summary - a filthy, messy make-out session with okarun in his yokai form
pairings - ken takakura /okarun x gn!reader
warnings: intense messy, wet kissing, use of pet names
in his yokai form, okarun exuded a stark contrast to his more tender, transformed self. when he slipped into that state, his presence became overwhelming—commanding, intense, and brimming with raw power. the energy shifts, and every movement radiated dominance, leaving no room for resistance.
in this form, his kisses are aggressive, assertive—wet and possessive. his lips press against yours with a dominating force, claiming every inch with a possessive, almost punishing grip. his hands are firm, holding you firmly in place, leaving little doubt about who’s in control. each movement is calculated, calculated to elicit reaction after reaction—his touch rougher, his kiss deeper, demanding more.
his kisses leave you breathless, yet somehow deeply satisfied in the depths of your being, because when okarun transforms, it’s as if every part of him—every desire—is amplified.
his icy mask had shifts backward to allow his mouth to devour yours, hot and needy.
you run your hands through his hair, causing his muscles to tense at contact, a rare shudder passing through his body.
he pulled away from your mouth with a wet smack, mouthing down to your neck and suckling your skin there. his tongue would swipe along to taste the salt of your skin, his usually cold lips now scorching against your skin.
you'd squirm in his lap at his planned administration, a pathetic whimpering mess, folding at a mere touch from him.
but he'd hold you in place, hands gripping your thighs tightly as if anchoring himself to you.
breathing heavily, he pulled back slightly, his molten red eyes blazing with heat; a thin sheen of sweat coated his brow.
his lips hovered over yours again, pressing fiercely, desperately with a squelch smearing your mixed saliva.
his movements were frantic—sloppy, needy, as if he couldn’t get enough, "mmmghhh!"
you moaned softly against his mouth, feeling the heat radiate off his skin, slick with sweat. your tongues tangling, breaths colliding in the most primal way. every touch feelingblike a desperate plea, his need overwhelming.
“you feel so good,” he groaned, his voice rough and strained. “i-i can’t stop…”
you'd whimper in response, your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer, wanting more—needing more. his mouth moved deeper, dragging over your lips with urgency. his breath hot against your skin...shaky and ragged, making it clear how hopeless he was.
“you’re… so perfect,” he mumbled between kisses, his lips trailing down your neck in sloppy, needy kisses that left a trail of warmth.
okarun kissed you like he was drowning, like he couldn’t get enough, and you were his anchor. his lips were slick against yours, every motion reckless, yet somehow tender in its frenzy.
the room was filled with nothing but the sound of your mixed breaths and the wet, desperate kisses—the need was unbearable, all-consuming, and neither of you cared.
his mouth parted yours with a firm, deliberate motion. his tongue slipped inside, moving with relentless intensity. The heat was overwhelming, and his kiss was messier—wet, sloppy, and raw.
the sounds of slurping echoed between you, his breath mingling with yours, his kisses leaving trails of saliva down your chin. you couldn’t help but gasp, a soft whimper escaping as his dominance consumed the moment. his grip on your waist tightened.
“fuck,” he groaned against your lips, his voice low and breathless.
the mess of this make-out session became intoxicating, blending passion with dominance—his touch, his kisses, his control.
you felt the need for a break, your fingers softly patting his chest to create some space for air.
"nnghhh-ah," you pecked his mouth, "c-can't breathe,"
“shh..shh...i've got ya,” he murmured, his voice low and steady, a soothing contrast to the fiery intensity of the moment. he splayed his hand under your shirt, slender fingers coaxing the tension out of your muscles.
his lips brushed yours one last time before pulling back completely, panting heavily against your mouth, his chest heaving.
he looked disheveled, his usually immaculate appearance ruined by the wet strands of hair clinging to his face and the drool dripping down his chin, "ah shit..." his tongue darted out to lick his lips.
your face was flushed, lips swollen and red from the intensity of the kiss. combined saliva slobbered down your chin and neck, making you look thoroughly kissed and marked.
okarun stared at you in awe and horror, having never seen anyone so utterly wrecked by desire. his eyes roamed over your face, taking in every detail of your messy, kissed-up appearance, "you look.... fucked. absolutely, completely fucked,"
you were still struggling to catch your breath, breathing in small puffs of air. you groaned, struggling to inhale.
“so dramatic,” he murmured, his voice rough but amused. he slowly brought his thumb to your chin, wiping away the slick there, "and messy,"
despite the teasing tone, there’s always a subtle softness behind his words—a way of keeping the balance between dominance and affection. his fingers gently trace small circles on your skin, a contrast to his earlier intensity.
“but,” his thumb slowly slid along your lower lip, the rest of his slender fingers cupping the side of your face loosely, “I fucking love it,”
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summary: kenji finds a secret that you have been keeping from him and it's making him doubt everything about you
pairings: kenji sato x fem!student!reader
warning: angst, arguments, emi defending you, mention of violence, gore, blood, and death, onset of a panic attack
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an undercover agent.
working for the kdf
kenji's mind was whirling as he glared at your watch with utmost loathing. he was up early that morning, not being able to sleep much with the information he had discovered.
"good morning," you walked into his lab in the basement.
the watch slipped his grasp and he accidently kicked it your way.
you turned towards it and your expression turned alarmed at once, "kenji... where did you find that?" you had an idea of what he might of seen if he had your watch.
kenji turned around to face you, his eyes blazing with anger as he strode towards you, "the kdf? seriously?"
"oh god, ken," you covered your face with your hands, "it's not what it looks like-"
"i can't believe I trusted you. all along, you were working against us. you're nothing but a traitor!"
you flinched at his words, hurt by the disappointment and betrayal in his voice. but despite the pain, you didn't know how to tell him the truth. so you steeled yourself for his barrage of accusations.
"you had me fooled all this time. it was all just a facade, wasn't it? you were leading me on, using me to get what you wanted,"
"please, let me explain," you tried to speak, your frustration rising, "allow me to explain. i need you to trust me, kenji," you picked up the watch and strapped it around your wrist.
"i can't. not anymore," he snapped in disdain, "I thought I wasn't good enough for you, when it was you who was wrong all along, "you know deep down that you're not good enough, don't you? that's why you're always trying so hard to prove yourself. you're just a poser, pretending to be something you're not,"
your shoulders sagged at his words and your expression cleared. you swore you heart your heart crack.
ah, he hit the home run.
emi stepped between you and kenji, crying out in perplexity. she had never seen you argue with each other, but now, she didn't like it one bit.
kenji stared up at her, "step aside, young lady! you're gonna be in big trouble!"
emi trilled in retaliation, glancing at you in confusion.
you wanted to defend yourself, to prove that he was wrong, but something didn't feel right.
you couldn't breathe.
a chill slithered down your sweaty back, bursting into a shiver throughout your body.
kenji yelled, losing all sense, "emi! you're taking her side but she's the bad guy! she will kill you!"
"that's enough, kenji!" professor sato thundered, having just entered the lab, and having heard enough.
you froze, all of it sinking it. the words ascended your throat to defend yourself, and when you opened your mouth, you could hardly breathe.
you clutched your chest, scurrying out of the lab, ignoring professor sato's calls.
emi hurried after you, sobbing, but the tube elevator had disappeared out of view. she slumped down in her place with a pout, ears drooping down.
you barged into your room, leaning on the edge of your bed, and slid down the floor.
the memories of your past come rushing back to you like a tidal wave.
flashes of your parents’ faces, their voices, and the sound of the door being broken down by armed guards fill your mind.
you were transported back to that terrifying day when your parents were arrested, your body trembling with fear and anger. You watched as the guards roughed up your parents, grabbing them without any consideration.
you feel the familiar pang of betrayal as you watch your parents being dragged into the van, their shouts of protest silenced by the KDF officers.
"no," you hit the side of your head repeatedly to knock off the images, "stop it!"
the scene changed, and you saw your parents being taken to a high-security facility. you watched as they were separated and taken to different rooms, their faces etched with worry and pain.
as you follow your parents, the memory begins to blur and shift. you can see your parents being subjected to intense questioning, their bodies bound to chairs as their minds are probed and invaded.
screams of pain echoed throughout the facility they tortured your parents to no end. blood oozing out of their skin where they had been beaten and battered up for information.
as you came out of the flashback, you were brought back to the present moment. the memories of your parents' arrest and torture came flooding back, and you felt yourself starting to spiral into yourself.
your breathing became shallow, your hands shaking, your mind racing with images of your parents in agony and drenched in blood.
your knees buckled, and you found yourself sinking to the ground. you could feel the onset of a panic attack, your body beginning to shake, chest tightening.
your watch beeped and your warbird suit encapsulated you, covering you from head to toe, metal plates shifting upwards over your body.
"no, not now," you screwed your eyes shut, reaching out to reality and attempting to steady your breathing.
snapping them open, your suit lit up and you began to gather yourself.
"her parents died that day," professor sato explained to kenji over the cries of emi, "they didn't make it through the interrogation. at first, y/n's father thought they were getting arrested for the identity of warbird, partner in crime of ultraman," he scoffed, "but they were wrong. it was for their involvement in kaiju studies. y/n's father knew where kaij island was. so they thought they could torture it out of him. it got so severe that they-" he paused, screwing his eyes shut in agony, "they tortured them to death," his voice shook.
kenji shut his eyes, his heart heavy with sorrow, regret, and guilt. The weight of his actions and the full extent of his guilt started to sink in, and he began to understand the gravity of his words.
"the kdf disposed of their bodies by faking a car accident. inconsiderate of the little girl that was orphaned," professor sato's heart ached at the memory, his eyes getting glassy.
"y/n got into the kdf under a fake name by using her skill and expertise to know why they were specifically after emi. and also to know if her parents were, by some miracle, still alive,"
"kenji, professor sato," mina interrupted, "dr. y/n is experiencing a panic attack. i suggest immediate assistance before her condition gets worse,"
kenji felt his heart drop, "where is she?" he spun around to face the ai, who was also worried for you.
"in the guest room, but kenji-"
he didn't let her finish. he rushed to the elevator, his brain screaming at him to get to you at once, "dad, watch emi, i'll go check in on y/n,"
once kenji skidded to a stop in front of your room, he found the door ajar. stepping in, he took in the bedroom's state of disarray.
several items were strewn across the room as though you had stumbled over them. the sheets on the bed were yanked off, leaving the mattress exposed.
but most of your things were gone, and so were you, leaving the balcony door open.
he sat alone in the empty room, consumed by a wave of guilt that seemed to crush him. he replayed the argument over and over in his mind, your broken expression, berating himself for the heated words he had spoken and the hurtful tone he had used.
he regretted allowing his emotions to boil over and push you away. the silence of the room was almost deafening, intensifying his sense of remorse and longing for your presence.
they will make it up to each other so, don't worry about it. even after i finish the series, i'll be writing drabbles because i can't get enough of kenji sato. if you guys have any requests, don't hesitate to send them.
also, do you guys want another smut chapter? i think it'll be an overkill. but if you guys want it, i'll make it work somehow;)
you leaned back on your chair, palm reaching back to massage the pain at the back of your neck. the light from the laptop flashed in your face, you had to complete a report, but your limbs were starting to give up, brain slowly shutting down.
there was a set of knocks on your guest room door and you uttered a 'come in'.
kenji stepped in with an awkward smile, raising his hand to wave at you, "hi,"
you rubbed your eyes with your fists, yawning, "kenji? what're you doing here?"
he let out a breath of fatigue, "couldn't sleep. emi blew a hole in my room and i could hear her stupid song playing. she wouldn't turn the volume down,"
"yikes," you grinned, getting to your feet and walking to him.
kenji noticed the exhaustion painted on your face, "tired, are you?"
