Songs 4 U!

songs 4 u! ⭑･ﾟﾟ･

celeb! au. singer akaashi keiji isn’t too keen on relationships. when up and coming artist y/n moves into the apartment below him, will she be able to change that?

masterlist ⭑･ﾟﾟ･

track 00: intro

track 01: see u tonight

track 02: funny fame

track 03: no confrontation

track 04: bonding

track 05: sing with me

track 06: interlude

track 07: little surprises

track 08: heart racing

track 09: open ur eyes

track 10: emotion overdrive

track 11: f is for friends

track 12: dense idiots

track 13: text me back

track 14: lunch w you

track 15: be yourself

track 16: mischievous

track 17: hide & seek

track 18: under the lights

track 19: congratulations

track 20: outro

this smau is finished <3!

Reckless[Oikawa Tōru x Reader,minor(?) Sugawara Koushi x Reader]

female reader,she/her pronouns

Reader is the second year karasuno volleyball manager who's also happily dating Suga,though everything changes when she meets a pretty brunette boy with a charming smile.

WARNINGS:cheating,reader is lowkey a dick,cursing

Word count:1.8k<3

She met Sugawara-senpai under a cherry blossom tree one day in early April,she was immediately captivated by the adorable boy.She was aware of his participation in the school's volleyball team,and she herself was interested in the sport itself.That sport was kind of the reason they started a conversation in the first place,

Nishinoya-kun from her class was ill and she had been assigned to deliver him his homework but she didn't know where he lived.Fortunately she caught a glimpse of the silver-haired upperclassman a little before he entered the gym.

"Excuse me Sugawara-senpai."she bowed."I'm (l/n) and Nishinoya-kun is in my class,he must be ill so I've been assigned to give him his homework for today but I don't know where he lives."she looked in his kind eyes and smiled awkwardly.

"Ah yes Noya is coming down with fever,I was going to practice and then drop by his house to check on him so you can give me his homework and I'll pass it to him."he smiled back kindly and the girl let out a breath.

"That would be so kind of you,thank you."she passed the file with the papers in it to him and flushed a bit when she briefly touched his hand,unaware of course of the light pink tone his ears had turned to too.

She said goodbye and left the school.

Though the fever Nishinoya came down with was more serious than it seemed,resulting to (f/n) having to deliver his homework for the rest of the week,that itself never happened since her upperclassman insisted that she shouldn't have any contact with an ill person,taking the homework from her each time to deliver it himself after practice.

And that's how their friendship blossomed,from saying hi to the hallways,into small talk and eventually exchanging numbers.The girl became more interested in volleyball and Suga-senpai as she now called him,was ecstatic about it,wanting to teach her the basics he awkwardly asked her to join in the practice where most of his classmates teased him about her when she showed up,making her blush.Oddly enough she liked it a lot there,the atmosphere,the people,and Kiyoko-san suggested that she should become a manager since Kiyoko was a third year and would be leaving after this year.Everyone was keen with the idea and welcomed her with open arms.

Her romantic relationship with Suga-senpai started on the 28th of April when they were both the last ones remaining in the gym on cleaning duty.She was placing the last bar of the metal rods of the net with his help,without even realising that he moved Infront of her the moment the bar was in its' place.Her face locked between his soft hands,plump lips pressed onto hers.

It was now their first practice match with the infamous Aoba Johsai Highschool,now dating with Koushi for almost three weeks (f/n) was a little disappointed because her boyfriend wouldn't be playing.

She really hated seing her team fail miserably against the opponent,she also felt bad for Hinata's anxiety.It all skyrocketed when Hinata hit Kageyama's head when he tried serving.She tightly gripped her boyfriend's hand,his thumb caressing the top of her hand affectionately.

It seemed so after that failure Hinata collected himself and it was a shock for all when he hit that quick they'd been working on with the genius setter.

Surprisingly karasuno won the second set and the team gathered around for a quick talk before they moved onto the next and final set.

She though,had gone to fill her water bottle,while she was returning to the gym she bumbed into a hard surface just before she opened the door to the place.Looking up she was met with a chocolate gaze eating her whole figure up.

"Oh sorry,I didn't see you there."a smug voice said,the eyes still skimming over her.It was only fair if she did the same.

She liked his unruly curly hair,his big hazel eyes,his symmetrical face,his height,the seemingly toned body of his.

He wore a school uniform,but it was different,it looked like it was for volleyball practice.

"Aren't you a little bit late for the match?"she asked and he chuckled.

"Well I was just now in the nurse's office,she had to make sure I was in a good shape to play so I don't injure myself again."he replied and opened the door for her.

"Oh,okay I guess."she slipped in and quickly made her way to the bench.

"Hey you came just in time."her boyfriend smiled at her.The set started and karasuno was in match point pretty quickly.

The boy from the hallway suddenly appeared in the court as a pitch server,a smug smile on his lips once again.He scored two points for his team in no-time but karasuno won in the end.

Still it was surprising how precise the boy's serves were.

The boy appeared to be the captain,she saw Daichi-senpai talk with him and laugh along,when he returned,the captain of the "flightless-crows" told everyone that they had been invited to a house party as a team which was getting started in about two hours.

Most of the team cheered and everyone went back to the vehicle.She returned home,telling her parents that she'd be staying at a friend's for tonight.Being a Friday they allowed it.

The girl showered and blow-dried her hair,applying a little bit of make up.She wore a white tennis skirt and a black karasuno volleyball club jersey with a white collared undershirt underneath.Quickly pulling up her white sneakers,she spritzed a little bit of perfume and fled out of the door.

She met with everyone outside of the school's gym,her boyfriend complimenting her outfit and making her blush.

They all took the bus to the address Daichi-senpai had been sent over a text and after a ten minute walk from the stop,they found the house,already blasting with music and flashing lights.

