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plushyfluffy · 2 years

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Puppies And Doggos

Fandom(s): Haikyuu!

Pairings: Ushijima Wakatoshi x Chubby Female Reader

Warning(s): Jealous Ushijima

Note(s): DoInu means Dog and Inu combined and Inu means “dog” in Japanese.

Waiting for Ushijima is already a normal occurrence for you. Thankfully the head coach, Washijo-sensei is nice enough to let you watch the practice whenever you need to wait for your stoic boyfriend.

You thought that the old man would be overprotective to the ace but surprisingly he treated you nicely, the reason?

“Since you and Ushijima got together the boy became much more focused and determined than ever before.”

Was all he said and focused on the court once more. Making you smiled, you motivated him that much?

They finished their practice for today early so you both decided to went to the new opened dog café.

“Are you sure you want to go with me?” Ushijima nodded at your question.

You smiled as you both hold hands while walking to the said café.

When you both arrived, you two are immediately greeted by different types of dogs and puppies.

“Welcome to the DoInu Café. What can I help you with today?”

A male around your age greeted you as you said your order and also Ushijima’s order.

“Well that will take for like 20 minutes, please choose your seat and the dogs and pups will flood you soon enough.”

You and Ushijima went to the one in the corner and almost immediately you were surrounded by the cutest creatures in the world.

“Oh my gosh you guys are sooo cute!” You squeal as Ushijima just watched you.

Something was burning inside him. You never looked at him like that.

You hugged one of the doggies and you got a one big lick. You giggled as you snuggle your nose to the dogs. Emerged by the cute big and little creatures you didn’t noticed your boyfriend glaring at all the dogs and puppies surrounding you. Making the dogs and pups scared and won’t come to him.

“Haha I see your cute girlfriend really like them huh?”

An elderly woman on her 90s approach Ushijima.

“Many couples who went here the girlfriend ones are the one who was captivated by these cute ones.”

The elderly woman picked a small pup and licked her nose.

“But don’t worry as far as I can see, you are a one lucky guy.”

Ushijima looked at the elderly woman with a stoic glare making her giggled.

“I have a knack at telling who is loyal or not in a relationship.”

The elderly woman put the pup back down and left making Ushijima look at you again, and one of the little dogs went to your head and won’t come down without whining.

You looked at Ushijima and smiled.

“Aren’t they cute?” You hold up one of the doggos and turn it in front of him.

“You are way more cuter.” Was all he said and the food came, making some of the dogs leave but the fluttered feeling you have didn’t leave with the doggos.

When you guys left the café, it seems Ushijima was reliefed.

“Why didn’t you hold one of the puppies? They were so cute!” You pouted but Ushijima only grabbed your pudgy hands to his.

“I don’t like it. They just keep hogging all your attention and I don’t like it.” He furrowed his eyebrows, making a frustrated face.

“Are you jealous..?” You asked him, not sure if it’s appropriate to ask.

He tilted his head and kissed your nose. “Maybe I am.” The side of his lips move upwards and you just zoned out making him chuckled with his deep voice and just softly dragged you to your home.

Meanwhile the volleyball team that was following you both, are taking some pictures, I mean who wouldn’t? Their captain are making faces they didn’t know he could make?

But little did they know Tendou already leaked the info to Ushijima, and the said guy is already thinking what kind of punishment he will give them.

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forusomimiya · 23 days

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@coyloves ship & prompt: “Look how messy you are” w/ Osamu Miya ˚₊˚✧🍙✧˖°🍂

"I've been thinking about bending you over this table and just having my way with you" His knuckles caressed your chin before he gripped your jaw and made your head tilt to the opposite side of his face, to have easier access to your neck and kiss it. He smiled when he felt you straighten up, product of shivering. "You like the idea?" you thought you nodded, but it was so subtle your movement that it was enough for Osamu to understand that when you were speechless, it was because you found his proposal more than decent.

It wasn't the first time you had sex in the store. The routine would end up being the same as all the other times before: Osamu wooing you until he had you right where he wanted you, clumsy hands caressing each other's body, quick and warm kisses, and discretion in moaning so he could pay attention to the door bell in case Kita came carrying bags of rice. The last time was fun, despite the fact that you almost got caught red-handed.

"We should be quick."

"Yeah" Osamu said in a sarcastic tone. "I can see you're in a hurry" He pointed his gaze at the wetness in your panties, licking his lips, holding back from touching you still. "Look how messy you are".

"Samu! are you even listening to me?"

"I'm trying to pay attention, but you're just too sexy. Not gonna lie."

"Then, tell me what you want me to do" His grayish eyes bore into yours, able to read what they expressed.

Then Osamu lifted you up and sat you on the cold marble table of the warehouse, taking a quick glance at your body, stunned by the beauty of your curves, savoring them in his mind, decanting and amusing himself with his favorite parts.

"Let me hear your beautiful moans a second time today, darling" His thumbs played with the inside of your thighs, spreading them open, allowing a glimpse beneath them of your chubby pussy. "Hah… shit" He exhaled excitedly. His hips rocked forward instinctively, needing to have you lying there on your back for him, legs spread wide.

The throbbing in his chest began to ache as you lay back on the table and circled his hips drawing him to you, pulling your shirt up and exposing your large breasts squeezed into your bra.

"You're going to fuck me?"

"Fuck… Of course I do" In a quick set of hands, Osamu unclasped your bra as he worked his way under your boxers, reaching for his cock and pumping it a couple of times while his mouth was distracted with your breasts. He didn't skimp on making as much noise as possible as he savored and kneaded them at the same time, sucking your nipples and pinching them on his lips before releasing them. "They are so perfect… just mine" He kneaded relentlessly, and when he noticed that his cock was about to burst through his underwear, he released it as best he could, —caused by nervousness and quickness by the impatience of being inside you—, and pushing aside your panties, he entered you ever so slowly without losing sight of the expression on your face as he filled you.

"Atta girl, fucking your boss in his own warehouse, huh?"

He settled into a steady rhythm, and cursed himself for not having taken you earlier at that table. The movements of your body in response to his thrusts were something Osamu had yet to deal with. The bouncing of your tits followed by pithy gasps flooded his mind so quickly and directly, that in order to speed up the command his brain sent to his cock, he had to take possession of your hips and lighten the pace. His mind clouded as your insides tightened and his ears filled with his cursed name, thus ignoring —though not willingly—, your warning you were cumming. Osamu forgot the discretion agreed upon at the beginning and made sure to fuck you in the roughest way, letting anyone planning to enter the store know that he was busy to attend to any customers or receive any packages.

Maybe that day, the "closed" sign would remain hanging on the door for another hour.

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jubilee40 · 3 months

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Prison Boyfriend/Penpal Series

🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔

Prompts:

The reader is lonely (desperate) one night and after a couple of glasses of wine she decides to apply to be a prison penpal.

Reader is a part of a good Samaritan organization that helps reform prisoners.

This series will be a combination of my ideas and your requests.

This series will most likely have more smut, dark content, and angst then fluff.

All of the fics will be in a Modern World AU

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION

🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔🚔

ATTACK ON TITAN

EREN YEAGER

LEVI ACKERMAN

REINER BRAUN

BUNGO STRAY DOGS

OSAMU DAZAI

FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY

YUKI FUKUZAWA

JUJUTSU KIASEN

TOJI FUSHIGURO

SATORU GOJO

SUGURU GETOU

RYOMEN SUKUNA

KENTO NANAMI

MY HERO ACADAMIA

KATSUKI BAKUGOU

IZUKU “DEKU” MIDORIYA

KEIGO “Hawks” TAKAMI

TOMURA SHIGARAKI

TOYA “DABI” TODOROKI

KAI “OVERHAUL” CHISAKI

JIN “TWICE” BUBAIGAWARA

TOKYO REVENGERS

MANJIRO “MIKEY” SANO

KEN “DRAKEN” RYUGUJI

NAHOYA “SMILEY” KAWATA

SOUYA “ANGRY” KAWATA

RAN HAITANI

RINDOU HAITANI

HARUCHIYO SANZU

WAKASA IMAUSHI

HAKKAI SHIBA

SHUJI HANMA

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 1 year

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I love your writing so much and you seem to always brighten my day! So, I just wanted to ask if I can, could you do a chubby manager where she gets bullied because of it and the teams stand up for her and help her. I have been having bad mental health days and this will really help me. But of course if you don't want to it's totally okay. Just asking for consideration! (If you do pick this can you do Karasuno, and Shoji and if you do one that's totally okay 👍) ☺️♥️

Hi there! So my full headcanon requests are currently closed BUT this request definitely hits home for me. I’ve always been tall and chubby and use to get bullied constantly for both. I’m really sorry you are struggling mentally and I hope this can bring you a little smile 😊

I’m going to put it below the cut because it might be triggering to some

TW: Bullying, fat shaming

Being Karasuno’s Manager:

Miss Manager gets bullied

for her Weight

Karasuno (guest appearance by Seijoh, Shiratorizawa and Date Tech) x fem! Reader (she/her)

Warnings: swearing, fat shaming, bullying, reader cries, threatening words, Tanaka thinking he’s a bad ass, Tsukishima taking care of it 💅

First off, Karasuno is B L E S S E D

Come on, 3 managers???

Ugh say less!

Hinata now thinks they are a super powerhouse

Suga says that’s not a real thing

Kageyama kicks Hinata for saying something so stupid 🙄

Anyways, you are a first year like Yachi

Actually Yachi dragged you into this because she was nervous

She had told you about this hot girl who had approached her and asked her to be the boys volleyball manager

You were a bit nervous to say the least

It wasn’t necessarily because your were athletic or didn’t know anything about volleyball

But, in the past, you’d been bullied about your size

And of course, these guys were athletes and they would be fit

To your surprise, however, they said nothing about your weight

Heck they didn’t even seem to notice you were plus sized

Literally all you had to do was breathe YN and these boys would faint 😂

Karasuno treats all their managers like queens and is super protective

They adored you, Yachi and Kiyoko so much and appreciated everything you did for them

You threw them a towel? Eternally grateful 🙌🏻

Filled their water bottle? Excessive thank you’s

Took detailed notes? Framed them and read them everyday

Literally it would be hard to find a more thankful team!

However, not everyone was as nice as Karasuno

You’d faced bullies in middle school and high school

Thankfully most of the people at your high school were pretty decent and nice

But when tournaments came around 👀

Well let’s just say not everyone extended a warm welcome

It was inter high and you were tasked with filling up the water bottles

Honestly, it was your favorite task because you didn’t have to deal with Hinata and Kageyama fighting or Noya and Tanaka peacocking in front of the other team 🙄

As you filled the bottles, you noticed a group of guys gathering behind you

You thought nothing of it, thinking that maybe they were waiting for the water fountain

After you finished, you moved out of the way, turning to smile at them

“You can have the water fountain now! Sorry I was filling up my teams bottles!”

The guys all stared at you with disgust on their faces before one spoke up

“There was no way we could get to the fountain anyways with you taking up that much space.”

The guys all burst in laughter as you watched them

At first, you didn’t think it was due to your size and maybe you were just in the middle of both fountains

“Oh I’m sorry. I would have moved over for you.”

The guys all just laughed as another one spoke

“Not like we’d have any space with your fat ass taking up both fountains!”

Hearing this worlds, your heart instantly sank

But those idiots weren’t done 😑

Because if there’s anything we know about bullies, it’s that they do so to make themselves feel better

And these dummies must have really been feeling like shit…

“Honestly I didn’t even know there were two fountains behind her she’s so big!”

“Damn she’s like a walking billboard for Karasuno!”

The guys laughed as tears began to fill your eyes and your lip began to quiver

These guys were jerks who were hitting every one of your insecurities

And worst of all, you were frozen as the tears began to fall

“Awe did we make the baby hippo cry?” One of the laughed

You tried your hardest to move but you were frozen, unable to run from the bullies

However 👀👀 as luck would have it, you weren’t alone

Because Yachi had been sent to help you

And she saw the entire exchange 😌

She quickly turned, running back to the gym to grab the guys

Kiyoko saw Yachi frantically running and asked her what happened. Panting, Yachi recalled the events

Instantly the atmosphere in the gym changed

Without saying a word, Daichi, Noya and Tanaka took off

The rest of the team following quickly behind

Even Tsukishima was moving quickly 😱

When they say you, still standing there and crying

Oh boy : D

I would not want to be those bullies right about now

Kiyoko and Yachi ran to you and hugged you

“Are you ok Yn?” Kiyoko asked as you shook your head and cried harder

Oof- someone prepare the burial grounds because it’s about to go D O W N

Daichi walked right up to them and got in their face, Suga, Tanaka and Noya right on his heels

“What the hell did you just say to our manager?” Daichi boomed as your head shot up to see the team right in front of you

“What us? Nothing we were just waiting for the water fountain,” one of the jerks said as Suga glared at them

“That’s not what we heard you were doing,” Suga spoke as Tanaka and Noya began to crack their knuckles

By this time, a crowd was starting to gather

Seijoh, Shiratorizawa, Date tech…

The whole gangs here!

And let me just say, they do not look happy

“We heard you said something to our BEAUTIFUL Manager. Mind repeating that…” Tanaka said, cracking his neck from side to side

The guys faces began to pale as Karasuno’s eyes burned with anger

You didn’t want anyone to fight because you knew that they could get kicked out of the tournament

“Guys hey it’s ok, let’s just go,” you said, wiping your eye as Kiyoko and Yachi grabbed your arm

“I think we need to teach these jerks a lesson!” Noya snarled

Nobody was going to stop this

Literally Kunimi was filming because he knew Karasuno was not to be messed with

Heck even Oikawa and Iwaizumi were ready to back Karasuno up!

And because jerks don’t know how to keep their mouths shut, they continued to fan the flames

“Come on guys, she’s huge! How can we not comment on that? I mean I felt the floors move when she walked here!” One of them chuckled

Wrong thing to say bestie

“Let’s take this outside!” Tanaka said, grabbing the jerk by the collar and pulling him towards the exit

The other bullies tried to intervene but were stopped by the wall of Date Tech

“Yeah you ain’t going nowhere,” Futakuchi smirked as Aone glared at the boys

The bullies rn 👉🏻👁️👄👁️

“Hey man let me go! Listen I’m sorry ok!” The one being dragged by Tanaka cried

You didn’t want anyone to get hurt or expelled from the tournament because of you

You stood tall, wiping your eyes as you left Kiyoko and Yachi’s side

“YN wait!” Yachi yelled as you approached Tanaka and the bully

“Tanaka please don’t! I don’t want you to get hurt or kicked out! Karasuno has worked too hard for this,” you spoke as Tanaka looked from you to the bully

He shoved the bully to the ground as he glared down at him

“You’re lucky city boy!”

You breathed a sigh of relief as Tanaka walked away, grabbing your hand

Unfortunately the bully and his now broken ego weren’t don’t 🙄

“I knew Karasuno was a bunch of wimps!”

Daichi, Noya and Tanaka turned around and were ready

“Let’s go city boy! Two hits, I hit you, you hit the ground!” Tanaka shouted

Before you could stop them, they tore down fr towards the boy

Your eyes widened in shock as you prepared for a fight

But thankfully, an Angel shined down from the heavens

An Angel in the form of one tall, rather salty first year

The king of comebacks, Tsukishima 💅

“A bunch of wimps? You’re the one picking on a girl who was filling up water bottles for her team,” Tsukishima spat as Daichi, Noya and Tanaka halted

Everyone turned to look at Tsukishima who had now walked over to the boy and was looking over him

“Where is your manager? Oh wait, you don’t even have one do you? Jealous much? Or maybe it’s because your pathetic asses can’t find any girls who are even remotely interested in being your managers.”

The bully glared up at Tsukishima was was now smirking

“Werent you that team who couldn’t even make it past the first round last time? Yeah that’s right you got your asses handed to you in straight sets.”

“Yeah well at least our team doesn’t isn’t known as being fallen champions!” The bully spat back as Tsukishima laughed, bending over and making eye contact with the jerk

“At least people know who we are, nobody even knows your name.”

“Yeah well-”

“And now that everyone does know who you are, I think they all want to crush you,” Suga added as the boy gulped, looking around at everyone who was glaring at him

“Gee I wonder who your first opponent is?” Oikawa interjected

“That would be us,” Ushiwaka said, arms crossed and glaring at the man

“Oh I’d hate to be your right now!” Tendo laughed, coming from behind Ushiwaka

The boy got to his feet as Tsukishima continued to smirk, everyone still staring at him

“Come on man let’s get out of here,” one of his teammates said

The bully just scoffed before turning around and walking away

Everyone watched as they left for their gym before turning to you

“Are you ok Yn?” Asahi asked as you nodded

“I’ll be ok thank you but you guys didn’t have to do that,” you softly spoke

“No way we were going to sit back and let someone say those things YN!” Hinata shouted

“Yeah that’s why we turned Tsuki lose on his ass!” Yamaguchi smiled

“Shut up Tadashi,” Tsuki said as he began walking back the gym

“Sorry you had to deal with that Yn. If you ever need help, don’t be afraid to ask,” Iwaizumi stepped up

“We are perfectly capable of protecting our manager but thanks,” Daichi growled

“Ok enough of that, let’s go,” Suga said, pushing Daichi back to the gym

Kiyoko took your hand and began to walk away when Ushiwaka stepped in your way

“I will crush them for you Yn,” he said, voice monotone and face passive

You just smiled wide before hugging him

Ushijima 👉🏻😐🫂

Everyone else 👉🏻😳😱

“What the hell Yn where is my hug? I was ready to mess up my spiking hand for you!” Tanaka cries as Ennoshita smacked him

You rolled your eyes before hugging the winged spiker

Tanaka, acting like he’s never been hugged by a girl before 👉🏻👁️💧👄💧👁️

“I WANT A HUG TOO YN!”

