Hello! Initially I Was Going To Add A Kuroo And Kizumi Breaking Up Scene. But The Chapter Was Getting

Kuroo x fem reader x oikawa

Synopsis : After years spent by a certain setter along with a small toddler mending you heart, your life was a just like a blissful movie with a happy ending. But little did you know the person who gave you not only the worst years of your life but also the small ball of sunshine, decided to suddenly make a appearance in your fairytale when fate played a wild card.

READ THE NOTE 📝 : well kuroo got a lot of hate from the previous chapter which was a little bit deserved but he was also just much as in love with y/n, as y/n was with him. Also I wanted to show a y/n x oikawa scenario so there you go.

Previous | where it all went wrong | next

It was a summer noon— when you first met oikawa. Or what you thought was your first meeting to be more precise. You were sitting under a umbrella at the beach, all alone watching girls around your age enjoy their youth in bikinis where you were in some baggy clothes you found in Brazil. Atleast they looked cute.

Thoughts stammering your brain as the humid breeze was warming your skin. Unlike the cold wind in Japan which freezed your heart to not get broken anymore.

You wonder where it all went wrong? Maybe if you didn't approach the bright chemistry student you recognized from the grocery store you wouldn't be sitting at a beach party all alone at a foreign country. Maybe you wouldn't be worrying about how you will even pay your expenses while something or better someone was growing inside you. You wonder where it all went wrong that you have to cry yourself to sleep everyday because of a heartbreak from a person you could have given your life up for.

“What's a beautiful lady like you doing in those—" the sudden voice startled you, as you flinched due the stranger intruding you peaceful sulking session “–uh those questionable printed pajamas” the cheery voiced man questioned you, his eyes scanning or better judging your outfit as his figure blocked the rays of sunshine hitting your skin. But little did you already know that person was going to bring all the sunlight to your life.

You snapped your head upwards to meet the most beautiful shades of brown pair of eyes, eyes which were so different than those golden ones but with the same vibe, the same mishiveous and softness present in them.

"what do you mean questionably printed pajamas?" you scurred a little away from your mat laid on the sand while your eyes clearly checked him out. He was shirtless and God was not showing any mercy because if given a chance you would have liked to rub your face against those delicious looking abs—

Snap out it. Snap out of it

“by questionable I mean” the said boy squatted to meet your height. A black chain hanging on his chest, that decorated his defined collarbone. His hair looked so fluffy, they looked softer than the clouds floating in the sky and not to mention the natural pinkest tone of lips you have seen on a man. His body was built like a Greek God while his face could even make a woman jealous about how pretty it was.

He moved a little closer, his eye checking you from head to toe again and for a split second you bet his gaze stopped on your lips. “the egg plant sticking to the peach babe” he pointed his finger to the design on your full sleeves shirt.

He quirked his brow at the cohrent mumbles of words falling from your lips. He was too dazed by them to process the ‘you should be glad you are pretty’. The lips looked so tender, he wonder what It would feel like against his.

You glanced down to his pointed finger before squinting your eyes "no one" a whisper at first which made him look at your expression “NO ONE QUESTIONS MY FASHION SENSE” you yelled back at him with a expasreted expression, your eyebrows furrowed and lips formed in a frown. He would have said you looked cute if he wasnt intimidated by the yell.

Oikawa perhaps can be easily scared off but that doesn't apply when it is involving something that would hurt you. Emotionally or physically. So when he saw kuroo tetsurou at your little cafe that you both built together while he mended your heart he had to hold back himself with every ounce of strength left in his body to not go and punch his face.

The man before his eyes who now, even if looked vulnerable and paled, he could care any less. Because he saw you crying, Oikawa saw you all alone depressed with a wall built so high to not let anyone in your life.

And it took him years to climb up and make you love yourself first. Because he could care less about kuroo, especially when he saw you crave for something you couldn't have. Something you yearned so much but had to refrain yourself from trying to reach it.

He knew all too well how it felt to not feel the warmth and touch of the person someonr loved, when he was being friends with the most beautiful girl that he has ever seen and.

And he couldn't do anything about but just watch from afar— yearning for someone else just like you did. Maybe to some extent he can relate to kizumi— maybe to some extent he wanted to take you away from everyone else even if it meant he was selfish. So being friends with the person you loved was never easy. Especially not when it was being friends with the girl he fell harder for than the time he injured his knee no— than the time iwaizumi punched him in the stomach and pushed him into the pool.

“y/n- what—” the golden pair of eyes widened due to shock.

“kuroo you need to leave” you interrupted, your facial expression was crumbling slowly but your voice came out stern. No, you didn't want him to find out. Never, not like this atleast. He doesn't deserve to know. Or maybe he did? But you waited for him. Longer than the time he was supposed to have. He deserved to have.

"But y/n" that almost came out as a cry, pleading voice which sounds alike to the voice mails you sent him that day.

"Please" You begged looking at him, oikawa's hand gripping yours tightly, you were sure there would be a mark left but you couldn't be more grateful that he lets you talk, he supported you silently— the same way you wanted kuroo to when you stood alone in front of your parents. The thoughts of that day gives you shudder of the pain you suffered.

