#akaashi x reader
# things you do that give them butterflies !
✫ ft. suna , akaashi , kuroo , sakusa , oikawa , iwaizumi , atsumu x gn!reader
✫ a/n: i’m a sucker for casual intimacy. @luvrinnie i hope this makes your week a lil better <3
✫ SUNA can’t help but lean into your touch when you run your hands through his hair. “mm, keep doing that,” he tells you, closing his eyes with a gentle smile on his face. he’s laying his head in your lap, hiding his face in your stomach. and he’s lucky that you can’t see the blush on his cheeks as you comb your fingers through the soft strands. “what was that? you want me to stop?” slowly retracting your fingers, you hear a a tsk. suna laces his slender fingers around your wrist and brings it back to his head. and when you lean down to give his forehead a soft kiss, a grin breaks out on his face — all because of you.
✫ AKAASHI feels his heart rate pick up when you pull him into a hug. there’s something so innocent about the way you hold onto his waist, pulling him towards you so you could wrap your arms around him, and he loves the pure kind of love you show him. he hopes you can’t hear the beating in his chest (you can), and he prays that you never let go. “keiji.” he simply hums in response. “you give the best hugs,” you murmur into his chest. a breathy laugh leaves his mouth, and you know by the sound of it that he’s smiling. his eyes are probably crinkled, his dimple making an appearance. and you smile, too, hearing the way the beating in his chest gets just a bit faster.
✫ KUROO feels so incredibly giddy when you laugh at his jokes. he melts at the sound of your laughter. to him, it sounds like everything beautiful in the world — the dew on a spring morning, wind chimes on a breezy day, the sparkles you see on water when the sun hits it just right. and when you look up at him with the remnants of that glorious sound leaving your lips, he can’t hold himself back from placing his hand on your jaw, and slowly leaning down to kiss your lips. you’re both laughing into the kiss — the feeling of nothing but joy encased between you two — and he feels his heart burst in his chest.
✫ SAKUSA knows that he isn’t always the best at giving you affection. of course, he tells you he loves you every day, and does little things for you, but physical touch has never been his strongest point. so when you lean your head on his shoulder to get comfortable during a long and tiring train ride, sakusa looks at you with love in his eyes. to be this comfortable with him and to initiate the touch he craved so much makes him fall for you even more. he leans his head on yours, taking the chance to slowly intertwine his fingers with yours.
✫ OIKAWA feels his face burn when you tell him you’re proud of him. with sparkling eyes, you tell him the three words that mean so much to him — “i’m so proud” — which sound a lot like three other special words to him. and sometimes, he’ll pretend it was nothing, saying “of course you are, i did great out there.” but when you nod in agreement, pink paints his cheeks. other times, he’ll look at you and simply pull you into a hug, pressing a kiss to your cheek, and wishing you’d tell him those words forever and more.
✫ IWAIZUMI rarely talks about his day, opting to ask about yours instead. he’s always been one to listen and support others, whether it be his team or you. however, when you ask him about his day out of the blue, his breath gets caught in his throat. all of a sudden, he’s a stuttering mess. he feels your hand slip into his, your thumb stroking the back of his hand, and he tells you about every aspect of his day: the little kid who said he wanted big arms like him, the bitter coffee at work, and how he missed you all day. at the end of it, you’re the one who’s flustered, smiling at the thought of being on his mind all day.
✫ ATSUMU lives for your attention. he says he can’t live without it. he often surprises you with little gifts, or by wrapping his arms around your waist to catch you off-guard, but once those actions are reciprocated, tsumu feels his whole body warm up with the feeling of pure love. and when you show him that you were thinking about him by bringing him some lunch to practice, or by randomly coming up to him to kiss his lips, he realizes that he’s never felt this type of love before he met you. “what was that for?” he’ll say smugly, taking ahold of your waist after you kiss his lips. “hm? nothing, just felt like doing that.” and with that, he’s pulling you in for another kiss — this one deeper, and slower. you can feel his heart beating in his chest against yours, and he hopes that your hands won’t notice how warm his cheeks are.
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WHEN THEY HAVE TO LEAVE FOR WORK
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has to hold back his tears, every single day; seeing his kids on the brink of tears because of him "leaving" just breaks his heart. he kisses you and the kids goodbye as he blinks back his tears, throat seizing up and avoiding his kids' equally teary puppy eyes. every day, it's like he wasn't going to work, instead it's as if he's going some faraway land and never to come back.
BOKUTO, makki, ATSUMU, tanaka, ASAHI, tendō, sugawara, OIKAWA
dashes out the door as soon as he gets his goodbye kisses; he kisses his kids and you goodbye, lingering just a few seconds more on your forehead, before grabbing his things and dashing out the door. he knows that if he stays home a few moments more, he'll cave in his kids' plea and cute little pouts for him to just stay home.
kyōtani, kageyama, KONOHA, terushima, hoshiumi, AKAASHI, hinata
promises to be home as soon as he can; he promises this as he kisses his little kid's forehead, smiling at the little pout they're making. he's quite a busy man and it will take him extra effort to come home earlier, but he'd do anything just to be able to spend a few extra hours more of his day with his kid and with you.
shirabu, IWAIZUMI, aone, mattsun, ARAN, KITA, yaku, koganegawa, kunimi
cradles and cuddles his kid/s until he gets to his car; his little kid's hands wrap around his neck, head buried on their dad's chest, unwilling to let go. so he lets them and cradles his kid in little pajamas in his arms until he's in front of his car. and you have to "pry" them away from each other or else he really won't leave.
SAKUSA, tsukki, USHIJIMA, meian, semi, KUROO, hirugami, daichi
convinced he'll skip work and just stay home; he drops his bag and puts on his home slippers once more as his kids jump in triumph and joy. just a little pout and a few cute words from his kids and he's 100% taken. besides, missing a day of work just to see those smiles won't do any harm.
suna, nishinoya, kenma, OSAMU, komori, FUTAKUCHI, yamaguchi
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types of hearts that they would give you
## ft. suna rintaro, miya atsumu, akaashi keiji, bokuto koutaro, iwaizumi hajime
## a/n. i would honestly cry everytime someone gives me a physical heart <3 (honey stop putting suna in every hc challenge pt 21483943)
SUNA RINTARO would be the guy that tries to surprise you from the opposite side of the window. from the outside, his knuckles lightly rapped against the window, the hollow echo jolting you in your seat. with a small smile on his face, suna offers a small wave of the hand before he moves closer to the glass between the two of you. suna took a deep breath in before exhaling at the glass, his finger tracing a small heart at the fogged up spot that he breathed out. gold flecks flickered to meet yours as he mouthed the words ‘for you’.
MIYA ATSUMU desperately looks for you in the crowd, his heart close to beating out of his chest. you can’t possibly miss his game, right? were you stuck in traffic? did you have something come up? everything around him started to slow as his ears picked up on a faint voice calling out to him. whipping around, he faced your little figure from the crowded bleachers, waving desperately to catch his attention. “Y/N!” atsumu beams, his bulky arms curving to meet at his head, forming a big heart just for you.
AKAASHI KEIJI tries to focus whenever he studies with you in cafes, or at least he claims he did. who could fault him when you were sitting just in front of him? nevertheless, you had work to do which lead to keiji feeling dejected. quietly, keiji watches with his head perched on his hand as you work, eyebrows scrunched in frustration. whenever you looked up, his hand curved at his cheek while his lips curved to the sides. with the chub of his cheeks and the curve of his palm, keiji offers a cheeky heart in hopes that you focus on him this time.
on dates, photo-booths with BOKUTO KOUTARO was always an essential. in his wallet, bokuto would always keep small cut-outs of the pictures just so that he could take a little peek in the middle of his busy day. to him, the pictures were a gem as it is so filled with love. both of you would pose with your arms curling up to form one half of a heart each, the two of your coming together to form one whole. because the love that the two of you have is so whole and carries such passion, bokuto will always treasure the gift of physical presents to remind him of you at every second of the day. he is even considering getting a pendant with the picture in it.
“hajiiii.” you dragged his name out in a whine, begging him to do it. “just this once!” HAJIME IWAIZUMI cleared his throat and squared his shoulders to prepare for the eternal embarrassment that is about to settle upon him, he hesitantly crossed his thumb and index finger to form a finger heart. your hands shot up melodramatically to your chest, acting as if you have been attacked by his finger hearts. a wide grin cracked on iwaizumi’s face as he started pumping out more finger hearts with both of his hands. soon enough, iwaizumi could careless about being embarrassed because at the end of the day, he could relish in the wonderful feeling of hearing you giggle uncontrollably.
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Dad's mode. He has already booked a week in advance the cab that will drive you to the airport. All the documents are in his bag. The suitcases have been packed for two days and he has weighed them. He is the one who carries all the suitcases to the airport and he does not stop. He knows where he is going, no need to stop everywhere. No time to be late with him, and you better keep up.
