai-kun.. I’m here! Hoshi will p-protect you!” Hoshi assures, even though he himself was scared too.
Sekai looked into his brother’s eyes. “Aren’t you scared Shi-kun?” He then asked… Hoshi tensed, he doesn’t want Sekai to think that he can’t protect him. “N-no! I am not. The lighting won’t reach us! B-because were together! And because w-were together, we’re strong.” Hoshi reasoned out despite his own voice shaking, in slight fear.
On the other hand, Akaashi, that was hiding behind the door, witnessed everything, can’t help but be proud of his sons.
“Kai-kun, do you remember what Papa Keiji told us?” Sekai turned his attention back to his twin and nodded. “Y-yes. That we have each other..”. Hoshi flashed his toothy grin reaembling of his Daddy Koutaro’s, “Right! So no matter what happens, I will always be here! To protect you!” “P-promise?” “Pinky Promise!” Hoshi lifted his pinky and Sekai linking his as they sealed the promise fondly.
“You’ll be safe, as long as I am here Kai-kun!” Hoshi then hugged Sekai even tighter.
And that’s when Akaashi decided to enter the room. “Everything okay here,boys?”. The moment they heard their father’s voice, the twins immediately jumped off the bed and ran towards him. “Papa!” the boys said in unison as they hugged their father’s legs.
“I heard Sekai crying, are you okay?” Akaashi asked as he crouched and patted the grey-haired twin’s head. Sekai nodded, “Shi-kun protected me Papa! I am okay now!” He turned his attention to the dark-haired twin and complimented him, “That was brave of you Hoshi! Papa is proud of you!” And Hoshi’s face lit up.
“I will always protect Kai-kun, Papa!” Hoshi beamed as he hugged both his papa and his brother. “And I’ll do the with Shi-kun!” Sekai turned to his twin and linked their hands together.
A lone tear escaped Akaashi’s eye at the warmth his sons emitted and can’t help but hugged them tighter. Little did they know that Bokuto was already home and saw the exchange.
“I wasn’t informed that there’s a group hug happening here now!” He suddenly bursted into the room from hiding with a pout.
“DADDY!!”
Akaashi’s gaze softened at his husband and chuckled. “What are you waiting for then” extending his arm to let Bokuto join in.
“I’m home” Bokuto said as he placed a gentle kiss on Akaashi’s forehead.
“Welcome home, Kou”
And despite the raging storm outside,.their home remained warm and cozy.
bolded words are song lyrics/rephrasing of song lyrics/references to the song
a/n: i am the absolute worst i said i would post this yesterday and then i just didn’t
Also chose not to go down a completely depressing route with this one
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As you walked down the street, you thought about how different life was now than it had been a mere year ago, or how different it had been since high school. You tried to embrace change and independence.
I’m doing good, I’m on some new shit, you thought to yourself. You had to give it to yourself, you definitely had been saying “yes” instead of “no,” welcoming new opportunities into your life. The past year had been full of what felt like a one way trip down, neverending. Things had gone south so quickly, it was as if north and up were nonexistent.
But you had finally started to plateau, and surely, and slowly, there was the uphill climb. These changes and new occasions didn’t change the fact that your heart stopped for a second as you walked down the street, having to do a double take when the bus slowly drove out of its stop. You stared at across the street, thought you saw him at the bus stop—you didn’t though.
You laughed to yourself in remembrance of how awful the boy was at directions. If you had seen him at that bus stop, you were sure it wasn’t because he meant to be there.
You thought about all the things you’ve been doing since his departure from your life.
I hit the ground running each night, I hit the Sunday matinée, you listed off in your head the different things you had been up to since he was gone.
You were attempting to get out more, but you couldn’t help but acknowledge the slight pang in your chest every time your friends asked you to see a romance movie with them. Seeing the cliches and the promises, what are meant to be “epic loves” that didn’t even amount to what you and Kageyama Tobio had been in your head.
Butyou knew the greatest films of all time were never made.
The movie of you and Kageyama’s relationship would’ve started back in your third year of high school. You had never really paid much attention to the Karasuno volleyball club, but you had heard about a few of the members before. In your first year, the entire school was bustling with news about the club making it to Nationals and that was when you had first found out that your school once had a well known volleyball club. Apparently, the new team was on track of bringing back their former glory.
In your second year, you ended up in class with their team manager, Yachi Hitoka, but you hardly paid attention to her other than the few times she would be gone for evening classes because of away games.
But then, before you knew it, you paid a lot of attention to the Karasuno volleyball club. You had been dragged to a game by your friend, who had a secret crush on Tsukishima Kei for some reason you couldn’t seem to understand. It wasn’t as if the snarky blond ever gave her the time of day—but she never quite really asked for it either.
It felt like a blur after that one game. You had run into Kageyama after the game had ended at the vending machine. When the stupid machine ate your money without spitting out your drink, you had angrily banged a fist against the glass that separated you from it.
