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You found yourself once more on his shabby apartment carpet, eyes excitedly dashing between each submission. There’d been close to 400 just that week. The list was filled with expected and unexpected names alike: names you’d never read in your life, names of people who sat next to you in class, of someone you went to highschool with, repeat offenders, and your favorite, people who had pristine reputations. No matter how much of a saint these names appeared to be, once they went up on the website, their reputations would be tarnished by their wrongdoings.

It didn’t help their case that the entire school seemed to be waiting on pins and needles for each update. People always take a sick pleasure in watching others’ dirty laundry get aired out, you and Suna were happy to provide. There was only one rule to the whole ordeal: what they did had to be morally wrong. “It’s not gossip,” you’d told Suna, “it’s a warning.” As you saw it, the two of you were righteous benefactors of warnings.

“Are there any left?” You asked, peering over his shoulder at the screen, “Nah.” He clicked his tongue in disappointment. It certainly wasn’t a slow night, but you both knew you’d never get enough of it. Rintaro stretched out his sore shoulders, then leaned back against his palms, lolling his head over to look at you sitting cross-legged beside him. His brows shot up playfully, an unreadable parade of thoughts seemed to be marching through his mind in that moment. 

“I like this.” He stated plainly, to which you hummed in agreement, “Did you see that news article?” You followed, tilting your head curiously as he stood up with a groan and walked over to his nightstand. Suna pulled open the drawer, showing you the tattered clipping he had proudly cut from the newspaper, “I’m thinking of framing it.”

A satisfied grin twisted at the corners of your lips as you hoisted yourself up to get a better look at the paper, though you’d already read it tens, if not hundreds of times. University in Shambles. And it was all your doing. Together. 

Gazing upon the tiny printed words, something marvelous came to mind. It was a fleet of the moment idea until you broke the silence to turn it into something else, something better. “I wanna keep doing this.” 

Suna eyed you questioningly, “We’re not planning on stopping anytime soon, are we?” It’s true, the both of you had agreed not to quit your selfless duties unless you felt like someone was onto you, and so far, nobody had a clue. “I mean,” you started, taking the clipping from his hands to examine it with delight, “I want to keep doing this after college.”

To this, Rintaro finally turned to face you fully, eyes slightly widened, “Oh?” “Imagine it, Rin,” you sighed, slipping the little piece of paper back into his drawer, “not only knowing about the assholes on campus, but, knowing about them everywhere else.” Something akin to excitement flashed in his eyes, he keened on every word you said like it was the best thing he’d ever heard. It was the best thing he’d ever heard.

“It’s risky, but would you wanna do that? Make On Sight open to the public?”

His breaths began to shallow at the thought, how many submissions would there be? Not only would the university be in shambles, but so would the rest of the world. It made his chest bubble with unadulterated pleasure. Perhaps you weren’t great people for this, but neither were the ones whose names went up every night. A crime where the victims were no victims at all, they’re equally as bad as the two of you, if not worse. 

“That’d be terrible,” he licked his lips with fervor, “we should do it.”

You smirked with satisfaction, he was just as desperate for it as you were. Nothing was holding you back from keeping this rotten secret of yours for as long as you possibly could, not time and certainly not a lack of devotion. “Think you can keep a secret for that long?” You murmured coyly, inching closer to him, tantalized by this future you were beginning to picture. A future with him in it long past university.

“You know I can.” Suna’s face lowered to yours, eyes flickering down until he could feel his knees weaken at your grin. In that very moment, adrenaline coursed furiously through your veins, there’s nothing in the world that you could do without him wanting in on it. You two managed to bring out the very worst in each other, but it worked, it was beautiful, perfect, even. 

That was the point of the night in which everything blurred into one splotch of thrill in your mind. One moment the two of you were frozen in this sudden revelation of desire, the next his hand was on your jaw, pulling you into a deep, long-overdue kiss. Suna’s lips danced against yours with passion, need emanating in every touch to your flesh, your head spun as his tongue grazed against yours and you would have been able to taste his aching for you had the flavor of your own hunger not overpowered it. 

