After You’re Both Finished With Dinner, He Picks You Up And Carries You Off To Your Bedroom. He Sets

“i don’t know, sato-kun. this might be a bad idea.”

the red head chuckled on the other line, “you’re already there y/n-chan, you can do this” you groan. you were standing on the entrance of the huge stadium where the Adlers were playing. “what if he doesn’-”

“just trust me y/n-chan, now go, don’t keep our wakatoshi waiting.” tendou bid you a good luck and reminded you to call him when the plan was done. “wai-“ beep. ugh. 

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this made my brain go brrr

bokuto has rock hard abs that he asks u to ride at some point in his life

HELPPP 😭 they kept getting worse and worse

DUMB THINGS THE HAIKYUU BOYS DO DURING SEX

genre. nsfw / crack

warnings. mentions sex, sex stuff, kinks such as spitting, food play, rope play and spit kink

➞ DAICHI This mf always tries to bend you like a pretzel when you are NOT flexible at all. He does it so much that once, he accidentally dislocated your hip and took the phrase, “I’m gonna make sure you don’t walk for a week,” to a whole new level </3

➞ SUGAWARA Suga always tries to make you queef. Yes, you read that correctly, he thinks is hilarious when you ‘fart’ and will not stop until you yell at him

➞ ASAHI Asahi cannot fuck you on his bed. He’ll do it on the floor, on the couch, in the shower, but NOT his bed. He claims it’s because he used to put his stuffed bear Mr. Wiggles on the same pillow your face is buried in and it just doesn’t ‘feel right.’ Ok Asahi

➞ NISHINOYA Noya always tries to crack jokes with you...while you’re in the MIDDLE of trying to ride him. He’ll deadass stare at you and be like, “Why did the chicken cross the road?” LIKE- NOYA PLS NOT NOW

➞ TANAKA Tanka literally has the worst sex playlist. It’s literally just a combination of random songs thrown together, and one time he was in the middle of hitting it from the back when Little Einstein’s remix started blasting through the speakers. Safe to say, that was your breaking point

➞ YAMAGUCHI For some reason, Yams always tries to hold in moans. Like...he thinks they’re embarrassing- but it’s nowhere near as embarrassing as the noises he makes when he runs out of breath and starts choking on air

➞ USHIJIMA Just lays there. No seriously, if you’re riding Ushijima he literally just stays still, no moaning or anything. It’s so awkward when you try to dirty talk and he nods up at you, saying nothing. You look down at he’s just staring at you like 👁_👁

➞ TENDOU has always begged you to let him bring food into the bedroom. The one time you did though, the mf got hungry halfway through and left you on the bed pussy ass naked

➞ KUROO dropped the damn soap while you guys were having shower sex. Yep, you know what that means. Y’all were slipping and sliding all over the place and Kuroo fell out and took the half the damn shower curtain with him

➞ KENMA always looks so bored whenever you guys are having sex. It got to the point where you straight up asked if he’d rather be doing anything else, and he deadass said, “Yeah. Can you go get my switch?”

➞ BOKUTO almost died once cause he wouldn’t come up for air while he was eating you out. You literally had to stop him cause he was turning red in the face and you didn’t want him to pass out on your pussy

➞ AKAASHI gets so serious and always uses the technical terms for stuff. You try not to, but once you couldn’t help but to burst out laughing when he told you, “Y/N, I’m gonna ejaculate!” Right as he was about to cum

➞ SUNA You thought it was weird one day when Suna told you he wanted to be blind folded and tied up. But whatever, it was something new so you willing to do it. Well, come to find out, he only wanted you to so that he could sleep and have an excuse not to move/so you couldn’t see him 😭😩

➞ ATSUMU Atsumu told you one day that he wanted you to spit in his mouth, not knowing that you had Salsa and chips earlier that day. So when you did, he literally cringed and said, “Why is it spicy?” like in that one meme

➞ OSAMU Thought it’d be fun to have sex on the stove, NOT REALIZING THAT HE HAD TURNED IT ON EARLIER TO COOK DINNER. Safe to say, your ass cheek now has burn a mark in the shape of a stove burner AND you both had to wait in the hospital hungry asf

tagging: @heyheyitsnaenae @matsusimp

mattsun x makki x reader; kissing lessons

a/n: this has been in my drafts for so long, figured might as well post it haha. idk it was funny to write bc i love matsuhana & want to be besties with them so badly

“Dude, she was bawling and I only put the tip in!” Mattsun and Makki were currently exchanging stories from their oh so impressive sex lives.

“No..fucking way.” Makki’s mouth hung agape.

