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❞ HAIKYUU

❞ KIMETSU NO YAIBA

❞ BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

❞ HUNTER X HUNTER

❞ IDOLISH7

❞ KUROKO NO BASKET

❞ FREE

❞ OBEY ME

more in the future!

youngerbf!tsukishima who swears he doesn’t care about the age difference, because why the hell would he? he never understood the fuss about dating an older girl, especially not because you sometimes acted as if you were the younger one in the relationship.

one day he’d even told yamaguchi he barely noticed the difference in age and maturity. he really didn’t care. until the topic of sleeping together came up and suddenly his world tilted.

youngerbf!tsukishima who pretends not to be bothered when you tell him you’d done it before, that you weren’t a virgin. he had halfway expected it already anyway. you were older after all. still, it didn’t make it ache any less.

he’d even gone as far as trying to convince you that he also wasn’t a virgin anymore. but you saw through his lie almost immediately. the way he adjusted his glasses more often than necessary, the way his eyes darted everywhere but to you.

“you’re a terrible liar,” you had said that day. and he laughed it off as if his stomach didn’t feel like someone was using it as a punching bag.

youngerbf!tsukishima who lays awake thinking about the fact that he’d now have to compete with every other guy you had slept with before. how even one small mistake would make him look like the most pathetic excuse of a boyfriend to ever exist.

it wasn’t that he didn’t know what to do, he wasn’t uneducated, just embarrassingly inexperienced. he hated the thought of being worse than the guys you had before, of being inferior in size, in stamina, in everything possible.

youngerbf!tsukishima who is secretly absolutely losing it the moment you start undressing in front of him. he thought he was prepared. he wasn’t. he had thought about this moment more times than not, had imagined what it would feel like, had it all planned out. but now his mind was pure fog.

he was finally taking in the reality of it. you, the girl he loved so much, the girl people always said was too good for him, you would take his virginity.

youngerbf!tsukishima who is suddenly aware of the fact that he’d have to deliver now. he could not for the life of him afford to mess this up. he certainly didn’t want this moment to turn into one of the embarrassing things that would keep him awake in shame and regret years from now.

but his mind shut off the moment you sat naked in front of him. he didn’t know what to do with his hands, he didn’t know how to start. all the planning he’d done in his head had gone to waste.

youngerbf!tsukishima who, in the end, does exactly as you say. his lips trailing exactly where you tell him it feels good. his hands touching only where you let him put them. the pace, the intensity, you set it all. and he let you because you both knew how terribly nervous he’d been about all of this.

“just like that, kei,” you had gasped once and he already felt like combusting.

he was doing well.

youngerbf!tsukishima who realizes there had been no reason for him to overthink the whole situation at all. with you laying absolutely spent and breathless on his chest, his arm firmly around you, he couldn’t be happier.

now he’d just have to hope things work out once he takes the lead next time. because he definitely wants to.

tsukishima kei

you had never needed to use your safeword with tsukishima before. it existed purely for the ‘what-ifs’, a little anchor in the back of your mind in case anything went wrong. and tonight it did, painfully so.

he had you folded underneath him, a position the two of you had executed more times than you could count. something familiar, something that felt good for both of you, until he shifted and hit your insides wrongly. a wrong spot, a too harsh movement and the pain hit you like a knife.

your hands flew to your sides, patting the mattress to get his attention.

“kei, red—,” you gasped. “RED!”

tsukishima halted immediately, unsure if pulling out would make it worse. his eyes were wide, hands coming up to cup your face.

“where does it hurt?” he asked, slightly panicking when he saw the unshed tears in your eyes. “do you want me to pull out?”

you nodded slowly, catching your breath as you watched him pull out with the carefulness of a surgeon. you loved that about him. the fact that he was so gentle with you when things got serious, that you didn’t have to endure anything you didn’t want to. that he understood and cared and would rather cut his own dick off than hurt you more.

“i’m sorry,” you said quietly, wiping your eyes. “i don’t know what happened, it just started hurting.”

tsukishima stared at you for a split second, unable to grasp why you were apologizing for something that wasn’t in your control. then, his hand reached up, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“don’t apologize,” he whispered, voice low and comforting as he pulled you against his chest. “let’s stop here for tonight, yeah?”

you nodded, letting yourself snuggle against him. his hand came up to brush your hair, the other steady on your back, careful not to cross any lines. you sighed in relief as he kissed the top of your head.

“thank you, kei.”

ushijima wakatoshi

ushijima wasn’t a kinky guy. he never understood the appeal of tying up or gagging your partner for pleasure. but he insisted on a safeword because he was very much aware of the size of him and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.

he’d just gotten home from an especially rough practice session, needing something to calm him down. you were more than glad to help, though you hadn’t expected him to be that pent up.

it didn’t usually hurt, not anymore at least. you thought you’d gotten used to his size, but that night he was restless, thrusting into you harder than he had ever before. he hadn’t even realized how much he was pushing you over your limits, too immersed in the pleasure he craved so much at the moment.

and you tired, really, to bite away the pain, telling yourself you’d just take a few minutes to get comfortable and it would be fine. but nothing was fine. the pain was burning through you, as if your walls were being torn apart by the sheer size of him.

your nails dug into his back. “red—,” you yelped. “toshi, please.”

ushijima stilled instantly, hunger and need forgotten as he finally gazed at your trembling frame underneath him. he’d realized now how much he had asked from you, how hard you’d tried to keep going for him.

his face crumbled in horror and he leaned down, whispering against your neck, voice raw, raspy. “i’m so sorry, baby,” his lips brushed your shoulder in a soft kiss. “i didn’t mean to.”

he pulled out slowly before grabbing the towel hanging from the bedpost. “forgive me,” he pleaded as he started wiping you clean.

bokuto koutarou

your first time with your boyfriend, bokuto, was not meant to turn out like this. you had imagined it multiple times before; the intimacy, the feeling of finally connecting on a deeper level and you were more than ready, having informed yourself about everything needed. you’d even asked him to agree on a safeword just in case.

what you hadn’t considered was the ridiculous size of him. he was way bigger than you’d expect and especially thicker than you’d expected. but he had prepared you beforehand, loosening you up with his fingers, making sure you were lubed and ready.

it should’ve been fine. it wasn’t.

the stretch hurt. he was barely inside before you used the word you thought you wouldn’t really have to use.

