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neesieiumz · 1 year

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love language ⸻ You remind me I’m imperfect and it sucks to admit it. ⸻ a. ojiro

synopsis ⸺ after six months, you lay eyes on your ex-boyfriend at a mutual friend’s party.

warnings ⸺ smut. 18+, black-coded reader. female reader. afab anatomy. praise kink, cunnilingus, blow job, some angst, happy ending, time skip aran. use of ocs, but barely even mentioned. he’s very sweet to you no matter what. this is also my haikyuu debut so... I haven't read the haikyuu time skip so this is all referencing his wiki page and how other people write about him.

writer notes ⸺ disclaimer, i'm just starting the haikyuu manga, so please bear with me. I really tried to embody what people say he embodies, so hopefully, I did this fine man justice. (also disclaimer, i hate the reason they broke up but it was the best one i could find and create.)

wc ⸺ 6.2k

The city was alive mostly at night, it was a beautiful thing. Although, that was where you were not at tonight.

As you walked, your heels clicked through against the cobblestone walkway. Passing by the bright glass stone lights, lighting your way to the one destination. Smiling, although it was a melancholy one. It had been a while since you had gone out like this, wrapping yourself up in work and distracting yourself from any and everything. Most of your friends would call your recent way of life destructive, so you hoped to get them off your back this way. Your dress was black, matching everything else you wore. After all, the event you were going to was an all-black attire. The dress is backless, along with carefully sewn holes on both sides of the dress. In your hands held both your bag and a gift bag as well, containing a very expensive purse and perfume.

Soon you arrived at the event, a birthday party, a very private one as well. It was held at a country club you used to frequent as well, back during a different part of your life. Two guards stood out front, one holding a tablet.

“Name?” The one on the left asked you, the moment you stepped up to them.

You gave them your name, and them checking, glancing at your photo that popped up before looking at you. It was very tight security after all. You hold both bags in one hand, before lowering your glasses and revealing your eyes so they can get a good look at you. The two men nodded, stepping out of the way and opening the door to the private club. They both tell you to enjoy your night, which you thanked them for before walking inside. At the reception of the country club, the lady at the desk smiled, before asking you where you were headed. There must have been multiple events being held during this time, you thought to yourself, no matter though.

You told her the name of your close friend, whose birthday it was today. She smiled, before pointing down the hall, telling you which hall is hosting the party. Smiling, thanking her before walking down yourself. You creaked the door open slightly, the sounds of people mingling together getting louder and louder as you did. The tables were mostly gone, making room for the tall tables designed for people to rest their drinks on. The meshing of gold and green, a garden-themed cocktail party. Vines decorated the walls, paired together with shimmering fake flowers. You smiled to yourself, once again, you thought, she goes all out. Towards the back, hanging a beautifully decorated table which deemed itself to be the gift table was a banner adorning her name. Wading through the crowd, smiling and waving at those you knew and excusing yourself past those you did not know.

Jumping at the sudden attack behind your back, you heard familiar giggling as pink silk-gloved hands wrap themselves around you. The familiar giggling had you smiling even wider, placing your hands on top of her own, and turning your head to make eye contact with her.

“I thought you weren’t going to make it!!” She whined in your ear, the smell of saccharine alcohol on her tongue.

Smiling, you turned towards her fully, wrapping your arms around her in a hug, “of course I wasn’t, I couldn't miss your birthday for the world.”

She fully accepted your hug, letting you go but still keeping her arms around you. Immediately her eyes zeroed in on the gift you had in your hands. She squealed, immediately diving in to swipe it away from you, but you moved back with a quick step, laughing as she pouted once again. Your friend became very spoiled once alcohol tasted her tongue.

“I’ll place this on the gift table and you can open them tomorrow when you're much more yourself, okay?”

She pouted again, but nodded her head, telling you to stop by the cocktail table before finding the rest of your friends. You agreed, turning around to continue on your journey to the gift table. Getting the table, you placed your gift along with the rest of the massive and most expensive gifts as well. Once you did, you turned around, eyeing both the assortment of cocktails available already pre-made, along with an open bar making custom selections for those who didn’t like what was available. Walking over to the table, you looked over everything that was in front of you, and it all looked so good. Martinis, margaritas, and all the different assortment of colored drinks. Glancing over everything one more time, you decided on a gradient-like drink, clear on top with yellow settling at the bottom, decorated with ice at the top and a piece of rose vine and a small bud that had yet to grow into a full-fleshed rose. This specific drink came with its own straw. After carefully sipping it, approving of its taste, you cast your eyes to the crowds, looking for wherever your friends were congregating.

Catching sight of your friend’s frilly pink dress, you started to make your way to them, and then froze…

Standing there, over 6 feet tall, wearing a navy blue silk fitted shirt with matching slacks. You couldn't keep your eyes off of him, eyes seeing his familiar layered chains. When he’s not on the court, he’s always wearing them, especially the ones you got him. Your eyes landed on the biggest one of them all, recognizing it as the one you got him on his birthday, in the very shape of the ball he loves the most. When you left to spend it with him with what little time you had. His birthday was always during the volleyball season here, so you never got to do a more special celebration until the off-season. His ears were adorned with gold studs, face, and hair, and freshly cut, you took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Aran Ojiro looked good, way too good for you to face him again.

It was only six months ago that you even broke up with him.

The season had just begun when you did so as well, which usually lasted about six months as well, but you weren’t expecting to see him so soon after.

Before you could turn around, fall into the crowd and avoid the man, the birthday girl spotted you once again. She smiled, waving to you to come over, calling you by name. Almost immediately, the rest of your group followed her eyesight, including Aran.

Damn her, you bitterly thought, forcing yourself to pick up your legs to walk over to the group. You kept your eyes on the birthday girl, forcing yourself to ignore the cryptic countenance Aran took the moment he laid his eyes. You greeted the rest of the group, giving hugs to the ones who came up for them, without spilling your drink.

“It’s so good to see you, it feels like we haven’t seen you in forever!” Fumiya, who stood next to the birthday girl said.

“I’ve just been… really busy!” You forced a smile on your face, taking another sip of your drink.

“Yeah, busy throwing yourself into work and barely giving yourself a fucking break.”

The group knew of your recent break with the man not too far away, but it seemed the flowing alcohol stripped away all inhibitions. You could feel his eyes on your own the moment Fumiya said that, although you did your best to ignore it, as the group delved into further conversation. Before you knew it, your straw was sucking up remnants of water from the melting ice. You excused yourself from the group, deciding to go to the bar for a custom drink.

Smiling at the bartender, you handed over the empty glass before looking over the cocktail menu, the more complicated it was as you looked further down and down the menu. Everything was covered by your friend’s fiance, who was also a very rich man completely in love with her. You looked over what was available, before deciding on a platinum passion, a very expensive drink, something you would never order on a day-to-day basis. As you waited, you could hear footsteps walking about behind you, mostly ignoring them until someone came up right beside you.

“What would you like to order, sir?” You heard the bartender ask whoever was beside you.

“Uh, lemme get a Moscow mule.”

Your eyes widened at the familiar voice beside you, but this time you couldn't help but glance to your right, seeing the same man you had been avoiding at all cost right beside you. The two of you locked eyes for a moment, and quickly you looked away, your manicured nails tapping against the open bar.

“It’s been a while, huh?” You heard him say, knowing his words for you.

You took a deep quick breath, before deciding to speak, “yeah… yeah, it has.”

It went quiet all over again, the awkwardness settling in and suffocating the two of you. Soon the bartender that took your order came over with a tall glass filled with fizzling purple drink, topped with a beautiful orchid and a black straw to tie it all together. You took a sip of it, the taste of passion fruit and expensive champagne, with some sweet apricots mixed in, you could hardly taste the alcohol in the drink. Despite everything telling you not to, you couldn't help yourself, turning towards him. He was leaning against the bar, sipping away at his glass of vodka and ginger beer. Crossing your legs as you glanced over his form once more. You took another sip, watching him as he finished his drink with no stopping, handing his glass right back to the person at the bar. He ordered another one, and as he did, took the opportunity to get closer to you.

“How’s work been for you?” He asked, showing off his soft, sweet smile.

“It’s been really good for me, I recently closed on a house and am currently setting up some open houses as well.” You said, smiling at the recent positive prospects at your job as a realtor.

