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not fair - ch5

in which your boyfriend is perfect in every single way... except for one and kei can't just sit back and watch you suffer...

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It’s one of those phone calls that you hope goes to voicemail.

Hey, Tadashi, just wanted to let you know that Kei and I were coming to get the car and boxes tomorrow. Sorry it’s been there for so long. That’s all it had to be. You’re repeating it in your head, waiting for the polite message and tone to come.

It doesn’t.

You don’t remember what Tadashi says when he answers the phone, don’t even know if he said anything at all. You pull the phone away from your ear, making sure that he didn’t answer and hang up or that the space between the rings isn’t just skipping. The numbers are counting up, seemingly slower than seconds typically pass by.

“Hey, Tadashi,” you start. You should have practiced or wrote a script or something, because any words, phrases, questions in your mind are gone now, leaving Tadashi to pick up the pieces once again.

If it weren’t for the tiny breath from the otherside of the phone, you might’ve hung up waiting for a response. He mutters your name first, practically lost by the hestiance and heaviness of the word. “Are you calling about coming to pick up your car?”

“Right, yea, I’m so sorry we left it there and haven’t, uh, been back to get it. We kinda just wanted to give you time because of everything and didn’t want to, yknow, rush anything or give you any trouble or-” you’re rambling on, nervous to stop. Kei rests his hand on your lower back just to let you know that he’s there.

“It’s fine, really, just, are you guys coming to pick it up?” he asks, interrupting your nervous spiel.

“Yes,” you reply, knowing that you have so much more to say, but not ready to say any of it. After being so intimate with him and Kei, you’d think that it would be easier to talk, like everything’s already been out on the table. It’s not until Kei raises his eyebrows, lets his thumb graze under your shirt and against your skin that you actually get the words out. “Do you think we could come in, too?”

Tadashi isn’t stupid. He has to know what you’re implying or, at the very least, know that the two of you want to talk with him. Kei is staring at you, the room is dead silent, and every second that Tadashi doesn’t answer is more confirmation that you’ve just made a fool of yourself.

You’re about to take it back, to backpedal without remorse in an attempt to salvage civility, but Tadashi clears his throat, unknowingly interrupting you. “Yeah, that would be okay.”

Almost too stunned to speak, you’re sure that the surprise was written across your face. “O-Okay, yeah.” It’s heavy in your throat, banging at the back of your teeth, you want to ask, clarify, make sure that you’re on the same page, but you also feel like you should quit while you’re ahead. Kei’s confusion turns to understanding when you give him a wide-eyed, short nod.

“Alright,” Tadashi replies, but still doesn’t hang up.

Tsukishima doesn’t grab the phone from you, but he talks loud enough for his voice to make it through the receiver. “Like last time?”

“Like last time,” Tadashi confirms quickly. “I’ve gotta go, but I’ll see you guys tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah, for sure, see you then,” you reply, “Looking forward to it, Dashi.” You can faintly hear the hitch in his breath followed by the low clear of his throat.

“Me too.” Click.

You bring the phone down from your ear. The weight on your chest isn’t as unbearable with the assumptions off the table. There’s still a lingering force quickening your heartbeat, but at least you can breathe for now.

“Thanks,” you say, looking up at Kei.

He shrugs. “That’s what I’m here for, bluntness.”

“And doing the hard things that I can’t,” you scoff.

He bends down, pressing a kiss onto your forehead and pushing your hair out of your face. “Definitely not all the time. It’s probably like half and half,” Kei says and then tilts his head, “Mm, maybe 60/40.”

You nod, “Yeah, but that seems pretty fair to me.” You pull back, wiping your palms on your pants. “I should bring the thing, right?”

“Why else did we buy it?”

“No, I know, I guess I’m just nervous,” you admit.

“No reason to be. You’ll be great and Tadashi will love it, you know that,” Kei reassures you.

In theory, you did know that. If you really thought about it, you knew that. The evidence backs it up, the reciprocation in excitement backs it up, and yet you can’t help but doubt the ideas that have been swarming your head since that night.

The entire walk to Tadashi’s feels heavy, steps dragging, bag weighted, Kei’s hand in yours evident. So many thoughts are taking place in your head. You try to rid them, but you can’t. The conversation from that night is on repeat in your mind. Maybe it’s a good thing, maybe it’ll make you more decisive, maybe the repetition will hammer in these clouded thoughts.

You thought that the first time coming back felt weird, but coming back the second time comes with a mix of eerie comfort and looming taboo.

It’s a blur, really, Tadashi answering the door, inviting you inside. You remember the small things like taking off your shoes and placing them neatly next to the spot that you used to every single day and when you shake your head no at Tadashi politely asking if you want a glass of water or cup of tea. The rest of it is lost, second to the anticipation and the thought in the back of your mind to book it out the front door.

You are sitting on the couch. Kei is sitting next to you. Somehow everything in your head is talking at once and they’re your thoughts, but you can’t make out a single one.

You want to just skip to the part of the night that doesn’t feel like this anymore - fidgeting just to calm your nerves, the three of you sitting in a small circle like a meeting with stale coffee, no eye contact, barely allowing yourself to breathe. Kei’s hand hovers over to yours, slowly, trying not to bring attention to itself, not for his sake or even Tadashi’s, but for yours. His grasp wraps around your fidgeting fingers, his intertwining with yours like they were meant to be there.

In a matter of seconds, you catch Tadashi’s eyes as they flicker from the intertwined hands in your lap to your eyes back to your hands and then down at his own. You can’t get a long enough look at his face to see the emotion, but you don’t really need a long look to tell you that Tadashi is feeling more nervous than you are now, as if that’s even possible.

How hard would this have been without Kei sitting here right next to you? Without Kei throughout this entire process? Tadashi doesn’t have that, doesn’t get the sweet hand hold or the supportive presence. He deserves it, though.

You take the first step, hands shaking, breath unsteady as you stand up and move towards Tadashi. You don’t know what to say once you are right in front of him, so you opt for silence. Instead, you take this time to regulate your breathing and focus on the emotions in Tadashi’s face that you couldn’t find before.

All of the doubt that you had last night (and a few seconds ago, for that matter) is fading away. Now that he’s sitting here in front of you, now that you can see the soft features on his face, can feel Kei’s assuring presence behind you, can watch the way that Tadashi waits for your next sentence, patient and attentive. Your hand moves slowly as you reach to cup Tadashi’s face, directing his attention and testing the waters.

Banging against your sternum, your heart feels like it’s going to burst out of your chest. It doesn’t calm on contact or when Tadashi leans into the touch ever so slightly and it gets much worse when the words tumble out of your mouth. You can’t help them, seeing how pretty Tadashi looks in front of you, getting flashbacks from last week, remembering how good he was for you.

“Can I kiss you?”

You don't know if this sentence takes Kei by surprise, don’t dare to look back or show an ounce of hesitation in front of Tadashi. Besides, at this moment, you’re more concerned about Tadashi, the way you can see the emotions clearly now, but you still can’t read them very well for the sake of how fast they’re changing. But you can read the nod, though slight, of Tadashi’s head after a beat of contemplation.

The kiss is sweet, warm. You have to bend down a bit more than you’re anticipating, but that only means you get to tilt his head up, bring his lips closer to yours, thumb gently pushing on the underside of his chin, fingers resting against his neck in a way that you can feel his harsh swallow as soon as you pull away. His eyes are wide, struck with something bordering wonderment, and you are drinking it in.

This has to be exactly what Kei felt like on the night that started it all.

There’s a surge of confidence for the first time since your last visit, like it’s no longer testing the waters, because you know exactly why the three of you are here. You’re not sure that Tadashi knows, but somehow that makes you feel even more assured, like he’s depending on you to guide him through the night.

And it really does feel like history repeating itself.

Still, it doesn’t matter how much you see yourself in Tadashi right now and how that means that if he is you then you would be Kei and how you know that if Kei were standing where you’re standing right now, things would unfold a lot differently. Despite the lingering pressure of this new role you’re embodying, you have to ask.

It comes out sweet, warm like the kiss you shared moments ago. “You’re okay with all of this?”

Tadashi’s nod is a touch more certain than the previous, but you follow it up nonetheless. “And it’s alright that I don’t keep asking if it’s alright?” you ask. He nods again. “If something is getting too much or you’re starting to feel uncomfortable, just say yellow.” God, saying it aloud brings you back. You remember that Kei had started touching you, kissing you at this point, but all you want to do is stare at Tadashi, see the understanding and attention. “If something is too much and you want to stop immediately, then say red and we’ll stop, make sure you’re okay.”

