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hyeque · 2 years

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his jersey [nsfw] [tsukishima kei]

notes: some people on the haikyuu subreddit said tsukishima probably hates his college volleyball uniform and i thought it was funny so this is the outcome of a very self-indulgent fic that i wrote

warnings: manhandling, fingering, mating press, unprotected sex, pussy eating, degradation, size kink, breeding kink, mild choking, reader has female identifying body parts

if tsukishima is being honest, he hates his college volleyball uniform.

the bright green of the jersey is too much and too flashy for the blonde’s liking, and looking at it for too long gives him a headache.

tsukishima adores you in his jersey, though.

the fabric easily engulfs your figure, and it always fascinates tsukishima how something that fitted him so well, was so big on you. it reminds him of just how big he is in compared to you, and as much as he hates to admit it, it turns him on.

hands fidgeting at his sides, his amber eyes peer at your figure from across the room. it was an abnormal day, only for the sole fact that the middle blocker didn’t have practice. he always looks forward to the intimate moments he can have with you, being able to admire your pretty figure in peace.

except for the fact that that ‘peace’ had been rudely interrupted the minute you put on his jersey. the offending fabric had slipped down your shoulder more than once, and eventually you gave up trying to fix it. tsukishima can feel his breathing hitch when he makes note that you’re not wearing a bra—at all. his eyes move down and the sight of your hard nipples peaking through the material confirm what he is afraid of.

his frustration only grows more when he realizes you don’t even know how much the smallest things can drive him crazy. it’s unfair, he thinks, as his eyes scan the bare skin of your legs as you sit on the couch curled up and fully invested in a book.

he wonders if you’re wearing any panties under the jersey, or if he could just reach under and your cunt would be there, waiting for his touch.

“oi,” he calls to you, getting your attention. you swiftly look up at him expectantly.

he blinks and scrunches his nose up in feigned distaste. “why are you wearing that?”

it takes you a minute to process what he means before it clicks. “oh? your jersey? i didn’t think you would mind, but i can take it off if you want.” you suggest.

“i didn’t say that,” he replies, clicking his tongue, “i just don’t know why you’d want to wear something so…ugly.”

“you think i look weird then?” you ask, worry in your tone. you look at the fabric before back at him.

‘crap, now she’s self conscious’ he thinks, before quickly improvising.

“i didn’t say that either,” tsukishima huffs, looking away to shield his rosy cheeks.

‘i’m such an idiot’ he scolds himself. how can he tell you that a vile piece of clothing looks amazing on you without sounding like a fool? sometimes your beauty stupefies his thoughts and he hates it.

“well you did not not say it either,” you argue, a pout forming on your face, “look if it bothers you so much, kei, i’ll change.” you get up and start for the bedroom, but the sound of his voice stops you.

“no.”

he sounds a lot closer now, and upon turning around you see your boyfriend looming over you. his large hand catches your much smaller wrist before pulling you towards him.

“‘no’?” you repeat, you eyes stuck on his chest, “well then, what do you want?” your eyes follow to look up at him through your lashes and you blink innocently.

“i think you know what i want.” he answers, grabbing you by the waist before tossing you onto the couch. you let out a small noise of surprise and feel chills down your spine as excitement courses through your veins.

tsukishima’s eyes hold a primal look of hunger but slight restraint. he knows that once he indulges in the sin that comes in the form of you, he won’t be able to stop himself. once he has a piece of you, he needs the whole damn thing.

his knee nudges between your legs and when his eyes are presented with the sight of your bare, glistening cunt, he scoffs but smirks because his prediction was correct.

“just like the whore that you are. you wanted this all along, didn’t you?” his long fingers graze your folds, his eyes flickering up to meet yours, “i could practically hear you begging from across the room to be fucked.”

“n-no! that’s not true!” you gasp, face hot with embarrassment.

“‘no’?” he leans back, “it’s not? my mistake, then.” he starts to get up but you quickly grab his wrist.

“kei, please…i want you.” your eyes hold anticipation and need as you look up at the blonde and he feels his cock twitch in his sweats. you drive him absolutely insane. “want you to fuck me so bad. i miss your cock.”

what tsukishima fails to realize is that the smallest things spur you on too. it’s only so often that you get to see your pretty boyfriend at home. you usually were sad and sometimes complained, about the small amount of time, but stop short whenever you see or think about his toned and lean figure. volleyball was worth it on your end.

your eyes drag over his chest and how form fitting his plain tee is, sleeves tight over his broad shoulders and biceps flexing periodically whenever he moves to do anything. how could something so simple be so attractive?

you squeak as he pulls you so half your body rests in his lap. his eyes scan over you and you can tell he’s contemplating. only time would tell what happens next as his brown eyes are unreadable.

“god, what am i going to do with you?” tsukishima sighs. he moves so that your legs are on either side of his waist and that he has easy access to your middle. he leans back to remove his plain tee and you can’t help but ogle his bare chest. he rolls his eyes with annoyance, but a faint blush coats his ears and neck from the attention. you know he loves it.

going to remove his jersey, you’re surprised by the look of anger on tsukishima’s face and the feeling of his fingers pinching your thigh with warning.

“don’t take it off.” he says, pushing your hands away from the hem of the jersey.

you tilt your head to the side. “i thought you said it was ugly?”

“it’s not that bad when you wear it.” he shrugs, “anything you wear you look pretty in.” he blushes harder.

“awe kei, you like me?” you pinch his cheek and laugh but are quickly interrupted by a slap to your cunt.

“shut up. it’s not like you weren’t trying to get fucked in it.” he snaps.

when you don’t deny, he takes that answer as a ‘yes’.

“yeah. that’s what i thought.” he kisses down your neck, his hands slipping under the fabric to tweak your nipples. you arch up into his touch, gasping softly. he pushes the fabric up to your collarbone before his mouth latches onto your free nipple, hands still messing with the other one. when he’s done with his assault on your chest, he moves down.

tsukishima hums with satisfaction, watching you twitch under him. “so wet down here and i haven’t even done anything yet. what a slut.” moving his fingers he slides one digit in, then two, and suddenly he’s got three inside of you. he can’t get over the sight in front of him, of your body arching up into his touch and you keening by his every command. if he could have you like this all the time, then he would.

the sound of your pussy squelching against his palm makes him even harder. he can’t wait to feel your essence drip down his cock onto his balls. your cunt can never resist him.

when you try to move your hips against his hand he pins you down to the couch. you go to complain but he shoots you a look that says ‘i dare you’ and you immediately fall silent. seeming pleased, he moves down to where his mouth can devour your cunt.

“k-kei! oh my god!” you squeal, feeling his wet cavern against you. he grunts when your hands tug on his blond locks and only moves his tongue deeper, wanting to taste every bit of you. he adds his fingers and you instantly feel winded.

“you better make a mess or i’ll force it out of you.” he warns, moving his fingers quicker. his tongue moves in the same rhythm and you squeeze your thighs tighter.

“b-but the—ahh—jersey!” you stammer.

“what—‘ahh’—about it?” he mocks, forcing his tongue deeper into you.

before you can answer know it, your high hits and your gushing all over him. you eyes roll back in you head and tsukishima watches with fascination, stroking soothing circles into your hip.

“good girl,” he praises, grinning at the wet mess that now covers his glasses. he kisses you and you reach up to steadily palm him through his sweats. he groans against your mouth, hips rocking against your hand. you feel him pulse hard and you wonder if you can get him to cum just like this.

unfortunately though, you have to remember that this is tsukishima kei you’re dating, and he catches onto your antics quickly. pulling your creeping hand away and muttering, “brat” under his breath as you pout again.

he pulls down his sweats partially, his erect dick springing out and slapping against his stomach. you feel your cunt ache at the sight of him stroking himself in front of you.

he’s leaning over you and the scent of him overwhelms your senses. wrapping your arms around him, you hug him to you. a whine escapes you at the pressure of his blunt tip pushing inside and he kisses you to calm you down.

once fully sheathed inside of you, the blonde can’t hold back. “why,” he snaps his hips back, “are you this tight. so annoying.” you feel good—too good, admittedly. he’s afraid of cumming too soon. while he won’t say it to your face, as much as you missed him, he missed you too—perhaps, he thinks, even more than you. the sweet scent of your hair, the way your nails would dig into his back. the soft praises of you telling him how full you are and how good it feels. the man is in heaven at this point.

“your pussy is just as obnoxious as this jersey,” tsukishima grunts, watching as his cock slides in right at home between your soaked folds. “always trying to get attention in the most annoying ways possible.”

you whine as your boyfriend fills you up, his fat tip nudging against your gspot repeatedly. “k-kei…”

tsukishima ignores you and rests one large hand on your throat in warning. it doesn’t take much for you to become silent. annoying him would only result in punishment and with how needy you’ve been, you didn’t want that. or did you?

he moves you so that you’re folded over, legs in either side of his shoulders. the deep angle has you crying and sobbing his name. at the sight of you creaming his cock he starts to become delirious, lost in you and focused on nothing else.

tears brim your eyes as you look up at tsukishima, the sight of his sweaty fringe and concentrated look heavenly. his glasses had long fallen off from his vigorous movements and his pretty golden eyes are clouded with lust.

“fuck…i’m gonna cum…” he moans, hands gripping your hips tighter. he doesn’t realize how possessive the sight of you in his jersey makes him, but he wants to fill you up with so much cum that the jersey isn’t the only thing pooling.

“m-me too, wanna cum with you. please, kei.” you beg, wrapping your legs around his waist tighter.

he drives into you harder at your words, obscene noises filling the air and smothering the sounds of either one of your moans.

“look so pretty like this. don’t want anyone else seeing you like this but me. got that?” his hand grips on your neck again, making you a bit lightheaded.

“uh huh.” you murmur, toes curling with bliss. at the sound of him calling you ‘beautiful’ you can’t help the strong orgasm that creeps up on you unexpectedly.

tsukishima stills his hips at the vice like feeling your cunt has on him. moving only a little more he groans loudly when he cums inside of you. his teeth bite the sensitive skin of your neck as you milk him of everything.

you both lie in silence for awhile, holding each other before his slowly pulls out of you. he apologizes and kisses your forehead at the discomfort.

“you did so good.” he kisses you again on the lips before standing up. “i’ll be back.”

“where are you going?” you cling onto his arm and the blonde nearly wants to shoot himself in the foot over how cute you look.

“i have to clean you up, dummy.” he flicks your forehead before leaving to the bathroom. it’s not long before he comes back with a warm washcloth. you watch his eyes in silence as he cleans you up and he mumbles that you better not waste a drop of him before patting your cunt.

“gosh kei, you’re so pussy whipped.” you giggle as he carries you to the bath. he tsks mumbling that it’s not his fault that you’re annoyingly addictive.

when the bath is prepared, he sits you in the tub, making sure the water is right for you before sliding in behind you. he’s gentle as he washes you and the soothing feeling nearly puts you to sleep.

“i’ll be sure to wash your jersey before you need it again.” you tell him, rubbing a hand over his shoulder.

“don’t worry, about it.” he says, squeezing your hand. “i’ll take care of it.”

call the man a pervert but he simply isn’t washing the jersey before his next game. he wants to be able to smell your scent as a way of motivation and good luck.

maybe the vision of him fucking you in his jersey embedded in his head will make the article of clothing more tolerable now.

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satorhime · 2 years

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˚‧ ✿ ♡²˖ ࣪ ་ SATORHIME'S FIC REC FRIDAY !

hi hi ⁽ ˘ ˑ ˘ ⁾ ‹𝟹 i decided to start a lil fic rec friday to highlight and boost the beautiful writing that i read on an almost daily basis. i will do my best to keep this up weekly or bi-weekly (depending on my schedule) and i hope this helps you a bit if you're wondering what juicy piece to read next. i used content warnings from the authors' fics to give you an idea of what to expect beforehand, but please remember to thoroughly read content warnings and respect creators' blog rules before you interact with any of them. and also, please show more love to the pieces you read. if you liked, highly consider reblogging + commenting. it helps others find content to read too and i promise you'll make an author's day ! fandoms: jjk, tokrev, genshin, and aot genre(s): dark content, smut, fluff, hurt/comfort

ALWAYS, FOREVER ! ── with getou suguru, jjk ꒰ AUTHOR: dilly ♡ @atsumeii ꒱

lovesick dom!suguru x fem!reader, cumplay/cum eating, nippleplay, smol ! handjob ! petname (baby, angel, sweetheart, etc.), breeding, tiny dumbification, mentions of marriage/having kids, creampies, a clit kiss.

CATCH ME IF YOU CAN ── with getou suguru, jjk ꒰ AUTHOR : pooh ♡ @poohbea ꒱

detective!geto, criminal!reader, established backstory, implied past relationship, a knife is used, swearing, trespassing.

CRUEL INTENTIONS ── with multiple characters, jjk꒰ AUTHOR : jes ♡ @vilsoo ꒱

manipulation, toxicity, taboo, gangbang/train, professor(s) x student, double penetration, oral (m.receiving), unprotected sex, bukkake, slight sir kink.

DON'T GET SHY ON ME NOW ── with multiple characters, genshin ꒰ AUTHOR :abby ♡ @munsonsins ꒱

afab! reader, size kink, mating press, pussydrunk itto, mirror sex, v slight humiliation kink, brat taming, masturbation, fingering, overstim, edging, exhibition, pussy slaps, dacryphilia, mutual masturbation, sex toys (vibrator), pet names (princess, baby, darling)

FUCK ME, LIKE YOU HATE ME ── with hanma shuji, tokrev ꒰ AUTHOR : denice ♡ @fushisslut ꒱

slight!dubcon, public sex, unprotected sex, creampies, degradation (reader degrades hanma), timeskip!hanma, pussy drunk!hanma.

FEELS JUST LIKE A DREAM ── with chifuyu matsuno, tokrev ꒰ AUTHOR : sosa ♡ @sailewhoremoon ꒱

all characters mentioned are 18+, college student!reader, toman!chifuyu, black fem!reader, thick!reader, fluff, comfort, mild suggestive content, lovesick!chifuyu

"HOW TO HAVE A BABY WITH TWO DADS" ──── with itadori yuuji, ryoumen sukuna, jjk ꒰AUTHOR: winter ♡ @yuujispinkhair ꒱

18+, smut, sukuna switches bodies with yuuji, they both have sex with reader, and both breed her. slight!dubcon (sukuna knows yuuji and reader want a baby, but obviously they aren't happy about sukuna taking over yuuji's body. reader consents, though!), creampie, lots of breeding, mentions of future pregnancy, dirty talk, light degradation, yuuji and reader are around 25.

HEAVEN, I'D LIKE A PIECE OF IT ──── with tobio kageyama, haikyuu ꒰AUTHOR: coco ♡ @tobiodose ꒱

tobio kageyama x f!reader. nsfw, inexperienced tobio, making out, nipple play spit/drool dry humping, kissing over clothes, tobio finishes in his pants

HOME IS WHEREVER I'M WITH YOU ──── with miya atsumu, haikyuu ꒰AUTHOR: haley ♡ @bbyatsumu ꒱

smut (mdni), themes of mental health (reader feels like their life is out of control / mentions of anxiety, but no mentions of depression and no heavier themes of mental health), slight angst, emotional sex + love confessions, childhood best friends to lovers, pining, oral (f! receiving), cursing, fingering, gn pronouns but female anatomy, atsumu has body hair + mentions of scars and stretch marks, bathhouse (inaccurate depictions, but this is fiction so that’s fine), bathing together (non sexually), mentions of The Notebook (they watch it as a movie night), fantasizing (sexual), teasing, open-ended ending (slight angst, but hopeful)

IT'S YOU ──── with fushiguro megumi, jjk ꒰AUTHOR: ♡ @25306 ꒱

college au, fluff, mutual pining, friends to lovers? fingering, cunnilingus, face sitting, fellatio, unprotected sex, creampie, praising, slight femdom, sub! Megumi, dry humping, breast/nipple play, cum eating, hair pulling, hand job, sixty-nine position.