Tsukishima was about to press the bell but the tall boy,captain of Aoba Johsai's volleyball club opened the door with a smile greeting them all in.The room was spacious,and held a lot of people,some dancing to the electro pop music,some conversing,and others well...you know.

She felt a tug on her right hand,turning to that direction she saw her boyfriend.

"Hey how about I go get us some drinks,I don't trust anyone else."he said and she nodded.

"Yeah but don't be gone for long,I don't see anyone I know."he nodded back and squeezed her hand in response.

She stood alone for a moment,until a presence loomed behind her,a hand turning her around.With a gasp she wad ready to smack whoever did it,but she quickly drew back when she realised it was the boy she bumbed into earlier in the day.

"Hey,where is your team?"he asked her

"I don't know."

"So you're alone?"

"No I'm actually waiting f-"

"Great,come with me I want to dance and Iwa-chan won't join me." who the heck was Iwa-chan?

"I don't even know your name."

"Oikawa,Tōru Oikawa,yours?"

"(l/n),(f/n) (l/n)."

"Cool let's go dance (f/n)-chan!"he said and grabbed her wrist dragging her into the place where sweaty bodies danced to the beat.She internally wheezed at his informality and closeness.

The hand around her wrist guided hers onto the boy's nape.She blushed,not being familiar with anything like this.She kind of felt bad for her boyfriend,but she immediately pushed the thoughts aside,she didn't have to feel anything remotely bad since she wasn't doing anything sinister with the brown-haired male.

"So you're from karasuno huh?"he asked while he put his hands on her waist and started rocking to the music.

"Yeah,I'm a manager for the volleyball club actually."

"Third year?"

"No, second,you?"

"Third."

"Oh,you're pretty good at volleyball by the way,are you going to continue professionally?"

"Thanks,yeah I think so.What do you want to do?"

"I'm interested in psychology and theology so something with these I guess."

"Interesting."

That was all they said as they looked into each other's eyes and danced.It was like that for a while,until a cough interrupted them.They both turned their heads,it was Suga,two cups in his hands.His face didn't show any emotion,the girl unlaced her hands from Tōru's neck and smiled at her boyfriend.

"Hey,took you long enough."she took the cup from his hand and now his free arm sneaked its' way to her waist pulling he close.

"Yeah sorry about that love,a lot of people were waiting to get a drink.Hey Oikawa-san,nice party by the way."their attention shifted to Tōru,his look was the one of surprise but he quickly masked it with smugness.

"Sugawara-chan,nice to see you having fun,thanks."with that he left the couple alone.

The night continued,(f/n) had fun with her boyfriend and classmates,at one point she felt a bit overwhelmed so she opted to go outside for a bit.Upon an arrival at the deck outside,Tōru turned around only to find her,looking back at him.

"We always bump into each other don't we?"he teased and she hummed,joining him to the couch there.

"It really is a nice party."she said and his face turned a little bitter."I'm having fun,are you though?You seem a bit,down."she continued.

"Ah yes,oh it's just that we lost thanks to my absence today but I am having fun don't worry."they stayed silent for a while until he spoke up.

"So are you dating Sugawara-chan?"he said out of the blue and her eyes widened.

"Uh yeah."

"Must be nice."

"I guess,I haven't had much relationship experience to be honest but he's nice."

"Is that what you call your boyfriend,nice?"she frowned.

"What should I call him?He's a good boyfriend."she said plainly.

"Do you like him?" he dared to move closer to her but she didn't notice,and if she did,she didn't comment on it.

"Obviously,I mean I have to in order to be with him don't I?"

"That doesn't sound very convincing,no offense to the guy but he doesn't seem at all spontaneous."

"Koushi isn't spontaneous,he's...good."

"But isn't good boring?"he pressed

"Not particularly,and why do you care?"she pressed back.

"Because from the moment I saw you I haven't been able to get my eyes off you,and I know you do too,I saw the way you shamelessly checked me out when we first met today."he was now facing her front,she could smell the faint scent of cologne and it was intoxicating.

"I,that's not true."she looked everywhere but him.

"Isn't it? The way we danced radiated tension darling,you can't deny that at least."his hand dared to grip her throat harshly,but not hurtfully.Her breath hitched,and she felt her face turning red.His mouth blew breaths onto her face,the scent of mint and a hint of alcohol evident.

It was too intoxicating,the party,the buzz,the alcohol she consumed,him.Without thinking she pressed her lips onto his,and he immediately returned her energy.It wasn't sweet,it was sensual,patches of flesh hungrily devouring each other.

The hand on her throat tightened,and an other went on her thigh,gripping hard,her right arm linked onto his hair.His tongue slipped In her mouth,asserting dominance at an instant.

They made out for a while but it finally downed upon her that she was in a relationship.She unhooked her hand from his hair and pushed him away.He looked taken aback.

"I shouldn't have done that sorry.You're right,I have to break up with him after this,he doesn't deserve it."he was studying her.She stood up,walked to the door and before she entered the noisy party again,she turned to him once more.

"I'll ask Daichi-senpai for your number when I do break up with Koushi,until then,farewell pretty boy."she closed the door.

He smiled stupidly.He truly was a menace to society.

synopsis. after his football teammates suggested that dating other people or letting them set him up with people they know, akaashi keiji thought that it might be a good idea so he can erase his feelings for you. but, late-night skates, usual movie nights, dinner routine, football matches, and gig performances tells him otherwise.

or akaashi keiji finds it hard to keep his feelings at bay when he’s starting to notice that maybe, you might be in love with him as well.

pairing. akaashi keiji/reader

genre. fluff, angst, pining, slow burn, humor

contains. roommates au, friends to lovers au, football player au, tattoo artist au

warnings. alcohol consumption, mention of sexual intercourse (but it’s not detailed), long-haired and pierced akaashi, haikyuu characters that are mentioned in here are part of a football team, wholesome interaction between the hq characters that are part of the football team

word count. 17K

notes. omg it’s finally here! i’m so excited publishing this because it took me so long to finish this and i’ve really worked so hard for this fic :D i would like to thank my ever lovely angel baby nona @aiiishiiiteru​ for beta reading this for me! you were so lovely with your comments and suggestions! your words gave me confidence <3 anyway, if you happen to come across this fic and if you’ve enjoyed it, please don’t hesitate to reblog or give feedbacks <3 reblogs will help me a lot and your feedbakcs will be highly appreciated :D !!! thank you so much <3

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“Is it finished already? Is Keiji done?”

