#akaashi x reader
bbysamu · a day ago
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⇢ akaashi keiji, tsukishima kei, kenma kozume, yamaguchi tadashi
synopsis: the way in which he makes up with you after a fight 
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ʚɞ AKAASHI Keiji | really, really hates fighting with you. It’s the way you just wouldn’t stop nagging him today that caused him to finally snap. instantly regrets the moment he sees the look in your eyes after he raised his voice. “y/n...” he trails off, his apology stuck in his throat. “it’s whatever, keiji. I’m just gonna go take a nap.” he leans against the bedroom door, listening to your quiet sniffles. without hesitation, he gets dressed to go to the grocery store. he picks out all the ingredients and a bouquet of purple hyacinth. you wake from your nap two hours later to the delicious smell of your favorite food. his eyes softens when he sees you walk up to the kitchen. “honey, I'm sorry about earlier...” he hands you the flowers and peeks at you shyly, “these mean, “I'm sorry, please forgive me.” you looks at the stains on his apron and the nervous smile toying on his lips, “I forgive you. how could I not when you’ve bribed me with my favorite food and these flower.” he pulls you into a tight embrace, “I love you, really I do.” “I know, I love you too.” 
ʚɞ  TSUKISHIMA Kei | “y/n, can you please just shut up for two seconds? your voice is giving me a headache.” tsukishima couldn’t help but wince at the pained look in your eyes. “fine.” you leave, closing the door softly behind you. he sighs, kicking himself mentally for always letting his anger get the best of him. he hates how you’ll always forgive him, even when he doesn’t deserve it. he’d rather you yell at him or slam the door on your way out. he opens the drawers and brings out a piece of paper and pen. an hour later, he stands outside the bedroom door. “y/n? can I come in?” no response. “y/n?” He pushes the door open to see you sitting in bed, phone in hand. “hey, why’d you ignore me?” you whisper, “cause you said my voice was annoying”. “I...you know I'm not good with words but read this.” he hands you the piece of paper. “ you’re too good for me. I am truly, genuinely so sorry for what I've said. I’m a stupid idiot for always letting me anger get the best of me. thank you for loving an idiot like me, even when I don't deserve it. P.S. I love your voice. hearing you talk is my favorite part of the day”. he looks to the side, red in the face. “I said to just read it, not read it out loud.” you sigh, “you’re a big idiot, kei”. Tsukishima looks down and mumbles, “I know, I'm the biggest idiot out there.” “but you’re MY idiot. now come here and cuddle with me”. you don’t need to ask him twice.
ʚɞ KOZUME Kenma | “come to bed already, it’s almost 2.” kenma rolls his eyes, ignoring you as he focuses his full attention on the screen in front. “kenma, did you hear what I said? It’s getting late.” he continues to ignore you, until you start to wave your hand in from of him. “kozume kenma. I said it’s time to sleep”. he pauses the game and glares up at you. “what are you? my mother? stop nagging me. if you wanna sleep, then just go sleep.” “but we literally said we’d try to sleep earlier today”. “no, YOU said you’d try to sleep earlier, so shut up and let me play this game”. kenma regretted it the moment the words “shut up” slipped out his mouth, but he wanted to finish this level so badly. however, that desire was out the window when he caught glimpse of your tears. he immediately shuts off his computer and follows you into the bedroom, wincing when he hears your cries. “babe...” “go away”. kenma stays in place. “I’m sorry”, he says softly, prompting you to cry even harder. he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. “y/n, I'm sorry. we did say we’ll try to sleep earlier. sorry.” he holds you, gently rubbing comforting circles on your back. “fine, I'll forgive you. but only if you turn off the lights tonight”. kenma smiles in relief, “deal”. that night Kenma hugs you just a little closer and little tighter.
ʚɞ YAMAGUCHI Tadashi | it was rare for you and yamaguchi to fight. he’s usually very patient and understanding, but today had been extra hard for him at work. he had looked forward to coming home to a relaxing evening with you, but you just won't stop nagging him about some chores he forgot to do this morning. “Y/N! please just let it go already! I’ve had a hard enough day at work and now I have to come home and deal with you? give me a break.” “deal with me? you could’ve just told me you had a hard day...” yamaguchi sees the tears welling up in your eyes. “I didn’t mean...” you walk out the living room before he had a chance to finish speaking. he doesn’t chase after you, preferring to give you some space. instead, Yamaguchi springs into action, finishing the chore he forgot this morning and cleaning the house. when you come out of the room an hour later, you return to a spotless living room and kitchen. Yamaguchi smiles when he sees your figure and finishes fluffing up the last pillow on the sofa. “my love, I’m sorry for my choice of words. I didn’t mean to make it sound like you’re a burden to me. you’re not a burden, you’re the love of my life.” you walk over and wrap your arms around him. “I should’ve been more understanding too...thanks for cleaning the house.” he hugs you tighter and presses a kiss on top of your head.
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amjustagirl · a day ago
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baby blues 
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pairing: akaashi keiji x f! reader  genre: parenthood fluff  warnings: nah, none. or well, bokuto is his own warning HA.  wc: 1.4k author’s note: for @tyga-lily. makes references to the storm chaser universe, but can be read as a standalone. 
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Akaashi’s calm demeanour cannot hide the fact that he is at heart, an anxiety ridden bean. It’s something he’s always struggled with since his boyhood days, worrying about Bokuto’s antics and the ace’s general well being, spiralling with stress when it comes to exams and job interviews, and even though he masks it well with doses of coffee, it’s starting to flare up in full force now that you’re growing his child in your belly. 
Having a baby was planned, as most things in his life are. You and he have been married for two years now, your careers are settled into a comfortable groove, so having a child just seemed like the logical next step. But it’s different planning on paper to actually seeing your plans blossom into fruition, especially when presented in the form of an ultrasound, the black and white squiggles indicating the new life he’ll hold in his hands in less than six months’ time. 
“Is that - ?” he’s barely able to form a coherent sentence. 
The ultrasound tech and you share a smile. “That’s our baby, Keiji”, you say, taking his trembling hand in yours. 
Even though your belly is barely a bump and the baby is but a tiny bean sprout in monochrome, there are so many things to prepare in advance. 
Like cradles and prams - he spends his free time perusing parenting magazines about the best, safest models. Like the difference between diapers - until you step in and gently insist that you very much doubt either of you will have the time to maintain the use of cloth diapers. Like the type of laundry detergent is best for babies’ clothing - or - or - or the type of food that he should slowly be introducing the baby to as the months progress while being careful not to accidentally trigger any allergies- 
“Keiji”, you say, catching his face in the warm cradle of your hands. “You’re overthinking again.” 
“I am, aren’t I”, he laughs wryly, arms circling around your waist, ever so careful not to crush you. “I just want to make sure everything’s perfect and we have it all figured out before the baby arrives.” 
“Everything’s already going to be perfect”, you reply, nuzzling up to him. “We’re going to be parents, Keiji. Imagine that!” 
He knows. Oh gods, he knows and he’s terrified. 
What if he screws up? What if he gets something wrong? What if he accidentally suffocates his precious baby, or messes up by overlooking something small and banal? He’ll never forgive himself, and worse he’ll disappoint you - 
“How do you keep your kids alive?” He blurts his fear out to Bokuto when the older man visits with his trio of sons in tow. 
Bokuto isn’t even fazed by the question, despite it coming out of left field. He lifts the teething Kousuke into his lap so he doesn’t chew up the furniture before turning to gaze at Akaashi. “There are three cardinal rules to fatherhood, Akaaashi”, Bokuto says solemnly. 
Akaashi leans forward, eager to listen to whatever pearls of wisdom his former senpai might have for him. He must have some good advice - he’s raising three boys and they’re all alive and healthy, if a little feral. 
“First”, Bokuto raises a finger, though the effect is rather lost from Kousuke promptly chomping on it. “Feed your kids. If they’re full, it’s all good. And keep sugar to a minimum, unless you want them to bounce off the walls.”
“Fair enough”, Akaashi nods, mentally filing the first rule away in his head. “What’s next?”  
“Second, you gotta check that they don’t pee or poop on themselves. If they have, just clean it up. When kiddos are dry, then it’s all good!”
That’s also fairly obvious.
“Third”, Bokuto nods as if in approval of his wisdom. “Don’t let your kid bite anyone, or your other kids -”
Akaashi blinks. And then he blinks again. 
“It’s true! Kousuke has a nasty habit cos the little kiddo can’t talk yet, so he chomps down when he’s pleased or isn’t pleased, like when he has to defend his toys from being taken by his older brothers - ”
“Bokuto–san”, Akaashi massages the space between his brows. “These can’t be the only rules to fatherhood? I mean - what about - what about figuring out what’s the best pram to use? Whether to use the Montessori method in teaching your kid - or, I don’t know - shouldn’t I be referring to some parenting bible or something?”
A heavy hand lands on his shoulder, instantly grounding him. 
“Kids are pretty resilient, Akaashi!” Bokuto booms. “You could drop them - okay, maybe don’t try that, and don’t ever tell my wife I said that - but they’re hardy little things, as long as they’re fed and kept clean and aren’t attacking each other, it’s all good.” 
“It can’t be that easy”, he says, head in hands. Because it feels life changing, bringing a new life into the world, and he has to get it right, he has to make sure everything’s perfect, right? 
“I mean, I’m not saying it’s easy”, Bokuto replies, frowning. “You won’t be getting much sleep ‘specially when your kid’s just born cos babies don’t seem to know how to sleep through the night, so you gotta get up and cuddle them and soothe them so they’re happy enough to go back to sleep. But then when they grow up, the challenge is really teaching them to be good kiddos, y’know?” 
“You mean teaching them to be kind?” 
Bokuto grins, bouncing Kousuke on his lap. “Got that in one! That’s more important than worrying about what pram you’re gonna get - just strap them to your chest, it’s easy enough and it’s a good workout too!”
His former teammate’s enthusiasm is infectious, but Akaashi no longer has the stamina from his high school days, so he thinks a pram might still be very necessary. Still, he sees the wisdom in Bokuto’s words. 
So he surprises you when he drops his obsession with parenting magazines and books and lectures and podcasts, pulling your feet into his lap instead to give you a gentle massage and whispering seriously to your bump. 
“You don’t have to worry cos I’ll make sure you’re fed and I’ll change your diapers, and I promise I’ll never drop you on your head, and we’ll get you a pram cos I don’t think I can carry you around all day, especially when you get older - ”
“Keiji, you’re worrying too much again” you interrupt him, smiling indulgently down at your husband. 
He presses a kiss to your bump before meeting your smile. “I was talking to Bokuto-san this afternoon.”
“Ah”, you reply. “And what advice did he give to you?” 
“This and that”, your husband says. “But he reminded me not to worry overmuch.” 
“His advice doesn’t seem to have worked too well then”, you answer archly. 
Akaashi sighs through his nose. “I just want to be a good dad.” 
“Oh Keiji”, you card through his hair, let him slump into your side. “You will be a fantastic dad, I know it. The fact that you’re worrying so much shows that you care for our little bean sprout.”
