#haikyui x reader

[kuromiiyuuu]

*ೃ༄“Uh... I think we’re locked inside.”

—You get locked up in a room, in a cold season with haikyuu men.

kutoo tetsuro, hinata shoyo, bokuto kotaro, ushijima wakatoshi, and kei tsukkishima, (f).

genres + warning. fluff! | none! |

notes i. i badly need requests. :’>

Tetsuro. His body freezes as soon as he felt the doorknob not moving after he did his best to turn it around and hope that maybe it will open. But his fate was sealed as soon as he step through those doors with you just so he could pull you in a quick make out session. But luck wasn’t both on your side today, “Tetsu?”

“Something’s wrong with this door, kitten.” He chuckles nervously before starting to pull it, trying his best to maybe open the door and save you both from scolding from the teachers. You rush over to your boyfriends side before taking over and also trying your best to open it.

You finally give up, both of you looked at each other before erupting into laughters. Tetsuro stops his laughs for a moment before giving you such an interesting look, “I... wanna continue making out?”

Hinata. “We’re locked inside, Y/n-chan!” The tangerine yelled, his eyes looked over to you and you can tell that in his eyes it was as if the end of the world for him. You sighed at how the tangerine was panicking more than you, grabbing one of the boxes you grabbed with you to hopefully place it in the storage room but you ended being locked up with Shoyo.

You signaled him to sit and he did, you sat on one of the boxes on your own.

“At situations like this you need to stay calm, Hinata-kun.” You tell him with a small smile to at least give him some reassurance, to try and at least loosen up the tangerine.

“Understood! Calm it is, Y/n-chan!” He says and before you can say anything he began to hold his breath.

“That means you can breathe, Hinata-kun.”

Bokuto. “I think this is enough, Bo.” You tell him, your sweat dropped as he makes you wear another layer of as many outfits he can find inside the locker room on you, you swore it was enough to make a whole apartment of how big and slightly hot you felt. After Bokuto found out both of you were locked inside the locker room with the members already went home first and you both stayed, only to result on both of you being locked away.

And when the owl noticed it was dangerously cold, he wasted no time to borrow his teammates jackets including his to suffocate it with you.

“Do you feel cold still, baby?” He asks with genuine concern as he cups your face with both of his hands.

“I should be asking you that, you’re only wearing a t-shirt.” You tell him with a slight roll of your eyes.

Bokuto brings a hand to scratch the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle, “Come to think of it, it is kind of cold.”

Wakatoshi. “The doorknob is not functioning right, Y/n. And I think we’re locked inside.” The tall man explains to you and you drop the tools you had with you before rushing over to his side, you sighed. After all you just wanted to talk to your boyfriend and maybe some spend some time with him, maybe the universe wanted both of you to spend time with each other much more longer, “Can you break it? You’re pretty strong after all.”

“My apologies, That’s outside of my strength. Breaking the doorknob is unnecessary too, let us wait for someone to pass by and ask for assistance.” He tells you with a slight sad face, you nod at his explanation. Wakatoshi was a smart guy so it wasn’t a mistake to believe him.

“Yeah, let’s do that— it’s freezing in here though.” You exclaim, the breeze brushes on you again and you shivered, Wakatoshi notices instantly.

“I heard body heat is great for situations like this.” He tells you as if it was not a big deal, he also said that like it was nothing. It was like he said a straight up fact and that it was needed, he forgets to realize how intimate it can be. But you both did it anyway.

Kei. “It’s all your fault why we ended up being stuck in such a skimpy place like this.” Kei bites right in your face as you began to back away, your back hitting the table of the janitor’s closet. It was supposed to be you and your best friend’s time to clean up the classroom, and you had both gotten into an argument before going into the janitor’s closet only for you to accidentally break the doorknob after yelling at the blonde.

“Me breaking the doorknob shows how I’m much stronger than you.” You bite back at him with a roll of your eyes. And before you knew it a flick on your forehead was felt, you yelp before your hands flew up to your forehead to shield it from anymore pain, “What the fuck?”

“You’ve got a smart mouth for someone who’s little.” He teases you, despite the dark lighting you can still feel the smirk placed on his stupidly handsome face.

“Shut up, it feels like it’s getting colder when you speak.” You tell him, trying to think a better comeback in the process.

Kei silences for a moment before grabbing both of your hands with his and you looked at him in surprise, “Hug me.”

You looked at him as if he had grown two heads but he didn’t even look like he was joking so without any protest out from your mouth you followed his words and snaked your arms around his small waist, your hands slightly feeling warmer, “This feels weird.”

“Do you want to die or what.”

#haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #ushijima wakatoshi #tsukkishima kei #kuroo tetsuro #hinata shoyo #bokuto kotaro #bokuto fluff #kuroo fluff #hinata fluff #kei fluff #tsukkishima fluff #ushijima fluff #haikyui x reader #tsukkishima x reader #ushijima x reader #bokuto x reader #kuroo x reader #hinata x reader #haikyuu!!

[sugawarassoulmate]

tutor!akaashi who started out sweet and ready to help bimbo!reader because she's inexplicably taking a super high-level literature course for her degree but she's so stupid and nothing clicks in her tiny brain so he decides that positive reinforcement (fucking her) is the only way to get her to remember anything.

"the only thing you're good at is sucking cock," akaashi groans as he recites verbatim the passage you were supposed to be remembering. "where is that from?"

you search through your memory, trying to remember all the plays and novels you studied this year but the position akaashi has you in —sitting in his lap while he thrusts up into you over and over again—has your brain turning into mush.

suddenly akaashi's tone turns disapproving and you're afraid of making him upset again.

"ah! hamlet?" you finally say, hoping that you actually got it right this time. "a-act three, sc-scene one?"

akaashi stops moving, giving your cunt a break after he's already made you cum twice. "look at that," he coos. "all you needed was some dick to get the answer right."

he doesn't give you much time to rest, flipping your bodies over until you're pinned to the bed. "k-keiji! please just gimme a second—"

"ah, ah," akaashi says, slowly burying his cock in you until he's at the hilt. "we still have three more questions to go. you want to make me proud, don't you?"

and you really, really do.

©sugawarassoulmate 2023 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

#haikyuu smut #haikyu smut #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi x reader #akaashi smut #keiji akaashi smut #akaashi keiji smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuy x reader #tutor!akaashi #🍑 #🍑akaashi

[jinchuls]

𝒴𝑒𝓈, 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝐻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 ₊˚✩

ᡣ𐭩 various knight!character x fem!reader

includes 𝜗𝜚 iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurou (nsfw), ojiro aran (nsfw - marking), takanobu aone

notes 𝜗𝜚 repost from previous blog, mdni

𝑰𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒛𝒖𝒎𝒊 𝑯𝒂𝒋𝒊𝒎𝒆 was the most responsible man assigned to you. No matter your request, big or small, he would execute them with perfection and a quiet “Yes, Your Highness.” He’d bow his head, stand close and make sure every step you take is safe. For the longest time, he seemed to have no interest in anything other than your father’s expectations of him. Not in you, or his fellow knights–he’d perform as he should but no more. You hated it. You hated the lack of attention, the simple responses and the silence as he stood at your side and, most of all, you hated how the small acts, the brief moments your eyes would meet and how those three words would make your heart skip. As you ignore the burning in your chest whenever he is near, you’re unaware of the effect you have on him. You’re oblivious to the shake in his voice when he does quietly respond to you and you don’t notice the gleam in his eyes when yours meet his–you look away before you can notice the red tinge painting his cheeks–and you had no idea the silence was caused by his pure inability to string sentences together in your presence. He wanted to, he wanted to hear your voice every second of the day or be the cause of your laugh. It’s your outburst one night that changes the course of your relationship, that starts something that would result in Hajime’s certain dismissal, with tears welling in your eyes and the frustration clear on your face you confess every emotion weighing down on your heart hoping, praying, he felt the same. He can hear his own heartbeat as it quickens, the pounding in his chest so loud he fears you can hear it from your position across the room; his face reddens again–you have to hide your smile to spare him any more embarrassment–and he begins to stutter. If he had found it difficult to speak around you, it worsened in that moment, but it was clear, no matter what the future would hold for your heart, your feelings were mirrored by your knight.

𝑲𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒐 𝑻𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒖 had mastered the art of trickery. In your family's eyes, he was the perfect candidate to keep you safe. He was that man, amongst all of his peers he was one of the strongest and most capable men that your parents could trust–he’d perfected their vision of him which only presented him every opportunity to show you the less professional sides of him. He was the man he allowed everyone to see but he was also the man able to rile you up, in all the right ways, with a lingering stare and a mischievous glint in his eyes or the touch of his fingers against the nape of your neck as he struggled with the clasp of your necklace. Your attraction to him was unheard of; you’d be ridiculed by anyone that found out. A member of the royal family and their knight? It was an impossible match Supposedly. They only thought that way because they didn’t know what happened when the door was closed; when the knight’s barrack was empty or any other moment the two of you found yourselves alone. There would be no more talk of the incompatibility of royals with anyone of lower status if they knew the way you’d find yourself bouncing on his cock as night settles around the palace. Or how you’d bite your lip to stop the moans from escaping you as he held your waist and the rhythmic movement of his hips had your legs shaking as each precise thrust pushed against every nerve sending you one step closer to bliss. None of it mattered, they could whisper and they could plan your betrothal: they would never know how comforted you felt wrapped in his arms or how protected you knew you were simply walking through the halls of your own home. No one could ruin what had been created and no one would ever know. Outside of your shared secret, all that was seen was your gentle orders directed at him, your voice soft but stern–as it was with every individual under your command–and his return the usual, the formal response everyone was expected to utter but his with a sly, subtle flirtation that left your legs weaks beneath you: “Yes, Your Highness.”

𝑶𝒋𝒊𝒓𝒐 𝑨𝒓𝒂𝒏 was perfect. Cheerful, strong, intelligent and, most important of all, able to cope with the incessant issues caused by the Miya twins (the knights assigned to your siblings. Days seemed to pass quicker when he was there; whenever time appeared to slow, he would be there to keep you company. There was no such thing as a dull moment when he was at your side. From the moment you met him, he was far too easy to get along with. Solid lines engraved in your mind were fading; the lessons taught to you as a young noble were forgotten and the very nature of the expected relationship between knight and noble was lost. You had never been happier. “Aran.” You’d whisper, fingernails digging into the skin of his arm; your head fell back against the pillows as he kissed your neck softly. “I know,” His voice would be no louder than yours, “Not where they can be seen.” With a kiss to your collarbone, he’d look between your bodies at the littering of fading marks he’d left the last time he’d had you in his arms. Across your chest, your thighs, anywhere where they would be hidden from eyes you did not trust. As always, he’d make a comment about how you looked beautiful with the evidence of him. And, as usual, it doesn’t take long before he’s darkening existing marks, kissing your chest. Biting your skin softly to hear those sweet sounds he adored, and leave behind reminders of the night for you to find the next morning. With more scattered across your skin, he’d sit up to look down at his masterpiece as you reached up for him, missing the warmth of his body closer to you. Your quiet mewls were heaven to hear. A smile sat on his face as he leaned down, chest against you and his lips grazing yours. He’d still, hips pressed to yours forcing whimpers from your throat–a silent cry for more–you’re too lost in ecstasy to give it up now. “Please.” You whisper, eyes meeting his. He grins, hands softly holding your waist as he slowly pulls his hips away again. “Yes, Your Highness.”

𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒖 𝑨𝒐𝒏𝒆 was quiet. From the day he was assigned as your personal guard, he’d barely uttered a word to you or to anyone. He’d simply nod his head to accept any order you sent his way and, miraculously, he’d found a way to relay any message from you wordlessly. You envied those able to understand the behaviour you’d never seen before and you found yourself wanting to be among those he seemed close to. You would watch his fellow knights approach him; you’d watch how Futakuchi would speak to the man and reiterate his silence into words during group conversations whilst you were left in confusion. Day in and day out, you’d find yourself watching him and the little interactions he would have with those around him, occasionally catching his perfectly gentle nature with small animals that roamed the palace gardens. You were certain he could feel your eyes on him but he never seemed to care; you knew words had got to him that you had been asking those he spoke to often to tell you about him but he never stopped your interest. And, as time passed, you found your curiosity had grown into something much more. You’d look away quickly when he would turn his head in your direction, eyes suddenly focused on the tea in front of you. Aone was quiet. Almost too quiet. But the red of his cheeks, that you caught for just a few seconds, was loud. You clear your throat, fearing your voice could break as you try once more to encourage a conversation with him. “The weather is lovely today,” you grip the teacup tightly, closing your eyes and wincing in the embarrassment, that wasn’t what you’d wanted to say. “Would you,” you quieten, looking anywhere other than where he is stood. “Would accompany me on a walk?” He waits a moment and you glance up, expecting to see a small nod, as always. He meets your eye, a soft smile on his face as he does so. “Yes, Your Highness.”

#𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝑒𝒸𝒽𝑜 ༉‧₊˚. #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo smut #kuroo tetsurou smut #ojiro aran #aran x reader #ojiro aran smut #aran smut #takanobu aone #aone x reader #haikyuy x reader #haikyuu smut

[calqlate]

US

SUMMARY: You are the side character of someone else's fairytale and you fall in love with the male lead of her story. You think, "Can a side character get their happy ending?", and you hope you can.

PAIRING: iwaizumi hajime x gn! reader

GENRE(S): angst (with a happy ending) + pining (one-sided) + second choice syndrome

CW(S)/TW(S): coarse/foul/strong language used

WC: 4657

MASTERLIST

In all cliché love stories, there would always be a love triangle between the protagonist, the good guy, and the playboy. The protagonist would always choose the bad boy, no matter what, and the good guy would always be there as moral support. That was simply the unspoken 'rule' that posed itself as a trend in all novels.

In your life, you felt that you were definitely not the protagonist. If your life were a movie, you supposed, you would probably be one of those good-natured side characters who appeared in the film from two to four times, maybe even an extra in a story. You know, the kind chef that appeared on page sixteen of the storybook, or the dutiful store assistant who was moving boxes in the back.

