Author: jadehqknb

Omg Jade, i’m so excited about your AU events! Hopefully your writings could make everyone satisfied like always❤ how about Badboy! Aomine has love hate relationship with nerd girl (reader) she couldn’t stand with his bullies anymore so she starts to change her appearance(she has his ideal body type) and he’s ask her out? Maybe NSFW because of the sexual tensiom between them.. thanks

A/N: So, after I
finished this, I realized the only factors I kept of your ask were Aomine as a
bad boy and the girl as a nerd. I focused more on her irritation with him and
his personality than with him bullying her though he is tactless (as we all
know). Also, because you specified “nerd girl” I do have some common tropes
here purely for the sake of description. Anyone can be a nerd but without
actual physical pictures, I have to rely on my word choices to paint it.

“And _____-san with Aomine-san,” sensei announces. The
female of the equation groans quietly, head smacking against her desk. Glancing
around she’s unsurprised to see the notorious bad boy of Too absent…again. Why
oh why does sensei hate her so? It’s bad enough to have to work on a paired
project but with Aomine Daiki? The most narcissistic and lazy asshole she’s
ever met?

The fact that he’s ridiculously gorgeous doesn’t help
matters either.

After class ends, she’s fortunate enough to come across his
pink haired keeper. “Ah, Momoi-san,” she calls garnering her attention.

She smiles brightly, waving. “Hello, ______-san, how are
you?”

“Eh, could be better,” she confesses shaking her head. The
pink haired girl tilts hers with curiosity to the reply but she ignores delving
further into her personal problems by getting straight to the point. “Do you
know where Aomine-san is?”

Momoi’s pink eyes widen before a devious smile curls up her
lips. “He’s probably on the roof. I know his favorite spot; do you want me to
take you to him?”

“That would be great, I don’t have a lot of time.”

The two walk briskly to the stairs heading up. By the time they’ve
reach the top, Momoi’s companion is breathing a bit heavier, the weight of her
backpack making her wish she’d had the foresight to leave it behind.

“Dai-san!” Momoi calls, voice shrill to impart maximum
annoyance to her friend.  

“What do you want Satsuki?” Aomine grumbles, blue hair
visible near the edge of the platform upon which he lays.

“_______-san needs to see you! Be nice!” she shouts then
winks before leaving.

Time passes but Aomine has no intention of getting up. If
she wants to talk to him, she can come up here. His arm lays across his eyes to
block the blaring rays of sun but he jolts up at the feel of a shoe kicking the
bottom of his own. He hadn’t even heard her climb the ladder.

“What the hell,” he snaps, eyes opening to look up.

Above him stands who he’s dubbed the “nerd girl”.  She pushes her glasses up the bridge of her
nose in a manner reminiscent to Midorima. “I could ask you the same thing,” she
snaps, eyes hidden behind the glare of her shields. “It’s impolite to keep a
lady waiting.

“Yeah, well, if you see one around let me know and I’ll make
sure to jump right up,” he retorts, satisfied to see a faint blush of what he
can only assume is anger flooding her cheeks. It makes her almost look human.

“You’re an ass,” she asserts. Setting down her bag, she
unzips it and hands him a paper.

“What’s this?” he asks blinking.

“Our paired assignment that we are unfortunately required to
collaborate on. It’s 25% of our grade Aomine-san, so I would appreciate it if
you don’t dawdle in doing your part.”

The basketball punk scans over the text before scoffing, “What
is this shit anyway? Tch, I don’t have time to worry about this right now.” He
stands, holding out the paper which she refuses to take.

“I’m not doing your work for you, Aomine-san,” she says
firmly standing as well, the difference in their height making her swallow her nerves.
She’s not exactly afraid of the looming
male but he definitely has an aura about him that makes her apprehensive.

And she hates herself for noticing the tone of his muscles;
she hates it even more that he doesn’t miss that she’s staring.

“Heh, why don’t we compromise, hmmm?” He takes a step
forward but she refuses to retreat so now his chest is almost touching her
decidedly large one. “You handle the assignment,” he murmurs, hand reaching out
to play with some loose strands of her hair. “And I’ll handle you.”

Heat floods her face at his insinuation followed by
righteous anger. Her hand moves before she can think, smacking him across the
face. “You’re a pig,” she hisses, gathering her bag and storming down the
ladder. She leaves with a parting, “Meet me at the library at 5:00, we’ll go
over the details then,” thrown over her shoulder before the roof door slams
shut. Behind she leaves Aomine fuming.

He’s never backed down or lost a challenge before and he isn’t
about to start now.  “The only one who
can beat me, is me,” Aomine mumbles, gathering his belongings.

That evening, she takes a seat in one of the study rooms and
waits. And waits. And waits. Of course, the jerk would be late. When an hour
past their meeting time goes by, a deep boiling anger bubbles up. She isn’t
this person, isn’t one to go off and strike someone, to want to yell and scream
at them but Aomine Daiki is decidedly good at getting her dander up. She
loathes the injustice that someone so pertinacious and self-centered
practically has the world at his feet just through sheer arrogance and
entitlement.

And to top it all off, she knows he’s in a gang, a delinquent
through and through and yet everyone, including teachers, fall to his feet like
he’s some sort of god!

All because he’s good at basketball.

Ok, so maybe he’s better than good, maybe he is the best,
but still, there are more things to life! More things that make people great, make
them valuable and important!

Finally, she’s done waiting, grabbing up her bag and huffing
out the doors making a beeline for the gym. It’s unlikely he’s even there given
his penchant for skipping practice almost as much as he does class but she has
to try. She has to get him to realize she’s not a push over and she’s not a
patsy.

Entering, she sees who she knows to be captain and coach of
the basketball team talking quietly. The squeak of her shoes against the floor announces
her presence and both males turn to look in her direction. “Ah, excuse me,
Imayoshi-senpai?” she calls.

His smile makes her shiver a little. “Yes? Can I help you?”

“I…I’m sorry to bother you but, have you seen Aomine-san? We
were supposed to meet at the library and-“

“Ah, so you’re the
reason Aomine-kun was all hot under the collar today,” he asserts making her
blink in confusion. Coach murmurs something about grading papers, leaving the
basketball player and flustered student to their own devices. Before she can
ask him to explain Imayoshi goes on, “Please allow me to apologize for the
inconvenience. You see, it’s my fault Aomine-kun just now finished. Course, now
I understand why he didn’t complain as much as he usually does. What a naughty
boy, am I right?”