You were panting heavily when Makki, Mattsun, and Suna saw you making your way over to the bleachers. Sitting down beside Suna, your eyes wandered around the vast expanse of the field, trying to catch a glimpse of a certain dark, long-haired guy, but there’s none. So, you turn your head around to look at Suna beside you.

“What? Is it done? Did I miss it?” you asked, worry laced in the tone of your voice.

“Yeah, you did.”

It was Mattsun who answered your question. You thought he’s playing around with you but when you stared at him, arms crossed over his chest, his gaze didn’t falter as it screams nothing but seriousness. Then you feel dread filling your entire body as you mutter countless oh no’s, hand coming up to grasp your forehead as you fish out your phone in your pocket. You didn’t mind Makki chuckling beside his best friend because all you could focus on is to call Akaashi and apologize. After all, you were late for his tryout.

You’re about to dial his number when you heard Makki shouting.

“Akaashi! There you go! Come on!” then he claps his hands like crazy.

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Tooru Oikawa x F!Reader ( part 12 ) [ final ]

❝ my love for him is much like winter, a skeleton for the world to see. too bad he never liked the cold. ❞

description: being the neighbor and lifelong best friend of tooru oikawa definitely had it’s perks. you were never an outcast, always had a seat at lunch, got into volleyball games for free. the problem was, however, that being in love with him outweighed those perks. you would never tell him that, though, even if it hurt like hell.

genre: best friends to lovers, angst, unrequited love, fluff if you squint hard enough

word count: 2,517

warnings/notes: this is it, folks! thank you all for the love and support with this & for welcoming me so warmly to the haikyuu fandom. i cannot wait to write more for kawa or kuroo. thank you all for sticking around for the end! <3

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im glad your opening asks for haikyuu bc not to be a whore or anything but i want to be wrecked and degraded majorly by oikawa. like ill let that man stomp on me of he were real😌

Fanatic [pt. 1] /// Oikawa x f!Reader (18+)

A/N: Skipped ahead in my asks a bit to answer this yummy little req!!

Summary: Oikawa takes advantage of a devoted fan for some stress relief after a bad match. [Part 2]

Warnings: noncon, bullying, degradation, humiliation, manipulation/coercion, crying, basically Oikawa is mean to you, yandere vibes?, shy reader, oral fixation/saliva, all characters adults

You’ve been in love with Oikawa Tōru since you were 14 years old.

Well, love is a strong word—maybe admiration is a better description of the way you feel about him? Or maybe not. Is admiration enough of a reason to attend every game that he’s played for the past 4 years, ignoring the hours of travel and dozens of unexcused school absences? Would admiration explain downloading and rewatching every play and amassing a collection of all his press mentions and magazine articles, to the point where there’s a table in your bedroom devoted to him that your friends have jokingly dubbed the “Oikawa shrine”? Was it admiration that made you transfer high schools in the middle of your third year just so you could join the Aobajohsai cheering squad?

No, the word you’re looking for isn’t admiration. It’s fanaticism. Look, you’re not proud to be such a die-hard, but you can’t help it. It’s not even romantic for you. You’ve never wanted to be his girlfriend. The look of joy on his face when he scores is all the reciprocation you need for your feelings.

You’re not an admirer, you’re a fan. You could watch Oikawa score points until the end of time—which is why your heart breaks a little bit every time he loses.

Really, you just want to cheer him up. Is that so wrong?

“Do I know you?” Oikawa’s head is cocked to the side, but he couldn’t look less interested. You fidget under his stare—he’s even taller in person than he looks on the court—and wonder if maybe it was a bad idea to wait in the hallway for him like this. It’s not like you were trying to corner him or anything, you just wanted a chance to tell him not to worry about losing the match.

When you can’t find the voice to answer, Oikawa’s eyes narrow and he leans in toward you a fraction. “Oh…wait. I’ve seen you before. You’re on the cheering squad, aren’t you? That third-year transfer? You’re in Makki’s class.”

You nod rapidly. Who knew it would be so hard to talk to him in person? You really should have rehearsed what you were going to say.

“So…” he prompts.

“Um, I—“ Why is your mouth so dry? “—I just, I wanted to say, I mean I know you lost but, well—“

“Spit it out.” He’s not smiling. In fact, he looks annoyed. You’ve pretty much only ever seen him beaming out of your TV screen or concentrating during a game, so this is new.

And how can you blame him? Aobajohsai just lost brutally on a block from his serve, and now he has to deal with this random fangirl who can’t untangle her tongue long enough to eke out a full sentence. You’re an idiot. “I—sorry, I just wanted to say as a fan that you looked really cool out there! So don’t—don’t worry about…you know. Um, losing.”

He looks at you a second too long, and inside you’re kicking yourself. Just your luck that the first time you meet your idol in person, you’re incapable of talking to him like a human being. But after a long moment passes, he rocks back on his heels and smiles, his face so neutral and handsome that it’s hard to even remember he was almost glaring at you a moment ago. “What’s your name?”

“Um, it’s (Y/N)…”

“(Y/N)? Ah, okay. Thank you.” Oikawa tilts his head back and runs his fingers through his bangs, and your eyes trace the motion unwillingly. His hair is damp from his post-game shower, dripping cold water onto the towel draped over his shoulders. “To be honest, I’m in a bad mood right now.”

