#hinata shoyo oneshot

[junosmindpalace]

SHE WANTS YOU!

🎧 you’re proud to be my man, and i won’t let you go!

synopsis: they just can't see what a particular fangirl of theirs is trying to do...with the msby 4!

content: litte bits of insecure reader and little bit of clueless msby. but fears are put to rest. fluffy. casual intimacy. they are Smitten & loyal bfs

total wc: 4k

BOKUTO: Kotaro has always been good at handling difficult people. It just wasn’t in his nature to think the worst of them, and he handles even intentional malice by interpreting it as genuine questions or comments that needed a response to. And so he’d reflect and answer honestly how he felt, and that was often times enough to shut those kinds of people down. 

Even the seemingly most malicious kinds of people Bokuto eagerly approached in a friendly manner and treated as a close friend. That, of course, included his fans. 

He's always been one to enjoy basking in the limelight, being praised for his strengths and acknowledged for his easy going attitude. It was a great bolster to his self-esteem; he loved the people, and boy did they love him. 

It’s because of Kotaro’s easy going attitude that made forming a relationship with him very easy. 

Boundaries can become more easily crossed, but Kotaro doesn’t have very many, which only encourages fans to attempt to see just how far they can tread over the line before they’re pushed back on the other side of it. 

Of course, there was nothing wrong with fan interactions, especially on your end; your heart swelled when you saw the ways his fans supported him and how much joy your boyfriend took in connecting with them. Their support meant just as much as his love for the sport he plays.

But there’s one fan you just can’t help but get a bad feeling from.

It’s more instinctive than anything, but the fact that you’re a little too familiar with her doesn’t sit right with you. She's somehow managed to catch Bokuto at all his events, and talk with him outside of matches before he's due to depart from the arena. She's always eager to catch him, even at the very last second, but since it’s Bokuto, he has no qualms, and happily stays to chat for a couple of minutes before the coach insists the team needs to get a move on. 

And then she’d start to slowly up the physical touch, from brushing her hand against his skin while reaching for something for him to sign, to fully grasping his arm as she laughs at something he said. 

You knew he wouldn’t believe you at first when you brought up your concerns. 

“Really? I mean, I don't blame her for coming back for more; I'm awesome! But she’s only a fan!”

This one particular person you had a bad feeling about was not exempted from your boyfriend's goodwill, despite over time becoming more obvious with her intentions. Eventually, she began treating him like an old friend with some underlying feelings. 

“I don't think she has bad intentions.” he’d answer honestly in response to your concern. Of course, Bokuto doesn’t want to believe that this nice fan of his has an underlying agenda with her eager conversations, but he can at least see that the situation has been stressing you out with each reluctant drop of the subject, lip jutted out as if not fully soothed by his reassurance. 

She’s there in the crowd again, and you know that after the game, no matter the outcome, she’ll go looking for your boyfriend as he sticks around for a couple of interviews to conclude the day, and you dread it. The game goes smoothly, with Kotaro in perfect form, something you know he wasn’t able to achieve very often back in his high school days, and you can’t help but marvel sometimes at the amount of progress he’s made.

When the Jackals eventually file out of the gym after their triumphant win, you make a beeline for each other. He quickly runs to meet you halfway in one of the halls, caught up in his adrenaline high from the game as he wraps his arms around your waist and spins you off the ground. He’s sweaty, and how he still has energy is beyond you, but you don’t care and immediately reciprocate the affection, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“Did you see me? Did you see how amazing I was out there?” he badgers excitedly as he puts you down, and you nod with a grin. 

“You did so good, Ko! That spike in the final set was—“ 

“Kotaro! You were incredible!”

Your grip on his forearms immediately tighten, and the two of you both look over your shoulder to see her jogging up to the two of you with a breathless laugh. 

“As always, of course. I knew you’d be able to power through their defense!” 

“Well, not always.” Bokuto let’s out a little laugh and peeks from the corner of his eye at your tense smile. She seems to take notice as well, and hers only widens. 

“Give yourself more credit,” she scoffs playfully. “I noticed even in this game that you—“ 

“I appreciate the kind words, but I can’t stay to chat.” he smiles at her, wide and genuine, and you look down in surprise when you feel his arm wrap around you, his hand squeezing your shoulder as he brings you to his side. 

“My partner here is treating me to a celebratory meal!” 

The two of you both blink in surprise at his words. Typically no matter how crowded his schedule, he always spares a couple of minutes to chat. 

“Oh, well… I suggest this one sushi place nearby. I can pull up the location!”

“That's alright! Y/N already promised to take me to one of my favorite places. It was nice seeing you again!”

And with that, he takes your hand and drags you off with a bounce in his step and a smile still plastered on his face.

There isn’t a single indication that any of his words were fake or had a malicious undertone meant to humiliate her. Only that he was vocal in that he prioritized you over her. 

You gave him a teasing smile. “So, when did I say I'd be treating you?” 

“You mean you won’t?!” he whips his head toward you with a heartbroken expression, as if having fully expected that you’d reward him for his incredible performance. 

“No, no, of course I will. Anything you want.” you grinned, bumping his shoulder as his grip on your hand tightened and his smile widened, and he continued to boast about how great his plays were. 

He later posts a message of thanks to his fans for all the support he received for the match on his socials with a photo of the two of you enjoying your meals. You can now be confident that no other fan will be testing their luck with his boundaries any time soon.

MIYA: Atsumu is solely focused on himself. On his plays. On sharpening his skill. On having his fun.

And, of course, on you. 

Atsumu, as much as it has been stereotyped for him, is not one to look for validation in his fans. Whether they’re a fangirl or an old man in the stands who's watched the game all his life, he does not care for their criticisms nor their compliments. The only people he at all considers feedback from is his coach, his brother, and you. That doesn’t mean he’s immune to what they say about each one of his plays, however. He gets down when the commentators call out a bad play, and pumped when the stadium roars with cheers for him. 

But because of this sort of suave personality of his, people fit him into the mould of a playboy. And because he has such high expectations of the people around him, people have assumed that he had high expectations of his romantic partners as well.

Someone rich, someone famous, someone absolutely drop dead gorgeous. That was who the majority of Atsumu's fans assume is his criteria for a partner. And so, when he’s spotted out with a celebrity he’s been working closely with for a modeling partnership, one that happens to exceed all of those expectations, it’s no surprise that dating rumors regarding the two of them being in secret kahoots start to circulate among not only their individual fanbases, but the sports community as well. 

Multiple comments claiming the encounters to be a “soft launch” made your eye twitch as you encountered them under related posts. You couldn’t help but sometimes find yourself laughing at those who insist that it’s obvious they’re in love with one another. 

Perhaps the celebrity he’s been hanging with was in love with him, as she hasn’t been the least bit shameless in expressing her admiration and adoration for your boyfriend, but Atsumu had not the slightest bit of romantic interest for her. You knew through his exasperated rants about her being difficult and obnoxious. But, of course, nobody else knew. 

Still, he works with her for quite a bit of time. And though you know Atsumu isn’t the type to be disloyal, certainly not toward you, you can’t help but let the rumors get to your head sometimes, and in turn an insecurity manifests in the form of an ache in your chest or a lump in your throat. It doesn't help the fact that this celebrity is constantly posting her time with him online, and “playfully” validating comments that ship the two of them together. 

He tells you to get off of social media when you get down about the situation. It just isn’t worth the mental torture; and besides, their relationship is strictly professional. It's the only reason why she’s so friendly. For a man who loves to bask in whatever praise he’s given, he sure seems oblivious to the very obvious clues she’s been dropping him. He has to believe it’s strictly the guise of accomplishing successful business. 

Still, it’s not like you make a conscious decision to go against his words and subject yourself to further irritation and insecurity. You couldn’t help yourself; you knew very well that, compared to her, you were a nobody. You couldn’t compete with everything she had. 

You slowly started to agree with the comments who argued that they should get together; they do look pretty good together, they are extremely compatible. And above all else, she could probably support him way better than you ever could. You swear to yourself you don’t feel jealous, bitter, petty--not in the slightest.

But the sour expression Atsumu comments on one evening while the two of you lounge on your couch as you yet again scroll through comments claiming your boyfriend would suit someone not like you has you reflecting otherwise. 

“What’s with the look? Reading the news?”

“Mm.” Is your vague reply, eyes not peeling away from the screen in front of you. Atsumu’s curiosity grows, and he raises an eyebrow. 

“What’s it say?” 

A moment of silence between the two of you as you continue scrolling. When you finally process the question and silence, you inhale sharply and finally look up at him, closing your phone and setting it on the coffee table beside you. “No, it’s nothing. Just something online.” 

“Ugh. Don’t tell me you’ve been scrolling through those comments again.”

You shoot him a glare at his insensitivity, but also at how quickly he was to figure it out. The sour look on your face has become synonymous with that topic that Atsumu could easily recognize as the source of your frustration.

“Fine. I won’t tell you.”

He groans as he collapses on top of you, closing his eyes and nuzzling into the crook of your neck. You grunt in pain at the sudden weight, and still annoyed from his previous comment, you try to pry his face away, which only makes Atsumu stubbornly latch even harder onto you. “Atsumu!”