“ME TOO!”

“YN look what you started!” Daichi yelled as a line had now formed in front of you, all the guys wanting a hug

Don’t worry YN, he could never be mad at you for long 🥰

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shinsouscatpisssmell · 1 year

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Screwed up

Paring:atsumu X chubby!housewife!reader

Warnings:just angst

Summary: reader prepares something special for atsumu since his loss at a Volleyball tournament. Hurtful words are said making it all fall apart.

An// sooooo I accidentally deleted my entire tumblr soooooo I’m reuploading stories <3 and some I have to write entirely!

It took all week to make these plans but everything came out just perfect. Having tidied the house and set up a nice dinner in front of the tv for when your husband comes home.

Truthfully it has been a hard couple of days for him since he's been training nonstop since losing a championship game so you wanted to do something to get him to relax.

Putting face mask and a tray of sliced cucumbers on a little portable tray on one side of the couch alongside some of his favorite snacks and putting out his favorite movies in a row. You lay a two matching blankets on the arms of the couch as you knew he would probably want to take a nap during the movie. As if on cue, the sound of the front door's locks click open as finishing up putting his favorite takeout on some plastic plates so you both wouldn't have to bother with dishes. Smiling at the set up as chest rises with pride mixed with excitement to see his reaction.

Nearly hopping to stand in front of him, "how was your day baby?" You ask frowning inwardly seeing his eye bags wanting to kiss them away from drooping shoulders.

"It was ok, hard as always." He says tiredly.

You hum in agreement, " well I got something to fix that, my love! I set up your favorite food, I got snacks, and face mask because I know your pores have been struggling with all the sweat and heat from running around a hot gym —, are you listening?"

" uh,yeah. That sounds great,(y/n) but I was hoping to just enjoy your cooking and take a hot bath and go to bed to start my days off." He rubs his eyes making you tap your toes with anticipation so he could see the set up you made.

"Well actually I got takeout! It's your fa-" you were cut off by the sound of him clicking his tongue against his teeth.

"Takeout? You couldn't have cooked or something? God knows you don't do anything else in this house! I'm the one keeping a roof over our heads."

There's a song in your heart and you start to fidget with your fingers, " I know,baby! That's why I got it and set it up in front the tv so we could watch some movies together and spend time with eachother!"

He rolls his eyes," I see you everyday in the same house and spend hours with you before and after I go train, isn't that enough? I just want to be alone for Christ sake. Two minutes! Is that hard to ask for?"

"No, baby but I-I just wanted to watch a movie together because-"

"Then just watch it yourself, I'm going to get in the bath and go to bed." He brushes past you and you feel your world break your eyesight gets blurry and you can't stop playing with your fingers looking down at your at feet in the same position that you were in.

Breathing gets heavy as you try to hold back your emotions rushing to your shared bedroom to get some pajamas and your phone before going into a spare room and cuddling up to a pillow and with the covers trying to muffle your whimpering cries and hiccups.

The tub gets drained of water as Atsumu miya wraps a towel around his waist and one to dry his hair as he walks into the bedroom he shares with you, " hey sweets, you know where my shorts are at?" The towel blocking his vision he shoots it into the dirty clothes hamper in the corner waiting for a response but in return getting nothing.

He looked over to the bed and didn't see your figure there and he started to remember how he snapped at you. Feeling a tug at his heart. He had quickly dressed himself walking into the living room where the tv screen had emitted a light on the couch and he slowly walks up behind it as to not disturb you, "lovely? I'm sorry about earlier I didn't mean to snap at ya'. You don't deserve that especially wit ya' not being the cause of me losing that match." He's met with nothing but silence, " how 'bout we watch that movie you were talkin' about earlier, hm? " still nothing, "baby girl? (Y/n)?" He turns on the light and peeks over at the couch to see not you but empty cushions and the set up you had made.

He dug Through snack bucket you had made and nothing but his favorites aside from a little bit of yours was contained in it along with the mini facial station you had prepped with all your tools and sliced cucumbers that you knew he loved the feeling on his eyes. His gaze goes to the the table that does indeed has his #1 takeout spot. He grabs the little white blank card that was placed between it.

' I know you've been having a hard week 'tsumu because of the game last week so I made you a small relaxation date for for a king! I love you, and remember you'll always be my favorite champion.' It ended with a a heart drawn in blue ink and a kiss from you.

It made him sigh as he runs his hands through his hair and throws his head back.

"I really fucked up...bad,"a sudden intrusion made him jump up, "but where is she? She wouldn't just leave,right?" He rushes back into the bedroom to grab his phone. He sees none of your stuff missing and the coat you always wear is still hanging up in the closet , "It's fucking freezin' out there she going to get a cold." He unlocks the phone and calls your cell while simultaneously trying to shove his feet in his shoes before he hears the ringtone you had placed for him.

He sighs in relief and follows the sound before coming face to face a shut door. As the song ceased he could hear your hoarse cries and he wants to punch himself even more for making you into that much of a mess. He knocks on the door. He could hear it get your attention as the cries becomes even softer, "(y/n?) I'm so sorry baby." He tries to open the door but you had locked it making him press his forehead against the cold brown wood, "just open the door and we could talk, ok?" He says gently.

"No Atsumu. I just want to be left alone." Your rejection makes him frown.

He tries to twist and turn the door knob again as if it would magically open for the 3rd or 4th time he tried, "c'mon (y/n), I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled! We can watch that movie you wanted,ok? I'll cuddle you up all nice and cozy on the couch." He bargains.

"Go watch it yourself, Atsumu! I just don't wanna be around you right now." You shot back.

He lets go of the door knobs as his heart sours at the same words he used towards you, "ok, baby. I'm right out here if you need anything, alright?" He places his hand against the door for a solid minute before pulling it away and dragging his feet over to the couch.

He grabs a pillow and fluffs it up before laying on it covering up with his blanket you had put out that you had sprayed perfume on making him cuddle up to it more as it helped him believe it was you along with your matching blanket close to his chest to get the feeling that it was you all snuggled up to his chest like every other night. except it didn't. It only makies it hard for him to sleep without your comforting warmth heating up his body on the cold nights with your feet entangled together as he gently kisses your forehead letting your bodies sink into the plushness of the mattress you had picked out. No Atsumu miya was stuck with only the warmth of a blanket instead of a spouse and the only love he could see was on some tv drama you we're watching before he had come home. Best to say he didn't sleep until late that night.

#x reader #x chubby reader #x plus size reader #hq atsumu #atsumu x y/n #atsumu x female reader #haikyuu atsumu #atsumu x you #atsumu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu angst #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x plus size reader #haikyuu x chubby reader

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astronoxx · 1 year

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Breathless Bokuto

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Bokuto during half time in the locker room washing his face with cold water to wake himself up and he looks up to see you sitting on the bench smiling softly at him he walks over and lays down next to you his head laying on your thighs he was to tall to fit fully on the bench so his feet bend touching the floor on the end of the bench. He sighs “Sorry baby” You look down at him with question “for what?” He chuckled softly “You came wearing my jersey cheering on me and I can’t even score a point for you.” He looks utterly disappointed in himself. You stare down at him in under disbelief and then you have a idea you say “I have a way to cheer you up” 2 minutes later your underwear is ripped off and so if your bra the only thing left is his extra jersey he lent you, you are hovering over his face he says “stop hovering, sit.” As he clench’s your thigh with his hands pulling you down onto his mouth he uses one hand to squeeze your thigh the other in your shirt rubbing circles on your nipple. He laps his tongue back and fourth sucking on your clit, you squeeze your thighs around his head and it makes him go faster like a starved man, one he is. He loves that you can take his breath away, who needs breathing anyway not him all he wants to do in please you as you ride his face that’s his one duty to please you. His tongue runs laps in your flaps as your thighs squeeze around his hand and bench you moan “Kou- we uh.. have to go.. play time...” he just goes faster as you squeeze his head making him breathless Bokuto doesn’t give a fuck if he misses the rest of the game if that means he can stay on this position. Til there’s a knock on the locker room door Akashi’s voice rings through the locker room meshing in with Bokutos slurping noises “Bokuto, We have two minutes can I come in?” Bokuto takes his two hands and puts them under your thighs and lifted you up a bit he yells “one second.” He moves you from his face to his bulge in his pants he sits up and turns so he can stand up he picks you up before and he holds you up with one hand while ur legs wrap around him he gently lets you down and takes a deep breathe his mouth sloppy he likes the juices off his face and helps you get your underwear and bra back on and he’s back to his normal perky self. He puts his hand in yours and whispers “Are you okay to walk?” You nod a little wobbly knowing if you said no he would carry you back to the bleachers you hold hold his hand he opens the door walking next to him Akashi smiles at you both until he sees you both together he definitely knows He keeps himself calm and together and he says “comeon before coach yells at us” you three walk to the gym together and he kisses your cheek before you go up to watch not forgetting to whisper “thanks for the good luck food.” Akashi face is horrified and Bokuto just smiles widely at us both they walk out to the court and in a few seconds the whistle blows and they start to play, a few minutes ago he was leaving bruises on your thighs and boobs and now he’s smiling proudly as he spikes the ball over the net. Akashi is next to him contemplating his life. Bokuto has traumatized Akashi you could say took his breath away

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msneedful-ispleaseful · 7 months

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Kenma! kinktober day 11

Kenma adores just having you on the floor beside or under his gaming desk. So much so that in between dying and respawning, he pulls down his joggers letting his hard dick slap his stomach and fucks it down your throat like you're a fleshlight with the little spurts of energy he gets between sets from the excess Gatorade he chugs while he marathons, imagine him just roughly disregarding your oxygen and deep throating you, cumming in a minute or two quietly and softly- as to not disturb the ongoing stream. then muttering a quiet “...sorry” before returning to his game and repeating the whole thing over again routinely despite the quiet apologies that always leave his mouth between moans, because he loves it so much he just cant stop.....

It’s a practiced routine, rehearsed nightly until it becomes muscle memory for you two, now days when getting ready for bed when you see kenma get ready to stream you crawl under his desk, settling between his legs— and then you wait.

You wait for the soft "Tut'" following the loud ‘K.O’ hear the snap of his waistband being tugged down under his balls, his already-hard cock presented to you, You open your slack jaw and lean forward.

You wait for his fingers to wrap around the base, run his palm down the length and give it two pumps, and then it’s pushed past your lips and grazing the back of your throat in one swift thrust. Drool pools past your lips at the sudden intrusion, dripping down your neck you gag at the head of his cock pushing in further, pushing in harder. your eyes burn and begin to water tears wetting your lashes and as he thrust faster you can’t. breath.—

But the seconds tick down on screen, you know it without needing to see it. because you can hear it 60-120 seconds before he has to go back to focusing on the game and ignoring your pleading eyes and desperate humps on his foot, you wet clothed pussy grind down slow and firm.

So you hold in your pleas, let your tongue flatten around the bottom of his cock and trace the vein that travels from the base up. Your hands finding his plump balls, stroking the skin with the pads of your fingers and squeezing them like kneeding balls you revel in the way they swell impossibly in your palm, pulse under your hand your sputtering and gagging increasing.

The steady slap, slap, slap, of every thrust only pushes his cock down further, buries your nose into the dark bush deeper, cuts off the oxygen supply to your brain even more. until you’re hazy, glancing up at him with glazed eyes but the figure in front of you is invisible, to blurry to be called anything but a swatch of colors.

You don’t notice the way his hips pick up speed anymore ,don’t care about the way his hands dig into your scalp and fuck your throat down onto the base like you’re nothing but an onahole kneeled prettily in front of him looking up at him with hearts in her eyes. By the time you come to, he’s sat back down on his chair with the waistband firmly snapped around his hips and you’re still kneeling there with cum collecting in your mouth.

You watch as his hands reach back ontop the desk, steady click clacking of the keyboard chiming back in like it never left, and when you blink up at him through glazed vision he looks down at you with a soft expression that says ‘sorry’.

It makes you blush, makes your heart pick up at the tenderness that rivals the roughness of his hips earlier, makes you forget about the cum that’s still sitting on your tongue until it drips down onto your thighs and mixes with the drool slicking the skin. So you swallow it, feel the creamy fluid trickle down your throat and nuzzle your cheek to his knee as a show of appreciation.

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ennoshitas-princess · 13 days

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My Sweet Pumpkin

Atsumu Miya x chubby fem! reader Warning: will have bullying and some of the scenes will be abusive, some cursing, please read with caution. If you are sensitive with these topics, please don't read. Fluff at the end Synopsis: the Miya twins’ fan girls (specifically Tsumu’s) bully you because you have to work together for a project. The girls found out about your crush on the setter and started to threaten you. Word Count: 1,067 This is held pre time skip. There will be no manga spoilers in any way. If you are not comfortable reading this, again, please do not read!!

Another note fell out of your locker for your shoes once again.

You couldn't take anymore of these horrible messages that they kept on placing on your desk, your locker, the spatting to your face of the thing you were already aware of. You knew it, they didn't have to say it over and over again:

You were fat.

All the girls in your school had fair pale skin, slender arms, small chests and waists, and nice petite bodies.You kept on comparing yourself, not able to stop those thoughts that ran in your head day and night. You just couldn't bear to see that your efforts of losing your soft belly were not working.How could a hot guy like him like me?

“Hey, l/n. Why the long face?” The faux blond peaked his head from behind the locker section.

You suddenly got startled with the sudden question from Atsumu. Just like you got startled, your voice showed the fright.

“Umm- I- well nothing!” You struggled to speak.

The teen boy bent down to pick up a piece of paper on the cold tile, puzzled at the sight of scribbles.Reading the letter to himself, you started to sweat cold. You found it hard to breathe, waiting for one of those girls to come out and beat you in front of the setter.

“L/n! I can't believe ya hid this from me. Why’d ya didn't say shit about this. Look, I’ll go an’ tell the-”

He suddenly was interrupted by a scream of yours.

“No! I mean, no. I will be fine. Please don't do anything about it. To this point I am-”

The faux blond interrupted you too.

“L/n-san, ya’re a sweet person. C’mon, ya deserve more than better, more than to be okay. Ya’re a star compared to everyone else.” He held your shoulders, shaking you.

Your eyes started to tear up, wanting to tell him that you were just a plain girl without an interesting life. You snatched the letter from his hands from where he stood.

A silence set place in the atmosphere between your soft figure and his strong lean body.

He burst the bubble of silence with a question.

“L-n, who the hell gave ya that letter?”

The tears of your eyes started to flow down like a waterfall in the rainforest. Without thinking straight, you hug the faux blond twin. While you sobbed in his chest, he started to ruffle your hair, enjoying the smell of your soft strands.

“Look, don't cry. I’ll fight whoever the fuck hurt ya. Trust me, please?”

You stare into his lovely honey brown eyes, still in tears. Sighing you go to tell him how his fan girl club did things to you.

“Miya and l/n, you will be partners for the project.” The teacher read off the names.You received death glares from some girls in the class. Comments came from their lips like it was the monsoon season.

“That fat bitch is gonna work with Atsumu-kun.” One of them said.

“I hope when she or he visits each other it doesn't turn him into a pig like her.” Went another.

Tears started to form. Without hesitation you asked the teacher if you could switch partners, but he told you that there was no way to switch.

“What? Just ‘cause that? L/n-san, that is so stupid of them! I can't let this keep happening. We are gonna go to the office an’ tell ‘em about the situation.” He pulled you by the hand.

“Wait! That isn't the only reason.” The words slipped out of your lips.

He turned around to look at your trembling plump figure. How on earth can they be mean with such a sweet and beautiful girl like you?

“What else did they say to ya?”

“Nevermind it's not really important.” You shake your hands frantically.

“No, l/n-san, please tell me. I care about ya. Y’know I do.” He grabbed your soft hands.

You couldn't keep the feelings anymore, or you felt too numb to realize what came out of your mouth and told him.

“They found out that I had a crush on you, and they thought I was a threat to them to have you as their boyfriend.” You stuttered your words, finding it hard to speak because of your sobbing.

Atsumu Miya’s eyes open wide in shock. The girl he had liked since junior high, liked him back. He would always be scared to approach you because of the way girls would stare. On how they would bully you because of your soft, plump figure. He couldn't bring himself to confess.

“L/n-san, I- well… to be honest with ya- I know it is possibly the wrong moment but…”

He leaned in closer to you, with every little millimeter causing your face to turn a bright crimson. The two of you smashed into each other's lips, tasting the strawberry from yours, and you tasted the sweet woody smell of his cologne.

Both of you ran out of air.

“Miya-kun-”

“No l/n-san. Call me Tsumu please. I mean I really like you.” He pulled your plump body in.

You take in everything that was happening in the moment and smile.