“Of course I care”, he murmurs. “I want our kid to grow up safe and healthy and happy and kind - ”
“And after listening to yourself say that, don’t you think you’ll be a good dad?” 
He scrunches up his nose, a tell-tale sign to you that while he sees the logic in your words, he can’t bring himself to believe in them just yet. 
“This is going to be cliched and something right out of your shounen mangas that you edit - ”
He closes his eyes as if he’s in pain. “Believe in me, who believes in you?” 
You tug at his ear gently. “That’s pretty apt in our case, is it not?” 
“Fine”, he mumbles, defeated. “You have a point.” 
“Stop worrying, Keiji. You’re going to be a good dad.” 
“Okay”, he breathes. “I - I hope so.” 
The smile you bestow upon him, full of trust and love goes much, much further in soothing his fears, in taming his unbridled worries. “You don’t have to hope - I know it. Now c’mon! Let’s discuss baby names, and before you even think of mentioning it - no we are not naming our kid after Bokuto - ”
“I mean, he already has three kids practically named after himself -” 
“Nor are we allowing Kuroo any suggestions - ”
“Agreed. His daughters only have normal names because his wife put her foot down - ”
Somewhere in greater Tokyo, both Kuroo and Bokuto sneeze in perfect harmony. 
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a/n: heh. yes! i am alive and still writing ><
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lovely-renard · a day ago
Giving gift to your boyfriend is something you should do at any given time, and not only because it's his birthday or because he did well at his job lately. At least that's what you think. That's why, randomly during the month, you stop by the flower shop near your appartement to get him some, as a way to show your love for him.
You always take time to pick up new flowers and bouquet each time and you also try to learn the meanings behind the plants, as a way to make it even more special and personnal. When you come home, bouquet hiding behind your back, you make your boyfriend closes his eyes before putting your gift on his lap. And that's when the fun begins. Because, even if it's not the first time you give him flowers, he still blushes like a teenager and fumble with his words. His cheeks turns a deep shade of pink, his smile is wobbly and he looks at the bouquet like it's the most beautiful and important thing in the world. He handle it with care, searching for a vase that could fit them. It's funny to see a big-grown ass man being so mushy over a simple thing such as flowers but it also melts your heart to see how your efforts seems to please him.
He takes it upon him to offer you a bigger bouquet, as a payback and because your reactions are as cute if not even more than his (also because he lives to spoil you but that's another thing).
-> Akaashi, Osamu, Iwaizumi, Kuroo, Bokuto, Kageyama, Semi
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shoyouu · 2 days ago
-ˏˋ cw; breakups, moving on-ish, not proof-read !! hurt no comfort ˊˎ
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there are still reminders of him.
there are still things that linger, certain scents that remain, items left behind. every time you think you've completely moved on; forgotten about him — he always finds his way back into your life. like water slipping into the small cracks in the rocks. often times, it has you wondering if he ever really left in the first place.
random pairs of socks found behind the washing machine, the long-forgotten water bottle left to accumulate dust in the back of your cabinet, hair brushes, books, and hoodies. you always end up finding something that leads you back — to him.
it's funny, really. knowing that you have tried your absolute best to rid yourself of all things that remind you. you can't eat at the same places you used to go to with him — it aches in your heart knowing that there were times in your life where you would share these meals together. talking about life, death, the earth and the sun, the future and what lies ahead. you can't light the same candles anymore, the scent bringing you back to late nights spent wrapped up in each other's embrace — legs tangled, soft kisses and your favorite shows playing in the background.
whenever you used to think of a future , you'd think of him. growing old together, having children, travelling the world. and, it's unfair — because now, with him gone, you're only left with the memories, the broken promises and items that he never bothered to come around and pick up.
he leaves pieces of himself everywhere — like little reminders. and your heart burns , yearning for the peace he once used to give. some say that time heals, but how could you ever find peace when every time you try to look ahead, he slips right back into your mind, into the small cracks, seeping into your heart; robbing you of the happiness you've been craving all along?
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oikawa tooru, miya atsumu, akaashi keiji & kageyama
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thank you for reading!! likes and rb's are appreciated <33
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vampkaashis-wife · 2 days ago
Hello I adapted this from a 1st person POV I wrote ages ago for a different thing so sorry if I missed anything in editing it
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“Stop looking at me like that. I might do something we both regret,” Keiji says, splashing pool water in your general direction.
You smirk from the poolside, content to soak your feet and watch him swim. “Like what?” It’s surprising he can tell you’re looking at him very intensely at all. His glasses are on the table behind you along with his shirt and various electronic devices. Yours are there too, locking the pair of into this world for just yourselves.
Well. It’s the neighborhood pool, and you’re not the only ones there, but you might as well be. Keiji’s blind ass hasn’t been looking at anyone else since you got here.
“Like dragging you in here with me.”
“Try it. I’ll kill you.” After a moment, you relent. “Maybe we should’ve watched a movie at home. It’s too humid for this”
“I propose a compromise,” Keiji says, pushing through the water to lean up and rest his wet arms on your lap. You kick at him before he can, not wanting to get wet any more than you already have. “Just get in the pool, and I’ll romance you with a movie later.”
“Absolutely not,” you retort.
He pouts, making a snarky comment about how he’s trying his best but you still hate him. “Can you please try to act like you enjoy spending time with me?”
“I do. Immensely. I enjoy being salty about everything you do.” Without thinking, you reach out to pat his head. After a few seconds, you shake the water off your hands and back into the pool.
Keiji sighs, dragging himself out of the water. Keeping his head at a peculiar angle, he tries to get you to do it again. When you don’t, he shakes his hair out, making sure to splash you generously as if to ward off your wandering eyes that have spent maybe a moment too long on his bare torso.
“Like what you’re seeing?”
Quickly turning away, you pull your feet out of the pool. Walking past him to pick up the towel folded neatly on the table, you take a few breaths to gather your composure. That done, you turn on your heels and smile professionally at him. You throw the towel in his direction. “Do you like what you’re seeing?”
He catches it easily. Without skipping a beat, he squints at you and says, “I do.”
You blink, then busy yourself collecting your few collective belongings scattered on the table - phones, a shirt, watches - and hold Keiji’s glasses out for him.
“There’s nothing to see. I’m literally wearing a potato sack.” You gesture at the coverup dress that hides both your swimsuit and the shape of your frame.
Having reached you after just a few steps, he puts the glasses on, using the towel draped over his shoulders to ruffle his hair to dry it. Almost absently, he glances down at you. “Oh. This is an even better view. Not blurry anymore.” Flicking your ponytail, he plucks his belongings from your hands with a stupid grin. “Be thankful,” he says over his shoulder while gathering your belongings and starting to walk to the gate, “Not many girls get to gawk at me shirtless.”
“I’m going to murder you where you stand.”
“You won’t. It’ll make you lonely.”
Keiji has gotten cheekier over the years. Blunter, less afraid of driving you off by any words that tumble out of his mouth on purpose or otherwise. He used to be so unsure of himself, so unfailingly polite, almost to the point of being boring.
It’s quite nice that he’s like this now.
“Do you have a lot of work to finish tonight?”
“Sort of. Just have to send a few emails.” He elbows you as you walk down the sidewalk back to the house. You almost crash into a hedge. “Why are you always asking me about work? That’s the most boring part of my day.”
“What else am I supposed to ask you? At this point, I know everything else there is to know about you.”
Keiji nods at a few of your neighbors walking past, none of them seeming surprised to find you two walking around, hand in hand like teenage lovers despite your years of marriage. “I don’t know. What I want for dinner?”
“You don’t even answer that question when I ask it, so I really don’t think I will.”
Keiji gives you that look that you’ve come to interpret as You’re weird but my favorite. He opens the door with his right hand, since you still have hold of the other one. “Be back in a sec,” he smiles childishly, dropping your hand and the bag of pool supplies as soon as his feet pass the threshold. He slips in and out of your room to grab some dry clothes, shutting himself in the bathroom at an astonishing rate. “Gonna put clothes back on.”
When he comes back with a shirt on and the smallest of droplets still dripping from his hair, you pout jokingly and gesture at him with a disappointed flair. You’ve changed into tshirts and some shorts too, but nonetheless.
“What?” He laughs, sitting down at the kitchen table and packing away all the things spread across it - papers, pens, highlighters, sticky notes, bills to be paid. “Are you that upset I put on a shirt?”
“Will you think I’m a bad person if I say yes?” Though you don’t say it, you’re more concerned about the fact that his bottoms are a bright yellow color. They’re almost neon. They’re almost Itachiyama-esque. His shirt is Itachiyama green.
Keiji stands to deliver a quick peck on your lips before opening his laptop. “There’s a lot you can do before I’d think you’re a bad person. Sit tight for a moment; I’m going to send those emails.”
You gasp exaggeratedly. “You? Ignoring me?”
He hurls something from the floor at you.
You fall into silence after that, surrounded only by the clatter of Akaashi’s keyboard and your humming as you tap at your phone. Now and then, you look at him like you have something to say. He looks so lovely like this, though, that it steals the words right out of your mouth.
His spine is straight, as straight as it can be without being uncomfortable. Somehow, he looks professional in… a frankly horribly color coordinated outfit.
“Twenty dollars,” he says suddenly, slamming the enter key before folding his arms to smirk at you.
“You’ve been looking at me for a very long time, so I’ll let you take a picture for twenty dollars, and you can look at it every day for the rest of your life.” As you sputter, he shuts his laptop and puts a sticky note on a folder, putting some papers gently inside. “Special discount. Normally it’d be fifty.” The stupid jerk smirks at you while he says it.
Standing up sharply, you suck in a breath. “I need a new threat. Murder is getting boring.�� At that point, you make your way to his office, straight for his cluttered bookcase. “Maybe one of these has some inspiration.”
Running your fingers across the spines of the books, you stop wistfully on the spine of a particularly dusty one. Squinting, you bend down to study it a little more closely. “Keiji.”
“Yes, darling?” His voice is so close that you jump, dropping the book in the process. Keiji neatly scoops it up and puts it back on the shelf. With that same hand, he corners you against the shelves. “Did you want to make out against the bookshelf?”
While Keiji attempts to work his charms on you, you scowl and sidestep him, pushing his face away. “Absolutely not.”
You start to ramble about anything else, anything to cover up your fluster. Funny how he can still do this to you after being with you for so many years. After you’ve already seen him as uncool as he could possibly be.
Still standing by the bookshelf, he stays quiet for so long that you start to repeat yourself. Turning to look at him, you find him posing for a magazine cover, like he decided to play professional volleyball after all, or is trying to channel his inner Haiba Lev. His long legs are crossed slightly as he leans against the bookshelf lightly, his hair in a perfect state of disarray. He crosses his arms in a way that makes you think this would be hot if he was wearing a suit.
Instead, he’s wearing bright yellow shorts and a shirt that’s hardly any better. There is no reason he should look that good like that, and yet…
You gulp to hold in your laughter. Keiji turns slightly. Somehow, he maintains a straight face and dignified air, even in that outfit. “You’re sure you wouldn’t like a little kiss?”
“Yes.” You try to play his game, but your lips wobble too close to a full smile. The day you learn to hide my emotions, the world will burn. Beaming instead, you wait for his next move.