LIGHTWEIGHT IN LOVE ──── with gojo satoru, jjk ꒰AUTHOR: sheer ♡ @sheerxfiction ꒱

fem!reader, alcohol, fluff, even fluffier sleepy confessions.

MESSAGES SENT WITH INVISIBLE INK ──── with multiple characters, jjk ꒰AUTHOR: ares ♡ @lawscorazon ꒱

jjk men sending nudes/traps, mix of gn and afab reader, pre-established relationships, sexting (duh), suit kink, toxic ex-boyfriend!geto, suggestive/smut, brief mention of oral sex (m receiving), daddy kink, masturbation

NEEDY ──── with eren yeager, aot ꒰AUTHOR: venus ♡ @venusflytrapstar ꒱

non-con recording, size kink, slight corruption kink, inappropriate relationships (step siblings), unprotected sex, fingering, blowjobs.

OLD GOLD ── with wakasa imaushi, takeomi akashi, tokrev ꒰ AUTHOR : saint ♡ @killsaki ꒱

spit roast, fingering, unprotected sex/creampie, semi-public sex, exhibitionism-ish (heard not seen), pet names (princess, little girl, baby, etc), praise, light degradation, burn play (cigarette ashes), age gaps (reader is early 20s, waka/takeomi/shin are pushin 30), she/her pronouns, reader wears a skirt, corruption kink

SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN ── with multiple characters, jjk ꒰ AUTHOR : emmie ♡ @garoujo ꒱

mini series, f. reader, college!au, aged!up characters, exhibitionism, unprotected sex / creampies, fingering / oral, quickie-esque sex, seven minutes in heaven scenarios.

SHY GIRLS ARE JUST MY TYPE! ── with multiple characters, genshin ꒰ AUTHOR : lulu ♡ @ickyism ꒱

fem!sub!reader, established relationship, you guys finally get romantic thoma,body worship, praise kink, ayato tries to fuck moans out of you, mirror sex with childe, strap-on (arlecchino), cunnilingus, fingering.

TEACH ME SOMETHING ── with fushiguro toji ꒰AUTHOR: jojo ♡ @deathskid ꒱

age gap (reader in early 20s), unprotected sex, fingering, squirting, virginity loss, praise & degradation, daddy kink, stomach bulge, overstim, breeding kink

WHEN YOU SAY MY NAME, NOTHING'S CHANGED ── with nanami kento ꒰AUTHOR: tee ♡ @hanmas ꒱

nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, post-shibuya incident, nanami lives, he’s having a hard time adjusting to his scars :(, insecure nanami, hints at ptsd, mentions of marriage and having children, body worship, blowjobs, cum swallowing, unprotected sex, creampie

4:37AM ── ── with pantalone, genshin impact ꒰AUTHOR: vyn ♡ @beelenciaga ꒱

somnophilia, cockwarming, belly bulge, use of pet/endearment names “darling”, “dove”, “dear”, soft + passionate sex, breeding, unprotected sex, praise, fem bodied reader.

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prettyiwa · 1 year

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19 March 2011 | 10:24

this is the beginning | (next)

The gymnasium is loud with cheers for Seijoh after their match against Ogi Nishi. Oikawa waves to his adoring fangirls, vying for his attention from the spectator’s seats. Just as Iwaizumi is about to hit Oikawa and prevent his head from getting any bigger, he catches sight of you.

You’re staring with mild intrigue, not at Oikawa, but at Iwaizumi. He feels his face heat up at the attention, unused to receiving any when Oikawa’s around. You smile before Seijoh clears the court for the following team. He shakes it off, figuring he’s never going to see you again, not when the following team is Shiratorizawa, not when there are other people to look at.

But he’s wrong.

As they make their way to watch their next opponent, waiting for the next match, you approach. Matsukawa and Hanamaki both point you out, suggesting that you’re one of Oikawa’s fangirls, trying to catch the setter when he’s free from female attention, but Iwaizumi knows better.

You ignore Oikawa’s charm, ignore both Matsukawa and Hanamaki, ignore everyone who isn’t Iwaizumi. Pulling out a notebook, you scribble your number and your name before tearing out that page, folding it in half, and passing it to Iwaizumi.

“Good luck,” you wish him as you leave them, walking towards your team, waiting for you just around the corner.

He looks over that folded piece of paper so much that he has your number memorized before the next match starts.

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noosayog · 1 year

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hello! I'm noos!

intj | october libra | youngest child

likes: noosa honey yogurt - this is where my usernames comes from hehe, orange (color and fruit), mild winters, working out, my dog, dryer sheet smell

dislikes: hot summers, loud sounds like sneezes and motorcycles, socks to sleep

Fandoms: haikyuu!!, blue lock, one piece, KnY, KnB, JJK, SxF

favs: KAGEYAMA TOBIO, MIYA OSAMU, kita shinsuke, ushijima wakatoshi, ISAGI YOICHI, zoro, fushiguro toji

THE USUAL DNI RULES APPLY. homophobia, transphobia, xenophobia, etc. will NOT be accepted here.

do not spam like me - this means liking 10+ posts in a row without reblogging, commenting, or following.

MINORS DO NOT FOLLOW. if you do not have your age in your bio, you will be soft blocked. If you have a blank blog, you will be blocked period.

not accepting requests but suggestions welcome

tags:

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#regulars! - moots & regular anons

#haikyuu recs, #jjk recs, #tokrev recs, bluelock recs - exactly as it sounds

#🍒- nsfw content

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Finally, all works are written by noosayog. PLEASE do not copy, repost, edit, share on other platforms besides tumblr.

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ao3feed-iwaoi · 2 years

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Underhanded Tactics

Read this masterpiece on AO3 at https://ift.tt/qMnl2QE

by Unbreakablekiribaku (Maluminspace)

Feigning innocence, Tooru glanced down at his outfit. It was admittedly better suited to spring or the very end of summer, but he didn’t think that the light hooded sweater and the t-shirt beneath it were all that out of place for autumn. “Maybe I was just hoping you would find some inventive ways of keeping me warm…” he replied in the sweetest tone he could muster as he fluttered his long lashes.

“Oh so that’s your plan, huh?” Hajime huffed, to worm your way out of the romantic date I had planned so that we can just stay here and fuck instead?”

Placing his hand over his chest Tooru pouted, “I would never seek to thwart your carefully laid plans like that,” he blinked in a demure display, “I resent that you’d think I’d revert to such underhanded tactics to get you into bed. especially when I can usually do that easily enough just by merely suggesting it.”

Oikawa is a sneaky little shit that wants to skip the date in favour of spending more time in bed.

Words: 1149, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru

Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, iwaoi - Freeform, Boys In Love, Domestic Fluff, Domestic, Aged-Up Character(s), Strong Language, Mild Sexual Content, Sexual Refrences

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/qMnl2QE

#iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #ao3feed-iwaoi #haikyuu!!

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haikyuu-boys-headcanons · 3 years

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𝙷𝙰𝙸𝙺𝚈𝚄𝚄 𝙱𝙾𝚈𝚂 - 𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝙴𝚇 𝙼𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂

hehe, i’m back at it again with one of these long ass posts but this idea’s literally been in my head all day long so here you go !! obvious nsfw warning :)

tw: this whole post is just nsfw and embarrassing to read so read at your own risk >:)

𝙳𝙰𝙸𝙲𝙷𝙸 » during a super intense and loud session, his voice cracked as he asked you “does that feel goOD- good baby?” to this day, he still prays that you couldn’t hear him over the sound of your own moans

𝚂𝚄𝙶𝙰𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙰 » you were riding him and he went to slap your ass, but something went wrong either because you were riding too quickly or he was shaking too much, boy ended up slapping himself in the balls. you’ve never heard that boy scream that loud in your life

𝙰𝚂𝙰𝙷𝙸 » literally pulled out in the middle of sex to get up and rush to the corner of his room to flip around his childhood teddy bears. your just laying there with your tiddies and coochie out waiting for asahi to shield the eyes of mr. wiggles

𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙺𝙰 » you two were having pretty intense shower sex until tanaka did the number one thing your not supposed to do during shower sex; this muthafucker slipped while holding you. long story short, y’all were okay but just ended up having nasty shower floor sex??

𝙽𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚈𝙰 » this tiny ass 5′2 man was unconsciously humping your leg while you were both asleep?? his presumably pleasurable wet dream had turned into a sudden nightmare when you literally had to KICK him off you to stop the humping. bad nishinoya, bad!

𝙺𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚈𝙰𝙼𝙰 » came WAYYY too early inside you, but he was too embarrassed to say anything so he just... kept going. sadly, no one had warned kageyama of the intense effects of overstimulation. he was shaking and whimpering so badly behind you to the point where you had to ask him to pull out and bring him a glass of water to calm down

𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙰 » the first time you squirted on him, he just blatantly asked you these exact few words that left you feeling mortified: “did you just piss on me?” nuh uh hinata, this water fountain ain’t yours to drown in anymore >:(

𝚃𝚂𝚄𝙺𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙼𝙰 » kei was hitting it from the back pretty hard this time, so hard that you were suddenly... on an angle? suddenly, now you two were much closer to the floor than before. the bed ended up collapsing, yes literally collapsing due to kei’s powerful thrusts. worst part is, nobody got to finish since kei dragged you to ikea to grumpily buy a new bedframe. but hey, he bought you ikea meatballs; that shit hits so different

𝚈𝙰𝙼𝙰𝙶𝚄𝙲𝙷𝙸 » one super duper intense night, he passed out the SECOND he came. no matter how much you flicked the temple of his forehead, yamaguchi was dead asleep. you had to literally slap him awake to get him to clean up, you ain’t risking a ranky stanky UTI puthy in the morning

𝙾𝙸𝙺𝙰𝚆𝙰 » kept calling himself a sex machine during the act. i don’t know if it was due to the 6 tequila shots he had beforehand or just his inner ego revealing, whatever it was it was about to make your pussy close

𝙸𝚆𝙰𝚉𝚄𝙼𝙸 » this one time, he kept going in at a weird angle which caused you to repeatedly queef for 7 minutes straight. every time you told him to pull out and go in properly, he laughed and kept going in at that one weird angle!! was your embarrassment a turn on for him?? maybe!! but were you mortified? absolutely!!

𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃𝚂𝚄𝙽 » i’m sorry to have to be the one to announce this, but this man had the worst case of full blown bush you’ve ever seen. like, he didn’t even try to manscape or anything at all. you ended up begging him to trim just a tiny bit because you weren’t gonna risk choking on a pube whilst your going down on him

𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙸 » rubbed your left labia thinking it was your clit. and he kept doing that. the whole. fucking. time. even when you subtly moved his fingers towards your clit, he just kept going back to the left lip.

𝙺𝚄𝙽𝙸𝙼𝙸 » had the most dry and dull dirty talk you’ve ever heard. like, it’s not even dirty talk at this point; it’s just clean talk. there’s no passion when he talks! he uses the same tone he would use for anyone else at any other moment. to paint the picture, imagine riding kunimi and he’s just there with a furrowed expression like “yup, that feels really good”

𝙺𝚈𝙾𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙸 » tried to pull one of those unexpected anal scenes that he saw from a porno, without telling you beforehand. life lesson here; if you party at shit's house, don't be surprised if shit's at the party

𝙺𝚄𝚁𝙾𝙾 » you two were looking to get a little more kinky in terms of BDSM, so kuroo watched like 30 tutorials on youtube on how to safely tie you up so you won’t fall or anything. this bitch ended up tying rope knots that were practically impossible to undo, which resulted in you hanging from the ceiling for approximately 2 hours pussy-ass naked while kuroo tried to cut you down with a kitchen knife

𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙼𝙰 » wanted to spice things up with some dirty talk, like the real nasty talk they use in pornos but not the normal pornos; the shitty company ones with horrific acting. he really ended up announcing that he was going to “fuck your fucking fanny off, you twat”

𝙻𝙴𝚅 » got super excited while he was opening the lube since he hadn’t gotten to fuck you in a WHILE, which resulted the lube leaked everywhere and a giant 6′5 man slipping and hitting his head on the bed frame. worst part is; he had to go to the ER with a hard on that refused to go away

𝙱𝙾𝙺𝚄𝚃𝙾 » speaking of boners that wouldn’t go away, let’s not forget that one time bokuto took two viagras when you texted him to come over for a special occasion. he horribly misinterpreted the ‘special occasion’ text, because he showed up to your house with a huge buldge in his pants as your parents stand before him holding anniversary cards, completely horrified

𝙰𝙺𝙰𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙸 » wanted to make valentines day sex as romantic as he could, so he did the classic lighting candles and giving roses. everything was beautiful, until he accidently knocked one of the bigger candles over during missionary. this not only caused a huge ass fire in your bedroom, but he came right as the fire began to spread. boy was debating on whether his orgasm was to die for or not

𝙺𝙾𝙽𝙾𝙷𝙰 » had a nose bleed when he was going down on you and you both were immediately horrified, you thinking it was your period and him thinking he just ate coochie blood. yet as you went to go clean up, you realized his face had much more blood on it than your coochie did. to this day, he still blames it on your period

𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙹𝙸𝙼𝙰 » threw you onto the bed and your head went through the wall. he didn’t even bother to ask you if you were okay, he just sighed and went “well, now i have to make a call to the construction guy. excuse me” and he left you and your concussed ass head sit there once again, pussy ass naked

𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙾𝚄 » during a blowjob, he held your head down right as he was coming causing the cum to shoot up your throat and somehow pour out of your nose. by the time he pulled out, he could barely breath from laughing at you. sure, the classic ‘milk shooting out of nose’ thing was funny at first until you got a sinus infection and had to breath out of your mouth for the next three days

𝚂𝙴𝙼𝙸 » always insists having sex in the most inconvenient places?? like he would pull you to side while grocery shopping and start grinding up against you as you pick which brand of cheese would be better??

𝙶𝙾𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙺𝙸 » he kept getting frustrated that his bangs were clouding his field of vision, so he irritably grabbed a hair tie and frantically tied up the sides of his bangs while he was fucking you. you immediately burst out laughing since he looked exactly like boo from monsters inc.

𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙼𝙰 » got so drunk that he ended up fucking the couch. like he was just there on top of you, and his dick was just sliding between the folds of the leather couch. you decided to let him finish like that

𝚂𝙰𝙺𝚄𝚂𝙰 » had a really bad reaction to one of the products he used while shaving and ended up getting super irritated down there so he kept having to pull out in-between thrusts to itch his crotch. to make things worse, you joking suggested that he looked like he had syphilis and he got so disgusted at the idea of that thought that he literally had to pull out and take a breather

𝙾𝚂𝙰𝙼𝚄 » drizzled ‘warm’ chocolate down your chest and was about to seductively lick it off until you screamed in pain and horror as the chocolate was literally burning your skin off. osamu panicked, obviously not knowing what to do if chocolate was burning his partners skin off so he just... frantically licked it off. you still had to go to the ER afterwards to get treated for mild burns

𝙰𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙼𝚄 » didn’t know what a hymen was until the first time he tried to have sex with you. no matter how much he tried to shove his schlong in, it really just wasn’t working + “yer puss is broken”

𝚂𝚄𝙽𝙰 » pinched your nipples so fucking hard to the point where you started crying. he thoughts these were tears of pleasure until you literally had to kick him off you. but hey, he gave you ice for your sore nipples and mcdonalds! what more could a girl possibly want :)

uh the end lol

also, this idea was inspired by the first haikyuu headcanon i ever read, “awkward sex moments” by @bbytetsu <3

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violescent-scrolls · 2 years

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Calling The Haikyuu Boys ‘Dude/Bro’

Pairings: Sakusa x Reader, Oikawa x Reader, Kenma x reader (reader is gender neutral in all three!)

