PART 1 :>

ᵀᴼᴷᵞᴼ ᴿᴱᵛ ᶜᴴᴬᴿᴬᶜᵀᴱᴿˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᵀᴴᴱᴵᴿ ᴸᴼᵛᴱ ᴸᴬᴺᴳᵁᴬᴳᴱˢ PART 1 :>

ᶜᴴᴬᴿᴬᶜᵀᴱᴿˢ- Mikey, Draken, Inui <33

💌ᴺᴼᵀᴱˢ- This idea was soo fun to do so this will be a multiple part kind of thing. Tysmmm @trixminx for writing this with me I had so much fun and can’t wait to start part 2 💕💕 (we did this on google docs and there are bloopers of us just being stupid yall lemme know if ya wanna see those too oke oke baiiii)

ᵂᴬᴿᴺᴵᴺᴳˢ- None loves 😫💕

Sano Manjiro (Mikey) ➤ Words of Affirmation

Mikey loves everything about you

You’re his home, his protector, the love and light of his life

He just can’t say it

He tries so hard as well </3

Probably has a plethora of nicknames and petnames for you which are the most unheard of like ‘my silk pillowcase’ or ‘ my lil lampshade’ 🥺

‘I think you look like a sexy motorcycle VROOM VROOM’

He tries to be cute and says ‘UwU no one else could come up with half the names I come up with sweets’ but gets mad when he hears Takamichi stole a name for Hina >:( Originality: lost.

Really appreciates a s/o who can communicate their feeling properly

Yall have a little self day talk every month on a Friday or Saturday with lots of snacks and good times after

He likes making his own little language with you even though it makes no sense to anyone but him.

Just tell him he’s pretty and special and how much you need him <3

Overall he cares so so much that there isn’t a normal way for him to say it, ‘A simple love you would be boring, right pretty’ -w-

Ryuguji Ken (Draken) ➤ Acts of Service

At his smol smol age this guy was taking care of mikey, all he knows is service -free up draken man 😔-

He likes to give, he’s a giver ok!!

Although he likes feeling appreciated and being with someone who tries just as much as he does

That’s his bread and butter 😌

It’s hard for him to express his feelings through words so why not use actions to show you his love ❤️

In truth it’s the small things that help nurture his infatuation with you tbh.

You offer to help out at the shop, run a bath for him when he’s tired or sick those lil domestic things UvU

‘Babe did you put my phone on charge before you left x?’

‘Yeah you fell asleep watching Netflix again xx’

Sometimes when both of you are way too tired your both still trying to help the other ‘ lemme make you something to eat real qui-‘ ‘no it’s fine I’m running you a bat-‘ ‘that’s kind and all but I’ve laid out the massage kit and al-‘ you too will keep going on till you both agree to jump in the bath and eat grapes.

Inui Seishu ➤ physical Touch/ Quality Time

Lil meow meow Inui ain’t the loudest in the bunch but you need to remember to give lil meow meow his daily kisses and hugs or he might wilt

This boy is so touched starved please 😫

He loves when you trace over his scar while giving little butterfly kisses and gush about how pretty he is ✨

Ideally a perfect Saturday night for you two is you hands in his hair, him laying in between your legs on tiktok

THIS BOY AIN'T SHY DON'T LET HIM FOOL YOU HE LIVES FOR DRAMA. LOVE AND HIPHOP, KEEPING UP WITH THE KARDASHIANS, RUPAUL YOU NAME IT, HE’LL BE THERE FACE MASK LAID AND ROBE WRAPPED

HE CAN GOSSIP FOR GOD ABOVE AND WILL RIP YOUR DOG AND SISTER APART

He is so easily influenced too sometimes when you come over when it gets quiet and he’s just doing something you’ll hear a lil ‘misssss vangieeee’ ‘MISSSSS VANGIEEEEE’ but he can and will deny it with his life 🌚

‘BABE OH MY GOD THEY SENT LAGANGA HOME HURRY’

‘NO SHE WAS THE HYPE OF THE SEASON!! PAUSE IT IM STILL PISSING’

He loves how he can be himself around you and he hopes you feel the same— spoiler alert you do <33

In the comfort of your home y’all are secretly talking about everyone and their mums it’s a real problem but it’s cute