He sighed heavily, you looked so hurt and even if it has been over six years now, he could read your eyes just like the day he did first time when he met you at the grocery store for the first time. He remembered you looked so tired and the puffiness and red eyes was more than enough for him to guess you were crying. He didn't want a beautiful girl like you to be sad all by themselves, he remembers at that time even if you looked messy, he thought you were the prettiest girl he has ever seen in his entire 17 years of existence.

Kuroo also thinks back where it all wrong? that would he have been through less of a heartbreak, if he didn't cheer you up that day? Kuroo also thinks where he went wrong that the love his life leaves town, no— country suddenly without ever meeting him. Cause he knows he might have been the person who hurted you the most but he also knows nobody can love you like he did. So he smiles softly, looking into your anxious hurt eyes and back to the doe eyed boy who was looking at him intently too. Probably wondering why his mommy doesn't like the strange haired uncle. A sad chuckle escaping his mouth as he noticed the cute frown on kid's face, the frown seems similar to the one he saw on the old album of his childhood.

A knot continues to twist in his stomach as he left with a uncertainly feeling, heart clenched with tight lump on his throat barely helping him to breath. Guess the ring in his pocket wasn't going to be warm around someone's finger anytime soon. Guess the ring will stay again cold like it did for six heartbroken years.

"Goodmorning Mr l/n—"

"I don't want imbecile people like you knocking at my door. Leave before I call the cops" startled would have been a underestimated word to describe how shocked kuroo was by the sudden outburst. He knew your parents weren't fond of him but they never behaved disrespectful towards him.

"I don't understand what you meant" he asked shakily, watching the furious man infront of him take a deep sigh. "Where is y/n?" Kuroo still further continued

The older man quirked his brow at that, confusion dancing over his eyes a bit before the emotionaless facade doomed on his face again. "Doesn't she lives with you?" He asked nonchalantly, gritted teeth and squinted eyes as he turned to face kuroo better "and I could care less about that disgrace. She left yesterday evening only" with that the door was slammed on his face.

Yesterday evening? The hell did he mean. Kuroo's mind raced, it was raining and cold as heck yesterday and you weren't home. Did you get a cab atleast? You must be at your friend's right or called kenma. No he will call you once he reaches home.

Anxiousness bubbled in his stomach, he wanted to call you— and pick you up. He knows standing you up wasn't a option yesterday at all. But he was stuck at the shop, when the rain started, coincidentally his phone was dead that he couldn't even inform you that he will be unable to get to the dinner or unable to pick you up. He was going to surprise you. He was going to kneel down infront of you, infront of your parents and make you his for forever. Till death- no— till his soul diminishes into nothing he wanted to stay with you.

Since you were upset over him, he couldn't even get to start his plan— heck, all the while he was on his trip all he could think about is your lips against his, your soft fingers held tightly between his, your eyes locking with him accidentally and suddenly it was turning into a staring competition that he let's you win.

He has been thinking over it for months now, you were a year less than him in the university, meaning the job which is offered to him by the Japanese volleyball association can make him transfer to other side of Japan and you couldn't leave ofcourse. The hell he doesn't trust those college admirers of yours who he had been scaring off secretly with the help of bulky bokuto.

So that's why he bought the sapphire ring yesterday with all the savings he made over the years of university, kizumi was just supposed to help him choose a nice affordable shop, her getting hurt in the process and breaking his phone was not in the plan and neither was her friend shooting the video—

Nature was also playing a dirty trick on him after the vist to the clinic huh? He was held back my kizumi and her friend, they said it dangerous to go outside just yet and you will be alright in your parents classy house, they cared for you enough to not let you go home alone in that bad of weather right ?

Wrong.

He was now loosing his mind, after reckless driving to both of your shared apartment. The door was locked from outside meaning you didn't come home, he already called your friend's phone to ask them were you still living in their house? The answer was no. He texted every friend of yours in the city that he knew— but the same answer kept coming back. No one has heard from you.

He quickly opened the apartment door, hastily searching for any sign of you in the rooms but even the smell of sweetness of yours wasn't there. Its just like he left yesterday noon, shirts scattered over the bed which he piled up in bed while trying to find the black shirt you gifted him after getting your first pay.

Just to add every piece of thing to the day that made him love you more, the roses he forgot to take before living now were staled over the dinning table.

"Kuroo?"

His head immediately turned back, hoping to meet your beautiful face, a small twinkle of hope in his eyes that you were okay. That were still there with him. Still with him.

But he was rather met with a familiar slender pair of eyes, neat and clean hair as always the girl had— they were nothing like the messy hair your have in the morning which makes you look more cuter he thinks. Unlike you who hated them.

But it was tiny litte messy things you did kuroo liked, like the way you try to fix his hair which somehow ends up the same, the way you try to pack him a healthy lunch whenever you don't have morning class— though if he was honest it wasn't the best presentable bento but it tasted so good, and the small cupcake made up for the messiness. Right? You always told him that when he teased you about your bentos.

"Are you okay? You look pale" two pair of heels clicked inside the room, the sound echoing as slim fingers with trimmed nails held his arms tightly.

He didn't like her too sweet scent, it was almost like sourness hidden in the sweet smell which made him wanna gag. His facial expression changing to a irritated one as his hands tried to untangle himself from the girl infront of him.

"m'fine" he moved back a little, eyes not meeting hers, he has been avoiding any close contact with kizumi since the trip of his last semester because you didn't like it and what if you walked in right now and saw him in that girl's arms. He doesn't wanna make you feel bad or not good enough about yourself. Again.

