Iwaizumi Brainrot Hours

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MINORS DON'T INTERACT

You didn’t think that giving a flirtatious smile to your boyfriend on your way home from a party would land you in this situation.

But here you are, with Iwaizumi’s hips slamming into your own and your palms pressed against the car window, your moans filling the small space. His shirt is partially unbuttoned, tie loose around his neck as he fucks you senseless, groans spilling out of his lips at the sight of his cock disappearing into your dripping cunt, walls soft and clenching around his length.

“Ah, shit. You’re so pretty, y/n…” his calloused hands grip your waist tightly as he continues thrusting into you at a pace that has you practically drooling. He moves one of his hands up your back, tracing between your shoulder blades and knotting his fingers into your hair, tugging it slightly.

“R-right there…” You head is spinning and you can barely form coherent thoughts, the only thing on your mind is Iwaizumi, and how his cock is hitting that one spot inside of you that sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

“You gonna cum, pretty baby?” You can hear the strain is Iwa’s voice, and you nod your head, hands curling into fists against the window as you feel your high approaching. Every inch of your body feels like it’s lit up with a vibrating electricity, and you can barely remain upright as your orgasm hits you, legs shaking and sounds of pleasure leaving your lips.

“Fuck.” You feel Iwa’s load spill inside of you as his grip on your waist tightens. Leaning over, he kisses down your back as you both catch your breath.

“Hopefully no one was walking by at this hour.” He helps you back into your dress, cradling your form and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I doubt it, Iwa.” You lean into his touch, letting out a small sigh. “Not that you care, do you?”

“Not at all. People should see themselves as lucky if they even get a glimpse of you.” Taking your hand, he assists you in getting back into the front seat, and he starts the car.

“Let’s just go home. I’m exhausted.” Your eyes flutter shut and your head rests against the window, and you can’t help the sleep that overtakes you as Iwa drives you both back home.

The First “I Love You” ~ Jeon Jungkook

Your breath was taken away completely as the two of you drove through the city, looking out over the night skyline that was lit up. Whilst Jungkook concentrated on the road, you were busy, fascinated by how different the city looked from high up around the mountains.

Your drive was relatively quiet, with the radio playing in the background for the two of you until Jungkook reached his destination. You pulled up in a car park just below one of the peaks of the mountains, with no other car around but your own.

“Fancy a walk?” Jungkook offered, unfastening his seatbelt and pointing out of the window, “just down there is one of my favourite spots in the entire world.”

“Why not?” You laughed, doing the same as Jungkook did, stepping out of the car only for his to figure to appear before you, offering you a helping hand.

With his hand in yours, Jungkook began to show you the way, “you’re going to love this place.”

You followed slowly behind Jungkook as he walked the two of you down a small pathway that wove around the mountain, leaving the car parked up, knowing that there was no chance of any disturbances so late into the night.

As you walked around, you noticed a bench just back from the edge of the mountain, made of several old pieces of wood. Jungkook led you to the bench, spinning you around so that you could finally look out over the city properly.

“Wow,” you whispered, looking around the view, unable to make anything out as you looked down across the city, streetlights the only things that you could properly figure out.”

“I always come up here when I can’t sleep,” Jungkook began to explain as he took a seat down beside you, “I’ve never come here with anyone, you’re the first person that I’ve felt ready to drive up here and bring up, I wanted you to get to see how special it is here too.”

“It’s just amazing,” you agreed, shaking your head at the view as Jungkook moved his arm around your shoulders. “I bet coming here is such a great escape for you, it really puts into perspective how small so many of our worries can be.”

Jungkook knew you’d get it, the comfort that he got from driving up into the mountains and leaving the busy streets for a little while. As he watched you look out at the city, Jungkook was filled with content, leaning back against the bench and giving himself the chance to relax.

“You seem impressed,” he noted, bringing your eyes across to look at him as your head nodded back at him. “I’m glad that you like it up here, I know you were a little apprehensive to come out tonight.”