“Oh, well—of course! I mean, no one would expect you to be happy, not after you just lost.” Stop rambling. “And, you know, you should take time to think but if there’s something—anything I can do to help—“

His eyes glint and he takes a step toward you, close enough that you have to tip your head back to meet his gaze. “Anything? You’ll do anything?”

There’s something about the way he says anything that makes you want to take it back. But how could you? You’re his #1 fan. You’d do his laundry for a month if he told you it would make him feel better. Your chin bobs up and down in agreement.

“Really? Thanks, (Y/N)! I think there’s something you can do to help me out.” Your cheeks flush pink at his praise, and you’re so thrilled that you barely even notice him grabbing your upper arm with a grip so tight it hurts. You do, however, notice when he starts steering you down the hallway into into the men’s bathroom.

“Um…I think this is the men’s room,” you tell him nervously as he folds the two of you into a single stall.

“Don’t worry, there’s no one in here.” Oikawa backs you into the stall before turning and sliding the lock shut with a click.

“But why are we—ah?” Your statement is cut off abruptly as Oikawa reaches toward you, immobilizing your jaw so he can forcefully shove two fingers into your mouth. You don’t want to hurt him, so you stop yourself from indulging your immediate impulse and biting down. What are you doing? you try to ask, but with Oikawa holding your mouth open the question comes out as a series of unintelligible gurgles.

When your frantic gaze meets his, he looks…different. He’s smiling, but it’s not the innocent grin he shows to the press or his teammates or his fans. There’s something wrong with his eyes.

It takes you a second to place the emotion, but when you do a chill passes through you. Oikawa looks angry.

Your arms twitch at your side—should you try to pry his hand out of your mouth?—but before you can make a move his other hand pushes your shoulder into the door of the bathroom stall. You can’t move. You can’t break his grip. He’s so much stronger than you.

What is happening?

“Hey, want to know something?” As he speaks, his fingers swirl around your mouth invasively. “When I saw you in the hall, you looked really…pathetic.”

Pathetic? It’s nothing you haven’t said to yourself, but hearing it from the man you’ve idolized since you were in middle school is agonizing. You try to swallow down your unhappiness, but you can’t—not while Oikawa is still forcing your jaw open.

“Yeah…” he says, an air of dark amusement coming over him. “Waiting for me and begging for my attention like a little puppy dog. Thinking you’re going to make me feel better. What did you say you’d do for me?”

You said you’d do anything. How were you supposed to know he’d meant…whatever this is?

“Anything, right? You said you’d do anything for me?” His fingers probe deeper into your mouth. “Can you try to say it?”

“Eh— An— hin—“ you choke out, well aware that you’re not making sense. Your eyes squeeze shut so you can concentrate on not gagging.

“Mm-mm, not quite. You’re not trying hard enough.”

You try again, but you can’t make your mouth form the right syllables. Why is he asking you to do this? Why are you letting him?

And why is his knee nudging your legs apart?

The effort of trying to speak with your mouth held open is making your jaw ache, and you can’t stop your saliva from spilling over your lip and onto your chin. Oikawa’s thumb leaves your mouth to wipe the drool off your face. “That’s kind of disgusting. Can’t speak in full sentences, can’t control yourself…what exactly are you good for?”

Your cheeks burn and you almost want to cry. It’s not your fault you can’t swallow properly. You shouldn’t be tolerating this, you should just bite down and make him deal with the consequences…but you know you won’t.

“Say ahh,” Oikawa tells you, tipping your head back to face his. He’s leaning in—wait, is he going to kiss you? No way, that’s impossible. Why would he be so mean to you and then turn around and treat you nicely? Still, you can’t keep your stupid heart rate from speeding up as he gets closer and closer, his eyes never leaving yours—

Until he spits. Directly into your open mouth.

His saliva feels disgusting—warm and sticky and foreign as it sits on your tongue. Oikawa releases his hold on your jaw but you don’t move, instead just standing there with your back to the stall door, staring at him in shock. Your mouth hangs open like you’re…showing it to him or something. What are you supposed to do? Spit it back out? Or—

“Swallow.”

You shake your head. You don’t want to swallow. You don’t want to have his spit in your mouth at all. If you think of it as if the two of you had kissed, it’s not even that bad, but you didn’t kiss. He did this to you to make you feel filthy, and it’s working. There are tears springing up in your eyes, and you’re certain it wouldn’t take much for them to fall.

But he’s not moving, he’s not letting you past him, and you can’t keep your mouth open forever. Maybe if you do this you can apologize for…whatever you did that made him so angry, and he’ll let you leave. Logically, you know that swallowing his spit shouldn’t feel any different from your own, but it does.

Oikawa watches the movement of your mouth and throat carefully as you give up and swallow. This is weird…the whole situation is strange. It’s not like him to do these things to a fan, but he’d been upset about the match and you just showed up and said all the wrong things so sincerely that he was caught off guard by how much he wanted to bully you. There’s something about the contrast between then and now—your shy, eager expression when you were rambling to him in the hallway versus you swallowing his spit looking like a kicked puppy—that he finds adorable.

Adorable? Yeah, adorable. Your pitiful face is so cute it’s making him hard.

Well, what do you know. Looks like you’re going to help his bad mood after all.

“I guess that’s one thing your mouth is good for,” Oikawa says. Your eyes jerk up to meet his and then slide off to the side. You can’t even look at him. He’s grinning at you—laughing at you. He’s enjoying this.

“I don’t—“ You have to stop mid-sentence to swallow again, trying to pretend your mouth doesn’t feel repulsive inside. “I don’t understand? I just wanted to cheer you up…”

“Did you?” Oikawa steps back and tilts his head to the side again like he’s assessing you. “Let me guess. You’re trying to get fucked, aren’t you? Saw me on TV and thought this was your chance to try out the real thing in person? You’re not the first.”

“That’s not true!”

“Are you sure? You’re saying you never wanted me?”