Deep crimson overtakes her complexion, hands gripping the
strap of her bag tighter. Why is she interpreting his commentary so…lewdly?

Imayoshi, ever observant, is tempted to continue this line
of teasing simply for the pleasure of watching her squirm but he’s tired and
besides; it’s clear this one isn’t interested in him anyway. Shame, she’d be
fun to break. Shrugging on his own bag, Imayoshi points towards the locker
room. “He’s in there,” then promptly exits the gym, leaving her to decide
whether to continue waiting.

Taking a seat on the bench, she goes over her notes, mind
wandering between what she’s doing and what’s taking Aomine so long. Undoubtedly,
he’s done this on purpose, exerting himself as dominant and not one to cater to
the beck and call of others, but he’s never tangoed with someone like her
before.

“Yo,” his deep voice rumbles jarring her out of her
thoughts. Looking up, she swallows the extra saliva that has suddenly appeared thanks
to the sight of him shirtless, tribal markings dancing on his broad chest and
over sculpted shoulders. A distinct heat erupts between her legs when she
notices his nipples are pierced. How the hell does he play basketball with
those?

“Oh, these? I take them out of course,” he comments
revealing she voiced the question out
loud.

Mortified, she covers her face, a deep groan pulling from
her lips. His presence before her on his knees, face level with hers, makes her
squeak. “You’d better be careful, _______-san, I just may get the wrong
impression if you keep making noises like that.”

Her bosom heaves drawing his eyes downward, his blatant
staring making her entire body hum with apprehension. Raising his eyes to hers
once more he smirks, leaning forward. Heat radiates off his flesh, their
proximity drawing beads of sweat to her brow.

“You know, maybe what you need isn’t a project partner so
much as a…fuck partner?” he murmurs, lips millimeters from hers.

“You’re a pig,” she whispers.

“So you’ve already mentioned. And you’re a bitch, what of
it?” he replies.

“I don’t like you,” she remarks.

“Tch, you think I like you? Hardly. Though despite your
glasses and always wearing cardigans even when it’s fucking hot outside, you’re
certainly alluring,” he admits, trailing a heated gaze over her curves.

“This…this can’t…this isn’t
happening,” she asserts, willing her brain to work better than her hormones.

“Oh, I beg to differ princess,” he purrs, “I can see you
want me, why continue to deny it? Take the offer, it’s not everyone I’m willing
to give all this to.”

She narrows her eyes. “And here I thought I’d figured out
how you got ahead in life, Aomine-san.”

“What’d you mean?”

She shrugs, glad to feel a bit of her senses (other than the
horny ones) returning. “I was racking my brain trying to figure out how you
could possibly still be in school and on the team even though you do nothing
contributory to either. Well, at least in school. I know in basketball you’re second
to none, though I have heard rumors of a certain red head at Seirin that
supposedly can give you a run for your money.” She shrugs again, tapping him on
the nose. “I just assumed you were a man whore, slutting it up to whomever you
needed. How else would you still be passing your classes?”

“You, self-righteous bitch,” he snaps.

Eyes gleaming behind her glasses, she pushes against his chest,
denial clear. Aomine may be a bastard, but he’d never truly force himself on
her. He gets up, eyes full of fire.

“I believe that’s round one to me, Daiki-kun,” she purrs
sashaying her hips as she exits. Turning around, she’s gratified to see evidence of a distinctly firm problem below his waist line. “Tomorrow, after school,
5PM, library. Be there.”

When she’s gone, Aomine grabs his basketball and slam dunks
it hard enough to shake the rafters. This kitten doesn’t know who she’s dealing
with and Aomine is dead set on turning her hisses into mewls.

A/N: I originally intended
to end this NSFW but the progression changed as I went and I really like how
things ended here with the bad boy being put in his place. I hope you still
enjoyed it!

Hey there! Can I get like scenarios of Ukai, Sugawara, and Oikawa on a first date with a female who they’ve had a crush on forever? Thanks a bunch! （╹◡╹）♡

sfw-haikyuu-nsfw:

Yeeeees! I love long term crushes that work out for the better!

Hope that you enjoy, Anon!

The nerves seemed like the only thing Ukai could focus on as he stood outside her front door with his hands shoved deep into his pant pockets. He had already spent far too long sitting in his car trying to gain the courage to finally step outside and now here he was standing before her home attempting to gather more so that he could knock.

It was pathetic, really. He was a grown man, her a grown woman; they were adults, not the teenagers they were when he first met her. So something like this, despite his long term feelings for her, shouldn’t have been as problematic as it was turning out to be.

Lifting his hand, he quickly rapped his knuckles against the wood, his heart pounding way too hard against his chest and he wasn’t sure if he was breathing anymore. The silence that ensued afterward has the loudest noise that reverberated through his ears, because what if she didn’t come to the door? What if she forgot about their date? What if she didn’t really want to go? What if–

“And I thought you were going to be late,” her voice ceased whatever thoughts were running through his head, his gaze instantly landing on her as she emerged through the doorway. A large smile stretched across her face and everything about her was simply radiant, just as it always was. “Ya know, I saw you when you pulled up and–”

“You’re beautiful,” now it was he who was interrupting, and from the expression that passed over her face upon hearing it, it was completely worth it. This was the day he had been dreaming of.

Sugawara was certain that he hadn’t stopped smiling since their date began. It was nothing fancy that he had planned, really. A picnic on the beach where they could stroll and relax as much as they wanted. A day that was filled with laughter and light brushes of fingers and red cheeks and fluttering hearts.

It was a day he was sure he was going to remember for the rest of his life.

They talked for hours there with their sand between their toes,  their gazes focused on the gentle waves that lapped over the shore. Breezes came along to ruffle their hair and deliver a slight chill that caused them to squirm closer to each other. The hyperawareness that their skin was touching felt almost childish when Suga allowed himself to dwell on it, but then he decided that he didn’t care. Because he felt childish, like a kid falling in love for the first time.

Letting his hand drop to the space between them, he left it there, purposely not drawing attention to it. And he pretended that his heart wasn’t beating as fast or as hard as it was when she reached down to lace her fingers with his own. Their gazes met and they laughed, embarrassed and  by they action.

“Thank you for today,” she spoke as she leaned her head against his shoulder, her gaze again transfixed on the sea beyond. The moment was so pristine, something straight out of a movie if Suga hadn’t been living it himself. And he desperately hoped that he didn’t wake up in the next few seconds.