“Told her she could just suck my dick instead, but guess what sh...” Mattsun continued to indulge him, but you stopped listening.

You were always honored to witness the enlightening conversation that took place every time you hung out. Note the sarcasm. The only difference was, the conversations always centered around a new hookup.

You released a long and loud groan that caught their attention when you couldn’t block them out.

“You guys never shut up, do you?” You facepalmed. Their attention now shifted over to you.

“Hey, princess,” Mattsun started, “don’t get jealous we actually get action.” He slapped Makki’s chest and prompted the laughing.

You turned your head, shooting a sharp glare in their direction.

“I get action.” You barked. 

The two boys sarcastically nodded at your statement.

“Makki,” Mattsun eyed your shared best friend.

“Yeah, Mattsun?” Makki gleamed.

“Remind me the last time Y/N got some action.”

The peach-haired boy hummed for what felt like forever, running circles over his chin, pretending to think before he came to a sudden pause.

“Ahh.” Makki finally spoke. “Remember that boyfriend of hers in junior high?” He reminded him.

“Junior high!” Mattsun exclaimed at you, slapping a hand down on Makki’s shoulder. You only rolled your eyes.

“Does that even count though? They broke up after like two days.”

“Humor us, Y/N,” Your smug brute of a best friend smirked, “why did you break up after only two days?” You wanted to bite off the two digits Mattsun held in front of his face. The elbow he had on the kitchen island propped up his hand which held the weight of his big ol’ head. He was so amused, completely enjoying tormenting you.

“It’s really none of your business.” You spat. You couldn’t even call him an ex. Your body cringed at the memory of the breakup text you received from him. You weren’t bothered by his form of communication as much as you were the reason he decided to dump you after two days.

You heard Mattsun’s “Oooo” and that only meant he was going to provoke you.

“What? Did he hate the way you’d profusely sweat while holding his hand?”

You rolled your eyes even harder at him if that was possible.

“Or did he find out you were the worst kisser ever?”

Your body tensed up at those last set of words. And to your luck, it didn’t go unnoticed by thing 1 and thing 2. They also took notice of the way your hands tightened around the pillow you were holding.

“No...” Mattsun started,

“Way.” Makki finished. They looked between each other, then at you.

“W-what?” You stuttered, trying to register what they were thinking.

Only they didn’t answer you. Your two best friends only howled and broke into loud fits of laughter. You couldn’t believe you had given yourself away that easily. Stupid stupid body. Screw you, sympathetic nervous system!

You began to protest, mentioning that you were young and inexperienced, but your voice was overshadowed by the boisterous laughing. You huffed and dramatically crossed your arms and waited for them to be done laughing at your trauma. Could you even call it that? Yes, yes you could.

“Y/N probably kissed him like this.” Mattsun stuck out his tongue and messily emphasized the actions of what looked like a makeout. You turned your gaze to your second best friend.

“Maakkiii, please make him stop, puh-leaze!.” You begged him with your eyes.

Makki tried to stifle a laugh, but it was very apparent he himself was struggling very much. “Mattsun, knock it off.” He said in between laughs. Except Mattsun only continued, pretending to grope the air now. Makki’s laughter only boiled over. So much for his help.

You aggressively threw your head back into the couch, drowning your face into the pillow you held. You groaned into it. They were never going to let you live this down. Why didn’t you think to come up with a good lie, at the very least?

You were so busy groaning and scolding yourself that you hadn’t noticed Mattsun and Makki move from their spot in the kitchen until you felt the pillow on your face slowly being uncovered. You were greeted by a wide grinning Mattsun who sat to your right side. Makki sat on the other. They seemed to have collected themselves for the time being.

“Okay, I’m done.” Mattsun raised his hands in defeat. Makki nodded to confirm it was, indeed, true. You huffed air from your chest.

“We’re sure you’re a lot better now, Y/N.” Makki reassured you. And you were sure he’d be right--that’s if you hadn’t taken a vow to never kiss a guy after the day your little heart was shattered. You took your bottom lip between your teeth and chewed.

“Uh oh, Makki. Y/N’s doing that thing.” Mattsun glanced over at Makki. He shook his head disapprovingly.

“Y/N,” Makki spoke, “you only do that when you’re hiding something or when you’ve been caught red-handed. So which is it?”

“What? That’s so not tru—” You noticed the shared expression on their faces. It was one that called your bluff. “Okay, fine! I...never kissed anyone after him.” You softly whispered, eyes focused on your lap.

You heard a groan escape from Mattsun’s lips.