Live, laugh and loving in heels all day you and lil meow meow try on drag looks on each other, no one said they were good but they were enough for you two

When you’ve been gone for so long and forget to give him his daily lil kiss and cuddle he’s hang around like a cat waiting for food, rolling around and sticking his head in your face until you realize what he wants

‘awww babe you just wanted a hug, why didn’t you say so ☺️’

2022 ©ᴬᴸᴸ ᵂᴼᴿᴷˢ ᴮᴱᴸᴼᴺᴳ ᵀᴼ @xsamuu ᴰᴼ ᴺᴼᵀ ᵀᴿᴬᴺˢᴸᴬᵀᴱ, ᴾᴸᴬᴳᴱᴿᴵᶻᴱ, ᶜᴼᴾᵞ ᴼᴿ ᵁᴾᴸᴼᴬᴰ ᴼᴺ ᵀᵁᴹᴮᴸᴿ ᴼᴿ ᴬᴺᵞ ᴼᵀᴴᴱᴿ ˢᴼᶜᴵᴬᴸ ᴹᴱᴰᴵᴬ

<33

Yeah y’know what time it is gimme some chaotic valentine headcanons for THE SANZU PLS 🌸✨

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『 -ˏˋ𝙑𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚’𝙨 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙯𝙪 ˊˎ 』

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Host Note: Ngl I think Sanzu is the kind of guy to either to go all out for you or totally forget, but writing about nothing isn’t fun so here ya go. I also rushed the end cause I couldn’t find what I wanted to say, but I still think it works 😋.

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♡ This guy showed up late to pick you up but not empty-handed. He came bearing the classics; flowers,chocolates [- you checked if they were laced before eating -] and a stuffed animal, but this guy doesn’t even remember where he left it.

♡ On the way to wherever he has planned he’s compiled enough songs to serenade you with all the way, apparently Sanzu’s a good singer [- said no one EVER -] so good luck with that.

♡ Finally arriving to the place [- bless the heavens -] and it’s a nice restaurant with a rooftop bar for VIPs, inside there were tanks with all sorts of exotic fish and sea life. But that’s not all, if you pay enough, you get seated at the booth where they cook right in front of you which was for Sanzu’s pleasure and yours too.

♡ While eating Sanzu was kissing all up in your hand and arm happy that you were enjoying time with him, while you were happy Sanzu wasn’t finding any chance to shove drugs down his gullet. After a hour or two of good food and company [- I feel like he eats slower when sober -] you both made your way to the roof to clink glasses and drink the night away.

♡ After getting piss drunk and wobbling your ways back to your home [- somehow getting there anyway -] you both were still buzzing from the night and all the alcohol. Crashing inside while sucking each other’s faces off and shuffling up the stairs to the bedroom for the grand closing for your Valentines.✨✨

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I gave you what you wanted now it’s my turn. I just want a late valentines date hcs with Kazu if you will pls <(U3U)>

You wasn’t specific enough so I’m gonna assume you meant he forgot Valentine’s Day and so he repays you with a cute day after Valentine’s Day 🥺🌸

ᴸᴬᵀᴱ ᴸᴼᵛᴱ ᴰᴬᵞ ᵂ/ ᴷᴬᶻᵁᵀᴼᴿᴬ <3

ˢᵁᴹᴹᴬᴿᵞ- sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ ᴅᴇʟɪɴǫᴜᴇɴᴛ ʙᴏʏ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛs ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ’s ᴅᴀʏ 🙄

ᶠᴬᴺᴰᴼᴹ- ᴛᴏᴋʏᴏ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇʀs

💌ᴺᴼᵀᴱˢ- ɪᴛ’s ᴀ ᴠɪʙᴇ ғᴏʀ sᴜʀᴇ 💅🏾 ʜᴇ’s sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ʟɪʟ ᴛʀʏ ʜᴀʀᴅ ɪᴛ’s ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ‘ɪ’ᴍ 𝟸𝟼 ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴍᴍᴀ ᴀᴄᴛ 𝟷𝟺 ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴡʜʏ ɴᴏᴛ 🥺🥺💕✨✨🌸🥲💕🌸💕💕’ nasty -._-. Gn!Reader pronouns not specified