“Tsumu, I really want to be with you. I do, but what about-”

“Y/n, fuck ‘em all. You matter to me, and that is all I care about, if you love me.” He rubbed your chubby cheeks.You think more and smile at him.

“Fine Tsumu, I will be yours.” Hugging him tighter as if he would disintegrate if you let go.

“That's more like it, pumpkin.” He kissed the top of your head.

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The next day, the two of you headed to class and received a bunch of comments on you two holding hands.

“Atsumu-kun, why are you with this hog?” On girl asked.

“Well, I am glad ya asked! First off, she is not a hog, she is a beautiful jewel I wanna show off to the whole world. And to answer yer question, I love her with all my heart.” His toothy grin made you giggle. “Now, I reported all of ya to the office, and if ya say mean shit to my beloved princess one more time, ya will face consequences.”

With that both of you sat down at your desks, smiling at each other.

A/n: hi guys!! Another one shot done and finished to be posted! Hope you love it!

Thank you for stopping by my bakery!!

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ennoshitas-princess

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tiarahoarder · 2 years

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Seeing you dressed up for the first time

Karasuno × Gn!reader

Dressed up for an adventure in Tokyo winds up with you being mistaken for an otherworldly being. You look so fine, you are stealing hearts tonight 😉.

Currently playing: Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer

Warnings: not much, just everyone simping for you 😂😂

Note from the author: I tried my best to make reader as gender neutral as possible, mind the possibly gendered compliments that im not so sure of, even so I hope you enjoy and comment if I should make a part 2 with another team!

• It was during the inter High school games in Tokyo that this happened.

• You wanted to go out and explore Tokyo for sometime after the first match ( yk when tanaka went out to meet kanoka the second night )

• Dressed up, you bid yachi and kiyoko goodbye and shot a text to both takeda sensei and daichi.

• Walking out the motel, you paused to search for a close by pastry shop or cafe to chill at. Not noticing tanaka pacing right beside you.

• Tanaka however, noticed you right away, as soon as you walked out the doors of the motel. He had let put the loudest gasp.

• With the way your outfit complimented your body and how your hair framed your face as the city lights illuminated your gorgeous features.

• He swore he swooned. With this he dashed through the doors into the motel and up the stairs, slaming the room door open just to startle the rest of the volleyball members.

• Manz with a red face stuttered incoherent sentences only to have Nishinoya wake up from hearing your name being spoken.

• This of course confused everyone else but tanaka managed to calm down and explain what an absolute god sent you were that he saw.

• At this point everyone was curious and devised a plan to get you to come to their room after your trip.

• They had daichi text you to bring back some pastries and cakes for the team, hence why you had to find a pastry shop.

• Time skip to when you were back from your trip.

• As you were approaching the motel, the boys had gathered at the window to see you.

• Seeing them at the window made you walk faster up the stairs towards their room.

• While you knocked in the door to their room, everyone was fighting over each other as to who should open the door for you.

• Eventually daichi opened the door for you, freezing when he saw that smile that had his heart pounding.

• Pushing past him, you entered the room to have everyone be in awe at just how good you looked.

• Sugawara had let a small "wow" slip past his lips; shortly before tanaka yelled out "I told you"

• You looked around kind of confused at what was happening, until everyone was complimenting you. Even tsukishima offered a shy compliment with kageyama and hinata nodding enthusiastically in the background.

• That night many people fell in love with you, and it gave the team confidence knowing that such an ethereal being was cheering for them at their next game.

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kyovtani · 3 years

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𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 – 𝒊𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒛𝒖𝒎𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒋𝒊𝒎𝒆

࿏ pairing: iwaizumi hajime x chubby female reader ࿏ genre: fluff, smut, angst; best friends to lovers!AU ࿏ word count: 11.6k (at this point i have no explanation, im sorry) ࿏ warnings: swearing, mentions of body image issues, self doubts, anxiety, bullying, fat shaming; as well as violence and blood (iwa gets into a fight mwah); ddlg (daddy dom-little girl) dynamics, soft dom!iwa, body worship, praising, sugarcoated degradation, spitting, choking, fingering, face riding, unprotected sex

࿏ Summary: After four years of trying to get over your stupid crush on your best friend, said male finally comes back home and all of a sudden all of those plans are thrown overboard...

Even though you‘ve known about it for so long now, you still feel your heart skip a beat when Matsukawa mentions his return to Japan and no matter how hard you try to, you can‘t help the way the disgusting mixture of anxiety, nervousness and excitement starts filling your veins.

After all it‘s been literal years since you‘ve last seen him.

Iwaizumi Hajime, former Seijoh Ace, now freshly majored athletic trainer, your best friend of ten years and — love of your life.

However, of course he doesn‘t know about the latter and as pathetic as it may sound, you‘re quite proud of yourself for hiding your feelings for him so well that he hasn‘t suspected anything in all these years the two of you have been friends.

Of course it‘s painful and basically nothing but literal torture to watch the guy you‘ve lost your heart to years ago, move on with his life thinking he‘s nothing but a friend to you, but you know you‘d always choose this pain over the one of rejection and shame.

Because after all you‘re not his type or what he looks for in a partner and you're very much aware of it.

And no matter how many times you daydream about a life as his girlfriend, you won’t ever forget about the fact that Iwaizumi Hajime, basically a literal athlete, would never date someone who looked like you.

Growing up on the bigger side, physically wise, has always been difficult and something you're struggling with to this day. You had always hoped for those extra pounds to disappear once you hit puberty, just like it had happened to all of your friends but those hopes were quickly destroyed when you still found yourself hiding from full length mirrors to avoid having to look at your own body in your third year of High School.

By the time you turned eighteen, you had tried every kind of diet in hopes of losing weight but all of them just ended with you losing motivation and every bit of your happiness and even though you still struggle with it in your mid-twenties, you‘ve come to terms with it.

This is who you are and despite taking literal decades to realize it, you‘ve slowly but surely started accepting it.

However, when it comes to relationships, you‘ve given up completely.

After years and years of being rejected, hidden, fat shamed and disrespected by men who hated their own attraction to bigger women, you stopped wasting your time and energy on dating. If you wanted to hear someone shame you for being big, you could just go home to your family or back in your memory to remember all those mean things the skinny girls in your school had thrown at you.

Or you could just look in the mirror and let your brain do the job after eating literally anything.

Just thinking about a guy like Iwaizumi looking at you in that way has you chuckling coldly and every time you imagine confessing to him, it ends with a broken heart on your side because your brain loves to keep things realistic and never once have you considered the possibility of him liking you back.

It‘s not that Iwaizumi, or any of the Seijoh Volleyball boys, have treated you badly or even slightly differently in the three years you were their manager, but after having to deal with fat shaming your whole life, it has become quite difficult for you to believe that anyone found you attractive at all.

Especially people like the widely known Seijoh third years who also happen to – still – be your closest friends.

And unfortunately, as glad as you are that Iwaizumi remains rather oblivious to your year-long crush on him, the other boys, including the professional athlete to be, Oikawa Tōru who’s currently living his best life in Argentina are pretty much aware of your feelings for the trainer.

So, just as usual whenever the topic of Iwaizumi Hajime enters the conversation between the other two, you’re met with pitying stares from Takahiro and a lot of teasing coming from Issei. But at this point you’ve gotten quite used to it and don’t mind the brunette’s words, whereas you still find yourself growing absolutely annoyed at the way Makki stared at you.

“Stop staring at me like that, Hiro!”, you hiss and roll your eyes, the pity in his face so evident, if you didn’t know any better you’d think he’s mocking you.

“Just confess to him already!”, the strawberryblonde hisses, running one of his pale hands through his locks before he takes a big sip from his beer.

“Yeah, sure!”, you spit back, your words dripping in sarcasm and annoyance as you try to avoid your chest from growing even heavier at the thought of your best friend coming back after all those years.

“He broke up with that blondie months ago”, Matsukawa begins, his naturally sleepy gaze roaming your face attentively, “and he’s coming back to Japan. Now you really have no excuse left, Y/N”, and just as usual his words hit the right spot and all you can do is let out a shaky sigh before the intensity of your insecurities breaks down onto you like a huge wave.

“I‘m not his type, Mattsun”, you hiss, the bitter taste of reality coating the muscle of your tongue in the worst way possible, “and I‘ve had enough males reject and– or fat shame me. If I have to add Hajime to that list as well, it’s going to break me.”

You feel the two males’ soft gazes on you, whereas you can‘t help but focus on the napkin in between your fingers in hopes of distracting yourself from all those dark thoughts by nervously pulling at it.

“Iwa‘s not like that, Y/N”, Makki replies, brows furrowed in irritation; something you've grown quite used to seeing whenever the topic of your body image issues occured.

“Has he ever dated a big girl before, hm?”, you reply and look at him with arched brows and your lips pressed into a thin line. At the lack of response from the two men in front of you, you just lean back and nod.

“That‘s the point”, you take another deep, shaky breath; the tears threatening to spill from your glossy eyes at the thought of your pretty faced best friend and only men in your heart, “nobody likes women who look like me in that certain way, my loves. Every guy I‘ve been and slept with wanted to hide me or the relationship we had because they didn‘t want to be seen with a big girl.”

Suddenly you‘re hit with the memory of all those times you went home after any kind of intercourse with a male who had brought your hopes up with sugarcoated lies. Only to receive a harsh reality check when they asked you to not tell anyone about it, knowing it‘s simply because of the fact you aren‘t part of society‘s beauty standards.

“Y/N, we-”, “I‘m not talking about you two”, you‘re quick to interrupt Hanamaki, giving him a soft smile, “I know you don‘t care about it and sometimes I find myself wishing I would have fallen for one of you instead of the professional trainer”, you let out an empty, coldhearted chuckle before you finish your glass of wine in one go.

“I would fuck you without hesitation”, Mattsun shrugs, his plump lips stretching into a playful smirk and the tiny hint of seriousness in his gaze has you rolling your eyes with a soft scoff.

“Oh, shut the fuck up, Issei”, Makki hisses and gives his best friend the same reaction as you.

“What? I‘m being serious! You know this isn‘t the first time I‘m offering this to you, pretty one”, the brunette replies and this time you can‘t help but chuckle softly at his words, showing him your appreciation for his ability to make such heavy topics vanish from the surface so easily.

“Thank you, Issei but that guy I met on Tinder has been ghosting me for two weeks after we fucked and that‘s why I‘ve had enough dick for now”, and just when you let your gaze roam over the brunette‘s handsome face, you watch Hanamaki‘s face brighten up suddenly and furrow your brows in confusion.

“Hearing Y/N talk about dick is definitely not what I was expecting to come back to but it‘s surely a surprise!”

And upon hearing the familiar voice of your best friend, you understand the reason behind the change in Makki’s expression.

You watch the other two get up from their chairs, approaching the freshly majored trainer with the biggest smiles plastered on their faces whereas you try your best to stay as calm as possible.

However, the simple thought of Iwaizumi coming back had already stressed you out and having him stand behind you in all his glory made the tightness in your chest and the struggle to take proper breaths intensify just like that.

After what feels like an eternity you finally get yourself to stand up as well, turning around literally convinced you‘re ready to see him again after all these years only for it to be the exact opposite.

Your heart skips a whole beat at the sight of Iwaizumi and for a quick second you feel yourself getting dizzy from the lack of oxygen in your lungs.

“Hey”, he mumbles, his voice deep and raspy, something you‘re used to since the two of you have been talking regularly on the phone over the time yet hearing it in person again sends a jolt of hot arousal right into your core.

You nervously let your eyes roam his face; taking in the sight of his features, which have become even sharper during his absence. A soft sigh falls past your lips when you find the little scar right underneath his eyebrow which he had gotten back in middle school during one of his volleyball practices. The familiarity and feeling of security in the soft expression of his pretty, dark green eyes calms you down in an instant and by the time you feel your muscles ease up a bit, he‘s already approaching you with open arms.

Different than you’ve expected from yourself, you‘re quick to wrap your arms around his slim waist, taking him into your embrace with the intention of never letting him go again and at the feeling of his big hands on your body, you can‘t help but tear up a little.

You sniffle softly against the crook of his neck, Iwaizumi letting out a breathy chuckle at your sweet reaction as he caresses your back gently, subconsciously massaging your soft flesh to calm you down even more.

“Seems like someone missed me a lot more than she wanted to admit on the phone, hm?”, Iwa mumbles softly, placing the sweetest kiss on the top of your head as he holds you tight.

Matsukawa and Hanamaki let out a row of deep chuckles, partly laughing at your obvious reaction and partly because of their best friend‘s blatant oblivion.

“Shut up”, you reply with a sniff, taking in the light yet intense smell of his aftershave as well as the scent of detergent you had missed oh so much.

“Enough now, Y/N”, Mattsun huffs, “you can cuddle his stupid ass some other time, let‘s catch up with Mister America”, he adds and you know too well the tall brunette simply does it to stop you from falling even further into this dark hole you‘ve dug yourself; all those years ago.

Throughout the whole night, you stay rather quiet; listening to Iwaizumi‘s stories, more so to his voice but definitely his stories, too.

And every time he mentions some random girl he hooked up with or one of his ex girlfriends, you can literally feel the way he‘s avoiding your gaze; his eyes moving away from your face to focus on the guys as his voice turns a little less enthusiastic. You try your best not to read anything into it, knowing he‘s always been more hesitant towards you when it came to topics like this and in some way you find yourself appreciating it because it definitely helps to make the pain in your chest a little less heavy.

The atmosphere between the four of you remains calm; the familiarity something you‘ve always missed despite you and the other two boys spending just as much time together as you used to back in High School. Having Iwaizumi in your little circle again definitely has changed the air and it‘s in times like these you realize just how close you all actually are.

However, when Hanamaki and Matsukawa both stand up, cigarettes firmly placed between their plump lips, telling the two of you to give them a few minutes, you feel yourself slowly wandering into a state of anxiousness and slight panic.

It‘s not like you haven‘t talked to him alone during his stay in America, but the thought of having to look him in the eyes as you speak has always been something you‘ve struggled with.

Iwaizumi has this certain expression in his beautiful, dark green eyes, which makes it so much harder to not fall for him even more.

You don‘t know if it‘s the confidence and lack of insecurity or the mixture of softness and home which have the butterflies in your stomach go absolutely crazy.

Neither of you say anything for a good minute, your eyes glued to your phone screen which continuously lights up; Oikawa‘s name appearing several times.

You excuse yourself to give the professional athlete the responses he‘s waiting for, rolling your eyes at his way of telling you to shoot your shot at Iwa and “get that D”.

“Are you still talking to that one guy you told me about?”, Iwaizumi suddenly says, his eyes never once leaving yours and with a soft chuckle, you shake your head; enjoying the amount of protectiveness dripping from his words.

“We fucked and then he ghosted me”, you say casually, not realizing that it‘s not one of the other two boys you‘re talking to and with a soft gasp of embarrassment you try to mumble your way out of the situation.

“Iwa, I‘m-”, “Why the fuck would he even do that? Give me his fucking address so I can introduve his kneecaps to my baseball bat”, he‘s quick to interrupt you harshly, his tone filled with anger as his eyes gleam with wrath.

“It‘s okay”, you smile softly, placing your hand on his balled fists to calm him down again, “he told me not to tell anyone that we did it so his intentions have never been good. And on top of that – his dick game was so bad, I didn‘t even get to finish but had to take care of it myself, so it‘s definitely not worth the headache.”

You watch Iwaizumi‘s expression darken even further, his beautiful dark green eyes roaming your face with irritation oozing from his gaze and for a second you like to believe that there‘s even a hint of jealousy in between all those intense emotions but just as usual you find yourself shaking it off rather quickly.

“Why did he ask you not to tell anyone? What the fuck is even wrong with that guy?”, the brunette spits, downing the rest of his beer in one go.

You know why he‘s this angry and at this point you can’t even blame him anymore. Iwaizumi has never really understood why you put up with guys who treated you like absolute shit; continuously telling you how you deserved so much better and even though you wanted to agree, you simply couldn‘t. Because in your head, all those men who were ashamed of being with you yet still found their way to your door were exactly what was meant to be your life.

“Because being with a woman like me isn‘t anything he‘s proud of, Iwa”, you sigh, the words heavy and bitter on your tongue as you struggle to voice the hard reality.

“A woman like you?”, he replies and you see the genuine confusion on his handsome face, making his oblivion sweet almost.

“A big woman, Iwaizumi. Guys don‘t date big girls because we don‘t fit into society‘s beauty standards so being with us is something they‘re ashamed of because God forbid someone thinks they find us attractive“, you nervously play with the hem of your skirt, not having the courage to look into his face as those thing leave your lips, too embarrassed to meet his usually so welcoming and soft, but now wrath-filled gaze.

“That‘s bullshit”, Hajime is quick to spit back, hating the way you belittle yourself like that because of a random guy.

You smile, a soft scoff falling past your lips before you take a sip from the glass in front of you and even though you know you‘re going to regret those words, you still can‘t get yourself to stop from leaving you.

“Then why have you never dated a big girl, Haji?”, your voice is slightly shaky yet you remain the eye contact like a champion, never once averting your gaze from his handsome face even though the thrumming of your heart in your throat makes it so much more difficult to stay focused.