"No you are not" the cold manicured hands cupped his face, making them look into the green eyes of hers, quite similar to the snakes he heard who were fake. She inched closer, her breath fanning over his lips. Kuroo was uncomfortable— no he didn't like this, sweats forming on his palm, he could feel the pressure on his blood increasing. He was sick of kizumi's touches.

"kizumi for God sake! Can you please stop touching me" a loud yell, followed with a silent and a shocked paired of eyes. Mouth agape as the woman's body filled with shame.

Kuroo meeting the vulnerable and defeated eyes of the fair girl reminded him of yours. Did he hurt another person again? A friend who was always beside him when he needed. Shit he regretted yelling. He could have asked for space instead.

"I-" he paused, his hands gripping his hair frustratedly. "Kizumi I am sorry I didn't mean that" his voice cracked, body weight dropping, slowly kneeling on the floor.

"It's just I am worried sick about y/n. She didn't— she didn't come home or neither is at any of her friend's house"

The figure infront of him knelt down too, hesitant hands now trying to wrap around the black haired male to give him a hug, to feel his warmth.

"I am sure she is fine— maybe she stopped at a hotel or took a cab?"

"I heard the voice messages"

He looked up at the ceiling, his eyes looked teary but still dry like his life has been sucked out of him.

"What?" the firm spoken girl inquired, shifting a little.

Shaky hands moving into his jacket pocket, as he took out his phone. Typing in your birthday date to unlock his phone, a chat popped up on the screen, he pushed the phone in the hands of the green eyed girl, kuroo could have bet he saw kizumi's eyes twinkle for a moment after reading the last message before the 'this user has blocked you' was shining on the screen.

I am sorry I don't think I can do this anymore. Goodbye I love you.

Dm me for the ending :)

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“omi! Psst!” you whispered to the curly haired man walking beside you, he looked perfect as always, wrinkle free shirt with with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the outline of the veins on his arms visible for the other girls to drool over.

no you didn't like that, at all. as the one quote you always like to follow ‘ be petty and don't forgive’, which you probably made up on the spot as your eyebrows furrowed focusing on kiyoomi’s arm.

only you are the one who can drool over omi's hot arms not some random female version of Miya. “it's cold isn't it” you mumbled to him, shooting other girls few glares here and there “omi do you want me to get you my jacket”

“y/n” he softly mumbled your name from behind his mask, as you continued to look back and fumble some incoherent words to those hyenas who you know all too well wore those short skirt to impress someone, your someone. “it's a summer noon” he turned you around to face him as you both came to the empty space near the stairs.

finally somewhere not crowded. You opened your mouth to give a really non convincing excuse such as ‘how people are getting malaria due to not covering themselves up in summer’ but he interrupted. He should be glad he is too pretty that you let him interrupt you.

“and your jacket won't fit me”

“does that mean if it did fit you would have worn it” you asked him with sparkly eyes, and a smirk on your lips as you wiggled your brows. A little pinkish tone over both the teenagers cheeks as the taller one shook his head.

“stupid” he flicked your temple as a wince escaped your mouth, hands rubbing aggressively at the spot he hit you, as continued to tell him a series of ‘fuck you's’, they were mumbled respectfully ofcourse and you may have meant the statement literally too. You rolled your eyes leaving him to stand there.

a small smile formed on the later's lips watching you walk away from him, frowning and growling to yourself as he saw your steps halter after going few steps down the stairs, stopping for him to catch up to you. sakusa kiyoomi won't never ever admit it ever but maybe he thinks you are adorable when you looked annoyed.

He stomped swiftly towards you, as the tall frame stood beside you immediately. perks of having long legs. “bruh what's this” you pointed at the sign which was placed before the second half set of the staircase.

“I knew you were dumb but didn't realise you couldn't read” he slightly pulled down his mask looking at the sign then looking back at you. His lips formed into a small smirk. God he looks so hot doing that.

“I CAN READ” you shot him a glare as he smirked at you taking out your glasses from you left pocket. glasses made you kind of cute. another thing which he won't probably admit.

“slippery floor with paint ahead, step down cautiously” you repeated reading the red statement in bold letters, moving your eyes to the stairs below, only a little portion of it was dry other was still soaking due to greased paint they used. You tighten your lips, that explains the long line infront of the elevator.

You looked back at kiyoomi he looked exasperated that his shoes might get dirty his lips formed in a frown as he grumbled. “let's just use the stairs I am not gonna gets squished between those sweaty highschoolers in the elevators” he side-eyed you, mumbling while he stepped on the edge of stairs, his back hitting against the railing. Looking through his long lashes back to you.

You huffed stepping forward, the space left between the grease painted stairs and rails was not even enough to keep your foot sideways. Balancing yourself, you started to slowly step down, half body kind of hanging off the edges. Hands hesitantely trying to grab the pale ones infront of you.

Even being the only friend of sakusa, except komori in his class, you knew your boundaries and his limits. And being the most messiest person he ever acknowledged, you were pretty sure he wouldn't want to have much physical contact with you. but still in a not so difficult situation you ached to take the support of his hand as they moved little by little away from you.

but what made you look up at the itachiyama's ace with wide eyes, and what made you feel like the time has stopped as heat started to crawl up your neck and spread your cheeks was when the colder hands met against the warm palm of yours, grabbing them tightly. “stupid” he commented as he supported you getting off the stairs, his face avoiding yours trying to suppress the feeling of heat burning his cheeks.

