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#Haikyu timeskip
Expecting Life with their pregnant partner
Featuring Toru Oikawa, Atsumu Miya and
Daichi Sawamura
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Toru Oikawa x pregnant GN! Reader; Atsumu Miya x pregnant GN! Reader; Daichi Sawamura x pregnant GN! Reader
Warnings: fluff, reader being a tiny bit reckless
A/N: i really loved the Aizawa, Fatgum and Hawks version so I decided to expand it 😩 also thanks to @kingdaddydaichi for my current thighchi infatuation 🥲
Oikawa
“Hey love I’m home- oh my god YN are you ok?” Toru shouts as you look up from your positioned perched on the floor. He’s frantically throwing his bag to the ground while simultaneously trying to remove his shoes.
“Toru, calm down in fine!” You shout as your husband practically trips over his own feet trying to get to you as you sit on the floor. His hand goes to his chest when he sees what your doing, trying to calm himself and taking a seat on the couch.
“YN you nearly gave me a heart attack! Why are you painting your nails on the floor? I told you to go to the nail salon!” He scolded as you rolled your eyes and put the cap back on the polish.
“Toru, I have 5 weeks before my due date. I want to time my trips to get my nails done perfectly with my due date. I want to look nice when the baby gets here,” you pout as Toru shakes his head, rest his elbows on his knees.
“Love i’d pay for someone to come to the hospital to do you nails if it meant that much to you but you shouldn’t be getting on the floor like that when I’m not around,” he scolds as you glare back at him.
“I’ll have you know I’m perfectly capable of doing this on my own Toru!” You say, crossing your arms and turning your nose up at your husband.
“You want me to tell Iwa-Chan what you’ve been up too?” He says with a smirk as you neck snaps back, eyes widening
“You wouldn’t DARE!” You say and Toru takes out his phone.
“Say cheese darling,” he says before snapping a picture and showing it to you.
“Toru that’s not funny! Iwa will kick my butt if he finds out!” You whine.
“Then promise me this is the last time you’ll do this!” He says as he threatens to press send to his best friend.
You roll your eyes, resigning yourself the the fact that you have lost and nod in agreement.
“That wasn’t so hard now was it love,” Toru says before helping you off the ground, kissing your forehead lovingly.
Atsumu
Atsumu ran up the 3 flights of stairs to your shared apartment, not bothering to wait the extra few minutes for the elevator. When he received the phone call from Osamu saying, “don’t panic but Yn got hurt” every single thought flowed through this brain as he raced home to be with you.
“I’m here!! Where is Yn?” He said, slamming the door open as both you and Osamu jumped slightly at your husbands sudden entrance.
“Samu you freaking snitch!” You growled as Osamu rolled his eyes, moving out of the way as your husband closed in on you, examining you up and down for injuries, his vision landing on a towel in your hand.
“What the hell happened?” He shouted as you shushed him.
“Babe calm down! I’m fine, I literally just cut my finger while I was chopping up fruit it’s no big deal,” you said, as your husbands eyes landed on your hand.
“How deep is it? Do we need to take you the hospital? How much blood have you lost? Are you having any contractions? Is your waters broken?” Atsumu rattled out phrase after phrase as you just watched his panic stricken face.
“Sumu calm down would ya?!? It’s just a cut, nothing too deep or bad. Everything’s fine,” Osamu said as Atsumu’s head snapped to him.
“Then why did ya tell me?” He shouted back.
“I told ya not to panic ya idiot! I had it handled but I wanted you to know!” He said as he returned to your kitchen, putting away the onigiri he had brought you.
“YN why didn’t you just let Samu cut up your fruit baby? Ya knew he was comin!” Atsumu scolded as you frowned
“I can cut up fruit Sumu, I’m pregnant not helpless!” You said in return as Atsumu sighed.
“I know you’re not babe but please, I worry about ya being home when I’m at practice especially since I’m away from my phone. That’s why Samu comes to check on you. Please just promise me you’ll wait until I get home or Samu comes?” He begs as your instantly soften.
“Ok Sumu I promise,” you smile as your husband leans in, kissing your forehead.
“Gross get a room!” Osamu groans from the kitchen as Atsumu glares back at him.
“Why don’t cha get yourself a partner then it wouldn’t be so gross!” Your husband argues back.
You just sit there and sigh, resigning yourself to the fact that this, was in fact, your wonderful life.
Daichi
“Ummm- YN?” Your husband says as you studdenly bolt up, smacking your head on beam atop your attic.
“Ouch- crap, oh hey darling! How was work?” You say continuing to shift through boxes, your large belly serving as a stand as you move boxes from one location to another.
“It was fine, hey question- what the heck are you doing?” Your husband says, now standing on the top stair of the attic, as you finally find the box you were looking for.
“There it is!” You shout as you bring the box to your still very confused husband, “it’s the box of holiday decorations!”
Daichi gawked at you as you shifted your eyes from left to right, waiting for a response from your husband.
“YN it’s literally June, what do we need holiday decorations for?” He asks as you shrug.
“Well I was in the babies room and I was thinking about where to put the rocking chair. And then I got to thinking about how I’m to be rocking our baby to sleep in only a couple of months,” you said as Daichi tried to follow your logic.
“Ok babe but that still a few months away and we have yet to get to why you have holiday decorations out six months ahead of time?” He again questions.
“Well the baby is due in October and the last thing I’ll probably want to be doing is decorating for the holidays with a newborn. So I figured I’d decorate now and leave them up until next year,” you cheer, excited about your grand idea.
Daichi’s eyes widen as he tries to hold back a laugh, “ok babe well I’ll be around to help you in a few months so let’s just leave the decorations for now. And let’s not talk about how you shouldn’t even be up here. This attic is old and musty and what if you fell or something!”
You just roll your eyes and hand your husband the box, “your such a dad you know that! No wonder they called you ‘dadchi’ in high school.”
“No they didn’t Yn!” He protested
“Well not to your face love,” you laughed, heading down the stairs as you leave, your husband standing confused.
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nerd-of-karasuno · 2 years
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Timeskip!! Kenma Kozume Dating Headcannons
Author's Note: hmm, I have a feeling that this might just be an excuse for me to talk about timeskip Hinata.... that's what I'm calling this post for now on- timeskip!! Kenma dating headcannons aka the excuse for me to talk about timeskip Hinata. I really love Kenma's and Hinata's friendship. And again, thank you so much for 200 followers. I am open to suggestions on what to do for an event.
high school!! Kenma dating headcannons
my dating headcannons masterlist
Haikyu!! masterlist
Word Count: exactly 1.1k
Warning! Spoilers down below!
Kenma keeps his life very private, so for a long time none of his followers knew he had a partner.
But if you want to announce your relationship to the world, Kenma may actually agree
especially if you've been dating for a couple of years
but it will keep some convincing and some time for him to think him over.
if you do go public, Kenma will invite you into his livestream and play a co-op game with you.
Wait, no-
that's how you two first reveal your relationship
Kenma nonchalantly says he has a partner that will be joining him in one of live streams in a few days
Many people don't believe him because of how he says it, but those same people still drop in.
The day you're going to be his livestream, Kodzuken gets one of the highest viewed streams he's ever had
but some people are slightly disappointed because they only hear your voice the entire time.
After you brought up that you wanted to go public, Kenma agreed, but after having a long chat with Kuroo about it, he proposed an idea to you that you don't show your face right away and instead only your voice just for awhile.
This is mainly for your safety as he doesn't know how his fans will react
so Kenma has you slowly reveal yourself to his fans and by the time you show your face, everyone is pretty comfortable with you and vice versa.
It's all chill. You're all one very big happy family.
Another reason why Kenma wanted you to only reveal your voice first is that if you decided that you did not want to fully disclose yourself to the world, you could easily back out.
as you can tell he put a lot of thought into this and it's because he loves you very much.
Here's a random headcannon in inside these headcannons: Kenma likes to hide some things in his livestreams like little easter eggs and hints for upcoming plans that his followers may not know about yet. He personally finds it more fun that way and enjoys thinking of how to incorporate those hidden things into his streams.
With that in mind, he may or may not eventually hint at what you look like in some of his livestreams using that method.
And Kenma does this with your permission, of course.
It was only after you did a face reveal that Kenma's followers realized that he had been hinting at your appearance for quite some time before your face reveal was even announced.
if you allowed him too, that is
Kenma does not talk about you on his streams unless he knows you're okay with it.
The two of you are cat parents!
Sorry, that change of topic was kinda abrupt
unless you're allergic to cats
that's the only reason why Kenma wouldn't have a cat.
Kenma unintentionally spoils you and his cat
He doesn't really think of what he does as spoiling you though except with his cat. Kenma will straight-out admit that spoils his cat. He has no guilt. The cat is his child
His thought process is just 'i wanna give my wonderful significant other a gift' and gives you a gift
or he just leaves them around your place for you to find since he still gets a little shy around you.