You smiled shyly back across to Jungkook, “I’ve never had anyone do things like this with me before, suddenly having you show up at my door and ask if I wanted to go for a drive felt like one of those moments that I’ve always dreamed of, but never seen come true.”

He nodded understandingly back to you, appreciating that your relationship was a lot of learning for you. As it was for him too, as confident as Jungkook seemed around you, there were plenty of firsts for him whilst he was with you as well.

“You know, the stars are the second prettiest thing here tonight,” he whispered.

“Since when did you pull out cheesy lines like that?”

“It’s just how I’m feeling tonight,” he blushed.

His smile was wide as once again you looked across at Jungkook, holding his gaze. The longer he stared at you, the more Jungkook felt his heart race. “Are you alright?” You asked him, noticing him getting a little unsettled.

“I couldn’t be better, driving with you is exactly where I want to be,” he assured you.

You kept your eye on Jungkook as he turned away, “it just feels a little to me like something is on your mind, but I might just be mistaken.”

The way in which you had learnt to read Jungkook so quickly was a skill of yours that blew him away. He couldn’t hide anything from you, if something was up, you managed to find out without Jungkook even saying a thing to you.

“As long as you’re alright, that’s all that matters to me,” you added, trying your best to bring his eyes back across to look at you and reassure you too.

“I think I love you,” Jungkook suddenly spoke up, turning his eyes further away from you as he found himself losing all composure, terrified as to how you would react, not wanting to look in case it wasn’t quite the expression that he wanted to see on your face.

As he spoke, a chuckle came from you, holding your hand into his that rested around your shoulders. “Is that why you asked me to come up here with you tonight so that you could tell me that?” You asked him, watching on as Jungkook’s head nodded.

He’d never been as shy as he was around you, not sure how to act. “I wanted it to be special,” he admitted, finally bringing his eyes back across to look at you beside him.

“I love you,” you whispered as soon as you met his eyes, allowing your smile to grow and your shoulders to drop which left Jungkook feeling incredibly relieved in front of you too.

“Do you really mean that? You don’t have to just say it if-“

You quickly cut Jungkook off by squeezing against his hand, “of course, I mean it. Telling someone that I love them isn’t something that I would do unless I was absolutely sure about it.”

If his heart could squeeze anymore love into it, it managed to as you spoke, leaving Jungkook speechless. The night had gone better than he could have ever imagined, from the smooth ride, the journey up, to finally being able to tell you exactly how he felt about you.

“Thank you for agreeing to go on a date with me at the cinema that night,” he smiled back to you, intertwining his hand in properly with yours, “it turned out to be a pretty good idea.”

“I think it’s up there with one of the best decisions I’ve ever made,” you laughed.

Yet another chuckle came from Jungkook too as he felt your head rest down against his shoulder, “I don’t know why I felt confident enough to approach you that night, but it definitely turned out to be worth it, I’ve got to be one of the luckiest guys ever.”

“No way,” you grinned, nudging gently into his side, “I refuse to let you argue that you’re the lucky one because it’s just not true. You do incredible things for me like this, I wish that I was able to do exactly the same for you.”

Even if you didn’t necessarily see it in yourself, you did enough and more for Jungkook. The little things that you didn’t even notice that you were doing sometimes, he recognised from you, and he appreciated them too.

“Let’s just say we’re lucky to have found each other?”

“I think we can definitely agree on that.”

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Masterlist

HAIKYUU BOYS + FAVORITE SPOTS TO KISS

feat. bokuto kōtarō, oikawa tōru, iwaizumi hajime, miya atsumu, kuroo tetsurō, kageyama tobio

warnings. a lil bit suggestive <3 a lot suggestive in iwa's <3 don't mind me <3

BOKUTO loves to kiss the tip of your nose. it's quick—all soft laughter and shared breaths and the pads of his thumbs catching the balls of your cheeks. you can see his eyes flutter over your face, feel the heaviness of his gaze—and suddenly, his lips meet the top of your head, and side of your cheek, and then, finally, your nose. he mutters soft praises into your skin—a smile stretching across scorching flesh—and you join him in bubbling laughter before pulling him in to return the favor.