"i still have this report to finish. ugh! i must look pathetic," you groaned in embarrassment, pressing your palms against your cheeks.
"still beautiful as ever," he stated, tipping his head to the side with a charming smile, eyes scanning your features.
"ken," you chided softly, "you've gotta stop that," the way he had with words would be the death of you.
"or what?" he stepped directly in front of you, teasing and leaning forward.
you stared up at him, "i-" you cleared your throat, feeling it close up, "kenji we shouldn't I'm her for professional reasons,"
"i know," he held your gaze, "but i have been watching you ever since you marched up my house to help emi and all i can think about is you," he fessed up, "i see the way you look at me. and it is not helping at all," he let out a breath, shaking his head lightly, "that one night we shared... it was everything to me. i ran like a coward then, because i was so afraid. but i won't this time," his breath came shallow as he bared his heart to you.
you could feel his hands sliding along your back, his touch sending shivers down your spine, "this is wrong, kenji,"
but the illogical part of you wanted it.
"his breath was hot against your ear as he whispered, "then why are you leaning into me?"
you stilled when you realized you had curved into his hold, letting him hold you while your hands rested on his shoulder.
"you're tense, baby. lemme take care of you," kenji dragged his hand up the side of your body, stopping at the side to swipe under the curve of your breasts.
you raised your brows at him, catching onto what he was hinting, "with everything on our plates right now? and with your father in the house?"
"the rooms are soundproofed," his hands settled down on your hips, thumbs circling, "dad's two corridors away,"
you stilled, looking up at him in a contemplating manner.
"besides, we're exhausted. we could use some unwinding," he sighed when your face was still muddled in indecisiveness, "look, this doesn't have to mean anything. not right now," he added immediately, seeing the offensive frown on your forehead.
the watch on your wrist beeped with a new message, but you slapped it off, putting all of your attention on the man in front of you.
"we can take it slow," kenji lifted your arm with the watch, gingerly unclasping it, "but if you don't want it, i can walk out of the room right now. just say the words," he pressed a kiss to the inside of your wrist where the watch had been strapped.
he was right. you were exhausted and you could use some unwinding, but...
"one rule then, no kissing on the lips," you stated strongly, eyes falling to his mouth.
kenji grinned, tipping your chin back with his finger, "i can work with that,"
his touch was slow and deliberate, memorizing every curve. he avoided your lips, his mouth lingering just millimeters away from yours, as he pressed his mouth to your cheek.
kenji guided you back to sit on the edge of the bed and laid you back softly. He settled his body between your legs, "i want you to relax," he caressed the top of your head, "can you do that for me?"
you raised a hand to his face, thumbing his cheek.
he relished your touch, gently grasping your fingers and pressing a kiss to each knuckle, "and i promise I'll make you feel so good,"
he moved down your body, tugging up your shirt to press a kiss to your soft stomach, moving further down.
you inhaled at the feel of his lips against your skin. but you stilled when a thought hit you, realizing:
no one has ever gone down on you
you pushed yourself up to your elbows, "uh, kenji wait!"
kenji was at the waistband of your sweatpants. he looked up at you through his hair, pupils dilated, "what's wrong? are you uncomfortable? should i stop?"
"no," you said bashfully, looking anywhere but at him, "the thing is i've never been- y'know," you widened your eyes in emphasis, hoping he'd catch on.
but ever the clueless, kenji blinked, "what? i don't get it,"
"i've never had someone go down on me," you winced, hearing how crude it sounded.
kenji's eyes nearly bulged out at the absurdity of your admission, "never?"
"never," you admitted, shrinking under his gaze.
"well, that's just pathetic," he rolled his eyes with a scoff, "such a pretty little pussy, never gone down on. tsk, tsk, what a shame," he pressed a kiss to your pussy over your sweatpants, feeling the heat from it, "but that just means i'll have you all to myself,"
you sighed at the feel, his lips giving the right amount of pressure as your pussy clenched around nothing.
you spoke again, "also kenji, i haven't exactly shaved.... so it's not gonna be pleasant-"
his lustful look morphed into confusion, "What makes you think that'll stop me? I don't care about it," he reached up a palm to cup your sex harshly through your sweats, creating the needed friction, making you gasp, "I don't find your pussy 'pleasant'. Such a mundane word," he tutted, "I find her absolutely delicious. And who does your pussy belong to baby?" his voice switched to commanding and domination.
"y-you," you complied, heart fluttering at his words, "you, kenji,"
"good girl," kenji kissed down your body, pausing to suck bruises on your hips. he slowly pulled down your sweatpants along with your underwear, finding you already wet with need.
he raised your legs slowly, resting your thighs on your shoulders, and dove between your legs.
you cried out when you felt his tongue plunge into your pussy, his lips mouthing, "fuckk," you cried out at this new feeling, body arching into his face.
your hand instinctively went to grab at his hair, tugging on it needily, "kenji..."
he hummed appreciatively at your actions, snuggling further into your pussy as he fucked his tongue in and out.
he missed touching you so much. that one night messed with his head so much that he couldn't take it anymore. he had to have you.
his thumb caught on your swollen bud just right and before you knew it, you were coming on his tongue. the man lapped it up greedily, riding you down from your high.
but he didn't stop there. he was eating pussy for his own pleasure, not to just please you. his hands were wound around your thighs, pressing his face to your puffy folds and leaving no room for escape.
at one point, a dull pain began to spread down your legs and you were beginning to feel sore.
"ken- i can't. s'too much," you reached for his hair, pulling his face away from your heat.
kenji looked up at you, absolutely sex-drunk, a string of cum stretching from your heat to his mouth, his chin glistening.
you nearly came undone again at the sight of him. Blissed out as he worshipped your pussy, "kenji..."
"please, please, please, darlin'" he struggled against you and dived between your legs, "just wanna taste-"
This man was begging to go down on you. To get a taste of you.
un-fucking-believable.
kenji pressed his open mouth against your pussy, sucking your clit into his mouth. his tongue slathered over your arousal, gathering them in his mouth as he licked up the mess on your inner thighs.
you cried out in pleasure, "kenji, i can't-" and yet you felt another strong wave of pleasure build up in you.
"one more, love," he kissed your inner thigh, biting down gently, "gimme one more,"
he lowered his face to your sopping heat, and flattened his tongue on your clit, earning a moan of encouragement.
your thighs wound around his head, trapping him as you humped into his face.
You came hard with a loud moan, your thighs going slack on his shoulders.
"tastes so good- mmm," he pressed kisses on your throbbing pussy, tumbling incoherent praises.
you pushed yourself to sit up; kenji lowered your legs from his broad shoulders, kissing from your ankles to your knees, caressing the soft skin. he was on his knees in between your legs.
ah, you could get used to this sight.
you traced a hand over his ear; his face leaned to your touch, a lazy grin stretching his handsome face.
he leaned in, mouth parted and his eyes fluttered close.
"kenji?"
"hm?" he was close to your lips. you could feel his breath on your cheeks.
"no kissing on the lips, remember?" you slurred at him, a bit dazed from your orgasms.
"mmhmm," kenji's eyes dropped to your plump lips, the way your pink tongue darted out to wet them.
"kenji," you called his name again, silently begging him to do the opposite. you wanted to kiss those damn pink lips of his.
his gaze snapped back to yours, taking in how you were undone in front of him, chest heaving as his hands slid up and down your thighs, gripping the flesh.
"oh, fuck it," he pressed his mouth against yours, shoving his tongue in.
"oh thank fuck," you sighed, moaning as you tasted yourself and sucked his tongue languidly.
you gripped his face with one hand, squishing his cheeks lightly, and bit down on his lower lip, causing him to moan into your mouth.
"filthy girl," kenji tutted, his belly did a flip, fully giving into your control.
that triggered something primal in you.
you looped a finger through his necklace, pulling him closer and closing your knees around him.
"did i make you feel good, baby?" he stared up at you in a trance.
"s'good," you mumbled, eyes drooping, "so fucking good. such a good boy," you cooed, holding his face between both your palms.
kenji felt his body shiver at being called 'good boy', his eyes locking on yours with a mixture of desire and submission, "fuckk sweetheart," he groaned, "you know just how to rile me up,"
"apologies for intruding, but emi is waking up," mina spoke, interrupting your moment.
"mmph!" he whined, not wanting to leave just yet, "just one more kiss-one more, baby," kenji mumbled, open-mouth pressed against yours.
the smiles on your faces grew wider, and your kisses became infused with a sense of playfulness; it was as though sunshine was coursing through your veins, warming your bodies.
with a final peck, you pulled back, making him chase after your lips.
he huffed in frustration, his expression only getting worse when you chuckled at him.
"go!" you shoved his shoulder lightly, thumbing his chin affectionately.
"fine!" kenji stood, kissing your forehead, reaching for a washcloth to clean you up. he was careful to be gentle, pressing a smooch when you hissed at the sensitivity.
he tossed the cloth in the bathroom, helping you back into your underwear and sweatpants. after, his hands caressed the length of your thighs, groping your ass firmly as he landed a smack on one side.
you yelped, gaining a pleased laugh from him.
kenji rose to his feet, "i'll be back for more, sweetheart!" he announced in a whisper-shout, "bye!" he reached the door of your room, blowing a kiss before he closed it after him.
"bye," you waved your fingers at him, a soft smile spreading on your face.
you dipped your head shyly, heat filling your cheeks at what had just happened.
"oh wait," you began to search for your watch, tossing and throwing away the blankets, but you couldn't find them.
just then, your laptop screen binged with a notification and you leaned forward to get a look.