The majority of these gifts are not at all expensive though.
Kenma just tries to make sure that all of them are meaningful to you.
After Kenma ends a livestream, he often comes over to you and plop his head into your lap.
He may or may not put your hand in his hair because he wants you to run your fingers through it.
That depends on how he's feeling though.
You always know when Kenma has talked to Hinata on the phone because he always tell you "Shoyo says hi" afterwards.
'Shoyo says hi' even if he hasn't meet you yet. He's just really happy Kenma has a partner and is excited to get to know you.
You are more than always welcome to play beach volleyball with him and Kenma.
Hinata has invited you and Kenma to come to Brazil so many times, he gets so excited if you do come and visit.
sooooo I don't know if any of you have read the special Haikyu!! one shot that just came out (dm me if you need a link to it, I got you :D) but since I have the chance to get write it into my own works, I will
In one part of the one shot, Kenma goes to Brazil to meet up with Hinata for a collaboration offered by Kuroo (who mentioned it in the very last volume, I believe)
and Kenma asks you to come with him.
He makes sure that you don't have to worry about any of the details and it's not at all stressful for you.
If you do come, he will somehow get you to play beach volleyball with him and Hinata during that livestream even if it's just for one game.
Kenma doesn't travel too much, so it's kinda like a little vacation for the two of you with a small bit of work involved for Kenma.
Kuroo comes over for dinner at least once a month, but occasionally he comes over earlier in the day and hangs out with Kenma.
One time you went to run an errand and you came back to find a bunch of members of Kenma's high school volleyball team just chilling in the living room.
Yaku was there, Lev was there, Kuroo obviously, Yamamoto was stealing snacks from the kitchen, Inuoka, and a few more.
They decided to drop in on Kenma one day.
Don't question it please
It's just Nekoma things
actually once a year some of Kenma's high school teammates randomly show up in his house for absolutely no reason. It's kind of like a small annual Nekoma team reunion except Kenma never knows when it's going to happen.
No one actually knows why it's always at Kenma's house either and no one has bothered to schedule it anywhere else.
so yeah, ✨ Nekoma things ✨
Speaking of Nekoma, Kenma will 100% die inside if you ever wear his old Nekoma jacket and pants, but you didn't hear that from me ;)
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itszazouu · 11 months
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I'm having so much fun searching through haikyu twitter page and looking at all the time skip illustrations especially this one of my onigiri man Miya Osamu
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fanwarrior321 · 2 years
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i've been staring at this for longer than I would like to admit
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sevenirisflowers · 2 years
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I just read "Mistakenly hot" by ohmumai on AO3 and I had to color in copper haired Atsumu so here you go
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chosobaby · 1 year
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despite playing volleyball for over a dozen years, sakusa kiyoomi now thinks the sport is too dreadful for him to play.
it’s not that his team had lost their winning streak or that he no longer finds joy in the sport. no, he just abhors the fact that he’s required to remove his wedding ring.
“i hate this horrible rule… no, i loathe it! yeah— wait! abhor! i absolutely abhor this horrible rule!” kiyoomi drunkenly exclaimed while on your honeymoon after you mentioned he’d have to remove his ring during practices and matches.
with his head on your lap and your fingers in his hair, he mumbled, “fuck the volleyball gods.” and you couldn’t help but agree as you watched his fluttering eyelids and soft little grin.
and so every morning, just before he steps out the door for volleyball practice, he’ll plant a kiss against your forehead, on your nose, and on your lips. he’ll take your left hand and bring it towards his face, and his eyes will shine a bit brighter seeing your ring, a reminder and a signification that he’s yours and you’re his.
then, he’ll press a kiss right atop the band wrapped snuggly around your ring finger. he’ll cup your face, allowing you to feel to cool metal from his ring on your skin, and mutter a soft i love you, showing you the smile kiyoomi reserved just for you.
…so maybe, you can forgive the volleyball gods and this horrible rule just a teensy tiny bit.
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owlyflufff · 1 month
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if bokuto teaching volleyball to little kids can become canon then bokuto and akaashi getting married, living the best domestic life and still loving each other at the tender age of 130 years old can become canon too
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tahiti-island-dream · 9 months
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Pickup Line Madness Pt. 6
Type: Fluff
Pairing: Tsukishima x reader, Yamaguchi x reader
Summary/Request: the hq boys try pickup lines/ Tsukki doesn’t let you fall, Yams deserves to be squished
~MAIN MASTERLIST~  ~HQ MASTERLIST 2~
Tsukishima
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leafington · 3 months
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𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱'𝘀... 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻... 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘀.
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cw ~ not proofread, cum eating, established relationship, pussydrunk!suna, oral (f!recieving), cunnilingus, light hair-pulling if you squint, semi-public sex, good luck fuck, suna being bold
a/n ~ this one was in the notes for a while, enjoy pussy eater suna 😈
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Suna Rintaro. Eating out his fiancée with no other thought in his head. He had a game in less than twenty minutes and so he took it upon himself to drag her into the team's bus, making her sit back in the seat. It was a tight spot, but he managed to squeeze himself in front of the seat against his back to have himself propped in between Y/n's thighs as he lapped, squirmed, and flicked his tongue in every nook and cranny in her lower lips.
"You're so horny it's almost funny..." Y/n chuckled with a breathy moan. Suna only glared up her with those half-lidded eyes of his. "Not horny, just.. need to taste you." He was lying. The real reason he had her like this was because he liked having her in his mouth before a game, the taste of her cum in his mouth as he sweated on the court. If he got frustrated, he'd lick his lips to taste the flavor of his woman, better yet when he would finger her before bringing his hand to his mouth, subtly licking the tips of his fingers that had the faintness of her slick on it.
"Aran's gonna kill you..." She muttered, caressing the side of his cheek. Whatever Suna replied with she couldn't hear because his voice was muffled by both the flesh of her thighs and the fact that he was high on her pussy as he pressed himself further.
He could tell she was close when she grabbed onto his hair and tugged. "'m not goin' anywhere." His voice was raspy and low. "Mm, fuck, right there, Rin. Coming.. coming.." With one solid, wet, hard lick and a brutal suck on her clit, Y/n gushed all over her fiancé's face, causing him to chuckle in amusement.
"Didn't think you could do that, doll." Suna wiped his mouth of the excess liquid, leaving just enough remaining for him to taste during his match. "Man, I need to marry you now." He added.
"You have another few months, hold out." Y/n giggled, running her thumb over his hairline, making him groan at the thought of waiting to finally have her as his own. "Good luck, baby." She smiled hazily.
"Thank you, love."
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lunamochii · 1 month
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'biceps or thighs?!' atsumu miya x f!reader
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"Truth or dare! First one to chicken out will buy each of us a icecream!"
You cringe hearing what your friend suggested. You and your friends are currently sitting down inside the gym, with your bags toss on the side.
"Let's use Saya-chan's waterbottle to spin and see who it lands!"
"Can I back out?" You raise your hand and all of them glared at you, making you groan "Nah-uh! Or if you want, then you'll have to buy us icecream!" Haruka, the one who propose the game, grin at you and all you could do is click your tongue and settle on the side of Rita.
There are only four of you and your silently, screaming, inside your head for the waterbottle not to land on you. It landed first to Haruka and you breath out a sigh of relief
"Ha! Truth or dare!" Rita exclaim and you snickered seeing the betrayed look of Haruka
"The fuck... fine! Dare!"
Hearing this, Saya leans in towards Rita and whispered something and two girls began to laugh
"I dare you to clean the whole gym after this game!"
If there's one thing that Haruka is good at, it's skipping her turn on cleaning duty.
"You two- you gang up on me! Not fair!" Haruka cross her arms and Rita just shook her head in disapproval
"Remember Haru~ you're gonna buy us icecream if you don't do it•~"
You think that by now maybe Haruka regretted making that kind of penalty
"Ugh whatever! I'm gonna spin it!" Haruka exclaim and twist the bottle and when she let go, it's spinning very fast and you're staring at it intently.
"Please let it not be me!" You said out loud and when it halted, it stopped at Rita and you can't help but scream in joy
"Hahahahaha!!! Rita! Truth or dare!"
"Hng- truth!"
Haruka's lips curve into a smirk, she moves closer to Rita and slump her arms on her shoulders and wiggled her eyebrows
"Who do you like in our men's voleyball team?"
You and Saya couldn't help but tease Rita at the same time, it is about time she should be honest to herself. She mumbled something but all of you didn't hear it so Haruka tease her even more
"I said it's Suna Rintaro!"
The three of you were slightly taken back as she scream the man of her dreams, it took you all 10 seconds to recover before you are all lightly poking her sides and teasing her.
"Suna, huh?"
"I mean, I've seen him look at your way whenever we watch any of their matches."
"Ahh get off!! I'm spinning!!"
