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katsukisblackteddy · 3 years

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You Have My Heart...

Word Count: 2.14 k Pronouns: feminine (she/her) Pairings: K. Bakugou x reader Warnings: gore, dark fic ahead, violence, cursing, death

Thanks Marie ( @dailydoseofscenarios) for letting me be part of the server event! I had a lot of fun writing this, and as you can tell, I took the prompt kinda literally...anyways....I hope you like it! Don’t forget to check out all of the other fics in this event under the server event hashtag!

The ash blonde sat in the oversized red leather arm chair that faced the large window overlooking her garden. He let out a soft sigh, readjusting his position to get more comfortable as he leaned his chin in the palm of his hand.

“What am I supposed to get her, that she doesn’t already have?” He questioned aloud, his crimson eyes shifting to the side as the large dog beside the chair let out a sigh himself moving into a laying down position, as if to say, I don’t know why you’re asking me.

“You aren’t very helpful, Khan.” Katsuki muttered, as his eyes focused back on the window, a ghost of a smile pulling at his lips at the sight of his beloved wife in the garden below. Khan let out a whine in protest, as a close lipped smile grew on his owner’s face a moment later. “I’ll ask Shitty Hair.” Katsuki stood to his full height, the large black dog standing as well, prepared to follow him.

The ash blonde and his loyal dog walked down the long expanses of hallway, ornately decorated with golden accents, on the way to his private quarters. “Good day, Master Bakugou. Please give my best to the Mistress.” A few servants said as he passed them in the hallway, simply nodding in acknowledgement before he closed the heavy wooden doors to his study.

“Khan get me the ink.” Bakugou stated without looking up from where he was writing, the quill held firmly in his left hand, an almost empty ink well beside the letter he was in the process of writing to his best friend. “Good boy.” He threw the dog a treat as a reward before going back to writing, Khan settling at Bakugou’s feet once more in content silence.

“Dear Shitty Hair, Help me or else. What do I get Big Hair for Valentine’s Day? Come over and help me now. I won’t help you next time with Raccoon Eyes if you don’t help me. Signed, K. Bakugou.” The explosive man read aloud, nodding once before shoving it roughly into an envelope. He scribbled the information down before sealing the expensive stationary with golden wax, pressing the Bakugou Family Crest into the warm wax to leave an imprint.

“You!” Bakugou’s loud voice startled the butler walking past him in the hallway, the man blinking up at his employer nervously.

“Master Bakugou?”

“I don’t care how you get this to Kirishima, just do it. And get it there by this afternoon.” Bakugou told him before walking away. He didn’t have to tell anyone anything twice, and he liked that.

A number of hours later, one of the servants announced that Kirishima had arrived, while Mina went to the garden to spend time with (y/n).

“So is there a reason a winded man servant showed up at my door some time ago? You aren’t a father yet...are you?”

The ash blonde scoffed, quickly dismissing the idea with a roll of his eyes. “Fuck no.”

“Well, you aren’t getting any younger...”

“Well, I’m not getting any older either...”

“Don’t counter my point with another point.” Kirishima argued back as Bakugou rolled his eyes and flipped the redhead off with a small smirk.

“Whatever.” Bakugou stated as they both sat down in a chair. “I can’t think of anything to get (y/n) for Valentine’s Day.”

“It’s your anniversary, too right?” Bakugou nodded. “How many years?”

“183.” Bakugou said after a moment in thought. Kirishima stayed quiet as he thought.

“Do you remember how we all met each other?”

“You mean on our wedding night?” The blonde snorted as Kirishima rolled his eyes.

“Well, I guess...but you remember the first time you saw her right?”

“Well yeah, but she was just an extra then...I didn’t even know she was the woman I was going to marry.”

“What did you do? You weren’t an asshole to her, were you?” Bakugou simply glared at Kirishima. “Damn, you were.” Kirishima frowned.

“That’s a lie, Shitty Hair!”

“Whatever, just give her something super unconventional. Mina loves those types of gifts.”

“Like what?”

“Well, you remember those super exclusive auction seats that we scored a few decades back?”

“Which ones? The Body is Art ones?”

“Yeah...well, I contacted Pierre and he lined up this whole private show and he let me harvest the different pieces...anyways, Mina loved it....We ended up keeping a few things.” Kirishima shrugged.

“How did you contact Pierre? Didn’t he say he hated technology?”

“That just what he tells everyone. He owed me a favor from a while ago. Anyways, the man loves you, I’m sure he’d do it for you in a heartbeat.”

“Whatever.” Katsuki shrugged dismissing the idea, but he would definitely look into it later. “Are you staying for dinner or not?”

“Are you asking?”

“Answer the question, Shitty Hair.”

“Sure!” Kirishima smiled widely, showing off his sharp teeth before the pair of friends decided to join their partners outside in the garden.

“Hey Mina?” (Y/n) questioned, looking over at the pink skinned girl who had her back against a tree. Mina’s eyes focused on her, a kind smile on her face.

“I’ve been thinking of what to get Katsuki for Valentine’s Day...and I want your opinion on it...” (y/n) trailed off, growing slightly nervous that Mina would think the gift was weird or stupid.

“If you wanted to model lingerie for me, you could’ve just said that...though Bakugou wouldn’t care if you were in a sack or lace...have you seen the way he looks at you? How do you not have gremlins...I mean children yet?”

“Mina! Get your head out of the gutter! I’m not modeling lingerie for you...right now at least...and we’re too young for children...”

“You’re 200 years old, but keep lying to yourself.” Mina teased as (y/n) rolled her eyes at one of her best friends, her face still slightly hot from what Mina had said earlier.

“What’s the surprise then? If it isn’t you in new lingerie or a child?”

“So...I thought it would be fun to recreate the night we first met?”

“But you literally just said you weren’t giving him lingerie.”