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: mild cursing, mentions of insecurities in Kenma’s but honestly this is mostly just straight up fluff, attempt at humor

A/N: AHH this is my first time writing for most of these characters (I’ve only written for Sakusa once before) so I hope they’re not OOC. These were fun so if you’d like to see these for a particular haikyuu character lmk and I’ll try my hand at writing for them

Kiyoomi Sakusa

This man will not hesitate to shut this down immediately.

Scoffs and grimaces in disgust at your words.

Literally acts as if you sneezed on him or something smh.

Will ask you not to call him that ‘cause he’s your boyfriend, not your *gags and shudders* bro.

Will get very blushy and flustered if you tease him about it.

“Bro, you’ll never believe what I just found!” you exclaimed as you rushed over to your boyfriend, Kiyoomi, who was pushing along the grocery cart as he diligently followed you around, occasionally stopping to pick up items that piqued his interest. You were carrying a handful of disinfectant wipes with a proud look on your face. “They’ve got a buy one get one free offer for the lemon-scented wipes you like so much. What a steal, right? We’re almost out of them at home so I think we should stock up while we’ve got the chance. There were more but I couldn’t really carry them all by myself so I figured we could go back together.”

You were shocked to find your boyfriend scowling. You were so sure he’d be even more thrilled than you were, considering how fast he went through his cleaning supplies. You were even more shocked when he lifted his hand to flick your forehead, not nearly hard enough to hurt, but enough for you to let out an indignant ‘Hey! What was that for?!”

“Don’t call me that. I’m your boyfriend, not your bro.” He damn near whined out. “How would you like it if I called you bro?”

Instead of answering his question, you took this as an opportunity to tease your usually oh-so-stoic-and-unbothered boyfriend.

“Awww, Omi” you gushed, “your wish is my command. What would you prefer I call you? Love? Honey? What about dear? Oh, I know! Sweetie pie! Or how about pumpkin? Perhaps even my beloved?”

The more embarrassing nicknames you suggested, the more flustered your Omi got. While the bottom half of his face was covered, you could clearly see the tips of his ears turn an adorable shade of pink.

“You’re intolerable.” He groaned out, readjusting his mask in an attempt to hide his red face.

He pushed the cart leaving you in the frozen food aisle with about 12 disinfectant wipe containers clutched in your hands.

“Omi! Love! Wait for me! I don’t wanna carry these anymore, they’re so heavy,” you whined out.

“Should have thought about that before being such a brat, babe,” he shouted with a smirk, though he slowed down so you could catch up to him at the end of the aisle, his chest feeling all warm and fuzzy.

Toru Oikawa

Please, he is so dramatic.

Will go all out on the theatrics. Waterworks, whines, the works.

By the end of the interaction you’ll be so done with him you’ll regret your slip up.

One thing’s for sure, you’re never calling him dude or bro ever again.

He’s so embarrassing but you love him so…

You were at the mall doing some window shopping with your boyfriend, Toru, when all of a sudden something caught your eye.

“Bro, look at that shirt and pants combo. Pretty cute, right? Maybe I could wear it next time we go out with our old classmates. I wonder if they have my-”

You were quickly interrupted by Oikawa who let out a gasp loud enough to catch the attention of several people walking by. He held his right arm up to his chest, placing his hand where his heart is located, and looked away from you woefully. Drama queen.

“Dude, what the fuck?” you asked, feeling embarrassed by all the stares. You tried to get him to stop calling so much attention to the pair of you by dragging him along but he only huffed at you.

“Y/N-chan!” Oikawa whined out, “Don’t call me those names. They’re so unromantic. I’m your boyfriend, not some ‘dude’. People will think we’re not together.”

“People will have a real reason to think that if you don’t stop causing a scene,” you warned, crossing your arms. Though both of you knew your threat was as empty as threats could get, you really did want him to shut up so people would stop staring and giggling.

“Don’t say that! You’re always so mean to me, the man you love,” he sniffed, finally looking at you. “There are so many other things you could call me.”

“Like what?” you asked, “Shittykawa?”

Toru let out a scandalized gasp. “Y/N! You’re being so mean to your boyfriend. You’ve been spending too much time with Iwa-chan. He’s such a bad influence.”

He was being so loud right now you could feel the burning stares of everyone around you.

“Toru! You’re being embarrassing right now,” you hissed. You weren’t really mad at him, more so mildly irritated by his childish behavior. After all, you loved your boyfriend very much, theatrics and all.

Toru finally let you drag him to the shop that had caught your eye, but only when you grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers with his.

For the rest of your visit to the mall, Oikawa kept proposing nicknames you could use for him instead of ‘dude’ or ‘bro’, each one more ridiculous than the last.

“How about… love? My one and only setter? Wait! I’ve got the perfect one. Snookums.”

Kenma Kozume

His reaction would be the most subdued of them all.

That’s not to say the nickname wouldn’t bother him, rather he would let the interaction stew in his brain over hours as he agonized over what you called him.

It won’t be until later when you’re both at home that he tentatively brings up the subject, quietly asking you not to call him that again.

Will probably act like it's not a big deal and it doesn’t bother him but it really does.

He’s literally everything, please reassure him and give him cuddles and call him cute nicknames.

This was one of those rare occasions when the two of you (mainly Kenma) willingly went out to the mall. A part of his computer’s cooling system had been giving him problems and he had a 24-hour charity stream in two days and he really couldn’t afford to have his computer failing him halfway through. Usually, he’d order these things online but with such short notice and his preferred company for buying these sorts of things being overseas, he was worried he wouldn’t be able to get the computer fixed in time. So, with a lack of enthusiasm and you there for moral support, he left the comfort of your shared apartment in search of the nearest reliable electronics shop.

It really wasn’t so bad. It was a Monday morning so there weren’t many people there. He’d been recognized by one or two people but they’d been nice enough, simply saying hi and leaving them be.

While he looked at different pieces, looking for the right one, you’d wandered off to look at the videogames area.

“Dude! Look what they have,” you exclaimed, shoving the slim box with the words ‘Pokémon Legends: Acerus’.

He smiled at your excitement, looking at you fondly as you continued to ramble enthusiastically about the game.

“Bro, I’ve been dying to play this game for ages. I heard the gameplay is totally different from that of the other games. A streamer I was watching the other day said she loved it and she’s got similar tastes to you so I think you’d enjoy it too. Do you think we buy two copies or just share one? You know what, I think we should just get two ‘cause I heard it was kind of addictive and you know how we both get when it comes to video games.”

Kenma nodded in agreement telling you to grab another one and meet him back here so the two of you could pay. He had the computer part he wanted in his hands thanks to an employee who’d been kind enough to notice he was having trouble finding what he wanted, despite Kenma feeling too anxious to request his assistance.

“Woah, your friend’s pretty passionate about videogames, huh? That’s really cute,” the employee commented, something akin to interest shining in his eyes.

Kenma’s skin pricked uncomfortably. Why on Earth would that employee say that? To your boyfriend, no less. The way the guy said that didn’t really sound platonic. Did he- did he think you were single?

All of a sudden, it hit him. You’d called him ‘bro’ and ‘dude’. Those weren’t exactly terms of endearment. To the employee, you probably looked like you were just friends.

You came back with two copies of the game and Kenma quickly dragged you to the cash register before the man could start a conversation with you.

You were worried about how quiet Kenma was on the ride home. Kenma was a quiet person, sure, but when it came to you conversation would flow naturally. Something was obviously bothering the poor man but after dating him for so long and being friends for even longer, you knew better than to pry. He’d tell you what was bothering him when he was ready and any attempts to get him to talk about it before he was ready would only make him act distant.

And you were right, of course. A few hours later you were sitting on the couch of his streaming room, playing the game you had just bought on your switch while Kenma fiddled with his newly repaired PC.

“Hey, Y/N?” Kenma quietly called out to you after a while, voice tentative.

“Yeah? What’s up?” You asked, saving your progress and putting away the consol so you could give him your undivided attention.

“In the future, could you maybe not call me dude or bro?” he asked in a faux nonchalant tone.

Being his long-term significant other, you immediately saw through him.

“Yeah of course. Can I ask why?” you watched as he messed with his setup, lowering his head so that his hair shielded away most of his face from your view.

“It’s nothing,” Kenma mumbled. You could tell he was trying to find the right words, however, so you patiently waited for him to continue. “It's just that… people might think we’re not together if you call me that and I don’t think I like that. Actually, I know I don’t.”

Upon hearing your boyfriend’s words, you were quick to rush over to him and sit on his lap with your face just a few inches away from his.

“Of course, Kenken! I’m so sorry, I honestly didn’t even notice that I called you that. I was so caught up in the game. I’ll never call you that again, though, I promise,” You reassured, kissing the tip of his nose and cuddling up to him in the way you knew he liked.

The rest of the day was spent in a similar manner, with you showering Kenma with affirmations and love and Kenma looking at you with nothing short of pure unadulterated adoration

#sakusa x reader #oikawa x reader #kenma x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! fanfiction

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valeriwa · 3 years

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HQ BOYS GETTING CAUGHT MAKING OUT

about! - haikyuu characters getting caught making out ahaha

from val! - i love these kind of hcs or whatever, another part might be coming soon *wink*

characters! - third year!kozume kenma, iwaizumi hajime, third year!suna rintaro [gn!reader]

warnings! - kissing, suggestive themes?? curse words in suna’s lmao

KOZUME KENMA

he was literally in the comfort of his own room in his house

how was he supposed to know kuroo was going to enter his room without knocking? a guy could give a warning

but honestly kenma didn’t give two shits

you both were in his room and he was on his pc, playing some game

you were feeling a little clingy so you ended up on his lap and then you pulled on his hair and one thing led to another and his mouth was on yours

and honestly y’all were having a great time until kuroo entered

“hey k- oH WOAH-”

kenma reluctantly stops and looks at the door with mild disdain for the person interrupting

“kuroo go away.’

“but we’re meeting yaku and yamamoto today, remember?’ kuroo was looking anywhere but you, who was currently trying to get off kenma’s lap but his hand on your waist was rejecting any attempts to move.

kenma groaned loudly

“i’ll get ready in fifteen, go away now kuroo.” he left lmao

“okay now where were we?”

IWAIUMI HAJIME

he’d definitely be making out with you on a walk after a date or practice or whatever

he just likes the atmosphere on a peaceful evening/night stroll

“hajime, you done?” you said after his practice was over and he was going to walk you home since both your club activities ended at around the same time

“hey mattsun, wanna follow them?”

“thought you’d never ask, makki.”

so there you two were, walking hand-in-hand, and talking about your day until hajime stopped you and gently caressed your cheek with his hand

“EW- ow!”

“keep your voice down, or they’ll hear us.”

you leaned into his touch, and he kissed you and it turned more heated when his hand left your cheek and used it to pull you closer with his hand on your waist

it was hot tbh

“MY BOY HAJIME GETTING SOME!” you weren’t sure if it was makki or mattsun, or both

you both pulled apart abruptly, iwaizumi instantly glaring and you’re a little dazed from the kiss

once you gathered your wits, you had to hold back a very angry iwaizumi while the other two ran for their lives

you wouldn’t have it any other way

SUNA RINTARO

it’s completely his fault

he just kisses you whenever he feels like it and most of the time it’s in an empty clubroom

he’s very lax with pda, as in he thinks the whole world his bedroom and he can do hot things with you wherever

so there you are pulled into his lap, his hand already under your shirt and the other one on the back of your neck

his movements were slow and very, very hot as you pulled on his hair

it was his luck that atsumu had left something in the clubroom

he opened it casually, bc like it’s a goddamn clubroom?? he wasn’t expecting somebody making out very, very intensely

“HOLYFUCKINGSHIT-”

suna doesn’t even bother looking at him, but you get surprised and pull away

suna groans at that and glares at atsumu for interrupting

“stop flexing bro, i’m leaving.”

he doesn’t wait for atsumu to close the door before he closes the distance again

#haikyuu #haikyuu kissing #haikyuu headcannons #haikyuu scenarios #suna x reader #iwaizumi x reader #kenma x reader #gn!reader #making out #—val writes

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secondhand-trash · 3 years

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✨An indefinite list of fics written in Chinese that I really like and want everyone to read✨

Haikyuu

秋楓與交香 by 清灯夜安

photographer!Matsukawa x perfumer!reader

exes to lovers, the morning after (16+, I’ll say, it’s not explicit but still mildly suggestive)

明日又天涯 by 長夜

Oikawa x photographer!reader

post time skip, childhood friends to lovers, lifelong mutual pining, Oikawa is recovering from a surgery

但惜夏日長^ by 南妤

(platonic) MSBY Black Jackal x reader

gen fic, found family dynamics, you’re like the team’s little sister

落日海風 by 與夢者

Nishinoya x reader

post time skip in Italy, you two work for the same fishing crew, summer romance type situation

原則上^ by 麻寒色正

Miya Atsumu x reader

post time skip, domestic fluff, married life

自由之身 by 新世紀純愛戰士

Iwaoi

Iwaoi from when they met to when they grew up, not exactly angst but not all fluff either

揍飛哥斯拉的愛情 by 麻寒色正

Iwaoi

Iwaoi from when they met to when they grew up (again), it’s fluff this time, this one is so nice I love this one

飯團拯救着這樣的我（上、下）by 麻寒色正

Miya Osamu x reader

post time skip, meet cute without knowing it’s a meet cute, fluff

他說，要像小孩子一樣哦^ by Zelllly

Miya Atsumu x reader

You’re someone with very mild temper, mild hurt and a lot of comfort

我們完蛋了（上、下）by 麻寒色正

Miya Atsumu x reader

post time skip, suggestive details, he has a lot of flaws but he loves you, exes to lovers

交往中^ by 磚紅梳打餅

Sakusa x reader

you’re both noobs at dating, idiots in love, fluff

神明住在我心里 by 獨自吃石頭

Kita x delinquent!reader

mentions of bullying, happy ending

八年不纏不休 by 清燈夜安

Miya Atsumu x reader

slow burn, pining, fluff, this is one of my favourite atsumu fics of all time

我的魅力不如半價甜筒怎麼辦 by 麻寒色正

Miya Osamu x reader

childhood friends to lovers, fluff

獅子奮迅^ by 巷尾梧桐

gen!Shiratorizawa

what happens the day before the 3rd years graduate (this writer does the best gen fics I highly recommend)

三十歲還單身的話 by U6

Hirugami(older) x Meian

‘let’s get married if we’re both single when we’re 30’, Meian suddenly gained the ability to hear Hirugami’s thoughts, mutual pining, nsfw

Jujutsu Kaisen

我應該在車底，不應該在車裏^ by 娜鴨鴨鴨鴨

Gojo x reader

you caught your ex cheating and he helps you get out of the awkward situation, fake dating kinda?, fluff

夏油杰感受不到你的愛 by 某不願透露姓名的製作人

Hs Getou x reader

I can’t describe this one but it’s just so genius and I can’t recommend it enough, unconventional good ending

所有人都認為五條悟應該和你在一起 by 某不願透露姓名的製作人

Hs Gojo x reader

this is written with the same world building as the previous fic and my mind was blown once I get to the end

五條悟，喜歡我的人居然是你？^ by 村正musamasa

Hs Gojo x reader

Idiots in love, shoko and getou are so tired of both of your bs

當鬼的時候別被最強同期抓住 by 安娜塔西婭

(platonic) Gojo x reader x Getou

You died, angst/humour with a twist at the end, Idk how to explain it but it’s just a very well-written fic

直哉少爺今天也想復婚（前）、直哉少爺今天復婚成功了嗎？ (後）by 離晚鐘

Zenin Naoya x f!reader

the story is summed up by the title, I have so much love for the reader, arranged marriage exes to lovers sorta situation?????