Pretending to think, Keiji ruffles his still damp hair. “I do still need payment for the free show I put on for your earlier. It’ll cost you, you know?”
“I know you said I was expensive.” Crossing your arms, you do your best to resist the magnetic pull of him. “But aren’t you charging me a lot of fees today?”
Keiji’s voice drops, velvety and smooth, soft like a Sherpa coat. In a voice like that, he says, “I just wanted you to take me seriously. You know. Every once in a while.”
Clearing your throat, you try to work the next few words out without sounding embarrassing. “In that outfit?”
Keiji shakes his limbs out and readjusts the way the T-shirt sits on his body. “Darling,” He drags out the last syllable, then stops.
You know the look on his face. It’s like the one you wear when you have nothing planned, but needed something to say. When speaking would force you to breathe properly again. When it feels like there’s a rock in your throat, but you’d rather speak around it than survive the awkward silence enveloping the room now.
He’s adopted some behaviors from you, you suppose.
“What, Keiji?”
In the middle of reaching out to touch you, he drops his hands back to his sides.
“You don’t want a kiss.” He murmurs, shooting you those damn puppy dog eyes. “So why should I give you one?”
Your inner fangirl squeals. Before you can think yourself out of it, you barrel into him for a hug. “Can you do me a favor?” you say into his chest.
His arms come up to wrap around you slowly, hesitantly. He holds you gently with something bordering uncertainty. It might not be that, but there’s no telling what else it may be either.
“Anything,” he tells the ceiling with feeling.
You pause a moment. I’m really gonna do this, huh. Then, “Can we make out against the bookshelf, after all?”
After a startled pause, he hesitantly offers, “I would not be opposed to making out, in general. Sit on my desk?”
God, his voice. One of these days, it’s going to shatter you. Who gave him the right-?
“Your desk is not that tall; you’re going to hurt your back.”
“And us standing against the bookshelf is different?”
“You’re insufferable.” In a motion you didn’t think you had the capacity to make, you somehow knock him to the ground and straddle his lap. “How about this?”
Beneath you, your husband once again looks to the ceiling as some kind of prayer. He looks wholly undone and it makes you feel some kind of powerful. Some words escape his lips just before your own lips brush his, but you don’t care to find out what they are.
Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh. My. Ahhhh! Is the only thing in your mind. He’s slow to react, but once he does? Fucking hell.
It never gets old.
You’re the one that pulls away first. He protests, a tiny whine that barely rumbles through his chest. Maybe it’s rude, but you can’t help it. You laugh. “Don’t be a baby.”
“Don’t be a bully,” he retorts petulantly, sliding his hands under your shirt, just enough to hook his fingers into the belt loops of your shorts beneath them. You shiver at the near touch and yelp at the gentle tug.
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shoberri · 2 days ago
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slowly, fingertips drag along the surface of your arm, just barely making their presence known. you welcome his touch with a sigh, leaning backwards into the chair as his touch moves upwards; rubbing at your shoulders, grazing the outline of your neck, caressing your face. you tip your head backwards to meet his gaze and he offers a soft smile in return.
your heart squeezes in familiarity at the all too welcomed sight. it's been a while since the both of you have had time to spend with each other, your schedules just barely aligning. he was away often, volleyball being the reason, and you didn't want to interrupt his practices. you, on the other hand, were neck deep within the growing abundance of schoolwork that never seemed to stop piling up, no matter how hard you worked. it was tiring. you were tired, and in the midst of your exhaustion, you'd forgotten that he didn't have practice today, the mentality engraved within you as you walked yourself home that night. you'd texted him before you left, of course, your messages being one of the few ways you two communicated.
“keiji?” he hums in response, letting you get used to his presence.
“tired?” you nod slowly, a faint smile gracing your lips as his own presses a soft kiss upon your forehead.
“missed you,” is all you can manage, craving more and more of his touch now that you've gotten a taste of it after so long. you can't even remember the last time you had peacefully enjoyed each other's company.
“i’m sorry,” he mumbles, brows creased slightly as he tugs you towards the couch. his arms wrap around you soon after, and suddenly he's everywhere. your rest your head within the crook of his neck and curl into his side, finally allowing yourself to relax. “i missed you, too.”
“don't apologize for something you can't control.” eyelids beginning to flutter shut, he only pulls you close once more, resting his head atop yours. “you're here now, and.. that's all that matters.”
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andraxicated · a month ago
fuck and run!
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Pairings: Iwaizumi, Kenma, Suna, Kuroo, Akaashi x f!reader
Synopsis: Haikyuu men who sets you aside after railing you
Tags: suggestive | mildly explicit | established relationship | fluff | smut
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will do his sports science things after railing you so hard that you have to call in sick the next day. you whine and blame him that it’s all his fault that your pussy down there hurts. yet, he knows all of your antics and pays your whining no mind as he types away on his laptop.
“you’re really mean Hajime Iwaizumi! how could you focus on your work while a naked woman is on your bed!” you huff and puff as you pick up and wear a discarded robe on the ottoman chair.
“distract me and I’ll make you cry again.” he cooly threatens that you stop tying the ribbon of your robe with wide eyes. heat rushes down your body as you clench your thighs together, nipples perking beneath the thin robe exactly as his eyes travel on your body.
it’s so easy to fluster you yet it’s him that’s even more flustered.
"I would like that." the brat in you replies with an amazing brazenness that you haven't processed what you said too. your cheeks feel warm when embarrassment seeps into the silent room. gosh, you really hate it when this man makes you feel so awkward.
iwaizumi's member throbbed when he heard your snarky attitude, the same tone you use in challenging him. his lips twitch a little when he sees you getting uncomfortable with the silence. should he let you suffer more? but he really loves you too much.
he sighs and signals for you to sit on his lap. "you better be quiet while I work."
a hand clamped tightly on your mouth, your ass against his cock; kenma releases his load into you as tears prick your eyes from the feeling of being filled along with the pressure pressing down on your mouth.
he’s on mic with his friends in-game while he challenges you to stay quiet as you two get nasty behind the screen. kenma finally releases his grip on your mouth and you loudly suck in your breath making him pinch your ass from the annoyance of your loud breathing.
“get off and pick up your shorts,” he instructs and waits for your wobbly legs to stand and bend over to the floor.
as you pick up both of your thrown bottoms, a startled shriek rips through the air. his light kisses on your back tickles that you can't help your mouth. “kenma!” you quickly shut your mouth with wide eyes, head whipping to your boyfriend’s direction. but to your surprise, his cat-like eyes just softly smile at the cute expression you made.
“come here.” kenma grabs both sides of your waist, then he settles you down on his naked lap. your warm, uncovered lower halves touch against each other; the feeling makes him suck in his breath and throw his head back against his gaming chair.
“I’m sorry if I’m too mean. It was actually muted the whole time.” he presses apologetic kisses along your shoulder as a furrow on your brows slowly forms upon learning his trickery.
“and…can you please move your body a bit? I can’t move my hands easily…” kenma’s request trails off as he sees your blank face and burning eyes. oh no.
he has no self-control when it comes to you. how could he when his cute girlfriend is walking towards him with sleepy eyes, his oversized shirt draped over your frame, plus with no panties! suna is all ready to go to his practice but the sight of you had him stopping in his tracks. a sigh goes out of his mouth as he puts down his sports bag and strides over to you.
“do your thighs hurt? shouldn’t you be resting?” he asks with a concerned tone as he remembers the night before when he manhandled you for hours. he suddenly carries you to the couch, much to your surprise that it wakes you up.
“were you going to practice? I heard you shuffling early in the morning…” you say to him as your boyfriend presses a kiss on your head. to be honest, it made you sad the moment you woke up and realized he left you after that night. you thought he would at least stay as the apology for holding your thighs up harshly.
“I’m sorry, but I’ll come back later with your favorite food.” suna pecks your cheek with a kiss while the corners of your mouth lift. “that’s a promise?” “it’s a promise.”
he goes back to pick up his bag that’s been left at the door and waves at you. “I need to go now, I’ll stay with you tonight until the next day.” you wave back at him and nod as his figure retreats and closes the door.
should you go to his practice? or relieve yourself on your own? “but suna will get angry” you whisper to yourself with a pout as you plop down on the soft couch.
when you asked your boyfriend for help, this was not what you expected. you expected the both of you to sit side by side with notebooks and pens. you crying out of frustration because your dumb head can’t get the problem and him laughing about how you’re not even listening.
you cry out because of how much the stretch of him hurts and kuroo’s laughing at your whining when you took him a lot of times already. “shhh, it’s okay baby, relax and let me in.” his voice gives butterflies to your stomach and so, you lay back, close your eyes and let him do the work.
“now, do it yourself. just solve it based on what you know and I’ll correct it later,” kuroo instructs while handing the notebook full of gibberish numbers to you. your disheveled hair and unbuttoned blouse don’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend as he steals a few glances here and there.
“you know I just orgasmed like minutes ago?” you sassily throw back at him, not bothering to look at your notebook. how could he act as if nothing happened before? kuroo nods as if he understands and says: “study hard and finish your degree, then I’ll wife you up.”
at that, you pick up the pen and grab the notebook closer to you. it doesn't seem so bad coming from his mouth!
boyfriend akaashi who fiercely takes off his glasses with one hand and grips your chin, directing your lips to his mouth for a heated kiss. your muffled moans start when his slender hands rummage under your skirt, pushing aside your panty and entering a finger to test the wetness.
“hold on tight to me, let’s go to the bed.” he huskily whispers as you moan in response when your lips once again crash into each other.
the sound of two people catching their breathing is heard throughout the room. “keiji, where are you going?” your small voice asks when you see him standing up and putting on his pants.
akaashi turns to look at you with a smile, ruffling your bed hair before putting on his glasses. “just sleep, I’ll go next room to do my work.”
you grab onto his wrist before he could take a step further away from you. your boyfriend turns back in sweet surprise at the loving gaze in your eyes. “what is it?” he asks and you reply: “hold my hand while you work.” you sulkily say, stretching your hand over to him with half-closed eyes.
akaashi chuckles and moves away to bring the table closer to the bed. “now go to sleep. I’ll work with one hand, princess.” he tangles his fingers with yours, caressing the soft skin of your palm as you slowly drift off to sleep.
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iwaso · a month ago
uhm, hi!! i have a request! So, know how there are hcs where the haikyuu boys walk in on the reader changing, right? But what if it was the other way around?? The reader walks in on them changing!! please ignore this if your busy or don't wanna do it, no pressure!!
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featuring: various
genre: fluff | wc: 500+
warnings: a couple of swears, that's abt it
notes: i finally got around to writing this 💀 thx for the req anon, this was fun! (barely proofread beware lmao)
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ღ THE SCREAMER; this is a genuine reaction. maybe he mistook you for a serial killer, or he's really insecure about his body, or perhaps he's just shy. the only thing for sure is as soon as you walk in, a shrill, almost girly shriek bounces off the walls and reaches your ears, followed by a loud "get out!" from the boy in front of you. an alternative name for this group: the cover-uppers.