That was when Kageyama swooped in from behind you, putting in more money and clicking on the same drink, and out came both of them.
Afterwards, you noticed Kageyama around school a lot more often. It was as if he was everywhere now that you knew what his face looked like. You walked similar routes around school as one another, and small waves each other’s way began to be shared.
Small waves turned into going up and having small talk, and small talk turned into walking each other to their classrooms. Walking each other to their classrooms turned into waiting in the hallway for one another, and that one insignificant moment at a vending machine blossomed into something more.
Perhaps you should’ve thanked Tsukishima for grabbing your friend’s attention all those years ago.
Because a few months later, the Karasuno volleyball club and its alumni began to plot how to get their “King of the Court” to admit his feelings for the girl who sat in the bleachers at every game just for him.
But then college happened, bringing the both of you down different paths. Your path seemed full of what ifs and wondering, butI guess you never knowthe answers to the millions of questions running through your head. Like, what if you guys didn’t break up two years into your college experience? What if you guys just kept going on the way you had been, with him playing for Japan’s National Team while you studied at Sendai College, and barely seeing each other? What if you guys had been able to just rough it out for a little while longer?
But you had to remember that if he wanted you, he really should’ve showed.Because it wasn’t as if he put up a fight, or if he was trying to come up with alternatives to keep the relationship from meeting its demise.
You learned that without that hurt, you probably would’ve stayed the naive high school student you were when you were helplessly in love with the boy. You learned that if you never bleed, you’re never gonna grow. And it’s alright now.
But we were something, don’t you think so? Roaring twenties, tossing pennies in the pool. You had to let yourself believe that despite it’s ending, you and Kageyama had something so epic together. Your last year of high school together had been full of whimsical dates and first experiences falling in love together. Perhaps you were looking out of rose colored glasses, but it really was bliss. The summer before you went to university was full of trips with his friends and alone, trying to cram in so much in so little time.
Trips to the beach together, ice skating in the winter, and everything else in between.
But if my wishes came true, it would’ve been you, you thought to yourself, stuffing your hands into your pockets as you continued down the street, trying to pull yourself out of the thoughts you were having about your ex boyfriend.
In your defense, you have none because you could never leave well enough alone. You always wanted more. More of his time, more of his affection, more of him. You would make trips to be wherever he was even though you had classes and assignments to work on, or ask him to come see you when he had breaks in between games and practice.
But it would’ve been fun if he would’ve been the one.
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You woke up with a jolt, trying to catch your breath as you sat up. You had this dream he was doing cool shit, having adventures on his own.
You heard the news—he was making it big. He was making it pro. You had graduated already, early too, and he was making his way up in the volleyball world just like you always thought he would.
You just always thought you’d be there with him.
In your dream, though, it seemed more like a nightmare. In your dream, he was famous. Had adoring fans, had millions who swore they loved him with the same intensity you had. You dreamed that he had met some woman on the internet and took her home. That he had some new model he met through social media, and brought her home to Miyagi to meet his, your,friends.
As you matured and got older, you were able to see that you and Kageyama never painted by the numbers, but you were making it count. Your impromptu dates, the nervousness and the unplanned memories. The way that you both danced around dating, and then both danced around breaking up. Nothing was done in the steps you thought they’d be. He had kissed you for the first time before he ever asked you out, a step that didn’t happen in the order it should have. Then, the two of you didn’t talk for a week. After that, you both admitted how you felt, and stole more kisses together before making it official a few weeks later.
But why would you want to paint by the numbers, follow some guidelines or some rule book that told you how to love one another?
All you did know was that the greatest loves of all time are over now.
You sighed, climbing out of bed, wondering what he was doing. He certainly wasn’tdating some internet model and taking her home to meet everyone like he had been in your dreams. No, he was too focused on volleyball. So, what was his mind on when he wasn’t playing or practicing? Did he ever think of you and how epic of a love you guys had? In the few years since the breakup, did his heart still remind him of your lingering love?
But I guess you never know. And it’s another day waking up alone.
But it would’ve been fun if you would’ve been the one.
You persist and resist the temptation to ask him if one thing had been different, would everything be different today?
You still want to know, like you wanted to know after the breakup, a year after the breakup, and now, a few years apart, you still want to know. What if you guys had tried just a little harder, what if it could’ve been him? Would you be happier?
Would you be traveling all over with him? Would you have been able to graduate early, or would you have put your education on hold when his career starting to kickstart? You still had his number, you also still got invited to the same events as him. So, sometimes you did see him, but you would never ask. You just persist and resist. You both would ignore each other in a crowded room, finding other things to give your time and attention to than the one person in the building who probably knew them best.