“Mina! The actual first night we met! Not our wedding day!” (Y/n) laughed, throwing her hands up in mock exasperation.

“Oh...the hunt? Ohhhh, the hunt.” Mina’s smile grew wider the longer she thought about it.

“That’s perfect! But the lingerie thing would’ve been nice too.”

“Mina! If you wanna see me in lingerie, then you should’ve just said that.” (Y/n) giggled before further explaining her plans for Valentine’s Day.

It was the only plan she could think of for the man she had loved for almost all of her life...a man that seemed to have everything he could ever want.

ON VALENTINE’S DAY...

“I don’t understand why you couldn’t have just hired more people to help.” Mina complained while straightening a string of lights.

“It’s more fun, and besides, all of the girls are back together!” (y/n) commented, gesturing towards all of the girls that were gathered around the room, each hanging different decorations.

“How long has it been since we’ve all been in the same place?” Ururaka questioned with a wistful sigh.

“At least 30 years.” Momo chimed in. “We really do need to see each other more.”

“Then we should have more balls, like we used to.”

“This isn’t a ball, Tsu.” Mina pointed out. “It’s the hunt. You know, like we used to have way back when.”

“Wait a second...where are we getting the prey from?”

“Aren’t you vegetarian?”

“No, Iida and I gave that up like 5 years ago.” Midoriya laughed. “Iida just likes sustainably sourced and organic.”

“Oh come on, you haven’t ever just gone to a night club to pick up a few?” Mina teased as the girls, Midoriya, and Denki laughed.

“No, that’s so 1960s, Mina.”

“No, that’s date night.” Mina corrects as (y/n)’s face heats up slightly as she laughs.

“We’ve done it a few times...not recently though, we’ve been pretty busy...one of our neighbors called the cops because she thought she saw us doing something suspicious.”

“What were you doing?”

“Well we may have been hiding a body, but that’s besides the point. That old lady should’ve minded her own business. It’d be a shame if she were to suddenly...go missing.” (Y/n) mumbled with a roll of her eyes as they all laughed.

“Alright, everyone go change! We’ll be starting in three hours!” Jirou announced, ushering everyone to different parts of the large castle to change into their special outfits.

It only took everyone an hour and a half to two hours to get ready, the last hour was spent doing finishing touches and everyone calling their partners to come as a surprise.

“Oi Shitty Girl! What’s the problem? You aren’t hurt are you?” The aggressive blonde questioned quickly, his red eyes gliding over (y/n)’s body as if checking she was ok for himself.

“Then what’s the problem?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow at her as she placed a blindfold over his eyes. “Shitty Girl, what are you doing?”

“Be patient, Katsuki. You’ll like the surprise.” (y/n) said in a teasing voice as she led him into the large ballroom. The sun had just sat and the night sky was dark and littered with stars that could be seen from the windows.

“What’s all of this?” Katsuki questioned, finally removing the black blindfold as he scanned the room, surprised to see all of his friends equally surprised from where they stood with their partners.

“Surprise! I thought it would be fun to recreate the party that happened the first time we met each other. Happy Valentine’s Day!”

“We’re going on a hunt?” Denki questioned excitedly, practically bouncing up and down as Jirou just smiled lightly at his antics.

“Duh.” Jirou mumbled from beside him with a quick roll of her eyes as everyone made their way outside.

“Ok here’s the rules...and it’s the Valentine’s Day edition! So there’s 20, whichever couple can get the most hearts wins.” Midoriya announced with a large smile on his face. “(y/n) release them, and we’ll give them a minute long head start.”

(y/n) walked over to the where the 20 individuals were lined up single file, metal cuffs around their wrists and longer ones around their ankles. Each one wore a black leather collar with a number from 1 to 20 on it. “You evil bitch! Let me go!”

“Where are your manners, Thomas? You were so good up until now...I wouldn’t want to have to make an example out of you.” (y/n)’s voice was kind and soft, but the look in her eyes was anything but that.

“Why are you doing this?” Thomas questioned, his blonde hair falling into his light eyes as she stared in fear at the group around him before meeting (y/n)’s eyes once more.

“It’s fun, Thomas.” (y/n) told him, patting him on the head before releasing everyone’s cuffs. “Go ahead...you’re free now.” (y/n) urged as they all just stood there with blank stares. They continued to stand there, looking at each other. “I said go!” (y/n) repeated, her eyes practically glowing in the light of the full moon. The soft light shining against the sharp points of her canine teeth.

The group of 20 broke off into a sprint, disappearing into the tree line as Iida looked down at his watch. “Is it time yet?” Denki questioned, obviously ready to begin.

“Almost.” Iida replied shortly, a smile growing on his own face as the seconds counted down to zero. “Now!”

Everyone ran after that, disappearing into blurs with the speed they were moving. (y/n) ran with a long spear, the silver tip shining in the moonlight as she jumped forward, releasing the spear into the unsuspecting number 13.

13 fell to the ground after looking down at the sharp spear poking through his chest. No sound leaving his lips since it had all happened too quickly. “One down!” (y/n) called out, seeing the recognizable flash of blonde that belonged to her husband.

Katsuki came to a stop beside her, his hands stained red along with his lips. He smiled at her. “Two, actually.” He told her, showing her the heart in one of his hands. “Happy Valentine’s Day...I’ve already given you my heart figuratively, so now I’m giving it to you physically.”

“Aw, that was cute.” (y/n) laughed before accepting the gesture. “You can have mine too.” She added after her laughter died down, picking up the bloody organ from number 13 before holding it out to Bakugou.