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ღ THE FLIRT; he has no shame. you walk in on him changing? that's an opportunity—a gift, actually, for him and for you. as his eyes meet yours the expression on his face is smug, and he takes his sweet time discarding his clothes. he flexes what he can; his abs, his biceps, anything, just to see you all flustered. consider it his guilty pleasure (except he's not ashamed at all).
"like what you see? come on, don't be shy now."
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ღ THE ONE WHO DOESN'T CARE; you could barge in on him doing anything and he would not give a shit. who cares? he's just changing—it's a part of human life. is it that big a deal? sure, internally, his stomach does a flip (just one; singular) but no one needs to know that.
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ღ THE CONVERSATION STARTER; branches from the previous category. he's casual—opts to just go about it like he's making his morning coffee. why get shy? there's nothing wrong with his body. then again, he's a little unaware of how good he looks. that, or he's very aware and he's casually teasing you with his assets. either way, a fucking menace.
BOKUTO, SUNA, matsukawa, kunimi, FUTAKUCHI, daichi, konoha, aran, OSAMU
ღ THE ANNOYED ONE; he's freaking out a little—mind going blank, his breathe getting caught in his throat—but under no circumstance would he ever admit it. he puts up an irritable front and shoots you a glare, as if to ask you what the hell it was that you wanted. he urges you to get the fuck out as he returns to changing, but as soon as you leave, he malfunctions in the silence; shoots an arm through the neckline, misses a couple buttons, forgets his shirt is inside-out... he hates that you have that effect on him sometimes.
TSUKISHIMA, shirabu, daishou, SAKUSA
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ღ THE "PLAY-IT-COOL" TYPE; he freezes when you walk in, but only for a moment. "hey," slips past his lips, and his voice is level and cool. the only thing that betrays him is the flush of his ears—something you're quick to notice and something he accepts he can't hide. he goes about his changing while making light conversation, but you know his mind is running a couple of miles.
ennoshita, yamaguchi, KAGEYAMA, AKAASHI, semi, IWAIZUMI, kenma, KYOTANI, yaku, KITA
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ღ "FUCK DON'T COME IN" ; self-explanatory. alternatively: the one who rushes to the door. as soon as he hears the door creaking open he jumps to slam it shut. he yells out an apology in case he hurt you on accident, but he swiftly follows it up with, "don't come in til i say!" why? "my pants are down right now!" just listen or else he'll yell again. louder.
TANAKA, nishinoya, SUGAWARA, hanamaki
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— i have just been informed that the third pic above (right) says "fuck your mom" in chinese 💀 if anyone is offended by this kindly send me an ask n i'll change the pic accordingly. thank you <3
feedback & reblogs are always appreciated!
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igumie · 2 months ago
Random fluffy Haikyuu bf hcs
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[Tokyo revengers ver] [Obey Me ver] [bnha ver] [genshin ver]
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Kuroo who has a framed picture of you smiling on his desk at his office. He loves to stare at it during his breaks because he’s so in love with your smile, with you especially. But, Kuroo being Kuroo will obviously change the picture to you and him kissing whenever he has someone coming in his office to discuss whatever. He loves showing off your relationship because, yo, look at him. Look at how lucky he is to get someone like you to love him back.
Kenma who doodles you as some of his favourite video game characters on his notebook during class (his favourite so far is you dressed up as Zelda). Though he’ll never let anyone ever see this notebook and hides it every time you or Kuroo comes over to his house (Kuroo did once found him smiling slightly at it but didn’t say anything, he’s just happy that his best friend found someone to be in love with. He also knows that Kenma wont speak to him for a month if he brings it up).
Bokuto who thought it‘d be a good idea to put you on his shoulders while he jumped, ready to spike the ball Atsumu just set him. Yet, even when you both fall on the cold floor, you can’t seem to get mad at him. His boisterous but sweet laugh making you smile instead. He does check up on you afterwards and feels really bad. He promised he’ll buy you ice cream and will cuddle you all night long.
Akaashi who now, whenever he goes to the library, reads the books he thinks you’d like and later on, reads them to you, hoping that you’ll like them just as much as he hoped so. And if you do, you can’t imagine how happy he is, since it means that he does know you well enough to understand your likes and dislikes.
Tendou who loves to tickle you out of nowhere. Your laugh is his favourite sound ever and just knowing that you’re happy makes him happy. But he especially loves it if it’s because of him that you’re laughing. He’d also rather have you ugly laughing your ass off over anything else. He just finds it endearing, can you really blame him?
Sugawara who shows pictures of you to his little students during the day. He’ll tell them about the cute face that you made a few days ago and what your favourite food is. And when you finally visit his classroom for the first time, the kids can’t help but love you immediately, already knowing so much about you.
Kageyama who loves to burry his face in your stomach after a rough day at practice. Your smell is invading his nostrils and it relaxes him to the point where he falls asleep. Once he wakes up, he’ll be all blushy because you’re still running your hand through his hair. He’ll stutter a bit as he gets up and eventually kisses your cheek before sprinting towards the bathroom, wanting to take a shower and wash his embarrassment away. You still can’t believe how even after years of dating he still acts like he used to back in high school. But you absolutely do not mind, it’s really cute.
Tsukishima who teases you to no end when you get scared during a horror movie but is still spooning you and holding your hand because as much as he denies it, he never wants you to be afraid. He promised himself he’d keep you safe no matter what and he swore he’ll do it.
Oikawa who brags to his fan girls about how amazing, talented and beautiful you are and how lucky he is to have you. They’re not even mad, they just find it so cute how in love he is with you (even though they kinda wish it was them instead of you. They’re still happy for the two of you :)).
Iwaizumi who gently kisses your knuckles as a greeting. For him, the little gestures mean more than the big ones. For example, he’d rather gift you matching bracelets he made himself rather than a necklace bought at the jewelry store. To someone else, it might not mean much but it doesn’t matter since you know that he loves you infinity and back.
Atsumu who teaches you how to set in you guy’s shared house’s backyard. He’s so patient with you and gentle its a bit weird of him but you don’t mind at all. He laughs every time you miss but still helps you and shows you how to improve. And whenever you do it right, be ready to get kisses from a very proud and smiley Atsumu.
Osamu who makes you your lunch for every day. And it includes heart shaped onigiris, a few vegetables because “if y’a eat yer vegetables, it’ll reduce yer the risks of getting a heart attack or a stroke and y’a ain’t allowed to have that! I’ll be sad if y’a do!”, meat since “y’a need some proteins in yer pretty body!” and a little sticky note with a reminder to take care of yourself and that he can’t wait to see you at home tonight.
Suna who has multiple photo albums of you on his phone. There’s one with all the pictures you send him; one with all the pictures he took on dates with you; another one with you doing grimaces and other weird faces; one more with all the selfies he took with you etc…. sadly for him though, the twins know about this and teases him. But it’s okay since he can just say that hey, at least he‘s not single.
Kita who can’t help but smile every time he sees you. It’s automatic for him at this point. But he just loves you so much and has you so close to his heart that his chest tightens a bit at the mere thought of being away from you for too long.
Sakusa who stops by the flower shop every Friday night after his practice and gets you your favourite flowers. It doesn’t matter if you had a fight or if nothing big happened. He just wants to show you he loves you and thinks about you.
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reblogs are appreciated :)
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luvbub · 3 months ago
seeing their coworker flirt with them
feat. Tsukishima, Sakusa, Akaashi
note: not explicitly f!reader but could be perceived as such. also this isn’t really hurt/comfort lol my b
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Tsukishima always loved to tease you whenever you forgot something, joking about how you’d forget to eat if it wasn’t for him.
Well, who’s the one who forgot their lunch at home today? Not you, nope. It was your silly boyfriend. Of course, you were going to bring it to him out of the kindness of your heart. And for the opportunity to tease him back.
Fortunately, the other museum employees were already well acquainted with you, so getting to the employee lounge was a breeze.
The door to the lounge was already open, and as you poke your head inside you instantly recognize the back of your boyfriend’s head. He was sitting at one of the tables, across from him was an employee you didn’t recognize.
“You’re not eating Tsukki?” the girl asks, and you can’t help but frown at hearing her call him by this nickname. You’re sure she was a new employee, so why was she already so close with him?
“Forgot my lunch at home,” he shrugs, before continuing to scroll through his phone.
“Oh! That’s too bad, do you want some of mine?” she giggles, and you watch with your own two eyes as the girl scoops a spoonful of her dish and holds it out to your boyfriend. She wanted to feed him.
Tsukishima scooted away from her, “I’m good,” he murmurs.
His coworker pouts, leaning on the table to get closer to your boyfriend. You’re honestly not sure why you haven’t intervened yet- like clearly you hated seeing this but somehow you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything.
“Tsukki, don’t you think we should start addressing the elephant in the room?” she asks.
“We don’t have elephants at this museum. We do have a mammoth though” he responds. Honestly even though you watched this girl try to feed your boyfriend, nothing could amount to how atrocious his comeback was.
The girl laughs at your boyfriend’s words, and for a split second you’re starting to pity her.
“You know the museum doesn’t have a policy on employees dating one another....” she lets her words linger in the air for a second, waiting for Tsukishima’s response. But when he gives her none she clears her throat, continuing her spiel.
“I think that maybe we should grab something to eat. Like on a date!” she suggests.
You can’t see his face, but you’re almost positive that Tsukishima doesn’t even look up from his phone.
“I don’t even know your name” he responds, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at his sass- although you’re sure he was speaking the truth. Suddenly Tsukishima’s head quickly turns around to see you, there was no way he didn’t recognize your laughter.
Without sparing a glance to his coworker, he’s on his feet walking towards you, arms outstretched at the sight of you.
“I brought your lunch but it seems like you don’t need it” loudly sighing as you dramatically turn your head away from him. But you don’t try to resist when Tsukishima grabs your chin to face him, showcasing his annoying smirk that you loved to see.
“Aww, was someone jealous?” he teases, giving you a quick peck on the lips.
You roll your eyes at him, “Don’t flatter yourself too much Kei.” Truth be told, you were a little bit worried at the beginning, but you had faith in your boyfriend. And based on what happened, you knew you had nothing to worry about.
“What a shame, I bet you’re cute when you’re jealous” he says, taking hold of your hand and pulling you into the lounge. Tsukishima’s coworker was nowhere to be found- she must have walked past the two of you without either of you even noticing her leaving. Although you didn’t really care about her whereabouts in the first place, you’re just glad she was out of the lounge.
She would’ve been terribly embarrassed to watch as you fed your boyfriend his lunch.
“Oh, did the team get a new coach?”
You and Komori were at an MSBY Black Jackals game to cheer for Sakusa, and as the game went into a brief time out you couldn’t help but notice an unfamiliar face amongst the players and coach.
“I think she’s the coach’s assistant actually,” Komori answers.
And from the stands you watch as the coach’s assistant runs up to the team- specifically your boyfriend. You couldn’t even pretend it was a coincidence this time. The assistant seemed glued to Sakusa’s side, and seemed to only give any of her attention to him.
Sakusa seemed disinterested in the fact that the coach’s assistant was practically batting her eyelashes at him. If anything- he was ignoring her entire presence, something you were quite grateful for. Maybe you were a bit too worried over this new girl- she could just be trying to warm up to your boyfriend. After all, he had a habit of appearing as standoffish to new stranger. But still, you couldn’t shake off this bad feeling from her.