“I told you, those people have no idea what they’re talking about. She’s insufferable.”

“I know.”

It’s a statement, but the sad tone in which you say it makes Atsumu’s heart sink. He opens his eyes and tilts his head to look up at you, chin digging into the side of your arm. “You’re way prettier.”

You roll your eyes. “Thanks.” 

“And your place is nicer. And your food is tastier. And your humor is better than hers.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh as you feel your heart lighten a little at his attempts at picking you up, and Atsumu feels his own growing lighter, too. “Don’t tell Osamu about the food thing.”

“Oh, no, his is still better than yours.”

“Of course it is.” You reply back as if it were hardly a matter that needed to be debated. 

Atsumu was good at this; making you smile, making you laugh, making you feel loved and wanted. It didn’t take long for him to stomp on the insecurities that managed to manifest in your heart in order to lessen their load on you. He wouldn’t stand for his partner to feel inadequate compared to someone else, especially since Atsumu chose you. You and your wit, your kindness, your passion, your talent, your everything. 

He stays over that night as he often does, and he knows he really shouldn’t do this, but the people he cares about came before anything else. And what’s the worst it could do, really?, responding to a couple of comments?

Needless to say that Atsumu’s replies talking you up about how great you are under his shippers’ comments make headlines on news articles the next day--and show the world just who his heart truly belongs to regardless of who you were. 

HINATA: Much about him is different, upgraded. His technical skill has immensely bolstered since his high school days. He's able to pull off more in games; impressive feats achieved by his lightning quick reflexes and speed, once aiding him in his high school signature quick now aiding him in setting and receiving, sharpened by his intense training in the South. Even his physique is different; still shorter than most players you’d encounter in the realm of volleyball, but he’s grown a few inches and packed muscle all around. If that wasn’t enough proof of his hard work, his tan surely gave away just how much he dedicated himself to the sport with all the time he spent out in the sun training. 

All of these things, along with his impressive performance on the court, have made Shoyo Hinata quite popular, and not simply for what people used to cheer him on for; being the underdog, or one half of a fearsome duo. His journey as a player aided him in his career, and all on his own has he established himself as an indomitable force. 

People admire him for that. You admire him for that. You couldn’t blame the people who were so amazed and star stricken by him; how could you when you were as well?

But sometimes it went overboard, and sometimes it seemed like you were the only person who took notice. Sometimes this one sided observation was accidental; he’s too absorbed in his game; in the blood rushing to his ears, in the thrill of a good game-- that he just doesn’t notice. Sometimes you purposely keep the observation one-sided; these kinds of fans are inevitable, and the rational part of you knows they won’t compromise your relationship by any means. 

There's one enthusiastic interviewer that’s a fan of Shoyo’s, and that he’s very friendly with; as he is with all of them. But this one in particular has managed to latch onto him because of it. You see her and her crew at every one of his games, big or small, and always openly expresses her very immense love for the sport; and for him. 

Of course, Shoyo only understands “volleyball”, and you know that he’s always been giddy over being shown on the front covers or interviewed online, and so he’s always eager to accept a conversation with her, especially since she’s so friendly and knowledgeable.

iIt’s late in yours and Shoyo’s apartment when they run the interviews and live games from a big game earlier that season. As they start to discuss the Black Jackals, you call for him over your shoulder in the kitchen, where he’s preparing dinner.

“Sho, hurry, it’s starting!” 

You can hear the increased urgency in his movements, but they die out as you watch one of his interviews from a very familiar news channel come onto screen. Your boyfriend, from hours earlier, stares happily at the interviewer behind the lens.

“Your skill and strength was absolutely incredible in this game- as it always is. You were also very impressive in high school, you must’ve been really popular—especially with the girls.”

You felt your smile drop slightly, not even hearing the curses coming out of Shoyo’s mouth as he fumbled around in the kitchen. 

The Shoyo on screen chuckled and rubbed his neck. “Oh, no, not really. Many didn’t even believe I was a starter!” 

“Oh, that’s me!” Present Shoyo struggling with your food calls out excitedly from behind the kitchen wall. 

“I know!” you laugh over your shoulder, and you recognize the interviewer’s also intermingling with yours, which only makes your irritation grow. 

“You’re so impressive though, especially now! I'm sure there isn’t a single person out there who wouldn’t want to be with you.” 

You could feel a vein in your head pop and your eye twitch, but you were caught off guard by on- screen-Shoyo’s next words.

“Well, I wouldn’t really know; I have an amazing partner who I'm always looking at, so if there were, I wouldn't have noticed!” he laughed, and it’s so sincere that your heart flutters at the honesty behind it.

“Ohh, that’s so sweet.” you hear the interviewer speak again, and you laugh at the significantly less cheer in her voice. “They must all envy—?“

“Y/N!” he interrupts to introduce you with a cheerful nod. “Yeah, I'm not sure. I know I used to envy their admirers.” he reflects with a short laugh. “But they’re truly my biggest supporter, and always put up with my schedules and drills. There’s one drill in particular actually—“ 

He goes back to droning on about the subject at hand, about his volleyball training and how it impacted his performance in the game, but by the time Shoyo from behind the kitchen wall finally arrives into the living room, the main spokesperson has moved on to discussing other players and matches. 

“Aw, did I miss it?” Shoyo cries disappointedly as he speeds into the room, sliding your plate down on the coffee table in front of you and taking a seat beside you on the couch with his own. 

You grin at him, mind still on his words from before and you nudged him. “Took you long enough.”

“You could’ve helped.” he grumbles and you kiss his cheek sympathetically with a small sorry, and from the way he brightens and his cheeks tint pink, you can tell you’re immediately forgiven. 

And as he gushes in awe of the other players’ highlights and interviews, a small part of you can’t help but think back on his words and feel a little smug with yourself when you also remember the interviewer’s awkward disposition after he had brought you up. You can’t help but be comforted to know that the innocent mention of you was not only a reminder to her, but to those like her, that his heart was fully committed to you and only you.  

SAKUSA: If there was one aspect of Sakusa’s career he particularly disliked, it was the fans. 

It was evident that he couldn’t care less about the fame he had or the things people were willing to do for him or had to say about him (unless they were directly interfering with his life), and you couldn’t help but feel some sort of relief to know Kiyoomi would not spare a single glance at some of his more fiercely devoted fans.

Yet of course, your problem had to lie outside of that realm.

Your problem was not an avid fan, who had the circumstances of a parasocial relationship to comfort you, but a colleague of Kiyoomi’s whom the Jackals worked pretty closely with; and happened to be quite a fan of your boyfriends.

You felt bad getting worked up over something so petty, but her persistence in trying to extend her relationship with Sakusa into something friendlier couldn’t help but sound off alarm bells in your head. You already knew that your boyfriend had a million other nuisances to deal with, and you had no intention of adding onto that list with your selfishness and unjustified uneasiness, especially when you knew your boyfriend had strict boundaries he wouldn’t compromise for anyone. 

Well, almost anyone. 

She was shamelessly unprofessional at times, attempting to emulate your affectionate behavior towards him in hopes that she’ll receive the same sort of submissive response that only you could get out of him. 

Your boyfriend, for the sake of keeping good business, tolerated the over-friendliness, and saw it as nothing more than an attempt at trying to seem more casual and easy going in a business setting. 

You’ve attempted to subtly bring up your discomfort at times when she got too out of hand for your liking, typically when the two of you were in the car or lounging around at home. You’d ask his thoughts about her behavior or her personality, to which he respond with something that amounted to the conclusion that: “she’s just doing her job.” 

She’s tagged along on one of the away games that you so happen to also be coming along on. She's been quite enthusiastic on sharing her research on the area they’re staying in to him, and she doesn’t spare a single detail as he prepares to head out for the day. 

“--and apparently the food in this area is extremely good. Everyone says that you can’t visit without trying it. There’s this restaurant in particular not too far from the training center! I’m sure I can get the two of us reservations before we--” 

“Why would we do that?” he asks suddenly, obviously already irritated by her incessant conversation, turning toward her with a frown. 

Her expression is one of shock and slight embarrassment for a moment before she recollects herself. 

“Just…you know, to sample the cuisine!”

“Is it business related?”

Again, blunt and to the point, the woman needs a moment before she responds.

“Well--”

“My partner and I have plans while we’re in the area. You can talk to my manager about scheduling a meeting regarding any matters you have to discuss. I've already discussed with them my availability.” 

You start to approach him as he finishes setting the remainder of his gear into his training bag, and the woman yet again tries to recollect herself after suddenly being met with the fact that Kiyoomi was already taken. He looks up at you waiting for him by the gymnasium doors, and doesn’t even spare the woman a single glance or wave before making his way over.

He bumps your shoulder as he strides in step with you, mumbling “let’s get out of here.” and then “are your hands clean?”

And when you mumble a yeah in response, he reaches down to take one in his, intertwining your fingers and leaving just enough room for the woman watching your backs to be able to see the rare show of affection. 