"project surrogate?" you read the words with a frown.
walking towards his room, kenji felt something beep in his pocket and reached into it. he pulled out what looked like your watch and realized he must have pocketed it when he took it off your wrist. he spun around to return to your room, but when he saw the message on it, his whole world turned upside down:
summary - you're a member of the girls' volleyball team at Karasuno High getting ready for a friendly match against the guys' team. during the game, you manage to catch the attention of one of the boys who can't keep his eyes off you while you play.
warnings - fluff, vague description of volleyball matches (i apologize in advance)
author's note: a little self-indulgent fic. this is for all my volleyball girlies who dreamed of playing with the haikyuu boys. :) <33 also, i've used the names from the actual Karasuno High girls volleyball club.
it was your team's serve and the score was at 14: 7 in favour of the boy's team. with each cheer of the boys' team, your team's spirits were dropped.
hinata hit his serve on the net; the red-haired boy blanched while kageyama sent him a death glare.
your serve was up.
your body buzzed with anticipation as michimiya tossed you the ball, giving you an encouraging nod, "give us a good serve. make it curve,"
you blinked, mouthing helplessly, "i'm not sure i can pull it off,"
but michimiya gave you a strong look that said 'just do it'
you got behind the line, tapping the ball, and tried to shake off the nerves. the sound of the impact echoed through the air, filling the atmosphere with a satisfying thud each time it made contact.
the whistle was blown and you looked up.
your eyes unexpectedly locked with tanaka's, which caused both of you to blink rapidly and snap out of it.
you tossed the ball, delivering a powerful serve. it soared through the air, passing barely above the tape of the net.
tanaka straightened, calling for the ball, "mine!"
but the ball curved at the last minute, which resulted him in shanking the pass.
tanaka initially panicked, fearing that he had ruined the play. however, when he saw kageyama successfully complete the second touch, prompting him to release a sigh of relief.
tanaka took a step back, getting ready to approach for a spike.
kageyama set the ball to him and tanaka jumped into the air.
you tracked his movements, jumping in the air with arms up to block him. your setter, manami, followed your movements.
tanaka hit the ball perfectly, aiming for the line of your side of the court. but you read him easily, and moved your arm a bit to the side, blocking him.
the ball rolled and dropped right in front of the net as daichi dived for it, but in vain.
you pumped your fists in the air in victory while the rest of the team huddled around you in cheers.
tanaka was in absolute shock, as he stared at his palms, "she just-what-i-"
"it's okay, man," noya slapped his back, "we'll get the next one,"
"no, but-" tanaka looked up to the side where the girls team were still cheering.
michimiya smothered you in a hug, squealing in delight while manami, your team's setter, smacked your ass playfully.
tanaka darted his eyes away quickly, trying not to fixate on the way your ass jiggled.
the whistle was blown again and you served with so much power that it landed on the end line of the court. even daichi was stunned.
this went on and you served for straight 7 points till the score was at an even 14-14.
manami set a high-ball, calling your name.
you took a step forward, arms swinging at your sides as you leaped into the air and spiked it hard.
the ball landed in tsukishima's positioned arms, but it ricochetted away.
coach ukai called a timeout and was yelling at the boys to get it together. tanaka found himself ogling at you, tracking your movements, unblinking.
the way you adjusted your shorts and tugged at the edge of your jersey. the way your throat bobbed with each sip of water. the way a bead of sweat rolled down the column of your neck, down the rounds of your - oh.
tanaka squeezed the water bottle in his clutch, gulping nervously.
"you're staring at her, tanaka," asahi pointed out, "that's not very nice. you look like you want to take her down,"
"ah, so i can worship her on my knees," tanaka shot back, a hazy smile spreading his face.
asahi turned red, giving his teammate a bizarre look, "huh?!"
"did you see how she read me and blocked my spike before? and did you see that counterattack? do you realize how incredibly hot that is to me?!"
"not really," asahi admitted.
"very, i agree," noya nodded.
"she's probably out of your league," tsukishima put it bluntly, pissed that he couldn't receive any of your serves.
"exactly!" tanaka exclaimed, clutching his heart dramatically, "what a woman," he sighed dreamily with heart eyes.
"get a hold of yourself!" suguwara slapped the back of his neck.
the match ended with a score of 24-26, and the boys won the match.
your coach was conversing with takeda and ukai, planning on conducting more such practice matches.
tanaka marched over to the other side of the court where you and your team were warming down after the match.
aihara, the vice-captain, nudged your elbow with hers and jutted her chin in tanaka's direction when he came to a stop in front of you.
you sat on the floor with your legs bent and your knees raised high in front of you. your arms were behind you, supporting your body as you leaned back. you blinked at tanaka in confusion, wondering why he would be approaching you.
the way your calf and thigh muscles flexed while you looked up at him added a touch of sensuality to the scene.
well, at least in tanaka's head.
tanaka couldn't comprehend the sight of you looking so effortlessly breathtaking.
"marry me!" he hollered at you.
the entire girls' volleyball team turned towards him, pinning him in his place with their gaze. some of the girls gasped while the others suppressed their giggles.
his fists were clenched at his sides and his face flushed red. he had been loud enough for the entire gym to hear.
you mouthed helplessly like a goldfish in water, eyes wide.
the entire gymnasium heard his loud command, the air thrumming with tension.
"no," you deadpanned at him.
"why!" tanaka fell to the floor in front of you with a cry, falling to his knees melodramatically.
daichi and suguwara mumbled their apologies for his behaviour and dragged a weeping tanaka back with them.
NISHINOYA
your position : outside hitter
as the boy's and girl's volleyball clubs lined up for a practice match, nishinoya couldn't help but steal glances at you— the girls' team's outside hitter.
he had been secretly crushing on you for a while now, admiring both on the court and in the classroom, staring at you shamelessly.
he even told tanaka all about you.
"you mean she's the one, bro?" tanaka glanced at noya over his shoulder, jutting his chin in your direction.
both teams were doing their warm-up drills before the practice match and everyone was practicing their attacks. you were with michimiya, as the setter explained something to you in a hushed voice.
noya saw you, making a funny face at something michimiya had said, and tipped your head to the side adorably.
you tapped the volleyball on the rubber floor couple of times, spinning it on your palm gracefully. your hair tipped back when you rotated your head, eyes closed and brows furrowed in focus.
noya grinned dreamily at you, shoulders sagging and mouth spreading wide, "yeah, her. the one,"
tanaka watched his mate drool over you, smacking his shoulder with a snicker.
noya snapped out of his daze, "every time she spikes, i always end up on the receiving end of it. as if, i was made to take what she gives me,"
"a bit weird, if you ask me," tsukishima commented.
"shut it, tsukishima!" noya snapped at his junior.
"you know, it's like a secret dance between us. she spikes the ball, i take it," he sighed pensively.
the match began, and noya found himself facing you on the other side of the net.
every time you sent over a powerful hit, he matched it with a perfect receive, sending the ball to his teammates.
you were impressed with his receiving skills but also annoyed that he received your attacks as if they were weak.
"manami, set it to me!" you called your team setter.
manami tossed the ball as you requested, setting the ball near the net.
you approached with precision, arms swinging back.
tanaka and kageyama were on the other side of the net, arms raised to block your shot.
the two boys stiffened when they realized you hadn't jumped yet and cursed in their heads.
"a time lag attack!"
even coach ukai was surprised. your coach wore a proud grin, mocking the boys' team coach with a taunting look. takeda watched you in wonder.
as tanaka and kageyama went down, you jumped, hitting the ball with everything you had, sending it soaring to the other side of the court.
unfortunately, none of the boys were prepared for your time-lag attack.
the ball hit hinata square in the face, ricocheting away to the other end of the gymnasium.
the entire girls' team gasped together. the boys watched their teammate fall flat on his back, grunting in pain and held his nose.
everyone crowded around the boy and you kneeled next to him, mumbling apologies, "shit, shit! i'm so so sorry. are you alright?"
"did you have your head up your ass?!" kageyama snapped at his teammate.
daichi and asahi helped him sit up; hinata watched everyone stare at him wearily, "y/n-san, i'm fine. you shouldn't worry too much. it would make noya-san very sad. he wouldn't want you sad,"
"huh?" you blinked unawarely.
michimiya and daichi exchanged a knowing glance; both of them knew their team members very well.
"shoyooo!" noya slung an arm around his neck, chuckling nervously, hoping you didn't listen to what the first year had let slip, "no, you see, the ball hit him too hard and he's— uh, all jumbled in the head. so we must take him to the infirmary!"
the crowd dispersed and hinata was taken to the infirmary, yamaguchi accompanied him.
ennoshita was subbed in for hinata and the match ended in the boys' team's favor.
even as you packed your stuff and got ready to leave you felt guilty about being the reason for hinata's injury.
you got so riled up by noya's receives that you went as far as to hit that hard and hurt someone.
hinata returned from the infirmary, striding back into the gym. his nose was bandaged up and streaks of purple bruises peaked from under it.
"the nurse told me all all the blood is internal. its where the blood is supposed to be, so i'm good to go!" hinata stated proudly.
kageyama palm-faced, dragging his hand down in frustration.
tsukishima and suguwara snickered, while asahi scolded them saying it wasn't so nice of them.
adjusting your bag over your shoulder, you approached the redhead, "hey, um, hinata. is it?"
the boy turned to you, eyes widening, darting to noya at the far end behind you before looking back at you, "yeah,"
"i just wanted to apologize," you stated, wincing sheepishly.
"what—no!" hinata smiled, but then grimaced when his nose ached from the action, "it doesn't even hurt.
you gave him a doubtful look, "are you sure?"
"yeah,"
you weren't convinced, but you had to get home and you bid your goodbye, spinning on your heel.
you double-stepped back, having nearly running into noya who was behind you.
"oop—hi," you chuckled awkwardly, "didn't see you,"
"er, yeah," noya rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, "i wanted to tell you you were amazing on court,"
you froze for a second. no one had really appreciated you or praised you for your game, you were pushing yourself forward convincing you didn't need any. but his words were like a salve to your yearning soul, "thank you. i could say the same thing about you. those receives of yours were pretty impressive,"
noya's cheeks turned even redder at your praise, his heart hammering in his chest, "well, i was a bit distracted there, with you looking so good when you play," he joked, trying to cover up his flustered state with a cheeky grin.
you chuckled, feeling a little coy, "is that why you keep staring at me instead of the ball, noya?"
noya's heart was racing as he tried to come up with a response to your compliment. he opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a jumble of stammered words and incoherent sounds.
the usual confidence he felt on the court had disappeared. he couldn't seem to form a coherent thought, let alone respond to your words.
"i—what—uh, you know my name?" he asked, flabbergasted.
"of course, i do," you looked at him with a weird look, head tilting back and a strand of hair fell from your head. noya itched to tuck it behind your ear.
"i'll see you around, noya," you waved your goodbye and walked out of the gymnasium.
as soon as you were out of view, noya snapped out of his day-dreaming and processed what had happened. he flirted with you. and you flirted back. AND YOU KNEW HIS NAME!
noya ran over to where tanaka was doing his stretches on the floor with suguwara, arms flapping above his head in excitement, "dude, DUDE! she knows my name!"
SUGAWARA
your position: middle blocker
sugwara was practicing his setting, tossing the ball up into the air and waiting for it to drop into his hands. while he was at it, his eyes caught a glimpse of you on the other end of the volleyball court where the girls were practicing for their match up against the boys.
you were struggling with a roll of tape, trying to wrap your fingers with it, but your hands seemed to be trembling. you grimaced in frustration, "damn it!"
sugawara set the ball down and quickly walked over to you, his voice gentle and soft, "do you need some help?" he asked, taking the tape from your shaking hands.
you looked up at him, nodding almost immediately, feeling a little embarrassed by your difficulty with the task, "yeah," you muttered, "i just can't seem to get the tape on straight. need to wrap 'em on my fingers,"
sugawara smiled kindly and gestured for you to hold out your hand, "here, let me do it," he said, his tone reassuring.
you held out your hand and sugawara took it gently in his. his other hand brushed over yours, spreading open your trembling fist. red and purple bruises were litterd on the sides of your fingers.
you spared a glance at him, assuming he'd be bombarding you with questions about all your injuries. but to your surprise, he remained silent.
his fingers were cool and firm against your skin, oddly comforting. he carefully began to wrap the tape around your fingers, careful not to wrap it too tight or too lose, his movements precise and practised.
every now and then, his thumb would brush against your knuckles, sending a small shiver up your spine.
as he worked, sugawara couldn't help but notice the way your eyelashes fluttered each time his fingers touched your skin, or especially when it grazed the inside of your wrist.
he tried to keep his focus on your hands, but his eyes kept wandering to your face, watching as you tried to suppress your reactions to his touch. the way your shoulders were taut. the way your throat bobbed when you swallowed nervously. the way your chest rose and fell with each breath. the way your teeth dug into your lower lip, and how badly he wanted to relieve it with his thumb— nope, don't go there.
sugawara blinked at the floor with wide eyes, surprised by his own thoughts and shook his head lightly.
as he continued, he realized that he was becoming increasingly distracted. he tried to focus on the task at hand, but his mind kept wandering, and taking in every detail of you.
the way your jersey and shorts clung to your body like second skin. the way your hair was tied back and draped over your shoulder with a few strands sticked out at the side of your face. the way you rolled your shoulder back, every rippling motion of your body.
he found himself blushing involuntarily, and he silently cursed his lack of control.
sugawara tried to distract himself from his growing distraction by making casual conversation, "you're on the girls' team, right?" he asked, keeping his tone as neutral as possible.