“Our sweet sweet innocent little Y/N. You know you could’ve just asked us for help.” He dragged a finger under your chin. You glanced up at him then at Makki.

“Yeah, we totally would’ve.”

“But y’know, It’s not too late to ask.” Mattsun spoke slowly. You glanced between him and Makki to make sure they weren’t pulling some joke on you. There was no sign of mischief.

“B-but we’re friends.” You brought to their attention. Makki only chuckled.

“And aren’t we supposed to help a friend in need?”

You hesitated but silently nodded.

“So go on, ask us.” Mattsun smirked. He couldn’t be serious...if his idea of helping was humiliation then he’s got it down. You glanced at Makki for aid, but he only mirrored Mattsun. Wow, he truly was no help today. You decided to swallow your pride.

“Could you guys,” You closed your eyes to block out their annoyingly eager expressions, “please help me?”

“How so?” Mattsun further asked. You shot your eyes open.

“MATSUKAWA ISSEI, I AM NOT GOING TO FORMALLY ASK YOU TO GIVE ME KISSING LESSONS!” You almost bit his head off. You heard Makki laughing to your left.

“I’m only teasing you, didn’t hafta pull out the full name, mom. So much for no formality.” Mattsun chuckled.

“Well, now that that’s that,” Makki clapped his hands. “how should we do this?” You had no idea, but were relieved when they began to talk amongst themselves, almost like you weren’t even there.

“Since I’m pretty well versed in this field, if I do say so myself, I think it’s only right I teach her first.” Mattsun declared.

You rolled your eyes. “We get it, Mattsun, you’re quite the bachelor.” It was Makki’s turn to chuckle.

“Well, go on, babe.” A chill ran down your spine at the new pet name Makki granted you. You felt Mattsun’s finger back under your chin. This time, he was closing the distance between your faces. He halted when your lips were only a centimeter apart.

“I’ll lead, you follow.” He whispered. You only hummed in affirmation, too flustered to say anything. Mattsun personally admired the nervousness that was written all over your face. It boosted his ego knowing it made you this uneasy to be so close to him.

You felt your breath hitch when Mattsun closed the gap between you. His lips claimed yours with warmth. You hummed into it. Mattsun softly gripped your chin, cueing you to part your lips as he had. That you did. You felt his teeth lightly bite at your bottom lip. “Pucker your lips a bit in between.” He advised you. His breath felt warm against your face. “Don’t think too much about it.” You did as he told you, matching his movements.

After a couple more times, it didn’t seem too bad. It was basically like a lip massage. You even felt your eyes flutter in pleasure. Were you supposed to like it this much, or was Mattsun really just good at this? Regardless, you didn’t care. You felt his warm hand cup your cheek, drawing you closer. You felt yourself ease up against it. 

You suddenly felt Mattsun’s teeth graze your lips. You shot your eyes open in confusion. He swiped his tongue across your lip before pulling away with a smirk.

“Not as bad as I thought. Maybe I’m just that good of a teacher.” Mattsun hyped himself. You only rolled your eyes but didn’t say anything. “Only thing, make sure to show some more lovin’. Use your hands Y/N. We don’t bite that hard.” He winked.

“I think I might throw up.” You pretended to stick a finger down your throat.

“Glad you didn’t do it before. Now, go show Makki how well I taught you.” Mattsun ushered you to Makki who seemed to be breaking out of a trance.

“Y-yeah, that didn’t look bad at all.” He complimented, raising a thumb at you both. You sheepishly smiled, drawing your body closer to his. You felt slightly more confident after their feedback.

Facing Makki, you didn’t hesitate when you took possession of his lips. And he wasn’t shy in wrapping his hand around your waist, drawing your body even closer than you already began with. He had a passionate but eager way of caressing your lips with his. It had you wanting more and before you knew it, your hands were roaming his hair, pulling his head closer. You didn’t know what compelled you, but your tongue possessed a mind of its own, finding its way into Makki’s mouth. You could feel him smirk against your lips. His tongue claimed dominance in your mouth, pulling a mewl from you.

“M-more, Makki.” You sounded breathless. He fulfilled your wishes by reconnecting your lips. You explored his mouth, running your tongue under his, inside his walls, and reaching the roof of his mouth. You felt your throat grow tighter for some reason and as if on cue, Mattsun took it upon himself to separate you and Makki.

“Sheeesh Y/N, Makki’s not going anywhere, relax.” Mattsun laughed at your eagerness. “That was a whole makeout sesh!” You turned away from Makki to take a couple deep breaths. You didn’t know if your face was heating up from the lack of oxygen, or Mattsun’s words. All the while, you threw a pillow at his face—which he dodged. You cursed years of volleyball for his quick reaction. You seriously had no idea what took over you.