家裏的貓xp太奇怪了怎麼辦？ by ミカドト

cat!Fushiguro Toji, cat!Getou, cat/human!Gojo x reader

“all dead sorcerers will turn into cats” au, crack, they have a cat’s body but act like humans, suggestive details in odd ways, i love this one sm LMAO

天予幸運 by 白芥

Fushiguro Toji x reader

reader has very good luck, you kinda adopted megumi LMAO, fluff

嫉妒 by 微如糸

Okkotsu x reader

possessive reader, not a healthy relationship dynamic, he’s subtly manipulative

青春干飯少女真的不會夢見1蛊同學嗎 by 月見里

Okkotsu x reader

childhood friends to lovers(?), you really like eating, you’re a non-sorcerer, he’s kinda twisted

乙骨憂太下手很快 by 變量小梨

Okkotsu x reader

You got a memory loss condition, for the sake of not spoiling anything I won’t say much but it’s fluff

第一次談戀愛，請問這樣做可以嗎？ by 槿夭

Okkotsu x reader

Yandere vibes (but you’re both sick and twisted in some ways), unconventional happy ending

被愛人殺死後我成了地府鬼差 by 格紙

Getou x reader

canon compliant, the plot is in the title

戀愛裁判 by 王佐之才

Hs Gojo x reader

mutual pining, idiots in love, secondhand embarrassment lmaoooo, this is a very cute fic

Love Me Harder by 王佐之才

Gojo x reader

the continuation of the prev fic, fluff

少年們^ by 晴

Hs Gojo x reader x Hs Getou

poly, slice of life, fluff

他們青春的臉龐 by Soraphi

Gojo x Getou (I still don’t know their ship name in eng lmao)

canon compliance (post shibuya arc), angst, written from principle Yaga’s pov

*those marked with a ‘^’ are the ones that I think are easier to read (from the perspective of a native speaker, I’m not sure if it’s actually “easy” but it’s def easier than the rest)

#fic recs #will update from time to time if I found any good fics LMAO #I actually didn’t notice that so many of these are by the same ppl LMAO #read and let me know your thoughts kek

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pockydays · 3 years

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hot things you do that make the haikyuu boys go <3

» characters: oikawa, atsumu, akaashi, kuroo » scenario: the things that you do that make them fall in love with them even more, but let’s be real, they were already smitten with you right from the beginning ;) » contains: slight suggestive themes, mentions of reader having hair in kuroo’s, mild language, minor timeskip spoilers » a/n: check out part 1 here! (hot things the haikyuu boys do that make you go <3)

𝘖𝘐𝘒𝘈𝘞𝘈 𝘛𝘖𝘖𝘙𝘜 —

oikawa finds himself falling deeper in love with you when you’re fully engrossed in whatever you’re doing

whether it’s a hobby of yours or doing chores, he thinks it’s very sexy ;)

people always tell him that it’s scary when he gets tunnel vision while playing volleyball

so when he sees you being just as focused on something, it makes him feel understood

once he saw you doing taxes at the dinner table and he went, “oh shit, i think i’m falling in love again.”

you were there with your sleeves rolled up and typing in numbers into the calculator and furrowing your eyebrows

how could he not fall in love?

contrary to public opinion, it doesn’t take much to impress oikawa

because neither of you fell in love with the other’s achievement nor status

as long as the two of you have each other, that’s all that matters

𝘔𝘐𝘠𝘈 𝘈𝘛𝘚𝘜��𝘜 —

it might not seem like it, but atsumu has a soft spot for children

especially when you’re interacting with them

the two of you are taking a walk at the park when you spot a kid whose popsicle melted and fell on the sidewalk :(

the sound of that kid crying annoyed him and he wanted to pull you away to go somewhere quieter

but instead you bent down and comforted the kid and even bought him a new popsicle

it was even in that kid’s favorite flavor

atsumu’s heart just went <33 after that

and when the kid’s mom came to pick him up at the park, she said, “you two would make lovely parents!”

atsumu never knew he could fall even deeper in love with you, until now

you went up to him and asked him, “wanna see if that kid’s mom is right?”

he had never taken so long to process a question in his life

𝘈𝘒𝘈𝘈𝘚𝘏𝘐 𝘒𝘌𝘐𝘑𝘐 —

akaashi loves it when you lean in and your face is so close to his

you could be doing his tie before he leaves for his manga editing job

and he’d still get just as excited having you be so close to him every single time

like that one time he pretended to fall asleep on your shoulder when you two were reading a book together

and you muttered something in his ear about how cute and adorable he was

he couldn’t stop himself from kissing you back

you were really surprised since you thought he was asleep ofc

and you pretended to be mad at him to get him back

he became so clingy after that :(

he even promised to make dinner for a whole month

someone help this man, he’s so down bad for you <3

𝘒𝘜𝘙𝘖𝘖 𝘛𝘌𝘛𝘚𝘜𝘙𝘖𝘜 —

when you do anything with your hair, kuroo gets butterflies o.O

brushing it, styling it, blowing it out of your face, anything goes

and especially when you look up at him with wide eyes when you’re tying it in a ponytail; his heart just goes <3<3

don’t give him ideas though — he is a man of action and will do anything he puts his mind to (cough, you)

he also LOVES it when you play with his hair

if you ruffle his hair before he leaves for work, he’ll leave it as it is for the entire day

nobody minds because he’s the CEO ofc

he even shows off the hairstyle you gave him to his colleagues

“look at the hair my bae gave me ( ˘ ͜ʖ ˘)“

“it’s... basically a mohawk o.o”

“shut up, diana (ง`_´)ง” (kuroo made her make his coffee for a week straight after that)

a/n: i’m so sorry for the lack of content for the past month or two. i am officially back for the next 3 months until school (screw school) starts up again <3

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu heacanons #haikyuu imagines #hq x reader #hq headcanons #oikawa x reader #atsumu x reader #akaashi x reader #kuroo x reader

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toru-oikawas-milkbread · 2 years

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Would you Rather | 1,000th Post Special

Pairing: Matsukawa and then Makki x f!reader

Word count: 2.6K

Warnings/contents: Fluff, mild language, brief sexual innuendos, slightly suggestive ending

Notes: The “Would you Rather” series is something that I do for my Patreon, however because I finally reached 1,000 posts here on my blog, I wanted to do something special, and even if a lot of those posts are me talking to people who send me messages, it still counts and I thought it would be fun to give you all a slice of the “Would you Rather” series that I have done 2 parts for on my Patreon!

Of course it won’t be frequent (perhaps even ever again) that I’ll post something off of my Patreon onto here, but you only hit 1,000 posts once, and since my Haikyuu blog is my one and only blog, it gets all of my attention

Now: on with the fluff.

Would you rather...

Spoon with Matsukawa

The weatherman was finally right; it was pouring rain today. You had the day off, so you had spent most of your time cleaning up the apartment after some time of both you and your husband being so busy with work that things like dusting and vacuuming got put on the back burner. While the place wasn’t all that messy, you took extra care today, deciding that since you had the time and you couldn’t run errands outside with how badly it was storming, you’d suck it up and dust the shelves.

You stole a glance at the large window in your living room, wincing when the lightning shot across the dreary sky as rain pattered hard against your window. You worried about your husband, hoping that he was driving safe. He had texted you as he always did when he was leaving work to head home, but after that and you telling him to drive safe, you didn’t get anything in return. While you knew he was a relatively safe driver, you were still anxious, knowing all of the bad things that could happen and nearly playing out every poor scenario as you watched the rain hit the window.

The sound of the door unlocking stole you from your grim thoughts, making you grin quickly as you saw your very wet husband walking in the door and giving his head a shake.

“Brr,” he said, locking the door behind himself. The man barely had time to turn around before you were wrapping your arms around his torso. “Oh—!” He gave a soft laugh, wondering how you got to him so quietly and quickly, but tossing the thought aside as he hurried to hug you back. “Sorry I’m getting you all wet, baby.” He slid his shoes off as you sighed and only seemed to bury your nose further into his coat.

“I don’t mind. I’d rather you make me wet than worry about you.”

“Now that has a double meaning, doesn’t it.” He teased. You laughed and gave his arm a slap that made him chuckle as you pulled back and smiled at him. “How was your day, baby?” He asked, gently bringing a hand up to caress your face with his chilled hand, something that you were quick to lean into and made the mans heart thump hard in his chest.

“It was okay, but I’ve missed you.” You said, earning a hum from the man who leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

“I’ve missed you too, baby.” He shrugged his coat off and hung it on the coatrack by the door before he yawned and stretched his sore arms out.

“How was your day?” You asked, reaching up and giving his tense shoulders a massage that made him lean into you.

“It was long.” He said. “I’m planning a huge funeral right now and, while I feel bad for them, the family is very specific and it’s… hard.” He grimaced before speaking. “Not like losing someone so close to you is any easier.”

“I’m sure that it’s hard on both of you, I know planning funerals is busy work.” You said as the man yawned and gave a brief nod. “Are you hungry? I know we were thinking of going out tonight since it’s the weekend and you have to work tomorrow, but since it’s raining so much I thought that we might stay in and have something warm to eat— maybe soup or hotpot.” He smiled again, leaning down and pressing a sweet kiss to your lips that you were quick to lean into.

“As amazing as some dinner sounds, I could really use some down-time with you right now.” You smiled softly and nodded, grabbing his large hand and bringing him with you towards the bedroom, your cleaning long ago forgotten as you thought of cuddling up with your husband. You were truthfully honored to be the person that Issei chose to be with, even more honored that instead of a poor habit like getting drunk every night or smoking, he took down-time as cuddling with you— letting you lay on him or laying on you to de-stress after hard days and even harder weeks. There were a lot of Friday nights where the two of you ate late or not at all and instead spent hours snuggled up together just enjoying each others presence, and you swore every night like this made you fall more for the man even when you thought that you never could love him more than you did the day before.

“Do you want me to give you a back rub, my love?” You asked, peeking back at the man when you got to the foot of your bed. He regretfully slid his hand from yours, stripping off his wet shirt and making your cheeks warm as you looked at his abs. You couldn’t help it— no matter how many times you saw him completely naked, no matter how many nights you laid with him in bed and traced his abs while he spoke, no matter how many times his bicep was snug beneath your chin in doggy— you couldn’t help but stare.

Issei was an insanely attractive man, and you found it hard to believe that you were ever lucky enough to be the person he told he loved, but you were so unaware even as he told you a million times just how much you meant to him and how deeply his adoration and love ran for you just like yours did for him.

“No, I just want to hold you,” he said, stripping his damp pants off and tossing both of the articles of clothing into the dirty laundry basket. “Sorry, I’m really cold right now.” He said, moving to lay on the bed and pulling the comforter over his legs. “If you don’t want to spoon with me—” he started, but you were quick to cut him off with a scoff as you reached back to undo your bra to lay more comfortably in bed.

“Absolute nonsense, I want nothing more than for you to hold me whether you’re warm or cold.” You said, sliding your sweatpants off as well before moving to lay in the bed with him. You gave a soft, content sigh even as you couldn’t help but yelp quickly after as his chilled legs pressed to your own when you pressed back against his chest. Truth be told, you were hoping to face him, to admire his handsome face more than this, but you couldn’t deny cuddling back into his body. “I’ll help warm you up,” you said. “Even like this.” Issei gave a sweet hum, wrapping his arms around your body and sliding his cold hand up between your breasts beneath the shirt that you wore even as you tensed at his chilled fingers.

“Sorry, baby,” he said, but he laughed as he spoke. “I’ll get warm soon enough with you in my arms.” He sighed, pressing a kiss to your neck that made you curl back with a gasp as his chilled nose pressed to your skin.

“Ah! Okay— but not like that!” Issei laughed, nuzzling his face against you despite your light protests, knowing that you would let him steal all of your warmth beneath the blanket just like he always let you steal his. He kissed you again, his hand giving your breast a light squeeze as his skin slowly warmed beneath your shirt. “Issei?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.” You whispered, closing your eyes as you reached up to hold the mans hand that was beneath your shirt. “So much.”

“You have no idea, baby.” He whispered back, pressing a light kiss to your cheek before nuzzling close to you again, though this time giving a content sigh and staying close to you. “I love you so, so much. You make every single bad day so worth getting up and doing things because I know that, even during the harder funerals and days that feel like they’ll never end, I have you. That I can come home to you and I know that I have this with you. That you’ll hold me, and that when you’ve had a bad day as well, we’ll hold each other.” With a soft, almost shaky sigh, you nuzzled against his head with your own.

“I never thought I could be so lucky to have your love.”

“It’s I who never thought I’d be lucky enough to have your love, baby.”

Lay on top of Makki

“Fuck today,” you grumbled, shutting the door behind yourself and locking it with a huff. You grumbled to yourself as you kicked your shoes off lazily, not looking over when you heard the sound of a pan clinking against something in the kitchen. Instead, you moved to lay face down on the sofa, groaning into the cushions dramatically.

“Baby? What’s the mater?” You looked aside, meeting eyes with Makki who was crouched beside you, arms on his knees as he cocked his head to the side. “Did you have a bad day?”

“Work sucks,” you grumbled, cheek pressed to the cushions as you sulked. “Life sucks. Lunch sucks. My boss sucks. I just want to sleep. I want to sleep and I never want to wake up again.” You mumbled miserably, nuzzling your face against the pillow with a sob. “I’m tired!”

“I’m sorry, baby,” Makki brought a hand up, fingers pressing lightly to give you a rub between your tense shoulder blades. “Geez, baby— you’re tense,” he said with a frown. “Lay still.” He sat on his knees, trusting that dinner would be alright in the oven for a few minutes while he gave you a back rub. You sighed into the pillows, relaxing as he massaged the tense muscles in your back and shoulders. “Do you want to talk about what happened?”

“Remember when we first got together and everybody told me you were only using me for sex?” You asked with a soft laugh that was quickly followed by a light sniffle. “Now look at you, you’re rubbing my back and asking me if I want to talk about my day.”

“I could never think of using you for sex.” He said, pressing his palms to your spine and making you give a soft moan in relief as he applied a nice amount of pressure— making your back pop in a way that you swore made your whole demeanor change in a good way. “I love it when you put this pussy in my face, but you’re so much more than some sex toy to me and I know that you know that.”

“I know.”

“But…?” He asked when you seemed distant.

“If I’m being honest… I thought maybe… when we first got together that we wouldn’t work or…”

“That I was using you for sex?” Regretfully as you peeked at the man, you nodded softly. “It’s okay. I know— maybe I seem like the kinda guy to break your heart, but the last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt you. Even when we were just friends and I didn’t feel this romantic love for you, I never wanted to see you hurt or to see you cry.” He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your head before he pushed it back down and continued to rub your shoulders. “But really, do you need to talk?”

“I just… I kind of want to cuddle.”

“Okay, we can cuddle.”

“Will you let me lay on you?”