“wait—,” you placed your palms flat against his chest, halting him. “red, red, red—!“

bokuto pulled out immediately, expression dropping. “what’s wrong?”

“it hurts too much,” you answered, eyes flickering away in shame. “i’m sorry, i don’t think i’m ready yet.”

seeing you blame yourself hurt him. he cupped your face, forcing your gaze to meet his.

“no, baby,” he said, kissing your forehead. “it’s all good. we’ll try again some other time, yeah?”

he pressed another kiss to your cheek. “i’ll prepare you better.”

then another one to your nose. “we’ll do better next time, promise.”

finally, a last one to your lips. “i don’t want to hurt you, ever.”

bestfriend!ushijima who has ridiculously huge and veiny hands that you just can’t stop fantasizing about. occasionally you’d touch yourself to the thought of him being three fingers wide inside you, knowing very well having such thoughts about their best friend was filthy and wrong.

but you found yourself with your hand down your pants every other night, whimpering his name into your pillow.

bestfriend!ushijima who is unaware of your undoing every time you two hang out. he’d be confused about your flushed face, asking if you’d caught a fever.

bestfriend!ushijima who is taken aback when you ask him to finger you but gives in anyway, curious about what would make you request such a thing.

one second he’s staring at you in confusion, the next he’s hovering above you, one finger curled deep inside you, asking if you were feeling anything. and god, you were. it was better than you’d imagined.

bestfriend!ushijima who gets progressively turned on seeing you squirm and moan from him penetrating you with just one finger. he wasn’t aware that his one singular finger was already stretching you out so well. he wasn’t aware that he could even have such an effect on someone.

bestfriend!ushijima whose cock is rock hard the moment you cum around his fingers, moaning his name. he’d never once thought about doing such a thing with you. after all you’d been his best friend since he could remember. but lust got the better of him for once.

“could we try something else now?” he asked, eyes hungry, already unbuckling his belt.

tsukishima kei. lips

tsukishima had an unhealthy obsession with your lips. the way they felt soft against his, the way they looked when you pouted, glossy and sticky from your lipgloss. your lips really turned him on.

he especially loved when they were wrapped around his cock, so plump and wet from your own spit, the sight really has him losing all composure.

“just like that, baby,” he breathed, his hand around your jaw.

he preferred finishing on your face, watching his semen drip down to your mouth as he drags his tip over your bottom lip. his cum on your lips looked way better than any lipgloss could.

and when you moved your tongue over your lips to lick them clean he almost came again just from how hot that was.

tendou satori. thighs

tendou just loves your thighs. he always finds an excuse to squish his face right between them, just laying there comfortably as you two talk about your day. it was cute, really. sometimes he’d even nap on them as you played with his hair. you’d almost thought that was all.

it had stated innocently enough, one second he was humming along as you told him about a show you had been watching, the next, his tongue was on your clit, nails digging into the flesh of your thighs.

“fuck, ‘m so close ‘tori,” you whimpered as you neared your high, thighs pressing together.

he didn’t care that you were basically suffocating him, he’d gladly die if it was between your thighs. and when you finally came, he pressed soft kisses on the insides of your thighs, rubbing them as your legs still shook from the high.

semi eita. neck

your exposed neck always drove semi insane. he just can’t help himself when he sees that delicate skin being so open and free for him to paint in bruises and bites. sometimes you were wondering if he was secretly a vampire. scarfs and turtlenecks had become your go-to pieces of clothing ever since you had started dating semi. his marks were just so harsh and prominent that they were impossible to cover up with make-up alone.

“eita, i have a meeting tomorrow. don’t—,” you gasped as his teeth sank into your flesh, sucking slightly. he wasn’t listening. of course he wasn’t. once he was locked in, there was no going back.

he parted from you slightly, only enough to talk. “but baby, you look so good all marked up,” he purred before diving back in, placing sloppy kisses all over your neck as his cock drove into you in slow, deep thrusts.

you were already dreading the looks you’d get for wearing a scarf in the middle of summer.

suguru daishou. ass

suguru is an ass guy, unapologetically so. it might be basic but he’s absolutely obsessed with your generous curve, constantly groping you whenever and wherever. while hugging you, his hand would slide just too low, when lounging, he insisted you’d sit on his lap. you were never safe from him.

so it really wasn’t a surprise that his favorite positions were doggy, reverse cowgirl or anything that would give him a nice view of your bubble butt. sometimes he’d even slide his cock over your other hole on ‘accident’.

“daishou— wrong hole!”

“oops, my bad,” he chuckled, though you knew he didn’t mean it because he didn’t bother moving away from your backdoor.

you weren’t exactly against trying new things but you really didn’t think he’d be able to fit his fat cock in there. it shouldn’t humanly be possible, right?