“No,” he spoke softly, his thumb brushing over the skin of her knuckles, leaning to press a small kiss to the top of her head, “thank you.” Because this was the dream that she granted him, and if this dream became his life, he would be forever grateful to her, to whatever higher power there might be in the world, for allowing this to come true.

“Can I kiss you?” the question escaped from Oikawa’s lips before he even had time to process the complete thought behind it. They stood outside her door now, the setting sun lighting every feature that he found so beautiful about her. 

The heat that rose to his cheeks when she turned to look at him made him open his mouth to reconsider his words, but she was moving. Leaning towards him with her hands placing themselves on his chest just before her lips touched against his own softly. And that’s all it was, a soft touch, a simple gesture, yet it was everything that sent Oikawa’s heart into overdrive.

When she parted, he felt as though all air had disappeared from his lungs, his hands shaking at his sides with the desperate need to touch her some way, but not sure if he should or where. There was a small laugh that came from her then as she rested her hand on the knob of her front door, her smile wide and kind. “Goodnight, Tooru.”

As she pushed the door open, he was moving, his hand taking hers in order to lace their fingers together. And when she turned to look at him, question in her gaze, his other hand rose to caress the back of her neck before bringing their lips together again. A shuddering breath left him when she pressed back, lips gliding perfect against his own and he was certain that his heart was beating out of rhythm.

This time it was him that pulled away, his eyes soft on her as she stared back openly, her lips parted. “Goodnight, [First Name],” he spoke softly, the promise of seeing her again in his eyes. Because there was nothing he wanted more than to see her everyday for the remainder of his life.

Be still my heart this is BEAUTIFUL!! I love it so much!

Imayoshi- The Danger of Assumption

A/N: Warning for violence and harsh language. Requester asked to be left in anon, so I’m posting this separate from the ask. Thank you for sending it in, I hope you like it!

He really should have
known it was only a matter of time before something of this nature occurred.
Imayoshi has been in the game of coercion and manipulation since he was young,
his skills initially applied to basketball and getting under his opponents’
skin.

Only now, the game is deadlier,
the stakes higher and he doesn’t take kindly to having the tables turned on
him.

“Where is she?” he asks,
tone genial, a smile on his face which sit inches from his captive.

“Fuck you,” hisses
Hanamiya, spit marring the clear lenses of Imayoshi’s glasses.

“Such an ungrateful
student,” murmurs Imayoshi removing the offended frames and cleaning the glass
with a cloth. Placing them upon his face, he looks at his former subordinate before
smacking him hard across the face. It’s more demeaning and Hanamiya knows it. “Really,
Makoto, I expected better of you.” Hanamiya’s grey eyes follow him as he paces,
Imayoshi idly flipping open then closed his beloved switchblade, a gift from ______
for Christmas.

“Like you’re one to
talk,” spats the bound man tugging on his restraints which only adds to the
burns on his wrists. “I know what you bastards did! And you swore, you fucking swore on your life that she’d remain
safe but you lied and because of you she’s dead!”

Imayoshi rears back,
hand slicing through the air like a whip connecting hard enough with Hanamiya’s
head for him to hear bells. “And this is what you get for making assumptions,”
whispers Imayoshi, drawing his face back to his own. Blood trails down his
temple, teeth gritting till he’s sure they’re about to break. “It wasn’t Too,
who killed your mother.”

Hanamiya’s eyes widen a
bit. “Who did?” Imayoshi smiles. “Fuck, tell me who did!”

“Shall we say,” Imayoshi
goes on, tapping his chin before meeting his eyes to Hanamiya’s, “a little “misdirection”,
was employed?”

Hanamiya can’t believe
what he’s hearing. There’s no way… “Seirin? Seirin?!!”

Imayoshi shrugs. “Guess
they aren’t as squeaky clean as everyone believes them to be, though if you
ask me-“

“Which I didn’t-“

“I think,” Imayoshi
continues right along, “it wasn’t intentional. Collateral damage seems most
likely, though still, the way her body was left-“

“Shut up!” Hanamiya
shouts, tears held fast in his eyes.

Silence descends in the concreate
room save only for Hanamiya’s heavy breathing. He fucked up, fucked badly. Not only did he take the wrong
person, he’s earned the ire, no, the retribution of his former leader which can
only lead to more problems.

“Your continued
existence in this world relies fully on your answer to my next question,”
Imayoshi says. Hanamiya looks up, already knowing what he’s going to ask. “Is
______ alive?”

At his nod, Imayoshi
feels his chest release, tension flowing out of him but he remains calm, cool
and collected. “You’ve made a dire error here, Makoto, one that will not be overlooked
or dealt with lightly.” Trailing around Hanamiya, he slices through the rope
with his knife, keeping it trained on him though he knows better than any
Hanamiya won’t try anything now. “I’ll decide the currency of your debt another
time, for now, kindly take me to ______. And if she’s been harmed-“

“She’s fine,” Hanamiya
interrupts.

“I’ll be the judge of
that,” Imayoshi assures.

Wakamatsu drives them to
Kirisaki Daīchi’s hideout, dragging Hanamiya by the collar to the door where he
knocks for entry. When they walk in, he orders Imayoshi’s girlfriend to be
brought to them. The hurried click of high heeled shoes is heard echoing on
metal stairs as she descends, flying into Imayoshi’s arms.

He pulls back, eyes
quickly scanning her and when he finds that she’s fine, at least physically, he
breathes a sigh of relief. “Let’s go home,” he affirms and she nods eagerly.

Looking over his shoulder
he comments to Hanamiya,” I’ll be in touch, Makoto. For now, your first orders
are: no retaliation to Seirin.”

“You son of-“

“You’re gonna earn the
right first,” Imayoshi insists. “For now, count your blessings that I don’t
level this piece of shit with you in it.”

He walks out with
_______under his arm, her shaking body all the evidence he needs to know
Kirisaki Daichi’s debt will take a long time to pay.

Hinata Shouyou – First Time

haiykuties:

This came out slightly more…serious(?) than I previously intended? I guess more like realistic and somewhat sweet? Either way, it’s my first time writing Hinata in an intimate scene so I hope you all enjoy. It was formed from the anon who mentioned imagining riding Kags or Hinata and their faces are red because it’s their first time. – Admin Jade

A low but loud moan penetrated the semi-darkness of Hinata’s dorm room, his cheeks flaming almost as bright as his hair when he released the sound had come from him. His hands clenched her hips tightly, sweat breaking out upon his brow as he squeezed his eyes shut. This was so embarrassing! He was completely overwhelmed by everything happening; the sights, the sounds, the smells! He’d looked forward to this moment for so long but now that it was happening he couldn’t get out of his own head.