Kita, Ushijima, Sakusa, Daichi, Akaashi, Iwaizumi, Shirabu, Kageyama, Aran, Tsukishima, Yaku
Very chill. Jogging and sneakers to be as comfortable as possible. You arrive a little bit early so you don't have to wait in line at the counter. This gives you a little time to hang out in the stores and sip a coffee. He walks around with his neck rest already on his shoulders, a comical but somewhat touching sight.
Oikawa, Osamu, Suna, Tendou, Mattsun, Semi, Sugawara, Kuroo, Kenma, Konoha, Komori
A marathon. It's a race through the halls of the airport and you arrive out of breath at each counter. It's even a blessing that he managed to take all his documents. He still finds time to stop and buy a whole bunch of food for the trip. You're sure that you won't lose him since he's easily recognizable from miles around with the three caps on his head and the two sweaters tied to his waist (yes, there was no more room in the suitcase...)
Atsumu, Bokuto, Hinata, Lev, Hanamaki, Nishinoya, Hoshiuimi
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bokuaka x f!reader, smut so mdni, unedited and unbetaed, take this brainrot
seeing your neighbors on their balcony had been an accident, you swear.
you'd come home early from work, a difference in your never-changing routine, and there they'd been. you had locked eyes with akaashi as bokuto bent him over, the editor gripping the railing so tightly his fists were white, his lower lip swollen and red from how hard he was trying to stay silent. and bokuto—oh bokuto, in all his muscular glory—had even smirked at you when you caught his eye next before scurrying into your apartment, cheeks hot with embarrassment (and want, if you were honest.)
so when your door bell rang the next day, you weren't expecting to see bokuto and akaashi standing on your stoop, a smile on the volleyball player's face.
"can we talk?" he'd asked before you begrudgingly let him inside.
only he didn't want to talk—no, he wanted to kiss you, tongue as excitable as his personality, grip strong and holding onto your cheeks as he pressed you against the couch cushions. he kissed you breathless, hands trailing down your body until he could tug up your skirt and reveal your panties.
"wait, wait, you—akaashi—" you tried to mumble, but it was broken by a moan when his fingers wormed into your panties, running his fingers over your already wet folds.
"don't worry about him," bokuto whispered before kissing you again. but how were you not supposed to worry about the other man who was sitting in your singular chair, cheeks flushed and tent in his pants obvious as he watched you both?
"akaashi," bokuto called when he was done stealing your breath, ravenous smile on his face as his fingers pushed into your wet cunt. you mewled, clinging to his arm muscles as the editor shifted from his chair and walked over. your eyes glazed over as you watched them kiss, groans falling from their mouths as their tongues worked together, a pair of fast fingers trying to undo akaashi's belt and fuck you at the same time.
somehow bokuto managed, and with one strong tug, akaashi's pants fell to the floor, his half-hard cock springing to the air. akaashi shifted closer, and you cunt clenched around bokuto's fingers the moment the volleyball player took his boyfriend into his mouth and began bobbing. akaashi looked so beautiful with his hands in bokuto's hair, soft grunts flooding from his mouth as bokuto worked. they mixed with your moans as bokuto's thumb found your clit, rubbing in time with his loud sucks to akaashi's cock.
when he pulled back, there was a mischievous glint in his eye as he took you both in.
"do you want him or me?"
you weren't sure how to answer, head already fuzzy from the way his fingers scissored and stretched you, hitting a spot deep within you that made you breathless.
"want—want both—" you managed to gasp, making bokuto chuckle.
it was tough to fit all three of you on your ratty old couch, but that didn't stop bokuto from flipping you over onto your hands and knees, ordering akaashi to sit down in front of you. bokuto guided you to akaashi's still wet cock with a gentle hand on your head, a juxtaposition to the harsh grip on your waist and the quick rubs of his cock on your folds.
it burned so good when he entered you, your moan muffled into akaashi's cock as you licked around his tip. a sharp slap on your ass and you whimpered, grinding back on bokuto's dick as you worked akaashi, saliva dripping out of your mouth as you took him in completely.
"look how good she looks, 'kaashi," bokuto chuckled, peppering his praise with an extra sharp thrust of his hips that made your eyes roll to the back of your head. "good thing you convinced me to come over here."
your eyes snapped open again, landing on the editor in front of you. he gasped for breath as you sucked, his cheeks flushed, sweat on his brow—but there was a soft grin on his face that made your pussy spasm around bokuto's girth.
"we'll have to come back again," akaashi said before pushing you down on his cock further, making sure you had no way to protest.
not that you would anyway.
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when they go to a haunted house with their s/o
featuring: kuroo, akaashi, bokuto, sugawara, osamu, and iwaizumi
this was one of the seasonal writing ideas with some of the top haikyuu characters in the animanga poll right now and there’s still time to submit your response! if you haven’t voted yet (please do), hopefully these are some of your favs...enjoy. x
kuroo is very excited to visit a haunted house with you. if you’re someone who gets scared easily, he’ll promise to hold your hand the entire time and that he won’t let anything get you. even if you deny that you won’t get scared, he’s right there beside you as you grip his hand tightly. he enjoys the attention he gets from you being scared, especially when something jumps out and makes you hide your face into his shoulder or chest. he holds onto you tightly, getting a little scared himself as you continue to make your way through and to the exit. he admits that he got pretty scared, continuing to hold you close as he confirms that you’re not too spooked. he tucks you under his arm and leads you to a stand where he buys you some hot chocolate before you call it a night.
akaashi is more of a simple pumpkin patch type of person but if you wanted to go, he’d do it for you. he’d try to brave through it but every part of his senses was being stimulated between the flickering lights, loud door slams, and creepy laughs, and people dressed up just staring at you. you notice that he’s more than scared by how stiff and tense he is, his body shuddering behind you. you hold his hand tightly, telling him to close his eyes before quickly leading him out of the exit. he still looks terrified even though you’re out of the house, making you ask if he needs a hug. he immediately accepts, taking a few deep breaths to calm down as he hugs you tightly, drinking your warmth. before he can apologize for anything, you remind him that you still need a pumpkin for your place, making him return your grin.
bokuto makes his intentions very clear by saying, “don’t worry, babe. i’ll protect you.” he then proceeds to get scared by every small sound and sight throughout the duration of the visit. between fight or flight, he’d choose to try to fight every time, which in some cases, gets him into trouble. he has accidentally hit or kicked one of the actors or knocked over some props due to his ‘self-defense’ techniques. after a lot of apologizing or fixing whatever he messed up, you finally make it to the exit and he immediately knows that you’re less than pleased. he begins apologizing for his actions, putting on his pouty face in hopes that you’ll forgive him. you can’t stay upset with him, patting his head before telling him that you’ll do the protecting next time. he agrees and makes up for it by buying your favorite fall treat for you.
sugawara gets spooked here and there but instead of being completely terrified, he just laughs it off. it makes him seem off, somewhat like a sociopath, but it’s also comforting in a weird way. you know he really just wants to have fun and make the most of every moment so you don’t mind it at all. his laugh is contagious and sometimes you’ll find yourself laughing along with him. he seems to enjoy real-life experiences like this to sitting and watching a scary movie with the exception of the cuddles he gets from you while watching them. if you think about it, the only time that you’ve ever seen him truly scared was whenever daichi would be super nice for no reason, it’s like a threat to him.
osamu acts almost too casually while walking through a haunted house. he walks through it as if he were in an art museum, just looking around at all the paintings or in this case, the people who’re trying to pop out and scare you. he almost doesn’t understand the concept of a haunted house like he’ll ask why it’s so loud and dark and whatnot. you’re just pulling him through at this point as he looks around as if he were doing a walk through of a house that you two were looking to buy. once you go out the exit, you ask him if he had fun and he’s like, “yeah, but it was kinda scary.” you’re left dumbfounded, saying that he didn’t look scared at all. you joked that you’re dating a psychopath but then you think that not knowing when he would get to eat next would really scare him.
iwaizumi doesn’t really like anything scary but he says it’s because manufactured scares are always ‘corny.’ however, he seems to have severely underestimated this year’s setup as he could literally feel the adrenaline running through him while anticipating what was next to come. he’s surprised that you’re the one leading, which he finds a little emasculating, lightly tugging you back beside him. you ask him if he’s scared and he’s still trying to deny it, “n-no, you just walk too slow.” then suddenly, a demon-like creature pops out from around the corner, completely catching him off guard and making him yell loudly. he clings onto you, nearly knocking you over, hiding his face into your shoulder. you pat his back comfortingly before leading him out the exit where he continues to deny anything you saw of him in the house.
