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hqbaby · 8 months

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twenty-four — get it now

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

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word count. 2.1k content. swearing, big feelings, not much rly?

You wouldn’t say you’ve ever been a violent person. Sure, there were the occasional punches you threw at Oikawa and the slap wars with Yachi and that one time you and Yukie decided to box each other in the gym… but those times don’t count. They’re your friends and you only fight them because you love them.

The point is that you’ve never wanted to punch a stranger. Not until now at least.

It’s the weekend after midterms and you and a few of your friends have managed to pool some money together (mostly Sakusa) to rent a villa near the beach. Granted, it’s basically winter and none of you have any intentions of swimming, but you’re all usually caught up with training in the spring and summer so this is your only real chance to do this.

So here you are, gathered with your friends in the living room over mountains of food, talking over some reality dating show… meeting Suna’s girlfriend.

“This is Ayame,” he tells the group, his arm around her waist. “She’s my girlfriend.”

Everyone is stunned. And rightfully so. They all know that Suna and the word “girlfriend” just don’t mix. At least, they’ve never seen it happen before. They never thought they would.

It’s your boyfriend who speaks up first.

“Well I’ll be damned!” he says, smiling widely. Like he’s just won a prize. “Yer the girl he’s been seein’ for a while now, aren’t ya?”

The girl blushes a little at that, offering a soft smile.

She’s pretty. You’ll give her that. And, honestly, in any other context, you would actually want to get to know her, to be her friend.

Maybe if Suna’s arm wasn’t around her waist—holding her the same way he used to hold you—you wouldn’t feel the urge to tackle her. Right now, you’re about ready to jump up from the couch and grab her hair.

“It’s so nice to meet you all,” she says, tamping your violent intentions. “I hope you don’t mind me crashing your weekend together.”

Atsumu speaks again. “We don’t mind at all! We’d love to have our Sunarin’s girlfriend with us.”

Suna glares at him. “Whatever,” he says, picking up her bags and leading her to the stairs. “I’m gonna help her get settled.”

The two of them walk up to the second floor and, when everyone hears the door upstairs open and close, the room erupts into chaos.

“Who the fuck was that?” Aran.

“That man’s a mystery!” Hinata.

“I wonder what’s wrong with her.” Osamu.

“Did she take off her shoes?” Sakusa.

“She has a pretty smile!” Bokuto.

“Did we all see the same thing?” Kita.

"Okay, I think she took off her shoes." Sakusa.

“I think it’s great!” Atsumu.

You glance over at your boyfriend sitting beside you, brows furrowed as you catch his beaming smile and bright eyes. “You think it’s great?”

He turns to you and nods. “I mean, he finally has someone. That’s cool, right?”

There’s an edge to his tone that you’ve only picked up on now. What is it?

“Right,” you say, smiling awkwardly. “It is—it’s good for him.”

The truth is that Atsumu hasn’t brought up your relationship with Suna since you first talked about it. You have a feeling he’s been avoiding the subject entirely. You haven’t been too keen on discussing it either so you just never mentioned it.

You don’t know how he actually feels about the whole thing. And, if you’re being honest, you’re a little scared to find out.

The boys eventually head down the basement to mess with the pool table while you, Kaori, and Yachi grab a bottle of wine and play a game of Monopoly. You’re all cheating and the rules are entirely lost on account of you constantly distracting each other with new topics to talk about, but you’re having fun.

Until you’re not.

“Hey,” Suna greets the three of you—well, it’s more like he greets Yachi and Kaori with how much he’s avoiding your eyes, but it’s the thought that counts. His girlfriend is right behind him. “Where are the guys?”

“Basement. They’ve been waiting for you,” Kaori answers, she rolls the dice and waves at the girl behind him. “You wanna join us?”

Your eyes flick over to Kaori’s across the coffee table, but all she does is give you a look like “What are we supposed to do? Ignore her?” and you know she’s right. You can't be rude.

You look up at the girlfriend and smile. “Yeah, join us!” you say cheerily. “The boys are lame anyway.”

She starts at your sudden attention but hides it well. She’s clearly had some practice. “Oh, sure,” she says. “Thank you.”

Suna makes a face like he’s about to say something but decides against it. With a short nod and a quick glance at you, he says he’ll see you all later and walks out of the room.

“So who’s winning?” the girlfriend asks, sitting down on the carpet at the empty side of the table—beside you.

“Oh, no one really,” you tell her. “We’ve mostly been talking.”

She smiles. “I get that,” she says. “I can’t even watch movies with my friends anymore. We just talk over them.”

“We do too!” Yachi says, rolling the dice and taking her turn. “Y/N’s the worst of us though.”

You stick your tongue out at her. “Says the person that talked through Barbie.”

“I had to pee and no one was catching me up!”

You and Kaori laugh, taking your turns at the game.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch your name earlier,” you tell the girl as you pay Yachi.

“Oh!” she says. “It’s Ayame.”

You nod at her, smiling so sweetly you almost make yourself sick. “I’m Y/N,” you say before looking over at your friends, “and that’s Kaori and Yachi.”

“It’s so nice to meet you all.”

Highly doubt that.

“What’s your major?” Yachi asks. “Shoot, Kao, I rolled the die under the couch.”

“I’m an econ major,” Ayame says, laughing a little as Kaori struggles to grab the die. “Need help?”

Kaori shakes her head, pulling her arm from under the couch and holding the die up for all to see. “Tada!” she says before turning her attention back to Ayame. “Why econ?”

The girl shrugs. “Parents.”

“Same.” Kaori sighs. “They made me go into marketing.”

“I’m in marketing too,” Yachi says. “That’s how Kaori and I met.”

Ayame nods before turning to look at you. “Y/N, you’re taking chem, right?”

You focus on the board in front of you, keeping your eyes away from her when you answer. “Yeah, how’d you know?”

She giggles and you can’t help but feel your blood boil at the sound. It just sounds so light and airy and sweet, no one should be able to laugh that way. “Everyone kinda knows you,” she says. “You’re the campus dream girl.”

“Ah,” you say, letting out a chuckle. You sound so fake. “Right.”

The four of you continue exchanging the regular pleasantries. Where are you from? What highschool did you go to? How were your midterms?

The more she talks, the more you start to hate Ayame even more... because there's absolutely nothing wrong with her. She’s so perfect it makes you wish you could just spontaneously combust.

“So you and Suna, huh?” Kaori eventually says. “That’s interesting.”

You narrow your eyes at her slightly, hoping Ayame doesn’t catch on. “Yeah, we were all wondering about that, Kao.”

The girl seems oblivious to your tone. Or at least she doesn’t care enough to react to it. “Oh, well, you know,” she says, placing her hands on the carpet behind her and leaning back. “He’s not exactly the commitment type.”

Yachi nods. “Yeah, we wouldn't necessarily peg him as that.”

You clear your throat. “So how did you guys get together?” you ask, trying to sound as natural as possible.

Ayame seems to shrink a little at that. You wonder why. “We were kinda seeing each other casually for a while,” she explains. “About two weeks ago, we decided to make it official.”

Kaori stills, having the same realization as you. “Two weeks?”

“Yup. Before midterms season.”

Two weeks ago, you had just gotten home from your trip visiting family. Two weeks ago, Suna told Atsumu something about what happened between the two of you. Two weeks ago, you came clean to your boyfriend about what had happened.

For two whole weeks you’ve been wondering what Suna told him.

For two whole weeks, he’s been with this girl. This girl who looks too good, too kind, too sweet to deserve anything less than the best. The complete opposite of you, the complete opposite of Suna, the complete opposite of what anyone deserves.

You don’t even realize you’re standing up until Kaori asks if you’re okay.

“Yeah, I am,” you reassure her, trying your best to keep the smile from slipping off your face. “I just need some air. I’ll be right back.”

You slip out of the room, putting on a stray sweater from a nearby couch, and stepping out into the backyard of the rental. You sit on one of the benches outside, the whole place dark save for a few lampposts and the stars in the night sky.

You find your phone in your pocket and tap the top name in your contacts, trying to catch your breath.

“Hello?” the voice on the other line says. “Y/N? Is everything okay?”

You’re scared that you'll end up choking on nothing. “Tooru,” you say quietly, a strangling sensation gripping your throat. “I-he—well, it’s… bad. I don’t feel good.”

“What? Are you okay? Did something happen?”

The panic in his voice snaps you out of your haze.

“No! Fuck, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” you tell him. “Sorry. I just didn’t know who to call.”

You hear him breathe a sigh of relief at the sound of your words. “Okay,” he says, clearly still concerned, “but what’s wrong?”

You let out a sob. You didn’t know you were crying.

“He has a girlfriend,” you say, crouching and putting your head in your hands. You don’t even try to wipe your tears, they’d just keep coming anyway. “And she’s pretty and sweet and completely innocent in all this and… I should’ve seen it coming.”

You don’t even need to say his name for Oikawa to know who you’re talking about.

He sucks through his teeth, worried about you and a little disappointed that you’re having this conversation in the first place. He knew you were still being weird about Suna, but he figured that being Atsumu had changed things for you. He should’ve known things wouldn't change that much that soon.

“That sucks,” he says eventually. “I’m really sorry, Y/N.”

You shake your head, holding the phone to your ear. “I’m being stupid.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I already have Atsumu. This is so fucking dumb.”

“Stop it.”

“I honestly don’t know what I expected. It’s not like he cared about me—”

His voice is hard on the other line. “No,” he says firmly. “Don’t do this to yourself.”

You take a deep breath, sucking in the salty air drifting from the ocean. “Sorry, Tooru,” you tell him. “I’m okay. Just a sucky moment. Sorry.”

You hang up before he can even say another word. You just sit there on the bench, staring at the beach as the waves overtake the shore, the chill winds that come with the end of fall surrounding you.

“Y/N?”

Fuck.

“Ayame, hey,” you say, wiping your eyes as best as you can. “Is everything good?”

She nods, closing the door to the house behind her. “Yeah, everything’s fine,” she tells you. The girl steps closer, cautiously taking a seat on the bench a good distance away from you. “Are you good?”

“Oh, yeah, never been better,” you say, waving it off. “Allergies.”

She nods. “Right.”

You pick at your nails anxiously, unable to say anything else. There’s just something about having her sit beside you that sets your lungs ablaze. You’re burning from inside out and you can’t say it’s a good feeling.

“You should talk to him.”

Your head bolts up at that, staring at Ayame with a confused look. “What do you mean?”

The expression on her face could be anything. Pity? Worry? Concern? Jealousy? You can’t tell. All you know is she probably feels bad about something.

“Suna,” she says, the name rolling off her tongue like a knife to the heart. “You should talk to him. He might have some things to say to you.”

“What are you talking about?”

Ayame reaches out and places a hand on top of yours. She smiles. “I think I get it now.”

You frown. Why is she touching you? And why aren’t you pulling away? “Get what?”

“Talk to him,” she says, squeezing your hand. She gets up and heads for the door. “Just… listen to what he has to say.”

She steps inside the house and closes the door behind her, leaving you gaping in confusion in her wake.

What would he have to say?

notes. now everyone say THANK YOU AYAME also!! we are kinda entering the end zone 🫣 idk how to feel abt that yet but YEAH HERE WE ARE

#hqbaby.fyi #hqbaby #haikyuu #suna rintarou #suna #suna rintarou x reader #suna x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #suna rintarou fic #suna fic #miya atsumu fic #atsumu fic #haikyuu fic

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theholypeanut · 9 months

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Haikyuu boys as Romance Tropes

Content: some typical angst, fluff as a little Drabble with your hav Haikyuu boys;

Gn!reader, except fake dating

Enemies to lovers

He hated you from the moment he saw you. The audacity, the way you were walking, everything just pissed him off. You were always fighting about the smallest things, as if your very existence was annoying. But what annoyed him the most was how he couldn’t get you out of his mind whenever you were not around. It was frustrating whenever he saw you laughing and chatting with other guys. How dare you never smile like that at him?

Suna, Tsukishima, Oikawa, Kunimi

Friends to lovers

Living in the same neighborhood and growing up together was an experience that bonded you two for life. From you crying on the playground after falling down to always hanging out in each other's houses while your parents were gossiping, you grew closer and closer over the years. It took him a moment to realize that as you grew up, he no longer saw you as just a playground friend. Instead, he actually missed you whenever you weren't at home and wondered if you were maybe out with your boyfriend. And that thought alone was driving him crazy.

Sugawara, Daichi, Akaashi, Hoshiumi

Best friend’s sibling

This type of guy had never really fallen in love before and would often shrug whenever any of their friends experienced romance issues. Until one day, he got to know you. It wasn't love at first sight; he simply hung out regularly at his best friend's house and naturally got to know you more and more. Eating ice cream in the kitchen, fighting for the TV remote on the couch, you spent time together. And then he heard the words, 'You are here so often, you are almost like my another brother.'

And he realized that it... hurt.

Yamaguchi, Osamu, Iwaizumi

Fake relationship

He is a very popular boy. To be fair, you don’t think you know any girl who wouldn’t want to date them if they asked. But some people really cross the line with their obsession - love letters everyday, stalking, stealing their stuff from the locker - it got absolutely crazy. One day, one of the teammates innocently suggested: “Why won’t you get yourself a fake girlfriend, so your fans will back off?” You agreed to pretend to be their girlfriend to see it this works. To make it more believable you actually started to spend more time together? He took you home after school, you went to watch a movie together. As time goes by he realised that he actually enjoyed doing this things with you - and he really wants to hold your hand, take you to the arcade, touch your hair and grab a late night snack together. After a while there’s only one thing on his mind: Would it be too much to kiss in a fake relationship? How to get you for real this time?

Atsumu, Kuroo, Ushijima

Love at first sight

He never understood the idea of love that everyone talked about. Usually, he would just shrug it off and remain indifferent. "You'll get it when you find the one" he heard from his friends. And then he saw you for the first time. It was just a regular encounter next to the vending machine, both of you reaching for the dispenser to put a coin in. He looked at you, and it felt like he accidentally swallowed his tongue.

"Sorry, you can go first," you said, a little embarrassed.

"Go out with me" he blurted out.

"What?”

Nishinoya, Hinata, Bokuto, Tendou

Opposites attract

There is always this comparison: water and fire, salt and pepper, Yin and Yang. Somehow, he never gave it much thought before - that the person he would fall for would be everything he is not. He is calm, collected, and quiet, while you are a walking chaos, loud, a troublemaker, always laughing the loudest in the room. At first, he even found you annoying, but the more you two interacted, he realized that this walking disaster was what made him smile. Others would be surprised at how well you work together, but somehow now, he doesn't think he can ever let you go, because he doesn't want to go back to his quiet existence. He just wants you.

ASAHI, Kita, Aone

By slowlyholypeanut, don’t translate, put on other websites, steal

Beautiful divider by @cafekitsune

#haikyū!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x you #romance tropes #haikyuu headcanon #multi character

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angelyuji · 3 years

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no cuz bokuto the type to dance with no music playing. like you guys would be vibing and hed just pull you up and just make u dance with him. it doesnt matter where yall are, bokuto will pull u up and hold u against him as u both sway to nothing. he expects u to twirl him too. like he’ll give a look like “🥺” and you’ll know that he wants to be twirled. he’ll hum a tune sometimes if he has a song stuck in his head and he’ll get so excited if u hum along with him. after a couple times, you’ll get used to the random dancing and just rest ur head on his chest and close ur eyes as he rests his chin on ur head and yall just dance. all of his friends have gotten used to it by now but its a cute to watch u guys :(((

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! imagines #fluff #anime imagines #im writing this on my phone #bokuto fluff #not my usual content but my and my friend were talking about bokuto and how good he is #bokuto kotaro #idk how to tag stuff on my phone ngl #this was for fun and i want people to suffer with me #i have very real romantic feelings for him #and u should too #can be platonic or romantic #imagines #bokuto x reader

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ceijoh · 2 years

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YOU GET JEALOUS OF A MANAGER DURING THE TRAINING CAMP

relationship: kuroo x f!reader

warnings/contents: angst, fluff, spit kink, smut, reader choking kuroo, kuroo choking reader, 18+

Notes: happy birthday, tetsuro! it changed from their manager to ‘a’ manager, as i’m basing this one at the training camp. i know seijoh didn’t attend the training camp but we’re bending the rules here okay? you’ll see why, hopefully. there was a story that i read earlier this year (or last year) about kuroo and reader that had a spit kink it it and it made my brain go brr so it inspired the latter part of this

word count: 2.4k+

masterlist | atsumu & matsukawa’s part | daichi’s part | bokuto’s part

This fucker, this absolute fucker.

You thought Atsumu was a tease?

Well let me tell you one thing, this man is the king and lord of all teasers

Your relationship with Kuroo was one that everyone knew was coming.

You were friends beforehand, really good friends. You were the only one apart from Kenma that had the patience to deal with his fake persona he put up, who took the time to really crack his shell

Everyone thought that Kuroo was a giant fuckboy™, the thing is he wasn’t.

He was too busy with volleyball, and being a captain at that, and his academic studies

He was the type of person that wanted to fly with passing colours with everything that he has ever done

But that didn’t mean that he wasn’t playful with the people that flirted with him

He wasn’t oblivious to the attention that he got from everyone, he knew that he was charismatic and attractive

But was he a fucking simp for you

Not that he’d ever show it

He’d rather tease you about it

He was the epitome of he’s only pulling your hair because he likes you

One kiss later and then boom

Relationship town

Not much changed after you officially got together, you still acted the same way with each other and you never formally announced it to anyone

Your relationship was low-key and Kuroo often commented that you were practically dating since you guys first met you just made it official between the two of you

So because your relationship was so lowkey, people often thought that you guys were single and this is where Kuroo realised something

He loves to watch you get jealous, from the way you want to stake your claim on him and then dragging him to an empty room just to make out with him

Making him remember that you belong to each other

It didn’t take you long to catch on what Kuroo was doing and while you did enjoy pulling him away to make out, it was funnier to see him get annoyed at you being so nonchalant

Which ended up Kuroo being needy for your attention majority of the time

Now, while he did like being a little annoying shit to you, he never crossed a line

He knew your ques, he knew when something would end up hurting you rather than annoying you just a little bit

So whenever he felt like the other person was coming on too strongly even if you weren’t watching, he was quick to shut that shit down and quickly run back to you

Every single time that happened, again even if you weren’t there to see it, he would spend all night worshipping you and telling you just how much he loves you

Because while Kuroo loved to make you jealous, he loved you even more

And he knows that one day his teasing may cross the line

And he doesn’t even want to comprehend what it might mean

It was at the training camp that your jealousy got the better of you

The usual teams were there, with the added bonus of Karasuno

You were watching your boyfriend talk to one of the Fukurodani managers, Suzumeda-san if you were correct in your guess

There was something different as you saw him lean in trying to understand what she was saying

You saw her face blush as Kuroo gazed at her, she giggled and Kuroo smiled in response

As sneakily as he could, he gazed over to you, watching as you tried to calm yourself down but you were doing a rather poor job at it

Even though you were on the opposite side of the gym from him, he could see your fists balled tightly and jaw clenched

Wanting to turn around and talk to the manager in front of him again and continue before heading over to you, his plans were disrupted when he saw the familiar people behind you

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“Is chicken-head really flirting with someone else when he has you?” You heard a familiar voice say from behind.

Turning around you saw your previous school mates, grinning and yelling out his name you ran up and hugged him

Matsukawa easily lifted you up, face nuzzling into your neck

“Hey, save some for us,” you heard Oikawa’s voice and when Issei placed you down, you reached over and hugged him

“How are you holding up in Tokyo?” Iwa spoke into your ear as you pulled him into a hug.

“Good, I miss home though,” you replied once you broke apart from him. “I miss all of you.”

You pouted and looked at the four boys.

“Oh (Y/N)-chan, you’re just too cute,” Oikawa teased as he pinched your cheek.

“Might just have to take you back with us,” Makki grinned

“Nah, she’ll miss me too much,” you heard Kuroo’s voice and turned around, subconsciously reaching your hand for him to take

You melted yourself into Kuroo’s side and you saw Makki make a disgusted face

You watched as Kuroo greet the boys, a nice warmth feeling washing over you as you saw them get along

Before you could ask them about their lives for the past couple of years, the coaches blew their whistle and asked for them to gather around

“Oi, chicken-head, want to do four on four later?”

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It was fine until dinner time, when everybody sat down with their respective teams except Suzumeda-san who sat with the Nekoma team.

Watching her closely, the team was confused as she sat next to Kuroo.

Their gazes turning to you in a panic, watching you as your eyes narrowed on the girl

Kuroo watched you from his peripheral, sensing if he had to stop this but as he saw your shoulders relaxed, he tempted fate and your emotions by still paying attention on Suzumeda

You watched quietly at the scene in front of you, taking small bites from your food, as your boyfriend charmed the Fukurodani manager.

Rolling your eyes as she blatantly flirted with Kuroo, you finally had enough when she leaned into him and whispered albeit not very quietly that they should hang out after the dinner ends and she knows a nice secluded spot so they won’t be interrupted

Standing up, not bothering to excuse yourself, you watched over to where the Seijoh boys sat.

“Hey, little fern,” Makki greeted as soon as he saw you.

“Your boy being a dick again?” Matsukawa asked as you sat down next to him and Oikawa.

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Kuroo watched as he saw you mingling with your friends

His attention was off Suzumeda -who looked confused, and was now laser-focused on you.

He watched as the Seijoh captain flick your forehead, and you leaned back into your best friend.

Clenching the chopsticks in his hand, Kenma watched on in amusement.

His attention turned back to the poor manager who was caught in the crossfire

----

You missed your boys, you did, so much

Sitting with them took your mind of Kuroo and the Fukurodani manager, reminiscing over the memories all of you shared

----

Kuroo never admitted to you that he fears that one day you’re going to take a good look at him and realise all of the faults that he has

He’s manipulative when he wants to be, likes the control way too much, not very open regarding his emotions and would rather plaster a smile on his face to appease himself and others

He knew that you were loved by everyone you met, hell you charmed him over straight away when you transferred to Nekoma

Even managed to befriend Kenma before he himself befriended you

You were charming, funny, supportive, caring and understanding even when you didn’t have to be

And not to mention beautiful as hell

If Kuroo could he would bring a photo of you everywhere just to show everyone that you were with him, he would

Watching as you all got up to leave the cafeteria, he watched as Matsukawa wrap his arms around your shoulders as you all left

Grunting, he pushed himself from the table, much to the dismay of Suzumeda who watched him forlornly

“Kuroo-san?”