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yumxkoo · 3 years

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LOVERS TO ENEMIES

・PAIRING: Momo Yaoyorozu x GN!Reader

・WARNINGS: Abuse, mentions of blood, violence, cursing basically the reader being a dick im sorry

・GENRE: Angst So this is for an event @dailydoseofscenarios is hosting! I had so much fun writing my first angst fic for this blog! Thanks sm for letting me be part of the event Marie! xx

YAOYOROZU SIGHED as you came out the front door when the clock striked 3 AM. You stumbled through your door, half drunk from the bar, as Yaoyorozu went and helped you. “No it’s fine, Momo, I don’t need your help!” You snapped at her. Momo stood back from you and held back a sob. She knew that you and her were going to fight once again sometime today. But little did she know that it wasn’t going to just a normal fight. During the first few months of the relationship, everything was well. Yaoyorozu was a working pro-hero and you had a job at the local flower shop. Until one day, you got influenced by a customer to come to the bar that just opened near the flower shop. Now, you were never one to drink, but you came anyways to go see if they had any good drinks that wouldn’t get you too drunk. You didn’t contact your girlfriend, thinking that she would already know that you’re there. But, the customer who influenced you, was found out to be a wanted villain. The pro hero agency of Yaoyorozu petitioned to fire her and the flower shop fired you as well, due to their safety and them assuming you had some kind of ties with villains. “I’m done with this,” Yaoyorozu muttered. You looked up from the wall you were holding on to to regain balance from your drunk state. “You said what?” “I SAID I WAS DONE! WITH YOUR BULLSHIT! WE’RE NOW BOTH UNEMPLOYED BECAUSE YOUR STUPID MIND DIDN’T CARE TO THINK WHO YOU WERE ASSOCIATING YOURSELF WITH!” Yaoyorozu yelled. Suddenly, the fury inside of you spread faster than a wildfire. You held your hand up high, and took out some of your rage on the ravenette, by hitting her across the cheek. “WELL I’M SORRY I DIDN’T KNOW THAT I WAS ASSOCIATING MYSELF WITH A VILLAIN! I’M SORRY THAT I WAS GOING THROUGH A REALLY HARD FINANCIAL SITUATION WITH MY FAMILY!” You responded, in a voice that obviously indicated your rage at her. You quickly grabbed the glass vase from a nearby side table, and had at attempt to smash it over her head, Yaoyorozu quickly dotched, and created a knife with her quirk.

“I didn’t want it to come to this, but turns out it did. I was really in love with you, Y/N,” The ravenette said. You grabbed a nearby beer bottle and smashed it at her head, causing blood to ooze out of her head and for her body to hit the ground. “Well then, it did come to this, Yaoyorozu,” You glanced at her body on the ground.

3 MONTHS LATER

Yaoyorozu’s heels clacked against the hardwood floor of the courtroom. She held her speech paper close to her chest. She stood up to the stand and looked directly at Y/N.

“Y/N L/N, my first love, my first crush. Has now turned into my enemy. They hurt me, they hit me, they put me through hell, but knowing their situation I stayed. I stayed because I CARED. I CARED for you, but you didn’t feel the same for me. You would come home late from the bar, get drunk, you even STOLE from me and my family,” Yaoyorozu paused as she held back a sob.

“I hope you know, that I regret every single moment with you. I will never treasure our memories together. I will never remember the first day we met. I hope that I never see your face again in my life. You brought me trauma, misery, and you have brought despair to my life. You broke my faith in love. You made me believe, that love isn’t for me anymore. Because you, YOU, my first love, broke my heart into a million shattered pieces. If you ever do find a woman as good as me, then I hope she breaks your heart just as painful as your actions broke mine,” Yaoyorozu finished. The judge took about an estimated 10 minutes to think about the situation, before finally coming to a verdict. “I have decided, and the verdict is that...Y/n L/n will remain within 3,500 feet of Momo Yaoyorozu. Y/n L/n if you fail to keep this much of a distance from Momo Yaoyorozu you will be fined and if you can’t afford the fine, you will be made to do community service. Thank you,” The judge decided.

Yaoyorozu turned her back on Y/n, who was on their knees and sobbing. Attempting to run to their previous girlfriend, until security caught them.

And it was that moment, where Yaoyorozu knew, that they had once been lovers, but now, they’re enemies.

A/N: THIS WAS SO HEARTBREAKING BUT I HAD AN AMAZING TIME WRITING THIS!!!! I hope you didn’t cry lmao-

#rip reader #bnha yaoyorozu #yaomomo #yaoyorozu imagine #yaoyorozu x reader #bnha #mha x reader #fanfic #valentines heartbreak #bnha angst #yaoyorozu angst #the colosseum: sweet but psycho valentine's day

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jolynesdreams · 3 years

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prompt: “i hate you.” “no you don’t. not yet.”

tags: dom!bokuto, f!reader, mild exhibitionism, praise, oral (reader receiving), bokuto being impatient

my submission for @dailydoseofscenarios‘s Colosseum event!!! i’m not late, you guys are just early.

special thanks to @atsumuse for being my beta reader!! mimi was so patient and helpful. thank you again, love!!

“babe.” a whine fills the room and you groan internally. “come on.”

you sigh and quickly switch off your camera, going dark in the zoom call before turning around to see your boyfriend, who quickly rolls over to face you.

“i told you i had class. you said you’d be quiet.”

bokuto showed up at your house about half an hour ago, wanting to hang out, dismayed when he realized he read your schedule wrong and that you soon would have to attend your class. instead of just coming back after your class was over, he promised he would behave while he waited for you. you knew he was lying through his teeth. you curse your past self for not resisting his puppy-dog eyes, granting him permission to sit on your bed and do something to entertain himself.

“yeah, but i didn’t realize we wouldn’t be able to cuddle.” he looks at you with those same big, pleading eyes. “i know you’re not supposed to have other people with you in class, but your camera is off! no one’ll know!”

just as you’re about to respond, your professor speaks up, interrupting your conversation. “ladies and gentlemen, attendance is mandatory for this class. and if your camera is off, i can’t see that you’re here. you will be marked absent.” there is a finality in his tone, so you turn back around in your chair and switch your camera back on.

bokuto groans, not knowing how he’ll be able to sit through the remaining hour and fifteen minutes with you sitting right in front of him, forbidden from his touch.

staring at the ceiling for a moment, a metaphorical lightbulb flashes over his head. an additional 90 seconds pass before bokuto feels restless again, slipping off your bed and landing with a gentle thud on the floor.