OIKAWA kisses your shoulder. it's a swirl in the dead of night and the spark of newborn mornings, lips meeting the planes of your skin as sheets pool at your hips. his arm snakes around your waist and you slide across the mattress—drinking in floral shampoos and the warmth of adjoining limbs. he starts just below your neck, and soft breaths spill across your back, each movement leaving goosebumps to swarm in his wake. he mumbles gentle words and soft whispers, the vibrato of his voice nearly swallowing you whole.

IWAIZUMI kisses your collar. it's for the reaction more than anything else—an obsession with the way your breath hilts and neck turns and the sputter of goosebumps that follow the brush of his teeth against your skin. his hand steadies your jaw, pressing calloused fingers into the warmth of your cheeks as the smile against your throat sparks flames beneath your skin. he leaves bubbling bruises in a mosaic of purples and blues, and when he pulls away, meeting your wide eyes and stunted breaths, his mind echos with a yearning for more.

ATSUMU kisses your palms. he fiddles with your fingers—hands dancing along the divots of your knuckles and the arches of your wrists—before he guides you towards his lips, leaving soft breaths to slip through your fingertips. he presses a kiss to your palm and every nerve in your body seems to shiver at the motion, pulling you further towards the allure of the stars that seem to dot his breath. it's a casual motion—one slipped into quiet conversation and comfortable silence—but a welcomed one nevertheless.

KUROO kisses your jaw. it's the freedom of it all—the grasp he has upon your skin and the idea of roaming any plane of flesh or curve of muscle he would like. your hands are in his hair and his fingers leave crescent marks upon your hips, his breath swallowing every pore marking his path. he kisses the arch of your neck and revels in the way you shiver—swallows the heat of sputtering breaths and burning skin. and when you pull away with flushed cheeks and wide eyes, he laughs, tugging you closer once again.

KAGEYAMA kisses your lips. it's simple, really—long fingers wrapped around the base of your neck and shared breaths twirling between staggered throats. he tugs at your bottom lip and nudges at your waist and, when the space between you grows to nothing more than tiny patches of exposed skin, you're consumed by the vibrato of empty lungs. he pulls away—swollen lips and warm cheeks on full display—and you laugh, leaving a smile to stretch across his features.

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BTS | Grammys 2022

osamu doesn’t remember the last time he’d slept a full, undisturbed eight hours. between two restless toddlers and early morning prep at the restaurant, he often found himself awake before his alarm, and tonight isn’t any different.

he isn’t sure what time it is when he feels a hand patting at his cheek. the room is still dark when he manages to peel one eye open, and sure enough, he finds the culprit leaning on the edge of the bed, blinking at him in the darkness.

he mumbles his daughter’s name sleepily, curling an arm around her to ensure she doesn’t fall as she clambers up onto the bed. osamu scoots back, mindful of your sleeping figure as he makes room for one more. it’s definitely not the first time he’s woken in the middle of the night to find her or her sister squeezing into bed with you both, so he thinks the purchase of a brand new big kid beds for the two might have been a little premature.

“what’s wrong, baby?” he asks, reaching up to push her messy bangs out of her eyes. “did you have a nightmare?”

she just shakes her head, leaning in so her nose nudges his. “‘m hungry.”

osamu, eyes already drooping, just hums. no nightmare, no monsters hiding under her bed that he needs to scare away.

“daddy,” she pleads, gripping his shirt sleeve. “wanna snack, please.”

“okay,” he sighs, knowing that there was no way he’d win against a hungry three year old in the middle of the night. “in a minute. just cuddle with me for a bit first.”

she doesn’t hesitate, crawling under the covers to snuggle into his chest.

“what do you want to eat?” he asks, tucking her head under his chin. “want me to cut you some mango? some cheese and crackers?”