“Sorry, Makki.” You mumbled, refusing to look at him.

“Don’t you mean “m-more Makki?”” Mattsun had the smuggest grin on his face. He was so impressed with himself.

If looks could kill, Mattsun would be six feet under.

You sharply rose from your seat.

“I’m going home, I’m going home, and it’s all thanks to Matsukawa!” You announced distastefully.

“It’s cool, Y/N, that was actually pretty fun.” Makki chuckled, and it only made your face heat up all over again.

“And it’s unfair for you to leave before I get my turn at that.” Mattsun lifted his eyebrows up and down, the smug grin still entertaining his face.

You simply rolled your eyes before you sank back into the couch.

that smirk… 🙊

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GIRLLLLL I CANT

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭

© eboysvngie | translating/reposting is not allowed

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 : jisung x minho ; jisung x chan

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚 : mainly angst, a tiny bit fluff in between

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : caused of jisung's amnesia, he forgot the biggest mistake in his life

[ 𝙏𝙒 : mention of a car accident, car crash where someone dies (don't wanna spoiler to much bruh), jisung has amnesia ]

𝙖/𝙣 : this is inspired by this tiktok so thanks to the creator for giving me this idea hehe

"do you blame yourself?", chan asked, looking up at jisung, sitting in front of the couch the younger one was laying on. jisung raised his head to look at him, confused.

"what?"

"well it's quite common in this situation to feel a kind of guilt", chan said, gulping strongly, already having a feeling of what happened.

"what situation?", jisung asked again, now sitting up, being more than just a little confused about what chan was talking about. the older one looked at jisung, a soft expression on his face while he spoke to jisung. it wasn't the first time this happened. it wasn't the first time he forgot.

"the accident jisung. the accident"

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chan was jisung's best friend. actually the only friend he was able to remember he ever had. his amnesia wasn't making it easy for him to get in contact with new people, he would forget that he even meet them. chan was different. he knew jisung even before he got amnesia. and so did he.

minho. lee minho. that was his name. jisung remembered his name, before and after he got into this carcrash, two years ago. it was because lee minho wasn't someone jisung knew by his mind. he knew minho by his heart.

they were lovers, partners, soulmates. he was the only person jisung trusted with everything. his body, his mind, his soul. minho knew it all. and he was so happy and relieved when he rushed into that hospital room, two years ago, and jisung didn't looked confused to see him. he looked happy, like he had just waited for him to finally be there. he didn't forgot about him. and he promised minho that this would never happen.

but he broke it. jisung broke his promise. because he couldn't remember it.

he forgot it.

it was a rainy day. a rainy monday. jisung already didn't liked mondays, and the fact that he had to drive home in the rain didn't made this day any better.

he decided to drive not to fast, caused of the slippery road. jisung just wanted to be safe, he got a text from minho that he would buy his favourite cheesecake to make up his mood, and jisung just wanted to get home safe to enjoy his cheesecake with his boyfriend.

everything went good, he didn't even had that big of a problem to see the road and he got to his street faster than he thought. but after he turned around the corner, his house already in his view, something happened. something bad.

the only thing jisung felt was how something seemed to hit him from behind and his head smashing against the steering wheel. after that his view went black.

what he didn't realized was that he accidentally pushed forward and hit a person which was standing on the road. but he didn't hit some random stranger. he hit him.

luckily jisung wasn't that hurt. he had a laceration, where his head hit the steering wheel and a few bruises but that was all. some hours after the car crash he found himself laying on his couch, chan sitting on the floor next to him.

"the accident jisung. the accident", chan said clear and jisung realized that there was something in his past he forgot.

"touch your head ji. you have a wound there", chan said, hoping to help jisung to get his memory back. the younger slowly raised his hand, hissing after he felt the pain of the wound he already forgot about.

"shit, what the fuck happened?", he asked, looking at his best friend with concern but also curiosity.

"you had a car crash an-"

"again!? someone should take my driver's license from me", he joked, making chan chuckle even in this serious situation.

"it wasn't your fault. someone hit you in the back and you hit your head on the steering wheel. bu-"

"sounds like my angels were watching me", jisung interrupted chan again, being relieved that the accident didn't seemed that bad.

"that wasn't all..", chan mumbled, his voice becoming quieter and he looked at the ground. thinking about how he can tell jisung about what else happened. he already was concerned that he didn't asked about him yet but maybe he just thought that he was still shopping.

