VAMPIRE GIRL, BITE ME IN THE MOONLIGHT ♡

Chiffon, sheer and lace; baby blue and pastel pink.

It was something so delicate that it should be on a woman. The blue nightgown, almost translucent; the thin straps, trimmed with lace, seemed fragile on his broad shoulders, the elastic stretched beyond what they were supposed to support. The pink satin bow rested against his chest, a feminine detail in stark contrast to his masculine frame. The short, voluminous tulle skirt fell loosely around his hips, but not in the way it should have — it didn't flow gracefully, it didn't fit naturally. Instead, it rose at odd angles, as if trying to escape where it didn't belong. The hem brushed against the tops of his thighs, perhaps shorter than it should have been.

The ensemble would look stunning on a woman’s soft curves. Instead, the delicate, elegant stitching clashed with Jin’s broad chest, pointy hips, lean muscles, and a slender waist. No boobs to fill out the top and too much baggage on the bottom for the panties to sit comfortably on his balls.

But it was your birthday and Jin wanted to do something for you. Something beyond the birthday cake waiting for you in the fridge, the wrapped gift that had been strategically left in a place where you would find it. He thought he could do at least that. He remembered the casual comment you once made about how cute he would look in lingerie. Your strange tastes weren't exactly news.

"You had to be a damn pervert, [name],” he mutters to himself, pulling the silk robe around his body to hide the view of the lingerie piece.

Jin steps away from the mirror, bare feet, fingers drumming on his arm as he walks into the living room, awaiting your arrival. He's not anxious, certainly not. He's waiting for you, patiently.

He dodges your arms and kiss attempts as soon as you step through the door, knowing that once you get your hands on him then his surprise will be ruined. He watches you eat the cake with a big, goofy smile and lets you feed him. And when you pull him to sit on your lap at the table, he goes, inducing your desires, for today.

"You really prepared everything for me, hm? Thank you Jin, it means a lot." Your warm breath blows the strands of hair on the back of his neck, your soft lips on his neck, at the collar of his robe. Jin licks the frosting from his lips, hyperaware of one of your hands on his thigh, stroking over the silk of his robe. "Are you going to let me thank you?"

"For what? It's your birthday, idiot. It's supposed to be a present."

"I know," you say, teeth grazing his earlobe. Jin squirms in your lap, thighs parting as your hand travels higher. "Still. You didn’t have to."

The sound of your breath catching in your throat is ridiculously loud in the kitchen as your fingers find the strip of fabric high up on one of his thighs—the lace band tight against the muscle, held in place by the tension of the elastics. "Uh-uh-" you stutter, and Jin wants to turn around in your lap just to see your expression.

Your body reacts quickly though, there's a growing tent pushing against Jin's ass as your fingers curiously touch the garter. Sliding underneath to feel the texture of his skin and pulling just to test the snapping sound as the elastic meets his skin again. Jin tries not to react to the burning sensation that can barely be called pain, but then you continue, testing the elasticity by pulling the garter belt tighter and tighter.

"Jesus, you're gonna snap that shit," he scolds you, though he can feel the burn from the contact go straight to his cock, which perks up in the tight space of the panties.

Eventually, you find your words, "Is this for me too?"

"What do you think?"

You bury your face against the back of his neck, hand gripping his thigh, covering the garter belt in your grip. You make a strangled, pained sound. "Is there more? Can I see?"

Jin gets up from your lap with a softness in his movements that makes the robe gravitate around him and beneath it, the panties dig into his hips. He stares at you, your eyes dark and hungry, hands restless at your sides, eager to touch. He can't keep the smile off his mouth as he pushes the cake away and leans over the table.

"Alright, birthday boy, unwrap your present."

Jin fears you'll stop breathing at any moment with how you sound behind his back. Permission given may, you do not hesitate. Your hands immediately find the backs of his thighs, moving up the smooth skin, past the garter belt and pushing the hem of his robe up.

You gasp audibly when the lace outlining his ass appears. "Fuck." Your fingers dig in, squeezing his thighs with a force that is sure to leave fingerprints behind. You reach for his ass, touching it reverently, feeling how the lace falls against his soft cheeks. "So pretty, Jin. You look so hot like this. I can't believe you did this for me, do you know how much I've dreamed about this?"