“Sure, babe. I’ll rub your back while you lay on me.” He stood, offering you a hand to help you up. You let him help you, stretching your sore lower back out and watching as he laid on the sofa, offering his hands for you with a little smile. “Now come here, let me hold you.” You smiled lightly, sitting on his waist and kissing the man before you got comfortable on him, resting your head down on his chest with a soft sigh. His fingers pressed to your back, giving you a soft massage that made you hum in content as you sunk into his touch.

“Mm, thank you.”

“Of course. I only need to wait a little bit longer for dinner. So when the timer goes off, I’ll get it out of the oven and then I can come back to you.” He promised, resting his head back against the armrest of the sofa with a content hum. Dinner smelt amazing, and while he was hoping you might’ve come home in a better mood so he could tell you all about what he’d done that day, you hadn’t, and he knew you’d need this comfort right now. That instead of hearing about his fun with Matsukawa and seeing Iwaizumi at the store, you needed peace— a warm hug, a back rub, kisses. Anything that you needed from him, he was willing to give tonight, because that was what you did for him.

“Well, I don’t want to talk about my day— but how about yours?” You asked, nuzzling closer to the man who raised a thin eyebrow, wondering if all your time together was giving you a sense of what he was thinking about even if you weren’t looking at him. “Did you end up seeing Matsukawa today?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Did you have fun?”

“Yeah, it wasn’t too bad.” He said, not wanting to upset you after a shitty day.

“You didn’t have fun?” You asked with a frown, moving to look at the man. “What happened?” Makki looked at you, a guilty look on his face that you read right through. “Baby… are you lying because I had a bad day?”

“Uh… no…?”

“Hiro, don’t lie to me.” You said, sitting up on his waist and pressing your hands to his chest. “I know that I had a bad day and I came home a little grumpy, but you don’t need to pretend like your day wasn’t good just for me.”

“But this isn’t about me.” He said, resting his hands on your hips. “This is about you— you had a bad day. You needed my comfort, not me to tell you how much fun I had with Matsukawa or…” He quickly stopped, biting down on his lip. He hadn’t meant it to come out as quickly as it had, but you sent him a confused look.

“Or?”

“Or that… I saw Iwa today at the store and… and we chatted for a bit.” He regretfully added.

“Baby, that’s great,” you said, sending him a smile. “I had a bad day, but if you think that means my night would be ruined, you’re wrong. I could have the worst day imaginable, a day straight out of hell, but simply being with you even if you had a way better day and you tell me all about it, I’d be happy.” You promised. “You’re my best friend. Being with my best friend makes me happier than ever no matter how pissy I was earlier.” You said, leaning down to kiss his nose before pressing your head to his chest. “Now, please— tell me the truth; how was your day?”

“It won’t make you feel worse to know what Matsukawa and I did…?”

“Not at all. Let me live vicariously through you. And then, afterwards, we can eat some yummy dinner you made and cuddle in bed. And if you’re so hellbent on making my night better, maybe you can put your mouth to a different use and make this shitty day end even better than only letting me talk to the love of my life.” A small smirk crept onto his face as he continued to gently rub your back and gave a hum.

“Okay. So, I get to Matsukawa’s apartment, right, and we decide to go to get some food…”

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prettyiwa · 2 years

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AO3 | Fic Page | NSFT 18+ | Playlist (🎵)

I do not authorize the translation or reposting of my work anywhere. Do not mention me or my work on Tik-Tok.

Relationship: Iwaizumi Hajime x F!Reader Rating: Explicit 18+ (timestamp 16) Content Warnings: POV Iwaizumi Hajime, Slice of Life, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Long-Distance Relationship, Miscommunication, Friends to Lovers, Oikawa is a good friend, Reader is at least 2 inches shorter than Iwa, Iwa goes to California for Grad work Summary: It takes you 24 hours to fall in love and he's certain he can wait until you do. Word Count: 10,000 Tagging: @izzabeean

A/N: I'm re-posting the first Haikyuu!! fic I completed prior to my release of two additional pieces for upcoming collabs 🙃 I had planned on releasing this chapter by chapter, but I want this to pre-date my first collab piece (tomorrow) and Tumblr has a vendetta against me in the tags.

This takes place between 2011-2019. This contains manga spoilers for Iwaizumi, Oikawa, and [briefly] Kuroo.

March 2011 | 10:24

➸ The gymnasium is loud with cheers for Seijoh after their match against Ogi Nishi. Oikawa waves to his adoring fangirls, vying for his attention from the spectator’s seats. Just as Iwaizumi is about to hit Oikawa, prevent his head from getting any bigger, he catches sight of you.

But he’s wrong. As they make their way to watch their next opponent, waiting for the next match, you approach. Matsukawa and Hanamaki both point you out, suggesting that you’re one of Oikawa’s fangirls, trying to catch the setter when he’s free from female attention, but Iwaizumi knows better.

“Good luck,” you wish him as you leave them, walking towards your team, who are waiting for you just around the corner.

He looks over that folded piece of paper so much that he has your number memorized before the next match starts.

June 2011 | 17:43

➸ “Iwaizumi! You’re supposed to let me pay this time!” you whine as he holds your wallet out of reach before paying for the ramen.

He laughs, grateful that the other second-years weren’t able to make it to the restaurant, even if you two will be joining them afterward. “I don’t remember agreeing to that.”

The two of you sit at your table and he’s struck by the way that the sun perfectly illuminates you, accentuating the contours of your face. There’s laughter in your eyes and your smile is absolutely carefree, pleased to be in his presence.

He’s tried pushing it down, the light fluttering in his chest when you look at him like that, when you text him after school, when you tease, joke, and brighten the world around you.

Despite the fact that both of you have full schedules, you always manage to find an hour here or there to spend with friends. It’s exceptional, the way you fit into his life as though you had always been there.

“Are you ready for the prelims?” you ask, licking your lips at the sight of the food before you.

“As ready as we’re going to be,” he admits. “And you?”

“We’re gonna win! One game at a time, ya know?” The smile you offer is infectious, so much that he can’t help but wonder whether that’s the reason the ramen is better than it usually is.

He isn’t expecting it when you say, “I have faith that you guys will win and move forward! I just hope I get to watch.” It’s small, inconsequential, but that doesn’t stop the blush from forming, the shared hope that you’ll be there to watch, and that he can watch you in return.

December 2011 | 06:51

➸ A soft yawn escapes you before you lean on him, resting your head on his shoulder. Oikawa, wrapped in a thick blanket in addition to his winter coat, walks up behind you two, taking his place on Iwaizumi’s left side.

“You don’t get to yawn,” Oikawa chastizes you, voice thick with sleep and a hint of playfulness. “This was your idea in the first place.”

“Maybe so, but you agreed to come along,” you lilt, leaning forward to get a better look at Oikawa. He sticks his tongue out in response, narrowly dodging Iwaizumi’s fist.

“No fair, Iwa-chan! You’re nicer to her than you are to me!”

“I thought we came here to watch the last sunrise of the year, not to waste time bickering,” Iwaizumi complains, though he doesn’t mind the light squabble.

“We did, Iwa-chan,” you say through your yawn. “Can’t you feel it? The change?”

He turns to look at you, noticing the hope that bubbles beneath the warmth of your eyes. You meet his gaze briefly, though the second that you do seems to last a lifetime. There’s something about you that makes him feel achingly alive. Something he wants to explore, something he wants to cherish.

Your fingers graze his hand, sending a jolt of electricity through him, one that’s exacerbated by the shy manner in which you look away, almost embarrassed by such familiarity. Cute. Almost as though you haven’t made time for him at least three times a month since you slipped your number into his hand, as though you haven’t brightened his days with a simple text.

“This year is gonna be great,” you whisper. “Even for you, Crappykawa. We’re all gonna work hard and we’re gonna make it to Tokyo.”

Oikawa whines at your use of Iwaizumi’s nickname, whines at the chuckle that ripples through his friend. “Why are you so mean to me?”

“Mean to you? I just told you that you’re gonna make it to nationals this year!”

“Did you have to call me crappy, though?”

You don’t answer, attention pulled to the sky before you. That cold winter grey is overpowered by the sun, bringing light hues of blues, pinks, and purples into view. He feels it—the change that you asked about. He wonders whether that’s the only change that 2012 promises.

May 2012 | 12:16

➸ It's a miracle, really, with the compact schedules of both the Aoba Johsai girl’s volleyball club and your volleyball club that you were able to schedule a practice match.

While he hasn’t been able to properly watch one of your matches like you have his, he’s managed to grab recordings, praising you for your technique, your cunning on the court. This? This is something else.

“Is she even real?” Hanamaki asks after you made a ridiculous set to the MB after your setter got first touch.

“That is rather impressive,” Oikawa comments, leaning over the banister in an attempt to get a better look. “I wouldn’t have expected it from her.”

You’re moving better than you usually do, making the most of your position as opposite hitter—easily filling the space left by your libero in their absence while making yourself available to your setter when needed.

Seijoh’s coach calls for time and your eyes immediately find his, telling him that you’ve been completely aware of his presence. Your grin is wide and mischievous, dropping only when you turn your attention back to your team.

“We aren’t looking good here, guys,” Hanamaki remarks, pointing at the scoreboard. It’s true—you’re currently wiping the floor with Seijoh—but he’s aware, more than any of the others, of how much time you’ve put in with your team.

His phone chimes and he’s lightweight surprised to see your name next to the text claiming he’s your good luck charm, requesting that he stays till the end of practice if possible.

It’s easy to comply, easy to give you what you want. Not even an hour later, he meets you at the entrance to the gym.

You have that post-win glow and excess energy that makes him think you could keep going for another three hours. He sees it in you—that promise you had made at the start of the year, that drive to make it to nationals. He hopes you see it in him, too. They’re going to Tokyo in January. You will, too.

When he asks why you wanted him to stop by—not yet acknowledging that he’s late to his own practice—you respond with a soft smile.

“I just like seeing you. You’re my good luck charm, after all. I’ll bring by some fruit after I’ve had a chance to clean off, okay?”

He plays better during practice and he thinks that, maybe, you’re his good luck charm, too.

July 2012 | 20:35

➸ They should be going home but they can’t. Not yet. Ever since their most recent defeat at the hands of Shiratorizawa, they’ve been training harder, pushing themselves further, determined to do better in October.

He knows that he should temper this side of the team, that he should do more to get them to rest, to avoid overexerting themselves, but the sting of defeat—even a month later—hasn’t left them.

For whatever reason, he’s felt ashamed to admit defeat to you, though you were there and you know. Your game was held at the same time as his, except you won. It’s the first game of his that you were unable to watch, the first time that you weren’t there in the audience. Since then, he’s struggled with talking to you.

“Oi! What the hell, guys?” you call from the entrance, startling the third and second years still there. “Makki! You said practice ended an hour ago!”

He doesn’t like the feeling that rises in his chest at the knowledge that you’ve still been texting his friends, doesn’t like the idea that they’re keeping in contact with you when he’s failed to do so. He especially doesn’t like the cheery way that Crappykawa calls out to you with a sickly sweet nickname that doesn’t elicit a negative reaction from you.

“Come on, guys. I was going to take you out for Tōru-chan’s birthday!” Your pout is fake and you don’t hesitate to start helping put everything away, even if this isn’t your gym and isn’t your practice. Just for tonight, it’s like they have a manager.

It only makes his guilt worse and you do nothing to ease it as you approach him in the storage closet.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” It’s not an accusation, not an angry confrontation for such a slight like he’s sometimes seen with Oikawa’s fangirls. It’s a statement. The truth. At least he doesn’t deny it. When you ask why he tells you. “Iwa-chan. I think no less of you for the results of that match.”

When he doesn’t look at you, you grab his hand, demanding his attention. “Please come back. I miss you.”

After the gym is cleaned and the second-years are booted, you leave with the third-years to the restaurant you had in mind. If anyone notices the way your fingers intertwine with his on the walk, no one says a thing. And each time he risks a glance your way, he sees the shy smile that graces your lips, sees the slight discoloration of your cheeks.

It’s then he realizes just how deep he is.

September 2012 | 01:02

➸ You’ve been texting him nonstop, miserable during your friend’s birthday celebration. Some event in Tokyo that’s fine with 18-year olds, something that has your friends dancing, disappearing into the crowd if you take your eyes off them for too long.

He’s stayed up the entire time, worry eating at him despite your constant updates. You send pictures to accompany the texts, showing off your outfit, the venue, the city. In the ones that feature you, there’s often an edge to your smile, the sparkle in your eye absent. The reaction shots you send him are genuine, featuring a smile that he wants to think is just for him.

The last time you had texted him, however, was almost twenty minutes ago. His anxiety is through the roof, interrupted by a phone call.

“Iwa-chan?” your voice is broken, small. He immediately goes to worse-case-scenario, thinking that you’ve been attacked, that you’re hurt and six hours away.

“Iwa-chan? Are you there?”

“I’m here. Are you okay?”

The event is loud, still raging in the background, even at this time. It’s hard to tell if you’re sniffling or if he’s imagining things, projecting his fears on you.

“Ah… I’m fine, physically. Just… a little emotionally exhausted. I’m heading back to the hotel by myself right now and I just really want to hear your voice.”

“What’s going on? Where are your friends?”

“They’re still out. I have the keys, but I’m not trying to stay out with vomit on my pants.”

“I’m sorry—what?”

“Yeah. I went to the bathroom and some girl was sobbing and obviously drunk. When I tried to slip past her, she blew chunks. All over my leg.”

“That… sounds awful,” he says, a relieved chuckle leaving him.

“It is.” He can almost hear your pout, almost see the way it’s set on your lips. “Agh. Remind me why I agreed to come out with them?”

“Because you’re a pushover?”

“Hey! I am not! I’m just nicer to my friends than you are yours!”

“I’m nice to you, aren’t I?” Though that may be unrelated.

“Tch. I guess.”

“You guess?” he teases. “I could hang up and let you walk back to the hotel by yourself.”

“No, you wouldn’t.”

“No, I wouldn’t,” he agrees with a chuckle. “How’s the city otherwise?”

“It’s… nice. Busy. Maybe if the circumstances were different, I’d enjoy it more.”

“Don’t you visit each summer for that training camp?”

“Ah, not really. It’s the suburbs, not the city. The weather’s a little nicer, but I might as well still be in Miyagi if not for the better teams.”

The sound of the city disappears, indicating that you must be inside the hotel. He hears the soft chime of the elevator and assumes that you’re keeping silent to avoid your voice carrying.

“I’m here,” you confirm. “Do you… never mind.”

“No. What is it?”

You sigh, sounding unsure, but relent. “I was going to ask if you would mind allowing me to shower before I called you back. But it’s late. You should be asleep.”

“It’s fine. I don’t mind.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. Whatever you need.”

You’re silent, appreciating his words, before giving him a heartfelt, “Thank you, Hajime.” Your small token of gratitude has managed to steal the breath from his lungs, managed to fill his heart, managed to wake him up. Ten minutes later, you call again, talking about everything and nothing until you fall asleep on him.

He starts to toy with the idea of properly asking you out when you mumble his name in your sleep.

November 2012 | 23:53

➸ It’s a text just before midnight, the small plea for him to come outside, knowing that he’s still awake.

He had only recently returned home, staying out with the third-years in an attempt to finish on a high note, though the bitter truth came crashing down nonetheless. Just as before, he’s hesitant to show this side to you, worried about what you would think of him.

Your team won today. You’re moving to the next round, facing off against an incredibly tough opponent. All the same, his feet carry him to the front door, hand turning the knob without conscious thought.

In your hands is a thick, insulated bag, protecting its contents from the cold. Your expression is hopeful, albeit solemn. Instead of resting, preparing for the finals, you’re here, wanting to console him. It makes him ache with yearning, ache with annoyance.