ᵂᴬᴿᴺᴵᴺᴳˢ- ᴄʜᴀᴏᴛɪᴄ, sᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ!! -ɪ ᴅᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴏᴛᴛʏ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴘғғᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴛ sᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ɴᴏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ-

ˢᵀᵞᴸᴱ- H e a d c a n o n s

ᴹᴼᴼᴰ/ᵛᴵᴮᴱ-

ʙᴇsᴛ ᴠɪᴇᴡᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴍᴏʙɪʟᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪᴄᴇs ᴜsɪɴɢ ʀᴀᴠᴇ/ɢᴏᴛʜ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀʟᴇᴛᴛᴇ

ᴵᴺᵀᴱᴿᴬᶜᵀᴵᴼᴺˢ ᴬᴿᴱ ᴬᴾᴾᴿᴱᶜᴵᴬᵀᴱᴰ ᴮᵁᵀ ᴺᴼᵀ ᴺᴱᶜᴱˢˢᴬᴿᵞ <33

He knew you’d be pissed so he doesn’t come up with any excuse or explanation as to why five hundred white doves didn’t drop freshly picked rose petels down your front drive paving a bridge to your eventual husband

No explanation as to WHY Kazutora Hanemiya didn’t greet you with an expensive bouquet of flowers and a surprise picnic in the woods cheap ass

2 days 9 hours and 34 minutes that’s how much time he had to make up

He gets to your place early promised bouquet in hand and a sincere smile washing over his features

My man has been working extra shifts in a few miscellaneous jobs to get you a promise band

But y’all ain’t no slackers so he was quite literally brought to tears when you pulled out a box of chocolates and his promise band.

Matching tattoos?? Yes. If you have a low pain tolerance he is squeezing your hand the whole fucking timeee

“Toraaa you punk.” *bZzp* “AAA YOU BITCH STOP THAT” -we don’t promote abuse to anybody tryna do u favour—relax-

“HE’S TRYING TO DO HIS JOB YOU CRYBABY SHUT THE FUCK UP”

“AAAAAAA” *queue traumatised tattoo guy*

He’s all about the real moments and real nostalgia he’s bought a thousand tickets at the arcade y’all met at and y’all aren’t leaving the arcade without the black reversible octopus plush

He’s strolling with you hands intertwined y’all have cookies, donuts, flapjacks all different kinds of sweets from the arcade but not one plush in sight sigh

If you hadn’t pulled him away when you had he most definitely would have been suck trying to claw his way up into the machine tomfoolery

It was worth the wait and he SWEARS he won’t ever forget Valentine’s Day again but if it could be like this you wouldn’t mind

2022 ©ᴬᴸᴸ ᵂᴼᴿᴷˢ ᴮᴱᴸᴼᴺᴳ ᵀᴼ @xsamuu ᴰᴼ ᴺᴼᵀ ᵀᴿᴬᴺˢᴸᴬᵀᴱ, ᴾᴸᴬᴳᴱᴿᴵᶻᴱ, ᶜᴼᴾᵞ ᴼᴿ ᵁᴾᴸᴼᴬᴰ ᴼᴺ ᵀᵁᴹᴮᴸᴿ ᴼᴿ ᴬᴺᵞ ᴼᵀᴴᴱᴿ ˢᴼᶜᴵᴬᴸ ᴹᴱᴰᴵᴬ

This is so cute I cant—💀🥲🌸💕

(Title wip) Osomatsu/Male reader part 1

This fic was inspired by the prompt, “Let’s kiss, just to see what it’s like.” It’s still a work in progress, but I think I’m going to make this a series, if anyone wants to see more! I have a lot of it written out, so I'll just be posting in parts if anyone wants me to. Also warning SORRY if this is a little wonky to read, I didn't go in and edit it, so this is just the raw flow from my brain, the only thing I think I'm going to revise is the smut scene, which will be in part 2, just because I don't think I'm entirely happy with how that specifically turned out. (Although with that argument, I should probably revise this part too because I wrote it mostly while I was high, but I'm just rambling now, sorry).

Pairing: Matsuno Osomatsu/Male reader

TW: Cigarette and brief use of weed, alcohol use and impairment, mild internal homophobia/closeted and afraid

Part 1 summary: You and Osomatsu have been best friends since you were children. You were now adults in your mid twenties, still as close as ever, and after an impromptu night of drinking, finally admit your feelings for each other.