“just the tip, yeah?”

kozume kenma. hands

kenma wouldn’t dare admit that your hands have him weak, but he really loves your touches, especially in areas that don’t usually see the light. you jerking him off while he gamed was a quiet fantasy of his, one that he wasn’t going to ask you to participate in. but then you somehow had the same idea one day and ever since then he’s been obsessed.

his breathing was heavy, legs trembling as he desperately tried to keep his cool while stuck in an unpausable online campaign with voice chat. your hand had been working on him for a while now, thumb brushing his tip just right and he was so so close.

you lifted the back of your other hand to his mouth for him to bite on as he came into your palm, but he still let out a sound he couldn’t quite cover. “your mic’s still on, y’know?”

sakusa kiyoomi. ears

it wasn’t weird. sakusa did not have an ear-fetish, if anything, he thought you were the one who had it. he simply liked how sensitive you were whenever he got near your ears. the first time he noticed that was when he had tried kissing your temple and missed. his lips had brushed your ear slightly and you immediately shivered and turned beet red. your reaction turned him on.

ever since then he’s been loving riling you up by kissing or licking the outside of your ear. it was supposed to be gross, he wasn’t supposed to do it, but with you, he didn’t care.

“kiyoomi—,” you gasped as his fingers slid inside you, his hot breath near your ear.

sakusa leaned down, dragging his tongue along the side of your ear, earning a moan from you. oh, he loved your reactions so, so much.

miya osamu. stomach

osamu had no idea why he loved your belly so much, really, it just came to him naturally. he doesn’t care whether it’s flat, bloated or chubby, he’ll rub and kiss it to anyway. of course, when sleeping and cuddling he always has to be the big spoon, holding your stomach and rubbing gentle circles with his thumb.

though, his favorite thing ever was seeing how your stomach bulged from his generously sized cock.

“ya’ feel that?” he grunted, pressing his palm to the bulge. “i’m all the way up here.”

sometimes he’d dirty talk about how he couldn’t wait to fill you with his cum and have you pregnant with a nice, round belly. but the look in his eyes had you starting to think it was more than just dirty talk.

miya atsumu. breasts

boobs are a classic and atsumu worships yours. he loves nuzzling his face into them or absentmindedly groping them while watching a movie. he always exaggerated that he needed to have at least one of them in his palms or else he couldn’t function.

during intimacy he was merciless. squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples, putting a mouthful of one of them into his mouth and sucking and licking like his life depended on it.

when you got pregnant and your breasts enlarged to store the breastmilk properly he found himself struggling to stay calm.

he tried, he really did, but then you started leaking early. and he couldn’t possibly let anything go to waste.

“can i?” he mumbled, his face already at your leaking nipple.

partner in crime

you and kuroo had always been close, so close that sometimes you thought it could be more than friendship. so close that sometimes even other people thought it was more than friendship. though every time someone asked about it, it was him who’d laugh and brush it off.

“seriously? no, we’re just friends!”

he’d made it clear he wasn’t interested so you never tried to step past the friendship barrier. it was hopeless after all, yet your heart couldn’t stop yearning.

stab in the heart

you knew kuroo wasn’t always going to stay single. you knew one day someone who’d make him happy would come around and you knew it wouldn’t be you. though, you didn’t expect it to hurt that much when he introduced you to his partner.

you’d seriously thought they wouldn’t last long. no, you hoped they wouldn’t last long. but soon you had to accept this was inevitable.

third wheel

he’d invite you to his dates. you knew his partner didn’t like you, you couldn’t blame them, really. you’d also be weirded out if your partner kept bringing their best friend everywhere. somehow, however, it gave you hope.

somehow you’d thought him bringing you everywhere would make him realize he enjoyed your company more than his partners. you were wrong.

will you marry me?

you were first person who knew about his plans to propose. he had come to you one night, asking for your help and of course, as the great best friend you were, you gave it your all. and so, you planned the proposal with a heavy chest and wet eyes.

planning it almost felt like planning your own funeral. more than once you had felt like throwing up from your overwhelming feelings. you’d wondered why you were still in love with him if he was so far out of your reach.

at the altar

you didn’t stand next to him at the altar. instead, you sat with the group of relatives and friends as you wiped your tears, both from sadness and happiness. you’d clapped, you’d hugged him and his partner and handed them their gift with a bright smile.

deep down however, you were breaking, wishing the one at the alter had been you instead.

should’ve kissed you anyway

even after years you still found yourself thinking back at the moments you’ve shared with kuroo. and each and every single time you thought you should’ve just acted on your feelings. you should’ve just kissed him that time in highschool, that one rainy night at his apartment. you should’ve just taken the risk.

now you sat alone and you’d regret your decisions for the rest of your life.

pervy!tsukishima who literally cannot keep his hands off of you. walking? he’ll have his hand on your hip like you’d run away if he didn’t. sitting? a firm grip on your thigh. watching a movie on the couch? he’ll have you pressed against him so close you can feel him getting hard behind you.

pervy!tsukishima who struggles with distance and gets so desperate he’ll just fuck his fist to the thought of you or to your pictures when you’re not home. he’ll even keep a folder of your nudes on his phone, laptop and practically wherever he possibly can so he wont lose those treasures.

pervy!tsukishima who gets painfully hard at every little trivial thing you do. brushing your hair behind your ear, stepping on your tiptoes to reach something from the top shelf, anything gets him going. you just undo him that much.

pervy!tsukishima who sits in lectures thinking about you, naked and trapped beneath him, while he should be paying attention. he’ll literally daydream about just fucking your brains out, then go jerk off in the university toilet.

pervy!tsukishima who’ll have you pressed against the door, lips trailing down your body as soon as you enter your apartment. he’s so impatient and greedy for your sweet insides. you don’t even get to take off your shoes before he pounds you right there.

pervy!tsukishima who can’t even leave you alone in your sleep. he’ll rub his hard cock against your ass just to relieve himself, careful not to wake you because it turns him on even more seeing you all unknowing and defenseless.

pervy!tsukishima who’s so impatient he’ll literally just take you against a wall in an empty corridor, maybe the elevator or even behind a building. he doesn’t really care if anyone sees, in fact, he’d be glad if someone did. everyone should know how good he fucks you.

pervy!tsukishima who genuinely thought of ordering a custom fleshlight of your pussy to use when you’re not home. but the thought of someone else having a mould of your precious hole made him throw that thought away real quick.

pervy!tsukishima who will never in his life ever admit he’s a pervert but you know him well enough and in all honesty you don’t mind at all. you thrive on being wanted by him this badly.