You’re caught off guard by the sudden pda, and glance over your shoulder, then back at him in confusion. He feels your quizzical gaze on him and sighs exasperatedly. “She wasn’t just doing her job…”

You couldn’t help but hum a little pleased with yourself, puffing out your chest a little when you realized that she didn’t get her way, and squeeze his hand a little tighter. He shoots you a look at you a little with a roll of his eyes and squeezes back. “We’re going back to the room.”

“Actually, I heard there was a really nice restaurant around here. I was thinking of trying to get us reservations.”

He stared down at your eager smile and bright eyes and found his resolve waning the longer he did so. He turned his gaze back toward the front. “Okay. Room first, though.” 

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[fairytsuk1]

shoyo was always by your side, literally.

in his opinion, it was the definition of love to stick by your partner both mentally and physically, so he had no qualms about a soothing hand tracing circles across your back or invading your personal space.

(though it's not really invading, you couldn't hide your happiness from him of all people.)

"mhm, shoyo," you whisper as your boyfriend sidles up close to you under steaming water, "thought you were gonna go to practice?"

you already know his aim, slippery hands ghosting under the curve of your breast and making moves downwards. you couldn't lie and say you weren't turned on; shoyo knew you loved surprises.

"i know! but then i started thinking... about you, and your body. thinking of you all soapy and slippery, so i changed my mind!"

his words make a shuddering breath puff out of your chest as he grazes across your tummy like he's seeing your naked body for the first time.

"oh," his lips are suckling the soft skin on the column of your neck which only makes you press your legs together as his hand launches its attack.

he's faster, almost condescending but loving as he shoves his hand between your legs and murmurs, "too slow, cutie."

his words juxtapose his actions, fingers making quick work of your clit in means of circles and pressing you so tight to his body that you can't even attempt to move away.

"shoyo! it's too much, gimme a sec," you plead, feeling the coil of your orgasm grow and grow with every wet slide of his rough fingertips.

"you look prettiest like this," you can feel his cock aching against the small of your back, "can't i just put one inside?"

panting, you cant your hips up with a mewl, "please?"

shoyo pecks your lips sweetly as three fingers push past resistance and crook up to make you see stars.

"i love being this close to you! i love seeing you squirm as i fuck my fingers up into you," it's so filthy, and he's practically transfixed on the way your greedy hole clenches on his fingers.

"have to stretch you out for me, you know? 'ts too big, don't wanna hurt you..."

you cry that you want it, feeling yourself about to tip over the edge when he roughly thumbs your clit.

"cream on me, baby."

your body reacts perfectly, hushed whispers of good girl, that's it, and kisses fill your mind as you freeze. the feeling overwhelming you as your boyfriend works you through it. even his strength keeps you upright.

"you're wonderful," and his hand reaches for his hardened cock, "you'll help me too, right?"

and you sink to your knees.

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[luvingtsumu]

TODDLER!HAIKYUU BOYS that will be possesive over their favorite daycare caregiver.

His favorite game was when you pretended to be a princess and he was the brave and charming knight that saved you.

For his 3 year old brain, you were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen, you always made sure his milk was warm and that he had his favorite stuffed animal whenever he took a nap.

Every time he saw you with another child on your arms, he felt the absolute betrayal. Why would you take care of another kid that wasn't him!?

"No!" he whined as he hold onto your leg while you had in your arms a sleeping little boy "y/n mine!" he puffed out his cheeks as he intensely pulled your shirt trying to catch your attention back to him.

You found him adorable, but every day it was more difficult to keep him from pushing the other kids that got close to you, and you were sure his mommy didn't like you because he seemed to like you more than her; and it was always a problem when she came to pick him up, because he never wanted to leave their place in your arms.

—MIYA ATSUMU, MICHINARI AKAGI, RYUNOSUKE TANAKA, YUU NISHINOYA, KAGEYAMA TOBIO, HINATA SHOYO, LEV HAIBA, OIKAWA TOORU, TAKAHIRO HANAMAKI, KANJI KOGANEGAWA, BOKUTO KOTARO, SATORI TENDOU, GOSHIKI TSUTOMU, MOTOYA KOMORI.

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[keitea]

when he finally approaches you after seeing you so often around the café. he fiddles with his fingers and nervously asks you if he could have your number. his hands tremble as he passes you his phone, his face fully flushed.

you look up from your book and smile, typing in your number. as he walks away, he looks back at you and you send a wink his way.

he stops functioning.

yamaguchi, hinata, atsumu (despite being so cocky i think he would do this), noya, hoshiumi, bokuto, yaku

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[miyasins]

perv!hinata almost going feral after meeting airhead!you during a beach volleyball skirmish just as the sun is going down. you’re at the front row of the crowd in your little bikini set, top barely covering your delicious tits as it bounces when you cheer him on, shaking your fists in makeshift pom-poms.

he couldn’t help the stir of his cock in his shorts as he hears you shout his name in a saccharine tone, wondering if that’s how you’d sound in the bedroom.

hinata getting all fired up from all the cheering, especially from you, that him and his teammate manage to win the skirmish 2-0 in a breeze if it meant he get to talk to you sooner. and how he thanked the gods when you’re still in the same place after the game, seemingly waiting for him with stars in your eyes.

he tried to be respectful at first, gaze trying to stray away from your cleavage as you babbled to him how amazing he was. then you told him how hot and sexy he looked until he turned beet red from your forwardness.

him flushed even redder when you reached out for his arm, pulling it plush against your bikini clad breasts, asking him to teach you how to play beach volleyball. and he can’t say no to a perfect opportunity.

he’s more than happy to help, although some of his methods maybe questionable. he leads you both to a more secluded area of the beach, just behind a closed hut where the street lights barely shine, reasoning with you that it’s better if there’s no distractions around you.

after that he shows you the right form to receive and he watches in excitement as you try to mirror his stance, pressing your tits together with your arms out then hitting the ball, hinata holding back a groan when he watches them jiggle from the hit.

he acts nonchalant about it, clearing his throat with crossed arms and telling you that your posture is off before proceeding to stand behind you to ‘help you the proper way’ instead of showing you side by side. the tent in his shorts only tighten as his fingers dig into the fat of your hips and a squeak of surprise leaves your mouth.

“a-are you sure this is how you do it?” you innocently ask him, who only ignores the question in favour of telling you to bend your knees slightly, sneakily nestling his groin against your plush ass when you squat down.

both of you let out shuddered breaths at the contact, hinata’s grip on your waist tightening when you experimentally roll your ass back against his hardening cock, your mumbles under your breath about his impressive length only spurring him on to continue his demonstrations.

“hmm yeah.. when you receive the ball, you have to make sure you have a wide stance likeeee.. this” he’s spreading your legs with his hands on your inner thighs, cheekily giving them a squeeze.

he’s acting a bit more bolder after your little statement, thinking that maybe going a little farther won’t hurt. after all it seems that you’re all too willing to follow him despite his questionable teachings and that’s all that matters to him, subtly grinding into your bikini clad ass as all you do is blindly spread your legs as you’re told and raise your arms in a receive position.

“and when you hit the ball, you.. thrust. upwards.” he groans out lowly as he pushes his hips into yours roughly, making you move up to a standing position albeit shakily, a soft moan leaving your lips.

“like thissss.. yeah that’s a good girl..” hinata hisses into your ear, his large hands caressing your inner thighs as his fingers ‘accidentally’ get caught on the fabric of your bottoms, letting it gradually slip to the side with every caress and eventually exposing your dripping wet pussy all for him.

your dumb brain can barely process what’s happening, mind already gone hazy when he slid behind you earlier and pressed himself against you. you’re putty in his arms, high pitched whines leaving your luscious lips as he runs a thick finger along your soaking slit, teasingly dipping his finger inside your entrance before pulling away with a mischievous smirk.

“how about you show me how to receive a ball all by yourself huh? ya think you can do that for me?”

the bite of your bottom lip in contemplation before the obedient nod of your head is all it takes for him to shuffle his hard cock out from his shorts quietly, tip an angry red with precum oozing out. his hand is gripping the base of his girthy length as the other’s pushing your bottoms to the side.

“now, bend your kneeesss- fuuck.. just like that.. slowly.. slowly, baby” the slide of his cock into your slick cunt feels heavenly, a choked moan coming from you as your legs already begin to tremble from the thick stretch, but continuing to grind down deeper until he’s fully sheathed inside you.

hinata’s panting into the back of your neck, his hold on the strings of your bikini clenching, cock twitching in your little pussy as you abruptly thrust upward just like he instructed before deliciously sliding back down. you repeat the actions a few more times, each time slamming on his cock a little faster, knees almost buckling over if not for his tight clutch on your hips.