Now, you might be wondering who the protagonist was. It was Sawabe Nagi: skinny, fair-skinned, and popular. She was bubbly, well-liked, and beautiful to boot; she was practically born to be the main character. Like the typical protagonist she was, she chose the bad boy, Oikawa Tooru, the dashing heartthrob of Seijoh. The good guy here was then Iwaizumi Hajime, who happened to be the playboy's best friend and childhood friend.

Before the plot was written, the good guy had a backstory with the side character. (Perhaps this story would change the course of the actual story? We would never know.)

You walked into class with your earpieces plugged in as you scrolled through your Instagram feed. As you sat down, you happened to come across a ridiculously hilarious post, something like a text post regarding your favourite band, and you tried so hard not to laugh. The pressure of holding it in was so great that as a result, you snorted out loud. Your eyes widened in surprise and you immediately clapped a hand over your mouth, hoping no one heard it. Unfortunately for you, your desk neighbour Iwaizumi Hajime had heard you, and he threw you a curious glance.

A sudden thought popped into your head: Huh, Iwaizumi really almost never smiles. Almost timidly, you decided to show him the post that had caused your earlier embarrassing outburst. Cautiously, you slid your phone over onto his desk and said, "Look at it."

The tan ravenette looked up at you from your phone, meeting your gaze. You simply tilted your head towards your phone as a response, and he raised an eyebrow at you. He still looked back down at your phone anyway, after angling the device, and looked at the post. Slowly, his lips formed the grace of smile. Shortly after, a chuckle resonated from his throat.

"Seriously, Iwaizumi, you should smile more," you commented casually, pulling your earpieces out of your ears, "It suits you."

"You think so?" Iwaizumi asked, somewhat shyly, handing your phone back to you.

You nodded, taking your phone from him, then tucking it carefully into your blazer pocket.

"I'll give you my number so you can send me more of these, then," he said.

You stopped mid-movement, then you laughed slightly. Very smooth, Iwaizumi, very smooth.

Ever since that day, the two of you would talk, laugh at ridiculous posts either one of you found on the internet or social media, eat lunch, and do usual things friends did. Slowly, through the passage of time, you realised a few small things: how you looked forward to your mini rendezvous during lunch, how you automatically lit up whenever Iwaizumi smiled, laughed, or complimented you, and how you found yourself wanting to know him inside out and as well as the back of your hand.

The final epiphany settled in: through the passage of time, you had undoubtedly fallen in love with Iwaizumi Hajime.

Your world was filled with endless joy, dizzying euphoria, and pure bliss: you would spend the rest of your remaining high school years with Iwaizumi. There was, indeed, a small part of you deep down that was afraid to come clean with him, to tell him how you really felt about him. However, you decided that it was better to keep him in the dark. You would wait for the right time to tell him everything. Your desire could wait.

That was, until he told you that he liked Sawabe Nagi — that was what burst your unknowingly fragile bubble of innocence. It was as though your ideas of your future dreamlike days with him had simply disintegrated into thin air.

However, you decided to put your friendship first before your selfish wants: you put on a brave smile, hid your sadness and slight jealousy, and wished him all the best in courting Sawabe.

You continued to hang out with him, though it pained you knowing that he never felt the same way you did. It was definitely difficult to feign smiles and speak comfortably with him. You had also once considered putting some distance between the both of you, but your better judgement convinced you otherwise as you did not want to dump your pain onto Iwaizumi like that. It would not be fair to him at all.

One day, after an afternoon of rigorous training, you walked out and was heading to the gate when you spotted someone sitting with their head low under the tree, just near the gates. The figure's silhouette was unmistakable to you; it was none other than your spiky-haired deskie.

"Iwaizumi?" you said as you approached him cautiously, watching his every movement with great focus.

"Oh, hey," he said as he glanced up to look at you, smiling slightly as if — no, definitely — trying to hide his earlier gloomy mood, "You're done with practice?"

You noticed that his characteristically mesmerising deep charcoal eyes were rather red and puffy, with dried tears on his face — a seemingly vulnerable look you never thought you would see on his being. A somewhat glassy look was in his eyes, as if he was looking into the fog, desperately searching for something far away.

You knew that you were not that something he was looking for.

"Were you crying?" you asked as you sat down next to him, eyes still on him, not daring to break away for just a breath.

He knew there was not really any point lying about it, for he knew he was easy to read, especially with you since he spent most of his time with you these days, and he nodded in response. He dropped his gaze to his hands, which were balled into fists on his thighs.

"What happened?" you asked, then added hurriedly, "If you don't mind telling me. I won't judge, I swear."

"Sawabe rejected me," he said softly as more tears formed in his eyes, the painful words getting lodged in his throat, "She... she told me she was sorry, that she... likes Oikawa instead."

"I'm... sorry to hear that," you whispered, not really knowing how you should be feeling. A part of you was overjoyed by the thought of Iwaizumi not standing a chance with Sawabe, and another part of you was disgusted at yourself for feeling this way. However, one could not stop the heart for desiring what it wanted.

Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to envelop him in a hug to console him. Iwaizumi wrapped his arms around you in return and gripped onto your uniform tightly, burrowing his face into your shoulder and staining his tears on your blazer. You rubbed small circles on his back to further comfort him, not knowing what else to say but let him cry his heart out and let time soften his sobs.

"It seems like no one'll fall for me," he muttered in self-hate after he could not seem to cry any longer since his throat was getting raw and his tear ducts seemed to run out of tears, then he began to dry his tears and rest his chin on your shoulder as he chuckled dryly, "Not like it's that surprising, really."

"Are you kidding me?" your outburst was incredulous, with you pulling him away from the embrace and staring at him with widened eyes and furrowed brows, "I can't believe you thought so lowly of yourself; I fell in love with you within these two months, you know!"

Once those rambling words left your mouth, you turned red, slapped a hand over your mouth, and bit your lower lip. You began to berate yourself internally, What a wonderful time you chose to confess!

An awkward silence settled between the both of you, and you decided that he was officially disturbed by your sudden (and inappropriate) confession.

"S-Sorry, I should really get going," you muttered, then mumbled a flimsy excuse and dropped your hand to your side, gathered your belongings up, and prepared to leave. You were very much ready to get home to cry, wallow in your misery, and eat a tub full of ice cream.

"Thank you," Iwaizumi said suddenly which caused you to whirl your head at him, a small yet empathetic smile tugging at his lips, "It made my day."

Suddenly, you had this strong urge in you to say something ridiculous that popped up in your head, something that you knew only worked in Korean dramas, not real-life scenarios. However, it was worth a shot, right?

"Listen, Iwaizumi," you said, choosing your words very carefully, "I know this may sound stupid and one-sided, considering how you got... you know." You waved your hand in the air vaguely, not wanting to verbalise what Iwaizumi had been through a couple of hours ago, then continued, "Anyway, I'm sure I can treat you better than her, and I'm sure I can help you get over it."

There was a moment of silence.

Have I gone too far? you thought, fiddling with your thumbs nervously, Maybe I should just tell him to forget what I just said—

His reply cut you off mid-thought, "Then let's date."

"Seriously, [F/N], if you want to look at videos of corgi butts, do so when you're not walking," Iwaizumi sighed as he sat next to the bed which you were currently sitting on in the infirmary.

You, being hooked onto this never-ending list of corgi underside videos a friend had recommended to you, decided it would be a great idea to watch them while walking towards the indoor sports hall. It just so happened you were walking down a rather steep decline while doing so, did not see that you were about to trip over a sizeable pebble, and went tumbling down the hill. Luckily, you were not too high up the hill, so you managed to not sustain any severe injuries other than a twisted ankle. You were even luckier Iwaizumi was nearby, because he had been trying to find Oikawa who seemingly vanished from his classroom ("Probably to flirt with other girls," Iwaizumi would always say with a massive eye roll).

"You really are a good boyfriend, Hajime," you said with a grin as he simply shook his head at you.

It had been about a month since both of you started dating, and you had been trying your best to help Iwaizumi get over his rejection. The first step in your relationship was to address each other by your respective first names (which was your idea). Both of you were a little bit awkward at the initial stage, but soon got over it and became a second nature to the two of you.

"[L/N]? Iwaizumi?"

The curtains separating the both of you from the next bed was swept open by the school nurse, revealing a very pale Sawabe. Her dark hair made a stark comparison to her unhealthily white complexion. To finish off the staggering look, there was a pair of eye bags circling the bottom of her eyes.

Iwaizumi froze in place, like a deer caught in headlights. You immediately noticed this and contemplated whether you should reach over and squeeze his hand gently as a form of reassurance. After all, his hand was now (fortunately) close to yours.

"I guessed it was you guys judging from your voices," Sawabe added with a little laugh (even though no one really asked her).

You did not take the chance and your hand remained glued to your side. Iwaizumi's hand was now drawn back to his side as he stood up.

"Sawabe? What happened to you?" Iwaizumi asked, walking up to her, an even more concerned expression taking over his face compared to the one he had given you, "Where's Trashikawa?"

"Tooru said he was busy and couldn't come, because he said he had some extra volleyball practice he wanted to put in," the brunette replied, "As for me, it isn't anything serious. Just a couple of things went wrong. I'm fine now."

You averted your gaze from the pair, clenching your hands into fists. You knew it was fine for Iwaizumi got get worried over sawabe since they were friends, but you could not help yourself and felt jealous. The way they conversed sounded as though they were dating, which seemed like a punch to your gut.

This also seemed to further highlight your incompetence in the whole point you and Iwaizumi were dating in the first place. Iwaizumi still seemed to hold a special place for his former love after all.

You then knew, I can't hold a candle to Sawabe.

Slowly, you slipped off the bed and limped to the doorway as quickly and quietly as you possibly could. You wanted to leave while you still had some control over your emotions, before it was too late and you started crying and made both a scene and a fool out of yourself.

Iwaizumi never noticed your disappearance, and you never felt your heart ache so badly before.

After practice, you switched your phone on to see a few messages from Iwaizumi. Earlier, you had turned it off after you fled the scene in the infirmary, not wanting to hear anything from Iwaizumi or anyone, really. Since you had busted your ankle, you could not take part in track activities, so you sat by the bleachers and finished up some of your biology homework. In the end, the coach told you to go home and get some rest.

Tentatively, your thumb hovered over his name in your inbox before you finally decided to read his messages.

Hajime: Are you at practice now?

Hajime: Why did you leave so suddenly?

Hajime: I'm sorry, I won't be walking home with you today. I have to walk Sawabe home since Trashikawa is still practicing and no one's home to fetch her.

Hajime: Text me when you get home, okay?

Kissing your teeth, sighing inwardly, and not wanting to answer, you put on some music and shoved your phone into your blazer pocket. Subconsciously, you knew Iwaizumi would still be worried over Sawabe. Your heart twisted in jealousy at this.

When you arrived home, you decided to switch your phone to aeroplane mode to refrain from any distractions while you were revising. The first exam was coming in a month's time; you could not afford to relax. You put on your Spotify playlist meant for effective studying and locked yourself in your room for a solid hour.

After a good hour of revision, you checked the time on the digital clock which stood on your table: 6.45 pm.

The thoughts of Iwaizumi walking Sawabe back home flooded your mind. Did he really move on, or does he still have something for her? Your eyebrows furrowed as your brain spiraled further into confusing thoughts, everything getting tangled in a chaos.

Not wanting to waste any time thinking about it, you buried your face into your arms as you crossed them on your desk, closing your eyes and willing yourself to stop worrying. Before you knew it, you had fallen asleep.

Knock knock. Knock knock.

The sound of gentle knocking woke you right up. Rubbing your eyes and blinking, you caught sight of someone at your window, fist to your window panels. You squinted at the rather well-built figure hovering by your window before your eyes widened in recognition. 

Iwaizumi?

Quickly, you rushed over (all while limping) and opened the window to let him in. Panic filled your veins as you opened the grilles.

"What are you doing? This is the second floor!" you berated him as he tumbled inside and onto your bedroom floor, "Why didn't you use the front door like a normal human being?"

"N-No one answered when I rang the doorbell, so I decided to climb up instead," he answered, and you noticed he sounded out of breath.

"Why are you breathless?" you asked, "Did you run over or something?"

"Yeah, I ran here since I got worried about you," he answered as he tried to catch his breath after sitting up, watching you carefully, "You left my texts on read and didn't read any of my new ones."

You just let out a soft sigh and said, "Come on, let's go downstairs and I'll get you something to eat."

Iwaizumi helped you down the steps (since you were injured, after all) and to the living room and was told to sit down, only he refused, because he pointed out you were still limping. You did not bother to argue with him and let him follow you.

The two of you then headed to the kitchen to get some biscuits and two glasses of milk, which Iwaizumi insisted on carrying. Both of you headed back to the living room with your snacks and sat comfortably on the sofa, with Iwaizumi balancing the plate of biscuits on his thighs.

After a few moments of hearing the sounds of crunching biscuits, he said, "Hey, let's play a game."

"Alright, fine," you said, reaching for another biscuit, "What do you have in mind?"

"Truth or dare," Iwaizumi replied simply, chewing his biscuit thoughtfully, "Now, truth or dare?"

"Truth," you answered without hesitation, popping the biscuit into your mouth.

"What do you think of our relationship?" he asked, then pointing between both of you, "You know, us."

There was a short moment of deafening silence (not even the prior sounds of biscuit chewing was heard) before you answered with a defeated look in your eyes, "There was never an 'us'."

He raised his eyebrows in curiosity, What do you mean?

"I love you," you proclaimed suddenly, turning your head to meet his gaze heads-on in determination.

No response. He just could not bring himself to say it. The words were lodged in his throat, being barricaded by an unknown force from escaping his lips, which were tightly shut. This silence confirmed your suspicions; this silence was as loud as a lion's deafening roar, an obvious statement of impending heartbreak and goodbyes.

"See?" you said softly, tears threatening to spill from your eyes, and you immediately looked away, "That's exactly what i mean."

Quickly, you wiped your tears away, put on your best smile, and said, "Okay, your turn. Truth or dare?"

He opened his mouth to answer, but the sound of his phone ringing cut him off.