⠀⠀oikawa tooru was a bad boyfriend and it really didn’t take you long to figure that out.

⠀⠀ you had been dating for just a little over 4 months and you seriously didn’t believe it would last any longer. you were tired, exhausted even, at your boyfriends negligence. you wondered if he even knew he had a girlfriend in the first place.

⠀⠀when oikawa asked you out, you had thought it was the luckiest day of your life. the oikawa tooru, the by far most popular guy at school, liking you back? it felt like a dream back then, now you wished it actually was one.

⠀⠀it wasn’t that you didn’t love him anymore, but you were starting to doubt that he loved you still. he’d go weeks without texting or calling you, when you’d show up for lunch break he’d brush you off, saying he was busy. on weekends when you had planned dates he swore he’d show up but barely did, always using practice as an excuse. you knew he practiced a lot but god forbid someone makes time for their girlfriend. you could literally count the amount of times you’d gone on dates on one hand.

⠀⠀it was really getting to you and the worst thing was that he made no effort in even appearing taken. he still always accommodated his fangirls by charmingly flirting with them and it was driving you insane. no one really even had any idea you two were going out! why the hell was he even dating you?

⠀⠀safe to say, you were done. done running after him like a dog, done clinging to whatever love he had given you when you started dating. nothing of that was left anymore, so you knew you had to end it for your own sanity.

⠀⠀you had asked him to meet you behind the gym before his practice and he actually showed up, uniform perfectly sitting on him, bag slung over his shoulder and that idiotic grin you used to love.

⠀⠀you stood with your arms crossed, not bothering to greet him properly.

⠀⠀”we need to talk.”

⠀⠀his eyebrows raised at your stern tone, bag carelessly dropping on the floor.

⠀⠀”baby, that sounds serious,” he said sheepishly, not fully grasping the situation.

⠀⠀you scoffed. “don’t ‘baby’ me, tooru.”

⠀⠀”don’t stand there and act like you don’t know what’s going on,” you snapped, voice nearly breaking at the intensity of it.

⠀⠀oikawa stood frozen in place, confusion plastered across his face. he had no idea why you were so angry. bad day? your period? nothing made sense in his head. he couldn’t think of anything he’d done to upset you.

⠀⠀he had made it clear he missed the last dates because of practice, he had told you he simply forgot to text or call you because he had so much to do for the team. so he thought you couldn’t possibly be mad over any of that, right? after all, his ex-girlfriends never really cared as long as he was there from time to time.

⠀⠀you on the other hand, were dumbfounded at his obliviousness. how could he not have realized anything at all?

⠀⠀”tooru, i can’t do this anymore,” you sighed.

⠀⠀”it’s best if we break up.”

⠀⠀you words hit right through his chest. bullseye. he’d never been broken up with before. his last relationships had always ended on his terms, not that he truly liked any of them anyway. but you? you were the one he actually truthfully cared for, loved even. the one where he thought he’d definitely have to do it right. and yet, he messed up. and he didn’t even know why. he was devastated.

⠀⠀”wait—,” he stumbled forward, his hand reaching for nothing at all. “did i do something wrong?”

⠀⠀”you did everything wrong,” you exclaimed in disbelief. how was he not getting it still?

⠀⠀”tooru, how exactly do you think relationships work?” you asked then, though it wasn’t really a question.

⠀⠀ “you think texting and calling me once a month is love? you think cancelling every other date is love? what about the girls you keep flirting with for fun? is that love to you?” you continued, tears swelling in your eyes, though more from frustration than from sadness.

⠀⠀the realization hit him faster than a jump serve. he really hadn’t been a good boyfriend. even though he swore to himself he’d get it right this time, somehow he still messed up. badly. your tear-filled eyes cut straight through him. he’d assumed you were fine because you’d always accepted everything so easily, because the girls before you did too. he thought this was love. that relationships didn’t need much effort because, in the end you two live separate lives. but he couldn’t have been more wrong.

⠀⠀”i— i had no idea,” he stuttered, failing to find the right words.

⠀⠀”that’s the problem,” you interrupted.

⠀⠀”when you told me you loved me, did you even know what you were saying?”

⠀⠀his chest ached painfully. he opened his mouth to say something, anything. but nothing would come out.

⠀⠀”thought so,” you said flatly, wiping your tears before walking past him, ready to leave as you were done.

⠀⠀he couldn’t let it end like this. he shouldn’t. he had to make it right even if he didn’t know how to.

⠀⠀”please,” he whispered desperately, grabbing your wrist.

⠀⠀”i’ll make it right. i’ll make it up to you, i promise. just—,” his throat went dry.

⠀⠀”don’t leave,” it came out so quietly you almost didn’t hear it.

⠀⠀your eyes stung. every fiber of your body told you to let it go. to move on and find someone worthy of your love. that the boy standing in front of you, defenseless and trembling, wasn’t going to change.

⠀⠀you shouldn’t. you really shouldn’t.

⠀⠀but you did anyway. “one last chance.”

kageyama tobio. you

he’d never said it out lout before. the three words of strong affection, the promise of truth and loyalty. you weren’t doubting him, you’d never, but still you wondered if he’d ever say it. so, instead of waiting, you said it first.

“tobio, i love you,” you mumbled as you laid against his chest on your bed. his grip around your waist tightened as he froze.

“love—?” he spluttered, sitting up, moving you with him.

you nodded. “what about you?”

panic and surprise painted his face, heat rising to his ears.