His smile got even bigger at that, which had you smiling even harder.

“How… How is the season this year? I didn’t really keep up with it as much as I wanted.” You said, looking away from him.

The two of you knew what that meant, but the two of you didn’t want to mention it, at least not right now. Nodding his head, he turned his head towards the bartender who gave him his drink.

“The season was good, really good. I’m just… glad to be home for the time being until training.”

You nodded your head once again at that, “I’m glad... That you had a good season of course.”

As you took a sip of your drink and Aran did at the same time, you couldn’t help but wonder, how different the two of you would be if you hadn’t made the decision you did. Six months ago may not feel like a lot, but if you had asked yourself just fifteen minutes ago before you even laid eyes on him once again, you would have said you were over him. However, you’re here, staring your ex-boyfriend once again in the eyes, and realizing, how much you really missed him.

Your stomach took on a sudden, heavy feeling of realization as you stood up straight, slightly startling the very same man your mind was in turbulence over. You forced a smile on your face.

“itwasreallynicetoseeyouAranbutihavetogo,” you mumbled down, placing your unfinished drink on the bar before racing past him as fast as you can without drawing much attention to yourself.

You could hear him call out your name, but you ignored it, opting to open the doors leading to the endarkened hallway of the country club, into sudden cold air. Crossing your arms, rubbing your hands over your upper to provide some kind of warmth. You wanted to grab your phone, to call yourself an Uber or Lyft, whichever would get here fast when you eyed landed on your empty elbow which was supposed to hold your bag. You blinked once, once again, before relaxing you must have left it at the open bar, where you left Aran all high and dry from the… could you even call that a conversation?

Suddenly the door flew open right behind you, showing Aran, eyes wide open and holding two things in his hands. Your very bag that you were just worrying over, and the drink that you had left behind. Immidalet he spotted, his anxious form relaxing as he approached you.

“You left this behind,” he said quietly, holding them out to you.

As quiet as he was, you thanked him, taking the things from his hands. As you were about to walk away, Aran’s voice stopped you right in your tracks.

“Did… did I make a mistake?”

His voice echoed through the hall, louder than he probably meant for it but it hits you nonetheless. Slowly you turned around, taking a deep breath and shaking your head at him.

“No, it was… it was me, you were… perfect.”

He shook his head, taking even more steps towards you. You tried to step away but he just got closer, “I’m not accepting that, there has to be a reason why you would break up with me with no reason, no reason at all.”

You shook your head once again, “I’m not lying Aran.” You could say this a million times, the look on his face revealed that he wasn’t taking your answer.

He took another step towards you, and you took another step back. Over again, you did this song and dance until your back hit the wall. You dropped your bag, while he took the drink back, placing it on the ground before standing back up. His tall form towered over you, arm resting above your head as he looked down at you. You could only give him one glance before looking away from him, your mesh-gloved hands trying to push him away from you. Heart pounding with your ears, body beginning to throb all over. Insanity on how he still had such an effect on you.

A hand came under your chin, moving your face, “look at me,” his low voice mumbled, but it was loud and clear.

You listened before anything could tell you to stop, looking up at his deep, dark brown eyes, shining with a multitude of emotions.

“Aran…” you whispered, and that was the last thing you said before feeling lips on your own.

Taking in a breath of surprise, you could help yourself, falling under his spell, returning the kiss with just as much vigor. The arm that was above you left its position, hand now resting softly on your cheek as his other hand came about your waist, his palms touching the open skin on the dress. Your own hands trailed up from his stomach, the feeling of his abs so familiar under you yet everything you've been craving for a long time. Hands now resting on the sides of his neck, you pulled him as close as you could.

Slowly, you pulled away from the kiss, the two of you breathing heavily as you did. Suddenly you could feel his rough hands swipe something away on your face… liquid… oh, you’re crying. Sniffing, you tried to wipe away the rest of them but he wasn’t having that, taking both of your hands in one of his before whipping the rest of your tears with his other. Soon after, he took your bag off the ground, along with a drink. With nothing but a motion, he told you to finish up the drink. Nodding your head, you took the drink, tears still silently streaking down your face, as you sip down the rest. He took his phone and keys out of his pockets, before taking your free hand and guiding you out of the country club. You had finished the drink as you reached the receptionist's desk, which was now empty. Aran took the empty glass filled with ice, and placed it on the desk, leaving a small note before taking your hand and taking you right outside.

It was quiet between the two of you as you walked outside into the cold. Almost immediately, you shivered, and Aran stopped in his tracks. He turned around, facing you, before shifting off his jacket. You tried to refuse the jacket, but he was having absolutely none of that, draping it across your shoulders before taking your hand and leading you right to his car. He unlocked the car, and opened the passenger side, gesturing for you to get inside, which you did.

Making yourself comfortable within the familiar car, buckling in your seatbelt, as Aran jogged around, opening his own door before sliding inside the car. With a quick press of a button, sliding on his own seatbelt before pulling out of his parking space. With so much to say, and no clear way to say it, the car ride was silent as he drove the two of you to your– his apartment, or his loft, you would put it. As he suddenly turned a sharp left, his broad hand suddenly grabbed at your thigh, keeping you both in place as he turned. It was such a simple gesture but everything about it had your heart racing just like the event hall

Arriving at the parking deck, Aran pulled in, parked, and got out of the car. You knew better than to move, Aran jogging right back over to open your door. Holding his hand, you thanked him, watching him close the door behind you before locking the car. He handed you your bag and you held it as he held a tight grip on your hand, guiding you to the exit into the building. He knew you knew where to go, yet diced on keeping a tight grip on you, the two of you entering a dimmed hallway before heading down the hall to the left. Going down the familiar twists and turns of the loft building, the two of you arrived right in front of his door. Quickly, he unlocked the door, before taking you inside his place. Aran turned on the lights as you entered inside. Eyeing everything, it was just as you left it six months ago.

Kicking off your heels, you placed them by the door as Aran went to the kitchen, telling you to take a seat on the couch. Despite everything within you, you listened, snuggling within his formal jacket, smelling of frosted apples, whiskey, and white oak. You waited for a few moments, before hearing movement and seeing him walk over to you with a glass hand, filled with water. He sat right next to you, slowly handing over the glass to you. You thanked him, taking a few sips of the water, the coolness relieving pressure building you didn’t know was building within you. Once you had enough, you placed the glass on the glass coffee table in front of you, before feeling your hands grab your own. He turned you towards, holding them close to his, placing a slight kiss on the mesh gloves. You relished in the feeling of his soft lips, the thin material allowing you to do so. Aran soon moved one of his hands around your waist, basically scooping you up and placing you right on his lap.

“Talk to me, you know how these things go,” he murmured, “we didn't have a chance to because you broke things off right before I left and wouldn’t answer my calls or texts.”

You sighed, leaning into his hold, his arms locking you right into his lap.

“You said it wasn’t something I did… was it something you did and you simply didn't want to tell me?”

“Did you stop loving me?”

You shook your head as well, denying that qualm as well.

“Well then, if it’s not any of those, and you say it wasn’t something I did… what prompted you to do so, then?”

You took a deep breath, thumb aimlessly stroking across his fingers, “it wasn't something you did. More like, I made a decision that I thought was best for both of us.”

Confusion overtook his face as you shifted your body, straddling his lap so you could face him fully. You ignored the throbbing within yourself, shifting yourself up to get as close to him as you could.

“You’ve always been a person of passion, it’s been your life since before I met you. I just… I just like I couldn’t keep up with you sometimes. You would want to do all these things when your home and I… couldn’t keep up.”

“We were on two different wavelengths to me, and I didn’t know how else to fix it.”

You could both feel and hear Aran take in a deep breath before sighing it out, all while his hands made mindless circles into the parts of your skin that were exposed.

“So it was something I did,” he mumbled in your ear.

You immediately shook your head, but he shushed, laying his head right on top of your shoulders. You moved your arms up, resting your hand straight on the back of his head, holding him to you.

“I should have been more sensitive to what you were feeling,” he said, placing a kiss on top of your shoulder.

You shook your head, “maybe I should have just told you what I was feeling, I was… scared.”

“Scared? Of what?”

You couldn't help but shrug your shoulders, “I… psyched myself into believing you wouldn't understand what I was feeling.”