He looked down at the girl

“Where are you off too?”

“I’m just going outside,” without another word he stalked off to where you went.

“I thought we would go outside together later,” she looked around noticing that the team was trying very hard not to pay attention to them but failing

“You know after everyone goes to bed,” there was a faint red blush on her face, avoiding eye contact with everyone except the person in front of her

He smiled at her, but this time it didn’t fill Suzumeda with butterflies like earlier that day. There was something condescending about it, and she felt small

“Why would I do that when I’m going to be busy with my girlfriend?”

He wanted to feel bad, really he did, and maybe a little of bit him did for using Suzumeda-san like that

But right now there was something else churning in his gut, overtaking every other emotion

And this is what you would have felt like during dinner right?

And during the day when he was too busy playing the game you obviously didn’t want to

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As Kuroo walked outside he walked a bit until he heard the familiar laughter of yours

Walking the corner he saw you sitting in between Iwaizumi and Matsukawa, a grin on your face as your feet were on Oikawa’s lap, and Makki emphasising something in his story

He didn’t say anything but watched as you turned and looked at him

Looking at him, you could tell Kuroo wasn’t pleased in the slightest

Rolling your eyes, you took your feet off Oikawa’s lap

“What? You can flirt with other people, but I can’t talk with my friends?” You snapped

“That’s a bit shitty, don’t you think, Kuroo?”

He narrowed his eyes at the use of his surname

“Maybe, I’ll just go sit back at the table then? Since, you’re so busy here.”

“Fuck you, Kuroo.”

With that you stood up and walked away from them heading into the school

He heard Matsukawa whistle and turned to the man.

“Might wanna go get your girl, fix it before she dumps your ass.”

Oikawa smirked, “Yeah, we know how feisty she gets.”

Something twisted in Kuroo’s stomach as he heard Oikawa speak of you in such a familiar way. In a way only he should be allowed to talk about you.

“You know if you don’t treat her right, there’s plenty of other people that would love to be with (Y/N),” Iwa spoke up finally as he looked at the man in front of him.

Kuroo knew that the ace meant himself and the other three boys that were now watching him intently

Following you, fearing that he may have overstepped and this was the straw that broke the camel’s back

No, scratch that he definitely overstepped this time

Hearing that he was following you, you rolled your eyes and waited for him to catch up with you

You pulled him into an empty classroom, watching as his face as he obviously wasn’t expecting your actions

You pushed him up against the door, making sure to click the lock into place

Once he heard the click, Kuroo looked down at you, a smirk playing on his face

“Does kitty want to play?”

You rolled your eyes

“Are you fucking serious? Why would you throw such a fit in front of them?”

“You’re mine, princess, don’t forget that.”

Again, you rolled your eyes. The absolute audacity of this man.

Scoffing, “You spent the whole day trying to get me jealous, Tetsu with that manager from Fukurodani, and you didn’t see me throw a fit over it.”

Leering at you, “You mean Kaori.”

Hook

At the mention of her first name, your eyes narrowed into slits and pushed him back towards the door.

“You’re mine, Tetsu”

Line

“Might have to remind me of that, little kitty.”

Kuroo pulled you closer, making sure there was absolutely no space between you, so you could feel what you do to him

Digging your hands into his chest, Kuroo groaned as he bent down crashing your lips together.

Sinker

Pulling his shirt, you moved backwards, Kuroo following you willingly

You tugged his bottom lip harshly with your teeth, and the grip on your hips tightened making you hiss

You ground down, feeling his half-hard cock in his shorts

Rutting your hips for a while, you enjoyed the feeling, you ran a fingernail down his throat, smirking when you saw the red line appearing

Enclosing your hand around his throat, you saw his eyes widen slightly, “Mine, Tetsu.”

Squeezing it once, forcing his mouth open you gathered spit in your mouth

Puckering your lips, you slowly let the spit out of your mouth, directly going into Kuroo’s awaiting tongue

Watching your movements, Kuroo knew that this was possibly the hottest thing that will ever happen to him

Opening his mouth wider, making sure not to let your spit go to waste, he groaned and his cock twitched in his pants as the first contact was made

“You’re fucking mine, Tetsu, inside and out,” you hissed when the final strand of spit was in his mouth. Tugging his hair harshly so he was looking up at you. “Fucking swallow it.”

Making a show of it; opening his mouth so you could see everything, he gulped loudly showing you that he swallowed everything that you gave him

Slowly, you leaned down and against his lips, you uttered the words that Kuroo wanted to tattoo all over his body, “You’re fucking mine, Tetsu. Nobody will ever make you feel like this.”

Remembering what Iwaizumi said before he left the table, Kuroo reached up

“And you’re mine, princess, if I have to drill it to your head every night, for the rest of my life, that the only one I want is you, then I’ll fucking do it, kitten. Don’t test me.”

A hand came up to your throat and Kuroo tightened his hold on you.

Flipping you over easily, your back thudded against the floor, one of his hands cradling your head so you wouldn’t hurt yourself

“You’re mine, and I’m yours princess,” tugging your shirt roughly up your head, Kuroo kissed you desperately.

This time, he looked down at you, your hair splayed out on the ground, eyes wide and lips bruised, he smiled gently

Tightening his hold on your neck, he squeezed once, and as if you knew what he was thinking you opened your mouth

Fucking soulmates or what

Gathering spit in his mouth, he spat in your mouth, it wasn’t with care and precision like you did, no, he wanted to mark you inside and out as quick as he can

He pulled back and saw that the bottom half of your mouth splattered with his spit

“You’re mine and I’m yours now until forever, princess, hope you’re okay with that.”

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iwadori · 3 years

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when they’re feeling insecure (Sakusa, Kuroo)

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 2K

masterlist

request: Hiii can you write a reverse comfort where they hq boys are feeling insecure?? I love your works it can be any characters you want.

AN: okay so I’ve posted after a week so Yeahh I like sakusas hate Kuroos . thanks tee for being my sakusa encyclopaedia.

Sakusa

On your way home from Sakusa’s volleyball game, you could tell something was off with your boyfriend. Usually when you’d come back home, he’d be all tired and clingy, blanketing you in his arms as he blubbers about how great his spikes are in a sleepy manner. However, tonight Sakusa’s behaviour was different, he was sitting upright, wide awake, deep in thought leaning against the bay window looking outside.

You made you both some tea and approached him cautiously, wondering what was going on in his head. “I made your favourite,” you said, making him slightly jump as you spoke which knocked him out of his concentrated thinking. He thanked you with a small smile which grew as he took a sip of the tea which you always made to perfection.

Sitting in silence wasn’t a thing neither you or Sakusa weren’t used to, actually these times were moments you were quite fond of when you were with your boyfriend basking in the tranquil peace and comfort that being with him gave you.

“Omi,” you asked eventually, wondering if he was in the mood to talk to you, “are you alright?”

He looks up at you, resting his almost finished tea on his lap and he turns his body fully to you, frowning as he asks “Do you enjoy your time with Atsumu, more than me?” His question takes you aback as you replicate his frown with one of your own, thinking hard on why he would bring up Atsumu in a response to your question asking if he was alright.

“What makes you ask that?” you say, resting your hand on his knee ushering him to look back up at you as his head was hanging low in fear of hearing the answer he expected.

“Because…” He started, his voice faltering. “Y'know Atsumu and even Bokuto and Hinata, you seem to get along really well with them, they always make you laugh and I think that you’d have a better time with them… being with them.”

His confession saddened you as you would never expect Sakusa to think that you belong with his teammates more than you belonged with him. Of course you were close friends with Boktuto, Atsumu and Hinata as well as his other teammates , however you and any one around you would think that it was evident how much you were infatuated with Sakusa. So how come he didn't think so?

“Baby, why would you think such a thing?” you say inching closer to Sakusa, internally pleading for him to voice what his mind has been thinking of.

“It’s just, I feel that I’m too boring for you,” he said timidly “I know that i’m probably not the funnest guy when it comes to daily things like they are, and I’m content with that. But with you… I see how happy you get when you’re laughing at one of Atsumu’s jokes and how elated you get when Bokuto and Hinata manage to rope you into something spontaneous and crazy, I'm not like them. Don’t get me wrong I love you, truly and that's why I'm saying that being with me is probably not in your best interest when I'm too boring and dull for you.” He finishes his tangent about to put his head back down with a deeper frown than before but stops when your hands cup his face keeping his head up as you stare at him with an adoring smile.

“You’re so adorable omi,” you say, making his frown form into a ‘o’ shape in confusion. Before you were worried about what he was going to say as if it was going to be something drastic and serious which could alter your relationship. But simply, it was just your boyfriend being insecure about something that was all in his head and naturally you were going to be there for him and reassure him that everything was okay with how he acted and how you are as a couple.

“I love you,” you started, as you watched Sakusa put is tea cup on the floor as you bring him into your arms letting him rest on your chest as you stroke through his hair, “You always make me wonder what goes on in that pretty little head of yours, since you’re smart really smart. Like when we watch those little Netflix crime docu-series or thriller movies, you consistently say intelligent things making you the best person to talk to when it comes to those and when I come to tell you about the gossip at work, you’re always there to listen to meet, giving your much needed input.”

You hear him laugh quietly at your words which guided you to continue you on, “And you say you're not spontaneous? What about the times when you’ll be up late at night waking me up in the middle of the night as you're in the kitchen baking something you found on Buzzfeed getting me to help you. Or just moments like before when we’re just peaceful and quiet, relaxing with each other. I really love the moments we spend together, Omi, and I don’t think you’re boring.”

His body twisted so he could look up at you, “You really think so?” he questioned, eyeing you as if you held all the answers to the world.

“Oh I know so,” you said with a playful smirk, forcing an eye roll out of your boyfriend because of your cheesiness.

He buries his face in your neck and sighs in content as his arms wrap around your waist and your arms go over his back. Occasions like this were and will always be your favourite, and to some Sakusa may be ‘non affectionate,’ and ‘boring,’ but to you the amount of love that he showered you in will never have you doubting how much he cares for you and even though he may see himself as boring, you knew you’ll always be interested in anything Sakusa Kiyoomi does.

Kuroo

You were sitting at home, after bringing your two children to bed eating a microwaved version of the dinner you made hours ago. The clock hit 9pm and you were drained, completely worn out by the day's events. Since it is summer your kids were off, and as you worked from home your schedule made it easy for you to look after them at home whilst your husband, Kuroo Tetsurou, went off to work all day.

Kuroo was a hard worker, you always knew that from when you met him and you admired that in him even now when he’s working tooth and nail in the pandemic and still has the energy to come home to flurry you and your children with the devotion he had for you all.

You finished up your dinner, and as you were washing the plates you heard the key slightly jiggle in the front door and padding footsteps entering your house, ones which you recognised to belong to your husband. You didn’t approach him, as you knew he would do his usual routine of engulfing you with his body as he peppers kisses all over your face.

But after five minutes of hearing the front door open, you didn’t feel his presence behind you like you were familiar with. “Tetsu,” you called out behind you, wondering where your husband was. You didn’t hear a response right away, so you assumed he was in the bathroom or finishing up a small quick errand before he came to talk to you.

Time passed and you began to feel uneasy at the foreign routine but you decided to not overthink and finish the dishes instead. When you left the kitchen, already planning to look for Kuroo but you halted when you saw him sitting on the couch with his back hunched over his face pressed into his hands.

“Tetsurou,” you repeated walking over to the couch sitting next to him, apprehensively wrapping your arm around his back in comfort which you felt him relaxing into as his body shifted slightly closer to yours and his heavy breathing pattern you saw him have calmed down into an easy one. “What’s wrong baby?”

He didn’t respond instantly, just shaking his head in his hands and you could feel his knee moving up and down, jittering against yours, something he always did when he was nervous. You patiently waited for him to speak, happy to sit there for the whole night if it meant that in the end your husband was okay. You and Kuroo always had a knack for knowing how to support one another when it came to either of you being upset, stressed or mad about something.

“One of my colleagues went on holiday today,” he said finally lifting his head from his hand, not looking at you yet but you were glad he was well enough to speak, “he’s a great guy, really big on family and he’s amazing at his job.”

You were confused on what he was saying at first, but didn’t interrupt letting him talk, putting your other hand on his knee which soothed his nerves a bit slowing down the fastness of his moving leg.

“He’s going to the Bahamas, I’d love to go there,” he said with a pitiful smile, “but I can’t, since all I do is work. It seems every day now I'm always working, even more than I did before hours and hours on end at the office. How do you not resent me for that?” He turned to you when he asked this question and you could see that his face was tear stained, which melted your heart at the sight of your husband physically upset.

“No I don’t resent that” you said seriously, “of course I don’t resent that.”

“Are you sure? Because I know that as I’m working all the time you’re with the kids I barely get to see them now and it hurts me every day coming home seeing them all tucked into bed fast asleep, with the thoughts in my head that they think that I don’t care about them anymore,” he said sniffling a bit.

“Aw Tetsu, you shouldn’t think that way,” you said reassuring him stroking his face, “Our kids adore you absolutely, they love how hard working you are as do I and of course even though they don’t see you as often as they see me as i’m stuck at home all the time it doesn’t mean they don’t think you don’t care.”

The sullen look that was plastered on his face softened a bit after hearing your words but he was still unconvinced thinking that what you were saying was merely a lie to comfort him even though you actually thought otherwise.

“You’re so hard on yourself Tetsu,” you continued forming your own little frown at Kuroos revelation, “I love how much of a go-getter you are and I don’t resent you at all for it. But if you want to take a break then take it, we’ll be here to get you through that me and the kids too. But whatever you decide to do whether that's to continue working or take a rest then that is fine.”

He wipes his remaining tears and collapses into your arms with his face in your chest, groaning in delight as your hands dance across the back of his neck. “‘Love you Y/N,” he murmured.

“And I love you, okay?” You said with him humming in acknowledgement.

You spent the rest of the night talking, with Kuroo finally understanding how you and your kids would always be his support system, being pillars of assurance and love for the man that he would never truly understand. He did go back to work as usual but managed to rework his hours so he could spend his time with you and the kids even more which you were all happy with. So at times, even though you admired when your husband was hard working you did like when he paused to take a break.

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glassheartjukebox · 3 years

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thigh highs

haikyuu’s reaction to seeing their crush in thigh highs

captains -> liberos

feat. daichi, oikawa, kuroo, bokuto, ushijima

“i slithered here from eden

just to sit outside your door” - from eden

a/n: just got a pair in the mail and i thought fuck it! why not project onto fictional men!

daichi

when you walked into the gym in your school uniform plus a new pair of black thigh high socks, his first reaction was “goddamn”

his second immediate reaction was PROTECT

he knows how noya and tanaka can get

and he doesn’t want to subject you to that

that’s definitely the only reason, he definitely doesn’t just want you all to himself oh no no

he approaches with his usual endearing smile

what is unusual is his bright red cheeks

you notice that as he talks to you, he’s leading you out of the gym

you humor him, choosing to wait until you’re outside to question him

“you’re acting weird. why are you red? why did you lead me out of the gym?”

his eyes widen, clearly trapped in his own dumbassery

“i just wanted to talk to you!” he replies

“that only answered part of my question daichi.” you said, clearly unimpressed

suddenly he was avoiding eye contact and rubbing the back of his neck

“honestly? i didn’t want noya and tanaka to freak out about the... new addition to your uniform.”

it all clicked right then for you

“is that why you were all red?” you teased

playing with the top band of your thigh highs you looked at him and asked, “do you like them that much daichi?”

why not tease a lil?

oikawa

oikawa is very observant, and immediately noticed the new thigh highs

“ooh what are these,” he smirked at you, gesturing to your thighs

you knew you looked good, and decided to play dumb

“oh! they’re thigh highs! my legs get a little cold during class and i found these at the mall. do you like them,” you smiled at him, feigning innocence

clearly expecting a flirty reply, oikawa stuttered a lil

“i- they look very nice! very fashionable!”

at this point, you were struggling to hold back your laughter

your oblivious response to his obvious attempt at flirting had clearly caught him off guard

and he had no idea to continue without sounding like a complete perv

you’d achieved the impossible: flustering oikawa

not only that, but he obviously liked them a little too much

you: 1, oikawa: 0

kuroo

flirty bastard part 2

not as smooth as oikawa usually is

you two already had a flirty banter based friendship, so this shouldn’t have been out of the ordinary for him

for whatever reason, the thigh highs almost made him go feral

but alas, kuroo is a man of self restraint

so, as he approached you, he looked from you thighs to your face and wiggled his eyebrows

“those are new,” he smirked at you

“wow, i didn’t know you payed that much attention to me kuroo. if i didn’t know better, i’d think you had a crush on me,” you giggled

he clutched at his chest, “you really know how to kick a man when he’s down. first wounding me by wearing those thigh highs then teasing me? you’re ruthless”

you both busted out laughing, and all of your friends rolled their eyes

you two were oblivious to each other’s feelings and insisted the other one was just teasing you

in the middle of some casual conversation, the morning bell rang

you bid your goodbye and went to walk towards class until kuroo grabbed your elbow

he leaned in right next to your ear and whispered, “by the way, i do really like those thigh highs kitten.”

bokuto

he. is. o v e r j o y e d.

“hey! y/n! i loved your socks! they make your thighs look great!”

he says this a little too loud, earning a very exasperated look from a akaashi

you give akaashi a sympathetic smile as a he splits from bokuto, clearly trying to save himself the embarrassment

by the time bokuto is next to you, you’re bright red

every enthusiastic, bokuto exclaims, “you’re so cute when you blush!”

he’s not trying to be embarrassing

but bokuto does not hide his crush well

mostly because he has no intention to you

he’s a genuine guy and he wants you to know his feelings for you are just as genuine as he is

“thank you bokuto,” you say softly

despite the embarrassment, you can’t help but give him a shy smile

he has no idea what he’s doing to your heart

“you already look pretty in your uniform but the socks make you look even better!” his smile is contagious and you begin giggling

in a moment of boldness, you get on your tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek

“thanks bokuto, i’ll be sure to wear them again tomorrow.”

now he’s the flustered one

ushijima

he hadn’t seen you yet today when he arrived to practice

the only reason he found out was because he heard goshiki talking about it

“y/n senpai was wearing the super long socks that hugged their thighs today! i didn’t think they could get any prettier!”

ushijima was intrigued, but he kept his mouth shut

instead he focused on practice until the thought slipped his mind entirely

however, you and your thighs took a front seat in his mind as soon as he stepped out of practice and saw you talking when your friends in the hallway

goshiki was right, they did make you even more attractive

the little bulge of skin that came over the tops of the socks was really screwing with his head

as soon as your friends departed, he approached

“ushijima, are you okay? you’re a little red, could you be getting sick?” there was genuine worry in his voice

tendou who had caught onto the situation snickered from the other end of the hallway and sighed, “ah, young love”

“no, i am fine,” he replied before adding, “i came over to tell you that you look very nice today.”

after that he departed without another word, leaving you flustered at the rare compliment he gave you

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rocorambles · 3 years

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Jealousy

Pairing: Atsumu x Reader (Main), Osamu x Reader (Side)

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, NSFW, Rape/Non-Con, Misuse of Duct Tape, Non-Con Bondage, Forced Breeding, Forced Impregnation, Delusional Mindset

Summary: Atsumu is determined to prove that he’s the better twin for you.

The first time Atsumu meets you he doesn’t remember you so much as he gets stuck on the fact that Osamu is dating someone. Osamu is fucking dating someone and Atsumu is still here single and alone in his late twenties, not a girl anywhere even in sight. It makes him livid as he stares at the identical face gently smiling at you, affectionately holding your hand, looking so damn happy and content.

What does he have that Atsumu doesn’t? A successful food chain? Cool. But is he a pro-athlete? A medal winning Olympic athlete? One of the best setters in the country? In the world? It’s infuriating to think about and as much as Atsumu loves volleyball, even he dreams of love, marriage, a family of his own late at night when he’s alone on a hotel bed, only Sakusa’s breathing from the other bed in the room keeping him company.

And those thoughts consume him long after he bids farewell to Osamu and you and suddenly the MSBY Jackals are in an uproar as every team member takes turns being sexiled by their blond setter when they’re off at their away games, as Atsumu nonchalantly strolls into the locker rooms to prep for practice, back littered with scratch marks that Bokuto tries to shield from Hinata’s eyes when the orange haired athlete curiously asks when Atsumu got a cat.

Girl after girl walks in and out of his bed, his life. Most never lasting more than a night, a few returning for a couple more rounds in the bedsheets, one even manages to interest him enough to grab a cup of coffee with. But it’s the same verdict every time. He’s good enough to fool around with and he’s great in bed, but Miya Atsumu is not husband material, not when he’s already married to volleyball.

The rejection only fuels his inner turmoil and the green eyed monster inside of him grows and grows, festering and spreading throughout him the more he stops attempting his futile attempts and instead turns his energy to loitering around Osamu and you, inviting himself over for dinners after practice, trying his hand at helping you in the kitchen for brunch on the weekends, crashing in your guest bedroom to the point that Osamu and you gift him a spare key to your shared home.

Neither of you think much of it, Osamu joking to you privately that this is just Atsumu being the needy emotional brother he really is while you’re just glad to be able to get to know Osamu’s family better. So none of you notice how brown eyes inquisitively trail after the both of you, watching how the two of you seamlessly work out both your hectic lives, never letting the long hours at your job or Osamu’s restaurant get in the way of your relationship, always directing a warm smile or gaze at the other despite how obviously exhausted or far away from a good mood you’re in.

And Atsumu lets himself believe that this could be his as he hungrily stares at the way you gently caress his brother’s hand, the affection in your gaze as you tenderly kiss him on the lips, the playful wink you give his twin when you tell him you’re getting ready for bed. He lets himself dream that it’s him who you direct those loving gazes to as you cheerfully greet him in the morning, handing him a coffee made just the way he likes it, placing a plate full of delicious piping hot food in front of him. He lets his hand wander down his shorts at night, straining to hear every detail, every decibel of your moans as Osamu and you make love at night, closing his eyes and stroking his cock as he imagines it’s him who’s forcing those beautiful cries from your mouth.

But it’s not all a picture perfect paradise and Atsumu carefully listens in, alerted by the raising voices he hears through the walls as more and more time passes by. He’d noticed the growing tension in the house, noticed how the two of you were less affectionate, almost awkwardly shuffling around each other when both of you were home from work these past few months. But he couldn’t think of what could have caused both of you to act so strangely, so suddenly, when everything had seemed so swell.