Disclaimer: I don't own the character or series

The evening air was cool, the soft breeze lapping at the oversized jacket that you donned. Smoke spilled past your lips as you exhaled, quickly dissipating into the breezy night. Raising the cigarette back to your slightly chapped lips, ready to take another puff, your eye catches someone approaching in the near-distance. You take a drag, sucking the smoke in, watching the stranger as he strides closer, quickly recognizing him as he passes under a dimly lit street light- he was unmistakable to you.

And, of course he was unmistakable. He was only your best friend, after all. You reminisce for a moment; you had met as children, you, and him, and his five brothers, but it was him that you really attached to. Of course, you were friends with them all. Many nights were spent sleeping over at each others houses, their parents loved you, and yours loved them. So much time, so many memories, it felt wild that you guys were now in your mid twenties.

“Oi, ___!” Osomatsu greeted as he walked up, ripping you from your thoughts, and you flicked the growing ash on your cigarette and looked up at him with a smile.

“Hey, Osomatsu. What brings you over here?” You asked, slipping your hand into your pocket to fish out your pack, pushing the top open with your thumb and extending it out to him, offering him a smoke, which he of course obliged.

“Well,” He started, pulling a lighter out of his own pocket, and lighting up his cigarette. “Just wanted to come hang out, see what you were up to.” He said, a smile gracing his lips. You loved his smile, though you’d never admit it.

You tossed your spent butt on the ground, stomping it out, and grabbing another to spark for yourself- not that you were typically a chainsmoker or anything, but you reveled in these little moments, sharing smokes together, just talking and spending time with each other.

“Well, I’m not up to much, as you can see. I was thinking maybe I’d pop by the oden stand in a little bit, say hi to Chibita… If you wanted to join me. Maybe grab a beer and a bite. I know you have an ever-growing tab, so I guess I’ll pay.” You said, ending with a chuckle, and he lit up a bit. You know this guy never turns down food or beer.

“Hell yeah, let’s go!” And he began walking, with you quickly catching up and walking beside him. It wasn’t a long walk, and the two of you had finished your cigarettes by the time you were there, taking seats right next to each other on the stools in front of the stand.

“Why do you guys always come right when I’m about to close up?!” Was how Chibita greeted the pair of you, sighing exasperatedly, though he appreciated the business nonetheless, if it was for people he knew. Anyone else would’ve been turned away.

You shrugged at him, and grinned. “What, we can’t come say hi?” You replied, with Osomatsu interjecting, “And eat some delicious oden?!” Chibita rolled his eyes at this, and opened the steaming pan, revealing the aforementioned oden. The smell hit your nose, and made your stomach growl, and it wasn’t long before the two of you were satisfied, full of oden, and just enough beer to be buzzing. You paid Chibita, and turned to your friend, deliberating where the night would take you next. A few ideas were rolled around; perhaps, hitting up the pachinko parlor, or making your way to the bar for more than a few more drinks, or simply head back to your place, and blaze up. The possibilities were endless, though you did eventually settle on the bar, and heading back to your place, and- depending, on how drunk he would get- possibly having a little impromptu sleepover. No way you would let your hammered best friend walk home alone.

With that, the two of you sauntered off to the bar, beginning a game of billiards once you guys were a few drinks in, impaired just enough to make the game a bit harder to play than it otherwise would have been.

“Nice shot!” You giggled, as Osomatsu scratched, the tip of the pool cue making bad contact with the ball. “Try chalking your stick next time!”

“Oh, shut the hell up!” He responded, giggling back at you, watching you lean over the table to make your shot. He studied your face- your expression was focused, your cheeks flushed a blushy red from the alcohol in your system, he watched as you bit your lip, trying your damnedest to make a decent shot despite your obvious impairment, and his chest tightened a little, as his gaze made its way down your body, catching a glimpse of your ass before you abruptly stood back up- he didn’t even realize you had made your shot already, his eyes darting to the table. You accidentally potted one of his balls.

“Hah! I thought you were solids?!” He exclaimed, and you facepalmed.