Was he doing a good job? Did she feel even as close to good as he felt? He’d barely managed to get through the foreplay he was so nervous. Touching her had been like a dream, his eyes glazing over as more and more of her skin was revealed. His hands shook, breath catching in his excitement to be with someone so intimately.

And not just anyone, it was with her. The girl, a year ahead of him, that he’d crushed on all through high school, who he’d never believed he had a chance to go on a coffee date with let alone be taking back to his bed!

A moan, this time feminine in cadence, pierced his ears and he shuddered to a stop. Maybe he was thrusting too hard?  But he couldn’t ask! He couldn’t make it that much more obvious that this was his first time.

Another groan, a bit softer this time, spilled from his lips as she clenched around him, the way she controlled her body showing her superior expertise in this area of life. He wanted to give her everything but he was frozen, so lost in his own head with doubt that he could feel himself literally deflating.

“No, no, no, no! Not this, anything but this! I’d rather cum too soon that lose my hard on! What if she gets mad? What if I offend her and she never wants to talk to or see me again?”

“Shouyou?” Her voice, her sweet lovely voice called him out of the darkness of his mind but he still couldn’t bring himself to look her in the eye. A touch to his cheek made him flinch and in turn her eyebrows furrowed with concern. “Hey,” she said softly, stroking his skin, “look at me.”

He shook his head but she insisted, “Hinata Shouyou, please, look at me.”

Slowly he broke the seal of his lids, her beautiful visage coming into view. She looked a vision above him, hair slightly mussed from him running his fingers through it, her cheeks a lovely shade of pink, more likely from her physical exertion than embarrassment. Unlike him, who was as bright as a tomato.

“Are you ok?” she asked.

“I…I’m sorry, I just….it’s just…” he couldn’t get the words out, emotion flooding his chest and pressing down like a weight.

Quickly she climbed off him and he missed the feel of her instantly, feared she was going to either laugh at him or leave or both. But she didn’t, no, of course not, she was too kind, too good to be so cruel.

“It’s ok, hey, don’t worry about it. I’m sorry if I pressured you-“

“You didn’t!” he shouted, body flying up to grab her shoulders.

“Ok, then…” she trailed off waiting for him to explain, tone holding subtle amusement at his volatile reaction. 

“I just, I don’t know what I’m doing!” he spouted quickly, covering his face.

Her hands covered his own, dragging them down to his lap. Leaning forward, she kissed him, slow, long and deep, running her hands through his soft hair pulling another moan from his throat. “I like your sounds, Shouyou,” she confessed when they parted, “you sound so much sexier than you think. It’s a big turn on for me to know I make you feel so good.”

She guided his hands to her chest, showing him how to grasp each breast. “I don’t mind guiding you, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone has a first time and I’m honored you’re giving me yours.” She moaned as he tweaked her nipples, the sound sending blood and firmness rushing back to his crotch.

Turning she lay back on the bed, signaling him to get on top. “Let’s try it this way,” she offered, a gentle smile on her face. “What do you want to do?”

“I…I want to make you feel good, that’s all I want,” he confessed quietly.

She nodded, guiding his hand between her legs to press his fingers against her clit. Canting her head back against the pillow she panted, “Touch me like that, just soft and slow at first, I’ll tell you when to increase the pressure, ok?”

He nodded, concentrating on the way she moved her hand over his before removing it to allow him to take over. Hinata watched her face, mesmerized by the sight of her, mouth open in an “o” shape, breath puffing out the longer he pleasured her.

“A bit…harder…Shouyou.” He obeyed, increasing the press of his fingers, swirling a bit harder, more confidently. “That’s it, just like that,” she praised and he couldn’t stand to not kiss her. He tilted her chin down, lips caressing hers firmly but slow, his tongue coming out on its own accord to dance with hers. “Please, Shouyou, I want to feel you in me again,” she begged and he moaned against the flesh of her neck.

He removed his hand to place both on either side of her head, guiding his newly harden erection back into her welcoming heat drawing almost a purr from her lips. “Yes, Shouyou, yes, thrust, go as hard as you want. I don’t care if you cum quickly, it’s ok, I want you to feel good too.”

His eyes almost rolled back in his head at the first snap of his hips. This…this felt different. He felt different. More confident, more assured thanks to her encouragement and trust. Another firm thrust and she cried out, surprised but he could see she was pleased so he did it again. And again. And again.

“One more, one more, one more!” he repeated in his head, eyes closing but this time in concentration of holding back his release, of focusing on giving her what they both wanted.

“Shouyou,” she whined. He opened his eyes to meet her gaze and knew then and there he was in love with her. It wasn’t just because of what they were doing, no, it was because of everything she’d proven herself to be over the course of their relationship, because of everything leading to this moment.

“I love you,” he blurted out and paused, horrified that she’d think it was just because of this.

But she didn’t even hesistate, returning, “I love you too, Shouyou.”

Her admission brought a flood of warmth and comfort to his whole body, radiating he was sure from the very depths of his soul. He surged forward, driving into her, making her sigh and grasp his shoulders tightly. Reaching down he touched her again. It was a bit more awkward with their bodies so close together but he didn’t care, he wanted to make her cum, to make her body flood with pleasure.

“Oh…oh Shouyou, yes, right…right there! Oh god, right there!” Her voice gained volume, cries pouring faster and louder than before and once again he was entranced by her. He felt her clench then a shudder ripped through her and he was gone, spilling into the condom a split second after her orgasm started.

When it was over he looked at her, running his hand through her hair and kissing her gently.

“Thank you,” he whispered against her lips.

“What are you thanking me for, you did all the work,” she laughed.

But he grasped her chin, held her gaze more assuredly than he’d ever done before. “Thank you,” he said more firmly, eyes conveying all the words he couldn’t say.

And she nodded, leaning up to kiss him, before pulling him down next to her to fall asleep. 

Aw yeah! This was so good, there’s not enough smut of Hinata around here so this is a pleasant surprise! 💕 Thank you, Jade! 😉

-Admin Lana

Another contribution!

Oikawa – Punishment

haiykuties:

Here’s my attempt at angry sex with Oikawa for that anon confession and the second requesting its creation. 

“Tooru,” you gasp, hands flying to the back of his head as he firmly bites the top of your breast; that’s going to leave a mark.

And it won’t be the only one inflicted upon you today.