“what are you doing?” you hiss, your eyes still trained on the screen in front of you.

“shh babe, pay attention,” he whispers all too loudly, “‘m coming to cuddle.”

bokuto crawls over to your desk quietly, an attempt to be stealthy. it’s a laughable sight, seeing a 6’3, 200lb man crawling along the floor, moving slowly and carefully. he arrives at your desk and sits next to you, placing his head on your thigh. sighing in defeat, you lower your hand to play with his hair, raking through the two-toned locks in a slow, comforting rhythm.

he closes his eyes, nuzzling into the soft flesh of your thigh. a large hand comes up to rub the skin in slow circles, smirking to himself when he feels goosebumps rise on the sensitive skin. you grip the strands between your fingers tightly to get his attention.

“do i need to remind you that i’m in class?” you whisper, annoyance dripping from your tongue.

“what?” you resist the urge to roll your eyes in response to his incredulous tone. “how am i supposed to cuddle you if i can’t touch you?”

promising yourself that you’ll tell him no the next time he asks to join you during class, you try to ignore his wandering hand so you can focus on your lecture. bokuto’s nothing if not incredibly physically affectionate — known to be a very handsy and kissy cuddler, so you hope that he’ll control the trajectory of his hands and resist the urge to leave hickeys on the outsides of your thighs.

the two of you stay like this for about ten minutes, bokuto keeping his hands still and only leaving light pecks on your skin. he shoots you a dejected look as you threaten to move him out of his comfortable spot, gently poking him and motioning silently for him to shift so you can reach the drawer of your desk for a highlighter. rather than moving to the other side of your desk so you can access your drawer, he takes this as his opportunity to slide in underneath.

when you glance down at him, gearing up to ask yet another rhetorical question, he gestures at both your thighs, as if the answer was obvious. you shift your legs to accommodate for his wide frame, giving him space to get comfortable, and not realizing the implications of what you’ve done.

under the desk and out of your sight, bokuto resists the urge to cheer aloud — he’s got you right where he wants you. he starts running his hands up and down your thighs, reeling in the fact that he can feel how responsive you are to him, loving how your body knows who’s in charge. A tingle runs down your spine and you clench when he grabs you a little harder, when he digs his nails into your soft, yielding skin with a shaky breath.

bokuto leaves kisses all over your legs, varying in pressure to get a reaction out of you. after a particularly sloppy, open-mouthed kiss, which was beginning to leave a blooming mark, you reach under the desk to try and wave him off.

your signal was received. and promptly ignored.

bokuto’s wandering hands move up, up, up, closer to where your thighs meet. with one hand, he cups your clothed pussy while the other starts kneading your thigh roughly, harder than before. you feel a wet spot forming in the seat of your panties as he manhandles you, knowing that you can do little to stop him. you’re desperate for him to escalate things, almost forgetting about the fact that you were in class.

oh, right... class. shit.

“kou,” you whine his name, trying to get him to stop so you can reorient yourself and pay attention. you hear him hum questioningly under the desk. “kou, ‘m in class! y-you can’t just d-do this right now!”

he releases the skin that’s sucked into his mouth with a pop. “oh, silly girl,” he purrs, his voice much rougher than it was just a few minutes ago. “i can. and i will.” you shiver at his commanding tone, lust bubbling in your chest.

“don’t move.” his fingers hook around the waistband of your shorts, pulling them and your panties off to the side in one fell swoop. you shudder as the air hits your hot cunt, but you aren’t left exposed for too long. not one to tease, since that requires patience, bokuto draws a slow line up your slit with his tongue, moaning as he tastes you. your thighs involuntarily clench from the pleasure of just one lick. he leaves you at the edge of your seat, hiding under your desk and taking advantage of the fact that you can’t see him — clueless as to what his next move will be.

“you move again and i won’t let you cum for a week.” you freeze and allow bokuto to pry your thighs apart. “good girl.”

his head immediately dips back down to your pussy, kissing and licking at your lips. his continuous lapping threatens to break your composure, but you resort to biting the inside of your cheek, suddenly very aware of the fact that other students could be watching your camera feed. the pain does nothing to distract you from the way bokuto slurps up your slick, but at least it holds you back from making a sound or pulling a questionable expression.

he takes one hand off your thigh and starts prodding it at your entrance, not ceasing the rapid movements of his tongue, overwhelming your senses. your professor’s voice sounds distant, as if you’re underwater, drowning under bokuto’s touch. your hands stopped typing out your notes a while ago, now finding purchase in his hair as you tug just the way you know he likes it.

moaning against your clit, bokuto adds another layer of sensations and another layer of pleasure with it. you feel your orgasm building as he finally plunges his finger into you, curling it upwards and massaging your insides. his finger pumps in and out of you, making you bite your cheek again, biting down just a tad too hard when he quickly inserts another finger into your pussy. the sudden stretch coupled with the awkward angle you’re sitting at burns slightly, but the pain is lost on you in this state, melting into pleasure.

trying to distract yourself, you look back at your laptop, seeing that your professor still hasn’t dismissed the class. glancing around the screen, you see the small box that broadcasts your camera. your shoulders heave slightly, and your jaw is visibly clenched. other than that, you’re relieved to see that it isn’t blatantly obvious what’s going on off-screen.

three more minutes, you think to yourself. i can do this.