“Holy shit, that’s not even what I was aiming for?! Fuck!” You responded, though your tone was playful, and you leaned your cue stick against the wall, and slung your arm around him. “Well, it’s your turn, I guess.” Osomatsu laughed, a blush creeping onto his face, although it was barely noticeable as his face was already a bit flushed.

“Well, how about you grab us a couple more drinks while I take my turn?” Osomatsu asked, rubbing his nose a little. It was so cute when he did that.

“What, so you can cheat?! Hell no!” You joked, as you were walking off anyway, to have some more drinks made, leaving the Matsu alone for a moment. He caught himself staring, and looked away from you, returning his attention to the pool table, chalking up his stick before making a shot, trying to ignore the thoughts that were bubbling up in his head.

Osomatsu just couldn’t bring himself to face it. He was in love with you. But it was extremely complicated. He is a virgin NEET, in his twenties. He wasn’t really sure how anyone would take it if he came out as bisexual, or even gay… Something he wasn’t entirely decided on yet, that he convinced himself was due to his lack of experience. And this was something that he took great care of to hide. He didn’t want to ruin his relationship with his family- after all, he had seen how your family reacted when you came out, in highschool. That was enough for him to lock this part of himself away, deep inside, to not even tell you, his best friend.

Yet, despite all of that, he still caught himself stealing looks at you when you weren’t paying attention, in the middle of stray thoughts, about what it would be like, to lay next to you in bed, moving close, and slipping his arms around you, fingertips grazing against your bare skin, or to hold your hand as you strolled, to kiss you, everywhere. He was terrified- this has all been bubbling up inside of him for years now. He stopped going out for drinks with you so much, recently, because he was afraid that he would get drunk and give himself away, accidentally let his feelings slip. It felt like a gamble every time.

It wasn’t long before you came back, drinks in hand, and after about another hour of drinking, pool, cigarettes, and conversation, the two of you wrapped up your game, too shitfaced to really play at this point. You made your way out of the bar together, and walked in the direction of your house, arms slung loosely around each others shoulders, stumbling into each other, and all over the street. So drunk, neither of you noticed when rain began to finely mist, lightly fogging the air.

“Can we stop and sit for a second?” Osomatsu drunkenly whined, as you passed by the park.

“Sure,” You slurred slightly, and the two of you clumsily turned and entered the park, plopping down on a nearby bench, that you noticed was a little wet from the mist. You didn’t mind though. You and Osomatsu were leaning against each other, arms still around each other, your dizzy head laying on his shoulder. Osomatsu could feel his heart beating in his chest, every beat feeling borderline painful.

“Hey, Osomatsu…” You muttered, suddenly becoming aware of how your face felt like it was on fire, and you weren’t sure if it was because of the alcohol. You picked up your head, and he turned to look at you, and you studied his face, as if you were trying to figure something out… Osomatsu was your best friend, a total womanizer, you knew this much, you knew that making any sort of move would totally jeopardize your friendship. Osomatsu knew you like he knew nobody else, he knows what people you like, and yet, had no idea that he was one of those people.

“What’s up? Hey, are you okay?” He questioned, noticing the shift in tone, and anxiety surged through him, wondering if maybe you were onto him about his feelings. Maybe you saw him staring at the bar, and you’re about to confront him about it. His chest tightened, thinking about it, noticing how you were looking at him, practically confirming this in his mind.

“Um…” You swallowed, face burning. “I just wanted to tell you, I’m having a good time with you, and I’m really glad that you’re my best friend,” You blubbered drunkenly, and you wanted to say more, but pushed it back, and you pulled him in for a tight hug. Osomatsu was stunned for a second, tensing up a little when you squeezed him, but he quickly relaxed and hugged you back tightly, your faces buried in the crooks of each others necks. He didn’t know what to say, so you sat together in a heavy silence, tightly holding each other, rocking ever so slightly into each other.

“Me too…” Osomatsu said, finally. “I’m glad too.” He whispered. For a little longer, you held each other, before you finally broke apart, staring at each other a bit awkwardly.

“So… Uh…” Osomatsu barely whispered.

“So… Do you, want to, um… Start walking again?” You stuttered, looking away from him, suddenly feeling embarrassed. When have you ever hugged each other like that? Butterflies were swarming in your stomach.