“what— i—,” he stumbled over his own words. “of course, i do! what makes you think i don’t?!”

he was terrified that he hadn’t been a good boyfriend and that you were doubting him now. it never occurred to him that he’d never said it before. he never thought it was necessary.

“i was just wondering… you’ve never said it before,” you mumbled, avoiding his gaze.

kageyama grabbed your face, forcing your eyes on his.

“i love you. i love you!”

tsukishima kei. you

you’d been dating tsukishima long enough that you knew he showed his affection through actions more than words. but you still wanted him to tell you that he loved you.

“kei, do you love me?” you asked one night, sprawled across his bed as he sat at his desk, working on some piece of homework you couldn’t be bothered to do.

“‘course i do,” he mumbled, not looking up from his paper.

it wasn’t enough, so you tried a different approach the next day. you were on a date, a small café just outside town when you dropped the bomb.

“kei,” you smiled. “i love you.”

his hold on your hand tightened.

“me too,” he said slowly. then he glanced up at you, eyes widening when he saw your angry expression. he knew what you wanted, he wasn’t stupid.

he sighed, defeated. “i love you too.”

and when you grinned at him with that radiant smile that always made his heart jump, it became his favorite thing to say, even if it was a little embarrassing.

sugawara koushi. him

he said it the moment he confessed to you. you remember it as clear as day. it was in the courtyard after practice, him still sweaty from running around the gym, you still holding the empty water bottles you were meant to put away, as the teams manager.

“i’m in love with you,” he said, voice steady, eyes soft. “i have been for a while now actually.”

you froze then. unsure how to react because of course, you also had been crushing on him and such a heartfelt confession was the least you’d expected.

now, a while into dating, he always made sure to tell you at least once a day.

“i love you,” he’d say, kissing your cheek as he left for practice.

“i love you,” he’d whisper, shifting closer to you in bed as you drifted to sleep.

“i love you,” he’d yell over the cheers after the team won a match.

it wasn’t excessive, it wasn’t annoying. it was genuine and honest and lovely. and you loved being loved by him. you vowed to give everything back to him, so you too always showed him your love. with both words and actions.

oikawa tooru. you

it came out on a random tuesday morning. you were just eating breakfast at his place when you felt like finally saying it. it had been on your tongue for a while now but you weren’t sure how he’d react.

you’d always felt somewhat inferior to his multiple fangirls. he had so much love from them already, you thought you wouldn’t be able to keep up with that.

“i love you, tooru,” you grinned.

oikawa froze. he’d heard those words multiple times before. his fangirls never stopped yelling that into his face so he never really felt like it meant a lot. until now.

hearing you say you love him swelled his chest up with warmth and he realized that, for once, he was being loved truthfully and thoroughly. those words from you meant everything to him.

“say that again,” he whispered, dazed.

ushijima wakatoshi. him

you’d been the one who confessed first, who kissed him first and who initiated about almost everything ever since you started dating. so you hoped he’d be the one to drop the love bomb first. but he never did. and you took it personal.

he found you crying in your dorm one night, legs pulled to your chest. when he asked you what’s wrong you refused to tell him at first, but he kept pushing, worry spread all over his face.

“do you even love me, toshi?” you sniffled out eventually.

he was taken aback at the question, confused by what would make you think the he didn’t.

“baby, why wouldn’t i?” he asked softly, tilting his head, brows furrowed.

oh, innocent, oblivious ushijima. you knew he didn’t mean any harm, he probably hadn’t realized how much it really meant to you.

“you never said it, you know,” you mumbled, somewhat embarrassed by how much it hurt you.

his eyes widened. it hit him then. he truly hadn’t realized how much it meant to you. he had assumed it was trivial because you’d never said it either.

“i do love you,” he whispered, pulling you close.

“of course i love you. i’m so sorry.”

and from that day on he never forgot to remind you.

⠀⠀strawberry shortcake. that was your boyfriend’s favorite dessert, so that’s what you’d be baking him for his birthday. easy-peasy. or so you thought.

⠀⠀little did you know you were an absolute failure when it came to baking. you’d only ever baked muffins before; with a ready-mix, of course and you’d somehow manage to burn them slightly, but they were still very edible. so you really hadn’t expected to be that horrible at making a basic cake.

⠀⠀now you stood in your tiny apartment’s kitchen, flour on your face, the floor, the ceiling somehow. milk splattered on the ground, an egg running over the counter. tsukishima was going to be home any minute and you hadn’t even gotten close to making a cake.

⠀⠀your cat, mikan, a tiny ginger ball of floof, meowed at you from your feet. you knew he was judging you, you could hear it in his tone. “don’t look at me like that,” you sighed, defeated.

⠀⠀you could already see tsukishima laughing at your ridiculous inability to navigate yourself around the kitchen. you’d been living together for a few years now and it was usually him who took on the cooking and when he came home late you’d just order take-out. you hadn’t realized how spoiled you were.

⠀⠀cursing under your breath you slowly started to clean up when the front door opened.

⠀⠀“i’m home.”

⠀⠀before you could reply, he was in the kitchen. your apartment was small after all. you watched as his eyes widened at the sight of the kitchen in a complete mess with you, guilty, right in the middle of it.

⠀⠀and then the corners of his lips tugged up. he brought a hand to his mouth, muffling his laugh behind it.

⠀⠀”don’t start,” you warned, angrily wiping the egg off the counter.

⠀⠀he cleared his throat. “i wasn’t going to.” an absolute lie. you knew he thought the whole situation was hilarious.

⠀⠀”did mikan try to bake?” he teased then.

⠀⠀you shot him a glare, ready to snap back at him before he walked up behind you and wrapped his big, strong arms around your waist.

⠀⠀”don’t be mad,” he hummed. “it’s not your fault you’re hopeless in the kitchen.” of course he still wasn’t done teasing you.