Curiosity has him placing his ear on the wall and he winces when he hears you shout, anger and hurt in your voice that makes his heart clench painfully, asking when Osamu was going to propose, telling his brother how you’re sick of waiting, how you want to get married and have kids soon. Something shattering inside of him when your voice becomes small and hesitant.

“I thought that’s what you wanted too, Osamu. Isn’t that why we decided to start living together?”

He expects his brother to leap at the opportunity, to reassure you, yes, absolutely yes, we can get married right away. He knows that if their positions were switched, that’s what he would be doing. But his jaw drops in disbelief, morphing into a scowl when Osamu pleads for you to calm down, to be patient.

“I do want that. But just not right now.”

“If not now, when? We’re not getting any younger, Osamu.”

“But my chain is in talks of expanding and there’s so much going on. I just don’t have time-”

There’s a heavy silence as Osamu is quick to snap his mouth shut and Atsumu knows he’s cursing himself for the slip of his tongue, already knows the next words that are going to come out of your mouth, words he himself is all too familiar with from his own past failed relationships.

“You just don’t have time for us? Me?”

“That’s not what I meant…”

But it’s too late and Atsumu flinches when he hears loud angry movement, Osamu’s voice imploring you to calm down and stop what you’re doing to no avail as you stomp out of the house, slamming the front door behind you as you make your way to a friend’s house to spend the night apart.

No one speaks of that night after you return to the house the next day and the three of you continue as normal. Or at least as normal as you can be after an unresolved disagreement that your relationship ultimately hinges around continues ticking like a time bomb in everyone’s minds. And it finally counts down to zero when Osamu packs his bags and plants a cold chaste kiss on your lips before heading to the airport and making his way to seal the deal on the restaurant expansion that’s taken over his entire life.

Maybe it’s Atsumu’s fault that the two of you are drunk out of your minds, sprawled out on the living room floor. Scratch that. It’s definitely Atsumu’s fault and he drunkenly smiles at how out of it you are, heart warming at the giddy genuine smile spread across your face, happiness in your eyes that he hasn’t seen ever since that argument Osamu and you had. And oh, he didn’t mean to say that out loud and he panics, quickly sobering up when your smile falls at his words, eyes glazed in reminiscence as you think of that night.

Atsumu isn’t known for his patience, but he waits, not uttering a single word, not moving an inch as you open yourself up to him, telling him your hopes and dreams that so closely match his own of a loving relationship, marriage, family, sharing about the argument Osamu and you had (unknowing of the fact that Atsumu already knows far more than he should). But when you frustratedly laugh at yourself, asking him rhetorically if you’re just being silly and naive, if you’re just a grown woman trying to fulfill a little girl’s childish dream, you’re stunned by the fierce denial from the blonde athlete determinedly staring at you.

“No. You’re not being silly or naive. ‘Samu’s being the idiot. Any man would be lucky and proud to have you as his wife and to create a family with you.”

Those words resonate with you, linger in your mind, further branded into your memory by the sheer sincerity Atsumu drowned them in. And maybe that’s why you find it impossible to play house anymore, find it impossible to live a forced and fake lie when you’re not truly happy anymore. It’s hard, heartbreakingly so, to part ways with the silver haired man when he still holds a part of your heart, but it’s for the best. Why continue when neither of you are on the same page in the long run? Why waste more precious years when you can actively work towards your desired future with someone else who wants the same things as you?

It’s logical. It makes sense. And yet when you meet up with Atsumu at his apartment for dinner one night to catch up a few months or so after the break up you’re still doubting your decision.

You had been surprised the blond setter had been so adamant about keeping in touch even after his brother and you separated, but if you’re honest, he’s surprisingly sweet and caring, someone you consider a true friend. So as awkward as it might seem to outsiders, the two of you remain in close contact and you happily agree to his invite when both your busy schedules finally match up.

But as much as you like Atsumu, the two of you really need to stop drinking so much when you see each other and you let out a cry of frustration when your eyes immediately tear up when Atsumu casually asks how you’re doing as both of you sprawl out on his couch, trying to wave away his worried face as he hovers far too close to you, telling him it’s just the alcohol making you more emotional than usual.

And you still blame all the drinks he had generously kept refilling for you for the way you sob and cling onto him as he wraps you in a tight hug, telling him how you worry all the time about whether or not you made the right decision to break up with Osamu, whether or not you’re ever going to find someone else, ever going to get married, ever going to have that dream romance you’ve always wanted, ever going to have the happy full family you’ve always yearned for.

It all comes out of you so easily. But everything with Atsumu has always come easy and you don’t think much of it, finding comfort in his solid presence as he continues to hold you, letting him readjust and find a comfortable position-

You scramble to separate from him when lips tenderly meet yours, limbs flailing as you shove the man away from you, eyes comically wide open as you stare agape at Atsumu.

“What are you- We can’t- No no no. All of this is wrong. This would KILL Osamu-”

Something inside of Atsumu snaps when he hears his brother’s name from your lips. Even after all this time, you’re still thinking of him? You still care about him? When the better twin is right in front of your fucking face?

He doesn’t even register he’s shouting those questions in your face, barely registering your terrified eyes as you try to shrink away from him. But your movement of pulling away from him snaps him back to reality and reflexes has his hand twisting in your hair, grabbing you by your roots, fury making him numb to the way you desperately claw at his grip as he drags you to his bedroom.

You’re too focused on soothing your aching skull when he finally releases you by throwing you onto his bed and pitiful tears stream down your face as you gingerly hold your head, ignorant of how the athlete is rummaging through his closet. In hindsight you’ll wonder why you didn’t try to run while his back was turned, although you already know the answer. This is just Atsumu in one of his moods. He didn’t mean to hurt you. He’ll apologize in just a second. Those are the thoughts fleeting through your mind amidst the sore ache Atsumu has left behind.

But a warning bell rings relentlessly inside of you as you finally look up when you sense him approaching you, a thick roll of silver duct tape in his hands.

Had Atsumu always looked so...intimidating?

You try to fight back as you’re suddenly pinned to the bed by a muscular body, flailing and thrashing as calloused hands hold your arms above your hand, tightly wrapping your wrists together, looping extra lengths of the tape around the headboard, securely fastening your arms up and out of the way. But it’s useless, pathetic really, although Atsumu thinks there’s something adorable about how hard you’re trying, only to be easily batted away by his much stronger body as he tears off your clothes and bends your knees, taping your calves to your thighs, one side at a time until both your legs are bound.

And then there’s silence and stillness other than your wriggling tied form as Atsumu sits back and admires the view of your naked body, reality so much more lucious and gorgeous than he had ever imagined. You struggle against your tight restraints, recoiling as brown eyes leer at you, ravenously devouring the sight of your heaving breasts, raking down your figure before finally landing on your bare pussy on full display as his hands spread your bound legs on either side of you, palms searing your inner thighs with their unwanted warmth as he holds you open.

One day he won’t need the resilient tape to hold you down and keep you still. One day you’ll let him have you of your own free will. One day you’ll see that he was always the one for you. But he can’t help but feel that there’s something breathtaking about how vulnerable and pretty you are, laid out for him like a wrapped present, something filthily attractive about how striking the silver stripes are against your skin.

One day he won’t need the resilient tape...but that doesn’t mean he'll stop using it.

You shudder as he trails his fingers over the duct tape, grinning at you all the while.

“Can’t have you moving too much if I’m going to breed you. You’ll make all my cum spill out of you.”

He tsks when you frantically struggle at his words, pathetic begs and pleads spilling from your lips as dread fills you from learning exactly what Atsumu has planned for you and suddenly you’re all too aware of just how exposed you are, how tight the front of his pants look as his erection presses against the fabric, how far too close he is to your most intimate part. And you sob as he leans on top of you, pressing his toned body against yours, something hard pressing against your bare pussy as he captures your lips in a kiss to silence you.

“I thought you would be more thankful considering how you were practically in my arms begging me for kids not even a hour ago. And now I’m here ready to give you what you want and you’re making such a fuss.”

He rolls his eyes, scoffing as you only sob even harder, body shaking and trembling, sniveling as you stare up at him with teary eyes, begging him to stop.

“Oh shut up. What? Are you worried about the order of things? Worried I’ll just knock you up and leave you alone? Don’t be stupid. I’ll make sure to put a ring on your finger and marry you after this. Who cares about the order of things when the end result is the same.”

Your mouth opens and shuts a few times, unsure where to even begin telling him just how wrong his reasoning is, unsure how to even process his words. Ring? Marry? What-

But thoughts fly out of your head when a hungry mouth suddenly descends on your breasts, harshly sucking a nipple between wet lips, fingers roughly twisting and pulling at your other nipple and you wail at the jolt of sudden stimulation, too focused on the tongue lapping at your nipples and lances of arousal swirling inside of you to notice how his free hand is shoving his pants and boxers down and off.

You hate how quick you are to melt into the delirious pleasure, body craving for the touch of another, to be brought to new heights by another after being left to your own devices for the past few months and you can feel your pussy clench and throb, feeling so exposed and empty, practically begging to be stuffed full as slick begins to form between your legs. And as if Atsumu can hear your body’s silent cry for more, he begins to push the tip of his cock inside of you and your back arches, mouth instinctively opening as he takes his time, pressing past your tight opening, slipping further and further inside of you until he’s finally fully sheathed inside of you, letting your body adjust to him as he continues licking and sucking on your breasts, groaning as he feels your tight walls clamp around him with every move of his mouth.

Atsumu is not known for his patience, but he tries his damn best to take it as slow as he bearably can for you, dragging his cock back and forth against your gummy walls, constantly adjusting the angle of his hips with every stroke until you’re crying out, and he smirks triumphantly, memorizing the exact position and angle that has you seeing stars as he continuously hits that spongy spot inside of you. And all it takes is for his hand to slide between the two of you and gently circle your clit as he continues his steady assault to have you breaking to pieces underneath him, garbled versions of his name escaping your mouth as your orgasm washes over you in heavy tall waves, his own release joining with yours as your pussy convulses and milks him of his sticky white liquid.

As post-coital bliss disintegrates, shame and relief flood through you, shame for enjoying it, relief that this ordeal is finally over and you wait. Wait for him to remove the tape. Wait for him to pull out of you. Grimacing as he affectionately nuzzles you and litters your face with kisses. But you panic, pure fear flooding through you when you feel his cock twitching inside of you once more, growing inside of you again.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you? Need to make sure I fill you with so much cum that your body has no choice but to get pregnant.”

And he stays true to his words, fucking you over and over again, sometimes hard and rough, sometimes passionate and sensual, sometimes soft and gentle, but always finishing inside of you, adding to the splattered pooling mess inside of you. You feel disgusting, the increasingly wet noises as he thrusts in and out of the sticky wet mess inside of you permeating throughout the room, stomach feeling so bloated with cum that you swear you must be pregnant already.

Quiet, relieved sobs wrack your body when the weight on top of you finally lifts, when he finally pulls out of you and your body slumps down, all the tension leaving it, discomfort taking its place as you feel a torrent of liquid move to rush out of your overfilled cunt, the beginnings of it already starting to trickle out. But despite your aching dry throat, you manage to let out a strangled cry of disbelief when your hips are uncomfortably raised up, upper body almost folded in half as Atsumu keeps your glistening pussy upright, not allowing even a single drop more to escape.

And in this new position you have no choice but to watch, anxiety coursing through you when he tears off another piece of duct tape, chest hyperventilating as he places it over your gaping hole, effectively sealing you shut and despite the fact that you thought you had no more tears left to shed, new salty teardrops slide down your cheeks at the debauched site of your own pussy being treated as nothing more than an object, a receptacle for his seed, his beaming smug face between your legs only adding to your humiliation as he smiles down at his handiwork.

All you can do is mindlessly stare when he directs his smile at you, verbally praising himself for how smart he is for finding a way to keep his cum inside of you and making sure all his hard work doesn’t go to waste, mind and body feeling numb and broken as he finally lets your body lay fully back on the bed, slumping down next to you in exhaustion and cuddling your listless and still bound figure.

“We can go pick out rings together tomorrow, okay? Maybe try a few more times for some runts after. You think the more I cum in you, the better the chance that you’ll have twins?”

You don’t know, but you have a sinking feeling that you’ll soon be finding out.

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rrazor · 3 years

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hq boys as non-sexual things that feel sensual

tags: mildly suggestive content (mostly pining)

bokuto: certain phrases are very sexually charged; “make me,” or “what are you gonna do about it” lunch time!! bokuto comes back from the cafeteria with his pork-cutlet sandwich to see you engaged in a card game with three other people. He sees that everyone’s bet something and you bet a strawberry danish you bought this morning and bokuto’s eyes go 🤩 he forces himself in LMFAO and makes sure to sit next to you 🥰❤️ in the end, it’s only you and him left (konoha and komi come over from their classes to see what all the fuss is about and they’re like …..how is bokuto doing so well 😶)

but you win and steal his sandwich on the desk 😈 he tries to defame you for cheating lol but all you do is look at him coyly like “and what are you gonna do about it, bokuto-kun? 😇” and suddenly his tongue feels heavy and his cheeks flush and he’s all 🥺👉👈 he asks you for the bread back because its his only lunch 😭💀 but he ends up winning sm more because you offer to share your bento with him and his heart goes 🥰💖💞

akaashi: sitting next to someone and your shoulders/thighs touch it’s the sports festival!! and it’s lunch break. he spots you sitting on a bench and he starts sweating at the idea of sitting next to you but he wants to be near you somewhat because then MAYBE you’ll talk to him??!? hopefully 🥺💔

he swallows his nerves and sits on the bench too but on the other side with a huge gap between you and your friend. he pulls out his phone to look “busy” LMFAO then, more of your friends come over and suddenly, you’re snug against him, your BARE THIGH touching his because you’re both in shorts and akaashi thinks he gonna pass out with the bashful apology you give him 😵 he thanks every deity he can think of that your friends came over and STAY because your leg is still touching his and he’s holding a conversation with you 😭🥺🥳💕💖❤️😍

konoha: having someone use your keyboard standing up while you’re sitting in front of it you’re in one of the school’s computer labs working on a research essay. akinori sits next to your station, having worked up the courage earlier to ask you if you could help him with his. he sneaks glances at you at the printers as you refill the trays with more paper 👀 he blushes even though you aren’t even doing anything to him 😭😔💔

before he can stop himself, he calls your name lmfao 🗣 but manages to save himself from utter embarrassment by asking you to look over one of his passages. coming over, you lean over him, hands on his keyboard as he leans back. his eyes are wide and cheeks ruddy as he tries so hard to keep cool because you’re so close 😍🥺💕 and god does he hope what he wrote was coherent because he thinks he’d d-word if you said it made no sense 😓😵

kuroo: when you’re sitting next to someone and they lean over and reach across you to grab something another day, another group project. kuroo gets added to a group with you and another guy because he was absent for volleyball. the two of you push your desks next to him and he’s fist pumping internally because you’re sitting next to HIM and not the other guy and he gets to act as the barrier AHAHAH 😇🥳😛

you’re working together when you ask one of your friends to pass over the notes she took from you. she’s sitting in front of kuroo, but diagonally to the right so she leans back and you lean forward to grab the papers. your arm accidentally brushes his chest and kuroo short circuits 😶 you’re SO CLOSE and your body is nearly laid over his entire desk and if he moves his hands up he could probably touch your chest HJAKHSDLKASD 👁👄👁 the guy next to him looks at him all 😐 as kuroo goes INSANE 🤯

kita: hugging from behind he’s home alone, studying in the living room for his university exams. you’re in the kitchen with his grandma helping her with tonight’s dinner. he smiles softly to himself hearing the two of you laugh 😊🥰💞

he’s halfway through a derivatives question when you hug him from behind, arms coming around him as you rest your head on his shoulder blades 🥺💘 when you softly tell him dinner is almost ready, his chest warms and a soft smile appears on his face ❤️💖

atsumu: the guys strapping you in on a roller coaster. are we gonna kiss? why are you giving me that eye contact? inarizaki’s vbc get together to go to the local amusement park!! they get in and the first thing the twins want to do is ride all of the roller coasters so after a ridiculously long line up, atsumu’s sitting next to osamu, waiting for an attendant to come buckle them in, when you suddenly come up in your cute uniform and hair tied up and atsumu’s like SHIT ITS YOU 😳 also damn y didn’t you tell him you worked here he could have gotten discounted tickets smh 🥴😒

anyways you come up to them to buckle them up with him first and he doesn’t really notice anything but you buckle the first strap really tight and he’s like “does it need to be so tight 😘” and you tell him, making eye contact, using your best customer service voice (vocal bottoming but at least you get paid) and with a pretty smile on your face that doesn’t reach your eyes, “yes, unless you want to die. and if you do, don’t do it on this ride because my shift ends in ten minutes and i don’t want to stay here to write a report about a dumbass who ko’d on a roller coaster 🥰” and he BLUSHES oop— 👁👅👁

osamu: having your back scratched you sit next to each other in class and it’s self study time and you’re helping him with the english homework that was assigned when his back starts feeling itchy. he rolls and moves his shoulders to try to alleviate it, but it just isn’t working so he brings a hand back to scratch at it, but he’s not flexible enough to reach it 😔 you ask him what’s wrong and he puts his arm down like he got burned because he doesn’t want to be seen doing something weird in front of you or making a weird face so he just says nothing but you raise a brow and go “are you itchy?” and he nods JAJCKKAD

you bring your arm up to where he was just scratching, “here?” a shake of his head, “no, a little to the right.” AND YOU SCRATCH RIGHT AT IT!!!!! he can feel his shoulders slump as he closes his eyes and groans a little WHOOP he’s SUPER EMBARRASSED but you just laugh it off and scratch him some more before going back to work and he looks at you like 🥺💖 why’d you stop?? even though you’re not even looking at him LOL 😞 touches his back that night in the shower like your hands were so small 😯😍😳 and maybe he should be itchy more often but it also quickly turns to she better not be touchy feely with anyone else 😒

suna: someone writing on your arm he’s forced to take this one evening class this semester because it’s not offered the next one and he needs to take it because it’s a prereq for almost every other course ugh but at least the cute girl who sits next to him lets him copy her notes LMFAO 😭💀 he left all his belongings in the gym’s lockers because he was going to go back anyways for practice so when the professor gives out a code for a free trial of the software they have to use for the homework assignment due in a week, he’s like shit; he left his phone in his bag 🤡💔

you offer to write it down on his arm, grabbing a pen from your pencil case. he nods like sure why not so you take his arm and push the sleeve of his hoodie up and start writing and he just stares at you 👀 your writing is cute and he kinda likes the feel of your hands on him 🤧 class ends and you part ways with a wave. It’s not until he’s reached the gym that he realized you could have just messaged the code to him on facebook 🤨 so he pushes his sleeve up and sees your phone number on his arm under the code 😘 aren’t you smooth!!! 😌

iwaizumi: when someone is putting the car in reverse and they put their hand on the back of your seat iwaizumi been interested in you for a while, and ever since he came to the revelation he finds it really hard to talk to you because he’s afraid of coming off too aggressive or you figuring it out 😔💔 good thing kindaichi reveals that you’re his older cousin and that you’ll be driving some of them to their next practice match because the volleyball team’s bus is out for a checkup!! 😍😘 oikawa, matsukawa and hanamaki all force him to sit shotgun as you drive (even kunimi and yahaba get in on it). iwaizumi grumbles about it and all but he’s secretly super happy he gets to be right next to you omg 👀😭 he takes a bunch of glances around the interior of your (parents’) car and sits a little straighter than he usually would.

