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libraryoflillies · 2 years
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𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐈𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞
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summary: There’s someone else attracted to you, and now, they need to think fast to deal with the new competition.
characters: Atsumu, Osamu, Aran, and Suna (Inarizaki's boys)
note: remastered work, and this one still makes me giggle all over hehe. Wish I could have studied at Inarizaki in high school.
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ATSUMU MIYA: the show off.
Atsumu doesn't like to admit it, but sometimes he's insecure with himself. He knows that he’s handsome, talented, someway funny, smoothly charming, and every girl loves that in a guy. Heck, he has a fan club, and he's not even finished with school.
But none of it is enough to make Kai, one of your classmates, back away from hitting on you. That guy is stupidly self-confident, getting in Tsumu's way and blowing his chances by stealing you from him whenever he can. Who needs help solving a simple algebra question? What a surprise, dumb Kai needs it.
Atsumu’s determined to convince you that he’d be the perfect boyfriend for you. And he'll use all of his qualities in order to do that.
Praising you, carrying your book in the hallway, treating you with sweets and snacks, even joining you in the library for a study session; also, since he’s much more athletic than Kai, he tries to impress you with his physique, either by carrying something heavy, or simply flexing his biceps “unintentionally”.
But when you watch volleyball practice, he shines with overconfidence, making the court a stage for him. Everyone already noticed the way their setter winks at you during games, sending you some of his ravishing grins at some moves:
"Ya like that?" He asks you, standing close to the bleachers during break time. "Keep watching, angel. My next point will be for ya."
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OSAMU MIYA: the competitive.
Osamu's very confident in himself, but when he realizes that someone wanted what he wants, he becomes seriously competitive.
To prove that he's the best option, he decides to challenge his opponent. It could be anything, he'd even let Kai decide, but the rules remain the same: no cheating, and whoever loses, gives up on you right away.
Isn't Samu afraid of losing? The answer is simple:
He won’t lose. He’ll make sure of that.
“Kai.” Osamu calls out to the long-haired boy who was reading while walking down the hall. Kai looks at him with frustration, but lets him say what he wants. Samu moves until he’s face to face with him, like two boxers before a match. Their glare it’s unwavering. “I know what yer trying with ______.”
Kai rolls his eyes, crossing his arms on the way. “And what do you have to do with it? I’m not afraid of you, Miya.”
“Really?” Osamu wonders, sizing him. He presses his index finger onto the boy’s chest. “You and me, on the court after class. Let’s see if you can handle a match.” He smirks when he notices the boy getting tense. “You’re not afraid of that, are you?”
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OJIRO ARAN: the intimidator.
Aran is a lovely boy. Seriously, he’s so kind and friendly with others, that sometimes you wonder if he really exists. A big, teddy bear, that’s what he is.
He noticed though, that many guys get intimidated by him, due to his size, posture, and even his voice. It was weird for him in the beginning, but he grew into like the respect he gets for that, which increased even more after he became the ace of the school's team.
So when he realized that Kai was trying to win you over, he thought: why not use that in his favor?
Don’t misunderstand, Aran doesn’t like bullying at all, and he would never hurt the boy if it wasn’t necessary. But maybe, you know, a simple warning might convince Kai to give up. It doesn’t hurt trying.
“Hey, Kai!” Aran finds the boy eating at a table in the cafeteria, and without waiting for an invitation, he sits down next to him, placing his chair near Kai’s. “How ya doing man? Good? Great, listen up.” The boy didn't actually have time to answer, but it's not like Ojiro was interested anyway.
Aran places his right big hand on the boy’s back, and offers him a too friendly smile. Tone low and clear, he warns. “I like _____. And I saw ya trying to ask her out yesterday after class. Ya see, it’s really hard to date a girl if someone else’s on the way, you know? So, could ya do me a favor, and stay away?”
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SUNA RINTARO: the clever.
Suna's very smart. He knows exactly how to turn a situation in his favor, like, for example, winning you over. He can't predict how long it will take but believe me when I say that everything he does is meant to make you fall in love with him, little by little.
If a stone called Kai gets in his way, well, he'll figure out how to handle it.
No man is perfect, so all he needs to do is find a flaw in his opponent. It doesn't really matter how silly it is: if it can help him make Kai fall, it's a jewel in Rintaro’s hands.
And after a few days of watching, Suna found out his precious diamond: Kai's a womanizer.
Heck, the guy's not even decent, trying to woo another girl during lunch. Rin uses the boy's indiscretion, recording everything in good sound and detail. And having all the evidence, Suna makes his master move, revealing the whole truth to your beautiful eyes:
“It’s okay, ______.” He gently caresses your hair while embracing you, trying to bring you comfort after seeing the video. “There’s a lot of guys like that here. But I’ll make sure to not let any of them come in yer way.” He swears, a smirk growing when he hears you thanking him. “Yer welcome, my dear. I’ll always be there for ya.”
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classyrbf · 4 months
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SLEEP AID!
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SYNOPSIS...it’s late in the night and you can’t fall asleep, but aran proposes an idea that might help you
INFO...timeskip!aran ojiro x poc fem!reader, aran calls reader mamas, messy make out, nipple play, pussy slapping, fingering, praise, love bombs, not proofread
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated
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You stirred in your sleep, fluffing up the pillow below your head while your boyfriend peacefully slept beside you. His quiet and small breaths should put you at ease, like they always do, but tonight they didn’t do that. For some reason, you just could not sleep. It was starting to become frustrating.
Aran takes a deep breath in, his hand running over her bare chest as he slowly opened his eyes to see you sitting up in bed. His brow raised, confused as to why you were still up. “Baby?” He groaned, turning on his side to face you. At the sound of his voice, your head turned. Did you wake him?
