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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 months

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Karasuno, Nekoma and Seijoh:

Miss Manager and the Mystery Man

Karasuno x Fem! manager; Nekoma x Fem! manager; Seijoh x Fem! manager

Warnings: jealousy, mostly fluff

AN: this is a request, I kept it kind of generic and mostly platonic

Karasuno

Most chaotic reaction goes to Karasuno 🏆

It happens at nationals

The team is brimming with excitement and nervousness as they prepare to take on Inarizaki

You, on the other hand, are relatively calm

You know your boys and how talented each and every one of them is

There’s no doubt in your mind that they will win

While they stretch, you mindlessly jot down things to remember, stats you want to collect

“YN is that you?” A voice rings from behind you as you turn to see your cousin standing right there

“Omg hi!! It’s so good to see you!” You bellow in excitement as you quickly leap into his arms from a big hug

The team is watching, utterly confused

Why are you hugging this person? Why is this person a man??

They instantly go on guard

Tanaka and Noya are growling low

Suga and Enoshita watch with narrowed eyes

Kageyama isn’t even paying attention let’s be real 😅

Asahi is concerned

Kiyoko is all smiles because she knows who the man is and is happy for you

Hinata looks confused, as does the rest of the team

Daichi narrows his eyes, but decides to approach

“Uhh hey YN, who is this?” He questions, guard up but still giving the stranger the benefit of doubt

Of course, that is before Hinata jumps in and says

“Is this your boyfriend Yn??” He screeches as the entire team stops

Some hold their breath, others just stand there

And some, well some freak out

“Who the heck do you think you are city boy??” Tanaka provinces, getting right into said city boys name

“Some guy who apparently thinks he’s good enough for OUR YN!” Noya shouts, only encouraging Tanaka

Poor Yachi is standing there, no idea how to react

You just stand there, rolling your eyes because of course this is the conclusion they would come too 🙄

You quickly stand in front of your cousin, pushing the two one brained celled teammates back

“This is my cousin! He lives far away and I don’t get to see him often!” You shout

The team instantly relaxes

Daichi quickly grabs Tanaka and Noya, whose mouths gape at the realization and apologizes

“Sorry about this,” he says to you and your cousin

Your poor cousin is probably scared for life 😂

But deep down you don’t mind, you know the team love and care for you

Nekoma

Chillest team? Definitely not 😂

Today was a beautiful day for a run

Of course, your enthusiasm wasn’t shared by all teammates involved

See example 👉🏻 Kenma

But nevertheless the team needed to work on their endurance

Normally you wouldn’t go with them, opting to stay behind and fill water bottles or chat with the coaches

But lev and Yamamoto had been begging you to go so you figured why not

You didn’t exactly hate running (only god knows why) so you thought it would be a great team bonding activity

Per the usual Yamamoto is leading the pack, followed behind Kuroo and Yaku who are silently racing

Kai, Fukunaga, Lev and Inuoka trail behind

And last but certainly not least, is you and Kenma

While you and Kenma run, you talk a little but mostly Kenma tries not to die

Then you see him

As he approaches, you make sure it’s actually him before freaking out

“Omg Hi!” You screech, as Kenma looks from you to the mystery man who is now stopping and smiling back at you

“Hey YN, how are you?” He asks as Kenma continues to stare, taking advantage of the break but still wondering who this man is

Could it be your boyfriend?

By now the rest of the team has stopped and are quietly observing

No one does anything yet, at least not until the mystery man goes in for the hug

“Whoa whoa who the heck do you think you are?” Yamamoto quickly jumps in, halting the man’s movements

“Excuse me?” The man says before stopping and looking at you like you can control these guys 🙄

Then Kuroo and Yaku step up to the plate 🙄 because why not

“This is our manage dude, better back off!” Yaku snarls as Kuroo just smirks

“Yaku don’t be mean to the man, not like he has anything remotely close on us,” Kuroo sneers as the man looks so utterly confused

Kenma is definitely recording this whole thing because he knows something’s up

You just stand there unimpressed

“Guys will you knock it off! This is just my cousin! He lives here but I don’t see him much because he’s in college!” You shout as all the guys freeze

“Cousin??” Some say

“In college?” Others chime

“I’m so sorry about them,” you apologize, “they all share a braincell and it seems it’s not made an appearance yet today!”

Your cousin looks from you to them before speaking, “it was nice to see you Yn, I gotta head out.”

Your cousin quickly jogs away before he has to deal with anymore crap

“Do you guys have one ounce of chill in you?” You grind out

“Sorry YN,” they all say in unison

But you can’t be mad at them for long and soon you are back enjoying your run with your boys

Seijoh

Definitely the most jealous

It’s the interhigh tournament and you are busy filling water bottles for the team

Usually one of the boys would accompany you but coach needed them for a quick meeting

And your an independent woman, you can handle yourself

As you fill, someone comes besides you and taps your shoulder

“Hey Yn, long time no see!” The guy says as your face lights up and you hug him with all your might

You haven’t seen your cousin in ages, despite living in the same prefecture

“Hey how is it going? I see your team made it to interhighs. Congrats!” You say as you carry on a nice a sweet conversation

But that’s not what it looks like from afar

Because you see, a certain second year setter spots you and quickly runs to tattle on you for having any contact with boys outside the team 🙄

“Some guy is hitting on Yn!” Yahaba screams at the team as Makki, Mattsun, Iwaizumi and Oikawa RUN towards you

Mad dog, Watari, Kindaichi and Kunimi are calm about it but still head out to see what’s happening

Before you know it, your engulfed in a squeezing hug by Oikawa who is glaring at your cousin

“My YN back off!” He shouts as Iwaizumi smacks him upside the head

“What are you doing with our YN?” Makki probes as your cousin seems to be completely and utterly confused

“Umm I was just talking with her,” he says as you try and wiggle out of the caged arms of Oikawa

“Just talking?” Mattsun glares as you quickly make your way through the tall players

“He’s my cousin!” You shout as Mattsun, Makki, Iwa and Oikawa all go stiff

In unison they all say, “cousin??” And look back and forth from you to your cousin

“Yes and I was just talking with him about you guys!”

“Awe you were talking about me YN-Chan??” Oikawa squeals as Iwa again smacks him

“I’m so sorry about them,” you say before budding yourself cousin farewell and pushing the team away

“Sorry YN,” they bellow in unison again as you roll your eyes

Try not to be too mad at them Yn 😂

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sweetdreamlandstuff · 2 years

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"I know you can" - How the Haikyu men overstimulate you

NSFW / Minors don’t interact / 18+

Female reader x timeskip Bokuto, Oikawa, and Kuroo

Warnings: spanking, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), penetrative sex, cream pie, overstimulation, slight dacryphilia in Oikawa's

Notes: I was kind of in a writing slump but I’m back with this. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! :)

Koutarou Bokuto

“Turn around,” he ushers, his hand grabbing your ass roughly to urge you to move. The tone of his voice sends a chill down your spine.

“I can’t,” you whimper, your body weary from your preceding orgasm.

His honey eyes glint down at you challenging. Bokuto is relentless, eagerly flipping you over before he spanks your ass. You slightly jolt forward at the impact, whining breathlessly. He guides you as you stick your ass up for him, his large palms smoothing over your hips reassuringly.

“I know you can. One more, give me one more,” he mumbles, almost deliriously. He kneads your ass cheeks before he spreads them, watching your sloppy pussy, his cum painted all over it.

Bokuto wastes no time. He aligns his cock to your hole, slowly sinking into you. You moan aloud, your legs slightly trembling.

“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he breathes. He watches his throbbing cock gliding out of you, his and your cum forming a white ring on the base.

He fucks you slowly, dragging his thick cock out of you to dive in deeper. You mewl and moan, every drag of his dick against your walls has pleasure shooting through you.

“You’re gonna give me another one,” he breathes, his hand coming down hard on your ass, a warning.

“Yes, Kou,” you breathe desperately, his name drawn out in a moan as he slightly increases his pace.

“You gonna cum all over this cock, right?” You only moan in response, Bokuto’s hard and thorough thrust knocking the breath and sense out of you.

The slapping of skin reverberates loudly through the room, mixing in with both of your pants and the squelching sound of your messy pussy.

Bokuto gradually increases his pace, until he is relentlessly pounding into you, coaxing you closer and closer to your orgasm. His balls slap harshly against your puffy clit, having you whining and whimpering desperately.

It’s almost cruel how he fucks you, but you know he’ll only stop when he has you creaming around his dick again. Bokuto has always been ambitious. He yearns to have your pussy flutter around him once again, longing to have you scream his name again.

You bury your face in the mattress, desperately trying to muffle your screams as he thrusts into you. Your drool stains the mattress, your hands frantically gripping the sheets underneath.

His grip on your hips is surely leaving marks, as how desperately he holds onto you. And with every thrust, he urges you closer to your impending orgasm.

“Let me hear you,” he almost moans. His large hand threads through your hair, pulling you up slightly.

You comply, releasing your high-pitched screams and whimpers, letting them fall freely on Bokuto’s awaiting ears. He knows you’re close, trying his best to hold back and not cum from your beautiful, sinful noises.

You cum for a third time this night. The orgasm washes over you harshly, the intensity of it letting your whole body tremble. You scream, the waves crashing over you as Bokuto fucks you through it.

Your pussy gushes around him. You clamp down on his dick, nearly making it hard for Bokuto to move. Your mind goes blank, the orgasm leaving you boneless and malleable.

His large hands hold you steady as he pounds into you. Your whimpers and moans only spur him on.

“I’m filling you up one more time,” he pants, a groan ripping past his chest as your pussy flutters around him in response.

His hips stutter and with one final thrust, he tips over the edge. A staggered groan falls from his parted lips as he presses your ass against him, spilling his hot seed deep inside of you. You whimper at the sensation of having him fill you up once more.

A low whine rips past his lips as he pulls out of you, watching your messy pussy drip with his spent. You collapse onto the mattress, catching your breath.

Bokuto lays next to you, his hand trailing along your spine softly. And when you meet his glinting eyes you know that this probably won’t be the last orgasm he draws from you tonight.

Tooru Oikawa

Oikawa has you on your back, your legs resting on his broad shoulders. His large palms are digging into the flesh of your thighs as his tongue drags along your sensitive clit.

You moan breathlessly, feeling the knot in your stomach twisting tighter and tighter with every swirl of his tongue. You let out a needy whimper, fisting the sheet between your hands.

“I know, baby, I know,” Oikawa rasps. His hot breath fans over your core, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

It sounds so wet, both his spit and your arousal on his chin as he takes his time coaxing you into bliss. His tongue circles your clit until you tremble underneath him.

His lips close around your bundle of nerves, sucking harshly, pushing you over the edge. Pleasure floods through your whole body as you come undone. Your brows are pinched in awe, your lips parted in a silent scream. Your head presses into the mattress underneath you, your spine bowing as you cum. Oikawa works you through it with his skilled mouth.

Your hole spasms around nothing. And you desperately hope for anything, a finger or two, or preferably his long dick plunging inside of you. But you don’t get what you want.

You whine when Oikawa continues to slowly drag his tongue along your puffy clit. He continues his ministrations and you whimper, the stimulation too much.

But he doesn’t let go of you. His grip is hard, his fingertips digging harshly into your flesh. You feel helpless. He has you at his mercy like he usually does. Your legs dare to close around his head but he only spreads them further.

The swirling of his tongue against your puffy clit has you gasping. Your moans and whimpers mix in with the squelching sound of your messy pussy.

His hazel eyes glint at you mischievously from between your legs, observing your face. You watch him through the hazy layer that’s laying over your eyes, barely noticing the smug grin on his face.

And then his lips close around your clit, sucking harshly. You whine desperately, your legs daring to clench around his head again. But he pries them open cruelly, sucking more harshly. You almost cry out, the border between pleasure and pain beginning to blur.

“No, baby. One more. One more, for me,” he mumbles breathlessly, his hands harshly grabbing your flesh. You only whimper, squirming under his touch.

“Please,” you beg, “I need you.” The need to have his dick buried deep inside of you makes you almost delirious.

But Oikawa is relentless. His tongue draws slow circles around your aching clit. He almost has you crying, the drag of his tongue too much. You moan his name before you start to plead weakly again. “Please, Tooru…” Your voice is oozing with need.

“Well, what exactly do you need?” He drawls, his hot breath fanning over your soaking folds.

“Your cock,” you almost sob. You hate how he has you begging for it, begging for his cock, begging for him to finally fuck you.

A low chuckle falls from his lips. “One more and you deserve it,” he drawls cruelly, before his tongue swirls through your folds again, his pace brutal now.

A tear spills over, your whimpers turning needier and higher until he has you screaming. You abandon yourself, giving your all to him, as you cum all over his drenched face once more. You feel weightless, as your orgasm hits you.

Your whole body shakes, your legs clenching around his head as he guides you through your high. The intensity of it knocks the breath and any sense out of you.

You don’t even notice the tears running down your cheeks before you see Oikawa’s blurry face hovering above you.

“Alright, alright, no need to cry now,” he rasps, his finger catching a tear that has spilled from your eyes.

“You’ve been such a good girl,” he purrs honey-voiced. “I’m going to give you what you need, what you deserve,” he breathes reassuringly and you smile through your tears, your chest swelling with hope.

Tetsurou Kuroo

His eager fingers curl inside of you deliciously, stimulating that sweet spot, while his thumb draws tight circles over your clit. His other hand is sprawled on your stomach, pressing ever so gently.

A lopsided smile lays on his lips as Kuroo watches you from between your spread legs, his half-lidded eyes greedily drinking in your naked form.

Your brows are slightly furrowed, your lips parted, releasing sweet moans and whimpers. He knows you’re close, as he feels your walls slightly clenching around his fingers.

Kuroo slightly applies more pressure to your clit, causing you to whine, your pussy gripping his fingers tighter. “That’s my good girl,” he purrs, “let it go for me,” he demands softly.

You only whimper in response, your eyes squeezing shut as you tip over the edge. You cum hard, moans and whimpers falling freely onto Kuroo’s awaiting ears. He watches you, feeling your pussy clenching around him, his thumb still circling your puffy clit until you squirm under his touch.

Kuroo lets go of you, plunging his fingers out of you. He takes his cock into his hand, letting his flushed head swirl through your soaking folds before he slowly sinks into you. Your walls welcome him wet and warm.

He starts thrusting into you slowly and deliberately. You hold your eyes to him, watching his soft expression before he dips low. His lips press onto yours, his tongue eagerly prying into your mouth. You reply the kiss with equal force.

Then he pulls away again, a string of spit tearing between your lips. His one hand nestles into your hair, as he buries his face into the crook of your neck.

His soft moans fall directly onto your ear, causing the knot in your stomach twisting tighter and tighter again. His hips are rolling against yours faster now until he has you teetering on the edge again.

His face hovers right above yours, his lips ghosting over yours. “Give it to me,” he breathes into your lips.

You gasp, your pussy fluttering around him in response. You look at him with wide eyes, his gaze sternly on you. He loves watching you fall apart underneath him.

He takes ahold of your leg, throwing it over his shoulder. The change of position has you gasping, your gaze growing hazy as Kuroo’s thrust grow harsher and harder. His hips slap hungrily against yours, coaxing you closer to your impending orgasm.

You whine when his hand sneaks between your bodies, rubbing tight circles over your sensitive clit. His name falls from your lips, drawn out in a high-pitched moan. Breathless moans and his name seem to be the only things that are able to leave your mouth.

“Cum on that dick. Let me feel it,” he rasps almost delirious, as his dark eyes jump over your face searchingly. He’s desperate to drive you to your high once again.

And with one final snap of his hips against yours you do. You cum, your back arching off the bed as you cling onto Kuroo. Your pussy spasms around his dick, as your second orgasm washes over you. You whimper desperately, gushing all over his cock. Sweet honey curses through your veins, as he keeps fucking you through it, watching your expression intensively, not missing the way your eyes cross as you moan his name deliriously.

His large hand holds onto your waist as he keeps thrusting into you, his finger still circling your puffy clit. You gasp, your chest heaving with your heavy pants.

“Too much,” you slur, squirming under his touch, the line between pain and pleasure muddling as he slightly increases the pace of his fingers on your puffy clit. You whine his name again, eliciting him a small groan.

“One more, baby, I know you can,” he mumbles greedily, his feral eyes fixing on you. You watch him through your bleary eyes and you know that you have to give him what he longs for.

©sweetdreamlandstuff

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slxtslovebambi · 1 year

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Teasing him in front on his friends

Suna Rintarou x Fem!reader

Mentions of Aran and Miya Twins.

Synopsis: Getting on Suna's nerves while he is with his friends probably wasn’t the best idea.

Warnings: Nsfw, Thigh riding, slight exhibitionism?, power dynamics, spanking, orgasm denial, begging, kinda degrading?

Wc: 1.7k+ | MDNI

Suna loves his pretty girl.

He loves watching his friends gush over you, and he loves the fact that he’s the only one that gets to touch you in all the places he wants.

Right now you’re placed in his lap with your head resting on his shoulder while he’s talking to Aran, Atsumu and Osamu as you’re almost falling asleep.

You love Suna's friends, you really do, but you’ve been tired all day and you just want to go home.

You want to watch TV and cuddle with him, but it doesn’t seem like your boyfriend is planning on leaving soon.

"Rin…" you mumble quietly in his ear, just loud enough for him to hear.

"What’s wrong princess?" He pauses his conversation with his friends while looking down at you.

"Can we please go home? Please?" You give him your puppy dog eyes while you claw at his shirt.

"Now?" He sighs before checking his wrist watch.

"Mhm." You respond calmly.

"Just one more hour baby I promise."

He doesn’t want to leave yet. It’s not often that he sees his friends after graduating Highschool, right now he just wants to catch up with them and have fun.