A clumsy three-step trip to his squeaky bed was made, he landed on his back, panting for more as you climbed atop him. You didn’t get the chance to see the way in which his eyes glazed over as you slipped off your sweatshirt, he’d already pulled you back down to kiss him in a frenzy. 

The air was filled with heavy breaths as he broke away to lose his own shirt, a scoff leaving his lips once you met heavy, lusted eyes, and you can’t help but laugh at yourselves. Foreheads pressed against each other and the tips of your noses touching, it’s all too wonderful. 

“You’re killing me.” He whispered against your lips, before seizing them, gripping your waist to flip you onto his pillow. 

The bed squeaked too loudly, you’re sure the headboard of which was fucking up the lazy paint job of his apartment, and the two of you couldn’t stop laughing between kisses, but that night would surely be the only perfect one in your life. You cherished it like it was gold. 

Suna was your best friend, but now he was something more, and there’s no doubt in your mind that you both would like to keep it that way for a while.

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✱ now you know their little agreement

✱ RIP sunarin's roommate who probably heard more than he'd like to hear

✱ wow i hope nothing bad happens to this budding romance it would be a shame

✱ mattsun tinder slight reference to HOT TO GO by @nectardaddy go read it right mf NOW

✱ the unanimous vote for marry on the podcast is bokuto

𝗮/𝗻: ugh sorry this is posted kinda late today was wacky. i saw borderlands, don't watch it girlfriend it's bad. i had to watch maxxxine as a palette cleanser afterwards, i fucking love that trilogy omfgggg. thanks for beta reading ree, fly high, i miss you

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(it misses, and he grins, "you’ve got terrible aim." you throw at him again what’s nearest to you — a spoon — and it hits him in the shoulder, and he yells, "i was joking!")

“i can’t believe you,” you scoff, folding your hands over your chest, “you had an entire day while i was asleep.”

kuroo rubs at his shoulder.

and you look at him, “why didn’t you wake me?”

“uhm, excuse me.” he scoffs — loud — “i did try to wake you… repeatedly.”

and you scoff too, huffing lightly as your shoulders rise, “i don’t remember.”

kuroo shakes his head, his mouth falling into a surprised smile as his voice raises, “you bit my hand and threatened to sign divorce papers if i tried to wake you again!"

“that does not sound like me.” you refuse to look at him in disbelief, stubbornly shaking your head as he continues to scoff.

kuroo gives you a look, holding out his left hand as he grins "here," and shows you a bite mark - allegedly, from you - marking his wrist.

“oh my god,” your mouth falls, “i did bite you.”

and honestly, kuroo's more surprised you didn't remember that you bit him more than you actually biting him, because honestly, him trying to wake you up before noon on a sunday? that's on him, that's his fault.

your mouth purses into a teasing smile, “you should’ve tried harder.”

and kuroo rolls his eyes, but the way he grins at you is only full of love, “i was pretty sure i was gonna lose a finger if i tried to wake you again.”

“that’s because it’s a sunday,” you laugh, shoulders rising as you make your point, “and who would wake up before noon on a sunday?”

you tilt your head to look at him, and he does the same. the smile on his face easily matching yours, but there's a specific glint in his eyes that easily tell he's teasing.

“don’t look at me like i’m the crazy person here, i am doing your laundry for you.” he laughs, propping his head up on his right hand as he doesn't feel a single urge to look away now.

and you tease, "at 10 in the morning?"

and kuroo tells you, “you forget that i actually like the mornings.”

“yes,” you agree, humming slightly, “like a freak.”

kuroo laughs again, his shoulders rising with his chest, and it's definitely moments like these that he thanks his past self for doing whatever it was that he did to get him here - with you - now.

you have always been his favorite part of the morning.

he kisses your head, “don’t you sweet talk me.”

and you smile, but he doesn't let you say anything back, because kuroo kisses you again, his smile easily bleeding through your mouth as he does so, and he does it in intervals in which he kisses you once just to pull away just to kiss you all over again.

the last kiss he gives you is longer, his eyes closed, leaning slightly closer to your face, and when he pulls away, the first thing he looks at is you.