He nods again, but not one curt nod like the rest of them, more desperate, repetitive, like he wants you to stop talking, not because he doesn’t care, but because he knows what’s ahead and he wants it to come faster. You give in, moving your hand down his shoulder, leaning in to press your lips against his ear. “If you can’t breathe, mouth full, can’t verbally communicate, just 3 nice hard taps against me or Kei and we’ll stop.”

A whimper slips out from between his teeth in lieu of a nod, but you want to hear it in stumbling confirmation. “Understand?” mhm “Say it. Need to hear you say it, Dashi.”

“Yea- I mean, yea, yes. I understand.”

You stand up straight, towering over top of Tadashi. “I’m in control tonight.” You’re not sure how Kei looks behind you, taller than you, you know that, but you wonder if his height makes you look less in control than you feel. You wonder if his facial expression is making Tadashi doubt your dominance over the situation. You didn’t really talk about this, Kei and you, not in detail, not about power dynamics. Truthfully, if you had, you’re not sure you would be in this position right now.

It’s comfortable for you to be right between Kei and Tadashi in the order of power, but to declare that you’re in control, not just of Tadashi, but just in general, it’s stepping out of your comfort zone.

“Y-You?” Tadashi asks innocently enough, eyes flitting from you to just behind you where you know that Kei is standing. Part of you, the safe part, wants to quiet down, wait for Kei to answer for you, to either protect you or scoff at the notion. That part of you doesn’t win.

Rather, you bend down again, eyes level with Tadashi’s. “If that’s a problem, I can leave instead.”

“No, it’s not- I’m not- I didn’t- I’m sorry!” he starts immediately.

“Don’t question me again or I’ll leave,” you repeat.

“I won’t. I won’t.” Tadashi says, not a promise, but you believe it like one.

You turn around, look up at Kei. There’s still that voice inside of you looking for his permission, for his approval. You don’t think that will ever go away. This little voice inside of you comes through in the form of a silent question. If it were anyone else on the receiving end you’d think it’d get lost in translation. Am I doing okay?

“What do you want me to do?” Kei asks plainly, unwavering, like it’s not completely left field for him to be asking you for direction. It’s the perfect answer to your question.

You’re not exactly sure how you’re going to get through this night. You’re exhausted already and you haven’t even really given a command yet. You figure, however, that the best mantra to get you through the night is to just continue to ask for things that you really want. What do you want him to do?

You go with your first instinct and though your voice isn’t as strong as you want it to be, it feels good leaving your mouth. “I want you to carry me upstairs, want Tadashi to follow. And I want to be placed nicely on the bed.”

Kei moves immediately, hoisting you up and letting you wrap your arms around his neck. There’s no hesitance to just doing what he’s told. You assume, for now at least, that it’s because the tasks aren’t too demanding or degrading. You’ll be waiting for backlash for the rest of the night.

You don’t have to direct any of the demands to Tadashi. He hears you and he listens, waiting just enough time to give you a breath of space and then following you like a puppy. By the time Tadashi enters the room, Kei is placing you, exactly as you asked, nice and gentle on the bed.

It’s so much different than normal. Kei is always attentive, always makes sure that you’re taken care of, but it’s so different . His hands follow your body as he lies you down, making sure that there is a cushion of his palm between each inch and the bed as it comes in contact. God, you wish you could feel it on your skin.

“Am I allowed to kiss you?” Kei asks. You can’t detect any amount of snide smirk or tone, have to take it as sincere despite months and months of experiences screaming in your head. Your stomach is in knots and you want to say yes just because he asked, but making him wait feels like it’ll have a better payoff in the end.

“Not yet,” you say, low like a whisper. It’s not loud enough for Tadashi to hear, not meant to show your dominance or prove yourself. It’s a moment just for you and Kei. His eyebrows raise and then furrow, a remark starts to bubble, but he shuts it down before it reaches his throat. You don’t know where Tadashi is, but you don’t care either. You’re following your wants, pushing your fingertips through Kei’s blonde locks and making soft fists. “I want you to want it more.”

You let go quickly, as soon as it’s about to elicit a response, and then you press on his shoulders with the heel of your palm, digging your fingernails into the tops just hard enough for him to really feel it . As soon as he’s stood up, standing at the foot of the bed, so familiarly over top of you, you ask, “Aren’t you going to ask me what else I want?”

He swallows the alternative response and asks just that, “What do you want now, (y/n)?”

You hook your fingers into your waistband. Both Kei’s and Tadashi’s eyes follow the movement as you push your shorts and panties down to your ankles. They’re still dangling off of one of your ankles after you maneuver one foot out of one side, spreading your legs apart and realizing just how bold you’re being tonight.

You hadn’t realized, though, how wet you had gotten from just a few small actions. It was a mix of the newfound control and the way that they were both listening to you so well. It was the possibilities of tonight and how Kei, right now, was about to do whatever came out of your mouth.

“I want you to eat me out,” you say. You could’ve stopped there, short and sweet, but the words tumble out and you don’t regret them one bit, “Want you to say please and thank you. You don’t do that very often.” Kei’s jaw tightens, but he doesn’t talk back.

“And I want Tadashi to watch,” you say to Kei and then turn to face Tadashi, “I want you to watch. Like last time.” You glance down to the small tent in Tadashi’s pants, let your eyes linger as an added explanation. “Just like last time. Do you understand?” Your tone is a mixture, a condescending softness.

Tadashi lifts his hand, brings it steadily down to his bulge, but hesitates before touching himself through the fabric. “Now?” he asks.

You give a small laugh, “The show hasn’t even started yet, but yes, if you’re that desperate.”

You don’t know how quickly Tadashi is to start to touch himself because Kei hooks his arms underneath your legs and pulls your pussy against his mouth in one motion. You keep repeating to yourself that you’re in control. You have to keep reminding yourself or you would, probably instantaneously, slip back into doing whatever Kei wanted you to do.

Actually, even while you’re repeating to yourself that you’re in control, every part of you wants to close your eyes, lay back, and just let Kei do whatever he wants to do, and you know that tonight is all about what you want, but this is a once in a lifetime experience and you’re going to take advantage of it. You grab a fistful of Kei’s hair, pulling his head away from you in a way that surprises both of you.

“Say please.” It’s not nearly as cocky and confident and strong as you want it to be. In fact, it’s followed by an airy laugh from yourself because it’s so out of place. “Kei, baby, say please.”

“Please.” It’s not nearly as pleasing and desperate and appreciative as you want it to be. You cock your head.

“That doesn’t sound like you really want to eat me out,” you furrow your eyebrows. You tighten your fist in his hair. “So say please.”

His eyes widen and he groans at your harsh grip, “Please, can I eat you out?”

“I still feel like you don’t really want to taste me, baby. I feel like you don’t want to bury your face in between my legs and eat me until I come all over your face.” You’re talking down to him now and the confidence is building in your chest as you watch his facial expressions shift. His mouth is basically watering. “I know you want that, so why don’t you ask really nicely and maybe I’ll let you.”

The pleasing, desperate, appreciative tone that you wanted is there and, with it, a bit of embarrassment to have to ask for something you usually beg for. “I- Please, can I please eat you out? I want to taste you and eat you, please.” His voice is more timid than you’ve ever heard it and it’s making your stomach flutter more than how close he is to you.

“You’re gonna make me come all over your pretty face, aren’t you?” you ask, slowly pulling his face towards your pussy. He’s moving with you, mouth opening as he gets centimeters away, but you stop him. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” he nods, trying to finish the motion and bury his face in between your legs.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I’m going to make you come,” he mumbles. You can see just how much he wants to skip this part, but you’re having so much fun.

“Where am I going to come?” you smirk.

“All over my face,” Kei answers, knowing full well he’s not giving you the answer that you want.

“All… over… your…,” you say slowly, tilting his face upwards to look you directly in the eyes, watching the warmth spread across his features.

“Gonna make you come all over my pretty face,” Kei finally finishes.

“Now say please,” you tease.

“Please,” he says quickly.

“Pretty please?” you push on.

“Pretty please, fuck, (y/n), please let me eat you out. Please. I need to fucking eat you out. I need to feel your come on my tongue, need to taste it, need to please you and feel your thighs against my cheeks. Pretty please,” he spews, hoping that this time he actually gets to do what he’s been wanting to do since he knelt between your legs.