One of your hands remains on his ass, massaging, caressing, the other goes down between his legs and reaches where his tight balls almost escape the panties.

"You're already hard for me. Does that do it for you too?" You tease, squeezing his balls. Heat shoots up Jin's spine and he groans. "What was it like going to a lingerie store to pick out something for yourself? Tell me, I want to hear it. Did you want to look pretty for me? Wearing something sexy, waiting for me at home with cake and wine, like a good wife should."

A... what? Jin blinks at the pleasure of your hand pushing further between his legs, palming his hard cock. His mind starts to swim, it becomes hard to think with you touching him. He was already so hard for you, dripping into his new panties, throbbing with desperation.

"You're making a mess of your new panties, what a dirty girl you are, darling," you seem lost in your mumble as you continue to talk nonstop, fingers tightening around his girth, feeling his weight and the heat radiating through the fabric.

Jin pushes his ass back, arching his spine deeper. He wanted to be touched more, wanted you to get rid of those clothes and just fuck him until he couldn't stand up.

"Wait. Wait. Let me take this from you." Jin takes a resigned breath and swallows back the whimper when your touch is gone. You take off his robe and throw it over one of the chairs, now the entire piece of lingerie is exposed to your eyes — and Jin feels your attention burn.

"Jin, Jin, fuck, I- you-" A beat, then your hands are on him again, all over the place — squeezing his thighs, tracing his hips, kneading his chest, pulling and feeling the texture of each part of the lingerie. "You're gonna kill one of these days, you look like my filthiest dream right now: ass in the air, all dolled up for me, is that mascara I saw in your eyes earlier?"

You don't expect any response and none comes. Jin certainly wouldn't admit to the accusation of wearing a bit of makeup to you.

Jin doesn't see you fall to your knees on the kitchen floor, but he feels your breath on his thighs. Your warm hands squeeze his ass, always obsessed with his ass. Then you're pulling his expensive panties to the side, and bending over. Looking closely at his hole, pink and glistening with lube, already smooth and stretched. Your breath hits the sensitive space and Jin hisses. You’re sniffing it and Jin almost blushes.

"Strawberry?" You ask. One finger holding his panties away, Jin doesn’t have time to prepare for the pure pleasure that is when you lick a wet line over his hole.

Jin grabs the table and lifts his ass higher, searching for more. "No, it's not," you mutter to yourself, leaning in for another taste. You're fucking licking his hole, tasting him like he's a popsicle, trying to figure out what the lube tastes like. "What's that?"

Jin grunts as your tongue returns, hot and wet against his sensitive hole, licking and sucking with a gentleness that makes his legs tremble. No matter how good it feels, this provocation could kill him.

"It's watermelon," Jin corrects you, hair messy in front of his eyes, breathing already slowing.

"Oh yes," you agree, thumb pressing against his pulsing hole, tongue licking one last time over the sensitive rim before pulling away. "It’s definitely watermelon."

Jin gasps, elbows on the table that sways under his strength. You stand, and he hears the sound of your zipper coming undone, almost drowned out by his groan as your thumb sinks inside.

"I can't believe you got ready for me. You took your sweet time stretching out on your fingers with your watermelon lube, rubbed moisturizer on your body and then put this on for me." Your mouth runs wild again, finger going in and out of him slowly, to let him feel the fullness and then the emptiness. "I can't wait to fuck you, I'm going to make you cum in your panties and then fill you with my cum — would you like that? Do you want to get your panties dirty while I fuck your pussy, doll?"

Your dirty talk sequence is interrupted by the sharp pain that shoots through your body and straight to your lungs as Jin's elbow connects with your ribs. You lean over him, your body warm against his back as you gasp for air. Jin feels your bare cock push between his ass cheeks.

"Don't push kid," Jin says through gritted teeth, his face burning. "Catch your breath, think before you speak, don't let that shit go to your head, and then go get the lube to fuck me."

You breathe deeply, one hand resting on the table next to Jin’s body and the other apparently pressed against your side. "Yes, baby. O-one minute."

★ KOSHI SUGAWARA ?!

This guy is so whipped, it's not even funny. He doesn't even officially ask you out because he makes it so obvious he likes you. Like, c'mon, EVERYONE can tell he wants to marry you already.