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ch 4 - ch 3 here - series masterlist here
pairings: atsumu x reader, akaashi x reader
summary: When Akaashi(legal counsel for the MSBY Jackals) hires his ex girlfriend to help handle the PR nightmare the Miya Atsumu has become, you confirm his worst suspicions. 1) Someone is attempting to sabotage Japanese Olympians. 2) He is definitely still in love with you. MINORS DNI
a/n: part one, tw: for drugging(not of reader), Akaashi wasn’t a great boyfriend in college, Atsumu is more than meets the eye, but that’s how he likes it, tw guns, tw scenes in a hospital, threats of violence. Action/Adventure/Smut W Plot
Brat.” He leans in. “Betcha you’d behave for me, huh?” All the blood in your body rushes towards your cheeks as you look away.
“Just tell me what you did.”
“Well it was pretty last minute to getcha into this event, it’s pretty exclusive,” you roll your eyes at him, “But they were willing to make an exception,” he smiles, taking you by the arm and leading you to what must be the team table, “For my wife.” Your mouth drops open and you see, next to his own name, in neat cursive. Miya, F/n.
“I’m going to kill you,” you hiss, “I’m going to KILL you.” He smirks.
“Don’t get yourself thrown outta such a fine establishment for threatenin’ your husband?” He oozes smarm, pulling out your chair for you as you scowl, and take your seat.
“This food better be incredible.” You cross your arms over your chest.
“It will be,” he says, sitting down next to you, “And just ‘cause I’m not drinkin’ doesn’t mean you have to abstain.” You sigh deeply.
“It does, I have to be alert.” You scoot your chair in. “Akaashi’s gonna have a fit if he see’s this.”
“And why’s that?” Atsumu drawls, but doesn’t wait for you to respond. “‘Cause he’s still in love with ya?” You look away. “Oh so we’re not talking about it.” You groan, and go to rub your eyes before remembering how carefully you’d done your makeup. He puts a hand on your back when you lean forward, and you’re caught off guard by how comforting the touch is, by how your instincts tell you to lean into it.
“I don’t think that he is.” You say quietly. “We were, it was messy. Akaashi hates mess. It makes his head spin.”
“I think you might make his head spin.” He counters, but breezes past it, “Anywho, enough talkin’ to me about all your past lovers,” he boops your nose, “You’re mine now.” He gestures to the name card, and you laugh.
“Fine, fine,” You turn to him, “So what does being Mrs. Atsumu Miya entail?”
“Well first things first,” he snatches a crudite off of a passing waiters tray, “My wife should have breakfast.” He deposits the little toast, smeared with ricotta and a fresh halved cherry tomato.
“Ahh, husband,” you shake your head reproachfully, “I’m lactose intolerant, did you forget?” He places a hand dramatically over his heart.
“How could I, a devastating betrayal. I might as well be fuckin’ the maid.” You sniff haughtily.
“It’s true.” You dig in your purse. “I have a lactaid pill.”
“I got one.” He says, pulling a little tic tac case of pills out of his pocket. “Unless you forgot that I’m also lactose intolerant, which would negate my betrayal.”
“Call it even.” You say, as he hands you a little white papery pill and you take it with the glass of chilled water at your seat. He watches you eat the crudite carefully, trying not to spill anything on your dress or the table.
“You’re a messy eater, huh?” He leans back in his chair.
“Do not make fun of me.” You say, covering your mouth as you speak through the bite you took.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He drawls, looking around nervously. “So uh, anyone suspicious?” You do a quick scan of the room, level setting for odd behavior in high society. The only thing that catches your eye is Kiyoomi’s detached scowl melting away when a little girl in a fluffy pink dress tugs on his pants and asks for an autograph. You watch him smile, albeit a touch stiffly, and sign the napkin for her before patting her head softly, watching her trot back to her family with a wistful smile.
“That’s adorable.” You breathe, and Atsumu follows your gaze.
“Yeah, he’s a big softie under all those dark clouds.” You keep looking though, and it’s hard, the waiters are snaking around the room in complex patterns and everyone here is wearing a mask of some kind, layers of pretense behind every movement. Eventually, you and Atsumu are joined by other guests, but he mercifully does most of the talking for you. The trouble comes when a man with a neatly trimmed beard and sparkling blue eyes speaks.
“So, Miya,” he says, taking a sip of his Mimosa, “How did the two of you meet?”
“Oh through work,” He says, breezing through the social interaction, “But she actually went to college with Bokuto and Akaashi.”
“Really?” The man says, leaning forward. “And what do you do for the team?”
“I’m a consultant.” You jump in. “I have a masters degree in statistics and psychoanalytic marketing.” He blinks at you. “So um, I can watch a game, and um,”
“She actually calculated how trustworthy my gut instinct was.” Atsumu slips a familiar are around your waist. “She’s incredible.” Your face warms at the compliment. “Really,” he turns to you, “You impress me every day.”
“You seem so in love,” the mans wife, you wrack your brain, Vanessa something, Vanessa Fujikawa, that’s right. She looks almost wistful.
“We are.” Atsumu leans in and goes to kiss your cheek and you full on block him with your palm. “Baby,” he coos, teasing, “I’m being nice.”
“You know how I feel about PDA, Atsumu.” You say, matching his tone.
“Y/n,” the man says, leaning forward, his name tag says Taichi Fujikawa, “We’ve been looking to take our team to the next level for the Olympics.” You raise your eyebrows. “I’m a major sponsor to several of the Japanese teams this year. Perhaps you would consider-”
“Stealin’ my wife over breakfast huh?” Atsumu deadpans, taking your hand and bringing it to his chest.
“Of course not,” the man laughs good naturedly.
“I um, I think I report to Kuroo,” you say, trying not to focus on how small your hand feels in his. “So if you want to borrow me from the JVA to support other teams you’ll have to talk to him.” The man nods slowly.
“I will. Though frankly, there’s probably no one I’d want to haggle with less.” You giggle. Breakfast is uneventful for the first course, but alarm bells start ringing in your head when the second course is brought out. Atsumu watches your brow furrow and squeezes your hand under the table, acknowledging that he’s read your face.
“There are,” you lean in and speak very quietly. “New waiters. That one,” you motion to a man with scar on the back of his hand, who is re filling Kuroo’s water. “That one,” there’s a young woman with beautifully dyed red hair. “And that one.” You point to a third waiter, a dragon tattoo on their neck.
“And what does that mean?” He asks and you shrug.
“For now, it’s just data, we can’t interpret it until we have more of it.” You explain, as a steaming omlet is set in front of you. You pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration and Atsumu offers you another pill. “Thank you.” He smiles.
“S’nothin.” You take it with water again and you’ve just swallowed your first bite of the
fluffy omelet in front of you when there’s a scream. You spring to your feet, Hinata has collapsed in his eggs. Your eyes, however, are on the exits, and you see the man with the scar on the back of his hand, tuck his tray behind a table and duck out an exit. You grab Atsumu’s hand, kick off your heels, and take off after him. Atsumu, for his part, never questions you, darting across the ballroom as someone dials 911. In the hallway, you get there with just enough time to see him dart round a corner. Atsumu takes the lead, dragging you along, the pro athlete not even breaking a sweat as he pushes a heavy metal firedoor open and plucks you off your feet, evidently unhappy with you speed, cradling you like a child as the two of you tear after the waiter. He’s got two floors of a head start down the stairwell, but you don’t lose sight of him, and you twist in Atsumu’s arms, leaning up to lock your arms around his neck, and your legs around his waist.
The sound of his footsteps echo down the stairs, and the exit just has time to slam before the he wrenches it open again, watching him run down the ally, around a corner, and disappearing. Atsumu runs after him and then freezes. You hear a gun cock.
“P-put her down.” The waiter says pointing a gun at the two of you, dark and heavy, and
Atsumu sets you on your feet, taking care that your bare feet are standing on his loafers rather than the asphalt. “I, I’m gonna shoot.” He cautions, he’s a young man, with dark hair and crystal blue eyes.
“That’s not necessary.” You find your voice. “Someone paid you, right?” He nods. “Job done, you did it.” You jerk your head to the side. “You’ll get away. But you have to go now.” You point over the fence. “Right now.” A bead of sweat rolls down the side of his face. “You don’t want to shoot us.”
“I wanna shoot him,” he snaps, his voice breaking, “You’re in the way!”
“And I’m not getting out of the way.” You say calmly. “You’ll hear the sirens in a second,
get the hell out of here, and if you want to talk, you can find me.” He stares at you, and you feel Atsumu’s hand grip your waist tightly. “Go, or they’ll catch you.” He nods and leaps over the fence, just as Kuroo rounds the corner. So fast he’s almost a blur, he leaps for the apparent poisoner, succeeding in grabbing his ankle but the man yanks it from his grasp, flying over the fence and disappearing around a corner.
“You’re alright?” Kuroo says, looking you both up and down nervously. The sirens get louder.
“We’re fine,” you answer, twisting up to look at Atsumu. “You didn’t have to pick me up.”