The game ended with Sakusa scoring the last point, causing you and Komori to scream for him from the audience. But in the middle of your cheers you notice the assistant run up to your boyfriend, excitedly pressing a kiss to his cheek.
Sakusa takes a step back immediately, shock written across his face. Immediately he looks to the audience, his eyes meeting yours. He desperately wanted to get a read on you, but he was only met with a blank expression.
You didn’t know how to react exactly. It’s not like Sakusa meant for this to happen- but seeing someone else kiss your boyfriend made your stomach churn.
Ultimately it was best to just find him and just talk about what happened. So instead of waiting in the main lobby like you normally did, you made your way down a different corridor that led to the locker room. Hopefully you could run into him before he went into change.
“I want her gone” you hear in the hallway just outside the locker room. It was Sakusa. You don’t turn the corner- deciding instead to eavesdrop on the conversation.
“Omi, you’re overreacting it was just a congratulatory kiss!” this voice was unfamiliar, but with common sense you knew it was the assistant. You’re not particularly fond of how she called Sakusa by a cute nickname- but then again you weren’t fond of a lot of things that she did.
“I gave you the benefit of the doubt of being friendly to me when you first started but now you’ve become nothing but an absolute nuisance to me,” Sakusa retorts, his voice as cold as ice.
“Omi-” she whines, and you can only imagine what everyone’s expression must be like.
“Coach Foster, I swear to god if you don’t fire her I’ll join the Schweiden Adlers”
There was silence. Maybe it was just shocking to hear such a threat, or maybe it was because Sakusa rarely raised his voice like that before. But the conversation went dead silent.
Soon laughter from the coach fills the hall. You’re unable to make out his words exactly, but you heard something along the lines of how he’ll take care of it. Huh, well you didn’t have to worry about her anymore. Before you’re able to walk to the main lobby- Sakusa rounds the corner, nearly bumping into you.
Without saying a word he wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your forehead.
“I’m sorry for that,” he murmurs.
“You act like it’s your fault that she latched onto you like that” you chuckle, looking up at him.
“I mean I could been more firm with my boundaries instead of brushing her off” Sakusa shrugs, placing another kiss on your forehead.
“You should’ve told her that you were some extreme germaphobe or something. And spray her with disinfectant spray or something” you giggle as Sakusa rolls his eyes at you.
“Glad to know you can still make jokes even though your wonderful boyfriend was just harassed”
Just as you’re about to reply with something just as snarky, you spot the coach’s assistant walking behind your boyfriend. Clearly she had been reprimanded, although you can't be sure what her fate was. You meet her gaze for a split second before turning back to Sakusa.
And she watches in shame as you tip toe to kiss him on the lips.
Attending Akaashi’s work party felt like a good idea when he brought it up. But now that you were there, you were slowly regretting your decision. The only person you knew was your own boyfriend. But it seemed like an important event for him, and you wanted to be with him.
“I’m gonna grab us a couple of drinks, be right back” Akaashi whispers before taking off. Maybe you should’ve gone with him- it would’ve been far better than being left alone amongst unfamiliar faces.
Not long after your boyfriend left, you feel a light tap on your shoulder. You turn around, and in front of you was a well-dressed woman. Akaashi didn’t tell you about any of his coworkers, so you honestly had no idea who this lady could be.
“Oh hi! I don’t think I recognize you- please don’t tell me you’re a coworker I don’t recognize” the woman smiles warmly, and you feel just a bit at ease,
You shake your head, “No need to worry, I’m not. I’m Y/n- I came here with Akaashi.”
Even though the woman was still smiling you noticed how the look in her eyes shifted. Her previously friendly demeanor suddenly felt cold and you couldn’t help but feel nervous around her.
“Oh! You’re Keiji’s new s/o! Well it’s lovely to meet you. I’m Keiji’s work wife.”
There was something deeply unsettling about the way she said Akaashi’s first name- as well as the way she smirked at you when she explained she was his ‘work wife’. Whatever that meant. Maybe she was just messing with you, but you really didn’t like this woman.
“Ahh, I see,” you nod, glancing around the room to find your new boyfriend.
“Yeah, and you know Keiji and I have been ‘together’ for so long now… I guess that makes you ‘the other person’ Y/n,” she giggles without an ounce of sincerity to her words.
You couldn’t say you were feeling jealous of this woman- but her words did get to you. It’s not like you were dating Akaashi for that long, was he closer to his coworker? He has known her for longer so you couldn’t be all that surprised if they had such a close relationship.
But Akaashi was dating you, wasn’t he? So why did you feel so unsure of it. Your eyes darted down, unable to meet her gaze. Clearly she was trying to rile you up- you knew it was wildly inappropriate for her to say those things. But you couldn’t muster up the courage to tell that to her face.
“Hey, you alright?” a familiar voice asks, and you look up to see Akaashi standing next to you.
“Yeah I am, just-” but you’re quickly interrupted.
“Keiji! I’m so happy you came to the work party. It wouldn’t be fun without my work husband~” the woman coos. But her own smile drops when Akaashi doesn’t even spare her a single glance. His attention was on you.
“I thought HR told you to stop calling me that,” he sighs, grabbing your hand and dragging you away. You took a moment to glance back, watching as his coworker stood there in shock before angrily turning away herself. The two of you step outside on a balcony alone, and Akaashi brought one of his hands to your cheek,
“She said something didn’t she,” Akaashi asks; his tone was much softer than how he talked to his coworker.
“It’s honestly nothing. She was probably just trying to upset me, but I’m fine,” you lightly chuckle, leaning into his touch. Any doubt or uncertainty you had was slowly melting away, and all that was left was pure love for Akaashi.
“That’s good to hear,” Akaashi murmurs before leaning in to kiss you.
There weren’t enough words to accurately describe how much Akaashi adored you. And he felt like kicking himself for leaving you alone, allowing for his annoying coworker to harass and bother you like that. But as long as you were okay, he wouldn’t make too big of a deal of this.
At the very least, the two of you would skip any future work parties and just enjoy a night in.
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bbysamu · a month ago
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⇢ Oikawa Torū, Bokuto Kotaro, Kenma Kozume, Akaashi Keiji, Kita Shinsuke, Miya Osamu, Semi Eita, Kuroo Tetsuro 
a/n: Repost from old blog, writing part 2 soon. 
⇢ masterlist 
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ꨄ OIKAWA Toru | He wanders off after thirty minutes at Sephora. The smell of the perfumes were starting to overwhelm him. He returns twenty minutes later to find you gone. “Y/N?” He whisper-yells at every aisle. Pulling out his phone, he tries to call you only to realize it was out of battery. A smart and efficient man, he doesn’t run around trying to find you, he heads straight to customer service. “Hi ma’am, I seem to have lost my baby, can you please make an announcement telling her daddy is looking for her? Her name is Y/N.” “yeah no problem.” “Y/N, Y/N, please come to customer service, your daddy is looking for you.” You roll your eyes as soon as you hear the announcement, only your husband would refer to himself in public as daddy. “how old is your child?” she whispers to Oikawa, although her voice still broadcasting, “oh she’s not my child, she’s my wife.” The woman gasps slightly, “sir that is not appropr—” the announcement cuts off, making you giggle as you make your way over to customer service to claim your husband.
ꨄ BOKUTO Kotaro | You told him you were going to go return something real quick and you’ll meet him back at the exact same place. He said he’d stay put, except he didn’t. Bokuto wanted to surprise you by following you to the store, it would’ve been kind of cute if he didn’t follow the wrong person. “boo!” The woman turns around and yelps. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I thought you were my girlfriend.” He then realizes two things: 1) he doesn’t know which store you’re at 2) he can’t find his way back to your meeting location. He pokes his head into every store at first whisper-yells your name. He decides to just shout, “Y/N WHERE ARE YOU?” on repeat. He didn’t care about the weird looks, he just had to find you. You paid no attention to the weird yelling until people around you started to say, “Y/N, come out already so this man can stop shouting.” You run towards the sound of his voice and see two security guards talking to him. “there she is!” He points at you. “I’m so sorry for causing trouble officers.” As soon as the guards were gone, you smack him on the chest. “Ko! couldn’t you just call me?” “oh yeah” He smiles sheepishly as you shake your head.
ꨄ KENMA Kozume | It’s definitely his fault for losing you. You told him to stay put for five minutes, but how could he when he sees the newest Playstation on display. You find him easily of course, “babe, I’m going to check out the sale at Nordstrom.” “uh-huh, okay.” He replies without registering what you had said. By the time he finishes playing, his phone is out of battery and he has no idea what you had gone. Too shy to go to customer service and to yell, Kenma decides to just visit every store you could’ve possibly gone to. After the tenth store, the tenth being Victoria Secret and getting weird looks, Kenma has had enough. Finally musters up the courage to go to customer service to borrow the phone. “where are you?!” He exclaims angrily. “I’m at Nordstrom. And what are you getting angry for? I told you.” Kenma suddenly remembers your words and sulks all the way over to Nordstrom, frustrated he spent all that time looking for you.
ꨄ AKAASHI Keiji | Rarely loses you, but today, you just had to run off after hearing word that Bretman Rock was at the same mall as you. Akaashi returns to your table confused with your smoothie in hand. At first just sits down at the table, hoping you’ve just run off to the bathroom. When you don’t return after ten minutes, Akaashi calls you. “babe where are you? I got the smoothie already?” “Keiji I can’t talk right now, it’s almost my turn. Oh Bretman!” The phone cuts off. Akaashi thinks to himself “who the heck is Bretman.” Starts to get worried, “is Bretman an ex I didn’t know about?” Tries to call you again only to get more worried when it goes straight to voicemail. Starts pacing back and forth until he sees the flyer, “Youtube Beauty Guru Bretman Rock Fanmeet at 2F”. Akaashi visibly relaxes as he makes his way over to the fan meet, thinking how your smoothie has turned into juice by now.
ꨄ KITA Shinsuke | The only reason he lost you was because you excitedly got out of the elevator at the wrong floor and the door closes before you could hop back in. “babe, just stay there i’ill come find you!” “okay!” The door closes and your husband sighs. Getting off at the floor above, Kita starts to make his way down, hoping you would actually stay put. He sighs again when he doesn’t see you waiting for him. He pulls out his phone, only to see there was no reception. Immediately, looks around and once he realizes this was the floor with all the makeup counters, Kita was able to find you. Just as he suspected, you were in Sephora. “honey, what’d I say about waiting for me by the elevator?” “I did wait for a bit, but then I realized you’ll be able to find me, you always do”. You smile so sweetly, Kita couldn’t help but smile back. “That’s true. So what’d you got in your basket there?”
ꨄ MIYA Osamu | He lost you because he got distracted by the free samples and didn’t realize you’ve kept walking without him. And you kept walking without realizing your husband has long left your side to grab some free food. “hey babe, try this.” He says to the empty air. “babe?” He pouts slightly when he realizes you’re gone. Osamu doesn’t go looking for you, this occurrence has definitely happened one-too-many times. Instead, he stays by the free food, occasionally sneaking in another sample when the worker wasn’t looking. “Samu!” He perks up at the sound of your voice. “Y/N, you gotta come try this!” “Samu! What did I say about not being distracted by food. This is like the third time this month already.” He looks at you apologetically before leading your hand over to the free foods, “yeah I know, but princess you gotta try these!”