you take a deep breath, trying to push the overwhelming pleasure to the back of your mind. at the same time, bokuto nibbles your clit gently, making you momentarily wrench your eyes shut, curbing the urge to scream from the sudden electricity you feel coursing through your veins. his fingers explore your walls even faster than before and he resumes gripping your thigh so tightly that you think you’re going to bruise. the pain combined with the constant pleasure makes you twitch and shudder, looking at the clock and hoping time would move faster.

it’s all over when bokuto wraps his lips around your clit and sucks hard, while slipping yet another thick finger inside your wet cunt. your hand flies up to cover your mouth so that it looks like you’re suppressing a yawn as the pleasure washes over your body as you cum all over bokuto’s fingers. it feels like a cannon went off. the added sensation of being watched, even though your classmates were none the wiser about what’s going on, made you cum harder than you could remember.

you bring a hand to your face to cover your mouth since bokuto refuses to stop pumping his fingers in and out of you, thankfully having had let go of your clit once you violently came. the sensation is beginning to be too much, considering that he occupies his mouth with lapping at your juices that leak around your pussy.

just as the sensations veering towards being painful, you hear your professor say that class is over and you slam your laptop shut. finally, after the torture he put you through, you’re able to lean back and look down at him.

“kou! w-what is wrong with you?” you try to sound angry with him, but your words come out breathy. you were exhausted from having to restrain yourself so much.

not once did the shit-eating grin fall as he wipes his face and the remnants of your orgasm with the back of his hand. “i was bored.”

bored? you gape at him. that’s why he did something so risky?

“you know i can’t sit still for that long. and when i came over and saw your thighs, i just couldn’t help myself.”

you huff and cross your arms over your chest. “i hate you.” you rolled your eyes to put up the façade of frustration, when you knew you couldn’t get mad at him for helping you have the best orgasm of your life.

he comes out from under your desk and looks up at you through his white lashes. “no you don’t.” he says plainly, almost softly. you give him a small smile, but the tender gesture is interrupted when bokuto reaches under your legs and lifts you by your thighs, the rough manhandling giving you whiplash from how sweetly he had just spoken. spinning you around, he carelessly throws you on the bed. the soft look is gone, replaced by a look of want, pure need.

“not yet.”

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aceavatar · 3 years

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Star Crossed

Oikawa x Reader

♡ A COLOSSEUM VALENTINES DAY COLLAB ♡

warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst, meanie kageyama :(

word count: 4,006

“Good morning, y/n,” Suga said, ruffling my hair.

I blink up at him, a soft smile on my face. “Good morning. How’re you?” I ask, handing him a coffee. It’s become routine to bring him one when I go to morning practices.

“I’m doing well, thanks. And yourself?” He gladly takes the cup, warming his hands and taking a sip.

“I’m fine,” I blink tiredly.

“That’s good. Is your brother here yet?” He asks.

I hum, shaking my head. “No, he’s racing Hinata or something. Not quite sure. I gave up trying to keep up with those two a long time ago.”

He laughs at my remark, shaking his head. “Understandable.” He looks down at me. “So, are you going to play today, or do schoolwork?” Suga asks.

“School,” I roll my eyes, “I’ve got a quiz today.” He nods, wishing me good luck, and I head to my usual spot on the bleachers, putting in my airpods along the way. Once settled, I pull out my math homework and start factoring.

After a bit, I hear distant yelling so I glance up, seeing the gym is fuller than it was a while ago. My brother and Hinata were being idiots, and so were Tanaka and Noya, while Suga busied himself with something in the closet. So much chaos.

My eyes lock with Noya’s, and suddenly all of his attention is on me. “Kags!” He shouts, running towards me.

He said that “Kageyama” made him think of my brother, but “Kags” for me was more fitting. Because “It’s shorter, like you.” And, “It’s cute! Like you!” (Noya’s words, not mine).

“Noya, good morning.” I say, smiling and waving at him.

“Mornin! Watchya doing!!” He asks, plunking himself next to me.

“Just doing homework and listening to music.” I smile at him. He’s always been a friend of mine. I’m not sure why, but we just seemed to click. Not romantically or anything, but just, our friendship didn’t make sense but it was right.

“Oooh gimme.” He holds out a hand, and I take out my left AirPod and place it in his. We usually pair ours to my phone or his and listen together, but since he was just playing, he didn’t have his.

“I’ll turn it up.” I say, clicking the button on the side a few times.

Noya and I nod along to Crazy in Love by Beyoncé. “Nice choice.” He says, whacking my shoulder.

I laugh, thanking him.

Then, it happens.

The music gets quiet, and there’s a melodic chime.

The music returns to the previous volume. I stare ahead, avoiding Noya’s now prying gaze that’s boring into me.

“Uhmmm. Miss lady. Is there something you wanna tell me?” He asks, sass laced in his voice.

I meet his eyes, and he’s smirking. I blush deeply, raking my fingers through my hair. “Shit. Fucking Siri announcing my damn messages, shit.” I mumble, face hot.

“Looks like Noya’s picking up your sister.” Tanaka says loudly, and I look up to see him and Tobio looking at us.

“Shut it jerks!” Noya shouts. “I just found her secret Spotify playlist! It’s like all death metal, it’s really weird. I-“

“Noya!” I squeak, tackling him, making the other boys laugh and/or shake their heads. Tobio just rolled his eyes.

“Thanks.” I say quietly, still wrestling with Noya.

“No problem, Kags.” He smirks, shaking his head. “But you owe me.”

“What do you want?” I raise my eyebrows.

“You to tell me everything. What’re best friends for?” He says with a grin, finally pulling himself away.

“Okay, okay. Your advice will probably be helpful at times. I haven’t told anyone, like, anyone.”

“My lips are sealed.” He mimics zipping his lips and locking it, throwing away the key, making me laugh.

“Thanks. Now go practice, idiot!” I shove him towards the court and he speeds back.

“So, are ya gonna tell me?” Noya asks.

“Oooh tell him what?!” Tanaka exclaims, making me roll my eyes.