Osomatsu also looked away. “Yeah, let’s go.” He responded, and you helped each other up, and began walking again. A drunk conversation, marinated in feelings had sparked between you as you strolled in the mist together, now beginning to become a sprinkle.

“I don’t know, I just… Feel like it’s awfully hard to find love. There’s-there’s this person… And I can’t get over them, I’ve tried to be with other people, you know. But it just never works. ‘Cuz I can’t stop thinking about this other person, even when I have someone else in my pants, someone else right in front of me…” You blubbered. Osomatsu’s gut wrenches, knowing this was likely about someone else.

“Well, try being a jobless virgin, dude! It fucking sucks… ___… I have to tell you something…” Osomatsu was riddled with nerves, and you looked at him, anxiety coursing through you, watching him, waiting for him to tell you.

“I think I like guys!” He sort of drunkenly blurted out, his face burning, and you were shocked, and he spoke again before you could say anything.

“I just- I mean I’m not sure, ‘cuz like, I’ve always chased after chicks, but like… I-I just want to see what it’s like, just to, uh… To…” Osomatsu stuttered on, too embarrassed to finish his sentence, leaving you totally stunned. At this point the two of you had stopped walking, and you stared at him in disbelief, trying to process all of this, as Osomatsu scratched his head furiously, as if he was shocked himself that he had just told you all of that.

You stepped closer to him, swallowing hard, afraid to speak, afraid what you’re about to say will risk your relationship with your best friend.

“D-do you… Want to, um… Kiss…? Just to see what it’s like? To, uh… Kiss a guy…?” You mumbled shyly, looking away, but watching Osomatsu in the corner of your eye, illuminated by the dim street light above you. He looked at you, mouth agape slightly in shock, and he was wondering if he had heard you correctly. The long silence felt like a knife slowly plunging into your heart, and finally he took a cautious step towards you.

Osomatsu tried to swallow the lump of fear in his throat, so he could say something.

“Is… That… Okay…?” Osomatsu croaked, as if he had lost his voice, and he could barely muster the words, because he was terrified out of his mind, and you looked at him wide-eyed, as if you had expected him to totally turn you down, to be disgusted for even thinking to ask him that.

“Would I have offered if it wasn’t?” You countered, jittering with nerves, as he moved closer, standing in front of you, only inches apart. As if your body was on autopilot, you lifted your hand, fingers brushing gently against his cheek, before cupping it. This felt unreal. Osomatsu stood still, unsure what to do. This was his first real kiss. Normally he’d be clumsily trying to take charge, but he was afraid he would do a bad job, he didn’t want to possibly make you not want to kiss him again… If he even had a chance with you. If this wasn’t out of pity. That lump was still stuck in his throat, growing as your face slowly inched closer to his. Rain droplets dripped down your faces, the only thing cooling your fiery cheeks, and you were soaking wet at this point, and the sprinkle had turned into a hard drizzle, that was borderline rain. Neither of you cared, as you tenderly pressed your lips against his, your free hand moving in to cup his other cheek.

Osomatsu blanked out for a moment, unsure what to do with his hands as his mind began to register that you were really kissing him, and his hands slowly creeped up your chest, settling on cupping your neck, cautiously mirroring your lips and kissing you back. You melted into each other- Osomatsu was not a bad kisser, despite it being a very clearly inexperienced kiss. One of your hands slid into his hair, cradling his skull, and your lips parted from each other briefly, only long enough for a breath, before kissing again, a little more confidently this time.

It felt like a scene from a movie- there you were, kissing this guy that you’ve wanted to kiss for about as long as you’ve known him, in the rain, lit up only by this street light, and there was nothing around you, just you and him in this moment. Osomatsu’s hands moved up to your face, pulling you as close as he could to him, silently urging you to keep kissing him. To Osomatsu, sparks were flying everywhere, this was totally mind numbing for him, he had never felt like this in his life. Kissing pillows, and photos, were nothing compared to the real thing, and maybe it felt so amazing because he was drunk, or maybe it felt so amazing because it was you he was kissing, pretty much making out with at his point, and it felt so fucking right.