“that's like the eleventh time you called me stupid today” you muttered off, patting the dust off your uniform. Hands taking out the gummy bears packet out of your skirt pocket, they look squished which made sakusa scrunch up his nose.

“Cause you act like one” He rolled his eyes starting to walk again towards the next floor, maybe hopping this part of the stair was also greasy so he can hold your hands again. which is very unlike him.

“I have a feeling you saved my contact as stupid” you followed him, hands behind your back, mouth chewing the squished candy while leaning to look at his face properly.

“no it's 'a piece of trash' ” he muttered grinning a little under his black mask, observing your startled expression with squinted eyes. though the name ended with small '<3' on his phone, but he wasn't gonna reveal that.

placing a slap on his arms playfully, you scrunched up your face “wasn't it atsumu's name in your contact” you asked feeling offended, maybe you were petty and messy sometimes but definitely not a piece of trash.

“actually for him it's 'a piece of shit'” he wondered back to the piss blond's contact who once was successful to change his contact name as 'the most handsome guy I know', on sakusa’s phone. but when omi's mom saw the terrifying nickname and questioned omi of being gay, his contact was changed from simply 'miya atsumu' to 'piece of shit' forever.

Your mouth formed in the shape of ‘o’ as you nodded to yourself remembering his name but still you aren't going to forgive sakusa for keeping your name as piece of trash. “why am I named as that though” you quirked your brow, tugging his shirt backwards a little bit but that didn't buldge him. at all. ugh freaking atheles.

“maybe if you didn't behave like one” the small hidden smile is still tugging on his lips, the poker faced athlete who usually at most has a disgusted and annoyed expression on his face, kind of always smiles around you even if it's secretly. He believes it's like an involuntary reaction but sakusa is smarter than that to know what was this about.

“hey! what's that supposed to mean” you faked a frowned, hands fiddling in your pocket.

“honestly you do behave like a piece of trash. All the time” he stopped you, a serious look doomed over his playful comment that it actually makes you think that maybe sakusa kiyoomi didn't like being your friend. which was kind of true, he didn't like being only friends with you.

“but” he stopped, taking your hands in his palms, his action startling you. your cheeks were getting a little warm. Damn when Sakusa kiyoomi was near you, you didn't need makeup to make you look red. You looked up at his face, his curls falling over his dark black eyes which always had a spark in them even if some people would comment it was dull.

“As i am someone who deeply cares about the environment” he pulled down his mask with his other hand, inching a little closer towards you as he leaned to lower himself to meet your gaze. He was blushing furiously too but not a ounce of nervousness on his face. Who was this sakusa?

“I am obliged to pick you up. Is 6 pm okay with you?”

what in the world just happened— your head was spinning at this point, no not because you could feel his minty breath on your skin or he can feel your strawberry flavored candy no. But did just sakusa kiyoomi ask you out??? With the smoothest and most bizarre pickup line too—

You mouthed a ‘YES’ cause good lord you couldn't speak. He arched his brow, standing straight, but his hands is still in yours. They fit perfectly together. “is that a no?" he teased with a smirk, knowing all too well you said yes. Someone seriously drugged your omi, but boi, oh boi you liked this smooth motherfucker too.

“no what the hell i said yes” you yelled back immediately, okay maybe that made you look a little desperate but who cares he asked you on a date.

He responded with a chuckle, getting back to walking while pulling you with his soft well kept hands to the cafeteria. Two blushing teenagers who looked just like they came out of a shoujo magna lovestruck.

“oh btw y/n I changed your contact” sakusa said looking at you through his lashes, swiftly texting something to his teammate.

“please tell me it's something cute” you chanted from across the table, hands stopped from picking up the burger from your plate.

“it's mosquito” he puts his phone aside, the same fond smile on his face coming back when he sees you scrunch up your face. It's actually ‘my mosquito <3’ but he let the ‘my’ and ‘heart’ be silent.

“why the fuck” you slammed your hand on the table, mouth opening and closing uselessly to say a good comeback but dear you saved him as ‘pretty boy’ but now you regret not saving him as the ‘grumpy dude from my class’.

“next time you drool over my veins you shouldn’t be that obvious, my love” embarrassed that's what you were, no one caughts you SIMPING not even your now new boyfriend. Guess its time to plan how to hide his body.

“I so do not”

“you act like you want to suck my blood through the veins, be for real”

I've got to get away and let you go, I've got to get over

"Duke bakugou" you muttered, clenching your dress tightly. It has been a few months since you have seen him and it will be a lie if that man didn't become more sinfully handsome during that time period.

"Uh— isn't this a interesting sight" he checks you from head to toe for a spilt second, if it was any other person they would have been trembling in fear under his gaze. But it's you, his childhood companion, his first friend, his first love.

Twisting his lips upwards, it was a smirk rather than a smile, he knelt on one of his leg. A familiar sight indeed.

Hands reaching to hold yours gently, so tenderly if someone from the entire kingdom heard that bakugou katsuki, the most powerful duke, the God of war was so gentle with a lady they would have seriously thought it was a terrifying joke that if they laughed at it they will be punished mercilessly.

Soft lips you wish to get familiar with touches the warm bare skin of your hands, a shiver runs down your spine. You wish time could stop like this, him touching you by some means and you reciprocating the affection.