Rita reach for the bottle and spins it, just right after you sat back down the bottle came into halt and it's lid is facing your way. You gulp hard and your friends are hot on your trail
"Truth or dare!"
They all said or scream in unison but you can clearly hear how they emphasize the word 'truth'
"Cal- What are you guys doing here? Shouldn't you be in class?"
Since your back is facing the entrance of the gym you couldn't see who came in but you can already make up who just said that and who's with them
"Kita-senpai! We have no class and our P.E subject just ended. We figured out that to just stay here!"
Saya beam and you giggled seeing Haruka's cheeks slowly turning pink. Well, she got a huge crush on the captain of your school's voleyball team.
"I see, but why are you all huddled up on the corner?"
"Oh we're just playing truth or dare."
"Really?! We wanna join!"
You heard the squeaky sounds made by their shoes as they ran up to where you are, Saya who saw how frozen the two of her friends. She laugh to herself.
"Actually, it's her turn!" Saya pointed at you, Rita and Haruka is quick to regain their composure
"Yeah! Truth or dare!"
"Truth!"
You heard your friends scream and the three of them huddled together and kept on whispering. You can also feel the presence of the one man who can make your heart wanna break-free from your chest.
"Alright!! Answer us with nothing but the truth!"
You nod and gulp nervously, you see how they all glance at each other before nodding and snickering to themselves, you have a bad feeling.
"Atsumu-san's thighs or biceps?!"
Your jaw drop and you can feel the heat coming up to your cheeks, you quickly got up to your feet and was about to tackle them but they were faster and avoided your wrath
"I'll kill you three!!"
Despite with your threats, the three of them just laugh
"Answer us!"
Now, it's not only them but the other members of the voleyball team joins in too. Great, your afternoon is nothing but a embarassing memory.
Amidst of your distress, you felt a pair of arms snake it's way to your waist and hugging you from the back, you can hear the whistling and 'ooooh' of your friends
"Why don't you answer it, babe? I'm also curious."
Right, sometimes it slides off your mind that you are dating one of the popular members of your team.
"If you don't answer, you'll have to buy all of us a icecream!"
"Why do I have to buy for the team too?! Kita-san!"
You look at their captain but his just smiling and waiting for your answer
"I'll start tickling you if you don't answer"
Atsumu threaten and his hands are already holding your hips firmly
"Thighs!!! I like your thighs!!"
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"My thighs are free of use to you~ so come and lay down!"
He pat it and your face got red immediately and throw the pillow you were holding at him
"It's been 6 years! I'm over of your thighs now!"
You defended yourself, ever since that embarassing confession you did during your highschool days, there was not a single day that Atsumu didn't tease you for it. He didn't let it go even after you guys decided to move in togetherafter college.
"I thought you're over it?"
"Shut up."
Atsumu laughs which you shut him up by using your right hand to cover his mouth. You can't say no if he invites you like that to lay your head on his thighs.
You felt him grab your hand so you open your eyes and saw he kiss the ring, the one he used when he propose to you.
"I love you" he said and you smile warmly at him
"I love you too.... and your thighs."
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bonus part☆
You ask him once if he could wrap his thighs around your head and he looked at you with weird expression but eventually you got him to do it.
It was the best day of your life.☆
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Comparing You to Their Ex-Girlfriend
Featuring Osamu
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Osamu Miya x Fem! Reader (she/her pronouns)
Warnings: swearing, arguing, under appreciation, mentions of ex’s, mentions of alcohol, Atsumu being the voice of reason 😵‍💫
AN: I’ve been wanting to continue this series for a while and I figured who better than our favorite Twin, Osamu 🥰
*Atsumu fans please don’t come for me, I adore him I promise 🥺
You and Osamu had been dating for a little over a year and what a year it’s been. Filled with tons of highs and equal lows, you and Osamu had navigated it all together.
When you’d first met Osamu, he had just opened his first Onigiri shop and things were hectic, but you somehow made it work. You’d visit him whenever you could, stop by to support his business and even stay late helping him clean up after close. You were the epitome of a perfect girlfriend and yet, sometimes it felt as if your good deeds went unnoticed.
You knew Osamu didn’t purposely ignore you, he was just busy being a business owner. The stresses of the early mornings and equally long days were hard on him. Still, you wished he’d occasionally throw a “thank you” or a “what would I do without you babe” your way. Nevertheless, you continued to thanklessly help your boyfriend whenever and wherever you could.
On one particularly busy Friday night, you swung by the shop to help Osamu close up, excited that he was leaving the shop in the care of his valued employees so you could spend so much needed quality time together. You pushed open the door, announcing your arrival as you did most everyday, only this time, you were not met with your usual chipper boyfriend.
“I’m here!” You shouted, the door sitting behind you as you placed your coat and purse on the coat rack besides the door, a welcome addition to the cozy little shop. The kitchen door slammed open as Osamu immediately started in on you.
“Dammit Yn you are so late! What took you so long? I’ve been cleaning all by myself!” He shouted as you looked at him, a bit taken aback by his hostile attitude.
“Geez Mr. Grumpy, I’m sorry I’m late but the train was packed, and I had to wait for the next one. I did text you,” you clarified, walking over to the counter as Osamu huffed and turned heading back into the kitchen as you followed.
“Well, I sent everyone home early because I assumed you were coming to help me, but I guess I shouldn’t have because I pretty much did everything myself,” he growled as you stood by the kitchen sink, eyes narrowed on your unusually hostile partner. He was never this mean, never this rude to you.
“Samu, I said I was sorry, ok? Geez it’s not like I don’t come and help you every day after I work a full 8 hours. I even take the train opposite my normal station just to be here to help,” you recalled, trying to keep your cool. Surely something had happened today to warrant this.
“You act like I’m forcing you to be here Yn! Like I’m making you help me out with my store!” Osamu exclaimed as you crossed your arms over your chest. You were done being patient and forgiving.
“I never said that Samu! I offer to help you and I’m always glad to help but you don’t need to yell at me especially when you can’t even spare a thank you half the time for all that I do for you!” You roared, pissed off that he seemed to be blaming you for the free help you offered him.
“Don’t act like you're such a saint Yn! You weren’t here through any of the hard stuff like Amy was! Now she was a real saint!” Osamu hissed as your eyes widened and you took a step back.
Amy was Osamu’s ex-girlfriend and someone you had always felt inferior too. When you had met Osamu, he had told you about how Amy had left him shortly after opening his restaurant, stating that he never had time for her. Osamu was a broken man when you met him, and you worked to help pick up the pieces. He worked long hours, sometimes 7 days a week just to avoid being alone. When you came into the picture, that all changed as you helped him manage his store and make time for himself, cherishing every small moment you had with him.
Tears welled in your eyes as you stood tall, your eyes locking with Osamu’s as you spoke, “Well if Amy’s such a saint, then why don’t you call her up and ask her to come help you close shop because I’m done!”
You pushed open the kitchen door, quickly moving to grab your purse and coat as you swiftly left Onigiri Miya. Osamu stood still as a statue, his mind flooded with guilt as the words he had spoken to you rang over and over in his mind. He snapped from his stunned state, running to the door as he made his way outside to try and catch you.
“YN!! YN!” He shouted, the streets flooded with people as he looked all around for you, only you weren’t answering him, you weren’t there.
You cried as you walked to the train station, your vision blurred from the mascara that flooded your eyes and cheeks. You sat down on the train, pulling your phone out and calling Atsumu.
Your relationship with Atsumu had been relatively strong since he visited his brother's restaurant often with his teammates. You valued Atsumu’s opinion no matter how idiotic it might be at times. The phone rang as you waited for the star setter to answer his phone.
“Hey YN, what’s up?” Atsumu cheered as your voice broke, and you started crying harder.
“A-Atsumu,” you agonized over the phone as the atmosphere of your phone call suddenly changed.
“YN! What the hell? Are you ok? Where’s Osamu?!” He shouted as you began crying harder, surely clearing the entire train car with your blubbering.
“I-I think Osamu is still in love with Amy!” You cried harder, a sigh escaping Atsumu before he spoke.
“Trouble in paradise? I always told you that you were too good for him Yn, but I’m confused, why do you think he’s still in love with that squealing pig? She left him!”
“He-he told me that I’m not as good as she was and that-that I’m not supportive like she w-was,” you responded, snot now running down your nose as you wiped it on your coat sleeve, not even caring how you looked.
“YN, Samu can be a jerk sometimes, trust me but he loves you. There’s no way he would go back to Amy after all the shit you do for him.”
“Well, he never acknowledges all the help I give him, nor does he ever say thank you!” You shouted back as Atsumu sighed again, rubbing his temple.
“Samu adores you YN and he always brags to me how you come after work to help him and how you stay super late just to make sure he gets out at a decent time. He really does appreciate you Yn,” Atsumu countered as you rolled your eyes, frowning angrily that Osamu bragged to everyone about how you helped him but yet never seemed able to spare a single word of appreciation.