"But I’m so tired." You pout at him.

"C’mon baby stop bein' so cranky. You’ll get a reward later if you behave now."

He makes you sit up straight so that you can face him and look him in his eyes.

"I don’t want a reward, I wanna go home!" You hiss at him before you pinch his chest.

You can barley keep your eyes open and you’re starting to get annoyed at the fact that he cares more for his friends than for you, but you immediately regret raising your voice at him after you see the way he looks at you. If there’s one thing that your boyfriend hates, it’s dumb little girls acting like brats, and not only that but in front of his friends too.

He just waves off and continues to ignore you again, what doesn’t mean that he’ll let you get away with the little outburst you just had, he’s just going to take care of it later.

You keep on trying to get his attention but it seems like he just doesn’t care, he acts like you’re not even there, and keeps talking to his friends about the most random things. You’re starting to get frustrated while you think of different ways to make your boyfriend want to leave with you.

Mindlessly you begin moving in his lap when he wraps his hand around your waist to make you sit still as you get an idea. You rest your head against his chest before you start slowly rubbing your clothed pussy on his thigh. Your left hand slides under his shirt, where you hold onto his belt.

Suna immediately realizes what you’re doing and it doesn’t go unnoticed by his friends either. He roughly grabs you by your shoulder before gritting his teeth.

"What the fuck do you think you’re doin'?" He glares at you.

"I think yer girl needs some discipline Suna."

Atsumu giggles. It seems like this entire situation is pretty amusing to him.

"Shut the fuck up, like ya know what a girl needs Tsumu." Osamu interrupts his twin, as he hits his shoulder.

You still don’t stop grinding on his thigh, the spite the fact that it’s obvious that everybody’s watching you. If Suna doesn’t want to listen then he has to learn it the hard way, at least that’s what you thought before he grabbed your chin to leave a slap on your cheek.

"We’re leavin'." Is all he says before standing up and dragging you after him.

"Take care Suna." Aran and Osamu figured that acting like nothing happened would make things easier for you, since they know how Suna can be.

"Make sure ya don’t break her, she still needs to come to my game on Saturday." Atsumu jokes as you wave all 3 of them goodbye.

"Shut the fuck up." Suna responds before dragging you out.

。 ☆★☆ 。

"You seriously pissed me off today princess."

Suna pushes you onto your shared bed after he just took off your shirt and bra, exposing your tits to him.

"It’s your fault, you ignored me!"

You roll you’re eyes at him while trying to cover your chest. One stern look from him is enough to make you realize that hiding your body won’t help you right now. You let go of your chest and look up to him where his and your eyes meet.

"My fault huh?" He says while holding you in place by your waist.

"Mhm." You stand your ground.

"I should put a fucking collar on you since you wanna act like a fuckin' dog."

He moves your skirt out of the way before rubbing his thumb against your inner thigh.

"On all fours." Is all he says. You choose to not disobey him again, since you don’t want to make things worse than they already are. You feel Suna's hand trailing over the soft flesh of your butt while your face is pressed into the mattress.

"Now be a good girl and count for me yeah?" He says before you feel his hand harshly spank your behind. "O-One." You start counting. "Mhm, just like that." He praises you before slapping you again. "Two." You continue counting like Suna wanted you to. "That wasn’t loud enough." He says as he places another firm slap on your ass. "Three." You cry out loudly when you feel the pain starting to get worse and the well known stinging that’s probably going to make sitting very difficult for you for the next two to three days.

Ten slaps later and you’re so overwhelmed that you just start whining into your pillow. You wouldn’t be surprised if your neighbors could hear you by now but it’s impossible to keep your shit together with your ass burning like that. You’re sobbing while begging Suna to stop.

"C-Can’t a-anymore. P-Please, hurts to m-much." You whimper.

"Shut up and fucking take what I give you, understood?"

He warns you as he slides your panties down to your ankles before tossing them to the side. You nod slowly at his threat as he turns you onto your back and slowly presses his thumb against your clit.

He wraps his other hand around your throat tightly while smirking viciously at the fact that you’re pussy's already soaking wet for him. You can feel the metal of his rings pressing against your skin, as you gasp for air. Suna immediately feels your body twitching lightly when he slides his middle and ring finger inside of you. You grab his wrist and try to remove his hand form your neck but he just tightens his grip.

"R-Rin I- I.." you try make him stop, digging your nails into his skin but he just won’t let go.

"You want me to stop?" He asks as he looks down on you.

You just nod in response.

"Apologize to me first."

"I’m s-sorry." You barley get out.

"Say I’m sorry for bein’ a selfish little attention whore." He commands harshly as he removes his fingers from your clenching pussy to sluggishly insert his already stiffened cock inside of you.

Your head turns to the side and you whine in pain as Suna's hand forcefully grabs you by your hair to make you look at him.

"Say it!" He yells at you while tears start rolling down your face. He starts moving carefully while trying to keep himself from moaning by biting down on his lip. Fuck, he loves you for always making him feels so good, but there’s no way he’d ever let you know, especially not if you were acting like a bitch earlier.

"I-I’m sorry for being-ahh a s-selfish…." All the sobbing makes it difficult for you to think straight, what keeps you from being able to finish your sentence.

"C’mon princess you almost got it." Suna looks at you expectant while still holding you by your hair as he starts to move faster.

"For being a sel-selfish little a-attention Whore." You finish with a mortified look on your face.

"Mhm that’s right, you wanna be my good girl again?" He asks as he lets go of your hair.

"Y-Yes please." You beg mindlessly as the tears in your eyes make it hard for you too distinguished anything.

"Wanna feel good baby?" You hear him laughing quietly to himself as you let out a small, "Mhm.".

"Should I go deeper princess?" He knows exactly what your answer is going to be and yet he asked just cause he wanted to hear you say it.

"P-Please go deeper, I need you to go d-deeper Rin!"

You’re so desperate for him right now that it’s humiliating in many ways, especially since you were the one that started all of this. Of course you don’t regret it but you might think about it twice if you want to annoy your boyfriend next time. Suna holds you by your waist as he deepens his thrusts.

"Why can’t you just listen to me? You think I like doing this?"

He hisses under his teeth.

"I love treating you like a princess but you just keep makin' things difficult for me."

You can feel how frustrated he is by the way he’s slamming his dick inside of you with not a single bit of pity in sight. He feels you tightening around him, knowing that it means that you’re about to cum.

"Oh so you’re close hmm?" He hums devilishly.

You nod your head yes as you feel your body getting ready to release yourself right on his cock, wich is still hammering inside you when suddenly all your pleasure reduces to zero. You can’t even comprehend what just happened to you when you yelp loudly and notice that Suna stopped moving completely.

You whine and whimper, trying to rub your behind against him when he violently smack your butt again, right where you were already sore.

"You really thought I’d let you cum? Silly little girl… Tonight only I get to cum.

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I really don’t know how to feel about this lmaoo. I started so many works but I just don’t know how to finish them, so I’m sorry if this is kinda rushed! :(

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plutoccult · 2 months

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FINGER LICKIN’ YEAH WE COOKIN’ UP A SUPER BOWL

pairing: osamu miya x female reader

description: osamu wasn’t a fan of football nor parties. however, it is only you that could convince him to agree to atsumu’s shenanigans.

word count: 4.4k

also available to read on my ao3 here

author’s note: SURPRISE!!! i had intended to write for osamu before, but the idea instead went to another character. i never forgot about my foodie king though! plus, it’s super bowl sunday, so i HAD to put this out in enough time. the idea came last minute, so i was in a bit of a rush, but i managed! sorry if it seems rushed, i truly was trying my best to get this done in time. i also apologize if anyone seems ooc, i was honest to god trying my best. for timeline’s sake, i’d say the twins are 21 in this one shot, so not quite yet to the point where osamu has his own onigiri shop and atsumu is on the japan national team. anyway, happy super bowl sunday, and enjoy! (btw i totally named this after super bowl by stray kids)

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osamu wasn’t thrilled when his twin atsumu sprung the idea of having a super bowl party on him out of nowhere.

“they do it in america! it’s huge there!” his twin argued, detailing everything he knows about the tradition. sure, they do air the event in japan, but what was the point? an excuse to eat and drink? hangout with their buddies from both the past and present? actually, no. osamu figured out atsumu’s motive quickly; it was an excuse for osamu to cook a bunch of food.

there was no denying atsumu was clueless in the kitchen. if it were up to him to cook anything more complex than eggs and toast, he’d burn the whole place down. osamu was better off handling majority of anything food related. his brother was lucky he enjoyed the art of cooking.

“i’m not dealing with a stupid party, tsumu.” osamu crossed his arms in protest. there was no way he was going to deal with an inevitable mess. having to cook all the food and clean up the mess after? nope, no way. he refused to do it alone. luckily, his twin could figure that out quickly.

“ah, ah, ah. i knew you’d say that.” atsumu smirked. “y/n already told me she’d help you make the food.”

the mention of your name immediately perked up osamu. best friends since high school, it was blatantly obvious you had captured the shyer twin from the start, although—like with everyone else—he could easily assume you were more drawn to atsumu as he was always so unashamedly outspoken. everyone talked to atsumu more, but even so, you always treated the twins equally. mayhaps that is why he longed for you so much.

“y/n did?” osamu asked.

“and she’s bringing cake.” his brother added.

a woman after his own heart, really, and a foodie just like osamu. you always joked about opening a bakery next door once he finally opened up the onigiri shop he dreamed of. the goal was sometime next year, so maybe catering this party would be good practice. plus, it was a good excuse to be close to you like osamu craved.

“she is?” he questioned further. if his brother wasn’t kidding around, then maybe he’d feel more inclined to agree.

“you’re not gonna say no, right?” atsumu teased. osamu grunted in response, too stubborn to say anything, which atsumu recognized. it is only his twin who can easily detect his weakness; you.

“you’re such a sucker, osamu.” he chuckled. even if osamu were a sucker for you, he wouldn’t want to be one for anyone else. and it’s not like he’s totally clueless. he’d mess with his twin somehow.

“i’ll do it…“ osamu said before stating his only condition. “if you clean up the place afterwards.”

“what?!” atsumu gawked.

“it’s only fair, right?” osamu shrugged. two can play at that game. “i cook, you clean.”

unfortunately, atsumu had no choice but to suck it up. truth be told, he orchestrated you assisting with food preparations for the sake of getting you and osamu together alone. if he says no now, then his little secret wingman plan would be a waste, so atsumu had to accept his fate.

“pft, ass.” he huffed. atsumu should’ve known better than to try playing games with his brother, knowing he could easily match his game.

“just be lucky i agreed to your idiocy.” osamu scoffed.

“only because y/n is helping!” atsumu whined. while that may be true, osamu would probably never hear the end of it if he said no whether you were involved or not.

“did i hear only onigiri on the menu?” osamu joked, knowing that would irritate his twin to no end.

“osamu!”

truth be told, he couldn’t wait for sunday now.

•••

over the next few days, osamu had kept in almost constant communication with you over text discussing food options for the party. his signature onigiri was a must despite atsumu’s protest, but other options were in store thanks to your combined brainstorming. osamu couldn’t help but ask what kind of cake you’d bring, and was ultimately disappointed when you said it was a surprise with many winky emojis involved.

when sunday finally rolled around, osamu was more energized than usual. whether that be from excitement or nerves, who knew? atsumu’s plan was going in motion quite nicely and you hadn’t even arrived yet. he truly felt like a genius assisting in his brother’s quest for love.

osamu paced back and forth around the apartment in anticipation for your arrival. the kitchen was spotless, plus the fridge and cabinets were filled to the brim with everything needed for the party. on top of that, he put atsumu up to the task of decorating the place. knowing who would have to deal with cleaning up later was the greatest part of all.

once a knock on the door emerged, the two twins battled over who got to open the door, osamu ultimately losing as his brother elbowed him in the stomach and made a run for it. if there were a best sibling award, it was clear who wouldn’t win it.

“hello, miya twins! i’ve arrived!” you said upon entering the door, your arms occupied with bags, hopefully full of sweet treats.

“hey, y/n.” atsumu greeted you, beating osamu to it as he was still recovering from what occurred just moments ago.

you—already knowing your way around the place—set your bags down on the counter before instructing that they put its contents in the fridge as soon as possible. atsumu obliged despite wondering how he would play tetris with the fridge. but before he could figure out that puzzle, he received a quick hug from you as that was your typical greeting for the twins.

“y/n?” you turn around and see osamu standing a few feet away. he wanted to curse his brother for getting to say hi to you first, but once he saw that smile on your face, all anger towards atsumu faded away in an instant.

“ah, there you are!” you exclaim, rushing towards osamu and welcoming him with a big hug, one that lasted longer than the one you shared with atsumu. you held him tight, almost squeezing the life out of him as you pulled him from side to side. it didn’t matter that he couldn’t breathe, osamu was just happy to feel so welcomed by you.

“ready to cook up a super bowl?” you ask once you finally allowed osamu the ability to breathe. “i already made desserts in advance, so i can help with what you’ve got planned.”

“i could’ve helped with that…” osamu pouted. any more excuse to be around you was all he wanted, really. plus, he was curious to know your baking secrets. he always figured you were born a master.

“but that would ruin the surprise, silly.” you poke his arm. if it were his stomach, he might have folded over. thank god you were gentle.

as much as you wanted your desserts to remain a surprise until the party started, atsumu had to immediately ruin the fun for you. “there’s a cake shaped like a football.”

“atsumu!” you scold him. “ever heard of surprises, or has your brain become mush from too many volleyballs to the head?”

“yeah, yeah.” atsumu rolled his eyes. “i’ll leave you two to get started with everything. i trust you not to burn the place down.”

“only you would do that, tsumu.” you say. the way you teased atsumu was something osamu always loved about you. you were just as relentless as him, truly. besides, someone else besides osamu had to humble the ever-so-bold twin.

“exactly. later!” atsumu said before he left you and osamu alone in the kitchen.

osamu let out a sigh the moment his brother left the room. you immediately take notice, assuming he didn’t want to be doing this for atsumu. you hoped at the very least he enjoyed your presence today.

“i take it you’re doing all this against your will?” you question, curiosity getting to the best of you.

“not exactly…” osamu replied.

“well, i couldn’t really say no to him, so…” you shy away from the truth. it would be embarrassing if you were to admit to osamu why you agreed to this, but he was painfully oblivious, assuming it was all for his brother’s sake. not because you wanted to spend time with him and only him. it seemed you were both hiding your intentions.

“yeah, of course.” osamu frowned. it’s atsumu we’re talking about.

tension quickly filled the room. you sense the uncomfortable vibe instantly, wondering if you said something wrong. was it really something you said? you didn’t seem to think so. maybe getting things started in the kitchen for the party will help.

“shall we get started?” you ask hesitantly. “i was thinking we shape the onigiri into footballs. ya know, to fit the theme.”

osamu chuckled at your idea. at least you could see him smile now. he seemed to find it cute, but also funny how you wanted to make as many items on the menu football shaped as possible.

“i could try that.” he said, trying to hold back any more laughter. if osamu were to laugh any more, he was afraid you’d think he was making fun of your idea.

“cool, i’ll get started on the wings while you get started on that.” you say without skipping a beat, immediately grabbing ingredients like you knew this kitchen as if it were your own.

osamu didn’t seem to mind it this way with you around. he’d spend the whole day in the kitchen with you, even if all you did was sit on the counter and watch while he did all the work. but that’s not who you are, you refused to leave him to do everything. most importantly, you refused to let him feel alone.

soon enough, the kitchen grew quiet, the sounds of timers beeping and water running from the sink on occasion serving as background noise. you and osamu worked together in perfect harmony, like a well oiled machine. your chemistry oozed in the room and neither of you had to say a word to each other. it was easy for you two to figure out who did what most effiently. osamu could never do this with anyone else this way, you feeling the same way, although those thoughts remained unspoken.

the lack of chatter made atsumu worried. he had been trying to eavesdrop while he was supposed to be decorating, but found it to be too quiet for his liking. as atsumu tried to lean a little more, hoping to hear something worthwhile, he ended up tripping over an extension cord, blowing his cover as he tripped right into the kitchen.

atsumu’s sudden crash startled the both of you, osamu almost dropping the pot in his hands and you almost slicing your finger as you chopped an onion.

“atsumu!” you yell as you set your knife down. atsumu was lucky you didn’t decide to threateningly wave it around right now. “the hell are you doing?!”

“it got quiet, so i was getting worried…” he answered, slowly getting back to his feet as he feared for his life. would atsumu rather face his brother’s wrath or your wrath? both of you together may be the worst combination of all, really.

“what, worried that we disappeared and left you with all this food to cook?” you cross your arms. “osamu said you were decorating, and this doesn’t look like decorating to me.”

“i was taking a break?” atsumu shrugged. that was the worst answer in the world, even he could admit that.

“just go.” osamu let out a groan. it was bad enough that atsumu used you as a way to persuade him to cook for the party, but to eavesdrop on what you two were doing? what was he trying at here? as much as osamu was curious to know, he just wanted to get back to cooking with you without any worries.

“fine…” atsumu sighed, going back to the dreadful duty of decorating all by his lonesome. the sacrifices he’s made for the sake of his brother and the girl he’s loved for years. how tragic… not.

once atsumu left, you burst into laughter. osamu furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “what’s so funny?”

“oh, just the look on his face when he got caught.” you giggle.

“yeah…” he said. it was funny, osamu could admit that, but he feared that his twin had devious plans up his sleeve. who knows if he’ll make it through the end of the day with some sort of dignity left?