Are you here because you pity him? Because he lost, unable to make that last spike count? Are you here because you want to celebrate your win? And what the hell are you doing here anyway? You have a responsibility to your team and you’re here instead.

“I brought you agedashi tofu. I, uh, I made it myself. I’m not the greatest cook, but I think it should be good. If you don’t like it, I could take you out to a proper restaurant or you could disown me. Whatever works best for you,” you ramble, anxiety coloring your words.

That’s all it takes for all of his frustrations and grievances of the day to wash away, for him to push aside all negativity and appreciate what you’ve done. That’s all it takes for the reality of the day, of their loss, of your presence here, of his feelings for you to hit him with the force of a train.

A small gasp escapes you as he wraps his arms around you, surprised at the blatant expression of affection initiated by him, surprised that he had closed the distance so quickly.

“Thank you.” It comes out in a whisper, almost like a reverent prayer of gratitude mumbled into your hair.

“Always, Hajime.”

January 2013 | 13:00

➸ The last text you were able to send was three hours ago. He’s watching the semi-finals on his phone, noting every receive, every serve, every spike, every set. Pride fills his chest as he watches you and your team move as one, almost as though he's watching the push and pull of the waves.

The other team is tough, one that makes it to nationals regularly, but you guys are putting up a good fight. The captain of the opposing team tries to get an off-the-partial block, taking advantage of the fact that your libero isn’t on the court. You leap, ensuring that her play doesn’t go unanswered.

Your receive connects, sending the ball back to your setter who’s able to pull off a quick attack. It's clear when your ankle rolls, when you stumble, that you've most likely sprained the joint.

His heart stutters as you try to push yourself up, try to ignore the injury, try to continue playing. Of course, you would. You’re so fucking obstinate, so fucking devoted to your team that there isn’t a part of you that you wouldn’t sacrifice for them, for the chance to play again.

Your coach subs you out, making certain to have your manager escort you to receive medical attention. As soon as the cameras are off of you, as soon as you’re out of sight, he minimizes the video and shoots you a text.

It’s not the comfort he wishes he could provide, but it’s the best he can do from well over 300 kilometers away.

It’s another twenty minutes until you respond with a phone call. There’s pain in your voice and he isn’t entirely certain whether it’s your ankle or the narrow loss of the match. Either way, he listens, only interrupting when your comments turn critical of your performance, reminding you that you did everything you could.

He tells you everything he needed to hear when he lost months ago, commending you for making it to Tokyo, promising to take you out for ramen when you return.

Before you end the call and return to your team, he overhears one of your teammates ask who you’re on the phone with.

“Go away, Nomi! ... I'll be right there! ... It’s my Iwa-chan, not that it’s any of your business! ... Yeah, yeah, tell coach that I'm coming.”

The hint of possessiveness in your tone as you declare him your Iwa brings an involuntary smile to your face that's impossible to remove.

“Your Iwa-chan?” he teases lightly, wanting to hear it again.

“Shut up, Hajime,” you bite back, clearly flustered. “I’ll text you when I’m back in Sendai, okay?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

March 2013 | 18:12

Maybe he’s being selfish, telling you now, or perhaps it’s cowardice.

Waiting until graduation to make a move? It’s not much time until you’re both away at university—something the two of you have surprisingly not talked about—and he isn’t certain whether he’s on the cusp of telling you because it gives him an out if you reject him or if it’s a guarantee that you’re his despite the distance. Not to mention his plans for potentially studying abroad like Oikawa, potentially leaving you here. Even if that’s a couple of years away and he doesn’t know your answer yet, that’s still simultaneously not enough and too much time. It honestly depends on your answer.

There’s something between you two, that much is undeniable, but he’s concerned that he’s waited too long. It’s been two years since you passed him your number, two years since you made the first move. But things are… different, right?

He’s important to you—one of the first people you call when you are in a bind, when you have good news to share, when you just want to talk. You’re attentive enough to offer comfort if he needs it, picking up on the most minute details that indicate something’s amiss. He never really thought that he needed something like that until you came along.

“Hajime?”

Turning, he finds you approaching from behind. Your hair is carefully done and you’re dressed to the nines, clearly meant to be somewhere else right now. It’s immediate—he feels as though you belong to a completely different world, one out of his reach. But your smile is warm, inviting, something that you give to him and him alone.

“You look nice,” he blurts out, flustering you both. “Are—do you have someplace to be right now?”

“Ah, technically,” you say, waving away the concern of your evening itinerary. “You’re more important.” The way that statement rolls off your tongue is astounding, as though it’s the most natural thing in the world, as though those three words haven’t stopped his heart.

“I, uh—” Shit. Of all the times when his brain could have short-circuited, why now? “I had something I wanted to tell you.”

His heart is pounding in his chest and concern flashes across your face, picking up on his nervousness.

“Hajime—” The ringing of your phone cuts you off and he encourages you to answer it, encourages you to give him a moment to collect his thoughts. “Mom? … I’ll be there soon, I promise. … Wait. What? … Are you serious? I did?! … I, ah, yeah! I’ll be there soon. I’m visiting with — yeah. Thank you!”

The exuberance that rolls off of you is infectious as you turn to him, eyes bright and full of pure, unadulterated joy. Until they aren’t.

“What’s wrong?”

“I—I received my acceptance letter.”

“That’s great! Where are you going?”

“California. I got accepted to an accelerated academic program offered by UCLA. I’ll be leaving in three weeks.”

Just like that, everything changes.

October 2013 | 16:20 (JST) 00:20 (PST)

➸ He’s running late—really late. He should have called you two hours ago but he got caught in a meeting with his academic advisor regarding his plans for UC Irvine. It’s well past midnight in California, but your hours have been all over the place with your academic schedule.

Shooting you a text, he hopes you’re asleep, hopes that you’re taking care of yourself. That doesn’t stop the wave of relief from flooding his being when you text back, telling him to call you.

“Hajiiii~” you whine as soon as the call goes through. “If I have to write one more essay on Machiavelli, I might die.”

“Machiavelli? Why do you have to study political theory if you’re pre-med?”

“Stupid UCLA and their degree requirements.” Your pout is apparent, even from over 8,800 kilometers away. He hears the exhaustion and exasperation in your tone, but he hears the happiness, too.

“Well, you’re smart enough that I’m sure you’ll be done soon.”

“Thanks, Haji,” you chirp.

“You wanna tell me what you’re still doing up? It’s midnight, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, but I miss hearing your voice.” It’s a small admission, one that doesn’t fail to make him smile. “Oh! And I was able to get in contact with Utsui’s assistant. I know you look up to him.”

“Really? That’s so cool! Wait—why were you reaching out?”

“There’s a physical therapy course that he’s offering in the winter and I need instructor permission before my advisor will agree to me taking a course from another UC. I really hope I get the chance to work with him while I'm here.”

He still hasn’t told you that he plans on going to Irvine to study under Utsui, that he’ll be joining you in Southern California. Honestly? He wants it to be a surprise. He listens to you tell him about your day, talking about everything and nothing, stays on the phone with you until he hears nothing but soft snores.

Before he discontinues the call, he hears you mumble, "My Hajime."

February 2014 | 07:41

➸ Steady knocking interrupts him as he prepares for the day, making him wonder whether he had plans that had gone forgotten. Pulling open the door, he’s surprised to see you.

His first thought is that he hasn’t woken up—he must still be asleep. But when he dreams of you, it’s of how you looked before you left. Your hair is different and you’re a little taller than you were when you left, but your smile is the same, one that you wear just for him.

“Hiya,” you trill, lifting your arms, revealing a box with his name etched on its top. “I’ve been working on perfecting this recipe for the last couple of months, so I hope you like them. If not, well, I’m in Japan until Saturday night.”

Without thinking, he pulls you into a tight embrace, all too eager to surround himself with nothing but you. Your arms wrap around him before you nuzzle into his neck, bringing him impossibly closer.

“I missed you,” you whisper. “I missed you so much.”

He wants to tell you that he’s missed you, that there’s not a fucking day that you don’t invade his thoughts. He wants to ask you to stay with him, to let him shower you with pent-up affection, to let him whisk you away to some secluded corner of the world for just the two of you, but he sticks with, “Stay with me this weekend?”

“As long as you want,” you promise.

“Don’t tempt me,” he murmurs. “Shit. How am I ever going to match this for White Day?”

“I don’t care. So long as I get to spend time with you now, I’m happy.” As soon as the last word leaves your mouth, he presses his lips to yours. For a moment, he’s certain that he’s crossed a boundary, certain that you’re going to turn around and go back to California. Then you pull him closer, returning his kiss with a satisfactory little hum.

If he wasn’t in deep before—and he was—then he has gotta be at the bottom of the fucking Mariana Trench at this point.

April 2014 | 19:10

➸ “Hajime?” you ask as soon as he enters your apartment. The aroma of your favorite taqueria fills the small space while you rummage through the kitchenette. “You wanna tell me why Oikawa texted me to, and I quote, ‘Get our man in check?’”

Iwaizumi laughs, knowing exactly what sparked this reaction in Oikawa.

“I didn’t realize that when I agreed to date you that you were already in a relationship,” you tease as you finish setting the table.

“Shut up,” he replies with a chuckle, making his way through the apartment as though it’s his.

“Make me.”

Your smile turns mischievous as he approaches you like a predator hunting its prey. Standing before you, the difference in height is exaggerated as you tilt your head up, maintaining eye contact.

His hand comes to cup your jaw before he leans in, kiss leaving you breathless, grasping at his shirt like he’s the only thing keeping you standing.

You pull back slightly, adoration visible in your eyes. “So? Are you going to tell me what you did to warrant an angry text from Oikawa?”

“OH! Yeah, you’ll never guess who I ran into today!”

“You… ran into someone? From Miyagi?!” you ask incredulously.

“Not just someone. Ushiwaka.” He laughs at your startled expression, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “Yeah! His dad is Utsui Takashi. We actually talked after I got the chance to meet him. Before we parted, I took a picture with him and sent it to Oikawa to rub it in.”

“Well… shit.” You glance around the apartment as his words sink in, only for your eyes to settle on the food that’s still waiting. “Oh. Why don’t you go get comfortable and tell me about your day after we eat? I can’t wait to hear all about your day!”

Warmth spreads throughout him at your words, at the domesticity of it all, at the thought that he could do this with you for the rest of his life, at the knowledge that it’s something he wants.

June 2014 | 04:29

➸ After ten hours, he’s here. His muscles are stiff from having been seated for so long but seeing you waiting for him beyond security makes his heart leap, gives him a small boost of energy. You’re rubbing the sleep from your eyes, waiting patiently with a pleased smile.

As soon as he’s past the threshold, you reach for his duffle and he swats your hands away.

“Hajime,” you pout, “let me carry something!”

“Not a chance, doll.” He’s tired enough that he doesn’t think about it when you pull on his free arm, draping it around your shoulders while pulling him close, being far more affectionate than the two of you would be at the Sendai airport.

“What do you have planned for us?” he asks as you direct him out of the air-conditioned building, the cool, humid air stagnant in the parking structure.

A hum builds in your chest as you consider his schedule for this trip. “Let’s get some sleep first, then I’ll take you out to eat, yeah?”

“Ah, a woman after my own heart.” You curl into him, bringing yourself as close as you can before you two approach your car.

“I wouldn’t say that just yet, not until you see what else I have in store for you, birthday boy.” Stretching, you press your lips to his cheek and pull away to open the trunk of the car.

Honestly, he could give two shits about receiving anything else, about doing anything more for his birthday. Being here with you is enough. He’s so close to achieving his goals and you’re right here with him for it all. There isn’t anything more he could ask for.

January 2015 | 00:00

➸ New Years’ in California is much warmer than he’s used to, but it’s better than not seeing you at all for end-of-year celebrations. While the two of you participated in typical Japanese traditions, there’s one western tradition that you wanted to do with him.

The entire city seems to be alight with energy and the countdown to midnight seems to echo throughout. You’re standing on the balcony with Iwaizumi, looking out to the city while the television inside calls it out.

Just before the countdown reaches zero, you turn to face him, only to find that his eyes are already on you. How could they not be when you’re the most beautiful being around?

You kiss him, pulling him close and allowing for him to get drunk on you—the feel of your skin beneath his fingertips, the taste of you on his lips, your scent that overwhelms him, clouds his mind, clearing any coherent thought that is not you.

His hold on you tightens, not ready to let go—not that he’s ever going to be ready to let you go—and you melt in his touch. He rests his forehead against yours, the giddy smile on his face refusing to go away. Then again, you’re in the same boat.

“Apparently, it’s said that if you don’t get a kiss at midnight, you’ll be alone and without love for the remainder of the year,” you whisper conspiratorily.

“Even if we had the entire ocean between us tonight, that wouldn’t be your fate,” he admits softly. It’s the closest he’s ever gotten to saying it, though you have to know by now, right? You look almost shocked, pleasantly so, before you nuzzle your face in his neck.

He knows how he feels, knows that you’re worth waiting for, worth fighting for. Even if you don’t know how you feel just yet, he can wait. All that matters is that he gets to share any part of his life with you, he gets to be a source of happiness for you.

April 2015 | 08:38 (JST) 16:38 (PST)

➸ Three months of hits and misses with you are really starting to wear thin.

It shouldn’t. He knows that it shouldn’t. He knows that you’re finishing up your accelerated undergrad program. He’s stepped up his own academic schedule to return to California sooner.

He knows better than anyone how insanely busy that makes a person, and you’re doing more than he is.

But he misses you more than he’s expressed—and he’s expressed a lot. He didn’t realize how much of a constant in his life you had become, not until he couldn’t talk to you like he used to, not until the sixteen-hour time difference really started to get to you both.

Even with all of that, it’s frustrating considering that he can still touch base with Oikawa more often. It’s frustrating that he’s an ocean away.

All that being said, his promise from New Year’s still rings true. His love for you hasn’t wavered, hasn’t changed in the least. It’s just… frustrating not being able to touch you, hardly being able to talk to you.

So the second his phone starts to ring, he decides he can skip this class.

“Hajime,” you say as soon as the call goes through, hushed almost like a prayer. If it is a prayer, it’s one he’ll gladly answer again and again. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too, doll. More than you can imagine.”

“I dunno—I can imagine a lot,” you laugh lightly, but he can still tell your smile doesn’t quite hit the same.

“What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”

“You mean outside of me missing you terribly? No. I’m just exhausted. I met with my academic advisor a half hour ago.”

“How'd it go?”

“Next quarter will be the last of my undergrad. I have to take the MCAT in June, but I’m on track to start my medical degree this autumn. Then four more years till I can come back home.” There’s something in your voice, some small insecurity, some small fracture that pains him.

“Is everything okay?”

“I—yeah. No. I don’t know.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Ask for anything, please, and he’ll give it.

“Stay on the phone with me?”

“Of course.”

August 2015 | 03:46

➸ He can’t get enough of you—not like this. It’s been eight fucking months since he’s been able to hold you, since he's been able to touch you. You’re here now and he can’t keep his hands to himself.

Your nails dig into the taut muscle of his shoulders, desperate to pull him closer, eagerly attaching your lips to the column of his throat when he gives you what you want, teeth grazing over his pulse point. The soft expletives that leave his mouth seem to spurn you on, seem to increase your hunger for him.

He loves you like this—open and exposed, something just for him. No one else gets to see you like this, gets to experience you like this. This is for him and him alone and he’ll revel in every second you grant him.

Capturing your lips with his, the kiss is messy, frenzied as he works his hand between you both. He swallows your moan, fingers circling your swollen clit, causing you to clench around him. You break away from the kiss with a high-pitched intake and a glossed-over expression.