"yeah, no shit," you smiled sarcastically, raising your brows in amusement.
he continued wrapping your fingers, trying to keep his hands steady, "so, how long have you been playing volleyball?" he asked, hoping to get you talking and distract himself from the growing tension between you.
"since middle school,"
"ah," sugawara nodded, his eyes flickering to your face for a brief moment before returning to your fingers, "so you're a seasoned player, huh? no wonder you're giving us a run for our money,"
"you've seen me play?"
"couple of times," he replied, turning your hand over to check if he covered the injuries on your hand, "michimiya says your blocks are impossible to get through. I've seen them a couple of times myself,"
"hope you weren't stalking me," you joked, smiling lightly.
Sugawara chuckled, "i wouldn't mind stalking a pretty girl like you,"
but as soon as you look up at him in surprise, he blushed and quickly looked away.
"i—i mean your playing style. not stalking, observing, yes. that's the word. observing," he tips of his ear were beginning to turn red.
"i see," you held back a smile, itching to poke fun at him.
as sugawara finished wrapping the your middle finger, he held your hand for a moment longer, his fingers gently tracing the lines on your palm. he looked up at you, his eyes meeting yours, "there," he said softly, "all done,"
sugawara found himself completely flustered by your stare, his mind going blank. He could barely form a coherent thought as he looked into your eyes, drowning in them. those eyes, those eyes… they seemed to be reaching into his very soul, and he was powerless to resist.
his eyes flickered over your face. he was trying to keep himself composed, but he could feel his heart racing in his chest, and he was sure you could hear it too.
you both look down at your hands, you noticed that his pale skin was a stark contrast against your own, your taped fingers are intertwined with his. slotting together like puzzle pieces. a perfect fit.
you moved your thumb over his knuckle, transfixed. the tenderness in your touch made him feel vulnerable and weak in the knees. he could feel the heat rise in his cheeks as he attempted to steady himself.
the sensation of your fingers intertwined with his was both soothing and electrifying. He unconsciously squeezed your hand tighter, finding solace in the touch.
suddenly, a volleyball suddenly dropped right front of you two; you both startled apart. the interruption broke the moment, and you both quickly withdrew your hands.
yamaguchi clumsily retrived the ball, muttering a quick apology and head back to pepper with tsukishima.
he swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving yours. "uh, sorry," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to hold your hand for so long. it's just— your fingers felt really nice, and i—" he trailed off, unable to find the words to explain his own actions.
you could see the embarrassed blush on sugawara's face, his ears turning even redder as he fumbled over his words. his eyes kept flickering between your face and your hands, as if he was still struggling with the lingering sensation of your touch.
"It's fine," you managed to say. you couldn't hide the fact that you were flustered, "i didn't mind. also, thanks koshi," you held up your taped fingers.
he felt a surge of surprise and warmth at your use of his first name. it was rare for anyone outside of his close friends and teammates to use it, and hearing you say it made his heart skip a beat. his cheeks turned even redder.
sugawara felt a sense of relief that you weren't upset or uncomfortable with his actions. in fact, the subtle blush on your face seemed to indicate that you were indeed flustered. this observation only fueled his own desire, causing a newfound confidence to wash over him.
he noticed an edge of tape sticking up and smoothed it down on your finger, letting his touch linger.
"careful with those fingers of yours," he teased, "can't have the team lacking a middle blocker, can we?" he lifted your hand and playfully kisses the tip of your middle finger, his thumb grazing your knuckles. when he looked up at you, his eyes were filled with a tenderness that sent a flutter through your heart, "a little kiss for luck never hurt anyone."
"do you talk like this to every girl you meet?" you questioned with a quirk of your eyebrows.
"only to the one girl i'm trying to impress," he didn't miss a beat, winking at you, "and I can tell it's working," he teased, nodding at your flushed cheeks.
narrowing your eyes playfully, you snatched your hand back to your chest and got to your feet, "i'll see on the court, koushi," you let out a breath, giving him a sly grin.
sugawara smiled, his heart fluttering at the sound of his name on your lips, "yeah," he said, his voice a little huskier than usual, "see you on the court, y/n."
as you walked away, sugawara too got to his feet and headed back to where his team was doing their warm ups. he couldn't help but smile giddily as he looked at his own fingers, knowing that he had touched yours and felt your skin against his.
daichi, who had been watching the interaction between you and Sugawara from across the court, approached with a smirk on his face, "I see you got yourself 'wrapped up' in a little situation, didn't you, sugawara?" he teased, his voice dripping with amusement.
asahi was following behind daichi, blushing slightly and tried to hide a smile, "looks like someone has a crush," he teased, giving sugawara a nudge in the ribs with his elbow.
sugawara scowled at his friends, "quiet, you two," he muttered, his eyes flickering over to you.
you were flexing your fingers, making sure you could move them about and grinned to yourself. suguwara felt a stupid smile grow on his face, but it was quickly wiped when daichi and asahi descended upon him with their teasing, nudging him playfully.
sugawara's cheeks reddened as the two kept making playful comments about his obvious crush on you. he tried to act nonchalantly, but his flushed face betrayed his true emotions.
DAICHI
your position: setter
daichi sat across from you, trying to explain the complexities of modern japanese literature.
however, you were having a hard time focusing on the material. your mind was elsewhere, and you were desperately looking for a way to escape this tiresome tutoring session.
michimiya had reached out to you about a practice match today and needed you as the team's setter.
you kept bouncing your leg, blindly nodding along to whatever daichi was saying, trying to grasp onto it. you spared a glance at the message michimiya had sent you, thinking of a way of out this tutoring session.
finally, an idea popped into your head, "daichi," you began, making your voice sound solemn, "i can't stay for today's lesson. i just got a message. my grandmother's funeral is tomorrow, and i have to help with the preparations,"
daichi's expression softened as he heard your explanation, "oh, I see," he said gently, his voice laced with a hint of pity, "i'm sorry to hear about your grandmother. go and take care of your family. we can continue the lesson another time," he closed the book open in front of him.
you nodded, expressing your gratitude for his understanding, "thank you, daichi," you said quietly, "i really appreciate it. i promise i'll reach out to you when I'm ready to continue,"
he gave you a small nod and a faint smile before turning to leave, "take care of yourself," he said, his voice low, "and don't hesitate to reach out if you need anything,"
with that, he left the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. you couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for lying to him, but you also felt relieved that you had gotten away from the painful tutoring session.
later that evening, you had met up with the girls team and you were all stretching, preparing for the practice match.
michimiya arrived with the news that you were going to play with the boy's volleyball club team.
the girls were buzzing with nervous excitement as they prepared for the upcoming match. everyone knew the boys' team was strong, especially with their renowned setter, who was a first year. while some were intimidated, others were excited about the challenge.
as you warmed up with your teammates, you couldn't shake off a nagging feeling of worry. you wondered who the boys' setter was and how skilled they would be.
aihira, the vice-captain, patted your back, assuring you when she noticed your frown of doubt, "you can handle those first years, all you have to do is get under their skin, i've seen him play,"
the door of the gymnasium banged open, and the boys' team entered with a ruckus.
"that's the first years," aihra nodded to a short ginger, who was locked in a stare with a raven-haired boy who was taller than him, "their quick attacks are something else,"
"that's the second years," she gestured to boy with a buzz cut and the other who was almost in the same height as that first year ginger.
"you know suga, and asahi. oh, and that's—"
"—daichi," you completed when you spotted him. your heart skipped a beat and you couldn't help but freeze in surprise.
he had stepped in to separate hinata and kageyama arguing, chiding them for their behaviour.
as if sensing your presence, daichi looked up and his eyes locked with yours, widening in surprise.
you could feel your heart racing in your chest as his eyes met yours. a mixture of emotions flooded you — surprise, nervousness, and a hint of fear.
you cursed internally, knowing that your plan to avoid him had just been foiled.
"michimiya, hide me, please," you covered your face with your hands.
the captain blinked at you in confusion.
footsteps grew closer to you and within a few strides, daichi was in front of you, "y/n, didn't think you'd have time to join the volleyball club. thought you had to attend your grandmother's funeral,"
you winced a little and smiled sheepishly, "yeah, she's been dead for about five years now. i bet she's having a good laugh about it up above right now," you glared up at the sky.
daichi gave you an unimpressed look, "michimiya told me that you guys had a new setter. but i didn't know it was you,"
"new secret setter," you shot your teammate a glare.
she simply raised her hands in defense, "i didn’t know you guys knew each other," she said, bewildered, "and I didn’t know you were failing modern japanese literature, y/n," she chided.
"yeah, i'm her tutor, she's struggling with that particular subject. and she gave me the excuse of a funeral to attend to run away from me,"
"see, i'm struggling. not failing," you stated as a matter of fact.
"you better not," michimiya said, resting her hands on her hips, "or takeda will have u out of the team,"
daichi suppressed a smirk at your interjection, clearly amused by the exchange between you and michimiya, "she's right. you better not fail. i wouldn't want to be the reason you're kicked off the team,"
"you mad at me for lying to you?" you questioned, grimacing a bit.
daichi shrugged slightly, a small sigh escaping his lips, "i'm not mad," he said, his voice soft., "just a bit disappointed. i'm not too happy being lied to, but i understand you had your reasons,"
you look over your shoulder when you hear michimiya call you over to the court where the rest of the girls' team was warming up.
daichi watched as you made your way to warm up with the other girls, a slight smirk playing on his lips, "i look forward to seeing you play in the game," he called out, a hint of challenge in his tone, "i'm not going to go easy on you just because we know each other, you know,"
you glanced back at him, a mixture of determination and annoyance in your eyes, "i wouldn't worry about me if i were you," you retorted, a determined look on your face.
daichi chuckled at your threat, amused by your competitive spirit.