You shake your head from side to side, but you can’t muster a verbal denial. Your intentions had been innocent when you approached him, but the truth is…you’ve thought about it. You’re not one of those fans who thinks they’re destined to fall in love with their idol, but it would be a lie to say you’ve never…fantasized, late at night when you’re by yourself, about him kissing you and touching you and treating you like a princess. And when the fantasies get a little more heated, you have a habit of letting your hands drift down between your legs…

In your imagination, Oikawa is kind. Gentle. He cares for you. It couldn’t be farther from the truth.

“I don’t believe you,” he says, and he reaches up under your skirt to rub roughly against your panties. “This pussy is begging to get filled up.”

“Wha— You’re wrong—“ Your hands are trembling when you grip Oikawa’s shoulders, intending to push him away from you, but then the fingers prodding at your panties find your clit through the fabric and it’s all you can do to stay standing up. “Haahh…wait…”

“Wow, you’re soaking through your panties. I spit in your mouth, and you’re getting off? What kind of dumb girl…”

“No I’m not!” But the truth is slicking onto Oikawa’s long fingers as he rubs the length of your slit. The friction of your damp panties between his index finger and your sweet spot is excruciating. Your toes curl inside your shoes, and you’re only half aware of the way your vice-like grip on Oikawa’s shirt is actually pulling him closer.

“Dumb…stupid little slut…trying to deny it but you want me to fuck you, don’t you? You wanna cum?” His breathing is getting heavier along with yours as his fingers swirl around your sweet spot. “Gonna cum for a man you barely know? Tell me you want it.”

“Ah—I—no, I—“ You bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning. Whether or not you can admit it, you’re not going to be able to stop yourself if he keeps touching you like this…

Except that he doesn’t. He pulls his hand out from under your skirt with you right on the edge, leaving you aching and tense and so frustrated that you want to hit him. “You-You’re stopping?”

“You don’t get to cum. You don’t deserve it.” He studies you for a minute—your flushed cheeks, rumpled clothing, and the unadulterated despair written across your face—and then places his hands on your shoulders and pushes you down. “Get on your knees.”

With him forcing you down, your knees buckle easily and smack against the bathroom floor, sending a spike of pain up through your legs. Your natural aversion to touching the floor of a men’s bathroom is overruled by the knowledge of what he’s asking (not that he’s asking) you to do to him, and you scramble backward until the back of your head raps against the side of the stall. The sharp impact stuns you for a second, and Oikawa wastes no time in twisting his fingers through your hair and dragging your face toward his crotch.

His dick is already out, stiff and throbbing red while he pushes your cheek into it. You try to recoil, but Oikawa isn’t letting you get away. “Open up, (Y/N). I’m going to put that mouth to good use for once.”

It’s hard to shake your head with Oikawa’s fingers in your hair, but you manage, at least enough that he understands your refusal. He clicks his tongue, the gesture almost playful. “You said you’d do anything to make me feel better. Was that a lie? You were fine with me fingering you—don’t tell me you’re going to back out now.”

That’s not fair. You don’t want to do this. He’s being so mean to you.

“Anything…” Oikawa says in sing song. The hand that was tugging your hair lets up a bit and he combs through it gently. It’s the first remotely kind thing he’s done to you.

You wish you had the guts to tell him to leave you alone. You wish you were confident enough that you wouldn’t take his insults to heart. But you’re spineless, and whatever courage you possessed before this has already been crushed. So you open your mouth.

Oikawa’s cock is…salty, already dripping with precum while he nudges it onto your tongue. He slowly leans his hips forward into you, pushing a little deeper into the irresistible warmth of your mouth. His hand, gently cradling the back of your head, doesn’t push you down, but it doesn’t let you pull back either.

Ah, this is wrong…it’s fucked up that he’s getting off on this. Regardless of what he said earlier, he’s well aware that he’s the deviant here. Your misery and shame really shouldn’t be a turn-on for him. But it had been such a bad loss, and he’d been in such a nasty mood, and the feeling of your tongue squirming against the head of his cock is really taking the stress right out of him.

Maybe he deserves this. You’re his new favorite method of stress relief.

“Mm…yeah…yeah, stay still like that and let me use you…that’s all you’re good for.” His voice gets progressively huskier as he fucks your mouth, his cock getting a bit deeper into your throat every time he tilts his hips into you. He’s so thick and heavy between your lips that even if your jaw wasn’t already sore from how he held it earlier, it’d still be aching now.

By the time his cock hits the back of your throat, you’re trying to push his thighs away from you. It’s useless, though—even with just a single hand in your hair, he has no trouble keeping you exactly where he wants you. His cock is just as big as the rest of him, and he’s almost triggering your gag reflex even with just half of it in your mouth.

Oikawa thrusts again and the head of his cock hits the back of your throat, making you seize up around him and earning a grunt from him. “Fuck…that felt good, do it again.” He holds you down and pushes himself deeper, forcing you to dry gag around the heavy mass filling up your throat.

The way you’re twitching against him must feel good—you can tell by his huffs of breath and the half-coherent backhanded compliments about how how were made to suck cock. His huge hand is rigid in your hair, fingernails scratching thoughtlessly into your scalp. “Yeah…taking me so deep, you really are a whore aren’t you? My personal cheerleader cocksleeve…gonna wait for me after every game and take my cock just like this? You know, maybe I’ll fuck you before I play…I think I’ll hit better if I know you’re in the stands cheering me on with my cum dripping out of your pussy…”

You want to be somewhere else, anywhere where you’re not forced to listen to him tell you how worthless you are while you hold back your gag reflex. Your jaw is cramping, and your pussy is still traitorously wet and unsatisfied. Is what he’s saying true? Are you really that useless? Why is it so wrong that you like—you liked him? Why are you being punished for being his fan?

Oikawa looks down when he feels your hands stop pushing at his thighs. Repressing a growl of annoyance, he pulls your head back off his dick so he can haul your body up and meet your eyes. God, you’re wrecked—hair mussed and tangled, spit dripping down your chin, eyes rimmed with red—and you’re crying. He feels a tug in his abdomen while you sniff and try to wipe your tears away. “You look ugly when you cry.”