But reality is so cruel, you know it, he knows it. So you just close your eyes, feeling the faint touch of his lips withdrawing from the skin he wants to kiss all over.

"Greetings her highness, the princess consort"

The unfamiliar name on his families lips seems distant, and you don't know if you truly miss the unpleasant nickname he had given after your power developed. He is a true bully you will give him that.

"Seems like you aren't fond of the "witch" title anymore your grace" and you see the flickering facade of being smug and almighty break for a second infront of his subordinates, but he is fast he isn't someone who lays his feelings on sleeve, the poker and anger looming expression returns.

A sharp breath with gritting of teeth, you can see his face controlling his emotions. You did that on purpose, he knows it. Just to reminisce the past a little, just to see that he still cares and worries about you before you give up dreaming about living with him, loving with him. You know that bakugou would burn the whole kingdom for you, but you both know there are certain restrains that even if he could break through, you couldn't.

"Leave" a mumble which came out as a whisper but still yet commanding enough to make anyone shiver in fear, at first you thought he told you to leave, seeing his fierce eyes piercing through your soul, mouth formed into a thin line and not a ounce of emotions. Yeah that's how it should be anyways, bakugou katsuki the tryant duke who shows no emotions for any living thing not even his family. Guess he finally gave up on you— like he should have.

But a loud growl following with a sharp glare at his subordinate makes your thoughts of self doubt come in a halt. Scared, quick footsteps immediately leaving his side without questioning any further.

He gaze turn backs to you, taking in a deep breath without any hesitation of prying eyes he finally takes you in with his eyes, it's liking he Is savoring you in his memory. It's like he knows its the last time he will able to look at you so passionately.

His hands swiftly made into your warm Palms, intertwining them and if it weren't for being in so love with him you would have cared if people watched you, you would have cared that your fiance may have seen you. But you don't, not a bit because doesn't your little heart has torn into pieces deserve this comfort.

But more than that, you like the grip of his fingers against your hands, you don't even notice being dragged out into the garden, you don't even notice the air getting colder just after you move past that glass door because you are so dazed by him, by his hair that matches the rays of blazing sun on a hot summer day.

His steps halts, stopping infront of the railings infronf of the garden's lake and you almost hit his sturdy back but you get back to your senses immediately, you console yourself , being swayed by your emotions isn't a thing you should do just before the day of your wedding.

"Can't we just" his usual rough voice coming out in a soft whisper, leds your ears to perk up, you look up to him, his back facing you as if he doesn't want you to see him being so weak, he doesn't want you realise that he is not able to do anything. And being vulnerable was not something familiar to him and it's all due a promise he made to you.

"Can't we just run away [name]" how many year has it been since he called your name like that, so tender and sweet in a mellow tune that you want him to repeat it till it gets stuck in your head.

"You know, we can't" you sigh heavily, head dropping to look at your feet because you are a coward, you don't want to face him even if you know he is not looking at you. Because you know it's like a knife piercing through his heart and you watch him bleed to death, he is in the brink of sanity and you can feel his grip get tighter around your skin but you do nothing, you can't.

You wonder if his eyes are getting red like you, if he is also holding the salty water behind his orbs and if his breathing is also becoming shallower my each passing second.

"But" he finally turns to face you, his chin trembling but you don't dare to look him into the eye. Because how could you? When you didn't have to go around and be his friend, only support in the rough house he was born inside and then take away that only thing that made him feel like he was human.

How could you? when he returned from the war hoping to embrace you so tight but he finds out that the man he went ahead and fought for, has become the same person you are getting married to now.

His calloused palm cups your cheeks, caressing them sorrowfully and so delicately that one wrong move he feels like you are gonna break. He lifts your face, and you finally look into his eyes. The crimson ones which shine brighter than any jewels in the whole kingdom.

Ah— they look more vibriant red in colour than you, bloodshot eyes and a drop of tear trickling down his burning cheeks, short breath and tight lump in his throat.

"But I love you so" widened eyes, while a sob escapes your lips. Shaky handsmoving immediately trying to wipe his tears away every few seconds, while there isn't a stop to it. It's the first time he said that, it's the first time he cried infront of you. It's truly hopeless at this point. You wish you could turn back time.

You lean your forehead against his chest, moving your hands away from his face, knowing well enough after this, you won't ever be able to hold him.

Because how could you not let him go when you love him so much but yet you bare the child of that man. The unborn child for whom you gave up your pride and love for. The small favor became a living burden when you can see it wrecking his and yours life. Because was the sinful mistake truly worth it?

"Please let me go"

Part of the song fiction prompts! I am doing.

I HAD TO MAKE ONE FAN FICTION WITH A ROYAL AU AFTER READING ALL THE MANHWAS. I AM NOT SURE ABOUT CONTINUTING THIS THO. WE WILL SEE.

Oh. Oh.

