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WHY THEY CHEAT

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ushijima x reader, daichi x reader, kageyama x reader

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KAGEYAMA

He was scared

“Don’t give me that bullshit”

“It’s true.”

“I don’t care if it’s true, I don’t want to fucking hear it,” you sigh tearily,

“If you’re scared grab a fucking blankie, or actually talk to me like an adult. Don’t fuck some rando in my fucking house.”

You were crying but your anger still made him wilt into himself.

‘Afraid of how you made him feel’. Fucking disgusting.

“I said I’m sorry! i don’t want to throw this away! Please!”

He took your hand.

“What can I do? What can I do to fix this? tell me and i’ll do anything.”

“You can’t do anything for me anymore. Just get out of my house, please.”

USHIJIMA

you were too much

“I’m sorry Y/N. I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you, I’m sorry I hurt you, I’m so sorry.”

He was crying, but you didn’t really get it. He clutched at your hands, crouched in front of you, tears streaming down his blotchy face. You were dead behind the eyes, far away from here, from him. You remember the start, when you were so young, so naive. You thought it would be better to lie, pretending you were quite and reserved, happy with minimal chit-chat, content with little affection. You thought it would be better to keep your personality and tastes under wraps just to hold onto him, not to make a nuisance of yourself. You loved him, you could change for him.

As time went on, you grew closer, more and more infatuated with each other. Trusting in him, you decided you could stop tweaking yourself, you thought you could be yourself around him, be a little louder than before, a little more clingy, and little more demanding.

You wish you had faked it longer.

The real you drove him away, how you felt was too much work, you were too much work.

Not only did you drive him away, you drove him into someone else’s arms.

You needed more affection than he could give, it was so easy to call her up, and relax. You could be so loud nowadays, and she was like a detox, helping him be rid of the edge of annoyance that your constant chatter could bring on. He still loved you, but... you were different now.

You were worse.

He only realised what he’d done when you’d found out. He realised he still loved you, but he didn’t know if it was in that way anymore.

“Ushijima,” Your voice was shakier than you liked, and he wasn’t fond of it either.

He waited patiently for you to continue anyway, however much it stung that you used his last name. He understood, he couldn’t ask anything of you anymore. He could only listen.

“You don’t want me still, do you?”

He paused. He wasn’t going to say it directly, but if you asked, he couldn’t lie.

“No, Y/N. But I-“

“Then there’s nothing else to say. I can just... um, I’m going to-“

Swallowing, you made to continue, but your face burned, and you couldn’t see. Your tears were fat in your eyes, blurring your vision.

You gave up pretending to be numb, and hunched forwards, letting your sobs overtake you. He shuffled back and covered his mouth with his forearm to muffle his own gasps, eyes scrunched with remorse. He hated seeing you like this, despite what he did. He cared about you, whether he realised it before or not. But he did this to you, so he was going to sit here and take it until you sent him away.

DAICHI

he didn’t know

Everything was perfect.

He wouldn’t change a thing.

He loved you, he loved you so much. More than he’s ever loved anything.

But when a pretty girl made eyes at him from across the bar, he faltered anyway. He didn’t want for anything with you. You were attentive, affectionate, understanding, stunning. Even as she led him away, he was questioning why he was there, what the hell he was doing. But her lips felt so nice, just like yours had felt that morning when you kissed him goodbye before work, and her touch was as soft as yours, just as inviting.

He knew it wasn’t good enough to say he didn’t know, but it was the only full truth.

He wish he knew but the question still remained,

Why?

Why?

Why?

“Why?”

“I don’t know, Y/N,” He said hoarsely.

“You what?” Your voice trembled, with misery or rage he couldn’t tell.

“I don’t know. She just... She came up to me, and I didn’t... I don’t know why.”

You scoffed, and flounced down onto the dining room chair, aggressively taking a sip of bottled water and closing the cap in a scramble. You were so angry you couldn’t think. He had betrayed you, ruined your perfect life together, and he wouldn’t tell you why.

“Really Daichi, the least you could do is tell me. Don’t try and spare my feelings now.”

“I really- I really don’t know. We were- are perfect. There’s nothing wrong with anything.” He had covered his face with his hands, resting all his weight on the wall. He was becoming hysterically, and he knew it was selfish to fall apart in front of you when he gave in at the lightest flirtation.

“I’m just pathetic and-and weak, and I love you. I love you so much Y/N, I don’t want this to end.”

You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair, tugging to the point of slight pain.