“You didn’t hafta be my human shield,” the blonde looks pissed, all traces of joking gone
from his face.
“What?” The color drains from Kuroo’s face.
“He wasn’t going to shoot,” you protest, “I could tell-”
“He said to get outta the way so he could shoot me, and she didn’t move.” Kuroo’s brow
Furrows at Atsumu’s words.
“Next time,” Kuroo raises a finger, “You do not chase after someone like that.” He looks at Atsumu. “Either of you.”
“Or what?” You step off of Atsumu’s feet onto the cement. Kuroo grins evilly.
“Or I’ll give you a negative performance review.” He says. “You report to me, not
Akaashi. Been a long time since you’ve gotten a bad grade, I’d imagine?” You grind your teeth.
“I can’t believe that got you.” Atsumu mutters. “Gun, no problem, but a bad grade?”
“I have a fucking reputation to uphold,” you snip, reaching for Atsumu, “Take me back to
my shoes.” Kuroo rolls his eyes as the setter scoops you off your feet. “And we need to get to the hospital. Now.”
The waiting room is full of athletes shifting their weight in plastic chairs that they’re too large for. You don’t sit down, pacing and chewing your nails at random intervals.
“Hey,” you feel a large hand on the small of your back. “Sit down, alright, there was
Nothin you could have done to prevent this, and the doctors said he’d be fine.” You shake your head, looking up at the setter.
“How did you know that was what I was thinking?” You whisper and he gives you a weak smile.
“It’s what I woulda been thinking.” He confesses with a shrug. The double doors behind
Him burst open, and Akaashi bursts into the room, making a beeline for you, observing first Atsumu’s hand on your back, and then your comforted expression. He takes you by the arm and pulls you away from the setter.
“Are you alright?” He says, “I heard you chased after the-”
“I’m fine.” You cut him off, yanking your arm from his grasp. He steps back, like he’s just
Remembered you don’t belong to him anymore. “Don’t,” you glance down at where he touched you, “If you could, not,”
“I get it.” He says, clearing his throat. “Sorry.” Kuroo, who observed the interaction with interest, strides over.
“Ah, Akaashi, he’s stable for now, we’re waiting for an update. It appears he got a dose of GHB meant for someone much larger.” Akaashi groans. You’re about to speak, when your phone vibrates and you dig it out. It’s a blocked number. You, followed by Akaashi, Atsumu and Kuroo, jog to the stairwell, and swipe to answer the phone.
“Hello,” you say softly, praying you’re being overdramatic, praying you’ll hear the tinny voice telling you your cars extended warranty.
“I warned you,” the deep voice says, “To quit looking into this.” You swallow. “You got lucky this time, my man sent the poison to the wrong person. Bench your setter, and your wing spikers. Or I promise, you’ll end up on the bottom floor of this hospital in a body bag.” Your heart starts beating so fast you almost don’t feel your breath quicken. “If you want to live,” the distorted voice says, “None of the MSBY jackals play at the olympics.” The line goes dead, and you almost don’t feel yourself start to hyperventilate, your hands going numb, your world spinning. You take a big gulp of air and Atsumu reaches for you, but Akaashi scowls intercepting.
“She doesn’t like to be touched,” he snaps, “Until she starts breathing normally,” he gets
in your eyeline as the setter scowls. “Hey,” he says softly, “Sit down.” There’s a timbre of authority to his voice as he guides you gently to sit on the stairs. “Tell me about the last book you read.” He says, tone still sharp. “As much as you can remember. The tear spill from your eyes as you reach back in your memory.
“A c-collection of John Muir essays,” your lower lip wobbles and you draw your first breath in a few minutes, “I,” you swallow, gasping again, “He just got to the g-glacier.” Akaashi nods, sitting next to you.
“Can you see the glacier, if you close your eyes?” You close them, and Atsumu and Kuroo watch you take another deep slow breath,
“I can.” You whisper.
“Is it cold?” He asks.
“It is.” You wipe your tears. “You’ve um, you’ve gotten better at this.” He slips an arm around your waist and presses his lips to the top of your head.
“There is nothing,” he says, gravely serious, “I wouldn’t do to keep you safe, alright?” You nod, laughing a little, looking up at the other men.
“Sorry, I um, I have a panic disorder.”
“Of course it’s alright,” Kuroo says quickly. “We can, we can give you privacy.” Atsumu’s scowl deepens, but he lets Kuroo lead him away, leaving you and Akaashi alone in the stairwell. Your ex boyfriend pulls you into his chest.
“Love,” he says softly, “You can quit. We’ll go to the authorities.”
“We have to go to the cops,” you wipe your eyes, “But I won’t quit, I want, I need to know what’s happening here and whose responsible.”
“To save your life I’d bench the whole team.” Akaashi murmurs. “I’d, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” You shudder against him, it feels so familiar, like moments from your past are being healed, wounds closing. “I should have just, just called you like a normal person,” he says, “Instead of pulling you into intrigue.” You laugh bitterly.
“I love intrigue.”
“But you’re in danger now.” He argues, “And it’s my fault, you could be, I don’t know, writing papers that 10 people will read.” You laugh again. “I mean it.” He says, “I would do whatever it takes to keep you safe.” You let out a long breath.
“So what now?”
“Now we file a police report.”
“You look,” Kuroo turns to Atsumu, “Perturbed.” The blonde shrugs his huge shoulders.
“I like her, obviously. I love smart women,” he shrugs, “And I love that she could fall in love with volleyball with me, and that she doesn’t treat me like a celebrity, and you don’t have to be a genius to figure out whatever happened at the end of their relationship was intense and toxic and hard.” Kuroo nods. “But ah,” he touches the back of his neck, “I dunno. She’s an adult, she can do what she wants. S’not my place to protect her.”
“Protect her from what, exactly?” Kuroo asks, cocking his head a little.
“From Akaashi.” Atsumu turns to him, “Listen, at the end of the day, yeah they might have much more in common than we do. But love isn’t about that, right, love is about bein’ there for each other, it’s about mutually achieved happiness, and I can tell, that he indulges the abyss inside her.”
“Indulges the abyss,” Kuroo muses, “That’s an interesting take.” He eyes the setter, “And it sounds like a borrowed phrase, no offense.”
“I’ve been readin’ nietzsche.” Atsumu confesses. “For strategy reasons, but I’ve been trying, trying to look at her and see her happy with him, and I can’t.” He looks over his shoulder at the door they’d just come through.
“What if she doesn’t want to be happy?” Kuroo says quietly, barely audible over the beep of machines and hum of the air conditioner. “Would you give her that choice, are you noble enough to let her destroy herself?” Atsumu blinks at the dark haired man, surprised but Kuroo flashes his palms. “What’s a little speculation between two intellectuals?” His lips curl into the ghost of sneer on the last word.
“I dunno.” Atsumu shoves his hands in his pockets. “I haven’t finished the books yet.”
“There are books? Is nietzsche on her reading list?” Kuroo raises an eyebrow.
“I don’t like that I had a weakness I didn’t notice,” He says gruffly, “Specially when it comes to volleyball. I hate that shit. I’m readin’ the papers she’d published, but she’s referencin’ things I dont have any context for.” Kuroo nods slowly.
“Because you skipped college and went pro, right?”
“It was the right choice,” Atsumu says, a touch defensively, and Kuroo files away that little vulnerability, for use in the future, “With the money we saved, plus my signing bonus we were able to give ‘Samu a real boost, and now he’s the family businessman. I’m really fuckin’ proud of him.”
“I didn’t say anything.” Kuroo shrugs. “But, if I’m understanding, you’d like to win her, and you’re worried you speak two different languages?”
“I’d teach her mine too.” There’s a soft genuine smile on his face. “She could do with trustin’ that gut of hers more often, yanno?” Kuroo inhales sharply.
“Ah that I do. That I do.” He shrugs. “The questions stands though, are you noble enough to let her choose misery? Provided of course, that is what Akaashi’s offering, which, frankly I’m not sure is the case, even if he indulges the darker more introspective portions of her personality.”
Akaashi pulls you to your feet, noting how you’ve stopped shying away from his touch. You move so quickly at first he thinks you’ve stumbled, but then he realizes you’re hugging him, and he returns the ardor, giving you a soft gentle, shhhhhh.
“Kei,” you mumble and that nickname, in your hushed voice, nearly knocks him off his feet, “I’m scared but,” you lift your head to meet his dark eyes, “I really wanna figure this out.” The smallest smile flits across his lips, and he sees it, if this were a novel, it would be the start of a grand romance, it would mean stakeouts, and sneaking around, he can see himself covering your mouth with his hand before you blurt out something to the wrong person, he can see the look on your face as something dawns on you, remembering how apt he thought that phrase was for your mental acuity. He’d told you once, when you were studying in college, in the golden light of the afternoon.