Iwaizumi seems taken aback; your words obviously hitting a place he wasn‘t expecting and that‘s when the feeling of guilt reaches its peak.

“I‘m not- It‘s not because I don‘t find them attractive I just- I uhm-”, the freshly majored professional trainer stumbles over his words like a two-year-old who just started learning how to speak and at the sight of a deep blush covering the apples of his cheeks as well as the tip of his nose and the whole of his neck, you let out a soft sigh.

“You don‘t have to explain yourself, Iwaizumi. I wasn‘t trying to accuse you of anything or offend you in any way, I promise. It’s just a topic I‘ve grown really tired of in the past few years”, you explain, making sure to choose your words carefully and when the tall male suddenly starts calming down again, you know you‘ve got him.

“Y/N, look-”, “Hey, Y/N the weak-dick-game guy is sitting at the bar with his ugly friends, just for your information”, Matsukawa‘s deep voice quickly cuts Iwaizumi off, his words sending shivers down your spine in the most disgusting way possible and with an almost painful roll of your eyes, you down the rest of your best friend‘s beer.

“Wait- What? Which one is it?”, Iwaizumi grunts, the calmness from a few seconds ago completely gone as you look at him with brows furrowed in slight irritation and annoyance.

“It doesn‘t matter, Iwa”, you say and wrap your fingers around his tattooed wrist, making him look into your eyes with another soft exhale, “he‘s not worth it. Just let it go.”

“Y/N, I said”, Iwaizumi is quick to place one of his big hands on your cheek, the dominance in his aura and the authority gleaming in his eyes has you gasping for air and just as usual you feel your panties growing wetter by the minute, “which one is it?”

His words don‘t leave room for protest; so strict and demanding, no matter how hard you try to think rationally, his naturally dominant persona has you submitting to him in a way no other guy has ever managed to.

“T-The one with the long, dark purple Hair”, you quickly reply, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth at the sight of Iwaizumi‘s anger and determination.

“Good girl”, he mumbles and pulls away, not even aware of the way his praise has your cunt throbbing like crazy and you absolutely hate him for it.

For a second you can‘t even get back to reality, the haze of arousal and longing for the tall male standing in front of you completely taking over your consciousness.

However, as soon as your brain registers Makki‘s panicked voice, you‘re quick to snap back and without missing another beat, you grab Iwaizumi‘s arm and look at him with pleading eyes.

“Please don‘t make a scene”, you whisper, knowing oh too well how much he loves to get himself in trouble because of his friends.

“He fucked then ghosted you all that while saying he doesn‘t want anyone to know he was with you because you're a big girl? That ugly fucker needs a fucking reality check because he can count himself hella fucking lucky to ever get a go with a woman as amazing and hot as you”, Iwaizumi hisses, his words filled with anger yet so, so sweet that without giving it another thought, you simply let go and try not to show him just how flustered he‘s gotten you.

“Are you guys about to kiss right now?”, Matsukawa suddenly says and with an almost audible roll of your eyes you lift your hand up, showing him your middle finger before you watch Iwaizumi‘s brows furrow even further with visible irritation.

“Then don‘t fight him”, you sigh, “please, Hajime, don‘t get yourself in trouble for a guy who‘s not worth it.”

“We‘ll see about it”, is all he says before he moves out of your tight grip, leaving you to stand at the table like that.

You feel your heart picking up its pace at the sight of the love of your life approaching your ex-hook up; several worst case scenarios popping up in your head within a few short seconds. And unfortunately every single one ends with Hajime throwing his fist into the guy‘s face because of his raging anger issues; something he‘s been trying to handle throughout his whole life.

“Makki, please do something”, you whimper and look at the strawberryblonde with glossy eyes; shivers running down your spine at the sudden sound of Hajime's deep voice cutting through the music of the bar.

“Not into you my fucking ass”, Takahiro hisses and follows Iwaizumi with quick steps, whereas Matsukawa remains next to you, watching the scene unfold with the fattest, shit eating grin on his face.

And while you‘re worried about Iwaizumi‘s well-being, said male can‘t even seem to think straight. The only thing he manages to focus on is the raging anger and hot wrath rushing through his veins at the thought of some random, small dicked guy treating you like dirt. With every step he takes, it seems to get worse and at some point the professional trainer is worried about his physical health because of the pace his heart is hammering against his rib cage with.

Iwaizumi has always struggled to understand why you put up with males who are literally unworthy of your presence yet every time he had asked, you simply shrugged and told him that this was how you were meant to be loved. Behind closed doors, hidden away from the world by people who literally worship the society‘s beauty standard.

And all of that when you‘ve had him right in front of you for all those years, ready to love and worship every bit of your body and soul.

Of course for you to let him love you he might have had to tell you about his feelings but as the years passed by, Iwaizumi slowly started to lose every bit of hope he had left. During his four year long absence you‘ve had your fair share of boyfriends and after the third one, the only choice he had left was to force himself to move on or else he would have lost his mind.

It‘s not like he never wanted to confess during High School but there was just something holding him back. The thought of losing you was heavy on his chest especially because Iwaizumi was very well aware you didn‘t feel the same. So for his own sake he chose not to tell you about his feelings for you; not even bearing the mental image of going through such rough times without you by his side.

He‘s already lost count of the amount of times he wanted to scream at you about how he would treat you just how you truly deserved to be treated and not like those douchebags who liked to use you for their own pleasure just to throw you away like a used tissue once they were done.

And after not being able to physically do anything for you because of the distance, he‘s finally got the chance to show you that no, those guys‘ behavior is not okay and yes, putting them back into their place is absolutely worth the headache.

“Hey”, the trainer hisses, coming to stand directly in front of the tall, purple haired guy, Rin Matsuoka, who‘s quick to harden his expression upon seeing the brunette.

“What can I help you with, big guy?”, Rin mumbles, placing his bottle of beer on the counter with his brows raised in curiosity.

Iwaizumi doesn‘t even waste another minute as he harshly grabs the collar of Rin‘sblack leather jacket, pulling him closer to himself. His friends rather quickly, yet Hanamaki and this time even Matsukawa are faster, coming to stand right next to each one of them with their arms firmly placed in front of their bodies to stop them from intervening.

“You‘re gonna listen to me and you‘re gonna listen good, did you fucking hear me?”, and just like a few minutes ago, Hajime‘s voice is cold and distant, not leaving room for discussion all while making sure to keep his tight grip.

The confusion and immense irritation is clearly visible on Rin‘s features; brows furrowed, jaw tensed and eyes gleaming with some kind of unnameable anger.

And the longer you watch the situation unfold, the heavier the anxiety in your system becomes and as you struggle to take proper breaths, you find yourself approaching your best friends; not wanting him to get his hands dirty on a guy like Matsuoka.

“What the-”, “Iwa please, he‘s not worth it..”, you say and wrap your fingers around his wrist, trying to find his gaze with desperate eyes only for him to gulp harshly and calmly tell you to take a step back.

“You?”, Rin spits, his dark eyes boring into your side as you try to ignore him; the amount of humiliation and shame washing over your body way too overwhelming to handle.

“Haji, let‘s just go, please”, you whisper, taking his face into your hands, his skin literally burning underneath your fingertips.

“No, Y/N, this stupid bastard has to understand that you can‘t just go and treat women like absolute dirt and get away with it”, Iwaizumi moves out of your soft touch, making Rin shift his attention back on you before the deep voice of one of his friends cuts through the tension.

“What the fuck is he talking about, Rin? Do you know her?”, the blonde says, his tone rather degrading when talking about you and at the way his eyes roam your body with a rather opposed expression show you exactly why that‘s the case.

“N-No, I don‘t!”, he‘s quick to defend himself, his eyes shifting to his friends with sheer panic filling the dark color and you feel your heart sink and the disgusting feeling of shame rushing through your veins.

“You‘re such a fucking piece of shit, Rin”, you hiss and swallow your tears; the taste bitter as the realization of being sometjing to be ashamed of hits you yet again.

“You definitely weren‘t acting like this when you fucked me”, you add and roll your eyes, taking a step back as the anger overcomes you and you basically give Iwaizumi a silent free pass to do whatever the hell he needs to, “or better said – when you tried to. It wasn‘t like I came with your weak dick game anyway so..”

“You fucked that fat bitch? Oh, yikes”, the other friend suddenly says, his words hitting you in the face like literal bricks and before you can even take your next breath or shift your eyes to the face the voice belongs to, the guy suddenly falls to the floor, holding his bloody nose.

You let out a shocked gasp, your eyes falling to Hanamaki who‘s busy shaking his hand, his knuckles already reddened and slightly bruised as he looks at you with a satisfied grin, “no one gets to call my best friend a bitch.”

“I was full on drunk and- do you really think I‘d fuck her sober?”, Rin tries to talk himself out of it and with a cold chuckle you throw your head back.

“How the fuck dare you talk to her like that”, is the last thing Iwaizumi spits before he throws his fist right into Rin‘s face with a deep grunt.

Another loud shriek escapes your lips and suddenly the anger and anxiety seem to leave your body and a huge wave of adrenaline hits you at the sight of your ex-hook up falling to the floor and Iwaizumi quickly moving with him.

For what feels like a whole hour but is probably nothing longer than a minute, you‘re literally frozen; your eyes the only moving part of your body as you watch your best friends break their knuckles on the jaws of literal strangers to them.

The following hour passes by in a blur. You can‘t really remember how or who separated them from those guys, or how you got yourself to call an uber and manage to get the four of you to your flat.

By the time the adrenaline stops making the blood rush in your ear, you‘re taking care of Matsukawa‘s wounds with shaky hands; the two others holding ice packs to their faces to ease the swelling of their bruises.

“Stop sighing so much”, Iwaizumi suddenly says, his dark eyes focusing the movements of your hands before he looks at you with a slightly softer expression, “we did what we had to do. And I‘m glad we did it. Those guys already looked so fucking punchable”, he explains and with a scolding scoff you press your lips to a thin line.

“You‘re back in Japan for how long? Two days? Yet already got yourself in trouble, a physical fight at that, Hajime. You‘re not your High School self anymore, start behaving that way, please”, you reply and hand Mattsun a plastic bag filled with ice cubes, softly caressing his bruised cheek before you stand up from your place on the floor.

“You got yourself one hell of a mouth while I was gone, huh?”, he replies cockily, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue before he follows you into the bathroom.

You feel your body heating up at his words, the sexual tension laying underneath the surface slowly finding its way to you again and with a soft sigh, you ignore the brunette.

“How was I supposed to let him say all those things to you and not do anything, Y/N?”, Iwaizumi replies, a pouty word of gratitude leaving his lips when you take his big hand into yours and start cleaning up the blood on his bruised knuckles.

You try your best to stop your thoughts from wandering to sinful places yet images of those pretty, tattooed fingers wrapped around your throat and knuckle deep buried inside of your cunt have already filled your mind by the time you lower your gaze from his face.

“I‘m used to-”, “That does not make it okay, Y/N”, your best friend suddenly says, taking your chin in between his fingers to lift your head and look at you with those beautiful, dark green eyes.

“You deserve so, so much better and I‘m glad I can finally tell you this in person after all those years. Please stop letting douches like him take advantage of you”, he sighs, taking your hands into his and pulling you a little bit closer to himself.

“It‘s that or Matsukawa‘s cock and I‘d rather have a stranger emotionally pain me than my best friend, so-”, “What? What the fuck are you talking about?”, Iwaizumi interrupts you harshly, your words obviously irritating him.

“After my last boyfriend dumped me a year ago I‘ve only had casual flings because I got tired of using my hand to get off and Matsukawa offered to take care of it instead. But then again, it‘s just a lot less complicated with a stranger than it is with your best friend, that‘s why I‘m putting up with shit like this”, you explain to him and walk back into the living room where Mattsun and Makki are currently busy with your leftover take out from the previous night.

“So if it wasn‘t for that, you‘d let him fuck you?”, Iwaizumi‘s tone has turned cold again, the softness gone and replaced by something a little thicker and more intense than anger. And when you turn around to look at him, you see literal jealousy gleaming in the green color surrounding his iris, basically leaving you speechless.

“Why do you even care, Iwa?”, you reply, dramatically throwing your hands into the air as his tensed demeanor sends you in some kind of haze of irritation.

“Answer my fucking question, Y/N”, is all you get in response; the brunette closing the distance between the two of you with a few small steps and it‘s the lack of space between your faces that has you realizing just how unevenly he‘s breathing.

Your heart starts slamming against your rib cage with rather brutal pace, your head spinning from the sudden adrenaline shooting through your body and on top of all of it you feel your cunt clenching around nothing like crazy as Iwaizumi’s heavy scent fills your nose.

“Yes”, you say and feel your voice breaking, “yes, I would fuck Matsukawa because why not? Hm, Iwaizumi? There‘s nothing else stopping me from it other than-”, “You can‘t and won‘t fuck him”, he suddenly interrupts your outburst, his expression as dark as ever as he softly pushes you against wall.

“I think this is the moment where we‘re supposed to leave”, Makki mumbles, pulling Mattsun from the couch before they gather their things and leave the two of you to yourself.

As the silence surrounds the two of you, the tension grows even thicker, heavier, more present than before and with every breath you take you feel yourself growing more and more aroused.

“And why is that, hm? I can and will fuck whoever I want”, you spit back, trying so hard ot not let the arousal get to your head yet the disgusting urge to submit to Iwaizumi‘s naturally dominant personality slowly starts overwhelming you.

Hajime chuckles deeply, his eyes lazily roaming your face, pressing his strong body even further against yours as your head starts spinning more and more with every second passing by.

“Iwa…”, you whimper softly, throwing your head back and harshly digging gripping the soft fabric of his shirt; the close contact makes you a lot more nervous than before.

He slowly takes a deep breath before he bends down to let his nose graze your jawline, and eventually letting his mouth find its way to your ear.

“Because no one can fuck you like I can, pretty one”, Iwaizumi whispers, his voice a whole octave deeper than just a few seconds before and you hate the way every single one of his words sends a single, hot jolt of arousal right into your core.

“And”, you hear him inhale sharply, his hands finding their way to your hips, groping the soft flesh firmly in his palms before he takes a short break and then pulls away to look at you again, “no one can love you like I can.”

At the sound of those words, your eyes snap open within a second your heart skips a literal beat.

“W-What?”, you whisper, your throat completely dried up, your head desperately trying to process what he’s just said and just as your body is about to fall into some kind of haze, you feel yourself drowning in a wave of anxiety at the thought of having misheard him.

“I love you, Y/N”, Iwaizumi says just when those thoughts are about to take over you.

“Ha-Hajime…”, you mumble; your bottom lip starts to quiver as tears pricker at the corners of your eyes, the first few finding their way down your cheek in an instant.

A few seconds of silence pass in which you two just look at each other, Iwaizumi’s pupils blown out, cheeks tinted in the deepest shade of red and plump lips parted as he also tries to understand what just happened.

After all these years of imagining what it might be like to hear these kind of words from the love of your life, it’s finally become reality and the longer you look at him, the lighter the weight on your chest becomes.

“I’m sorry if I ruined our friendship with this but I just – couldn’t keep it to myself any longer. When I was in America I had promised myself to confess as soon as possible when I’m back so here I am. Those men don’t deserve you. Neither do I but I would have hated myself forever if I didn’t at least try. So”, he finishes his sudden explanation with another deep exhale before he takes a step back, his glossy eyes wandering from yours down to the floor, “thank you for everything and please take care.”

And fortunately your body acts a lot faster than your mind because while you still try to process his soft, sweet words – the words you’ve been dying to hear for so, so long – you find yourself tightening your grip on his shirt and pulling him back into you with a soft sob.

“I love you, too”, you whisper against his lips, pressing your forehead against his as your eyes flutter shut at the overwhelming warmth coming from his body.

“Fuck, baby”, Iwaizumi chuckles breathlessly, wrapping his arms around your body and burying his face in the crook of your neck, “I’m one lucky bastard, aren’t I?”

You smile brightly at his genuine and soft words, the feeling of coming home – a place you’ve longed for literal years – slowly breaks down onto you in the form of waves and for the first time in a really long time, you don’t mind being overwhelmed like that.

“So that means that you’re mine now?”, Iwaizumi whispers, pulling away and taking your face into his big hands, the smell of blood grazing your nose yet easily gets overshadowed by the way he’s looking at you as if you were holding the whole world in your hands.

You nod and move further into his touch, enjoying the feeling of being so safe and secure in one’s hands after not even feeling comfortable with anyone in years.

“T-Thank you for loving me, Iwa”, you gulp harshly, looking at him with teary eyes at the memory of all those who had managed to break your heart in the past years.

“No, baby”, he sighs, pressing the softest kiss right onto your lips, “thank you for letting me love you. When I say you’re literally everything I’ve ever dreamed of, I’m not even exaggerating because that’s what you are to me. A dream come true”, those are the last words Hajime mumbles before he pulls you into a proper kiss; not giving you the opportunity to reply.

The kiss starts off slow and calm. As if both of you were still trying to understand that this was actually happening because despite the hesitant movements, neither of you can hide the intense hunger lingering underneath every soft peck.