The last thing he sees before being pulled into your pussy is your huge smile. “Good boy, see, that wasn’t too hard.”

Between your legs, Kei has some ounce of control. He knows exactly what he’s doing and how to make you squirm and even though he had to say please a million times to get here and will have to stop when you say stop and follow your orders as you give them, until then, he gets to do whatever he wants.

There’s no teasing, no build up. You’re so wet, dripping from teasing him and the control you felt with Tadashi. Kei doesn’t let a drop go to waste, running the flat of his tongue between your lips and prodding at your hole with the tip of his tongue. He doesn’t want to waste another second without his tongue deep inside of your tight little hole.

He fucks his tongue in and out of you, pressing his face as hard into you as he can in an attempt to get his tongue so deep inside you. You help as much as you can, both hands at the back of his head, pulling and tugging at his hair, clawing at his neck and back and as far down as you can reach. He knows how sensitive your hole is, feels it quivering against his tongue.

He knows your body better than you do, knows exactly how to make you come. After all of the teasing you did, all of the talk, he can’t think of anything he wants more than to make you come as quickly as possible.

You weren’t going to stop him.

“Holy fuck, Kei, oh my god.”

His lips are moving against your clit as he tries to fuck his tongue into you deeper. He’s moving his entire face, the tip of his tongue harsh against your hole as his nose nudges against your clit. The motions are perfectly repetitive just like he knows you like it. The louder that your moans get and the harder that you start to squirm and the tighter your hands grip, the more motivated Kei is. “Gonna, fuck, I’m gonna come all over your pretty face,” you tell him between moans.

Your core is tightening and your body is convulsing, but you can’t let go. You need to hear him. He needs to tell you. You want him to tell you. “Kei, fuck, tell me. Please, tell me. Let me come, please. Please.” There is no remorse, not even after the fact. Part of that comes with the lack of snide remarks or tone from Kei, the other part comes with just how close you are and how hard you’re about to fall.

“Come, baby, come all over my pretty face, please, please come for me. Please come all over my pretty face,” he says against your pussy, but you can hear each word so clearly. That’s all it takes for you to come undone. You let go, head hitting the mattress harshly as you grab onto his hair even harder. His name is the only thing coming out of your mouth, the only thing on your mind until it isn’t.

“Again, again, again,” you say, repeating as you nod at him.

He listens instantly, diving back between your legs and continuing to eat you out. He doesn’t have to tell you to come the second time or the third or the fourth. You let them roll over you like waves, coming as soon as your body allows you to.

“Okay, okay, fuck, okay, that’s enough,” you breathe. He doesn’t stop, driven by the pure bliss in the reactions you’ve given him and the way that you dropped control for a passing moment. He wants to feel it again, taking control from you. You almost let him. “Fuck, Kei, enough,” you repeat, more stern this time.

He lifts his head from between your legs, face a mess, hair tangled, breath ragged. “What do you say?” you ask, not even letting him compose himself before responding.

“Thank you,” he says, and honestly, he looks just as grateful as the labored appreciation sounds.

You push yourself up despite how much you want to just sit with Kei’s warm cheek against the fat of your thigh and despite how tired you are from everything that just happened and despite how you want to hear Kei thank you forever. “Kei, get him prepped for me, yea?” You miss the initial reaction from Tadashi, only catch the end of his attempts to compose himself and the lasting redness on his cheekbones. You don’t say another word until you’ve made it to the doorframe. “Dashi, Kei’s in charge while I’m gone, listen good, okay?”

You catch the faintest glimpse of Kei’s smirk as he stands tall once again, making his way over to the corner of the room that Tadashi was frozen in. The second that you’re out of view, you let yourself breathe, let your shoulders slump and your legs wobble as much as they want. You grab your bag that you left at the front door and change in the familiar bathroom closest to the top of the stairs.

You went all out, decided that if you were going to do this, you were going to do this right. The thick main harness was just one part of the intricate buckles, straps, and fasteners. You had tried it on before, the first time that you got it. Kei helped you put it on, tightened the straps and moved each piece so it fit snug and comfortable.

The top belt sits on your waist, thick faux leather straps with buckles on each side adorned to a ring that rests on your stomach. The second set of straps holds the main ring in place, two fasteners tightly fit against your hips. You slide the dildo into the ring before tightening the straps to your liking. It’s heavy between your legs, thick and lengthy, deceivingly lifelike to the touch and eye.

As you’re putting the finishing touches onto your look, fixing the harness and making sure that everything is exactly as you want it to be, the soft and subtle noises that you’ve been hearing from the other room become louder. The noises quickly fill the entire upstairs. You’re sure at this point that Kei has asked Tadashi not to hold back, has told him explicitly not to.

There is a lot of gratitude coming from Tadashi and only as he’s practically screaming can you hear what he’s thanking Kei for.

“Thank you for getting me ready for (y/n),” Tadashi cries. “Feels so good, so good, fingers feel so good thank you, Kei.”

It sends a shiver down your spine, the amount of desperation and the sincerity of the thank you.

You gently press open the cap to the lube, letting a stream of the cool liquid coat the top side of the silicone cock. You use your thumb and palm to spread it over the skin, twisting your wrist and slathering the slick liquid all over, pouring a generous amount on the tip and watching it drip from the head. You know that it’s not really yours, that it’s not actually attached to you, that you don’t feel from it, and yet, as you push your hips forward, as the cock slides between the hole you’ve created with your fist, your core feels warm and you let out a small moan.

The walk back to the room feels like a mile. You know that the two of them are undoubtedly too enthralled in their own actions right now to notice you at the door. It’s not a bad thing though. You get to watch for a few moments. They don’t know you’re there, aren’t acting in any sort of way for an audience or praise.

Tadashi has taken your spot. His legs are high in the air, held up by his hands grasped around his ankles. Kei holds a bottle of lube in one hand and is fucking 4 fingers into Tadashi’s hole with the other.

Tadashi’s cock, rock hard and angrily red, is slapping against his stomach every time that Kei’s fingers bottom out. The back of his head is pressed into the mattress so hard, but his eyes are trained on Kei, bottom lip quivering whenever involuntary noises weren’t tumbling from them, sheets bunched up against sweaty palms.

You could’ve watched this all night. You’re sure that if you hadn’t interrupted them they would’ve continued all night, partially because you didn’t give them instruction to stop, but also because the determination and joy in Kei’s demeanor matches Tadashi’s desperation perfectly. There’s something about Kei’s actions that makes it incomparable to how he acts with you, something about the fact that even though he’s in control, he’s just following directions.

“Is he ready?” you ask, followed by an observation, “Looks like you’re just doing this for him now.”

They’re startled at your voice, immediately taken out of the intense moment that the two of them were in, but there’s no disdain for the deprivation of the transfixion. The only word to describe the look on their faces is gawking. There is less surprise in Kei’s given he’s seen you in it before, but that doesn’t stop the harsh swallow or the dwelling gaze over your chest, down to your waist, following the straps.

Tadashi isn’t as subtle. His face is bright red, blushing, gasping for air from just being stretched. He pushes up from the bed, props himself on his elbows, and just stares. You can practically feel his heartbeat from where you’re standing in the doorway. “Is that for me?” he asks, void of the confidence the question deserves, tongue wetting his lips.

You walk over, agonizingly slow, cock in hand. “Why don’t you turn around and I’ll show you?”

By the time you’ve made it to the edge of the bed, Tadashi has scrambled over himself and gotten on all fours, as if any delay would result in you giving up on the notion. You climb onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress as you take in the sight before you. Tadashi looks rigid, not knowing when the next order or movement is coming, eyes forward on the pale wall.

The second that the soft skin of your palms comes into contact with his hips, he melts into you, pushing back into your touch. His shoulders slump, head falls down, staring at the comforter below him instead. “Is this alright? Are you ready?” you ask, leaving one palm resting on his hip, but using the other hand to guide the tip of the dripping dildo against Tadashi’s stretched hole.

The answer is evident in the urgency of his whimpers and the desperation in his reactions, but you need to hear it coming out of his mouth. “I’m not going to fuck you until you tell me you’re ready for it,” you clarify.

“Yes, yes, I’m ready, please,” Tadashi answers.

“Good boy.” There’s only a second between the finishing of your praise and you pressing your hips forward. It’s slow, but the pace is necessary no matter how badly you want to watch him take it all right this instant. You’re using your hand to guide the thick cock into Tadashi’s tight hole. You don’t need to physically feel it to know how tight it is, to see the rim swallowing the dildo.