The type to run up to you just to give you something he grabbed or bought because it made him think of you. Which happens very often, because he thinks of you all the time.

Very affectionate. Holds your hand whenever you two walk somewhere and hugs you as a greeting and as goodbye. Might even slip in a kiss on your cheek if he's feeling a little silly.

And god forbid some poor bastard mentions your name in a five mile radius of him. This motherfucker will take any chance he can get to yap about how amazing you are and how much he adores you and—

SO supportive. Genuinely, he thinks you're so talented in everything you do. If you have a specific thing you're passionate about, be ready for him to be bragging to everybody about it. More proud of your accomplishments than his own.

Straight up introduces you to people as his significant other after some time. What? He never asked to be your boyfriend? Well, it's not like you were gonna say no anyway, so...

"Y/N!" The cold winter air causes little wisps of smoke to form from his mouth as he runs over to you through the courtyard, an infectious smile on his face. He stops right in front of you, resting his hands on his knees for just a few seconds to catch his breath before holding out a bouquet in your direction. Roses, baby's breath, and cornflowers.

His smile grows even more when you grab it, a snicker escaping him at the slightly flushed look on your face. "So pretty, right? I saw it and thought of you, so obviously I had to get it." He explains, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "Don't look at the price tag, I forgot to take it off." He adds.

He waves a hand dismissively at your 'thank you'. "Don't mention it. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't get you something nice every now and then?" He mentions casually, and lets out a thoughtful hum when you mention that you two are, in fact, not officially dating.

"I guess I did never outright say it, huh? That's my mistake." For some reason, he doesn't sound bothered or reluctant at all. Instead, he grabs your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Well, no reason to waste even more time. Come on, let me take you on our first official date."

★ ASAHI AZUMANE ?!

He doesn't flirt, let's get that out of the way. His idea of hitting on you is looking at you from a distance while praying you have more balls than him and will take initiative.

If you don't really know each other much, he's scared you'll be put off by his appearance and size. If you do, he's scared you think he's too much of a coward and have no interest.

His insecurities play a huge role in his reluctance. He thinks you're so pretty, and smart, and talented, and he's... well, himself. It's almost difficult to tell if he likes you or not, because while he is polite whenever you interact, he acts that way with everyone (who takes the time to actually speak with him, that is), and he actually seems to avoid you whenever possible, too.

Gets desperate enough he asks everyone in the team for advice. Daichi just says to "Be yourself", to which Suga gives him a side eye with a "Yeah, I don't think that'll work" comment, and the two start arguing rather than actually helping the poor guy out.

Nishinoya and Tanaka are... less than helpful, as you might imagine. Kageyama and Hinata don't know the first thing about dating, and he wasn't about to ask Tsukishima, either. Surprisingly (or not), the good advice came from Yagamuchi and Kiyoko.

It basically summed up to the fact that he needs to make his move before someone else does. Nothing too dramatic, but enough to let you know he's serious about it. At the end of the day, they had a 5 steps plan written out.

He had everything set to go, even went as far as to memorize a script he practiced in front of the mirror a few times this morning. However, when he finally stood in front of you, the sun of the afternoon hitting your features just right, his mind went blank.

"Huh..." He was slightly hunched over, absentmindedly fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. He quickly cleared his throat, seemingly remembering he couldn't just stand there looking at you like a creep, and reached inside his bag to pull out a small, heart-shaped chocolate box. He took a deep, shaky breath.

"I-I, huh... I need to tell you something..." He starts nervously, his brown eyes finally meeting yours, filled with fear and sincerity. "I... I've liked you for a while now, and..." That is not the script he planned out. "You're always on my mind. W-when I'm with you, everything just feels right. I don't really know how to say this, I'm probably making a fool out of myself, but... I like you. A lot."

★ YUU NISHINOYA ?!

This fucking guy has no shame whatsoever. Quite literally asked you to go out with him before he even told you his name. I firmly believe he's a love-at-first-sight kind of dude.

Now, how things progress depends highly on your reaction. If you're a bit shy, he thinks it's the cutest thing ever, but he will take it down a notch to not make you uncomfortable. Will still flirt, don't get me wrong, but a bit more lowkey. If you just accept or — god forbid — flirt back, he shortcuts. A hot person?? Likes HIM??? WHAT.