Iwaizumi, just as usual, lacks the patience to keep it going like that, not even trying to take it easier for even longer as he pulls your chin down and calmly pushes his tongue into your mouth, easily eliciting a soft moan from you. Your fingers find home in his brown curls, pulling at the thick strands and finally making him grunt right against your tongue; the deep sound sending vibrations and sweet little jolts of excitement through your whole body.

You slowly feel his hands wander; first starting off caressing your back, groping the soft flesh of your waist as well as the fingers of his right hand softly digging into your skin and for a second. You allow yourself to fall deeper and deeper into the perfect feeling of his touch until suddenly a mental image of his most recent ex-girlfriend pops up in your head and you stop functioning completely.

Iwaizumi lets his lips wander down your chin, placing a row of open mouthed kisses on your jaw before he moves to your neck and pulls the sensitive skin into his mouth without wasting another minute. The feeling of his hot tongue on your skin has your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you desperately try to distract yourself from your anxiety‘s attempt to ruin this for you.

You let out a soft whimper when Hajime wraps one of his big hands around one of your tits, harshly groping the flesh while rubbing his hard, clothed cock against your thick thigh.

His deep grunts and needy touches have you ruining your panties in no time to the point where the lacey fabric is literally sticking to your hot flesh in a rather uncomfortable way.

“Need you, baby”, Iwaizumi grunts, the movements of his hips rather sloppy and rushed yet so, so genuine and sweet, you can‘t help but smile softly.

“You got me, Haji”, you reply and take his handsome face into your hands, caressing his cheeks with your thumbs, “I‘m all yours.”

“Fuck, baby”, he moans and suddenly pulls away, his hands finding their way to the hem of your dress before he meets your eyes and wordlessly asks for your consent.

You give him a quick nod, pushing the voice of your anxiety all the way to the back of your head as Hajime slowly pushes the fabric up your thighs, revealing more and more skin before his eyes roll into the back of his eyes at the sight of your black lace panties.

He doesn‘t waste much time; quickly pulling the rest of it over your head and then taking a whole step back to let his greedy eyes roam your body with lust and nothing but adoration.

And when you realize your current, exposed state you take a deep breath to hold those insecurities back, however they‘re a lot faster than you are.

You nervously try to cover your naked body with your arms. Just the thought of him finding you and your body disgusting breaks your heart into pieces and with shivers of shame rushing down your spine, you lower your gaze.

“L-Look, I know it‘s not what you‘re used to and I- you don‘t have to touch me. I can just suck your cock or give you a handjob if you feel more comfortable that way”, you say, your voice a mere whisper and eventually breaking at the end when you give in to the tears.

“Baby…”, Iwaizumi sighs, pain evident in the tone of his voice. He calmly takes your wrists into his big hands before he pulls your arms away from your body, softly asking you to look at him and after what feels like an eternity, you manage to lift your head only to be met with nothing but warm, dark green eyes.

“You‘re fucking perfect”, he whispers and places a tiny little kiss on your lips, leaving you longing for more as he pulls away right afterwards, “there‘s literally nothing I would change about you.”

At the sound of those sweet words, you simply cannot hold back your tears any longer. You look at Iwaizumi with a quivering bottom lip as you let out a row of soft sobs; digging your nails into the skin of his wrists because you simply don‘t know what else to do.

For the first time in your life, your brain isn‘t protesting against a compliment and you know if it wasn‘t for him, there would be no way you‘d believe it.

“B-But your ex-girlfriends are the exact opposite and-”, “They don‘t matter, baby. You‘re you and it‘s all I could have asked for. I‘m in love with every part of your body and that has never been any different”, Iwaizumi interrupts you with his calm voice, placing his hands on your waist before one of them finds its way to your barely clothed ass.

“But-”, “No more buts”, the brunette says, a lot sterner and more determined, groping the flesh of your ass and then landing a firm spank on the soft flesh which has you whimpering into the crook of his neck.

Iwaizumi chuckles and pulls you into another deep kiss, sucking at your tongue, nibbling on your bottom lip all while his hands make sure to graze every bit of naked skin they can find. He pushes his leg in between your thighs, pressing it right against your cunt and without even wasting another second you find yourself grinding against the strong muscle. The fabric of his jeans rubs your throbbing clit in the best way possible, eliciting a row of needy whimpers from you.

You feel yourself soaking through the fabric of our lace panties and you know you‘re currently leaving a huge stain on Iwaizumi‘s pants but the pleasure clouding your mind makes it so easy to just ignore it.

“What a needy girl you are, baby”, Hajime mumbles, caressing the slightly dampened skin of cheeks with his thumb before he moves to graze your bottom lip and eventually pushes the digit into your open mouth.

Your lids fly open at the taste of his skin on your tongue, twirling the muscle around his thumb and then sucking on it softly, followed by some muffled moans of his name.

Iwaizumi watches you attentively for what feels like an eternity. His beautiful eyes wandering from the way you‘re rubbing your clunt against his clothed thigh to your perky nipples and then up to the way your lips look wrapped around his thumb like that and from the way his expression keeps growing darker and even hungrier, you know he‘s more than just enjoying your despair.

“I want to spit in your mouth”, he says, using the dominant tone you‘re oh so used to at this point and there‘s no way you‘d ever say no to him.

Something about being claimed in such a lewd way by the man you‘ve been dreaming of for years has you grinding your pussy into his thigh even harder; making sure to hit your clit with every rushed drag of your hips.

“Yes, p-please, Daddy”, you beg, not even overthinking any of your words as you part your lips and look at him with big, needy eyes.

When you notice the rather shocked and slightly overwhelmed expression on Iwaizumi‘s face, you gulp harshly, tilting your head to the side with your lips pushed into a concerned pout.

“What‘s wrong, Iwa?”, you whisper, way too scared of his response.

“You called me Daddy”, he replies and licks his plump lips, whereas you freeze completely at his comment.

“D-Did I? I‘m so sorry, Iwa”, the apology falls past your lips almost instantly at the realization because you know that not every guy is comfortable with such dynamic and even if Hajime definitely has a natural dominance to his personality, you should have waited a little longer before bringing this particular kink up.

“None of my boyfriends liked it and I don‘t like using it with completely strangers so I g-guess I just feel really safe with you and it slipped and I- oh, God, I‘m so sorry.”

You pull away from Iwaizumi with shaky hands, tears threatening to spill for the nth time within such a short period and you try your best to look everywhere but his eyes.

However, Iwaizumis seems to have other plans.

He takes your chin into his hand and pulls your face closer, nudges your nose with his own and then sucks your bottom lip into his mouth; making you whimper rather loudly.

“Say it again, baby”, he whispers, “tell Daddy how badly you want his spit.”

As his words echo inside of your brain, you let out a loud, high pitched whine, harshly trying to press your thigh further together ss the throbbing of your cunt becomes unbearable.

“Please, Daddy”, you reply, pushing his hand down to your neck and smiling softly when he wraps his pretty fingers around your throat, feeding right into every single fantasy you‘ve been imagining for so long, “spit in my mouth and on my cunt, I don‘t care. I just need it.”

“Good girl”, Iwa growls softly, “open up then, pretty one.”

You part your lips almost automatically at the sound of his demand, sticking your tongue out slightly and looking up at him with anticipation and such eagerness, if it wasn‘t for him, you would have never been as comfortable as this.

Iwaizumi smirks at you, keeping his grip on your throat firm but not too tight as he gathers his own saliva and spits into your mouth with a loud, lewd sound that sends shivers of pleasure straight down your spine and right into your core.

You can‘t stop your lips from stretching into a big smile when his taste coats the muscle of your tongue, swallowing it all in one go before you open your mouth yet again to show him it‘s all gone.

“Good fucking girl”, Iwaizumi praises you softly, caressing your cheek before he lets fo of your throat, “I got myself a perfect little doll, hm?”

“Thank you, Daddy”, you reply quickly, the intense urge to obey to his every word and submit to his every move absolutely overwhelming at this point, but you would never want it any other way.

“Look at you, using your manners for me. You‘re welcome, princess. What about a little reward for being so good for me, baby? Wanna sit on my face so I can eat that pretty pussy of yours?”, Iwaizumi takes you hand into his, intertwining his fingers with yours before he guides you to the couch, letting himself fall into the soft cushion whereas you try your best not to panic at his words.

Of course the thought of having his mouth on your cunt is more than just tempting but you've never sat on a guy‘s face before; the fear of literally suffocating him with your weight making it impossible for you to even think about it.

“C-Can‘t you just eat me out like this, Daddy?”, you whisper, looking down to meet Iwa‘s hungry gaze and stopping him from pulling your panties any further down your thighs.

“I‘m too heavy”, the explanation follows right away, not wanting him to think it has anything to do with him or his wishes, “I don‘t want to hurt you.”

“Baby, I want you to sit on my face so I can eat your pretty pussy. That‘s it”, Iwaizumi says, his right hand finding the clasp of your bra and quickly getting rid of it before he takes both of your tits into his big hands; toying with your nipples and attentively watching the way your gasps grow louder with every pull on the perky buds, “you don‘t have to if you don‘t want to but don‘t you dare worry about me because this has been a dream of mine for literal years. Oh, how badly I want to be squished by those pretty, thick thighs of yours – you have no idea.”

“I want to! It’s just that I’ve never done this before. A-Are you sure? Please don‘t think you have to want this to make me feel better, I‘m okay with whatever you‘re comfortable with”, you whisper, not trusting your voice when you suddenly feel Iwaizumi‘s fingers tracing patterns on the inside of your thighs.

“Enough of this, pretty one”, his words are accompanied by a firm spank on your naked ass cheek; the pain of the sting leaving your pussy a spasming mess and with a soft moan you tighten your grip in his hair, “now sit on my face or I won’t fuck you.”

“N-No! Daddy, I‘m sorry, I promise I‘ll be good”, you whine quickly letting go of him so he can lay on his back only for Iwaizumi to get rid of his black shirt; revealing his strong, well trained body and all those dark lines adorning his tanned skin to your hungry eyes.

It takes you a few good seconds to gain enough confidence to actually spread your legs over his face, your whole body shaking with nervousness. But once Iwaizumi wraps his strong arms around your thighs and pulls your body even further down to his face, you slowly start easing up.

The feeling of his hot breath fanning against the wet flesh of your cunt sends goosebumps down your back. And the sight of his pretty face between your thick thighs, something you‘ve always been so insecure about, seems to slowly take a place as one of your favorite images to ever exist.

“Look me in the eyes, baby”, Iwaizumi mumbles and sucks at the skin of your inner thigh, his tongue on your skin making more and more juices gush out of your already drenched cunt as you allow yourself to meet his hungry gaze.

And just when your eyes meet, Iwaizumi sticks his tongue out and licks a long stripe over the hor flesh of your pussy before he gently pulls your little clit into his mouth and starts sucking on it.

You let out a loud groan; the sudden stimulation on your needy clit sending literal shock waves of pleasure through your body and without even realizing you slowly grind yourself further against his mouth.

Iwaizumi moans into your flesh, the deep bass of his voice sending vibrations right into your core, making your cunt clench even harder around nothing and if it wasn‘t for the intensity of his stare, you would have looked away already. Yet just as usual, there‘s something about the way he looks at you which has you feeling at literal ease – even in such a situation.

“Come on, baby”, Iwaizumi suddenly grunts, letting go of the sensitive bud with a loud sound before placing an open mouthed kiss on your clit and landing a harsh spank on your ash which has your body jolting in antica, “don’t be shy now. Ride my face like the good girl you are, make me proud…”, he adds softly, his words encouraging you easily and with a sound of affirmation, you start grinding your hips to meet the hot muscle of his tongue.

The following minutes are filled with loud slurping noises, high pitched moans and deep grunts as well as more words of affirmation and encouragement all while Iwaizumi continues to switch between thrusting his tongue into your tight hole and sucking on your clit before he eventually starts fingerfucking you with two of his thick digits.

You can't help but throw your head back at the immense amount of pleasure; your body and mind slowly reaching a point of complete haze as you lose yourself in the feeling of his touch.

And by the time you finally feel the taste of your high coating the tip of your tongue, your grip on Iwaizumi‘s hair tightens and a row of loud, choked out begs fall past your bit swollen lips.

“Look at your greedy little pussy clenching around my fingers like that”, Iwa chuckles deeply, picking up the pace of his thrusts as he keeps his mouth way too close to your throbbing little clit, “and those pretty begs. Gosh, baby, you‘re going to drive me insane.”

“S-So close, Daddy”, you choke out, your eyes flying open when you feel a third finger joining the two inside of your tight cunt, the pain of the stretch in combination with the pleasure of your upcoming high making your head spin.

“There we go, that‘s my baby”, he takes a deep breath and starts kneading the soft flesh of your ass in his palms, “want you to cum all over my fucking face. Show me what a good fucking girl you are.”

And those are the last words your brain manages to register before you feel the first wave of your orgasm hit you. Your sight turns pitch black and then white for a good second, your whole body tensing up at the feeling of coil in your core finally snapping.

Your thighs are shaking, your breath continuously hitching as you desperately try to regain your composure and if it wasn‘t for Iwaizumi‘s touch on your sensitive pussy, you‘d stay in the beautiful haze of your orgasm.

“You came so hard for me, baby”, Iwaizumi grins and pushes his fingers into his mouth before you finally find enough energy to get off of his face.

“W-Want more”, you whisper, your voice raspy and breathy as you tell him your request; low-key scared of being too greedy yet at the sight of Iwaizumi‘s eyes sparkling with excitement, you know he‘s not one to deny you anything. He‘s never been, after all.

“How about we move this to your bedroom, baby? I‘ve been dying to press your face into the mattress and ruin that little pussy of yours.” You feel a jolt of excitement blooming inside your chest at his words, nodding eagerly before you reach for his hand and guide him down the hall to your bedroom.

“Do you want me to suck you off?”, you say when the two of you come to stand in your room, your eyes focusing on the huge bulge in his pants, which manages to scare you slightly with its impressive size.

You always knew your best friend wasn‘t on the smaller side when it came to size yet you still can‘t hide just how surprised you are by its actual size. And suddenly the three fingers make a lot more sense to you.

“Let‘s save that for another time, pretty one. I‘ve been dreaming about pumping your cute little hole full of my cum for way too long. I can‘t wait any longer”, Iwaizumi replies and finally starts unbuckling his belt.

You take the few seconds he‘s busy to let your eyes admire the beauty of his perfectly sculpted body. You follow the dark lines of his chest tattoo, take in the sight of his stone hard abs and veiny arms as you press your thighs even more together to ease some of the pressure on your cunt.

“Are you done eyefucking me, pretty one?”, Iwaizumi suddenly chuckles, casually pushing his jeans as well as his boxer briefs down his meaty thighs and exposing his hard cock for your hungry eyes to devour.

He wraps his pretty fingers around his throbbing length, the tip an angry shade of red as precum continues to leak out; making your mouth water at the mere thought of having him in your mouth.

“Everything about you is so pretty”, you sigh and look into his eyes, the genuine appreciation in the green surrounding his iris making your heart grow warmer before he comes to stand in front of you in all of his glory.

“I love you so much”, Iwaizumi replies calmly, taking your face into his big hands before he places the softest kiss on your forehead.

“I love you, too”, you mumble and get up, pressing your lips against his and sighing into his mouth when he pushes his tongue past your lips without missing a beat.

Just when Iwaizumi starts letting his hands wander over your naked body, he halts his movements and pulls away slightly, “my pretty little baby, make sure to face the mirror so you can watch while I fuck your brains out. I want you to see just how perfect you are.”

“Yes, Daddy”, you whisper, your lips stretched into a big, big smile as you move out of his strong grip to position yours on your knees just as you were told.

Your heart suddenly starts racing again when you bury your face in your arms, making sure to push your ass as high as possible to give Iwaizumi easy access to your glistening cut. The excitement in combination with the pleasure and deep, deep longing finally manage to take over your brain; shoving the anxiety alongside all those insecurities to the very back of your head and making it easy for you to put your whole focus on the tll male behind you.

Iwaizumi’s rough hands caress your bare ass softly, kneading the flesh and lightly spanking it a few times before he lets a thick drop of his spit fall right onto your clenching pussy; sending goosebumps down your back at the feeling of it sliding down your flesh and mixing with your leaking juices.

You feel the tip of his thick cock nudging your entrance, the memory of his size making you tense up subconsciously and just when you’re about to hold your breath, Iwaizumi’s deep, calming voice echoes through the silence of your room.

“Take a deep breath, baby”, he whispers, knowing you’re going to follow his orders just like the good girl you love to be, “Daddy’s got you, okay? I’m gonna go easy, I promise.”

You lift your head to meet his comforting gaze through the mirror in front of you and without another beat passing, you feel yourself calming down again; the feeling of being absolutely safe and secure in his hand making it the easiest task.

And when Iwaizumi feels the tension in your body easing up, he lines himself up with your entrance and slowly pushes his thick tip into your tight hole. You whimper at the delicious stretch, the pain easily overshadowed by the sound of Iwaizumi’s heavy breathing and little moans.

“I’m gonna go all in, baby or else it’s going to hurt a lot more”, you appreciate his warning because as he’s saying it, Iwaizumi thrusts the whole of his impressive length into your spasming cunt; pushing every bit of air out of your lungs and pushing you way too close to your second high of the night. You can’t help but whimper loudly, tears already streaming down your cheeks because of the beautiful feeling of pain and pleasure mixing inside of your veins from the intensity of the stretch.