•••

hours later, atsumu’s teammates from the black jackals arrived for the party. osamu was acquainted with some of them—most definitely more than acquainted with a certain pipsqueak named shoyo hinata—but he was more looking forward to seeing some of his teammates from high school, especially aran and kita. he would talk to suna, but the poor guy looked like he wanted to leave more than anything.

you seemed quite occupied at the moment, mostly due to bokuto talking your ear off about how delicious the cookies you made were. you were more than aware of his loud personality, but seeing it up close was far different than just watching him play on the court. at least you knew it wasn’t for show during matches.

osamu considered being your knight in shining armor by finding an excuse to steal you away, but he feared facing the embarrassment of his friends who wouldn’t hesitate to tease him. even if you looked at him with pleading eyes, he still hesitated. if only osamu had the guts to be a little brave for once, not standing in the shadows.

“samu…” atsumu called for him. osamu turned his attention away from watching you to see what his brother wanted, although a little annoyed.

“hm?”

“we’re out of rice. can you make more?” he asked.

osamu blinked a few times, unsure if he actually heard that correctly. “we’re… out?”

“kita ate it all up.” atsumu said.

“really?” osamu groaned. he didn’t even want to think of the logistics of his former captain eating so much rice so quickly. “grow your own rice or something, man.”

“maybe i will…” kita replied calmly, now pondering over the thought of becoming a rice farmer. it didn’t seem so bad, actually. unfortunately, the rice couldn’t just grow and magically appear already cooked. osamu wished it worked that way.

“i’ll go make more.” osamu sighed. “call for me when it’s halftime.”

once he left to head to the kitchen, you watched as he walked away, tempted to follow. maybe if you found an excuse to leave the room, like go get a drink or go to the bathroom or something. that oughta work, right?

“hey, bokuto?” you stop him mid sentence as he was still going on about your baking. “i gotta go to the bathroom. i’ll be back, okay?”

“don’t forget to give me your cookie recipe!” bokuto exclaimed as you left the living room.

atsumu raised an eyebrow upon your sudden exit, a smirk creeping up on his face soon following once he put the pieces together. “she’s not going to the bathroom…”

you find osamu already cooking, the rice cooker at work while he prepared more rice to be cooked just incase. he’d rather be safe than sorry now. osamu didn’t notice you walk in at first, but your presence became apparent soon enough once you tapped him on the shoulder.

“man, you scared me.” he chuckled, you also sharing a laugh with him. “you don’t have to help me. i’ve got this.”

“what, want some practice for when you finally open up that restaurant?” you question. osamu furrowed his eyebrows, asking “huh?” until you explained what you meant. “onigiri miya. i’ve been waiting.”

“oh, right…” osamu said, almost forgetting that little dream of his. “that.”

“well, when is it finally gonna happen?” you ask. he had talked about it for so long, and you always waited for the day it’d finally come to fruition. you probably believed in him more than he’s ever believed in himself, honestly.

“mmm, i don’t know.” he replied shyly. “next year would be nice, but there’s so many things to think about.”

“wait, really? why didn’t you tell me?!” you gasp, shocked he’d hide such an important detail from you.

“it’s just, uh, kinda scary when you admit it out loud.” osamu said. his dream of opening up his own restaurant was as scary as trying to admit the truth of his feelings. dreaming is one thing, but trying to make it a reality was another.

“samu, you know you can do it! i’ve always believed in you!” you admit, taking osamu by surprise despite how confident you always spoke about him.

“you have?”

“yes!” you say without hesitation. “from the day i met you.”

“wow, thank you…” osamu blushed. you get lost in each other’s eyes, although osamu wondered if it’s just in his imagination that you’re staring at him so intently. suddenly, the moment was ruined.

“hey, do you smell something burning?” you question as you try to sniff out the strange smell. osamu figured it out immediately, knowing it was the rice everyone was waiting on.

“the rice!” he exclaimed, rushing to the rice cooker. “i put the rice cooker on high so it’d get done faster…”

“aw, no!” you say. “is it salvageable?”

“no…” osamu sighed, looking down at the damage. “if anything, it’s a sign i shouldn’t have my own restaurant.”

to him, this was stupid. if he doesn’t do everything perfectly, then what’s the point? it seemed to silly to immediately think the worst, that this was a sign of imminent failure. osamu was good at keeping that competitive perfectionist part of him hidden to most, always making it seem like he just gets everything right the first time, but only you can see that he has flaws. at the end of the day, you continue to be his weakness, but that doesn’t mean you don’t make him feel strong.

“hey, hey, hey.” you grab his arm, a jolt coming from osamu by your sudden touch. “you overcook rice one time and all of the sudden your dream is dead? chefs mess up all the time. you’re human, you know. i think you’ve forgotten that.”

“but—”

“i mean, come on. you think i just magically knew how to make a cake one day?” you ask jokingly. even if you meant for the question to be a silly one, osamu took it quite literally.

“honestly? yeah. the first time you brought cake to school for me and sumu’s birthday was the best thing i ever tasted.” he said, recalling your first year of high school together. you hadn’t been friends with the twins for that long at that point, but you decided to surprise them with a cake for their birthday as it fell on a school day. like osamu said, it was the best thing he ever tasted. he felt like he found his future wife in that moment.

“samu, i spent all night making like five different cakes cause i kept messing them up.” you confess. it was a secret you carried for years, shocked you never said anything before, but only just now having the guts to say it. even so, osamu couldn’t believe it to be true. he always swore your skills came to you like second nature. how come he never knew before? you were very good at hiding things, it seemed.

“you did? why?” he asked.

“because…” you hesitate. might as well fess up, you suppose. “i really wanted you to like it.”

“me and tsumu?” osamu questioned. what an idiot.

you shake your head, almost tempted to laugh over how blind he was to what you were trying to say. part of you was a little frustrated, but you wouldn’t let that get to the best of you. “you really are oblivious, aren’t you?”

“i guess i am…” he replied, unsure of what else to say.

you let out a sigh. should you say it? the whole truth? you didn’t know it, but you were in the same boat as osamu. you did this for each other without even realizing it. it is you, however, who will be brave enough to admit such a truth. no going back now after you’ve already admitted so much.

“i only agreed to helping with this party because atsumu knew i wanted an excuse to be close to you.” you tell him, looking away. osamu swore you looked ashamed to say those words out loud, but even so, the truth shocked him to the very core.

“he… what?”

when you grant yourself the guts to look him in the eye once more, the look on his face made you think you shouldn’t have said anything. but osamu wanted to scream, scream about how long he liked you and how he never thought he’d see this day. he didn’t know if the universe planted the seeds for this very moment, but he couldn’t let it slip away. not when you believed in him like it was breathing.

“nothing. don’t worry about it.” you shake your head. “i’ll help you restart the rice. hungry people waiting.”

“no.” osamu stopped you. you freeze in your tracks, waiting for what else he had to say. “forget the rice.”

“huh—”

“why do you think i told tsumu i’d help with this party?” he asked. you’re at a loss for words, unsure of what to say. it is usually you who stood tall, but osamu took your place, taking charge for the sake of making sure you knew the truth. “i said i would because he told me you were coming here. he knew you were the only thing that’d get me to say yes. called me a sucker and everything.”

your cheeks flush, a smile creeping up on your face as the realization of osamu’s mutuals feelings hit you. “guess i’m a sucker too.”

osamu let out a sigh of relief, overcome with joy as he couldn’t control his grin. with that look on your face, he almost wanted to kiss you right then and there. should he kiss you right now? no, osamu should ask permission first. couldn’t be too confident, right? or were you trying to say something with your eyes? god, osamu didn’t have a clue on what to do.

“can you two please just kiss already so i can get back to the party?”

you and osamu share a gasp. it was atsumu, no doubt about it. that bitch, you both think to yourselves. was he eavesdropping on that whole conservation? pause. now they both knew atsumu did all of this on purpose. he had a lot of explaining to do, that’s for sure.

without having to speak a word, you and osamu find atsumu in the hallway, both tugging him by his shirt and pulling him to the ground. your combined anger undoubtedly scared the shit out of him.

“you!” you grab the collar of atsumu’s shirt. “you set this all up!”

“i bet you don’t even like football!” osamu yelled.

“yeah!” you say in agreement without thinking.

“hey, i’m innocent, your honor! innocent!” atsumu raised his hands up in the air, squeezing his eyes shut as he anticipated one of you to start hitting him.

“no wonder you agreed to clean if i cooked!” osamu exclaimed.

“he agreed to clean?!“ you loudly gasp. funnily enough, that was the most shocking thing you’ve heard all day.

“listen to me, okay?!” atsumu forced your hand away from his collar. you take a step back and give him the chance to speak, although you were more than prepared to start swinging if need be. “i just really wanted you two to stop being wusses about your feelings. now you both know, all thanks to me.”

you and osamu soften up. even if it seemed a tad bit manipulative, neither of you could deny that it was actually kind of… sweet? all that cooking was a pain in the ass, but it brought you together and pushed you to admit your truths.

“i really do like you, osamu.” you say, looking into osamu’s eyes, not wavering for a second. there was no need for either of you to hide anymore. “since the day we met.”

“me too.” osamu replied, the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen plastered on his face.

“i sense a super emotional moment—” atsumu tried to say in the midst of his escape attempt. however, you grab him by the wrist, almost pulling his arm by his socket. “ow!”

“come here.” you pull him in for a hug, osamu too, practically squeezing the two to death. “you’re a pain, but thank you, atsumu.”

“can i go now?” he asked, trying his best to writhe out of your grasp. you were strong, atsumu couldn’t deny that.

“yeah, yeah. get outta here.” you scoff as you let him free.

atsumu mumbled some words over how it was “about damn time” on his way out, which sent you and osamu into a fit of giggles. once the laughter died down, reality set in. now both you knew that you liked each other, so what now? what else was there to do?

“so…”

“so..?”

“you think they’re all still waiting on that rice?” you ask awkwardly.

that was the last thing osamu cared about in this moment, truly. he waited so long for this, never thinking there ever was a chance. dare he ask you to pinch him would seem silly now. all he wanted to do now was finally kiss you without hesitating.

“oh, screw the rice.” osamu said, grabbing your hand as he pulled you close and pressed his lips against yours. your hand that clasped his rested over his chest, his heartbeat thumping against your touch. has his heart always beat this fast in your presence for all this time, you couldn’t help but wonder. it was safe to say no one was getting their rice now, but neither of you gave a damn.

meanwhile, in the living room, atsumu finally returned, although with an irritated look on his face. he sat down in between bokuto and hinata, who were both curious about the food.

“hey, how’s the rice going—” hinata began to ask before being quickly cut off by atsumu.

“just watch the stupid game.”

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Welcome Home (Iwaizumi x Fem!Reader)

Summary: It's Iwa's first birthday away from home, and so his college friends decide to get him the best gift they could think of. But perhaps what they get him was a bit too much of a surprise, because the gift (and everything that followed) were all events that Iwa was far from prepared for.

A/N: Egregiously late. What's new. Hbd birthday boy. If you just want the fluff and borderline spice then jump to "***6."

Rating: Teen (17+). 9/10 on spice.

W/C: 4.5k oh my- I'm sorry y'all lol. Enjoy the college interactions.

Warnings/Tags: Lots of swearing. Very suggestive. Explicit sexual implications. Implications of arousal. Alcohol use mentioned. Drunk behavior mentioned. College fic.

How the fuck did Iwaizumi get here? No, no, he wasn’t drunk (or rather, that drunk) last night, he didn’t black out. And no, he knows the exact sequence of events that lead him here. But how he got into the position where he wakes up to you in his bed- how this is real- is what he doesn’t know.

Opening his eyes and seeing your body overlapping with his, your hands twisting into his shirt, your nose nestling against his collarbone, your legs delicately entangled into the blanket, wrapping around his hips. He’s hyper aware of the warm skin of your thigh resting against the exposed skin of his lower belly, his shirt riding up. But you aren’t the only one in a compromising position. He is the one who woke up to his hands resting on places he’d never expected (only dreamed) of being on. His right arm is snaked around your waist, his fingers grazing the skin above the hem of your shorts. His left hand is gently cupping the base of your neck, hidden only by the length of your hair, which is so soft to the touch.

How the fuck did I get here, Iwaizumi thinks again as he gazes at you.

***1.

“Yo, Iwaizumi!!” A gentle voice calls. Iwaizumi hears it faintly.

“G’mornin’ Iwa,” an aggressive knock raps against his door followed by a deeper voice yells, “getcho ass out here.”

Iwaizumi’s roommates are calling him out to the living room of their apartment early on Thursday morning. He’s still half asleep when he rolls out of bed to find out what the fuck they wanted at this ungodly hour. After coming back from his internship late the day before, he was going to take full advantage of the beginning of his long weekend off. At least, that was the initial plan.

“What do you want, you dumbasses?” He rubs the sleep out of his face as he side eyes the two boys who were grinning goofily at him. The two had honed in on Iwaizumi early during the first year and adopted him as the third member of their squad. They’d honestly made the transition from Japan a lot easier for him, even though they annoyed him every step of the way.

“Sit down, Iwa,” Jonathan pats the beat up la-Z-boy recliner he had turned to face the windowsill.

“You’ll wanna be sitting for this one,” Aryan adds, popping open a Red Bull.

Iwaizumi slowly strolls over to the chair before sinking into it, staring with narrowed eyes at the two boys who are now sitting on said windowsill, heads downturned.

“This shit’s making me nervous, so spit it out,” Iwaizumi slowly says. He’d never been the best with suspense.

“So…your birthday is tomorrow…” Aryan pipes up after a long sip at his Red Bull.

“...but, we got you your gift early,” Jonathan smiles as he tells Iwaizumi the news.

All three sit in silence for a good few seconds.

“...Oh-kay… uh, where…where is it?” Iwaizumi asks.

Jonathan looks to Aryan, Aryan looks to Jonathan, exchanging an empty stare before Jonathan kicks Aryan in the leg.

“OW! Oh- OH.” Aryan pulls out a cup of coffee from behind him on the sill.

“What, you’re giving up your Red Bull addiction as a gift and switching to something more normal?” Iwaizumi snarks instinctually.

“No, what!?” Aryan is intensely offended.

“No, no, Iwa. But I’m asking for that to be my gift when my birthday comes," Jonathan says with disdain as he stares at the drink.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Aryan scoffs as he uses his other hand to pull his Red Bull close to his chest.

“It’s disgusting, is my problem, and that shit takes up an entire two rows in the fridge! Our fridge cannot be only Red Bull dog,” Jonathan bickers back.

Iwaizumi usually finds their antics amusing, but he’s too tired for this right now. “I shoulda figured this was some dumb shit.” He chuckles as he swipes his hand over his face. “I’m out-”

He feels the rocking recliner lean back. “You callin’ me dumb, Hajime?”

He almost didn’t hear it over the ruckus of Jonathan trying to wrestle the Red Bull out of Aryan’s hand while they both tried to keep the mug of coffee from spilling. But he did hear it. Immediately, Iwaizumi whips his head around, jumping out of the chair, and finds you standing on the other side, arms resting on the top of the chair, a small smile and brilliant eyes shining at him.

“Y/N?!”

You giggle at his wide eyes and slack jaw. “Hey. I bet you didn’t expect to see me he-” your words are cut off as Iwaizumi stumbles forward, launching himself forward so he can reach his arms out far enough to nab you and pull you against his chest, hard.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He mumbles in shock, pulling you away after a few seconds and squeezing your shoulders, making sure you’re really here.

You’d been friends with Iwaizumi since you were 6, and you’d been close since then, but hugging and just touching in general weren’t frequent occurrences back at home. But after spending 3 years in school in the States, both of you were now more comfortable with hugging all friends, regardless of gender. But while you were both now used to close contact with others, close contact with each other was still a distant memory.

That’s the realization running through Iwaizumi’s head when he drops his grasp from your shoulders.

“Surprise!” Jonathan and Aryan chant out in sync with those wide grins on their faces again.

“You guys did this?” Iwaizumi’s eyes are still wide as he approaches his boys again.

“We knew this was your first birthday not at home, and we knew Y/N was only in New York, and so we figured we’d bring a piece of home to you,” Jonathan now becomes a bit more nervous as he explains his reasoning.

As he slowly processes everything, Iwaizumi turns back to you. “But tickets to and from Cali and New York are ridiculously expensive right now, how could you even-”

“Your friends helped me out,” you say with a smile.

“Everyone, the entire GH3 gang pitched in, so it didn’t end up being that much. But you better like the gift because there’s no return policy,” Aryan quips as he holds the coffee out for you to grab, which you quickly take before he spills,. Iwaizumi walks in between the both of them and throws his arms around Jonathan's and Aryan's shoulders, pulling them in for a hug.

"What was with the coffee then?" Iwaizumi asks as he pulls away from them.

Aryan and Jonathan exchange a look, leaving you giggling. "A failed attempt at being cutesy. Aryan fucked it up," Jonathan says.

"Nah it's your fault for tryna be CUTESY bro I'm not good with that stuff," Aryan whines.

“You guys are crazy," Iwa says as he sighs.

“We kinda are,” Jonathan responds.

“And you love it,” Aryan adds.

You sip on the coffee and smile. Your smile widens when Iwaizumi looks at you with a happy gaze again, face relaxed. “You have some good friends,” you tell him in Japanese.

“Guess I’m a super lucky guy,” he responds back, his native language rolling off his tongue.

You both miss the glance Aryan and Jonathan share. “You two can do whatever it is… that y’all wanna do,” Jonathan instructs as he walks back to his room.

“Yeah we don’t wanna get in the way of uh, any activities you might wanna do, togeth-” Aryan tries to say until Jonathan elbows him in the gut. Iwaizumi just questioningly raises an eyebrow.

“Just be ready for the party tomorrow, we’re leaving by like, 10,” Jonathan says before aggressively shoving Aryan out of sight in the hallway.

You just laugh, so Iwaizumi lets go of whatever stupid stuff his boys were on about, turning to smile at you instead. “So, how was your flight?”

"I'll tell you all about it."

***2.

“You’re such a bad liar, Iwaizumi,” Jonathan says.