“am i- am doing it right?” you stutter out, your arm reaching behind you to grab a fistful of his auburn strands as he thrusts harshly in your cunt in response, gaining him obscene moans of his name before he’s babbling against your neck. “doing so good, baby.. such a perfect student f’me- niceee form- -so fucking wet and tight!”

his sanity is slipping, slowly going pussy drunk as you clench down on his dick, glazed eyes watching over your shoulder as you play with your hardened nipples through your bikini top.

he thinks how lewd you’d look if he painted your tits white with his load. maybe have you swallow his cum down your throat after he’s fucked your mouth like he’s doing right now with your slutty cunt, sucking his cock in greedily with every grind from behind.

but the thought of claiming you his by creaming load after load inside your sweet and slick pussy has him pushing you down on your knees in the sand. one of his hand covering your mouth shut as he pounds into you in a brutal pace, balls smacking against your sensitive clit, tears gathering in your eyes from the pleasure as your moans muffle in his palm.

he’s mean about it. not letting you catch a breath after squirting around his thick cock. he’s got an arm wrapped around your waist, preventing you from running away from him as he continues his rough pace, bullying his cock deeper inside you, tip prodding at your sweet spot and you’re sobbing in his hand from overstimulation.

your nails dig into the sides of his thighs, unable to grab a hold of anything as he’s pounding and pounding and pounding until he’s finally filling your pussy up to the brim. his palm on your mouth leaves to splay onto your stomach as his load keeps stuffing you full, hips jerking as he groans in your ear.

tells you how much of a good girl your are, presses gentle kisses on your shoulder as your head hangs low, legs trembling and breaths laboured before you’re falling onto your elbows in the sand.

and that would have been the end of the night if it weren’t for the twitching of your cute little pussy around his cock and his cum dripping down your legs that’s got his length hardening once more.

the jerks of his hips into yours once again quicken, regretfully fucking his cum back out. he’s whispering insincere apologies as he watches the delicious slide of his cock, eyes trained on the way your cunt sucks him in.

he’ll make it up to you soon, he promises. it’s not his fault you were so eager to give him what he wanted, letting him use you like a toy. he’s waiting for your protests for him to stop, but only your whimpers are heard. he merely grins. of course this is what you wanted as well, he thinks. don’t worry, he’ll stuff you back up with his cum. and then a few more times after that.

#miyasins — hq #BRAZIL HINATA ON MY MIND #THIS IS SO H WORD IM NASTY #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #hq #haikyu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu smut #hinata shoyo x y/n #hinata shoyo drabble #hinata shouyo x reader #hinata shoyo #haikyuu shoyo #haikyuu oneshot

[sunasjellyfruit]

Haikyuu boys and periods headcanons.

Probably fem!reader as periods are constantly mentioned.

Characters: Kurō, Kenma, Bokuto, Daichi, Suna, Hinata.

First day of period:

Kuuro

He noticed almost inmediately that your period had come.

He arrived home and went straight into your living room, finding yoy sitting with your spine straight on the sofa, legs pressed together and slightly folded towards your chest so you could put a small pillow underneath them.

And just by that he knew, and he knew exactly what to do.

"Hey pretty, do you want to order some food for dinner?"

And when you looked at him with tired and slightly watered eyes he added "You get to choose tonight."

Kenma

You two had spent the entire afternoon playing videogames when kenma noticed that you were moving around, as if you were uncomfortable.

"My eyes are burning so much, I think if we continue I might go blind." You laughed setting your controller down. "I could keep on playing a few more hours, not gonna lie." He admitted.

Of course he could, you both knew that alredy. After a few seconds of silence, you asked him softly "Could you bring me a glass of water?" "Y/N you're closer to the door" Kenma remarked, lifting an eyebrow.

He was right, and you felt a bit guilty for insisting, but you really didn't want to stand up after three and a half hours of sitting just for some water and feel all the blood cascading down.

"Please? I really don't feel like standing up just now."

His look made you understand that he wasn't getting it, but after a quick glance at the calendar of his digital watch, his lips shut together and he stood up and left the room without hesitation.

It took him only a minute to be back with your drink, leaving it on you awaiting hands.

"Sorry, should have known before." He apologized turning his head away in shame. "Babe, periods are not maths. You can't exactly calculate them." You laughed.

Pre-Menstrual syndrom:

Bokuto (Tiredeness)

You hadn't done much all day, truth had to be said, which only added to the frustration you were feeling.

Tiredeness was weighing over you, making your actions clumsy. At least you had succesfully cooked lunch: spaguetti with tuna and zucchini.

"Babe, i'm home!" Your boyfriend anounced his arrival from the gym and soon appeared on the doorframe. "Hey, hi!" You wecomed him with a quick kiss. "Smells real good!" Bokuto cheerly said. "Do you wanna go for a walk along the river later? Someone at the gym told me it looks pretty at this time of the year." "Yeah sounds good. Just let me rest ten minutes after lunch please."

He agreed, giving you a lovely squeeze on the side. After lunch you both cuddled together on the sofa, your head on the lap of your boyfriend, curled on your side finally able to relax.

And even if you said you only needed a ten minute rest, with Bokkun's hand petting your head and a big jacket over your body, you couldn't help but fall asleep, forgetting the movie that was playing on the Tv.

Once you woke up (after what felt like hours), the light that crippled through the curtains was golden colored and your partner was no longer watching a film but a volleyball match.

"Oh god, what time is it?" You asked almost in a groan, incorporating yourselfand losing the warmth of the other body. "Almost seven and a half I think. You okay babe? Are you feeling ill?" "Oh no, I'm sorry." You apologized, remembering the plan he had suggested. "Tomorrow I promise we'll go on that walk. I don't know what happened today, I was just so tired."

"Oh it's fine! I once heard the moon can afect people in weird ways." His smile made you chuckle.

You didn't want to explain him that yes, the moon actually affected women periods, so you just kissed his cheek and cuddled onto his side a bit more.

Daichi (Mood swings)

Daichi had left that morning for work and, apparently, had taken your luck of the day with him.

A vase fell on the floor and broke into pieces, your lunch had got burnt and stained your favourite shirt, when you woke up you were feeling energized and motivated, but now frustration was crippling inside of you in a not very healthy way.

Daichi arrived (good thing!), you discovered you had run out of your favourite vanilla vegan yoghurt (bad thing!( and almost broke the door of the fridge when closing it.

"Are you okay honey?" "Perfectly fine." You answered kinda rudly.

Why were you mad? You had no idea, but you weren't gonna contradict your on-edge nerves.

Without yoghurt to have, you opted for a peanut butter toast. Nothing could go wrong. Right.

Well, not exactly.

You had your sourdough bread toasted, with a thick layer of delicious, crunchy PB. One moment it was inches from your mouth, the next it was face down on the floor.

You looked at it on disbelief. And then, letting out a pained cry and lifting your hands, you exclaimed out loud "I, am not dealing with this! Not today, not now!"

Daichi, who had appeared on the doorframe asked you once again "Honey, is everything okay?" "No! Of course not!" You raised your voice, tears prickling over the edges of your eyes and voice getting higher.

"Hey, hey y/n, what's wrong?" He asked rapidly approaching you, holding your shoulders to stabilize you.

"Nothing! Well, everything?! Just today, today's an awfull day. I ruined a vase and my shirt, and the toast fell and I ran out of yoghurt and I'm tired and bloated..." You kept talking and 'nothing' turned intho a full mountain of problems.

"Okay honey, first of all, you do not look bloated or bad today. In fact, I think your skin and hair look shinier and healthier than usual. Second, I'm gonna clean this little mes, then i'm gonna cook a delicious nourishing dinner while you take a shower and after that I'll shower you in compliments and affection 'til you feel better. Deal?"

"It might take a while to boost my mood today." You warned him, but Daichi just held your face firmly with both hands and kissed your forehead adoringly. "Well, we have all eternity together for it so."

.

Cramps

Suna

Insuferable pain in your stomach area, like being stabbed by thousands of little knives, had been the only thing you had been feeling the past hour.

And that, combined with headaches and combined with nausea, had got you in an awful mood.

There was no one to blame, but you couldn't help but direct your rage to whateverwas close to you, be that a pillow, your phone or your boyfriend.

He, who had just been out training, came home loudly wxclaiming "Babe, I'm home!" Though you didn't answer.

So, you heard him search for you all over the house, feet quick and worried. "Babe? You okay?" He asked finally coming through the bedroom door.

"Shut up, please just, don't." You begged, voice weak with pain.

You heard him breath deeply, maybe getting what was happening to you due to your curled up body or yur too many clothes on top of you. You felt the bed shifting down under his weigh, and his big hand tracing the side of your body lovingly.

"Y/N" his voice was a mere whisper. "Do you need anything? Can I do something? Bring a heatpad?" "Oh, yes please." Suddenly you were so grateful to him that you were no longer angry, just in pain.

When, after a few minutes Suna came back bringing your adored heating bliss, you held his hand with teary eyes. "Can you stay with me a bit? I'm sorry."

"Of course my girl, just ask for whatever you need." You seriously had the best boy with you.

You moved to make place for Suna on the bed, and he laid with you there, hugging your body carefully and bringing some more warmth.

Suna placed his hands on your upper thighs, looking at you for confirmation. Once you nodded he started massaging your sore muscles with soothing circles, his voice low and comforting until you fell asleep.

.

Headaches/Dizziness

Hinata

Not having anything to do that afternoon, you accepted to go watch your boyfriend and his teammates durign practice.