“Now you know the last thing I would do is judge you, angel.”

You couldn't help but smile at the nickname, it’s been a while since you'd heard, it was your favorite one out of everything he’s ever called you. Aran continued to place kisses on top of your shoulders, moving closer and closer to your neck, His heated breath caused you to shiver within his hold, and your hands tightened around the back of his neck. You could feel your dress rising up with every movement you made, your body aching for him after so long. His movements went from your shoulder to your neck, laying careful but electrifying kisses all along it.

Gasping his name, you curled into him, his hands soon sliding from your hips to your ass. He gripped at it tightly, and before you knew it, he got up with you still in his arms. You squealed, holding on to him tightly as he made a few steps before heading up his black cherry-wood stairs, heading up to his own bedroom on the second floor. The moment he arrived at the top, he took a few uck steps to the left before launching you right onto the bed, landing on the soft material. You scooted back a bit, resting again on your arms and the pillows as Aran began to unbutton his shirt a bit. The dark shirt slowly revealed his very well-fitted form, from years of volleyball. He threw his shirt to the side, before getting on the bed, climbing right on top of you.

“I fucking missed you,” he mumbled into your skin, his hands dipping down under your rising dress.

Breathless as he pressed his fingers against your panties, taking in the wetness staining them. He left a few kisses along your cheek before capturing another kiss, pressing himself as he did. You held his face in your hands as he kissed you, deeply, as if you were going to disappear right in front of him. The dress straps were slipping with every movement he made against you, the dress falling off all the same. He pushed himself in between your legs, allowing you to wrap them around his waist as well. His thick fingers slipped past your panties, two of them easing themselves deep inside you. Gasping within the kiss, unconsciously squeezing around them. Aran said nothing as he teases you, taking his thumb to rub slow yet deep circles in your clit, moving his fingers just as slowly.

Slowly, he let go of the kiss, keeping his lips right next to your ear as his hollow deep voice whispered into it. He took in your squirms, your pleas for him to go faster, knowing this pace couldn’t do anything for you.

“Relax for me,” his voice was soft but stern.

You tried your best to listen to him, but your body still slightly trembled in anguish, wanting him to do more and more to you. Slowly he began to speed up, sating the building desire and frustration within you. Your legs had spread wider and wider, allowing him to hit deeper and deeper. At this point your dress had fallen off your dress, scrunching up and pooling around your waist. Dripping all over his fingers, your body quivered and shook, jerking as you cried out.

You hear his voice speak up again, “you gonna come for me?”

Rapidly shaking your head, no words come to your head as your mind begins filling with brown noise. You could feel his body pressing against you, keeping the same rapid pace, with no sense of stopping. Squeezing around him, your hands came up around his upper arms, squeezing them so tight, your sharp nails dug dents into his skin. He paid it no mind, entrancing by the spaced-out look on your face.

“Don’t hold back, angel.”

Eyes closing shut, your body convulsed, a loud gasp-like moan coming out through the room, arousal gushing out of all over your thighs and his fingers. You melted back into his hold and bed, mind floating and filled with noise. Slowly he pulled his fingers out, not being able to see him taking the two before lapping your juices up. Sono you felt hands right at your waist, pulling off the rest of the dress, along with your panties. Once the clothes were gone, you could feel those same hands pull right down towards him, matching up eye to eye with him. Aran placed one hand on your face, keeping the other one at your waist. He lowered his face down to you, whispering in your ear,

“You okay angel?”

You nodded your head, and slowly brought up your arms to his face, holding his face in your hands. He accepted your soft kiss, his thumb rubbing affectionately against your cheek. Using your arm, you prop yourself up, pushing back against him as he rises up a bit. His hands went back down around your waist, before flipping the two of you with ease, you laying right on top of him. You swung your legs over his body as you let go of the kiss, straddling his lap. You reached down, unclasping his pants button before slowly pulling down the zipper. Slowly you stripped his pants away, revealing plain black boxers. You pushed his pants as far down as they could, Aran kicking off the rest of his legs and the bed. Your hands went on his boxers next, slowly peeling them back. Before you could even peel them down a quarter of the way, his thick cock sprung out, slapping against his abdomen. You peeled them down the rest of the way, scooting back a bit, leaning down with soft, wet kisses against his stomach, leading down to the tip. He let out small, soft gasps with every kiss you left.

You relished every sound he made, tongue swirling and teasing him, knowingly teasing him just as he did you. Having had enough of your antics, Aran’s hands gripped at your shortened locs, no longer in the high ponytail you had for the part. You slowed him to slowly guide your head down his length, your hands wrapping around the rest of the length you couldn’t swallow. The moment his cock hit the back of your throat, he groaned, head thrown back. Bobbing your head up and down, droll dripping down onto his length. The sounds of his pleasure only fueled your actions further, your hand coming around to your lips couldn't reach.

“So good, so fucking good for me,” he let out, using his hands to help guide down his cock.

You moaned around him, causing him to jerk within your hold, heaving in and out. Just as quickly he had your entire being under his spell, you couldn't deny how much you released in the sounds Aran made for you.

How could I ever part with him in the first place? You couldn't help but think to yourself, feeling his grip against your hair tighten, as if was beginning to brace himself. This didn't stop your movements and continued to swallow him down. He wants you as much as he could get out of his mouth, before the taste of slightly sour yet basic flooding your mouth. You swallowed all his cum, not letting up even after Aran let go of your hair. Taking a deep breath, you lifted your head off of his cock, placing wet kisses all along it. His hands suddenly grabbed your hips, dragging you right up to him. You hovered right over him, smiling as you looked down at his face. As you went down for another kiss, you could feel his own hands guiding your hips further down.

Gasing, gripping his hands in sharp pain as he began to slowly sink his cock inside you. You begged for him to go slowly, hearing him whisper in your ear.

“Breath through your nose, angel, I’ll go as slow as you need me to do.”

You nodded your head hanging onto every word that fell from his lips. It had been so long, and the fact he was so big was an even bigger contributing factor. Overwhelmed, your head dropped down to his chest as his hands moved from your hips to underneath your butt. Restricted in his movements, his grip on you was tight as he slowly lifted your body up and down. Your body lay against his, trying your best to relax as he slowly fucked you, allowing your body to get used to him once again. Aran whispered in your ears, guiding you through everything. Soon your painful gasps became filled with passion, your tight grip on his shoulders loosening up. Your own hips began to grind down.

“Better?” he whispered, feeling your own hips begin to move against him.

You let out a moan in affirmation, nodding against his chest before feeling him thrust up once. His pace began to quicken, beginning to repeatedly plunge into you. His every movement overwhelmed you, curling into the pleasure. Your hands roamed his chest, nails slightly digging into them as he ravished you through and through. The sounds of wet skin slapping against wet skin, the gush of your arousal soaking the both of you, dripping onto the bed. Suddenly, he lifted you up, rising above the bed. Quickly, you wrapped your arms around his shoulder and neck, holding on tight as he stood up, slamming your back against the wall. Head threw back in pleasure as he parted your legs widener, his grip on your thighs so strong he could leave bruises.

Aran nuzzled against your neck, his hot heavy breath breathing shivers down your body. He nipped away at your neck, taking in every sound you made under him.

“Soso good,” your words were slurring together, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“You’re taking me so well, angel, fuck I could fuck you all night,” he groaned into your ear, biting at it slightly at the end.

Your body and voice cried out at that, expletives falling from your lips. He was hitting so deep, he could almost bruise your cervix with the pace he was going. You couldn’t complain, you had never felt more within a single moment. The number of marks you left on his body would definitely be noticeable tomorrow, but you couldn't care less about that. He continued leaving kisses along your neck, sucking and biting against the skin as well. Tension was inciting, building within you, your cunt throbbing and squeezing tighter and tighter around him.

“I’m gonna, fuck I’m gonna⸺” you could barely finish your warning before the dam broke, cum gushing out of you, making a bigger mess than before.

“Oooh fuck,” your body shook and shuddered, letting out a loud moan as you came all over him, squirting all over you.