“I love the look on your face when you figure something out.” He’d blurted, even though you were in the quietest section of the library, akin to sacrilege him. You’d lifted your head from your textbook.
“I love the look on your face when you solve a problem, or something clicks,” he says, leaning forward, the chair he’s in creaks a little. “I feel like, I feel like I understand why people say it dawned on them.” He pauses. “Because you just, light up.” There’s an awkward silence.
“Ah,” you press your lips together, “Big L word, huh?” He blinks at you, the phrase had tumbled from his lips unbidden, but he plays it off, even with fear broiling in his abdomen.
“Yeah,” he smiles, “Yeah I love it.”
“Then we will.” He says, as if it’s that simple. “Then we will.” He leads you back to the waiting room, and you sit with the rest of the team, in between Akaashi and Atsumu. Kuroo paces in front of you until a doctor confirms Hinata will be alright, then the lanky man collapses in a plastic seat that’s much too small for him. Akaashi stands immediately, reaching for his coat.
“I’m going to take her to file a police report.” He says, holding a hand out to you. Atsumu watches you consider carefully before taking it, letting him pull you to your feet. “The two of you should come, since you were witnesses to the phone call.”
“Alright,” Kuroo grunts, standing.
“Can I steal ya,” Atsumu says, impulsively, touching your arm. “Before we go.” You shrug and nod quickly, letting him lead you out into the hallway. He looks sheepish. “Sorry for uh, for pickin’ you up without your permission.” He touches the back of his neck. “I just wanted to catch the guy.” You look up at him surprised.
“Oh, it’s alright,” there’s a hint of a genuine smile on your lips. “I didn’t mind,” your brow furrows, reaching for the right words, your next sentence has to be perfect, “You’re very ah, warm. I didn’t mind at all.” He seems to understand, lips twitching into almost a smirk.
“I see.” He punches your shoulder. “Ya didn’t mind.”
“No.” You say, more brightly. “I didn’t.”
“Lemme make you an offer,” He says, leaning against the hospital wall. “Dinner, tonight, my place, topics of conversation that are off limits, your ex, poison, and work.” You nod slowly.
“Anything for my beautiful wife,” he says, pushing his luck but he’s treated to your musical giggle rather than trademark scowl and his whole chest warms.
“Out of curiosity,” You cock your head, “What’s that prenup like?” He puts a hand over his heart, feigning a fatal wound.
“She wants me for my money, oh, how will I recover?” He says, and you laugh again, it’s bright and little explosive, and it draws Akaashi to poke his head out into the hallway.
“Excuse me.” He says, “Time is of the essence.” You nod.
“Let’s go.” You follow Akaashi so quickly Atsumu almost forgets you didn’t tell him the condition for dinner. He watches the way Akaashi touches the small of your back casually, and you stiffen. He keeps dinner to himself.
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Prank: calling their mum a bitxh
Warnings: calling people bitxh ig, slut shaming maybe? But it's all acting. Not proofread, lmk in comments if I misspelled something.
A/n: the Atsumu one is an actual reaction someone had on tiktok and I totally thought of Atsumu when I saw it!
Such a great day to do another prank on your best boi tsumu
I totally believe that the Miyas are mama's bois!!
You and Atsumu were getting ready to go grocery shopping when you decided to do the prank
You had sent his mother a message before getting in the car to call you in a minute, so she did.
"Hello M/N, how have you been?" you start talking normally, and Atsumu just smiles, he is happy that you get so along with his mother as if she's your own, hell sometimes he thinks his mother likes you more than him
Thats why it was a complete shock to him when you started frowing and your tone got angrier
"Why are you being like this? i dont think i'm stealing him, why do you have to act like such a bitxh with me?" you say, hiding your laugh at the best of your abilities
Atsumu's eyes WIDEN like they never have.
"Yo what? what the hell didja say?" he asks you with the most shocked face you have ever seen on him
You look at him and keep on your act. "What? she's being horrible to me."
"I dont fucking care, you aint callin' my mama a bitxh" he looks at you as if you have punched him in the face without explainin the reason.
"But Atsumu-" "I dont wanna listen y/n, get out of the car."
"What?! what do you mean get out?" you ask him bewildered
"You walking today, im not driving you. Get out." his words leave no room for you to talk back
He takes your phone from your hands, seeing that his mum is still on line
"I'm sorry mama, what happened?"
From the other side of the phone, all he could hear was an uncontrollable laugh. "Whats wrong mama??" he asks, worried
But the situation gets clearer to him as he sees you holding your laugh behind your hand.
He gasps in realization before deadpanning "Is this a prank?", you nod, finally bursting
"Aww tsumie, that was so cute!! you got so protective over your mum!" , he can still hear his mum's laughter from the other side, so he decides to speak up: "Seriously mama?? You also decided to bully your son like this?"
He hates how much he loves both of you, although it is a different kind of love, he could never choose only one, he's glad that it was all just a prank.
"You still walking to the store." "Tsumu!!"
I just have a feeling that Oikawa's parents are divorced and he lives with his mum, either that or that he isn't particulary close with his father, so he really cares about his mother
You decided to do this prank while you were eating together in your apartment
You had already explained his mum the prank earlier, so you quickly messages her to call you right now
"Hi Ms. Oikawa! To what do i owe this pleasure? You smile brightly
Oikawa glances up and wonders why his mum called you, but he doesn't pay too much mind to it and just shouts a little "Hey mom!"
You act as if you and his mum are having an important conversation, like "Yeah, we could do that. Hmhm, i understand."
Until you said "What? No, i can't do that, don't pressure me to do that please." Oikawa looks up from his plate, frowing when he sees your distressed face, he whispers a small "whats wrong?" but you ignore him
"I don't understand why are you acting like a bitxh right now, but i already told you i dont want to." you deadpan and hang up.
Oikawa is very confused, like, did he hear that right?
"Did you just call her a bitxh?" he asks, anger boiling up
"Ah? sorry it just slipped, but i was really angry"
"That doesn't mean anything Y/n, even if you are angry you can't call her that. She is my mother for god's sake!" he screeches.
He gets up from the table, taking out his own phone to call his mom while getting out of the kitchen: "Hello ma? i'm sorry for what Y/n said, i gave her a piece of my mind. Tell me now, what happened?"
You smile as Oikawa registers the words from his mother, who is laughing at him but also being proud of him since he defended her.
Oikawa hangs up after whining to his mum and returns to you with suspicious eyes.
"You even dragged my mother in this, why are you so cruel to me?" he whines.
“What can i say, she just loves me like that” you reply smugly
Oikawa swears he is done with your shit, but still uses his own hand to wipe the food on your chin and kiss your stupid face.
”I hate you for this prank, but Im glad … im glad it was just a prank, i wouldn’t be able to handle it if the 2 women i love the most in this world hated each other. I love you, both of you”
your heart melts, with a slight feeling of guilt, you kiss him back, letting him know that his mother is just like your own mother, there’s no way you wouldn’t get along.
”Am gonna tell your mum about this prank.” he says, aware of the fact that you're getting your ass whooped if your mother finds out that you called his mother a bitxh, even just for a prank.
”Tooru, PLEASE NO”
i should go to hell for pulling this on baby Kou :(
you and Kou were about to go to a party, one of the msby winning parties and you both wanted to look the hot and sexy couple okay, so you wore a nice short smexy blue dress while Kou wore a white shirt with the first two buttons undone and black pants and he looked just muah muah *chefs kiss*
thing is that Kou‘s mother wanted to meet him too to congratulate him for the victory and since her house was on the way, you both decided to stop by
you thought that maybe this would be a good time to pull the prank you have been thinking of, although you are pretty sure you are gonna fail because you don’t trust your acting abilities, but then again Kou might not notice your hidden smile if you just hide it behind your arm
so you text his mom about the plan while he is driving and hope that she sees it soon, and she does, agreeing to your evil plan
as soon as you both enter the house, she lets you both in with a wide smile and a kiss on your cheek and starts complimenting Kou for his amazing skills in the match, to which his son stands up proudly, chest bigger than ever
but here comes the oscar winning acting of his mother hihi
She looks at you with arrogant, and lowkey intimidating eyes: “You both are going to the party right? didn’t know you were allowed to dress like that at such parties“ she spits, gesturing to the shortness of your dress and your bare shoulders.
Kou is confused, he does not understand what the hell is happening and where did that come from
”What do you mean?” you ask, frowning and putting up your best act.
”I mean, do you really have to wear such a shameless dress? You should wear that only in front of Kou, not other men” you are surprised at how good she is at this.
”Mum, i dont think you sho-“ Kou tries to intervene but you interrupt him. ”Why are you being such a bitxh to me right now?” you exhale
”Y/n??” bokuto is SHOOK poor baby why do u do this to him sjshshs
”Me a bitxh?? have you seen yourself?“ his mom doesn’t miss a beat!
at this point Bokuto can’t take it anymore: “Stop. Both of you. Y/N, you can’t call my mum that, no matter how big the fight is. Apologize. And mom, there’s nothing wrong with Y/n’s dress, we are not in 1950 anymore, you should apologize too.”