“Oh, fuck, Hajime,” you breathe, voice breathy and barely there, “fuckfuckfuck—just like that.”

“Yeah? My pretty girl likes that?” You bite your tongue to withhold the whine that’s building up and he’s quick to put an end to that. “I wanna hear my girl when she comes.”

That’s all it takes to push you over the edge, for your gummy walls to close around him so tight that he has to stop, for you to scream his name as tears fall from the corners of your eyes.

Beautiful.

“Fuck, I love you,” he mutters in between thrusts, chasing his own orgasm. It isn’t until the soft gasp that escapes you that he realizes what he said. Your eyes are wide, questioning, almost hopeful before you pull him back to your lips, kissing him as though your life depends on it. He comes, orgasm washing over him, pulling away from your eager lips so he can breathe.

Taking a moment to catch his breath after pulling out, he presses his weight against you, head resting on your chest, ear just above your heart. You run your fingers through his hair as the last couple of minutes play in his mind.

“I meant it. It’s not just a sex thing,” he murmurs into your skin. Your fingers cease their movements and he hears the slight increase in your heartbeat, but you say nothing. Instead, you pull him up by his face and give him a kiss so sweet he wonders whether he’ll have a cavity when this is over.

You don’t say it back, but he doesn’t need to hear it. Just you knowing how he feels will be enough.

February 2016 | 14:28

➸ “Were you ever going to tell me?” he asks, frustration and hurt dripping from his tone.

“I don’t understand why it matters! They have no bearing on our relationship!”

“They’re your parents! I’m your boyfriend. I should know if they don’t like me,” he argues, unable to look away from your defiant expression.

It shouldn’t be like this, you two shouldn’t be arguing. Not now, not when he had come out to spend Valentine’s day with you. If he hadn’t been getting ready in your bedroom, he doubts that he would have heard your parent’s unannounced visit, doubts he would have heard the conversation not meant for him.

And fuck if it doesn’t sting—the truth of your parent’s opinion of him as your romantic partner, the fact that you kept it from him, the dismissal of that little dream that had been forming in his mind. And you don’t get it. You don’t understand how fucking much this hurts.

“They don’t get to decide who I’m with! For fuck’s sake, Iwa! The only two people who matter in this relationship are you and me! Everyone else can go fuck off,” you spit and he hears your hurt with the explicit reduction in his name. He can't even pretend that it doesn't pain him—the fact that you called him 'Iwa' instead of 'Haji' or 'Hajime,' or the fact that you're suffering, too.

“They threatened to cut you off financially. It’s not as though you can afford to stay here without them.”

“My entire life they’ve dictated what I do, where I go, who I see. Befriending you was the first choice I made on my own and I’m not giving that up for them. If they wanna cut me off, then so be it.”

His breath catches in his throat as your declaration rings in the air, giving you an opportunity to say something he wishes you didn’t.

“If this is a deal-breaker for you—my parents not liking you—then so be it. I’m not forcing you to be in a relationship with me, nor am I going to try to get you guys to get along. I’m tired of doing everything I can for a modicum of their approval.”

The fire that burned through you is gone now as though a bucket of water was dumped over you both, leaving nothing but an icy chill blowing through the room.

He closes the distance between you two, eyes never leaving yours, seeing the depth of your fear and your insecurity.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he promises quietly.

As much as he would like for you to have a positive relationship with your parents, you’re right. What matters most is that you two are happy together. Later, when emotions have simmered, you two can talk about it. Maybe then he can voice his insecurities and you can voice yours.

October 2016 | 05:50

➸ He isn’t sure where his body ends and yours begins, not that he minds. Your soft snores offer a soothing lullaby that keeps him in a state of tranquility, keeps him from getting up too early on his day off.

How—indescribable all of this is. It’s been nearly three months now, living with you in California, but he’s still in a state of disbelief.

He keeps waiting for the moment he wakes up, the shift in reality to remind him that he’s simply imagining, dreaming, hoping for this outcome. It’s too good to be true, to finally be here with you, to be one step closer to that dream of his that’s starting to solidify.

No longer is it only for him to become a physical trainer, for him to work alongside professional athletes, to push them to be their best, but now you’re in the picture beside him. Before, he hadn’t given it much thought, not truly. But now? There’s hardly a day that goes by where he doesn’t find himself thinking of the future he wants, wondering what role you’ll play in it.

True to your sentiments earlier in the year, you removed yourself from your parent’s influence, finding outside funding for your education, finding a new place to live with Iwaizumi once his graduation went through. You’ve already taken such great steps to show him that you’re serious about him, that you’re serious about the relationship, regardless of what obstacles may arise.

You shift on his chest, drawing his focus down to you. There’s the subtle change in your breathing that suggests your imminent change in consciousness and he can’t help himself when his fingers start to trail through your hair.

“Mmm,” you hum lightly. “G’mornin’, my handsome man.”

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.”

Wriggling your way up, you press a sleepy kiss to the side of his mouth before a small yawn escapes you. He turns to press a kiss to your forehead, loving the tired look full of near reverence in your eyes.

“What’re we doing today?”

“What do you mean, ‘what are we doing today?’ You have class,” he asks, knowing you wouldn’t willingly miss a class now that you’re on an academic scholarship.

“Class is canceled. Teacher got sick. Go figure,” you mumble, reaching under your pillow for your phone. Unlocking your phone, the email is still the open tab on your phone, sent four hours ago. “We never get to do anything anymore. Why don’t we go out and experience nature?”

He chuckles at your pout, mulling over the possibility of a day hike. “I’ve been meaning to go to Joshua Tree.”

“C’mon, then! Let’s do it!” Your excitement is interrupted by a large yawn, accentuating how exhausted med school is leaving you. “Coffee first.”

“Whatever you want, doll. All you gotta do is ask and it's yours.”

Anything, anything at all.

May 2017 | 11:06

➸ He’s tired. He’s tired of the commute—nearly an hour for a distance of fewer than fifty kilometers by car, longer with public transit, longer for you. He’s tired of the cost of everything here.

He’s tired of not seeing you, tired of missed connections, of maybe—if he’s lucky—feeling you come to bed in the late hours, of waking up to leave before you. He’s tired of the bickering, of the fighting, of taking out frustrations on one another instead of talking about it with one another.

He’s exhausted, thoroughly. Completely. He misses you more than when he was 8,800 kilometers away from you.

So, when UCI offered him a position as a T.A., he took it. At least it will keep him busy while he’s missing you. At least he can help other students interested in sport sciences—well, interested enough to take courses in the subject. It gives him a prime opportunity to work more closely with Utsui outside of his own classes with him, something he’s endlessly grateful for.

The undergrads are eager to get going early—not that he can blame them—and, as the quarter started last week, he has no objections to letting them leave ten minutes early. He uses that time to check emails, making certain that no other students have any urgent inquiries, that Utsui doesn’t need him for anything else for the day.

Your text tone chimes, asking when he’ll be done with his lesson for the day. When he asks why, you respond with a simple, “Come to the parking lot.”

He isn’t expecting to see you leaning against your car with a familiar insulated bag in your hand and your book bag on your back. You look tired, just as exhausted as he feels, and a weary smile appears when he comes into view.

“Hey, there, handsome.” Your voice is heavy with the reality of the last couple of weeks, no cheer or lilt to be detected. “‘M sorry for all of the arguing. I’ve been taking things out on you and it’s not okay. I want to do better.”

“It’s not just you. I’ve done the same. We’ve both been kinda shitty.”

“Mm. That we have. I have some food from your favorite restaurant and I thought we could have a little picnic?”

“That sounds… amazing. We can do that if we talk about what’s been going on.”

Tension visibly leaves you and the smile you give him is a little lighter. “Absolutely, Hajime.”

September 2017 | 15:39

➸ You’re sick. Something small, most likely the flu, but you’re caught in a state of panic over it.

At the beginning of the month, you both had to miss school due to evacuations for the La Tuna fire, apparently the largest fire in the area for half a century. While your school had understood, you had set up meetings months ago that will determine the trajectory of your studies and your life after graduation. Meetings that were impossible to get and are appearing to be impossible to reschedule.

And now, you’re on your way to missing your third day of school this week. He understands the panic, understands the pressure you’re putting on yourself. Even if he didn’t, he doubts that he’d be doing anything else right now.

Your tears are staining his shirt while he holds you to him, keeping you close while he hums the melody of one of your favorite songs. It’s hot in this bed—between you and your fever and the blankets, he’s sure he’s melting. But it’s working and he’ll turn into a puddle before leaving you alone to deal with this.

Soon enough, your sobs turn into little sniffles and your grip in his shirt loosens. He continues to rub soothing circles on your back, continues to hum various songs until it dies down completely. It’s when you don’t complain about him humming Ifukube’s Godzilla theme that he realizes you’re asleep.

He’s gentle in laying you down, intentionally grabbing your phone and placing it on silent before noticing three missed calls from your parents. Just as he attempts to turn Do-Not-Disturb on his phone, too, he receives an email from your mother.

As much as he wants to read it and address whatever concern they may have, as much as he wants to prove that he’s worthy of being your long-term partner, he knows that you need rest above all else right now. Whatever this is, whatever they need, it can wait, at least until after you wake up and your fever breaks.

June 2018 | 21:27 (PST) 01:27 (ART)

➸ When he comes home, the apartment's dark, nearly devoid of all life, save for the dim light coming from the closed bedroom door and your muffled voice. You’ve been frustrated with him for a myriad of reasons and him being late after a tutoring session with her doesn’t help.

This underclassman who’s taken a shine to Iwaizumi, disregarding his insistence that he’s unavailable, that he has a partner—though, the term he used was fiancée. It doesn’t help that you had later popped into his section—the same that she attends—and introduced yourself as his girlfriend a week later. Not that he could blame you since he’s still working on building up the courage to propose.

He tried to shrug her off, tried to get her to switch sections with the other T.A., tried to remove her from his tutoring schedule, but his department—and the union—firmly shut him down, citing the “fulfillment of his contractual obligations.”

It only got worse when she started messaging you, when she appeared during date nights, when she had blatantly made a move with you not four meters away.

And then there’s the situation with your dad. A triple bypass surgery demanded your return to Japan last October and you haven’t spoken to your parents since. Iwaizumi, however, has increased his communications with them since your mother reached out. He wants a better relationship with them, wants your father’s blessing when he asks again, but you’re insistent you want nothing to do with them. You had found out about their correspondence when your mom had emailed you to check in, including a question about Iwaizumi’s studies.

He should be glad that you’re still here, that you aren’t sleeping at school, but he sees the papers from UCLA’s Education Abroad Program, the pamphlets for an Argentinian medical program, and an award letter from the program director. He can't help but read it, but take in the offer extended—a full-ride for a term abroad, offering you a place due to your class ranking, ignoring the fact you hadn't applied. At least, that's the impression he gets from the letter, along with the fact that he doesn't remember you bringing up EAP before.

Approaching the bedroom door, he hears your side of the conversation with Shittykawa and he has to pretend that hearing you talk to him, call him ‘Ru’ doesn’t bother him. That it doesn’t bother him to hear you cry into the phone, asking what you did wrong, asking why things are the way they are.

He leans against the wall next to the bedroom door, sliding down until he’s seated on the ground. He listens to your insecurities, to your fears, to everything you spill to his best friend because you’re afraid to tell Iwaizumi. He listens as you broach the topic of doing a semester abroad in Argentina, something that wasn't even on your radar, not with your last year about to start. He listens to you admit that it's a great opportunity, that, perhaps, it's better for the relationship if you two spend some time apart.

Not like we see much of each other anyway.

It isn’t until it hits ten in California that he realizes it’s two in the morning in Argentina, that you’re still on the phone with Oikawa, that you still don’t know Iwaizumi’s home.

November 2018 | 09:45

➸ Oikawa’s ringtone can be heard in the kitchen where Iwaizumi had left his phone. It’s been two months since you left and a week since you called. The apartment is empty without you, even if all of your belongings are here, promising your return.

For what it’s worth, Oikawa’s been really helpful, carefully listening to both sides, understanding that it’s a case of frayed nerves, miscommunication, and shitty circumstances. So Iwaizumi wastes no time answering the phone.

“Iwa-chan! How’s California?”

“The same as it was two days ago. Kinda shitty and on fire.”

“Tsk. Always such a downer. Are you sure that it isn’t the absence of—”

“Her absence is exactly why it’s shitty and you know that.”

“Hm. I suppose I do,” Oikawa muses lightly. “Are you still on track to graduate just before summer?”

“Yeah. Spoke to my advisors this past week. I could graduate in two months, if I wanted, but…” if he does, then he’ll be leaving California. Leaving you. You’re nearly done with med school, almost ready to return to Japan.

He has no intention of returning alone. He’ll fight tooth and nail for you, for this relationship. Even if you two are… in a tough place, right now, he’s not going anywhere.

“Ah. Well. She misses you. She’s wrapped her pillow with one of your old Godzilla shirts.”

He snorts at the image, at the knowledge that it was you who had taken his shirt, that he hadn’t lost it at the laundromat. “That… sounds about right, I guess. How—how is she?”

“What? She hasn’t called you?” Oikawa asks, sounding surprised. Overwhelmingly surprised.

“No? She called me last Tuesday and I haven’t really heard from her since.”

“That’s—maybe she picked up extra shifts at the clinic? I could ask when I see her tomorrow.”

“You’re gonna see her tomorrow?”

“We were gonna watch a recording of the Adlers-Black Jackal’s game. I wanna watch Ushiwaka and Kageyama lose to Shōyō! Do you want me to tell her to give you a call?”

Iwaizumi hesitates, wanting to talk to you more than anything—actually, no, he wants to hold you more than anything—but he wants it only if you’re doing it because you want to.

“Nah. It’s okay. I’ll, ah, I’ll shoot her a text. Hopefully, we’ll be able to talk today or tomorrow. Hey, listen—”

“Iwa-chan. She’ll come around,” Oikawa states, catching onto Iwaizumi’s discomfort. “It was nice chatting with you, but practice is about to start.”

“Yeah, okay. Talk to you later.”

Iwaizumi sinks into the couch, letting his mind wander over what the future holds. With his program coming to an end, will he be able to find work with the V. League? When you return, will you two be able to reconcile properly? Will you want to be a part of his future?

Before he can spend too much time dwelling on the infinite possibilities that lay ahead, he receives a text from you.

Hey. I miss you. A lot. There’s so much I want to tell you but I know you’re probably busy. Please give me a call if your schedule permits? I have two days off, starting tomorrow. I’ll be watching a recording of the Schweiden-MSBY game with Crappykawa tomorrow, but that can be paused... I miss you. I hope you’re well.

December 2018 | 02:13

➸ He had come to Japan after being contacted by the JVA thanks to Ushijima’s recommendation, not expecting to be contacted by your parents when your dad suffered a massive heart attack.

Your cousin left a bit ago to pick you up from the airport and he’s anxious, both for the outcome of the emergency surgery and to see you for the first time in months. For the first time since officially courting you, they had finally said “yes.”

It came in the form of the hospital staff asking him to leave if he wasn’t immediate family—a request made by your mother—only for your father to brokenly tell them that Iwaizumi’s their future son-in-law. To make certain, he asked one final time, adopting dogeza in deference:

“Please allow me to marry your daughter.”

All he had wanted was to do right by you, by your parents, by his. While the two of you may not be sticklers for tradition, they are. And he wants for you to have a relationship with his family as much as he would like a… cordial relationship with yours.

“Hajime.”