“It was supposed to be a secret, Noya.” I squint at him. “But I guessss I can tell you.” I look at Tanaka, a playful grin on my face. “Will you explain?” I ask Noya and he nods excitedly, I knew he’d wanna break the news.

After Tanaka heard, he slammed his hands on the table excitedly. “NO WAY! LITTLE SIS HAS HERSELF A LOVER.” He says excitedly.

I blush and look away.

“Yeah and I wanna know WHO!” Noya says, “I know it starts with a T, so I thought maybe you Tanaka, but you didn’t have your phone and plus I’m sure you would’ve told me.”

“Oh sure thing dude.” Tanaka nods. “Maybe it’s Tsukkishima?” He suggests.

“Hmmm, maybe, but the nickname was T, and she calls him Tsukki. Hmm, Kuroo? His first name starts with a T.”

“How do you know he plays volleyball?” I say with a smirk, teasing.

“OH.” Tanaka says, laughing at himself.

“He does though.” I mess with him, making him shove my shoulder.

“YAMS?” Noya asks, eyes wide.

I shake my head. My phone buzzes, and I look down at it.

T❤️: hey babyyyy. i miss you

me: i miss you too!💓

T❤️: can u come over tonight🥺 i don’t have practice

me: hmmmm yeah sure :)

me: noya and tanaka found out that we’re a thing. they don’t know it’s you but i bet they’ll cover for me lmao

T❤️: bless

T❤️: well i gotta go baby i’ll text you later

me: okay bye!!💓

T❤️:😘

“Is it Takeda? If it is, we won’t judge.” Tanaka says quietly, making me laugh loudly. “No no no!” I shake my head.

“Tendou!?” Tanaka exclaims.

“Takeru?”

“Goshiki?”

I shake my head at all of their attempts.

It dawns on Noya, and he leans across the table, Tanaka copies him, and whispers, “Is it Oikawa?”

I bite my lip with a small smile.

“NO. WAY.” Tanaka gasps, jaw dropped. “That’s like, illegal!! You know who your brother is, right?!? Dude. That’s ballsy.”

I laugh at Tanaka’s ramblings.

“Wow okay, get it I guess.” Noya says, grinning. “What’s he like?”

“He’s sweet. Nothing like his on the court persona.” I say honestly. “And I really really really like him.”

“You haven’t told Kageyama, I assume?” Tanaka asks, and I shake my head.

“I just don’t know how, honestly. I’ve been dating Tooru for a little over a year now. Things are great, but just, he and my brother don’t get along. Tooru wants to try, though. But every time I even mention his name, Tobio shuts me down.”

Noya nods, eyebrows furrowed in thought. “Hey, we’re always here to help, you know.”

“Yeah, feel free to say you’re staying at my house with me and my sister or something, Kageyama knows we wouldn’t ever do anything weird. Gross.” Tanaka pretends to gag, and I laugh.

“Thank you guys.” I reach out, grabbing their hands and squeezing them.

“No prob, Kags.”

——

Later that night, I found myself in the arms of the man that was causing such a stir in my friends’ minds.

His soft lips against mine, doing exactly what made me feel warm inside. He runs his hands up and down my back, settling on my hips. My arms rest on his shoulders, and eventually move up to run through his hair, messing it up.

I sigh, pulling away to look at his face. His brown eyes gaze up into mine, and I smile gently, resting my forehead against his.

“I’m so lucky that you’re my girl.” Tooru says, eyes closing. I hum and kiss his nose, cuddling into his chest, closing my eyes as well.

“Babe. Wake up.” A soft voice says, rubbing my arm. I open my eyes to meet soft brown ones filled with love.

“Hi, darling.” I say, stretching and yawning.

“Sleep well?” He asks, pulling me closer to him.

“I did. You?”

He hums and nods, closing his eyes. “It’s early still, but I wanted to be with you before you leave.” He pouts, pressing a kiss on my temple.

“Thanks for waking me up.” I smile, putting my hand on his cheek. He turns his head, kissing my palm before going back to look at my face.

We talk about random things for about 30 minutes, like how shocked Noya was when he heard the message, and how Iwa hit him in the back of the head with a ball again.

Sadly, time passes, so that means I have to go to school.

“Bye, baby.” He says, telling me farewell at the train.

“Bye. I love you.”

“I love you too.” He smiles, kissing me quickly before I get on and head to Karasuno.

“Hey, kid.” Daichi says as I walk into the gym carrying my bag.

“Hi!” I say with a grin, hugging him.

“Thanks for coming in today.” He says, hugging me back.

“No problem. I’ve got some time to kill anyway.” Today, a bunch of people are coming to Karasuno to practice together, it’s really informal but fun and useful. I wave bye to Daichi and walk over to my friend Yui. She’s the captain of the girls team. I wasn’t able to play this year, but next year I’m going to join after basketball season.

“Y/n! Hello! Thanks for coming!” She gushes, hugging me.

“Of course! I wouldn’t miss it.” I smile at her as we start to leave the gym to change.

“Y/n! Good morning!” My brother shouts at me, and I turn around and yell good morning right back with a wave.

With that out of the way, I walk out of the gym with my friend.

In the empty club room, we change into shorts and a tshirt and head back, mindlessly chatting along the way.

“Y/n! Hello!” A familiar voice stops me outside.

“Iwa!” I grin, “Hi! Welcome to my school.” I jokingly bow, making him laugh. “You can go on Yui, I’ll be right there!”

She nods and heads into the gym, probably to see Daichi.

“Yyyyy/nnnnn,” the smooth voice of my boyfriend rings out, making me laugh.

“Hi!” I smile sweetly at him. “I’d kiss you but there are, ya know, people,” I say quietly.

He nods his head in understanding. He wasn’t going to ask for one anyway, he didn’t feel like dealing with the secret today.