━━ ❝ it's sticky, toshi... ❞

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...synopsis : you help ushijima finally realize that he's got a breeding kink

ᯓ ❤₊‧⁺...cw : u. wakatoshi x fem!reader, dirty talk, messy and wet, teasing, marathon sex, pet names, breeding kink, talks of pregnancy, ushijima can't stop cumming

ᯓ ❤₊‧⁺...lunar's note : haikyuu save me, save me ushijima wakatoshi, SAVE ME !! anyways hi i spent 150$ on ushijima merch yesterday and i don't regret it, so say hello to my haikyuu phase coming back !!!

ushijima having a breeding kink isn't a surprise to you at all.

what is surprising is how long it takes for him to figure it out.

sure, at first it wasn't clear, but after being with him for so long, you quickly pick up on whenever he'd mutter in your ear as he slid his stupidly big cock inside of you, saying how badly he wished he could cum inside of you instead in the condom.

afterwards, he's so focused on cleaning you up and making sure you felt good and satisfied, you don't get a chance to question him on it. not that you were complaining, ushijima is so cute when he's asking if you need anything and constantly reminds you to get up and go use the bathroom.

it's even cuter when he realizes you can't walk.

"ah. i'm sorry, i didn't realize how hard i went...here, let me help."

eventually, you to suggest things to ushijima, trying to test out the waters with him.

you start by just asking if he’d want to fuck you without the condom, what he thought about cumming inside, even jokingly saying you’d make him a dad one day.

but it seems like that last part was swimming around his head for a while...he can't get the thought of you getting chubby and round with his kid out of your head. and knowing he'd be able to take care of you all the time? that thought alone made him shiver a little.

what can he say, he loves doting on you more than anything.

however, you aren't expecting the way he reacted weeks after dealing with your teasing and questioning, fueling the thoughts swirling inside his head.

"toshi, if you ever cum inside me, you should set it as your phone background! actually, wait, no, because what if your teammates see it..."

"..."

"mm, maybe a video instead? ooh, yeah, i want a video of you cumming in me then pullin' out so i can see it spill out, toshtosh, would you do that f' me?"

he doesn't reply and doesn't give you a chance to comment again. the visual you painted in his mind just too much for him.

next thing you know, ushi's got you folded in half on the bed, making sure you feel every drag of his stupidly fat cock against your hot gummy walls. he's pulling out to just the tip before slamming back inside you, groaning each time you let out a whimper of his name or squeeze down on him.

"toshi, t-toshi! h-hoohmygod, please, baby, c-calm down, 'm sorry f' teasin', oh my goddd...!"

you're so fucking wet and noisy, he wants to make you be quiet because he feels like your going to make him cum too fast but he'd never ever do it as the thought of not being able to hear you is painful.

he's lost track of time, your cunt making him brainless as he pumps his cock in and out of you as he groans your name, one of his hands pinning your arms to your back while the other presses your head into the pillows.

"s-shhh, honey, let...let me make you feel good, y're so loud..."

it's so fucking messy and sloppy, his cum is dripping out of your tight pussy from how many times he’s emptied his load into you, but he still isn’t stopping, no, he can't. it’s leaking from between your thighs, leaving a milky white sheen on his dick, dripping down onto the bedsheets.

"m-mmh, nooo, toshi, don' wanna be quiet, i-i wan' you to hear how good you make me feel, baby," you purr between moans, knowing that your voice was enough to get him off. the throb of his dick inside of you told you that you were right.

“i...i thought 'bout fucking you like this all day, during practice…that i’d fuck you full of my cum, get it so deep inside you," he mutters with a grunt, moving his hands off you so he could drape himself over your back.

"f-fuck, everyone knew something was off, kageyama kept asking me if-if was okay, how 'm i 'posed to tell him my pretty little honey is waiting at home for me to fill them with my cum?”

with an affirming coo, you manage to tilt your head to the side to look over your shoulder, wanting to see how ushijima is holding up and god, the sight is so sinful.

ushijima's dripping in sweat, his bottom lip swollen and puffy from his teeth digging into it. his fluffy hair is messy and sticking to his damp forehead, and his eyes are shut, squeezing in pleasure when the head of his cock brushed against that sweet spot just right, making your cunt spasm around him.

but his eyes keep opening to see the mess between the both of you. each thrust causes his cum to spill out around him, loud, wet squelches filling the bedroom. and it's only fueling his need to fill you up again, and again, and again, until he can’t anymore.

ushijima can’t stop himself, flipping you over onto your back and folding you into a mating press and, god, he's so fucking happy he did. the way you sob his name, your nails clawing at his back as you cry in pleasure about how much deeper he is now driving him insane.

“t-toshi, cum in me, please, wanna make you a daddy, please.”

“I know, baby, I’ll give you all of it, fuck you full of cum until you can’t take anymore.”

fuck, he’s so loud, he sounds so good. ushi's deep, drawn out groans and pants of your name making you go dizzy, his big hands squeezing your waist tightly each time your hands tug at his hair.

“mm, fuck, that’s right, take all my cum, look at you, so good, can you take more? let...let me cum in you again, baby, you promised you’d make me a daddy, right? i-i need to make sure it sticks.”

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— blue lock! boys reacting to you accidentally confessing to them.

I.e you accidentally text them instead of your friends. maybe a little ooc so bear with it.

blue lock x reader.

Excuse me ma'am, I love your blog sm I think I am gonna die

Don't die on juliet we don't want 😔 to end like in another life

One of these is from the Girlfriend FC community. I hope Granny, you remember:

Okay, this batch is a bit freaky.

hihihi babes !! i'm an infp too, we should be moots ;p

We ABSOLUTELY SHOULDD

“that escalated quickly”

Suna rintarou x fem!reader

Synopsis : you ask your childhood friend to show his pp due to a certain encounter.

cw : —smut, oral [f.receiving], cervix bruising, slight breeding kink, unprotected sex, fingering, degradation + praising [names called —pretty whore, doll], masochism, sadism, dacryphilia [suna likes seeing you cry], mean¡dom suna.