"Sorry," he mouthed as he took his phone out of his trouser pocket and glanced at the caller ID (he looked somewhat scared, but of what?), then answering, "Hello?"

"Iwaizumi? Could you come back to keep me company?" Sawabe's voice was unmistakable from the other line, causing you to further shrink down in your seat, "I'm kinda afraid of being alone."

"I'm coming over," he answered without missing a beat before ending the call.

You whirled your head over and looked into his eyes, yours full of hurt and sorrow. Though you knew he had probably never genuinely loved you like a true lover from the start, you never expected him to ditch you for someone else, that someone being the previous apple of his eye.

Though, could Sawabe still be counted as 'previous'? Iwaizumi cared about her; he clearly still had her as his number one priority, it seemed.

Your head started to spin with wild thoughts as you watched him place the plate of remaining biscuits on the table: Was he really going to her? did he never get over her? Did he ever see me as his significant other?

"I'm sorry, [F/N]. I really am," Iwaizumi said, a look of sorrow and regrets gracing his face (the very face you came to love), before giving a slight bow and exiting the house.

You sat there, eyes hollow, head silent, heart broken. You did not know what else to think. The only thing you knew was that you were tired. You were tired of chasing someone who had another goal in their eyes. You were tired of trying to be the missing puzzle piece in someone else's life. You were tired of illusionising yourself that the one you truly loved reciprocated your feelings.

In the end, the joke was on you. You were left alone with nothing else, just you and your broken heart that had been shattered into tiny shards that lay around your feet.

In cliché romance movies, the protagonist gets into a messy love triangle and falls in love with the bad boy.

And in this film, you were just a side character who liked the good guy, but never had your love acknowledged.

You walked into class with your earpieces plugged in, muting the unpleasant world that surrounded you. Life still went on even though bad things happen, but you can still angrily say "Fuck you" to the world who bestowed empty promises upon you and wallow in self-pity.

In all retrospect, you had been thinking about how your relationship between you and Iwaizumi had been, and by judging the latest (dramatic) turn of events, it was not going to get far in the long run.

Once you placed your books and materials on your desk, you could hear a muted voice saying through your earpieces, "Good morning."

Though it was faint through the loud dance music you were playing, you still knew the voice's owner. After all, it was the voice you had come to love, too.

"H — Iwaizumi," you said simply as you took out your earpiece, cursing yourself mentally for the slip of your tongue. (You cringed inwardly at your second action following your response; you probably looked way too excited when you heard him call out to you. Bad habits were indeed hard to break.)

"I-I'm really sorry about yesterday," Iwaizumi muttered, looking down at the floor with his hands shoved in his pockets, not daring to meet your gaze on him that you were actually imposing yourself to do.

Without saying a word, you grabbed his hand and led him out of the classroom. Class was not going to start until another thirty minutes or so, anyway. You had more pressing matters at hand to discuss with him rather than something that was going to be forgotten in a few years.

You swiftly pushed past the hordes of students who were either gossiping about Oikawa, talking about a weekend party, or some other useless junk, bringing him to the school rooftop.

The school rooftop seemed like a secret haven: free of students' chatter, free of judgement, free of suffocating criticism.

You let go of him and walked a few steps forward, your back faced towards him.

"Are... you okay?" he asked tentatively. You had never behaved like this before, so this was completely new for him.

Without turning around, you said, "I've been thinking a lot since last night."

You turned around and looked into his eyes, hoping that what you were doing was right. You did not want to say it (you never would if you had the option to), but you wanted to spare yourself from the torture and did not want yourself to do this any longer. After all, it proved that your attempts to get him to move on failed. Love can be such a powerful force.

"Let's break up," you said simply, trying to keep your gaze levelled and not let your emotions take control and ruin this any further.

"What?" Iwaizumi coughed out with widened eyes, a little dumbfounded by this twist of events. Never in his wildest dreams did he expect you to break up with him. After all, you were the one who asked to date in the first place.

"This relationship is one-sided, and it's going nowhere," you stated, "So there's really no point continuing it. It's hurting both of us. Besides, it seems like I didn't help you get over her."

You took a quick and deep breath and continued, "It isn't good for any of us. so, let's break up and spare one another."

Feeling tears sting your eyes, you quickly strode past him, not wanting to let him see you break down. You willed yourself not to cry until you made it past that door back into the campus. It was going so well, too, so why—

Suddenly, you felt a warm and larger hand take hold of your wrist. The same hand pulled you back into someone's arms. It was Iwaizumi, of course, bringing you into his embrace, just like how you had done for him when you found him near the school gates being upset over Sawabe's reveal of her true feelings a month ago.

"You did help me," he said gently, "You're very special to me, and you've brightened my life. You've made me see the world in a different light, a different perspective, and for that, I want to thank you."

That was not exactly what you wanted to hear, but it still made you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. Before you knew it, you found yourself wrapping your arms around his torso and you leaned further in, your head pressing into his chest and you could hear his steady heartbeat resembling a siren song.

"If you would give me a second chance, I will tell you those three words one day," Iwaizumi said, with sincerity embedded in his words.

"So you're going to force yourself to love me?" you asked, breaking the embrace and looking up at him with a somewhat offended look, "Because I don't want you to. It's not right to the both of us."

"I'm not," he answered quickly, then explained, "I'm unsure of my feelings as of now, but if you would give me a second chance..."

He reached for your hand, encased it within his larger one, and continued with sincerity in his eyes, "I'm sure I won't hurt you again."

You bit your lip as your heart struggled to make a decision. The rational part of you wanted to refuse and say no, to put an end to this tragic tale. However, the lovesick fool in you convinced you otherwise. A second chance would not hurt anybody, and maybe there would come a day where Iwaizumi would really say those three words you longed to hear with a sincere heart.

"Alright," you stepped forward and squeezed his hands, "I'll wait for you."

"Thank you," he wrapped his arms around you and buried his face into the crook of your neck, warmth spreading throughout his body. Moving on will be difficult, but for you, he was willing to do it and free himself from Sawabe's grasp.

In all cliché romance films, the protagonist gets into a love triangle and chooses the bad boy. The good guy supports them and thinks he is unloved, when there is a minor side character wanting and waiting to be with him, for him to extend his hand and accept their love, but never getting their happy ending.

It seems like, in this romance movie, the side character does get their own happily ever after after all.

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[trueshellz]

Haikyuu Boys: Pregnancy Annoucement Angst

Warnings: reader crying, kuroo shouting, things thrown, mentions of leaving, iwaizumi accuses you of cheating, crying, hugging, angst but happy ending, female reader

Summary: Part 2 to this but with Kuroo and Iwaizumi

Scenario

You had found out you were pregnant a few days ago, with your long term boyfriend often out the country you were struggling with how to tell him and when to tell him. He was home for a while and thought you would broach the subject and see his reaction. You had went out and bought a cute gift bag with some baby trainers in there similar to the ones he always wore and hidden it under your clothes to surprise him with.

Kuroo

"Tetsu... you want kids someday right?"

Kuroo shrugged, his expression nonchalant as he moved around the kitchen. You were making breakfast together, thankfully your stomach wasn't so bad this morning, and you thought this would be a good time. You smiled when he leaned down to kiss you, putting some toast on a plate, but a small gnawing of worry formed in your stomach when he started frowning.

"If I'm honest, not right now. I'm so busy with work and everything, especially the recent promotion, an ankle biter would just make things difficult for me."

For him?

Him?

What about you?

"Yeah but, it'd be nice? You'd be home more and-"

"You want me home more? I didn't know that. We don't need a kid for that though, kitten."

"No, but-"

"And anyway, it'll be too much work, life is stressful enough anyway I don't want a kid too."

Suddenly your appetite had gone, you stared down at your plate and frowned. How had this gone so, so wrong? Gritting your teeth, you forced a smile on your face as you looked at his back, hand rubbing your lower stomach as you vowed to keep your baby safe. You hoped once you told him, he would have a change of heart... he loved you right?

"Tetsu, what if-"

A long pause, his hands frozen as he turned to face you with another frown. His eyes darting between your face and stomach, pan still in his hand from making breakfast.

"I just said, I don't want a kid. Why do you keep asking?"

Now you were pissed, nodding along with his rant again about his job and stress you rose up and grabbed a hoodie to pull on over your t-shirt and leggings. The small bag you had prepared behind the sofa, the same one you picked up and hurled at his chest. Watching in anguish as it landed on the floor with a thud, one shoe popping out and rolling to his foot.

"We don't need you anyway. I'll look after my baby myself."

Kuroo stopped, his eyes meeting yours as he let the words sink in and felt the small trainer land next to his barefoot. Bending down he picked up the bag, peering inside to see a small card and a picture of a positive pregnancy test. He felt his heart stop, a lump in his throat as he looked up at you and started to make his way to hug you. Stopping short when you held your hand up, shaking your head at him while tears ran down your face.

I did that.

"I- kitten? I-"

"Don't worry, I'll be out your hair soon. I'm going back to my parents house. You don't need to concern yourself with me, Tetsuro."

He winced at the use of his full name, something you hadn't called him in years. The small trainer still in his hand, so small compared to his own frame. He imagined how tiny the baby must be now, gaze landing on you as he tried to remember if your body had changed. Taking a deep breath, he moved forward and held your wrist this time and used the tug you forward until you landed on his chest. He was well prepared for you to hit him, not that it hurt at all, he could see your shoulders shaking as you cried and landed blows on his bare chest. His arms wrapping around you even though you resisted and tugged you forward until your tears met his warm skin, chin leaning in your head as he rocked you side to side.

"I hate you."

"I know, kitten."

"You don't want this."

"I was shocked and yeah, I was speaking earlier about my job and shit. But when you told me, I don't know. I imagined you all pregnant, then a little girl who looks like you. And then the thought of losing you. Baby, I'm upset that I made you cry and I hate that youre hurting because of me. I didnt mean to hurt you, I swear. Please believe me."

Iwaizumi

Iwaizumi spent so much of his time travelling, between his time with the team abroad and his own training and qualifications it was often a whirlwind when he came home. You had been toying with the idea of telling him so many times, but each time he came home he was exhausted and barely able to keep his eyes open long enough. On the days he was recovered, he would often just want to take you out and spend time with you and the last thing hou wanted was to spring this on him at a dinner date.

The one evening he was sat on the sofa, laptop perched on his thighs as he completed his pre-travel paperwork while you made dinner. Your eyes casting back and looking at the place you had stored the gift bag, between the sofas on the floor near him. Every so often, you would glance up and catch his eye causing him to smile at you, about an hour passed and while dinner cooked you decided to try and have a chat with him.

"Haji... can I ask you something?"

"Sure, doll."

"If I got pregnant-"

A hand gripping your arm made you jump, eyes meeting his worried ones. "You're pregnant? I thought you were on birth control-"

"Listen, I-"

"I don't understand how you thought this was ok. I mean, I got my job and I'm always travelling. The last thing I want is a kid."

"But, Haji if you just-"

"Wait. Is it even mine? I've been away so much, doll. You been getting lonely without me?"

What?

Standing back up, you pressed your hands to your eyes as he rambled on behind you about fidelity and how you should have been taking your tablets. You could feel your lunch from earlier sitting in your stomach, a hollow feeling ever growing the more he spoke. Reaching down to pick up the bag, you thrust it in his chest and pushed it against him. His eyes widening when he saw the watery tracks running down your face, hand reaching out for you only for it to be slapped away.

"Don't. Touch me."

"Doll, I-"

"No, Hajime."

Turning away you wrenched your arm when he tried to hold it, the bag still clutched in his hand when he stood in front of you. Your vision was obstructed with tears, birk g tour lip to stop the sobs escaping as you covered your mouth.

"Baby, I didn't mean-"

"But you did!" You didn't mean to shout the last bit, hands wiping your face as you shook your head in dismay. "How dare you! How dare you stand there and accuse me of sleeping around. You go around gallivanting in different countries, how can I believe that you don't have a girlfriend in each place? Hmm? You think that little of me? Of our relationship? I love you, Hajime." A huff as you laughed, the sound empty and humourless. "Well, I did anyway."

Turning away again you stopped when his arms wrapped around you from behind, his head dropped on your shoulder as you felt his body shake. Your own tears starting up again when he sucked in a breath, a sniffle as he gathered himself.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it and it was a dumbass thing to say. I swear on my life that I will make it up to you." His arms tightening around you as he whispered your name. "Please. Please don't leave me. I love you so much."

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[lyssasdrafts]

THE GUY THAT I’D KINDA BE INTO !

synopsis: suna wants to confess to you, he really does. wants to finally get off his chest how much he wished you two were more than just ‘best friends’ for all these years. but what happens when a certain ex, sakusa kiyoomi, finds his way back into your life?

chapter seventeen

MASTERLIST next

this is a longer written chapter (there’s more bellow the cut)!! i hope this makes up for how long i haven’t posted and that it makes sense…? plus happy late birthday to kiyoomi! <33

ONE YEAR AGO…

“happy birthday, omi!” you laugh as you kiss your boyfriend’s check. you can feel his face heating up as he looks at you. he’s so cute when he’s flustered like this, even after being together for nearly four years.

you watch eagerly as he blows out the candles on the less-than-average cake you’d tried to bake, he never comments on it though, instead he smiles at the thought of you putting your effort into something for him. he’s never had anyone care about him this much, how’d he get so lucky?

“thank you, y/n.” he chuckles when he pulls away. “i’m so happy i meant you.”

“i know you don’t like to do much for your birthdays, but you have me! we can always do something,” you tell him, “it’s your special day, and i don’t want my boyfriend spending any day alone,” you frown. kiyoomi laughs and comments on how corny you are. you guys spend the day eating it on your couch (and trying not to throw up at your baking), video calling atsumu just for fun too.