The insult brings a fresh wave of tears to your eyes and you furiously rub at your eyes and nose, but you’re only smearing the tears around. She’s not really an ugly crier, Oikawa thinks looking at you. In fact, you look oddly appealing with your nose all red and teardrops hanging off your eyelashes.

“I-I w-wanna leave—I wanna stop,” you whimper out between sobs.

“Oh...oh, did I hurt your feelings?” Oikawa folds your limp body into his arms and you hate yourself for taking comfort in him and melting into his chest. “It’s okay, it’s okay. Don’t cry.”

“I-I-I—“

“Shh, shh.” He rubs your back in slow circles, steadying your trembling form. “You can’t be so loud, someone will hear. And besides…I’m not done.”

What?

Before you can understand what he said, Oikawa pushes you back down and palms his still-hard weeping cock. “I was looking forward to cumming in your mouth, you know? Since you’re so good at swallowing. I was going to make you show it to me first. But now—I guess you can’t take that, huh? My personal cheerleader is a little too fragile today! That’s okay though, we can save it for next time.” His voice is excited and his eyes are wide with boyish exuberance while his hand pumps up and down the length of his cock.

He’s jacking off. On you.

You try to move out of the way, but once again he holds you in place. “Stop that, you don’t want to cause…a mess…ugh, fuck!”

It’s all you can do to close your eyes and screw up your face before the breath leaves him and he lurches forward. You feel it rather than see it, just like when he spat in your mouth—a hot sticky liquid, this time soaking onto your skin…through…your shirt.

You open your eyes and there it is, a smear of off-white liquid staining your plain green cheering T-shirt.

He came on your clothes. He came on your clothes. He came on your clothes.

“Oi, Oikawa!” There’s an audible bang as the door of the bathroom is slammed open and someone—no, two people—walk inside. A shiver passes through you and you chance a look up at Oikawa, whose gaze is trained on the closed stall door as he tucks his spent cock back into his pants.

“Oikawa?” another voice calls out. “You in here? The bus is waiting for you.”

“Yeah, I’m in here,” he says. You shoot a terrified glance at him, bidding him to keep quiet, but he just winks back at you. As if you’re sharing some fun secret and not hiding with tears in your eyes and semen spilling down your chest.

There are two sharp knocks on the stall door, and it’s all you can do to hold back your squeal of shock. “Hurry up and get out, dumbass. What the hell have you been doing this whole time? Everyone’s waiting for you.”

“Sorry, sorry—“ He pulls you up one more time, this time by the back of your collar like a kitten, and reaches for the door lock despite your best efforts to shake your head violently and telepathically communicate please please please don’t open it— “but I promise I had a good reason. See for yourself.”

You’re seriously considering kicking him in his bad knee and making a run for it, but as always his instincts outpace yours by miles. When the door swings open, Oikawa pushes you out in front of him and directly into the person standing in front of the stall. Who is it? Tall, tan, spiky dark hair—you’ve never spoken, but you know from your extensive practice observing the Aobajohsai volleyball team that it’s Iwaizumi Hajime, vice captain and Oikawa’s best friend. His arms move up to grab you by reflex, steadying you before you’re forced to crash into him.

“Wha—“ Iwaizumi looks just as startled as you feel. Behind him, Hanamaki—the third-year wing spiker who’s in the same class as you—is wearing a similar expression of surprise. For a moment, everything is perfectly still: Iwaizumi holding you by your upper arms, Oikawa grinning back at you from the stall, Hanamaki watching all three of you with an eyebrow raised—

And then, like a scene from a horror movie playing out in slow motion, two pairs of eyes move from your disheveled face down, inch by inch, until both Iwaizumi and Hanamaki are staring at the cum stain on your shirt.

They recognize what it is immediately. Hanamaki grimaces in disgust and Iwaizumi drops your arms like he’s been burned. “Ugh, that’s fucking nasty. You couldn’t wait til we got back to campus?”

“Nah, my little cheerleader was too impatient. I can’t say no to her.” Your gaze swings back to Oikawa in betrayal, but he looks as effortlessly flippant as ever, no evidence of the lie on his face. He steps out from the stall and wraps an arm around your waist, tugging you closer against your will.

The awkwardness in the air is so thick you can barely breathe, but you’re not the only one affected. Hanamaki is resolutely avoiding looking at either of you and Iwaizumi looks like he can’t decide whether to be angry or disgusted. “I mean…still…you shouldn’t be causing trouble for the rest of the team.”

“Hear that, (Y/N)?” Oikawa pats your waist without releasing his grip. “Say sorry to Iwa and Makki.”

You want to escape. You want to run. You want to faint, even, because at least if you fainted you wouldn’t have to experience this humiliation.

“S-Sorry. I’m sorry for c-causing trouble.” The apology comes out hoarse from your raw throat, as if it wasn’t obvious enough that you’d had a cock stuffed down it just a few minutes ago. You duck down into a bow, hating Oikawa almost as much as you hate yourself.

Aaaand, you’re crying again. As soon as you feel the tear trickle down your cheek you swipe at it furiously, but with all attention in the room trained on you it’s impossible that they didn’t see it.

“Look, Iwa, you made her cry!” Oikawa easily pushes your hand down and his takes its place, dabbing at the tears spilling down your cheeks.

To Iwaizumi’s credit, he looks even more horrified at the fact that you’re crying than he did at the cum stain. He steps toward you a bit and then thinks better of it and moves back again, hands gesturing aimlessly in the air. “Whoa! Hey, it’s fine! It’s fine, okay? It was probably this loser’s fault more than yours anyway, I know what a dog he is.”

You have no idea. You gulp and try to stifle your tears. Oikawa’s constant contact (his thumb stroking your face, the arm pulling insistently at your waist—something about it is almost possessive) isn’t helping your anxiety.