The moans and whimpers have ceased, replaced by labored breaths and diffused whines. You’d ask him questions, try to elicit some sort of verbal reply to the process, but he looks so focused on taking your cock. Still, you guide him through it, not just with the small kneading that you’re doing into his hip and the slow pace you’ve adapted, but with small coos of appreciation. “You’re doing so great, Dashi, fuck. It looks so good back here, you taking my nice thick cock just like that.”

As soon as you don’t need your hand to guide the dildo, you lace it into Tadashi’s hair. It’s so soft. You can barely grasp any of it, can’t reach until he picks his head up and pushes it back into your hand. You feel disgustingly powerful now, hand weaved into Tadashi’s hair, slowly thrusting in and out of Tadashi’s ass.

It takes a few beats for Tadashi to fully stretch around the girth of your cock, but with every gentle fuck into him, his whines turn back into whimpers which turn into throaty moans. “Can I go faster now?” you ask with a genuine softness. “Can you handle it?” with less genuine softness. He nods, choking out a few yeses amongst the noises.

You reward him with praise once again, “Good boy, huh, Tadashi? Are you my good boy?” You punctuate the question with a hard thrust, your hips meeting his ass in one fluid motion. His hair is tugged by your harsh grip and, with it, his lax body every time that you pull your hips away.

He’s putty in your hand, malleable. The harder that you fuck him, the louder his moans get, the more power you feel. “Fuck, Dashi, it’s like I can fucking feel how pathetic you are squeezing my goddamn cock. So tight, so fucking perfect.” Your hips are on fire from repeatedly slamming into him, your palms are so sweaty that you can barely get a good grip, resorting to using your nails to anchor in place instead. Praise keeps falling out of your mouth so quickly that you’re not even sure what you’re saying half the time. It’s fast and you’re in control and he’s listening to you and you’re so drunk with this feeling.

You can’t stop ramming into him, glad, actually, for once that you can’t feel how good Tadashi’s tight hole is squeezing your cock. It lets you fuck him relentlessly, no worry in the world about stamina even if your glutes and core are on fire from the constant motion. You don’t want to stop, can’t, not with how fucking perfect he looks, not with how fucking obedient he’s being.

“I know you just want to be good, Dashi, fuck, we’ll teach you to be good, you’re being so good,” you moan.

It’s like you’re a completely different person here, so vastly different than the last time you were in this bedroom. You don’t miss it, not even a little bit. Well… at least not at this exact moment.

With no word from you, Kei has just been standing there, behind you, just watching . All of your attention is on Tadashi, soaking in his noises and body language, you’ve barely even noticed Kei. One quick glance over your shoulder and you can see how mesmerized he looks taking it all in, seeing you in this new element. You see the bulge in his pants, the little satisfaction that he is getting from his own palm. After doing so much already, he deserves better than what he’s giving himself now.

“Do what you do best, Kei. Abuse his throat,” you command, trying to keep a steady voice through your wandering thoughts and thrusts. You don’t have to ask him twice, barely have to finish the three word demand and he’s walking around to the other side of the bed.

He gets to see the side that you don’t get to see, the mouth agape and wet lashes. All that you get to see is the smirk that plagues the bottom half of Kei’s face as soon as Tadashi is in view. Your thrusts are slower now, but still at a steady enough pace to appreciate the subtle ripples in the fat of Tadashi’s ass, letting Kei get a good hold on the situation, giving up just a small fraction of your control so that Kei can have his way with Tadashi.

You offer a bit of advice as Kei is undoing his buckle. “It’s easy to pleasure Kei,” you breathe, “You just let him do whatever he wants to you.” You can practically feel Tadashi tighten around you.

“Open,” Kei says as soon as his cock is exposed to the air. “Wider than that, Tadashi, don’t insult me.” Both of Kei’s hands are braced on either side of Tadashi’s face as Kei pushes the tip of his cock past Tadashi’s lips. “Just like that, good.” Kei’s voice is monotonous, if only a bit condescending. “Keep that hole nice and tight for me.”

You watch Tadashi shiver as he drinks up every single word. Tadashi has been on the reciprocating end of Kei’s smart mouth before, but not like this. Even the last time he was in this room with the two of you, the directions that he was following only affected himself. Tadashi knows how poor he’s been at pleasing you in the past and he really just wants to be good, wants to listen and learn.

Kei shallowly thrusts in and out of Tadashi’s mouth, the head of his cock repeatedly slipping past Tadashi’s wet lips. “Use that slutty fucking tongue, Tadashi. You’re not doing anything, just sitting there getting railed, the least you could do is move your tongue.” Kei lets his head fall back, something evidently changing in the technique that Tadashi is using. “Good.”

The more that Kei seems to be enjoying it, the deeper his thrusts go, the faster his pace. It doesn’t take long for Kei to start using Tadashi like he uses you. If Tadashi didn’t look like he was enjoying himself as much as he did, pushing back onto your cock, whimpering and gagging around Kei’s, you would have stopped and taken his place.

He couldn’t make you come for years, even as you tried to guide him, begged him as you cried out instructions, but there was something so different about the way he’s going down on Kei.

You had directed him in the past, nudged his face where you wanted it to be, wrapped your legs around his neck to pull him deeper, but none of it mattered. He just couldn’t make you come.

But there was something so distinctly different about the way Kei was treating Tadashi. There was no begging or asking, and directing wasn’t the right word, neither was guiding. Kei now has a commanding hold of Tadashi’s face, one hand on either side as he moves Tadashi’s mouth up and down his cock. His hips are still, letting Tadashi’s head bob through the complete motion.

When Kei’s methods catch your eye, you can’t help but stop to take it in, no longer watching the ripples in his skin as your hips meet his ass, now watching it unfold from this angle, from behind Tadashi, your cock engulfed by his tight hole.

Kei’s long fingers bracket Tadashi’s face, pushing into his jaw, neck, cheek, wherever he could reach, and wherever he needed to adjust to get the most perfect angle. It’s mesmerizing.

And it’s so different from the way he handles you. Sometimes he holds your face like that, moves you so agonizingly slow on his length that your throat will hurt for days after, but there’s always an amount of trust.

This in front of you? The way that Kei is so meticulously moving Tadashi, the way that he’s leaving nothing up to assumption or interpretation, this is Kei teaching.

He’s wordless about it, doesn’t teach Tadashi through verbal instructions or lengthy explanations, he just shows him exactly what he wants. It’s almost more condescending than if Kei was talking down to him in a way, like he’s too stupid to understand what he means, so he can only show him.

You don’t think Tadashi catches this or thinks this far or has any thoughts at all right now other than controlling his breathing and every single muscle in his mouth and throat. It’s not a normal state of being, you know that well.

You catch a glimpse of Kei’s face, manage to pull your attention away from the thick cock splitting Tadashi open and Kei’s strong hands on Tadashi’s jaw. His face is strewn with pleasure and concentration. You don’t normally get to watch Kei from this angle nor this intently. You watch his eyebrows furrow together, his jaw clench between slow exhales, his features soften and his eyes flutter close every once and awhile. You’re cursing yourself for never having filmed the two of you having sex. You would watch this on repeat if you could.

“Kei,” you breathe, ready to repeat yourself on account of how quiet his name is in comparison to the lewd sounds that are bouncing off the walls. Kei looks up at you immediately with an air of confusion, waiting for another command or instruction. When nothing else comes, he doesn’t break eye contact like you thought he might. He’s not paying attention to Tadashi save for the mindless thrusting. “God, you look so good right now.”

He clicks his tongue at the compliment, shaking his head a small amount before returning his focus, looking back down almost quick enough to hide the subtle blush on his cheekbones. You don’t force him to look back at you, though you know that you could, but you still want to have some sort of contact with him. You are becoming increasingly aware of how much you want to be where Tadashi is and how much you want to feel Kei’s skin on yours.

Tadashi’s voice pulls you out of it, the repetition of your name that follows his gasping for air. “Want, want to- So good- Need to come,” Tadashi manages to get out in between harsh swallows and intakes of air.

“Not yet.” It comes out of your mouth without any thought and you realize why Kei does this so often. The sense of power that comes alongside controlling Tadashi’s orgasm is mindblowing. Even if he came right now, didn’t listen to you at all, you would have rode this high for weeks.

Tadashi does listen, though. He whimpers a small okay before Kei starts using his throat again. You claw your fingernails into his hips, pressing hard enough to leave small indents in his soft skin, and you pull him onto your cock to match your thrusts. “Look at that, see, you didn’t need to cum, not yet, Dashi, being such a good boy.”