ꨄ SEMI Eita | Your husband stands outside Victoria Secret looking rather flustered. All it took was a minute of not paying attention to you and you mumbled something about needing a new bra and ran off. “Y/n!” He whisper-yells, ignoring the weird looks thrown his way. He finally steps into the store, simultaneously overwhelmed and dizzy by the sheer size of the store and the candy-sweet fragrance. He tried to look for you, but soon gave up realizing it’ll take too long. He approaches one of the counters. “excuse me, my wife is somewhere in this maze of bras and I can’t find her. Do you mind make an announcement for me?” “sure!” The woman giggles, eyeing Semi up and down. “attention. attention. Y/N. Y/N. Your very handsome husband is here looking for you. Please come to counter number 1.” Semi blushes at her words but smiles in relief when he sees you running up to him. You quickly said your thanks and drag him out the store. “gosh, babe, I can’t bring you anywhere without someone trying to hit on you.” Semi picks up your hands, intertwining them with his. “that’s why you shouldn’t run off and should stay by my side at all times.”
ꨄ KUROO Tetsuro | To be honest, he’s not quite sure how he lost you. The two of you were just doing some window-shopping when you suddenly disappeared. Fortunately, Kuroo knows exactly how to deal with a situation like this. He knows his wife well and knows how easily embarrassed you are. He draws in a deep breath and shouts, “MARCO!” Kuroo was quite thick-skinned, easily able to ignore the stunned looks thrown his way. He grins when he sees you running towards him. “Kuroo Tetsuro, I’m gonna kill you when we get home.” “honey, that’s the wrong response.” “what?” you hiss at him. He looks down at you, “you’re supposed to say polo.” “you’re a dead man.” He grabs your left hand and plants a light kiss on them, “if you don’t wanna play Marco Polo in public, don’t run off by yourself.”
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yum3-rin · 3 months ago
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— hands ?
suna, tsukishima, akaashi x gn!r
no warnings i think ; fluff
suna my lover boy lol repost
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# suna
you hugged his back, chin perched on his shoulder while he played a game with the twins. you were watching his game, seriously you were, until you glanced down at his watch which rested in his lap, attached to a controller. whilst he clicked away, you couldn't help but admire the way his hands held the small object, they were so... large compared to the controller, slender, his nails painted pink from two nights before after you'd begged him to let you pain them. they were, dare you say, pretty.
you sat there watching his hands for around 15 minutes and he must've felt it because when he asked, "whatcha starin' at pretty?" you felt a heat rush to your cheeks faster than you could answer him, you were slightly embarrassed. "uhmm nothing." it came out more like a question rather than an answer which makes him let out a breath that you recognized as a laugh, "are you sure?" by now you can hear atsumu yelling at him through his headset that he's making them lose but suna doesn't seem to care as he mutes his friends, eyes now on you. "you've been quiet. what's on your mind, baby?" he cups his hand over your cheek and soothes your warm skin, running a cold thumb over the bags of your eye. "your hands... i just thought they were pretty."
you can see his eyes glance to the hand cupping your cheek before staring back into, what felt like, your soul, "you think so?" his lips curl into a grin, "thank you." he rubs the skin under your eye a few more times before raising this other hand to cup the opposite cheek and giving your face a squeeze, "i think your face is pretty." he says before kissing your lips. you can only let out a muffled, "thank you." as he laughs at you, "you're too cute, really."
# tsukishima
you sat in his lap as he helped with you your homework just like every other friday afternoon. honestly you were listening to his lesson or at least you were trying to but he was making it so hard. you'd never realized his hands were so... pretty. of course you'd held them, kissed them, seen them before, etc. you'd just never really recognized them as 'pretty' until he was writing down a math equation on the notebook paper in front of you.
finally, when you stop your 'mhms' he knows you're no longer listening to his explanation, he wraps his free arm around your waist and pulls you into his chest, "you're not listening. getting sleepy? we can take a break if you want." you're immediately snapped out of your thoughts at his words. "what? no, no! i was just spaced out, sorry." you ramble, "can you... start over? i'll listen this time." he rolls his eyes and hugs you tighter, "okay, so you start here-" not even three sentences in you feel yourself staring again and, of course he notices. "listen, if you need a break that's fine, we can-" "no no kei, it's just that... i can't concentrate. i'm not tired it's... it's your hand..." he raises a brow and moves his hand slightly. honestly you didn't even know how to describe his hands. of course you see them all the time, why were you only just noticing how nice they looked? all slender and long, they were just... pretty.
"what about my hand, baby?" he asks, tone a little teasing. you reach for his other hand which is hooked around your waist and hold it up for him to see, playing with his fingers. "they're really pretty." you sigh, pressing a kiss to the pads of his pointer finger. he fights the blush threatening his cheeks, "this is what you're so concerned about?" "mhm" and he laughs, "well, thank you for the compliment." he says, pressing a kiss to where your jaw meets your neck, "are you gonns sit here and play with my fingers for the rest of the day or continue with the lesson? i guess i don't mind either way."
# akaashi
it was normal for you to sit in his lap while he did paperwork, sitting in a comfortable silence together. you often found yourself staring at his hands, writing, typing, or even just sitting there, they always looked so pretty. though you'd never told him about this thought. currently, you had a concentrated look contorted on your face as you stared, a look he seemed to notice. "everything okay, angel?" he nudges you with his elbow which snaps you out of your thoughts, "hm? oh yeah, i'm fine." you straighten your back and give him a reassuring smile, "are you sure? you look tired, you don't have to sit with me ya know? go take a nap if you're feeling sleepy." he kisses your cheek and smiles at you innocently.
"keiji," you giggle, "i'm not sleepy, plus i wanna sit with you. i was just zoned out." you rub your eyes, though, now that you were thinking about it, maybe you were a little sleepy. "what were you so focused on then?" "your hands." you're honest and he's confused. "what you mean? what's wrong with them?" he inspects them and you shake your head, grabbing them. "nothing's wrong with them, keji. i just think they're really pretty." you confess, kissing the knuckles on each hand, "pretty?" "mhm." "how's that?" "well, i dunno. they're just nice to look at. oh! and mine fits in them really well, like a puzzle piece, look." you lace your fingers between his and show him what you mean and he realizes you're right. "see, not to big not too small, and they're super soft too." you smile and he nods. "i see what you mean, about the puzzle piece i mean."
"so you agree? you have really pretty hands." he nods "well i guess, but i think yours are nicer than mine. it's your hand that fits so well into mine, they were made for me i think." pink rushes to his cheeks as he says it, "was that weird to say?" "no! i think you're right, baby." you offer him a smile and he returns it, kissing the back of your hand which he held. "thank you for the compliment by the way." you nod and yawn, stretching your arms out, "i knew you were getting sleepy, lets go take a nap."
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escapenightmare · a month ago
haikyuu when you catch them staring at you.
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oikawa tries to look smug and hot but his genuine smile betrays him when you make eye contact. his eyes are slightly sparkling when you smile back at him before you turn back to listen to the teacher and he can't concentrate in class afterwards, and just smiles goofily at his open book.
akaashi thought he wasn't one for staring, but he couldn't help it. he regretted all his life choices the moment you caught his eye and he can't help but dart his eyes back down to his book in real embarrassment, gripping his pen so tight he thought it would break.
atsumu grins, hoping the teacher won't catch you two in the small moment. you smile back at him and turn away but he keeps looking at you with a soft smile on his face, leaning his head on the palm of his hand like a lovesick teenager — which he is.
osamu isn't as lowkey as he thought he was and his eyes widen when you catch him staring at you with a gentle smile. you quickly wave at him, and he freezes before relaxing and giving a small wave back. you go back to your notes but he's a mess and can feel his heart thump against his ribcage.
suna also thought he was being slick and lowkey but he definitely wasn't. he playfully smirks at you and you look away after shaking your head in fake disappointment. suna stifles a laugh and smiles, a blush creeping up his neck.
bokuto's eyes instantly light up and he grins, showing his happiness. you smile at his cheerfulness and he has to cover his mouth to stop himself from laughing out loud when you make a goofy face afterwards. he's overjoyed to be acknowledged by you and it shows.
kenma doesn't stare at people, but his eyes gradually drifts to where you sit. you meet his eyes by accident but smile at him nonetheless. he tries to smile at you, or do anything to not seem like a creep but all he can do is nod. he's just that flustered.
bnha version.
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semifilms · a month ago
you were frantically looking around the room tossing things aside when he walked in. “what are you doing?” he asked, face scrunched up in confusion at the sight before him. “i’m looking for my hoodie,” you explained. “y’know the black one with one pocket?” you finished as you lifted up the blankets on your bed. still no hoodie.
he looked even more confused as he tried to envision the hoodie you described. then it hit him. “you mean my hoodie?” he corrected with the click of his tongue.
“same difference.”
SEMI, sugawara, tsukishima, SAKUSA, ATSUMU, OSAMU, akaashi, daichi, ARAN, kita, SUNA, yaku, kuroo, KENMA
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yesamu · 3 months ago
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DilfcoachIwa - Lives the time of his life teasing you in the locker room. He promised to get his hands on the young hot manager - now that you’ve creamed around his fingers for the third time - he hums in approval. “See you later, tonight” [ ⚠︎ ]
TeacherKuroo - Has fantasies of fucking his perfect little student’s cunt. To your oblivion, the nerdy teacher observes you as you walk out, biting his lip. He can just picture his hands roaming around your dips and curves. [ ⚠︎ ]
ActorBokuto - Reading thirst tweets on buzz feed. Laughing at the deprived statements. “I can do this - not with you. I have a pretty little thing at home that I can ‘bust in’ ” [ ⚠︎ ]
VirginSakusa - Has only ever jerked off to your image. His imagination always running wild, he cums moaning out your name silently so the rest of the MSBY don’t wake up. [ ⚠︎ ]
PornstarMattsun - You’re his favorite co-star. Something about your drenched hole makes him run wild. As soon as he plunges into you, he forgets that he’s on set. [ ⚠︎ ]
CheaterAtsumu - Understands perfectly that his lovely wife is at home waiting for him. It doesn’t matter. She doesn’t compare to you at all. You bring excitement to his game - she doesn’t. If he comes to divorce her, she’ll be the last person he ever cheats on. [ ⚠︎ ]
SecurityOsamu - Knows you’ll show up to the club. Not only is his dick excited - he is too. He wants to see what excuse you make up this time to leave your friends at the dance floor to disappear with him into the bathrooms to suck him off. [ ⚠︎ ]
Father-in-lawMeian - His son doesn’t satisfy you. He can see it. Your eyes say it all. The look of want in his own doesn’t go away until he has you up against the shower wall “shhh sweetheart, you don’t want anyone to hear, now do ya ?” [ ⚠︎ ]
PriestAkaashi - Never had he sinned. His cock is the one that will drive him straight to hell. It’s worth it if the nun he has bent over in the cathedral is crying from overstimulation. [ ⚠︎ ]
FratboyOikawa - Says he doesn’t fall in love. As soon as you spread your lips for him, his words work against him. He follows you around campus trying to get your attention - sadly you only want him for a good fuck. [ ⚠︎ ]
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sweetsbysatori · 4 months ago
haikyuu characters when they hear you crying in the shower
a/n: was sobbing in the shower today i’m pretty sure my neighbors heard me! lol anyways a hug from tendou would hit so different rn :(
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bursts into the bathroom and hops into the shower with his clothes still on and comforts you. pulls you flush against his chest, his wet t-shirt sticking against his skin and yours, and while gently rubbing his thumb against the crown of your head, he whispers, “it’s okay, love. i’m here, i gotcha.”
atsumu, BOKUTO, oikawa, hinata, TENDOU, nishinoya, kuroo, lev, hoshiumi, koganegawa
opens the bathroom door and sits on the countertop, keeping you company. asks you about what’s bothering you, being patient with you and allowing you time to collect your thoughts and never pushing you to share more than what you’re comfortable with. “what’s wrong, sweetheart? you know you could always tell me anything.”