Iwaizumi, as always the gentleman, gives you all the time you need to adjust to his size; only growing slightly impatient as you still whine softly after two whole minutes yet you’re quick to lift your head again with quivering bottom lip and teary eyes, begging him to just fuck you.

“Please, Daddy”, you sob, moving away from him in a desperate attempt for some kind of friction; your cunt spasming around his thick cock like crazy and you know you’re only a few thrust and some clit stimulation away from your next high, “please, fuck me.”

“My greedy little whore”, Iwaizumi grunts, pulling his cock out of you astonishingly slow with the sole purpose of teasing you, “you’re going to take what Daddy gives you, did you hear me?”

You moan as the feeling of his tip dragging alongside your spongy walls, your eyes rolling into the back of your head only to find your way back to reality with a couple of harsh spanks on your already sore ass.

“Good sluts answer when being talked to, pretty one”, he warns, thrusting his cock back into you with one quick snap of his hips; burying himself balls deep inside of your overly sensitive cunt.

“Yes, Daddy, yes”, you cry and look up at him with glossy eyes, “just please, fuck my stupid little cunt, please.” Iwaizumi lets out a row of deep chuckles followed by raspy groans in response to your perfect answer before he nods at you and mumbles a few soft praises right into your ear and then straightens himself again.

“Alright then, pretty one.”

Loud grunts fill your ears so beautifully, echoing through the thick air of your bedroom and in combination with the sound of skin meeting skin in a constant rhythm, you feel the exact way your body is slowly falling into the beautiful bliss of another high.

Iwaizumi fucks you fast, harsh and rough. There’s nothing soft and romantic about the way his hips are meeting yours in a steady rhythm; making sure to hit that sweet spot deep inside of your pussy with every single one of his thrusts as he continues to use his whole strength on your burning ass.

But not once do you even think about telling him to go easier on you; this iwaizumi the one you’ve been imagining for all those years.

It doesn’t take long for him to wrap his strong arm around your chest to pull you up, his fingers also finding their way back home around your delicate throat.

“Look at you, baby”, he groans right into your ear, making you open your eyes and meet your own reflection in the mirror, “you’re so fucking beautiful, I can’t comprehend it.”

You stare at yourself with your lips parted in awe, eyes falling to the sight of Iwaizumi’s thick cock stretching your tiny cunt before you go back to trying to recognize yourself.

Because for the first time in literal years, you don’t hate what you see and even if it’s because of IWaizumi’s strong body right behind you, you still feel this certain type of warmth blossoming in your chest.

"Feels so good, baby", he groans, throwing his head back as the movements of his hips start to become slightly sloppier, a little more uncontrolled, "so tight and warm, so fucking perfect", Hajime’s voice breaks at the end of his soft praise because of your walls clenching around his cock even more the closer you get to the edge.

You start feeling dizzy, your sight turning into a blurr and at some point you can’t even in- or exhale without letting out a shaky moan.

Iwaizumi looks at you with wide, hungry eyes, the feeling of your walls gripping his cock like a goddamn vice sending him into an ecstatic state and the longer he watches you getting lost in the pleasure, the more he struggles to keep his rhythm.

You’re mumbling incoherent sentences, desperately trying to tell the brunette about how close you are whereas the pleasure makes it absolutely impossible for you to form a proper sentence.

“Are you going to cum for me again, baby?”, Iwaizumi grunts, tightening his grip on your throat, making you gasp for air as you nod in response to his question.

“My perfect little slut”, he sighs, his hand reaching down to rub your hard, throbbing clit with two of his rough digits, “fucking do it. Cum for your Daddy like the good whore you are.”

And just like a few minutes prior, those words are the last straw and eventually make you stumble over the edge head first. Your walls start spasming around Iwa’s cock like crazy, your loud moans and soft cries are the only thing he can focus on and without missing another minute, Iwaizumi also lets himself get consumed by the beautiful feeling of relief.

Iwa hips still, his cock buried deeply inside of your tight sex as he coats your walls with his creamy cum. Your new boyfriend gets lost in the feeling of finally getting to cum inside of you after waiting for so many years; feeding the fantasy of getting to claim you in the most intimate way possible. He buries his face in the sweaty crook of your neck, his rapid breath fanning your skin as the two of you try to calm down from your intense highs. Your hand finds its way into his dark hair, massaging his scalp with your eyes closed and your legs still shaking from the aftermath of your breathtaking orgasm. Without pulling out of you, despite his own release leaking out of you and down the sides of his cock, Iwaizumi makes you lay down with him; just tightly holding you in his arms.

A few minutes filled with nothing but soft breathing pass by before you finally find the strength to move again; the sudden need to look at Iwaizumi’s completely fucked out face overwhelming you in the best way possible. And when you turn around to look at him, you’re met with a breathtaking sight.

Messy strands of sweaty hair falling into his flushed face, swollen lips and glossy eyes sparkling at you in a way you’ve never seen before and in that moment you feel yourself falling in love with Iwaizumi all over again.

“I’m so in love with you”, you whisper and caress the soft skin of his cheeks, loving the way he moves even further into your touch.

“Always and forever only yours, pretty one”, Iwaizumi sighs and presses his forehead against yours.

࿏ A/N: And here it finally is! My first x chubby reader fic!! As a chubby someone who’s been reading fanficion for a long time, I’ve always craved some kind of representation and now I finally got to join this side of the community and I’m more than just happy about the way it turned out. I genuinely hope you guys will enjoy this and find comfort the same way I did while writing this. Please feel free to leave any sort of feedback if you enjoyed it and thank you so much for everything.

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Any Regrets?

Hoshiumi Korai x chubby! Female reader (she/her pronouns)

⚠️18+ CONTENT! MINORS DNI ⚠️

Warnings: self conscious reader, some diet culture, bullying, Slight angst, fingerings, handjobs, unprotected sex (reader is on birth control but still, don't be stupid), tons of fluff, pet names, just to be clear this is TIMESKIP (both Hoshiumi and reader are consenting adults)

Reader is chubby and has some identifying characters such as hair.

Word count: 5k-ish

AN: if you are one of my younger followers, close your eyes! Just me being a whore again and I promise there is more SFW content coming!

Being best friend with Korai Hoshiumi had it perks. He always had your back and provided much needed entertainment in your life. He was always been supportive of you and urged you to follow your dreams. You did the exact same, encouraging him to fly higher and dream bigger. Your friendship started years ago, when you were 5 years old. You lived close and often aged together. You grew up, going to the same schools, always walking home together. Your families joked that one day you two would get married. It seemed like you two had been destined to be friends.

As you grew older, you both struggled with Body images. Where as Korai was short, you were a bit on the heavier side. You were constantly belittled and made out of the butt of many jokes because of your extra weight. It wasn't something you could control and you constantly worked to change your appearance.

You tried any diets and all of them had failed, your parents told you that eventually you'd outgrow the weight. "Just wait until you hit puberty YN," your mother would say, "you'll lose all the baby fat." So you patiently waited, masking your expression and tears when others tore you down but not Korai. He would always tell you, "YN ignore them, they are just jealous of you." You always smiled and nodded, not thinking anyone could or would ever be jealous of you, how could they be. You were far from perfect. Korai often struggled with similar remarks about his height, except he never backed down from a fight and he always got the last word in. So when he started taking up Volleyball, you fully supported your best friend. Before anyone else, you believed he would be an amazing volleyball player and athlete. He constantly worked his ass off despite his short stature, often recruiting you to help him practice after school and on weekends

As you both grew older, things between you never changed. You both attended Kamomedai High school, your bond as strong as ever. You went into high school being excited, hoping things would change for the better and while you did become the manager for Kamomedai's volleyball team, the endless teasing about your weight didn't stop.

Puberty had come and gone, leaving you still with the extra weight you so desperately wished to lose. While the boys on the Kamomedai Volleyball team adored you, you became the constant joke amongst many of the students.

"Honestly of everyone, they picked YN to manage their team."

"Seriously? Yn? She's like the most unathletic person at this school."

"And she's so big! I mean seriously how does she even fit in the uniform."

The teasing hurt alot, often resulting in you crying on the bathroom floor of the girls locker room. And while Korai's popularity amongst your class grew, you found yourself spending less and less time with him.

Sure you saw him at practice but your time outside of school was limited. It hurt seeing your best friend vanish in front of your very eyes, yet you couldn't help but be happy for him. You always knew he was going to make it big, that's why it didn't surprise you when you found out he had been recruited to the Schweiden Adlers. You had stayed in touch through social media, occasionally liking and/or commenting on each other's activities but your once intimate relationship was all but gone.

Now, 4 years later, you had graduated college and were looking for a new job. When you found the position for Adlers team manager in the paper, you figured it was worth a shot. You didn't feel comfortable name dropping Korai as a reference but your skills as a high school manager as well as your degree more than solidified you as worthy of the position. The first day you came into the gym, Hoshiumi looked at you, his eyes widening in realization. The truth was that he had truly missed you all these years. Things happened, schedules changed and school got in the way and your once amazing childhood friendship getting caught in the crossfire.

However Korai had always felt something for you. For a while, he had been conflicted about his feelings. At first he thought it was just an innocent crush, but it developed into more as you both grew. Seeing your pictures on social media and how you grew up to be an exceptional, kind and amazing person.

He always thought you were beautiful and hated the way those jerks talked down to you about your weight. He thought you were pure perfection, always so kind and willing to help anyone who needed it. His shock at your arrival turned into a smile as he ran over to you.

"YN? Holy shit what are you doing here?"- he said

"I'm the new team manager," you responded, excitedly as you smiled and blushed

Korai felt butterflies fill his stomach at the thought of getting close to you once again. You looked more amazing than ever, your eyes were so big and bright, you're hair soft and perfect.

And you body in those leggings and adlers shirt... no- no he wasn't going to think about that. Korai wanted to rekindle your friendship more than anything and he wouldn't let his stupid childhood crush get in the way or so at least he thought.

It's always easier said than done especially when it comes to you and his team. It started off small, little things like Romero putting his arm on your shoulders, giving you a massage.

Heiwajima teasing you and making you blush. Hirugami giving you hugs every day after practice. Ushijima pulling you to the court, holding you small hand in his large one. Kageyama putting his hands on your waist to steady you from falling. Everytime his teammates would touch you, he felt his blood boil. He would glare at his teammates who at this point, knew he had developed a crush. They often traded him in the locker room and smirked behind your back as they egged him on to just ask you out. Korai wanted to, he really did but he couldn't lose your friendship, not after he had just gotten you back. So he channeled his frustrations the only way he could, through spiking and slamming volleyballs into the ground.

"Whoa Ushijima junior, calm down," Heiwajima said, shaking out his arms after receiving Korai's spike, "you almost took my arms off with that spike dude!"

Korai just scuffed and walked to the bench. You saw the change in Korai, and decided to help because you had always cares for him, probably more than a best friend should.

You're platonic love for him developed into a crush the summer before high school. You had always admired Korai and his ability to overcome all obstacles, plus you loved how he never cared or commented on your body. He was always laughing at your jokes, asking for help with homework or just relaxing with you at the park. It was never about anything more than your friendship.

However, Korai's popularity in high school proved to you that you were no where near his level.

"He'd be downgrading," you'd often say to yourself, "there's no way someone as talented as Korai could even care for me."

The thoughts broke you as you continued to go about your status as "Korai's friend".

"Hey! Penny for your thoughts?"- You said, sitting down next to the winged spiker. He smiled down, turning his head to see you smiling back.

"I'm so glad you're here YN," Korai said, putting his arm around you and pulling you into a side hug.

After that, you and Korai started hanging out after practice and on weekends. You'd meet for coffee, watch movies and just be. You loved getting to know your old friend again.

"Here I brought your favorite," Korai said, handing you your favorite coffee

"You remembered?"- You say, staring at him

"Geez YN, give me some credit here! It's only been like 4 years," he said as you laughed. Your relationship grew more and more, becoming more than you had ever hoped.

So when the Adler's and MSBY held a charity event, you were nervous to say the least. You had been allowed the bring a date but unfortunately your years of failed relationships had left you as a long term single. You signed, looking at your dress for the evening,

A gorgeous, form fitting sweetheart neckline gown with a slit up the side.The color brought out your gorgeous eyes and the heels gave you the confidence you needed.

You did you hair down and your makeup to suit the evening. You looked absolutely stunning. Despite this, you were still nervous. Not because of the way you looked or what you thought people might say, people always had something to say, it was inevitable.

No you were worried about seeing Korai with his date. While he never actually confirmed he was going with someone, you knew he would. How could he not? He was a professional Athlete and soon to be Olympian, plus you knew how much the fan girls fawned over him. You saw it first hand at every game as they practically clung onto him. He didn't always look particularly thrilled but still, what man didn't like attention from gorgeous women?

You sighed as you resigned yourself to sitting alone at the bar while you watched the man you cared for fall for another women. When you arrived, you were greeted at the door as someone took your coat and ushered you inside You stood at the doorway to the banquet hall, looking around as all eyes turned to look in your direction. You looked down, making your eay into the hall as you excused yourself past people who made 10 times your salary.

"Holy Shit- YN?!?"- Romero said, Sokolov and Heiwajima in toe, pushing through the crowd of elegance.

"Damn YN! You look amazing!"- Sokolov gushed as you blushed at the guys.

"Thanks guys, you look great as well!- you said smiling down. Looking up you saw Hirugami approaching, carrying a glass of amber liquid.

"Will you idiots knock it off! There are rich people here- Holy fuck- YN?!?!"- Hirugami said loudly as you look down, trying to hide your embarrassment "you look fantastic!" You smile at the guys as Romero grabed your hand and lead you to another group of men.

"Just wait until those fuckers see you, I'm going to rub it in their stupid faces," Romero says, marching you up to four giant MSBY players. "This is OUR manager YN. Isn't she gorgeous? Bet you guys wish you had a manager,"- Romero said as you smiled and waved, embarrassed by all the attention.

"Hello YN, I'm Meian Shugo, the captain of MSBY," Meian said extending his hand. You shake it, smiling back. You were able to excuse yourself, making your way to the side of the room when you saw him. Korai stood there in a dark navy suit talking to a gorgeous blonde.

He laughed as you saw a beaming smile form on his face. The smile you loved, only it wasn't for you and it never would be. You turned around, trying to hide the tears that we threatening to spill. You grabbed a napkin from the bar and dabbed at the corner of your eye.

You knew this was going to happen so why did it hurt so much? Why did seeing your best friend with someone who made him so happy crush you? She was perfect for him, tall, blonde and absolutely stunning. You took a deep breath, trying hard to hold back tears as you turned back around to face him. Only this time, Korai was looking at you, completely staring, mouth agape and eyes wide.

The blonde girl had left and his entire attention was fixated on you. You smiled at him, waving a little as Korai continued to stare. Suddenly, a ginger haired man walked up to him, slapping him on the shoulder, causing him to snap from his thoughts.

Korai couldn't believe what he was seeing. Was that really you? You looked like an absolute angel, a literal gift from God standing just a feet away from him. When he first spotted you, he had been talking with his Atsumu's Girlfriend. Something had caught his eye and he looked over, seeing the most gorgeous sight ever. His eyes fixated on your form, your dress, your glowing skin, your beautiful silky hair. You were literally the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen.

"Hey- Hey Hoshi! What the heck are you staring at?" Hinata said smacking him, as Korai looked up at him shaking his head to clear his fogged brain.

"Huh-" Korai said, looking from you to Hinata and back. He had to go to you.

"Hey excuse me for a second," Korai said, making his way towards you. You smiled as when you saw him approach.

"Hey stranger, funny running into you here," you joked, trying to disquse the fact that you hadn't just been completely crushed at the sight of him with his girlfriend.

"YN- you look, you look amazing. I mean you always look amazing but God, you're so beautiful," Korai said, looking at you. The compliment made you blush and a bigger smile graced your face. There was no doubt in Korai's mind, you were absolutely perfect and he couldn't keep acting like you weren't perfect for him.

"Hey- can we go outside and talk?" He said, throwing his thumb over his shoulder and towards the door.

"Oh- I, i-uh I don't want to take you away from your date,"you said, head down as you fiddled with your handbag.

"Date? I didn't bring a date,"Korai said, confused at the sudden somberness in your voice.

"Oh I saw you talking to that blonde and I thought," you said, your eyes lowering and looking to the floor again. Korai couldn't help but smile, jealously looked so cute on you.

He put his finger under your chin, lifting it and locking eyes with your big, beautiful ones. His golden orbs met yours as you saw the softness in them, the same softness you remember seeing form your childhood.

"Come on pretty," he said grabbing your hand as you nodded and followed him, his fingers lacing with yours as he moved his way towards the balcony. You didn't miss the smirks from the Adlers and the almost auditable eye roll that radiated for Korai.

Once outside you stood as Korai, turned, running his hand down his face, he laughed saying, "I'm seriously so bad at this. I never imagined I've ever do this, well ever get the chance to do this."

You looked at him, confused and also concerned. "Are you ok Korai?" You said, always there for your best friend.

"Ok I'm just going to say it, it's always good to get things out there right?" He said looking at you. You look at him, still confused and concerned.