“Are you going to play too, Y/n? You’re wearing athletic clothes.” Iwa notes.

“Yeah, a bit.” I say, and the three of us walk into the gym.

“That’s great.” Iwa says, patting my head.

“She’s the most pretty setter.” Oikawa says quietly, making Iwa and I both chuckle and roll our eyes.

“The great king!” Hinata exclaims, making a few heads turn in our direction.

I can sense my brother’s icy stare, and my boyfriend sends him a smirk.

Oh no, this is gonna be trouble.

I sigh, pushing my hair back. I walk towards Suga, but turn around and mouth the words “be good” to Tooru, then I do the same to Tobio.

Oh god oh no oh god oh no, repeats in my brain as I walk wide eyed to the grey haired boy for some kind of comfort. He looks somewhat out of place due to third wheeling Daichi and Yui, so when his eyes meet mine, they flood with relief.

“Y/n,” he says as I approach him, “today’s gonna be a long one.”

“You’re telling me.” I sigh, putting my hands on my head. I glance back to check on the two boys in my life, and thankfully they’re on opposite sides of the gym.

“Something the matter?” He asks, concerned.

“Just worried about my brother and Tooru.” I pause. “Oikawa.” I correct myself, and Suga eyes me.

“If he’s the mystery man I overheard Noya and Tanaka talking about, I feel sorry for your situation.” He says honestly, making my face heat up.

“Yeah.” I admit. Maybe Suga could help me if something goes awry...

After a moment of silence, he smirks at me, giving me a knowing look. “Does he really hit it till it breaks?” He teases.

“Oh god Suga!” I exclaim, shoving his shoulder, my cheeks turning red.

He laughs at my flustered state.

“He does, but so do I.” I whisper to him, making his jaw drop. It’s his turn to be speechless. I giggle, covering my mouth. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” I say, shaking my head. “Unless...”

He whacks my shoulder, “You’re too young for lewd jokes like that, young lady!” He teases, giving me a soft whack in between the words.

“You started it!” I laugh, holding one hand up in surrender, the other on my stomach from laughter.

——

At lunch time, I opt to sit with Noya and Tanaka.

“The tension between the two is so,” Noya says, waving his hand in the air.

“Thick.” Tanaka finishes for him, and we all nod. “I don’t like it.”

“Me either. And Tooru has been good, it’s Tobio who’s trying to rile things up.” I frown, pushing my food around with my fork.

“Yeah, he needs to calm down.” Tanaka agrees.

“You know what? I’ll go sit with him.” I say, pushing myself up.

“Go get em!” Noya cheers, making me laugh.

I walk over and sit down next to him, brushing his shoulder. “Y/n, hey.” He says.

“Y/n!!!” Hinata beams from across the table. “How’re you!”

“I’m fine, how about you?” I smile at him. He tells me he’s good and rambles for a bit about volleyball.

“It’s fun.” Tobio admits. “I want to go up against Oikawa, though. Haven’t had the chance yet.” He grumbles, shoveling food. into his mouth. I roll my eyes. “Oi, what was that for?” He demands, nudging me.

“Nothing, nothing.” I wave him off.

Hinata squints at us, wondering if we’ll start fighting. It happens occasionally, and in front of Hinata a good amount because Tobio “feels like he can be himself” around the orange haired boy (his words, not mine).

“Don’t fight, let’s just focus on learning from others today!” Hinata begs.

I nod, smiling at him.

“Now, I’m gonna go.” I say, standing up. I whack Tobio on the head, mumbling “behave” before walking away, waving bye to Hinata.

———

I found myself sitting in between Oikawa and Suga, kicking my legs while I drink my chocolate milk. The two boys chat with each other, making me smile. I look at my boyfriend and he ruffles my hair before continuing his conversation with Suga. Next, I look up at Suga, who’s nodding along to my boyfriend’s words. He looks down at me, fixing my hair before meeting Tooru’s eyes again.

I feel so content, two important guys in my life are getting along.

“Hey, Y/n, I- what? OH!” Tanaka says, bounding up to the three of us, Noya hot on his tail.

“It’s nice to meet you, loverboy.” Noya says, stepping from foot to foot in excitement.

Instead of lashing out, Tooru blushes a bit and looks down, acting out of character. This makes Noya grin even wider. “You’d better treat our Y/n right, and I know you do, but I need to say it, and-“ the small boy rambles, making me laugh. Suga shakes his head, whacking Noya to get him to shut up.

“We’re baaaack!” Hinata shouts, “Let’s play!”

“Y/n?” A voice I didn’t want to hear says.

I look up to meet the hard blue eyes of my brother.

“Hey, Tobio.” I offer a smile. “Why are you with him?” He folds his arms, making me roll my eyes.

“It seems like you’re ignoring the fact that I’m also with Suga, Noya, and Tanaka.”

“Still.”

“Okay, you know what, fine,” I say, taking a deep breath. Holy shit, I’m doing this. I’m doing this now of all times. Okay okay okay, get the words out, “He’s my boyfriend.”

Tobio’s facial expression changes into confusion. If his face could be a punctuation mark, it would embody “?” perfectly.

“Okay, don’t get mad-“ Tooru starts.

“No, okay, I, just,” Tobio stutters, blinking hard.

“Listen.” I tell him, putting my hand on his arm, “I love him, okay? And he’s treated me so well, and I just-“

“Give me a minute.” Tobio says, shaking his head and storming out of the gym.

“Babe,” Tooru says, gently taking my hand in his.

“Take a breath, he’ll come around.” He whispers.

“But what if he doesn’t?” I ask, trying not to tear up.

“If he doesn’t, then oh well.” Tooru rubs my back. “He’s not part of our relationship. It might even take years of him seeing how much I love and care about you, it’s not going to fade. He’ll have to see someday.”

“And,” Suga adds, “we all approve, if that helps things.”