“Sorry, baby. Did I wake you up?” You asked, slightly frowning. You knew Aran needed his sleep since he always worked so early in the morning. Aran groaned, shaking his head. “No.” He reached an arm out to you, his hand touch your bare thigh. His thumb gently caressed the skin as you laid back down on your pillow.
“Why are you up? You okay?” His hand moved up your leg until he reached your waist, using his strength to pull you closer to him. His head rested on the crook of your neck as he closed his eyes, taking in the scent of cocoa butter on your skin. You always smelled so good to him. Not to mention, your skin was always soft.
Your hands found their way around his neck, playing with the nape of it. Fingers trailed lightly over his skin as he rested against you. “I can’t sleep.” You sighed. You weren’t even sure what time it was anymore, but it felt it’s been hours since you’ve been trying to get your eyes to stay closed. Aran slowly lifted his head to look at you, “why didn’t you wake me up earlier?” He questioned.
“Didn’t wanna wake you.” You shook your head. “I know you work early.” You stared down at him. Aran chuckled lightly to himself, placing a chaste kiss under your jaw.
“If you need something, tell me. I don’t care what it is.” He placed another kiss under your jaw, closer to your neck this time. He slowly sat up, the comforter slipping off of his body as he began to tower over you, his gold necklace swaying back and forth. His hand slipped under the oversized shirt you wore, his smooth hands running over your skin as he continued to kiss your neck.
“What…what are you doing?” You asked, a smile forming on your face. It was obvious what he was doing but hearing it come from your boyfriends mouth would be a lot better. Aran just hummed, his hands moving higher up your torso until he reached the mounds of your breasts. It was moments like these where he was thankful you didn’t wear a bra to bed.
“What do you think I’m doing?” He lifted his head, grabbing the hem of your shirt to bring it over your head. The cold air that hit your bare skin caused your nipples to harden. His thumbs ran over them, tweaking them with his fingers while his other hand ran up and down your stomach. The feeling sent shivers through your body.
“Aran, baby—”
“Shhh, just relax, mamas.” He took one your nipples in his mouth, wet tongue running over your skin, suckling on your breast. You inhaled deeply, basking in the feeling of pleasure, Aran’s free hand coming to play with your other nipple, tweaking it between his thumb and pointer finger. He let out a soft groan upon hearing your whimpers, only fueling his desire to make you feel even better.
You could feel the arousal pool in your underwear, leaving you squirming underneath your boyfriend. He lifted his head, leaving wet kisses from your sternum all the way down to your belly button, each kiss sending a pleasurable shiver up your spine. Goosebumps littered your skin, anticipating his next move. You looked down at him with desperation, the little touches and lustful looks he gave you were enough to drive you crazy.
You gulped as he dipped his head lower between your legs, fingers running over your clothed slit, massaging your clit with his padded fingers, massaging your slick into your fold. Your hips twitched at the sensation. “Stop teasing.”
Aran chuckled at your words, looking up at you from his position. “I’m sorry,” he cooed, running his hands up and down your thighs. He planted a kiss over your panties right where your clit was, the feeling of his breath against your skin letting your imagination run wild. “Let’s take these off of you, yeah?” He got up on his knees, his fingers grabbing the hem of your panties and pulling them down. You lifted your hips for him, making it easier to slide the fabric off. He tossed them somewhere on the floor of your bedroom, not sparing them one glance, his eyes focused on you.
“Spread your legs for me,” he demanded. You felt slightly shy, even if you have done this with him a million times before, his intimidating nature never failed to make you feel smaller. But, you did as you were told, revealing yourself to him. “Goddamn,” he whispered, but still loud enough for you to hear. He looked like a kid in a candy store, pupils blown wide as he stared down at your dripping pussy. He brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing it in small circles just to see your cute reactions. “That feel good, mamas?” He chuckled, watching you bite your lower lip and stare at him, basically begging for more.
You nodded, watching his slow ministrations. Aran laid beside you, replacing his thumb wit his two middle fingers, still gently rubbing. Your legs were still spread wide, hole clenching around nothing and dripping just for your boyfriend. “Put ‘em inside,” you gasped upon feel Aran put slightly more pressure on your sensitive clit. A small whine left your lips, looking at your boyfriend who already had his eyes on you. Your gaze set upon his lips, hungrily looking at them before you kissed him, tongue swiping against his lower lip. You cradled the back of his neck, pulling him in deeper.
The make out was starting to get messy, swapping spit and tongues inside of each others mouths. Lightly slapping your pussy, you jolted at the sensation, pulling away from the kiss. Your chest was heaving up and down, body hot and sweaty as you watched your boyfriend toy with you. His breath fanned against your neck before he said, “watch my fingers disappear inside of you.” Without hesitation, he slowly shoved his fingers inside of your dripping wet hole.
“Fuckkk.” Your jaw was slack, eyes rolling back from the stretch of his fingers. He placed a kiss on your jawline, watching in ecstasy as the pleasure overcame you. His fingers were still, letting you adjust to them before he began slowly pumping them in and out, your slick coating his fingers.
“You’re so fucking wet.” You could hear the smirk in his voice. Your eyes drifted away from the scene in front of you to look at your boyfriend. His eyes focused on your pretty pussy, pumping his fingers faster and faster. Placing your hand on his cheek, you forced him to look at you, starved for more of his intoxicating kisses. “Want me to go faster?” He curled his fingers up, not waiting for an answer and doing what he wished anyway. His fingers grazed against your g-spot putting a little bit of pressure on it each time.
“S-shit…” Your eyes fluttered shut, quiet moans and heavy breathing as your pussy went plap, plap, plap. He pulled you in for a messy kiss, biting down on your bottom lip. Your heart was pounding in your chest, dramatically. Every touch, every kiss, everything made you desire your man even more. How does he always do this to you? Aran felt you clench around his fingers as you drew closer to your orgasm.