he can feel the stares on the back of his head from the other third years egging him on to make a move and just when he works up the nerve to say something to you, you put the car in reverse to back out the parking spot and put your hand on the back of his seat 😳😤 iwaizumi thinks you look so cool AND HOT he clams up and just stares at you with his jaw slightly open 👁👄👁 💕pls save him 🤧

matsukawa: when a girl puts her hand up to yours and remarks on how yours is so much bigger you got randomly paired up with each other to do a presentation for your world history class and so you’re sitting next to each other on a saturday afternoon at the public library doing research together. matsukawa spent more time than he would like thinking about what to wear because he doesn’t want you to think that his fashion sense was as grotesque as the school’s khaki pants 😷🤢 (when you complimented him nonchalantly about how he looks a million times better in casual clothes compared to the school uniform and joking said that he should start a petition to get rid of the school’s ugly khaki plaid pants and skirts and use a photo of what he was wearing today as the main piece of evidence, he almost doubles over 💀)

you’re sitting next to each other and he’s still kinda reeling from the previous interaction ahjdalhd but he does his best to pull his weight. he’s taking notes in a notebook and you look over and comment out of the blue that his hands are really big as you look at yours 🤧👀 he blinks and looks at you like “yeah?” and you nod, putting your hand up and he does it too because he thinks he’s having a fever dream at this point, but not even in his wildest dream did he’’d ever think you’d push your palm against his and say “your hand is so big! 😳” he has to excuse himself to go to the washroom to scream 😘🥰❤️

hanamaki: when you’re sitting next to someone on public transport and the centrifugal force from the vehicle firmly mooshes the two of you together hanamaki pines for you silently and you can’t really tell he likes you because he’s pretty decent at keeping his emotions hidden. or maybe you’re just so busy with your senior year you don’t notice anything that isn’t the impending doom of university applications and keeping your grades up 😤😇 anyways the two of you get on and off at the same stop each day (which he secretly thanks god for 😭) and you’re sitting next to each other and hanamaki thinks he’s gonna combust because you’ve never been this close!! 🥺🥰

he can feel his hands getting sweaty already. hanamaki sneaks glances at you and tries to see what you’re doing on your phone LMFAO suddenly, the train lurches a bit and you slide from the inertia right into his side and then he can feel the warmth coming from your thighs, side and your shoulder are touching holy sh— 😭❤️😵👀💖 you look up to apologize as he takes a breath and you’re a little shy in your apology but he takes that chance to ask you about something mundane and he makes you laugh!!!! he thinks about the interaction for the next two weeks because he finally got to talk to you dhaskld ☺️🥺💕

kyoutani: when anyone raises their arms to stretch and their shirt gets lifted up slightly gym class—you’re doing timed runs today!! kyoutani is already finished with his so he’s just sitting off the side of the track, staring not-so-subtly at you but you don’t notice because it’s your turn next!! you’ve got the typical school mandated shorts and plain t-shirt on but kyou is all 👀 at your tastefully exposed skin. he thinks you look pretty with the sun hitting your face as you give a smile to your friend, squinting at the sun light 🥰

he’s just mindlessly staring at this point but then you raise your arms to stretch your triceps and the hem of your shirt rises up a little to expose the tiniest sliver of skin before it’s covered again 👁👁 his cheeks pink a little and you catch him looking LMFAO but you don’t think anything of it and just smile and wave as kyoutani burns bright red, heart battering against his ribs and looks away 😡🤡🥰💕 he saves it for future reference HURDURDUR 😇😛

ushijima: when a woman does that thing where she tucks her hair behind her ear while making direct eye contact ushijima is INTERESTED in you, likes you, is intrigued, would like to hold your hand and rub the back of your hand and feel the soft skin with his thumb—same thing 🥰 you’re talking to him about something for the cultural festival and he’s nodding along to what you’re saying because you’re so brilliant and responsible for working on the school festival committee wOW 🤩

time seems to move in slow motion as you look up him whilst tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. he zones in on the shy smile on your face, your cute cheeks, glossy lips and pretty eyes 🥺🥰 “ushijima-san?” “yes?” “what do you think?” “that’s a great idea, I will ask my team members for their input as well.” you nod exuberantly even though he has no idea what you’re talking about but your cute smile makes him all mushy on the inside 💖💕

semi: making eye contact with another customer at the grocery store around the same age it’s 2:11pm on a tuesday and semi’s at the grocery store because it’s summer and his mom was all “go to the store and buy these shimeji mushrooms for me, eita, they’re on sale!!! but only until 3pm so get skedaddling!” 😩 so he’s here and he swears housewives are the most powerful people on the planet because he thought he was gonna d-word just tryna get his discount mushrooms. he spots you in the condiments aisle looking at sesame oil and he gives you the up, down and lingers a little too long on your exposed legs 💀

he thinks you look really cute in your t-shirt and jean shorts though 🥰 when you look up and make eye contact with him and give him a little smile and wave he BLUSHES 🥺 and is right about to take the chance to talk to you but a granny hip checks him trying to get to the soybean paste and he almost trips and lands on his face 😔💔 so much for looking cool in front of you 😢🥺

tendou: having someone else play with your hair satori sees you on cleaning duty carrying the recycling to the bins as he finishes his runs around the school, about to make a turn to the gyms. he makes a beeline for you, calling your name with a bright smile on his face and waving his arms in the air. 🥰💞🥺

he bounds up to you and offers to help even though the bin is really light, cheeks warming at your smile 😊 when he takes the bin out of your hands , you wave your hand to get him to bend down. he complies, eyes widening when he feels your hand in his hair. he straightens up to see you holding onto a couple pieces of cherry blossom petals 🌸 he laughs bashfully; it feels like time has slowed and you’re the only two people in the world 💖💕

sakusa: if you’re on a pc/laptop, somebody leaning over your shoulder to look at the screen with you. the close proximity of your faces can feel awkwardly sexual you’re in the same kinesiology class and sakusa first noticed how GOOD your presentations are wtf and he’s even more impressed when he hears that you winged the whole thing because “i conveniently forgot about this until one in the morning when I decided it was a good time to reorganize your entire dorm room” ALSO you offered him hand cream the one time you caught him staring and against all reason he said yes and ever since he’s been dying to ask you where you got it from because HOLY was it nice 😍

you get paired up for the final pair presentation and he’s only become more interested in you! you’re easy to talk to and don’t pry too much and he finds himself oversharing at times 💀 the professor gives the class part of the lecture time to work on the projects so you’re sitting next to each other working when he asks you a question about the academic article he just found and you lean over his shoulder to look at his screen 👁👁 for anyone else, the close proximity of your faces would have grossed him out but he can’t stop thinking about how good you smell and how cute your ears look 👀🥰 when you tell him he’s found a really good source with an excited smile on your face, he BLUSHES and promptly wants to pass away because he has no mask on to cover him 🤡😭😵

sachiro: when you have a melting popsicle, there often comes a time where you must choose between eating it too quickly, or sucking it off so it doesn’t drip on you sachiro hums happily, holding your hand as the two of you walk home after your date and stopping at the convenience store where he buys the two of you popsicle sticks 😋

you’re talking about something funny you saw hoshiumi do in the class the other day when your popsicle drips onto you. you kitten lick at your hand and take the whole thing in your mouth to get rid of the more liquidy parts of your ice cream and sachiro is all 👁👄👁 he swallows thickly, cheeks warming and heart beating a little faster; why’s he suddenly so thirsty? 🥵💦🙈

gao: getting a strong whiff of somebody’s perfume when they pass you gao really wants to talk to you, like really really wants to talk to you 😖😭🙏 but you’re talking to your friends about something and the cute way you laughs and joke with them has him all 🥺🥰🤩

he’s about to walk up and join the conversation because let’s face it, gao isn’t afraid of much 🤧💀 too bad the teacher calls you back into the classroom about something. when you pass him, he gets a good whiff of your shampoo and his stomach flutters 😍😊🥺💕💖 follows you with sparkly eyes and wishes he made the choice to talk to you sooner 💔

futakuchi: bending over to pick up something you dropped kenji is watching (glaring) as you talk to one of the baseball team’s starting players 🤐 he’s so ticked but he doesn’t admit it like where does this guy get off making you laugh and smile like that wtf 😒🙄 luckily for kenji, the guy gets pulled away by the class rep for something so kenji calls your name to get you to look at him instead 😤

you come over and just as he’s about to stand up from his desk, he knocks over his eraser. you crouch down to pick it up and he finds himself really liking it 👁👁 he doesn’t get it either 🤡 like you aren’t bending and snapping—just folding your knees to get his eraser for him, but the way you tucked your hair behind your ear before you bent down so prettily has him ☺️😉🥵

terushima: when you’re eating and chatting with someone and they lick their lips yuuji pulled you away from your friends when it was time for lunch, wanting to spend more time with you one on one. he was so busy with volleyball and school lately 😞 and when he managed to get you to tell him how lonely you felt without him, he made it his mission to spend more time with you!!! 🥰😘💕

you’re eating together, sharing food and talking about everything and anything when he notices you lick your lips; he zones in on your little pink tongue as it swipes across your bottom lip 👁👁 “yuuji, you okay?” a hand on your cheek and suddenly, he’s kissing you. he tastes like the leftovers your mom packed you for lunch 🥰😋

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amjustagirl · 3 years

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when the sun loves the moon: chapter 3

chapters: one.~ two.~ three.~ four.~ five.~ six.~ seven.~ eight.~

pairing: bokuto x f! reader genre: romance, fluff warnings: mildly suggestive content wc: 3.4k

a/n: happy, sunshiney bo is the best :3

Bokuto has grand plans for your first date, spends far too much time reading food reviews about the swankiest restaurants in Osaka, calls up florists to interrogate them on the perfect bouquet to impress you but when he remembers Akaashi’s advice to check that you’re comfortable with whatever it is he’s planning and actually ask you what you’d like to do on Friday night, you look confused when he starts rambling on about restaurants and florists and fireworks and -

“I thought we’d just eat yakiniku, like we always do.”

“B-but it’s our first date”, Bokuto replies, equally confused because a restaurant meal and flowers seemed to be the minimum standard that all his previous dates demanded.

“But you like yakiniku more, right?” you point out gently. “Unless you really want to go to eat at - what was it you said - a gastronomical adventure into microfoam? Though honestly from the sounds of it, neither of us will be full even after an eight course meal.”

“I do like yakiniku more” he admits. “But that’s nothing different from what we usually do - won’t you be bored?”

“How could I be bored when I’m with you”, you say, affection shining in your eyes and he wants to swoon.

“Besides”, you add, with a cheeky grin. “There’s a park nearby our usual yakiniku place that we can go to after dinner to walk our meal off, and that’s the perfect excuse for me to hold your hand.”

He blushes like a school boy, feeling heat rise alarming quickly from his neck to his head. He should put on sunscreen or - or hide under an umbrella at this rate because he’s dangerously at risk for sunstroke. “You don’t need an excuse to hold my hand”, he mumbles, his large hand enveloping yours, cheeks flaming red.

You jump away from him when someone knocks on your door and you have to get back to work, but Friday night is just a few hours away, and you’re right of course, because you both spend a happy two hours barbequing meat and chomping on pickles, cheeks warm from the heat of the grill before heading to the park.

“Did you have fun?” you ask, hand securely in his.

“Eh” he scratches the back of his neck. “Of course I did, but I’m worried it’s like what we did when we were just friends.”

“Is that a problem?” you ask, with a frown that he never wants to see on your pretty face.

“No!” he exclaims a little too loudly, afraid that you think the problem lies with you when he just wants to do better. “It’s just - I mean - things should be different cos we’re dating now.”

“I mean - us dating is kinda similar to being friends, isn’t it? We’re spending time together to see if we like each other’s company and if we already enjoy doing things like yakiniku and walking ‘round a park, there’s no need to force ourselves to do anything different just for the sake of it.”

“But then what’s the difference between us dating and us just being friends?”

“Well”. you say slowly, leaning forward, hands finding their way to the collar of his shirt. “I could think of at least one thing we can do that we couldn’t when we were just friends.”

He gets your drift when you press your lips to his, his fingers tangling themselves in your hair, mouth falling open to groan when you swipe your tongue against the seam of his lips. It’s a very good thing that only the moon bears witness to your first kiss, because it’s a little too scandalous for anyone else to see this very open display of affection.

And so, things go well.

Being pulled into Bokuto Koutaro’s orbit means getting yanked headfirst into his social life.

The first time you meet his friends from high school, you’re a nervous wreck. They’re important to him, you can tell from the way he talks about them. Kuroo Tetsuro, a longtime rival and a firm friend, a steady though snarky supporter, though he’s based in Tokyo with the Japan Volleyball Association. You’ve worked with him, once or twice, and he’s professional - though now that you meet him in person, his demeanor is decidedly not. Tsukishima Kei, another protégé, tall and blonde and sarcastic, somehow adopted despite not even being in the same school. And most of all (though the man in question seems to want to ask if he’s the least of all) – Akaashi Keiji, his setter, his best friend, the steadying presence, the ballast in the midst of Bokuto’s ever changing moods.

The minute you get there, Kuroo asks you immediately whatever possessed you to say yes to going out with Bokuto – did you know he used to get all whiny everytime Akaashi wouldn’t set to him, as Tsukishima smirks and hides behind half moon glasses. Bokuto whines indignantly not to expose him ‘cos he really, really likes you –

You throw your head back and laugh at their antics.

“Well”, you say to Bokuto. “I think we’re both fools cos I really, really like you too.

He shoots a smile at you - bright and delighted and impossibly sweet. You feel as if you were kissed by the sun.

“Oya, oya oya”, Kuroo calls, cheshire grin widening impossibly. “You seem to have gotten a keeper there.”

“Of course”, Bokuto replies, hand warm in yours. “She’s the best!”

Later, when Bokuto and Kuroo are busy teasing Tsukshima about an ardent fan of his, Akaashi leans over to you.

“Please take good care of him”, he asks quietly. “He’s a lot, but he’s got a good heart.”

“I know”, you reply, tossing a tender glance at Bokuto. “Trust me, I will.”

Akaashi leans back and offers you his hand. You shake it and share a smile.

The MSBY boys you’re already familiar with from the demands of your job, but you’re whisked into team outings and dinners when spouses and partners are included and it’s just a lot of chaotic fun. Most times it’s held at Onigiri Miya with Meian’s and Atsumu’s children running riot, a volleyball match blaring on the screen, and Bokuto’s hand warm on your back.

“You should come alone with us next time!” Miya Kaiyo says, arms full with her cranky daughter who audibly spurns the allure of dinner in favour of more time playing tag with Meian Makoto. “Don’t sit alone in the employee seats - most of us family members have a spot on the stands and we all picnic together, it’s fun!”

“I’ve never actually watched a game”, you admit and you wince when her eyebrows slam into her hairline.

“Never?” she echoes, before gathering herself and adds firmly - “Well, then you definitely have to join us next time!”

You do, because you like Miya Kaiyo with her brash ways, and you do because you should support your boyfriend - that’s what girlfriends do anyway, so you make your way up the stands with Kaiyo and Meian’s wife Yua and their children during a home game, accepting Kaiyo’s offerings of onigiri and karaage gratefully (because work has been brutal and you always forget to eat) and cheering when the boys jog out to the screams of their fans. You giggle when Atsumu looks up and blows a kiss in Kaiyo’s direction, and she responds with a cheeky chomp of the blown kiss and a hand gesture that she later explains is a reminder not to overthink his serves “he tends to flub them when he does - actually there are a lot of reasons why he does, and he gets so cranky after - anyway - look, there’s Bo!!!”

And Bo prances out and his eyes visibly widen when he catches sight of you next to Kaiyo, wearing his jersey and number that he nearly trips and has to be yanked to his feet by Meian, the captain shaking his head.

“I think you should come to every game ‘cos Bokuto is on fire today, and I think it’s because of you”, Kaiyo slyly remarks in between reminders to Shino not to scream too loud for daddy, or you’ll get a sore throat, sweetie.

You’re torn between hiding your burning face in your hands and crawling under your seat because Bo turns to look at you at the end of each set with blazing eyes that makes you want to melt, but you can’t seem to tear your eyes away because Bo on court is just electrifying - his serves cracking through defenses, flying high in the air to slam the ball into the earth, his voice booming despite points lost to encourage his teammates.

“Gods, he’s so hot”, you mutter into your fingers.

Yua and Kaiyo just chuckle. “Welcome to the team”, Yua says dreamily. “Shugo during and especially after a game is like - oh my god, I can’t even describe him -”

“Head empty, that’s how you ended up with your baby”, Kaiyo teases.

"Please, I've definitely had to babysit Shino for a few minutes after a couple of games when you and Atsumu sneak off -"

"Two words, Yua - supply closet."

Yua immediately reddens. "I told Shuugo that was a bad idea", she mutters, but from the way she's staring at said tall, dark and handsome captain, you can tell (ahem) that she thoroughly enjoyed herself. You and Kaiyo just laugh, though your laughter dies off when you notice Bo staring at you with hunger in his golden eyes because it’s the end of the match and they’re all lining up and the boys are panting and sweaty and breathing hard and -

oh gods you totally understand how Yua feels now.

help.

You give in to cowardice, ducking away from the crowd to hide in your office, telling yourself that Bo needs time to attend the debrief and shower and he probably won’t have time for you so you might as well take the time to clear some work. But you don’t account for Bokuto’s persistence, because you hardly get to send out a few emails before he’s knocking at your door, peering in.

“Hi”, you say breathlessly as he stares down at you wolfishly.

“Hi”, he replies, taking your hands in his. “Did you enjoy the match?”

“I did”, you smile, leaning into him. “You played really well!”

“Did you see the part where I went pow! and slammed the ball between Kageyama and Ushijima - oh my god their faces - and then, and then that moment when I chest bumped that spike from Romero - I could hear Hoshuimi just yelling but it was cool right right right?!“

“Really, really cool”, you answer, as he perks up like a sunflower, basking in the sun at your affirmation. “You looked really cool but I couldn’t help but think how hot my boyfriend is when he plays.“

“You thought I’m hot?” Bokuto tilts his head down at you and you don’t notice him take a step forward towards you until he crowds you against your desk because you’re too busy rambling.

“I always think you’re hot – have you looked at yourself in a mirror but I didn’t know how you’re especially hot when you’re out there – like some supernova blazing through the sky – “

If you thought Bokuto was hot when he’s playing, it’s nothing compared to the wildfire sparked by the dance of his fingers along your skin, beneath the hem of your top and the rim of your waistband as he devours you, plunders your mouth with his tongue, and the groan spilling from his lips when you tangle your fingers into his hair to pull him closer is so sinful you’re sure you’re going to burn in hell.

“Oi! Bokuto! You in there? Coach wants to talk to you but you ran off after debrief!”

You push him away, even as he whines, hair mussed, eyes wild, still staring, completely transfixed by your lips. “Shoo”, you say, laughing when he pouts, clinging on to your hand. “Go on, go do your job. I’ll be waiting for you when you’re done.”

“Come home with me.” A statement, not a question.

“It’s a weekday!” you protest. “You have early morning practice tomorrow and besides, we’ll spend the weekend together.”

“But I always miss you when you’re not around”, he pouts, as you straighten his hair and shirt, pushing him out of the door to Atsumu, who smirks when he sees the telltale signs of kiss-swollen lips.

“I’ll bring him back” Atsumu tells you, waving you off with a two fingered salute as he tugs Bouto along, who makes his reluctance known by dragging his feet, a child being pried away from his favourite toy. You just giggle and blow him kisses.

It’s hopeless. You’re hopeless.

When you settle back at your desk, the words on the screen in front of you start to swim before your very eyes. You can’t stop yourself from grinning like a fool in love at the memory of your golden boy and his kisses that taste like pure sunshine on a clear summer’s day.

You definitely spend the weekend at Bokuto’s place. And the weekend after that. And the weekend after that. And - well, fine, yes you end up spending every weekend with Bokuto (now, you call him Kou or sweetheart or my big baby and he looks at you like you’re the sun, moon and stars when you call him that) and it’s been amazing. Ahem. You can’t count the number of times his neighbours have called in complaints because he’s just so damn loud and you’ve had to wear high collared shirts at work to hide the violets blooming along your clavicle, the lasting evidence of his ardent affection for you.

But it’s so much more than just that.

He’s turned you soft, worn down your hard edges and defenses that you’ve put up since law school because he teaches you to believe that there’s good in this world, that there’s love in this world. You hear him, voice booming with humour and kindness when he greets his fans, especially the little ones, giving them hi fives and encouragement when they shyly tell him they want to grow up to be just like him.

“You gotta listen to your mama eat your veggies and work hard so you can achieve your goals, little fellow”, he’ll exclaim, the children’s faces alight with joy when he asks them to demonstrate their own spikes, and signs all their jerseys and volleyballs with enthusiasm and a hooted - hey hey hey!

You know people might think he’s not the sharpest tool in the shed, but you think they’re wrong. They’re blind not to see him analyse and adapt to every opponent’s game play, the speed at which he picks up new skills, how in tune he is with people in general – picking up on their moods and sore points, doing his best to smooth over the situation.

“He taught me lots when we were in high school y’know. Even though I wasn’t even in his team, he spent time to show me moves like – “ he demonstrates a tip with a whoosh and a line shot with a ka-pow! “and that really helped me, especially when I was just starting out”, Shoyo comments when he’s in your office to sign a contract for some sponsorship with a big name shoe brand.

“He’s a good person like that”, you answer, as Hinata nods his head vigorously.

“He’s one of the people who’ve helped me to get here when everyone else thought I wouldn’t make it.” Then, with a look at the walls adorned with MSBY merch, some of it with his name and likeness on it, he smiles - “So thank you for making him happy.”

You don’t know what you can say to that because there’s a sudden lump in your throat that makes you choke but you can’t help but think – Shoyo shouldn’t be thanking you, you should be thanking the gods for blessing you with the sun.

It’s been a few months, almost half a year since he’s asked you out and you didn’t laugh at him but said yes with a kiss that he still thinks about at least once a day. You haven’t moved in yet because your lease isn’t up, but the wardrobe is groaning from the weight of your clothes, and he doesn’t know how he’s managed without the soft sound of your breath lulling him to sleep.

There are times when he’s afraid the day will come when you decide he’s just a simpleton who slaps balls for a living and leave him, because you’re smart and sharp and funny and sweet and could probably do so, so much better than him. He admits this to you one evening when he screws up an interview and is roundly chastised by his manager.

“Kou?”

You’re the last person he wants to see when he’s in this state, but it does feel good to have you cradle his head in your lap, have you massage your fingertips into his scalp. He whimpers, snuffles softly as you stroke his hair, your touch chasing his worries away. Still, he has to ask.

“Am I too stupid for you?” he says, voice rough.

“What?” There’s a glacial iciniess in your tone, a hard, cold anger that he’s never heard before from you. “Who said that?! Who – Kou, tell me and I’ll tear them a new one. How – how dare they – “

“No!” He cuts you off, douses the flames. “No one – I’m just. I’m just scared you’ll wake up one day and realize I’m just a dumbass who doesn’t deserve you.”

You take his hands, waits patiently until he brings his eyes to meet yours.

“You don’t have to be scared”, you whisper. “You’re enough for me, Kou – in fact I think you’re too good for me.”

“There’s no such thing”, he argues, though he can’t help but burst into a goofy smile. “You’re too good for me.”

“I guess that’s something we’ll be fighting over til the end of time”, you joke.

It’s as if the sun bursts through gloomy rain clouds when you smile.

He’s lucky to have you, he knows that and when he recounts the incident to Akaashi, his best friend just looks at him, his brows doing that thing when he has a headache, drawing together into a tight scrunch, like a furry pair of beetles and points out that yes, he’s very lucky because you’re a lovely girl he should treasure and love and –

“Hey.”

Another evening spent at his place, another dinner eaten on the floor, legs sprawled out into the little balcony where he keeps an assortment of potted cacti, the only plants he claims are impossible for him to kill. He’s leaning on one hand, chopsticks in the other, watching you as you hum, mouth full of food (starving, as usual because you forgot to eat lunch), clad in an old t-shirt of his. You’re smiling that smile that’s quiet and amused yet full of affection that he feels as if he’s winded from a thousand mile sprint.

“You’re thinking awfully loudly today. 100 yen for your thoughts?”

“Um”, he stutters, nervous. What was it that Akaashi said? Right – “The moon is – is, uh - the moon is real pretty, isn’t it. Wait – I meant beautiful – or was it pretty-?“

You don’t giggle or tease him for sticking his entire foot in his mouth. You don’t even point out the fact that there isn’t even a moon tonight, the night sky overcast with grey, dark clouds. Instead you lean over, smoothing a cool hand over his flushed cheeks, thinking of four thirty every afternoon, of coffees and yakiniku, linked hands and heated kisses.

“I could die happy”, you say simply. “Or to put it more clearly, I love you too, Kou.”

And as if to emphasise your words, you press a tender little kiss to the corner of his mouth like a promise to stay, a vow to love. His heart tries to jump out of his chest, does a silly cartwheel and explodes into a million pieces, his fears melting away like snow in the sun.

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a/n: the calm before the storm....

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curls-and-crosses · 3 years

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Haikyuu Headcanon

Posted: May 13th, 2021

Plus size fem!reader x Tsukishima/Kuroo/Bokuto (kinda NSFW & 18+ ??)