“good morning.” kuroo smiles.

and you tell him, grinning, “if you hadn’t gotten up so early, you could’ve kissed me good morning in bed.”

kuroo's smile falls, his eyebrows furrowing, and a loud scoff falling from his mouth as he realizes that - oh my god, he could've done that in bed.

he shakes his head repeatedly, looking over his shoulder to watch the spinning washing machine do it's job, and casually, he looks back to you with an innocent smile on his face.

"i mean -" and he shrugs, "there’s no reason for us to be watching the laundry right now."

you quirk a brow, your smile teasing.

kuroo looks at you, a lazy smile on his face, "we can still go back to bed."

and you laugh, “but coming back to bed isn’t so morning-person of you.”

kuroo shakes his head again, laughing with you as he raises both his hands in denial, “me? a morning person? i hate the mornings.”

and when he stands up from the counter, taking your hand to ask you to stand up with him, you don't resist at all. his eyes crinkling from laughter.

for a second, he just stands there with you, in the middle of the kitchen, his hand in yours, a smile on his face and stars in his eyes, and he absolutely cannot wait to kiss you good morning again.

so he does.

kuroo pulls you in, and it's another kiss just because he wants to, and it's sweet and long, and he's smiling, but he doesn't let that stop him from keeping you close.

he lets you pull away - only with the promise that he's going to kiss you again soon.

“thank you for doing the laundry.” your hands are linked behind his neck, and his arms fall on your waist.

kuroo smiles, so deeply in love with you, “thank you for the hand injury.”

You sat on the far side of the living room, observing the way your boyfriend, Nanami Kento held the black ink pen in his right hand. Whenever he's in a working mood, you decide that distancing yourself is the best option.

Except for the past two weeks, work is all he seems to be interested in. The only time the both of you had any time together was before bed, which Nanami was always the first to sleep and the first to wake.

You wished for more attention but didn't exactly know how to bring up the topic without coming off too strong or clingy. The idea that fathomed in your mind was to have a date night, with hopes that your dearest boyfriend would the endless work cycle.

You plant the soles of the white crew socks onto the shiny hardwood floor, making a path towards the dining table.  "Nanamiiii," you drag out, "Let's go out on a date!"

He glances over at you from his current task of paperwork. His blue eyes had the ability to hold you in place, especially when it's about an inquiry such as this one.

"Y/N, do you even have a place in mind?" He sighs, the disinterest rattled with his voice. You unfold a flyer from the pocket of your gray shorts, something you've been holding onto for at least a week. Handing off the colorful paper to Nanami, you pointed out the key details.

"Look, there's a drive-in movie starting in an hour and it's only ten minutes away. If we get going now-"

Nanami's head began to shake, the idea you barely laid out was falling right before your eyes.

"Honey, we can't possibly try to fit this in. I'll take you someplace nice another day, alright?" he consoles, but you couldn't believe what you were hearing.

"No. You've been so invested in work that it's gotten to the point where I'm feeling ignored. I try to bring up something and you just turn it down? You can stay here and work, I'll go enjoy the movie alone," you spat, emphasizing the word alone.

Before you could completely turn away, Nanami's arm lace around your waist, pulling you down onto his awaiting lap. You settle back against his chest, your fingers running along the arm bounded around you.

"I'm sorry...I didn't realize that you felt that way. At all. If we hurry, we should make it just in time without missing not even a minute's worth," he corrects himself, earning a giddy squeal from you in response.

You jump to your feet, a hand resting along Nanami's jawline. "What are we waiting for? Finally, a date !"

—— ‹ ‧₊˚༉‧₊˚✧ ˳˚॰ ⊹ .˚ › ——

"Seven o'clock on the dot, exactly as I planned," Nanami smirks to himself as he yanks the keys from the ignition. Just as he planned it, you arrived at the lot with not even a second to spare. The lot was full, leaving you both to be forced to remain in the back.