"Korai-"

"YN I like you! Well I more than like you actually. I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you. Actually I know I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you since we were kids," Korai spits out. You stand there for a second, trying to digest everything, this has to be some sick joke. Someone had to have put him up to this.

"That's not funny Korai," you finally say, your silence after those words almost deafening.

"YN-"

"You can't be in love with me Korai. You just can't be. Look at me for God's sakes! I-I've always been this disgusting girl and you've always been this gorgeous guy. It's like a horrible movie where the ugly girl lasts after the school's jock," you said, laughing eithout humor. Korai just stared at you, confused, "and the worse part is that I love you but I know, deep down you could never love someone like me"- you say, the tears forming in the corner of your eyes as walked over to the balcony and gazed over the lake that was on the property. Korai couldn't believe what he was hearing. You honestly thought you weren't good enough for him?

You stood there, deflated as you tried hard not to cry, Korai approached you, his hands going to your cheeks as he pulled you to look at him.

"Look at me YN," he said sternly, staring you directly in the eyes, "you are the most gorgeous, amazing and wonderful person I've ever met. It was you who always believed in me, it was you who always stood up for me when people made fun of my height or my dreams. If anything it's me who doesn't deserve you," Korai said, his eyes studying yours as your tears rolled down your cheeks, a small chuckle escaping your mouth.

"Korai, you really mean that?"

"Let me show you angel"

Suddenly his lips came crashing on yours as he pulled you closer, kissing you deeply. You melted into the kiss, you hands going to his back as you held him close. Your lips moved in sync as his hands shifted to your back and waist, you hands moved to cup the back of his head. It was the kiss to end all kisses.

When you separated, you eyes locked as his forehead rested against yours. "You've always been the one," you whisper as he smiles, kissing you again. His hand roaming your lower back, one hand sneaking to your ass as he pulled you closer. You could feel your body heating you as your hands laced into his hair, gently tugging as he kissed you harder. The doors opened causing you and pull back, and Korai to groan.

"Hey Hoshi- oh shit, did I interrupting something?"Kageyama said looking at you and Korai.

"No-" "Yes-" you both say, Korai looking unimpressed in Kageyama's direction. If looks could kill, Kageyama would be dead on the spot.

"Hirugami wants to know if you guys plan to come out tonight? We need a head count," Kageyama said as you pulled away a little.

You look to Korai and smile,"you should go with your team-"

"I'm out- maybe next time," Korai said looking into your eyes, a smile gracing your face.

After the party, Korai took you home. You smiled the entire ride home, happy your affection was being returned. He pulled up to your apartment, turning off his car as you turned too look at him.

"Well this is it- hmph," you said, your lips crashing with Korai's again as he licked your lower lip, signaling for you to open for him. You did instantly, your body humming from the heated kiss, your panties growing wetter as you felt his hand slide up the slit of your dress.

"Do you want to come up for a bit?"- You asked when you separated and Korai nodded frantically, jumping out of the car and all put yanking you to your door.

Making your way into your apartment, Korai stopped and looked at you. "Do you want something to drink or anything- Korai, are you ok?" You say, watching him observe you. His eyes were darker than before, almost like he was about to go feral. You could feel his gaze burn into you, your pussy practically throbbing at his stare.

"I'm good. Just thinking how stupid I was to not ask you out back in high school," He said, coming close to you, his hands going to your waist as he trailed kisses from you cheek down to your neck. He sucked and licked, hitting your sensative spot as he pulled your body flush against his. His rock hard cock pressing firmly against your thigh.

"Korai," you said breathlessly, feeling like you were about to combust from all the heat. It had been so long since you have felt wanted, so long since you had been touched by a man and never had you been touched in the way the Korai was. His large hands moving all around your curves. You could feel his desire for you boiling over as he sucked and licked behind your ear causing you to moan out.

"Tell me what you want Angel. I'll give you anything," he said, continuing to kiss your neck and collarbone. You could have sworn he kissed every centimeter, every single millimeter of exposed skin.

"I want you to fuck me," you moan into his ear as you feel him stop, his eyes coming up the meet yours. He was panting heavily. You could see the affect you were having on him was just as bad as the one he had on you.

His lustt blown gaze met yours as you stepped back, slowly unzipping your dress. You turned, shimmying it down your body a a you slowly pulled it past your full ass, exposing your matching lace bra and panty set. You kicked the dress to the side and slowly turned to face Korai.

He couldn't stop staring. Your body was absolutely perfection. Every curve perfect, every stretch mark lile God had placed it himself, every single dimple drove him to absolute madness. The way your breast hug and the bra perked them up, he wanted to absolutely devour you.

"Fuck- YN, God you look- you look- Fuck," he said as you walk over to him slowly, reaching for his jacket as you slowly undid the buttons. He swollen hard as you moved your hands over his white button up shirt, removing it as it fell to the floor. You felt up his chest as he watched you in wonder, you hands going to undo each and every button and pulling it free from the confines of his pants.

His body was chiseled, washboard abs and broad muscular shoulders. You felt every single inch of his bare skin, taking it it's warmth, basking in the moment that was all yours.

You push off his shirt, your hands tracing his features more as you move to kiss him again, this time gently bitting his lower lip. As they parted, your tongue moved in, massaging his with a vigor that you had never attempted before. Korai made you feel desired and your body was responding appropriately.

He took advantage of the situation, spinning you around and pushing flat against the wall, pulling one of your hands up over your head as he held onto your tight. Your chest heaved into his, feeling your nipples rub just right as they grazed across his smooth skin.

"Korai-" you moan, eyes shutting at the sensative touches. His other hand was roaming all over your body. He was memorizing every single part of you, bount and determined to become an expert in pleasing you.

"What do you need from me Angel?" Korai said tracing your panty line with his fingers, slowly tugging them away from your skin as you moaned up at him, his body overflowing with a carnal desire.

"Please- I want you to touch me?" you said as Korai slowly laced his hand down your panties, crawling incredibly to slow towards your heated center.

You feel your body heat more as his fingers move towards your clit. He tested the waters, slowly and gently moving his finger over your swollen clit. You whimper at his touch, feeling Korai groan as you feel like cock harden against your upper leg. His finger moved down to your hole, wetting them with your essence as he pulled his finger back to your ckit, massaging more and observing you shatter in his arms.

His fingers moved toward your center again, this time curving inside you, making you jolt with pleasure as he let go of your hand, gravbing your head and pulling you in for a heated kiss. You moaning breaks the kiss, his fingers moving at a steady pace as you feel your body approach its climax. This was going to be big and you could feel it.

"Korai- Korai fuck, I'm gonna," you scream as you feel your pussy squeeze his fingers, causing him to rest his head against your shoulder, breathing deep. Fireworks blasted behind your eyes as your pussy pulsed with pleasure, continued to throb as he worked you through your orgasm.

"That was so sexy YN- you almost made me cum in my pants," he said, causing you to chuckle as you struggled to regain your breath. You smirked at him as your hand snaked down to his belt as you undo it. He watched in wonder as you undid his belt and zipper, slowly realizing what was happening.

You yanked down his pants, causing his hard cock to come free, bobbing up and down as he struggled to level his breathing. He groaned at the release of this thick, heavy cock. He hadn't been this hard in so long.

"My turn," you whisper into his ear as you take his tip in your hand, the pre-cum helping to lubricate as you began to move it up and down his shaft. Your eyes watching every facial expression, counting every breath he took.

Korai moved his head back, exposing his neck to you. You bent forward, kissing and licking up the column of his neck, his structure jaw line growing slack with pleasure.

You latched onto his neck, sucking as he heaved. You knew he was getting close and your heart skipped a beat knowing it was you getting him there.

Suddenly he grabbed your hand, causing you to look at him with your big dreamy eyes. He was an absolute mess, ravaged with lust and desire.

"The is absolutely no way I'm cumming from a hand job when I have you standing right here" he said as you giggled a little. Korai winked at you before bending over and lifting you into his arms. Your clothed pussy lining up with his hard cock, just moments and one thin slice of fabric away from slipping inside you.

"Fuck- Korai! Put me down! I'll hurt you," you gasped as he adjusted, the pressure of his cock on your clit sending a shiver of lust through your body.

"Oh shut up and tell me where the bedroom is," he said as you laugh point down the hall towards your master bedroom. Almost running, he quickly made his way there, at the door and locking lips with you once again. Taking you to your bed, he laid you down on top of you, still kissing you with as much vigor as he could muster. He adjusted himself, standing up and removing his pants you you stared in wonder. His cock bouncing up and down as he removed each leg.

"Baby take your bra off, I'll get your panties," he said as you nod frantically, snapping from your haze. Korai tool off your panties, groaning as a string of your release pulled from your wet pussy to your panties. He wanted to taste you so bad but that would have to wait. His cock needed inside of you and now.

"Fuck- you are absolutely the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen" he said, pulling your legs over his shoulder as he lined his cock up with your hole, slowly rubbing it up and down as you felt your release gather on his tip. "Fuck condom," he groaned as he began to stand up, heading for his pants.

You shake your head in protest, "I'm on birth control and I haven't had sex in over a year. Also I'm clean". It was rather embarrassing how quickly you shouted the words out, blushing a little at your own enthusiasm.

Korai smiled down at you and nodded "same" he said kissing you hard, his cock nudging slowly into your soaking wet pussy. He felt his cock slip past your folds and travel its was down. Everything felt so tight, so hot. His cmbody seized as he slowed his pace before. He knew if he kept going, he'd surly cum way too fast.

"Fuck- so fucking tight," Korai gritted as he pushed in, his cock stretched you so good, filling you up as you moaned louder. His cock wasn't massive but it was thick, the stretch delicious and a little painful. You could feel yourself accept him more and more as he worked his way deeper into you, his balls finally hitting your ass as you both stayed still for a moment. His hips planted firmly against you as he ground into you a little, the sensation of his lower stomach hitting your clit and sending jolts of pleasure thought your body.

"I'm going to move now angel, I'll go slow," he said pulling back slowly, almost coming fully out before pushing back into you. The action causing you to moan louder as you felt your orgasm start to build. He felt so good, so incredibly amazing. His slowly picked up his rythym as he began to thrust faster and faster inside of you, your head rolling back as you moaned in ecstasy.

You moved your fingers down to your clit rubbing frantically as your body approached its peak. Korai watched, teeth gritting as he held out. Your pussy felt like home, so warm and inviting. Each thrust bringing him closer and closer to his end.

"Korai- Ko please go faster, I'm so close," yo scream as your back starts arching from the mattress, pleasure level going off the chart you you feel your climax hit.

"Fuck," Korai growled as his hips pistened, his cock reaching so deep as he felt your pussy began to tighten around him. He wasn't going to last much longer but he knew you were there.

You felt yourself thrown over the edge, head flying back as your back completely left the bed and you eyes closed, mouth opening. You were panting your releases as you felt every single squeeze of Korai's cock.

Korai groaned at the feeling of your pussy, his pussy. How he could fuck you every single day before practice and even after practice. He thought about fucking you the showers and over the benches, even in the middle of the volleyball court. He thought about how only he would know the feeling of you.

"Fuck YN- mine, mine, MINE! ALL FUCKING MINE BABY!"- He growled, his possessiveness seeping out.

"All yours Ko- always been yours," you say, your orgams still pulsing. He gritted his teeth, his eyes shutting as you watched his orgams hit, his mouth opening and his body convulsing as he pushed his spurting cock as deep as he could.

"Holy shit- YN, that was so fucking amazing,"- He said collapsing and breathing heavily on top of you. You could feel his cock soften, your combined fluids leaking out onto your bed.

You smiled, your breathing starting to match his as you come back down to earth. Korai rolled off you, pulling you into his body as he held you close.

"Any regrets?"- You say, half joking as you ran your fingers down his abs, feeling every line as you traced his body.

"Yeah- I regret not doing this sooner," he said as you looked up into his face, his hair matted with sweat and the biggest smile grazing his face.

"I love you YN"

"I love you too Korai"

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kemakoshume · 3 years

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Hey hey! As a HUGE Asahi simp, I was hoping it would be okay for me to make a request? I would love to see Asahi with a female chubby reader who is insecure because she feels like he deserves better. And of course I wouldn't be opposed if you wanted to mix in some smut too! (I personally feel like praise kink and body worship would fit Asahi so well)

No pressure to do this if you don't want to or are too busy! But thank you if you do <3

a/n; okay first of all thank you SO MUCH for the request!! you're my first one :'D pls send in requests anytime for whatever you want. i'm chubby and i, too, am a big ol asahi simp so if i could kiss you for sending this in, i would.

my requests are OPEN! ｡.☆.*｡･ﾟ✫*. here are da rules. tl;dr – 18+ only (if you have no age in bio or your pinned post, i'm not filling your request), no heavy taboos... that's kinda it lol.

warnings; negative body talk, mentions of past ED, a smidge of self-imposed angst. [nsfw] oral (receiving), good ol fluffy body praising smut. fem!reader, CHUBBY!READER! in my mind, reader and asahi are in their mid 20s here.

「show me you love me」 ₍˶ˆ꒳ˆ˶₎✼:♡*ﾟ✿

Growing up as the "fat girl" amongst your peers is never easy. How pretty you are doesn't matter, how smart you are almost adds insult to injury, and everyone refuses to see you past your body. Friends, family, doctors, teachers. No one sees you.

So, as soon as you're able to, you started doing all the trendy workouts, the diets (both good and bad), the treatments. You name it, you tried it. You had dietitians and "weight management" doctors and pills and injections and... yeah. At the end of all that, going into adulthood, all you had to show for it were old needle prick scars, a bruised sense of self-worth, an unhealthy relationship with food, and even less muscle mass than you'd started with.

It was exhausting, and you were tired. So, you stopped. You learned how to eat for sustenance and pleasure. You danced because you felt like it, not because it was cardio. You ate what tasted good and brought you joy, and you spent more time with the people you loved instead of running yourself ragged inside your own head. Then, suddenly... life felt better. Not a constant day-to-day battle with food and your body, but something you had all the power to mold into what you wanted it to be.

Then you met Asahi, and fell in love, and for a long time your past filled with self-loathing and doubt finally felt like it didn't matter. Love had found you, for you, and nothing could steal that joy away.

Until, of course, life tried.

You wished you were strong enough to say it didn't win, at least for a moment.

"Hey honey," Asahi called, coming into your shared kitchen while fastening the last few buttons on his blouse, "I got called in to fit some models for a last-minute shoot and my assistant won't be back from maternity leave ‘til next week. Wanna come?"

You hummed, pondering the offer in your head as you tasted the soup simmering on your stove.

"Let me think. A Sunday filled with free luxury gifts from the modeling agency, free food from the meal carts, and getting to see my gorgeous, talented, amazing boyfriend in action? Yeah, I think I'm down for that. What all do you need me to do?"

He rounded the island of your kitchen, wrapping you from behind in a hug. His long hair was tied up into a high bun that matched your own poof. The sleeves of his button-down were skillfully rolled up to expose his forearms that flexed as he squeezed your soft body tighter, careful to pull you away from the stove instead of closer to it.

“I just need some help wrangling little things. Safety pin for a dress here, clamp for a shirt there, maybe a coffee if the day runs long. Yadda yadda.”

“I think I can handle that,” you said, nodding to yourself, “Soup’s done. Put it in the fridge for me? I’ll go get dressed and we can go.”

“Okay,” he said, leaning in to give you a sweet kiss on your plump, heat-flushed, cheeks.

You made quick work of rummaging through your shared walk-in closet, throwing pieces around until you had something remotely resembling a put-together outfit. You weren’t anything like your boyfriend when it came to meticulously piecing together clothing until you looked runway ready, but you did okay. Years of learning how to dress in a way that accented your rolls, curves, etc. had come in handy.

“Ready honey?” he called up the stairs, the sound of keys jangling in his hands audible even from where you sat at your vanity.

You snapped on your favorite gold tennis bracelet, slid on white tennis shoes to match your cropped leg pants and breezy t-shirt combo, and laid on a long thin cardigan. You smiled when you realized you were wearing something pretty similar to what Asahi had on.

“Ready!”

As soon as you walked into the brightly lit photoshoot studio together, you were instantly bombarded with a flurry of people. In true assistant fashion, you’d tried to hold one of Asahi’s many bags but no, the long-haired brunette wasn’t having it. His tailor kit and satchel hung from his free arm while his other was busy holding your hand. Though, that didn’t last long, since both of you were immediately herded into opposite directions to prep for the shoot.

Asahi had (thankfully, over the years) become a much more organized man with the good sense to add notes on what went where on the itinerary slid into the front of his bag. You sped-read through it, figuring out your to-do list relatively quickly. You flipped through the hanging bags of covered clothing to match each outfit to each model’s name, steamed all the *needs steaming* tagged garments on the appropriate temperature, and made sure all the shoes matched with their assigned outfits all before lunch.

“You’re killing it baby,” Asahi said in passing, kissing you behind the garment racks as he grabbed the next outfit they needed on set.

“Thank you honey,” you said, looking just as proud of yourself as you felt, “This was way more than just grabbing a “pin or two” like you said but I’m glad I could help. It’s fun seeing the looks all come together. You’re really good at this babe.”

Despite how tiring the day had been, getting to see Asahi in his element this way was extremely interesting to watch, since you were only used to seeing the prep beforehand and the result after. Being apart of bringing it all together was invigorating.