“Can we get going?” Hanamaki says after a long moment. “They’re waiting for us.”

Iwaizumi scratches his head and looks at you. “Ah…sorry (Y/N), but I think the cheer squad bus already left.”

“She can ride with us, can’t she?” Oikawa says.

You don’t want to ride with them, but what’s your other option? Take the train for hours with a cum stain right in the middle of your shirt? On the other hand, that might be better than spending another second in Oikawa’s presence. “I...I can take the train…”

Then again, you don’t know why you’re bothering to have this internal debate at all. It’s not like he’s going to give you a choice.

“Don’t be stupid. You’re coming with me.” You flinch at the insult and then regret it, hoping the others didn’t notice.

“Ah, I guess that’s fine,” Iwaizumi says. “By the way, do you…want a clean shirt? I have an extra in my bag…”

He doesn’t meet your eyes as he says it, which is fine because you’re pretty sure you’re incapable of doing so either. Still, you open your mouth to say yes, awkwardness be damned. You’d do anything to get out of this filthy shirt—

“She’s fine,” Oikawa interrupts.

Iwaizumi frowns and looks to you for confirmation, but you can feel Oikawa’s oppressive stare pinning you in place and preventing you from disagreeing. You’re so weak. Pathetic. Just like he said.

You nod shakily to Iwaizumi and he sighs. “Whatever. Let’s just go.”

The three of them file out of the bathroom and for one hopeful moment you think they’re going to leave you there and you’ll never have to see Oikawa again.

But since when do you have that kind of luck?

“(Y/N)? Come.”

It probably sounds like a request to Hanamaki and Iwaizumi, but you know it’s not. It’s an order.

And you follow.

➠ [Part 2]

— dreaming of y/n cheating on them even though they're not in a relationship

featuring! : kageyama, oikawa, bakugou, monoma, karma, asano, gojo, megumi

summary! : they have a dream of you cheating on them and completely forgets that you two are just friends

warnings! : cursing, lots of shouting, Asano lowkey being Draco Malfoy, mentions of homicide on behalf of Karma Akabane

a/n! : this ain't my original idea :)

Tobio Kageyama

the second he enters the gym he shouts "Y/N BOKE!" while stomping towards you with a frown on his face

you're one of their managers

everyone is confused asf

"DON'T YOU EVER DARE CHEAT ON ME! DON'T YOU KNOW HOW SCARED I WAS WHEN I HAD A DREAM THAT YOU CHEATED ON ME?!" He shouts

confusion shot through your body as you nervously rubbed your cheek

"but Kageyama-kun we aren't dating" you answered

Kageyama's face turned red out of embarrassment while everyone in the gym bursts out in laughter

"WOW I SHOULD HAVE RECORDED THIS" - Tanaka

"WHAT A NICE WAY TO CONFESS YOUR UNDYING LOVE FOR YOUR QUEEN KING!" - Tsukishima

You chuckled slightly as you patted Kageyama's shoulder

"Feelings are mutual Kageyama-kun wanna go on a date?" you ask with a shy smile on your face

silence

just silence

a few minutes later Kageyama was like "o-of course! but don't cheat on me"

Tooru Oikawa

you're iwa's sister in here

"IWA-CHANN" Oikawa shouts as he dramatically entered the gym

"Y/N-CHAN IS CHEATING ON ME!"

you're their manager btw

you shot him a 'what the fuck' look when you heard him. head turning to his direction looking at him as if he was crazy

"the fuck you talking about shittykawa?!" Iwaizumi growls angrily "you're not even dating my sister"

oh..right

*laughs nervously*

everyone bursts out of laughter. Makki and Mattsun on the floor wiping their tears. Kunimi hitting Kindaichi's arm. Kindaichi laughing but also being in pain bc of Kunimi. Yahaba trying to catch his breath. Mad Dog standing in the corner with a small teasing smile on his face

"iWaA-cHaNnN" Makki mocks

"y/N-cHaNNn iS cHEatiNg oN mEeeE" Mattsun continues

his face turns pale as he stared at the ceiling

you snicker and stand up "damn this sure is a way to say you love me" you say letting out an exaggerated sigh

everyone laughs more. Iwa lowkey teasing Oikawa about it

Oikawa sulks in the corner but everyone freezes at your next words

"feelings are mutual don't worry"

Katsuki Bakugou

mf slams his door open. comes down to the common room while stomping like a child who didn't get the toy he wants

"OI SHITTY WOMAN! DON'T YOU FUCKIN' DARE CHEAT ON ME! ESPECIALLY NOT WITH SHITTY HAIR!" he shouts angrily pointing you who was talking to Mina

confused you opened your mouth to say something but he beat you to it

"I HAD A DREAM THAT YOU CHEATED ON ME WITH SHITTY HAIR OK?!" he says "c'mere baby. look I know I'm not sweet and all but...I love you. I love you too much to lose you" he hugs you showing you how much he loves you in front of everyone for them to know you belong to him

that is until...

"Baku-kun we're not dating" you say looking up at him with innocent doe eyes

man's face turned pale as everyone bursts out of laughter

"Y-YOU LITERALLY CONFESSED YOUR UNDYING LOVE FOR HER BAHAHHA" Kaminari says as he continiously hits his fist against the table

"WHO KNEW BAKUBRO WAS SOOOO ROMANTIC?" Sero teases

"c'MeRE bAbY. lOoK i kNOw i'M nOt sWeET aND-" Bakugo cuts Kirishima off

"SHUT UP! I'LL BLOW ALL OF YOU UP!" He shouts

you snicker and put a hand on Bakugo's shoulder, catching his attention

"Let's go on a date and once you ask me out you'll have the privilege to call me yours and tell me not to cheat on you"

Neito Monoma

mf really slammed his hands on your desk the moment he entered the classroom grabbing everyone's attention