The match between the two teams commenced, with michimiya beginning with a serve.
the ball curved high into the air, sailing over the net with a satisfying hum. it descended on the boys side, and daichi quickly moved into position, ready to return the serve.
with precision and control, he executed a perfect pass to kageyama, who set the ball for an attack.
tanaka, positioned at the net, lunged forward and executed a powerful spike with a dramatic yell. the ball hurtling towards your side with impressive force.
anika leapt up to receive the ball, her arms stretched out in a desperate bid. she managed to get it high in the air.
you saw your chance and called for a set. aihara took a step back, swinging her arms, and jumped high to attack.
but you tossed the ball right over the net, to execute a drop.
"a setter dump!" someone shouted from the sidelines.
the unexpected move caught both daichi and noya off guard. they dove for the ball, but it landed right between them.
"damn it!" daichi exclaimed, his face flushed with frustration.
"a setter dump at the beginning of the game?" noya grumbled.
as the ball landed and the cheer erupted, your eyes met daichi's through the net. there was no mistaking the flicker of surprise and admiration in his gaze.
daichi gave you a sarcastic grin, a silent message, "nice move,"
you could see his composure waver momentarily, his initial arrogance giving way to a newfound respect for your skills.
a sly grin tugged at the corners of your mouth, satisfaction coursing through you. you knew you had surprised him, and it felt good.
returning his gaze, your eyes sparkled with confidence, silently gloating at the fact that you had managed to catch him off guard.
the match was a thrilling back-and-forth affair, with the score finely balanced. it was now 21-23, the boys team holding a slight edge.
asahi stepped up to serve, his powerful arm coiling back for a jump serve.
michimiya reacted quickly, diving to retrieve the powerful serve. however, the ball slipped past her, rolling sideways toward the backline.
you chased after the ball, leaping high to set it over your back. it was a risky maneuver, but you managed to elevate the ball just enough for your teammates to react.
hinata and yamaguchi watched set the ball in awe, jaws agape. even sugawara was staring at you in bafflement.
kageyama and tsukishima rose up to block, their arms outstretched, ready to intercept the attack. Aihara with a quick flick of her wrist, tipped the ball over their block, sending it back towards the opposing side.
noya dove to receive the ball, but it slipped past his outstretched hands.
asahi, realizing the opportunity, pulled off an emergency set, directing the ball toward their captain.
daichi, with a powerful leap and swing, spiked the ball back towards your side.
you reacted swiftly, blocking the spike with your outstretched arms.
however, the ball rolled off your hand and fell on the boys side of the court. getting on one knee, kageyama managed to set it in first touch, tossing the ball high.
tsukishima, seizing the opportunity, spiked the ball with all his might.
watabi, the girls' libero, dove to receive the ball, but it landed just outside the sideline.
the boys' team had won the point, bringing the score to 24-21 in their favor. the match was reaching its climax, and the tension on the court was palpable.
"it's okay, we'll get the next one!" michimiya cheered, her voice filled with optimism.
you exchanged nods and smiles, each player recognizing the effort and determination put into the match.
daichi stepped up to serve. as he tapped the ball on the floor a couple of times, he looked up, catching your eyes. you shot him a playful wink, causing him to stutter momentarily.
daichi served the ball and it sailed over the net.
"i got it!" you called for it, stepping back and took the pass that would've been your libero's receive.
sugawara was watching with hinata and yamaguchi, "why would she go so far as to take a ball that would land in the back court?"
michimiya approached the net as if to attack, but instead, she did an overhead pass to you,
tanaka and tsukishima, expecting her to attack, were caught off guard.
the ball soared in your direction and you spiked the ball with a grunt.
the ball landed on the sideline, passing past daichi, surprising everyone.
hinata, ever enthusiastic, couldn't contain his excitement, "she's so cool! way cooler than kageyama!" he exclaimed, his eyes wide with admiration.
kageyama shot him a glare, causing hinata to wince and look away. but even he couldn't deny, you were pretty impressive.
you pumped your fist in the air, celebrating your successful play. your teammates gathered around you, complimenting you on the impressive move.
daichi watched you intently, noticing your manic focus and competitive spirit. this level of intensity was something he had never seen before.
eventually, the match ended in favor of the boys' team, but the memory of your exceptional play would linger in their minds for a long time.
warming down after the match, you were gathering your things when you heard footsteps approaching.
turning, you saw daichi making his way towards you, "you were amazing on the court,"
you slung the duffle bag over your shoulder, a grin spreading across your face, "thanks," you replied, feeling a flush of pride welling up inside you.
"and that little wink you sent me during my serve earlier," he said, giving you a pointed look.
you couldn't suppress the grin that spread across your face as you replied, "ah, so you did see it,"
"of course, i did," daichi said, "you're not exactly subtle, you know,"
"but careful with that attitude sweetheart, or i'll have to teach you how to behave yourself," he reached up and tucked a strand of hair heind your ear, dragging his finger down the curve of your face.
you felt a shiver run down your spine at his words, a mixture of excitement and nervousness swelling in your chest, "is that a threat, daichi?" you asked, unable to keep the cheeky tone from your voice.
he chuckled softly, a mischievous gleam in his eye, "it's a promise. but I have a feeling you might enjoy it,"
with that, daichi walked away after sending you a sly look. you could feel your cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement.
meanwhile, noya and tanaka were watching the interaction, their eyes wide with disbelief and amusement.
"did you just see that?" noya gasped, turning to tanaka, "our captain was totally flirting with her!"
"and not just flirting," tanaka chimed in, a sneaky grin spreading across his face, "he was laying it on thick, man. i think he's got some serious skills,"
"yeah, he definitely does. but I still can't believe he had the guts to do it right in front of us. our captain's got game, man,"
daichi spun around as he heard the sound of noya and tanaka's voices, his eyes narrowing as he shot them a warning glare, "shut it, both of you!"
summary - you and tsukishima when you both come home after a long day, unleashing built-up tension, ending in an intense make-out session.
pairing: timeskip!tsukishima kei x fem!reader
warnings - fluff, lots of kissing, make out, marking.
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both you and tsukishima had returned home in a sour mood from the day's events. you barely spoke to each other after entering the house, without a greeting kiss; the tension was thick in the air.
you and tsukishima were caught up in an harsh argument which had escalated to a boiling point. anger blinded all reason, and you were no longer arguing to reach a solution, but rather just to spite one another.
the atmosphere was tense, each silently waiting for the other to cave in.
tsukishima was standing in front of you, his eyes dark with anger, his body tense and rigid. the room was filled with frustrated energy, but what was even more intense was the weight of the unspoken words hanging in the air.
you stood with your arms crossed over your chest, eyes locked with his. both of you remained silent, the tension palpable. you could feel the anger radiating off you in waves an you knew that he was feeling the same way.
tsukishima sneered at you, "you're so damn stubborn, y'know?"
you pinched your eyebrows in frustration as your pulse spiked.
"you're one to talk to," you muttered, gazing up at him through your lashes, "you think you're so perfect?"
he sauntered forward, eyes filled with rage and something else, "damn right, i am," he shot back, "all you've been is a pain in my ass!"
you clenched your fists, your anger skyrocketing to match his, "cry me a river, kei! all you do is whine about everything in your proximity!"
the both of you stood there, facing each other, the distance between you growing smaller and smaller as the tension built.
he chuckled, leaning forward tauntingly, "what, you don't like it when i speak my mind, princess?" he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
"i'd watch my tone if i were you," you warned, sharp gaze boring into his soul. your temper pushed you to take another step closer to him.
by now, he was close enough that his breath was brushing against your face, "need another name, perhaps? how about 'brat'?" he said, his voice rough.
his finger curved down your face, tipping your chin up to him.
"shut up," you swallowed, your resolve beginning to dissolve as you took in your closeness.
the initial frustration and burst of emotions subsided once you both had yelled at each other and now the both of you had nothing to say, stuck in silence.
he smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement, "what, you're going to shut me up, brat?" he asked, his voice low and mocking.
"if you're that desperate for it,"
he took another step closer to you, his body almost touching mine. "you're so pretentious," he taunted, his voice rough and ragged, "you think you can shut me up?"
his eyes dropped to your mouth, his eyes darkening with need as he panted, his body tense and rigid. you could feel the heat emitting off of him, his desire practically tangible.
"yeah," you stared up at him, a shaky hand raising to graze the stubble at his jaw, making him inhale sharply.
tsukishima clenched his jaw, "i'd like to see you try,"
you stared down at him, refusing to be the first one to give in to the temptation. tsukishima had his gaze on your mouth unfocused, brows furrowed, thumb tracing over your lower lip.
"kei, look at me,"
tsukishima shifted his eyes up to you, waiting for you to continue at he stared at you in contempt.
but, when you pressed your mouth against his, pulling him closer by his jaw, he let out a low, ragged moan, body immediately responding. his face was wiped off of any signs of bitterness. as if he was waiting for you to just kiss him.
his hands immediately pulled you closer to himself as he returned the kiss, his mouth devouring yours.
he stumbled back as you kept kissing him, mind completely lost in the moment. he let you guide him, walking backward and holding onto your hips for support as the kiss grew more and more intense.
his hands slid down the back of your thighs and he scooped you up into his arms, wrapping your legs around his hip.
you let out a yelp in surprise as he picked you up, his strong arms easily lifting you off the ground.
you caught his biceps to keep yourself up. he grinned at you, eyes gleaming in mischief, "you're adorable when you're flustered, y'know that?"
"oh, fuck you," you rested your forehead against his, panting for breath.
he chuckled, holding you tighter in his arms, "only if you ask nicely," he teased, his eyes darkening with a hint of desire.
you held his face with both hands and kissed him harder, mouth moving against his with growing need, shoving your tongue into his lips.
he moaned pathetically, hands roaming over your body, exploring every inch of you as he kissed you back, his tongue tangling with yours.
he adjusted his hold on you, walking towards your shared bedroom. you felt him sit down on the edge of the bed and you tugged at his shirt, "off. get it off,"
"yes ma'am," he pressed one, two pecks to your lips, pulling his shirt over his head in one fluid motion.
you helped each other rid off your clothes, pushing it off in urgent and sloppy movements.
tsukishima was in nothing but his boxers as you were left in your tank top and underwear.
your bodies were pressed together, and the heat between you both was almost unbearable. he looked at you, his eyes drifting over your body, his hands roaming over your skin, and his touch needy and desperate.
"what?" you inhaled, holding his chin.
"you're so beautiful," he uttered in awe, pupils blown so wide that his irises were swollen.
you smooched his nose with a lovesick smile, "thank you, my sweet angel," you raised your face to kiss him between his brows, "my darling boy,"
he let out a soft sigh, his heart practically melting at your words. "fuckk," he whispered, his voice coarse, "you really know how to flatter a me. calling me your darling boy, your sweet angel,"
"mmhm," you kissed him senselessly, arching your body against his.
the kiss grew messier and needier, your bodies pressed against each other as you lost yourselves in the fierce, passionate moment.
your tongues twisted together, lips and chins slick with both your combined spit, neither of you able to pull away as you both kissed. as you needed, as you craved each other.
you pressed kisses to his cheeks, nose, forehead, and temple, dragging your mouth over his skin tantalizingly. he gave in to you, eyes fluttering shut in contentment.
the tip of your nose nudged at the lens of his glasses, shifting them to rest lopsidedly on his face.
holding his jaw open, you peppered kisses downwards, mouthing at the column of his throat, puffing heavily.
reaching his collarbone, you licked a stripe back up the length of his neck, all the way to the spot below his ear, mouthing and grazing your teeth across his skin.