“You’re doing such a good job, mamas,” he praised. “You always do such a good job for me.”
“I-I love you,” you said in between moans, heavily breathing as you stared at Aran through half lidded eyes.
He looked at you, scanning your features. “I love you too,” he whispered, forehead pressing against yours. His fingers kept pumping inside of you, hitting your sweet spot each time that made your toes curl and your eyes roll back. The sensation was starting to cloud your mind and overtake your entire body.
“Oh fuck! You’re gonna make me cum!” You cried out, legs starting to shake.
“Let it all out, baby. I’m right here,” he whispered against your skin, pressing a kiss against your jaw. With those words, you let your orgasm take control, feeling the build up finally let loose. Your entire body was shaking as you held onto Aran, loud moans filling the room. “There you go, let yourself feel good.” His fingers kept moving at the same pace.
“Oh my god!” You threw your head back on the pillow, clenching your legs shut from the overstimulation, whining and squirming. Eventually, he pulled out his fingers, looking in awe as they were coated with your cum.
“Goddamn, mamas,” he chuckled. You huddled against his chest, trying to catch your breath as you came down from your high. He licked his fingers clean, savoring the taste of your juices on his tongue. "You doing okay?" His voice was soft and comforting. You gave him a nod, snuggling into him more. "Let me get you cleaned up."
Aran came back with a hot and wet rag to wipe you down with, climbing back on the bed only to find that you had drifted off to sleep within those two minutes he was gone. "I guess it worked," he laughed to himself. He still wiped you down, making sure to gentle and still getting every crevice. And when he was done, he grabbed you a new pair of underwear, sliding them on while putting the others in the wash.
He let out a sigh as he laid down next to you in bed again, pulling the blankets over you two and pulling you into his arms. "Goodnight, baby." He pressed a kiss to your forehead before drifting off to sleep himself.
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shoulmate · 1 year
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"So the Red Falcons aren't giving you any trouble, then?"
You shake your head with a polite smile. "No. They're great."
"No challenge at all?" the reporter persists.
"None."
Their brow lifts. "Not even any awkwardness with Ojiro?"
"Why would there be any awkwardness?" you ask with a small tilt of your head.
They gesture vaguely with their pen. "Didn't the two of you previously date?"
"Oh, that. We did." You shrug indifferently. "It was a long time ago though, back in high school."
"So no lingering affections or feelings?"
You weigh the question carefully. "Well...that's an interesting question, isn't it? Because I still remember what my sixteen year old self felt for sixteen year old Aran...but it also doesn't mean the me I am now feels the same way about him. I still care about him, just in a different way."
"What way is that?"
"Platonically," you answer simply with an unbothered smile. "We were friends before we dated and we've been friends since."
“And is it the same way for him?”
“Of course,” you laugh quietly, “though I can say we’ve gotten tired of being asked about it. We've gotten questions like this for our entire careers."
The reporter chuckles a little salaciously. "Well, can you blame us? Previous highschool sweethearts who have not only remained friends in the same industry but work on the same team..." they trail off, leading you for an answer but you shrug again with a wave of your hand.
"Aran's a great guy. If he was some lunatic like Miya Atsumu it would probably be unbearable but it's easy to be Aran's friend. To support him and cheer him on without any complications."
The reporter nods, sifting their thoughts. "Speaking of Miya..."
"No, I don't know who the MSBY manager is dating," you reply sternly and the reporter smiles guiltily. You eye them skeptically. "Why's it such a big deal? Why is any of this worth reporting on?"
The reporter shrugs this time. "Honestly? It's interesting. All of this, all of you. These talented dedicated professionals and the people they choose to spend their lives with. The people who, just like you said, support and cheer them on." They sigh, "I could give you a poetic answer but really it's just interesting. And the JVA would rather control the story than have fans nosing around."
You nod. "Makes sense."
They scan their notes again. "Well, I don't think I have any other questions for now."
"Okay. If something else comes up just give me a call or--better yet, email it." You smile. "We can always schedule a time to meet again if we need."
They return your smile and part ways with a small wave, walking out into the dark nearly-empty parking lot at the end of the day. You replay the interview in your mind walking back to your office on autopilot.
You don’t notice him until you practically trip over him. 
"Aran," you gasp, startled, and put a hand on your chest. "What are you doing here?"
He's leaning against the wall, arms crossed as he stares at the floor lost in thought, and you see unexpected feelings in his expression.
When he doesn't answer your question you start to worry. "Are you okay?"
"I don't know," he answers in a low, tight voice.
You glance over your shoulder quickly assessing possible problems. It takes a long moment of tense silence before you ask “was it the interview? Did you hear it? Did I say something wrong?” You race through everything again in your mind, panic starting to fray your thoughts. “Aran, I’m so sorry. If I said something wrong or out of context please tell me so I can get in touch with the reporter and fix it--”
“You didn’t say anything wrong,” he cuts you off but still doesn’t look up. His features are set so stiff it’s hard to believe him.
“...Then what is it?” you quietly ask. The silence is killing you but you force yourself to be patient. A man in-tune with his emotions and the confidence to speak them freely, he usually doesn’t struggle this much.
“It’s...You said...” He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “It’s not the same for me.”
“What?” you ask automatically and then it his you like a brick of ice:
“And is it the same way for him?”
“Of course”
“It’s...not?” you ask in a disbelieving whisper.
“No.” His voice his strangled and he can’t bring himself to say anymore.
The situation shifts and you look back across the years of your changing relationship with Aran, the relationship that you thought was functional and healthy and good and suddenly see it through his disgruntled perspective.
“Oh...” You can barely speak. Tears prick your vision and you struggle not to cry as reality crashes around you. “I’m...uh...” you force your voice to steady, “I didn’t” --you have to clear your throat-- “I didn’t realize you felt that way. I’m sorry I put words in your mouth, then.”