HE IS PRECIOUS STFUUUUU
You and Mrs. Bokuto stay still for a minute until you both start to laugh out loud, leaving a dumbfounded Kou. “It was just a prank baby, you were so cute” you wheeze, while Kou still is perplexed by your little act.
”OH GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE FOR REAL, WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME” “ Mom, you’re really evil!!” he cries, and hides in the kitchen, sulking like a baby, you have to promise him to cuddle with him for at least 2 weeks ANY TIME HE WANTS.
” Kou, you know, you were kinda hot when you stopped us.”
you were lowkey scared of doing this prank, because,,, cmon how can you not be, its Akaashi we are talking about, he may not show his angry side often but he is pretty intimidating when angry, you know this since the day Atsumu accidentally spilled coffee on his new fave book he was reading at Onigiri Miya, while the twins were fighting over something stupid as always. Keiji did not go to Onigiri Miya for 2 and half weeks and did not talk to Atsumu for nearly a month, not until the blonde gifted him a copy of the same book with a mini apology note.
So, back to us, you decided to go with this prank because you wanted to see more reactions from Keiji, who always treats you like a princess
Keiji was vacuuming the house when you fake-called his mother to ask her the recipe of a dish she made a long time ago for you
You were talking to no one, but Keiji doesn’t need to know that, so you continue with your acting
“I see, so i have to add garlic after everything and then take it out? hmhm”
You have a whole dialogue with your own self lol, but Keiji stops vacuuming when he hears you yell: “Well IM SORRY i never made this dish before, i was just asking for help. You dont have to be a bitxh about it.”
Keiji’s eyes widen, as he takes huge steps towards the kitchen, where you are battling with pots and spoons.
”Y/N.” he calls out with the firmest, and creepiest, voice you ever heard from him. Since you started dating, he never called you by your name, always using “Love, sweetheart, darling” and many more, but never your name, not with that tone.
”Apologize to her Y/n. Right now.”
”But Keiji…” you whisper, but he doesn’t want to hear any excuses.
”Did you not hear what i said? Apologize to her, right now. We’ll talk later.”
and you do, you apologize to your phone, even though no one is on the other side. Once you had done so, you turn to Kaashi, who has relaxed his shoulder a little bit with a less hard gaze.
He is still angry, but he knows that you wouldn’t say something like that to his mum with no reason at all, so he tries to comprehend the situation
”Tell me now, what’s wrong? why did you call her that?” he is serious, and you want to punch yourself because you are sure that if you tell him that it was just a prank now, he is gonna get real mad, maybe even more than when you insulted his mum.
”I’ll tell you, but promise you won’t get mad?” you ask, innocently
”Is it something i should be mad about?” he frowns
”Uhm, will you be mad if i told you it was just a prank?” you ask sheepishly, showing him your call logs, where his mums name is inexistent
He gives you a silent treatment for the whole day sjshjsnss
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A Letter To The One You Love
My dear love,
It feels like I have a million things to tell you, and I do. But here is the most important thing.
I love you. I love you like I have loved no one else. And that is the truth right there.
I wish you could hear these words fall from my lips. I wish I could listen to you telling it back to me, in that rich timbre that I've grown to love and adore. Do you hear me whispering love confessions feverishly into your ear?
Because I hear you. And I know you're there.
You're the one person I truly opened up to. I let myself be vulnerable with you. Because I knew, deep down- I could trust you. And I trust you with my life.
You were there to cheer me on at all my highs and you comforted me in that familiar embrace at all my lows.
When the Universe gave me a million reasons to cry, you became that one reason for me to smile, that one reason for me to keep going. When the world put me down, you became my strength.
And when people pushed me away, you showed me love.
I cannot even begin to fathom the way I feel for you, because it's like no other. It's not just emotion, it's something far deeper, something that reaches out into the recesses of my soul. Your love heals; it guides; it nourishes.
Your love gives me hope.
It gives me hope to face each day with a smile, basking in the confidence of having you by my side. It gives me hope to better myself, to reach new heights and never stop growing.
My love, you complete me.
And I wouldn't have anyone else on this journey with me, than you.
Because you're The One. And my heart is yours, forever and always.
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the lyrics are melancholic, lyrics of a heartbreak paired with a silly little melodic tune - but keiji can’t help the way he sings so softly into your hair, chin nestled atop your head as you sway to the soft notes playing from his phone. i love you so…
perhaps it was fate that drew you away from his touch, too. tears blurring his vision and fogging up his glasses - to stubborn or to worn out to remove them, he didn’t know. shaking hands rumple the note in his hands, a testament to the good that had left him soon, that had slipped through his fingers. please let me go…
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Currently thinking of the scent of your faves cologne when he freshly applies it. He’s just finished getting ready to go and meet his friends - showered, dressed and then he reaches for his favourite perfume, the final touch. A few spritzes over his pulse points and he’s about to leave, the mist just settling into his skin when you enter the room. It overwhelms your nose in the best way. There’s something so addictive and embarrassingly attractive about the scent that permeates the air - heady and masculine and clouding all your rational thoughts. He smells so good and he looks even better and you want to keep him here, with you. So when you compliment him on it, a smirk crawls over his face because there's longing written all over your face.
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HAIKYUU BOYS + HOW THEY MAKE UP WITH YOU AFTER A FIGHT
:: characters included :: hq setters edition + atsumu, akaashi, tooru
:: warnings :: the boys being a meanie to y/n and immediately regretting it
:: a/n's note :: a fluff?? am i going insane??, this is queued heheh, beta-reader is @siravery !
★ ATSUMU MIYA
He was regretting every single bit of that moment, you and him just had a big fight regarding him always coming home late and his disagreement to talk about his matches, it was petty but the way you sobbed in front of him after he had screamed at you was heartbreaking for him.
you cowered in total fear and sniffled as you tried to form words but you were so mentally and physically tired from fighting with him. "princess?” he cooed, trying to get closer, "are ya alright? don't cry now, 'm sorry, c'mere."
and to add to his guilt, you stepped back when he had tried to hug you, but you suddenly stepped forward once again and threw yourself onto him, warm hands holding your waist, while tears fell down your cheek.
he raised your legs and wrapped it around his hips, sitting down on the couch and stroking your wet cheek. "are ya alright baby? i'm sorry hm? i'll try to come home early, don't wanna leave my precious all alone now would we?”
you giggled slightly and nodded and you were relieved to see him smile sweetly at you, placing a kiss on your forehead and stare at you like a rare gem till you fell asleep while your head rested nicely on his shoulder. you didn't fail to hear the faint "i love you" uttered by your boyfriend who slowly fell asleep as well.
★ AKAASHI KEIJI
“Darling?“ You squeaked slightly, when you heard the voice of your once angered boyfriend, heavy footsteps while he walked on the cemented ground. You sat on the wooden bench just outside your shared apartment. You turned your head and saw Akaashi, holding a rose, and you bit your lip.
He had shouted at you earlier, he was so busy and you haven't been able to spend anytime together, so when you clung on to his arm while he was working, he snapped. And he shouldn't have, because you left the apartment and now he's here.
You smiled to yourself, "what are you doing here Keiji, shouldn't you be working?” He sighed and opened his arms, and you didn't want to, you didn't but you ran into his arms and he held you tight, your face buried in his chest as he sighed in relief.
"Let's go to a cafe, while it's still early darling, kind of like a work and cafe date, how does that sound?” You nodded, he grinned and pulled you by the arm, and you spent the rest of the snowy night drinking warm chocolate with Keiji, holding his warm hand.
★ OIKAWA TOORU
You looked dazed the entire day, Tooru didn’t know what was up, and yet he never bothered to ask. “Tooru, please date me!“ The words you heard kept ringing in your ears, you happened to pass by Toru and a girl in a hallway after a match and heard the girl confess his feelings to him, however you didn’t hear his answer.
The same girl who was offering you a water bottle right now with a dirty look, your boyfriend worriedly looking at you, a little pale and dazed. “Are you okay, mi princesa?“ He cooed, and you blinked, nodding slowly.
He sat down next to you, and stared at you for a long time. Nobody knew about him being his girlfriend, it was only natural that other girls would pine for him. And yet, you felt a bubble of jealousy inside you. As you played with your fingers, you murmured, “Toru, I want— people to-"
He tilted his head, "Yes? Continue, I'm listening princesa, I'm listening." "I want people to know we're dating–” You admitted, turning your head to look at his shocked face followed by a chuckle. “Sure baby, sure. Later, I'll think of a way.”