“Yeah, well now he’s going to have to figure it out himself because I’m done! And don’t try to talk me out of it Atsumu, your brother is such a fucking asshole!”
“Hey Yn, you ain’t telling me anything new. I’ve been telling people he’s an asshole for 20 some years!”
You talked with Atsumu for a few more minutes before arriving at your home station. You bid him a farewell as you made your way home, swinging by the connivence store to grab booze and drink snacks to drown your sorrows.
Osamu locked up his shop, his mind elsewhere as he made his way back to his apartment. He had been on autopilot since you’d run out, the words he spoke continuously looping in his mind. How could he have said those things? He no longer harbored any feelings for Amy and hadn’t for a long time. He knew shortly after he met you that you were the one for him. You were just as devoted to his dream as he was, and you were always so happy to help him in any way you could.
His phone rang as he entered his apartment. He was hoping it was you but instead he was greeted by the annoying picture of his twin brother flashing on the screen.
“What?” Osamu growled, answering his phone as he heard a chuckle coming from the receiver.
“Messed up big time didn’t ya?” Atsumu laughed as Osamu grew more annoyed by the second.
“What the hell did you call for?” Osamu hissed back as Atsumu cleared his throat, his tone suddenly becoming serious.
“Just wondering how you're going to make it up to her. You really did it this time man. She called me completely heartbroken from the train station,” Atsumu responded as Osamu felt his chest tighten. Sure, he had felt like a jerk before but now he felt like a complete asshole.
“What do I do Sumu? I love her and I really fucked up this time. I brought up Amy which was a fucking low blow and I know it. Worst of all, YN is a million times more supportive than Amy ever was,” Osamu acknowledged, sitting on the stool at his kitchen counter.
“We’ll have you told Yn that?” Atsumu asked as Osamu played with a pen on the table.
“Told Yn what?”
“God you really are an idiot! And here everyone thought I was the stupid one! Have you told Yn how much you appreciate everything she does for you? How she comes after working all day to help you clean up? Or how she makes sure you get out at a decent time? Or even how she stands outside advertising your stupid new onigiri recipes that sometimes taste like absolute garbage?”
Osamu paused, looking up and staring at the picture of the two of you outside of Onigiri Miya. It was one of the first pictures you’d had taken together, and it was right after whirlwind sales day. His mind tried to recall all the times he had thanked you and all the things he had done to show his appreciation. His mind came up blank.
“Fuck! Fuck I haven’t even told her thank you once!” Osamu shouted, grabbing his keys and running from his apartment to the street below.
“Damn not even once Samu? And people say you’re the nice twin?”
“Shut up ya idiot!” Osamu snapped as Atsumu chuckled.
“Go make it up to your girl, ok? But remember who saved your relationship! I want an Onigiri named after me!”
Osamu ignore his brother as he quickly hung up the phone and ran to the station, tapping his feet as he waited for the train to arrive. Thankfully it wasn’t busy as he boarded and waited for your stop.
He ran from the train, booking it across the city as he made his way to your apartment. He took the steps two at a time as he pounded on your door, out of breath as he waited for your answer.
The door opened slightly, your eyes narrowing on his as you slammed the door right in his stupidly handsome face. Alright he definitely deserved that.
“YN please! Please baby- please just listen to me. I know you hate me, and you have every right too. I was a completely selfish jerk, and I said some awful things to you. I’ve taken advantage of all your help and kindness, and I haven’t even bothered to once acknowledge it. The truth is that you’ve done way more for me than anyone ever has, even Atsumu. You loved and supported me and never once complained about it,” he breathed out, tears welling in his eyes as he continues,” I know I don’t deserve you YN but please just know that I love you and I wouldn’t be where I am today without you.”
Behind the door, your eyes flooded with tears again as you listened to his words. You loved Osamu more than anything and while his words stung, you knew he said them out of anger. While it still didn’t make it right, he had come all this way to apologize so the least you could do was hear him out. You turned around, opening the door as you peeked at him, his beautiful eyes meeting yours.
“What you said hurt Samu. It gutted me when you brought her up,” you cried as Osamu deflated. He knew what he said stung. He hadn’t met for his anger to get out of control like that. He knew he had to fix this.
“I’m so incredibly sorry for bringing her up Yn. I don’t have any excuse for what I said. Amy never gave me what you give me. She never supported my dream like you do and that’s why I love you so much Yn. You’re it for me,” he whispered as your eyes again flooded with tears and you opened the door, pulling him into an embrace.
“I love you too Samu and I’ve only ever wanted to see you happy. I love helping you and I don’t need praise all the time but sometimes it would be nice,” you responded as he pulled you in right, holding you close as if you would disappear if he were to let go.
“I can do that Yn, I can definitely do that.”
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haikyu-after-dark · 10 months
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Fukuro Hirugami x Fem! reader (she/her)
Warnings: swearing, pet names, unwanted touching, sexist comments, drugs mentioned, attempted drugging, fighting, blood mentioned, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, fingering, handjob, cream pie
WC: ~4K
AN: been holding onto this one for a while 😌 captain needed his own story 😏
Getting ready, you check your phone to see a text from your boyfriend. You were planning your monthly meet up with the team for a fun night out, something you had helped institute when you became manager of the Schweiden Adlers almost two years ago.
What you hadn’t expected to come from your monthly team building nights out was your relationship with Captain and middle blocker, Fukuro Hirugami.
To say you hadn’t noticed the captain early on would be a complete lie. He was had a gorgeous smile, a sweet demeanor and he was 6’5” which was one fact that was extremely hard to ignore. You smiled at the memory, checking your phone to read the text.
Fukuro 🥰: Hey babe, I’ll meet you at the bar! I just got word that Atsumu and Hinata are going to be there so someone needs to watch Kageyama 🙄
You laugh at your boyfriend’s text, rolling your eyes at the fact that you knew exactly how hard controlling Kageyama and subsequently Hoshiumi could be.
You: OK! I’m just finishing getting ready and I’ll be heading out soon!
You snap a picture of your outfit, a white cropped camisole top, denim shorts and a part of wedged heels. Your hair was done up in a messy bun, with pieces perfectly pulled out and framing your face. You sent the picture to your boyfriend before quickly adding perfume and ordering an Uber. Your phone chimed as you checked it, laughing your boyfriends’ response.
Fukuro 🥰: DAMN BABE 🥵 could you maybe not give me a boner in front of the team please?
You chuckled as you quickly typed a response.
You: No promises captain 😉 see you soon!
You grabbed your bag before locking your door and heading to the street where you Uber waited. Arriving at the club, you were immediately greeted with hoots and hollers from your team.
“Holy shit YN! Damn,” Romero shouted as you rolled your eyes and headed over to him and Ushijima.
“You look very nice YN,” Ushijima added as you smiled at him, hugging both of the giant men.
“Where’s captain at?” You asked as Romero jerked his head towards the door.
“He’s inside, far back left corner. Meian and MSBY are here too but I’m sure you knew that already. So just listen for the sounds of a pissing match and it will lead you right to ‘em,” he joked as you smiled, waving as you headed inside to find your boyfriend.
“Oh my god YN hi!” A familiar voice shouted as you looked over to see Hinata, Bokuto and Atsumu heading towards you.
“Hey guys! It’s so good to see you!” You smiled, hugging them as the all gathered round.
“You look hot as hell YN! When are you going to dump that old captain?” Atsumu smirked as you laughed.
“You better not let Hirugami hear you say that Sumu,” Heiwajima belted coming up behind you as you turned to hug him in greeting. He handed over your favorite drink as you thanked him and too your first sip of the night.
You continued towards the back of the bar, dodging people left and right. The bar was full tonight, not unusual for this place. You excused yourself through the crowds as stares lingered on your beautiful form as you made your way to your boyfriend. You finally saw him, talking with MSBY’s captain, Meian, as you strutted over to them.
Your boyfriend looked up, smiling at you as Meian turned to see you coming their way. They both stood up as you approached.
“I hope I’m not interrupting a secret captain only meeting,” you joked as both men chuckled.
“Nah baby,” Fukuro beamed, hugging you tightly and kissing you as you pulled away to hug Meian.
“You two weren’t having one of your pissing matches again, were you?” You narrowed your eyes as Meian sat down and you took your seat on your boyfriend lap, his arm snaking around your waist as his hand came to rest on your thigh, rubbing gentle circles in your skin.
“I don’t even know what you are talking about YN. Hirugami and I are always civil to each other,” Meian replied, pretending to be offended.
“Yeah, civil as in ready to start a civil war,” Inunaki interjected, coming up and sitting beside Meian. You laughed, high-fiving Inunaki as both Meian and Hirugami glared at your antics.
“The disrespect we get around here,” Fukuro pouted as you lightly kissed his lips and patted his chest.