It was almost entertaining to watch a froup of twenty-something y.o. men, running and shouting.

However, the practice court soon turned into a very noisy place to be, at least for you today, as you were feeling kinda oversensitive.

Luckily, after an hour or two, Hinata (an orange-sweaty-mess out of breath) trotted to the place where you were resting.

"Hey babe, have you seen my drink? Y'know, big green bottle." "I saw it this morning on the kitchen counter. Did you take it?"

He thought about it silently for a few seconds, and then he muttered "Oh damn".

"Shoyo, you dummie." You laughed. "It's fine, I'll go get a new drink to the small shop next street. Do you want anything else?" "Not for me. And don't ask the boys, they're too greedy." He joked, earning a smile and an eye-rolling from you.

But, once you stood up, your vision clouded and your head spinned dangerously.

The floor went up, and the ceiling went down, and you had to hold on to whatever was the closest to you (the metal fence).

¨Baby? Y/N you okay?¨ Shoyo asked, frightened for your sudden unstability. "Oh, damn, yes sorry, just a little bit light-headed" "Why? Why so? Are you sick?" He kept asking worriedly, lightly touching the skin of your wrist, which helped to ground you.

"No, no Sho,. I'm fine, for sure. Probably my blood pressure is a bit low, or maybe it's because of the iron in my blood..." You murmured.

"You need to eat." He resolved, too serious to be contradicted.

"Maybe you're right. I'll get some coffee on the way to the store." "No way, you're getting more than just a caffeinated drink. Coach always says if we're feeling dizzy, the best is something salty. Wouldn't it be better if I went to the store and got you a tamago-sandwich?"

"Oh Sho, it's fine! I promise i'll go get a sandwich or a salty croissant, and be back here in no time. You all won't even notice I was gone for ten minutes."

In the end Shoyo was right, and after a drink and a snack, feeling more grounded you even felt yourself energized enough to help the team pick up the material and clean up a bit (though they barely let you lift the broom).

#i experienced most of this haha #except that i dont have a boyfriend/couple #so basically it was just PAIN PAIN PAIN #im in pain right now so #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #hq headcanons #haikyuu oneshot #hq #anime #haikyuu suna #haikyuu suna headcanons #haikyuu kuro #hinata shoyo #haikyuu hinata #haikyuu bokuto headcanons #haikyuu bokuto #haikyuu kenma #haikyuu kuroo headcanons #haikyuu kuuro #haikyuu daichi headcanons #haikyuu daichi #haikyuu period #periods #period #my writings #kenma headcanons #suna headcanons #headcanons

[anystalker707]

Good mood

Pairing: Oikawa x Male Reader Word count: ~ 2 600 Genre: Fluff / Enemies to lovers if you look really hard Summary: Oikawa meets Seijoh's former ace.

A/n: ty @jxtblacksoc00l for the support

“Hi, hi, sorry!” Oikawa chuckled a little as he scratched the back of his head, expecting the chorus of complaints from the rest of the team about him being late once again, but it never came. He furrowed his eyebrows whilst dropping his bag by the side. Where was Iwa-chan, anyway?

“Oikawa-san!” Lev smiled. “You’re late again!”

“Heh,” Oikawa breathed, tilting his head, “had a... problem.” He twisted his mouth a little at the unusual amount of girls on his way right when he wasn’t in the best of moods.

Lev raised his eyebrows lightly, but his face softened. “Well, I believe you still didn’t lose the best of it. (Y/n)-san just arrived!” He motioned to behind him, and right behind the back line, a guy stood holding a ball up while his other hand simulated and moved around explaining the type of serve he explained to... Iwaizumi. So that’s why Oikawa wasn’t being spammed with a thousand messages asking his whereabouts nor received a ball on his head when he stepped in the court.

“Who...” He mumbled, narrowing his eyes, but Lev’s—and even his—attention was on (y/n)’s serve. It was a lot like Oikawa’s, at first, but the strength it contained was a lot greater. Cheers coming from his teammates filled the court right after the deafening sound of the ball hitting the ground. They all stood there, watching what was going on instead of having all those balls that littered around in actual action. Even Irihata laughed, with his arms crossed over his chest.

“What are they feeding you there, boy?” Irihata patted (y/n)’s back.

(Y/n) laughed, shaking his head and took a step aside at the moment he noticed Iwaizumi getting ready to try the same serve. The ball didn’t hit the ground with the same force as (y/n)’s, but Oikawa could see a difference there. (Y/n) commemorated, clapping before high-fiving with Iwaizumi.

“Hiya!” Irihata grinned. “I’d like them to see you in a match! C’mon, everyone! Usual team A and team B formation! (Y/n) is going for serving, team B!” He clapped his hands, immediately receiving a ‘yes’ in unison from all the players while they started moving. “We just need—”

“Hi!” Oikawa waved with a smile.

“Huh— Oikawa!” Irihata clicked his tongue. “You better not get late like this for the serious matches, you listening?”

“Yes!~” His face remained the same as he walked away, telling his teammates they’d start with the first rotation. He stretched quietly, observing Iwaizumi and (y/n) decide who was going to start with the ball—Iwaizumi tossed him the ball, having Oikawa smile on his way to behind the back line.

The other coach—Mizoguchi—blew the whistle once everyone was in their right positions and, after he did it a second time, Oikawa bent his knees lightly, a smile forming across his face as he spun the ball between his hands before throwing it in the air. Right under his infallible aim, (y/n) received it with a firm dig.

Oikawa wouldn't admit it, but he wasn't really expecting this. The game was tight. Not like the usual when they play against each other, but something he could compare to playing against Shiratorizawa. It wasn't enough to use all of his weapons—he had to be constantly aware of his opponents and his own team, every millimeter they moved. And yet...

The sharp sound of the whistle filled the court again while the coach extended his arm to team B. Oikawa's eyes went from him to the board, twisting his mouth at the A 18 – 20 B displayed on it.

"Whatever," he mumbled as he followed the rotation.

"You must be Oikawa."

He looked up from the board to see (y/n) through the net, smiling—his eyes roamed over Oikawa from head to foot.

"Yes..." Oikawa narrowed his eyes with a pout. "And you?"

"Oh, right, you weren't here when I arrived and introduced myself. Irihata-san said you're always late." His lips parted into a grin, in a tone that Oikawa wasn’t quite fond of—it made his cheeks heat up, hence he had to look away for a moment, taking a deep breath.

"Where are you from, anyways? Nekoma?"

(Y/n) had a proud glint in his eyes. "Yonan university."

Oikawa's eyes widened. "Yonan?" He could remember some great sport highlights coming from there, including the cycling club that went to the nationals and a rising volleyball potential.

"I remember watching Seijoh against Karasuno last month," (y/n) said, "then I immediately needed to contact Irihata-san."

"You're saying I caught your attention?" Oikawa blinked, placing his hands on his hips as he threw his nose in the air. "You see, I—"

(Y/n) stepped back at the same time Oikawa's head lunged forward harshly.

"Iwaizumi!" Oikawa shouted, staring at the owner of the 'serve', but all the other did was to stare back coldly. Mizoguchi blew the whistle again, arm extended towards team B. "What do you think you're doing to waste a point like this?"

(Y/n) laughed, making sure Oikawa met his gaze before he moved on. Fuck. Oikawa opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, but fell silent. Whatever he had to say, it wasn’t the right time nor place. He had to put his mind into the game; he could talk to (y/n) later, maybe even ask for his number... Fuck, it was all about that, right? After all, he was in college already and could work as a good contact to help him into opportunities, help him train. It was all of it that made him feel like he needed to have (y/n)'s attention on him the whole time, right?

Oikawa swallowed dryly as he watched (y/n) talk with Hanamaki, making a few hand gestures. The sharp sound of the whistle put ground under his feet again and he pursed his lips. The game. Focus on the game.

-🏐-

A 35 – 33 B

Oikawa’s hands rested on his knees, his calves and upper arms aching a little more than normal. He ran a hand through his hair to get the strands of hair unstuck from his sweaty forehead, breathlessly thanking the manager for the towel they reached out to him.

Now, (y/n) would want to come talk to him, for sure. He had contacted Irihata because he liked his game, right? It was because he was interested in him, he could help him improve and— Wow, (y/n) interested in Oikawa... fuck, fuck, fuck.

Still, he just stood there with Iwaizumi again. Whatever he was explaining, he needed to move his hands around constantly—sometimes Oikawa could identify he was acting as if holding a ball. Was Iwaizumi really even paying attention? His knowledge would have much more use with Oikawa, for sure.

(Y/n) smiled, pride swelling in his chest at how Iwaizumi immediately started practicing what he had explained and it seemed like it wouldn’t take long until he mastered a new technique. His eyes wandered around the court—the team members continued their activities, practicing and eventually looking over at him. All of them were into something. All of them but Oikawa. He almost laughed at the sad lump in the corner of the court. Oikawa didn't seem to be that dramatic at first sight—couldn't even notice (y/n) approaching.

"You alright there?"