The screen was decently clear but what made the experience all the more enjoyable was that Nanami and you were the only car around, granting some kind of privacy.

You peer over to Nanami, who's wearing a navy blue button-down with a crimson tie and black slacks. Even for a date, he still manages to dress professionally. You simply threw on a red wrap dress with matching heels. You love how the red complements your skin. Your hair was pinned up due to the lack of time but it added a sense of elegance to your night attire.

As the film continued through, you notice that Nanami had a look of boredom sprawled across his face. You reach down to the small buckle of your heels to remove them, knowing how much Nanami hated shoes on the car seat. You fold your legs underneath you while leaning towards the bored man.

"You don't look too happy, is the movie boring to you?" You begin, a hand running through the neatly combed locks of blonde hair. Nanami's lips curved into a smile by your touch before replying, "No, just a little lost is all."

Without another word, you pressed your lips onto his, a slow exchange between the two of you. Nanami's arms instantly cling to your hips, urging you to fill the space atop his lap. You climb over the middle console and onto your destined spot, straddling Nanami.

"Can I...entertain you instead?" You grin, now face to face with him. Nanami's lips latch onto your neck, trailing soft pecks along the skin. "Are you suggesting sex in the car...if so, I might have to agree," Nanami hummed. You caught a glimpse at the man, his eyes laced with the glimmer of passion.

You bring another kiss onto Nanami, this one much more heated than the last. His hands roam down your back, squeezing your body against his. You roll your hips insatiably into him, desperate for any kind of friction he could offer.

After two weeks of little to no contact, the overwhelming need is what guides your mind, or until Nanami suddenly took control over the situation. His hand grasped your jaw, forcing you to meet his eye. "If you think I didn't notice the skimpy outfits, always needing to bend over..tch, then you're crazy."

His hands slid your dress over your head, tossing it back over to the passenger seat. "I'll be sure to make it all up to you," Nanami assures as he slowly pulls his tie from his neck. In one hand, he holds your wrists and the tie in the other.

Leaving some slack in between, Nanami binds your wrists individually. You pull your plump bottom lip through your teeth, the arousal pooling within your legs. "What do you possibly have planned for me?" You ask lowly. Nanami simply pulls you in by the nape of your neck, smashing a messy kiss onto you.

"Everything. I have everything planned for you, Y/N."

With that, you found yourself in the spacious backseat, arms hanging around the headrest of the center seat. Nanami climbs over the middle console, his back pressed against the hard surface. He had only unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his broad chiseled chest to you.

His hands clasp onto your thighs, prying them apart. He pulls the black thong from you, only to join the discarded dress from before. Whimpers pour from your lips while waiting for the slightest touch from the man before you.

"Just look at you, already unraveling and I haven't laid a finger on you. You're gonna have a rough night honey," Nanami sighed, his thumb gently bearing down on your clit. He drew slow tight circles around the bundle of nerves, his eyes pinned on you.

"Nanami, baby please!" you plead, "Stop teasing me!" But he only smiled as he peppers a trail of kisses along your inner thigh. He hoisted your trembling legs over his shoulders, pushing his lips closer to your heat.

Finally, he laid a single drag of his tongue into your folds. A satisfied sigh left from your lips as Nanami's lips clung onto your clit, his tongue delicately flicking the bud. Your hips buck viciously, the sensation filling the pit in your stomach quickly.

"Mmm fuck, you seem ready to cum," Nanami mumbled softly, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. Just as you reached the tipping point, Nanami's entire warmth disappeared.

"No no nooooo! Why'd you do that?" You cry, tears burning at your lash line. Nanami licked his lips, savoring the flavor he loved oh so much. With low, hazy eyes, he gave you such a reply that it made your cunt throb with such passion.

"Because I can."

Nanami leans over you, pulling the tie from underneath the headrest. "Turn that pretty ass of yours around," he demands. You turned around as instructed, your chest compressed into the backing of the seat and an arched back.