“Nothing you don’t deserve babe,” you remarked as Inunaki shorted, again high- fiving you as you took another drink.
“I think we need shots,” Heiwajima declared coming up to your table and handing you all a shot glass full of a mysterious clear liquid.
“Only one for me,” Fukuro proclaimed, “I’m sober can this month.” You clanked glasses as you downed the shots, a look of disgust on everyone’s face.
“Where the fuck is the chaser dude?” Inunaki gagged as you quickly washed the sour taste out of your mouth with more of your sweet drink.
“Tequila requires no chaser you lightweights!” Heiwajima laughed, heading back to the bar as you again settled in your boyfriends lap.
You chatted and drank for a few hours, steadily feeling tipsier as the night progressed. Fukuro had a tight hold on you as you felt his large hands sink into your flesh, he lightly nibbled on your neck as he whispered in your ear. He had been drinking water for most of the night along with Meian, both enjoying the show their teams were putting on.
“Feeling good baby?” He whispered into your neck as you nodded. You felt the heat rise as you moaned a little at his words brushing against the column of your neck. You turned to kiss him as his tongue licked your lips, your mouth opening a little to grant access to his tongue as you publicly made out.
“Oh god we are getting to this time of night,” Romero groaned, rolling his eyes and standing up to walk away. You pulled away, laughing as Fukuro squeezed your hip yet again. This was a common occurrence when you went out with your team. You and Fukuro would drink, get a tipsy and eventually sneak off to a remote part of the bar to spend so much needed time alone. You could tell Fukuro was getting antsy to be alone with you, his fingers digging into your supple flesh as you found yourself lightly grinding on his lap.
“I’m going to get another one, anyone want anything? Inunaki announced, completely ignoring the show you and Fukuro were putting on.
“Ohh I’ll get it! I have to use the rest room anyways!” You shouted, quickly getting to your feet. You swayed a little as Fukuro stood up, grabbing you around your waist and steadying you.
“You need help baby,” he chuckled as you pouted back in his direction.
“I’m a big girl Kuro, I can handle myself!”
You gathered what little balance you had and walked cautiously to the restroom. You slightly regretted the decision to wear wedges heels as you weaved in and out of patterns as you closed in on the restroom.
On your way back, you swung by the bar, getting a drink for yourself and Inunaki a drink as well as more water for Fukuro and Meian.
You handed the bartender your card as you began to sort through the logistics of carrying 4 drinks through a crowded bar. You slipped your card into your bag as you went to grab the four drinks in front of you.
You felt someone closing in behind you, unfamiliar arms sneaking around your waist, and some whispered in your ear.
“Fuck your beautiful doll, the most gorgeous girl in this bar,” the voice growled as you attempted to pull forward. Your arms swung around as you tried to free yourself from the strangers hold.
“Get the fuck off of me!” You screamed, everyone around you turned to your direction to tag where all the commotion was coming from.
“Awe come on doll, don’t be like that. How about you come sit with me for a while, we can get to know each other a little better huh? I’ve been watching upu all night and fuck, what I wouldn’t give-,” the man whispered, still holding onto you as you flailed, trying to loosen his grip.
“I said let go of me you pervert! I have a boyfriend, leave me the fuck alone!” You bellowed as the man suddenly pulled back causing you to lose your footing and crash to the sticky, dirty slow below.
You winced, trying to right yourself the man now looming over you with a sick, sadistic smile on his face. You could hear your name being shouted. Looking over you saw Hoshiumi and Ushijima fighting the crowd the get close to you.
“YN! What the hell! Are you ok?” Hoshiumi panicked, coming up beside you to help you up. He grabbed you under your arms and hoisted you gently to your feet. Ushijima had come behind him, moving his way in front of you as he locked eyes with the man.
“What the hell did you do to her?” He yelled as the man snickered, obviously drunk or high as well as incredibly stupid.
“Nothing bro,” the man retorted, throwing his hands up, “I was just trying to get to know her a little. She’s beeen prancing around in those shorts and heels so I figured she wanted some attention.”
Hoshiumi stood next to you as Ushijima continued his stare off with the stranger. Magically, Inunaki and Heiwajima appeared at your side.
“Hey YN, what happened?” Inunaki asked seeing Hoshiumi help you off the floor as Heiwajima listened intently.
“I was getting our drinks and this guy grabbed me, I told him to get off, but he wouldn’t stop. Then he pulled back, and I fell on the floor!” you whined, becoming more upset as the man just stood by, a stupid smile on his face. Tears filled your eyes as Heiwajima immediately turned, heading towards the table that held Fukuro and Meian. He knew exactly what to do when someone messed with you and he wasn’t about to waste any time.
“Listen you stupid bitch, I was just trying to get into your pants ok? No need to make a big deal about it! It’s not like your pussy is made of gold or some shit,” the man snarled at you, “I mean, look at you. Practically begging to be fucked by every man in this entire bar!”
“Fuck you!” You screamed as you felt a familiar presence come behind you. Before anyone could even respond, the atmosphere instantly changed. Your body familiar with the feeling as you began to relax a little knowing exactly what was about to happen.
*30 seconds earlier…
“Dude I’m telling you, we have so many good matches set-”
“Captain!” Heiwajima shouted as he plowed his way through the crowd towards the two large men.
“what?” Hirugami groaned at the Libero as Meian snickered.
“Someone’s fucking with YN! He touched her and then threw her on the floor!” Heiwajima spat out as Hirugami quickly stood to his feet, moving while speaking.
“Where the fuck is she?” He raged a Heiwajima pointed thought the crowd, Hirugami and Meian wasted no time moving to where you were standing next Inunaki and Hoshiumi.
He was furious when he laid eyes on you, your cheeks soaked with tears as the team helped steady you, a prick standing across from you. He had heard the ending of what the idiot had muttered and he was pissed.
“What in the fuck did you just say?” Fukuro boomed, coming up beside you. Meian stood next to his friend, his large arms folded across his broad chest.
“Who the fuck are you?” the man spit as Fukuro growled.
“I’ll ask you one more time you pathetic bitch, what did you just fucking say?” Fukuro repeated as the man jolted back, Fukuro’s fierce energy filling the space. He was not only an imposing man in size but also in attitude.
“Nothing dude,” the man panicked, trying desperately to defuse the situation and escape unfazed. Fukuro narrowed his eyes at the pathetic loser in front of him before shifting his attention to you. Your eyes were locked on the creep in front of you, tears having flowed down your beautiful cheeks causing the fire in his eyes to ignite. He pulled you close, your ready doe eyes shifting to his as he calmly spoke to you.
“Princess, tell me what he said do uou?” Tears fell down your cheeks as you tried to calm yourself. You cuddled into Fukuro as he gripped you tight, holding you close. His attention was no longer on the man in front of you. He trusted his friends and teammates to keep the creep in his place while he focused on you.
“He grabbed me from behind when I was getting our drinks and then he knocked me down. He also said the way I dressed was practically begging for someone to fuck me,” you recanted as Fukuro's hand squeezed your hip, pulling you closer to him. He was beyond pissed as you tried to keep your composure. He had already decided how he was going to handle the situation prior to talking with you but now, now the man’s fate was sealed.
“Get behind me baby,” he whispered as you nodded, quickly doing just that, as Inunaki and Heiwajima stepped up next to Fukuro and Meian. You peered out from behind your tree of a boyfriend to see the now pale face of the man who assaulted you. His hands were up in a defensive position as he pleased for his life.
“Hey dude, let’s all settle down ok. I didn’t know she had a boyfriend alright!”
Oh hell no!
“I told you I had a boyfriend, and you still didn’t listen!” You shouted from behind Fukuro, rage now replacing your tears.
“She told you she had a boyfriend and you still touched her?” Fukuro boomed as he reached out and yanked the man up by the collar of his shirt.
“Man you must have a death wish or something,” Meian added, smirking from besides Fukuro.
“Dude whoa now, I didn’t mean anything by it. Your chick’s hot bro, you can’t blame me, can you?” the man begged, desperately trying to get out of the situation he had sunk himself into.
“Damn straight she’s fucking hot but that gives you no excuse to assault anyone!” Fukuro shouted as the man shook his head viciously.
“Whoa man, listen I apologize ok? I didn’t mean to hurt her, I was just trying to get some. You must know what that’s like?”
“Unlike you we don’t have to assault women to get them to go home with us,” Inunaki interjected as Heiwajima nodded in agreement.
“You really done fucked up man. This big guy here is our captain and you messed with his girlfriend, who just also happens to be our team’s manager,” Heiwajima added as Fukuro tightened his grip on the man.
“Let’s take this outside,” Fukuro growled as he pulled the man forward as the man protested. Pulling him forward, Fukuro headed to the back door. Meian followed close behind, noticing a small baggie fall from the man’s pants pocket.
“Yo Hirugami, wait!” Meian shouted as he bend over and picked up the baggie filled with several small pills.