"Huh?" Oikawa's eyes widened at the moment he recognized the other, and immediately put himself up on his feet. "Hi—" He clicked his tongue. The towel that hung on his head fell on his face with the sudden motion, leaving him in a cursing mess as he removed it to place it around his neck instead. His cheeks were probably red, but he didn’t have anywhere to run away now, so he just sighed. "Um, yes, I'm fine! Just a little..." He tried to play it off, smiling, with a hand on his hip.

(Y/n) narrowed his eyes. "Riiight..."

"Did you study here, (y/n)-san?"

"Yes, ‘graduated two years ago! Irihata-san used to be my coach as well," he answered, looking around the court with nostalgia heaving in his chest. "But must I say, he is doing a good job with you!" His eyes met Oikawa's with a smile. "I didn't expect you to give me so much work! That was a nice match! You got a lot to explore there." He punched Oikawa's shoulder playfully, having the other blush.

"You think so?" Oikawa hummed, a hand over the place he had been punched, but soon turned his expression into the best smug one he could, with his eyes on the ground and a shaky smile. "Well, yeah, you're not wrong!"

"Well, you—"

Oikawa cleaned his throat, pointing at (y/n). "Would you like my email? My phone number? We need to get used to playing with each other so we don't lose any time when I get to Yonan."

(Y/n) scoffed and stared at Oikawa long enough to make his attitude falter before he finally pulled out his phone.

-🏐-🏐–

"(Y/n)-san!" Hinata's voice echoed through the court among the sound of balls hitting against the ground for the warm up, making Oikawa want to curl up, but... (y/n)?

They had been texting each other for quite a while now, even if (y/n) always answered him either early in the morning or late at night nor answered every single message. It was a little annoying, but it still made his day when he spotted the little compliments and little hearts among the messages. Still, the thought of talking with (y/n) in person after all of that had a knot in his throat. Did he catch on to Oikawa's attempts to flirt? He never said anything about it through texts; maybe he preferred to tell Oikawa in person that he should stop.

"Tooru! Set, come on!" Iwaizumi clapped his hands in an attempt to get his attention.

"Iwa-chan!" Oikawa whined, pouting as he nodded towards (y/n)'s direction, holding the ball close to his chest.

Iwaizumi huffed. "He will come talk to you, don't worry. I'll kick his ass if he does anything wrong. For now, just do your job!"

"You're so evil to me! You know I'm in such an emotional state and you keep pushing!" His bottom lip trembled, but it was a matter of time until Iwaizumi threw a spare ball at him.

Focusing wasn't that easy, not while he could hear (y/n) talking with Ukai, Hinata and Suga in an enthusiasm that was still strange to Oikawa.

"Oops!~" Oikawa clicked his tongue, ignoring the glare Iwaizumi shot at him. "Sorry, Iwa-chan, mistakes happen!" He shrugged and left behind a complaining Iwaizumi so he could go after the ball.

"Ohh, hi!" (Y/n) grinned at the sight of Oikawa approaching him—he had in hands the ball that had been accidentally thrown his way. "I was just going to talk with you after finishing here!"

Hinata raised his eyebrows, mouth half open. "You know each other, (y/n)-chan?"

(Y/n) hummed with a nod, tossing the ball back to Oikawa.

"He went to Seijoh! No wonder he'd want to know how the current team is doing." Ukai crossed his arms, adjusting his stance once Aoba's player took a place next to them, almost a contrast to Suga's modest greeting.

"Needed to know if my legacy is being taken seriously!" (Y/n) stared at Oikawa with a smile tugging on his lips.

Oikawa rolled his eyes, mirroring the grin as he leaned over to (y/n) to throw an arm around his shoulders, letting the ball fall to the ground. "You should be worried about it being replaced, actually."

Ukai laughed, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, good luck!"

Whatever they said, Oikawa only had eyes for (y/n). The older one had his arms crossed over his chest as he eyed Oikawa from close, pulling him out of his trance by bumping their foreheads together.

"Stop talking shit."

Rolling his eyes, Oikawa was about to speak up when Hinata cutting in had him actually huffing.

"(Y/n)-chan, please don't fight!"

(Y/n) shook his head and patted Oikawa's back as he moved away from him. "As if I would lose," he chuckled, having fun with the glares he received in response. "Anyways, I'll be back later. Why don’t you come with me to grab something to drink, hm?" He placed his hands on Oikawa's shoulders to push him lightly, waving at the others as they walked away.

"What are you doing here, again, hm?" Oikawa asked as they left the court, met with the silence of the outside that was only interrupted by the birds occasionally chirping with the soft sound of the wind through the leaves of the nearby trees. Not many people were out and around during the week of recess, which thankfully granted them a lot of peace and space for the training matches. "Did you miss me?"

A smile traced (y/n)'s face, his eyes lingering over Oikawa as he walked over to the vending machine, standing in front of it with his hands on his hips. "What do you want, hm?"

"Uh— Me?" Oikawa hummed, moving to next to him, and pointed to one of the drinks behind the glass. He was about to mention he didn't have any money when the other just paid for everything, handing Oikawa his drink. "You didn't answer my question."

(Y/n) didn't react at first, instead opening his drink to take a sip of it, almost making Oikawa question if he had heard him in the first place. "Well, I did want to see you again, does this count?"

A soft red tone took over Oikawa's cheeks—he hummed in an exaggerated, thoughtful manner. "Well, of course! I'm sure having me in your mind was extremely tiring. Must have taken away some of your sleep." His answer earned him a chuckle he couldn't quite read.

"I'm not the one who answers the other in less than a few seconds even when the messages are sent at 3 in the morning."

Oikawa couldn't help but pout at (y/n)'s words. "Why are you so mean, (y/n)-san?" He whined.

"Ah, c'mon," (y/n) chuckled, throwing an arm around Oikawa again, "'m just fucking with you."

At first, Oikawa's intention was to bump their foreheads together like (y/n) had done, but it happened with less force than expected and just had him resting his forehead against (y/n)'s instead. His breath hitched as he noticed what he had done, but he preferred to remain silent. (Y/n)'s breathing fanned over his face, warmth irradiating from him.

"Who would say someone that smug would turn out to get flustered so easily?" (Y/n) raised his eyebrows lightly. His hand slowly dropped from Oikawa's shoulder to his waist to pull him a little closer—Oikawa blushed, placing a hand on his chest, though he ended up unconsciously holding tightly onto it, knuckles going white with the grip on the part of the shirt he had wrapped his fingers around.

Oikawa could barely think about anything properly. "I— Please—" He received a hum in response before (y/n)'s lips pressed against his softly; it took Oikawa a little to react, hence (y/n) was already pulling away when he locked their lips properly, letting the tension slowly slip away. His fingers instead met (y/n)’s neck as he allowed the other to deepen the kiss.

The sudden sound of steps had Oikawa pulling away immediately, cheeks deep red, and opening his drink with an awkward cough. Kuroo raised an eyebrow at them on his way to the vending machine, mostly questioning (y/n)’s laughter.

“Good mood, (y/n)?” He hummed, eyes narrowed at the products lined behind the glass.

(Y/n)’s lips pursed into a smile. “You could say that.”

#haikyuu #oikawa tooru #x reader #x male reader #oikawa x reader #fan fic #fan fiction #kageyama tobio #hinata shoyo #iwaizumi #imagine #oneshot #oikawa x male reader

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE HINATA SHOYO HEADCANONS

Hinata would meet you in middle school when he barely had any experiences of volleyball. He overheard some people saying how you played like a pro and he wanted to see if it was true and he attended one of your games. He instantly realized you played like an ace and you TOTALLY deserved to be called a pro in volleyball and he saw how confident and daring and outgoing your personality was. He saw you like some sort of fiery goddess and he admired you 

Later on, with a bright and big cheery smile on his face, he asked you if you could maybe show him how you played volleyball so he could try learning from you to which you happily agreed to show your moves. Soon, he had a game against Kitagawa Daiichi and he was HELLA shocked when he found out that you were rooting for Kageyama 

After the game was done, (Kitagawa Daiichi won, sorry Hinata), he saw you and Kageyama laughing at something which literally just made his blood boil in anger and rage. He most DEFINITELY LOATHES and HATES Kageyama even MORE now 

In high school, you become the manager of the Karasuno volleyball team to Hinata's immense satisfaction but to his disgust, he literally hates that Kageyama is in Karusuno as well

This boi is extreme when it comes to you. He's either shy or intense around you and sometimes, he either acts like a lovestruck puppy, always clinging onto you and following you around or he acts like a middle school guy who just got his first crush

When it comes to rivals, I can't really see Hinata actually killing someone but he does like playing little pranks and tricks on the people he thinks who are trying to steal you away from him. But when he flies into a rage, oh boy... there's no stopping him and I have a feeling Yandere Deku and Yandere Hinata would get along PERFECTLY well with each other. If they actually MEET each other, they might have some killing spree contests for their darlings

Hinata would always treat you like a goddess and will NEVER EVER mistreat you. HECK, this dude won't even raise his voice at you