You don’t want to stay here any longer. Previously-thought-long-standing-friendship or not, you can’t stay here any longer because the dam is about to break.
You shift to step around him but he grabs your wrist with a firm but gentle pressure and whirls your back to the wall planting a hand against it to block your way.
“Damn it,” he curses still not looking at you despite your inability to look at anything but him. He grits his teeth and mutters “I’m sorry.”
You frown, momentarily forgetting your own distress and discomfort, and hoarsely ask “for what?”
“I told myself I wasn’t going to do this...That I wasn’t going to say anything and make it awkward...” he huffs, “...but I made it awkward anyway.”
“Say anything about what?” Your voice twists, starting to get impatient and frustrated.
“My feelings.” He exhales slowly and then finally, painstakingly, looks at you but it’s not the enmity you expected. “I don’t feel the same way as you. I haven’t...not for along time...Maybe I never stopped feeling this way about you...” His gaze bores into yours as he admits “I’ve loved you since before we dated and I never stopped loving you. I love you.
“I thought I was doing right by you, by both of us, when I said we should end things and I thought maybe the universe was trying to tell me I messed up when we ended up on the Falcons together but then you were always so kind, so respectful, so you that I didn’t want to mess things up, worried you might not feel the same way about me anymore and I hoped the feelings would just go away but they didn’t and they’ve just been building and festering and I wasn’t going to say anything at all, not wanting to jeopardize your chances at becoming manager for the national team.” He gasps, desperate for air, as his own eyes tear. “I’m sorry. I thought I could keep all this in...but at least I held it back until after the interview so as far as you knew you weren’t lying.”
His shoulders heave as he tries to catch his breath, the only sound in the still hallway. He’s so close. So warm. Still, after all these years, so good.
In the post-confession clarity he realizes how close he is and jerkily pulls his arm back to unblock your path.
“You...love me?” you ask, not moving though the way is clear.
He nods looking away again but you gently touch his jaw tracing your thumb across the soft hair on his chin. He hesitantly meets your eye, searching.
“That’s good,” you quietly, sheepishly, admit.
His eyes widen slightly in hope.
“Because I still love you.”
Shock blooms across his face for a moment before he swoops in.
With a hand around your waist and another up through your hair he scoops you up for a kiss pulling you in with all the pent up feelings he hasn’t been able to let out for such a long time.
You spend a feverish minute kissing until someone clears their throat; you both freeze
and slowly turn to the end of the hall.
The reporter stares at the floor looking properly abashed and gestures over their shoulder. “My um...My car died...And the security guard wasn’t at his uh...at his desk...”
You and Aran exchange a glance and a guilty smile.
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closetedotaku01 · 2 years
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How They Keep You in Bed
Tsukishima Kei stays buried under the covers, face pressed into his pillow. When he feels you sit up, he peeks one eye open, and guides his hand to yours, locking your pinky to his. His eye rises to yours, a silent plea for five more minutes. 
Kita Shinsuke feels around the bed for a moment before sitting up behind you. He wraps his arms around your shoulders and kisses your cheek. He asks about your plans for the day, listening close as he enjoys the feeling of you in his arms. 
Bokuto Kōtaro sits up after you and immediately pulls you back down, before lying on top of you. If you must leave him, he’ll pepper your face with kisses, cramming a morning of affection into a minute. 
Tanaka Ryūnosuke doesn’t wake until you’re in the shower, and his half-asleep instinct is to hop in after you. He enjoys your laughter as he steps in. As you reach for the shampoo his hands are around your waist, his body pressed to yours, and his head rests on your shoulder. He’s still halfway gone, you and the warm water only relaxing him farther. 
Miya Atsumu smiles when he sees you sitting on the bed, still trying to figure out how the day is supposed to begin. He stays lying down, but scoots over until he can hook an arm around your waist and pull you back down to him, anchoring you close until he’s spooned around you. His raspy voice asks you where you think you’re going.
Ojiro Aran is up before you, smiling at you and playing with your hair. Before you can think of starting your day he offers you breakfast in bed. And once you agree he pulls you closer and kisses the tip of your nose before burying his face in your neck. He’ll start soon. He needs another moment with you.
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cherxyx · 1 year
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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.
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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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bokutoskb · 2 years
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does anyone know about a fic where the inarizaki boys turn into babies for a day and you, the manager, have to take care of them?? It is one of the funniest things I’ve read but I cannot find it :,)))))) pls lmk if you guys know what I’m talking abt !!
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nkogneatho · 2 years
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PASI CAN YOU DO A COCK ANALYSIS FOR ARAN???
Sure.
We all know it's big. But it's so pretty too. One look at it and you're gulping down air, thinking how good it will look inside of you. The head is slightly wider, the precum (or your spit) always popping on it like a lip gloss does on lips. They get so hard when you randomly sit on him, the bulge always tubbing against your crotch. It's the perfect length and girth to mske you scream all night.
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semifilms · 1 year
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ATSUMU, BOKUTO, HINATA, oikawa, tendou, KUROO, aran, kenma, KAGEYAMA, SUNA, hoshiumi, kunimi, SUGAWARA
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miyazas · 2 years
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Hellooo! I have a request if you take them. Could you do a pt 2 if haikyuu boys sneaking in including Osamu and Iwaizumi + others of your choice? If you can’t that okay and I understand!