Kei only gets to fuck Tadashi’s throat for a few moments before Tadashi is pulling away once again. “I- I can’t hold it any longer, please,” Tadashi’s voice cracks as he begs. “Please.” You pull out in one motion leaving Tadashi gaping and empty in front of you.

“Then come, Tadashi,” you say in a tone that is eerily as condescending as Kei’s. You run your hands down Tadashi’s side, grabbing onto his ass and spreading him open as wide as you can. “If you can’t hold it, then cum.”

Tadashi is thrusting into the air. “I- I can’t.”

“You’ve come without touching yourself before,” your voice is stern but steady at first, but as you keep thinking about it, there is a simmering underlying anger that is emerging. “Sat right there on the corner of the bed and came in your pants like a pathetic little cuck.”

You grab Tadashi by the shoulder, flipping him over onto his back. “Kei, pillow under his head so he can look at me while I’m fucking talking to him.” Kei doesn’t hesitate for a second, puts the pillow underneath Tadashi’s head so that his line of sight is directly at your face, eyes narrowed as you continue.

“When no one is paying attention to you, when you’re watching your ex get railed and satisfied in a way that you never could, you lose your mind. You’ll shoot your load, make a fucking mess all over yourself, but when I’m here giving you everything that you could ever want, you can’t fucking come?”

You positioned yourself between Tadashi’s legs, the head of the dildo grazing his hole. “What? When Kei tells you to do it you can, but when I tell you to come after pounding my fat fucking cock in and out of you, you can’t? Do you know how fucking pathetic that is?”

Tadashi’s chest is rising and falling faster, his breath is labored and he’s not breaking eye contact with you. You can tell just how close he is.

“I won’t tell you again. Instead, I’ll just fucking leave. Come. Now.” You wrap your hand around his throat, leaning your weight into your grip as his face scrunches up in ecstasy. His lips are moving, but no sound is coming out and only when you ease up on your grip can you hear the gratitude that he’s repeating in between the grunts.

His come spills from the head of his cock, lazily dripping down the sides of his rock hard erection and down his twitching balls. He’s struggling to keep his hands at his side and not jerk himself off through his orgasm.

“Is that all it took?” you scoff, pressing the head of the dildo against his asshole, catching some of his come as it drips down. “Still hard though, right, Dashi? Still want to get fucked?” You don’t give him time to answer before pushing your hips forward, slowly spearing him with your cock as tears fall from his eyes.

“Yes, fuck, please, I want to come again,” Tadashi begs, eyes not leaving yours.

“Greedy,” you shake your head, but you can’t hide your smirk as you pick up the pace. In this position you get to watch his face as you ruin him. The tears that are running down his face, wetting his cheeks and long lashes, just make it that much hotter. His cock is slapping against his stomach as thrust in and out of him.

It doesn’t take long before his breaths are closer together, back is arching, hips rolling, and he’s nodding in your direction. “I- I’m already so close. Can- I need- I want-.”

“What do you want? Tell me and I’ll give it to you. You’ve been so good, came for me without anything but my voice, took Kei’s cock so well, just tell me what you want,” you say.

No one has touched his cock all night, covered in his own come, violently twitching against himself as it slaps against his stomach.

His eyes are screwed shut, thrusting up into nothing, consequently fucking himself on your cock, you’re sure that he’s going to ask to touch himself. In your mind, there’s no other option, nothing that he would feel comfortable enough asking for.

It leaves his mouth so confidently. He trusts you so much, knows that you wouldn’t have said it if it wasn’t true, so he asks for exactly what he wants and he’s so assured as he does.

“Want Tsukki’s mouth on my cock.”

You look up to see Kei’s reaction, refuse to do it if there is any sort of discomfort or distaste, but there’s nothing of the sort. He gives a short nod, a nod that Tadashi is too fucked out to notice. You don’t slow your pace or allow a falter in your rhythm as you watch Kei climb onto the bed. He’s gentle as he takes Tadashi’s cock into his mouth, captures the head first, swirling his tongue around the tip before taking the entire length. Kei doesn’t seem to struggle much, easily takes it to the base.

Tadashi is surprised despite the fact that he’s the one that asked for it so nicely. His eyes flutter shut, truly taking in every single feeling and sensation that is happening to him right now. Tadashi’s hips are thrusting up into Kei’s mouth now, moaning as he slides down Kei’s throat and then falls down onto your cock.

“Gonna- Can I? Please,” Tadashi can barely say more than two words at a time, but you know exactly what he’s asking for.

“Go ahead, Dashi, come, you deserve it.”

As soon as you say the word, he’s coming down Kei’s throat. You watch it drip from the corners of Kei’s mouth as Tadashi keeps thrusting desperately. Tadashi is thanking you and thanking Kei and mumbling other words that you can’t quite pick up. His hands are roaming, trying to find a place to land. One finds a spot lightly on Kei’s shoulder and you meet the other hand with your own, locking your fingers with his as he holds onto you through his orgasm.

Kei waits for Tadashi to calm down before pulling his head off of his cock. Kei wipes his lips and you can tell there's a smart comment that wants to come out so badly, but he doesn’t get the chance to say it.

“Thank you,” Tadashi says, eyes shutting every other second. You’re surprised that he’s still awake after two back-to-back orgasms like that. His eyebrows furrow and he perks up just a little bit, “but, wait, what about- what about you guys?”

You shake your head, carefully getting up from the bed, cautious not to disturb Tadashi as Kei gently positions him more comfortably in bed. You unbuckle the straps on your harness, taking it off and stepping out of it. You feel so light without the extra weight between your legs.

You manage to get in bed before Kei reaches for the covers and extra blankets. “This wasn’t about us,” you assure Tadashi. “Thank you for letting us in and for trusting us enough to do this again.” You feel the mattress dip behind you as Kei climbs underneath the covers he’s laid on top of the two of you.

In the morning there will be more to say, more conversations to be had, boundaries to set and feelings to talk out, but for now… for now you are happily in bed, surrounded and warm, and you know that your company is too.

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starsformyuniverse · 3 months

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|Reconciliation|Bokuto Kōtarō|

Synopsis: Y/n l/n and Bokuto live two completely different lives.Your settling down and in law school while he's still playing volleyball.With a shocking turn of events, will you two reconcile again?

|01: The first day of forever

12:00pm

*Deep breath* I can do this

1:00pm

He should be here soon.

1:15pm

He's a little late. No big deal...

2:00pm

He should have been here by now.

4:00pm

He's not coming, is he..?

You sighed deeply, taking the bottle of juice out of Oikawa's hands. You take a swing and gaze at the floor with tear-stained eyes. Today was supposed to be perfect; you were supposed to get married and spend the rest of your life with your fiancé, (F/N).Now that plan has gone to shit, he left you at the altar. The asshole didn't even bother to tell you face-to-face. You could have gone home or gone to a friend's house, but part of you thought maybe he would have a change of heart and come running back and marry you anyway. But he never did, and he never will. Did he even want to marry you in the first place? You weren't entirely sure, but you knew you had to pull yourself together. Not right now, but you will have to eventually.

"Hey..N/n. Look, I'm really sorry for how this day has turned out." Your best friend, Oikawa, frowns at you. "No, it's fine. I have suspected this. He's been acting weird lately, anyway." You explained, checking the clock.Truth be told, he has been acting weird lately. He would come home late, not text back at all, and not even be there when you were there. You thought maybe he was doing extra planning and did not want you to know. You knew deep down the truth—you knew he was cheating but was deep in denial until today.

5:15pm

You grimaced at the time. Was it that late already? You weren't really sure what to do. You could go home and confront him, or you could go with your friend back to his place. Both plans weren't going to work. Oikawa, who flew out for this special day.He had to fly back the next day for a tournament in Argentina, and you shared an apartment with your fiancé. Or x fiancé now.

"You did?" He asks, turning to you, shocked as he puts down the bottle of juice next to him.

You nodded. His phones have been pinging a lot, and he hasn't even been around as much," you tear up.You wish you figured it out sooner, or at least believed your gut beforehand.

He raises an eyebrow and frowns. "Why did you want to marry him then?" Oikawa knew you loved this guy, and the fact that this guy did this to you hurt him. He loved you to death and wanted you too be happy.

"I don't know. I thought maybe if I still married him, it'd work. I guess not. He still ran off." You shrugged and were completely done talking about this subject. He noticed your reaction and decided to say something else.