Note : you don't have to read the series to read the smut, stay horny friends. mdni.

↳ part : 1, ↳ part : 2, ↳ part : 3

“oh what's this?” then corner of his lips curled up, a sinister smirk and you know you got yourself tangled in a spider web, there is no backing out. “don't get shy on me now y/n, eyes on me”

Listen, it would have been really easy to keep your eyes on him but not like this

you are panting, you can't focus like this, he is so mean, suna's hand were gripped around your thighs so tightly that you know their will be marks left, both over his shoulder.

his pointy tongue has been making small circles around your bud, painfully lazily, painfully slowly. while his fingers? They held a ruthless pace, the long pale ones which were hitting you right on your gspot.

Your breaths are so shallow, with each and every strike against your gspot, with stripe of his long tongue against your perky clit, you feel the bliss, you will cum like this, your head is thrown back.

A little more push and you will be over, your eyes keep clenching due to jolts of pleasure everytime his finger moves a bit higher, and the most lustful things was how his eyes were directly observing every expression of your face.

a fox? Yeah they were smart and sneaky but suna, he isn't a fox he is a snake, his slanted eyes never leaves your face, you can see how his tongue flattens over your clit and how his lips wraps around your already swollen bud, to suck even more harshly.

he is enjoying your pain and pleasure, he is enjoying how tears were brimming in your eyes just to follow his words, he is enjoying how flustered you look every time you are about to let the knot in your stomach go, but just as it about to happen

he removes his hands, he removes his tongue and replaces your heat with a smile on his lips, a grin, a evil one.

“fuck— stop being a bitch” you stutter out, and you know shouldn't have said that when he is in control but he wouldn't mind that right he is your friend for year— his tongue is poking his cheek at your words, it seems so dangerous.

“a bitch you say?” he undoes his sweats and finally after the cruel hours of you imaging it, over and over again your eyes lands on his dick, oozing with a little precum, it looks a little bigger than last time, a little harder maybe.

“weren't you the one who was acting like a bitch in heat, all this while begging me to fuck you over” he scoffs, raising his eyebrows when you shudder hearing his words.

“don't tell me being humiliated gets you off” his hands pulls you abruptly closer by your thighs, to the edge of the bed, his lips twisted and amused, so close, a little more and you will be rubbing against him.

suna smells like being high in summer afternoon, intoxicating and mind enfulging, his one hand rests on your waist, closer to your mounds. he bents a little lower and you don't mean to whine but you do, he rubs his member on your core forming slow little shapes. “let's play a guessing game, we guess what turns us on, I will go first”

He slips in without a warning, you have imagined it more than you would like to admit but nothing could prepare you to hold his length, he isn't halfway through and you are filled, you moan loud enough that you know if you anyone was in the hallways they could hear you.

suna is not one to make noise in bed, but he can't help but curse at how tight you were, yeah maybe he was a little to big for you but that doesn't mean he wouldn't make you fit for him.

“you are a masochist” he slams in again and you scream, the stretch is too much for you, the pain is greater par with the pleasure but that doesn't make suna stop, so cute crying like that— who would have thought he could fuck his neighbors daughter so well, the one who trusted him to take care of you? Is now fucking you like you are his own personal doll.

He asks for your assumption, but your are blabbing mess the only thing you could do was moan more loudly as his pace started to increase, he is hitting your cervix already—

“moans? you got this right, pretty moans from a pretty whore” he hovers over you, leaning in right below your neck, his teeth sinks on your mound, away from your nipples but enough to make whine.

His hands move to grip you by your neck, veins popping out as he tightens it and your cloudy mind comes to a halt, he grunts feeling you clench down on him as he grips your neck more tightly, breaths shallow for you that your face becomes red, you feel like you will pass out

“choking” he seems proud, eyes intently watching your fucked out face. The tears that were threatening to come out of your eyes, once he moves faster, the water break loose and tears glides down your cheek. His hits were accurate, how could be so fast and not sloppy.

“aww are you crying?” he smirks, leaning in, mere inches away from your face, his hands that were wrapped around your neck finally let's you breath and grips your jaw, you were expecting a kiss, a slower pace when he inched more closer but he licked, he licked your tears away that escaped your eyes.

“guess your tears turn me on too” and you don't mean to shudder or clench around him at his words, but he feels the clench around his pulsating member ramming your heat, it's so hot— you like this under him, you feel friction against your walls, the knot in your stomach hanging just to let it go.

His pelvis keeps rubbing your clit, the accurate sharp hitting of his dick against your cervix leaves a burning sensation, it's bruised definitely, the muscle on his inside you keeps getting hard with each rub against your gspot, you will cum, you will cum.

“cumming” you manage to mumble out, your back is arched, and as you feel the rush pooling out of with the little rub against your clit his finger pressed on, your toe curls and you gush out against his member.

His pace gets a little sloppy as he feels your walls tightening more, his head thrown back as a small mewl of your names leaves his lips. That is gonna be painted in your mind forever.

But instead of him slowing down or rushing his escape that he feels around him, the warm hot hole which keeps squeezing him, his thumb moves to your perky nub and rubs, he lowers his face putting your nipple between in his teeth only to press down on it roughly.