Aran didn’t stop his movements for a second, fucking you through your prolonged orgasm. Your body twitches within his hold, incoherent words slurring together from your mouth. Just as quickly as he moved you from the bed, he pulled out for a moment, carrying you right back to the bed before sliding right back into you, your legs stretched to their maximum. You screamed, hands reaching for something ground as you could feel his fat tip press right against your cervix,

“Too deep,” you squealed, overly sensitive from the orgasm you just had.

He said nothing, his slams into you starting to become more erratic, his mind getting just as spaced out as your own. His body hovered over you, slamming into you with everything breath he had in him, face furrowed in concentration. You could do nothing but take the force of his pummels, mind floating and body tingling from everything around you. His sweat dripped down from his face, his chains falling in front of you, dangling above your face.

With a sudden groan, “fuck⸺”, he slammed into you aimlessly a few more times, before going, his body laying right on top of you as he groaned into your neck.

You could feel him filling you up, gasping as you did. In the back of your mind, you were thankful you were still on birth control. His body was sticky with sweat, sticking on top of yours as the two of you just lay there. He turned his head, moving it right back to your face, before laying soft and sweet kisses all over your face and cheek, completely different from the man who had just ravaged and relished in your every being.

Slowly, he pulled out, the two of you hissing from the sensitivity as he did. You could barely move off the bed, only hearing his movements as he walked away from the bed. You could only sit with your thoughts, they began to run rough, wondering if he had suddenly regretted that before hearing his footsteps approach the bed. Suddenly, you felt something cold and wet along your inner thighs, pressing carefully into the sore places his grip got a little too tight. You smiled, this was familiar, reminiscing on the days past. Hissing at the sudden switch in sensations, but relaxing as the cold wet rag made your inner thighs better. Aran continued to wipe away the mess on your body, along with carefully pressing the rag against your pussy to allow for it to receive some relief. It helps you regain some of your strength, being able to watch him walk away into the bathroom to clean himself up. He kept the door open, allowing you to gaze and look at him as he did, watching the cold water drip down his body as well.

He felt your eyes on him, turned around, and saw you keeping your eyes on every part of his body. Aran only smirked, turning away from you.

“You better stop looking at me before I want a round two,” is all he said, turning on the sink and ringing out the rag.

Your boisterous laugh echoed through the loft, flipping around in the sheets, which were still slightly wet. You heard the sink turn off, before seeing Aran walk over with a blanket and a silk wrapping in hand. Together the two of you laid the blanket down on the bed, before grabbing the thick, black comforter and wrapping yourselves in it, exhaustion hitting your body like freight trains. Aran took the silk wrapping, helping you place your hair into it before falling into the blankets.

Yawning, you could feel his strong arms wrap themselves sound you, pulling you into him. You turned around, snuggling into his physique, hands coming up right under your head to get more comfortable under him. You felt him place a kiss on

You know you’re still in due for a long conversation concerning your insecurities within your relationship. How this situation even came to be was all about you getting into your head, along with other outside forces that you would rather not talk about. However, there was one thing you could come to a conclusion about when it comes to Aran Ojiro, you could never fully part with him. Even if your paths diverge at the end.

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citiair · 1 year

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LIKE YOU

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aran ojiro x black!female!reader

-> ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE!!! basketball!player!aran, cheerleader!black!reader, reader and aran are good friends, aran is low key a jerk, reader likes aran, angst, she/her pronouns, female bodied.

pt. 1 -> pt. 2 -> pt. 3

⤓

DID HE NOT LIKE YOU? DID HE LIKE YOU?

why should you care? why shouldn’t you care? why did you have to care? why didn’t you have to care?

you sat there on your bed with your finger twiddling with one another.

you shouldn’t had sent that text you thought.

you wonder what he was going to say, how he would react, good, bad, nasty, happily honestly all of the above.

you were nervous for some reason, you honestly thought maybe there was a chance of him liking you back.

you slightly grin at the thought all the memories you have with

aran ojiro.

you and him met when he moved to your neighborhood, about that time you were in the 7th grader and he was going to attend the 8th grader at your school.

you guys never spent much time in school cause of the grade difference but outside of school, you guys had gotten pretty close within the span of 5 months of him being new to the states.

yea, he was from karumai a town in japan. he told you he learned a bit of english when his parents first informed him about the move to the states.

you asked him if he wanted you to help with knowing more about the english language. he happily obliged.

by the time you both were in high school— him eleventh grade, you tenth .he was fluent knowing both japanese and english. you were proud of him, from those days you guys got closer and closer, eventually becoming long-time best friends.

you both were into sports in high school. you being a volleyball player your fresh man year, then sophomore, junior and senior year being a cheerleader. while him being a basketball player for three years of his high school experience, his first year went to volleyball.

you liked volleyball but cheering and dancing was something you loved to do, you dreamed of being a pro cheerleader for the lakers, while aran dreamed of playing for the lakers.

“all the greats played for them!” he would say all the time. you and him had similar dreams with eachother, and saw eachother in the other’s future.

you realized as you both got older, got into the same college and you developed feelings for him, you honestly don’t know how and when, but did that stop you?

nah.

so now here you are, sitting on your dorm’s bed, biting your fingers and waiting for a response.

from him.

girl calmed down! he’s gonna respond! your dorm-mate willow told you, you guys had gotten pretty close you’re freshman year of college and luckily got the same roommate for sophomore year.

i know but i’m nervous you told them. they went over to you from their bed and sat on yours, next to you.

they rubbed your back gently and hugged you.

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⁷:¹⁰𝚙𝚖 -> 𝗵𝗲𝘆𝘆𝘆𝘆𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻!

𝘄𝗮𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 <- ⁷:¹¹𝚙𝚖

⁷:¹¹𝚙𝚖 -> 𝗶'𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂...

⁷:¹²𝚙𝚖 -> 𝘂𝗵𝗵𝗵..

𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹... 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝘂𝗽? <- ⁷:¹²𝚙𝚖

⁷:¹⁸𝚙𝚖 -> 𝗶 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂.

⁷:¹⁸𝚙𝚖 -> 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗮 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱...

𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘵 ¹⁰:⁵²𝚙𝚖

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the next day you didn’t go to school.

this had such a impact on you.

he looked at you messages and ignored it.

you were sulking in your own thoughts when you heard a knock on your dorm door.

you got up from your bed and went to answer it.

and behind it was him- aran standing in all of his ‘glory’. he was shining with sweat so it looks like he just came back from the gym.

can i come in? he asked you curiously , it never took you this long to tell him to come in. sure come in. you said with your head pointing down

you went to sit on your bed and patted your bed to sit next to you but he shook his in rejection. you heart sunk, he never rejected sitting next to you. you really messed up.

listen y/n, i’m gonna cut the chase. i, we can’t be anything. we are best friends i would hate to ruin over some stupid crush, ya know? he spoke to you urgently wanting you to understand where he was coming from.

you bit your lip and shut your eyes.

humiliation.

humiliation is what you felt.

i know, it was dumb to act on my heart rather than my thoughts. my bad i guess.. you harshly said to him now with tears cascading your face

y/n- he began to plead but you stopped him.

please just leave aran, there really isn’t no point of explaining. you said what you said. you told him wiping your tears and walking to your door.

you opened the door and slowly walked over to you and the door and looked at you one more time.

i love you. okay text me if you need me. aran said to you as he kissed your cheek and left out the room.

he was almost already down the hall when willow was walking up to the open door with you in the entrance.

so i saw him kiss your cheek? is it a yay or a nay? they asked you concerningly looking at your dries-up, tear-covered face.

it was a nay wills. you told them as you walked away from the door it’s funny cause you really thought he would you

like you

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a/n: heyyy its been a while… anyways! anyone want headcannons or a part two? maybe i’ll be nice and give y’all both… who knows… hope you enjoyed!

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cherxyx · 2 years

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What They Like Best On You…

Summary: This isn’t to offend anyone or for people to feel as if I’m making them controlling, just simply saying what they think is your signature stuff

Warnings: *ALL OF THEM ARE AGED UP* Spicy, MDI with parts that have these *, body talk, body worship, suggestive, side characters, a lil comparing between the twins in Osamu part, low key put myself in Aran, handjob and marking mentioned in the last one

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑶𝒏𝒆. 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑻𝒘𝒐. 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆.

𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚* knees just go weak when he sees you in his shirts, specifically his jersey. You wear his jersey with his favorite red-laced panties or his boxers, especially since it’s small on him, but seems to fit you perfectly. Knowing that Atsumu worships his jersey on you, on his birthday you had to surprise the birthday boy with his jersey and lingerie

𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐚 and rings with black nail polish. Suna knew that you were the one when didn't want traditional wedding rings instead you wanted black and red or when you came over to his house and asked to paint his nails. For Suna, a lot of people found it weird that he wears nail polish, but for you It was hot. You loved painting his nails and he adored watching you

𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚 unlike his brother he cherishes when you wear his sweats. You enjoyed seeing him in sweats, so you decided to try them on one day now you don’t want to ever take them off. Osamu does get turned on seeing you in his sweats with you showing off your body or your simply just in them

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐚 will never understand why you adore fall so much, but he does love seeing you get excited to decorate and go shopping. He does complain often about spending hours and hours in stores, yet he continues with you. His favorite outfits of yours were “Orangie” , “Black Cat”, “I paid for this one”. Kita likes the fashion shows.

𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐢𝐣𝐫𝐨 takes a liking to your style. Aran can't tell what your style is, hell even you can't...but he does like trying to guess your style. Aran sucks at doing it but he puts a smile on your smile anytime he does, so you love it. Aran calls it the “Rainbow aesthetic” because he never knows what aesthetic you’re going to go for

𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐆𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚 (𝐆𝐢𝐧)* adores your nails, definitely when you’re giving him a hand job or marking his back as he rams into you. Gin can never tell your aesthetic when it comes to your nails. It’s getting close to Halloween, so he has been loving your fall/Halloween nails. Gin’s top designs so far are Scream, Nightmare Before Christmas, and Coraline

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brokebrakes · 2 years

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a feeling of deja vu washed over me as yet another fan of aran stopped us to take a picture with him. usually, i wouldn't mind, smiling from the sidelines as he had a brief conversation with them. but today, we're celebrating our 4 year anniversary. we were already a few minutes late to the restaurant a made a reservation at, so when they took just one picture, i grabbed aran by the arm and dragged him away.

'woah woah woah! what're you doing?' he exclaimed, pulling his arm back.

'aran. we need to get to our anniversary reservations! we're already 10 minutes late!' i complained, tapping on the watch on my wrist. he rolled his eyes, shaking his head in a disappointed manner.

'i can't believe you pulled me away from a fan for some stupid anniversary reservation!' my eyes widened as i tried to comprehend what he just said. stupid anniversary? i looked back at my watch and sighed. i didn't allow myself to comprehend it, walking away from him in a silent fury.

'y/n, you know i didn't mean that.' he jogged up to me, placing a hand on my shoulder to stop me.

'let's just go, okay?' i muttered, not once laying an eye on him. i knew i was in the wrong, pulling him away from a fan like that. but the response was beyond me.

we didn't speak the whole way there, making it awkward when we got there. our usually full and interesting conversations were replaced with short questions and dry responses.

'is the food good?' aran asked, placing his hand on my free one. me being the petty person i am, yanked away and focused on the meal in front of me.

'yes, ojiro. thank you.' he paused for a moment, mouth agape. as i took a sip of my drink, he threw his fork and knife on his plate, making a big clang. i flinched, causing me to spill a bit on my shirt.

'what the hell is up with you?' he said in an exasperated tone. i cocked my eyebrow, making a confused expression.

'what now?'

'you never call me ojiro. you mad at me?'

'can we just eat our food and be done with this?' i suggested, patting a napkin on the wet spots. when he noticed the small amount of damage he did, he picked up another napkin and applied it to my shirt.

'my bad. can we please talk? i know this is about what i said earlier.'

'i'm over it! just leave it alone!' i replied, beginning to raise my voice.

'i can't 'just leave it alone!' and i know you aren't over it! i ruined our anniversary, i'm sorry, but i don't wanna ruin our relationship! just talk to me, please.' he took my hand in his, intertwining them. i sighed, my silent fury wavering as he kept unbreaking eye contact with me.

'i'm just being petty like always, don't even worry about it.'

'y/n. i was in the wrong, i admitted that already. can you just admit you're mad at me? i don't like you dismissing your feelings to deescalate shit.'

'fine! i hate how you wasted time on our anniversary of all days to have conversations with random people! i hate how you talk to them for way longer than you need to! i hate how you me feel like i did something wrong! and i hate how things this trivial get me riled up! i hate it! i hate all of it!'

i held my head in my hands, sobbing into them uncontrollably. i heard shuffling around me as i felt myself begin to hyperventilate. aran wrapped his arms around me, rubbing circles on my back in an attempt to calm me.

'sorry, this is so pathetic.' i said, choking on my sobs. he shook his head, caressing my cheek.

'nah, this is growth. we're growing, y/n.'

#aran x reader #aran ojiro #aran haikyuu #x black reader #black girls of tumblr #black reader #poc reader #black men #haikyū!!#haikyuu!!#haikyu x black reader #haikyu x reader #haikyu x you #argument #angst?#ojiro aran

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letsmakethingsclear-ididntask · 2 years

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Unwanted dinner

Aran x black!reader

Warning: Strong language, shitty people, Kenma is taking nobody’s shit, mention pregnancy and abortions

Masterlist

There are written parts bellow

Word count: idk :D

Every picture will most likely have a written portion directly under it.

“Will you two shut up?” Lev called, over the two’s bickering. Lev was driving because Kenma could be bothered to, even though it was his car. Y/n had shotgun while Kenma took the back seat.

“Can we just go to our own dinner? Like honestly, I could be streaming right now.” Kenma complained, not looking up from his game.

“Right, were already late, we can just not show up?” Y/n huffed while she played with her polished fingernails.

“I don’t want to go either, but y’all know nana is expecting us to be there.” Lev said sadly. Y/n and Kenma didn’t say anything after that. The drive continued in silence.

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The trio walked into the very extravagate restaurant and they were lead to a large section that was for private parties. Y/n was slowly filling up with dread. she regretted coming here, she wanted nothing more than to go back home and be with Aran. To talk and laugh about anything and everything. Just for him to hold her and say ‘everything is going to be okay’.

Y/n subconsciously reached out for Kenma’s hand and held it tight. This stopped both men from walking and they looked to her.

‘‘Y/n. We don’t have to go in. We can turn around and go back home. We’ll call Grandma another day.” Kenma said and Lev agreed. Neither one of them looked forward to this, they all knew this dinner would end badly.

“Let’s just get this over with”

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They finally walked into the space the dinner was being held. It was spacious and brightly lit, low music playing in the background. The Kuroos we’re talking amongst each other with five other people attending that they were unaware of. One person that none of them knew and the other one was talking cheerfully while practically sitting in Kuroo’s lap.

“Yaku, Alisa and the other Haiba are here,,,,,,,,,, fucking greaaaaaaat.” Kenma spoke loudly on purpose, walking over to the vacant seats. He ignored the people that tried to greet him.

Alisa stood from her seat on Kuroo’s lap and made her way over to them with a bright smile the irked the trio immediately.

“Levochka! I missed you so much!” Alisa called, walking over to Lev with outstretched arms. Lev simply side stepped her and walked over to the seats, pulling one out for Y/n in between Kenma and himself. Alisa almost tripped over her own feet. While Y/n bit back her laughter, Kenma and Lev made their amusement know. Kenma could feel everyone looking at them and spoke up, annoyed.

“What? Did you expect us NOT to laugh after she tripped over her stupid looking ass heels? If she stayed seated and been a lap bitch, then she wouldn’t have almost fell on her face and we wouldn’t be laughing” Kenma stated.

“Excuse me??” Alisa's mother interjected. “Of course, momma bitch has to say something” Kenma rolled his eyes. She gasped completely offended, Kenma mocked her gasped. She looked over to her husband completely expecting him to defend her and their daughter, he did not. Kenma was bored so he turned his attention to Kuroo.

“I see you forgot to mention that we could bring a plus 1 to dinner”

“So, what if I did? I see you forgot to wear the proper clothes for dinner.”

“I think we did you guys a favor” Lev cut in “We would hate to be confused for your family” he said with a smile.

Kuroo and Lev were having somewhat of a staring match while Kenma glared at Alisa and her mother. Y/n finally decided to speak up and address the unknown man at the table.

“I’m sorry, I don’t believe we’ve met. who are you?” The man looked taken aback, not expecting to be spoken to.