“You were a bad girl today, ______-chan,” he croons in his sing song voice but you know this tone well. It’s not mirthful, it’s not happy. Tooru is fucking pissed.

“Wha? How? What did I do?” you pant, legs grasping for purchase around his waist as he lifts you.

“What did you do? What did you do?” he mocks, eyes going dark. “You were fucking flirting with my team! With your soft giggles and your subtle touches, your warm smiles and your lilting laugh. Those things are for me, ______-chan, and me only.”

“But Tooru,” you protest, gasping when he grabs your ass firmly, “I was only trying to help boost morale! I wasn’t flirting, I was just being friendly!”

“Doesn’t make a difference, I could see how they were looking at you, could read the thoughts in their heads and since you’re the catalyst to those, it’s you who gets punished!”

“Please, Tooru-“ but he silences further protests with his mouth upon yours, tongue shoving past your lips and practically down your throat. You splutter, the lack of a proper breath sealing a burn within your lungs. Finally he releases, both of you panting before he drops you to the ground and rips off your skirt.

“You’re gonna take what I give you, _______-chan, you’ve got a lot to pay for.” His eyes meet yours and for just a heartbeat you feel a tremor of fear. You’ve done dub con with Tooru before but he’s always prepared you better, given you a warning, given you-

“Your safe word is “break”, do you understand?” he asks, hand touching your cheek so gently it makes you forget his fury from a moment ok. There’s a pregnant pause before you nod, the subtle movement causing his eyes to shift back from open and gentle to hard and dangerous. “Good answer,” he growls, biting your lower lip.

It takes little time for Oikawa to shed you of your remaining clothing, his own cast about in a frenzy of disrobement. The next moment, you’re on your back, Tooru’s head buried between your thighs, his tongue lapping languidly as your cunt. Normally you’d be canting your hips to get him at just that right spot, but when Tooru is dom you don’t move, barely breathe unless he says it’s ok.

“I can see you remember the rules of this game,” he purrs against your flesh. The next second you’re crying out when he nips your lower lips, “But don’t think I’m not still pissed. It’s gonna be a loooong night, _______-chan.”

He stays true to his word, taking his time licking, sucking and flicking your cunt and clit drawing whimpers and curses from your lips. The coil in your lower belly has been growing steadily, a fire surging through your veins with need of release but he keeps you on the edge, never letting you fall into the precipice of orgasm.

Done with his mouth, Tooru flips you to your hands and knees, his hand slapping your ass with all the force he gives his most powerful serve and you shriek.

“Such a bad girl,” he grunts, smacking you again. “Turning on my team like that, making them want to be the one who fucks you. You want that don’t you? You want them to take you like this?”

“No! Tooru, you’re the only one I want, you’re the only one!”

“Damn right I am,” he hisses smacking you once more before shoving his cock in your dripping core all the way to the hilt. You scream again, head tossing back in shock at his intrusion. His finger dig into the flesh of your hips, thrusts coming hard and fast filling the room with the sound of smacking wet skin.

“Your cunt is always so tight for me, baby, fuck you feel good,” he groans, grabbing your hair and pulling hard. The abuse brings tears to your eyes. A buzzing sound startles you but you don’t have time to consider how you missed him pulling out the vibrator because he’s shoving it against your clit while he buries deep and holds position.

It’s just enough sensation to make your body quiver with need of release but inability to get there, the overstimulation making you miss the mark and Tooru knows it. He knows how to play your body exactly how he wants.

The vibrator is dropped in favor of his hand roaming to your chest, fingers tweaking your nipple to a hard peak.

“You’re gonna feel this for a week, maybe longer, _______-chan. It’s gonna remind you who you belong to! Who the only one who’s allowed to fuck you is! You’re mine!”

You cry out when he pulls away, dick sliding out only to be shoved on your back and him enter again, this time with his mouth latched on your breast, teeth biting harshly into the sensitive tissue. He trails up to your neck, sucking hard as he fucks you mercilessly. The feel of hips slamming against you makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. You’re gonna have bruises all over you.

“Look at me,” he orders, tugging your chin down. Opening your eyes releases tears and he smiles down at you. “You’re so pretty when you cry,” he affirms, lips covering yours to kiss you breathless once more.

“Tooru, I….I can’t….I can’t take much more,” you assert.

“Yes you can baby, I know you can because you’ve haven’t said it! You’re a slut for my cock, a whore to my punishment! I’ll bet you did everything you did today to get this result, to have me so fucking worked up and pissed that I’ll break the bed with how hard I’m gonna fuck you!”

“Tooru! Oh god, Toou!”

Impossibly, he goes harder, hitting deeper than he’s even done.

Your body shakes and quakes, nerve endings frayed to the end of their abilities. Taking a deep breath you scream out, “I give! Tooru, BREAK! Break me!”

“With pleasure,” he hisses, then touches your clit exactly how he knows you need to release. Your orgasm is long and violent, your voice echoing off the bedroom walls. It’ll be a miracle that no one calls the cops because you sound like you’re being murdered. Which is technically true; Tooru may as well have killed you given the boneless feeling that cascades over your body.

He cums not too long after you, filling you to overflowing with the power of his release.

Collapsing on top of you, he kisses your temple, sweat of your bodies mixing as he says, “I really do love you. But never fucking do that again.”

You can only nod before passing out. 

-Admin Jade

Once again, lovely Admin Jade has decided to treat us on Sinful Sunday! Thank you for taking time to write this out, you never cease to amaze me with your writing! If you haven’t checked her blog yet, you can find more of her writing at @vball-baes-bball-babes! 😘

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Contribution piece

Tendou – Safe Haven

vball-baes-bball-babes:

So, B over at @guessmonsta had a rough day and in efforts to
draw up her spirits I present a slightly melancholy but overall silly piece
featuring her fave boy: Tendou Satori. Hope you feel better B!

“Tendou, you’re Princess Peach, get your ass over here!”
shouts Semi.

“Oh you are so going down, pretty boy,” Tendou exclaims
hopping over the back of the second, or possibly third, hand couch in his dorm.
He lands heavily next to Semi, his former teammate sending him a glare.

“Says the one currently playing a character sporting pink,”
retorts the blonde.

“Tch, for your information, pink happens to be my favorite
color! Plus, Peach is a badass! Make no mistake, she will fuck you up on the
track,” Tendou quips, selecting the motorcycle as his choice for race vehicle.

Semi, Reon and Goshi all make their own selections, they
being Mario, Bowser and Toad respectively.