And think of a way he did, right after the match where you seethed with anger as his manager, the girl who confessed to him, tapped his face with a towel and leaned in, a little too close for comfort. But he pulled away, muttering something to a cameraman who was there to shoot the match and the man nodded, Tooru giving you a smile as he got a mic.
"I have an announcement to make, it's been a few months but, I have a girlfriend— my princesa and my everything–" You felt yourself blush, as he gave you a cheeky grin, you thought that he was simply saying it to his teammates and coach, but this was being broadcast internationally, and the audience went to hysterics.
"And she's here, actually." He chuckled loudly, the manager smiling to herself although you smirked, sitting straight. "Y/N? Come over here princesa, I need to introduce my girl to the audience." And everyone around you gasped, manager staring daggers into your back, as you trotted over to him, placing a kiss on his cheek and shyly bowing to the murmuring crowd while Tooru held you close, whispering "Happy now?" "Yeah."
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Day 22: Akaashi + orgasm control
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Warnings: orgasm play, toy use, kissing, neck biting, soft dom!Akaashi, female reader fingering, pet names (baby, pretty girl, good girl)
Summary: Stressed out Akaashi knows exactly how to make himself feel better...
Nothing was going right.
The drawings weren't working.
The dialogue was odd.
And he was sick of seeing the same character over and over again.
His eyes were starting to hurt too, a small pain behind his left one running up to his temple.
Sighing, Akaashi placed his glasses down on the desk before stretching, long arms above his head making his t-shirt rise up until the faint ridges of his six pack showed. The line of his Adonis belt towards his grey joggers sitting low on his hips, feet bare as he rose and padded over to the living room where you were laying on your stomach scrolling through your phone. A small smile on his face as his fingers traced a line from your ankle to your thigh making you jump. Grabbing your ankle when you tried to kick him, laughing at your reaction when you squealed and tried to move away.
"Keiji! That tickles!"
Kicking your legs out again, giggling when his hands found your legs and tugged them until you were on the edge of the sofa. His body meeting yours as he leaned over you, mouth meeting the sensitive skin of your neck as he started to kiss and nibble there. Your giggles suddenly turning into moans, small breathy sounds as he left heated areas on your skin. Hips tilting upwards as he ground down on you, you could feel the fabric of his joggers against the inside of your thighs.
"So responsive, baby. You moan so pretty for me, huh? My pretty baby, bet you're already wet for me too huh? You gonna let me touch you? Hmm? Gonna make me feel better after my bad day."
Leaning back, Akaashi glance down you laying under him. Clothes askew from his wandering hands, hair failing out of your ponytail where you had your head thrown back. Lips bitten and red from your teeth and, when he ran a finger between your legs, your pussy soaked and dripping from his kissed. He couldn't help but push two fingers inside you, curling them immediately when your body moulded around him, thumb finding your clit as he started to rub it in small circles. Lips meeting yours in a wet kiss, tongues meeting as he licked into your warm mouth, your hand grabbing his wrist to stop when he began moving them fast.
"No, wait. Keiji. I can't. Keiji... please."
"Shh. You can. You can, baby, because I said so. Just let go, ok? Shhh. Relax."
A whine when he stopped completely, fingers pressed against your g-spot incessantly, you tried to close your legs against the intrusion. Mouth leaving his as you bit his bottom lip in annoyance, lips turned down when he simply grinned at you. His fingers scissoring open and closed, not enough to make you cum but you could feel the stretch as he opened you up further. Your hands finding his t-shirt and tugging it up slightly so you could palm his hard dick, a small wet patch on the front of his joggers with precum. You had barely got to the waistband when he started moving his fingers again, jumping and letting out a small squeal as he thrust them in and out hard until you couldn't help but cum. Hands gripping his shoulders, legs trembling as the wet sounds echoed through the living room and Akaashi fucking you through it.
"Good girl. Such a good girl for me, baby. Shh. That's it. Eyes open now. Lemme see those eyes, good girl."
Barely having any reprieve, another finger added making you whine again and grab his t-shirt. Fingers still moving inside your pussy as he kissed you mouth and neck again, licking the sweat gathered there from his actions with a groan when he felt you clench around him again. A low chuckle when you tried pushing him away, words of 'no more', 'too much' and his name all garbled as another orgasm zapped through your body. This one stronger than the first one, hands gripping his neck as you pulled him for a kiss only to sob into his mouth.
"Keiji... please. I can't. Oh my god."
"Just a little more, ok? I just wanna feel my pretty girl come undone for me again."
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positions - akaashi keiji
pairing: co-worker!akaashi x reader
content: suggestive, co-workers to lovers?? + body worship
the lids of the sky are still closed, misty and puffy after shedding tears on the earth during the late night hours. you can smell the dewy scent from the hotel window. it's early in the morning, like half past seven, the streets slowly come alive in the city.
you can watch the view all day, the cars coming to life and the streets being filled with people but other things occupy your attention. sultry kisses trail up your legs. you won't dare look back because you know who it is.
his lips are a bit damp but warm on your supple legs. his hands grasp onto your body to keep you from running away. upskirtting your night gown and playing the lacey underwear, he must've woken up extra hard today.
akaashi sighs into the plushness of the gap between your legs. if anyone found out about your relationship then they would be surprised by how slutty the reserved tech geek is. your hands make a home out of his thick, wavy hair. tugging him until he is on his knees.
those pretty dark eyes admiring your presence from his position. those hands that usually type away, fixing algorithms and creating models after clicks of a mouse run up to your legs and pull you close.
the previous night had him worked up. glances and touches with a brewing knot growing in the depths of his stomach filled with possessiveness. watching you talking to other men, who had no shame in blatantly eye-fucking you made him frustrated. the flirtatious rendezvous that started after a meeting with the marketing team had to be kept under wraps.
it was hidden well but he almost lost his job that night after hearing the fantasies of the other co-workers, he was livid and left the party early. you noticed him leave but had to stay because you were supposed to mingle with the bosses to get ahead for a promotion. sending a series of texts to him but with no reply, he gave you his hotel key and you rested in his room.
he was asleep until now. up and early, ready to claim you as his and only his. akaashi hated the jealousy but he can't help place marks to let people know who you are really with.
"don't leave me." he mumbles between your legs, his eyes glinting a light as he begs,"stay for the day."
you knew how he felt about keeping everything a secret but you couldn't deny a man who is on his knees, holding your body close to him as desperation settles in the air. you feed off of his neediness.
your fingers got a fist of his hair before tilting his head up,"convince me."
the man wasted no time, his actions spoke volumes and legislated an unspoken vow. you are his now and no one can step close to that.
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Pairing: Akaashi Keiji x GN!Reader
Tags: Self-Indulgent, Comfort, Very Vague Descriptions of Abuse
Summary: You only wanted to feel safe.
Word Count: 441
You just wanted to forget the stressful events that happened, really.
The screaming and the shouting and the overwhelming feeling in your chest that makes you want to disappear in an instant.
You're curling up into a ball, wanting nothing more than to just sleep. But every time your mind is clear, the feelings you felt just come back and you're left to stay awake.
It hurts to think about and you want to stop but it just replays in your head like a broken record player.
It plays again and again and again until you squeeze your eyes shut because your head hurts and you're pulling at your own hair. Wanting to just tear it out in hopes of easing the pain in your head.
Tears are streaming down your face but you can't bring yourself to wipe them away.
But you didn't really have to. Warm hands wipe them away for you. Slowly, you look up and you see the worried face of none other than Keiji.
"K-Keiji." Comes your broken voice. "My head... It hurts so much and- and I just want to sleep." You try to curl yourself back into a small ball but Keiji lets you hug him as tight as you can.
He lays beneath you and you're on top, just savoring the warmth that naturally comes from him. His hand soothingly rubs your back and you feel safe. You feel like nothing would hurt you.
"It's alright, love." His voice is soft as he whispers and kisses your head. "Let it out."
And you do. You cry so hard until you feel like you couldn't anymore. You cry so hard until you feel like your head is gonna split in two. You cry so hard that your arms go limp. Too tired to keep gripping at Keiji's shirt.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
You shake your head. Not really having the energy to talk at all.
Keiji continues to rub at your back comfortingly and you sigh. You close your eyes, hoping that maybe this time you'll be able to sleep, but the memory flashes by again and you wince.
Keiji shushes you, telling you that you're safe and that whatever you were thinking about is all done and that he's with you now.
Leaving comforting kisses on your head sometimes and hugs you tight whenever you wince.
"You're safe, love."
You memorize those words. You memorize his voice. You memorize the moment. The way his breathing calms you down, his heartbeat, his warm hands.
"Keiji, thank you."
He only hums and kisses your head once more. "You're always welcome, my love."