“I can’t ever trust you again, sawamura.”

Your voice had softened, but still held firm.

That’s was when he knew he’d lost you.

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[11:37 P.M.]

“Can I sleep now?” His head lies flat on your shoulder while he fiddles with your fingers in his larger hands, his silent sighs dissipating in the cool air.

“Not yet,” you press, massaging his scalp and twirling your fingers through his hair. A hand of his drops to your thighs, a tiny squeeze jolts your nerves before he rubs the fabric that hugs it, creating tingles that arise underneath. “Wait a little longer, okay, Baby?”

“How much longer,” he groans.

“Uhm,” you drag, picking up your phone and clicking the power button before returning it beside your leg on the couch, “about twenty-three minutes.” He sighs louder this time, patting your thigh before lifting his head off your shoulder and pushing himself up. “Wait, Hajime, don’t leave yet,” you adjure while grabbing his wrist. “It’s only twenty-three minutes, I promise to let you sleep in late tomorrow, please?” Your pleading eyes make him roll his own, huffing when he plops himself lazily on the couch again.

“Fine,” he mumbles, letting his head fall to your lap. “Only twenty-three-”

“Twenty-two, now.”

“Twenty-two minutes. Then we’re going to sleep, okay?”

“Of course, Baby.” Your fingers twiddle strands of his tufts of hair with his hand finding your leg once again.

Twenty-one minutes have passed. Your eyes stayed glued to the clock. The second the time changes to midnight your head dips to his ear. “Happy birthday, Hajime,” you whisper, connecting your lips to his sharp jawline and pecking his cheek.

You weren’t surprised to find him already asleep, his tiny snores telling you just that. You chuckle to yourself, carrying his head off your lap and placing a pillow under. It takes you about fifteen seconds to grab a blanket from your shared bed, draping it over his frame before climbing in yourself. You thread your legs with his as his head unintentionally nudges in your chest and his arms wrap around your waist subconsciously.

“Happy birthday,” you mutter one more time before letting yourself lean into him and letting your mind go dormant in his grasp. Hopefully, you’ll be here again for another one.

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Iwaizumi heard a lot about you.

The pretty little thing, the one with a clueless gaze in her eyes, walking around the campus with your skimpy skirts and tight blouses, shining a dumb smile.

He heard a lot about you- how good you are is a common talk around the campus, boys can't hold their laughter when you pass by them, elbowing each other, to give courage to go up to you, you're so dumb, anyway, you won't give them a hard time. He's heard so many stories about you, how tight you are when you get slapped across your face, how pretty you look when you're choking on some cock, how easy it is to have you on your knees or your face pushed into a mattress.

But he wonders why he never heard anyone talk about how ruined you look when you're sitting on someone's face.

"Iwaizumi-san, please!" You beg, your dainty fingers curling in his locks of brown hair, you feel him smile against your pussy. "Please 's too much, too much!"

But you just keep pushing yourself even more on his face, almost giving him no room to breathe, though he doesn't mind, breathing is the last thing he has in mind. "Iwaizumi-san!" You call out for him again, your thighs shake around his head, you're pulling hard on his hair.

He's making you feel so good- so good, you think you might pass out. The overwhelming feeling has you feeling dizzy but you can't stop humping his pretty face, needing more of his tongue, a feeling so foreign but so good, you can't believe you never felt it before.

"I'm gonna- please, please I'm gonna-"

You can't even hold it back as you're cumming for yet another time right on his face, your whole body shaking on top of him so much he thinks you might topple over like a mindless little doll.

"Fuck, baby," he laughs as he pulls away from under you, your gaze flutters when you see his tongue darting out to collect more of your cum on his face, "you taste so damn good."

"Nnh-" You whimper shakily, "d-don't say that."

Your hair damp with sweat, face shining with tears and drool, Iwaizumi thinks he might just go right back between your thighs. "It's true, pretty girl," he laughs at the embarrassed pout you give him, "you feel so good sitting on my face."

"Felt- felt good." You manage to whisper, you look ungodly between his sheets, sheets now ruined with your cum, you look even dumber than you were before, and all that just by his tongue.

Iwaizumi can't believe he's the first one to eat you out.

You were so eager to give him anything he wanted, was on your knees waiting for the man, waiting to be manhandled as you always are whenever anyone has their hands on your tits, it was so cute to see you confused when he had instead pushed you on the bed, nudging your legs apart to plant a kiss on your pretty panties.

"What- what are you doing, Iwaizumi-san?"