"oh s-shit," tsukishima shuddered, face contorting in pleasure, "mmph," his voice came out muffled when you met lips lips again, kissing deeply.
he pressed your hips down on his, making you grind on his growing hardness.
you let out a strangled moan, face twisted in a whimper.
both of you were grasping at each other, your bodies pressing desperately together as you became dizzy from the lack of oxygen.
the sound of the phone ringing interrupted your moment.
tsukishima let out a low, frustrated whine, his arms tightening around you as he pulled you closer, "can't we just ignore it?" he muttered, his voice ragged with annoyance.
the glasses perched on his face were no longer sitting straight, the arms bent and the lenses fogged up from the heat and passion of your make-out session.
they hung precariously at an angle, partially obstructing his vision, but he didn't care.
removing his glasses, you wiped the lens at the edge of your tank top. making sure they were clear, you placed them back on his nose, nudging it up lightly.
tsukishima felt his pale cheeks redden even harder, as he stared up at you.
"what if it's important?" you coaxed him, giving a peck to his swollen pink lips.
he let out a soft sigh, his body relaxing, "i guess you're right," he murmured, his voice still begrudging, "but i don't want to stop,"
he looked at you with a hint of pleading in his eyes, his voice soft and needy as he whispered, "kiss me harder, baby,"
gripping his jaw, you parted your lips, driving your tongue into his mouth.
he groaned into the kiss, his hands gripping your hips tighter, his lips closed around the wet muscle, sucking your tongue into his mouth. wanting more, needing more.
his hands slid under your tank top, his touch scorching you as he ran them up my back and across your skin. he broke the kiss, his mouth moving down your neck, his lips and tongue tracing a hot, wet path along my skin, kissing and nipping at the sensitive flesh.
the ringtone of your phone cut through the sexual tension in the air once again, making you both groan in defeat.
"i gotta get it, kei," you sighed, staring into his eyes and resting your forehead against his.
"fine," he grumbled, letting you out of his embrace as you walked over to the other side of the bed to fetch your phone.
you attended the call and sat back, leaning on the headboard.
tsukishima crawled over to you, settling his large form on your lap.
he carried you with ease, grinning at the warning look you gave him, and placed you on his lap as though you were his personal plushie.
he leaned into your chest, arms, wrapped around you like a koala, breathing into you softly.
he nuzzled his face against your chest, inhaling deeply as he let out a soft, ragged groan, "god, you smell so good," he muttered, his voice soft and warm, "i could stay like this forever,"
as you spoke on the phone, he remained in your hold, his hands wandering over you, exploring and fiddling with you like a curious child. his fingers traced patterns on your skin, his touch gentle and affectionate.
he sat with a pout on his lips, his chin resting on your shoulder, his body pressed against yours, seeking closeness and comfort.
suddenly, he reached up and pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, his lips lingering on your skin for a moment before pulling away and snuggling into your neck.
you blew a smooch against his hair in acknowledgment, ruffling his blonde locks fondly.
"wait, you need me in the office? now?" you subconsciously pulled him closer to you, your voice growing exasperated.
tsukishima tensed slightly. his grip on you tightened as he heard you speak, his body growing taut with unease.
he let out a low mumble, his face still in your neck. he didn't want you to leave. that much was clear.
he let out a soft, pleading whine, his voice soft and urgent, "please, princess," he begged, his voice laced with desperation, "don't go. don't leave me,"
he clutched at you, his arms wrapping tighter around you. his fingers dug into your skin as he clung to you, not wanting you to leave his side.
"i'll call you back," you cut the call, exhaling sharply in irritation.
his grip on you softened slightly and he let out a sigh of relief.
"thank god," he whispered, his voice soft and shaky, "i don't want you to go either, princess. stay with me, please," he looked up at you, his expression needy and desperate.
he pressed his face against your cleavage, "it's been a tough day so far," he murmured, his voice low and rough, "i need you, princess. i need you so damn much. fuck,"
seeing him so needy and desperate for you made something snap in you, "okay, you know what, fuck them," you scoffed, picking up your phone to call back to your office.
he let out a low chuckle, "yeah, exactly," he muttered, "fuck them. i'd rather be here with you, princess,"
he watched you as you made the call again, his eyes dazed and focused on you. his stare fixated on you as if you were the only thing in the world that mattered.
you were in possessive, protective hold, snug and warm.
you argued on the call, "no, you listen to me. i can't do this. you gotta find someone else to switch it up," you held tsukishima tighter as if he was about to be snatched from you, "i'm home and i need to spend time with my love, okay? i need a break,"
tsukishima felt the tension in your body and eased your taut muscles with his touch. he inclined into you, each caress an effort to soothe your mood, "yeah, that's right," he murmured, his voice soft and soothing, "you need to spend time with your love, and that's me,"
you suppressed a grin, returning to the call with a frown, "not today! i told you,"
he craned his neck up and planted soft kisses on each of your cheeks, silently cheering you on as you stood up for yourself. his chin propped on the softness of your chest, a small smile on his lips as he watched you argue with the person on the other end of the line.
"that's right, princess," he whispered, his voice soft and encouraging. "you tell them. you deserve to have time for yourself. and for me,"
"ok buh-byee!" you ended the call, looking down at tsukishima who was grinning like a fool, "hi,"
"hi," he let out a breath, beaming up at you.
"m'not leaving you," you promised, "i'll stay and coddle you, m'kay?"
his body sagged against yours in relief as he whispered, "thank god. i don't want you to leave. i just want you here with me, coddling me and giving me all your attention,"
you grimaced in embarrassment, eyes scanning and darting all over his face, "um, kei... your face?"
his skin was marked with lipstick kisses, a physical reminder of your passionate make-out session. his neck was adorned with small red blemishes, a few love bites here and there, the color contrasting sharply against his pale skin. his chin and cheeks were also smeared with the red tint, a clear indication of the heated moments.
"my face?" he blinked up at you, looking a bit dazed and disoriented.
he reached up to touch his face, feeling the stickiness of the lipstick kisses still on his skin. he huffed a breath, his cheeks tinged with pink as he realized just how much lipstick was on his face, "yeah, you marked me up real good," he muttered, a sheepish grin on his face.
"i have lipstick all over my mouth, don't i?" you pointed at yourself.
tsukishima pulled back a bit to take a good look at you, his eyes roaming over your face.
"just a little bit," he admitted, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips, "you definitely look like you've been kissed senseless,"
"wonderful,"
he chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he looked at you, "don't worry, princess," he said, his voice low and rough. "you still look absolutely gorgeous, even with a little messy lipstick situation. in fact, it just makes you look even sexier,"
your cheeks hurt with how much you were smiling, "really?"
"mmhm, you look so good like this," he wiped the smudged lipstick around your mouth, causing your mouth to part in the process.
"completely," he kissed your lower lip once, "utterly," twice, then swiped his tongue across, sponging a loud smooch 'smack' on your kiss-bitten lips, "ruined by me,"
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summary - akaashi is late from work and forgets about the date night, for which he returns home and grovels for your forgiveness.
pairing: timeskip!akaashi keiji x fem!reader
warnings - fluff, lots of kissing, making out
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keiji's expression darkened as he glanced at the time, realizing he had stayed late at work again.
he mentally cursed himself, knowing full well that he had promised to make it up to you for his recent neglect with a date night. which was supposedly an hour ago.
rushing home, he pushed open the door to your home. with a heavy sigh, he braced himself for the possibility of an icy reception.
keiji's heart skipped a beat as he saw you lounging on the couch in 'the black dress that he loved so much', the shimmering fabric hugging your curves in all the right places. his gaze was drawn to you, his eyes widening as he took in your appearance.
he couldn't help but stare for a moment, seeing you in that dress leaving him momentarily speechless. but after a moment, he shook himself out of his daze and stepped further into the room.
"you're late. again, akaashi," you frowned disapprovingly, folding your arms in front of you.
keiji felt a pang of unease as you addressed him so distantly, calling him by his last name instead of the usual affectionate terms like 'baby' or 'darling' or even 'keiji'.
he paused for a moment, his heart sinking at the realization of how much he had messed up. he knew that you were upset with him, and rightfully so. he took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation that was about to come.
he slowly approached you, his expression a mix of remorse and apprehension, "i know you're upset," he began, his voice soft and sincere, "and i know i deserve it. i'm sorry i stayed late at work again. i know i promised i'd make it up to you, but I broke that promise,"
"exactly," you uttered, voice lacking any emotion.
keiji winced at your brief response. he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, his gaze flickering to the floor, "i really am sorry," he reiterated, his voice filled with genuine remorse, "i never meant to break my promise. work just got so busy, and time slipped away from me. but that's no excuse. i know,"
you sighed in frustration, walking away from him. he followed after you like a lost puppy, adjusting the rim of his glasses.
you entered the bedroom and headed towards the dressing table, undoing your hair from how you had styled it for the night. your face was twisted in a pout, lips frowning.
keiji remained behind you, shoulders sagged but eyes drinking in the sight of you as he watched you through the mirror.
suddenly, keiji's arms were around you, causing you to tense up, before you relaxed into his embrace. he leaned his head against your shoulder, burying his face into the crook of your neck, his glasses nudging your shoulder.
he brushed your hair to one side, " i really screwed up, didn't i ? i really am sorry, my love," he whispered, his words muffled against your skin, "i didn't mean to keep you waiting," keiji slowly pressed his lips against your shoulder, gently peppering it with soft kisses, "i feel like such an idiot," he muttered between kisses, "i've been looking forward to our date all week and then i go and mess it up by being late,"
"well, this isn't the first time, keiji," you pointed out as you removed your earrings and placed them aside.
he let out a breath, "i know," he admitted, "i've been so caught up with everything. it's just-" he paused, unsure of how to continue without sounding like he was making excuses.
"you realize how mad i am right now—" you turned to face him.
but keiji silenced your words with a kiss, effectively cutting off your rant.
he gently placed his hand on the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair, pulling you closer to him as he deepened the kiss. his other hand found your hip, his touch firm but not forceful.
you momentarily relaxed against him, before stiffening and pulling back from his lips with a squelch, "no, let me speak—"
"mmhm," keiji moved down the curve of your neck, mouthing wet and languid at the base. his tongue prodded out and he licked a stripe up to the bottom on your ear, teeth grazing your soft spot.
you shivered, goosebumps rising all over your skin. you tried to push him back. but he caught your hands, moving them behind your back, and pressed his mouth on yours.
you gasped for breath, struggling to speak, "i—i'm so mad. so fuck—ing disappointed, mmph!"
despite your attempts to speak, keiji seemed determined to shush you with more kisses.