Before he could speak attention was brought to the entrance. Some waiters announced the arrival of Grandma. Everyone stood to greet her she gave them all a bland hello before her eyes fell upon the pink trio.

Her eyes crinkled with her smile as she greeted them warmly. Immediately taking Lev into her arms with an eager hug. She did the same with Kenma and Y/n.

“Darling, your dress is wonderful! The pink suits you well.” she complemented her, giving her face a gentle squeeze. They walked her to the table where she decided to sit next to Y/n in between Lev and Kenma.

After everyone was seated, the waiters came out and took everyone’s order and brought out drinks. Grandma took notice of the new people in the room and gave them all a look. “Darling” she spoke to Y/n “Do you know these extra people? I do believe that this was family gathering, why are they here?” Before Y/n could answer her, Kuroo’s older sister interjected.

“Grandmother! These are-” “Child.”

All kindness left her voice, eyes cold as she stared at her Grandchild. “I do not think I was talking to you when I asked my question. Only speak when you are spoken too. Have your parents not taught you and your brother this?” She turned her attention back to Y/n waiting for her to answer her question.

Y/n explained that the people where Alisa and Her parents plus a man she did not know. The man introduced himself as Yuki and stated that he was Yaku’s plus one.

“And what is your relationship with Yaku?” “Oh! ma’am Yaku-kun is my boyfriend” Yuki spoke cheerfully. With that he grabbed Yaku’s hand and kissed that back of it. As he did, he maintained eye contact with Lev, so did Yaku. They both wore a smug look. Yaku had the thought that he was the best thing Lev ever had even after their separation. He thought that Lev would be too depressed to ever move on from him. He only brought a date to get a reaction out of him. All he got was a raised eyebrow and a side glance.

“Boyfriend? Yaku are you not married to Lev?” Grandma asked confused and a little angry.

“No grandma we are not married. We are in the process of a divorce.”

“Oh? And what happened for it to lead to this” Grandma looked between the two. Her eyes fell on Yaku where they stayed, staring into his eyes. Yaku immediately felt like she knew everything that happened, just by looking into his eyes. He broke the contact.

“Well Nana, I’ll tell you some other time. When the company is more, pleasant.” Lev said then sighed.

“Well now I feel lonely. I didn’t know we could bring a +1, I would have brought Shinsuke-kun.” he said with a pout.

“And who is Shinsuke? There are a lot of your friends I am not familiar with.”

“Kita Shinsuke is his boyfriend Grandma” Kenma said smugly, looking at Yaku.

Grandma looked absolutely shocked, and the table was silent. No one talked but Kuroo looked over to Yaku. His eyes held so many emotions, everyone at the table could see it. The silence was interrupted by Grandma grabbing Lev’s face and going ape shit on him.

“You have a Boyfriend, and you didn’t bring him to dinner!” “Grandma I didn’t know we could-”

“That’s no excuse!! You need to bring him here. I want to meet him!!” “Grandma I’m sorry-” “I don’t want you sorry!! I want to meet your Boyfriend!!”

“KENMA HAS A BOYFRIEND TOO” “Hey! leave me out of this” Her attention was then turned to Kenma, who sat next to Y/n. Grandma has now released Lev’s poor cheeks and gave Kenma the same treatment.

"You two have some nerve not telling me about your boyfriends. I expect a full explanation later on" she said. Kenma and Lev agreed with a grumble rubbing their faces.

"Grandma blame your grandson. He left out that we could bring a plus one when he said we had to come." Y/n said.

Grandma huffed " well tell your partners to clear up their schedules as soon as possible. I need to meet them."

Kenma looked at Y/n before looking at Kuroo, who he smirked at. "Does that mean Y/n boyfriend has to come too?" Kenma asked. Grandma looked confused

“Yes, Tetsurou has to come. Why wouldn’t he?” Kenma felt the harsh glare he was getting from the Kuroos and Yaku but he couldn’t care less. Kenma looked at them with smug eyes and a small smirk. Lev faked his shock.

“Nana nobody told you? Y/n broke up with Kuroo” Lev said with and over exaggerating pout that Kenma copied. “They haven’t been together for a while”

Grandma looked to Y/n with a short of hurt expression, confusion in her eyes. Y/n gave her the biggest grin she could before answering her unspoken question “Grand I’m fine! I haven’t been this happy in the past few years”

“If you say so, but why are all of you ending your relationships? I don’t understand it” she spoke sadly.

“You have a shitty grandson. That’s why” Kenma spoke bluntly, Lev eagerly agreed.

She turned to said grandson, to ask what Kenma was talking about but was interrupted by Kuroo’s mother frantically calling for a waitress to take their orders. She ended up ordering for the whole table. The waitress quickly wrote down the orders and left, staring at Y/n as she went. Y/n didn’t know why the waitress looked at her terrified, but she didn’t question it. She only raised an eyebrow and her expression turned to pity and quickly left.

"Is someone going to explain what Kenma is talking about?"

"It's nothing mother. Please don't worry yourself over it."

"We will tell you about it at lunch nana." Lev said

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Everyone made small talk amongst themselves as they waited for the food to come. Grandma would not talk with anyone but the trio, she didn't like how her family was treating them. She could see something was up with them.

"Darling, are you wearing makeup? You look like you're glowing." she complimented Y/n. "I guess I'm glowing because I'm happy"

"She's only happy because she got her pu-ACK!! Fucking OW!" Kenma tried to say but Y/n stepped on his toe with her heel. "Y/n that wasn't very nice!" Lev said.

Then starters came out and were placed on the table, each person started with a salad. "Please enjoy, out meals will be out shortly" the waiters called together before leaving. Something was off, that same waiter wouldn't look at anyone seated at the table. Y/n felt sick, her salad smelt funny, and her nose scrunched up which was noticed by the table.

"What's wrong Y/n?"

"It smells funny.." "The salad?" "Yeah"

Despite the smell, Y/n still tried some of the salad. She immediately spit it out into a napkin and pushed the plate away. "No. it tastes awful too."

"Well, I'll eat it if you don't want it. I like it" Lev said as he took the plate.

"Oh please!" Alisa huffed "Its just a salad. And you can finish it?"

Her mother chimed in "honestly, no wonder you look like that."

The other women at the table snickered at the remarks made. Y/n looked bored and rolled her eyes.

"I don't have to eat it if I don't want too." "Well maybe you should eat a salad sometimes, maybe then you wouldn't look like that." Alisa jabbed .

"Okay. Since we are talking bout appearances, for a "all natural" you sure are wearing a lot of makeup. It looks blotchy, right around your nose. Like you're trying to hide something."

"And you, ma'am. You look like you've had several Botox procedures done on your face. Maybe you and your daughter shouldn't be worrying 'bout my diet and more 'bout the wrinkles on your big ass fucking head. If your gonna use me for a joke at least make it funny" This got a laugh out of Granny.

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"Hey, don't eat it if your gonna make a face like she did" Kenma said looking at Lev. "Okay. Y/n was right, it tastes funny. Excuse me! Can I get a to-go box? thank you."

"Why would you take it home if it tastes funny?"

"Maybe it won't taste funny tomorrow?"

"..... You're an idiot" "You guys are so mean tonight!" Lev whined.

"Anyway, I asked for you all to attend dinner tonight because I have some very important things to discuss with you all. But seeing as how people I don't consider family have attended this dinner I will discuss it on a later day." Grandma said.

"I think you three should leave. You heard grandma, this is a family event" Alisa said, waving her hand in a dismissive manner.

"..... I knew you were a fucking moron." Lev said. Alisa tried to counter but was silenced by Grandma.

"Lev is right, you are incredibly stupid. I was referring to you, your parents, and that Yuki fellow. You and your mother have done nothing but be rude and snarky to my ACTUL wanted guess. At least your father was quite this whole time. Yuki has barley spoken but he still managed to make me angry. Hes been glaring at Lev all night. Yaku, maybe find a partner that won't be intimidated by your Ex-husband. Thank you all, you've ruined my dinner." she gathered her things to leave, she turned to the trio and gave a smile "I still expect to meet them soon you three."

"Grandmother before you go, I- we have something to tell you all" Tetsuro said, grabbing Alisa's hand and putting his other in his pocket.