You finally parted, both of you panting, the cool, rainy air making every breath visible, and you just stared at each other for a moment, before Osomatsu rushed into another kiss, nearly knocking you down, stumbling backwards, Osomatsu stumbling forward with you, pressing his lips against yours as you caught yourself, as if this was the only chance he would ever have to kiss you, kissing you like you were about to die, or as if he was never going to see you again, and you kissed him back, lips pressed hard against each other. God, this is what you’ve wanted for so long, it was incredibly special to you that you were his first, but your stomach tied in knots, wondering if anything would come of this, or if you had just totally fucked up.

You broke apart once more, staring at each other, breathing labored.

“So… Um… What did you think…?” You asked shyly, and he looked at the ground.

“I… I liked it… Uh, that, um, confirms how I feel… Th-thank you, for, uh, letting me kiss you,” Osomatsu rambled, his heart absolutely pounding in his chest. There were a few moments of silence, both of you dazed about what had just happened, and one of you had suggested making it back to your place already, since the rain was steadily getting harder.

Ah yes beefy men—Bokuto is so insatiable fuck 😫😫

crush me like a butterfly [nsfw]

Synopsis: beefy men using their weight to their advantage during sex

Notes: I learned that wonho is less beefy than bokuto, atsumu and others and I haven’t been the same since. Just eagerly horny to be crushed, like please sit on me.

Featuring: bokuto, atsumu, ushijima, daichi, osamu, suna

warnings: fem body parts, public sex, handcuffing, MAJOR breeding kink, manhandling, unprotected sex

suna who fucks you up against the wall of the janitor’s closet. you’re the manager for his team and have been in a secret relationship for the past few weeks. it’s safe to say that the sexual tension between you two had increased overtime. most of the time it was the cause of you doing innocent things like bending over, chewing on your bottom lip, laughing at something someone said or the worst, touching another player as you help them. suna is notorious for getting jealous and in result fucking the shit out of you. you have your legs around his waist, his hips are doing most of the grunt work out of anger. not only are they holding you up but their movement causes rin’s fat tip to hit up against your gspot every time. your eyes roll back in your head and before you can let out a moan, the middle blocker shoves two of his fingers in your mouth. “look at you, acting like a bitch in heat around my cock right now. if you can’t shut the fuck up ill give you a reason to be loud.” he hissed, pressing more of his weight into you. but it doesn’t matter how quiet you are, not when anyone within a 20 foot radius could hear his fat balls clapping against your ass and the ‘thump thump’ of the door…

atsumu who drags you both to the rooms at the victory village to test out the beds durability…and your flexibility. you’re there for gymnastics, he’s there for volleyball. the minute he got alone time in the room without any of his roommates, he didn’t hesitate to tear off your clothes and his. next thing you know you’re folded over in a mating press, your boyfriend pounding your cunt. you’re a bawling mess as his pace doesn’t let up and your breathing is restricted because of his weight. if atsumu is one thing, he is thick. his muscular thighs hug your sides, caging your body. the place where both of your bodies meet is obscenely messy. there’s a loud squelch from every time the faux blond pulls out and he can’t help but crave more of it. he wants you be entirely ruined for him. and that’s exactly what he’s going to do. he’s going to go for as long as it takes to break you. “you can take more can’t ya angel? gotta see just how good these beds are…and how far i can spread these pretty legs.”

ushijima who batters your pussy with his absolute fat rod of a cock. the ace hadn’t used his full strength in the past but when you begged him to, saying that you could ‘handle’ it, you really didn’t know what you were signing up for. currently he has you laid out for him pretty on the bed, hips pounding your ass and causing your whole body to move up the bed each time. “t-toshi, slow down…” you whine, trying to grab his forearm but failing. he only takes your hands and pins them down to the bed, his hulking figure smothering yours as he readjusts his hips to move at a faster pace. a shrill cry escapes you as you lay there, unable to do anything but take it all. the ace tsks at your whining and shakes his head. “you asked for this love. you said you could handle it so that’s what you’re going to do. you’re going to be a good girl for me and take it all. got it?”