"when you hit your head and passed out you hit someone..", chan said, watching how jisung's reaction changed. "and the person you hit.. well.. they are not alive anymore"

"i killed someone?!", jisung screamed, shock and fear all over his face. "it wasn't your fault!", chan tried to calm him down, laying his hands on his shoulders and pushing him back on the couch.

jisung looked at his lap, playing with his fingers while he mumbled: "holy shit.."

chan sighed, taking jisung's hands in his. he didn't knew how jisung would react but he prayed that it wouldn't destroy him to much.

"the person.. the person you- the person that died..", chan stammered, breathing out loud before he finally spoke out what he was afraid to say the whole time.

"it was minho", chan tried to say as clear as possible looking up and into jisung's eyes. confused eyes.

"i know it may be hard.. "

"chan.."

"for you and i can understand when.. "

"chan"

"you need some time to-"

"chan!"

chan finally stopped talking, seeing that jisung's impression didn't changed at all. he even had a soft smile placed on his lips and chuckled short while ruffling through chan's hair.

"chan, i don't know a minho"

“you left the door unlocked?” atsumu calls out to you the second he enters your apartment, heavy bags of laundry and groceries occupying his arms, and with another second, you meet him in the kitchen.

“oh hey!” you chime, “you’re home!”

and atsumu looks at you, “you left the door unlocked!”

“it’s a safe neighborhood.” you shrug, tittering as you ignore his antics, and you walk over closer to him to welcome him home.

it’s been a long day without atsumu — he has his volleyball career and you have your college, but even after all that, he is still your husband, and it’s only right that you get to miss him.

atsumu settles down the bags he carried on the kitchen counter, a hand on his hip, and he turns your hug away.

he tells you, “what if a psychopathic maniac walked in?”

“well, then i would’ve said; hi tsumu, how was your day?” you smile, rolling your eyes at his chattering, and you attempt to hug him again despite your first attempt being futile.

atsumu smiles, his own cheshire grin, and he likes that he goes home to you, likes that no matter how tiring his day gets, he’ll always have you to come home to.

he lets you welcome him into a hug, and he smiles, and he laughs, saying, “i picked up the laundry - separated your whites from my reds, i didn’t make that mistake again - and i picked up those highlighters you were eyeing the last time we went by there, and, oh wait — ”

he stops talking, walking over to your side of the room, and atsumu says, “pause.”

“what?” you laugh, raising a brow at his actions, and you’re pulled into his arms - he smells like the sun and fresh cologne - and you’re quick to ease into him.

he smiles, “pause.”

you titter, “why?”

and he tells you, “kiss.”

so you laugh thinking he’s joking, but you stop your sentences anyways, pushing his hair away from his face, and you let him kiss you - smiley, toothy, consecutive kisses - and he doesn’t let you pull away.

atsumu’s arms locks behind your hips, pushing you against the kitchen sink, kissing you one after the other, and he pulls away, taking the free second as an opportunity to calm the atmosphere down.

it’s been a long day of volleyball, a long day without you, and it’s nice to just have you so close to him even for a little while.

you smile, your nose almost touching his, and you say, “so you were telling me about highlighters?”

“is that all you want from me?” he asks, faking a dramatic sigh.

and you nod, “i married you for that exact reason, miya - a set of highlighters.”

and atsumu scoffs, “well, miya, i didn’t hear you mention them in your vows.”

the high of the moment ends, his laughter dies down with yours, but neither of you move away from each other - just comfort in the closeness of being together again.

you married this man. you’re barely 20, and you’ve actually married this man - taken his name as your own - and you’re still deciding if that’s a good thing or not.

his nose brushes against yours, and you stare at his face long enough to see a subtle blue discoloration just above his eyebrow.

“you have a bruise.” you frown, pointing out what you see as you trace over it with your finger.

atsumu nods, wincing when you touch too hard over it, “got hit in the face with a ball.”

“does it hurt?” you ask, a bit gentler this time.

and he tells you, “nothing i can’t handle.”

atsumu feels your hand settle on his cheek, his bruised, sore cheek, and he feels how gentle you are with it — like you’re scared to hurt him, and he pushes his face deeper into your palm.

you could never hurt him.

your voice is soft, “wanna go to bed?”

he would go anywhere with you.

atsumu nods, and he laughs, “but we are so not leaving that door unlocked.”

it’s only been a few months since you and atsumu got married — just young kids, signing contracts, sharing names and spitting vows — but he’d like to think that it’s going well, he’d like to think this would last, he’d like to think that you love marrying him as much as he does.

“Chan is your hand heavy? ‘Cause I can hold it for you.“ yeah, sure!