“Heh, did you choose Toad to match the aesthetic of your
hair cut?” Tendou asks.

“Screw you fire head, let’s just get to racing so I can wipe
the track with your ass,” Goshiki shoots back.

Tendou laughs as the timer counts down to zero, each of
their representative characters jumping off the starting line with the press of
the green button. The race is fierce and filled with flying shells, mushroom
speed bursts and loud curses from all participants.

“So where’s Toshi?” Tendou asks through a hiss as Peach
barely dodges an oil slick.

“Couldn’t make it, practice,” Reon answers shortly, thumbs
moving with practiced ease sending Bowser into a perfect drift.

“Shit, can’t that guy ever get a break?”

“You know him Tendou, it’s all volleyball, all the time.
Especially after last year,” Semi comments, cursing a second later when he gets
hit with yet another red shell from
Toad. “How the fuck are you getting so many of those?!”

“They’re pity shells cause he’s in last place,” Tendou
smirks.

“Oh yeah? Pity this!” Goshiki yells, launching a blue shell
which takes out both Peach and by proximity Bowser, leaving just Mario as the
last obstacle to his glory. There’s no way the others can catch up now and with
one last screech around a bend, Toad emerges victorious with a perfectly timed
mushroom boost.

“Damn it!” Semi shouts, throwing down the controller.

“Hey! Careful with those, I got this second hand you know,”
Tendou complains taking a sip of soda.

A knock at the door draws all their attention, Tendou
standing to open it since they’re in his dorm. “Probably the pizza guy,” he
calls over his shoulder, unnecessary considering they’re in a single room
together. When he opens it, it’s to find a rather cute, but annoyed looking
girl standing in the hall. “Definitely not the pizza guy,” he comments lowly.

“What? You know what, never mind, I don’t care,” she snips.
Fixing fierce eyes on him she goes on, “Do you think it possible for you to
keep it down? There are some in this hall trying to actually get work done
around here.”

Tendou leans against the threshold, crossing his arms.
Smiling he replies, “Working is for classrooms and libraries, where else are we
supposed to unwind?”

“The bar? A club? Hell, go back to your parents’ basement
for all I care, just keep the noise down!”

Tendou’s smile widens; he likes her snark. “One, we’re under
age still so no bars. Two, do we,” he points behind him to the guys now
watching the proceedings, “look like the clubbing type to you? I think not. And
three, as long as we’re throwing around stereotypes here, why don’t you take
your self-centered, eldest child, type A personality and chill the fuck out? We
just got out of high school, time to live a little before we hook on the ball
and chains of responsible society, don’t you think?’

As he’s been talking, her cheeks have been growing steadily
redder and redder with each point he nails on the head. Tendou likes a good
battle of wits and insults and this little lady had no idea whose door she was
pounding on when she attempted to exert a guilt trip.  Her mouth opens to retort, only for the pizza
guy to finally arrive.

“Order for Tendou Satori?” he asks looking between them.

“That’s me! Oi, you lot of losers! Gimme your penance,” he
says, hand out to receive money from Semi and Reon after which he draws the
remaining balance from his own wallet. Handing the guy the money, along with a
small tip because he’s not a complete asshole, Tendou passes the two pizzas
to Semi who takes them to his desk. Looking back at the girl still fuming
outside his door he grins.

“I’d offer for you to join us but since you’re a no-nonsense
type, I’m sure it will be a waste of breath. Have a good night.” He’s about to
shut the door when her hand slams against it startling him. “You’re a dick,”
she glowers. There’s a pause and he can’t wait to see what comes next. Taking a
deep breath, she looks up into his eyes. “But you’re also right.” Tendou’s so
stunned he almost falls over. With less hostility and a slightly shakier tone
she goes on, “I…I’d really like that…if you’re serious.”

He blinks, unsure what exactly just happened but steps to
the side, silently offering her entrance. A moment later, he’s introduced all
of them, including himself properly, before they settle to consume their meal
of cheese, carbs and grease.

“Being an adult, or at least transitioning into one, sucks,”
she comments around a bite of pizza.

“Amen to that,” Reon replies toasting his slice with hers.

“So, what’re you studying?” Semi asks politely.

“Chemistry, it’s a bitch.”

“Shit, you must be a genius or something. I’m barely making
it through my general ED, still tryin’ figure out what I wanna do,” Goshiki
remarks.

“Hey! No gloom and doom talk here, guys! This is our time to
shut out the rest of the world and just have fun! To forget our problems and worries,”
Tendou proclaims. Deftly he slides the controller into their new companion’s
hands, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

“You gotta earn your keep sweetheart, that pizza doesn’t pay
for itself you know.”

Leaning forward, she bops his nose. “Bring it on, pretty
boy.”

Semi laughs uproariously at the look on Tendou’s face as his
cheeks heat up but the red head recovers quickly, sliding next to her with a
controller of his own. The race is intense, but she emerges victorious,
whooping and hollering about her win.

“Hey, you might wanna keep it down, I hear there’s a warden
about these halls,” Tendou teases.

“Then we’ll just tell them to go fuck themselves. It’s our
time to be young and alive, right?”

He grins, shoving his shoulder into hers. “You got it,
warden.”

“Shut up and race, pretty boy.”

And for the rest of the night into the wee hours of the
morning, Tendou, Semi, Reon and Goshiki provide what she never knew she needed.
A safe haven away from the responsibilities and expectations piled on her till
she can’t breathe. They let her laugh and curse and belch without judgement.
They tease and mock her, treating her quickly like one of their own.

But most of all, they allow her to just be a “kid”.

This was posted a bit later last night and it’s another piece I’m actually pretty proud of since sometimes I feel like I struggle with dialogue and this came out pretty much exactly how I wanted. So I’m reblogging cause I’m happy with it.

Bad Boy Akaashi getting turned on when his gf starts touching and admiring his tattoos which eventually leads to the do (nsfw) //wink wink//

A/N: I combined two
asks (this one that made the randomizer cut and one that didn’t) because I felt they
fit so well together. Enjoy!

“Keiji.” The whimpered whisper of his name from her lips
sends shockwaves up Akaashi’s spine, followed promptly by a tremble of pain
when she presses an antiseptic wipe to the cut on his chest. “They ruined your
new piece,” she complains, applying gentle pressure to stop the bleeding. He
glances down, eyes focused on her furrowed brow.

She’s so cute when she’s worried.