A hand crashed against the bare skin of your ass, triggering a gasp to fill your lungs. From the corner of your eyes, Nanami's hands traced along your arms, yanking your bounded wrists over the headrest once again.

"Are you gonna be a good girl and take it? If you do, I'll let you cum this time," Nanami wagered with his lips to your ear. His bare chest fits within the curve of your back, the tip of his dick rubbing between your folds.

"I will, just don't stop," you breathe restlessly. Nanami lifted himself from you, his focus shifting. The tip of his dick nudges your swollen entrance, anticipation leaving every nerve in your body on edge.

"Oh fuck," he whispers, watching as you swallow his length deliciously. Nanami pushes himself inside you until your ass is met by his toned pelvis. Your walls adapt to him easily, even after not being filled with him for two weeks.

He lugged his hips back, the urge to be stuffed fleeting quickly. Nanami swiftly thrusted back into you, a yelp escaping your lips. "So tight. You're always so damn tight baby," he groaned softly into your ear. Nanami returned to his place behind you, relentlessly carving your walls to his size.

Nanami abruptly became much more vocal, his moans flooding the car. You harshly yank the slack of the tie, you weren't used to not being able to touch Nanami during sex. You wanted to sink your nails into his skin, mark him as your own with scratches.

You tilt your head back in hopes to catch a glimpse of Nanami in the purest high of ecstasy. His head was tossed back, one hand bracing your hips and the other balled into the fist, shoved into the roof of the car.

"Shit, he's so fine," you thought to yourself, mesmerizing the scene behind you. A hand laced around your neck, delicately constricting your airways. "You miss me so much that you can't even stay away huh?" Nanami sneers as his pace slows down.

He slips out from inside you, his hand hard at work. He stroked the shaft with intent until a rush of pleasure washed over him. Spurts of cum dribbling into the crease of your parted ass.

Without delay, Nanami slid the tie from the headrest, only to have your hands now dangling from the back of the front passenger seat.

"You ready to ride me?" He chuckles as he props your legs on either side of him. Nanami sat you facing away from him on his lap, tip angled at your quivering hole.

"First you don't let me cum, then you-"

"Shhh, you shouldn't be talking, right?" Nanami interrupts, his hand taking hold of your jaw. His fingers dig into your cheek, forcing your plush lips to pucker. Nanami places a kiss onto you while adjusting your hips to take him back inside.

His hands lock around your waist, waiting for you to start and for him to take over. Your lips still entwined with his, you lift yourself ever so slowly. When you drop your hips down, the grip Nanami has you under tightens.

You know just how much Nanami tends to lose himself whenever you're on top. What you didn't expect was seeing him last as long as he is. Your pace quickens around his girthy length, even clenching him in place.

All the tactics you had in mind failed until Nanami's lips loosened along yours. You sank your teeth into his swollen bottom lip just before pulling away completely. Your eyes were in line with his, the sight of him striking a chord within you.

Beads of sweat dotted his hairline, even his hair was slick from the hard labor he's put in all night. The shade of pink painted his face beautifully, making you smile discreetly. The stoic exterior that he puts on daily was now replaced by the look of a man consumed in a euphoric state.

"Are you gonna let me cum now?" You murmur, your hips easing their stride. Your body was a trembling mess, all from the repeated denial from your boyfriend. The pad of Nanami's thumb running along your sensitive lips, the answer to your question hanging on a thread.

"One more time, alright?"

You nod your head, the pit in your stomach growing heavy. You were happy that it would only take one more round before meeting relief. Nanami pulls himself out of you before placing you back into the first position of the night.

He lifts your wrists up and down to encircle the nape of his neck. He has your legs spread apart and him filling the space behind. His pulsating tip rubs over your clit, giving it a subtle kiss. Nanami lays one hand above your head, closing the space between you both.

"You've been such a good girl for me, Y/N," he begins, his length sliding into you for the last time tonight. "I love you so much and—holy shit, we've been fucking all night and you're still so tight," Nanami curses, his pelvis now shoved against you.