PRESENT DAY…

it’s been hours since he got there and you surprised him with a little party - singing happy birthday to him with just you two and a few people from his inner circle, though everyone’s left by now since it’s late, except for you. once again, you and kiyoomi are sitting alone together on his couch, except this time things feel more distant between you two.

there’s this tension, a sort of awkwardness, when you’re with him. sometimes you’re not sure if hanging out with your ex is a good idea. it feels like you’re bordering on just being friends and getting back together. the way he blushes at your jokes or willingly grabs your hand — it feels all too familiar, yet at the same time doesn’t.

it feels more comfortable now, after cracking a few jokes with him. you stop for a moment and look kiyoomi in the eyes, the both you leaning in.

everything else around you is blurred out, all you can think about is that you’re about to kiss him, and how it’s the only thing making your heart pound like this. you don’t even notice that the door is cracking open behind you, your best friend walking in.

suna’s about to say something to announce that he’s here, but he stops and his stomach drops at the sight of you and kiyoomi. he’s forcing himself to turn around and leave, wishing he’d never walked in on you.

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[mitsuyaya]

[ 21:37 PM ] bokuto koutaro

☆༉ contains: suggestive, profanity, unedited

“Mmh it feels like I'm inside you”

Surprised, you sat up from the bed, blushing from head to toe. from your experience with Bokuto, from the past five years of your relationship, you know you should be prone to all of his shenanigans, to all of the surprising things he'd say. But this– this one feels strange, inadequate.

“Ko! what the fuck?” Bokuto soon followed, raising his brows, confusion masking his face. Did he really just say those words without thinking of how you would react, without realizing how embarrassing those words he just said?

Silence filled the air for a moment, Bokuto pausing for a while to figure out what happened to you, then the gears in his head turned– “No wait- I meant the bed is too soft just like how it feels inside you!”

That still didn't help though, you just felt more embarrassed than ever. “You could've said it better” huffing, trying to hide the blush forming in your face, you laid on the bed back facing him. it wasn't his intention to make you feel like this, he swears it's a compliment!

“m sorry baby, I meant you're so soft and huggable that the bed is almost as soft as you. I didn't mean it to sound like that” his large hands were interlaced with yours, you could sense the worries in his tone, you know you should've brushed it off, that this is something so little, but those words just simply caught you off guard. But you know, Bokuto must've really didn't mean it to sound like that.

Already feeling better, you faced him, frown painted on his beautiful face. You smoothened his hair, kissing his forehead.

“I love you Kou so please don't say those words again for the love of God”

#tw.suggestive #bokuto x reader #bokuto x you #bokuto x y/n #bokuto imagines #bokuto scenarios #bokuto drabbles #bokuto fluff #bokuto crack #haikyui x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #hq x you #hq imagines #hq scenarios #hq drabbles

[kaeyasaki]

“wow, this brings back memories.”

you stared at the photo frame kuroo was holding in his hands, grip seeming almost desperate, but gentle as if he were cradling the delicate memory in fear of it shattering in his hands.

“how many years ago was that?” you asked cautiously unsure of where the boundaries of this particular topic were.

kuroo’s parents were a subject the two of you typically avoided, the vulnerable side of him much more exposed to hurt when talked about. his parents had separated sometime in his early childhood, but alongside that, his sister had been taken away from him resulting in a quick change of environment for young kuroo to force himself to adapt to.

“maybe fifteen, sixteen years ago?” he muttered, eyes glossing over the image. the only family portrait he’d managed to keep in tact. the smiling faces of his parents and sister only pained him the longer he looked at it, yet he couldn’t tear his eyes away.

sensing silent distress, your hand reached up and overlapped his on the frame, your gentle touch bringing him to ease. thumb gently dragging up and down the top of his, you allowed your boyfriend to recollect himself before speaking. this was his territory and you’d refuse to speak on it until you were certain he was comfortable enough to do so.

“it’s okay, everything happens for a reason.” he sighed, hand holding the wooden frame a little tighter as if the very last evidence of his once happy family would slip away if he held the frame even just a little bit looser.

“you’re right,” you hummed, gentle eyes catching his. “just like the way i met you.” voice laced with the softest tone, kuroo’s eyes weakened at the sound of your voice.

“we’ll have a better ending won’t we?” he whispered, focus solely on you now as your fingers gently interlocked his on the frame.

he was vulnerable, but he was opening up to you and that’s all you could bring yourself to care about. the hurt he’d kept locked away for so long finally being acknowledged after all these years of disregarding them for nothing more than silly childhood issues.

kuroo was hurt and was still hurting, but that was okay. you’d take it upon yourself to take the hurt he shared with you and help him reinvent it as something nothing less than the utter love he should’ve been allowed to feel from the very start.

gaze still holding his, you gently took the frame from his hands placing it upon the shelf along with all the other memories that’d been captured and framed. wrapping your arms around his waist you watched him glance back at the frame one more time.

“we won’t have an ending,” you smiled earnestly upon the feeling of his arms wrapping around you. your body being the replacement for the sentimental frame previously in his hold and you being more than just the replacement for the small gap in his heart his parents had torn. he smiled down at you, the brightest he was sure he’d smiled in a long time.

“because i’d much rather have a forever with you.”

#surprise i wrote again #i’ve been thinking a lot today about this #i really think that while his parents situation wouldn’t have been great #despite the fact he was just a child it still would’ve left a nasty and pretty permanent sting #i think he’d be so cautious entering a relationship because of what he experienced his parents go through #it’d have to be someone willing to wait and let things build slowly but surely too #i just.. i really hope he’s happy i just %+>$!! i fucking love him so much </3 #he deserves the whole world </3 #kuroo #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo x you #haikyuu #haikyui x reader #haikyuu x you #hq #hq x readwr #hq x you #☁️love on the brain

[josumbox]

deciding between: tsukishima who who gets all closed off and quiet when he has a crush or tsukishima who amps up his teasing to like 3000x because that’s the only way he knows his go talk to them🧐

#tsukishima fluff #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei #haikyui x reader

[incongruousstrawberry]

Secret Fantasy (Akaashi + Tsukishima x f!reader)

Little author’s note: when my friend told me “Write a threesome” I gasped and replied “Are you crazy? I could never write something so bold!”. Five minutes later, my brain was already working on it. Two days later, this short story was completed.

What can I say? Thanks to my friend and I do hope whoever reads this will have as much fun as I had writing it.

Word count: 1.1k.

Tags: post-timeskip, smut, unprotected sex, threesome, oral (female receiving).

Summary: no plot, just some self-indulgent work.

You would never have thought that your little secret fantasy would become reality, but here you are, with your back pressed on Tsukishima’s chest and your wrists held up over your head by Akaashi.

The blond-haired man has one hand cupping your left breast and the long fingers of his other hand sliding along your slick folds.

The black-haired man is kissing you passionately, his tongue meeting yours and charging up the warmness that is already collecting in your core, all while maintaining a firm grip on your wrists.

Your head feels heavy and light at the same time as you try to focus on every sensation originating from your body. You let go of the hot kiss with Akaashi for a moment as Tsukishima inserts one of his slender fingers inside you, his hot breath on you as he mutters a “good girl” in your ear.

But Akaashi doesn’t want to wait and sticks his tongue in your mouth again with an urgency that makes you want to grab his hair and press his head even closer to you. He feels you moving your arms and tightens his grip on your wrists. You’re not going anywhere.

Tsukishima’s cock starts to rub against your ass while he pushes another finger inside you, his hand brushing against your clitoris as he moves in and out of you.

Then Akaashi’s lips leave yours as he starts placing his kisses lower and lower and lower… He is now with his knees on the floor and his mouth on you, dispensing short kitty licks on your clitoris. Your wrists are still in his hand, in front of you. Tsukishima now has both of his hands on your breasts and plays with your nipples, turning them slightly while he keeps grinding his length against you.

Akaashi’s tongue starts moving more along your folds, making you softly whine in pleasure as he slides slowly.

 “I want to do more. Let’s go on the bed,” Tsukishima says, his voice deep with arousal.

Akaashi never lets go of your wrists and pulls you slowly toward the bed, where he lies and makes you stand on your fours. You hesitate for a moment, curious about the plans of the two guys, and soon you feel Tsukishima positioning himself behind you. He takes your left hand and guides it to Akaashi’s erect cock. “Why don’t you take care of him while I take care of you?”

He’s clearly in charge during this hot encounter and you have no complaints. You do as he says and start to rub Akaashi’s with slow circular movements helped by the leaking precum. You observe his face as you move and his slightly furrowed brows give you all you needed to know. He clearly likes it.

Then you feel it. Tsukishima is rubbing his shaft along your entrance, the head hot and wet with yours and his arousal. Without a word, he thrusts into you vigorously, making you moan loudly – it’s almost a squeal – and feel just a hint of pain before it turns into pleasure within the next thrusts.

He’s pushing hard and your breasts are bouncing back and forth, only to be soon captured by Akaashi’s hands. He caresses you gently and then places his lips on one of your nipples, biting slightly at first and then sucking intensely. You stop playing with the head and start pumping his cock with a firm grip. You can feel it pulsing in your hand, but you can also feel Tsukishima inside you and the mouth of Akaashi’s on you. You feel overwhelmed: there’s so much going on. It’s beautiful.

Your breathing is laboured as the two men focus on yours and their pleasure. Moans and groans echo in the room together with the squelching sound of your actions and you start to wonder if this is all a sweet, hot dream.

“We should take care of this too,” says Akaashi as he takes one hand off your breast to slide it across your belly and then reaches your clit, his finger tracing fast circles on it. That’s too much. Being filled by Tsukishima while Akaashi touches you like that is an irresistible experience and you start to unravel between the two of them, your moans loud and arousing, your eyes shut in pleasure, your grip tightening on Akaashi’s cock and your walls clenching on Tsukishima’s.

The blond-haired man soon follows you and his thrusts become faster and sloppier until he finally comes to a rest, remaining inside you and pampering your back with soft wet kisses.

You are about to take a breath – you really need it – but you soon feel Akaashi’s hand bringing you closer to him and whispering in your ear, “Now it’s my turn.”

As your eyes widen in surprise, you feel Tsukishima’s pulling off and pushing you a bit forward so that your entrance aligns with Akaashi’s shaft. The black-haired man rests his hands on your hips and lowers you on him, making your breath shake as your overstimulated core gets filled once again.

“Move,” says Tsukishima from behind.

You comply. You start slow, raising and then going down again in long patient movements, your sensitive walls feeling every part of Akaashi’s length.

Tsukishima moves to your left and searches for your lips with his. Before you know it, he’s biting your lip and grabbing your ass as you move on Akaashi, his golden eyes determined and hungry. He then takes one of your hands and brings it to his cock, erect once again already, and you start sliding your hand with long movements. Meanwhile, Akaashi takes your other hand and interlaces his fingers with yours, giving you a lever to help your movements.

You start moving faster, your core enveloping Akaashi’s cock tightly and your tongue chaotically meeting Tsukishima’s. You feel Akaashi’s grip on your hips tighten and you release from the kiss, another orgasm pouring out of your lips in warm moans, and as your walls clench on him, you watch Akaashi unravelling in front of you, his gunmetal blue eyes fixed on yours as he releases his arousal inside you.

You forget to move your left hand for a moment but Tsukishima immediately reminds you of it by biting your ear’s lobe and by guiding your hand along his member, giving you the rhythm he wants you to follow. He soon reaches his peak too, warm white fluid covering your hand and a soft rough “Fuck” escaping his lips.

You would never have thought that your little secret fantasy would become reality, but here you are, your breathing laboured and your limbs tired, with the most stunning men you have ever seen smile at you with a pleased look in their eyes.

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[ozetia]

It seems that the majority of us agree that Akaashi/Kuroo/Reader (Fluff and NSWF) is simply exquisite and breathtaking 😫

#haikyu x reader #haikyui x reader #kuroo testuro #akaashi #haikyuu smut

[karasunology]

⸙ ˚₊ ➷ SUGAWARA KOUSHI & OIKAWA TOORU AS DADS HEADCANONS ! ❞

✎ . . . i'm happy that your requests are open ! and for dad headcanons?? i am right here to serve my braincells for you ma'am. what about dad! sugawara & kenma? thank you in advance 🤓😘

❝ ― submitted by @ nonnie <3 ❞

✎ . . . will you please write about oikawa, bokuto, and sugawara as dads?? :>

❝ ― submitted by @ nonnie <3 ❞

-ˏˋ ➶ character(s) ━ sugawara koushi & oikawa tooru <3

[ trigger warnings ━ slight manga spoilers !! ]

✎ . . . DAD HEADCANONS.

[ BOKUTO KOUTARO VERSION. ] [ MIYA ATSUMU VERSION. ]

-ˏˋ playing soleil's tape ˊˎ-

[ 📼 ] . . . reposted because tumblr took it off?? ugh n e ways happy birthday again to my boy sugawara😔✋

SUGAWARA KOUSHI.

➜ before the arrival of your daughter, mans was totally cool about it; also ecstatic to say the least, he wanted to have a family for you for a long, long time, and when he finally has the chance to start it with you ─ he couldn't help but cry and be so soft on the spot with just the thought of it

➜ but he also couldn't help but be doubtful, doubtful of himself ─ will be a good enough father? will he be able to teach his daughter the important virtues in life? will his daughter even love him?

➜ but in the midst of those thoughts were you, reassuring him multiple times, that, if there was any man that you could think of, of being the father of your children ─ that man would be him, and only him

➜ ngl right now, mans wanted to give you another one after you said that 💀

➜ and when your first child was delivered, he was so encouraging and supportive of you, would whisper reassurance and words of affermations saying how great you were, how he was so blessed for having you.

➜ remember those doubts he had? all those thoughts fully dissapeared when your baby wrapped her fingers around his thumb for the first time, and suga couldn't help but cry ─ from joy? definitely, from satisfaction that you guys created this angel? of course. and relief? yeah, probably.

➜ sugawara doesn't want to spoil your daughter since he wants your daughter to know the importance of money and doesn't want her to end up being a brat

➜ but sometimes ,,, he couldn't just help it okay? ☹

➜ in the first months of parenting with sugawara, he was anything but the perfect dad but you could really see the parental instincts in him

“ kohana, come to daddy ” your husband, koushi, stretched his arms towards your daughter of five years; kneeling on the floor as you sat across from him, kneeling as well.