-<3 anon
SNEAKING INTO YOUR ROOM PART 2 — FT.HAIKYUU
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[❤︎] — Miya Osamu, Iwaizumi Hajime, Bokuto Koutarou , Aran Ojiro
warnings: suggestive content, making out, Arans is hinted at friends to lovers
PART 1 | PART 3 | TOKREV VER
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MIYA OSAMU ༢
“Your room is so fuckin’ cute, darlin.” Osamu teases as he lifts the stuffed animal that sits on your desk. “Samu stop teasing me.” You huff and yank it out of his hands before gently setting it back where it belongs. “m’ not teasin’ m’just stating a fact. What’s this one’s name huh?” He grabs another animal this time from your bed. “Leave them alone Samu.” You whine and try to grab the brown teddy bear from his hands. “Can’t, this little bear just can’t keep its paws off me.” “You wish Samu, now give me my bear back or we aren’t cuddling tonight.” You pull the bear out of his hands and hold onto it as you make yourself comfortable in bed. “Taking away ma cuddles privileges darlin’, that’s harsh.” He holds his chest in winces before settling himself in bed. “Are those glow up stars on the ceilin’? Took mines down when a’ was eight.” “Go to sleep Samu!”
IWAIZUMI HAJIME ༢
You feel yourself start to drool when you see Hajime lift himself inside your window with little to no effort.Biceps bulging out of his muscle tee he swings on leg over the window seal and is met with you impatiently waiting for him in your satin nightgown. “Hurry Haji, hurry!” You pull on his sleeve. “You ever learn a thing or two ‘bout patience doll?” He growls when he almost tips from your insistent pulling. “Yea yea, I want a kiss.” You grin and jump into your boyfriend's arms before shoving your lips on his. Hajime groans when he feels the softness of your body connect with his hard one like pieces of a puzzle. “I think I need to teach my doll a lesson about patience.” Iwaizumi chuckles before he gently sets you on the bed.
BOKUTO KOUTAROU ༢
“Push your shoulders together and just slide in Kou.” You tell him as he struggles to fit his big frame in your too small window. “Eugh! Did your window get smaller since the last time?” he complains as half of his body hangs inside of your room and the other hangs out your window. “ I think I’m stuck, help!” Kou starts to yell and you scurry to clamp his mouth shut. “Kou, you’re going to get us caught.” You whine and pull him—with all your might—into your bedroom. Boruto finally falls into the room and immediately stands up as if he didn’t take a harsh fall to the hard ground. “Baby, I missed you so so much.” He wraps his arms around your waist and sits you on the desk right next to the window. “Missed this nose,” he kisses your nose, “missed those pretty eyes,” he kisses your fluttering eyelids and you slowly wrap your legs around his hips “especially missed this cute pout” he plants a wet kiss on your lips. “Let me kiss you some more before we go the bed, please?”
ARAN OJIRO ༢
Aran stealthily sneaks into your bedroom window like he’s done this one hundred times, because he has. “Ro, what are you doing here?” You whisper hiss because he’s not supposed to be here. “Had to come keep my baby some company, obviously.” He rolls his eyes as if that was obvious. “Since when did I text you for some company?” You remark when he flops on your bed face forward. “I read your thoughts.” He says trying to hold in his smile as he wraps his arm around your waist and shoving his face in your stomach. “You got a crush on me or something?” You tease and rub at the back of his head. “Shut up and cuddle me.” He chuckles and the vibrations course through your body. “Like platonically?” You stutter as your face starts to heat up. “Don’t make me spell it out for you, you know I want you.”
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wake-uptoreality · 2 years
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You sit on his broad back as he does push-ups. You almost jumping up as he tirelessly rams his hands up and down on the floor. You mewl as there is not sight of him finishing. getting bored, doing nothing, But holding his shoulders for support. Feeling your legs numb from sitting on him, you try to get off, but he growls every time you try to escape from him.
"Be a good girl and stay still."
-> SAKUSA, Osamu, IWAIZUMI, daichi, aone, KYOTANI, KAGEYAMA, USHIJIMA.
You are underneath him as he gives you a kiss every time he bends down. He gives you like three kisses in one second as his palms unconsciously move to fell your plump lips on his. He is not going to stop anytime soon as you whine that you have a lot of other things to do, but you are trapped in his arms as his muscular tighs press against your legs.
"My legs feel tired, when you are not underneath them"
-> OIKAWA, atsumu, aran, nishinoya, HINATA, BOKUTO, kita, KOMORI.
You are sitting on his legs giving him an access to freely lift himself up. His shirt is off as you have a chance to stare at his toned-up abs. Your lips are in a kissable way. You wanted him to kiss you while doing his work-out, but he being a jerk wanted you to suffer. As he was lifting his body, he would get too close to your face but before you could kiss each other, he would back away, smirking.
"Greedy, are we?"
-> KUROO, SUNA, matsukawa, semi, TSUKISHIMA, yaku, akaashi, hanamaki.
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kairiscorner · 5 months
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first kisses with them are like . . .
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being greeted with the feeling of soft, sunflower petals.
when they kiss you, it feels like the world slows down a little. they had no idea how to fit their lips with your own, they sort of feel like your lips are too beautiful, too sweet for their own to touch; but you want them to interlock their own with yours, anyway—you don't mind how inexperienced or anxious they may be, or how much overthinking they've done—you just want them to know that your lips are theirs to kiss; theirs. they gulp a little, give you a dorky smile that you can't help but chuckle a bit at, and slowly lean in forward, and give you a brief, chaste kiss that sends butterflies in your stomach and a light feeling that sends your heart soaring.
it feels like that kiss could last forever, and you both wished it did; they really downplay themselves a lot, for someone who says they aren't a good kisser, they certainly know how to make you all giddy and giggly after their gentle peck on your lips.
after they pull away, it's like you both start wondering just how magical that frozen moment in time was; it was straight out of a fairy tale, how easily they romanced you with the mere feeling of their lips on yours, with all the love they had for you in that loving kiss that probably didn't even last for a minute, but felt like an eternity that you wished you two could live out forever.
yamaguchi, sugawara, asahi, daichi, yachi, aran, goshiki, aone, lev, ennoshita, alisa.