He is a VERY VERY DELUSIONAL ASF Yandere. He thinks whatever he's doing is good for you and for your safety. He will baby proof where he kidnapped you and is keeping you so that you won't injure yourself. Not even a plastic butter knife will be available in sight. He most CERTAINLY will NOT allow for you to reach for things that are really high, ESPECIALLY if you're standing on a stool or something. What if you trip and fall? You could get SERIOUSLY hurt and you might crack your skull! Don't worry, Hinata is there to take care of everything for you, all you have to do is just sit back and relax and not worry your pretty little head about anything 

He will understand that when he kidnapped you, you'd be sad and upset but he'll calm you down and assure himself that this is just a lover's spat and every couple goes through rough times and patches like these but you two will make up eventually and you'll learn to fall in love with him or he will MAKE you. As much as it breaks his little heart to see you cry and sob, he'll give you time to adjust to your new life 

As long as he has you by his side, everything's possible for this tangerine and he really wouldn't mind adding a little one to the mix since he's always wanted a family with you 

He is a VERY JEALOUS bby. If he sees anyone talking to you, he'll just drag you off away from them or stare creepily and silently at that person till they're creeped out by Hinata's death glare

He will try to learn EACH and EVERYTHING about your personality, like you likes and dislikes, your daily routine, what books you like reading, where you like to hang out and he keeps a check on those so called ''friends'' of yours and they literally irk him till no ends. Why do you need THOSE morons when you have HIM!? THEY would never love you as much as he does and he feels they're stealing you away from him and that's why he's going to try distancing them from you. Pretty soon your poor friends will be avoiding you like the Corona but don't worry, Hinata's there to comfort you and be your shoulder to cry on

Is the type of yandere who will leave love letters for you in your locker and wherever you go. Along with some little gifts of course 

When you act up or when you drive him over the edge, he'll just take a deep breath and sigh and stare at you for a couple of seconds with a blank expression and then he'll walk out of the room to cool off and to give you space. He will NEVER hurt you, that thought never occurred to him, not even in his nightmares. Should you try to escape from him, well.... things won't be good for you, that's all I can say. He'll have to lock you up in a room but don't worry, you'll still have your favorite things and cuddles from time to time after punishment is done

After your punishment, he'll tell you he had to punish you for your own good and gently stroke your hair and caress your cheeks lovingly and hold you in his strong arms and he'll be breathing down your neck and clinging onto you like the shrimpy version of a koala 

You can use his childishness and his love for you to help you escape but you'll have to be on your guard and alert and say the right things at the right time. Though Hinata might be a gullible yandere who's ready to do anything and everything for you, don't forget: He can recognize manipulation in a person's voice if you aren't careful. He'll be really hurt if he fins out you're manipulating him and gaining back his trust will take a REALLY long time 

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[jxbsbokuto]

now and forever

pairing: timeskip hinata shoyo x fem!reader

words: 1.2k

summary: your boyfriend is so so in love with you

genre: fluff, suggestive

Shoyo has been thinking about it for a while. Putting a ring on your finger, seeing you walking down the aisle in white, promising his whole life to you. Your friend’s wedding that you’re attending this weekend only makes him crave more.

Since you’re the maid of honor, you’re totally immersed in the preparations, and seeing how excited you and the bride are about every single detail makes his chest warm because one day he wants you to be just as enchanted - maybe a bit more - with your own ceremony and everything that comes after it.

So maybe he was looking at rings on the internet when you were out, busy with your maid of honor duties, maybe he was still looking at them while you were showering, or taking a look at dresses and trying to imagine you in them.

And when you open the door of your hotel suite bathroom to let the steam dissipate, he looks up from his phone to see you wearing a transparent white silk nightdress that shows him your matching lingerie and curves underneath, Hinata swears he can propose right there and now. No ring, no champagne, no expensive restaurant, no speech. Just you - looking as ethereal as one can possibly be - and him - half-naked with only vabo-chan stamped boxer shorts.

His jaw drops as he stares at you up and down. Shoyo’s mind becomes a mix of thoughts about spending forever with you and thoughts about fucking you till the morning comes.

He gets up from the bed and walks to the bathroom, leaning on the doorframe and watching as you start your night routine.

You’re so focused on getting the products out of your necessarie bag that you don’t notice him behind you. It’s only when his arms come to engulf your waist in a hug that you jump in your place, startled by the sudden appearance of your boyfriend.

He chuckles and places a kiss on your cheek, then one on your jaw, on your neck, on your shoulder. You let your head fall back onto his shoulder, melting under his kisses.

Shoyo straightens his back and puts his hands on your sides. Your cheeks heat up as his eyes scan your body. You know that gaze very, very well, but there’s something more to it now than just desire, though you can’t quite get it.

“You look gorgeous in white.” He whispers and you don’t know if he wanted to say that or if he was thinking out loud.

Suddenly, he sweeps you out of your feet and drags you back into the room easily.

“Sho! I haven’t even finished my skincare routine yet!” You protest with words but make no physical effort to get out of his hold.

“You don’t need it, your skin is perfect.” He responds with a kiss on your cheek. “See? Soft and smooth.”

“Yeah, because I do my routine every night." You cross your arms in front of your chest and angrily pout as he lays you gently on the bed. You turn your body to the side to get up but Shoyo quickly pins your hands to the bed. "Shoyo! I'm ser-"

Lips are smashed against yours abruptly and you lose all train of thought. The only thing in your mind is how soft and sweet his mouth feels. He cradles your face in his hands and deepens the kiss, claiming your mouth as his once again, taking and taking as much as you're willing to give him.

Your hands climb his torso in a feather touch, and he giggles into the kiss from how it tickles. His thumbs run side to side on your cheekbones, it feels so soft, so sweet, just like everything else he does that involves you.

Hinata puts both hands beside your head to support his weight, looking down at you with the sweetest smile ever. He takes his time to look at you, really look at you. The way your hair forms waves on the pillow, how your eyebrows are perfectly shaped to match your face, the shine from the dim lamp lights reflected in your eyes, the swollen lips he urges to kiss every time his own are apart from...

“I love you.”

Again, you sense something different in him. His words are heavier with more feeling than before, his gaze holds a new meaning. You feel butterflies in your stomach and heat taking over every inch of your skin.

"I love you too, Shoyo."

He lowers his head to your neck, pampering the skin there with kisses.

"I love you more." He breathes out, moving lower, now reaching your collarbone and chest. "I love you so so much." Now your belly, then your hips. "You're the love of my life." Your thighs, your knees, your ankles. Not a single inch of your body is neglected by Hinata.

Tears start stinging in your eyes. It's a wonder how your boyfriend can make you feel so loved, so high in his affection you never want to come back down again.

When he's satisfied with his worship of you and your body he lays beside you. A soft grin appears on his face when he looks at you. Hinata cups your cheek and kisses your forehead.

"Marry me."

You laugh, more like a scoff, because it is not the first time your boyfriend has asked you to "marry" him, and it definitely won't be the last.

There was that one time when you praised him for a fantastic recieve (you weren't even dating yet, that episode startled you), when you called him mom behind his back to ask for the recipe of his favorite food and cooked it for him on his birthday, when you agreed to watch one piece with him even if it had a thousand episodes, and when you flew to Japan to watch his Olympic matches after you told him you couldn't because of work.

But now, when your eyes meet his you see that it isn't a joke.

"Sho?"

He shifts closer to you and rests his forehead on yours, still looking deep into your eyes.

"Marry me." He repeats.

"You're not joking with me, are you?"

"Never. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. If you have me." A tear drops from your eye and he kisses it away. "Will you marry me, My Love?"

You throw yourself at him and smash your lips together. You kiss him again, and again, and again until you're both laughing and the kiss is nothing more than soft mouths rested against one another.

"Should I take this as a yes?"

"Yes, Shoyo, I will marry you."

Hinata wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a tight hug and you swear you're the happiest person on earth. You feel his smile against your neck. Calloused hands drop from your waist to your thighs, moving you to straddle him, and soon enough there's a bulge resting on the back of your leg.

"Sho..."

"Hm?" He dares to act innocent, nuzzling his nose on your jaw. Hinata moves his hips so it hits the spot that is urging for him.

"Shoyo..."

He flips both of you to the side, his weight on your body feels better than any comforter.

"It's my duty as a future husband to never leave my wife unsatisfied, isn't it? So let me take care of you, Mrs. Hinata."

"Always, Mr. Hinata."

Shoyo smiles and kisses you once more, before lowering himself and claiming you as him, now and forever.

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[obliteration-onearth]

[ shoyo hinata ]

"shoyo, slow down!"

you'd call out to him in desperation as you watch him run off into the distance with kageyama again. beads of sweat would trickle down your face as you'd pant, your hands on your knees to balance yourself.

despite being so tired of their antics, you'd still agree to walk shoyo home.. yet what you didn't anticipate was that you'd be forced to participate in their running competitions as well.

your boyfriend was speedy, to say the least but with kageyama there you might have as well entered him in a matador vs bull competition. or assume kageyama as the bull instead.

nonetheless, you'd grown exhausted as you jogged up the mountain. finally, you'd reach the top where they were both staring at you in confusion, their heads tilted sideways. it was as if they were asking 'what took you so long?', which only annoyed you further.