SUGAWARA, osamu, suna, iwaizumi, TANAKA, matsukawa, hanamaki, hirugami
gives you time and space to get all your emotions out, but as soon as you exit the bathroom door, he pulls you into a tight hug, squeezing your shoulders between his muscular arms. he plants soft kisses on your forehead before leading you to the bedroom. a cuddle session ensues and he gently asks, “i heard you crying in the shower, angel. tell me, what’s on your mind?”
ushijima, DAICHI, kita, aran, yamaguchi, AKAASHI, goshiki, komori, meian
doesn’t ask you about it at all because he figures that you might grow embarrassed if he did. but that doesn’t mean he cares any less— he spends the next day taking extra good care of you, cooking you your favorite food for dinner, bringing home a bouquet of flowers after work, cuddling with you on the couch while a movie plays. and as the end credits roll, he’ll whisper against your half-asleep body, “you are so loved. don’t you ever forget that.”
kenma, tsukishima, SAKUSA, kageyama, asahi, KYOTANI, semi, aone
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tohrutetsumu · 4 months ago
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haikyuu boys + where they let you sleep on
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— HIS SHOULDER, on train rides going home from uni. it calms him as much as it calms you. on slow days, he glances at your sleeping face, focusing on loose strands that fall over your nose and instinct takes over as his fingers move to tuck them behind your ear. his eyes widen at his own gesture, but they gingerly soften as he sits back and relaxes, faint smile gracing his lips as he lolls his head above yours, relishing your proximity in silence.
TSUKISHIMA, nishinoya, kenma, kageyama, SAKUSA, kunimi, aone, goshiki
— HIS LAP, as you chill with him in the park, resting on a bench or a neatly laid picnic mat. the two of you watch the clouds idly as you talk about the most mundane stuff, your day and his, and sometimes discussions get a little too philosophical but that only makes you fall more deeply in love with his mind. doubly so when he caresses your hair as he drones, and all that's in your head as your consciousness drifts away to the sound of his voice is gods, what had i done in my previous life to have this man around?
yamaguchi, hinata, AKAASHI, yaku, osamu, KITA, sugawara, daishou, hoshiumi, ennoshita
— HIS CHEST, while huddled on the couch, your hand pressed lightly on the plane of his stomach, cheeks pink as his even heartbeat lulls you to sleep. air ghosts the top of your crown as he takes in your peaceful and placid form, admiring how beautiful you are, smiling despite exhaustion, never mind that you left his question about the movie you're both watching unanswered. he runs a gentle hand and plants a featherlight kiss on your hair before his arm falls to your shoulder, pulling you close as he joins you in dreamland.
KUROO, oikawa, ATSUMU, terushima, hanamaki, iwaizumi, tanaka, DAICHI, suna, semi
— THE LENGTH OF HIS BODY, because the entirety of you draped over him is the best recharge after part-time jobs and bone-breaking trainings. your warmth bleeds through your pjs down his skin and nerve ends, replenishing spent energies, both of you like plants being watered back to life. it's hard to disentangle from him once you're in, what with the strong arms that keep you at bay, the lean pecs which you find yourself feeling every so often. you don't mind, really, being held like this. he doubles as your pillow and your stuffed toy, and you'll choose him over your bed every single time.
BOKUTO, asahi, aran, kindaichi, ushijima, kyotani, MATSUKAWA, lev, meian, tendou
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missycherries · 4 months ago
Haikyuu boys who got the "cold" hands, and you know what they do to warm them?? They sneak their hands under their your hoodie and cup your soft and warm boobs because that's the best source of warmth that makes them groan out of the immense pleasure that courses through their palms. But they don't fail to notice how your nipples perk up and swell under his actions and the little gasps that leave your pretty lips which are music to his ears but he needs to hear you more, for you to BEG more. So he subtly leaves with his warmed up hands and spares you a side glance over his shoulders with a slight peak of his upturned lips that barely lie between a smile and a smirk. But he knows that he's got you, you need him more as well and you would come to him right?
SUNA (I was literally thinking of him haha), Oikawa, MATSUKAWA, Semi, TENDOU, OSAMUUU, Sugawara, KENMA, Tsukishima, KUROO, Akaashi (he'll be a gentleman but loves to see you crawl towards him 🥺), Konoha, FUTAKUCHI.
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<Minors and ageless blogs DNI>
a/n : is this my indirect way of saying which hq men are a sucker for your tits (like literally) ? Probably yes, who knows?!
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kshira · 4 months ago
ft. iwaizumi, kuroo, hinata, tendou, osamu, bokuto, akaashi, mattsun
tw. fem!reader, cursing, praise, dirty talk, creampie, breeding kink, dom! w/ sub! reader
an. part one here! <3
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one roll of his hips and iwaizumi bottoms out inside you, larger palms coming up to grip the back of your thighs, “i-i love you” he utters, struggling to reel focus on anything but your pussy sucking him in. “i love you so much, so fuckin’ much” your heart flutters at his honey laced words, olive hues washing over your face. yet his vision knocks down to your pussy as iwaizumi spews more sugary phrases, “i love this pussy so much.” your eyes gloss over, taunting black and reminiscing pleasure as iwaizumi brings his elbows beside your head and rocking his hips maliciously. “don’t want anybody else, pussy so good, so good for me” iwaizumi snaps his hips and a smirk toys with his lips when you arch your body against his own. exposed, raw length slides inside your warm walls and it’s driving him over the edge. “shit, i think—i think i’m gonna fuckin’ cum” iwaizumi moves with vigor, mindlessly pumping his fat cock inside you and he’s in love— madly, helplessly, in love with your pussy and fucking you raw made him fall even deeper.
kuroo feels so exposed, completely naked above you, smooth legs thrown over his shoulder, sweat beading on his forehead while kuroo slicks back the raven strands. a subtle brush of his cock across your slick folds and he’s gasping for air—for something, whether it’s too much or not enough kuroo can only slowly guide his cock through to your hole, muscles tightening in his gut when the vice grip welcomes him. “god, you’re so tight” kuroo groans, sucking a stale breath into his lungs and flickering his eyes to your face, “you’re really, really fucking tight, angel” kuroo can’t believe the words flutter through his lips like a gentle melody, blurring between lines as he sinks deeper into your hole, hissing at the stretch cascading across the length. you only clench back at your boyfriend, the way he’s collapsing above you and whimpering at the sensitive jolts across his cock. “d-don’t do that, don’t fucking do that, i’ll cum” kuroo grits his teeth, and you take the initiative to just taunt him back with another grip against his cock. “is that what you want, princess? make a mess in this pretty little hole?” kuroo cups your cheeks, face crashing against your own as he pulls your lip between his teeth, “maybe if i cum inside you it’ll be easier to move, pretty baby.”
his name is left like a prayer on your lips, blossoming into another rich moan as hinata nestles his face into the crook of your neck, sucking against the skin. “do i make you feel good, pretty girl?” hinata rises from his spot, raising his face to meet yours, breath brushing past your lips, “i can feel everything, how much this pussy clings to me.” hinata can only smile back when your orbs reflect bliss, fucked out condition, timid at the edges as they crease but legs spreading wider for him. he’s under a wave, the water crashing onto his body with every stroke, cock aliging just right to hit that sweet spot, juices surging through his length and hinata feels like his lungs are succumbing to the liquids. your hands wrap around his neck for leverage while hinata moves faster, pounding strokes with vigor, calloused fingers searing against your flesh and the moment comes, unraveling as he shoots his pretty white load inside you. “feel that princess? all this cum is for you, all for you and that perfect pussy” hinata places a kiss against your forehead, lungs finally able to breath in this newfound glory of fucking your hole raw.
tendou is nervous, watching your body crawl over to him, a crimson set of eyes attempting to collect your form settling on his lap and hands brought up to cup his cheeks, “are you sure you want this?” tendou asks quietly, the hum vibrates his lips when you reply back with a deepening kiss. tendou is closer to you than he ever has been, of course sex isn’t what he’s thinking—it’s the thought of you sinking down on his length with no condom—nothing, just your warm walls and his bare cock. it’s a feeling tendou wishes he could relive over and over, your hands slowly grab hold of his shoulders, lips parting and nose scrunching when your hips begin to move. tendou body begins to crumble under you, struggling to bring his hands up to capture your curves and gripping the flesh, “all mine, you’re all mine.” tendou grunts when your fingers card through his scarlet locks, thoughts drift in his mind while his length drags across your velvet walls. “tell me i’m all yours” tendou whispers, lips parting when he feels the way your pussy gushes around him, slick slathering his thighs, “tell me this pussy is all mine.” and that’s when his composure drops, arms wrapping around your body like a vine, pounding harder up into your hole and tendou fucks you for the words, to imprint him—and only him, that your cunt belongs to tendou. “it’s all yours satori” your voice meekly radiates over his lips and tendou smiles, “always, always mine” he murmurs capturing your lips.
osamu is caught under your spell, his fist gripping the sheets while you bounce on his cock, eyes knocking white with every single thrust down on his rigid cock. “angel, ya gotta slow down” osamu grits back, halting your movements and dragging his eyes up to your face, “it feels so fuckin’ good, just wanna stay like this.” his arms pull you down flush to his chest, gripping you tighter, “i don’t wanna cum yet” osamu utters, slowly guiding your body under him so osamu can fully admire you. “you cum first pretty girl” osamu smirks, thrusting his cock inside your hole and internally wincing at the warm walls sucking him right in. and he thought he’d be in control, fucking you without a condom but with your orgasm bubbling around him, osamu clenches again, holding back the pleasure from washing over him. “that’s my girl, cum pretty on my cock” osamu groans, reeling his hips back to see the white ring wrapped around his length, and with a blister snagging deep in his stomach osamu flickers his eyes, heat dancing in the orbs, “tell me you want my cum, princess—tell me you want it all.”