"Ok listen here pretty girl, you." he points at you "are mine" he points at himself "and no one. absolutely no one can take you away from me!"

he sighs as he received weird looks from the others. "I had a dream that you cheated on me"

you looked at him confused

"Monoma...we're not dating" you answered awkwardly

his face turns pale as an awkward tension filled the room

some were coughing awkwardly, some were checking the time on their watch or phone every 10 seconds and some were whistling while their eyes drifted everywhere but you or Monoma

ok some are trying their hardest not to laugh but the awkward tension is literally flowing around the room and bouncing against the walls

"so uhh..you love me?..or something?" you ask

Monoma sighs before nodding "there's no use in denying it anyways"

Kendo smiles. Happy that Monoma finally got to confess his feelings but she was worried about you

how would you react?

do you feel the same? hopefully yes

would it- her thoughts were cut off when you spoke

you chuckled and looked up at him "that's nice to hear..feelings are mutual don't worry"

Karma Akabane

you were walking up the hill with Rio ; who was teasing you about your crush on Karma

"Y/N L/N-CHAN!" Karma shouted while running towards you and Rio

Rio flashed you her signature teasing smirk

fucking devil

"WHAT DOES ASSANO HAVE THAT I DON'T?!" Karma asked while frowning making you and Rio confused

"sorry..nevermind. I just had a dream that you cheated on me with Asano..but you'll never do that right?" He turns to you with pleading eyes

"please tell me you won't. I can't lose you Y/n-chan I love you too much. I swear I'm commiting homicide if you cheat on me" He says with his hands on his hips

Rio turns to you

"you guys are dating?" She asks with his brows furrowed

you shook your head while laughing nervously

"Karma-kun..we're not....." you trailed off with your eyes glued to the ground

there was an awkward silence between the three of you for a few minutes before Rio bursts out laughing

"BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA H-HE HAHAHAHA HE ACCIDENTALLY CONFESSED TO YOU"

Karma's face turned red "s-shit...ok uhh FORGET I SAID ANYTHING BYE-"

he was about to run away to save himself from the embarrassment but you gripped his wrist

you smiled warmly at him "I love you too"

he smiled back. hands finding their way to your waist pulling you close to him. and just as he was about to kiss you

"can you not? I'm still standing right here you assholes" Rio says

Gakushuu Asano

you're in class 3 a

so everyone was peacefully chatting and conversing with their friends

you and your friends on the other hand are talking about crushes. so when one of your friends asked who you like a little too loud for the whole class to hear everyone's attention was on you

"don't lie you bitch" one of your friends teased

blushing slightly you rubbed your neck as your eyes flickered around the room "uhm...Asano i guess" you muttered loud enough for everyone to hear

they started cheering and teasing you. that is until a certain strawberry blonde haired boy entered

he walked towards you with a frown. everyone watching intensely

"you." he pointed at you "don't ever cheat on me I swear my father will hear about it and will expel whoever they are."

everyone deadpanned

didn't you just say you like him???

wtf???

what the hell was going on?

you coughed awkwardly and looked away from him "but we're not dating Asano-kun"

the rest of the big 5 bursts out laughing while some students tried to keep in their laughter as a slightly awkward tension filled the room

"fuck" he mutters. face turning red out of embarrassment

"looks like feelings are mutual eh?" Ren smirked

now it was Asano's turn to be confused

"huh?" he muttered. head tilted to the side

"L/n likes you you moron!" Tomoya laughed out

"well..We're dating now then" Asano says turning to you

Satoru Gojo

he was talking to Nanami about it

yes this mf is alive

"You know..I had a dream that Y/n cheated on me with I don't know who then I got mad and woke up first thing"

and as if on cue you entered

"hey guy-" Gojo cuts you off "YOU WON'T CHEAT ON ME RIGHT?!"

you tilted your head to the side confused

cheat on him?

where tf is he getting this?

"I had a dream that you cheated on me but you won't right? RIGHT?!"

you stared at him weirdly before Nanami spoke

"why would she cheat on you? you guys are not even dating" he pointed out

he paled

his lips turning into a thin line as his arms that was all over the air fell

"oh" he muttered

tilting your head you asked "are you like.. in love with me? or something?"

he gulped as you and Nanami stared at him

"uhhhh...i uhm i really no- i"

Nanami lets out a frustrated sigh before rubbing his palms on his face

"yes he does, otherwise he won't be making a big deal out of that dream"

Gojo's face turned red. Sweat forming in his palms as he let out a nervous laugh

you let out a giggle before smiling "no need to worry. I feel the same"

Megumi Fushiguro

it was during the time y'all were playing baseball

he accidentally fell asleep on your shoulder

but you let him be

everyone besides you was playing while he was peacefully sleeping

then suddenly

"Y/N NO!" He shouted. eyes shooting open as jolted up from his sleeping position on your shoulder or head if he's taller than you

everyone's attention was now on the two of you

"idiot are you alright or what?" Nobara asked raising a brow

he looked around and when his eyes landed on you he hugged you

you felt wet dropplets falling to your baseball uniform

wait what?

dropplets? is he-

"Megumi..are you crying?" you asked your hand rubbing his back

everyone walked towards you two concerned

"i..i had a dream that- that you cheated on me" he says sadness evident in his voice "y-you won't do that right?"

you smiled softly. hands holding his face as you shook your head

"of course not!" you pecked his lips "i love you and only you alright?"

he smiled and nodded

y'all were getting in the moment. sweet and romantic tension filling the air

and then..

"you guys..are dating?" Nobara asks

you and Megumi turned to them pale faced

"tuna tuna" Inumaki mutters

"BAHAHAHAHA I-IS THIS WHAT YOU CALL FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS?!" Itadori laughs out

everyone joined along laughing at you and Megumi who's pale faced and embarrassed

"b-but hey! at least we know that we both feel the same way!" you argued as Megumi nodded in agreement

all credits go to kamisbunny 2021 do not copy or repost