⠀⠀you crossed your arms over your chest, slightly pouting, still sad and frustrated at your failure. “it was supposed to be a birthday gift.”

⠀⠀tsukishima leaned down, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder before turning you around in his arms.

⠀⠀”hm, you need a shower,” he wiped the flour off your cheek, smirking. “and actually, i do too. maybe that could be your gift for me instead.”

⠀⠀you knew what he was getting to. and in all honesty you weren’t exactly against it.

⠀⠀”help me bake after?” you pecked his lips.

⠀⠀”sure, if you can still walk after.”

⠀⠀you hadn’t meant to come to the reunion, really. highschool was a chapter you wanted to keep closed and shut away as far as possible and parties weren’t your thing anyway. yet, here you were; in a room too hot, with a dress too short, holding a drink too strong. you weren’t even entirely sure whose house you were in.

⠀⠀it wasn’t fun. it wasn’t nostalgic. conversations died quickly, your friends had disappeared somewhere and the music was awful. you had no idea why you hadn’t gone home yet. you should’ve. but well— there was one thing keeping you there. monoma neito was meant to come.

⠀⠀you swore to yourself it was only curiosity, that you only wanted to know if he had changed at all, if he was still a jerk. but truth be told, you also wanted to see if your feelings for him were still existent.

⠀⠀ monoma and you hated each other in highschool. constantly bickering and fighting over everything, even if it had no significance at all. the lingering tension made it fun. it somewhat became a game of who could piss the other off more and somewhere along the way you had developed the tiniest crush on him that you never acted upon, clearly. because what’s more embarrassing than confessing your feelings to your meant-to-be-enemy.

⠀⠀an hour had passed and you seriously thought about leaving and forgetting about some stupid highschool crush, you were an adult now for god’s sake. but that’s when monoma decided to show up, fashionably late, of course.

⠀⠀”man, i thought you forgot about us!” tetsutetsu yelled over the music as he pulled monoma into a brotherly hug.

⠀⠀ “i wouldn’t dare!” monoma laughed moving to greet everyone else.

⠀⠀his voice was still annoying. he still looked annoying too. annoyingly attractive. you chugged down your cheap drink, deciding to hide away in the kitchen as the party went on. he wasn’t going to greet you anyway, was he? actually, you were almost certain he wouldn’t even remember you. well, you were wrong.

⠀⠀”there you are,” his voice cut through the air. you could hear his smirk before you saw it.

⠀⠀you turned, facing him. he was casually leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. up close you could see the subtle change in his looks. he looked older, more refined. not like the sixteen year old boy who had pledged to make your highschool life hell.

⠀⠀”i thought kendo was lying when she said you’d be here. socializing was never really your thing,” he chuckled, eyes scanning you up and down. “still isn’t, i see.”

⠀⠀”and being nice still isn’t yours, i see,” you shot back, pouring yourself another drink.

⠀⠀monoma moved towards the counter next to you, grabbing a drink for himself. he was so close you could smell the musky scent of his cologne.

⠀⠀”so we’re still playing this game, are we?” he said, his smirk widening.

⠀⠀it was suffocating, really. four years had passed, four years of telling yourself it was just a silly crush and yet the feelings came back like waves crashing at your shore. and you didn’t want to drown. you couldn’t. your pride wouldn’t allow that. so you gulped down another cup, before pouring one more.

⠀⠀”woah. slow down, little one,” monoma said, half tease, half surprise, grabbing your wrist to stop you from drinking yourself into oblivion.

⠀⠀the nickname made your stomach flip. damn him. you weren’t even that short and he wasn’t necessarily tall either. he was just messing with you, as always. and the worst thing was that your words had caught in your throat. back then, finding a retort to his teasing was easy, now you felt like throwing up when speaking to him. you’d really grown weak over the years, the unresolved feelings hit you hard.

⠀⠀you yanked yourself off his grip. “i can handle my liquor just fine, thank you very much,” you knew it was a lie. he knew it was a lie. but you said it anyway, already moving towards the door, determined to escape him and rejoin the party. and he let you go, way too amused by the whole situation.

⠀⠀you couldn’t possibly spend another minute next to him. it was driving you insane. his scent, his voice, his whole presence made you want to come undone right there.

⠀⠀when you rejoined the party the alcohol caught up to you way faster than you’d expected. you had never been a good drinker, but damn, you now realized you were actually horrible. it was almost embarrassing. almost. because the alcohol numbed all your senses.

⠀⠀stumbling through the the house, you desperately tried to find a hideout. the music was going to burst your eardrums any second. at last, you found what seemed to be a bedroom, far away from the noise of your drunken friends. you didn’t care whose it was, your legs were wobbly, barely holding you up and the bed was soft and so comfortable.

⠀⠀ you buried you face in your hands as you sat on the edge of the bed, your head was throbbing. you really shouldn’t have come. stupid you, always chasing things you knew you couldn’t possibly get. your eyelids flickered, vision blurry. when you suddenly heard the door open and close, you almost thought it was your imagination, the alcohol playing a trick on you, until the very same annoying voice you’d been trying to avoid filled the room.

⠀⠀ “what did you say about being able to hold your liquor?” monoma teased, kneeling in front of you, the smirk, however, faltered as soon as he saw your messed up state up close. “fucking hell, how much did you drink?”

⠀⠀ somehow his voice sounded softer than normally, concerned even. it echoed through your ears. “please, don’t act like you care,” you slurred.

⠀⠀ and when you met his eyes, something inside you stirred. you weren’t sure who moved first, it was probably you. no, it was definitely you. but he didn’t even try to stop you and by the next second you tasted him on your lips. mouths connected in a harsh kiss, teeth clashing, the alcohol only fueling the desire. you knew you’d wake up with no memory of this night, so you really couldn’t care less about what was going to happen now. and you’d admit it, you wanted him badly.