The fight, a result of two-bit thugs running their mouth
about her, should have been inconsequential and it was; until one of them
pulled a knife. Akaaski felt the sting but didn’t have time to react before
Bokuto laid the guy out, would have killed him if Akaashi hadn’t talked him
down. One cut wasn’t worth a full-on war. He wasn’t even that hurt, both his
leader and his girlfriend making a bigger fuss about this than they should.

Though he finds it difficult to complain when her hands,
done with their task of bandaging his wound, trail up and over his shoulders as
she rounds the chair he’s seated on to wash up and put away the first aid kit.
Sighing, Akaashi gets up, heading to his bed to stretch out. He’s not there two
minutes before she’s curled up next to him, hands back on his exposed chest
trailing the outlines of his ink.

Akaashi takes in a breath, humming appreciation for her
affection.

“This one is my favorite,” she remarks, index finger tapping
the immortalized image of his name and hers in kanji set just above his heart.
The symbols are encircled by tree branches, two owl silhouettes nestled next to
one another. “Then again,” she continues, hand skimming over his stomach to his
side, “this one is just so badass.” It’s his favorite, the Bengal tiger that
wraps from his back to front, teeth and claws bared.

Her caresses are waking up more than just his skin, a
distinct firmness growing stronger the longer she touches him. When she couples
the sensation of her hands with her lips he can’t stop a low groan from
escaping and she doesn’t miss it.

“Mmmmmm,” she moans, dipping her hand below the line of his
jeans, “what do we have here?” Her head turns to look at him, eyes full of mischief
sprinkled with longing. “Does the patient want some pain relief?”

“Yes,” he breathes, not bothering with pretense. She smiles
knowingly, fingers unbuttoning his jeans with practiced ease to give her room
to move. Leaning up on her left elbow, body pressed close to his side, she
pushes just enough to release his length, finding him fully hard and already
dripping.

“Wow, you want it bad,” she murmurs, “did the fight get you
all riled up?”

“You get me riled
up, minx,” he moans, hips arching up as she teases his dick with the tips of
her fingers.

“Now, now, Keiji, you know what happens when you call me
that,” she coos.

“Yeah, so get to it, minx,” he almost growls. She chuckles, breath
ghosting over his cock. Akaashi groans softly as her lips encircle the tip of
him, letting out a whoosh of air as she pushes down to take him all the way in
her mouth. She’s moved again, straddling his legs, bobbing up and down with
skill. His hands roam to her hair, drawing some of it away to make it easier
and she hums a thank you around him, the vibration making his eyes roll to the
back of his head.

“_______, fuck,” he hisses at the feel her teasing teeth.

She hums again, hands rubbing over his chest while she sucks
him. Akaashi’s brain is muddled, his wants cascading over one another. He wants
her to keep going, he wants to taste her, he wants to fuck her, he just…he
wants her.

“I can’t take it anymore,” he murmurs, pulling her up to
kiss roughly before rolling over and kicking away his clothes. His mouth
latches to her neck, tongue laving over what he knows to be “her spot” and
smirks when he hears her gasp. One hand shoots up her shirt, grabbing a breast firmly,
tweaking her nipple through her bra.

“Keiji,” she mewls, music to his ears.

He moves his hand downward, grabbing her panties and skirt, shirking
them off before rubbing his hand up her inner thigh to the apex of her legs.

“And you tease me for being eager,” he whispers against the
shell of her ear when he finds just how ready she is for him.

“Shut up and fuck me,” she orders, biting his bottom lip.
Pushing her legs apart to make room for himself, Akaashi lines up, driving in
hard and deep. “Oh god,” she shouts but he swallows the outburst in a fiery
kiss. Normally he takes his time, plays her up, teases her to the brink before wrecking
her.

But not today, not right now when she feels so hot and wet
and good around him. He thrusts hard and fast, loving the feel of her nails
raking down his back, devouring her cries and moans like a man starved. He
loves her, so much it hurts sometimes, so much it scares him but he’ll never
stop.

“Ke..keiji.” She’s close, inner walls tightening, finger
clutching tufts of his hair.

“Come on baby,” he says, eyes closed and lips on her neck, “come
hard for me. Come now!”

Her orgasm is volatile, a shriek of release tearing from her
lips reminiscent of a cry for mercy. He fucks her through it, the feel of her
clenching enough to draw out his own release, announced by a low, deep groan
from his throat.

Panting heavily, the couple lay within one another’s arms,
basking in the afterglow of their intimacy.

“You should visit Yachi tomorrow, see if she can’t fix the
damage,” she comments idly drawing circles on his back.

He hums agreement from his place upon her chest, falling
into a deep slumber surrounded by her love.  

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sugawaraformytea:

 for my best friend @guessmonsta who is having a bad day. love you fam,  stay strong. ((never have i written for tendou and be warned i am nowhere near as good as you are writing him. also i rushed so you could read before bed)) some are screenshots of the first time i tried posting it cos mobile is being shiz rn

also i think tendou would do this

    “The drums are four on the floor! She’s back to the bedroom for one more! I’m the invisible man, who can’t stop staring at the mirror! AT THE M I R R O R!!!”  Tendou yell-sang entering his apartment. What a great day! His afternoon class was cancelled, he had managed to swipe his professor’s blueberry muffin without him noticing, and now he got to come home early to his fantastic, wise-ass girlfriend. It was 2pm, she should be home right?

      “Sabrina!” Tendou called out, removing his headphones and throwing his keys to the rack on the wall. He missed the hook as usual, but as a university student who miraculously had a free night alone with his girlfriend, he had one thing on his mind:

      Shonen Jump anime marathons in bed.

      She had not answered yet. Strange. He walked into the hallway, whistling the tune to the song. “Sabrina! Guess who doesn’t have classes today?” Still no reply. He knocked on their bedroom door, and did not wait for an invitation before entering. “Ben? You alive in here?”

      He noticed his girlfriend in bed with the blanket wrapped around her burrito style. Tendou beamed as he saw her. “Hey, Genius! What’s—woah.” He paused as he noticed how red and blotchy her face was. Her eyes were puffy like she had been crying for a while. Sabrina covered her face up instantly.

     Happy, Fall Out Boy-singing Tendou was immediately replaced by Whose-Body-Am-I-Going-to-be-Burying-in-the-Woods-Tonight Tendou.

    “Sabrina,” Tendou approached her slowly, “is…everything okay?”

    “Do I look okay, Satori?” Sabrina snapped back immediately, sniffling and trying to regain control of her breathing. Tendou felt a bit hurt, but he knew she was just upset about…whatever she was upset about.