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enretrogue · 4 months

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𝗔𝗨𝗚𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟮)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC REC M.LIST

ATTACK ON TITAN

MULTI CHARACTER

Where Do You Want It? (Eren, Armin, Jean, Levi) — @ilyluffy

When You’re Jealous (Eren, Armin, Jean, Connie) — @kingkohona

When You Don’t Say “I Love You” Back (Eren, Jean) — @spiteless-xo

Basketball AU (Onyankopon and Aran Ojiro) — @dilfl0v3rss .☘︎ ݁˖

Pussy Talk (Connie, Ony, Armin, Eren)— @lingeriae .☘︎ ݁˖

JEAN KIRSCHTEIN (KIRSTEIN)

Pretty Girl — @theragethatisdesire

Resolve — @honeyblood .☘︎ ݁˖

Jean HCs: Mf Whipped — @4ttack-ur-heart

Friends w/ Benefits — @ilyluffy

Best Friend — @dreamerdeity

Only One Bed — @kingkonoha

2 AM — @cyberheavens

It’s My Party, I’ll Cry If I Want To — @xgfpng

Tell Me What You Want — @atruewarrior

EREN JAEGER

Forget The Movie — @sat0-get0 .☘︎ ݁˖

Pageant Dad!Eren — @rrenzwrld .☘︎ ݁˖

Ink — @synamoly .☘︎ ݁˖

Eren Talking You Through It — @shawtuzi .☘︎ ݁˖

In a Room Full of Art, I’d Still Stare at You ⎢ Part Two — @s-sugustar .☘︎ ݁˖

Pussy Fairy — @roronoaswifey .☘︎ ݁˖

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✧˖*°࿐ synopsis + warnings — the adventures of aran ojiro and his pregnant wife. ( she/her pronouns, black reader, domestic!aran, pro-volleyball player aran, pregnancy mention, humor, fluff, one of moots mentioned domestic aran and my brain been rotting for it ever since )

✧˖*°࿐ tags — @ambrodias @tyga-lily @massivelynervousprincess for the middle name credit lol

WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT ARAN WOULD BE A DAD. It took him by shock also when his fiance (Y/N) was giving him the paperwork stating that she was pregnant. Blabbering nervously about how she took three at-home pregnancy tests and also got blood drawn to confirm it also. She kept apologizing because she knew how he was at the peak of his career and she didn’t want to put a hold on that because of the pregnancy. But all Aran could do is let a smile creep on her face before he’s leaning over placing a kiss on her lips to quiet her down.

He’s been dealing with the Miya twins for years, he was sure he can handle a kid of his own. He was sure the two of you can get through it. Yes, his career was at the highest peak but he wanted to give [Y/N] and his child the world. Although currently his life was filled with the Olympics, sports endorsements and the list goes on, he knew that before those things you were by his side.

“We’ll get through it babe,” He’ll utter as his large hands were caressing [Y/N]’s.

With another addition to the family, the two soon-to-be parents spent a lot of time preparing for the child. From baby shopping for things like car seats, cribs, and the list goes on to turn the one spare bedroom in your luxury apartment into a baby room. Not choosing a color yet because the gender was still a surprise. [Y/N] took it upon herself to only tell Aran's parents, her parents, and Aran's closest friends. Aran didn't particularly care to be left out of the dark of the gender situation, after all regardless of gender he just was excited to have his own little mini-me.

But as he sat in Osamu's restaurant, catching up on everything alongside Atsumu. [Y/N] had excused herself to use the bathroom, making a subtle joke about how liquids run through her like crazy.

"Aran, I have such a good idea as a gift for your son." Osamu was carelessly blabbering on about a baby jersey of their high school. "Well, actually I know it's kinda early but I got this adorable little thing made for the lil guy."

Aran's eyebrows knitted together in confusion as he was listening to Osamu before Atsumu threw a chopstick at his twin brother. "Dude! Do you ever shut up? [Y/N]'s never telling us a secret ever again," He sighs.

Osamu's face went red as he uttered an apology. "Surprise." He said lowly as he saw [Y/N] wobbling back to the group of boys. Her belly is now much noticeable to Osamu compared to the last time he saw her, despite her constantly in here due to pregnancy cravings for his food. She's noticing everyone looks and her curious eyes are darting between the three men. "What?" She questioned.

"He knows," Atsumu says before his head is motioning to his brother.

"Osamu! I told you not to tell him, it was supposed to be a surprise." [Y/N] whined as she takes her seat.

"Okay, but in my defense, I couldn't hold it in any longer," Osamu says. "I'll be right back," He says before he disappears in the back of his restaurant.

[Y/N]'s turning in her seat to face her husband, legs brushing against his as she can't hold back the charming grin on her face that's causing Aran to smile so hard. Perhaps it was because it was the similar grin she gave him when they first met when they first exchanged those three words when they got married.

"A boy huh?" Aran questioned as he's inching a little closer to [Y/N].

"Yes, a little precious boy." She leans over placing a loving kiss on his plump lips. Which Aran was so eager to deepen it, his large hands cupping her face. But the kiss was interrupted by Osamu holding up something and clearing his throat to gain the couple's attention.

"That is so corny." Atsumu snickered gaining a glare from his twin.

"Oh my gosh! It's so adorable," [Y/N]'s gushes as her hands are extended out to grab the onesie that has Osamu's restaurant logo on it.

Osamu has this smile on his face as he's leaning over the bar. "You know with the way you and the little guy been coming here constantly eating my food, it's only right." He says shrugging his shoulders as he hands the onesie to [Y/N].

Aran just watching the events unfold in front of him. The twinkle in [Y/N]'s eyes as she talks about their son and all the things she wants to buy for him. Or the subtle joke she makes about how Atsumu has to get something also for the child if he wants to be as cool as Osamu as a godfather. Perhaps, Aran was falling in love all over again.

Of course, he couldn't help but let those butterflies fly around in the pit of his stomach (and falling in love all over again) as he's following [Y/N] around the marble kitchen counter trying to collect the bowl of ramen out of her hand. A low chuckle escaped Aran's lips as she stopped pointing her chopsticks at him as her belly poked out the pajama shirt she wore. "It's just ramen," She's whining as she placed the bowl down.

"And it has a lot of sodium in it, now hand it over." Aran firmly says as he motions for her to push the bowl over.

"According to who? Iwaizumi? He doesn't count just because he eats and breaths fitness. He doesn't know the cravings a pregnant woman whose child thinks it's funny to constantly push upon her urinary bladder." [Y/N] rants and Aran couldn't help but stare.

Silence overcame the two before he's letting a loud laugh escape the back of his throat. A frustrated pout forms on her lips as she pushes the bowl over, mumbling some words as her hands stroked at her enlarged belly. Aran walks over to [Y/N] placing a kiss on the corner of her pouting lips. "I'll make you something better m'kay?"

"Can you make those brownies I like also?" [Y/N] asked as her arms snaked around Aran's waist bringing him closer to her, even though her belly poked at his hard-toned torso.

"Anything for you [Y/N]," Aran says as he leans down kissing at his wife's lips.

Maybe he did fall in love with [Y/N] all over again now that the due date was getting closer. She's sitting on the couch on her phone texting away. Her small knotless braids tugged into a bun, she wore a pair of grey sweat shorts and Aran's high school jersey that her belly seemed to stretch. Her feet are in Aran's lap as he's massaging one of them due to her constantly complaining about them hurting. On some days he'll cater to her as if she was a princess in a palace due to her ankles being swollen. "Babe, are we sure about making him a junior?" She's questioning.

"We've had this conversation for months [Y/N]. It was your idea and I support whatever you want to do baby," Aran says as his hands massage her feet. "Why'd you ask? Did the twins try to talk you out of it?"

His eyes glanced over at her as she went quiet before he could hear a gush of wetness on the leather couch they were sitting on. She's letting out a sly giggle, "Cause of that." she says, and Aran's eyes are popping out his head in pure panic.

He's pushing himself out of his seat. "Did you just- Oh my god! I should call your GYN." He's rushing to get his phone.

"Babe just calm down. I'm the one having little Aran Jr, I should be the one panicking." [Y/N] says as she's pushing herself out the seat slowly to slide on the slippers she was previously wearing. "Just get the bags we packed weeks ago."