"Maybe, just maybe, in a way, it's good?" He asked, unsure of your reaction. Don't get him wrong; he liked the guy at first. But now he was glad you didn't get married.

"Maybe. I'm kind of glad I didn't get married. Though. " You admit and smile a little as you look at him. "Really?" Tooru was shocked and smirked. "Yeah. I loved him and all, but... I didn't love him as much as I thought."You explain as Oikawa cuts in, laughing, "As much as you loved Kotaro?" It was not a shock. You and Bokuto dated in high school, and everyone thought you two would end up together. You grew up, graduated, and moved on. But as much as you try to deny it, everyone knew. They knew you never really got over him.

"You might be right, but I will never see him again."

A/N: The original story is mine too on my other account!!Anyways I hope you guys liked the first part !! I have more chapters ready <33

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years

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Old Friends

Being a Coach for MSBY and Team Japan

Featuring Tadashi Yamaguchi

and Kentaro Kyotani

MSBY featuring Tadashi Yamaguchi x GN! Reader; Team Japan featuring Kentaro Kyotani x GN! Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: This is an Anon request

🏳️‍🌈 Please Like, Share, Comment to support my writing 🏳️‍🌈

MSBY (Tadashi Yamaguchi)

Growing up you always knew what you wanted to do!

That's right- coach and/or play professional volleyball 🏐

You grew up in Miyagi prefecture, right next to your childhood bestie, Yamaguchi

This is pre-Tsukki days 💅🏼

You both would play volleyball and other sports during the long summers

"YN you are so good at sports"- Yamaguchi would always tell you

When you moved away, you always kept in contact with Yams

Please he's one of those people who values all friendships 🥰

As you grew older, you decided that coaching was more your style

Enter MSBY 🙌🏻

I just want to say YN, thoughts and prayers for what you go through daily 😅

Now Yams knew you coached MSBY and he told you about the bubbly ginger who he went to high school with

You never mentioned to Hinata that you knew Yams because it's just never came up 🤷‍♀️

We keep things professional here

So when Yams reached out, asking if youd like to get lunch you immediately said yes!

He agreed to meet you at the MSBY gym so you could walk to the restaurant

When Yams showed up, Hinata about lost his ever loving mind 🤣

"YAMAGUCHI YOU CAME TO VISIT ME"- Hinata 🥺

"Actually"- Yams 😅

"Oh my god, wait did you go see Kageyama before this??"- Hinata 😑

"Umm no"- Yams

"SCORE! I always knew you liked me better than you liked him!"- Hinata says, punching the air

You walk over to Yamaguchi who looks at you and smiles

"Oh YN! This is my friend from his school Yamaguchi!"- Hinata says introducing you

"I know Hinata, I've been friends with Tadashi since I was a kid"- you say greating your friend

Hinata 👉🏻👁👄👁 really???

"Yep!"- you 🥰

There's a few seconds of awkward silence before Yamaguchi says "well YN we should head out"

"I'll be back in a while Hinata. Don't you DARE step foot on that court until I get back or I'm not putting you in the starting line up"- you 😑

Hinata 👉🏻👁👄👁 umm yeah ok...

You leave with Tadashi to enjoy a peaceful meal and catch up with and old friend ❤️

Team Japan (Kentaro Kyoutani)

You've been friends with Kyoutani for years

He's definitely onenof those people who cherishes friends whi stand by his side

And may times you baled him out of trouble YN 👀

You also supported his desire to play volleyball

And he supported your desire to coach a sport you loved

While you loved to play, your real talents lied in managerial work and coaching

You were able to keep track of plays, stats and you knew the game perfectly!

You'd often practice with Kyoutani after school and on weekends 🏐

After high school, Kyoutani joined the Sendai Frogs and you went on to manage various teams

Until finally... it happened 😳

You landed a dream job coaching Team Japan 🙌🏻

Seriously what an honor!!

When you told Kyoutani, he was so proud of you it was unreal!

He asked you out for celebrate drinks after your first week of coaching

He agreed to meet you ag the gym

Not sure if that wad a great decision but here we are 😅

You were talking to Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, Athletic Trainer about the teams work outs when Kyoutani entered the gym

You and Iwaizumi both said "hey Kyoutani" at the same time

Que 🎶 when he looks at me, nd I look at him and he looks at me and I LOOK AT HIM 🎶

It's beautiful

"You know Kyoutani YN?"- Iwaizumi questions

"Yeo we've been friends for many years. How do you know him?"- you ask

"We played volleyball together"- Iwaizumi says

Kyoutani joins you just as a group of idiots emerges 🙄

"Hey isn't that mad dog"- Hinata says

Kyoutani 👉🏻😐🙄

"Hinata shut up!"- Kageyama shouts

"I remember your crazy cut shots from high school! Dude they were so insane"- Hinata gushes

"Thanks"- Kyoutani says

"Kyo we can get going if you'd like"- you say

Everyone 👉🏻✋🏻

"You know mad dog YN?"- Hinata

"Who do you think taught him that cut shot?"- you 😏

Hinata 👉🏻❤️👄❤️ YN TEACH ME

"Boke! Leave the coacj alone!"- Kageyama shouts

You roll you eyes and head out with your friend for a nice lunch and catching up 🥰

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soranihimawari · 2 years

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Sunshine Days

Word Count: 2.2 k

Happy birthday you speed demon crow! Hehe

Pairing: timeskip! Hinata x art restoration!reader

The last time you saw your classmates from your graduating class in Miyagi was during a post-grad party. A few friends and former rivals via volleyball clubs came to attend the potluck at the neighborhood park. You were extended an invitation from Yachi, your science lab partner that year, who mentioned someone on the team had asked about you recently. To be fair, you were surprised someone had expressed an interest in you because compared to them, you were simply ordinary: you weren’t part of any particular team nor were you that great in the humanities (or at least good enough for an honors club), but your talent was an old one—cartography. Making maps ever since you were able to read cardinal directions transformed from a hobby to an art form. Yachi found an old sketchbook of yours and thanks to a family inherited trait of photographic memory, the detailed train map for Miyagi color coded and all, had her curious enough to return it to you.

So, here you were at this party, right? Everyone had gone home like it was agreed upon to change into something more ‘park friendly.’ A net was thrown up between two trees where several volleyballs were resting on the ground, and by the time you had arrived with your responsibility of plastic ware and backup cups, a three on three match had started. Yachi sees you and offers a wave before excusing herself from the group of former managers she was catching up with to greet you.

Embracing you, she exclaims how she thought you weren’t coming.

“And miss this?” you asked, nodding your head to the side where a tall blonde said, ‘nice kill.’ “No way.”

Yachi laughs saying Tsukki is just as calm as ever. Yamaguchi’s turn to serve makes the other dynamic duo comprised of the co-captain and wing spiked slightly nervous since the spear was greatly honed the last three years. She offers you some food and you see there are a nice spread of varying onigiri flavors as you wave to others who knew you in passing. You’ve come to a few games and while you were spotted taking a bite of a fatty tuna roll, Yamaguchi sort of laughs when his friend with bright hair misses his classmate’s toss.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say Hinata is a bit distracted,” Tsukishima says.

“Like every time Yachi’s friend is here, huh Hinata?” Yamaguchi chuckles.

Kageyama clicks his tongue before pulling Hinata to the side saying to get it together because this is his last chance to toss to him. Sure, the season ended with them at nationals again, but when they were defeated they kept playing during lunch.

“Just because I think yn’s sweet doesn’t mean that I like yn, does it?” Hinata says.

“Yes it does!” Yamaguchi smirks. “Look, you’re cheeks are gonna hurt of you don’t stop smiling like that!”

And so the game continues.

The potluck ends with you making more friends by association; it also ends with Hinata asking if he can walk you back home. Truthfully, he was the only other one who walks in the same direction as you, so his presence and offer doesn’t bother you. He talks animatedly about how he’s excited to spread his word and become an even better volleyball player abroad. You stop walking in the middle of the sidewalk by Ukai Jr’s convenience store.

“What?” your voice is wobbly.

You hadn’t intended to sound like you were going to cry, but when the second person from the team chose to ‘adopt’ an ambivert like yourself and pulled you out of your shell a bit during lunch breaks, tells you he’s skipping the country you weren’t sure how to handle the news.