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having the sparks of firecrackers dancing on your lips.
they always seemed so confident, daring, and unafraid of anything—anything, that was, except confronting their feelings about you, because if anyone could get them this restless and enthusiastic, be it in obvious or subtle ways of their own, only you could do that. they had reputations for being a bit hard-headed or too cocky, some of them being a bit chaotic and intimidating at times... but they were very, very passionate lovers at heart—and they really, really wanted to let you know just how much they loved you through this kiss that you let them share with you.
out of excitement, they stole that kiss from you the minute you puckered those sweet little petal-like lips of yours; you hadn't realized it, but they had already placed their lips on yours—and it felt like a flame had kindled in your chest, and your cheeks burned with so much fluster in them.
they kept your lips firmly locked with theirs, telling you without words that you were theirs... and they were yours. they hated sharing, no matter how good their facade could get, that was the one thing they couldn't mask up. as long as you loved them and their kisses, their lips would be the only ones on yours, making your heart burn and your lips sear with so much love—love they could only give to you, and only you, because you're the one for them, the only one their lips, heart, and selves belonged to.
hinata, bokuto, nishinoya, tanaka, terushima, iwaizumi, atsumu, tendou, yaku, oikawa, kuroo.
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feeling a cold frosty blanket of snow melt into warm greenery.
if they were being honest... they didn't quite know how to kiss; or rather, they had no clue just how kisses were supposed to feel like. sure, romance and romantic gestures could be read about, heard about, but never truly experienced by them. until you came and changed the flow of their lives. their lips always ached with this fervor, this burning need, that was overshadowed by their cool, composed, sort of aloof, personality. if only they could show more than what you're used to, then you'd know how much they want you, how much their lips yearn to touch with yours.
when you finally let them kiss your lips... a blossoming feeling in their hearts grows, and they feel a blooming passion erupt from them that is released through the soft kiss they plant on your supple lips. they were more enamored with you than you had realized—and it makes you all the more in love with them.
to think that someone so beautiful, so perfect, so out of your league had wanted, so desperately, for this moment to happen is just... phenomenal to you. when you kiss them back, they give a soft whimper—oh, they're soft... both physically, and internally. you can't help but appreciate the vulnerability behind their austere, indifferent gazes; it makes you just want them more, and more, and more, and they're more than willing to give you all of them, always.
kenma, osamu, suna, akaashi, ushijima, kiyoko, kita, tsukishima, semi, sakusa, kageyama.
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tvgals · 8 months
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Do you think you'd be able to write a hurt/comfort for aran x influencer reader who's got a backhanded compliment thrown at her during an interview she did? Ending can be a smut or fluff it's up to you <33
‘ MY KIND OF WOMAN. ‘
— aran has a problem when one of the reporters says something about you.
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you sat at the table with an interviewer in one of those large white rooms with a camera crew and two chairs. you sit next to a woman wearing all black — you in stark contrast with pink and white attire. you were told this interview would be about your personal life and experiences growing up who you were, and you were beyond excited.
“so y/n, glad to have you here!” the camera panned to you, you waved at the camera and gave a sweet smile, turning back to the interviewer. “i’m your host, jeanie, and today we’ll be interviewing miss. y/n about her trials and victories as an influencer!” she smiles. as the interview goes on, she asks you questions about your life and how you see your future. things were going well until she asked you about aran.
“i know things must be hard having a boyfriend like aran. i mean, look at him and look at you!” jeanie giggles, putting her palm face up and jutting it in your direction. your eyebrows crease in confusion. “what do you mean by that?” you ask, starting to get up from your seat. “oh no, i just mean that he’s so good looking you must feel insecure sometimes!” you heave a sigh and walk out with a “y’all got me fucked up.” you take your phone out your purse and call aran.
‘hey baby.’
‘aran, they got me fucked up. come get me.’
‘what happened? i’m on my way.’
you hung up the phone and waited for aran to get there — while waiting you decided to post a tweet about your current situation.
y/n’sinterlude
these reporters got me fucked up if they think they finna talk shit then have me sit there and take it 🤡
aran pulls up in his hellcat and you get in the car — throwing you purse on the floor. “woah, baby, i paid almost four hunnid for that purse.” aran chuckles, immediately shutting up when he sees your glare at him. “but seriously, what’s wrong, baby?” aran asks, putting his hand on your thigh and driving away. you scroll on twitter for a minute before answering. “baby, they in there playing with my time.” you said, turning your phone off and throwing it on your lap. “tell me what happened.” aran says, turning the corner.
“so ole’ girl was in there talking to me about my life or whatever, then she asked be about our relationship. at first i’m like ‘okay?’ but then she started speaking about how insecure i must be ‘cause i’m with you. so i left they ass.” you explained, smearing fenty lipgloss on your lips. “damn. i gotchu, mama.” aran says, pulling into the driveway of your house. “whatchu mean?” you ask, getting out the car and opening the front door — aran trailing behind you. “i mean i gotchu. don’t worry ‘bout it.” he says, pulling you into you twos bedroom and pushing you onto the bed. you giggle and pull aran down into a kiss.
“i’m gon’ get you right, mama.” aran says in your ear, trailing down to your cunt. “aran..” you whine, arching your back. “jus’ let me take care of you, okay?” he says, his hot breath ghosting on your clit. “okay…” you mumble. aran licks a strip along your pussy, earning a moan from you, and delves his tongue inside of you. aran nudges his nose against your clit as your hand flys to the back of his head, forcing him deeper into your warm cunt. “right there, baby! i’m finna cum!” you warned him before you eventually gushed onto the bottom half of his face. aran slurped up the cum and rose above you, a dopey grin on his face. “taste so good.” aran laughed airily while pulling his dick out his boxers — hitting just in the middle of his belly button with a soft thud.