"uh, you okay?" shoyo would ask as he'd watch your exasperated form panting. he had gotten concerned earlier when he'd seen you vanish from his vision but his pride urged him to carry on for the sake of triumphing over kageyama, despite his desire to stay and wait.

"no, shoyo, i'm not."

you'd answer swiftly, rather irritated by the entire exchange. you didn't want to take your anger out on your boyfriend knowing he didn't mean to leave you alone like that but it would certainly make you feel better.

whatever, you'd catch your breath for a few seconds before beginning to trudge down the mountain, the cool breeze combing through your hair as you do so.

"hey y/n, wait!" shoyo would exclaim as he'd rush down to follow you, abandoning kageyama who'd simply taken the hint and left for his house in the opposite direction.

"go away shoy-"

"i didn't mean to leave you alone, i'm sorry."

taking a deep exhale, you'd turn around and wait for him to continue speaking. it was clear how you felt yet you repressed the thought of berating him anyways, shoyo was nice and didn't deserve to be yelled at for such a trivial thing.

"we can walk together tomorrow again, just please don't be mad at me." shoyo would hold an apologetic face as his hands would clasp together in a pleading way.

sighing, you'd nod.

"i'm not mad you're running off with kageyama, just- remember that i'm still here. okay?"

your gaze would avert to your feet as you'd kick the solid ground, the rubble swaying back and forth underneath your shoes as your hands would slip into your pockets.

the cool winds would continue to surround the two of you, enveloping you both as shoyo would inch closer to you in hesitance before wrapping his arms around you.

"we'll be okay, dummy."

without another moment, your arms would fasten around him in an embrace as snowflakes began to fall. the snowflakes coated his vibrant orange head in white, along with your h/c hair to be enshrouded by the small flakes.

your hand would move to swipe them off his head with a giggle, a smile spreading over your features which caused shoyo to smile as well, growing excited at the sight of seeing you happy.

as the snowflakes fell, shoyo would stick out his tongue in hopes of catching one. once it fell down on him mouth, he'd shiver at the coldness before the two of you would watch it dissolve in the saliva in fascination.

you, in turn would also open up your mouth and wait for the flakes to fall, shoyo finding your fascination adorable.

snow would pester the roads in white, piles beginning to form in obscure corners as the two of you ate snowflakes and shivered from the freezing taste for a second or two. it was ridiculous but in your eyes ( and shoyo's ), it was a cute way to end the day.

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( a/n: MUCH BETTER FIC FINALLY )

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[nishipostitz]

running buddies

ushijima, iwai, kageyama, bokuto, hinata, and oikawa x gn!reader

notes - ngl, this is really self indulgent bc i always thought like, how come readers are never working out with them? since im a runner, i wanted to write something where i can represent my athletic readers and have the reader actually participate in the activities.. ykwim 😭

tw! none so far. just.. running 💀 lowkey boring. whoops

youre not exactly an early bird, but once you wake up, the adrenaline starts pumping and youre no longer dreading the run. waking up is hard, but once you start running and feeling it in your veins, you’re unstoppable. which is why youre compatible with him! he like to wake up early and go on his runs, and you enjoy the feeling of running. the run just clears your mind and gives you time to enjoy the scenery while everyone else is still asleep. giving you time to appreciate your surroundings and explore new areas. a bonus, catching up on podcasts (totally not canon). and while youre running, your mind is distracted by the man running beside you. he always motivates you to keep going and push yourself. not only has he improved your stamina, but your overall athleticism. getting together with him was a life changer, not only did he make you happier, your life and everything changed for the better. youre healthier, much brighter and just overall happier. but one thing, running is also just really calming and intimate in a way where nothing else can compare.

totally not a canon event bc i started doing my morning runs again my has my life been better. i dread the thought of actually running, but once i start running, i love the feeling. so this is just something i thought of while on a run 😭

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[lookingforlia]

He's a 10 trend with haikyuu

No warnings.

- Daichi : he's a 10 but he has 11 kids to gatekeep to the point that he has mentally aged a few years than the rest of the kids his age.

-Sugawara : he's a 10 no buts 🥹 (im sorry this manz perfect) .

-tanaka : he's a 10 but has a collection of porn magazines in his room and he doesn't even bother to hide it from everyone.

-nishinoya : he's a 10 but he gets rejected by every girl like it's a Sunday morning thing .

- kageyama : he's a 10 but doesn't know the existence of flavored milk so he still gets the plain one .

- Hinata : he's a 10 but doesn't understand the concept of time when he's doing something he really likes and forgets to do day to day things like eating or sleeping .

- Yamaguchi : he's a 10 but pretends to be a bully when In reality he gets bullied .

- tsukishima : he's a 10 but he has watched every dianosour documentary of Discovery channel .

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[zomaeliet]

Grabbing his shirt and pulling him to your eye level, seeing his pretty eyelashes flutter in confusion before his eyes go wide in realization. Your lips a hair's-width away from brushing against his own as his eyes become half lidded, but just as he made the move to kiss you, you move your head to the side and whisper in his ear, "You're so cute."

He didn't talk to you for thirty minutes as he sat down to recover from embarrassment.

For characters like: Izuku Midoriya, Hinata Shoyo, Aether, Tamaki Amajiki, and Tobio Kageyama

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[elfiore]

hinata in action 

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[ririewrites]

Empty Apartment

Haikyuu Characters x Gender Neutral Reader

“I felt hollow like this empty apartment.”

Our once noisy apartment, filled with laughter and a series of "I love yous," now quiet and only filled with memories of our time together.

telling each other that we were supposed to stay forever, supposed to start a life together in this apartment. None of the promises we ought to have made came through; were the promises we made bound to be broken? Were we bound to end? Moving on was always an option, leaving and finding myself again, but I find myself stuck—stuck in this area, an area where I felt happy, an area where I felt content and free.

It's stupid to still stay in a place where memories linger and run free. I looked around—boxes around the room where we would dance, the room where we would sit quietly and admire the beauty of the moon that illuminates the room at night.

I should be happy that I get to explore a new side of me—a side where I’m free, a side where I change for the better—but something feels off. I want you to notice that I’m growing into the person I ought to be. Cliche, I feel like this empty apartment—hollow, and full of nothingness because you’re not there to fill this void of loneliness.

A new person or couple would replace the memories in this apartment—memories that would be buried and turned into something new, memories that should be long forgotten.

I have to say goodbye, but for some reason I can't. When I say goodbye, I feel like something inside me dies, something ends, and would never heal—it would just be buried deep inside.

Saying goodbye was always the hardest part. I’ll miss the room where the moon would be seen from the window of our bedroom, and I’ll miss how it illuminates the room late at night.

I’ll miss us.

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[simp4emo]

You get them a tamagotchi- Haikyuu edition

Reader : gender neutral

Genre: fluff

Characters: Karasuno first years

A/n: if you don’t know what a tamagotchi is, congrats! You’re still young 🥹 look it up before reading.

☀️Shoyo Hinata🍊:

Freaking loves it! In fact, he loves everything you give him,

You got him an orange one, decorated with lemons and orange slices.

He’d frequently take care of it (whenever he’s got some minutes to spare).

Even if he stops playing with it at some point, he’ll still take it wherever he goes, in his pockets or his bag. After all, it’s a gift from you and it needs to be treated like gold.

Unlike the others, he’s not embarrassed to use it in public. If his teammates tease him, he’ll about how grateful he is to have a partner who thinks of him and shares their interests with him.

🫐Tobio Kageyama🥛:

You couldn’t find him anything with a cow or blueberry design, so you ended up getting him a blue one with an ocean design. (It had bubbles on it 🥺).

He’s confused but he’s willing to make an effort and play with it to make you happy.

“Hey, what is it doing now?”

“Honey… I think it’s dead.”

“WhAt?! They can die?! I thought you said kids played with those!”

“We’ll, when did you last feed it ?”

“I don’t know… six days ago?”

“See, this is why we can’t have a pet. I mean, how can we, when you can’t keep the toy alive ?”

If you want him to use it, might as well make it challenge.

🌙Kei Tsukishima🦖

You looked all over the store to find one he’d like. You ended up finding a dinosaur themed tamagotchi shaped like a cracked egg.

The day you give it to him, he tells you it’s childish and ridiculous, even when you tell him that you and your friends play with yours.

“Fine. Then, I’ll return it.”

“You wish! It’s mine now.”

Even if he barely use it, he’ll hang it to his keys and never take it off.

Okay! Maybe he does use it…

…sometimes

… in the train

… when he’s alone.

🎒Tadashi Yamaguchi 📚

He saw you one day, playing with yours. He doesn’t really get it, though he does think it’s cute.

So you went your way and got him a green one decorated with leaves.

He loves it when you both sit down and play together. Each holding yours and sometimes exchanging them.

Although he loves you dearly, he’s pretty embarrassed to use it in front of Tsuki. Therefore, whenever the blondie’s around, he’ll hide it and pretend it doesn’t exist.

Jujutsu Kaisen edition

My hero academia edition

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