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Now, you sat at a friend reunion, your chosen family. Your best friend had started to take Tsukishima during college, much do your surprise. But it felt right, like things came full circle. Her crush on him led to to Kageyama, and as life led you both away from each other, she and Tsukishima came together. There was no getting rid of Kageyama when you both shared the same friend group. Not when Hinata became one of your best friends, not when their club alumni thought of you as a little sister.
So, there you guys were, all together for the first time in so long, Rosé flowing with your chosen family.
As you sipped on your drink, sitting furthest from the setter, you wondered what it would’ve been like, coming to a reunion like this still as one unit.
Thinking that it would’ve been sweet, if for him, it could’ve been me.
But a few too many drinks in, you both found yourself gravitating towards each other again. You talked, he told you his accomplishments in person instead of secondhand from your friends. You told him about where you were with your life now.
Andin your defense, you have none for digging up the grave another time, but as he leaned in to do what he did best—stealing kisses from you—you thought about how perhaps this wasn’t dead. Maybe it wasn’t buried, wasn’t over.
It would’ve been fun if he could’ve been the one.
And by the way he texted you the next morning asking if you could meet up for lunch before he had to leave Miyagi again, you realized he was thinking the same thing.
you knew now wasn’t the time. but you hoped one day it would be.
pairing: kageyama tobio x reader (ft. tsukishima kei)
word count: 4.1k
genre: angst
warnings:contains spoilers past season 4 of the anime!
the beginning.
It happened a bit too fast for you to even realize it. One minute you were a simple fan of the boys’ volleyball team. The next you were the assistant manager along with Kiyoko and Yachi. And within months you were friends with all the members on the team.
However, while everyone treated you well there was only one person your heart ached for attention from. But you knew you would never be able to get the attention you really wanted from him. Not when his whole life, the reason he gets up in the morning, the reason he breathes, the reason for his existence, was playing volleyball.
You could see it in his eyes, the way they lit up when the ball left his fingers perfectly, when Hinata hit a perfect quick attack, when he surprised the opponent team with his subtle setter dump. You could see it in his movements, the way he would breathe in a little deeper before serving that powerful service ace, the way he would anxiously move when on the bench, waiting to be put back in the game. You saw it in everything, in the entirety of who he was, for Tobio Kageyama, volleyball was the only thing that mattered to him.
But that was okay for you. For all you cared was to see him happy. And you knew, for now, you would be content with that.
And you told yourself, three years later if your heart remained the same: you would tell him.
ATSUMU felt terribly desperate. he’s aware of how break ups were meant to hurt—how it’d leave you feeling so numb and void of emotions because everything just felt like it’s closing in on you. it hurts how he realized things wouldn’t be the same as before. there wouldn’t be a beaming smile to greet him nor the face of a lover he’s grown so in love with over the past few years. did it hurt you? he wonders. did it also hurt you when you found yourselves under a raging silence, realizing that you two were no longer together, no longer a couple? he wants to hate you, but believe him when he says he couldn’t find the will anywhere. what happened to having closure? you didn’t have to block his number like that. what happened to all the years of being together then? did that meant nothing to you? it’s such a wonder for him to think about how you two were able to go through a painful break up, yet it looked like he was the only one that suffered so much.
SEMI had been in a state of incredulity. it never really dawned to him how you two were no longer together. all he knew was there were sparking arguments, gazes that burned, and numbing pain that left him leaning against his front door. you’d come back eventually, won’t you? you didn’t mean it when you said we’re through, right? tell him it was a misunderstanding—lie to him, deceive him into believing that there was still love evident in what you two had. when he climbs into your shared bed, hugs your pillow close to his chest, and closes his eyes, would he find you looking at him in adoration the morning after? ah.. maybe he was still in denial. was this even normal? was it normal to feel no pain and instead, feel like your heart had gone numb? maybe that was it. maybe feeling so much pain from your break up had him looking into the void like a blank paper, tears welling up on the sides of his eyes. he’d break anytime soon, but for now, he’d have to process that maybe eventual would never happen. maybe you really did break things through with him and he just refuses to believe it.
OIKAWA wants to place all the blame on you for your break up, but when he sees you closing the door behind you, all the words had gone down—he was to blame. his gaze burned through the door as all the words that bottled up within him became indecipherable, what was he going to say again? i love you? i’m sorry? please come back to me? he always knew he wasn’t one for relationships, he carried a lot of burden from his past and never seemed to let them go. he wants to desperately tie his head around the thought that maybe meeting you made him push his burdens away and live freely without any restriction. and maybe his head was far too wrapped around it—far too gone that he realized amongst the ones he pushed away from his life was the one who made him learn how to fall in love again. so when he snaps from his daze of rainbows and sunshines, he couldn’t help but feel his mouth go dry. why couldn’t he reach for you or even call your name one last time just so he could apologize dearly? maybe he never really let go of his burdens, and instead, bottled them. and in return, it caused him to lose everything, including the love you two once had.