Prompt: Why he likes bigger girls ft. Chubby/Plus size fem!reader

A/N: I was talking with my haikyuu GCs and I had an idea for a HC. Thank you babes 💙💙💙

Disclaimer: This prompt is not to shame other body types in any way, but rather to give light and perspective as to why these particular characters would probably prefer bigger girls. Please don’t be offended. Also these characters and the reader are considered 18+.

👓💛Tsukishima💛👓

Why does everyone make it seem weird to like someone bigger than him?

No one should be deemed undesirable just because of their size.

“More weight doesn’t equate to ugliness. That logic obviously doesn’t make sense.”

Granted, it seems that his eyes tend to focus more on women of the...plus size variety.

Plus most girls he likes are shorter than him but carry more weight, which he’s more than okay with.

Logic tells him that a bigger girl would balance out his skinny boy frame.

Logic tells him he needs someone to keep him warm at night.

Logic simply tells him “yes, someone like her” every time a chubby girl walks by him.

His teammates are surprised that would be his preference but don’t question it.

While being intelligent and being able to keep up with his snide remarks is very important...

The feeling of his large hands caressing a soft belly or plush thighs doesn’t compare to anything else.

The way your fuller thighs and backside overtake his thinner lap when you sit on him takes him to another world.

You are nervous to sit on him since you don’t want to crush him but he ALWAYS insists.

The warmth of your body on his and the heat radiating from your pu–

Erm— *fixes glasses and adjusts himself under you*

He generally keeps his composure while reaching his long arms around your body and his fingers toy with your belly chub.

It’s so stress-relieving!

He finds himself doing it often when you both are cuddling on the couch together...or in bed...

🔥🖤Kuroo🖤🔥

He likes who he likes. Period.

Bigger girls originally weren’t his type until he met you.

Not that he disliked girls with your figure...Slimmer girls just usually came up to him in larger groups, so he gave in to their attention.

But you were different.

Not only did you have more personality than some of the girls that threw themselves at him, but you also have more assets for him to grab and hold onto during intimate moments.

He had to admit, it took him a minute to get used to all of you.

He felt like a child with a shiny, new toy and wanted to know each and every inch of you for himself.

You didn’t mind– you loved the adoration the cool-talking, dark haired fellow gave you. You were willing to take it slow to help him figure himself out.

He didn’t understand his feelings initially but he doesn’t prefer anyone else now.

The same girls that come up to him don’t do it for him anymore.

They’re stunning, but all he thinks of is you. His kitten.

Your wonderful personality, along with your soft face he always grabs before planting a kiss on your welcoming lips.

He thinks of your fluffy belly and how he tends to kiss it at the most random times.

He can’t help it 😖

And he wasn’t gonna lie– his thoughts also drift to your fuller chest...how it pressed against his own flat torso every time he hugged you tight.

He certainly loves to suck and fondle your nipples when you ride him.

FYI...he never lasted every time you were on top.🔥

The heaviness and pressure from your body made him come undone every time.

He’s your btch now.

🏐💙Bokuto💙🏐

This boi prefers bigger girls....EXCLUSIVELY.

He has no shame, honestly.

His best friend, Akaashi, is always on the receiving end of his thinking-out-loud about a pretty girl that always happened to be more well-endowed in every aspect.

To Boku, bigger is always better.

More to hold during cuddles when he was sad no one on the team payed attention to him that day.

More flesh meant a chance he could get crushed every time he ate the kitty too good and you clench those meaty thighs around his head.

...Just how he likes it. 😏

He loves when you hug him or lay on top of him. Your body was a welcoming pressure against his own form and his di–

“uh...TMI?!”

Anyway, he adores how your tummy moves a little when he makes you burst out in laughter.

He likes to poke at your face and it’s puffiness when he is lying next to you as you sleep some nights.

*happy sigh* ‘you are so cute and sexy all at once.’ He thinks (often).

He loves every part of you.

He firmly believes you are gorgeous and no one could tell him otherwise, unless they wanted to get yelled at and embarrassed.

You notice how he absentmindedly grabs at your sides and back when you make out or squeezes your thighs when you watch tv with him.

You let him do whatever he wants. You just love his touch and his wide eyes taking in your body, allowing his thoughts to wander.

He often wonders how adorable you would look after years of his secret love for the culinary arts and his amazing food.

He was a solid and muscular guy for a reason. You ain’t know, babe?

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THANK YOU FOR READING!! ✌🏽😌 -Coco

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sugamamacustard · 3 years

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Sweet little chick

Pairing: Mafia boss! Alpha! Sugawara Koushi! X Omega! Reader

Genre: Fluff, Yandere

Request: N/A

Summary: The Karasuno Crows fell to the will of one person and one person alone. You were expected to do the same to the mama crow.

Warnings: Slight/Yandere! Themes. Stockholm Syndrome, Collars, dresses, blood/core/ mafia compliant violence.

Author’s Note: An anon on my main blog (Shameless plug, it’s @angstyclowns) sent me an amazing message and I took care of myself for once and now I’m super motivated! Also, I’m tried keeping this gender neutral, but reader does end up in a dress and thigh highs, so I’m sorry for that!

Requests: Open!

Disclaimer: I do not condone the acts below, please do not kidnap people you fancy and force them to stay against their will until they pull a beauty and the beast. Thanks for reading!

Sugawara Koushi

➵ You weren’t sure how long you had been there.

➵ In fact, at this point you weren’t sure you cared.

➵ You were respected here. People groveled on their knees at your feet for your favor, just to make you smile.

➵ Because if you liked them, your alpha was less likely to slit their throats. You were a direct link to getting in the alpha’s good graces.

➵ At first, you hated it. Hated the feeling of people begging you for their lives.

➵ And sometimes, sometimes late at night, you hated it now too. Hated how their screams still rung in your ears, begging and pleading for you to help.

➵ Most times, your alpha tried to keep you out of the bloody weeds of his business, but some times, when Noya or Hinata weren’t quick enough to stop a new guy who royally messed up from begging you to call off the hit.

➵ At that point, you had to hide in your nest, close your eyes and cover your ears until Suga came to comfort you.

➵ In the beginning you would smack him away, but now you craved his touch. His hugs, his purrs, his words of reassurance, anything he would give to you to settle your fears.

➵ You weren’t sure why you pushed him away in the first place, as you were much better now. You were getting help after the untimely death of your parents (Car accident), you had friends (Suga allowed you to keep company with some of the other crows’ omegas), and everything you wanted at the snap of your fingers.

➵ You were perfectly content with life as it was.

➵ But that didn’t mean you didn’t have your own rules to follow.

➵ Your alpha had several rules to follow, especially because of the role he played.

➵ When he had meetings with Fukorodani or Nekoma, you were to sit on his lap, in whatever tight little number you were gifted that day, and stay quiet. Occasionally, Daichi (Who ran Karasuno along side Suga) would bring his own omega and you two would be allowed to talk quietly among yourselves or play Animal crossing together.

➵ If you had a concern or comment, you would whisper it to Koushi, who would either allow you to share or re-word it himself.

➵ The other leaders thought you were the second cutest thing in their worlds (Their own omegas holding first. But you were reminded them of their own omegas they left at home) and always listened when you spoke, treating you like a valid member of the Karasuno crew.

➵ Which you were.

➵ But not in the same sense as everyone else. You were more-or-less an innocent bystander that held the title.

➵ Under no circumstances however, were you allowed to talk to someone that wasn’t approved by Koushi. Kuroo, Bokuto, Oikawa (Read, Iwaizumi), even Ushijima were all approved, their omegas too, but no one else.

➵ They understood this, growling at their guards and anyone else they brought for a meeting to stay away.

➵ But unfortunately, not all people took the gracious warnings they provided.

➵ The day started off like it normally did, with Suga waking up far earlier than you cared to know.

➵ He pecked your lips while you groggily watched him get ready, button his shirt while you sat up to run your hands through his hair.

➵ “Do you have to leave so early, Koushi?” You whined, pulling him down once more to hug him tightly. He chuckled in your ear, pecking your cheek before prying you off.

➵ “Unfortunately I do, sweet thing. But I promise, I’ll back to pick you up for the meeting later.” A final kiss was pressed to your lips before your alpha was off, tightening his tie on the way out and slinging on his suit jacket.

➵ Predictably so, you went back to bed, sleeping until a knock on the door woke you up.

➵ Hinata walked in slowly, beaming down at you brightly before setting down a silver and gold box and walking back out, closing the door behind him. You liked Hinata. He seemed to have a second sense to when you wanted to talk or when you just wanted your alpha.

➵ His omega was lucky.

➵ But you were more lucky. You got to see your alpha soon, since he always had your dresses delivered in the time frame that allowed you to get ready right before Suga would show up to pick you up

➵ So you shakily got up, stretching and yawning before picking up the box and sliding off the top. The dress inside was a velvet black up until the bodess, which was a sweetheart neckline. From there, a mesh overcoat covering your shoulders and arms hooked around your neck. It was beautiful.

➵ So you slipped it on quickly, styling your hair with dry shampoo and whatever else you deemed appropriate and slipping some black thigh highs to match before clipping on the final accessory

➵ It was a pristine white collar that buckled around your neck, with a small white bell and a hanging heart charm that simply said your name. It wasn’t as extravagant as the other omegas’ collars, but it suited Suga-- who, in a way, owned you.

➵ Like clockwork. the moment you finished tightening the collar your alpha was knocking on the door, opening it soon after and smiling at you.

➵ He was in a different suit then what he left in and his knuckles were wrapped, but you didn’t want to question it.

➵ “Ready to go?”

➵ You nodded excitedly, hooking your arm with his and making your way out of the room. He grabbed your switch (Which he had gifted you, custom with your favorite colored joycons) on the way out, soon leading you to the ‘meeting room’.

➵ Daichi and Kuroo both smiled from their conversation when you two finally made your entrance, nodding in your direction.

➵ Suga sat in his chair, allowing you to sit in his lap right after before passing you the gaming console and starting the meeting. (Kuroo and Daichi said something about how lucky Suga was that you were ‘ready’ whatever that meant)

➵ You didn’t care to listen, probably for the better, only playing animal crossing with small hums leaving you.

➵ Twenty minutes in and all was fine with minimal disagreement on whatever was going on. At least, minimal trouble for the alphas.

➵ You felt a sense of unease set over you while you were playing a while ago but hoped it would just disappear.

➵ But it never did.

➵ You looked up to see Suga completely enveloped in the conversation with Kuroo and Daichi, so it wasn’t him, nor the other two alphas.

➵ Looking around, you noted it wasn’t any of the Karasuno crows that were in there.

➵ All the usual people Kuroo brought with him were focusing on the void.

➵ All but one. You had never seen him before but he looked slimy from here. Even Lev (One of Kuroo’s bodyguards that got along with literally everyone, including you) was standing far away from him.

➵ His hair was greasy and blue. A gross as blue that looked like he tried to go for silver but failed.

➵ It was disgusting to you and he was staring directly at you. Who tf was this guy???

➵ You mindlessly nuzzled back into Suga’s arms, which made him falter and look down at you before going back to the conversation (A land deal?)

➵ But the feeling never faltered.

➵ You had tried getting up to go the bathroom once during the meeting but the feeling at you sitting right back down, trying so hard to focus on your game. Your scent was burnt slightly, which set Suga on edge, but what made it even worse was when the boy- smelled like beta- offered to take you off of Suga’s hands for the meeting.

➵ “A frail thing like her shouldn’t be in the company of such vile conversation topics, yeah?”

➵ “We’re talking about land, what about that is vile?” Suga sneered, switching from looking at you to the man. He could tell you were off the moment you burrowed into him.

➵ There weren’t any excited giggles coming from you if you discovered something new. No squeals of joy when you finally, finally caught that fish you had been trying to catch for however long. Nothing. Silence and tense muscles.

➵ He had been trying to figure out what was wrong with you the entire time until it suddenly clicked.

➵ The male spoke and you were grabbing his shirt like a lifeline.

➵ It was him.

➵ This beta was making his omega uncomfortable.

➵ Kuroo and Daichi picked up on this fairly quickly, Kuroo already apologizing to Daichi before looking to the Beta.

➵ Suga didn’t hear what they said, but he felt Daichi pushing you and him out of the room. A silent promise in his eyes.

➵ He picked you up effortlessly, taking you to your room and setting you in your nest and scenting you excessively

➵ You whimpered and allowed him to do so, the switch being discarded somewhere.

➵ Suga held you to his chest for hours after that, silently planning ever terrible thing he would unleash unto the unsuspecting beta.

➵ there was nothing in the world Suga wouldn’t do for you.

➵ He killed for you once and he’d do it again over and over again.

➵ Whether it be faking a car accident or disposing of trash, keeping eyes on you with specially planted agents, Suga was willing to do everything for you.

➵ And he certainly had the means to do so.

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Unrequited | Kuroo Tetsurō x Reader

✧ Summary: Years of unrequited feelings and longing looks toward your childhood best-friend Kuroo, it was only when he was in the arms of another that he realized his true feelings for you; when it is almost too late.

-> Tags: lots of fluff, angst, BokuAka, slight Akaashi x Reader, Yaku is an amazing friend ✧ Navigation

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Almost everyone on the Nekoma volleyball team had a crush on the older Haiba sibling. Whether it was only aesthetic deep, no doubt from her striking green eyes, or a deeper infatuation from her cute, bubbly personality - everyone had a hint of feelings for the young woman, only two years older than the third-years.

Captain Kuroo was no exception.

You had seen the few times his gaze was drawn to her, the way his perceptive eyes would latch onto the woman cheering in the stands. Yaku was more vocal, often openly complimenting Alisa while the rest agreed in kind. And while they had every right to appreciate her good looks, to which you often admitted as well, it made you wonder if a certain someone ever saw you in a similar fashion.

Kuroo was your long-time friend and had long since convinced you to be the manager of the volleyball team. You had always wondered if it was to keep you close, Kuroo trying to keep your relationship close after all these years. When you had asked, he said it was simply because you were neat, organized, and got very passionate about the things you were working on.

Something had changed over the years, your nerdy best friend was more than just the fish loving idiot he was. He was the cute, smart, volleyball team captain that you felt your heart palpitate towards. There were times that had you questioning if he ever felt the same way, open flirting or smirks shot to one another.

That was, until you actually saw Kuroo flirting.

It was different and yet the same. Gone was the playful smile that he used with most people, replaced with a more serious smirk.

And it was never used towards you.

It only served to break your heart more when you heard the news at volleyball practice the next day.

Kai had his arms crossed while sporting a neutral smile. Lev was scowling, but you could tell that he was withholding an amused smile over the group. Kenma was in the far corner, playing something on his phone and not caring about the group of teens forming. Inuoka and Shibayama both looked excited, the former even jumping a few times to physically voice his eagerness.

“Kurooooo,” Yaku prolonged the name as he groaned, “You lucky asshole.”

“You better treat my sister right!”

“What does a college woman have in common with you?” Yaku continued complaining.

“She graduated high school last year, there’s only a year between us.” Kuroo responded.

“Bah.” Yaku whined, “But it’s you.”

Kuroo rolled his eyes before noticing you walking in the gymnasium. He smiled and walked over to you, “Hey, can I ask you a favor tonight?”

“What’s up?”

He raised a hand to sheepishly rub at his neck, “I have a date tonight and…”

What the fresh hell on earth was this?

“And you need pointers talking to a female?” You teased to hide your pain.

“Please?”

You should say no.

The love of your life was asking for help with another woman and here you were trying to help him?? Are you insane?? There was only one clear answer to this question.

“Sure, anything for you.”

“Thanks, (L/N)-chan.” He smiled, before ruffling your hair.

And true to your word, you went over to Kuroo’s house that night. Kenma was an unwilling member of the audience as well, sitting on the bed with his gaming console in his hands. You heard the telltale sounds of power-ups and scores, but the both of you were so used to it by now.

You watched Kuroo model two different outfits, trying to look casual as if he had not put that much effort into his clothes (which was anything but the truth). He wondered if he should try to tame his hair, but you stated that it was one of the things a lot of girls loved about him.

He thanked you before leaving saying, “You’re the best (L/N)-chan. I’ll treat ya to ice cream one of these days.”

You smiled and said it was not necessary, still sitting on his bed when Kuro closed the door behind him. You heard Alisa’s bubbly voice downstairs before the both of them left the house, the sound of the front-door closing also hammering itself down on your own heart.

You hadn’t realized how quiet it was until the moment dragged out. Kenma was looking directly at you, game off and tucked to the side as he sat-up in your direction.

“You okay?” He asked, patting the spot next to him for you to take.

The blond knew about your feelings for a while, not like you ever had to say anything. Kenma was the type to just know things. Whether from your overall behavior, from the way you spoke, anything was enough for the blond to tell your true feelings before you were even sure. He had urged you on two separate occasions to get over the captain, but had never truly pushed the situation.

“Yeah.” You bit out, less to reassure him, but more for yourself. “It’s just one date, right?”

“One date for now.” Kenma reasoned.

And while you knew he was not saying this to be mean, you almost felt a small crack in your heart. Kenma was being honest - it was not like Kuroo had ever expressed any interest in you at all. And now here he was, pursuing someone he was actually happy with.

You would support his happiness.

“Maybe you should get some distance.”

“Trying to get rid of me?” You joked, eyes already glistening with unshed tears.

Kenma smiled, a gentle hand reaching around your shoulders to lean you against him. He was never good at comforting you in these moments, but he would still be a shoulder for you to lean on. And in the quiet room of your childhood crush, you resolved to not think about Kuroo like this anymore.

You withstood it all: listening to Kuroo recount his date to the other team members, smiling and encouraging him to muster the courage to ask her out on another date, and even later congratulating him during their one-month anniversary.

It wasn’t just one date.

Not that Kuroo was forgetting his friends, he still hung-out with you and Kenma and upheld his responsibilities as captain greatly. But there were small changes, like Kuroo almost constantly texting his girlfriend on his phone, having busy weekends dedicated to dates, and just overall the schedule of a man newly in love.

In kind, you found yourself reaching out to your other friends more. You went out fishing with Kai and Fukunaga. You accepted Lev and Inuoka’s invitations to go to the arcade in Shibuya. Yaku was someone you were often hovering around, the kind-soul inviting you out to dinner sometimes after school just the two of you.

Apparently, he had known as well.

It didn’t take much to figure it all out, Yaku stated not unkindly. From your constant flirting to the fact that you and Kuroo used to basically spend every free second together, he had thought long ago that you were already together.

Hearing that only hurt you more, to which Yaku immediately jumped out of his seat to sit next to yours. He pulled you into a comforting hug, not at all caring that the two of you were out in public at some random barbecue place.

It was strange to now always be in Kuroo’s circle from then on, but you honestly did try your best. You were still his friend, offering advice and hanging out with him (but usually only in groups). But there was an undeniable distance that you were putting with him. He had never questioned it, but you already had an excuse on the tip of your tongue if Kuroo ever did: you were giving him time and space with his girlfriend, it was only natural.

Time was moving forward and thankfully, so were you.

Seeing Kuroo and his girlfriend still brought that familiar pang, but it no longer rang in the depths of your bones. You simply watched and smiled, content that he was happy as you sorted out your own life.

That was, until a particular weekend training camp with Fukurodani.

You were long familiar with both Bokuto and Akaashi. Kuroo had tons of antics with both boys (and many other members of their team) to which you joined in. From hang-outs on the weekends to these annual training camps, you were on friendly terms with the captain and his vice.

“Hey hey hey!” Bokuto greeted you at the onset, the setter was a little ways away behind him. Akaashi smiled and waved at you in greeting, before getting pushed toward you.

You shot Bokuto a confused smile and Akaashi looked as if he would neuter the ace where he stood.

Bokuto scurried away just as quickly, causing Akaashi to sigh before turning to you.

“How have you been?” He asked politely.

You always appreciated how friendly the setter was, no matter how attractive or intimidating he looked.

“Alright, school exams. A dozen different guidance counselors asking you about your future, the usual. How about you?”

“Much of the same.” He replied before moving to clasp his hands behind his back. “Would you like to go out for dinner after this?”

You accepted without thinking too hard, “Sure! Who else is going?

A small smile grew from the corner of his lips, “Ah, I meant… Just the two of us.”

“Like a date?” You asked, again without thinking.

He laughed before looking at you fondly, “Yes, exactly that.”

You smiled back, no real reason to say not to the attractive young man.

“I’d love to.”

Akaashi reflected a similar expression back before reaching for your hand, “Great, I look forward to it.”

He kissed the top of your hand, every bit of chivalry that he was known for pouring out in your shared interaction. You felt your cheeks redden, already slightly overwhelmed from affection the setter was so willing to give. Akaashi bid you farewell and turned to head towards the corner of the gym his team commandeered, but the expressions on their faces showed this was a joint effort.

Bokuto rushed to slap him on the back while Yukie and Kaori shot him a thumbs-up. Haruki was seen smiling at their vice captain and whatever Konoha said caused the setter to erupt in a blush. You were curious and for once, the raging butterflies that had long since disappeared were gradually coming back.

Your team tried to bombard you with questions, but you maneuvered them back to their warm-ups and said they had games to win.

There was one look from Kuroo you could not decipher, when you had initially turned away from Akaashi. It was long, like he had not even been looking at you, the depth of his gaze following you every step until he turned back to his team.

After the practice matches you were free game, Inuoka being the first to rush you after he finished mopping his section of the gym.

“Is Akaashi your boyfriend?” He asked as he jumped from your peripheral to right in front of you, “How could you keep this a secret from us?!”

“You and Akaashi are so cute! We had no idea!” Shibayama added as he walked up to you. With those two breaking the ice, it seemed that was enough for the others of Nekoma to crowd you as well.

Kenma patted you on the shoulder, a knowing, yet happy look in his eye. Yaku shot you the same expression, but offered you an out in any form of call or text if you needed it. Kai nodded in agreement while the others expressed other forms of their excitement for you.

All but one, at least.

Something did not sit well in Kuroo’s stomach.

He watched you get buried by the group, curious questions linking you to the Fukurodani setter that many girls called the perfect boy next door. He was soft-spoken and yet confident. Had a good sense of humor and yet not immature. Akaashi was a great catch and, if there was anyone in the entire gymnasium right now that Kuroo had to pick for you to end up with, it would without a doubt be the setter.

At least… that’s what Kuroo thought.

And when Akaashi left the locker rooms, fully showered and changed back into regular clothes, he approached the group and it parted like the red sea for him. Akaashi held out a hand for you to take, to which you blushed but accepted as he guided you away. He held your gym bag like it was nothing, the two of you walking out with a chorus of teasing behind you.