“kōtarō, i don’t want a condom this time” you watch bokuto pull the condom from his teeth and hold it in his hands “you want me to fuck you raw?” he asks, a playful smile toying with his lips, “y-yes” you stammer, noticing your boyfriend toss the plastic aside and spreading your thighs. “i’ll be gentle this time, i promise” bokuto beams, nestling between your legs and fisting his aching cock, glancing down to your cunt—a sheen moisture of your juices spread across the folds and bokuto stomach swirls at the sight. “you’re so beautiful” bokuto leans down, groaning the words through your lips while he works his cock inside you, stuttered moans spewing from his lips, “oh angel, oh fuck” bokuto heaves, searching for ground, struggling to move with the tight hold your pussy has on him, and bokuto tips over, crashing his body against yours while he barely moves inside you. “god, i wanna cum already” bokuto pants, calloused fingers gripping your cheeks and shakily holding them tight, his golden orbs bore into you and the singe of pain ruptures through his length. “i wanna cum over and over in this hole, make it mine baby, all fuckin’ mine” bokuto needlessly grinds his cock because it’s not the first load that will make him want more, it’s the amount of cum he can fuck back into what’s his.
akaashi mind feels like a cold night, stale wind blowing through his head while he ghosts his way up to your body, fingers saturated with your slick and throat bobbing with a heavy lump. akaashi swallows, chest surging with pleasure with the words still fermenting in his brain. “fuck me raw this time” was what you asked him, simple yet it’s far more than that while akaashi creeps his fingers along your skin, goosebumps rippling in effect, “can i cum inside you?” akaashi questions, nerves prickling his lips—it feels vile, something so different from the usual routine but ignites a simmering coal inside his stomach. “p-please, want your cum” it’s a phrase that burns hotter the moment akaashi swallows your moans, lifts your leg for a better angle and fucks you with an addictive thrusts of leaking his seed inside you. “you’re so perfect” akaashi whispers, carding his slender fingers through his hair and he could cum right now with the feeling alone but this moment feels just so surreal and feels so fucking good. so akaashi will hold off, make you cream around his cock as many times as you can because addiction to your pussy will not stop after one load of his seed.
matsukawa blinks twice after you ask him to go raw this time even going as far as repeating the words over and over until it registers in his brain—which it doesn’t. “let’s go slow” he murmurs, lazy eyes looking you over and you nod slowly, noticing truly how heavy his cock sits against his toned stomach. “i want you to feel everything, pretty girl” a lazy grin sewed to his lips, and matsukawa decides to hoist you on his cock and bury himself inside you, back flush against his chest. this way, his hands can memorize your body tremble and quiver from his raw, throbbing cock, a hand steady matsukawa pushes you down on the bed, taking you from behind he thinks—will be better on him. with a guided hand matsukawa nails trace along your back, agonizingly moving with a slow tempo while his cock moves inside you—inch by inch. “fuck you’re so wet” matsukawa groans, pushing further until the tip bumps against your sweet spot. “i-i don’t think i can move slow, angel” matsukawa stutters out, screwing his eyes shut as your pussy drools and clenches around his length. a whine back bellows in his ears, ringing through the tunnel and drilling into his head—“can i angel? can i fuck this pussy like it deserves?” matsukawa moans, holding his lip between his teeth and landing a hand on your ass. and you can’t deny the way you adore your boyfriend struggling to hold off, slamming his hips against you and a slew of moans bubbling from his lips, “gonna spray my cum on your back first but the next one? it’s all for you princess, right in that messy hole.”
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scandescent · 5 months ago
♡ Sharing -: ✧ :-゜・.
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✧ Summary: Haikyuu captains sharing you with their best friends.
✧ Characters: Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Daichi, Sugawara, Kita, Aran, Atsumu, Ushijima, Tendou, Kuroo, Kenma, Bokuto, Akaashi.
✧ CW. AFAB reader, consensual cucking, voyeurism, dom! W/sub! Reader, size k!nk, dacryphilia, oral (m. & f. Receiving), fingering, spank!ng, dirty talk, pu$sy slap, edging, overstim, full Nelson, chok!ng, degradation, praise, handjob(?), exhibitionism, MDNI
Tokyo rev version
#tags. @festive @yuujispinkhair @shigadabni (come get ur blond fox) @r1nf4iry
Reblogs and interactions are appreciated!
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»» Oikawa + Iwaizumi
“If you want to come you better beg." A deep growl falls on your ears but how can you form any words when the muscular ace has his cock buried so deep inside you. Rough palms pressed your knees to your chest and with each thrust, he hit your cervix
"Hajime, please please, need to cum s'bad," Your clouded mind forgot your brunette lover's presence. But you're soon reminded when your wrist is grabbed by a large hand,"No slacking off, baby." Oikawa guides your fist on his cock, leaky tip throbbing under your touch.
“Don’t forget who you belong to.” The possessive tint to his words made your pussy clench around his friend's cock,"'m sorry, Tooru," Your hand resumes to jerk him while Iwaizumi wrecked your pussy with rough strokes right on your cervix.
Just as you feel the band in your belly snap, a feeling of emptiness washes over you. The spikey haired ace fisted his angry red dick at the sight of you whimpering underneath them,"Aww, did you really think you're allowed to cum on anything other than my cock?"
Oikawa coos, kneading your breasts in his large palms before pinching the hard buds harshly. Iwaizumi chuckles at your squeak, releasing hot spurts of white on your fluttering cunt. He delivered a hard slap on your pussy,"Be good f'your boyfriend, yeah?"
»» Daichi + Sugawara
“You feel amazing.” Pretty brown eyes admire you with gentle hands tracing your body,"No more," Your hot palms pressed on the setter's chest as your body trembled above him,"No more, daddy." Your eyes flew to land on the captain's dark brown ones, begging for relief.
“You can take it, you’ve done it before.” His smirk told you he won't let you rest anytime soon, “Be a good girl for daddy.” Sugawara's hands cupped your breasts as they slid up your torso slowly, drumming his fingers gently on your heated skin
"Yeah be a good girl for daddy." With a shuddering breath, you resume bouncing on the grey haired man's cock, your pussy quivering from overstimulation. They had made you cum thrice on their mouths and fingers before this and you're sure the session is barely over,
"Think you can take Asahi next, baby?"
»» Ushijima + Tendou
Through your blurred gaze you could see the red haired man's smirk,"You look cute like this, baby." Breasts heaving with shallow pants from the two men's antics as you whimper,"'Toshi, please, lemme cum, will be good f'ya'."
Your sob clashes with Tendou's chuckle,"Where's the fun in that?" Long fingers slide inside your folds with ease,"When we can have you moaning like a whore like this," Your thighs close around his arm when he nudges your sweet spot again.
“Be a good girl and spread your legs.” A deep voice rumbles near your chest and soon your nipple is engulfed in a hot mouth,"Maybe he'll let you cum then." You don't believe him but you obey your dark haired boyfriend's words anyway.
Ushijima gives a rewarding tweak to your other bud and watches with amused eyes as you squirm under him. Tendou hums, pressing his thumb to your clit and teasing the puffy bundle of nerves till you're crying out all sweet for him,“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you." Maybe he will let you cum this time.
»» Kuroo + Kenma
“Use your tongue.” Kuroo whispered into your skin as his hands wrapped around your body, holding you still for his friend. Dyed blond locks brushed soft on your thighs with Kenma's hum resonating against your wet folds.
The setter pressed a kiss on your puffy clit before licking a smooth strip up your slit. Kuroo's knees held your legs apart so that you don't crush Kenma's head. A globe of hot liquid dropped on your pussy followed by a soft snicker.
Your head falls back on the team captain's shoulders with an unintentionally loud moan as Kenma slides in two slender fingers through your entrance.
"Be quiet," Kuroo purrs in your ear, fingers massaging your breasts through your shirt. He's got you on his lap in the boy's locker room as his friend knelt between your legs,“If we get caught I’m killing you.”
Your complain dies down to a whimper when Kenma curls his fingers upwards,“Oh kitten, don’t make me tell you twice." Kuroo pinches both your nipples with a devious smirk.
»» Bokuto + Akaashi
Your mind is foggy as your jaw aches from hanging open for so long but the hand behind your your head keeps you from pulling away as the dark haired setter in front of you continued to fuck your face,“You’re so sexy when you’re hot and bothered.”
A moan vibrated on Akaashi's cock at his captain's words,"Fuck," Hearing the usually composed and calculated man curse under his breath made a fresh gush of arousal wash over you,"Oh, oh fuck,” Bokuto's golden eyes roll back from how good your cunt feels around him, tighter and wetter than ever before.
“You can get louder, can’t you?” His grip on your hips becomes almost bruising as he goes harder, plunging his cock deeper. Bringing his palm down on your ass, Bokuto snickers,"Be a bit louder for us, yeah?" Akaashi's hips stutter from the loud whimper you let out. His vein pulses on your tongue before he's cumming in your mouth,"Swallow."
Another slap is delivered on the aching cheek when you falter at your boyfriend's command. His junior shudders when he feels you gulp around his sensitive cock before pulling out,"Good girl." He caresses your tear stained face. Your arms give out under you when Bokuto starts fucking you mercilessly.
Grabbing your wrists, he pulls them behind you as his hips met yours with messy wet slaps,"Now, I want to hear you scream."
»» Kita + Aran
"Too big," You huff, pressing your cheek to the sheets,"Please, can't." A dark hand takes your chin softly and turns you to face brown eyes,"But you're doing s'good for me, darling." Aran pants as your walls wrap snug around his hard length,"She can take it,"
Your lashes flutter up to meet your boyfriend's eyes, a regaled shade of lust hazing them. Kita smiled down at you,"Right?"
Not trusting your voice, you nod with a whimper. Immediately cursing yourself for that when Aran thrusts lightly inside you and your back arches because of how his thick cock pushes in your tight cunt
"Aran, please," The said man can't help the low growl originating in his chest at your mewl.
You look so cute like this, tiny hands clawing at his bare chest as he fucks you dumb in front of his captain,"Hm, darling?" His appreciative hum is followed by a roll of his hips, he'll show you just how grateful he is that he got to be here, buried in your pussy.
»» Kita + Atsumu
“This feels dirty.”
“That's because it is.” Kita's lips mould into a smirk at his junior's words. You tuck your face in the blond's neck with a whimper,“Don’t pretend to be s'innocent.” The wall is cold on your naked back but Atsumu's body is hot against yours,"Not when yer' takin' my dick s'well."
His lips are a breath away from the shell of your ear. Large palms hooked under your thighs to hoist you up as he rut into you, cock hitting all the good places inside your pussy,"In front of yer' boyfriend none the less."
"'Tsumu!" Your ankles lock around his waist as your arms wrap around his shoulders,"Aw are ya' shy?" He bites your earlobe, pulling it slightly before releasing the burning cartilage. You whimper in response,"Drop the facade, y/n."
A cool hand slithers around your neck before fingers press into your jaw and turn you to meet the blond's captain,"I know you love this." Kita's lips are on yours, whisper fanning your skin before he kissed you
"No need to pretend you don't want Atsumu's cock to rearrange your guts." His words made your walls squeeze impossibly around his junior, who grunted and stilled so as not to cum right away,"Yeah? That right, baby?"
You whimper against your white haired boyfriend's lips,"Then admit it."
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