bokuto who absolutely lost it when he saw you holding your friend’s baby at a party you two went to. he can’t help but imagine you pregnant with his child and how cute you would look. that night when you both got home, he pushed you both into the bedroom and shut the door. bokuto pulls off your bottoms before removing his own. he strokes himself and whines when his hands come in contact with his sensitive balls. the man is just about ready to burst. he hooks your legs around his waist, instructing you to lock your legs together. the first time he pumps his load into you, there’s an animalistic look in his golden eyes as he feels your cunt milk him so well. he has you laying on your stomach, his weight basically on top of you as he drills into your pussy again and again. the best you can do is hold onto his arms and listen to his grunts. the poor baby has overstimulated himself for so long that he has both of you shaking. “i’m sorry baby, can’t help it…need to make sure that i fuck a baby into you by tonight. i can’t wait any longer-ha, you’re going to look so beautiful carrying our babies…my babies. you’ll give me a whole volleyball team, right? they’re going to look so cute…”

hate fucking with osamu. you’re business rivals and your relationship has never been the best. there is constant bickering and criticism of food ideas and recipes, often getting the better of you two. but one thing neither one of you two could admit was the underlying sexual tension that’s there. so one day when he sees you flirting chatting with another restaurant owner, one that you happen to be on way better terms with than him, he snaps. osamu marches over to your restaurant and drags you into his own, not caring that he interrupted your conversation. you sputter and complain the entire time, calling him an ‘asshole’ and a ‘human with no decent respect’. but as soon as he’s in his office he shreds your clothes before he fucks you over a chair near the window. he presses your bare body against the glass. “not so talkative now, are ya?” he breathes into your ear. “yer such a slut, anyone could walk by and see ya like this and you’d like it, wouldn’t ya?” he pushes your tits against the transparent surface, groaning when your plush ass grinds back on his cock. you whimper in response, the pressure too much but he only pins your hands above so they can’t move. “aht aht baby, you take what i give ya.”osamu really hopes that the man can see how well he fucks you and that he’s the only one who can make you feel this good.

daichi who handcuffs your wrists so you can’t move or touch him as part of your ‘punishment’. currently he fucks you from behind, his strokes slow and deep. each time he fully thrusts back in you feel yourself coming close to release but then daichi deprives you of it by pulling away. you whine, your hand itching to grab ahold of his thick thighs to bounce yourself back on him. “what’s wrong, baby?” he asks, thrusting into you for the umpteenth time. “want more, dai. want your cock.” “but that’s what i’m giving you right now, right? i’m being a lot nicer than i should be aren’t i? maybe if you ask politely i’ll let up on your punishment.” he doesn’t have to tell you twice. “please fuck me harder, i’ve been good m’deserve it! i promise i’ll be on my best behavior!” you plea, trying to back into his touch. he chuckles before he yanks back your tied up wrists so you’re pressed flush to his chest. he swiftly grabs ahold of your thighs before pinning you under him. police training has really paid off, huh? next thing you know daichi is bullying your cunt, his pace unruly. there’s nowhere for you to go or budge. instead of begging for more you’re now begging him to slow down. your thighs cramp from where he holds you in place and you hear him snicker. “but this is what you wanted, right? this is what you were begging for? my cock? i don’t think criminals get to decide what they don’t or do get and when.”

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He thought it was perfectly normal. He loved you so why would he not want to be around you all the time, when you’re walking around campus with your friends or how you get all quiet and huffy when the teacher would catch you talking in class. Xiao had long ago succumb to the feeling of butterflies and twisted words; sweaty palms as well as the fierce heat that would envelop his features whenever he was near you—big deal it’s just a crush.

Yes Xiao had a small crush that would explain why he kept finding himself in bed late at night trying his best to relive his aching cock, hard and leaking down his callous knuckles. Using your soiled underwear to feed his guilty pleasures.

He told himself its normal to want to be so so close to the person he loves the most and so he feels no shame <33 He knows all your classes and how likely you are to turn up depending on how you’re feeling that particular day.

He remembers that Thursday mornings you leave your dorm room unlocked because your friend seems to always forget something in there from your sleepovers the night before. He knows that you’ve indulged other individuals and their filthy desires but he forgives you always <33

You’d both shared a few soaring glances and he had held the door open for you one time in which you rewarded him with a smile and wink, he’d never creamed so hard before.

Maybe a crush was not an appropriate analogy of his feelings towards you. He wanted to hold your hand and carry your stuff for you, he wanted you to hold him and express how important he was to you. He knew you so well. There’s no way you would reject someone so obsessed in love with you, right?

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