"f—fuck, keiji. you—"
he continued to kiss you with an escalating intensity, his lips moving over your mouth with a mixture of desperation and need.
he chuckled softly at your attempt to speak, the sound of his laugh sending a shiver down your spine, "you're so feisty when you're mad," he teased, his voice low and huskier than usual, "it's kinda hot. no, scratch that. very hot,"
keiji's hands continued to wander over your body, tracing along your curves with a burning touch. he seemed to relish in the way you were becoming more and more needy, his actions growing even bolder as he continued to kiss and lightly bite at your lips.
you moaned, when he slipped his tongue into your mouth, effectively silencing your mumbling protests.
between the kisses, he spoke, his voice filled with a mixture of lust and regret, "i'm sorry," kiss, "I'm so goddamn sorry," a kiss to your jaw, lips dragging up your cheek, "i shouldn't have kept you waiting," he breathed hotly against your ear, causing you to pant heavily, "i shouldn't have let work get in the way of us," his mouth hovered back over yours, puffy and kiss-bitten.
you gazed up at him, eyes drooping as you mouthed silently, trying to compose a sentence.
keiji noticed the subtle way your eyelids fluttered, the sight only adding fuel to the fire burning within him. he couldn't resist the urge to tease you further, his voice dropping to a low whisper near your ear, "you can be mad at me all you want, love, but your body is betraying you right now,"
your makeup was ruined and your lipgloss smeared all around your mouth.
you glared up at him feigning anger, "shut up,"
keiji chuckled lowly at your command, his lips shining with your gloss. his glasses were pushed askew, the lenses misting up from the heat of the moment. they clung awkwardly to his face, its alignment crooked by the ferocity of the kiss, barely clinging to your face.
he nipped at your earlobe, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke, "but i love seeing you all worked up and hot and bothered like this,"
"then don't stop," you craned your neck, eyes closing and body submitting into his control, "keep talking,"
he continued to apologize, each word punctuated by a kiss or a brush of his lips against your skin, "i swear, i'll make it up to you," he murmured between apologies, "you'll forgive me, won't you? i don't want you to be mad at me for too long. i'll miss you,"
keiji's apologies and coaxing continued, his kisses growing more persuasive as he attempted to win back your forgiveness. his hands roamed your body, his touch firm and insistent, as he tried to soothe your anger, "please, don't stay mad at me," he whispered, his lips trailing down your neck, "i'm so, so sorry," he managed to say, his voice strained, "i won't let work get in the way again. please, love, just don't be mad at me anymore,"
you pulled back, both of you panting slightly from the intensity of the moment. keiji opened his eyes to look at you.
his gaze roaming over your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and slightly tousled hair. he reached out to gently tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, the touch tender.
"you mean it?" you gave him a skeptical look.
keiji's response came in the form of a feverent kiss, his lips crashing against yours with a fervor that bordered bruising. he bit your lower lip, tongue swiping and letting it go with a pop.
"every word," he murmured gently, voice filled with undeniable sincerity, "i don't want work to come between us again,"
as keiji spoke, you could feel the truth of his words. you had seen him staying up a few nights ago, complaining about the paperwork he had to finish. that night, he hadn't come to bed and dozed off on his desk.
he ran his fingers through your hair, waiting with bated breath for your reply.
"alright," you nodded, watching him let out the breath he was holding, "but, now i gotta change outta these," you groaned, hands running down the sides of your dress.
keiji's eyes roamed over your form, taking in the way the dress slid over your curves, "can't you keep it on?"
you raised your brows to your hairline, giving him a look, "you want me to keep it on? " the edge of your lip threatened to tug into a suggestive smile.
"you look absolutely ravishing in it," his voice tinged with hunger as he let his eyes roam you, "so, yes. i want it on you,"
he reached out a hand to grasp your hips, pulling you closer to him. he made you stand in front of him and turned you around in such a way that both of you were facing the mirror.
"you look so alluring," his fingers curled, squeezing you, "it's like you were made for this dress, and seeing you in it-" he broke off, groaning, eyes squeezing shut for a second, "s'driving me fucking wild,"
he pulled you back along with him to sit on the edge of the bed behind, settling you on his lap. his hands moved to the hem of the dress, just above your knee as if he were itching to peel it off. his touch urgent yet gentle.
"please, keep the dress on," he begged desperately, "let me undress you," his teeth caught the strap of your dress, nudging it off to bare your shoulder to him.
"and worship you the way you deserve," he mumbled against your skin, his lips tenderly pressing a kiss to the back of your neck.
he nosed his way up towards your ear, his gaze meeting yours in the reflection of the mirror in front of you both.
a low squeak reached your ears when his fingers tugged at the zipper of your dress, dragging down slowly.
"let me have you," the back of his fingers caressed down your spine, "i'll make it worth your while," he nuzzled into the back of your neck, "and i promise, i'll be such a good boy for you,"
Please Kenji Sato x American shy!reader? They’re dating and Kenji is jealous that shy!reader attention is towards emi and not him while his dad thinks it’s pretty funny
thank you smm ❤️ here you gooo. i apologize for the delay. (had a minor writer's block)
Jealous Brat
kenji sato x shy!reader
warning: none, being parents, fluff, [not proofread!!]
summary: kenji is feeling jealous because he wants more of your time and attention.
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the doors of the elevator opened and both kenji and emi turned toward it. the baseball field stadium simulation dissolving into thin air.
you stepped into the room, beaming at the two.
"there's my girl!" kenji grinned at you, his tone prideful as he held his arms wide for you. the baseball bat dropping to the floor with a clatter.
emi squealed in excitement, waddling hurriedly towards you that she overtook kenji and plopped down on the floor excitedly.
you approached her meekly, caressing her arm up and down, "hi baby,"
kenji frowned. those words would be mostly directed to him in greeting. not emi, not anyone. only him.
initially you were weary of the gigantrom baby, frightened to stay within a one mile radius in her presence.
but with a little coaxing from kenji, you warmed up to emi and eneded uo spending most of your time with her.
this bothered kenji, not only because all your focus was on emi, but because he didn't get any time with you when he needed it the most.
he woke up to an empty bed, sijce you were up and about to help professor sato in taking care of emi. he ate breakfast alone because you would leave early for your work, giving him a quick goodbye kiss. he would return from practice, wanting to curl in your warm embrace.
but he would find you babying emi, cooing and mumbling praises while making her perform combat drills.
kenji would pout. he wouldn't mind being coddled by you. he wouldn't mind being praised by you. in more than one way
this was one such evening where kenji had returned from practice and wanted to take a shower. he even tried to get you to join him.
"c'mon, baby," kenji whined, coming up behind you and hugging you from the back, resting his chin on your shoulder, "i want you close to me," he was still in his baseball jersey and tracks, reeking of musk and sweat.
you sighed, "kenji, i gotta run these analysis on emi. she's shown such drastic improvement-"
the rest of your words where drowned in his frustrated groan, making you raise your brows in surpirse.
"you've been so caught up with emi all the time. i got you first, right? so doesn't that mean i'm your first priority? all things concerned?"
you understood the unspoken message behind his words. you turned within his arms, smiling in a taunting manner.
"kenji sato, are you jealous of emi?"
he let out a delirious noise at the back of his throat, "what? no!" he scoffed, "why would i be jealous of a kaiju. i'm not that pathetic," he mumbled the last part quietly.
"seems like it to me," you stated, holding the side of his face.
kenji huffed, pressing his lips together in annoyance and his brows scrunched.
"that look! oh my god, you are jealous!" you huffed an incredulous laugh, cooing softly to tease him.
"i-well. damn right, i am," kenji muttered into the palm of your hand that was holding your face, kissing it.
"she's a harmless kaiju baby," you continued to laugh at his pout, pressing a quick peck against it, "hardly a threat. could you be any more petty?"
kenji fiddled with the hem of your shirt, letting his bangs fall over his face, "she is a threat to me if she hogs you to herself and doesn't lemme spend time with you. you barely spend time with me ever since she happened," he spoke bitterly.
"ah-ah," you raised a finger, "watch that tone of yours, mister,"
kenji took your pointing hand in his, pressing a smooch to the back of it, "yes ma'am,"
you had to purse your lips to hold back the grin his words brought to your face.
"it's just-" kenji sighed, "you've barely kissed me properly. and i feel like- i know it sounds stupid," he agreed, "-it feels like I'm losing you to a kaiju of everything in the world. like c'mon,"
"kenji," you held his face with both hands, "I'm sorry i made you feel this way, my love. i didn't realize,"
now, thinking back, you realized your boyfriend was right. you were barely by his side, let alone spend any time with him.
kenji breathed softly when you addressed him as your love, nuzzling his cheeks into your warm palms.
you pressed a slobbery kiss against his mouth, earning a pathetic whine from him as he melted against you. both of your lips moved in tandem, kenji's large palms slithering into your shirt and finding their place in the dips of your waist, thumbs circling.
you pulled back, lips an inch away from his and your forhead against his, "m'sorry, babe. truly. i didn't realize it until you pointed out,"
"s'okay," kenji muttered, not quite meeting your eyes, "i just missed you, s'all,"
you squished his cheeks with one hand, making his pink plump lips smoosh together. you pressed a final wet, loud smack to his mouth with a dramatic 'mwah' and used your thumb to trace the curve of his bottom lip.
kenji gazed at you with heart eyes, his cheeks gaining an adorable rose hue.
the tint of your lip balm was smeared across his mouth; a mark of yours on him.
he let out a flustered groan and buried his face in your neck, your scent filling his senses and soothing his mental frenzy.
you rolled your eyes, unable to hold back a smile, "you're such a brat sometimes, you know that?" you pressed a crooked kiss to the raven locks at the base of his neck.
he smirked against your skin, his usual confident expression returning.
"only a brat for you, baby," he murmured, his tongue tracing a line down your throat.
you fisted his hair, tugging him back to look at him in his eyes.
kenji gazed at you through hooded eyes, lips parting as he exhaled, the corners of it curving into an ardent smile.
"sorry to interrupt," mina's voice echoed as she entered the room with professor sato at her tail, "but emi has been refusing to go to bed and has been up for a while. perhaps kenji, y/n could-"
"not today, mina!" kenji retorted, hugging you to his body protectively, one of his palms cradling the back of your head.
"c'mon, dad," he turned to his father, whining childishly, "you can take over babysitting duties today, can't you?!"
"you never grow up, do you?" professor sato rolled his eyes at his son's antics with a chuckle, walking away as mina led the way for him.
kenji was quick to dip and wrap an arm around your legs, tossing your body over his shoulder with ease.
"kenji! atleast, let me go have a peek at her and make sure she's okay, for god's sake!" you gasped, wriggling, "put me down!"
"when i have such a great view? i don't think so. and I'm not gonna lose you to anyone. not even to a kaiju baby!"
I was wondering if you could do a Kenji Sato x a curvy goth girlfriend? I'd love to see how that dynamic would play out especially with Emi since the girlfriend looks absolutely terrifying but is actually a big sweetheart who just plays Emi lullabys using her guitar abs reads her Edgar Allan Poe Stories as bedtime stories
Yes, of course, love. I love writing about characters that give off black cat vibes but are a secret sunshine.
this turned out longer than i intended it to be 'cause i couldn't resist.
this was a bit rushed.
also you're my first request♡
I hope my writing lived up to your expectations. enjoy<33
Mama's here
pairing: kenji x gothic!curvy!gf!reader
this contains : fluff, reader and kenji parenting emi, use of petnames (baby, babe, sweetheart, mama)
summary: you help your boyfriend take care of the baby kaiju he took in, and surprisingly bonding well with the creature.