Iwaizumi’s eyes grow wide at his roommates accusation.

“What! What did I say, Jon?”

The girl next to him snorts. “Ugh, Iwa, you’re so stupid.”

“Fuck off, C,” Iwaizumi talks back, taking a sip from his drink to try and ignore his friends’ insults.

The three of them are all on a sofa in the corner of C’s apartment, chilling out as Iwaizumi’s “birthday party” continues on. Iwaizumi does enjoy the occasional party, never minding the fun, but his preference is always a kickback. He loves the upbeat music and the apartment fill with engaged conversations in different corners.

“You’re telling us you guys AREN’T dating? Like, she isn’t your girl?” Jonathan asks.

“Who, Y/N? No, no. We aren’t dating.”

“But you want to.” C quickly follows up, watching Iwaizumi’s reactions closely.

“...You guys are annoying,” he sips his Roman Coke, thinking that the alcohol is finally warming up his face.

“Oh my God, he’s blushing!” C calls out.

“I’m literally drinking alcohol, that’s why-”

“Ohh my- I know you didn’t just try to ‘Asian flush’ your way out of this,” Jonathan says, heated.

“What’s going on?” Aryan walks up to the couch.

“Aryan, Iwaizumi just tried to say he’s not blushing, he’s just got the Asian flush,” Jonathan tattles as Iwaizumi continues to grow more red.

“Oh my- Iwa you’re such a bad liar- you literally barely get red over alc ever,” Aryan snorts out.

“THAT’S WHAT I WAS SAYING- Dap me up dap me up-” Jonathan and Aryan continue to bro out as C laughs. Iwaizumi can’t help but chuckle as well, cheeks still warm.

“That excuse isn’t going to work, not with us,” C tells him lowly, her subtle jealousy of his high alcohol tolerance showing. Most of their friend group is Asian, and so many of them got red especially quickly. But not Iwaizumi.

“Yeah, that wasn’t the best move huh,” Iwaizumi says as he downs the rest of his cup.

“Even if you were just red cuz of the alc, we’d know you’re still lying about Y/N. The way you’ve been staring at her dreamy eyed gives it all away, you know,” C says.

He pauses for a second, seemingly zoned out. But then, he lets his concerns verbalize. “She’s on the other side of the country, C. And who knows where we both will end up after this year. I fucked it up by not making her mine 7 years ago, or any time since then-”

“But she hasn’t dated any one else since then?”

“No.”

“And neither have you, correct?”

“I haven’t dated, yeah.”

“If someone addressed her as your girlfriend, would you be disgusted? Or freak out?”

Iwaizumi shifts in his seat. “No, no, I’d…I’d like that honestly.”

“And she doesn’t mind you being called her boyfriend either.”

“What? How do you know that?”

“I tested it out.”

“What do you mean, you test-”

Iwaizumi is cut off by a tipsy Aryan throwing an arm around his shoulder. “Bro, y’all are meant to be. Y’all wanna cuff each other so bad, bro, it’s obvious to everyone.”

“Cuff?” Iwa asks.

“Date,” Jonathan clarifies.

“So just fucking do it. She’s waited this long for you to make a move, don’t… don’t waste any more…time….” Aryan says as he puts his head on Iwa’s shoulder, eyes closing.

“This dumbass took 2 more shots, so don’t mind him, I guess,” Jonathan adds as Iwa smiles a little, amused at his friend’s drunken act. “But he’s right. We wouldn’t jump through hoops to get her here if we didn’t know how important you both are to each other.”

“Y’all are basically dating anyways, just with no label and a bunch of unnecessary limitations addedd,” C says as she sips her crazy concoction. “If you don’t make a move, I’ll just have to make her my girlfriend,” she jokingly threatens.

Aryan suddenly wakes up from Iwa’s shoulder, eyes still closed but a wide smile on his face. “Yeahhh C, Ms. Steal yo Girl over here!”

“Shut the fuck up, Aryan,” she laughs out. Jonathan rolls his eyes and pulls Aryan back onto him, so Iwaizumi is finally free.

“Go dude, we’ll be here no matter how shit pans out. She’s on the balcony now.”

***3.

“Yo,” Iwaizumi says as he closes the door behind him, stealing a final glance at the aggressive thumbs up from inside the apartment. As he walks up to you leaning against the railing, he’s surprised to see how drunk you look- eyes droopy, face relaxed, a dazed look on your face.

“Hajime.”

“Y/N, are you-?” he’s cut off this time by you throwing your body against his, wrapping your arms around his waist as your face hides against his shirt.

“Tadaimaa~” you say, slipping back into Japanese. (I’m home).

“Oi, Y/N, you’re in California, with me, You’re not home yet,” he says as he lets his hand rub your upper back soothingly.

“No, Hajime,” the way you say his name makes his heart stutter. It only ever came out on accident, but since you first said it in 7th grade, you were the only one (except immediate family) who called him by his first name. . “Any time I’m with you, I feel like I’m home. I miss everyone. But I’ve missed you the most, and now I’m finally with you again. I’m home.”

His heart beats faster at your words, as he understands exactly what you’re saying. Because he feels the same.

He’s shocked when you reach up and grab his face with both hands, pulling him close to you. Half lidded eyes only partially hide the glimmer in your dilated pupils. He doesn’t stop you as you push your forehead and then nose against his own, he just holds his breath in anticipation. As you slip your nose to the right, closing the centimeter-wide gap, Iwaizumi closes his eyes, too, his grip on your back tightening.

“Tadaima, Hajime~” you say, your lips brushing against his as you speak, before you let your head fall to the side, pressing into Iwaizumi’s shoulder.

He finally breathes, taking a moment to recompose himself before standing upright again, letting your head rest against his torso. “Okaeri, Y/N,” he whispers as he sweeps you into his arms, staring admiringly at your sleepy face. (Welcome back).

***4.

“Yo, is she good?” Jonathan asks as Iwaizumi walks back into the house with you in his arms.

“Yeah, she just fell asleep.” he says quietly, nodding appreciatively at C who lowers the music.

“Do you want to keep her in my room? I’d offer her the couch, but it looks like Aryan’s dumbass isn’t gonna be waking up any time soon,” C says, cuing all of them to turn and see Aryan, who looks dead on the couch.

Keeping her in C’s room could work… but… his grip on you tightens.

“It’s okay. I don’t want her to panic if she wakes up confused. She’ll be able to get me if she’s in my apartment, so I’ll just take her back.”

“How’d the convo go?”

“It didn’t. She passed out before we could talk,” he looks down at you again.

“This is the most physical contact you’ve had with a girl ever, bro. And you both look comfortable. I’m sure it’ll go fine when it does happen.” Jonathan says with a smile.

“I think you’re right, Jon. Walk back with me?” Iwaizumi asks, smiling and nodding at all his friends who waved goodbye from throughout the apartment.

“Yeah, I gotchu.”

“Take care of our girlfriend, kay? Goodnight.” C smiles as she closes the door behind Iwaizumi.

***5.

He decides there’s no way he can leave you on the couch. He’d much rather sleep there himself, so he puts you in his room and grabs your night stuff.

You’d taught him about makeup remover and skincare back in the day, and he considers himself lucky for remembering it now. He knows to lightly tug off your falsies and to use the pink capped bottle with a cotton ball to remove your makeup. Surprisingly, you sat up for him. He makes the executive decision to forgo the serums and lotions in your bag, because he couldn’t remember that well.

Getting you changed is also a hassle, but he manages to get you awake enough to change yourself into your shorts and a shirt of his own (you had your own sleep shirt, so don’t ask me what possessed him to pull one out of his drawer). After he quickly changes into a pair of shorts and shirt himself, he guides you to lay back in his bed.

“Mm, Hajime,” you say in sleep, pushing your nose into his pillow.

Hearing you and watching you do that made his stomach flip, but he pushes that to the side for now. With a final push of your hair out of your face, he pulls back to leave.

That is, until you grab his hand, eyes still closed.

“Stay, Hajime. Please.”

He doesn’t have the willpower to say no to you. It’s not possible. So he sighs. 5 minutes next to her couldn’t hurt. I’ll just be next to her. Yeah. 5 minutes will be fine…

He squishes into the bed next to you, keeping his hands rigidly by his side while sleeping on his back. He turns his head to face you, eyes finally shutting, the image of your delicate features at rest being the last thing he sees before falling asleep.

***6.

None of that explains how you got entangled with him like this. He just doesn’t understand.

Iwaizumi realizes he’s wasted so much time trying to figure out how he got here, when he should have been figuring out how to get tf out. You start to take deep breaths, eyebrows furrowing as you readjust, slowly waking up.

In his panic, he closes his eyes and pretends to sleep. He feels like he’s holding his breath when he feels your breath speed up against his neck. Suddenly, he feels you jolt a little, propping yourself up against his chest. “Fuck,” he hears you mutter under your breath. But he’s surprised when you go silent for a minute, unsure of what you are doing and thinking. He’s even more surprised when you lay your head back down against his chest, your hands coming up to caress his chest.

Now his heart is racing. You have to be able to feel it beating out of his chest, too. Why did you pretend to sleep? Curiosity takes over as he peaks open an eye, only to find you peering up at him, too.

You both jump at the eye contact, Iwaizumi pushing himself farther up the bed and you scooching back to the edge of the mattress.

“You scared me!” You scold him.

“You were pretending to go back to sleep! I didn’t know what to do!” He defends with intensity.

“Well you’d only know what I was doing if you were awake the whole time! So you had to be pretending to sleep first!” Your elbows are digging into the bed as you prop yourself up, getting in the final word.

You’ve got him there. And it’s not like he could escape, because his side of the bed is up against the wall. So in panic and desperation, Iwaizumi huffs, turns around, and goes back into a sleeping position facing said wall, pretending like you aren’t behind him.

“Hajime! I know you’re still awake, don’t be stupid.” You tap his shoulder. No response. “Hajimee, please. We have to talk.” You try this 2, 3 more times, but he refuses to turn. He knows your right. But without the liquid courage coursing through his veins anymore, he’s suddenly not as prepared to talk about your 10+ years of romantic tension, all while half asleep.

Nothing would have prepared Iwaizumi for you to tug his shoulder, push him flat against the bed, and then toss your leg over his torso, taking a seat on his lower belly. He is even less prepared for you to grab his wrists and pin his arms to the side of his face, your eyes wide with a determined look.

“Hajime, I think this is a conversation both of us have been putting off for a while, but we really should talk about…us. I feel like we are both on the same page, but I don’t always know. Ever since-”

Iwaizumi listens to you. Well, tries to listen to you. But all the words are in one ear and out the other, because he knows damn well focusing is a lost cause right now.

You look gorgeous, sitting on top of him like that. And he feels like a perv for even thinking about it, but he can’t help but really look at you, your mussed hair, how small you are in his shirt with the way it engulfs you and even a bit of your legs.

But Iwaizumi is also terrified. Terrified because of where you are, and if you were to shift backwards even a bit, he would have a much bigger problem than the whole ordeal from the night before.

He coulda just thrown you off him, if he really wanted to. But the kicker is that he doesn’t want to. He wants you this close, for as long as he can have it be that way. But I can’t stay like this forever. He’s gotta listen because he knows you’re right, the conversation was long overdue.

“Hajime, are you even listening to me-ah!”

Iwaizumi grabs your hips and pulls you a bit higher onto his stomach- not too much higher, but just away from what he would consider the, uh, danger zone. Your whole body jerks, your hands planting by the sides of his head. And now, you’re awfully close to his face… just when one problem is taken care of, another one appears.

You both could drown, the way you stare into each other’s eyes. And he would be fine with that.

“I’m gonna keep this simple,” you start talking after a long pause, not breaking eye contact. Iwaizumi wordlessly acknowledges, squeezing your hips (he hadn’t removed his hands after moving you). “I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you. And I want you.” Your hands slide up to the sides of his face, thumbs caressing his cheek bone. “So can I finish what I started yesterday?”

Those words are enough to rip the anxiety straight out of Iwaizumi’s chest and replace it with overwhelming relief and desire. Now that he knows you can be his, that you want him to be yours, he won’t hesitate to make that a reality.

He doesn’t even say yes. He grabs the back of your neck with one hand while the other grabs your face, pulling you in and closing his eyes the moment his lips make contact with yours.

His hands and body radiate warmth. His lips are shockingly soft, gentle but eager in the way they navigate yours.

Kissing you is more satisfying than he could ever dream of. So many nights and days spent yearning for you, for your touch and taste, and somehow getting it is even more euphoric. He’s instantly addicted. He soon lets his hand on your face migrate to your waist, and he wordlessly pulls you against his body before rolling you over, now the one looming over you.

He opts to control himself a bit, taking a minute to breathe when your legs wrap around his waist. Just kissing, for now. Don’t ruin it. He’s always been worried about making a move and ruining one of the most important friendships he’s ever had. But now that he has you, he doesn’t want you to think he’s just coming for your body. He’s willing to work his way up to that (and truth be told, he isn’t sure if he’s fully ready to get into it just yet either).

All that wasn’t gonna stop him from kissing you breathless, though. He presses his torso against yours a bit, just to add a bit of pressure and to feel more of you. While one of his hands stays behind your neck, the other rubbing circles into your hip (he’s never made out with someone before, so he’s going off instincts and what his boys have told him-- Aryan, Jon, Makki, Mattsun, and Oikawa all had lots of advice to give). He takes over the pace of the kisses, leaning in and massaging the back of your neck as he goes. Your hands move back and forth from his face to his shoulders down to his arms, squeezing his biceps intermittently.

Riding the high, he decides to try something both Aryan and Makki are big fans of. He presses his nose into the spot behind your ear while his lips latch onto the spot below your jaw. And gently, he bites.

You giggle in response, your hands wrapping around his neck. “Haji, try and like, suck on that spot a bit more, don’t bite as much, mkay?”

Blushing and slightly embarrassed at his own fumbling, he listens to your instruction. But the noise you let out and the way you pull his hair proves worth the attention he gave your instructions.

After another 10 minutes of you two all up on each other, Iwaizumi finally rolls over to the side and pulls you against his chest, hugging you.

“...So…I feel the same way. If that wasn’t, uh, wasn’t super clear, or anything,” he finally says.

“Feel what way?” You bait, turning your head up from against his chest to look at him.

For someone who had no problem kissing you like crazy, words are suddenly really hard. Not because the words he wanted to say weren’t true, but rather because they were words he’d never imagine coming out of his mouth.

Face blaring red, he tilts his head down to look at you, pulling you closer.

“Suki da yo. Y/N.” He says it quietly, but it hits you when he looks into your eyes earnestly. “I’ve loved you for so long. So please, date me. Be my girlfriend. I’ve thought about it way too much, but I think we will make long distance work. And eventually we can be together again, and you won’t have to worry about anything else, because I’ve only ever wanted to be with you, and I don’t think I could change that if I tried-”

You stop his rambling with a soft kiss. “Yes, Haji. I’ll be your girlfriend. We already talk to each other every day, and I’m sure we will find a way to make it work. I’m gonna miss being with you, but I’d rather know your mine and far away than not have you at all,” you say as you nuzzle his chest.

He glows at you. “Actually, I have something to tell you, too.”

“Yeah?”

“So remember how I was shocked you came here from New York?”

“Mhm.”

“Because of how expensive it is?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you know why I knew the price of tickets right now?”

You stop, clearly thinking. “..How?”

“Because I booked a roundtrip flight for next week myself.”

“What?!”

“Yeah, I, I missed you a lot. So I was gonna come visit you on my week off.”

“Hajime! For real!”

“Yeah, for real.”

You prop yourself up just to jump on him, wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. “You’re the best.”

He doesn’t even know what to say, so instead, he just wraps his arms around your back as well, keeping you close.

This has to be the best birthday ever.

A/N Notes: I HAVE SO MANY

The coffee mug was a mug of yours that you gave Iwaizumi, and so the boys thought it would be funny for you to reclaim your mug casually and walk in as if nothing was out of place. But then they fucked it up and in hindsight realized how dumb of a plan it would've been.

Aryan is ethnically Indian, Jonathan is ethnically Korean, and C is also an international student from Thailand. Their friend group is based off my own and our interactions <3

C came up to you and said "it's so sweet of you to come visit your boyfriend for his birthday!" she was expecting you to blush and maybe correct her maybe not. She wasn't expecting you to say "Iwaizumi's not my boyfriend. Yet. I'm gonna ask him out soon though." But that's what you did. She immediately liked how straight forward you were. Also she was the first to know you were gonna make a move lol.

You'd called Oiks, Mattsun, and Makki before going to Cali. They had also been very supportive of you making a move.

Iwaizumi pretended to not see your sleep shirt because he really just wanted to see you in his shirt, but he'd never admit that.

Jonathan and Aryan quickly befriended you as well, welcoming you as an honorary roommate.

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svnarin · 3 months

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⊹˚₊‧ jealous

your boyfriend, suna rintarou, felt betrayed.

suna rintarou swears to himself that he isn’t jealous—jealous of his little sister. still, he can’t avoid asking himself why you even came over to his family home if you were only going to stay with his little sister in her bedroom.

he stood and leaned on the doorframe of his little sister’s bedroom, quietly eyeing the two of you as you brushed his little sister’s hair. he was just observing you when all of a sudden his little sister spoke.

“everything’s not about you, big brother.”

the way his little sister said it sounded sassy, and the fact that it even came out of nowhere made you stifle a laugh as you tried to keep your composure while brushing his little sister’s hair. but rintarou, on the other hand, lost his.

“what are you even saying?” rintarou asked.

“i can sense it..” his little sister hummed. “i can sense that you’re jealous of me. and you’re jealous because i have all your girlfriend’s attention right now,” she said with such confidence along with a sly smirk.