“What in the actual fuck man? These are pills!”
Hirguami’s anger rose as your eyes widened at the discovery. Inunaki and Hoshiumi began to yell as your focus shifted to Fukuro, his eyes enraged as his fist tightened on the man’s collar.
Romero whistled, coming behind with Sakusa, “Fuck man I’d fucking hate to be you right now.”
Fukuro’s heated glare nearly burnt through the man’s scull as you heart sank. The silence felt like it lasted forever before Fukuro finally spoke.
“You were planning to drug my girlfriend, you fucking piece of shit I should kill you!” His arms pulled forward before he slammed the man against the back wall of the bar. You jerked a little in surprise as Hoshiumi lightly rubbed your back, reassuring you that everything was ok.
“No no! I promise those pills weren’t for her! I use then to get high bro! I would never force a woman!” He bellowed as Inunaki shook his head.
“It’s not looking good for you man.”
“I think we need go teach this fucker a lesson, wouldn’t you agree captain?” Heiwajima stated as Fukuro pulled the man, without hesitation towards the back door. Everyone parted as Fukuro, Meian, Inunaki and Heiwajima made their way to the back exit. At the door, Fukuro turned, locking eyes with you and then looking towards Romero.
“Romero!”
Romero knew exactly what his captain was asking as he quickly came beside you, grabbing your hand and leading you back towards the table.
“Come on YN let’s go sit down,” Romero calmly stated as you blindly followed, Sakusa, Ushijima and Hoshiumi following you as Atsumu, Bokuto, Hinata and Kageyama joined on your way back to the table.
“What the hell happened? Hirugami looked pissed,” Atsumu questioned as you sat down next to Romero and Ushijima.
“Here YN,” Sakusa spoke, handing you a glass of water as you smiled and thanked him.
“Some jerk grabbed YN and threw her on the ground, then insulted,” Hoshiumi explained as the men’s eyes all widened.
Atsumu whistled low, “I’d hate to be that guy right about now, fuck!”
“Yeah, and he had some fucking pills so who the fuck knows what his plan was,” Romero added as you took a sip of your water, shaken up by the whole experience.
“Fuck! Are you ok YN?” Hinata asked as you tried to produce a smile and nodded.
“I’ll be fine, just a little shaken up,” you expressed as the guys all sat around making sure nobody got within 5 feet of your table.
The minutes ticked by as you watched the back door like a hawk. It had felt like hours since Fukuro had gone outside and it was making you nervous.
You had already sobered up significantly, the whole situation hitting you like a bucket of cold water to the face.
The back door swung open as Meian, Heiwajima, Inunaki and finally, Fukuro entered. He was still enraged, his body tight as he shook his fist. You stood up, quickly running to your boyfriend as the men all followed.
“YN wait!” Someone shouted by you didn’t listen, taking off towards Fukuro. His eyes landed on you instantly as you made your approach.
Fukuro grabbed you as you flung yourself into his arms, hugging him tightly as you pulled back, checking for any damage.
“Babe your hand,” you whispered, checking out his scuffed-up knuckles as he watched you intently.
Your eyes shifted to his before he grabbed you, hauling you into a deep kiss, one that would have made anyone jealous. He grabbed your ass, squeezing and pulling you closer as you moaned into his mouth. His tongue explored as you grabbed onto his biceps, your body pressed firmly against his. Breaking this kiss, he whispered into your ear, “need you baby.”
You looked at him, wordlessly grabbing his hand and pulling him through the crowd to the back of the bar. Several of your team groaned, knowing exactly what you two were about to get up to. It wasn’t uncommon for you and Fukuro to fool around in public but tonight, tonight you knew it would be more than just a steamy make out session in the back of the bar.
You pushed the door of the unisex bathroom open, pulling Fukuro in as you locked it quickly behind you. In a second, he had you pressed against the back of the door, hands going straight for your pants as you moaned into his mouth. Fukuro was a man who knew exactly what he wanted, and he knew exactly what you craved most.
He unbuttoned your shorts, his large hand make his way to your drenched core. His long, nimble fingers gently caressing your slit, stopping to focus right where you needed him most.
“Fuck baby, so fucking wet already. Did that turn you on baby? Did knowing I kicked that guys ass make you wet?” He groaned, whispering in your ear as his finger rubbed your clit. His tongue jutted out, licking the shell of your ear sending shivers down your spine as your head fell back against the bathroom door.
“yes ‘kuro!” You moaned as he pushed a long, thick finger into your tight pussy. His hands were rough from years of volleyball but they felt so amazing inside you as they raked longingly across your sweet spot.
“fuck baby, knowing he touched knowing he touched what is mine. I wanted to kill him!” he growled as you quickly undid his buckle and unzipping his pants, pulling out his heavy, hard cock.
You slowly stroked him as he groaned, his head falling back as he picked up the pace, fingering you just the way you loved. He loved the way your soft small hand caressed him, picking up speed and teasing him. Usually, he’d say he could do this for hours but right now he needed to feel what was his.
“Turn around baby, I need to be inside of you,” he demanded pulling his finger out as you whined from the loss of pleasure. Still, you turned around and wiggled your shorts down your ass and legs, stepping out of them carefully.
You wiggled your bare ass at him as he groaned, stroking his cock and lining up with your bare cunt. He pushed in as you both moaned, your hands braced on the door as he began to move.
“Fuck baby, always so perfect for me! Such a good. Fucking. girl,” he gritted out, picking up his pace as your mouth fell slack from pleasure. Fukuro knew exactly how to fuck you, how to make you see stars every time his cock rammed into your tight pussy.
“Fuck captain, fuck me harder!” You moaned as Fukuro picked up the pace, slamming his cock into you as you cried out in pleasure against the door. You were sure whomever was outside could hear you, he’ll the entire bar may have been listening for all you know but at that moment, you could give two shits what everyone thought.
“Fuck YN, touch yourself baby, I want you to cum with me,” he whispered into your shoulder. You nodded and obeyed, snaking your hand between your thigh and rubbing your clit. You were nearly there, your body humming with pleasure as you felt the first wave hit.
You cried out as your orgasm slammed into you fast and hard, your pussy clenching his cock as his hands gripped your thighs hard, his thrusts pounding you deep and hard.
“Oh fuck, fuck baby girl!” he bellowed, slamming home one last time as you felt his cock pulse deep inside of you, your cum mixing together as it leaked down the inside of your thighs.
You both breathed heavily as Fukuro kissed your shoulder before pulling out and inspecting his work. Your pussy was perfect, twitching slightly as more of his cum poured out.
“Always the best girl baby, you did so good!” He praised as you rested your head against the door, breathing hard as you finally began to settle.
He helped you clean up before you both emerged from the bathroom. Fukuro grabbed your hand, making his way back to the table. You noticed someone standing there, faced bloodied as he held his nose with his hand, one eye black and his shirt torn.
Fukuro growled at the man as he cowered away. He had thought the jerk a huge lesson and there was no way he’d ever fuck with another woman again.
You smiled, throwing a little wave in his direction. His eyes widened at you as you leaned closer and smirked, “I guess you were right; my outfit was just begging for me to be fucked.”
Fukuro chucked back at you, before grabbing you and hauling you into a deep kiss. Breaking it, he looked down, eyes dark with lust as he spoke, “so petty princess, I love it.”
That you were.
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nerd-of-karasuno · 2 years
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Timeskip!! Asahi Azumane Dating Headcannons
this a part two of a request from @sakhimeansfriend !
original request: high school Asahi dating headcannons
my dating headcannons masterlist
Haikyu!! masterlist
Warning! Manga spoilers down below!
Asahi is still so soft for you
Asahi's fashion sense is top notch
he is an apparel designer after all
and if you don't mind, he sometimes uses you as a test model.
he also surprises you by making clothes just for you.
Asahi does that a lot actually.
sometimes he does get a little shy about giving you the clothes he made for you and just puts them in your closet for you to find.
if you ask him where the clothes came from, he'll get even more shy and might deny it for a little bit.
Any time you need fashion advice, your man's got you.
also if you have anxiety or get panic attacks, your man has got you in there area as well.
he knows quite a chunk of things to do when you have bad anxiety and he can probably help you out a lot when you have panic/anxiety attacks.
Asahi is very good at noticing if you're ever uncomfortable or nervous and he does whatever he can to get you out of the situation or away from the person that is making you feel that way.
Asahi has gotten much more comfortable with physical affection
but he can get a little shy sometimes and is still not so fond of PDA.
The very first time Asahi goes on a trip with Nishinoya, he feels really bad that he left you alone for sometime and went somewhere without you even though you completely knew where he was going
Nishinoya sent you a lot of pictures, so if there was the slightest chance you for some reason did not know, well, now you know.