➜ as your daughter slowly waddled over to sugawara with a blank yet adorable chubby face, sugawara was overjoyed, to say the least.

“ yes waddle over to daddy ─ ��

➜ well, until your daughter cheekily ran across the opposite side, to you. as if flowers of many kinds surrounded her, she glided onto your surprised arms as you instinctively open tour arms out for her, a shocked laugh was heard from you.

➜ 💀💀💀

➜ your husband's jaw DROPPED Y'ALL😭✋ LET ME JUST AHHH

➜ kohana definitely got her wittiness and cheekiness from her koushi, and maybe some from you as well.

➜ sugawara let out an offended scoff as he got up so fast to chase your daughter around the house, as your daughter shrieked in fear and excitement as she waddled all over the place

➜ ugh IM SO SOFT RN, NO ONE TOUCHHHH MEEEE😡

➜ and when kohana was out with her with her aunty kiyoko and uncles daichi and asahi, sugawara was feeling a bit ,,, spicy that night that hey, why not create another one with you👉👈

➜ let's just say, while your daughter was eating caramel apples with her aunt & uncles, you were getting dic ked down by sugawara phew chile

➜ and after a few months, your son, shin was born & damn did sugawara love him

➜ unlike your daughter, your son is such a sweetie uGHHHH

➜ and loved his dad so much, is the calm and collected one while he had your hair and suga's eyes

➜ while the squad™ ; daichi, kiyoko & asahi would come to your house with every chance they get just to see your little ones and maybe even bring theirs as a playdate for shin & kohana

➜ ugh next gen typa thingz💅

➜ would play volleyball with them, but with a softer one that's a bit more kid-friendly

➜ being almost total opposites, shin and kohana would often bicker, kohana being the one to provock the fight and shin just straight up spitting facts, 6/10 of the time would win over his older sister

➜ periodt

➜ and if fights would get too much, sugawara would bONKK💥🔨 your children ( like those times where suga just fu cking bOnKs his teammates. )

➜ yeah that

➜ mans rarely gets mad and phew ,, if he ever does i just have nothin, NOTHIN to say😶

“ i HAVE NEVER IN MY LIFE YELLED AT A GIRL LIKE THIS, WHEN MY MOTHER YELLS LIKE THIS IT'S BECAUSE SHE LOVES ME. ”

➜ he'll never be angry at them for too long though

➜ but mostly, he'll just be disappointed rather than mad

➜ and honestly that hurts more

➜ since sugawara is an elementary school teacher, he'd often tell stories about your guys' children with his students

➜ like THAT ONE TEACHER THAT JUST TALKS ABOUT THEIR LIVES AND FORGETS ABOUT CLASS

➜ UGH WE STANNNN

➜ it became an actual thing with his students that they would every now and then ask about them

➜ would have such a strong foundation built from trust, respect and just love with his children

➜ honestly you'd fallen all over again with him BECAUSE HE'S SO UGSHHSHSH

➜ HUSBAND MATERIAL

➜ SANAOL LIKE CAN'T RELATE LMAO

➜ baking !!

➜ this is one of suga's past times, and even before you guys were even married, y'all would have at-home dates and just bake

➜ and it just gradually became a thing with your children every time anyone just wants to bake something.

➜ and most of the time would end up messing up the kitchen and covered in flour

➜ 11/10 dad, may not be the most perfect dad but your kids could never ask for anyone else but him.

OIKAWA TOORU.

➜ it started off as a joke, he couldn't really remember when it all started but he would always say that you would be such a good mother whenever you would take care of him when he's injured himself or just scold him whenever he keeps over working himself

➜ but after a few years and oikawa would never have thought that he wanted to actually have a child or two with you, it started off when he would spend a few hours until pass midnight to watch cute baby videos

➜ like why was he there?? HE WAS JUST WATCHING BUZZFEED UNSOLVED A FEW MINUTES AGO LMAO WHAT

➜ and his eyes would linger onto your sleeping figure ontop of his body, face nuzzled as he could feel your nose tickle his torso.

➜ he couldn't help but play along with the thoughts of having a child with you ─ to start a family with you.

➜ you guys were already living together at argentina, and you've support him through and through with everything he has pursued in his life, and what else was stopping him from starting a family with you?

➜ yes, his schedule may be a bit busy but he had always given more than enough time to you, what hurt may it cause if he had another person to dedicate his attention as well? someone that's the perfect mixture of the love of his life and himself.

➜ and when oikawa has already set something on his mind ─ mans would always get what he wants

➜ if i were you, i'd give him anything he wants ngl

➜ just saying y'all😳✋

➜ it didn't take him a hot second to make you agree to it, and before he knew it he fell in love all over again on the bundle of joy he held on his hands

➜ would pepper you with kisses even if you were tired from giving birth, saying how proud he was of you and how beautiful the child you both created

➜ like duh, it was yours and tooru's child, your guys' baby will be a HEARTBREAKER WITH THOSE LOOKS😡

“ tooru !! ” you exclaimed as you saw your husband hold out a strawberry lollipop to your daughter while holding her with his other arm, as your daughter was ready to bite it ─ MANS REALLY SAID NO❌ RIGHTS✅😤 AND PULLED IT AWAY WHILE LAUGHING BEFORE PUTTING IT IN HIS MOUTH

➜ i'm so sorry i just ─

➜ while your daughter LOOKED SO OFFENDED WHEN SHE STARED SO HARD AT HIM LIKE

➜ THIS BITCH REALLY HAD IT COMING FOR HIM

➜ before your daughter just straight up cried right then and there while tooru's eyes widdened and tried apologizing to his daughter

“ aiko baby i'm so sorry ─  ” until your daughter slapped the lollipop from his mouth

➜ while oikawa just had that blank stare

➜ while you're trying not laugh so much because you KNOW his ego was shattered as she held her arms out for you, making grabby hands until you took her off from her father's hold

➜ oikawa : i hate it here😙😍💅

➜ aiko : it's what he deserves :)

➜ but when your daughter grew up, she ADORED HER FATHER, she would be the first to to the door whenever her father comes back from tournaments, your two younger sons, akiro and haruki would follower right after her chasing each other out

➜ oikawa still dresses her up even if she wasn't a seven year old anymore

➜ aiko is a daddy's girl and that's on periodt😡💅

➜ while aiko had tooru's playful and big dumb b energy, and your your hair and his eyes

➜ your oldest son, akiro, got your personality, and eyes but his father's hair

➜ and your youngest son, haruki, has both your eyes and hair and is a mix of yours and tooru's personality

➜ and it wasn't only aiko which held her father at such a good light that if she told him that ─ mans will be over the moon

➜ but also your two sons which found themselves loving and dedicating their love towards volleyball just like their father

➜ watching his games is a must !!

➜ his ego would not only be ASTRONOMICAL

➜ and just the overall overwhelming motivation had him serving 4 service aces in a row on periodttt

➜ your three kids would fight over who could scream the loudest in the stands for their father

➜ when he's away and your children would have those missing him hours™😔✋ oikawa would always try and contact you guys three times a day and everynight he'd be telling you guys how practice was and would also ask you guys how your days was.

➜ would teach his kids to FLIRT LMAO💀

➜ but will never fail teaching them that they should treat woman with RESPEKT ( and just overall everyone?? not just of their gender it's just because of idk??MANNERS ? )

➜ oikawa : *drinks his respect wamen juice.*

➜ ohoho but if his daughter ever starts having boy crushes MANS WOULD BE ALL POUTY

“ but loovveee ,, ” tooru drags out

“ our daughter is starting to date, what happened to marrying daddy one day? ”

“ tooru we're already married. ”

➜ you're tHIS👌 CLOSE TO DIVORCING HIS ASS

➜ you : i should have gone for the best friend instead

➜ IM JOKING YOU LOVE HIM A LOT

➜ beach volleyball !!

➜ after seeing how good beach volleyball taught hinata, giving him advantages in the indoor court, he wanted his child to as well

➜ or normal backyard volleyball will do

➜ just like with his teammates, oikawa is able to bring out the best in your children

➜ just a 11/10 dad, he may not always be with you guys because of volleyball but he'd always make time for you guys and would never neglect and forsake you guys

#haikyuu social media au #haikyuu smau #oikawa tooru smau #haikyuu headcanons #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tooru headcanons #sugawara koushi headcanons #sugawara koushi smau #haikyui x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu requeests #oikawa tooru social media au #hq imagines #haikyuu imagines #hq fluff #hq scenarios #hq x reader #haikyuu requests

[x-chubby-reader]

!Rules!

Because of me being in school, I get very burnt out very fast so I apologise if I take a very long time finishing your request

Please read this before requesting

Will do

Up to five characters at a time

Smut? That's fine my man but characters will be aged up

Almost all the character inserts will be plus sized because of the lack of them

I write both doc's and headcannons but fics take even longer for me to get out

Fandoms I know we'll enough

Haikyuu

My Hero

Host club

Fullmetal Alchemist

Jujutsu Kaisen

Attack on Titan

*and many others i cannot remember*

If I do not know the show, I will try to match my writing to keep it as cannon as I can

I will not write

Very large age gaps without the reader being over 18

Anything to do with a vomit or scat fetish

Pedophilia

Incest or step sibling NSFW, sfw happy non dating fluff is fine!

Literally anything else icky

#X Reader #xreader #XReader #chubbyreader #selfinsert #xyou #size reader #mha x reader #mha x plus size reader #rules #x chubby reader #haikyui x chubby reader #haikyui x reader #x plus size reader

[trueshellz]

@regs09

I hope this is okay! I tried to show her as helpful as possible but a little sparky too. They're not all the same length but I tried to use different scenarios too.

Kuroo

The first time he saw you, you were surrounded by 2nd years pestering you for your phone number and he truly felt sorry for those guys. You couldn’t have had a bigger ‘fuck off’ face even if you tried. As he walked over, he was getting ready to set them straight when he overheard you.

“If you don’t get away from me in the next 10 seconds, I will rearrange your face.”

He’d never seen boys run away apologising so fast in his life, his signature laugh being heard by everyone, even Kenma gave him a WTF look as they walked together down the corridor.

“Oya? You seemed to have put them right in their place.”

Still annoyed at the situation, you whirled around and glared at him, hands placed on your hips. You knew Kuroo Tetsuro, everyone knew Kuroo Tetsuro. Third year, Nekoma volleyball captain, signature smile and absolute flirt.

“You wanna go as well, pretty boy?” You huffed as he held his hands up in mock surrender, grin wide across his face.

“Woah there, sparky. I was coming over to help you.”

Hiking your bag up your shoulder, you purposely walked between him and Kenma. “I didn’t need your help.”

The second time he saw you, he was grabbing a book from the library and he saw you sat with one of the 1st year girls. Exam week was around the corner so the library was busier than usual, he could see some of his teammates in the back too, knowing full well if they failed exams they could be pulled from the upcoming games.

He could see the girl was stressed out from the way she was flailing her arms, her face red as she pointed at her books. He saw you smile as you leaned over, pointing to something before taking out a mini whiteboard and pen from you bag. You giggled as she held her arms up in the air, she must have got the answer right. He was momentarily stunned by your change in demeanor and he could feel himself smile as you clapped for your student.

When you were dating, Kuroo was more than aware of how people perceived you. He had the same issue to some extent, being perceived as a harsh captain with a scheming personality meant some students were often scared to approach him. But when you were alone, you would often curl up to him on the sofa and often acted cute in front of him especially when he came home after a game to help cheer him up. Packing bento boxes for his lunches with cute cut out fruit and animal shaped onigiri and leaving cute notes in his bags and books.

You would always come near the end of Nekoma practice matches with drinks or healthy snacks for his team, who loved you for this reason. Yamamoto more so than the rest, a huge flirt who tried to hug attack you every time only to get yelled at by your boyfriend and given clean up duties as punishment.

"Tetsu, he just wants a hug."

He mock pouted as he looked at you, his lip stuck out almost comically. "Those hugs are mine, he can't have any."

The manager and you got along well too, you would help them by sweeping up after the boys or tidying away the equipment. A few times you helped Lev out when he tore his uniform falling over or tripping on his long legs as he got used to playing volleyball. He would feel so bad too, looking at you like a lost puppy as you sewed up his hem or patched a hole he had in his shorts or t shirt. The one time he managed to rip the stitching of his t shirt up to his arm pit when he skidded across the floor trying to save the ball. Needless to say, it didn't end well and you were glad you had taken to carrying a sewing kit with you when you went to watch them practice.

"I'm so sorry!"

"It's fine, Lev. Don't worry about it."

Kuroo knew the saying: Don't judge a book by it's cover, but he didn't realise how true it was until he met you. He could have missed out on one of the best people in his life.

Bokuto

Bokuto was known for having a cheery outlook on life, yes he had his emo moments but it took a lot to get him down generally. But you always baffled him, whenever he saw you it seemed as though you were angry or annoyed. In class, no matter the task or who you worked with, you looked fed up. After school when you were walking home, you seemed frustrated. At lunchtime, you sat with friends but you seemed like you'd had enough. You were a conundrum to him.

After school one day, he was walking towards the local shop to grab some snacks and he saw you crouching on the ground, your face was a mixture of awe and sadness as you looked at a box on the ground. As he neared you, he could hear small whines and the scratching against the box and when he peered over your shoulder he could see some puppies in the box.

"Someone left them here alone?"

You jumped as you heard his voice, looking up to see him standing over you, he had his bag slung on his shoulder and was still dressed in his volleyball gear. You'd seen him around school, he sat on the opposite side of the classroom to you so you never worked together. You knew he was the captain of the school's volleyball team but didn't know much else about him.

"Yeah, it's so cruel. They're only babies too."

And that was how you two became started friends and eventually dating, bonding over your love for animals and disdain for the situation. He accompanied you to the local animal shelter where you dropped the puppies off, not being able to take them home. He was enthralled by your change in demeanor, you would always smile at him and act a lot more animated. You would help Akaashi get him out of his funk when he had a bad day or one of his moves didn't go to plan. He had taken to buying you the famous octopus plushie too and would use it to gauge your mood, you found it hilarious. If you were sad or angry, he would come bearing snacks or gifts and if you were happy, he knew he was able to hug attack you and smother you in kisses.