Hinata stops and turns to see you, a sting wind billows through the trees, the leaves at the bottom of your feet dance in the air as your hair moves across your chest. The hair elastic does little to pull your hair back on the half updo you had earlier today. His chestnut brown eyes widen as he feels the impact of the words he had just said. Sure, Hinata is bright as his personality projects, and when he considered you a bit more unique to him in relation to private friendships, you seemed a lot closer than most—mainly because when you agreed to go into the haunted house class 3-4 did for the fall club festival with him, he grabbed your hand when he tried to remain nonchalant during a jump scare. You squeezed his hand back reminding him you were going to be right there. No questions asked since according to you, you weren’t one to abandon a fellow classmate behind; he thanks you by getting through the maze and buying you an orange mochi.

“I thought I told you?” Hinata tilts his head to the side.

“No,” you reply, a broken smile is forcefully strewn across your face. “You didn’t.”

You shake your head, mentioning you think he’d excel, saying something like if he’s anything like the sun, he’d be a star in no time. So you pass him by, a bit hurt, but Hinata does not miss the glassy sheen of your eye. He thinks he had more time to tell you how this wasn’t the way he imagined seeing you a few weeks before leaving, rather he wanted to confess, but even he screwed that up. What good was confessing to you now when you’re not sure when (or if) he’d ever come back home?

And so, five years go by in a blink of an eye. You work from home after landing an art restoration job post master’s graduation; you still keep in contact with your friends from high school, even going so far as receiving a surprise ticket for an Olympic Game series when Kageyama makes the national team. You sit alongside Yachi, Yamaguchi, and coincidentally Tsukishima, cheering for your classmate. The blueberry boy was always so serious, but he spots you all encouraging him to play his best. Kageyama decides to make a mental note to text Hinata later on that you were there. When he does so, halfway across the world, Hinata thinks back to how the night before he departs he had wanted to spill his heart out saying his timing is awful, but he doesn’t. Something that night after seeing you in a group photo with the setter made Hinata‘s nose scrunch in jealousy.

As scouts came from all over the world to Brazil, Hinata's hard working attitude pays off—he is invited to in person tryouts for the MSBY: Black Jackals. The sunshine crow heads back to where former friends and rivals greet him after watching him take flight. During the broadcasted signing interviews for the new V League members, you were sitting in a bar with Yachi. It was a girls night out where the two of you along with Tanaka-ne and Kiyoko enjoyed catching up with each other and though you were old enough to drink, you almost spat out your beer when you saw a flash of cropped orange hair.

“Holy shit,” you curse, pointing at the screen.

His name is in bolded kanji at the bottom. The bartender comes back saying he knew that kid was going to be famous especially since, “oh the Jackals stop by at least twice a week when they’re in town for a match for post game drinks.”

The girls you’re out with decide to let you in on a years long secret. Sure, Hinata kept in contact with them all here and there, but when Yachi decides to rip off the bandaid like a densely sensitive brow wax, you brace yourself for what seemed like bad news, only it wasn’t:

“Hinata likes you,”’she says.

A blush creeps on her cheeks while you utter an astonished, “You’re kidding.”

“Nope,” Saeko says laughing. “Anytime Hinata came over to hang out with Ryu, he asked for advice on how to confess. I’ve never seen him more smiley before when it wasn’t volleyball related… don’t tell me you couldn’t tell at all?”

You drank the rest of your beer.

“I was pretty oblivious, back then,” you said, curling a hand under your chin when you leaned against the table. “Good for him though…Who are you texting Hitoka?”

“A friend from work,” she lies. Her phone is tucked away in her clutch purse as a familiar contact name sends a word of thanks.

Several hours later, you’re sober enough to make it up the stairs for your apartment entrance. Greeting the bellhop and security guard, you press the up button. Your feet slightly ache from the walking you did after paying the tab (next time it would be Kiyoko’s turn), your jacket is thrown over your shoulders, but when you see a familiar figure outside your door, you almost drop your keys in your hands.

“Hey,” a familiar voice greets you. It’s stronger now than when you were younger. You see him in dark suit pants and a rolled up collared shirt.

“How—?”

“Yachi,” his phone is in his hand when he points to the text conversation he had.

“I’m gonna kill her,” you mumble, pinching the bridge of your nose before you shake your head to return attention to your surprise visitor. You exchange a brief salutation as you invite him inside. He’s awfully quiet as you tell him to have a seat in your living room. You pull your hair back into a ponytail and toss your jacket over the chair in your vanity. Hinata walks around viewing the varying photos you have of family in the frames. There’s one with your parents from university graduation and the next one is of your master’s degree. In between those frames were your degrees, one with Yachi during your first girls trip to Thailand, another with a very tipsy Tsukki who is held upright by you and Yamaguchi, all of these achievements made Hinata feel a little left behind, yet another item caught his eye. It was an envelope meant for a file folder and as his curiosity got the better of him, he opens it to find a sketch of him when he was younger and on the back the title next to your signature makes him turn to look at you. Hinata, twenty-two years young takes a leap of faith before he picks you up and presses his lips against yours. You don’t push him away, you can’t, especially when he’s so close to telling you how torturous it was being without your encouraging words, or how whenever he was lost in Rio, he thought of how your maps would have helped him come home. In his kiss, you taste the passion he reserved for you, the regret for not telling you sooner, or when he cups your face, you smile against his lips when he gives both of you a chance to catch your breath.

“I’m sorry,” is the first thing he says to you.

“Don’t be,” you press a kiss on the inside of his wrist. “You needed to grow, Shō.”

“But leaving you behind without telling you how I feel?”

You let out a low laugh. He pouts at your reaction before tilting your face up.

“You just told me how you felt,” you inform him, a hopeful spark to pick up where you left off is telegraphed and under your hands, you feel how the years abroad were kind to his physique.

Hinata kisses you again more form than before telling you to stand still: his hands wander lower until you hear him whisper a command and you obey. One moment the wall is holding you steady and in the next, you’re lifted up and instinctually, your legs wrap around his hips. You’re pressed so tightly against him, it is as though you forget to breathe—every kiss Hinata gives you makes your inner eighteen year old self become more curious how far he intends to go. You listen to how he says your name like a question before continuing leaving chaste markings on your neck, causing you to bury your face in his neck. Surely the sun has set, yet here you are welcoming what the night has to offer. When Hinata moves away from your neck, he runs a hand through your hair, chuckling at how flustered he still makes you, he readjusts his hold on you. Your eyes remain close when he asks if you’re comfortable like this.

“More than I’m willing to admit,” you murmur. “You?”

“You’re in my arms, where you belonged from the start,” he answers, kissing your temple. “Of course I’m comfortable.”

You laugh, mentioning your room is this way and that; you peck his lips momentarily before he pulls you into him one more time.

“Stay?” You ask, patting the back of his head, his hair isn’t as soft as before, but he did just come from a formal event.

Hinata presses his forehead against yours. “For as long as you like.”

“We have a lot of time to make up for,” you sheepishly admit.

And for the first time in a long time, fortune smiles in your favor because right now, the sunshine days are here to stay.

#🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue #sora after hours #haikyuu x reader #hinata shoyo x reader #fluff piece #sora scribbles 2022

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blucassiopeia · 8 months

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#Ξ cassie polls #fs chap1 _home

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shhhlikeme · 4 years

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hello!! i really loved your hq writing and i think they were pretty spot on! do u mind writing abt a reader who’s basically a first year version of kiyoko (like everyone is attracted to her) and all the first years are just into her but come to find out she’s been dating yamaguchi all this time ? jealous yams maybe? sorry if it’s too specific🥺👉🏼👈🏼

Yamaguchi Tadashi x Really Sexy Yoga Instructor S/O

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A/N: Thank you so much anon! You’re speaking my language with this request😍

It sounds a lot like the first ever request I got here, so this can be seen as a part two, or read as a stand alone. I hope you like it!!!

Not NSFW, but please only read if you’re over 18 y/o.

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Yams, your beloved boyfriend of a few months will be the first to admit that he made a mistake volunteering you to help his volleyball team

About a month ago, Coach Ukai felt as though the team was way too pent up and ordered his players to indulge in some calming activities on one of the no-practice days with the goal of making the team less irritable

The coach found that Yoga would be a great solution

Coach Ukai had read that the benefits of Yoga include but are not limited to: increased flexibility, increased muscle strength and tone, improved respiration, more energy and vitality, maintenance of a balanced metabolism, improved athletic performance, protection from injury, overall relaxation and stress relief.