⠀⠀ monoma shifted, laying you down onto the bed, hovering above you without breaking the kiss. only when you whimpered against his mouth he parted.

⠀⠀ “you’re so fucking drunk. you’re going to make me look like the bad guy here.”

⠀⠀ grabbing a handful of his shirt, you pulled him back down to you. “don’t care,” you breathed. “please—,” he didn’t let you finish as his lips crashed onto yours again.

⠀⠀ you were absolutely gone by the time your clothes had come off. it was just heat and pleasure, no room for thoughts. his soft hands reached every right spot, pleasure surged through you like electricity as his fingers moved inside you in a relentless pace. your back arched, hips desperately rolling into his touch.

⠀⠀ you’d been dreaming of this for years. and you knew he was probably having the time of his life having you wrapped around his finger, quite literally. you cursed yourself internally for letting him have the upper hand and showing yourself in such an embarrassing state, but seriously, it felt way too good. though, it wasn’t nearly enough.

⠀⠀ “fuck, neito—,” his name had been a constant sound coming from your mouth for the past 10 minutes. now you were trembling, legs shaking as you were nearing your first orgasm. you were so, so close to the edge and he knew it.

⠀⠀ the knot in your stomach welled as you squeezed your eyes shut, ready for the wave to crash over you. but it never came. monoma, that jerk, had pulled out his fingers at the very last second with a smirk you really wanted to wipe off his face.

⠀⠀ your breathing was uneven as you looked at him with wide eyes, disbelief planted all over your face. and then he dared to move his fingers to his mouth to lick them clean of your slick. fuck, it was hot. but you were so, so frustrated.

⠀⠀ “you asshole, what was that for?” you gasped, trying to catch your breath.

⠀⠀ monoma smirked. “where’s the fun if we don’t finish together, hm?” his fingers tracing lazy circles on your hip. “patience, darling.”

⠀⠀ but you really weren’t having it. at all. you huffed, grabbing his arms and swiftly switching positions with him. he was caught of guard, unable to react quickly enough before you straddled his lap.

⠀⠀ “patience my ass. i’ve been patient for the past four years,” you murmured, desperately working your hands on his belt.

⠀⠀ monomas hands instinctively flew to your hips, nails digging into your soft skin as he leaned against the headboard. his eyebrows arched, lips tugging into a filthy smirk.

⠀⠀ “very well then, take what you want, princess.”

⠀⠀ you cursed under your breath, you hated his stupidly attractive smug face and how much he was turning you on by simply existing.

⠀⠀ and when you finally released him from his uncomfortably tight trousers and underwear you almost came at the sight of his generously sized, thick cock. it wasn’t unnaturally large, not small either, but it was the width that caught your eye. so perfectly big, throbbing and veiny.

⠀⠀ suddenly, monomas grip on you tighened, impatiently dragging your hips forward.

⠀⠀ “done staring?” he teased.

⠀⠀ you bit your lip, adjusting yourself on top of him before slowly moving down, letting your pink gummy walls swallow his cock. the stretch was painful, in a good way. he already filled you up so well and he wasn’t even fully inside yet.

⠀⠀ your mind was hazy, eyes blurry as you kept trying to take more and more of him, stretching yourself to a point you hadn’t thought was possible.

⠀⠀ monoma was quite enjoying the sight of you struggling on top of him. his hands stroked your sides, he was determined to let you go down on him yourself.

⠀⠀ “good job, my girl,” he purred, kissing your collarbone as you finally fit all of him inside of you.

⠀⠀ your head was ringing, you could barely make out his words but you felt so, so good being filled to the brim with his cock. it rubbed your walls and kissed your cervix just right. you almost wanted to stay connected like this forever.

⠀⠀ when monoma shifted under you, his cock slightly moving, you felt the pleasure flowing through your whole body. now, you weren’t a virgin and you had never exactly been that sensitive but there was just something about monoma that made you go absolutely feral. it was almost embarrassing how high on dick you were.

⠀⠀ you bounced on him shamelessly, chasing that oh so sweet orgasm he had denied you earlier. you didn’t keep quiet, you weren’t even trying to. you had long forgotten that you were in a house full of people, on a bed that didn’t belong to you. but that was a problem for the next day. now, all you could think about was monoma and his deliciously thick cock ramming into you so well.

⠀⠀ monoma, too, couldn’t keep his mouth shut. “fuck, you feel so good,” he grunted against your throat, placing slopping kisses all over it.

⠀⠀ “you feel that? how deep i am hitting inside you?” he just kept running his mouth while your head was throbbing from the drinks you had before. you really didn’t need all that dirty talk right now, you just wanted to cum.

⠀⠀ “so fucking tight for—“

⠀⠀ “shut up already,” you groaned, crashing your lips against his in an attempt to stop him from talking.

⠀⠀ he grinned into the kiss, his hips snapping up to meet your rhythm. you could feel your orgasm building up inside you, your movements getting sloppy as you neared the edge.

⠀⠀ you couldn’t quite believe you were actually fucking your long term crush right now. alcohol really did make you bold and you knew you would not be able to look him in the eyes tomorrow. but right now none of that mattered.

⠀⠀ when you came a minute later, gasping his name, your tight walls clenched around his cock, daring to snap it right off. he followed a few thrusts after, spilling his gooey, delicious cum deep inside of you, filling you with a comfortable warmth.

⠀⠀ your collapsed against his shoulder, breathless and spent but not quite satisfied. his hands roamed your body, rubbing your back, your waist, your ass as he caught his breath.

⠀⠀ “round two?”