And it was so damn adorable to find a wet patch forming on them, too, when he gave you a lopsided smirk in answer; green eyes glinting with amusement, a brow quirking up in question. "Gotta get you ready first, doll."

"Get me ready?" You looked so lost, you really were as pretty as they said you were, after all.l, whimpering even only when he peeled your panties off, his hot breath against your pussy, "b-but... not with your fingers?"

"I can do that," he had shrugged, "but why should I pass on tasting a pretty pussy?"

The way you had whimpered so needily at that, your head falling back on the bed, squirming under his hold- fuck. "Have you never been eaten out?"

For the first time since ehe had approached you that night, Iwaizumi looked surprised. "Did no one ever taste you, doll?"

"N-ah- no."

"Fuck."

Maybe you shouldn't have given that answer, you think, because the moment you had done, Iwaizumi had made it his mission to make you cum as many times as you could on just his tongue.

"Come on, baby," he says, pulling you back upright, giving you support from your back as your body can't move by yourself anymore, "give me one more."

You had lost count on the amount of times you had came on him, and even when you couldn't sit upright anymore, his hands digging in your hips held you there. "Can't have enough of you, pretty girl," he spoke from beneath you, feels your pussy flutter against his lips, "can't wait to fuck into this pussy."

"F-ah, Iwaizumi-san! It feels-" you couldn't even breathe from all the pleasure you were feeling, making you feel dizzy, every thought ripped out of your pretty little mind other than the man you were sitting on his face on. "Feels good!"

Maybe it's a little cruel, as you're reduced to a ragdoll at this point, but you look irresistible with your skirt hiked up around your waist, blouse ripped open for his gaze, still shaking from all the times he made you cum.

"I can't!" You cry, your body falling limp, head lolling on his chest and resting there. You hot breaths fan against his bare skin, his cock jumping in his pants. "I never came this many times before."

"You haven't?" He laughs, the sound making you squirm against his body, "did no one ever make you cum so much?"

"No," you whimper, "they make me make them cum, instead."

He guessed as much, college boys can be too selfish most of the time, but it's still a surprise to hear it coming from your lips. And Iwaizumi will never understand why anyone would want to miss out on how fucking amazing you look right now, limp and snuggled against his body, holding onto him as you'll fall back on the bed if you don't.

"Wanna make you feel good, Iwaizumi-san," you speak between your breaths. "I'm good at it."

Your hand starts to move on his thigh, slowly making its way to his leaking hard cock tenting under his pants. "I'm sure you are, doll," he tells you, "one more, baby, give me one more and I'll fuck you, okay?"

You can't say no to that, he knows, he's been aware of your eyes always falling down lower on his pants whenever you have the chance, he can see the way you lick your lips excitedly.

And you're a good girl, a good girl that does anything to make him happy, aren't you?

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man some of the tags on this post specifically about iwa and kyoutani have had me ROLLING

Iwa who fucks you slow and deep and sensually and Kyoutani who is just an animal- but who's watching the way Iwa touches you and trying to imitate it, in his own way.

Iwa kisses along the edge of your jaw to your throat, murmuring how good you are, how deep you're taking him, how tight you feel.

Kyoutani holds your chin in one big, life-roughened hand and drags his teeth along your pulse point while he grunts out praise about your pussy.

Iwa lets you taste yourself off the tips of his fingers, brushing them gently across your swollen lips for you to welcome in, and Kyoutani presses down against your tongue in a vague replication of the same gesture, but it has you drooling from the corner of your mouth as you moan around the digits.

Iwa fucks your mouth while Kyoutani fucks you from behind, Iwa instructing his former kouhai to slow down, to be gentle- but his voice fails him when one of the younger man's brutal thrusts has you gagging around him, throat sucking him in tight.

And Kyoutani listens, or he really tries to - Iwa's the only man who's ever really been able to get him to fall into line. And you just feel so fucking good and you're making his senpai feel good, and it only makes him fuck you a little bit harder, a little bit meaner.

But truthfully no one seems to have any complaints.