“yes, please!”

not really an answer, but he’s a little too tired to ask her to clarify at the moment. “shh, baby. you don’t want to wake your mom.”

they stay like that for a while, his daughter humming the theme song of her favourite show and picking at the hem of the duvet as he gets one last wink of rest. he’s gotta be up in a few hours. he’s gotta go on a jog with his brother and be back in time to help with breakfast before heading to the restaurant. he’s gotta–

“snack now?” his baby asks, beaming up at him hopefully with eyes he can’t possibly say no to.

“alright, c’mon,” he sighs, pushing himself up and scooping her into his arms. he pokes her tummy, grinning when she giggles. “let’s go downstairs and put some cheese and crackers in there.”

osamu flicks the lights on when they make it to the kitchen to pull the fridge open, father and daughter squinting through the refrigerator light. he grabs a block of cheese and places it in her waiting hands before setting her on the floor.

“go grab your stool, baby,” he murmurs, chuckling as she gets up on her tiptoes to place the cheese atop the counter. while she drags her little wooden step-stool up to the counter, osamu gets to work cutting a few slices, nodding along and agreeing to the nonsense his daughter babbled as he worked.

“what are you two doing down here?” he hears you ask, looking over his shoulder to see you, your other daughter propped up on your hip and rubbing sleepily at her eyes.

“someone wanted a midnight snack,” he answers, opening up the cabinet to grab a second plate. you set the other twin down so she can grab her own stool. then you lightly nudge his hip with yours, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before reaching around him to steal a piece of cheese off the cutting board, heading over to the pantry to unearth a box of crackers.

“these girls have your appetite, samu,” you tease, setting a few triscuits on their plates. “remember back in our first apartment?”

he remembers it quite fondly, actually. sitting side by side on the kitchen floor at three in the morning, sharing anything from a tub of ice cream or leftover onigiri from dinner. it's years later and he's still doing the same thing, awake in the middle of night sharing cheese and crackers with you and his daughters.

it’s been a while since osamu’s had a full night’s sleep, but he really doesn’t mind.

split | suna rintarou

pairing: suna x reader

tags: fluff, friends to strangers to lovers

word count: 2.0k

in which you and suna both miss your flight back to tokyo and you find yourself confiding in an old friend as you wait for the morning to come

for @sxphilia - lol shay you read this already but here, ily <33

everything seemed to be going wrong today.

first, your alarm wasn’t set properly so you woke up an hour late. second, your taxi to the airport arrived late, which only led to you inevitably missing your flight back to tokyo. and to top it all off, the next flight was four hours from now. it certainly wasn’t a big deal, you’re expected back at work the day after you arrive anyway. but there’s been a lot on your mind recently, a debate you just wanted to solve, yet it only seemed like you could start working on it when you arrived back in tokyo. so at the moment, all the what ifs and scenarios just marinated in your head, waiting for some kind of decision to be made.

and your current situation did absolutely nothing to help.

you were leaving america to return home from tokyo. you were there for a prospective job, finally having the chance to follow the career you spent years dreaming about. but japan was your home, and america was so far. you lived in tokyo all your life, your friends, your family, everything was back in japan. you were at a crossroads, unsure of which path to choose.

your old life, or the career of your dreams.

and your vacation only made the choice worse.

the flight attendant nods apologetically again when he hands you your ticket. “thanks,” you nod.

“of course,” he replies, “have a nice day.”

“you too.” but as you walk off a familiar voice makes you freeze in your tracks.

“yes hi, i just missed my flight is there any flight i can take instead?”

you hear the flight attendant’s voice, “yes, of course. where are you going sir?”

“tokyo,” he replies, and your heart drops.

that’s not who you think it is, is it?

“i’ve got a flight at 6 pm tonight,” the flight attendant answers.

wait, that’s your flight.

“sounds good,” and you can hear a hint of disappointment in the familiar voice, turning around to face the desk again.

“alright sir,” the flight attendant nods. “let me just print out your ticket.”

the boy doesn’t turn around, yet his stature, his hair, it just looks so familiar, and before you know it, you’re stepping closer wanting to indulge and curiosity and see the boy.

“thanks,” he replies before his eyes find yours.

it’s him.

“y/n?”

“suna?”

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