Akaashi would treat you right, no doubt. And from your rosy expression and earlier eagerness, it seemed you were genuinely interested in the setter as well.

So why did it feel so wrong to see you in the arms of another guy?

That was when Kuroo learned the complications of desire firsthand.

He was still dating Alisa and it ate him up inside that his thoughts were often wandering off to you rather than his girlfriend of months. It was not even that long ago that thinking of the grey-headed woman in front of him would cause the raging swarm in his stomach. Something had unknowingly shifted, the only feeling left was the sinking pit that grew every time he saw you and Akaashi.

Kuroo kept constant tabs on you, not wanting to ask you outfront how your relationship was going. He heard updates from both Bokuto and Kenma, how the two of you were yet to be official, but had gone on a few dates already.

You were distant in an understandable way, spending time with your budding relationship but still available to him and the team. It was not like you had dropped off the face of the planet, still active as the team manager and even hanging out with the group after-school.

After a while, it was noticeable that something was getting on Kuroo’s nerves. He wanted to say something, but withheld it from seeing how happy you were. And so instead he went to the others around you, many of them very willing and excitable parties to impart details of what they heard.

You were his close friend and often, that was his excuse when other people asked. He wanted to make sure you were not played by these other foolish boys. But with a boyfriend like Akaashi, there was no one better, in Kuroo’s opinion, to treat you like you deserved.

So why did it feel wrong?

It was only when Kuroo saw his worries bleed into his relationship with his girlfriend that he realized that shit, he might have feelings for you.

You were always such a steady figure in his life that he never had to worry before that you would just… not be there. From volleyball to classes, you were always together with him and Kenma. From the late night study groups to the even later video game parties, these were some of his favorite memories throughout high-school.

Kuroo remembered the first time you all went to the beach together as a team. You had worn a bathing suit that he, for whatever reason, did not approve of and had to change before you all headed out together. He remembered playfully dragging you into the freezing, early summer water and you throwing hands with him right after.

And it was not like you were going to cut him off completely once you had a boyfriend. Akaashi or anyone else, you were still one of his closest friends and a relationship would not be the end of it.

So why did it bother Kuroo so much?

Because he wanted to be your boyfriend.

It was one of the worst types of epiphanies someone could ever come to.

To realize you had feelings for someone you knew you should not have.

Kuroo’s true feelings must have surfaced on his visage, since Alisa ended it at the three-month mark. She invited him to a dessert place somewhere in Shibuya, but never took off her coat and only ordered a drink. It was enough to signify that she had to leave, that she was in a rush to not be here.

Her green eyes portrayed a sad smile as she said that they were better off as friends, since their minds were growing in different places.

Kuroo didn’t want to ask her to specify, worried that she was going to say an answer that he was not ready for. It was one thing to believe he had feelings for you, but hearing it out-loud would be the final nail in his coffin.

It was all too much at once - him realizing his feelings and coming to the conclusion that he wanted to act on it.

Every day was a reminder of things that he could not and should not have. At the next practice match with Fukurodani, Kuroo had to endure watching you kiss Akaashi on the lips. Sitting together at lunch entailed listening to you go on about your perfect boyfriend Akaashi. The others would even agree, complimenting Akaashi’s chivalry and expressing their gladness that someone was treating you right.

Apparently Alisa hadn’t told Lev, since no one on the team had yet to bombarded him.

At least….

Kenma had long noticed his best friend’s, Kuroo’s, prolonged looks on you.

But that would not do.

When given the chance, Kenma would say something.

And it came in the form of the two of them sitting outside at lunch, waiting for the others when they saw you with your group of female friends. You waved at the both of them before heading towards the other table. It would take a couple minutes before the other volleyball players would leave their classrooms and come here.

“(F/N) looks really happy these days.” Kuroo commented as his eyes followed you.

“Yeah. And you shouldn’t try to mess it up.” Kenma replied, not even looking up from his console.

Kuroo stiffened, but turned to his childhood friend. “And how would I do that?”

“(F/N)’s finally falling in love with someone else. Just let her be for now.”

“With someone else…?”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t notice she was in love with you?” Kenma bit back, a frown forming on both his lips and the crease of his eyebrows.

“What?” The Nekoma captain turned to his friend more fully, looking at the blond more fully to make sure that he was being serious. “I had no idea…”

That was apparently not the reaction Kenma was hoping for, since he paused his game and placed it down. Instead, his sharp golden eyes focused and searched Kuroo in front of him.

“It’s not like it makes a difference now, right?”

Kuroo hesitated, his response drawn out. “Right.”

Kenma frowned, looking at his friend straight-on with an agonized look. He was Kuroo’s friend the longest, but the gamer still cared about you. And seeing you so down these past few years took rounds on his own mental state. He urged you on multiple occasions to say anything, if just to clear the air. But instead, you wallowed in your own feelings until you were finally able to move on.

And seeing you with Akaashi almost made him happy, reveling in the genuine cheerfulness he hadn’t seen so candidly on you in a while. Your natural, bright smiles were on display once again; rather than the tight ones Kenma had been seeing as of late.

But it seemed to have the inverse effect on his other friend.

Kenma long noticed the prolonged looks in your direction, the wistful smiles that Kuroo had whenever you laughed about something from the group. But what Kenma was not expecting was the pure anguish on his friends face after seeing you with your boyfriend.

Never had Kenma thought that Kuroo would reciprocate your feelings.

And yet he saw.

But you were both dating other people, this would do no good and only bring unnecessary drama when you were both finding happiness in other people. And so Kenma thought it was time he guided Kuroo back on the right path, back to Alisa where he was obviously interested before.

“How is your girlfriend?” Kenma asked (and while usually he would never actually care, it seemed Kuroo needed the reminder.)

Or at least, so he thought.

“She’s not my girlfriend anymore.” Kuroo responded, eyes scanning behind Kenma. But the setter knew better, he was looking for you. Whether consciously or not, Kuroo’s attention was drawn back to you.

It seemed you had it now, when you no longer wanted it.

Kenma decided not to push it anymore, Yaku and Kai coming up from the path and waving. They would be joining their lunch table soon and Kenma was sure he was just given a major secret, given how neither Lev nor Yaku had yet reacted to the news.

Was Kuroo developing feelings for you? Now of all times??

It seemed so when the situation only continued to drag on, Kuroo’s feigned smiles even enough for you to realize were a little too tight to be considered genuine. Eventually news did break out that the two of them were over. Lev glared at the captain for all of two weeks before his sister explained that they grew apart. Yaku asked if you were okay, but otherwise the team did not dwell on it much.

After all, for the first time in a while, you were happy.

Or at least, that’s what it looked like on the surface.

“Can I ask you something, honestly?” Akaashi asked you, the both of you lounging in his living room.

Akaashi was perfect in so many ways, there were times that it felt like he could read your mind over your needs and wants. So much so, that it often had you nervous or feeling inadequate in the eyes of the setter. There was always something that you thought you could improve on, always something that neither of you could see eye to eye to.

The setter made you feel adored, cared for. And while in the beginning it was exciting, to have a potential new love on the horizon after years of suffering in silence. When he kissed you, it felt nice. You reveled in the feel even, but never had you felt especially passionate. Never were there truly butterflies in your stomach. He made you feel safe, but not special.

And now, a month into your newfound relationship, there was something obviously missing to the both of you.

“How do you feel… about us?” He asked, eyes boring into your own as he sat across from you on the coffee table, you on the couch.

“You’re perfect.”

“Me.” Akaashi looked down, a grimace on his face before returning back to you. “Perfection isn’t always what we want.”

“Is something wrong, Akaashi?”

“Ask me the same question.”

You paused, before asking. “How do you feel about us?”

“I really care about you and you’ve grown to be one of my best friends.” He answered candidly.

He cared, but there was something missing. You filled in the blank for him, “But you don’t love me.”

“No, I don’t.” Akaashi confirmed before continuing, “Do you love me?”

You hesitated, eyes searching his own and going back and forth for a good minute.

“No, I don’t.”

There was no sudden heartbreak, no reason to suddenly burst out into tears. You did not love Akaashi, not in the way that you wanted to. A part of you was screaming at you, telling you to look at the man in front of you and be happy for what he was willing to give you. But another, the one that had wallowed in sadness for years, told you that running away would only cause pain in the long-run.

Akaashi had a blank expression as he took in your words before continuing, “We have everything that should make a relationship work - the routine, the friends, the dedication on both sides. But we don’t feel that deeply about one another.”

“I’m so sorry, Akaashi.”

He had a slight smile, raising a hand to your cheek and cupping your face there. “Why are you sorry? I’m sorry I asked you in the first place, when my heart ended up not being here.”

“I wish I was in love with you.”

“Me too. I’m sorry.” Akaashi repeated, “ I owe it to you to be honest. I remember when I first thought I liked you, how you wished me a good match and treated me kindly during last year's training camp. But I think I was just looking for a distraction for my heart.”

You perked up at his last words, “Is there someone you’re running from?”

“No, at least I don’t want there to be.”

“Humor me, one of your best friends.” You tried to make light of the situation, a small smile on your face. Akaashi just looked at you with a wistful smile, before glancing away. “... Is it Bokuto?”

The setter sighed before leaning back, “Was I that obvious?”

“Wait; you guys are so close!”

“Yes and I will continue to be his friend throughout our lives.” Akaashi supplied, “But he does not have romantic feelings for me, or any male really.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” Akaashi replied before moving to sit next to you. “I’m sorry if it feels like I led you on.”

“No, don’t think about it that way.” You quickly responded, moving a comforting hand over his. “You had every right to try to pursue someone you thought would be enough. And honestly, you’re not the only one who doesn’t feel that spark.”

Akaashi upturned his hand and squeezed yours, “You’re the first person I’ve ever told about Bokuto.”

You turned to him and smiled, “Thank you for telling me. You know, it’s weird. But I still want to be really good friends with you.”

Akaashi was caressing around your fingers, “Me too. I always felt drawn to you, but I guess I know why.”

You flashed him a genuine smile before pulling him into a hug, “Thank you, Akaashi.”

And while you reassured each other that there were no hurt feelings, that did not mean you were entirely scott-free. Akaashi was still one of your close friends, someone you could be honest too without fear and get the same communication in return. But another part of you was especially hurt, wondering if Kuroo had ruined you for any other boy in the future.

On paper, Akaashi should have been the perfect boyfriend that would help guide you out of your feelings. But there was no spark there, nothing that ignited between the two of you to be all over each other and fall in love with one another. Would your heart be stuck on the one person you could never have?

The next day at school, this very thought continued to plague you. You were quiet through class and even worse during lunch, keeping to yourself and gazing out the window wondering if your heart would ever accept someone else.

Both Kuroo and Kenma had sent you prodding looks throughout the day, your childhood friends almost instantly aware that something was off. But you did not want to face them now, not when you were still unsure about life in general.

How’s your day going?

Akaashi had texted you a little after lunch. And while it should have been weird for exes to stay in contact, Akaashi did not necessarily feel like that. He was your friend, a really close one at that. And it seemed you were the only two people in-tune to a secret.

Absolute shiet. You texted back, And you?

Very much the same.

You sighed before typing, Existential crisis if you’ll ever love again?

Yes and it doesn’t help that Bokuto parades like a peacock.

But you love it.

… I do.

There was something comforting about talking about this with someone else. At least you had a close friend who understood what it was like. The others could listen and follow along, but Akaashi knew what it was like to have the heartbreak of a long, unrequited love.

You felt a small vibration after a few minutes and turned back to your phone.

Have you told the others yet?

Not yet, you?

I probably will today after practice.

That was another problem you did not want to breach. It would be hard to explain why you two had broken up, but at the same time it was not anyone else’s business. Regardless, that was a bandage you had to pull off later. And so you just kept staring outside the classroom window, hoping for this day to pass quickly.

Hearing you sigh for the ninth time in twenty minutes, Kuroo could feel himself almost physically itching in his seat to ask you what was wrong.

Did Akaashi do something wrong? Are you guys okay? Are you guys still dating?

But the look Kenma was shooting at him was enough warning that Kuroo should not interfere. You would come to the rest of them if it was important, but a bit part of him wanted to know now.

And throughout volleyball practice after school, Kuroo felt his gaze almost latch onto you in every free second he had. From when you were filling up water bottles to adjusting the scoreboard, Kuroo’s anxiety kept his eyes on you at all times off the court.

Yaku had even kicked at his knees for being so obvious.

But you said nothing, withdrawn like you had been all day at school. You were still physically present, but your smiles were noticeably tight.

It was only when the five of you had departed from school — Yaku, Kai, and Kenma audience to your quiet words.

“Akaashi and I broke up.”

They were nothing for a few seconds, Kuroo even hesitating in his step as he took in your words. Kenma put down his phone while Yaku moved closer to you, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“When did this happen? Yesterday?” The libero questioned.

“Yeah.”

“What did he do!? Did he hurt you?” Yaku continued, rising anger visible on his face. Kai looked equally worried to your left.

“What? No!” You stopped in your tracks and raised your palms in defense. “It’s not like that... It’s actually mutual.”

Yaku’s eyes widened and then narrowed in confusion, “What? But you guys were doing so well.”

“Maybe on the outside.” You replied, “But he didn’t feel like my boyfriend, only in name. We agreed that something was off, it didn’t feel right.”

“What do you mean?” Kuroo asked this time, his cat-like gaze clinging onto your words.

“I couldn’t love Akaashi, not like that at least.” You explained, head down as you recalled the day prior.

“I’m so sorry.” Yaku put his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into a deep hug.

“I’m so scared.” You admitted to your close friends, feeling yourself tear up against the Libero’s chest. “If I couldn’t fall in love with Akaashi who was perfect, what’s wrong with me?”

You felt something shift as Yaku maneuvered you around, a new set of arms wrapped around you.

“Nothings wrong with you.” Kuroo reassured, his taller stature dominating the hug as his strong arms pressed you into his chest.

“He should’ve been the one.” Your voice was near whispering, “And now it’s over.”

Kenma held one of your free hands, squeezing it as he looked at you. “I have ice cream at home if you want to share.”

You sighed out a smile, the first real one today. “Okay.”

Kuroo continued to hold your hand the entire way home, even after Yaku and Kai had waved off in a different direction. Kenma said nothing, not even typing away on his phone as the three of you took the train back.

You told yourself that Kuroo was just comforting you. He was one of your best friends, that’s all there was. There was no point in looking for more, especially when that overthinking is what got you so latched on in the first place.

But it was hard to think nothing of it when you were hyper-aware of Kuroo’s touch. It was more than just holding hands. It was the arm around you on the train, pulling you into his side. The feather light feel of his cheek against yours. The way his eyes lingered on you the entire night.

God, Kuroo had you under his spell this entire time, hadn’t he?

It did not let up when you were eating ice cream in Kenma’s house and a part of you wanted to signal the blonde for help when Kuroo offered to walk the rest of the way home with you.

But Kenma knew you better than your own mind, offering you a mischievous smirk before waving the two of you goodnight.

Kuroo reached for your hand again and you pretended to be on your phone, occupied before he could make the move. But when you put it away, there was no mistaking it, he grabbed your hand then and the fight was over.

How ironic.

You accepted a break-up with your boyfriend because of how hung up you were with the middle-blocker in front of you.

And now that you had his attention, it only made you want to run away.

“Thanks for walking me home.” You tried to pull your hand away once your house was in sight.

But Kuroo’s grip was relentless. “A lot of bad stuff can happen between here and the end of the block.”

And so you followed along, holding hands like two friends being bro’s, you screamed at yourself that that was all there was.

When he kissed your forehead goodnight? Nope. Just some homie love, nothing else. Who’s looking into this? Not you.

But it only persisted as the week went by.

You broke the news to the rest of the team the next day, Lev offering to stomp him into the ground during the next practice match. But you reassured them by no means was Akaashi in the wrong. Still, the other members would coddle you in smaller ways.

Yaku kept an eye out for you while Lev and Inuoka would pull you into sweaty hugs. Kai would offer you fruit packs time to time and Kenma had even let you place his newest game. They were all trying in their own little ways, but Kuroo was the most prominent of the bunch.

He was especially hanging around you, making arrangements to sit next to you at lunch, even when you started off the period with someone else. Any and all of your free time between periods was somehow spent together, whether in the classroom, the art room, or anywhere on campus.

He was just being a good friend after all. You went through a breakup of all things, he was just looking out for one of his best bro’s. Right?

“You’re an idiot.”

“I know, but what for now?” You asked Kenma, his dead-panned face across the lunch table giving away nothing.

Once you had retreated to the roof just for a quiet moment alone, but he found you regardless. Tucked under his arm was some milk bread from the school concession and some juice packs.

He greeted you before motioning to his makeshift care-package, “Thought you’d like a snack.”

“Thanks, Kuroo.” You motioned to sit-up, but he took the seat on the bench next to you. “You’ve really been there for me this week.”

Kuroo paused before putting a gentle hand over your own, “I care about you a lot.”

“This goes both ways, y’know.” You replied, an honest smile reflecting back at him before you turned to put straws in the juice pack.

“I don’t want to rush you or anything….” Kuroo continued, “But know that I love you.”

“Aw, I love you too!” You answered back, offering a juice pack back to him.

Kuroo went through the motion and grabbed the juice, eyes narrowed in confusion as you easily reflected his words back at him.

Were you really not getting it?

“No, I mean like.” Frustrated, Kuroo grabbed at his hair. “Here.”

He put both juices down, his free hand moving to your cheek, pulling you closer as he brushed his lips above your brow. You stilled at the motion, but Kuroo lingered for a moment before withdrawing enough to look you in the eyes.

“I’m in love with you. Please give me a chance to show you.”

You backed up immediately, hands flying between you as you stood.

“Woah, I— since when?!”

“A month ago.” Kuroo stood as well, “Just enough to realize I didn’t want to lose you to anyone else.”

You groaned aloud, “Kuroo, that’s not what love is.”

“Yes, it is. Love means I want to hold you and make you mine, to kiss you now and every day if I can.” He retorted, not moving in his spot and his eyes connected with yours.

“Kuroo, this… I don’t know!” You stumbled along your words, unable to hold his intense gaze as he bared his feelings.

“I don’t mean to rush you, but I think it’d only be fair if you were aware of my feelings.”

You bit your lip, it seemed your life was full of ironies.

“I used to be in love with you for so long, Kuroo.”

He stopped then, eyes widening in surprise as you dropped your longest secret on your best friend.

“And then you were dating and in love with Alissa and I wanted nothing more than to move from you. And for my feelings to be nothing but a sad memory.”

“I wasn’t in love with her.” Kuroo cut in.

“That doesn’t really matter, does it? Because I wasn’t enough for you to see then so what difference does it make now?”

“Wait.” Kuroo stepped closer and you took a reflexive step back, making him stop. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because you were going on and on about her! All of you — the whole team talked about her like she was the perfect person for you.” You answered, getting visibly agitated. “And who was I to stop you from being happy?”

Kuroo sighed, a small wistful smile on his face as he heard of your struggles. “God, I love you.”

“What?!”

“She doesn’t make me happy. Not like you do.”

“Kuroo — !”

“Stop overthinking.” Kuroo took two wide steps before you could run away, grabbing at your waist and encasing you in his arms. “I’m sorry that I hurt you in the past, but I am begging you to let me show you how much you mean to me.”

“But what if—“

“No. Stop thinking about the ifs.” Kuroo interrupted, leaning forward to press his lips against your forehead. “Let me prove to you how much I love you.”

You felt the crease of his lips against your skin, slowly making its way down before connecting your lips together in a chaste peck.

He could feel your hesitation, the way your hands stayed balled at your sides. “I won’t rush you. But please, give us a chance.”

You closed your eyes shut, taking a deep breathe before raising a palm to his chest.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

You laughed lightly, “Yes, you big ole nerd.”

Kuroo shot you one of his honest smiles back, not one of the goading smirks he sent opposing teams or the charismatic one when we wanted something. One of the arms around your waist crawled it’s way upward, settling behind your head as it pulled you closer.

He kissed at your forehead again, especially careful before he made his way downward. Taking some initiative, you leaned upward to kiss him firm on the lips.

Kuroo recoiled back in surprise before smiling again, pulling you into his chest as he leaned down for another smooch. The skin of his lips was surprisingly smooth, silky as it moved against yours.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Kuroo.”

—xXxXxXxXxXx—

Extra:

Your break with Akaashi was so minimal that you were actually excited to see the setter during Fukurodani’s practice match.

If only your team felt the same.

You reminded them time and time again that your break was nothing to worry about and it should definitely not be the reason behind unnecessary drama. Especially since you were Kuroo now, not even two weeks after. But with the way Lev and Yaku were training, you were sure they were going to attempt a beat down.

When the Fukurodani team entered the gym the next day, you waved at the managers excitedly and it was Kaori that came up to you looking sheepish.

“How’ve you been holding up?”

“Honestly, really well!” You answered.

“Oh, so you haven’t heard?”

“Heard about what?” You asked back, only to light up when Akaashi neared you. Giving him a hug in greeting, you smiled happily at the two.

“Woah.” Kaori commented.

“How’ve you been doing?” Akaashi asked as he pulled away from your prolonged hug, still shoulder-to-shoulder with you.

“Good — I would watch out for Lev though. I think he wants to pummel you.”

Akaashi sighed, “Beautiful.”

“Hey hey hey!” Bokuto cut in, literally in between the two of you and putting some space. “Who’s beautiful?”

The setter sighed before looking toward you.

“Don’t worry, Bokuto. We both can appreciate Akaashi’s beauty.” You joked, but the wing-spiker threw a possessive arm over his shoulders.

“Good — as long as you know he’s all mine.” Bokuto continued, pulling a red-faced Akaashi toward him.

You smiled before feeling an arm around your own shoulders.

“Am I missing out on the party?” Kuroo asked, playful tone contrasting with his hard gaze. He was trying a little too hard to look casual, but it was clear from his eyes that he was sizing up your ex-boyfriend.

“Nothing to miss out on.” You responded. “Just wanted to say hi to my good friend, Akaashi.”

Bokuto turned to the man under his hold and the setter nodded in agreement, “We text often, it’s nice to actually see each other.”

“You’re never this excited to see me!”

Akaashi smiled playfully before replying, “Bokuto-san, we see each other every day. Seeing her is special.”

Kuroo narrowed his eyes, evaluating the direction before leaning back. “Fine. Why don’t we catch-up too, Bokuto?”

“What? Are you crazy —!?”