     “Ben, what happened?” He asked her calmly, sitting by her side on the mattress.

     “Nothing,” she said bitterly, holding her Giant Isopod plushie tightly.

    “Something is very clearly wrong.”

      “I don’t want to talk about it.”

     “Please, come on Sabrina. I just want to help.”

     “Well right now you can help by leaving me alone!” she yelled at him, more tears forming in her eyes. This took Tendou by surprise, since Sabrina rarely snapped at him like that. But he nodded slowly.

       “Okay, if you want that, then-then sure,” he said patiently. “Call if you need me. I’m just going to the corner market to pick up some things, alright?” Sabrina looked at him with murderous eyes.

        “Then leave already.” Tendou, not wanting to anger her more, went out, closing the door behind him and leaving her alone with her Isopod.

        He had to do something to help. As the “World’s Best Boyfriend” mug that he had bought himself for Christmas last year so clearly stated: he was the world’s best boyfriend. As such, he had to do something to help his world’s best girlfriend.

       Tendou rushed out to the campus library to print out some photos. Afterward, he went to the market and bought all of the supplies needed.

      When he got home, Sabrina was still in their room. ‘Good,’ Tendou thought. ‘Stay in there for like the next two hours.’ Tendou went into the kitchen and cracked his knuckles.

       “Time to get down to business,” he said to his arranged ingredients on the counter. He got eye level with all of the items. “If you mess this up, I will take all of you outside and set you on fire,” he warned them in a hushed tone. Tendou picked up his cell phone and scrolled through it until he found what he was looking for.

       “‘Preheat the oven to 350 F or 177 C’. Okay.” Tendou turned the knob on the oven and went to start putting actual food into the bowl before remembering the oven was full of pots and pans, and panickingly taking them out.

       After 2 ½ painstaking hours, a flour covered boy, and somehow managing to get flour on the ceiling, Tendou’s creation was complete. He went and knocked on the bedroom door again.

      “Hey, Ben? I got some dinner in case you’re hungry,” he said helpfully. He stood outside the door, proudly holding the fruits of his labor and waiting for her to see. He waited a minute, two minutes, three minutes…

        Finally the doorknob turned slowly and the door creaked as it opened up. Sabrina’s red, puffy face made an appearance and Tendou smiled sadly. He held up the cake to her.

       “For you, beautiful lady,” he said kindly. Sabrina looked down at the cake, and Tendou caught her smiling a little bit. That, right there, was what he did all of this for. Sabrina smiled back up at him a little bit.

      “Did you just Rick Roll me with a cake?” she asked. “I can’t believe you, Satori.”

        “The good news is, you don’t have to believe me to eat the cake,” Tendou smiled. He took her hand and, carefully balancing the cake on the other hand, he walked with her to the table, where he already had the plates set up for them. He served her a slice right away. “Wait, wait,” Tendou said before she took a bite. Sabrina watched him press a button on a remote, and she heard the magic, familiar bassline. Tendou smirked.

         “PRESSURE!” he sang dramatically as she giggled. “Pushing down on me, pushing down on you, no man ask for!” He sat next to her as she started to eat her cake, and he started having some too. He knew she loved chocolate cake just as much as he loved chocolate ice cream.

        “This is actually really good,” Sabrina said through bites of pastry.

         “Weird, right? But thanks. By the way—” Tendou pulled out the photos he printed earlier. “These are for you. Some less beautiful than me eye candy for you.” Sabrina smiled as she looked through them.

         “Are these all photos of Slash from Guns N’ Roses?”

         “Indeed. Also I made you a list,” Satori said with his mouth spilling crumbs everywhere. Sabrina cleared her nose before reading it.

        “‘A list of super awesome things, by Tendou Satori,’” she began. “ ‘

  1. Sabrina
  2. my smart-ass girlfriend
  3. Tendou Satori (when in the presence of numbers 1 and 2
  4. scented candles
  5. chocolate (all kinds)
  6. that weird girl who lives w/ me idk I think her name is like Sabrina or something?
  7. Ben
  8. the B in apt 23 (the apt I share w/ 1, 2, 6 & 7)
  9. my girlfriend
  10. outer space ‘’

Sabrina smiled at him, almost ready to cry again judging by the literal tears in her eyes. “Thank you, Satori. This means a lot. I’m sorry I snapped at you before.” He shrugged.

“It wasn’t the first time someone got pissed at me for being annoying. It’s not even the 12th time. Whatever happened to make you upset…I just hope you get better soon,” Tendou answered.

“It’s just…really really stupid.”

“Look, nothing is stupid if it makes you feel, well, anything actually.”

“Okay, well, you remember Noelle, right?”

“Is she the one with the small…?” Tendou cupped his hands in front of his chest. Sabrina nodded.

“Yeah, Pancake Noelle. Anyway she has been treating me like nothing lately. I mean literal garbage gets better treatment than she has been giving me.”

‘I know how that feels,’ Tendou thought silently. He listened intently to his girlfriend’s rant. He felt horrible for her. He knew exactly what it was like to be treated poorly by your own peers. No one should have to go through that kind of bullying and neglect.

“And that’s the story,” Sabrina sighed. “I have to say, I do feel a lot better after saying it out loud.”

“I understand,” Tendou said, holding her hand. “You guys are supposed to be friends and she’s treating you like crap. Just remember you have people who care about you. You have me. What does the Pancake have? She’s named after freaking Santa Claus.”

Sabrina laughed and sniffled. “Did you know Christmas started as a pagan Roman feast involving the sacrificing of children?”

“Ho, Ho, Ho,” he replied sarcastically. Satori kissed the corner of her mouth, catching the frosting that was there. “I love you, Genius.”

“I love you too, Nerd.”

Tendou looked down at his plate, then the cake tray. “Did-did we eat all of that?”

“I had two slices, you ate the rest. I’m good with that though,” Sabrina started to clear the plates.

“Jesus. We’re going to die of sugar intake aren’t we?” She kissed his forehead as she walked to put the plates in the sink.

“It was a small cake,” she said dismissively.

“You know, I heard about a website where you can anonymously send like a whole bucket of gorilla poop to someone…” Tendou suggested.

“Satori! That’s sick!”

“So no?”

“I didn’t say that. Where’s your laptop?”

KAY THIS MADE MY ENTIRE LIFE I’VE NEVER BEEN MORE ALIVE FU C K

This is some good stuff right here! So funny!