Like, all of his previous bravado is out the window if you accept. He flirts with a few people, sure, but he never actually expects to go anywhere. It's just kind of a fact that he's going to get turned down. So when things actually go right he doesn't know what to do anymore.

It doesn't last too long, though. After he takes a few minutes for his mind to process what just happened, he's bouncing off the walls.

SO protective. We've seen it with Kiyoko. Anytime a guy looks at you for just a little too long he's growling and foaming at the mouth. Better keep him from biting anyone's ankles.

"Wow, you're SUPER pretty!" The boy stated enthusiastically, stars in his eyes as he stares at you intently, seemingly trying to commit every detail to memory. You've seen him around, usually near the gym, but it looks like this is the first time he has seen you.

He takes a step closer, determination written all over his face. "Will you go out with me?" He asks a bit loudly and suddenly. When your face flushes, he takes a small step back, chuckling. "Ah— I'm Yuu Nishinoya, by the way! Probably should've said that first."

He nods happily when you introduce yourself as well, his eagerness returning to the surface. "Well, you didn't really answer me, so I'll ask again — wanna go out with me?" He repeats, half cocky half sheepish. However, his entire face falls when you give a positive response.

His eyes are wide and he just stares at you, mouth slightly agape. When you question if he's feeling well, his ears flush red as he seems to have find his voice again. "A-ARE YOU SERIOUS!? You said yes!? Wha— am I dreaming? I'm dreaming, aren't I!?" Despite the disbelief in his voice, he's smiling — a huge, excited, thankful smile. He's not leaving your side anytime soon.

★ RYUNOSUKE TANAKA ?!

Since I already covered love at first sight with Noya and we've already seen how he's like with Kiyoko, I'm going down a different route: friends to lovers. Also because this specific trope with him makes me SICK /pos.

He's a friendly guy when you get to know him and past his badboy persona, so he has many friends I feel like. He initially treats you like he does the others, being his usual weird ass self we all know and love.

But one time he sees you laugh at one of his shenanigans and he just pauses. Oh. Oh. This is not good.

Have you always been so pretty? I mean, he already knew you were, but this is another level. Now you're like, angelic. Ethereal, even. What just happened.

Immediately runs to Noya because he doesn't know what to do or even think. He just sees you as a friend, right? A close friend. A hot, funny, amazing, kissable friend. Yeah, that doesn't sound right even to him when he says it outloud.

Doesn't take long for him to come to terms with it honestly and the entire team has to hold him back from proposing to you the next time he sees you.

He waits by the classroom's door, an uncharacteristically nervous look in his eyes. He sucks in a sharp breath when the bell rings and you stand from your desk, slinging your bag over your shoulder while making your way to the exit. "Y/N." He calls out to gain your attention, and his face immediately flushes when you look at him.

Your eyes are so beautiful it's unfair. He lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding in. "Will you ma—" He pauses, looking at something right behind you. You look back to see Nishinoya half-hiding behind a wall, shaking his head 'No' quickly. Tanaka clears his throat and you look back at him. "... I-I mean, will you... Go out with me? Maybe? Please?"

He sounds almost pleading and a little unsure. He stutters an explanation when he notices your taken aback expression. "I know this came outta nowhere and I know we're like, best buds or whatever, but... God, I really wanna kiss you." His face goes bright red when he realizes what he just said and he starts rambling another flustered excuse. How cute.

★ TOBIO KAGEYAMA ?!

A little like Asahi, he just kind of stares at you from a distance and hope you get the hint. Totally unware of the fact he has a major resting bitch face and is looking at you so aggressively it looks like he's thinking about beating your ass after school or something.

Completely oblivious to the fact he likes you. He's never liked anyone before. His entire life has always been volleyball this and volleyball that — he doesn't know the first thing about crushes.

Surprisingly thoughtful, though. The type to get you your favorite drink from the vending machine when he goes to grab his milk box. He doesn't even think much about it, it's just so natural to him.

Also very perceptive. He comes off as an airhead most of the time, but when it comes to volleyball, he's incredibly observant. Now he's the same way with you as well. Always knows what you're feeling before you have to say anything or if you need something.