Attending every game, you would always dress in his team number and cheer the loudest for him. After school, you would help him unwind, either spending time giving him a massage or just cuddling on the sofa together. You would lay on him, arms and legs intertwined as you watched television or playing with hair as his head was in your lap. Even going as far to sometimes climb into the front of his hoodie so you would be skin to skin with him. You loved the feel of his heartbeat against your ears and his breathing would calm you. You spent more time in his lap, head buried in his neck than sat alone as you lived feeling his body heat against you. Thankfully, Koutaro didn't mind, he loved the attention and having you close to him.

Who knew such a angry little bean would become such a cute little sloth?

Osamu

Every weekend like clockwork at lunchtime, you would walk in and order 2 meals. One to eat at the time and one to pick up at the end of your meal and take away. You always sat in the corner by yourself, flicking through your phone. You weren't rude or anything, but you had an aura of 'leave me alone' or else which usually kept people away from you. As Osamu watched, he couldn't help but wonder about you and your background.

He tried talking to you first, but apart from polite conversation you didn't seem to want to talk to him. He tried broaching lots of subjects but you just gave minimal answers. He was quite frustrated to say the least, Atsumu didn't help with his idea either. They just seemed to be annoying or potentially harassing, neither a great choice.

It was the end of the day when he was packing away, you had just left the restaurant and Osamu was packing all the left over food in boxes to give to the homeless people around the restaurant. He didn't like wasting food, not being one to be ungrateful and decided early on to donate it to those who were less fortunate. Carrying the snack packs, he started his usual journey down the roads and handing his packages out to anyone who was in need.

As he rounded the corner, he saw you leaning down speaking to an elderly lady who had a small child. She looked tired, her cheeks red from exhaustion and cold, the child looking equally cold in this weather too. They had been selling fruit from what he could see and he stared in fascination as you not only bought their remaining stock but gave them the second meal you bought that day.

"No, no. You always do this. It's not fair, we'll exchange. You give me food for my fruit."

"Auntie, no. You know very well that I don't expect payment for this. Its a gift. Take the food, go home and eat. Use the money for your daughter."

Nearing to you, he bowed quickly before leaning down and handing the child some onigiri. She smiled up at him, all toothy and he felt his heart warm up seeing her munch away at the rice ball. Looking at you, he could see the broad smile on your face as you bantered with the woman, seeing you like this was such a contrast to your usual stoic attitude.

This routine continued for a few weeks, eventually you would help Osamu out with his packing. Carrying some of the lighter packages to hand out to everyone, your conversation becoming more and more in depth the more you spoke to one another. You had more in common than you thought, including your selflessness you both had similar taste in music and movies.

One thing led to another and soon you found yourself dating, Osamu didn't realise how cute you were in real life until you moved in together. He remembered how shocked he was when you bought matching Pikachu onesies to wear and would take lots of selfies with him. His phone was full of cute pictures that he got during the day with little messages and lovey dovey quotes. The apartment was full of couple things like matching slippers and the progression of your relationship through little mementos strewn across the wall.

You would spend any spare time you had at his shop helping him, or trying to as you seemed to get distracted by how pretty your boyfriend was. Or you would come behind him and attach yourself in a backhug, Osamu wouldn't be able to get much done with a limpet attached so you compromised on a only doing that when he had a break.

What started as a fascination ended up being one of the biggest surprises of his life and he couldn't imagine his life without you in it.

#haikyui x reader #osamu x reader #osamu miya #haikyuu request #haikyuu fluff #kuroo x reader #bokuto x reader #kuroo x y/n #bokuto x y/n #osamu x y/n #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcannons #haikyuu fanfiction #kuroo tetsuro hcs #kuroo tetsuro #bokuto kotaro

[titan-fodder]

Overwhelming Pt. 2

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Rating: explicit; mdni

Pairing: Tsukishima, Kuroo x Reader

wc: ~8k

Warnings: nerdiness, ACNH references, kind of exhibitionism, explicit sexual content, BDSM dynamics, use of "sir" and "daddy", degradation & humiliation, ben-wa balls, rough sex, use of stoplight system, drops, aftercare

A/N: again, unedited since the before time, but it should still read fine.

The ceiling above is high and domed, made of windows to let in warm sunlight perfect for the butterfly exhibit you find yourself in. It's a little muggy, the endless greenery that surrounds you covered in droplets, but you don't mind, not when everywhere you look you see beautiful monarchs, their orange wings stark against the leaves.

"God, there's so many," you breathe in awe, leaning over the railing of the platform you're standing on. You must push a little too far forward for Tsukishima's liking because he reaches out and takes hold of the back of your shirt, tugs you back gently as he mutters something about you falling over and landing in a pile of broken bones on the ground and what the fuck would I tell your parents?

"Dude, you're such a grandma, worrying about shit like that," Kuroo speaks easily, batting Tsukishima's hand away and taking up the space just behind you, chest against your back as he grabs both of your arms and raises them like wings.

"I'm flying, Jack!" You giggle, leaning over again and making the tall blond curse and look away. The laughing stops when you start to lose your balance and let out a short squeal, teetering forward until Kuroo takes a step back and tugs you with him.

"Done being stupid?" Tsukishima asks, squinting at you from behind his glasses. Heart beating a little too fast in your chest you show a sheepish smile and nod. "Good. I'd like to go to the—"

"To the dinosaur exhibit. We know," Kuroo groans, grabbing your hand as he begins to walk down the stairs. You gallop beside him, Tsukishima floating behind you both as you get back to the ground level.

A flurry of orange spirals up toward the ceiling, making you gasp and laugh, a hand to your mouth as you watch the pretty insects in wonder.

Kuroo chuckles, squeezes your fingers wrapped in his, then tells you, "You're so cute."

When you glance up at him, he's watching you with a very fond expression, his usual lopsided smile a little smaller, more thoughtful than sly. Your belly flips at it, and you look to Tsukishima as if that will help get rid of the sensation.

His expression is also alarmingly soft, but you only see if for a split second before he's rolling his eyes and stating, "Let's go. I'm starting to sweat."

The air conditioning in the main building hits you like a wall and makes you shiver. Out of the corner of your eye, you see both the men flanking you start to shrug out of their jackets. It makes you snicker, untie the sweater around your waist and dangle it in front of all of you.

"The chivalry is super cute, but I'm good, guys."

It's been a couple weeks since your little excursion with the four men, and in the time since, you've begun hanging out with them more often. It's been tame so far, kisses from Bokuto here and there, cuddling with Kuroo during movies, tangled up while napping with Akaashi on rainy days, and of course, a few familiar make-outs with Tsukishima.

It's strange getting used to, almost feels like you're dating all of them, but it's just casual, and it's working.

Today is the first day you've actually been out out with a couple of them, Kuroo suggesting he take you to the science museum and gaining Tsukishima's attention immediately. You don't mind the extra company, but Kuroo may have pouted for a few minutes afterward.

But so far, you've had a great time! Kuroo has kept a smile on his face since walking through the huge glass doors, and Tsukishima, despite his endless sarcasm and knit-picking, is in a giddy mood (as giddy as he can get, anyway).

He tries to keep a straight face as you all step into the dinosaur room, but you can see a new twinkle in his light eyes, the way his lips twitch upward. It's very cute, and you can't help but grin broadly and grab his hand to give it a squeeze.

The next half hour is spent walking around the dim room, the model skeletons lit up from below and casting massive shadows on the walls and ceilings. Tsukki is a vault of knowledge, gesturing to every display and spouting off too many facts to keep track of.

You're able to impress him once as you point wildly to a winged creature and bounce on the balls of your feet. "Oh, that's a Quetzalcoatlus!"

"Um, yeah, it is."

"Did you know, it didn't just fly? It also walked on all fours—this illustrious sky-god scrabbling on the ground like a beetle—"

He blinks at you, eyebrows high in surprise, and you beam up at him, warm with satisfaction until…

Kuroo busts out laughing, clutches his stomach and gasps out, "Don't look—don't look so impressed, Tsukki. She got that from fucking Animal Crossing. Word for word!"

You glare, playfully slap his bicep with the back of your hand. "This exposure is disrespectful. Let me feel smart around him for once."

Tsukishima shakes his head, and you're taken aback when he starts chuckling quietly, then louder and louder until he's doubled over and bracing himself on his knees.

"Animal Crossing? For real?"

"Hey, Blathers has taught me a lot about fossils, okay? Hop off."

"No, no, it's hilarious but also—" he has to catch his breath, takes his glasses off to wipe at his eyes. "It's adorable that you remembered."

You purse your lips in a pout, gaze narrowed as you look between the two men. Your face is flushed, embarrassed at being called out like that, but at least it's entertaining to them.

"Kuroo, how do you know it's from Animal Crossing?"

"I've watched Kenma play a lot. Duh."

"What, you just read over his shoulder?" Tsukki asks with a dangerous smirk. His cheeks are also red from amusement, but he still sniffs haughtily as he throws an arm over your shoulders.

"Maybe," Kuroo tells him confidently. "We're close, okay?"

"Mhm. I bet you are." Tsukki leans down to talk in your ear, keeping eye contact with the brunet as he speaks, "Remember when I mentioned bringing Kenma into our little adventure?" You chuckle through your nose and nod. "I figured it'd be because you would want another to join, but now that I think about it, it might be because Kuroo wants to watch his best friend fuck you."

"Stop talking about me!" Kuroo whines, throwing his head back very dramatically. You move to slink away from Tsukishima to offer your condolences, but the lanky blond just pulls you closer to him.

Your head bumps against his sternum, and you grab his soft shirt to steady yourself, but your knees almost end up buckling anyway when Tsukishima continues to whisper to you. "You'd like that, though, wouldn't you?"

"I wouldn't even know what to do. I only have two hands, asshole."

"You could probably fit two dicks in your slutty pus—"

"Are we really talking about this right now?" You cut him off, hoping your curt tone is enough to hide your growing interest because honestly, even though you're not exactly thrilled at the idea of adding a sixth to the mix, Tsukishima talking to you like this always gets you hot and bothered.

"Aw, does it make you uncomfortable?" He teases in a quiet sing-song voice.

You roll your eyes. "Later. We'll talk about this later. Horny little shit."

"Are you guys done?" Kuroo huffs, and when you look at him, you see his arms crossed over his chest, a put-out expression on his handsome face.

Tsukki smiles lazily. "Why? Feeling left out?"

"Just wanna go to the planetarium is all."

"Nerd."

"Wha—We just spent the last however long listening to you go on about fucking dinosaurs, and you're calling me a nerd? At least space is cool! Dinosaurs are just reptiles that got too big!"

"Everything was bigger in prehistoric times, moron."

"Because of, like, oxygen or something, right?" You ask.

Tsukishima makes a non-committal noise as he begins walking toward the exit, goes on a spiel about well, experts used to think that was the reason, but that theory has been disproven, and yada yada.

Kuroo raises his hands to his face and groans into them, mumbles a muffled, "Never coming to the museum with you ever again."

The next showing in the planetarium isn’t for another fifteen minutes, so the three of you mill around the first floor of the museum, looking at various models until Tsukishima’s watch beeps to signal the time. You file into the dim theater, walk through aisles of seats until you get to three that are directly in the center, then situate yourself between the two men. There aren’t many other people—a couple in the front row, some a few rows back and off to the side. It’s a weekday, so the museum isn’t exactly bustling.

The film is about the Big Bang. Being that you went over the subject in all twelve years of public school, you’re not all that interested in the narration, but the lights up on the domed ceiling are nice to look at, even more so when everything else goes dark. On your right, Tsukishima nudges you, and you glance over to find him extending a hand, white Airpod in his palm—an offering. You grin and take it, situate it in the ear it’s meant for, then grin when you see Tsukki fit the other bud in his own. As the deep voiced speaker begins, Tsukishima taps his phone a couple times, and then Daft Punk begins playing between the two of you.

On your other side, Kuroo is staring up at the projected universe with a wondrous smile on his face, seems completely oblivious to you, but when you grab his hand and give it a squeeze, he squeezes back, grin somehow widening. He’s so god damned cute, it hurts.

Like that, you get comfortable, fingers wrapped in Kuroo’s, your head on Tsukishima’s shoulder, the futuristic sounds of Random Access Memories flooding your head as you watch the show above.

In the near pitch-black theater, it does not take long for something inappropriate to happen. No, not with these two around. Eventually, Kuroo lets go of your hand in favor of resting his on your thigh, his calloused palm on the bare skin just under the hem of your shorts. The warmth immediately makes you break out in goosebumps, your neck flushing when he grips your flesh lightly. You cut your eyes at him, not that he sees, because really? Is he really about to get you riled up in the science museum?

His pinky slips under the material, the pad of his finger gently stroking soft skin. You straighten, look at Tsukishima for help, but he just stares at you, blinks owlishly, then shows the tiniest of smirks. The blond settles a hand on the knee closest to him, and you feel him easily pull it closer to him, effectively spreading your legs further apart, and oh, that tiny action—you are wet.

You glance between the men in the dark, and Kuroo finally spares you a look. You can see the glimmer of his white teeth even in the dark, though they get partially obscured by the finger he raises to his lips. Be quiet.

You start to shake your head. No, absolutely not. It’s not that you’re opposed to fooling around with Kuroo—both Kuroo and Tsukki, for that matter—but not here. Not when this Morgan Freeman imposter is narrating the history of the universe.

Then Kuroo’s hand is gliding further up your thigh, his pinky brushing over your clothed pussy, and rational thought sort of flies out the window. You bite your lip, try to relax in the plush chair, but it’s hard to when you hear Kuroo inhale sharply, probably when he realizes you’re already soaking through your panties, and wow, that’s pretty embarrassing.

You just can’t help it. You’re with two of the most attractive people you know, one with a possessive grip on you as he makes sure you’re spread open, the other rubbing over your most intimate of places. Pretty much as soon as Kuroo put his hand on you, you were done for.

