Hes A Tired Boy (blurb)

he’s a tired boy (blurb)

CW: smut, rimjob & handjob.

The urge to take care of your tired hardworking boyfriend (Osamu Miya or Nanami Kento) after a particularly long day of work. He wants to fuck you good like he usually does but you won’t let him have his way today. Instead you give him a long hot bath with a good thorough scrub that has him smelling like flowers and leaves his skin feeling so soft. And then you give him a massage that has him seeing stars and of course you can’t resist giving him a happy ending resulting in you eating his ass while vigorously rubbing his rock hard cock reducing him to a moaning mess. After all that, you casually lead him to the kitchen to spoon feed him and whisper sweet words that make him blush. And as he sits there, basking in all the love, he can’t help but be thankful for you. That and think of a way to make it up to you, his perfect little wife.

in parallel universe, your favorite fictional character is real and you are fictional and he is reading fanfics about you, kicking his feet in the air and giggling.

Accent(s)

CW: angst, no comfort

“Divorce”. It was said funny. Your husband knew you were French and had a little accent with certain words, you had warned him, but he only rarely heard that little accent but it just made it even more special. He cherished the few words you would say with your adorable accent. Squirrel was one of them. No effort on that one. You’d just say “skwi-rel” and call it a day. He laughed so hard the first time he cried. Then there was “hierarchy”. And after that “throughout”. The little accent mishaps were so precious to your husband. It was like he was the only one who truly knew you. He was the sole guardian of your secrets. Of course those had to stay secret because you get embarrassed easily. Today, as you utter for the first time in 10 years of being happily married the word divorce. Your husband can’t help the bittersweet taste forming in his mouth and feel the loathe in his heart. He loathes that you said the word, but he loathes himself even more for breaking your heart to the point of making you drop to your knees with tears filled eyes. You were never one to show negative emotions. You kept those to yourself. You thought that showing your tears to anyone was an admission of weakness and you were nothing short of mighty. He had traded an amazing partner for a few minutes of fun. He felt flattered a younger woman . And here he was, as you went back to the impassible facade you once had when you first met with your husband. A facade he took so long to break in. A facade that had kept you safe from people like him. 

She’s a ice cold b**ch (Pt2)

CW: Angst, confusion, suggestive but no NSFW.

But that would have to wait. As you were tossing to finally rest, you received a call and it wasn’t any call. The ID said Nekuroo. Very bad word play but you loved it and it made you giggle so hard when you found it. Kuroo and you had been messing around for a while now. You met in college where you first started as academic rivals and it slowly morphed into a “rivals with benefits”kind of situations? He was the only one who knew about your little tricks to keep people at arm length and saw right through what it was: bullshit. But he liked what y’all had and didn’t feel like rocking the boat. The phone rung twice before you get up and started rushing to the bathroom. The call was a heads up he was a few blocks away from your apartment. You took off your bonnet and your hydrating mask, heart breaking a little because that shit was too expensive to be wasted. As you you were brushing your hair and taking off your night guard you thought about how good Kuroo had been rocking your world and you couldn’t help but wonder why it had been happening less and less. Maybe was he here to end things with you? Maybe he had found someone who actually wants something other than REALLY GOOD sex and dinners on the days you weren’t too tired? The bell ringing brought you back to reality and you made your way to the door. When you opened you found the same smirk and knowing look on his oh so handsome face. “Hey pretty” “Hello stranger”. He closed the door behind him and what followed left you just as confused as you were after the Atsumu situation.

It had been a 3 days after your little slip up and you had been avoiding your favorite himbo like the plague. Obviously it’s not the most mature way to go about with things but you had no idea what those were so you stuck with your usual protocol. On the 4th day, as you got there earlier, you decided to lay out the equipment for everyone and arrange the training session of the day. As you were finishing the guys started to arrive closely followed by the coach. As you were taking a seat in the office overlooking the court, you got cornered by Atsumu who closed the door behind him. He stood there looking pretty annoyed and sad? “ I dont think you’re weak because you showed me you could be vulnerable.” You furrowed your eye brows.  HOW was he doing that?! Knowing exactly how you felt and how you were wired? So you just stood there. Looking at him with a stunned face. A few seconds later you were miraculously saved by Iwaizumi barging in the office to ask you about an important contract you had to sign and drag Atsumu out of your office to train. Exactly what you needed, a fucking breather after all these things…

As promised, part 2. I have to finish this in under 5 parts cause I can feel the quality of those just 📉. Please let me know in the comment if you enjoy these.

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