Aran's doing just that as he's tugging the blue-colored diaper bag and the duffel bag full of [Y/N]'s stuff on his shoulder. When Aran back into the living room, he's walking over to [Y/N]. It seemed like his hands were shaking uncontrollably and he felt hot. When [Y/N] saw, her small hands are grabbing a hold of his shaking ones. She's giving it a firm squeeze, "Aran please calm down. I don't need you fainting on me. Not at the moment, just breathe." [Y/N] inhaled sharply to let out a breath to steady her own breathing which Aran mimic exactly what she's doing before helping to guide her out of their apartment.

And indeed Aran fell in love with his wife [Y/N] again when he watched her peacefully sleeping in the hospital bed while he was feeding their son Aran Jude Ojiro. Or to [Y/N] when she didn't want to get the two mixed up when calling one of their names, she already nicknamed the little baby 'AJ'. Aran's eyes twinkled with so much compassion and love seeing his son peacefully drink from the small bottle. He has some grin on his face as the pad of his finger is caressing the small hand of his son.

"You got two of the coolest parents ever AJ," He cooed softly. "And plenty of even cooler godfathers."

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skrillawrld · 2 years

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𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭➜ 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

"Oh, He still don't make you feel beautiful

I know, but I do , just know I gotchu."

The song went on in the background. You were riding around with Aran chilling until your boyfriend, Atsumu, got done with practice.

You always knew Aran had something for you, and you? You started developing feelings for him recently. He's always there for you, he always was. Your boyfriend hasn't been acting like your boyfriend for a while, he'd always ignore you or contact you hours after you've reached out to him.

You understood he was busy but still, if he couldn't treat you correctly it made no sense him being with you. It wouldn't really hurt you but he should just let go.

"He said he's not coming by me tonight because he's going to be practicing longer so I shouldn't expect him." You said, reading the text message that was sent to your phone.

"Cool, do you wanna hang out for the rest of the time being?" Aran asked.

"Sure."

"He still don't even give you enough,

It's true, in my room, I ain't gon' stop you."

He sung the lyrics.

Curiosity peeked your interest because you wanted to know if he was trying to sneakily apply the song to your situation, and if he was trying to drop hints.

"Y/n." Aran called out.

"Yes?" You questioned.

"I honestly don't know why you're still with him. He doesn't treat you the same. He's changed." Aran voiced out.

"I know, I've noticed his change already." You said stating the obvious. "I still have some love for him though." You continued on.

"Time for you to let him go." He said grabbing your chin leaning in.

"Hol' up." You said, it's not like you didn't like Aran, you did, a lot. However you're not a cheater, it was against your morals.

"I just can't right now, carry me to Atsumu's please." You stated. You already had keys to his house, and you just wanted to snuggle into his bed and be around his scent.

"That's fine Y/n, whatever you want." He said driving to Atsumu's place.

His car was there, you guys didn't live far, plus he did say he was going to be at practice longer. The text was sent less than 15 minutes ago so it confused you.

Why was he home?

Exiting Aran's car you walked up to his front door. Unlocking the door quietly and entering you heard nothing but groans and moans.

"Aw hell nah." You said walking up the stairs, busting open his room door you were met with a girl riding him, she looked so familiar. She was. She was one of his fan girls, the most persistent one who'd always have him autograph some part of her body. Interesting.

Standing there in surprise rather than hurt you wondered how long it would take him to notice you, it wasn't very long.

You walked out his house, hurt? Nah. Angry? Maybe. Angry that he cheated on you, angry that he betrayed your trust, angry that he's been sticking his dick in that woman for more than two months, angry that he didn't even have the balls to leave you.

Aran noticed you storming out the house with a half naked Atsumu on your tail, the pieces had already clicked in his head, it was just a matter of time before you figured out.

"Y/n! Can you stop for a moment please!?" Atsumu yelled out.

"No but I am gonna make a couple things clear. Don't talk to me, don't breathe at me, don't look at me, you notice me in public and I don't notice you? Turn yo big ass and walk the other way. I'm coming to collect my things and when I reach in that car right there..." you said pointing to Aran's car, "You will be getting blocked, and we're done." You stated.

Instead of sadness it felt as though a big weight was lifted off your shoulder. Was his negative energy really that impacting on your life?

"How you feeling?" Aran asked.

"Alright, I'll pull through." You said smiling at him.

"That's good." He said pecking your forehead.

"Where do you want to go now?" He questioned.

"You can carry me home, thank you." You said facing the window.

✶

For the past few weeks you and Aran spent time together. You guys were closer and more comfortable with each other, each moment you spent with him you fell harder.

He understood you didn't want to rush into a relationship immediately, and he was glad you didn't use him as a rebound. You caught genuine feelings for him.

"So, where are you taking me?" You questioned.

"Be patient and wait." He said placing his hand on your thigh and rubbing small circles in with his thumb.

"Fine." You said

"We're here." He stated, pulling up to a beach house.

"Oh this is nice." You said longing your E's.

"Thank you." He said opening the door. The inside was gorgeous, the grey on black color scheme was beautiful. The most beautiful thing was the kitchen, it was one of the nicest kitchens you've ever seen.

"I'll be cooking for you." He said. He took off his shirt and placed it on one of the kitchen chairs, he then started grabbing the ingredients out the fridge and then the pasta out the pantry.

He made you some good shrimp Alfredo and for your drink he gave you a glass of red wine.

"Aran, I know it hasn't been a while since we brought feelings up, but I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate you and your company and how you take care of me so well." You said giving him a hug.

"I appreciate you just as much. I'm glad you let me take you out." He said gripping your chin while looking at your lips.

"Yeah?" You questioned.

"Mhm." He grunted out. Before he got to say another thing you smashed your lips onto his.

Deciding to pull back, he grabbed your head pulling you deeper into the kiss, he bit your lip which caused you to groan and he slipped his tongue inside. After deciding that you both actually needed air you pulled away.

"Would you like to continue this?" He questioned, he looked as though he was in a haze.

"Yes, please." You panted out, latching your lips back onto his.

He proceeded to guide you both to his bedroom and started stripping.

"Aren't you gonna take off your clothes?" He asked, rubbing on your skin.

"I'm just a little insecure." You whispered out. He walked up to you and slowly fondled with your breast, his heat and affection making you slowly forget why you didn't want to take your clothes off.

After you both stripped you pushed him on the bed, he then got on top of you and started kissing you, from your ears all the way down to your clit. He started toying with it and blowing air onto it causing you to squirm and beg him to "stop teasing."

"Don't you enjoy it?" He said, pinching your clit. He knew you didn't have the energy to respond, and right when you did he plunged his tongue between your folds, sucking all your juices out.

"Aran... please.." You panted out, you didn't know what you were begging for but you need something to relieve the ache.

"Please what?" He asked with a cocky grin.

"I need you inside me." You rasped out, on the verge of tears. So desperate and needy for him, and he was happy to relieve your ache.

He got up and stood next to your head, waiting for you to lubricate his dick. As you soon realized what he wanted you spat on his dick, taking only the tip between your lips to tease him back. He got fed up with your teasing and pushed all of himself into you, causing you to gag.

After you got him nice and wet he went between your legs, placing his hands behind the back of your knees and resting them by your head. He toyed with your clit before roughly slapping his dick onto it.

He slowly slipped inside, not putting it all in at once and went slow with his strokes, watching his dick go in and out of you as if he was in a trance, he soon heard your groaning and decided to speed up, shocking the hell out of you.

"Don't cry baby." He said rubbing your tears away, but you couldn't help it when his dick was hitting your spot so good, it was so good that you was almost tempted to tell him to cum in you, but you refrained yourself from doing so.

"Are you close baby?" He said rubbing your clit. All you could do was pant, you were mot in the right headspace and him rubbing your clit made you feel brain dead, you couldn't focus on anything, you couldn't even warn him that you were cumming.

All Aran felt was a wet liquid soaking his bottom half.

"Oh shit." He moaned out. He started pounding into you harder, getting himself off. He finished and came on your stomach, rubbing some off and placing his finger your mouth.

You hummed out in approval letting him know he tasted good. He gave you a kiss and got up out the bed to run you a bath, in there he whispered sweet affirmations, telling you that you were more than enough and how good you did for him.

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