“what–” rintarou stopped his words as he couldn’t say anything. i mean, he’s aware that he is jealous of his little sister right now because she has all your attention. but to admit it? right in front of you? he swore he would rather delete all of his social media accounts right now.

you laughed, finding the situation cute and funny at the same time. ever since you became rintarou’s girlfriend, you also became like the big sister rintarou’s little sister never had, and this type of interaction has been a norm between the suna siblings.

rintarou still couldn't say a thing, but the dead air was immediately prevented from happening when his little sister suddenly spoke in response.

“i don’t want you to join us right now because this was supposed to be girls only, but if you really want to have some of your girlfriend’s attention right now then we can prolly share. only under one condition though.”

“and what exactly is the condition?” rintarou asked.

“just treat us to some food from the miyas later.”

“fine, deal.”

your boyfriend did end up joining the two of you, braiding your hair as you braid his little sister’s hair. but even though the two of you are now bonding, he can still feel some jealousy. he doesn’t want to share your attention with his little sister right now, he wants to have it all to himself.

“baby, i miss you. can we just ditch my sister here and cuddle in my bedroom instead?” rintarou whispered to you all of a sudden.

“big brother, shut up. i can literally hear you.”

𝐒𝐕𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 | repost, modification, and translation of my works on any platforms are strictly prohibited.

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yuu-kumeii · 2 years

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Is that your husband over there? That husband right there? The one who is sneakily reaching for your hand to wrap around his arm? The same one who has been distastefully eyeing a certain co worker of yours the whole time you both have been at this event? That one? The one who, when confronted about his actions, will tell you with certainty that he did no such thing?

Yep, that husband right there. The one whose face is pressed against your chest while mumbling something incoherent everytime you kiss the space between his eyebrows. Telling him that if he keeps looking so grumpy that 'it might be permanent'. The only one who can get away with such childish actions and even get rewarded for it. He's yours anyway, so what's the harm in spoiling him a little?

The one who tightens his arms around you to prevent your attempted escape. Even going as far as to trap your legs in his, pushing you further into his broad chest. He curses the sun for rising too soon and makes it known to you, once again going further by turning to face the wall with you still in his iron grip. You know you have to work and he does too, but one day doesn't matter in the long train of work you both have. So with a sigh, you snuggle closer into his embrace and close your eyes once more, letting the warmth of it all lull you back to sleep. The day can wait, you have a husband to help you through today and for the rest of your life anyway.

SAKUSA <3333, ATSUMU, Osamu, Hinata, KAGEYAMA <333, Ushijima, OIKAWA, BOKUTO (1# guy who doesn't want to let you go), Iwaizumi, Honestly I can see all of them doing this

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 1 year

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Comparing you to their Ex girlfriend

Kiyoomi Sakusa x Fem! reader; Atsumu Miya x Fem! Reader

Warnings: toxic behavior, swearing, Sakusa and Atsumu being big ole jerks, mention of ex’s, angst to comfort

AN: because I enjoy pain : D

Sakusa

Dating life had been pretty dull before you met MSBY’s famed spiker, Kiyoomi Sakusa. It had taken awhile to get to know him. He was a guarded and rather brass individual, not talking much to anyone outside his small circle. However after weeks of trying and being rejected, you finally were able to break thought his defensive walls. He had finally given you a chance.

Now, almost a year later, you and Kiyoomi had a well established routine. It had taken a while to figure out each other quirks, but soon you were able to function as one unit, living your lives both independently and cohesively.

However, one thing you struggled continuously to get use to was Kiyoomi’s high standards of cleanliness. No matter how hard you tried, you never were able to keep up. You knew it was a big reason why Kiyoomi and you hadn’t taken the next step in your relationship, why you hadn’t yet moved in together. It was often a topic of discussion and many times arguments. Your disagreement’s were never fully settled as you both always managed to run out of steam, knowing this was an issue that wouldn’t be quickly resolved.

You tried you hardest, watching his routine and replicating it as best as you could but it was still never enough for him. Despite all this, you loved and adored Kiyoomi and wanted nothing more than the spend the rest of your life with him.

One night, you were sitting on his couch while you watched a movie. He had been at practice all day and you had just gotten off of work. You spent most of you time at his place, knowing perfectly well that he preferred it. While it was inconvenient at times, you kept clothes and the essentials at his place to make mornings and weekends a little easier.

“They are redoing carpeting in the hallway this week,” Kiyoomi spoke as you looked at him. You knew he had been hoping management would upgrade for a while now so you were thrilled.

“I’m glad! I know you’ve wanted this for a while. You always complain about the stains and stuff so it’s good that they are finally taking notice,” you said as he hummed in agreement.

“Yeah but I’ll have to stay in a hotel for a few days because I won’t be able to have access to my apartment so that kind of sucks.”

You didn’t see this as an inconvenience but rather as an opportunity. You had been waiting to show Kiyoomi how you’ve improved your cleaning skills and you were certain that they were beyond up to his standards.

“You know, you could just stay with me?” You spoke as Kiyoomi looked at you, smiling and then chuckling. Confused, your brows furrowed as you waited for him to speak.

“No offense sweetie but I’ve seen your cleaning skills and I think I’ll take my chances at a hotel,” he laughed. You sat up, looking at him as he stared.

“Omi I’ve been working my butt off to keep my place clean. I do everything you asked and I’ve been keeping in mind the things you taught me,” you said as Kiyoomis face fell. He could tell you were serious.

“YN it’s ok. Cleaning isn’t everyone’s strong suit and it’s obviously not yours,” he replied as you stood up, offended by his words.

“I’m trying my hardest Kiyoomi! I come home, exhausted everyday and I clean. Then, instead of relaxing, I drive over here and spend my nights with you because I know you are more comfortable in your own environment!” You shout as Kiyoomi rolls his eyes m, standing up and walking past you.

“YN you are making a huge deal of this again, we’ve been over this!” He spoke going into the kitchen and plgrabbing his cleaning supplies. You knew he cleaned when he was stress, it wasn’t like his normal routine.

“Omi I’m not trying to-”

“YN just shut up ok?! Just shut up! It’s always something with you! This is always a fight and I’m sick of it! If you were half as good as Becca was at cleaning we’d already be living together!” He growled as you froze, you mouth falling slack as you body went cold. How could he? How could he bring her up? Of everything he could have said, how could he have stooped so low.

You straightened you back, tears filling your eyes as you heart began to crumble, “I’ll never be good enough for you will I Kiyoomi?” Turning on your heels, you grabbed your purse and shoes, walking out the front door.

Leaning on the counter, his anger began to grow, not at you but at himself. He couldn’t believe she had come to his mind, someone he hadn’t thought about in years. Becca had been his high school sweetheart, and he thought she was it. Unfortunately, schedules clashed and his life as a pro-volleyball superstar skyrocketed. He found less and less time for her and she had grown sick of it. Before he knew it, he had come home to an empty apartment, he spare key on the counter with a note that simply rid, “I fell out of love with you.” That was the last Tim he had seen or heard from her again. He figured she’d moved on, found someone who was worthy of her time.

The breakup had broken him in more ways than he carried to admit. He became more reclusive, pulling away from friends and family. He got in the habit of being alone, functioning without someone at his side. That all changed when he met you. You were gorgeous, funny and so outgoing. He immediately found himself attracted to you but he was scared, scare of his heart being broken again, scared he would lose something so precious.

You continued to peruse him, despite his desperate attempts to keep you away. He wanted to be with you, wanted to move on but his fear of being left alone was paralyzing. Finally, he relented and went on a date with you. Soon one turned into two and then three and then six. Your relationship happened effortlessly and he enjoyed every minute of it. He knew he loved you, knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you but he was afraid to make that next step so he kept you at bay with his ridiculous cleaning demands. He knew they were outrageous and over the top but they protected him, they protected his heart.

He stood there, once again in silence as his breathe began to hitch. He had done it again, he had driven the person he lived away. His arms fell to his side as he reached for his phone. He pulled up your contact information and hit the dial button.

The phone rang and rang as you ignored it. You knew Kiyoomi was calling but you couldn’t bare speaking to him, you curled up in your freshly made bed as your tears overwhelmed you. The pain of her name imprinted on your brain as you sobbed.

Kiyoomi had told you about Becca, he had told you why she had left. You knew he was guarded and you were determined to do whatever you could to fix it. You hated how broken he was, how he felt he couldn’t trust anyone. It was a big reason as to why you worked your hardest to live up to his standards, thinking maybe, just maybe, he would let his guard down.

“You’re such an idiot Yn,” you cried as you covered your head up and sobbed deeply.

“Yeah, what’s up?” Atsumu answered as Kiyoomi stood in his kitchen, taking his hand down his face. He had messed up and in a bad way.

“I really fucked update with Yn Sumu. She left and I don’t think she’s coming back,” he murmured into the phone.

“What happened? Did she finally have enough of your bullshit demands?” Atsumu laughed as Kiyoomi sighed.

“We got into a fight because she wanted to me stay with her while my apartment was getting some work done. I thought she was joking but she wasn’t and I kind of threw Becca in her face.”

“You did what??? You asshole!” Atsumu shouted as Kiyoomi pulled the phone away from his ear, “I mean come on dude, YN has been dealing with your bullshit for almost a year now! She does everything you ask of her and all she wants is for you to see that. I think she’s more than shown you she can handle your ridiculous standards dude. Plus she’s probably the most patient woman I’ve ever seen. I mean, literally dealing with you is just as bad as emo Bokuto!”

Kiyoomi didn’t answer because he knew what Atsumu was saying was true. He knew his standards were high and that in a lot of ways, they were just a guard.

“You know she loves you right? She’s not going anywhere Omi. She chased you down for months and she’s stood by you for almost a year, she’s not leaving dude,” Atsumu spoke softly as a tear rolled down kiyoomi’s cheek.

“I think I need to talk to her,” he responded as he heard Atsumu mutter an “mmhmm” before hanging up. He grabbed his keys, locking up before making his way to your apartment.

You groaned as the knocking on your door became obsessive. You had absolutely no intention on answering the door in the state you were in but the person had continued to knock for well over 20 minutes.

With mascara running down your cheeks and you hair in disarray, you made your way to the front door, checking the peephole before opening it.

You saw Kiyooni on the other side, looking visibly upset. Unlocking the door, you swung it open as the smell of cleaning products wafted, hitting his nose smack in the face.

“What do you want?” You growled as Kiyoomi stood there taking you in. You looked like you had been crying, no doubt because of him and his actions. Your face was flush and your hair a complete disaster. Still, you looked absolutely breathtaking to him.

“Can-can I come in?” He questioned, rubbing the back of his head as you turned and headed towards the living room.

“Take your shoes off at least,” you said as Kiyoomi looked around. Your apartment was immaculately kept, everything clean and in its place. Dare he say, it may have even been cleaner than his own place.

Having slipped his shoes off, he headed to the couch. You had sat in the arm chair, indicating you didn’t want to be close to him. He couldn’t really blame you for that.

“I can to apologize Yn. I’m really sorry for everything I said, for how hard I’ve been on you. Honestly, I don’t have an excuse at this point. I’ve been a complete asshole to you. I’ve set my standards and walls so high that I was sure you’d never reach them and every time you did, it kind of freaked me out. I was scared of losing you like I lost her. I was scared of how much I loved you and how much I came to need you in my life. I know you don’t have to forgive me and I don’t expect you too but I just wanted you to know how sorry I am and how much I really do love you.”

Tears fell as you listened to him speak. You knew he was guarded but this was a whole new level. Tears streamed down your cheeks as your eyes met his, “I love you Kiyoomi and all I’ve ever tried to do was show you that. I know how important volleyball is to you and what happened with your ex but I’m not her. I’m not going to to fall out of love with you because your passionate about volleyball.”

Kiyoomi watched you as tears fell, he knew you were being sincere and that you cared for him. He stood up, walking over to you and kneeling in front of you, “YN, I love you and I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry I said those things and pushed you away. I’m sorry I ever gave you a chance or agreed to come stay with you. I shouldn’t have compared you to her. There is nothing to compare Yn, I love you so so much more than I ever loved her and I hope you can find it in your heart o forgive me.”

You smiled softly as you hand went to rest on his cheek, whiling a stray tear as it flowed down, “I forgive you Kiyoomi and I love you so much.”

Atsumu

Your relationship with Atsumu was an interesting one. When you first met him, you thought he was rather arrogant and annoying, not usually someone you’d date. However the more you got to know him, the more he grew on you, leading to your now 6 month long relationship. Sure it had its ups and downs but you were so in love with the un-toned blonde setter.

Atsumu and you both had extreme personalities, which was a double edged sword in your relationship. You both were extremely passionate and loving towards each other but when you fought, oh boy was it a show.

You didn’t fight a lot, usually only when things got serious or you got annoyed with his normal stupidity. You both had separate lives, somehow managing to cohesively combine them to fit each other.

Both being workaholics, you struggled sometimes to find time for each other. Atsumu was at the gym for long hours and you were at your office for equally as long but you always made weekly dates and kept your relationship fresh.

This week, it was your turn to plan your weekly date. Unfortunately for you, you’d been not only extremely run down at work but your period had just started and you weren’t feeling the best. You decided that it would be ok to keep it low key for one week since you usually always went all out. You’d order take out and watch a movie, it was simple but you knew the point of date was to spend time with your man.

When Sumu came home, he noticed you in your pajama’s chilling on the couch as you smiled at him. He looked at you, confused as to why you weren’t ready to go out. “Uh babe, we have date night tonight remember?” He said, removing his shoes and setting his bag down. He had been busy at the gym, exhausted from all the extra work he had been putting in. He was looking forward to going out, enjoying the town and spending time with his girl.

“I thought we could switch things up once! I was going to order take out and figured we could rent a movie,” you smiled as his face fell. You looked at him as he stared at you, wondering why his expression had all of a sudden turned sour

“Babe we always go out. I was looking forward to not being at home,” he complained as you stood up, walking over to him. You could tell he was growing agitated but maybe if you explained then he’d be ok.

“Sumu, I’m dead tired and my period came today-”

“Ok so take a midol or something! We can still go out Yn. You aren’t the only one on this relationship you know!?” he shouted as you reeled. What the actual fuck?

“Sumu what the hell?!? I planned a nice night in because I don’t feel well and you tell me to just take some pills and get over it?”

“It honestly sounds like you were just being lazy Yn. It’s not like it takes that much effort to make reservations or put a little makeup on. I mean you do it everyday for your coworkers so you should be able to do it for your boyfriend!” He shouted as you began growing angry.

“Well I’m fucking sorry for having a uterus Sumu! Heaven forbid I ever fucking inconvenience you with my bleeding and exhaustion but oh wait, I forgot, I’m not perfect like you!” You screamed back as he glared.

“You know, Layla never bothered me with shit like this Yn, she knew exactly what I wanted and she never argued with me!” He spat as you stared at him, mouth agape.

How fucking dare he bring her up? Layla, his perfect ex girlfriend who was a model and absolutely drop dead gorgeous. He knew bringing up her was a low blow and he didn’t even care.

“Well then, why don’t you go back to Layla then if I’m such an inconvenience,” you murmured, standing your ground.

“Maybe I will!” He shouted, grabbing his gym bag, slipping his shoes on and walking out the front door.

It took a moment, just a minute to sink in before your whole world came crashing down. Your hands flew to your mouth as you began to shake, tears threatening to spill as you quickly turned and headed to the bedroom.

You cried as you grabbed your overnight bag and began throwing clothes in it. You couldn’t believe he had said that. How could he possibly stoop so low. Of all the people, why did it have to be her? Your chest stung as you leave with the bare minimum, throwing your purse over your shoulder and grabbing your keys as you frantically made your way to the front door.

You had to get out of here, you couldn’t stay here. Not in this place, not surrounded by pictures of the two of you and definitely not as the afterburn of her name hit you. The thought of him seeking her out to comfort him chipped away at your heart, you couldn’t stomach the thought of Atsumu being with her again.

You turned, looking around one last time before leaving. The tears fell, gathering on your clothes and shoes. The heartbreak you were feeling immeasurable.

Groaning, Atsumu sat in his car thinking about the fight over and over again. He was pissed, fuming actually but surprising, it wasn’t at you. He only had himself to be angry at. He knew he overreacted, knew you didn’t deserve the shouting match he started.

He sighed, getting out of his car and knocking on his brothers door. Osamu answered, giving his twin a weird look.

“I thought tonight was date night?”

“YN and I had a fight,” he spoke as Osamu rolled his eyes.

“Of course you did,” he responded moving out of the way, “what happened in paradise now?”

“Well it was suppose to be date night and instead of planning a date, she decided it would be ok for us to just have takeout and watch a movie,” Atsumu reiterated as Samu stared at him.

“Ok and what’s wrong with that?”

“I wanted to go out but she said she wasn’t feeling good, her period or something. So I suggested she take midol-”

“Bro you didn’t?” Samu spoke, eyes widening as Atsumu stared at him.

“I mean, I guess it was kind of rude but dude I want to go out, I want to do stuff!”

“Ok but maybe Yn wasn’t feeling good. Date nights aren’t about going out, it’s about spending time together,” Samu replied.

“Yeah I guess so,” Atsumu said, thinking back to the conversation, “fuck I said something else too. Something kind of mean.”

Osamu looked at him as Atsumu raked his hands through his hair, “what did you say?”

“Fuck- I fuck! I compared her to Layla,” Sumu said, collapsing on his brothers couch.

“You compared Yn, sweet Yn, to that cunt? Dude she was such a fucking bitch and she cheated on you! What the fuck is wrong with you?” Osamu shouted as Atsumu sat down, hands going straight to his hair.

“I know I know man! Fuck I was just so upset about not going out and I- I guess I overreacted.”