Asahi also texted you quite a lot when he was gone because he missed you so much.
so when Asahi got back from that trip, he took you to a place that he was aware you really wanted to go to.
after that, Asahi realizes he really likes traveling with you and you two often have getaway weekends or mini vacations.
sometimes you both meet up with Nishinoya somewhere and travel with him for a day or two
or you just run into Noya in the most random places.
speaking Nishinoya, he visits you and Asahi whenever he's not traveling.
It's really fun getting to talk with him
especially if you did not know Asahi in high school
cause Noya has a boat load of stories about Asahi for you
and pictures
he has so many pictures
Sugawara and Tanaka love to embarrass Asahi in front of you.
Sugawara also pulls out old videos of Asahi playing volleyball back when he was in high school.
Now those videos weren't meant for embarrassment, Suga just wanted to show them to you because he thought they were cool and he knew Asahi would probably never show you those videos.
Asahi actually had no idea Suga had any videos.
It seemed that Sugawara completely whipped those videos out of nowhere.
It's fine as long as you enjoyed the videos
and if you want to see more, you know who to go to ;)
it's really awesome and sweet to see how much Asahi has grown as a person since his high school years as you learn from his high school friends and sometimes Asahi himself.
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creative-crybaby · 2 years
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Cut to the Chase
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PAIRING: timeskip!Suna Rintarou x fem!reader
GENRE: smut (18+)
Minors DNI
TAGS + WARNINGS: fingering, nipple play, light manhandling, masturbation (f), hair-pulling, cum eating, biting, use of bunny once, mating press
Let me know if I missed anything.
WORD COUNT: 3.1k
SUMMARY: You really like Suna’s new haircut. All characters are 18+
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“Are you going to let me in?”
You and Suna stare at each other as he waits at your door. Or rather, his expression appears bored while his eyes show a mix of impatience and confusion as your gaze holds awe.
“All right,” the middle blocker huffs before carefully squeezing past you, “I’ll just…”
Your focus follows him as the athlete makes himself at home. You don’t bother scolding him for rummaging through your fridge for a drink, nor when he kicks his feet onto your coffee table as he sits on the couch. Your lack of response earns you a glimpse from the corner of his eye, but no comment as he takes a sip.
“Any starters for our movie marath—”
“You got a haircut.”
His head snaps towards where you stand a few feet away from him. “That’s what’s got you staring?”
You nod slowly. 
Suna sighs. “Well, yeah. I did; it was getting long. Got in the way when playing.”
You finally move from your spot, joining him on the couch as he places his drink on the table. You’re still in a trance, though your friend isn’t as uncomfortable. 
“It’s nice,” you hum, twirling a few strands between your index finger and thumb. “You look hot.”
Narrow eyes widen at your bold comment that you don’t seem to realize you made. The middle blocker quickly regains composure, subconsciously leaning into your touch as he swings his legs off the coffee table. 
“Was I not hot before?” he quips, his tone coming off as uninterested. You don’t stop playing with his locks as you softly shake your head. 
“You were plenty hot before,” you almost whisper. “I just think this cut suits you more.”
“Pull it then.” Suna leans in a bit closer, and it’s only then do you catch his intense stare. Your hand freezes in place, your actions finally dawning on you as your face grows warm. You don’t get the chance to move as your friend grabs hold of your wrist, amusement twinkling in his gaze. “Why’d you stop?” 
It’s not the first time he’s teased you. He likes flustering you: with your eyes widening and brows creasing while you attempt to stammer out a comeback, you never fail to entertain the middle blocker with your embarrassment. Your reaction is more frozen this time, but he’s satisfied anyway, bringing a half-smile to his face. An expression outside of boredom is a rarity coming from him, and anything resembling emotion on his face is a beauty you’d engrave in your memory for as long as you have known each other. Even with you being on the receiving end of his teasing, that lazy attempt of a smile only enhances the fox-like features that make him so irresistible. 
Fuck it. 
You twist your arm out of his hold and then grab Suna’s face to pull him into a kiss. He’s taken aback–the quiet gasp he let out told you that much–though he’s quick to reciprocate after the initial shock. It’s messy, with tongues swirling around each other and teeth gently nibbling on swollen lips. The hold on his cheeks slides back up to his hair, grip tightening followed by light tugs. The middle blocker pulls away with a groan.
“Straight to it, huh?” he pants, a lazy smirk making way to his features. You don’t bother answering, not with words, anyway: pulling him back into another kiss, shimmying onto his lap while his arms wrap around your waist. Your hands are twisted back into his locks, nails lightly grazing his scalp and making him release the prettiest sounds you’ve ever heard.
He’s poking you. The opportunity to tease him is right there, though you aren’t in any state to do so. With your panties wetly hugging your pussy, you have no right. Instead, you indulge, grinding against his crotch and relishing in the friction. Your actions make Suna slide his hands down to your hips, aiding you in your movements. You pull away from the makeout session hastily. 
“Rin,” you whimper as he dips his head to nibble at your neck. Your thighs twitch at his tongue dancing across your skin, and your grip on his hair tightens. “Rin, please.”
The middle blocker hums, halting his actions. “Please?”
You don’t answer, too busy trying to steady your breathing, and he bites down at the junction of your neck. You yelp as he pulls away to peer down at you, his hold dangerously close to your ass. He even stops grinding, leaving you to sit on his hard-on. His expression is stoic, as it usually is, though you know he’s anything but bored. You catch the dilation of his pupils as his eyes lock on yours, the greyish-yellow irises mere thin rings outlining the abysses. You want to drown in them; in your breathless state, you probably already are.
“Please,” you pant, pressing your chest against his, “please, fuck me.”
That’s all it took to get your head to rest against the couch’s arm and the handsome athlete to hover over your frame. Suna makes quick work of discarding your shorts while you attempt to remove your t-shirt. Attempt as in your current position prevents you from pulling it past your head. Your brows crease in frustration, though a large hand gently tugs the article of clothing out of your grasp by its hem, bringing it to your lips.
“We don’t need any noise complaints,” he tells you like it’s a statement, yet the implications have your cheeks burning. Slowly, you part your lips, biting down gently on the cotton material. You have to refrain from covering your bare chest from his intense stare, keeping them at your sides while they mindlessly yank at the waistband of your panties.
Panties? You’re crossing one thigh over the other now, trying and failing to cover yourself as bashfulness consumes you. Suna’s eyelids droop.
“You’re getting shy on me now?” he muses, slowly rising from his hunched position. You pull him back down by his collar in a panic.
“No!” you stammer, your shirt slipping out of your mouth. “I want this. Want you. Please, touch me.”
The middle blocker hums, head lolling to the side. “Yeah?”
Without warning, his head dips down, soft lips attaching to one of your nipples and immediately flicking it with his tongue. You yelp, and he takes your shirt, bringing it back to your mouth. His hand plays with the other breast as you bite down on the article of clothing, your thighs rubbing together for friction.
“Rin…” The fabric muffles your whines, but Suna’s name swims in his ears perfectly, earning you a groan. He tugs harshly at your buds, making you gasp as his other hand glides down your soft tummy and halts at your panties. You’re so occupied with grasping at his locks once more and his mouth that you hardly notice him toying with your underwear’s waistband, dipping his fingers in. 
“Shit,” he grunts against your chest, digits dancing around in the puddle of your slick. “You’re soaked, bunny. So soon?”
You bite down harder when he gently swipes at your clit. “Need you now, Rin. I can take it.”
The middle blocker sits back up, much to your disappointment, and he yanks your panties down. His eyes are glued to the string of slick connecting you to the material, the intensity making you hug your chest as he removes the article of clothing. He’s right; you’re dripping, so close to staining the couch if he didn’t swipe at your cunt once more. You’re about to complain about his lack of nudity, only to be silenced by the sight of him sucking the essence off his fingers.
“Gotta prep you first,” is all he says, palming his budge at the display before him. Spreading your thighs further apart, Suna gets a better view of your cunt before sliding in a digit. It reaches far deeper than you ever could, and you mewl. There’s more than enough of your slick to use as lubricant, and it doesn’t take long for him to start moving. You catch the light furrow of his brows as he seems to concentrate on your pleasure, and you mask your laughter by exhaling through your nose. Ever the sloth, putting effort into things outside of maybe volleyball isn’t Suna’s style. But with how he observes your reactions to his finger inside you–plus the shimmer in them once he finds your sweet spot–your hold on your shirt tightens in bashfulness.
He adds another finger, causing you to groan from the stretch. Three of your fingers would barely count as an equivalent, and the middle blocker catches your pained expression.
“Once you take my cock,” he drawls, “you’ll be grateful I did this.”
He curls his digits inside you, better attacking the sensitive area and making your hips buck as you silently wail. His pace quickens, his unoccupied hand laying flat against your lower stomach, and you gasp.
The last time you came this soon was when you first tried mapping out your body. You knew you’d be home alone and even cut your nails for the occasion. With open legs and a shaky breath, you reached downwards, experimentally playing with your pussy until you discovered what you wanted. And you didn’t stop once you found your clit, rubbing it until your entire body shuddered and the pleasure morphed into pain. 