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pairing: kita x reader (strangers to lovers—fake dating)

genre: fluff

word count: 2k (ty to sunny for beta reading bye it would’ve been 2k words of a mess without her)

summary: kita wants to get away from his granny’s matchmaking, and your idea ends up with you getting involved

kita shinsuke.

he’s a righteous man, he comes into your local convenience store every weekend and buys a drink—maybe a snack on a particularly long day—as he does his granny’s shopping for her.

his smile is warm, it’s the kind that takes up his whole face and crinkles his eyes at the corners, a little tilt to his head as he offers you a greeting when he steps in through the doors. he grabs a bottle of yakult from the fridge, a small weekly indulgence he grants himself, before pulling out a folded piece of paper and starting his routine of hunting for each item aisle by aisle.

and without fail, each time he pays, he has a small conversation with you that you can’t help but wish would last longer. and you’re not sure if you’re imagining things, but it almost seems like he lingers a bit after each payment, something on the cusp of rolling off his tongue. but he stops it every time, offering you a small nod and a quiet “have a nice day” before he’s off.

but today, something seems a bit off as he trudges in.

“good evenin’,” kita nods quietly, a heavy sigh on his lips as he pulls out his list as usual. you smile softly and watch him as he starts at one aisle and slowly moves on to the next, diligently crossing off each item as he places it into his basket.

it’s endearing, in a sense, the way he’s so meticulous even in the smallest of things. he lines up boxes so they’re neatly in a row, he makes sure to click his pen closed after he uses it, and your favorite little quirk of his is the small squint of his eyes when he isn’t quite sure what something on the list is.

you think you’ve learned to read him pretty well, despite only seeing him once a week.

“you ready to pay?” you ask.

“yeah, just about found everythin’ on here. granny’s got some old friends comin’ over for dinner this weekend,” he explains, lining up his groceries in front of you neatly.

“well, that explains all the extra items,” you grin. “thought you were sneaking in some things for yourself,” you tease. his laugh is soft and almost melodic.

“can’t let granny have all the say in the groceries,” he jokes back.

“so, are you going to be there too? during the dinner,” you question as you scan through the items.

“yeah,” he sighs. “think it’s more of a set up ta meet their grandkids, if ‘m bein’ honest. granny’s been on the hunt for me ta find someone ta settle down with,” he mumbles dully. you nod slowly, and he looks you in the eye, almost like he’s waiting for you to react.

“so, granny’s a matchmaker too, it seems,” you offer with a small smile. the corner of your lips barely tilt.

“hmm,” he hums. “don’t think she’s as good as she thinks she is,” he shakes his head—but there’s still a small bit of fondness as he speaks. “i’ll just have ta let ‘er down gently.”

you’re not sure how your next sentence manages to tumble past your lips, but it does. and you almost want to duck under the counter at his shock, but what’s done is done.

“well, you can always just tell her you have someone already, bring someone home with you for the dinner.” kita looks at you with furrowed eyebrows and a confused face before a small chuckle rumbles from his chest.

“got any candidates in mind?” he reaches into his pocket for his wallet, and even with his hard turned to the side, you don’t miss the little glint in his eyes.

“um, probably someone who knows you well,” you mumble.

“someone i see every week?” your cheeks heat up a tad bit as you busy yourself with finishing ringing him up.

“well if they know you well, sure.”

“well, they know my groceries well,” his lips curl into a grin. “ya think that’s enough?”

“technically, in this case i know your granny’s groceries well,” you whisper. he offers you the money in his hands with another chuckle.

“well, ‘s not my usual way of handlin’ things, but i s’pose it’d get her off ma back for a bit. what do ya say?” kita’s smile is infectious, and so is his ability to sway you it seems because the next thing you know, you’re agreeing.

“well, i guess i’m free this weekend,” you sigh.

“perfect,” he grins. and as you hand him his change, he plops it into the tip jar and waves goodbye.

kita brings you to his childhood home sunday evening, dressed in a dark red button down, sleeves rolled midway up his arm. he’s built well, you notice for the first time—it’s a tad bit hard to tell under his usual overalls from farming.

“well, we gotta play as a couple, so i guess i should have ma arm around yer waist,” he mumbles. inhaling sharply, you both stop in front of his door, his arm hovering over your waist as he waits for you to give the okay. you nod meekly and he smiles, wrapping a muscled arm around you and bringing you flush against his chest.

“you sure are taking this seriously,” you observe, and he flashes you a toothy grin.

“it was yer idea, ya know.”

“i didn’t think you’d convince me to be a part of it.” he chuckles as he pulls out his keys, unlocking the front door.

“didn’t take a lot o’ convincin’,” he teases. but he turns to you, eyes soft and sincere as he adds, “but thank ya for doin’ this, i know ‘s not exactly ideal.” your heart hammers a little in your chest when he squeezes you around your middle affectionately.