“no, no too much ahh—” you moan out, slurring between your words. he sucks on your nipples more harshly, rolling the tip with his tongue, suna is clouded with being in you— the pleasure and satisfaction after having you after days and days of wet dreams

The warmth is finally satisfying, it finally feels complete and each thrust even if he pretends to be control, he is loosing it, he is loosing himself in you— fuck it,

you look so pretty under him shivering, like you are just a mess and only have him to guide you out, he crossed the friends line and if that means he gets to see such a pretty view under him, he will do it all over again.

Faster and sloppiler pace as he watches your eyes roll back due to the overstimulation all over again, he gets ready to move out and cum on your stomach but, the small mewl when you say 'inside' had his hips rolling in a new angle.

He grips your thigh, putting it over his shoulder, his thoughts stuck in his throat before it could finally reach his conscience, with another accurate push against your gspot, with another harsh hit on your cervix and with another clench by you, he paints your walls white.

Hot spurts of seed shooting inside you, the warmth alone makes you cum again with the overstimulation of your little nub, he places a sloppy kiss on your lips before pulling out.

Collapsing on the sheet beside you, you huff out— letting your breath catch, the fast orgasm still has your mind fuzzy.

You turn to look at suna, not as wrecked or visibly exhausted like you but he is panting, the hair is sticking to his forehead and his eyes are closed, the sweat is making his skin glow, he looks so hot. Did you just fuck this guy?

“hey,” you mumble, your voice comes off as a feeble sound, your throat was too strained due to the screaming, “I am on birth control so don't worry”

Suna turns to look directly into your eyes, his lips are twisted upwards, a mischievous one “that didn't bother me, you knocked up and swollen cause of me? Hot”

You almost choke yourself at his remark, and you wonder if the red bruises on your skin he left was more pigmented than your cheeks.

“one more round?”

“YOU DID WHAT?” the professor sighs once again, is yelling in his class a daily occurrence now? Atleast nobody cursed this time, he looks at the back of the glass from where the sound came and, ah yes it's the oh so familiar blond head and along with the girl who curses, again.

he takes his glasses off. “out now”

Yuuji terushima is still in shock, no he saw a mere inch of that hickey and wondered for a whole minute, did a whole fucking octopus attacked you with his suckling tentacles.

“y/n you can't walk properly, you are stumbling”

“I know” you whisper loudly, trying to keep your pace up to walk like a normal human being, the cramps in your thighs are still there. It's like you a bulldozer was drilled inside you.

But you would pay anything, anything to feel the ecstasy of his tongue rubbing softly against you. Anything to be held by his gruff hands, anything to feel him inside you.

and anything to feel the smell of his summer like hair, minty cologne he uses which was mixed a bit with the scent of cigar.

“I need details, babe” terushima yuuji stops you, clicking his tongue, a isolated place to talk about your sex life. It may sound creepy but he is your bestfriend he deserves to know. “hush, not now bitch” you roll your eyes, like what if someone hears about how suna plunged his fingers inside you, no no not safe.

“fine, then I won't tell you about atsumu's new girl” he has a smug smile, but you roll your eyes, placing your hands over your chest. “as if I care”

“oh, you will” he sounds so assure, quickly fumbling to take his phone out, he unlocks it, opening up his instagram. “its suna's ex” huh.

“knew tsumu was a scumbag, how could he fuck his bestfriend's ex” you spat out, taking the phone from his hand, you don't really care about which suna's ex this was, non insignificant. but she looks pretty.

“says the one who fucked their ex's bestfriend, and suna also did the same you know” you scoff, mumbling to reason how you were the hot ex of miya and suna was the hot bestfriend— its different with hot people apparently.

“we are not talking about this again, we are adults we can fuck whoever you want”

“but you said he was a scumbag first for doing that”

“you are supposed take my side”

“suna, tsumu went out with that half korean girl last saturday” Osamu, puts the drink for his friend on the kitchen counter, its his brother he is bitching about he knows, he is a douchebag he will agree.

but he doesn't want that bastard to have a black eye so if that means he has to apologize for him, he will do it.

“oh yeah?” suna puts his phone on the desk, eyes still lingering on the typing sign on his screen, he is least bothered, he is chewing his lips in anctipation for your message to pop up.

“can't believe he is going for your ex” Osamu sighs, waiting for a reaction but he notices as his lips are turned a bit upwards when the ding of notification pops on his screen.

“that doesn't bother you?” suna finally looks up after typing out something, nonchalant expression as he slips his phone into his jacket.

“can't really blame him while I am making his ex's heartbeat faster too” that leaves osamu dumbfounded, which ex— atsumu had tons of flings and relationship so if suna was going out one his girlfriend it wouldn't bother him. right?

“which one?” he raises his eyebrow taking a chuck of his drink, the cold liquid leaves a burn in his throat.

“y/n” Osamu chokes, spits the drink almost out, Oh that will bother atsumu miya real well.

“for real?” he stares at suna, slurring between his word, a simple nod confirms the deal, suna isn't one to joke around with stuff like this.

“never knew you were the gentleman cheesy type, making her heartbeat faster and stuff” he scoffs, sipping his drink once again.

“oh” suna pauses, a smirk tugging on his lips, as his tongue pokes the inside of his check. “the other heartbeat, down south”

que to osamu choking again

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