But Kuroo was not paying attention, leaning down to give you a sloppy kiss with the other three as the audience.

He held the back of your head, guiding you back into him as you unintentionally moaned into his embrace. Kuroo particularly enjoyed ravishing you now, licking at your inner walls and relishing the slick of saliva that connected you two even after he pulled away.

“You asshole!” Bokuto exclaimed when Kuroo grabbed him, pulling him along as you stood there attempting to fix yourself.

Akaashi laughed at the display before turning to you with a smile.

“What a kiss.” Kaori had her hands to her face, secondhand embarrassment apparent from the blush. “Looks like Kuroo is every bit the jealous type as Bokuto.”

“Not usually.” You replied, still feeling the heat from your cheeks.

“I’m glad you found someone who makes you happy.” Akaashi stated, grabbing your hand and squeezing it.

“I’m glad Bokuto came to his senses too.” You responded, squeezing in kind before hearing both your names exclaimed from across the gym.

“5 feet away, minimum!” Bokuto was stretching out a space between his hands, pointing at the two of you.

Akaashi sighed before letting go, shooting you a tired but endearing smile. Kaori laughed, saying you two were so odd, but glad that the friendship between schools was preserved.

But it was the look on Kuroo’s face, as his narrowed eyes travelled from the setter than back to you, that told you just what was in store for you later.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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undersero · 3 years

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pairing: kuroo tetsuro x fem reader x bokuto koutarou (threesome)

warnings: unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (female and male receiving), swearing

word count: 3.1k

author's note: this is reposted from my old blog!

*this work is intended for 18+ audiences only. minors do not interact. do not repost this work*

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

This lie fell so easily from your tongue, and though it didn’t sound convincing at all, you didn’t care. You couldn’t see it in the dark room, but you could hear it… you could hear the wild smile unfurl on Kuroo’s lips.

“No idea at all, huh?” his voice sounded like gravel. It was deeper than normal, and so very dangerously close to your ear. Outside, the gym was silent. Everyone had gone to bed for the evening, meaning you had all the privacy you needed… for your punishment.

“What do you think of that, Bokuto?” Kuroo asked, and as if on cue, you felt strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you back against a broad, toned chest.

“Nah, I think she knew exactly what she was doing,” he contradicted, leaning forward so his mouth was directly against your ear. “And she did it on purpose because she wanted something… isn’t that what happened, little babe?”

This wasn’t the first time you had done this, but it was, sadly, likely one of the last, because the three of you were third years. Life as you knew it was going to change. As team manager for Nekoma, you’d been present at what felt like hundreds of these practice matches and training camps, always secretly nursing dual crushes on Kuroo and Bokuto. Then once, last year, all that changed, somehow, and ever since, you’d always ended up with the both of them, somewhere private like this.

Now it was a special occasion. A silently agreed-upon but never-spoken of deal between the three of you- no strings attached, though it didn’t seem like there needed to be any, because they would always look out for you, always protect you, and probably always have feelings for you, even if they didn’t try to give whatever this was more of a label than “friends with benefits”.

Today was a day like any other, though admittedly, you were more bold and made eyes at the two of them more than you normally would have dared. It started with soft fluttering lashes at Bokuto before breakfast… blatantly looking Kuroo up and down all throughout the morning, and appreciatively watching Bokuto with blushing cheeks and your bottom lip caught between your teeth during each one of his matches.

Soft, lingering touches at lunch. Squeezing his arm when Kuroo said something slightly amusing. Shyly grinning up at him when you gave him his water; and finally, winking at Bokuto all throughout his last match of the day. You could clearly see how much it inflated his ego, even from the entire way across the gymnasium.

Bokuto nipped your ear and tugged harshly on the lobe with his teeth. The action made you whimper, your ass nudging his crotch as you wiggled; you could clearly feel the imprint of his erection through his shorts and your khakis.

With greed, Bokuto ran his hands up and down your front, groping soft flesh and kneading your breasts, and Kuroo gripped your chin firmly in his hands, leaning down to kiss you with possession, no haste, and abundant lust.

Your soft moan was lost in Kuroo’s mouth as you kissed him back, sighing with content at finally having the attention you so desperately desired. From behind you, Bokuto chuckled, kissing down the back of your neck and sliding his hand up and underneath the waistband of your shorts.

His calloused, long fingers met your pussy with practiced expertise, and you whined in relief- he hadn’t given you anything to be so relieved about, and he didn’t plan to, not for a while after you’d teased him all day- but it was nice, still, to have his fingers so close to your core, where you needed them most.

At that moment, Kuroo bit down on your lip, causing a whine to fall from your lips- he bit you nearly hard enough to draw blood. Kuroo raked a hand through your hair and tugged, tilting your head back in the process. Though the equipment room was dark, your eyes were adjusting and you could just barely see the details of Kuroo’s face… and how dark his eyes were. He smirked down at you, thumb swiping at your bottom lip. He looked very much like a cat who’d caught a mouse.

“Do his fingers feel nice, little girl?” Kuroo’s voice was low, and it spurred Bokuto on as well, because when he heard it, he smirked against the skin on the back of your neck, and his breathing grew a bit faster, and definitely harder. The hand in your shorts began to move with more purpose, as he parted your lips and started dragging the delightfully calloused tips across your folds. The movement made you whimper, squeezing your eyes shut.

And Kuroo chuckled, amused.

“Aww, baby,” he cooed, almost condescending, “does it feel so good that you can’t even talk? Can’t even answer me?” His fingertips met your cheek with a sharp, but light smack, the noise echoing throughout the dark closet. The sound of his smack on your skin encouraged Bokuto even more as he began sucking what you knew would be a very dark, very noticeable hickey on the back of your neck. He more urgently pressed his erection into your ass, and abandoned your weeping cunt for a moment in favor of pulling off your shorts.

Kuroo’s thumb and pointer finger gently squeezed your cheeks, between your teeth, making it nearly impossible for you to answer him. That’s what he wanted, though, to have you helpless. He knew that was how you liked it. Smirking, he spoke again.

“Well, I guess if you’re not gonna talk with that mouth, you should put it to good use, then.”

Kuroo’s cock always astounded you. It was long, thick, with two pretty veins; one running along the bottom of his cock, the other on the side. They were exceptionally sensitive, too, and every time you ran your tongue along either one of them, Kuroo would whine and press his hips forward just a little more, desperate to get more of your mouth.

As Kuroo pulled himself out of his shorts, Bokuto had helped you out of your shorts, and he was on his back, on the floor, eagerly pulling you down to sit on his face. As always, your wet cunt was met with needy, lapping strokes of his tongue. He growled in appreciation of the taste, loving more than anything that he was able to get to have you on his mouth, that he could taste your sweet juices and make you cry from pleasure just from his mouth alone.

Already, your head was buzzing with pleasure. You’d become accustomed to the darkness of the room now, and you could see better than you could before, but you wondered if that was any good or not- because now you could see their sweaty faces. Now you could see how blown their pupils were and how feral they looked. You could see the muscles in Bokuto’s arms tighten and loosen as he ate you out like it was his last meal. You could see the frosted tips of his hair between your legs, you could see his golden, lust filled stare on your face as he ate you so voraciously. Kuroo’s sculpted stomach caught your eye as he pulled his shirt up and away from his aching cock, and seeing it made you even wetter than you already were.

One of Kuroo’s big hands came to cup the back of your head, the other hand on the shaft of his cock. Messily, he smacked the drooling tip onto your face, groaning at the noise it made and biting his lip at the wonderful feeling.

“Open wide, little girl,” he said, grinning down at you. When you complied, like such a good girl, he slid his cock in your mouth, immediately letting out a hiss of satisfaction.

Instantly, your mouth was full. Kuroo was hard and hot and throbbing. You swirled your tongue around it as much as you could, one hand grasping his cock, the other steadying yourself on his thigh. Being mindful of Bokuto between your legs, you lean forward a bit, sliding your tongue up Kuroo’s entire length, mouthing at those veins and getting the expected, yet still so satisfying, moans from the dark-haired man.

Bokuto continued his brutal pace while he ate you out. He was slurping wetly- if you weren’t so turned on you would have been embarrassed at the very thought of your cunt producing that much slick, but you still felt a great deal of pride that Bokuto was so excited to taste you.

His tongue grazed over one particular spot, and you cried out, jerking your hips forward. Bokuto chuckled darkly, arms locking around your legs like a vice as he held you in place and began lapping at that spot like a madman. Kuroo stepped closer, one hand sliding to the back of your head once more.

“Watch it, Bokuto,” he said, “don’t make her fall.”

Whether or not Bokuto heard Kuroo’s admonishment was unclear, because he didn’t even spare Kuroo a look or a noise. He just kept licking at that one spot.

You were nearly gushing at this point, having his tongue work at you so ferociously made you see stars. Your thighs were shaking and your folds were so wet that you knew you were soaking Bokuto’s face and the floor underneath him. Almost involuntarily, your hips were jerking along with Bokuto’s ministrations, grinding on him desperately to try and get more friction that you so desperately needed.

Kuroo tugged on your hair gently, bringing your head back to his cock. Obediently, you opened your mouth, taking the sopping tip back onto your tongue. Then, slowly, like he was preparing you for it, Kuroo began thrusting into your mouth.

Like usual, it was a little difficult at first. You gagged, the action causing your stomach to clench, and your muscles to contract, which only heightened the pleasure you were getting from Bokuto’s tongue. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes but you took several deep breaths in through your nose, and soon, Kuroo was able to fuck into your mouth as if it was just another one of your holes. Strings of saliva fell from your face, staining your shirt, some landing on Bokuto’s face (but he couldn’t be bothered by it), and some smearing on Kuroo’s thighs.

“Okay, “ Kuroo said, pulling you off his cock after holding you there for a particularly long moment, “ Okay, get up, come on,” he said, tugging on your hand. “Bokuto, let her up now, come on.”

Begrudgingly, Bokuto pulled away, spanking your bare ass before using his strength to easily lift you off his face- and this was so dizzying to you, the act of simple, brute strength was so arousing that you almost saw stars from it alone.

Your legs were too shaky to trust on their own, so you stayed kneeling, after Bokuto picked you up and placed you down on the floor. Kuroo quickly sat down in front of you, pulling you into his lap so easily, like you weighed nothing at all.

Kuroo’s cock breached you with no ceremony or preamble. Suddenly, even with Bokuto’s extensive and excellent preparation, you were stretched to your very limit. Crying out, your hands flew to Kuroo’s neck, lacing behind his head and holding tightly, almost desperately to him.

Bokuto shucked his pants down to his ankles, stroking his hard, leaking, red cock as he watched the two of you. He stepped forward, placing his hand on your hair and guiding your head to look in his direction. Again, so obediently, you opened your mouth for his cock, and he slid it into the wet, sloppy, already-abused cavern.

Bokuto’s cock was so different from Kuroo’s- it was thick. Girthy. An actual mouthful that, when pressed into your mouth or into your cunt, made you believe you’d be bursting from the seams in seconds. He never broke you, though. Not yet, anyway.

And he was so sensitive, too. Unlike Kuroo, Bokuto’s cock was sensitive all over. When you’d give the tip of his cock innocent kitten licks, he got goosebumps. When you pumped it in your hand, his toes curled. And when it was stuffed in something hot and sopping wet, Bokuto could see stars along the outside of his vision.

Kuroo’s hands on your waist were bruising as he bounced you on his cock with ease, like you were nothing more than a fleshlight with feelings. HIs hands were always so strong, so capable of holding you and guiding your hips over just the right spots. He filled you perfectly, too. You were full to the brim, the goodness of it all almost bringing tears to your eyes. This was where you belonged, fully seated on Kuroo’s cock.

But you also belonged on your knees for Bokuto. His normally golden eyes were stained nearly black with lust at this point, as he looked down at you with loving eagerness as he thrusted his cock into and out of your mouth. With his pleasure, his movements became harried and frenzied, hips jerking unpredictably, almost like he was a madman, though you were sure he was only crazy with lust for you.

Kuroo swiped his thumb up and down your clit as you rolled your hips on his cock.

“Heh… so wet for us, huh, little girl?” he asked you, squeezing your thighs in his hands before moving his hands back up to your hips. “Is this from you teasing us all day? Huh? Is this what happens when you act like a little whore for some cock?”

His words went right through you, slicing through you like a hot knife through butter. You cried out against Bokuto’s cock, effectively creaming on Kuroo’s dick with a soft, almost exhausted cry as your orgasm washed over you. You felt the pleasure in each and every nerve of your body; they hummed in warmth and with pleasure, and you felt the warmth that was in your stomach loosen and spread throughout your entire body.

Kuroo felt this too, and he laughed.

“Did she cum for you, Kuroo?” Bokuto growled, hand fisting in your hair as he drove his cock into your mouth harder and deeper. One of the biggest changes during these times was how animalistic and rough and feral Bokuto’s voice became. It made your head spin, it turned you on more than anything else. You were nodding in response to Bokuto’s question before Kuroo could even respond.

“Yeah, she did. Fuckin’ loves being talked to like that, y’know?” Kuroo said, smacking your ass with an open palm, the sting echoing throughout the room.

Soon, Kuroo was rocking his hips up into you erratically, like he’d lost his mind in the haze of all the pleasure. A guttural moan ripped through his chest, his hair falling forward in his eyes as he filled you up with his hot seed. You moaned around Bokuto, who waited until the very moment Kuroo’s hips stopped moving to pluck you off of the other one.

Your arousal, your cum, Kuroo’s cum, and Bokuto’s spit all leaked down from between your legs, and had your head not been fuzzy and unable to focus, you may have been embarrassed, but you knew it just made Bokuto more eager to fuck you. Sloppy seconds were his favorite.

While Kuroo watched, chest heaving, Bokuto laid you out on the floor. He folded you in half with ease, tossing your legs over his shoulders and pushing into you with one fluid thrust. He stretched you out completely differently than Kuroo had, dragging along different spots at his brutal pace.

Helpless, you clutched at his arms, nails digging into the yielding flesh, but you didn’t care, and neither did he. Kuroo’s hands were soon on you again, groping your tits from over your shirt, hand slid between your chest and your legs, and getting a prime view of where you were coupled with the ace.

Bokuto grunted, feral, each time he bottomed out inside you and his cock pressed into its maximum depth. Everything was soft, wet, spongey, and hot. So, so, so hot. He’d lost himself in the pleasure now, his muscles taut in the haste and the exertion of it all. With more mindful fingers, Kuroo slid his hand between your legs and began rubbing at your clit, which made you cum again, a second time.

This time, it wasn’t warm, and it wasn’t clean. Instead, it was hot, like fire, and it was wet. The second time you came, you squirted, crying out in a wrecked, broken voice, with no one outside the three of you in the tiny equipment room able to hear. Bokuto’s stomach and thighs, which were already wet from the blowjob you gave him, were soon coated with this slick, and he laughed.

“Good girl, good fuckin girl,” he said, hips driving into you harder.

It only took about three more bold, deep strokes for him to still and cum into you, spilling every ounce of his release into your hot, abused pussy. He squeezed his eyes shut as he came down, every nerve in his body feeling hot. His shoulders relaxed and he slouched a little bit, having enough mind to slowly, a little unsteadily, pull your legs off his shoulders, rubbing them gently with big, strong hands.

Kuroo, who was the least fucked of the three of you, touched your sweaty face gently. The soft gesture made you turn into his hand, and Bokuto, as the fog cleared, rubbed your sides gently.

“Give me my shirt,” Bokuto murmured, voice soft, but well-used and a bit worse for wear.

Kuroo handed him the shirt, the three of you unanimously and idly realizing you never really remembered when he’d taken it off. Though his previous movements were harsh, bokuto very gently wiped the shirt along between your legs, and after a few moments, pulled his cock from you, being sure to wipe away any more mess that escaped- you knew you’d have to take a proper shower very soon, but the thought was nice.

“I...I don’t like to think that this is the last time,” you murmured quietly. Bokuto was pulling your shorts back up your legs, and Kuroo was petting your hair sweetly, and at this mention, they both dawned dark expressions. Sad faces.

But then, Bokuto said with the utmost confidence, “Just because this is the last time at training camp doesn’t mean it's the last time. Wait ‘til I get you in a bedroom. I bet I can make you squirt three times in one session.”

*this work is intended for 18+ audiences only. minors do not interact. do not repost this work*

#haikyuu smut #hq smut #kuroo smut #bokuto smut #kuroo thirst #bokuto thirst

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How they met you & fell in love

a/n: This is the first time I decided to actually write something with the intention of posting it. I hope that whoever reads this enjoys it. I'm sorry if I've misspelled anything, English isn't my first language. I hope I did well for my first writing post >.<

WARNINGS: none apart from slight violence. Female reader. Cussing.

Otherwise; fluffy content.

(Y/n) - Your name

(L/n) - Last name

Like or repost if you enjoy <3

Akaashi:

When you first met him, you thought he was a pretty boy with a resting bitch face. He is an extremely straight forward 'say it how it is' type of person and you respected him for that because it isn’t always easy to just speak your mind upfront in this day and age. He didn’t really look all that friendly or approachable, but since you were friends with Bokuto you just had to suck it up and stick around. It was pretty awkward talking to him or even just being around him at first, until you realized that his exterior was an act and he’s a total softy when he isn’t trying to call Bo out on his bullshit. You found him to be an intriguing person, but also rather intimidating. He was peaceful, he didn’t talk all that much and kept to himself like a true introvert. You were the opposite, more of an ambivert type. You tried your best to befriend him, but little did you know that friendship would spiral into something else along the line.

After a while of being friends, Akaashi got red in the ears in your presence. He was easily flustered around you, and the both of you often tended to flirt and bicker as if it was second nature. The two of you in a room together never got boring. Everyone around you could tell the two of you were head over heels for each other. You thought the opposite though, you felt that the friendship was never going to progress into anything more and that your crush was meaningless because nothing would come of it. After being friends for several months, nearly reaching the 1 year milestone, you eventually started to distance yourself.

You always thought the way Akaashi acted around you was purely just because the two of you had a close bond as friends, nothing more, nothing less. Akaashi on the other hand was devastated when he noticed the drastic changes in the close bond you both shared. He noticed that whenever he walked into a room, you’d disappear. Whenever he tried to call you, you wouldn’t answer the phone and make up some excuse that you were busy. The poor guy felt like his sanity was hanging on a thread and all he wanted was to speak to you, figure out what he did wrong and at least go back to how things once were. One day, he cornered you in an empty classroom. His eyes seemed frantic and he made sure to trap you between his arms and leave no room for you to escape so he could get answers. “(Y/n), are you okay? Why have you been avoiding me? Did I do something wrong?”

It seemed like the questions that were wracking his brain kept tumbling out, and in an overwhelmed panic she stopped him. The next thing the both of them knew was that her lips were pressed to his. At first his eyes were wide and body was stiff with shock. He didn’t know how to respond, and he firmly believed that this was a dream. In her mind, she thought she had just made the biggest mistake of her life because he wasn’t responding to it, he was just standing there and embarrassment slowly started to flood her. Before she could pull away from him, his arms slackened and his hands slid down the wall beside her, eventually placing them on her hips and pulling her body flush against his while kissing her back feverishly. When the two pulled away, they were out of breath and their eyes had a dazed look in them as they locked eyes. He leaned his head against hers and sighed in relief, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist as he kept his eyes locked on hers. I think that’s when you both knew that there was no way in hell you’d let go of each other at any point in time because it really felt like you were meant to be together.

Oikawa:

You knew of Oikawa Tooru but you never actually wanted to be acquainted with him. To you he sounded like a total sleazebag, a player that loved breaking female students’ hearts left and right. Unfortunately for you, you just so happened to bump into him on Valentines day after having to reject a poor freshman. When you bumped into Oikawa, he thought that you were another girl ready to confess to him due to the box of chocolates in your hands and a smirk instantly made its way onto his face as he reached over to take the box. Your immediate response was to slap his hand away. If looks could kill, he sure as hell would be more than 6 feet under because you were not up for anyone's bullshit. Oikawa gasped in shock and retracted his hand immediately with a pout. “Hey! I know you. You’re (L/n), hmm. Aren’t you a friend of Iwa? You know, you don’t have to be embarrassed about trying to confess to me. I always appreciate a new follower.”

A mix between a scoff and a laugh of disbelief made its way out of you as you immediately shoved the box of chocolates into your bag. “Wow, I knew you were vain but I guess I underestimated just how much. If you think I have any interest in an asshole like you then you must be smoking something. I have no interest in being one of your petty little toys that you hold on a string. I refuse to be one of your little puppets that follow you around to show my undying admiration for someone as shitty as you. No wonder he calls you Shittykawa. You truly are a self centered douche.”

Oikawa’s face was burning red with embarrassment as she pushed past him and continued going to her class. He was astonished, shocked beyond any words imaginary as he stood there and tried to process what had just happened. Eventually he was brought back to his senses when Iwaizumi smacked him over the head and told him to stop staring like a dumbass and get to practice. “Iwa, How do you know (L/n)?” He asked suddenly after they walked in silence for several minutes, which was very unlike Oikawa. “I’m in the majority of her classes and she lives a block away from me. Why?”

“She’s weird. I thought she was gonna confess and then she slapped my hand and called me a douche.” Oikawa said, his tone was completely flat for once and Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow at his friend. “Yeah, well what do you expect? She has better things to do than fawn over you, Shittykawa.”

*Insert offended Oikawa noises here*

Needless to say, his first encounter with you was not exactly what he would’ve liked it to be. Slowly though he tried to fish more information out on you, he wanted to understand why you weren’t like the other girls who practically fell in love with him at first sight and why you were the way that you were in general. That meant that any time Iwaizumi would meet up with you at a park to study together or whenever you guys would spend any type of time together that Tooru would tag along. Teachers thought that you were having a blooming friendship with him though and much to your dismay you ended up getting partnered with him on a school project. You felt sick to the pit of your stomach because you truly didn’t want him to come to your home, but he kept insisting and you knew that there would be no point in trying to convince him otherwise so you gave in to his stubbornness.

You felt ashamed the moment he stepped through the front door, your parents were never home and you had to take care of your younger twin siblings. The house was a mess, and that was when he understood why you had such a cold persona around others. You wanted to distance yourself from people and push them away as much as possible in order for you to not have to go through the embarrassment of looking like a train wreck to everyone else in the circumstances that you were in as opposed to your usual well put together attitude. To your surprise though, he was patient. He jumped in on helping you clean, he even helped the twins with any homework questions they had in between working on your project together and showed no judgement. In fact, he gave you a look of understanding.