A whispered, “Fuck,” falls from his mouth, and suddenly, with a twisted forearm, he uses deft fingers to pull your underwear to the side in order to run a digit up and down your slit. The coordination is honestly impressive, like the pervert has done this before or something, but then you remember his hands—the control he has of them—and you fight back a whimper.

He does his best to slip one of his finger inside of you, testing the angle and teasing that first ring of muscle, but he apparently deems it unfit because he pulls his hand back. You nearly whine at the loss then remind yourself that you’re in public and you definitely should not want him to continue. Still, the relief is palpable when Kuroo goes for a different approach, sliding his large hand past the elastic waistband of your pull-on shorts. You raise your hips at the touch, hear Tsukki chuckle quietly next to you and move to slap his arm only to stop short and dig your nails into his arm when Kuroo plunges what feels like his middle finger into your wet cunt.

Tsukishima takes hold of your leg again, and you let your head loll back against the chair, staring up at the moving lights on the ceiling with glazed-over eyes. Music is still sounding in your ear, synthesized and epic, and like that, Kuroo fingers you, grinning as you huff and buck against his hand. You should be paranoid—scared of cameras or security guards or something—but you can’t be, especially not with Tsukishima subtly glancing around the theater, no doubt checking to make sure no one knows what he and Kuroo are doing to you.

Your breath is coming in short gasps, and maybe it’s the knowing, condescending smirk on Tsukishima’s face that you can just barely see, or maybe it’s that Kuroo is that good with his fingers, rubbing your g-spot incessantly, or maybe it’s the sense of taboo you’re feeling, but you’re already getting close to your climax. You can feel the tension between your hips, heat pooling deep in your belly, and you’ve got Tsukki’s arm in a vice grip, your jaw dropping as you tense, and then—

“Kuroo,” Tsukishima whispers harshly. “Not yet.”

That’s all it takes. Those three god damned words, and the brunet his pulling his hand back. You could cry, a tiny, broken noise creeping up your throat as you turn and glare daggers at Tsukishima. You should have known. You should have fucking known with him. Of course, he wouldn’t let you get off here, not where he can’t see you properly.

Your pussy is pulsing around nothing, throbbing at having been so close to orgasm and it being taken away cruelly. Fucking sadists, both of them.

The show drags on after that, and you spend most of it fidgeting, huffing every few moments to show your annoyance. The men ignore you, simply gazing upward. There’s a single instance of one of them being fazed—Tsukishima—when you land a sideways kick to his ankle. He turns to look at you, and you think his eyes are narrowed but can’t quite tell. Then you feel him lean over, speak low in your ear, “Keep being a brat, and we won’t let you finish at all today.”

You swallow audibly, nod your head because you can feel the energy radiating from him, potent and dangerous and dominant.

“Okay, sorry,” you whisper back.

Fingers are gripping your chin and he hisses, “Sorry what?”

“Sir. Sorry, sir.”

He hums in approval, pecks your lips, then leans back in his chair.

Fuck, you’re in for it. Anticipation makes you jittery. You throw on leg over the other in an attempt to hide your wet arousal, foot bouncing as you wait until finally, finally the show is over. You’re the first to stand when the room begins to brighten again but wince and sit back down quickly, face heating horribly.

“What?” Kuroo asks with a raised eyebrow.

You suck on your cheek, look at him sheepishly before your eyes moves to Tsukishima who laughs through his nose. God, he’s such a shit.

“Legs too weak to stand on, or—”

“You know what it is,” you tell him in a near growl. Because he does. He knows how wet you get, knows how you sometimes drip all over yourself and whatever is beneath you. If you were to stay standing for even a couple minutes, you would more than likely have slick running down your thighs for everyone to see.

“Don’t want to embarrass yourself, huh? Funny, not long ago, you were pretty desperate to cum in front of everyone in this—”

“Tsukki,” you plead, look up at him with big eyes. “Just give me a piggy-back ride or something. Please.”

He gestures to Kuroo who’s beginning to catch on. “Make him do it. I don’t want you soaking the back of my shirt. It’s his fault, anyway.”

Shrugging, Kuroo extends a hand to you, nods to the aisle that you quickly prance to, then lowers himself in a crouch so that you can get on his back. “Thank you,” you say, burying your face in his shoulder as he hoists you up.

Tsukishima scoffs behind you both, but you still feel his hands on your waist as he slips them between you and Kuroo, tying his hoodie around you to hide whatever mess you’ve made of your shorts.

“So god damn messy,” he grumbles, but there’s a hint of satisfaction in his tone.

The three of you make your way out of the theater and through the main lobby, heading for the huge glass doors at the front. Thank god. You’re so pent up at this point, ready to get back to someone’s apartment, you don’t even care whose, so that you can take care of the throbbing between your legs.

The parking garage is just around the corner, and when you get to Tsukishima’s car, Kuroo deposits you in the back, winks, then slides into the front passenger seat. You’re not very happy with it, would much rather have spent the ride back home making out with him, but you know Tsukki wouldn’t have liked that. I’m not some kind of chauffer, he would have complained. You can just hear it.

You have the idea and impulse to just touch yourself right there in the car. It’s not like they haven’t seen you in more compromising positions, but the blond’s amber eyes meeting yours in the rearview mirror is enough to make you reconsider. You’re desperate, but you know if you act up any further, you won’t get what you want in the long run.

And what you want in the long run is to get fucked.

So, with a sigh, you set your jaw and sink into your chair, shutting your eyes as you try to relax. It doesn’t really help, but the sign of obedience works in your favor because as soon as the three of you are in Tsukishima’s apartment, you’re up against the door, Tsukki pushing your frame against the wood and grinding his hips against your stomach as he stoops to kiss you roughly. You mewl into his mouth, raising on your tiptoes to better meet him.

“Mm, did we get you all hot and bothered?” He asks mockingly. “You liked being fingered in public like that?”

You nod against him, murmur a frankly pathetic, “Yes, sir,” and gladly accept another kiss, opening your mouth when Tsukishima runs his tongue over your lips.

Kuroo is sitting on the arm of the couch a few feet away, watching intently, and you try to reach for him only for Tsukki to grab your wrist and pin your arm back to your side. He sucks on your lower lip as he pulls back, levels a piercing gaze at you and tells you, “Go get ready in the bedroom. I’ll go over things with Kuroo. Think about what he is to you when you’re in the scene. Understand?”

You nod, and he brushes hair out of your wide eyes. “Good girl.”

Somehow, you manage to get to Tsukishima’s bedroom on wobbly legs, heart pounding in your chest with excitement as your mind races with ideas. You hadn’t expected this when you agreed to join in on the museum date, though you had a feeling some fooling around would take place when everything was said and done. Still, this is… Well, it’s something you’ve only ever done with Tsukki.

So, what do you want Kuroo to be? Who do you want him to be?

He’s strong. Reliable. Had no problem in caring for you after the last time, though that was a little different. Still, once Tsukki explains the dynamics of this, you know he’ll be attentive to you and your needs.

You nod to yourself when you come to your decision then strip out of your clothes, fold them neatly and put them in the chair in the corner of the room. Taking a deep breath, you walk over to the tall bed and lower yourself at the foot of it, the floor hard beneath your knees as you place your hands on your thighs, bow your head, and wait.

BDSM is something you and Tsukishima have experimented with on a few occasions. You’ve both enjoyed it, but it takes a lot out of each of you. The aftermath is typically the softest you ever get with one another, hours spent wrapped up in bed together. You crave physical affection after a scene, something Tsukishima has learned to provide out of necessity.

And, then a few days pass, and you’re both back to teasing and being at each other’s throats. It’s an enjoyable cycle, littered with other, less intense bouts of sex.

Footsteps meet your ears, and you steady your breathing, inhaling and exhaling through puckered lips until there’s a hand on the back of your head. “We’re going to do a lighter scene today, okay?” Tsukishima is using his soft voice, but you know that will change soon. “Don’t want to scare Kuroo too badly, do we?”

You shake your head. “No, sir.”

“I explained your limits, the stoplight system, and reminded him about aftercare. Is there anything else you can think of that he needs to know?”

You swallow audibly, shake your head again and repeat, “No, sir.”

“Look at me,” he commands, the hand in your hair gently guiding you to stare up at him. “Are you sure you’re fine with this?”

Showing a soft smile, you nod.

“Good. Let’s get started then.”

Fingers curl around the back of your neck and force your head back downward, gaze trained on the floor once again. You hear the sounds of stripping—the rustle of shirts and pants, the clinking of belt buckles, and finally, the little echo of plastic against plastic, Tsukishima taking off his glasses, a strange little sign that he’s fully immersed now.

“On the bed.”

You scramble up, moving to get on hands and knees but stop short when Tsukishima corrects you, “No, lay on your back with your head hanging off.”

Feeling your eyes cloud over, you do as you’re told, already know what plans he has for you. Tsukishima bends down, reaches under his bed and procures a familiar black rope, braided but still almost silken in the way it feels on your skin. “I’m just binding your hands today. Should be enough.” He glances over his shoulder to Kuroo, nods down at you and asks, “Do you want to watch me tie them? There’s a few ways to do it to ensure she doesn’t lose circulation.”

“I will if you stop talking like a fucking professor or some shit.”

You snort but quickly bite both of your lips when light brown eyes glare down at you. “Do you have something to say, slut?”

You shake your head quickly in response.

“Jesus Christ. You really get off on him talking to you like that?” Kuroo questions, stepping forward and peering at you with a cocked head.

He’s so attractive, tan skin taut over muscle, his ridiculous hair sticking up in every direction in such a sexy, careless way, and his eyes, the way they’re raking over your naked body. It makes you blush and look away to the other man hovering over you.

He mistakes the bashful look for you asking his permission, which you do need, you remember. “Go ahead and answer,” Tsukishima sighs, then adds, “Hands.”

You lift them dutifully, wrists together for him to restrain. As he does, you tell Kuroo, “I really do. It works for both of us since he’s such a sadist.”

“So, that makes you, what, a masochist?”

“Clever boy,” Tsukki chuckles.

“He told me we won’t be doing anything too serious today, but impact play is something we’re both into.”

“Yeah? What else?”

Tsukki nods again when you glance up at him, so you continue. “Um, edging, overstimulation. It gets really intense when I’m, like, fully bound.” Biting your lip, you try to remember what else you’ve done during scenes, but it’s hard to think with Tsukishima’s cock bobbing dangerously close to your face, half hard and twitching when you lurch upward to lick his head.

He tsks you, steps back so that he’s just out of reach as he finishes up with the special knot. “I didn’t say you could touch me.”

You pout. “But it’s right there, sir.” It’s hard not to smirk when you see him twitch again. He really does enjoy the power dynamic that comes with this.

“Doesn’t matter. I expect you to exercise at least some self-control.” He lets your hands fall back to your body, fists resting against your stomach. Then, he picks up with Kuroo where you left off, sounding bored as he lists, “Sensory deprivation, light pain play, Wartenberg wheels, stuff like that.”

“Warten-what what?” Kuroo sputters.

“Like pinwheels,” you explain. “Sharp little… Just show him, Tsu—Sir.”

“Oh, are you telling me what to do now?”

“Fuck,” you cringe. “No, I’m sorry.”

He shows a smug smile, idly flicks one of your nipples so that you arch off the bed, then kneels down to reach under his bed again. This time, he comes back with a small tub, and when he opens it you hear Kuroo exhale and curse to himself.

“This is a Wartenberg wheel,” Tsukishima says, and you see him lift the slightly frightening toy up in show.

Kuroo nods then zeroes in on something else. “Is that—Is that a fucking whip?”

“Yep. A whip, some paddles, let’s see…” You hear Tsukishima rifling and muttering to himself, a little “Oh, need those,” before he drapes something cold over your chest—nipple clamps. You shiver under the light chain, that pulse between your legs intensifying. “More rope, ball gag, couple different vibrators.”

“What are those silver balls in the corner there?”

“These?” Tsukishima grabs them, and even with your head hanging almost upside-down, you see how devious his smile is. “These are Ben Wa balls.” Kuroo must give him a questioning look because Tsukishima elaborates—what they’re for, how they work, then looks down at you as he rolls the balls in his hand, voice taking on a sardonic tone when he adds, “It’s also fun to watch the way her greedy little hole just sucks them right in.”

You let out a whimper-like sound, your pussy clenching around nothing just at the thought, and your stomach flips when Tsukishima asks the other man, “Wanna see?” The brunet nods, and Tsukki stands again, tells him he needs to wash them off to be safe, then asks if you’ll be okay being left alone with Kuroo for a few seconds.

At your confirmation, Tsukishima steps out, and you’re left to blink up at Kuroo who’s looking at you like you’re something to eat. Your breath stutters in your chest, and you wriggle on the bed in an attempt to get some kind of friction, but it’s no use.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he murmurs. “Squirming around all desperate.” His eyes look darker than usual, hooded as if he’s intoxicated. Taking a few steps forward, he crouches down in front of you, trails teasing fingers over your shoulders, your neck, your collarbones. You shudder, open your mouth to whine, but he catches you in a kiss, and that whine turns to a moan. The position is slightly awkward, but you’re too horny to care, just work your core muscles as you try to sit up closer to him.

Kuroo rumbles out a deep laugh as he pulls back with a smack. “Did you think of what you wanna call me? Obviously ‘Sir’ belongs to four-eyes, but…”

“I was thinking, um…” You clear your throat, averting your eyes for a moment. “Maybe ‘daddy’, if you’re comfortable—”

“Fuck yes, I’m comfortable with it, good god.”

His kiss is harsher this time, all tongue and teeth as he groans into your mouth. You feel a hand at your side, and it seems he’s about to get you to flip over to better access your body, but then Tsukishima is walking back in with a scoff. “Figures.”

He walks around his bed so that he’s at your feet, then taps your calves to get you to spread your legs. You look down at him as you do, a thrill running down your spine when you see him lick his lips. “Here I was thinking I’d need to open you up more, but… Looks like you’ll be able to take them without a problem even now.” Kuroo leaves you to join Tsukishima, studies your dripping cunt and the way it opens up only to tighten once again.