“I can’t believe you’re dating the great king!” Hinata gushes, hugging me. “I’ll go talk to Kageyama.”

“Thanks, Hinata.” I smile, hugging him back before he runs off.

“At least he didn’t punch me.” Tooru mumbles, making me and the boys around me laugh.

———

At the end of the day, all of the guys are tired and sweaty, walking slower than they did in the morning. I walked between Iwa and Tanaka (admittedly, two guys I never thought I’d walk in between) while listening to chatter amongst the volleyball boys.

“Hey, do you think I can hang out at your house now that your brother knows?” A smooth voice asks me.

I smile, nodding. “Yeah, I think so.”

“That’s great.” He grins, lacing his fingers with mine. “Plus, I need to prove to him that I’m not actually terrible.”

“Yeah, he’s really hard headed.” I shake my head.

After a bit, we all get to the train and it’s time to say our goodbyes and go our separate ways.

“It was nice talking to you, loverboy.” Noya says, socking Tooru in the shoulder.

“Yeah, you too I guess.” He rubs the spot that got punched, jokingly wincing.

We break off from the group a bit, and I hug him. “Thanks for acting right.” I say, somewhat jokingly.

“Hey, I’m not a dick when things are important to me.” He shoots back, squeezing me closer to him.

I stand on my tiptoes and he leans down, meeting me halfway. His warm lips are against mine again, and I smile, closing my eyes.

“Hey, uh,” My brother’s voice interrupts our moment. We pull back and look at him. “This is so weird. I hope you understand how in shock I am. Y/n, we’re going to have a talk on the way home. I don’t know if I can accept this.” He scratches his neck in discomfort.

Tooru stiffens, jaw clenched.

“Tobio, I-“

“No, Y/n. Just, no.” He shakes his head, glaring at the ground.

“At least let me tell you how good he is to me. Let him show you, please Tobio.” I beg.

“I, I can’t, I just,”

“You’re too fucking stubborn.” I snap. “This is why I didn’t tell you. I knew you’d be a total dick and ruin things.”

“I don’t mind ruining things if it has to do with him.” He folds his arms.

I look back at my boyfriend, who’s obviously trying to hold himself back.

“What the hell, man?” Tooru finally says something. “I’ve literally treated Y/n well for more than a year now, and I could never hurt her. I love her, so much, and I don’t hate her for being your sister, I don’t hold idiotic grudges,”

“You do against me.”

“It’s an act, stupid. You play into it all just as much as I did.”

“Don’t start that, Oikawa.”

“Hey, Tobio, Tooru,” I butt in, “Please stop.”

“I’ll stop arguing when you dump his ass, Y/n.” Tobio says.

I shoot him a glare, then look to Oikawa, whose eyes swimming with emotion.

“I am not breaking up with Tooru. I love him, Tobio. A lot. Just, accept it, would you?”

“No. I can’t. See him for all I care, but you won’t have me.” He storms off, leaving the two of us standing there in silence.

———

Two months later, I’m sitting in my last period class. I head out of school as the bell rings, arms folded and eyes down. I don’t like admitting that my brother’s words affected me, and I especially don’t like that he made me choose between the two.

I chose the one who wasn’t a dick. The one who loves me, the one who would do anything to make me smile. The one who looks at me like I put the stars in the sky, the one who holds me at night and gives me his jacket when I’m cold. The one who sneaks my favorite candy in my backpack before I leave his house, the one who lets me pick which anime we watch. The one who kisses each of my fingers, the one who makes my heart stop, the one who supports me no matter what.

Yet my heart aches for my brother, the one that would put bandaids on my scraped knees, the one that would laugh at me when I fell, right before he’d give me a hand up. The one who helped me get ready for basketball tryouts, the one who always forgot his bag at home. The one who refuses to look me in the eye, the one who’s giving me the silent treatment, the one who makes my home life miserable every day. Why do I miss him when he’s so mean?

I kick rocks along the sidewalk, walking past the volleyball gym. I hear familiar squeaks of shoes and slamming of volleyballs on the wood floors. I peek in, praying that my brother isn’t there.

“Y/n!” Suga says, noticing my presence. I squeak and jump back, stumbling a bit. “Sorry to scare you!” He says, jogging up to me, reaching out a hand to help me up.

“It’s okay.”

“How have you been? It’s been ages!” He throws an arm over my shoulders.

I shrug.

“Not good, huh?” He frowns.

I shake my head.

“I’m sorry. You’re always welcome at my place. I know it’s closer than Oikawa’s.”

“Thank you.” I smile gently, hugging him. “I’d better go before Tobio shows up here.” I laugh lightly, pushing my hair back.

“Hmm, all right then. Don’t forget to text me though, all right?”

“I won’t. Bye, Suga.” I wave and walk away, heading to the train.

He waves bye back, heading back into the gym.

I glance back, remembering when I’d run Tobio his bag that he left on the counter.

I shake the memories out of my head.

Once on the train, I put in my earbuds, nodding my head along to the first song that came on shuffle. I look out the window, thinking.

Once I’m at the house of my boyfriend and his family, I truly feel at home. I feel warm, I feel loved, I feel cared for. In fact, I am warm, loved, and cared for here. His parents let me stay over, and I cook dinner for everyone multiple times a week.

It’s 8:00 pm now, and I’m spinning in Tooru’s desk chair while he folds his clothes.

“Hey, c’mere.” He says, sitting down on his queen sized bed, patting the empty space next to him.

I nod and stand up, then plop myself down.

“I love you.” He takes my face in his hands, moving closer. “So much.” He kisses my lips firmly. “Don’t you ever forget, missy.”

I laugh, scooting closer to him and nuzzling my face in his chest, sighing in contempt.

“I love you too, Tooru.”

‘Star crossed lovers, doomed from the start, huh?’ I think to myself, a small smile on my face, ‘What do ya know? I made it work.’

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