It’s a breath of fresh air, the first thaw of the snow as it makes way for spring, the warmth of a cackling fire after a day in the cold. A whispered devotion full of words long unsaid, full of emotions long since bottled. It’s you.

He doesn’t care for Japanese customs or propriety—if anything, he can blame it on living in California for the last couple of years. Standing abruptly, he starts in your direction, allowing for relief to wash through him, for love to fill him. Opening his arms, you readily fall into him, readily accept him, openly ignoring your cousin’s blatant disapproval of such public affection.

“I—fuck, Haji. I didn’t expect to see you here, for you to still be at the hospital! Oh, shit. I’ve missed you. I’ve missed you so much,” you cry into his chest as tears begin to fall in earnest. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have left things the way I did. I’m so sorry.”

“You’re here now. That’s what matters,” he murmurs into your hair, glad to have you so close. “I, uh, I was already planning on staying until visiting hours officially open in the morning. I don’t know what you had planned on doing, but they probably won’t let me or Michiko enter.”

You still in his arms, reading the air, understanding what Iwaizumi isn’t saying. “Is okaasan still here?”

“I believe she’s trying to sleep in your father’s room. Kicked up a nasty fuss when they tried to get her to leave,” he tells you with a humorless chuckle.

“Yeah. That sounds like her. Will… will you come with me? I don’t want to go alone.”

After spending so long without you, he doesn’t want to let go so soon, prepared to agree to anything that allows him to be close. When you get to your father’s room, he waits outside. He tries not to listen to the soft words spoken between you and your mother, but there’s one piece of dialogue that he can’t ignore.

“We approve of him. Whatever happens today, know that we approve.”

“I—I don’t know what to make of that.”

“I would hope that you would take that as our blessing, but, knowing you, you wouldn’t have cared either way,” your mother bites, releasing some of the pent-up frustration on you. After a beat, she says, “He loves you.”

“I know,” you reply, voice a little softer than before.

“Do you love him? I imagine you must, with everything you were prepared to sacrifice for him.”

You’ve never said it aloud, not to him, anyway. He never needed to hear it, never needed it to know that you care, to know that he wants to be with you for however long you’ll have him by your side.

All the same, his heart stills with your answer.

“Yeah. I do.”

August 2019 | 22:27

➸ It rained earlier and the smell of damp concrete and asphalt still lingers in the air. This part of the city is relatively quiet and the atmosphere here is tranquil. It’s quiet enough that he immediately catches the small sound of the sliding door opening.

You wrap your arms around him from behind, pressing against his back, humming when he takes your hands and presses light kisses to them before returning them to their original position.

“You’re up late,” you comment lightly, pressing a light kiss to his shoulder. “Any special reason?”

“I wanted to see you, pretty girl. I have some news for you.”

“Oya?”

He snickers, remembering that guy with the rooster hair from the JVA that he had spoken with earlier in the day. “I got the job.”

“You got the job?!”

“I got the job,” he confirms with a wide smile, turning in your grip to face you. Your smile is just as wide as his, eyes shining with pride and love.

“That’s fantastic! We should celebrate!”

“Celebrate?” he asks, watching as you remove yourself from his arms to dance in the apartment, making your way to the fridge.

“Yeah! It’s not every day that a piece of your future falls into place, y’know?”

He follows you inside, watching with mirth as you continue to babble excitedly, opening a single beer for you both to share.

This. This is what he wanted. An opportunity to work with people passionate about their sport, to help keep them at their best while ensuring their safety. An opportunity to live with you in Tokyo as you continue pursuing a career in sports medicine.

“Hajime?” you ask, making him realize he missed the last minute or so of your rambling. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. It is. I, uh, there’s something that’s been on my mind,” he admits, taking the beer from you, steeling himself for what he’s about to do. You watch him with a soft expression, ready to listen to whatever comes out of his mouth.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Marry me.”

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🤍 Haikyuu WIP excerpts

preview post for hq because recently i showed sara a list of my works in progress and she laughed at me and then made a dn joke like this is 2015 or something. we got:

🤍 communal property /// ushijima x f!reader x tendou 🤍 sunshower /// atsumu x f!reader x osamu 🤍 corporate ethics /// kuroo x f!reader

anyway these are all terrible first drafts and i'm not sorry. however i am very very into these pieces and if you're interested in seeing them finished, you should tell me fr fr

🤍 communal property /// Ushijima x f!Reader x Tendou

Summary: Tendou shares everything with Ushijima—his food, his dorm room, even the AVs he likes. Why not his girlfriend, too?

Tags/warnings: poly relationship in progress (only you and Tendou are dating at this point), mild suggestiveness ??, s*ze k*nk

Status: 10k words written (holy fuck lol) out of ~11k total? this bitch better get finished is2g

After the match, your voice is hoarse from screaming but you still manage to yell congratulations for your boyfriend when you meet him and Ushijima outside the locker room in the stadium. You’re pumped on the adrenaline of the game, so you don’t even protest like you usually would when Tendou picks you up in the middle of your hug and lifts you off the ground effortlessly. “How was I? Awesome, right? I told you we would beat them!”

“You did, you so did—“ Even though your throat hurts, you can’t help gushing about every rally, every soul-crushing block, every impossible spike. “—and then the guy on the left thought he was clear to shoot it but you just—“ You throw your arms in the air and mime hitting the ball down like a blocker. “Wha-bam!—and the look on his face! I thought he was going to punch you!”

Tendou laughs and lays a sloppy kiss on your cheek, just as thrilled as you are by the win. “You really liked it that much? I thought you weren’t into sports.”

“I loved it! You were so cool! I can’t believe I’m dating someone so cool!” You wrap your legs around his back and hug his face close to yours, reveling in the fact that this weirdo belongs to you wholly and entirely, that you get to have him to yourself (well, other than his roommate). “And I’m not into sports, I’m into you.”

Tendou smiles in a way that makes the sides of his eyes crinkle up and little red patches bloom over his cheeks, a look that says, I like you so much (Y/N), I like you I like you I like you, except he’s probably trying not to be mushy like that since Ushijima is standing off to the side.

You feel a little bad for ignoring him (no one likes being the third wheel, even if he never shows signs of caring) so when Tendou sets you down you turn to Ushijima. “And you! Holy shit, Tendou said you were good, but I didn’t know you were that good. The ball when you hit it was super loud—honestly, how are your hands okay? If I hit it that hard I’d probably break something.”

“My hands are fine…this is normal for me.”

But just because you’ve got them here in front of you and you’re still pumped from the exhilaration of the win, you can’t help grabbing Ushijima’s hand and flipping it palm-up to inspect. True to his word, there’s no redness, just the calluses he’s built up on his long fingers. “Wow.”

“You don’t need to worry about Wakatoshi,” Tendou tells you, grinning and then making a face. “He’s a monster, he can handle it.”

“No kidding. You’re both monsters.” You put the base of your palm up against Ushijima’s to gauge the size of his hand against yours, and without prompting Tendou grabs your other hand to press against his own. Tendou’s fingers are a bit longer, but Ushijima’s are…thicker, more solid. Your hands look like a little kid’s in comparison. “Can I be honest? Half the time I was thinking I actually feel bad for the other team. If I had to take on both of you at the same time, I’d probably cry.”

You’re (mostly) joking, but it’s still a complete shock when you see the side of Ushijima’s mouth curl up a tiny bit. You’ve known each other for months at this point, but you’ve never seen him smile until now. Half of you is wondering if this is some kind of optical illusion caused by the atmosphere and the dim light of the stadium cutting through the evening, but the other half of you enjoys it. You made Ushijima smile. You did that.

“Don’t sell yourself short, (Y/N).” Ushijima says, tipping his head to the side.

“Yeah!” Tendou chimes in, resting his chin on top of your head and folding his arms around your neck from his place behind you. “I’m sure you could take both of us. Right, Wakatoshi?”

So that’s probably a sign.

🤍 sunshower /// Atsumu x f!Reader x Osamu

Summary: [Kitsune AU] You find an old Ō-Inari shrine in the woods that may not be as abandoned as it looks.

Tags/warnings: Shinto religion, this preview is biased toward tsumu oops, yearning/soft vibes

Status: 3.9k words written out of 5–6k? total

Atsumu was the one who found you.

That’s how he likes to talk about it, that he found you, like you’d still be wandering around lost in the woods if it weren’t for him. Osamu thinks you would have found your way back home eventually but Atsumu likes it better this way, this framing that makes it seem like they saved you.

It’s hard for him to tell time linearly the way humans do but you mention once that you’ve known them for a year and that seems to fit. It’s spring now, almost barely tipping into summer, and it was spring when Atsumu found you. He remembers because of the way it was raining: light and tender, a summer rain early in the season, each little drop tapping off a leaf and then rolling into the forest bed to be eaten up by the grass and the soil.

Atsumu likes the rain, likes the sweet earthy smell it makes and the way the plants look so lush and green and alive, like they’d bleed if he sunk his teeth into them. He was out in the woods because of the rain ('Samu was in the shrine, as usual, attempting to set buckets under the millions of holes in the roof so the rainwater wouldn’t pool and rot through the wood underneath). But Atsumu was half asleep in a tree when he heard you crashing through the undergrowth, tripping over ferns and snapping every twig in your path (thought ya might be a bear, he tells you later, that’s how loud ya were) but he wouldn’t really have woken up if he hadn’t heard you singing.

(The odd thing is, you weren’t actually singing. You remember that day as vividly as they do: the warm, humid air making your skin feel sticky under your yellow raincoat; the tiny raindrops filtering through the canopy and kissing your cheeks; the ink feathering out on the damp xerox of the old map you found in your great-aunt’s attic so you could barely make out the “X” that was supposed to mark the location of the lost Inari shrine… You were cursing how stupid you’d been to go on a wild goose chase into the mountains with no cell service and no marked trail to look for a shrine that no one had seen in decades. You definitely weren’t singing.)

But Atsumu remembers it differently. No matter how many times you explain that you were just talking to yourself, when he replays the sound of your voice back then (reaching and lilting and falling, the way the birds talk to each other in the early morning, except the music of it was poured into syllables and words), it sounds like you’re singing. He wasn’t sure at first, hadn’t heard a voice that wasn’t Osamu’s in so many years that he gets tired counting them, but then he saw you push into view from between two bushes and he thought, a human!

A girl, too—it was hard to say at first because you were wearing that weird, slick jacket of yours, so bright yellow it was like an oversized flower blooming out of the grass, but then you tilted your head up to feel the rain on your face and the hood fell down and he knew. Not just a human, a girl! Atsumu wanted to yell for Osamu, make him come and confirm that there was a person wandering around not a mile from the shrine. A real person! Singing and smiling and wiping the rain off her cheeks (does that mean you like the rain, just like he does? did you come out to feel it too?) But he also wanted to surprise Osamu so he hid his tails and his ears and came down from the tree and asked if you had lost your way in the forest, since you were so far from any path…

When you think back on this yourself you’re amazed that you just went with him: a strange boy (man?) wearing a fox mask and traditional Shinto priest robes, which were somehow pristine white and red despite him having appeared from nowhere in the middle of a dense forest, who told you he had no idea what direction the village was but he could take you to the Inari shrine you’d been searching for…well. Maybe you were too surprised to be wary, or maybe you were just exhausted and lost. But you like to think you had a sense of it even then, the irrational belief that the boy in the woods was not just a boy in the woods.

Atsumu thinks you knew. Humans always understand, even when they try not to… He remembers, he took your hand that day in the forest and you saw that the claws on his fingers were too long to be human, and you said nothing because on some level you already felt it. Your skin was cool then, smooth and damp from the rain; he wanted to stop, run his hands up your arms, touch the places on your face where your mouth had been turned up at the corners and press his fingers into your cheeks.

🤍 corporate ethics /// Kuroo x f!Reader

Summary: [Office AU] The new junior marketing associate just happens to be Kuroo’s favorite camgirl, and he’s having trouble keeping his hands to himself.

Tags/Warnings: boss/employee, businessman!Kuroo as a reformed player, camgirl reader, this excerpt has a lil bit of 18+ content 👀

Status: 1.2k words written out of 4k? words total

Kuroo doesn’t watch porn.

It’s not, like, a moral principle or something. He has nothing against pornography. As far as he knows, it’s perfectly normal for single men. He just doesn’t like it…unless it’s you.

When he was in school it was easy. Being a teenager meant being so flooded with hormones that a warm breeze could get him up, and the adrenaline rush of winning a game was better than any big-titted porn actress faking moans into a shit-quality boom mic. Sure, he watched porn back then (what teenage boy didn’t?), but it was more out of curiosity than necessity. It was all kind of a mystery at that point, the way it can only be when you’re a clueless virgin and you and all your friends are too busy practicing for the next game to get girls.

Somehow Bokuto was the first one in their friend group to lose his virginity, and the memory of the dumbass self-consciously describing the experience has been lodged in Kuroo’s brain for the 10+ years since. “It was…I don’t know. She smelled good. You know how girls always smell good?” Bokuto’s hands twitched and his face was pink. “It’s just really…soft.”

Soft was right, Kuroo would reflect when he got laid for the first time a few months later. Soft, warm, wet. Sex was awkward at first, but before he knew it it was more natural than breathing.

It didn’t change much after high school, either. He didn’t get into volleyball for the groupies, but they didn’t hurt. There were girls when he played for his college team, more girls when he joined a business frat, so many girls he couldn’t keep track…they blurred together after a while. It didn’t take effort. You don’t need game when you’re 6’2 and you’re in the gym 40 hours a week, and you definitely don’t need porn.

So he never got into it. Now that he’s promoting volleyball instead of playing, things are more complicated. Kuroo’s never been the type who expects things to fall in his lap, but there are so many rules when it comes to dating in the real world. Good morning texts, anniversaries, flowers, parents. It’s exhausting. One time—seriously, just one time—Kuroo misses his girlfriend’s birthday to go watch a Jackals game, and the next time he sees her she throws her drink on him in public and keys his car. After that, Kuroo decides that until he’s ready to settle down there will be no more girlfriends. Which means no more reliable sex. Which means resorting to porn.

Which means you.

You, batting your eyelashes at the camera and biting the side of your lip. You, purring and mewing like a kitten. You, lying back on your pretty pink bedsheets in your pretty pink lingerie, sliding your hands between your legs. It takes Kuroo a full month to decide to pay for access to your website (Kenma’s unsolicited recommendation) but it takes less than five minutes for him to upgrade access to premium. You look like a wet dream—no, you look like the centerfold of every dirty magazine Kuroo managed to get his hands on when he was younger. Pristine and alluring and so deliciously out of reach.

And you make it so simple. No delicate emotional games with rules Kuroo never bothered to learn. No pretending to care how your day was. You untie the little bows on the side of your panties and lick your fingers and Kuroo just has to take his dick out and watch you. Getting off hasn’t been this easy for him since college. You’re a camgirl, you exist on his computer screen, and that’s how he likes it.

Which makes it a lot more awkward when Kuroo finds out that the only woman he’s gotten off to in the past…year, maybe?…somehow just got hired in JVA’s sports promotion department as his junior associate.

Your prim work blouse is buttoned up to the collar and your makeup is different, but he knows it’s you. You have to tell him your name twice because he’s too stunned to respond the first time, and even then he can’t summon up more of a response than a curt nod because his mouth tastes like dirt.

You smile a little awkwardly at his cool reception, and the hand you’d extended out to shake swings back down to your side. “Um, the guy at HR said he sent up my info yesterday…I’ll be working directly underneath you?”

Directly underneath me. Kuroo is taking a sip of his coffee when you say this. He doesn’t spit it out, but it’s close.

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