You seem to relive that memory as Suna skillfully touched you how no one else has. And when he slides his fingers out, you whine at the emptiness that follows. 
“Don’t worry,” he almost coos, pausing to suck his fingers clean once more. “I’m not done yet.”
He’s pulling his sweats and boxers halfway down his thighs, and you want to complain about him barely stripping; him exposing his dick to your hazy eyes is what silences you. The middle blocker drags you closer to his hips by your legs, further spreading them before stroking his cock a few times. His gaze doesn’t leave your nude frame as he does so, your shirt escaping the clutches of your teeth and falling onto your chest. He sees the opportunity to messily kiss you while nudging your entrance with his tip.
The first couple of inches is enough to knock the air out of your lungs. It doesn’t help that Suna’s lips are still glued to yours, making your chest burn as he swallows whatever sounds escape your throat. He only pulls away from you once your hips meet his, and you gulp as much oxygen as you can without sputtering coughs.
It’s a stretch, fitting his cock inside you. The fire in your lungs withers away and blooms below as you try to adjust to his size. That flame simmers bit by bit when the athlete brings a hand down to swirl lazy circles around your clit. With a drawn-out moan, your hands return to his hair, moving some strands away from his eyes as he peers down at you.
He’s panting, strings of curses slipping out between large intakes of air as your pussy squeezes him tightly. Your fingers twirling his locks distracts him, and he turns his head slightly to peck your palm. 
“You can move now,” you murmur, feeling suddenly shy. Suna hoists your legs over his shoulders with a hum before reeling his hips back. 
His first thrust back in isn’t rough, though it’s enough to make you gasp and cry all at once. Your grip tightens on his hair, causing him to grunt. His hand is about to return south to soothe you of your pain, but you stop him by pulling him down to meet his lips once more. 
“You good?” he pants in between sloppy kisses. You nod into one of them: an assurance that he can keep going. 
“I like it when it hurts,” you exhale against his lips. It’s enough for him to keep going, unsheathing his shaft before slamming back in harder. You shriek into his mouth as he maintains the force and pace, nails digging into his scalp and making him groan in response. Your thighs are pushed up to your chest to bring his face closer to yours, and you’d be thankful for your yoga classes if you weren’t so preoccupied.
“Fuck,” the middle blocker huffs, forehead pressed against yours. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this. No. Fucking. Idea.”
He slams his hips forward to emphasize the last words, forming tears at the corners of your eyes while you cry out. Suna’s confession completely flies over your head as he adjusts his angle to find that spot again, the stars returning to your vision.
“Rin!” You wail, burying your face in the crook of his neck. “Don’t stop! Need you, need your cock! Oh—”
His fingers return to your clit, rubbing the pulsing nub as his thrusts grow sloppy. They don’t fail to hit your sweet spot, though, the constant prodding at the area turning your vision hazy. You’ve never felt so full: so open yet closed up at once as your cunt squeezes him. If you aren’t so focused on your approaching release, you’d probably think that you’re sucking his dick back inside you along with his strokes. Suna definitely notices, your tightness testing his stamina as he tries to hold out for as long as possible. He doesn’t know when his next opportunity will show up where you spread your legs open for him again, if you’ll ever do so again. He’s not letting the moment go to waste.
“‘M close,” you whimper against his warm skin, fingers raking through his hair. Suna would keep them in there forever if he could, laying on your thighs as your hands lull him to sleep. 
For now, his mouth is against your ear, telling you whatever dirty thoughts his brain can muster up at this moment. From grunting for you to “take it, fucking take my cock,” to rasping about your “tight, pretty pussy” and how “it was meant to take him.” His filth tickles your hearing and travels downwards. It’s enough to—
“Cumming!” you gasp, pulling him closer (if possible) before the tremors trample over your body. Your thighs quiver on his shoulders as your jaw goes slack, a silent squeak barely managing to jump out your throat as heaven rains down on you. 
Meanwhile, the middle blocker has to bite down on your shoulder to avoid cumming. You’ve tightened around him even more that it’s making him dizzy. He can barely continue thrusting, and with you pulling on his locks and setting his scalp on fire, he’s afraid he’ll finish. 
He thanks whatever gods are out there as you eventually come down from your high, and he immediately pulls out to pump his cock, your legs dropping onto the couch. He’s spurting ropes of white onto your heaving stomach, breath caught in his throat as you watch with drooping lids. 
Large, calloused hands softly rub your thighs as you both break the silence with soft pants. You rub your eyes to stop them from fluttering, catching the handsome athlete in your vision, although somewhat blurry from fatigue and delight from recent events. 
“Can’t believe we fucked ‘cause you liked my haircut,” Suna breathes a tired chuckle as he tucks himself back into his sweats. The corners of his lips are barely curved upwards, but that’s the most anyone can usually gain from him. 
You hum. “You look pretty.”
“Pretty?” he raises a brow. “I went from hot to pretty?”
“You can be both.” You blink up at him, sight fully returning. With his hair now shorter, it doesn’t stick out as much at the ends as it did back in high school. It looks straighter, too, and darker, contrasting with his pale skin and green eyes beautifully. It droops down as gravity intends it to, though with the abuse it dealt from your constant pulling, some strands reach out wherever they please. Some even cling to his forehead, a light sheen of sweat keeping everything together. Even with the wreck of a description, his beauty never abandons him. “I wanna do that again.”
Suna stretches his neck. “Now?”
“Well,” you giggle tiredly, “not right now. I need a breather first. And to clean up.”
Your fingers mindlessly skate around in the cum stains on your torso as your voice trails off. The athlete leans over to the coffee table, grabbing a few tissues from the box before shifting to face your frame. 
“You know,” he starts, wiping the mess off your body, “when I told you to pull my hair, I didn’t mean rip it off my scalp. I wanted shorter hair, not to be bald.”
Greyish-yellow eyes glimpse up at your face before resuming his actions. An apology almost leaves your lips until a memory resurfaces in your brain.
“Was your confession a bluff, too?” you hum. 
Suna freezes, his gaze elsewhere. “I’ll get you some water—”
“Answer me.”
Silence follows. The athlete’s scanning the pattern on your carpet, his eyes seemingly stuck to the ground. 
“I wasn’t trying to take advantage of you if that’s what you’re asking,” he mutters, taking more tissues to wrap around the used ones. “I like being your friend.”
He finally looks at you, a blank mask for a face as he waits for your response. You tilt your head to the side.
“I like being your friend, too,” you state thoughtfully. You don’t miss him tensing, no matter how unbothered his expression may appear. “I’d also like to try being more than a friend, too.”
Eyes wide, the middle blocker’s head snaps up before he replaces his emotions with something more indifferent. “Cool. All right, sure.”
You snicker. “I also like having sex with you. And I was serious when I said I want to go again.”
The athlete settles the ball of tissues onto the coffee table, nodding. Despite his face returning to a blank slate, his eyes can’t hide their amusement. “Glad to know we’re on the same page.”
“I still need a break, though.” You offer him a smile, opening your arms as you make grabbing motions with your hands. “Hold me? At least, for now?”
God, if only you knew what you do to him. Maybe you do, and this is your way of getting him closer. He could never say no to you in high school (even if it resulted in Atsumu teasing him), and he certainly can’t say no to you now. 
Pulling you into his embrace, Suna falls back onto the couch. You bury your face in his neck with a content sigh, your fingers finding their place in his locks once again. Your naked body feels warm against his clothed build, and he has half a mind to strip, but he doesn’t want to interrupt the moment. Not when he can deal with the minor issue later. 
“So,” you muse. Suna’s not sure he likes this newfound wave of cheekiness from you. “Do the twins know about your little hair-pulling kink? Or is this something I’ll need to inform them of?”
You know what—
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fanwarrior321 · 2 years
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I like how the minute we found out bokuto actually graduated from college/uni twitter ran wild and has already created a bunch of fanart for it lol
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hqfeatbetty · 2 years
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who’s older (headcanon) FT.haikyuu!boys x fem!reader
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✦ MASTERLIST
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You are older than him. But that’s really not a problem for him. Age doesn’t matter and even when you are 3 years older he treats you like a baby. His baby. And most of the time people mistake and think you are both the same age or maybe he’s older because you are so much smaller (physically) compared to him. And you should see that smirk glued to his handsome face :)
➝ Oikawa, Kageyama, Hinata, Bokuto, Atsumu, Futakuchi, Semi, Suna.
He is the oldest in the relationship. And he finds this little age difference is adorable for some reason. He feels like he have to protect you because “you didn’t live as long as i lived i know so much more about this world than you do” when he’s literally only 2 years older :)
➝ Matsukawa, Osamu, Iwaizumi, Kuroo, Ushijima, Akaashi, Kita, Sakusa.
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