“oh…of course,” you whisper. before you can say anything else, the front door swings open, revealing an elderly woman who you immediately recognize as his granny. she’s got the same soft eyes as him.

“shin, yer here, and—oh! hello!” she smiles brightly, immediately cupping your cheeks as your eyes widen at the gesture. “i can’t believe my shin’s brought someone home.” his granny is almost buzzing with excitement as she grabs you by the wrist and pulls you into the living room, giving you a bone crushing hug the second you’re in.

“granny, don’t squeeze too hard,” kita chides softly, coming up behind the two of you.

“what’s yer name, dear?” she plants a soft kiss to your forehead as she admires you, hands finding themselves back your cheeks.

“i’m y/n. it’s nice to meet you, ki—shinsuke tells me quite a lot about you,” you catch yourself, switching from his family name to his first quickly. her smile widens considerably as she lets you go.

“oh ya have to tell me how ya both met,” she insists, and once you’ve gotten over the initial shock, you can’t help but smile at the way her eyes light up at the sight of you.

kita pulls you into his chest once more as he speaks up.

“the convenience store yer always sendin’ me off to. y/n’s been ringin’ me up for weeks.” his hand rubs over your hip gently, and as much as it soothes you, it flusters you equally.

“well,” she hums happily. “seems i’ve helped find ya someone after all. i’ll go get the food ready, ya make yerself at home, okay, dear?” and with a nod, you watch as she hurries to the kitchen, humming to herself delighted.

“she’s a bit much sometimes, ‘m sorry,” kita rubs his neck sheepishly. you don’t miss how you’re still in his embrace even after his granny is out of sight.

“that’s okay,” you chuckle. “she’s adorable.” he hums, eyes softening as they look down at you.

“she’s been waitin’ ages for this moment, so she’s pretty darn excited.” and slowly, you both find your faces leaning in towards each other, foreheads pressing lightly. you can see the tiny specks of brown in his eyes from up close, and you have to fight the urge to brush a few strands of hair that stray from his fringe.

“maybe you should spend less time grocery shopping and more time finding someone to settle down with,” you tease, and his grin widens ever so slightly.

“ya got a candidate in mind, again?” shrugging, your hand moves up to lay on his chest, and his other arm circles around you too.

“maybe someone who knows your groceries well.” you’re not entirely sure where the small surge of confidence stems from, but something about the way his arms seem to tighten by the second and his eyes seem to brighten at each quip, you find something about this doesn’t feel so fake.

“well, i’ll have ta remind ya that it’s my granny’s groceries ya know of.”

“i see why your granny wants you to settle down, you can’t even do grocery shopping on your own.” and this time, you do reach up and brush the strands of hair into place, watching as he closes his eyes at the touch.

“i’ve gotten this far,” he hums. you can see the sun start to set from the window, and even though the light pouring in from the windows makes his skin glow, you break your gaze from him to the clock.

“shouldn’t your guests be here soon?” and kita hesitantly looks at the ground for a moment before meeting your eyes, suddenly a tad bit nervous as he clears his throat.

“well…” he trails off for a moment, “told granny i’d bring someone for dinner and she wanted ta get ta know ya better…so…” you raise a brow as he sighs.

“so…?”

“so it’s just us for tonight,” he mumbles, avoiding your gaze. “dinner’s been rescheduled.” you blink at him for a moment before breaking into a fit of giggles. kita stares at you bewildered, a soft blush spreading over his cheeks as you throw your head back while you laugh. he finds he wants to be the cause of that sound much more than he should. “why’re ya laughin’?” he pouts slightly. you pat his cheek in reassurance as you calm down.

“we both really went through circles to get here, huh? next week, take me out on a real date,” you grin, loosely wrapping your arms around his neck. the smile on his face makes him look a tad bit younger, boyish and gleeful as he lets out a chuckle of his own.

“it was yer idea,” he reminds you.

“you went along with it,” you counter. and this time, when he pulls you closer to his chest, kita’s lips are there to greet you too, pressing against yours ever so softly as he sighs into the kiss. your hands trail over his broad chest and shoulders, appreciating the bulkiness he’s developed from his days on the farm. and you both smile into this kiss here and there, he stumbles with you in his arms at one point over the rug, and you wrinkle his shirt where you clutch it in your fist, but it’s still perfect.

“so, looks like my granny can matchmake,” he whispers against your lips. you peck his briefly before smiling.

“i think i should get the credit here. it was my idea.”

“i went along with it,” he pokes your nose. and from the doorway, his granny watches happily as you both lean in and share another kiss.

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