“You think? God Sumu you are so stupid! YN is literally the best thing that ever happened to you! Do you realize how fucking annoying you are to deal with? How much YN puts up with? Do you remember when you found out Layla was cheating? God you were the literal worst! Sakusa, heck even Meian, couldn’t handle you!” Atsumu’s hands went down to his knees as he contemplated everything he had been through.

Atsumu had been single for almost a year when he had first laid eyes on you. After Layla had cheated, he had stuck to mostly one night stands. While they weren’t in short supply, he missed the connection of having someone to care for and love.

The first time he saw you was at a bar, dressed in a skin tight outfit he couldn’t remove from his mind. His plans for you started out like all his other plans but immediately changed when you flatly turned him down. He’ll never forget the look you gave him and the giggle followed by the words, “not in your lifetime big guy.” Those words, the look you gave him were definitely what first attracted him to you and after chasing you for months, he finally wore you down enough for a date.

He was utterly broken after his ex had left, crushed by the weight of feeling not good enough. He didn’t want that to ever happen again which is why he kept all potential flings at a distance m, never bringing them to his apartment and never bothering to learn their names, but when you came into his life, that all changed. He learned that he could love again and that not all women were like Layla.

Atsumu stood up, walking to Osamu’s door and exiting. He knew exactly what he needed to do. He needed to grovel at your feet, beg for forgiveness and pray that you’d find it in your amazing heart to forgive him.

Arriving at your shared apartment, he ran upstairs grabbing the door handle and pushing it, only it was locked. His eyes widened as he again pushed on the knob. Why was the door locked? Did you not expect him to come home tonight? The words hit him like a ton of bricks.

“Well then maybe you should go back to Layla!”

“Maybe I will!”

“Shit shit!” He whispered as he quickly grabbed his keys and unlocked the door, pushing in as fast as he could. The apartment was dark and quiet, something he wasn’t use to.

“YN!! YN!! Baby where are you?!”

He searched the entire apartment, frantically looking for any sign of you. He stopped, his breathe hitching as his mind wandered to the worst.

“No no! Please tell me she didn’t!?” He yelled, running to the closet in your bedroom and throwing it open. The blood drained from his face and his eyes began to water as he slowly backed up. Your suitcase was gone, some of your clothes also.

Scrambling quickly, he ran to his phone on the counter and quickly found your number. “Come on baby, pick up!” He whispered.

“Hello?” You answered, somber in tone and sounding like you had been crying.

“Baby? Oh thank god! Where are you? I came home and you were gone, I was so worried!” He sighed, feeling a little relieved that you actually answered his call.

“Why don’t you go back to Layla? I’m sure she can console you!” You spat as Atsumu whinced. Ok, he deserved that, he definitely deserved that.

“Baby, listen I just want to talk ok? I know I fucked up and I’m so sorry Yn. I know I overreacted and I know my words don’t makeup for what I said but I love you Yn. You are the one I want, the one who helped me to trust again. Please Yn, baby come home,” Atsumu sobbed as you sighed.

“I’m sorry Sumu but I’m not going to come home tonight or for a while. What you said was so hurtful and low. You didn’t think of anyone but yourself Sumu. I told you I wasn’t feeling well, that I was exhausted and you told me to take some medicine and suck it up! Then on top of that, you threw her fucking name in my face! You don’t know how fucking much that shattered me Sumu,” you cried, sucking in a breath as Atsumu listened. He knew he fucked up but this was by far the worst he’d ever messed up.

“Princess please, I know- I know I’m a fucking asshole and I should have never ever brought her up, I was mad and I let me anger get the better of me. Just please, please can we talk about this?” He pleaded into the phone, tears running down his cheeks.

“I’ll talk to you later Sumu,” you sighed, hanging up as Atsumu collapsed to his knees, his body shaking as he tried to process everything. You were gone, really gone.

The next morning, your phone rang as you sighed, bracing for another phone call from Atsumu. You picked up the phone, looking at the caller id as your brows furrowed.

“Hello?” You said as Osamu’s voice filled the receiver.

“Hey Yn, uh I’m really sorry to bother you but Sakusa just called me, Atsumu didn’t show up for practice today. I can’t leave the restaurant right now or I’d go check on him but I was wondering if you were with him?”

You breathe stopped, your mind functioning of auto pilot as you raced from your hotel room to your car.

“YN is everything ok?” Osamu said sounding more panicked.

“I- I left Samu! I left him alone! Oh god, Samu I was so hurt by what he said! I got a hotel room and he called me last night. He told me how sorry he was and I told him I needed time! Oh my god what if something happened to him!”

You were sobbing as your tires squealed, your foot hitting the floor as you peeled out of the hotel parking lot. The tears rolled down your face as you heart sped up, your brain automatically going to the worst possible scenario.

“YN calm down ok? I’m sure he’s fine! Please don’t do anything irrational right now,” Sumu spoke, trying to calm you.

You couldn’t answer as you speed to your apartment, parking and throwing open the car door. You left Osamu shouting into your phone as you as you quickly raced to the door.

Ramming into your front door, you threw it open and we’re greeted with Atsumu standing there, staring at you.

“YN what the hell? Are you ok?” he said as you through your body into his, bracing as you sobbed into his chest.

“Osamu called me and said that you didn’t show up to practice! I thought about our conversation last night and oh god Sumu!” You cried into his chest as his arms wrapped around you, holding you close and rubbing your back.

“Baby, hey it’s ok. I’m ok? I texted Meian and told him I needed a day off. I just couldn’t get you off my mind and the thought of even trying to push you out just hurt,” he said, hugging you tight as his eyes began to well with tears.

“Baby I’m so so fucking sorry! I can’t believe I was so selfish. I know I don’t deserve you but YN, I love you more than anything. You are it for me, the only thing I ever want.”

You pulled back, eyes softening as you quickly placed a kiss on Atsumu’s lips, “Sumu what you said was mean and hurtful and you are the biggest jerk ever but I love you so much and the thought of losing you well, it crushed me more than anything.”

“I promise Yn, I’ll be better for you,” he smiled, leaning down and taking your lips once again.

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Catching them masturbating - Haikyu Part 2

NSFW / Minors don't interact / 18+

Pairing: Female reader x timeskip Sakusa / Atsumu

Sequel to this series :)

Warnings: male masturbation, fantasies about sex, cumming in pants, infidelity/reader cheating in Atsumu's part (I'm sorry Kita), fingering, penetrative sex

Notes: I was kind of in a writing slump and didn't have a lot of time to write but I’m back with this! Hope you all enjoy and let me know what you think! Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated :)

Kiyoomi Sakusa

Generally, Sakusa hates it when people show up unannounced. He has his routine, his special way of doing things, uninterrupted and at his own pace.

But now he’s disrupted. And this is in such a vulnerable state, at an extremely inconvenient time of the day.

He just came home, he had a nice dinner and was relaxing on the couch. And like so often his mind wandered to you - his beautiful neighbor.

A lot of times, merely innocent thoughts about you ended up with his hand wrapped around his flushed dick. Just like now. His hand hurriedly pumps into his flushed tip, his breathing erratic as he imagines it’s your pussy that is wrapped so tightly around him instead. A groan rips past his heaving chest, as he watches a bead of pre-cum spilling down his length.

And then the bell rang.

Sakusa doesn’t get up. He simply stops his movement and hopes that the intruder will just disappear - but he hopes in vain.

The sound of the bell rings through his apartment again. He holds his breath; his dick twitching in his hand; hoping for a release.

He thinks himself safe when it’s quiet for a minute and he’s about to resume his movement. And then the shrill sound rings through his apartment again.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath. Reluctantly he lets go of himself before he pulls his pants up.

He’s still hazy from his pleasure, so he doesn’t even think about his appearance, only hoping to get this over quickly.

He flings the door open and nearly chokes on air when he lays his eyes on you. You’re right in front of him, looking even more beautiful than in his fantasies.

Maybe Sakusa should’ve glanced into the mirror before opening the door. Then he wouldn’t have to wonder why your eyes widen, before feverishly raking over his body.

He becomes painfully aware of his appearance now.

You swallow hard, noticing his disheveled hair, his naked and flushed chest heaving with his heavy breathing. Quickly, you avert your gaze to the floor, trying not to think of what he could’ve been doing just now. Just working out, you try to convince yourself.

You raise your eyes to his again. They are so dark, peering at you with such an intensity that you’d rather just look away again. You try your best not to get lost in them.

“Hey, uhm sorry for disrupting. You’re Sakusa, right? I’m your neighbor and…,” you mumble sheepishly, trying your best not to let your gaze flicker back down to his chest.

His eyes grow wider. “Hold on. I’ll just quickly put on something. Come in if you want,” he mutters, before quickly turning around.

Well, you wouldn’t mind if he kept his shirt off, you muse as you study his impressive back as you follow behind him into his apartment. He dips into one of the rooms and comes back a few seconds later with a shirt on.

You look around his place, noticing how clean and tidy it is. That doesn’t match your neighbor's disheveled appearance you’ve just witnessed. You put the package down on his table, pointing towards it.

“This was wrongfully given to me,” you explain, smiling at him sweetly.

Sakusa’s eyes flicker to the package before they fix on you again. “Thanks,” he mutters.

“Sorry, if I was … uhm were I interrupting something?” you question, the curiosity getting the best of you.

His dark eyes grow a little wider at your question. You have seen him around countless times, but this facial expression is new to you. You must be onto him.

He massages the back of his neck, averting your gaze. He doesn’t even try to hide the strong blush that sprawls across his cheeks.

You let your gaze travel lower and then you see it. Earlier you were too caught up with ogling his bare chest but now you see it - the bulge in his pants. It’s … huge. Hmmm, that’s a far more interesting package…

You let your gaze drag up his body again. In embarrassment, you notice that he has caught you staring. You gnaw on your bottom lip as you observe the blush on his cheeks deepen. He just looks right back at you, his face visibly flustered but his eyes are hard.

Sakusa doesn’t know what to do. He just looks at you, not sure if you know what he has been doing. But even if - what difference would this make?

“Were you jerking off?” You ask, the corner of your lips slightly curling upwards. You look a little bit surprised yourself that the question escaped your lips so easily.

He huffs, rolling his eyes at you. So, you know he did. He just looks at you in silence. You crumble under his stare.

“Sorry, I’m leaving,” you hurriedly mumble, heading towards the door.

Sakusa catches up with you in a few seconds. It’s like his body reacted on its own. His hand encircles your wrist, holding you back.

“Don’t go.” His words are barely above a whisper.

He observes you as you swallow hard before you lock eyes with him. You glance at each other before he continues.

“Why were you asking me this?” The question drops from his lips hurriedly. He needs to know.

“I- I don’t know. I thought that maybe…” you trail off, not daring to articulate what exactly you wanted.

“You wanna help me?” This time it’s Sakusa that is surprised by his own words.

He observes you as you open your mouth a few times before a quiet, dumbfounded “What?” Fills up his silent apartment.

He quickly lets go of your wrist and steps away. “Sorry, I must’ve…”

“No, I mean…,” you fall into his sentence. You gulp, finding the courage to look into his black eyes again. The longing you find in them nearly makes your heart melt.

A low yes drops from your lips without a second thought. Sakusa observes you, swallowing against the dryness of his mouth. His heart still beats violently in his chest, the possibility of his fantasies realizing so soon nearly making him dizzy.

You step closer and he takes ahold of your wrist again, dragging you towards his couch. He feels helpless after that. He places himself down on the soft cushion avoiding looking anywhere near you. You take over the initiative.

A strangled sound escapes his chest as you move onto his lap, straddling him. His eyes grow wide, doubtfully fixing on your face. Fuck, you’re even more beautiful from up this close.

“You okay?” You mumble, biting back a smile.

“You’re making me nervous,” he admits sheepishly.

If his pathetic words have this effect, Sakusa considers being pathetic more often. You smile, so brightly, that he has no other choice than to return it. He takes you in, letting his eyes drag over your features. You’re still so unfamiliar, so new.

The longing to have you like this; to get to know how you taste, how your hands will press against his skin, how you’ll sound makes his whole body burn. And now he has you right here on his lap, curios eyes filled with apprehension.

“Let me help you,” you breathe, dipping your head low. Your lips are so soft, molding right against his. His hands instinctively hold onto you, fingertips gently pressing into your waist.

He feels encompassed by your warmth, your scent, by your taste. Your tongue messily drags against his bottom lip, coaxing his mouth open. His skin burns under your hands that wander searchingly along his neck before burying in his curls.

You slightly tug at his hair, eliciting him a small gasp. You explore each other's mouths, tongues moving messily against each other, breathing getting heavier and heavier. You don’t know how long you two kiss each other like this.

Sakusa’s hand moves over your body, gripping and catching every bend hurriedly and shamelessly now. He swallows your soft pants, every one of your noises making blood rush down his body.

You shortly pull away, catching your breath. A string of spit between your lips breaks, just before Sakusa leans forward again, crashing his mouth against yours once more. He’s more hungry now, the kiss more desperate.

And then you move. The movement is impalpable at first, the gentle grinding of your hips. Yet, Sakusa feels it with an intensity that makes his mind dizzy. His cock is already so sensitive from the stimulation earlier. And every roll of your hips against him has the knot in his belly tighten.

He pulls away, slowly prying his eyes open. He gazes up at you through his half-lidded eyes, enthralled by the sight of you.

You stare right back at him; at his puffy, half-bruised face. You increase the movement of your hips. Feathery, open-mouthed kisses land on his neck. Sakusa gasps, his grip tightening around you, helping in guiding you on his length. The heat of his hardened dick seeps through the layers of skin separating you two.

You slightly suck on the sensitive skin of his throat, eliciting him a low groan. Sakusa feels so hot, his skin burning where you touched him, his dick throbbing so painfully against your clothed core. You pull away, watching him as he loses himself.

“Do you like that?” You mumble, watching as he peels open his eyes languidly.

“Don’t stop” he rasps, craving the friction.

You resume your movement, rocking yourself over him again. His gaze is almost delirious, his dark eyes hazed over with lust as he studies your face. His breathing is erratic as his hips involuntarily buck up into you.

“I wanna fuck you so bad,” you breathe wistfully.

Sakusa breathes out a shaky moan, at the lewdness of your words and the yearning apparent in your eyes. A choked groan rips past his chest, his hips pressing up into you as he tips over the edge.

He’s just as surprised as you as he cums in his pants. You feel it through your clothes; the painful throbbing of his dick as his eyes widen.

“Fuck,” he groans, his face flushed red, a slight furrow of his brows, as his fingertips dig into your flesh. This is a first for Sakusa.

“I’m- fuck - sorry,” he stammers, his voice hoarse. His face burns in embarrassment.

There is it again - that smile of yours.

“Don’t worry,” you reassure him, gently swatting a strand of his curls away from his glistening forehead.

A soft chuckle falls from your lips, as you teasingly grind yourself against him. Sakusa groans, his dick twitching weakly.

“I think I’m gonna tell the postman to drop your packages over at mine more often.”

Atsumu Miya

Atsumu seizes his chance. Finally, he’s alone. You and Kita have gone out onto the rice fields, allowing him the chance to finally release the tension that has been building up inside him for the last few days. At last, he can get a release - as loudly as he wants.

He’s in the bathroom, one hand holding onto the sink, the other wrapped tightly around his flushed dick. He watches his hand dragging along his length, only thinking about you - his friend’s girlfriend.

His heavy pants fill up the tiny room as he thinks about you, about your beautiful body, your face, your voice, picturing you in varying, sinful positions. He knows he shouldn’t. But he does so anyway.

He’s so wrapped up in his fantasies that he initially doesn’t hear the door opening. Atsumu didn’t lock the bathroom door, why would he? You two were going to be on the rice fields for a while. And quite frankly; the possibility of you finding him like this only fueled his dirty mind.

But now that you stand in the doorframe, eyes wide and mouth agape he has to admit that maybe this wasn’t the smartest move.

“What are- Why didn’t you close the door?” He hears your stunned voice.

Atsumu flinches, your name dropping from his lips in surprise. He stares at you blankly for a few seconds, registering your visibly flustered face. His mouth closes and opens a few times before he even thinks about letting go of himself.

“I- I’m sorry,” he mutters. He swallows hard, quickly tugging his hard dick back into the confinement of his boxers. His face flushes hot as he observes your gaze trailing along his bare abdomen. His wide chest is heaving with his labored breath, flushed red with desire.

“You can’t behave for a few days?” You scold him, though your voice is weak.

Atsumu gulps, avoiding your intense stare. “Not when you’re around,” he admits meekly.

A long sigh drops from your lips, causing his eyes to flicker back to you. He takes in your flustered face, the light furrow of your brows, and the way you bite down on your bottom lip. His hand rakes through his disheveled hair.

“Atsumu,” you hesitate. “I’m Kita’s girlfriend,” you assert, your eyes jumping over his face searchingly.

“I know,” he murmurs, with a sad smile. Of course, he knows.

“You shouldn’t think about me this way,” you continue, the furrow of your brows deepening.

He shrugs, scoffing. “Don’t you think I know that?”

“I suppose,” you reply, surprised but also afraid that he doesn’t deny his feelings for you.

A long sigh drops from his lips before he moves closer to you. His gaze softens, his eyes ruefully trailing along your features. “I’m sorry. Do you forgive me?” His voice is hoarse, his warm breath fanning across your cheek.

You look up at him, his vulnerable expression makes your heart twist. He’s so close, you can see a handful of freckles on his cheeks. You nod, your eyes darting to his lips.

“I didn’t intend for this to happen,” he mutters gently.

“I know,” you whisper, hypnotized by his words, by his deep voice.

“I can’t get you out of my mind, no matter how hard I try,” he continues, his voice almost breaking.

You swallow hard, your eyes flickering back to his eyes.

The look in his half-lidded eyes makes your heart race in your chest. You unconsciously draw closer to him, basking in the heat his body radiates.