⠀⠀ you’d be insane to say no.

early mornings

you weren’t a morning person. you never have been and thought you never would be. the bed was simply way too warm and comfortable, especially with your big teddy-bear like boyfriend sprawled right next to you.

usually, he’d wake before you but lately you found it quite calming to watch him sleep. not in a creepy way. but in a ‘i can’t believe this is my life right now’ way. watching him sleep so soundly next to you made you feel whole and all warm inside. so waking up early wasn’t too bad after all.

where’s the trophy?

ever since you started dating ushijima you had been at each and every single one of his games, if your schedule allowed it or not. you’d always find a way to come support your boyfriend.

once when you weren’t there he messed up during an important match, now he insisted you were his lucky charm. after every match he’d come running straight to you in the crowd, pulling you into his big arms and whispering a quiet “thank you” against your hair.

in sickness and health

your boyfriend wasn’t whiny, ever. even when he came down with a fever he insisted he was fine. but you knew better, of course. you instantly cared for him as if he was a stray kitten, even if he tried hard to keep his strong demeanor up.

you’d always tell him he didn’t have to pretend with you, but he thought it was his duty to protect you, not the other way around. still, he let you pamper him because, secretly, he liked it quite a lot.

⠀⠀when you were a kid you really couldn’t wait to grow up and become an adult. now, as an adult, you were cursing yourself for ever thinking of adult life as a luxury. juggling university, work, hobbies and free time all at once was simply impossible. you knew that, of course. you were working two part time jobs outside of university yourself. you knew, and yet you still found yourself getting mad over your long term boyfriend’s lack of presence.

⠀⠀it started small; a forgotten date because he was too exhausted from work, then coming home way too late from practice multiple times a week and now you couldn’t even remember the last time you two had eaten dinner together.

⠀⠀you hadn’t wanted to get mad. you tried to understand him, really, to be mature and patient. but the frustration had been building up for weeks and you simply couldn’t keep it in anymore. now you stood across from tsukishima in your shared apartment, knuckles white, eyes wet with unshed tears.

⠀⠀he had just come back from practice, hair still wet from the shower, when you accused him of taking you for granted and asked him why he was still here if he wasn’t going to put in any effort. your words came out sharper than you had intended to and then it all turned into something bigger, something you weren’t ready to handle.

⠀⠀”what do you want me to do, huh?” he raised his voice. “i’ve been trying, god damn it!”

⠀⠀”you haven’t been trying enough, kei!” you shot back at him, voice slightly cracking at his name. you didn’t mean it, not really. but the anger in you spoke before your heart did.

⠀⠀looking back at your relationship you had never thought you’d be fighting, let alone over this. you had always been living in your starry eyed lavender haze, after all your relationship had been perfect up until right now.

⠀⠀ you missed the man who’d run to you after every successful match, not caring the slightest about a trophy, because you were worth more than that. the man who’d give you sweet nothings that still made your heart feel warm and filled your face with crimson. but now the man who stood in front of you was a stranger, someone you barely recognized because life had caught up to him.

⠀⠀ “i gave you so many signs, kei! please, i just miss having you around,” you pleaded.

⠀⠀yes, you had given him multiple signs of your disappointment, you’d hoped he’d come around, realize his negligence and come back to you. you’d thought the signs had been enough, that you wouldn’t have to confront him about it but he was so immersed in his own world that he never once saw how much he had been draining the color out of you. you had been too understanding, too accommodating and now you paid the price of living in your tomb of silence. your sweet dream was over, you could see it all slipping right out of your hands.

⠀⠀ “you think i don’t miss it too?” he snapped, drawing up his defenses as his frustration grew.

⠀⠀“god, i’ve been working my ass off so that we wouldn’t have to worry about anything but you can’t expect me to just drop everything for you.”

⠀⠀ you knew that. you weren’t asking for that. in fact, you weren’t entirely sure what you were asking for at all. you hadn’t really thought about it when you brought it up to him.

⠀⠀ the silence hit harder than the argument itself. is it over now? you thought. you could almost see him walking straight out of the door and never coming back. the tears flowed freely now, fear of losing him catching up to you. you hadn’t meant to start a war. you’d lay your armor down if he’d just say he’d rather love than fight. all you needed from him was the reassurance that you’d both survive on this battleground of feelings. you were almost certain he’d give up on you right then and there, like everyone else did before. your past was screaming at you from the crypt.

⠀⠀but then tsukishima reached for you. his expression changing into something more vulnerable. “please, i—,” his voice cracked away.

⠀⠀his chest stung painfully. fear creeping into his face as his freezing hands covered yours. he was scared, absolutely terrified, that his carelessness had broken the one read thing he’d ever known. and the realization kicked in that if he couldn’t fix this you’d be the biggest loss of his life.

⠀⠀”i’m sorry. i know i should’ve been there more. i’m trying, i really am,” his voice was shaking as his hand reached up to caress your tear streaked face. “i won’t always be able to do everything right but i need you to know that i want this to work.”

⠀⠀he wiped the tears from your cheek and continued, voice softer now. “i want you. but i need you to trust me more freely. i couldn’t dare lose you over this. i’ll make up for this, i promise.”

⠀⠀you had never seen him so broken and blue, so terrified. you could feel the tremble in his hands as he held your face, see the sweat forming on his forehead. he meant every word he said, you knew him well enough for that. and suddenly you felt guilty for ever doubting his love for you, so you called off your troupes.

⠀⠀”kei, i’m— i’m so sorry,” you sobbed, the words catching in your throat.

⠀⠀he pulled you into him then, holding your face against his chest as he gently stroked your head.

⠀⠀”no, no. we can make this work, yeah?” he whispered into your hair.

⠀⠀you nodded eagerly into his chest as he drew up more good faith treaties. and for once, you didn’t draw your curtains closed, instead you believed him fully. you believed that you’d be able to fix this going forward. the fight had burned you two straight to the core, but for the better. your love had survived the great war.

⠀⠀”i vow i will always be yours.”