“Well, just to be on the safe side…” One of Tsukishima’s impossibly long fingers drags over your folds until he dips it into your hole. You mewl as he thrusts in and out, growing hot at his unimpressed voice when he muses, “Yeah, just as I thought. Already wet like the little slut you are.”

You clench as he adds another finger, though he doesn’t slow his pace, just starts tapping your g-spot until you’re swearing and bucking with each touch. You’re so ready. So ready. For both of them.

But, you know this is just the beginning.

Tsukishima withdraws, and after a couple seconds, you feel the slightly chilled steel against your lips. He plays with you for a moment, dipping the metal into your wetness as he massages your clit with his thumb, and then he’s pushing the ball past the clamping muscle until, just as he said, your pussy sucks it in the rest of the way.

You let out a groan at the same time Kuroo does, able to feel the new pressure settle in your pelvis. The second ball is passed off, and Tsukishima tilts his head as he watches while his friend slowly pushes it inside of you. You open up for it just like you did for the first and whimper as it’s nestled within your walls.

“Usually, I make her walk around with them, see how long she can keep them in, but…” He grabs you by the ankle and rocks you gently on his mattress, the motion making the balls shift, the weighted one knocking into the hollow, and you suck your teeth as you try to stay tight around them. The little vibrations feel nice, though, make you moan and arch, and you can already feel yourself opening up, god dammit.

“But what?” Kuroo asks, gaze still trained on your clenching pussy.

Tsukishima sighs in a disinterested way, licks the tips of his middle and ring fingers, then brings them to your clit and begins massaging it perfectly.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, sir!”

“Ah, ah, ah, better keep ‘em in,” he teases knowingly.

“I—” you huff, squirm under his ministrations. “You know I can’t. Not when you do that—oh, god.”

“No? That’s a shame. I don’t know if you even deserve to get off if you can’t do such a simple thing.”

You grit your teeth, manage out a stiff, “You’re doing this—ah—on purpose.”

Tsukishima rolls his eyes. “Obviously.”

With him pinching your clit between two fingers, you open further, feel one of the Ben Wa balls at your entrance, pushing against it from the inside until—

“Oh, fuck, that’s hot.”

It falls from you and onto the mattress between your legs, no doubt covered with your cream. “Get the other one out by yourself in less than thirty seconds, and I’ll consider letting you cum today.”

You move quickly, hands still tied as you sit up on your knees and bear down, willing the second, lighter ball to ease its way out of you. Tsukishima, bastard that he is, starts counting down which does nothing to relax your muscles. He gets all the way down to ‘seven’ before you finally push it from your cunt, sigh in relief then stare at him with wide, imploring eyes.

“Always seeking approval,” he smirks and shakes his head. Still, despite the mockery in his tone, he runs the back of his hand over your warm cheek, trailing downward until he wraps his fingers around your throat. You swallow beneath his palm, drunk off the way he’s surveying you as he speaks. “Do you know what happens next?”

“No, sir.”

“Next—” he reaches down to pick up the clamps that fell from you when you sat up. “—Kuroo is going to put these on you so that he can get used to the way you whine like the little pain slut you are.” You nod. “Then, we’re going to fuck you from both ends until you can’t remember your own name. Understand?”

You let out a breathy, “Yes, sir,” and Tsukishima rounds the bed again, reaches over you to hand off the clamps. “On your back again.”

You obey, hanging your head over the edge of the mattress as Kuroo stares at the clamps for a moment, seemingly working himself up to the task at hand, then slowly moves to straddle you without putting his full weight on your hips.

“Uh, color?” He asks, and you smile at how hard he’s trying in the face of how unsure he is.

“Green, daddy.”

Shivering lightly, Kuroo all but purrs, “I really do like that,” while playing with your nipples until they’re both pebbled. “Gonna sound even better when you’re screaming it.”

You giggle, though it’s cut off when Kuroo adjusts the clamps on your nipples. Just as Tsukki had said, you release a high-pitched cry at the sensation, breathe through your teeth as you get used to it. “So pretty,” Kuroo tells you, giving a light tug to the chain that connects the clamps.

“Fuck.”

Kuroo dismounts just as Tsukishima pats your cheek affectionately, drags his fingers to your mouth and shoves two of them inside of it. He makes sure to stroke the back of your tongue, causing saliva to pool around his digits, and like that, you’re on another plane.

Your chest is already sore from the clamps. Your pussy is throbbing with want. And, your mouth is ready and watering.

“Good. Get sloppy for me,” Tsukki utters, not breaking eye contact with you as he tells Kuroo, “Start fucking her whenever you’re ready. I guess she’s earned it.”

“We did tease the hell out of her in the planetarium.”

“Yeah, we really did. Poor little girl.”

You moan and choke around his fingers, tears already forming in your eyes, and Tsukishima grins. “Oh, don’t start crying. I’ve barely gotten started.”

He isn’t kidding. You know by the way he leaves your mouth and grabs his hard cock with his spit-coated hand. Are you ready for me to fuck your throat?”

You open your mouth widely in response, a noise of surprise ringing through the room when Kuroo suddenly sheathes himself inside of you.

“Oh, fuck, daddy, oh my go—”

Tsukishima grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head down toward the floor, eliciting a pained groan from you that’s quickly muffled by his dick sliding into your mouth. Your eyes immediately roll into the back of your head as you gurgle around his length, slowly but surely pushing further inside. This is exactly why he wanted you lying on his bed like this. The frame, on stilts, leaves you at a perfect height for both his and Kuroo’s hips, and with your jaw hanging open and your legs spread widely, you’re a perfect little fuck-doll for the both of them.

Kuroo doesn’t give you any time to adjust to his girth, just sets up a relentless pace that has you moaning around Tsukki’s cock.

The blond hisses, tries to stifle a grunt but loses his composure just a bit when he brushes fingers over your neck, over the bulge in your throat.

“God dammit, you’re so fucking dirty. I can’t believe you can just—shi—take us like this. You were made to be fucked like this, you know that?”

Another gargled noise followed by a deep, wet breath when Tsukki pulls out. Your chest heaves, and you cough a couple times, as you bounce in time with Kuroo’s hard thrusts. Your body is singing with stimulation, buzzing like an exposed nerve as you curl all your fingers and toes as if it will help with the overwhelming sensation.

Tsukishima slaps your cheek with his cockhead, a silent demand for you to open your mouth again, and you do, shoulders tensing when he slides back in. Tears are actively spilling down the sides of your face, falling into your sure-to-be wild hair. You can feel thick spit and mucus starting to coat your nose and chin, but still, you take it, body bending as Kuroo settles one knee on the bed and fucks into you at a new angle that causes his tip to brush your g-spot with every stroke.

Your walls flutter around him, greedy for anything he’ll give you because it feels like you’ve waited forever. You’ve jumped through all of Tsukishima’s stupid hoops, and you’ve earned this.

Tsukki fucks your throat slowly, like he has all the time in the world, and you have to raise your hands to tap him when you feel your brain get foggy with lack of oxygen. He steps back, lets you catch your breath and scream for Kuroo the way he wants you to—“Oh, mygod, fuck, daddy!”

“That’s right, baby girl. Say it again,” Kuroo growls, hips snapping against the backs of your thighs as he throws both your legs over one shoulder and sets a new pace. “Who’s fucking you?”

“Y-you are—”

“Who is?”

“Daddy is!”

Reaching forward, Kuroo takes hold of the chain resting on your chest, gives it a few tugs, each one harder than the last until you’re just whining continuously. Tsukishima takes your mouth being open as an invitation to slip back into the heat of it, pushing in until he’s nestled deep in your throat once again.

You heave when you try to swallow around him, body shaking as you sob with both discomfort and immense pleasure. They’re using you exactly how they want to, like you’re only good for one thing, and it turns you on to no end.

“If you think your crying is going to get me to stop, you’re wrong. Feels too good when you moan around my cock like that.”

Gagging almost violently, you try to sniff back tears and snot but can’t. It’s hard to focus on anything at all and impossible to fucking breathe, and you can feel yourself getting dizzy again, but it’s different this time—like a calmness ebbing into your brain. You almost don’t even make out what Tsukishima says next, but you’re just coherent enough.

“I think I might just cum all over your face today—make you a mess and just leave you for Kuroo to clean…”

A deep panic pulls you straight out of whatever space you were drifting off to, and you raise your arms again to tap madly at Tsukishima’s stomach. When he pulls back, you shout a breathless, “Yellow, yellow!”

Tsukishima steps away, eyes meeting Kuroo’s as he commands, “Stop.”

The other man immediately pulls out of you, leaving you empty and shivering on the bed. You sniffle and do your best to wipe your face with your bound hands. Tsukishima kneels down in front of you, brow pinched in worry. “What is it? Are we being too rough?”

You shake your head, feel your chest spasming with more held back cries that are coming out of nowhere, but fuck, your heart is beating so fast, and your stomach is in knots, and it’s embarrassing, but you have to tell him, “N-no, don’t—you said you would leave, and I—”

“Fuck,” Tsukki sighs then brings a hand to the back of your neck to help guide you into a sitting position. You get on your knees and face the blond, face hot with shame because you’ve never had to do this before. Yes, you’ve had to tell Tsukishima to slow down, to give you a minute to catch your breath, but this… You didn’t know this was one of your limits.

Worst of all, you’re losing it in front of not just Tsukki but also Kuroo.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—I was just being a dick. I’m not going anywhere, okay?” You nod, bite your lip to fight the whimpers clawing at your sore throat. “Can I touch you?”

“Y-yeah. Yes, sir.”

“No, you don’t have to…” He uses his thumbs to wipe under your eyes then leans forward to rest his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry.”

You can feel eyes on you, know Kuroo is watching the scene unfold in confusion and possibly fear. Yet, his voice sounds very firm when he asks, “What can I do? Do I need to go get anything? Water or something?”

Tsukishima nods. “Yeah, that should help some.” Some but probably not enough considering you’re hiccupping now, completely addled and out of sorts as you shake against him.

Kuroo walks out with a nod but not before grabbing the box of tissues off Tsukishima’s desk and placing it closer to you on the bed. It’s a very kind and simple gesture, and it makes you cry even harder.

Left alone, Tsukishima nuzzles into the side of your neck, murmurs against your goosebump covered skin, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

“It—it’s okay. Just don’t l-leave.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

Despite having only used ‘yellow’, Tsukishima calls the rest of the scene off which has also never happened before. Kuroo is, once again, painfully kind and understanding, assuring you that he’s not upset at not getting off.

“I’m a grown ass man, babe. I can keep my dick in my pants when I need to.” You’re very glad that he agrees to stay, pulling on his boxers and announcing to Tsukki, “I’m gonna raid your pantry and see if I can make tea or coffee or some shit. You cool with that?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Second shelf from the top. Should be on your right.” Tsukishima’s voice sounds far away even though he’s right in front of you, and through your tears, you have the thought that you might not be the only one experiencing a drop from this scene.

You pull on one of his shirts and a clean pair of panties you keep over at his apartment, wait for him to slip his underwear back on before you latch onto him.

“’m sorry for ruining it.”

“You didn’t ruin it,” Tsukki says, looping one arm around your waist as his other cradles your back, hand coming to rest on the crown of your head as you lay your cheek against his chest. “It was my fault. I wasn’t thinking—”

“I didn’t tell you. I mean… I didn’t know that would make me… react the way I did.” Then you pull back and peer up at him, make sure you sound very confident when you tell him, “You’re a good dom, okay? Please don’t think otherwise because of this.”

Tsukishima makes a face and looks away which is enough to prove that you hit the nail on the head. He feels responsible.

“I’ve been pushing you. First with the others, now this. I shouldn’t have even brought Kuroo into this today, shouldn’t have just sprung it on you. He’s still too—”

“Hey, Tsukki—”

“Unfamiliar, and you didn’t even technically fuck him last time—”

“Tsukki—”

“It was dumb of me to assume you would be comfortable with this—”

“Kei!”

He stops and blinks at you. “What?”

You sniff, wipe the bottom of your nose with the back of your hand, then show a watery smile. “I adore Kuroo. He was super nice last time. I bet he will be this time too. Also, I had a really good time with you guys today. Of course I was ready to fuck both of you.”

“There’s a difference between fucking someone and doing a scene with them. You know this. There’s a different vuln—”

“Vulnerability. I know. But, you were here, and…” You suck on your front teeth, narrow your eyes into a playful squint as you tell him, “And, I know you’ll take care of me. Whether it’s just us two or with more people.”

Tsukishima’s eyebrows raise on his forehead, and you see a tiny twitch of his lips, a light shine glimmering in his eyes once again. “Getting pretty sappy. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you liked me.”

You snort. “Don’t flatter yourself. You’re just witty and good with your dick. That doesn’t mean I like you.”

“Whatever.” He grabs your hand, begins leading you out of the room. “Keep telling yourself that while we cuddle on my couch.”

It’s much like that previous time, the three of you sitting close as you watch TV—The Office this time because it requires no brain power since you know the series like the back of your hand. You sip on the hot tea Kuroo made, head on his shoulder with his arm draped over your shoulders. One of your legs is thrown over both of Tsukishima’s, and he absentmindedly rubs comforting circles on your thigh.

You’re all quiet—processing—but it’s a comfortable sort of quiet. The tears come and go, but you don’t stop shivering for hours. Kuroo orders Pho for the three of you with the idea of it soothing you. He puts together all the bowls once the food arrives, and as Tsukki takes his and thanks the brunet, it hits you: Kuroo isn’t just caring for you; he’s caring for Tsukishima too.

Turns out good looks and dumb science jokes aren’t the only thing Kuroo has up his sleeve. He’s also extremely perceptive, was able to pick up on his friend’s mood without having to be told.

Warmth blooms in your chest as you look over at him, laugh when he smiles around a mouthful of noodles.

It was a wild fucking ride of a day, but you’re glad that you spent it with these two—wouldn’t mind doing it again. You just hope next time you won’t have to stop halfway through the really good stuff.

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LOVE IS NOT FOR EVERYONE - suna x fem!reader smau

part 3: I serve for sir tsukki🥵🥵

summary: after years of not talking to each other, your childhood best friend decided to reach out again, how will everything go?

note: dark mode suna!!

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