Atsumu carefully stretches out his hand, softly cradling your cheek in his hand. You don’t resist his touch, causing his heart to flutter hopefully in his chest.

He dips low, tenderly pressing his lips onto yours. His other hand finds purchase on your hip, fingertips gently digging into your flesh as if he’s afraid you will evaporate.

You pull away first. Your innocent eyes lock with his.

“We can’t do this,” you mutter, your hot breath fanning over his lips.

“I know. Just once more, one more kiss,” he almost pleads, his voice hoarse.

“We can’t,” you repeat, although you lean further toward him.

Your lips connect once more. His eager tongue drags along your bottom lip and you comply, granting him entrance. He tastes you, dragging every breath from your lungs until you pull away again. Atsumu observes you as you open your eyes languidly.

“We shouldn’t,” you try again, though your voice is weak and your eyes involuntarily dart back to his kiss-bruised mouth.

“Right. I know. I know,” he agrees, although he pulls you closer.

You’re pressed flush against his chest and he kisses you again. His hands greedily smooth over your body, not leaving a part of you untouched. He kisses you again and again. No matter how many times you pull away, your heart pulls you towards him in spite of its wrongfulness.

You melt in his grasp, lust cursing through your body, smothering any warning thought in your brain. He pulls away, a string of spit breaking between your lips. He presses feathery kisses onto your neck, moving lower and lower.

“Atsumu,” you rasp, tenderly, it seemed almost painfully.

“Just this once,” he begs.

You whimper quietly, your skin burning where he touched you. The more you allow him, the greedier he gets. You let him kiss you and you let him peel your clothes off of you. Layer after layer falls onto the bathroom floor until you’re completely bare.

His hands smooth over your breasts, down to your ass. He’s shameless, his hands hurriedly grabbing onto you. Appreciating touches leave your skin burning. His smoldering eyes trail over your body as he tries to comprehend that this is really happening.

His hand finds its way between your legs, feeling the wetness transpire onto his fingertips. You gasp, as he circles your clit softly before he briefly dips his finger inside of you. He shallowly starts to thrust his fingers, while his thumb rubs over your puffy clit.

Desperately he ignores the throbbing of his cock, watching your every expression as he pleases you. The squelching sound of your dripping pussy fills up the bathroom. Each of your breathless pants, moans, and whimpers makes his blood run hot, rushing down his body.

His slippery fingers thrust into you until he has your pussy fluttering. He watches you cum on his hands, feeling the way you spasm around his fingers and watching your eyes roll to the back of your head. He loves to watch you fall apart, solely because of him.

Atsumu lets go of you then, watching you come down from your high. He swallows before a shaky sigh leaves his lips. His eyes jump all over your face, taking you in.

He looks at you wanting more, noticing the apprehension in your eyes. You move, softly grabbing his cock that strains against his boxers.

Your name falls from his lips, drawn out into a sigh. You tug down his boxers, languidly encircling his girth before you move your hand up and down his length.

“This is wrong,” you whisper weakly.

“Just this once,” Atsumu sighs, watching the movement of your hand. His cock looks so big with your delicate hand wrapped around it.

You swallow hard before you nod. “Just a little bit, just the tip,” you breathe.

He lifts you with ease, partly sitting you on the sink. His lips are on yours again, the kiss is hungry and sloppy. He quickly aligns himself to your anticipating hole, slowly sinking his flushed tip into you.

You gasp desperately, your chest burning with the desire to have more of him.

“Deeper,” you beg, a low whine ripping past your parted lips.

Atsumu complies eagerly, pushing further inside of you. He swallows your moan as he bottoms out.

And then he moves, dragging his cock nearly out of you just to go deeper. He fucks you slow and thoroughly, as you pant into each other’s mouths. Your legs are wrapped around his waist tightly, as you both lose yourself in the pleasure. His eyes are fixed on you, watching you as you lose yourself around his cock.

With every thrust, his pace increases until he’s pounding into you relentlessly. You moan and whimper, as your nails rake down his back. The slapping of skin reverberates through the tiny bathroom, mixing in with the squelching sound of your messy pussy.

His large frame encompasses you fully, his face buried in the crook of your neck. His hot breath fans over your delicate skin, praising you, praising how good you are to him. His hands hold onto you dearly, as his rhythm grows more frantic.

Atsumu would love to sink into you like this again and again, but he already feels his orgasm nearing. His tip is so sensitive from the previous stimulation and you’re just so soft, encompassing him heavenly.

He yearns to have you cumming around him, so his hand sneaks down your body. His finger draws tight circles around your puffy clit, while his large cock splits you open.

He watches your tits bouncing with each of his sharp thrusts before he gazes into your face. You look so beautiful; your eyes daring to close, your swollen lips parted, releasing sweet sounds.

You whimper, the way Atsumu’s finger rubs over your aching clit has you seeing stars, the pleasure nearly too much.

“I know, baby, I know,” he mumbles, feeling your pussy spasming around his weeping dick.

“Let it go for me, make a mess for me,” he pleads, his voice delirious with need. And you do. Oh, you do.

Your pussy clamps down on him. His name, drawn out in a whine, falls right on his ears, as you cum on his dick.

He curses under his breath, his hips stuttering forward once more before he tips over the edge as well. He lets your pussy milk him dry, sending ropes of his hot cum up inside you. You feel his cock throbbing, as he shallowly thrust in and out of you, making a mess of your slick and his cum running down your thighs.

His figure slumps against yours, his chest heaving with labored breath. He basks in the feeling of having you wrapped so tightly around him before he reluctantly slips out of you.

His hooded eyes are fixed on yours, taking in your lust-drunk expression. Atsumu commits the image to his memory, not knowing if he’ll ever see you like this again.

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str4wkinzi · 6 months

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NSFW CONTENT! MINORS DONT INTERACT!!

Your teacher comes over to your desk, putting one hand on your shoulder.

“Stay after class today.”

Teacher! fav x Reader :3 (comic said change it to any character)

COMIC’S BIRTHDAY BASH HERE!!

You wait in your seat after class, watching everyone else pack up and leave. He goes over to the door, closing and locking it.

“Your grades have been.. low. Is anything wrong?” He questions as he comes over to your desk.

You say no. Well, you try to say no. You look at him staring into your soul with those eyes. He’s your teacher, you shouldn’t think like this!

He snaps his fingers in your face. When did he get so close? He leans down, he’s so close to your face.

“I think i know what the problem is..” he whispers to himself as he stands up. You don’t hear it.

“Is it me? Are you.. distracted by me?” He says.

You could barely count the number of no’s that left your lips. No. That’s a lie. He knows it. You know it. But maybe you can…

“Maybe i need to… teach you how to pay attention in class.”

“You can suck cock better than that, sweetheart.” He groans with a slight chuckle.

You never thought you’d be sucking your teachers cock. Well, you thought about it, but who thought it would actually happen?

With his eyes burning into your helpless state. Head bobbing on his cock as his hips meet your lips.

He stops you.

“What’s the answer to this?” He asks, coming out more like a demand than a question.

You hold your fingers up, ‘five.’

You see him smile and grab your hair, lifting your head off his cock.

“That was too easy for you. We both know you’re smarter than basic math, right?”

You nod shyly as you await his next set of words.

“Let’s give you a real challenge.”

Bent over his desk, he asks you once more.

“Write down the fucking answer.” He demands between thrusts.

You write the answer on the paper, sloppily, but it’s there and its right. He chuckles and stops all movements.

“Answer this question correctly. This is the last one.”

You nod as you whine.

“Are you going to pay attention from now on?” He asks.

You nod frantically, practically breaking your neck trying too.

“Words.” Is all he says before he starts pounding to you. Your words get caught in your throat as he fucks them out of you.

Shaking, moaning, dripping mess. You yell ‘yes’ just as he hits your cervix.

“Yes what? What are you saying yes for?” He chuckles as his thrusts get harder.

You angrily whine and try to mutter out a slur of words.

“I can’t hear you, sweetheart.”

Fuck, he’s driving you insane.

“Yes, i’ll pay attention in class from now on.”

You wish it came out like that. It came out shaky and full of desperate moans. You could barely comprehend your own sentence.

“I’ll let you off easy this time.” He whispers in your ear as he thrusts impossibly harder then before.

Moans, groans, and lewd slapping fill the classroom. What if someone came back to get something they forgot?

A student and a teacher, fucking right over his desk. What if somebody heard your loud moans through the door?

Those are the thoughts you would be having if you weren’t so fucked out right now.

When you both eventually cum he helps you put all your clothes that he ripped off on.

He helps you walk out of the school and into his car. Along the way, you ask him where you two are going.

“Private lessons, of course. I’ll call your parents and say you needed them.”

STR4WZ STICKY NOTE < guys ive been going crazy.. imagine crying while writing smut its a really good experience - STR4WKINZI anyways everything is going out in the next 4-3 days (hopefully) cuz im not busy :3 except school ofc BYE I LOVE YOU GUYS 3

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plutoccult · 3 months

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NO ME QUEDA MAS

pairing: hajime iwaizumi x female reader

description: iwaizumi’s wedding day was a day you dreaded for many years. now that the day had finally come, you regret never telling him how you feel.

word count: 1.6k

also available to read on my ao3 here

author’s note: finally, a new theme! i’m on an angst GRIND, you guys. been feeling really unhinged lately thanks to my girl @intorder for giving me fuel for angst, who also beta read this hurt piece. oddly enough, my life has been pretty good lately, so idk why i thought to write this. i’ve never written for iwaizumi before, but he came to mind first when i thought of this idea. this was definitely inspired by that one scene in 13 going on 30, but i made it hurt even more. i hope i did iwaizumi justice, and i hope you all enjoy without crying?

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“well? how do i look?”

iwaizumi turned around to face you as he showed off his suit. you couldn’t believe he was actually getting married today, and that the person he was marrying wasn’t you. it was hellish to shove your feelings down your throat for decades, especially when your friendship suffered god knows how many miles apart.

a part of you died the day he returned from california. you were so thrilled to see him, missing him so, but your heart shattered the second you saw he brought a girl with him. it was even worse when iwaizumi spoke to you about her, saying he felt like he knew she was the girl he would marry the second he saw her. you wanted to be that girl, and maybe you could’ve if you simply spoke up. after all, everyone always teased you two about ending up together growing up.

“you look great, iwa.” you force a smile. it wasn’t a lie, he was the most handsome man you’d ever seen, standing so proud and tall in his suit. not a single scratch or crease on his shoes nor any signs of wear in his jacket. as much as it pained you to see it, iwaizumi had grown up.

“you think so?” he asked, checking himself out in the mirror, scanning for any flaws in his outfit. “i could’ve sworn i saw lint on the back of my jacket.”

“oh, i can get it.” you offer. iwaizumi immediately said “yes, please” and “thank you” before you stood up to help him. his back faced you, shoulders as strong as ever, making this all the more difficult for you. if you were his bride, you probably wouldn’t be seeing him like this right now. it was bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, after all.

“how come your groomsmen aren’t up here helping you?” you ask, cursing yourself in your head for being so nosy.

“i’m sure you can understand i didn’t want oikawa up my ass before i go down there.” iwaizumi chuckled. you force yourself to copy his laughter, pretending as if you found this so hilarious. if oikawa were here, you wouldn’t be ridden with temptation right now. only he could stop you from saying things you knew you’d regret.

“i guess i should feel special then, huh?” you question. “be the first to see you like this…”

“mhm.” he replied, you see him nod in the mirror. “special privileges for my best friend.”

you felt your stomach tie up in knots as he said that. best friend. that’s all you were, that’s all you ever allowed yourself to be. it could’ve been you waiting for him at the altar, but instead you’re helping him get prepared to marry another woman, ready to beg him to run away with you.

you pretend to inspect the back of his jacket, knowing there wasn’t any lint anyway. it was absolutely flawless, just like him. this was torture for you, and you couldn’t stand another second longer.

“listen, iwa…” you begin to say. “i should tell you something before you go down there.”

“oh?” iwaizumi turned around to face you. you felt as if his eyes were piercing through your soul, making your heart race faster than it was before. “what is it?”

“i, um…” you hesitate. was it too late to go back? yes, yes it was. “i think you’re marrying the wrong girl today.”

“huh?” he furrowed his eyebrows.

“i mean, i think you should be marrying me instead.” you blurt out.

“y/n, what are you talking about?” iwaizumi questioned. this couldn’t be real, this couldn’t be happening right as he was about to get married.

“i’m in love with you, iwa. i love you.” you admit, your heart racing upon your confession. you should feel a weight being lifted off your shoulders, but something heavy still lingered on top of you.

“no…” he shook his head. iwaizumi had rejected the possibility a long time ago. even if he loved you just as long as you loved him, you were just too late.

“yes. i am.” you say.

“you’re saying this now?” he asked you. it almost made him want to laugh. life was just so funny, he thought to himself. why couldn’t you have said this before? why did you wait until he was about to get married? if things were different, iwaizumi would be reacting to this much differently right now.

“i know i should’ve told you before you went to california—“

“should’ve? i wanted you to!” iwaizumi interrupted you, much to your shock. “everyone said you were going to before i left! i just figured they were just messing with me afterwards…”

you remember telling oikawa how you felt about iwaizumi, it was his idea to tell him before iwaizumi left for california. you had it all planned out in your head, but as you stood there at the airport, you couldn’t find the words anymore. you chickened out, cursing yourself on the way home and the days that would come. it only made you feel worse when iwaizumi found someone.

what you didn’t know was that he expected your confession that day. you should’ve known oikawa would run his mouth. he always meant well, always hoping you’d end up with iwaizumi, but look at you now, a delusional fool.

“i was going to, iwa. i just got scared…” you confess to him. “if i could go back to that day, i’d do it differently.”

“well, you can’t turn back time, y/n. it’s too late.” he said coldly, almost like a stab to the heart.

“why not?” you ask, desperately clinging onto your delusions.

“i moved on.” iwaizumi replied. he might as well be twisting a knife, even if he was merely speaking the truth. “we've both gone down different paths, we both made choices, and this is what i’m choosing.”

“i just thought…” you began to say, but fall silent.

“just thought what?” he asked, raising his voice. “that i’d give up everything i’ve built for a last minute confession? one that i gave up on waiting for years ago?”

you don’t say anything. what was there to say? it was exactly what that sick part of you deep down expected. how stupid of you to think he would drop everything just because you finally had the courage to confess your feelings. if there wasn’t a whole wedding waiting to happen, maybe iwaizumi would change his mind.

you look away in shame. even if you didn’t speak your thoughts aloud, you still felt disgusted now that the reality of your confession hit you. you were terrible to think this way. not just a terrible person, but a terrible friend too. it was unfair to expect such a tall order out of him, especially now.

“my family’s down there, my soon-to-be in-law’s are down there.” iwaizumi said. “we care about each other, you know?”

“i know.” you say quietly as you bite your lip.

“y/n, you…” he let out a sigh. “you don't always get the dream house… but you get awfully close.”

you look up to meet his eyes, tears streaming down your face. to him, you were always the dream house. if only you had known that before, you thought. iwaizumi felt ridden with guilt rejecting you like this, and it didn’t help that you were crying your eyes out.

“please don't cry, y/n.” he begged you.

“what? no, i'll be fine, i promise.” you force out a laugh, no matter how much it killed you. you saw the look in iwaizumi’s eyes. he knew you weren’t truly okay, but he also knew that you were letting him go. it was the right thing to do.

“y/n…”

“it’s okay. i'm fine.” you wipe away your tears, trying your best to be strong. “i'm just crying because i'm happy. i want you to be so, so happy.”

you did, you wanted him to be happy. even if it wasn’t with you, you owed him the ability to be happy. it was the least you could do while you still had some of your dignity left.

“i love you, iwa.” you barely get the words out. “you… you're my best friend.”

you see iwaizumi’s eyes well up with tears, a rare sight to see. only you could produce such a reaction out of him. only you would truly have his heart forever, but life doesn’t always work out the way you want it to. it was just the way things go.

“i should go. everybody’s waiting for you.” you say, on your way out the door.

“y/n, i...” you stop in your tracks, waiting for what he’d say next, and it only crushed you even more. “i've always loved you.”

overwhelmed, you walk out of the room in tears, ready to bolt out of the venue without another thought. oikawa found you on your way out, asking what was wrong and where you were going, but when he saw mascara running down your face, he knew exactly what happened, and he knew he should’ve been there to stop it.

you insist to oikawa that he tell iwaizumi you were sorry before you finally left the venue. you couldn’t stand to be there a second longer, you just had to get out of here. as you head to your car, you hear the beginning of the wedding march play. the sound brought you to your knees as you violently sobbed. if this was rock bottom, then you finally reached it.

as much as you wanted to cry there forever, you force yourself to get up, finally finding the strength to get into your car. you didn’t know where you were headed, but you knew you had to drive off somewhere far away from here. if only you could just turn back time.