After that, you were able to tolerate him more and you allowed him to visit the twins more often while even bringing along his nephew for all of them to play together. He taught them how to play volleyball while also helping you in the kitchen when you needed it. He didn’t want to admit it, but he honestly fell in love with you because of how genuine you were. You guys flirted, but it was suffocating to him like all the other girls who flirted with him on a daily basis. He only had interest in you, and you bet your ass Iwa teased the shit out of him for it. Your project got an incredible score of 100% and the two of you celebrated together by playing some volleyball even though you were complete shit at it. He didn’t care though and had fun. You found yourselves hanging a lot more often, being around each other almost 24/7 and you even met his family at some point. They absolutely loved you, and so did he.

He tried to figure out how he’d confess to you, he wanted it to be special. He wanted it to be a moment the both of you would remember because he quite honestly couldn’t see him spending any of his time with any other girl apart from you. Of course he was extremely nervous and skeptical on how to approach it, it was a 50/50 chance of you liking him back. The thoughts left his mind when he heard your voice outside a local supermarket, asking someone to leave you alone and that immediately flipped a switch in his brain. He quickly tried to look for you and found you trying to tell some tipsy guy that you didn’t want anything to do with him to which he immediately went over with his hands tucked in his pocket.

“Hey (Y/n), everything okay?” he asked as he coldly stared at the man that had been harassing you. A quiet “Oh thank god” was whispered underneath your breath as you managed to force your way closer to Tooru. He immediately wrapped one arm around your waist and kept his eyes locked on the other older gentleman that had been bothering you. The guy smirked, “Oh nothing man, I was trying to have a chat with her and she got all bitchy. That’s all.” (Y/n) could feel his body language immediately became a lot more tense, but you quickly pulled at him and tried to evade the situation. “It’s not worth it, Tooru. Let’s just go, okay? We can get some milk bread and watch movies or something.”

“I don’t appreciate the way you talk about my (Y/n)-chan. In fact, I’d advise you to leave her alone before I make you regret even breathing the same air as her. Got that?” He spoke calmly as he gently nudged you out of the alleyway next to the store. “Hey, who the hell do you think you are? Huh? Can’t just take my woman like that, dude.” This is when you truly saw how angry Oikawa could get as all he did was throw a punch and the guy was down. You could only stare in shock at what had just unfolded in front of you. “If you ever talk about her like that again I swear I’ll make you regret you ever existed.” At that he tugged you along and when the two of you were a few blocks away you grabbed hold of his hand and inspected it. “You seriously didn’t have to go that far. I don’t care what a low life has to say about me, at least I don’t live in the streets and I’ve got a roof over my head.” He remained silent for a moment before latching his hand onto your wrist and pulling you into his chest. “I’d never let anyone do or say anything to hurt you. Remember that. I’m just sorry you had to witness me get like that. I’ll make it up to you though.”

“Oh? I think a date would be a pretty nice way to make it up to me since you insisted on calling me your (Y/n)-chan” you said, giving him a cheeky smile to which he could only reply with a teasing smirk. “Hm, seems only fair after I saved you as heroically as I did.”

“Whatever you say, douche”

*insert baffled Oikawa noises here*

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realcube · 3 years

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SEEING YOU WEAR THEIR TEAM JACKET

characters ♡ sugawara, nishinoya, tendō & bokuto

content warning ♡ sharing clothes & a mentioned nose bleed.

credit ♡ thank you to @aaprilshowers for the request

KŌSHI SUGAWARA

♡ he left it at your house, so just as a little joke, you washed it and wore it to school the next day to return it

♡ and honestly when he saw you pass through the gates of the school wearing the colours, he had to do a double-take

♡ you were talking to your friends, about to head to class until sugawara jogged up to you, wearing a foolishly wide grin

♡ you were quite confused at first but you had completely forgotten that you were wearing his jacket, so you quirked a brow at how uncharacteristically perky he was first thing in the morning

♡ ‘you’re lookin’ as gorgeous as ever,’ he chuckled, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek, ‘i like your jacket’

♡ your eyes widened at his comment, gaze jerking down to look at the jacket in question and instantly recalling your plan to return it. so you began to shrug it off your shoulders until suga’s pulled it back up

♡ ‘nonono!’ his soft, silver hair bouncing as he shook his head, ‘keep it, i don’t want you getting cold.’

♡ actually, the main reason he wanted you to keep it on was that he felt so happy seeing you all snug in his jacket with his number on it. watching as you strolled through the halls while simultaneously showing off the fact he was your boyfriend did wonders on his pride

♡ it was enough ego-fuel to keep his head up through many losses (to come ‘:) )

♡ ‘oh, it’s fine, i’ve brought a spare’ you said with a wink as you slid off your backpack which contained the spare jacket, and in any other situation sugawara would’ve chuckled and praises you for being so prepared, but currently the only emotion he presented with disappointment

♡ ‘just keep my jacket on’ sugawara insisted, his warm smile becoming visibly forced, ‘you look cute in it, better than i do.’

♡ you beamed, adjusting the jacket on your shoulder before pulling him into your embrace, ‘thanks, love!’ you sung into his ear, noticing that his teeth were clattering then realising that he was wearing his black windbreaker in the middle of a cold winters morning, ‘aren’t you cold in that? do you want to borrow my spare jacket?’

♡ suga hummed a faint yes and accepted your more cozy jacket with grace, feeling double the amount of pride as now, not only were you walking the halls with his name in on your back, he was able to brag to his friends about how caring you are for giving him your jacket >:)

♡ also, more observant student were quick to notice that the jacket suga was wearing was not one of his usual two jackets but rather yours, and there was nothing suga loved more than indirect ways of showing that y’all were dating-

♡ besides the fact that he had already gotten y’all promise rings, matching bobble hats, bangles with both of your initials engraved into them and god-knows how many of those couple keychains lmao

♡ he just wants everyone to know that he got lucky, okay?

YŪ NISHINOYA

♡ he asks you to wear it lmao

♡ like whenever he is with you — even if it’s not cold — he’ll take off his jacket and offer it to

♡ and you’ve never accepted his offer until one especially chilly walk back from school, when you decided against bringing your own jacket bc the weather was perfectly fine that morning

♡ there was a light breeze and as soon as he saw you rub your hands together for warmth, the threw off his jacket, fell onto one knee and offered it to with a bowed head as if it was a humble offering for his deity.. which it was

♡ ‘here, take my jacket!!’ he commanded as if he was making a massive sacrifice

♡ you scoffed, averting your gaze momentarily before snatching his jacket up and begrudgingly slipping it on, ‘fine. thanks or whatever.’ you murmured, crossing your arms over your chest and keeping a disinterested look on your face to hide how nice it felt, you kinda regretted not taking his jacket the many times he offered in the past

♡ ‘no problem!’ he chirped, placing a kiss on your cheek before taking your hand back in his own, swinging it back and forth as y’all walked

♡ honestly he revelled in the fact you were finally wearing something of his

♡ he thought it was so cute and romantic and he’d hype you up the whole way home, ‘you’re so adorable! lemme give you a kiss!’

♡ ‘the colours really bring out your eyes!’

♡ ‘you look better in it than i did and i looked awesome!’

♡ ‘how do you make such a basic jacket look so hot?’

♡ and more ✨ we’d be here all day if i were to list every single compliment he gave you

♡ once you arrived at his house, you began to slip the jacket off your shoulder but noya stopped you, ‘no! keep it on! i’ll buy a new one.’

♡ you rolled your eyes, continuing to take it off and drop it on the ground in a bad-tempered manner since he refused to take it when you pushed it against his chest, ‘well, i can’t keep it.’

♡ ‘why not?’

♡ ‘because..’ at first, you didn’t want to take it out of courtesy. it belonged to him, after all. but now, it was just your stubbornness that didn’t want to give in, telling you to give back the jacket. however, you didn’t want to tell noya either of these because the first one would make you sound like a simp and the second would ignite his competitive spirit

♡ little did you know, what you proceeded to blurt out as the first petty excuse that came to mind, ended up evoking more competitive fire than admitting your stubbornness ever would.

♡ ‘it’s ugly.’

♡ noya let out an overdramatic gasp, slapping his hand over his mouth to prevent his soul from leaving his body, ‘no it’s not!’ he denied, shaking his head as he bent over to grab his jacket and clutch it close to his chest

♡ and that was the beginning of an everlasting inside joke between you and noya

♡ it was somewhat like hot potato; you both tried to sneak the jacket into the other’s possession, some tries being more discreet than others

♡ like it varied from you spending the night at his and silently hanging the jacket up in his closet while he was in the bathroom, to him just throwing it straight at your face while he ran by during PE

SATORI TENDŌ (slight crack)

♡ he’s just sitting at his lunch table with ushijima, talking about donuts or whatever then he waves at you as you walk by with you friends and he had to do a double-take..

♡ y-you..in..his jacket???

♡ and why did you look better in it than he did >:(

♡ he must’ve been staring for a few seconds too long as ushijima tapped him on the shoulder, ‘it’s rude to stare, tendō.’ he said in his usual gruff and monotone voice,

♡ he huffed out through his nostrils and rolled his eyes at his dispiriting friend, ‘not when it’s in adoration, my himbo friend.’

♡ before ushijima got the chance to question what a ‘himbo’ is, tendō had already sprung to his feet and bounced towards you, greeting you with an animated ‘hi!’

♡ you smiled, falling behind your friends in favour of catching up with tendō, ‘hiya, baby!’ you sung, hopping to plant a kiss on his forehead, ‘what’s up?’

♡ he quirked a brow, gesturing to your outfit and smirking, ‘nothing~’ he sung, jabbing your side with his index finger, ‘i like your jacket. it looks familiar.’

♡ you rolled your eyes, setting down your lunch tray to shrug it off your shoulder but tendō was quickly to fix it, zipping it all the way up while he was at it. ‘eh, i just wanted to tell you that you look cute! not that you have to take it off.’

♡ you nodded, giving tendō a slight side-eye, ‘thanks. you left it in maths this morning and i wanted to see how long it’s take you to notice that i want wearing it.’

♡ ‘uh-’ cocking his head to the side with his usual wide-eyes, visibly embarrassed yet curious, ‘how long did i take?’

♡ ‘five periods.’ you deadpanned, choking back at snicker.

♡ he scoffed, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck, ‘well, guess how many minutes it took you to realise that i’m walking away with your lunch?’

♡ ‘wha--’

♡ the lunch tray you had sat on a table to take off the jacket was swiped by tendō before he skipped off, but not without you being hot on his tail

KŌTARŌ BOKUTO

♡ he gave it to you bc he was going to go on a trip for volleyball which would last a week or so

♡ y’all were a fairly new couple so this was the first time that the routine of him walking you home from school, helping him study in the library or him stealing bites of your food at lunch, would be broken

♡ it was a big deal in bokuto’s eyes and yes, he almost cried

♡ kuroo thought he was just being overdramatic at first but when he realised that his bro was genuinely upset, he suggested that bokuto could give you something so it feels like he’s there

♡ bokuto’s first idea was a worm but kuroo quickly shut that down

♡ ‘no living creatures.’

♡ ‘hmm,’ bokuto hummed in thought, stroking his chin as he searched his brain for more ideas since that singular rule that kuroo had laid down basically disregarded most of the concepts he had in mind, ‘how about..my jacket!’

♡ ‘the one you are wearing right now?’

♡ bokuto nodded, a bright smile adorning his features at the thought of you all wrapped up in his jacket

♡ ‘no.’

♡ ‘why not?!’ bokuto stomped his foot like a toddler, utterly shocked at his best bro’s response.

♡ ‘nobody wants a fukurodani jacket. you should give (y/n) mine.’

♡ needless to say, bokuto brushed off kuroo’s final piece of advice and gave you his fukurodani volleyball jacket anyway

♡ ‘here!’ he said with starry eyes, ‘take it! and put it on when you miss me.’

♡ you were glad he chose to do this at your door rather than in the middle of the lunch hall, but he was still loud enough for you to both gain odd glances from passersby

♡ you giggled, graciously accepting his jacket and hanging it up on the coat rack by your front door, ‘you’re so sweet! thank you and i will.’

♡ you opened your arms to wrap him in a hug but as soon as you raised your hands, he had already lunged forward and pulled you into his embrace, pressing you tightly against his chest as he hooked his chin over your shoulder, his bottom lip quivering

♡ ‘i’m gonna miss you so much!’

♡ ‘bo..’ you breathed, having to turn your head so it wasn’t squished again his toned chest, ‘you’ll only be gone for a week or so, right?’ you tried to remind him but that only got him even more worked up

♡ ‘that’s ages!’

♡ ‘no, it’s not.’ you rolled your eyes, bouncing to you could peck his cheek, ‘but i’ll miss you too! good luck!’

♡ your positivity always seemed to rub off on bokuto and within moments, it was as though all his sadness was gone as he began gushing about how excited he was for this trip and how many doors it’d open for him

♡ after that, you said your goodbyes and he got ready to head off the follow day

♡ honestly, for the first week he was away, both of y’all were completely fine

♡ he wouldn’t get the chance to text you during daytime but at night, he’d text you paragraphs upon paragraph describing his day and all the things he got up to — along with his commentary

♡ and he’d insist that you tell him how your day went too :))

♡ plus, sometimes he’d randomly snap you a cursed picture of one of his friends with a cute asf caption

♡ for instance, there was a picture of kuroo going the ‘ice in my veins’ pose over akaashi lying on the ground with a bloody nose, with the caption ‘remember to drink water bby!! ✨’

♡ anyway, usually you’d spend your friday nights with bokuto — helping him study or perhaps watching a movie— but today you were all on your own

♡ it was a bit lonely, especially bc none of your friends were responding to your messages, but then you recalled the jacket he had given you; so you dashed downstairs, threw it on, basking in how warm in was for a few moments (bc it was hanging by the radiator) then darted back upstairs

♡ it was comfy! your launched yourself onto your bed and just lay there for a while, enjoying the serene atmosphere you created. it honestly just felt like the big, warm hugs he gives..

♡ on one hand, it kinda made you miss the real thing even more but on the other hand, the comfort it brought you was something you felt obligated to thank him for so you grabbed your phone and sent him a mirror pic of you in his jacket

♡ he had just exited the washroom so he checked the message soon after it was sent

♡ ...and when i tell you that he stared at that picture with heart-eyes for almost five minutes straight-

♡ ‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA’ – bokuto’s brain

♡ he took a screenshot and asked you if he could make it is homescreen wallpaper 🥺

♡ he rushed around all the rooms and showed absolutely everyone pic lmao

♡ ‘look! they look amazing and guess who’s jacket they are wearing?? mine!!’

♡ oikawa tried to edge around the enthusiastic bi-haired boy that was blocking his exit from the bathroom, ‘do i know you?’

♡ and when he came back from the camp, he gave you the hug of a lifetime and insisted that you take all his jackets-

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cuziloveyou7 · 3 years

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Festering feelings

Pairing: Bokuto Kōtarō x gn!reader

Wordcount: 1.7k

Warnings: angst, mentions of depression, anxiety and panic attacks. Also kind of mentioning eating disorder?

A/n: I know I said I don't like angst and stuff, but since I'm a walking angst piece right now... here ya go! I did it! Someone help me out bc idk how to do tw! If I missed something please tell me! Also please bare in mind that this is my first real fic after not having written anything for 7 years.

This is not proof read, I made this around 1.30am bc I had an idea.......

It was slow, very slow, yet very fast. The first thing that happened was just build up tension. You were mad, frustrated. You needed to vent but didn't want to bother anyone. You would usually confide in Bokuto but he was so busy. The Olympics were coming up and he was training so hard. Each time he came home he was even more tired than the day before and the day before that. So you just did what you always do, suck it up and keep your mouth shut.

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You were slipping. You felt it gradually happening. Not like the times before, when for the most part you didn't know what was happening. No this time you knew.

A week. That's all you could handle. Slipping up here and there, mentioning tiny details to your best friends. Until eventually you just wanted to scream on top of your lungs on the highest building you could find at that moment. Luckily one of your friends caught on and asked you out for a walk around the park.

The two of you talked for hours. Finally getting it off your chest. It felt like such a relief. You felt like the situation was under control again. Nothing wrong. A false alarm? Or maybe just in time before the damage was out of anyone control.

Another week passed. You absorbed yourself in work, house duties and watched some episodes of your favourite anime. You cherished the little time you could spend with Bokuto and loved the stories he would tell you about the team. Your best friend also checked in on you, because they were still worried about you even though you brushed them off saying all was well.

But that nasty tiny feeling inside you was still there. A little unconscious, but festering each day, oh so slowly.

It started with getting tired more often. You blamed it on work. But even on your days off, you would wake up feeling exhausted. You would be so drained even when you did nothing but watch TV or play games to pass the time.

The next thing that happened made you more aware of your situation. Your friend asked you to go out for a walk again. You guys talked, gave an update on what was bothering you but switched the topic to an update about your friend's life. While they were telling you about their life you noticed you weren't exactly paying attention. Your mind wandering off to nowhere, zoning out of the conversation. You felt bad. Your friend had been there for you, listening to all your problems and yet here you were not really paying attention to them.

The same goes for Bokuto. He would come home, ask you how your day was and continue with telling you about his. As much as you loved his stories about the antics of Hinata and Kageyama or the other players, you actually couldn't be bothered in the least. Responding with a 'really?', 'Oh yeah...', 'that's nice'.

Next came closing yourself off. You just wanted everything to get over with. Counting the minutes down for when you could finally go home from work and curl yourself in a blanket on the couch. When Bokuto came home you would usually be "too absorbed" in whatever was playing on the TV or you would already be in bed, blaming it on work or just being tired.

You started losing interest in all the things you liked. You couldn't occupy yourself anymore. The days became longer and longer. You started losing your appetite. Only eating when your body basically screamed for nutrition and even then you would sometimes ignore your own body's scream for food.

At some point, you were just so done. Not caring to force a smile on your face anymore. Plain up ignoring your friends when they texted you. And when Bokuto would come home. The lights would already be out and you would lay in bed with the covers over your head and your back facing him.

Usually, Bokuto picks up very fast on your moods and emotions. Having gone through his well famous emo modes when he was younger. The two of you were always open and honest with your feelings and emotion towards each other. It was something you guys as a couple prided yourselves on.

It was also something you especially needed. Having gone through horrible panic attacks, anxiety and depression. Talking yourself down was/is also something your very good at. And Bokuto picked up on that very quickly when you just started dating.

To some Bokuto seems very carefree and not aware of his surroundings. But in actuality, he's very emotionally intelligent. So he struck up a conversation you would've never guessed you'd have on one of your many dates. Bokuto eased you into it, told you about his emo modes and made you comfortable enough to let you open up about your experiences. This actually helped you go past the blockade that was stopping you from making this relationship official.

But with Bokuto training for the upcoming Olympics and him being away from home more often than not, it was easier to go unnoticed for him and easier for you to slip and fall into a deeper depression.

After weeks of walking around like a zombie, you finally broke down. You had a day off. When you woke up Bokuto was already gone. He texted you later that day saying he would sleep at the training centre because training would go on longer than normal.

It had been a beautiful day, the weather was nice, the sun had been shining, the warmth of summer started to peek through. It would have made you giddy had it not been for the nasty pest growing bigger and bigger inside you. When dusk came you felt it bubbling up. You tried really hard to ignore it. Tried to soothe it with some episodes of your comfort anime. Tried to pick yourself up and pamper yourself with some extra steps in your skincare routine but it was all in vain. Once you stepped inside your shared bedroom you felt the tears trickling down your face. Through your tears you searched for your earbuds, plugging them in and searching for the best sad songs playlist you could find. Shutting off the lights as you lay down in the middle of the bed.

At first, you just lay there, looking up at the ceiling, silent tears streaming down your temple, past your ears into your hair. You felt the tears slowly make their way past your scalp until they finally touched the soft pillow behind your head. You turned your head getting uncomfortable from the feeling of your tears. The pillow your head lay on smelled like him, it's smelled like everything you loved, comforted, his favourite shower gel, a hint of sweat, it smelled like warm sunbeams on an early summer morning, it smelled nice. This made you break down in sobs, which became louder the longer you went on. You stuffed your face in his pillow, threw the covers around you, trying to silence your sobs and screams. They were too loud for you, agonising pain shot through you. You felt alone. Spiralling deeper into a dark hole that was your mind.

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When Bokuto stepped inside your shared apartment he tried to be as silent as he could. The lights were out, a sign that you would probably be asleep already. While trying to get his shoes off Bokuto debated whether or not he should wake you up. He noticed you being unusually tired and sleeping earlier than you normally would. He looked at the clock hanging on the wall, 9.04 pm. A soft smile crossed his features. Maybe he was a bit selfish but he decided to wake you and tell you about his surprise day off coach gave the team. Shuffling around in the dark apartment trying not to bump into any furniture he neared the bedroom door.

The smile Bokuto had on his face disappeared in an instance. His heart dropped when he heard your muffled sobs. You sounded tired. As if you had been crying for a while now. Bokuto rested his head against the door, gripping the handle until his knuckles turned white. How could he not have noticed it before? Sure he was busy, but he always noticed when you started feeling down. Was he not paying attention to you? Had he been too absorbed in his own world? Why didn't you tell him anything? You guys told each other everything. What got you down like this so bad you wouldn't open up to anyone, not even him. But most of all, he was angry, angry at himself for letting it get this far.

But right now that wasn't important. What's most important is you. Without further hesitation Bokuto softly opened the door and stepped towards the bundled up form on the bed.

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You felt a cold rush of the air when your blankets lifted up from you. Goosebumps made their way onto your skin. But it wasn't long before you felt a comfortable warmth surround you. Nothing like the suffocating warmth from your blankets. Two strong arms held your body. You didn't have to look up to see who the arms belonged to.

No words were spoken between the two of you. You started sobbing a little louder again until you felt the soft vibrations of Bokuto humming. Taking your earbuds out you looked up at the man 'Kou..' you sniffle softly, but before you could continue Bokuto laid your head back on his chest and started petting your head 'It's okay now. I'm here. Let's just stay like this okay? We'll talk tomorrow' he gave your head a soft kiss before continuing humming again.

Tired from all the crying combined with the soft vibrations coming from Bokuto humming you closed your eyes. Your worries drifted away, tomorrow was another day. You would tell Bokuto everything. But for now, you felt content, safe in his arms. The bad feelings slowly subsiding for at this moment, he was your light, he was the warmth you were desperately searching for, he is your home.

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