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"okay, sweetheart, promise me that you'll not freak out," kenji stood behind you on the elevator that led to his basement, "and you won't be mad at me," he rested his hands on your sides, palm splayed on your love handles.
you gave him a suspicious look over your back, "kenji sato, what did you do?"
"nothin' mama," he kissed your cheek fondly, knowing how soft that nickname got you, "also remember, i love you so much,"
you stared at him for a moment longer, wondering what on earth he was about to reveal to you.
when the elevator doors opened, you were met with a pink baby gigantron in a giant glass cage. it had yellow fins on the sides of its face and the top of its head. plump cheeks, curved yellow beak and round eyes.
it was fast asleep, its chest rising and falling in even breaths. it shifted lightly in its sleep, beak opening and closing in a yawn and a low trill escaped its throat.
as for you, you were still in shock, "son of a bitch!" your mouth fell open.
"shh! you'll wake her up," kenji silenced you, placing his hands on your shoudlers.
"no wonder you were sweet-talking our way down here!" you glared at him, resting your hands at your hips.
"mina," kenji glanced at the ai hovering above you, "back me up, maybe,"
"i was mad when i found out as well. so you're on your own in this one, kenji," mina retorted.
"geez, way to throw me under the bus," he mumbled, throwing his hands up at his sides in exasperation. he stepped closer to you, "look, i didn't know what else to do, okay? her mother-" he halted, lowering his voice so the baby kaiju wouldn't wake, "her mother died when the kdf intervened and tried to take them both down,"
your furious stance dropped at his statement, expression clearing, "oh shit,"
"yeah," he winced, taking a step closer to you, "i couldn't leave her. and i also don't know how to raise a baby," he raised his eyebrows your way in emphasis.
"you think i do?"
"i'm thinking you can help," he spoke, "hands wrapping around your body, his palms running up and down your sides, "please mama?" he blinked down at you with those pleading eyes you could never say no to.
your face twisted in contemplation, as you watched the baby kaiju sleep peacefully. you couldn't deny the spark of affection bloom in you for it.
"alright," you agreed reluctantly.
"yes! thank you!" he sighed, kissing all over your face, and finally on your lips, mouth devouring yours.
your face scrunched up due to his actions, the corner of your lips curving up in a smile. you kissed him back affectionately, resting a palm on the side of his neck.
when kenji pulled back, you noticed your lipstick smeared over his mouth.
this time, you grinned fully.
"what?" he blinked at you cluelessly, his bangs falling over his forehead just right. he was so captivated by your grin that he mirrored you.
you thumbed the stain from his lower lip, "you're a messy kisser, love,"
colour rose to his cheeks as your thumb tugged at his tainted lips, "s'okay. i like it when you leave your mark on me,"
rolling your eyes, you pursed your lips, trying not to be affected by his words.
kenji beamed when pecked his cheek, his hands snaking around your body and finding his place on the soft skin of your waist.
next morning, kenji made the due introductions between you and emi, helping you both be at ease in each other's presence.
kenji chuckled, noticing the baby gigantron's wariness of you. he reached out a hand and spoke soothingly, trying to calm the little creature. "hey girl," he said softly, "it's okay. don't be afraid of y/n here. she's not gonna hurt you. she may look intimidating, but she's a big softie,"
"i'm not a softie," you deadpanned to the side of his face, sending a smoldering look his way.
the baby gigantron chirped weakly, her beady eyes scanning every inch of you in caution.
you stood there, trying to look as non-threatening as possible, despite your dark, gothic appearance. the baby gigantron continued to eye you with some trepidation, its tiny claws grounded to the floor of the basement.
kenji took your hand in his, making you stand in front of him adn ugided your movements, "see? she's a good person,"
the baby gigantron hesitated for a moment, her beady eyes darting back and forth between you and kenji, her eyes taking in your proximity. then, slowly but surely, she inched closer to your outstretched hand.
as the she padded cautiously toward you both, it let out a soft chirrup sound. she seemed intrigued by you, her wariness slowly melting away as she realized you was trustworthy.
kenji moved your hand slowly, maintaining a soothing tone as he made you gently stroke the baby gigantron's soft pink head.
she let out a soft, contented chitter in response, her round eyes closing briefly in delight.
kenji looked back at you with a small smile, "see, babe? she's warming up to you," he said, his voice hushed to avoid startling the creature.
you felt the tension escape you as the kaiju baby leaned into your touch, her body relaxed and trusting. she seemed to have completely forgotten its earlier apprehension of you.
"that's right," kenji urged, "it's just mommy," he referred to you, "she's not gonna hurt you,"
you gave him a weird look, "i'm not her mother, kenji!"
"i'm her daddy, which means you're her mommy,"
as you moved your hand, the baby gigantron perked up at the sound of your bracelet clinking against her head. her eyes widened with curiosity, and it made a soft, inquisitive sound in contemplation, tipping its head to the side.
she seemed to find the sound and the sensation of your touch amusing, and she continued to let you pet her without any further trepidation.
the baby gigantron let out a series of soft, playful chirps, her tiny claws gently batting at your bracelets as she sought to explore the shiny metallic objects even further.
you let out a chuckle at her adorable actions, giving into her as you shook your wrist playfully, making the charms on your wrist jingle with each other.
you were seated on the table at the far end of the basement, flipping through your guitar notes and arranging the sheets in order.
"get back here," kenji panted, "right now, missy!" he was in ultraman form, struggling to grab hold of the baby kaiju, but she kept dodging him, running between his legs as she giggled her heart out.
kenji mostly took care of the bathing and burping part. while you handled feeding her, turning it into an airplane game.
the baby kaiju cooed at your antics, slowly getting closer to you that she needed to see you every day. you watched over her when kenji went for his games.
you both would watch the broadcast together; you would explain the game to her while the baby kaiju would listen to you in childlike wonder.
kenji came back home from a win, his legs moving as quick as possible as he enveloped you in a giant hug. he snuggled his face into your neck, letting out a breath of ease. you held him against your chest, one hand burying into the back of his head.
kenji struggled to balance baby kaiju care and baseball. without enough rest, he underperformed. but your companionship and support made days easier. your influence helped him manage his roles better and continue pursuing his passion for the game.
he mumbled a bunch of 'thank you' and 'couldn't have done it without you' against your neck, hands wandering your body, grabbing at the softness and worshipping you.
"you were amazing," you brought his face to yours, kissing his forehead in pride.
"mm, thanks babe,"
as you and kenji shared your loving words, the baby gigantron, who was watching intently, couldn't help but let out a soft, curious 'coo' sound.
the little creature seemed to be attracted by the affectionate exchange between you and kenji, drawn in by the gentle words and the laughter that accompanied it.
her beady eyes glittered with interest, and she inched closer to you both, her small paws making no sound on the smooth floor.
she seemed to be attempting to get a closer look at the interaction, intrigued by the emotional connection between you two.
when the baby kaiju fractured her hand after escaping the mansion, kenji called for his father, not knowing who else to ask for help.
professor sato greeted you when he noticed you at the baby kaiju's side, mumbling soothing words of comfort.
she whined at you in pain, eyes closing when you caressed the scales of her tummy. you felt your heart tug at the sight, "you poor thing. it's okay. everything will be okay,"
professor sato jerked her displaced bone back into place, causing her to screech in pain. the baby kaiju leaned into your touch, crying out into you.
professor sato had named the baby kaiju "emi," after his late wife, which added a special touch to the bond you and Kenji had formed with the small creature.
he kindly offered to assist you and his son in raising the tiny creature, knowing you both could use his expertise.
emi grew fond of your guitar sessions. whenever you strummed the strings, her gaze would fixate on you.
she loved it so much that she seemed to ditch her usual rhymes that frequently annoyed kenji.
she was completely enthralled by the music, captivated by the sound and the way your fingers moved across the instrument.
you would sit on the high rise stool with your legs crossed with your guitar nestled in your lap.
emi's eyes widened in amazement, her gaze fixed on your fingers as they moved across the strings, producing beautiful music.
she would clap her hands together in enjoyment, seated obidiently on the ground in front of you.
sometimes, you would lay on the floor on your back, your guitar resting against your chest. with a soft and contemplative expression, you began strumming random chords, creating an impromptu and soothing melody.
emi would be stretched out beside you in a similar manner, her tiny body imitating your position. her eyes fluttered shut, seemingly entranced by the sound of the guitar and the rhythmic strums of your fingers across the strings.
you also began to read bedtime stories to her, pulling out your collection of Edgar Allan Poe's short stories collection.
the lights in the dimly lit basement were on, but the atmosphere was serene and soothing. kenji walked in, letting out a yawn and taking in the scene before him.
you were leaning against emi's tummy, knees propped, while emi laid on her side behind you, her claw nail resting on your lap for you to hold. you read the story aloud for her while she trilled in relaxation.
"gothic horror, for a baby kaiju?" kenji questioned, "seems a bit intense, doesn't it?" he said, his tone teasing.
"what, she likes it," you shrugged, "don't you, honey?" you asked the kaiju baby.
emi cooed in reply, as if to agree with you.
"it may help her out when she gets to the wild," you added, "you'll never know,"
kenji approached you, shaking his head slightly in mock defeat. He knew he would never win against your arguments. he settled down on the floor next to you and laid his head in your lap, a small sigh escaping him.
you ran your fingers through his hair, continuing your story for your two babies.
soft snores reached your ear and you stopped reading out loud, smiling to yourself. the story had done its work and caused both emi and kenji to drift off.
you continued to run your fingers through Kenji's hair, your gentle touch lulling him further into relaxation.
soon enough, soft snores filled the room, signaling that both he and the baby kaiju were fast asleep.
emi curled her body, getting closer to you, while kenji passed out on your lap, face resting on your thick thighs.
a smile tugged at your lips as you realized that your story had worked its magic, sending both of your babies into a peaceful slumber.
you returned home after a few hours of running errands, feeling frustrated and annoyed due to a particular inconvenience that had occurred.
when you entered the manor, you were met with a mixture of distressed wails and hollering, followed by a loud crashing sound.
kenji approached you immediately, looking harried, "there you are. Emi has been crying nonstop since you left," he said, his voice taut with concern.
as if on cue, the mansion quaked, and the distant cries of emi echoed through the halls. you followed the sound down to the basement, where you found the baby kaiju in the middle of a tantrum.
her cries were loud and piercing, and she was swatting at everything around her in a fit of anger. it was clear that she was upset about your absence and was manifesting her feelings through the tantrum.
professor sato, with the help of a walking stick, approached you as you entered the basement. "hello, y/n," he greeted warmly.
when you replied, emi abruptly stopped crying and her beady eyes locked onto you.
professor sato chuckled, noticing how quickly she responded to your presence. "looks like you were what she wanted," he said with a smile and motioned for you to come closer.
emi squealed lowly as you got closer to her. she made grabby hands at you, face pouting and cheeks drawing downwards.
"emi, baby-" you let out a yelp of surprise as emi pulled you to her belly, holding you there delicately as she snuggled her pudgy cheek on your head.
you were pressed against her body, looking like a starfish, all splayed out. the affection from the kaiju baby melted your heart and you snuggled into her hold.
"it's okay, honey... uh, mama's here," you added hesitantly.
emi cooed and you smiled wide against her scaly tummy, letting her warmth embrace you.