“Sorry,” he said, looking it, “The project director slid the itinerary into the bag and gave you the bag and pulled me away, then by the time I came to take over you were already halfway through steaming the first few dresses, and the models needed to start fitting and-”

“Honey,” you chuckled, shutting him up with a kiss, “One, I was there, I know. Two, don’t worry about it. I would’ve gotten bored just standing around handing you stuff. I’m glad I could help.”

“I’m glad you were here too hun. The best, most gorgeous, assistant around.

“Asahi!” a manager called out, probably wondering where he’d wandered off to.

“And, that’s your queue,” you laughed, sneaking in one more kiss, “Need anything else before I head home? Wanna cash in that offer for a coffee?”

“Please,” he rolled his eyes, “I’m gonna crash soon if I don’t get one. Should carry me ‘til we’re done with these last few shots.”

“Can do babe. Now, go. I’ll just bring it over.”

With that, he was on his way back over to the hustle and bustle of the shoot. It’d been a busy day, admittedly. Before you knew it over four hours had passed by in a flash, but it had been fun. Busy as hell, but fun. You weren’t surprised he needed a coffee.

You made your way to the crafts table, grabbing an orange muffin before you set the espresso maker on for his coffee. You picked at it while you watched the shoot progress from afar, seeing girls change from your boyfriend’s clothing back into their robes and vice versa.

"Oh, hi! You must be Azumane's assistant, right?” a girl said, sliding up next to you at the craft’s table, “I’m Bella. I’m one of the models. Uh, but you literally just watched me walk over here from the set so I think you knew that. Wait, sorry, was that rude? I didn’t mean to make it sound like I’m a huge deal or anything. I just meant I thought you saw me so, you know, of course, the girl taking pictures is a model. Duh.”

Her rambling threw you off a bit. You weren’t expecting the beautiful, long-locked, thin brunette to be the nervous type. Was she even nervous? Maybe it was just her personality to be a chatterbox, who knows?

“Uh, yeah,” you chuckled, “I am his assistant for today. I’m not normall-”

“Ah! Oh, yeah. I heard something about you being out for a new baby,” she interrupted, snapping her finger like she’d discovered something fantastic, “Wow, you're glowing! Postpartum looks good on you. You know, the stomach doming thing will die down in a few weeks."

"Stomach doming?" you squinted, not missing how she’d gestured at your stomach when she said that.

"Yeah, your stomach," she said, pointing down, again, to the offending flesh as she stuffed a donut down her throat, "My cousin just had a baby a month ago and her's looks exactly the same. She can't breastfeed or anything so the weight is coming off super slow for her too. Don't worry, it's totally normal. Sorry, I didn’t mean to notice that you hadn’t pumped since we got here. I’m just really in tune with stuff like that, yunno? Ugh, it's so crazy what our bodies are able to do. Sucks we can't all snap back like Kim K or Beyonce, or at least afford the surgeries to “snap back,” if you know what I mean. Hm, oh well. You look good despite the weight anyway, you don’t need any of that stuff."

Is this what Asahi liked? Tall bimbos with long wavy hair that had no filter and even less meat on their bones? Why would this be the type that he’d choose to model his clothes? Sure there were a few girls modeling his clothes that were bigger than this model, but still. She was so… pretty. She was eating that donut even though she was that thin and still looked amazing. She was effortless. Asahi was talented, effortlessly. Maybe he deserved someone who looked more like her, who was beautiful without trying. The kind of girl who looked pretty in his clothes without trying.

"Oh, thanks," you muttered, throwing the muffin in your hands into the garbage can next to you while you picked up the coffee, "I'm gonna go wrap up and head home. Thanks for the chat, Bella."

"Of course! Good luck with the new baby and everything. We'll take care of Mr. Asahi while you're gone."

You shuddered, speed walking your way around the set until you found your boyfriend kneeling down underneath a model's dress, clasping pins here and there. A female assistant, presumably the photographer’s assistant, observed for the sake of consent and all that, helping the girl with her bodice clasps.

"Hey babe," you called, not wanting to interrupt but you needed to get out of there. Now.

He came out from the layers of frill around her legs with one last pin in hand, his eyes wide behind his little reading glasses perched on his nose.

"Yup? Did you get the..."

"Yes I did," you said, handing him the coffee you’d almost forgotten in your haste, "Need anything else?"

"Nope, I think we're good here now. All the girls are in their last outfits, everything else is organized, and the photographer's lovely assistant here, Leah, already packed all my other stuff so I'm good to go. Wanna take the car and go home? I'll be right behind you. Leah offered to drive me, she doesn't live too far from us."

You shook your head, yes, trying not to look as dejected as you felt.

"I'll see you at home then?" you said, leaning down to give him one gentle kiss before you left, "Leah, bring him home in one piece please."

The petite, young, objectively gorgeous girl beamed as she flashed her glossy white smile at you. Her hair was shoulder length and dark, an almost blue-black. Her eyes were green like sea glass, and she had a few subtle piercings both in her ears and her nose. She was thin, but curvy, and held weight mainly on her breasts and her hips. The teenage version of you, still there buried deep in the recesses of your mind, would've literally killed someone to look like her. Maybe she was more his type instead. Driven, talented, and objectively gorgeous. It made sense.

"No problem Mrs. A. I'll have him home to you in no time. We should be done soon so yeah, be right behind you."

"Great," you said, finally moving and making your way down the walkway to the parking garage.

The ride home was tense. You had your music up way too high, you were driving just a touch too fast, and the lump in your throat was threatening to make tears form in your eyes.

“She’s another assistant. You trusted his other assistant to bring him home all the time, people drop each other off. It’s not that serious,” you muttered to yourself, finally pulling up to your home.

You were dating a fashion designer. A man surrounded by incredulously thin women and men all the time. You had to be more chill about this. He was a good man, you knew that. He’d never said anything to make you feel like your body was an issue, he’d always said things that alluded the exact opposite, actually. So, why? Why did you feel this way?

You’d made it about halfway through your shower and self-loathing when you heard the alarm door chime ring through your house.

“Honey! I’m home,” Asahi yelled.

You didn’t bother yelling back, knowing he’d hear the shower running eventually and either know why you didn’t respond, or he’d come to find you.

Eventually, he did, rounding the corner into your bedroom just as you exited the shower. He had a bowl of the soap you’d made cradled in his hands with a potholder underneath.

“There’s my gorgeous girlfriend,” he said, not at all subtly looking your naked body up and down.

You covered up with a large fluffy towel, taking your favorite body oil in hand to pat it into your damp skin.

“Yup, here I am. You made it back faster than I thought you would.”

“Really?” he asked, inhaling a spoonful of soup, “We wrapped fast today, everyone was tired and ready to go home. I’m surprised that you came in and showered before you ate something. I wasn’t moving around half as much as you did and I was starving halfway through the shoot.”

“Oh?” you said, feeling anger beginning to bubble beneath the surface of your skin, “Surprised I couldn’t wait an hour before I stuffed my face?”

He was taken aback by that, setting the soup bowl on top of your dresser next to the door before he came in to wrap you in a back hug.

“Okay. We’ve been together for three and a half years. I know what misdirected animosity sounds like in your voice and that was it. What’s going on?”

You let your head loll back against the sliver of exposed chest peeking out from his shirt.

"It’s just,” you sighed, “One of the models thought I was your actual assistant because I'm so fat. She assumed I was the one who had the baby and kept commenting on my body, and it… it was really humiliating, honestly. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.”

"Oh baby,” he groaned, pulling you into a real hug from behind, kissing the underside of your neck.

“And I just, I let myself go on this mental spiral about her and the other models, and I started wondering if you deserve a better-looking girlfriend, one with a nicer body. You work in fashion, you could easily do way better,” you scoffed to yourself, pointedly not looking at yourself or him in the mirror.

His head snapped up to look at you.

“Excuse me,” he said, appalled, “You have the absolute sexiest body I’ve ever seen in my entire life. It’s protected you and carried you through any and everything you’ve been through, how could I not love it? You’re also the most beautiful you've ever been as long as I've known you. I can’t get over how gorgeous you are. I brag about you to literally anyone who’ll listen. Hell, I spent the whole car ride home talking to Leah about her taking some shots of you, in my designs, for her final portfolio. She was so excited about it."

“Really?” you asked, your voice more of a whine than a real question.

He chuckled, kissing your cheeks.

“Yes! She saw the little yellow boho number I made on one of the models and thought you’d kill it in that for a concept shoot. She’s been planning it for months. She just hadn’t found the right muse until I showed her my favorite photos I have of you. Well,” he hesitated, “not my favorite favorites, but my normal favorites.

You chuckled, sinking more into his arms. He was running his hands along the span of your waist, pulling ever so slightly at the towel wrapped securely around you.

"So, looks aside, even though yours are great, I hope you know that you're more than I deserve. You make me so much better and happier than I ever was on my own. I have no idea how I managed to get such an amazing, talented, smart, sexy person to love me."

He had one hand lightly gripping your upper jaw, his fingers playing with the loose curls that’d escaped from your bun and laid beside your ears.

“I want you to look at yourself for me baby,” he said, kissing down the side of your neck.

Your eyes fluttered open to look at your reflections in the mirror. Your chest was red already just from his hands moving exploratorily around your body. His hand that wasn’t on your face was coming up the slit of your towel, reaching the top to undo the knot you’d made to keep it up. It tumbled to the ground, exposing you fully to him.

“See how pretty you are?” he asked, running his hand along your stomach, lightly running his nails along the delicate skin until he reached your breasts, taking one of your nipples between his thumb and pointer finger to squeeze it gently, “I think you’re so pretty when you’re making this face just for me.”

You looked down from his face in the mirror to yours, taking in the pink flush on your cheeks. You’d bitten your lip, leaving it bite swollen and red as well.

“I’m pretty?” you asked, a soft moan escaping your lips when Asahi lowered the hand he’d held your jaw with down to your pussy, using his foot to slide your legs apart and force you open.

“So pretty,” he said, running his fingers through your quickly moistening folds.

You let him explore you, tilting your head to the side to give him full access to your throat. He kissed and sucked at the skin, leaving small bites and bruises in his path down to your shoulder. He tugged gently on your hardened nipple, rubbing the swollen nub between his fingers.

To say you wanted him badly would be an understatement.

“Do you wanna move this to the bed?” you sighed, a small moan escaping your lips when his fingers delicately swirled around the surface of your clit.

"Please?" he whimpered in your ear, his voice barely a whisper.

He turned you around in his arms, pulling your naked body flush against his own. He kissed you as he walked you both backward towards your bed, careful not to stumble and send you both toppling down to the ground.

You pawed at his clothing, all but physically ripping apart the fabric of his shirt trying to get it off while he hastily unclasped his belt. Dragging his slacks down the length of his legs until they found their place on your carpeted floor.

“I wanna show you,” he said, breaking apart your kiss to toss you onto your sheets, “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

He wasted no time lowering himself down to your sex, gently pushing his thumbs down into your arousal slick pussy, spreading the lips apart gently to expose your most intimate parts.

"You're so wet for me," he commented, placing sloppy kisses on your clit, "Always so perfect."

He ran his tongue down your cunt and back up again, spreading the juices seeping from your slit around. You couldn't help the moan that came from your lips when he began flicking the little bud with his tongue.

You held his hair in your hands while he licked your clit, letting yourself melt into the pleasure the man you loved, that loved you back tenfold, was coaxing out of you.

You cried out his name when you came, making it sound more like a prayer than a simple collection of syllables.

He crowded into your space after that, cradling your legs as they were wrapped around his waist. He kissed you while he fucked you that night, licking and caressing every part of your skin that he could reach.

He made love to you like his soul would abandon his body if he didn't physically give you everything he had. So many sweet nothings and praises whispered into your ears as he brought you to orgasm again. No matter how hot you felt, or how tired your bodies were getting, you stayed wrapped up in each other. Not moving even when he came deep inside you with your name spilling from his lips. You just stayed like that for a while, him plugging you to keep you full until you physically couldn't stay that way anymore.

And when he bathed you after that and made you popcorn to munch on in bed while you watched a movie together before you inevitably fell asleep, you knew. This man loved you more than words themselves. No one could disrupt that. You just had to be more firm in your self-confidence, and everything will be okay.

#asahi smut #asahi x reader #asahi x chubby reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #chubby reader #hq smut #asahi x female reader #haikyuu smut #body image mention #past ed talk cw #kk.writes #kk.naughty #kk.reqs #3.0k words #AHA I FINISHED THIS IT WAS IN MY DRAFTS FOR WAY TOO LONG #kk.haikyuu #kk.kitsu

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all-about-seggs · 3 years

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Writing Masterlist

Everything is 18+ unless stated otherwise

(I made this list in mobile so it should be mobile friendly, but if any of the links are broken please let me know)

Haikyuu :

Kuroo Tetsuro

┗Birthday Smash- Timeskip! Kuroo x female reader (Scenario)

Sakusa Kiyoomi

┗ Ardent Affections- Timeskip! Virgin Sakusa x female reader (scenario)

Bokuto Kotaro

┗ Naughty & Not Nice- Timeskip! Bokuto x female reader (scenario)

Oikawa Tooru

┗ His Majesty; My King - Timeskip! Oikawa Tooru x fem reader (scenario)

┗False Love- Timeskip! Yandere Oikawa x female reader (scenario; Valentine's day Collab)

Kunimi Akira

┗Morning Bliss - Timeskip! Kunimi Akira x fem reader (drabble)

Lev Haiba

┗Taming of the Lion- Timeskip! (Sub) Lev x Femme reader

Various x reader

┗ Haikyuu boys as Husbands Part 1 (Headcanons; SFW)

┗ Haikyuu boys as Husbands Part 2 (Headcanons; SFW)

┗Asking the hq! Boys to shave your pussy

┗Meme time!

Jujutsu kaisen:

Gojo Satoru

┗ Unraveling Desires- Gojo Satoru x Virgin! female reader (scenario)

┗When the Sun goes down- Siren! Gojo Satoru x female reader (Monster AU but I did a shitty job at describing it properly) (scenario)

┗ A fine specimen - Yandere! Gojo Satoru x female reader (scenario)

┗ Bedroom Heat- Husband! Gojo Satoru x Wife! Reader (scenario)

┗ Sultry Blues- Gojo Satoru x Insecure! Fem reader (scenario)

┗ Princess Charming - Gojo Satoru x female! reader (drabble)

┗ A Pact in Blood- Gojo Satoru x female reader (scenario, Dark themed)

┗ Gojo Satoru relationship headcanons (SFW)

┗Husband!Gojo Satoru headcanons (mostly a shit post tho, sfw)

┗ Drunk Gojo Satoru headcanons (again a shit post but with slight smut)

┗Eyes on me- Shy! Gojo Satoru (Headcanons; SFW)

┗Gojo Satoru's good side - Rant/ Theory about why he's a good guy ( SFW)

Geto Suguru -

┗ A game of three- Geto Suguru x female reader x Mahito (scenario)

┗Love- Lies- Bleeding - Geto Suguru x Fem Reader (scenario)

Toge Inumaki -

┗If words could Kill- Toge Inumaki x fem reader (Drabble, requested)

Various x reader-

┗Honey Thighs - Jujutsu kaisen x female reader with thick thighs (headcanons, slight smut)

┗Asking the JJK folks to shave your pussy- Basically a shitpost

┗JJK characters as cliche shojo manga troupes

Attack on Titan-

Levi Ackerman -

┗ A gift for you - Levi Ackerman x female reader

┗Dropped Façades- Levi Ackerman x shy fem! Reader

Various x reader-

┗Cream puff- Levi, Zeke, Reiner, Jean x Chubby! reader

Boku no hero academia-

Fatgum-

┗Stuff me up daddy- Fatgum x fem reader

Last updated on : 21 Nov 2021

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msneedful-ispleaseful · 7 months

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Aran's Hands

Dark chocolate and long, Rough and callused, dry in the palm smooth on the outside, each sensation and texture plunged into your hot dripping hole, legs held up to your ears in the passenger seat body slumped sideways back to the door. While your man, the one with his delicious fingers inside you, wouldn't even spare you a measly glance despite your craving for it, for him to notice you and stop being mad over a damn text.

"Araannn baby!" legs shaking heels slipping off yo feet pussy clenching and a third gentle stream of squirt leaving your hole, soaking the seat and his palm bucking and grinding into it, you knew why he was doing it to prove he was the better man Tanaka may be in your DM's with his ignorant ass but aran? he was playing with yo pussy and making your clit beg for attention, they were not the same and you knew that now pink bottom lip poked out eyes watery teeth gritting and whimpers leaving you, body flushed, sweaty, and hot as he forced in another finger into your puffy red entrance your kicking and falling not diswaiding him.

Three fingers deep inside and frothy cum gathering at the base of his knuckles he took the time to push every inch of them in deep, then deeper, and into the depths of your g-spot. you bring your hand down in the hope to push his hand away only to make him swerve the car and scare the hell out of you with a squeak, it was a controlled swerve, one with purpose as if to say 'Do it again and imma crash this bitch' and when he turned his head looking down at your disheveled state, finally, you could tell that's exactly what that meant so you lolled your head back and took like the slut you were for him

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