“y’know what to do, baby. on yo stomach, make sure you arch real good.” aran says. you flip over and arch your back, your hands under the pillow that your faced was shoved in. aran ran his tip along the slit of your pussy for a minute before slowly pushing in, letting out low grunts. “ah shit…just fucked you on tuesday, why you not lettin’ me in?” he asks, holding your hips. “‘m sorry, papa..” you whined, pushing your hips back. “aht, i gotchu.” he hushed you, finally bottoming out. you noticed aran didn’t move for a while, you looked back to see aran on his phone, the flashlight on presumably taking a video. “aran!” you groaned in annoyance. he chuckled and hushed you — finally fucking you like you deserved. “my baby so pretty.” aran mumbled, caressing your plush ass. “you so deep, papa…” you groaned, drool rolling down your chin and into the pillow. “i know. you real close, too. i can feel yo pretty pussy getting tighter.” aran laughs. you eventually came so hard your eyesight started getting splotchy and you heard ringing in your ears. “mhm..” aran hummed, his dick shooting cum into your womb. aran ends the video and opens twitter — his dick still inside of you — and he posts the video with a caption of “she don’t seem too insecure to me.” and he watched as the video blew up.
“aran, baby, whatchu doin’?” you ask, looking back at him. “nun.”
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rinsaint · 2 years
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MILF FUCKER <3
ft. Aran, atsumu, && iwaizumi !!
cw. legal age gap (reader is 29 they are 19), milf fucking duhh, infidelity, tit play, atsumu has a filthy filthy mouth, fucking on a yoga mat, breeding, degrading, oral, riding, spit, unprotected sex, one smack to the ass, marking, making out !!
ARAN: Aran is definitely known in the group for fucking women older than him and that are milfs. And when he gets tease cause of it by his friends, he quickly denies it saying it’s not true. Which is obviously a lie. You, his next door neighbour who happen to be older than him and have 3 kids. He took interest into you quickly because you spiked curiosity in him. Always so sweet, giggling and touching his beefy arm that he has worked hard for — fuck how could he not be attracted to you. And you were a divorced women? it was a win for him, atsumu would say. Your kids were staying with their father for the weekend and as you were making yourself coffee you noticed how you were out of milk. So you went to your next door neighbour aran to borrow a cup of milk. When aran opened the door he was shirtless and wore a sweatpants that showed his dick print. You gulped slightly. And that’s how you ended up with your face pushed into the mattress of his sheets, thrusting his cock in and out of your warm and tight cunt. You let out a pitched moan when he landed a smack on your ass making you clench around him. “Yea? you like that little slut? getting pounded into with my big cock?” You nodded your head and let out a cry as he sped up his pace. “c-cummin’ aran! m’gonna cum please.” He pushes your head down more as he slowed his thrust down but banged his hips into your ass. Each thrust he gave you knocked the wind out of you had you coming with a moan of his name. He bit his lip as you gushed around him, letting your juices soak his cock. Not long after he had came inside you. He pushes his cock real deep into you so you can feel his seed in you. So you can know he’s in you. Maybe his stupid friends were right.
ATSUMU: definitely a person who is also known to fuck women older than them that has kids. He has no shame about it either. His current interest was in you — ‘samu’s worker that worked at his food restaurant. And god were you hot. Your breast poking out of your work outfit and the pants of your work outfit making your ass look big. ‘Tsumu can’t help but want to talk to you. So he asks samu about you and he learns that you are a married women with 4 kids. Married huh? He didn’t care, it was no problem for him. So tsumu strikes a conversation with you at work and he finds you intriguing. I mean god — whoever guy that’s married to you obviously isn’t doing something right because when atsumu brings up that you’re married, you have a forced smile telling him that you’re happily married. Bullshit, he thinks. You two became closer and actually became friends. And you aren’t obvious to his flirting, and you’d never admit but you liked the attention he gave you other than your husband who comes home and never pays any attention to you. And atsumu knows that. And he knows you know he knows that. And that’s why when your husband took your children to see their grandparents for a while, atsumu is quick to come over to your house and fuck you until the only word you know is his name. Atsumu groans as you bounce up and down on his thick cock, gripping on e of your tits and sucking on your harden bud. You grip onto his shoulders letting out a whimper, “‘atsu, m’so close, need your help please!” And who is he to deny his love? He grips onto your hips lifting you up and switching the position you two were in so now your laying under him. He grabs his cock and you whisper out when he thrust back into you in one quick motion. He grabs under your thighs and starts fucking into your cunt like an animal. “Fuck baby— ya cunt squeezin’ ma so hard. ya liked getting fuck by me don’t ya? such a slutty whore. imagine what yer husband might think if he ever sees you whining and begging f’me.” At his filthy words spilling from his mouth, you bring him closer to you and grip onto his undercut as you come. He groans feelinfs the way you squeeze him and comes right after you. You’re about to get up but stop as atsumu pushes you back down on the bed. “Ya think we are done baby? nah, m’gonna fuckin’ breed ya until yer stuffed with ma babies.”
IWAIZUMI: Iwaizumi knew you had kids and were divorced because you were a regular incomer at his workout place. Everytime you come there he helps you with a few stretches and he can tell you are stressed. As he’s stretching you, he notices something is wrong so he asks you about it. You tell him about how the kids father is still trying to fight for custody over the children and how work is kicking your ass. And iwaizumi tries to pay attention he does — but when you let out that high pitched groan when he pushes your leg down to your chest, he gulps as he’s making eye contact with you which feels like forever. He could honestly get lost into your mesmerising eyes. He let out a cough and adverted his eye contact. He puts your leg down and says you two should take a break. You grab onto his arm telling him to wait, he looked back at you and is surprised to feel your lips on his. And god does he grip your cheek so fast and press his lips into you more to deepened the kiss. He pushes you down slightly on the mat and takes his shirt off. It’s all so quick, just minutes ago he’s stretching you out, the tension thick, and now he’s having a taste of your cunt that he’s been thinking about. God this was so unprofessional considering he was at work doing this, but he didn’t care, all he cared about was you and the way you taste. He pulls away from your dripping cunt and gives you a kiss on the cheek as you whine. “Hold on baby, m’gonna give you the real think mhm.” He said, as he pulled his short and underwear down in one quick motion. He spits in his hands and slowly jerks himself and lines his cock up with your entrance. Your grip onto his shoulders and whine when he pushes his thick cock inside of you. You pull iwa down into a kiss as he pulls out again and slams into you. You wrap your legs around his torso as you moan into the kiss, fuck he was so close but he wanted you to come first. He put his thumb on your clit and roughly rubbed circles on it making you clench around him. “baby fuck, m’gonna cum f’you please!” You whimpered out and came around him scratching and arching your back. iwa lets out a groan and pushed into you as much as he can and came inside of you.