After a night of constant edging, it wouldn't take you long to reach an orgasm. Nanami maintains easy strokes, enough to get you going but enough for his lips to never leave yours.

The sounds of muffled moans, lips clinging to each other, and lewd squelching waft a peaceful environment for the two of you.

Your quaking legs suddenly tightens, your vision filled with starry patches. A stream of tears decorate your cheeks as your nails sink into the muscular back of Nanami. "Cum for me, please fucking cum for me, honey!" He coos, his thrust becoming sloppy.

A rush of nerves stiffens your body at once, your gummy walls clenching with all their strength. A pool of moans pour from your chest and out to the world as you finally cum. Nanami himself met the same relief, his twitching tip completely rutting into you, filling you with his seed.

Your heart skips a beat from the guttural groan escaping his mouth. You place a peck onto his lips before being pulled into his sternum, Nanami dropping into the seat beside you.

He didn't bother to pull out just yet, his arms holding you so close. Your chests heave, desperately trying to hold air in your lungs.

In the midst of the heaving, He brings his lips to your ear, a question that you answered all too quickly.

"So...date night again tomorrow?"

he gives you a cheeky smile, “if you keep yelling like that, you’re going to wake the neighbors.”

and you bite, “don’t you speak to me about waking people up inappropriately.”

you grumble, crossing your arms over your chest, and the glaring sun comes back at you as atsumu picks up the hammer again.

you shake your head, “no! stop it!”

he looks at you, “i can’t just stop now.”

“yes, you can!” you nod frantically, “go cold turkey! join a support group!”

and he laughs, but you’re not sure if he’s teasing or if he’s just straight up laughing at you right now.

he gives you a gentle smile, “i can’t just leave the door like this.”

“tsumu, love of my life,” you start, and he smiles wider.

you let out a deep breath, “you can do anything you want, — as long as it doesn’t wake me.”

and he tells you, “but i didn’t wake you.”

“no,” you shake your head, “but your stupid hammering did!”

atsumu looks at you with whatever expression you can’t decipher, but you swear that the hammer in his hand looks like it’s still openly mocking you.

“tsumu,” you sigh, calling to him.

and he smiles, “love of your life.”

( you ignore his remark, glaring slightly. )

“i sleep around this time, okay, like every other normal person in the world,” you rub your eyes harshly, “it gives me energy, –”

you put your hands on his shoulders, “and it keeps me from killing my crazy husband!”

with the sunlight in your eyes and your annoyance towards … well, everything about this morning, you only now notice the space - or lack there of - between you and him.

of course, he still has that annoying smug smile on his face.

and right as you’re about to say something new, his smile gets wider, his free hand making its way to the side of your head, and he pulls you in to gently.

he kisses you quickly, deeply, pulling away after a firm second, and he smiles, “good morning.”

you grumble, “don’t sweet talk me.”

he smiles again, shoulders rising as he laughs, and he pulls you back into another kiss.

this time he keeps his lips on yours for a second longer, smiling widely against your mouth as his eyes fall close.

he pulls away again.

you narrow your eyes, “i hate you.”

and atsumu pulls you into a final kiss, less serious and more smiley on his part, and his hand on your head keeps you from pulling back.

you push him away, “okay, okay, you’re sorry.”

“right — i’m so sorry for being responsible and fixing our broken balcony door.” he laughs lightly.

and you nod, “yeah, you better think about what you did.”

atsumu kisses your forehead, cooing, “why don’t you go back to sleep? i’ll finish up here.”

so you smile, “hm, can i see that hammer please?”

and he immediately hands it to you, a small proud glint in his eye as he watches you take it.

“it’s pretty.” you point out, nodding with him as he does too.

then you put the hammer under your shirt, spinning on your heels as you turn away and walk.

“you’ll get this back later.” you scrunch your nose as he tries to interject, and you shake your head firmly, “like four pm!”

atsumu frowns, “but the balcony!”

and you take his hand with you as you trail him back inside, “it’s not going anywhere, tsumu.”