And that's how everyone else realizes he likes you and tell him about it (because again, he genuinely could not tell that his feelings are romantic on his own. How can someone be so smart and so dumb at the same time).

He's in denial for a good while, but the more he thinks about it, the more sense it makes. Some teammates try to give him advice (because they don't trust him at all to do this by himself), but in the end he ignores all of it and just says what feels right at the time.

"I swear, you'd be helpless without me." He grumbles, dragging you away from the confrontation, his hand firmly but not tightly wrapped around your wrist. Karasuno had a game against another school, and one of the guys from said school apparently thought you were really cute. So much so he was trying everything to get your contact information before Tobio stepped in.

Just thinking about the situation pisses him off. He scoffs, squeezing your wrist slightly, but there's something more than just frustration on his face. Doubt, perhaps? He looks back at you, eyebrows furrowed. "You weren't really thinking about giving him your number, were you?" He asks, his voice almost too soft before it rises in tone again.

"I mean, he's average looking at best, and a shit player, and... And I'm better!" He blurted, cheeks flushing slightly. He averts his gaze, his thumb grazing over your knuckles. "So... Just give me your number, dumbass."

★ SHOYO HINATA ?!

I need to mention, he looks like he's so easy to fall in love with. Like he's so kind and considerate and with a high emotional intelligence. Very much boyfriend material I wish more people would see him like that instead of an uwu baby yk.

Anyway, back on track. I feel like he'd fluctuate between shy and bold a lot. Like, if you flirt or give hints that you might like him back, he's blushing and kicking his feet and shit, but it is very much not uncommon for him to take initiative.

Especially after matches. The adrenaline is still pumping in his veins and he barely even registers that maybe he's being a bit forward.

If you don't know him really well it's a bit difficult to tell that he has feelings because he's just. so nice. to everyone. But if you do, it's hard to miss the tenderness in his eyes everytime he looks at you.

Insists you come to his games. It's simple math in his head: the two things he loves the most (aside from, yknow, his mom and sister and all that) are volleyball and you, so if he can just mix them together, he'll be the happiest guy in the planet.

It was a tough game — Karasuno barely managed to win right during the last set. The winning point was, of course, scored by Shoyo. The crowd was cheering, his teammates screaming loudly and gathering around him, but in the middle of the ruckus, his eyes are fixated on a single someone.

He dodged Nishinoya and Tanaka and, to the team's confusion, ran towards the stands. It wasn't until everyone say you simultaneously running in his direction that they understood what was going on. Shoyo practically pounced on you, wrapping his arms around your torso tightly and doing his best to lift you and give you a little spin, almost knocking both of you to the ground in his attempt.

His smile was bright enough to outshine the sun. He pulled away just a little so he could look you in the eyes, the two of you still intertwined. "Thank you so much for being here!" He exclaimed, like his success was solely due to you — to your presence. The look in his eyes was a little different as he leaned in slightly before hesitating. Daichi called him over so they could formally bid farewell to the other team, and he gave you a final squeeze before reluctantly pulling away. "Wait for me, okay? I'll walk you home today!"

★ KEI TSUKISHIMA ?!

This fucking guy is so in denial. No, I'm serious, he'd rather eat glass than admit that he likes somebody. He's always seen relationships and especially crushes as a waste of time and energy, things he couldn't be bothered to spare.

So he's extra mean when he realizes he likes you. Is it an attempt to push you away? Kind of. Is it because he genuinely kind of hates you for the way you make him feel? A little. Is it because he's secretly an awkward motherfucker that doesn't know a thing about how to be romantic? Mostly.

News flash: it doesn't work, independently of your reaction. If you just ignore him and don't give him a reaction, he's frustrated but grows to respect you even more for dealing with his sassy ass with that much grace. If you get sad, he feels genuinely bad for the first time in his life. If you get angry, turns out you look really damn cute when pissed off and that's not helping his case either. If you sass him back, he might just get on one knee.

So he just... gives up. He still teases and pokes fun at you, obviously, but now it doesn't sound as mean. If anything, it's friendly banter. He can't deny that he enjoys having you around.