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lovdlydaz · 7 months

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how they react when they see you in your uniform

afab!reader, you play volleyball and you just got home from a game

warnings: nsfw, cunnilingus, praise, degradation, musk kink, man just a lot of sex ngl

a/n: i've been wanting to try drabbles for a while, but i'll come out with fics soon. it'll be drabbles when i'm unmotivated, and fics when i am. hope y'all are okay with that ♡.

oikawa

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when you came home off your bus, you weren’t expecting your boyfriend to be on the couch, watching your game on the T.V. he was drooling over the way those spandex hugged your ass and thighs so well, how your ponytail swayed as you went to pass the ball. your body rolled so fluidly, making his cock harden because of how good you played his sport. so, when you came into the room he jumped, then his pupils blew with lust. you were in those same spandex, just in a jacket. he stood up and grabbed you, taking you into your shared room and throwing you onto the bed. his cock was hard as fuck, those shorts he was wearing didn’t really hide much. “you looked so pretty out there babe, i'm sorry i couldn’t come watch you play but you did so good,” he praised you as he pounded into your seeping pussy, eyes rolled back into your head whenever his tip kissed your cervix. you were definitely enjoying yourself, and he kept praising you until he finished. however, when you were both in bed cuddling he would go into your ear and whisper "but i'm better." needless to say, he got a one-way ticket to the couch that night.

ushijima

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it was a rough day at practice today. your team had fucked up hard at one of the many national games y'all played, but yesterday wasn't that great. you had fucked up your serves multiple times, had hit the ball into the net god knows how many times, and your hits kept going out. it was horrendous how you barely got to touch a ball today, and your exhausted expression showed when you got home from your car. your lovely boyfriend, who just so happened to be doing his nightly workout, was in the middle of his 6 x 10 reps of pushups when you walked in. he continued to do them, a small 'hey' escaping his lips before he heard an exasperated sigh leave your lips. he heard stuff being thrown on the couch then a flop, quickly hoping up from his little corner in the living room and walking to you. though, when he was about to speak he stopped, seeing you all sweaty and still in your uniform. he felt his heart throb, or what he thought was his heart. but then, he looked down, seeing his rock hard cock and blushing. you opened your eyes to see your large boyfriend looming over you, then feeling something poke you. you looked down to see his even larger cock poking out from his shorts, making you blush as well. let's just say that your spandex, jersey, and entire body was covered in cum that night. and you didn't regret a thing. <3

bokuto

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see, you and bo had this sorta complicated relationship. sure you were the sub in bed but bokuto acted as a sort of sub top, whining and whimpering your name whenever he was balls deep inside your pussy. and today was the same as always. you had gotten home from practice, a tired sigh leaving your lips until your beefy boyfriend latched onto you like a leech to skin. "i'm so glad you're home baby! how was practice? did you do good??" he asked like a bright puppy, you could visibly see his tail wagging. you giggled and ran your fingers through his hair, nodding your head and smiling. "yes bo, i had a great practice. how have you been? did you have practice today?" you asked, but then you felt something poking you, and then you felt hungry eyes boring down onto you. koutarou had gone quiet, and he had gotten hard too. it was the way those spandex curved around your waist, your hips and thighs were squeezed through the flexible fabric. you were picked up by your legs and carried into the bedroom, thrown down like a ragdoll before the spandex were ripped off you. his face was shoved into your heat for hours, not letting up until you had passed out. when you did he got himself off from your passed out form, then cleaned you both up and went to bed. just so you know, you were wearing your jersey home almost every day after that. <3

daichi

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today was the day of the big game, the biggest of your season actually. so, you had gotten up bright and early to start your day. you took a shower and got dressed, yet your boyfriend who was your #1 supporter and best volleyball coach was there cooking in the kitchen for you. "hey babe, ready to go?" he asked, then he paused. you were sliding your jersey on, tucking it in your spandex and your thighs jiggled as you did so. "yeah, gimme a sec—" and now you were against the wall, getting your brains fucked out of you right before your game. "fuck babe... couldn't resist myself with those pretty thighs of yours..." he whispered into your ear, instantly making you orgasm. he wasn't short after, messing up your insides and causing white to leak from you. you didn't have time to get cleaned up, so when you both got into the car you could feel his cum leaking out of you, which made you blush. let's just say you had a great game, and an ever greater fuck when you got home.

kita

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you had had a great day today. your team was playing the best they ever had and it was visibly cheering you up. though, when you got home your boyfriend was cleaning the counter off, seeing your tired yet happy form walk into the house. "hello sweetheart, how was it?" he chirped happily, but his eyes were staring straight at your pretty legs and formidable ass. your uniform looked so pretty on you, and your bust was even tighter in that jersey. he finished wiping off the counter as you told him your day, pressing you into a kiss when you finished speaking. his hands travelled to your thighs and you whined, those were your most sensitive areas. the sex was on the couch, bodies pressed together as you both were feral for each other. kita more than you, but y'know. the sun came up, and you both weren't even close to done. <3

kuroo

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your multi-million dollar boyfriend wasn't able to make it to your game. he had tried so hard but he was so busy, yet you didn't mind it. you knew how much he loved you, he showed it to you every day. so, when you were driven home by your personal taxi driver which kuroo also so happened to get for you for your birthday last year, he was sitting in the T.V. room, streaming your game. you were the libero, and he was admiring the way your body moved so nicely to get the ball in the air. hearing you come in he jumped, but then chuckled when he realized it was you. "oh, hey babe," he sputtered with a deep voice, but then his eyes travelled. the way your hair stuck to your forehead, how tight that jersey was and how even tighter those spandex were. he couldn't control himself, and now you were on the bed in doggy position as he rammed his thick cock into your cervix. "this pussy grips around my cock so good... such a slutty player aren't you? wearing those tight ass spandex... fuck, baby you make me go insane..." he murmured all sorts of things to you before you both orgasmed at the same time, making it heavenly bliss for you especially. after that, he got you both cleaned up, but you passed out in his arms before you even touched the bathtub. <3

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moonswolfie · 6 months

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The evening light

Tsukishima x gn!reader

I thought of this just now while listening to music and had to write it down ASAP!!!!!!

(seriously what is up with me and spontaneous tsukki fics)

"I like you, Kei..." you said as you walked behind your crush, Tsukishima Kei on your way home.

You know he doesn't like you back, but being a little sneaky can't hurt, right? Quietly admitting your feelings behind him as he listens to music in his headphones will help you get over him.

You technically confessed to him, right? So you can move on and forget all these stupid feelings now. Nothing good would come of confessing to him directly, anyways.

Still, you can't help but feel like a coward. Is this really right?

You shake off the thought, running next to his side to happily wave at him in lieu of a verbal hello. When he immediately turned his head away from you, you tilted your head in confusion. What's he looking at?

You poked his shoulder slightly to catch his attention, and all he did was blurt out a quiet "What?", still refusing to look at you.

"What are you looking at?" you asked. What's so interesting the houses you're currently walking by, anyways? "Nothing."

"Then why don't you look at me? It's rude to not ackgnowledge your friend." you asked, your heart clenching internally at the word "friend". You heard him groan in annoyance, and then slowly turn his head to face you.

"Tsukishima, your cheeks look a little red. Are you okay?"

"They're not, it's just the evening light." He furrowed his brows slightly in annoyance, and you shrugged. Must've been your mind playing tricks on you or something. You continued walking in somewhat awkward silence.

"I stop here. Bye." he stopped in front of his house, you waving bye to him and moving on.

On the way home, you couldn't stop thinking about the whole interaction. God, you felt so horrible yet so relieved at the same time. You have a feeling you won't be able to sleep well tonight.

Wait...

He was talking to you the entire time without ever taking off his headphones.

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clubkira · 6 months

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FIREWORKS.

── SHINSUKE KITA. ┊ HAIKYUU!!

raining in japan m.list. // hq. masterlist.

premise. the perfect fireworks display ending to your first date with kita gets cancelled due to unforseen weather changes; and he seems more upset about it than you are.

content. shinsuke kita / f!reader. somewhat established relationship (first date). set pre-timeskip.

word count. 2k-ish

soundtrack. rainy tapestry : lamp.

19:57

“Attention all park-goers, the fireworks display for tonight is cancelled due to the untimely weather.”

The overhead speakers loudly declare several times to the entirety of the amusement park of the recent development, with a few still turning their heads in confusion at the sudden announcement.

“Please make your exit out of the park, and have a great rest of your night.”

Kita’s hand is grasped firmly in your own as he leads you out of the designated fireworks viewing zone, in tow behind you both are the several hundreds of other disappointed families making their way out.

Unclear at first glance in the darkness of the night, rain clouds have already begun to form over the park. Light trickles of rain start to shower above, quickly increasing in intensity at an alarming pace and drenching those caught in the downpour.

Dozens of children can be seen and heard crying into their mother’s laps across the viewing area, covered in hastily bought clear ponchos while holding their extinguished sparklers. Some quietly trudge behind their parents in sadness, their sneakers and socks getting soaked by the puddles of water that have begun to form on the ground while they walk.

Passing by a small girl sitting on a bench crying to her parents about missing the fireworks show, the slight dip in Kita’s usually relaxed expression doesn’t go unnoticed by you. His hold on your hand tightens ever so slightly the more saddened families he walks past, the pace of his footsteps quickening with each puddle he unintentionally splashes in.

“.. I’m really sorry,” He manages to speak after some time, the exit of the amusement park becoming clearer in the distance with a sigh.

“I didn’t know it’d rain so hard tonight that they’d have to cancel the fireworks display.”

Your head perks up to meet his own as you give him a sympathetic smile, “no, it’s okay. You couldn’t have known this would happened in advance.”

It was true, nobody had prepared for this outcome at all. The weather forecast for the night said it would only be a light drizzle; with the park’s staff not even being aware of the cancellation until fifteen minutes before the viewing, when they were told to rush out the emergency ponchos and begin handing them out to the guests who were waiting for the fireworks show before one of the staff got on the loud speaker to address the viewers.

“I know, I know,” Kita runs a hand through his hair disheartenedly, eyebrows knitting in frustration when he pulls the both of you underneath a nearby overhang to shield you from the ensuing rain. “it’s just, awful that our first date ended up like this.”

Kita’s pristine, cleanly pressed and ironed white shirt is now stained with little specks of rain, wrinkled with splotches of water lining the chest area and his watch decorated in tiny droplets that slide off and drop to the ground. Eyes shifting around the entrance, the other families slowly begin to trickle out group by group just as disappointed as before.

The crease in his eyebrows becomes more prominent than before, his frustration clearly showing with how he stares angrily at the soaked stone tiles beneath your feet with a huff.

“I can’t believe this..” you hear him mumble underneath his breath, looking up and around at your surroundings when the rain begins to pick up, several families standing around nearby as some are looking at signage for bus routes or getting into their cars in a hurry.

“Our first date, and I’ve already screwed it up.”

Your stare quickly hardens at his words, “You didn’t screw this up,” comes a sigh, eyes flickering to meet his.

Even in the chaos that surrounds the two of you, your quiet words manage to reach his ears when you notice the way his gaze visibly softens upon seeing the concern your eyes hold for him. His shoulders relax, untensing as his arms fall to his sides.

You’ve never seen Kita so frustrated before, and over something he has no control over. He’s always been levelheaded no matter the circumstances, usually being the type of person who doesn’t go undeterred when things don’t go his way or how he intended.

But you can’t deny the annoyance displayed prominently on his face and in his body language when it’s presented right in front of you. The way his knuckles tense when he feels the rain beginning to come down harder around you two, bouncing off rocks and soaking into the grass below.

The calm mask that Kita normally wears seems to slip off for a brief moment as he visibly swallows, shoving his hands into the damp pockets of his pants. An awkward laugh bubbles it’s way up his throat in his attempt to soothe over the situation.

The smile he gives you doesn’t even reach his eyes.

“Ah, I’m sorry things had to turn out like this.” He apologizes again, like he’s been doing repeatedly in what only feels like the past fifteen minutes; an attempt to assure you that he genuinely is. “I really am, is there anyway I could make this up to you?”

You shake your head, “I told you it’s fine, you don’t need to keep apologizing for this, Kita.”

“But it’s not fine,” he laments, grimacing when the rain from his hair trickles and drips down onto his face, wiping the raindrops away with the sleeve of his shirt. “I wanted to do something special to end off tonight,” his voice is tinged with disappointment, a reflection of his own self-frustration.

He looks away from your eyes, staring off to the paved parking lot ashamed, “Someone like you deserves a better first date than.. this.”

You scoff at his statement, huffing when he keeps depricating himself, “Kita, what’s so bad about this first date, hm?”

Kita’s face morphs into something of somewhat confusion, stuttering lightly when he turns back to face you. He chuckles unsurely like you’ve just told a good joke, “What do you mean? Do you not see what’s happening around us right now?”

He gestures to the still remaining families surrounding the entrance of the amusement park nearby, the children having calmed down but still visibly deflated by the rain and cancellation of the fireworks. Most are preoccupied with a device or toy of their choosing while being shielded from the rain by coats, signage or the strollers of their younger siblings.

Disgruntled parents stand just out of reach trying to figure out the best routes to take home, arguing with the park’s staff about refunds for the fireworks show while heckling them about the poor management and lack of communication with the staff and park-goeres.

The chill of the wind can be felt through your soaked clothes, goosebumps rising all over your arms that cause you to shudder. Everything begins to slow down to what seems like a barely moving standstill; anything from outside of your little bubble with Kita being reduced to a snail’s pace in your eyes.

The movements of those surrounding you become like smear frames in the distance, the raindrops still raging on even more heavily now serving as the only remainder of reality; the only constants being the sounds they make when they fall from the darkened sky up above onto the two of you.

“Does this look like a perfect first date to you?”

Kita’s question snaps you back momentarily, the pace of the world resuming in an instant. He turns to face you; arms crossed over his damp shirt and wearing a skeptical expression on his face that is mixed with something else that you can’t quite discern otherwise.

Confusion, frustration, desperation?

Your lips purse in thought for a brief moment, which he takes as his answer as he rambles out another hasty apology before you can even respond. “See what I mean? Look, I’m so sorry about all this. I swear, if you let me take you out again next time I can do better—”

“Shinsuke.”

The sudden use of his first name shocks him into silence, gulping as he waits for your reply. A sense of worry envelops him when you don’t respond immediately, uneasiness in his voice when he speaks again.

“Yes?”

Stepping towards him, the feeling of the soaked soles of your shoes slosh around in the puddles underneath make shivers shoot up through the calfs of your legs. Kita’s gaze follows you expectantly, eyes afraid to leave yours when you reach for his hands from deep inside of his pockets.

They’re cold to the touch from the cold rain and wind chills of the night when you hold them in your own, thumb brushing over his dry knuckles and settling into the folds of his palms.

“You haven’t even asked me about how I felt about the date yet.”

Kita blinks owlishly, his eyebrows unfurrowing as confusion settles into his face again at your response before letting out an unsteady laugh, shoulders shaking with mirth.

And the timid smile he shows you this time does reach his eyes.

“I’m sorry, my dear,” he apologizes again, this time more freely before pulling you in closer by the hip. His head settles into the crook of your neck with a hum, “What do you think of the date then, hm?”

Kita’s breath feels hot against your skin, a sharp contrast to the chill that circulates in the air around, carried through the rain and wind in it’s journey. Bodies swaying blissfully in the darkness, hidden away from the blaring headlights of the cars pulling out of the parking lot underneath the overhang.

Sparkling specks of water drip and fall down around you, pooling into that puddles that have for sure already begun to ruin the bottoms of your shoes. Rainwater has begun to seep through the soles, your socks becoming victim to the nature of your circumstances.

The wet fabrics of your clothing clings to the sides of your figures, the image of Kita’s collarbone and upperhalf of his chest glazed underneath his shirt.

Kita’s hair is fully drenched, now clumped and pushed to the side from when he ran his hand through it. Droplets of water litter his cheekbones and eyelashes in perfect spheres, cascading down the edge of his jawline in a resemblance of tears.

Even when soaked to the core, like a housecat who was caught in the sudden rain; Kita looks as handsome as the day you returned his feelings.

Your voice is low, settling into the background sounds of the rainfall. “I think, that our date was wonderful;” you reassure him, “even without the fireworks.”

Kita looks unsatisfied with your answer, confused and asking you questions in rapid-fire succession. “But the fireworks were the whole reason you came here—” He begins to say, “Aren’t you, disappointed..? That you didn’t get to see them?”

“No, Shinsuke,” you chuckle, “I didn’t come for the fireworks, I came for you.”

As wonderful and flashy as fireworks are, and indeed what could be considered major highlight of a trip for many of the visitors of the amusement park, your heart was never dead set on seeing them.

Fireworks can be seen anytime, but your first date with Kita can never be repeated.

“I’m pretty sure you didn’t come to get rained on at the end though,” he chuckles, bringing a hand out of his pockets to cup your warm cheek. The warmth radiating from your skin defrosts the chill in his palm almost instantaneously, “I wished to have a very dry end to our date, preferably,” his choice of words makes you snort.

“You wanted a dry end to our date?” You repeat jestingly, “Maybe you don’t actually like me in that case, Shinsuke.” His head drops in quiet laughter, “Fine, fine. I’ll rephrase what I meant then.”

His fingers smooth over your jawline tenderly, eyes soft and heart full of love. “I wished to kiss the most beautiful girl underneath the fireworks as the perfect end to our date, how does that sound?”

“Who said it had to be under the fireworks?”

“No one,” he smiles, “But it would’ve been very romantic if we did.”

A grin of your own tugs at your lips, “We can still kiss right now if you want.”

“While we’re soaking wet?” He laughs, drawing his face closer. His hands itch to grab hold of your face and pull you in, but he holds himself back in fear of overstepping his boundaries.

“Are you sure?”

Kita looks to you for permission, lips barely an inch away from your own. The steady rising and falling of his chest is accentuated by his sopped shirt clinging to his frame, hot breath fogging up in the cool night air.

You nod, without a doubt in your mind, finally connecting the distance between you two. Kita smiles into the kiss, eyes closing in satisfaction while his hands stay planted at your hips, never straying away from their hold.

The taste of rainwater is evident on both of your tongues, the two of you giggling as the twinkling sounds of rain and ripples of the puddles flow through the atmosphere around.

Kita’s the first to pull away, hesitating when he chases your lips one final time before reeling his head back to catch his breath.

Even in the darkness, only illuminated by a street lamp several feet away; Kita’s cheeks are rosy with euphoria, eyes crinkling with sparks of happiness flying throughout.

His forehead leans against your own, the wet strands of his hair sticking to his head. The whites of his teeth gleam when he smiles, quietly whispering for your ears to hear only.

“Maybe I should make sure it’s raining when I take you out on a second date.”

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