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verslxt · 7 months
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y'all got this all wrong
suna rintaro's absolute favorite sex position is cowgirl. all suna has to do is lay back and enjoy the show that your tits are giving him. rocking horse when he gets horny sitting up but mostly cowgirl. mating press when he wants to get you pregnant.
atsumu miya's favorite sex position is most definitely missionary. he loves to see the way your pretty face contorts as he sticks his cock in while toying with your clit calling you pretty girl along the way
aran ojiro most definitely loves doggy style. looking at you arch your back already a wet sloppy mess for him. he loves to reach one hand around to wipe the tears of overstimulation from your face while the other toys with your clit
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lingeriae · 7 months
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THE MORNING AFTER
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warnings - very suggestive, reader is black and female, cursing, ass slapping, takes place in college, reader and aran are aged up to 21+
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aran ojiro, one of the most popular and handsome man on the volleyball team and the whole entire campus. he stands six feet tall, and his skin wa smooth to the touch, with no blemishes are no marks, only a bit of hair below his chin and above his top lip that had women and men feeling weak in the knees. his muscles had boyfriends feeling insecure, and his ass had girlfriends envious with it's round and plumpy look. full lips were always pulled into a pretty, panty-dropping smile, the white teeth --sometimes adorning gold-- that flashed with it didn't even help the case. to put it simply, everyone, their mother --and fathers wanted aran ojiro, and you were no exception to that.
maybe that's why he was in your bed. naked back moving up and down as he breathed, the scratches you had no doubt left on his back causing you to cringe as you looked at him from your position on the bed. you gripped the sheets to your chest tighter as you watched him shift for a minute, exhaling deeply when he didn't seem to be awake.
"damn." you muttered quietly, eyes raking up and down his brownskin with amazement, bottom lip now between your teeth as you lifted up your covers and nodding in understanding when you saw his ass, women had a right to be jealous. with a deep breath you slowly slid yourself off the bed, trying your best not to wake the man beside you, smiling big when you suceeded before running off into your bathroom.
you had to take a minute to actually convince yourself that you actually slept with thee aran ojiro. now, no insecure shit, of course you thought highly of yourself, with a face and body like that why wouldn't you! but unlike some of the other players, aran didn't fool around with girls like that, you'd be lucky if he even smiled at you, let alone pound you all the way into next week. your hands worked to tie your braids into a ponytail before taking up your toothbrush, cursing under your breath at the fact that you forgot to put on a bonnet, but who could blame you when you were getting fucked by one of the sexiest men on campus?
smiling, you spat the foam out of your mouth, rinsing your mouth which had you bending over the sink and no longer looking in the mirror, if you were looking in the mirror you would notice the naked figure walking towards you, eyes on your ass and pussy that peaked from the material of your towel. he licked his lips before pressing against you, slightly smirking at the way you jumped and immediately straightened up, eyes wide as you meet his in the mirror.
"oh..." you said, averting your gaze from his to the toothbrush in your hand, moving to put it in the cup, your breath hitching when aran's hands drag up your towel to rest against your waist, nibbling on your lower lip before meeting his eyes in the mirror. "hi?" it was said so softly, that if he wasn't so close to you he woulcn't have heard it, but he did and ti caused his lips to tug up further.
"hey," the raspiness of his voice isn't unexpected, but it still causes you to shudder and look away fom him again, focusing on the veins that run along his arms. aran licks his lips, eyes on the hickey that sat prettily on the side of your neck, his grip on your hips loosens momentarily to spin you around so that your ass rests against the counter instead of his crouch and your towel presses against his muscular chest. not knowing where to put your hands, you rest them on your chest looking up at aran through your lashes. "got tired of starin at me?"
your face flushed with heat at his words, rolling your eyes at his words you place a hand on his chest. "your not all that, relax." you lied, feeling his chest vibrate when he laughed.
it was quiet when he stopped, his eyes dragging down to your lips before slowly up to your face, the hands on your hips tightening their grip as he leans to press his lip against yours.
the action was quick, but it still had your knees slightly buckling and a lovesick smile to make its way unto your face. "you have any classes tomorrow?" he askes causing you to raise an eyebrow at him, fingers twisting the silver chain that rests against his naked chest.
"nah, why?"
he rolls his eyes. giving your hips a gentle squeeze, "cause I wanna take you out, duh. thought you were supposed to be smart?"
kissing your teeth, you remove your hands from his chest and fold the over yours. looking away from him you try your best not to smile, "ion know. y other man might wanna--" giggling fell from your lips at the slap he gave your ass, eyebrows draw together as he looked down at you with a blank expression, you gave him an innocent smile while your fingers traced the hair above his top lip.
"don't even play like that." he mumbled, pulling you against him so there was no space left between the two of you. he closed his eyes for a minute, taking in the comfortable silence that surrounded the both of you before your giggling interupted it.
"bae, why you tryna hug me with your dick out?" aran only opened on of his eyes, looking down at you with a serious expression.
"cause ima put it in you, duh."
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