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crying over a break-up | hq boys
* bnha version
feat. bokuto kotaro, akaashi keiji
genre; fluff, comfort
warnings; breaking up
bokuto ✽ visiting your apartment was nice. always something kotaro looked forward to. that was until the sniffles erupted from your bedroom, his entire heart stopped. he was your best friend, the person you could always count on. although he was a little jealous of your boyfriend. who was always a pester. “y/n! what happened? are you okay?!” he shrieked, slipping down beside you with a concerned expression. “i-it’s nothing..” you hiccuped. “shh.. it’s okay it’s okay..” he patted your head. “now.. tell me what happened.” he urged, wiping your tear-stained cheeks. “h-he was cheating with this girl a-a-and—“don’t say anything else.” bokuto whispered, pressing his lips to yours. “close your eyes little owl, i’ve got you.”
akaashi ✽ he was studying in the empty classroom. you were coming back from the bathroom to the classroom he was in to study. you took a bit, but he didn’t want to be nosy or impatient for your needs so he sat still. until you walked into the room. he smiled gently. “you’re here okay first-“ sniffle. he immediately rose from his seat. “hey beautiful why are you crying?” he bent down to see your reddened face. “i was dumped.” you hissed, stomping your foot. breaking into deeper sobs by the minute. “t-that horrible no- good- hic* hic*” - “ you don’t deserve any of this.. your going to be okay i promise.” he assured, resting his forehead on yours. threading his fingers between yours. “akaashi, please stay with me.” — “always.”
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OPENING YOUR MOUTH INFRONT OF THEM (Tiktok Trend) // tw: slightly suggestive
SUNA: holds your jaw and stuffs his tongue in your mouth, full on make out session with you before pulling away with a smirk. “is that what you wanted?”
SAKUSA: stares at you in confusion and disinterest, eyebrows furrowing as he looks at you like what’s he supposed to do?
KAGEYAMA: blinks in thought before gently moving the tip of the straw of his milk carton on your bottom lip. “do you want some?”
KUROO: looks at you in curiosity, leaving you open-mouthed before he caught you off guard as he shoves a ballpen on top of your tongue. the action immediately making you jump away as your boyfriend cackles out loud. “do you need attention? is that what you want, kitten? hm?”
KONOHA: dips two of his fingers into your mouth, lips turning into a smirk as his facial expression screams ‘suck my fingers.’
TSUKISHIMA: looks at you in question before turning away to ignore you, eyes focused on the manga he was reading as his hand reaches to your chin to close your mouth at the same time. “just what the hell are you doing? a fly could go in your mouth, dumbass.”
BOKUTO: tilts his head in confusion. “are you hungry?” he asks, earning no answer from you as you look at him as if to usher to do something with your mouth open. though, the only thing he did was slowly tap your tongue with his pointing finger in confusion. “kotaro!” “what?! baby, i didn’t know what to do!”
AKAASHI: was eating a piece of candy when you opened your mouth out of nowhere infront of him. he looks at you curiously before holding onto your neck gently, leaning down to connect his lips with yours, shocking you when he used his tongue to push the mint flavored candy into your mouth with force. he smiles as he pulls away. “how does it taste, love?”
IWAIZUMI: is half confused as he raises an eyebrow at you. “what are you doing?” and a few seconds passes by before he decides to raise his hand to close your mouth gently, peering at you suspiciously as you go on your day as if nothing had happened.
OIKAWA: “what?” your boyfriend raised an eyebrow at the sight of your open mouth, before morphing his lips into a smirk. “ooh, is that it? do you want me to put something in there?” he coos, “tell me, darling. what do you exactly need?”
USHIJIMA: “y/n..??” he stares at you stoic. kinda just stares at you waiting patiently if you wanted him to do something cause; following his motto in life - whatever y/n wants, y/n gets.
KENMA: quickly shoves a piece of chip on your mouth, assuming you were hungry cause his eyes were pierced through the screen, continuing his game as if you aren’t next to him shooting daggers at his side profile.
KITA: he’s.. i don’t know.. his nonchalant expression takes in sight of your open mouth, eyes raking over your figure as if he’s telepathically asking what’s up. he just stays like that the whole time to wait for you, no questions asked. your boyfriend is a patient man.
SUGAWARA: you open your mouth, and he gets the tingling signal that you’re hungry. and so there he goes, opening a bag of your favorite snack and feeding you just the way you like it. <3
TENDOU: goes all giggly like, “what are you doinggg??~~” before slightly lifting your chin to close your mouth a bit, giving him a much comfortable position to kiss you tenderly.
TANAKA: blinks at you, confused as hell though a million thoughts were running to his mind. unfortunately, some of those thoughts weren’t so innocent. he instead closes your mouth in an immediate. looking away from you as he scratches the back of his head. “w-would you look at that babe! i gotta finish my homework now before it gets late- haha…”
YAMAGUCHI: “why? what are you doing? are you hungry?” he inquired genuinely, eyeing your expression as if he’s looking for any sign of hunger from you. he pats your head with a look of sadness on his face. “i don’t really have any food with me right now.. would you mind if i leave you for a while to go buy your favourites?”
ATSUMU: “huh? what’s this?” he raised an eyebrow in curiosity, looking at you suspiciously before he’s finally got an idea. lips turning into a smirk, he leans down to your level, nose in touch with yours as he lowly mutters. “now, what’s this all about babe?”
OSAMU: also one to raise an eyebrow at you. “are ya hungry?” he tilts his head in confusion. letting out a sigh when you don’t reply, he gently shuts your mouth with a hand under your chin. he kisses your forehead as he says. “fine, i’ll cook ya up somethin’ okay? just wait here and lay pretty.”
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REACTING TO YOU SAYING IT’S TOO BIG.
# headcanons. 879 words.
# warnings. dacryphilia, degradation, afab reader, praise, daddy kink, slight brat taming and size kink.
# contains. mean akaashi, tendou, atsumu and kuroo—repost.
he tries to be mindful of you, he really does.
but as soon as he hears you say that, it sparks something he didn’t even know was in him.
all he wants to do is fuck you even harder
and make you let out even more of those pretty moans.
Akaashi can’t find it in himself to even try and stop the groan that pushes past his lips at those words, his hips still and he can feel every inch of your tight little pussy clamping down on him. “Fuckk-”
His chest heaves with sharp breaths and a light sheen of sweat covers his chest, while his hands are rubbing soothing circles against your hips before he’s easing himself into you once more.
Softly mumbling praises against your skin and admiring the tears that rolled down your flushed cheeks, “You can take it, princess. I know you can.. just relax, let me take care of you- ah- wanna see you cum all over my cock.”
he thinks it’s adorable that you’d say it, really.
if he was enjoying himself earlier well now it was on a completely different level.
his eyes darken with lust, and you can feel his grip on you tighten.
the urge to fuck you stupid growing even stronger.
Tendou merely chuckles at the state you’re in underneath him, already a drooling mess with only half of his cock buried inside of you. “Stop squirmin’, pretty girl.”
You think he’s being nice and giving you the chance to get used to his size as he pulls out of you at a painfully slow pace, only for him to suddenly slam back into you and force the rest of his length into your pretty little cunt. ￼
He basks in the warmth of your welcoming walls, before looking down and smirking as he notices the mess you made all over his pelvis. “Look at you, bunny. Taking my cock so well, hm. Cumming jus’ from that? Didn’t even bother asking me for permission.. tsk, we’ll have to fix that, won’t we?”
the smug smirk on his face only intensifies at the words.
any self-control he has instantly snaps.
he ends up even more of a tease afterwards.
and now all he wants to do is to make you beg for him—for more.
Atsumu is extremely patronizing, constantly cooing and teasing you as soon as he hears your admittance. “Too much? ‘S too much for ya already, doll?”
It doesn’t take long for him to shove your tear stricken face back into your sheets while he fucks you onto his cock, loving the way your thighs quivered at even the slightest stimulation.
And there isn’t even a slight sliver of hesitation in his movements as he thrusts into you at an animalistic pace, balls slapping against your ass while his hands fumbling to press against your tummy, “Thought ya said it was too much for ya, hm? So why ‘s yer greedy little cunt suckin’ me in so deep, angel?”
to him, you’re being a brat.
all you had to do was be a good girl for him.
he wasn’t asking for your opinion on anything, and now you’d talked back.
his cocky expression stays in view while his movements and words grow harsher.
Kuroo smirks down at you, the words doing nothing but stroking his ego. He watches you sniffle and writhe underneath him sadistically, loving the way you whined at the mere stretch. ￼
“You begged for this, kitten—begged for daddy to fuck you like this..” His rough hands grip your jaw, bringing your glossy eyes over to him as his thumb runs over your bottom lip. ￼
You know what he wants you to do, and you can’t stop yourself from doing exactly that as you parted your lips and stuck out your tongue humming at the feeling of his spit in your mouth and seeping down your throat.
“Good girl.” He grunts out.
“Now, shut up and fucking take it. I don’t want to hear another word out of you unless you’re screaming my fuckin’ name.”
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