It raised some eyebrows when Tsukishima told everyone he was leaving practice early because he was helping you study. Hinata and Kageyama had to practically get on their knees and beg him to tutor them, and even then, he always looked so annoyed doing it. With you, he almost had a little smile on his face. Almost.

He snapped his fingers in front of your face a few times. "Hey, idiot, pay attention." He scolded, pointing back to the open book in front of you. "I'm not explaining it a second time." He added, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms, his long legs stretched out in front of him.

He can't help the small grin that forms on his face when you whine about his 'mean' treatment. "You haven't seen me being mean yet, pipsqueak." He teased, looking down at you through his glasses. He exhales through his nose in an almost-laugh, his voice dropping just barely over a whisper, a tenderness in his tone you're not really familiar with. "You're lucky I kinda like you."

★ TADASHI YAMAGUCHI ?!

Dude is SO flustered around you, like, constantly. Like can-barely-get-a-sentence-out typa shit. Kei has to verbally smack him and tell him to fucking get it together — he's not gonna win you over by being a wuss (or maybe he will, who knows what you're into).

But that's mostly during the honeymoon stage. After the butterflies in his stomach start to go away, they're replaced by a deep sense of comfort whenever he's around you.

Takeda said that Tadashi would have the least trouble out of everyone when it came to dating and he was RIGHT. This guy is such a sweetie. Always saving you a seat and sharing his lunch with you and just watching out for you in general. He's so considerate :(

You make him not so insecure anymore and that's all he could have asked for. Whenever he messes up or just acts like a dork, he feels his heart drop thinking that he messes up any chance he might have had with you, but when you just smile and reassure him he falls in love all over again.

Tadashi has been profusely apologizing to you for the past fifteen minutes now, no matter how many times you tried to insist that it's fine. He was practicing his serves and you were unfortunate enough to get a ball right to the back of the head, and he rushed you to the nurse's office immediately despite you saying it didn't hurt that much.

"I'm so sorry, I promise it was an accident!" He said for what must have been the third time. There wasn't much that the nurse could do aside from giving you headache medicine and telling you to lie down for a while, and he decided to miss practice so he could stay with you while you rested.

"Does it hurt?" He questioned, his eyes soft and full of worry, and his shoulders tensed a little at your answer of 'kinda'. He grabbed your hand, idly playing with your fingers, either to calm you or himself down. "... I want to make it up to you somehow." He stated gently, not daring to look at you. "... I'll walk you home and buy you a snack from the convenience store, okay? You can ask for whatever you want, no matter the price." He paused, then added with a sheepish smile, "Well... Maybe the price matters a little bit."

★ KEISHIN UKAI ?!

Listen. He definitely looks like he has rizz. Does he actually? No. Absolutely not. Like, he has so much negative rizz it does a full spin and actually works out. Absolute man failure.

Deadass the kind to do that yawn and arm around your shoulder thing and think he's nailing it. Like, dude you're not THAT old, c'mon now.

Fluctuates between being a gentleman and just being a scrub a lot. Will open the car door and pull a chair for you only to light up a cigarette and not notice the smoke is going straight in your direction until you start coughing.

He does try, though. Definitely makes an effort to take you on a nice date whenever his money allows it (and sometimes when it doesn't). He's had flings before, sure, but you're special and he doesn't want to mess it up like he always does.

You barely heard the doorbell ringing with the sound of the rain hitting your roof. When you opened it, Keishin stood there, absolutely drenched in a dress shirt and an undone tie around his neck, water dripping down from his hair to his face as he holds out a bouquet in your direction. He sighs deeply.

"I wanted to surprise you, but my car broke down halfway here and then this fuckin' rain hit." He explained, rubbing the back of his neck. You told him to come inside and grabbed him a towel, and he started to dry his hair before sitting on the couch when he was sure he wasn't dripping water all over the place anymore.

He glanced at you, a somewhat guilty look on his face. "... Sorry I messed it up. I wanted to do something nice for once, but..." He trailed off. You sat next to him, a hand on his shoulder as you reassured him it was okay. When you suggested watching a movie since he was already here anyway, he perked up, almost like an invisible tail started wagging behind him. "Really?" He questioned, a bit baffled before trying to hold back a smile as he relaxed next to you, reaching an arm around your shoulders. "... That doesn't sound half bad, doll face."

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