Ukai thought that yoga was a no-brainer because if Karasuno was going to win the National tournament, then they had to adopt unconventional means in order to get an edge on the competition

Unfortunately, Takeda, the volleyball club’s advisor, couldn’t exactly find the budget to get the entire team signed up for weekly yoga sessions at the big studio downtown

Aw man :(

But fear not! smh

Your boyfriend to the team’s rescue! Great 😑

Thank goodness for your sweet baby 👍🏾 not

He’s just too caring for his own good isn’t he? You wish he’d stop

Because he..... well, lucky for Karasuno, your boyfriend Yamaguchi happily suggested that the team goes to the Karasuno High School’s Yoga Club sessions at the local community centre. The community centre hosts great swim, cooking, and even archery lessons! It would be perfect because it would be within budget and the 7am yoga sessions were always empty, because not many people knew about them.

“How do you know they’re legit? I don’t want my players getting hurt because some kids think it’s fun to twist n’ contort their bodies —“ Inquired coach Ukai. The entire team turned to Tadashi, awaiting his response.

Your annoying sweet man explained that all of the Yoga club members are certified by Japanese Health Standards and they are well-versed in their instructing, it was kind of the point of the club. He was sure the club would love the volleyball team’s company

Your boyfriends’ coach’s face lit up. When Ukai’s next question pertained to how tf Tadashi knew all of this, that’s finally when his face fell

Oops.

He’s so cute He wanted to help so badly he forgot that this could be a bad idea

How did he know all this? Well, maybe because his girlfriend of 3 months, you, run the damn club. And he knows everything about you because he’s whipped.

However, Tadashi couldn’t exactly tell them that was the reason because he is very private and didn’t want to introduce his beautiful girlfriend to guys that were sure to drool over her

Plus he wanted to make sure you weren’t in a daze when he confessed to you, testing whether one day you’ll wake up & realize you made a big mistake

Yamaguchi, quick on his feet, just said that you were his friend and you ran the club.

They believed it obviously, and that’s how it all started

Since there were multiple morning Yoga sessions, Coach Ukai divided the team into years for mandatory session attendance. The first years were scheduled for Monday’s at 7am, the second years on Wednesday’s (same time) and the 3rd years were on Fridays (same time).

You were late to your first session with the boys because even though Yams told you the team would start coming (and to keep your relationship a secret) you were used to being the only one here doing Yoga

You were only slightly startled when you opened the door to your beloved studio and saw Karasuno volleyball’s first years: Tsukishima, Kageyama, Hinata and your beautiful man Yams sitting down on Yoga mats patiently.

You cheerily introduced yourself and greet everyone, finding yourself happy to have the company

Yamaguchi was the only one to verbally greet you back, because the other boys were staring at you with what you would deem odd expressions

Yams noticed his solo greeting too and looked over to his teammates. He frowned because he knew the look on their faces and the lack of a voice very well.

How could he not? It was the same reaction he had when he saw you for the first time he was sure you came out of his wet dreams

You are so hot, and now his fellow first years were noticing

Yams pouted inside

Anyway, the same way you didn’t notice when Yamaguchi had that stare when you two met, you just got straight to business, setting down your pink yoga mat and water bottle and explaining all the rules.

It’s a good thing yoga sessions are supposed to be silent with only the sounds of the rain forest playing loud through the rooms speakers because I don’t think the boys could have spoken anyway

You did basic yoga stretches and had the boys follow your every movement

As you showed them the simple beginner poses, Tadashi caught Hinata and Kageyama sneaking glances at your figure with heavy blushes on their faces

If Tsukki thought you were attractive, which omfg did he ever, he didn’t show it in the slightest

Yamaguchi was happy to call him his best friend

The quick-attack boys could not say the same

Like the schoolboys they are, they relished in seeing a gorgeous female’s flexible body easily contort in front of them

Tadashi noted that, for two of the most intensely competitive people he knew, the two were peculiarly a little TOO happy with not doing any of the yoga poses correctly, he could guess why

You, still clueless, walked around the room to help the boys get into correct positioning platonically, the way every Yoga instructor does.

Tadashi on the other hand, was doing so well and you badly wished you could kiss him whenever you moved his body but you were respecting his wishes to keep you two a secret

Kags and Shōyō almost had internal panic attacks when you touched them or got close

They weren’t the greatest with girls but they were especially bad when one of the prettiest and fittest girls they’ve ever encountered was touching them and whispering in their ears to ‘turn like this’ ‘open up a bit more’ because of how quiet yoga should be

The combustion train has left the building! Choo choo 💨

You laughed when volleyball duo boys started shoving each other when Hinata fell out of a pose and landed on Kags

Tadashi’s eyes narrowed because he selfishly didn’t want you laughing at anything those boys did. Nevertheless, he shook it off

Maybe it will get better once the initial shock of your hotness wears off, Yams thought to himself when he left Yoga that morning.

Sure, because that’s how it worked with Kiyoko right?

Yeah, right. The following Monday you were still hot and the boys were still drooling over you.

At real volleyball practices and at lunch time Yamaguchi has to constantly hear the team (minus Tsukishima) gush about how attractive you are and how it wasn’t so bad waking up early in the morning if you were the view they were getting up to see

Now, Tadashi would definitely describe himself as a pretty calm guy......as would anyone who knows him......

But hearing his friends gush about you like you weren’t the smartest, most creative, genuine, conscientious person...... just an ideal body and gorgeous face not that they would know evoked jealous emotions deep within him

On dates with you he would inquire about the other volleyball yoga sessions you taught and you would tell him truthfully that your class of 3rd years were always fine, well behaved and very quiet because they were too busy fantasizing about you in their heads to talk dkm

and then you told your boyfriend that 2 of the second years were pretty flirty take a wild guess who? But that the one boy named Ennoshita got them to simmer down and then stop with the comments completely

Tadashi made a mental note to do a favour for his future captain

He was beginning to get irritated with the way these strong amazing athletes that he looked up to were reduced to goo when his girlfriend came around

He knew it was irrational to be so upset because he was sure they would chill out if they knew she was his girlfriend but

He just wasn’t ready for that yet.

So he endured the comments because even though the team was full of hormonone-crazy males, they never were vulgar or disrespectful in their remarks that was saved for all of their dreams and shower time

Either way,

None of that could stop the locker room talk.

“Did Y/N teach you guys the puppy dog stretch too this week?” Chirped Nishinoya as he bounced on the balls of his feet. The boys nodded. “Man is she s-m-o-k-i-n-g or what?? Don’t you think so, Asahi?”

Yams looked over from his locker to see the quiet and timid Ace of the team unable to help sporting a blush and nodding in agreement to Nishinoya.

Tadashi did NOT like this conversation. He took to chugging his water in order to distract himself from saying something he was sure to regret

“I-I really like Y/N’s yoga pants. They’re really cool!”

Kageyama rolled his eyes at Hinata's comment. “Of course you do, Boke.”

“Keep dreaming short stack!” Hollered Tanaka as he hopped in a super man pose on top of a bench. “For I will one day marry Y/N!”

Uncontrollably, Yamaguchi’s entire liquid contents in his mouth drenched Sugawara’s back in a spit take. Everyone laughed.

Let’s just say Karasuno’s vice captain made Yams do laps until his legs felt like they would fall off

By the third week, poor Yamaguchi had it up to HERE with the team’s pining after his girl.... be it Daichi’s subtle suggestion to the coach to extend AND increase the amount of yoga sessions, to Nishinoya’s memorization of the exact colour of your lip gloss per session

Yams actually growled under his breath when he heard both I swear to God

Yamaguchi felt like he was going to burst if he didn’t wring any necks first .

The entire team was smitten with his secret girlfriend and it made him insanely jealous. He couldn’t deny it anymore.

You were his. And only his. He wished he never volunteered you to help the team in the first place!

On your dates as a couple, you noticed that Yams was much more tense than he used to be before you started instructing the team. You told him over and over that you would quit this very second because he was so much more important than some silly club. You even suggested easily swapping with your second-in-command as instructor but

He wouldn’t have any of that. Apparently the team was already improving significantly in skill from Yoga like the Coach predicted. You are the best instructor your club had, and his team needed the best.

Plus he knows you love doing it and he puts your happiness before his own

The situation just sucked!

On the final yoga session before nationals, you arranged for the entire team to conjoin in one single morning session that would be longer at two hours instead of one, to go through everything they have learned in a mass session. It was also to make sure the numbers were even because today would be strictly focused on Partner Yoga!

The crows filed in to your studio, excited to see you and set up as usual

You walked in and told them about the partner yoga, and before they could volunteer to be your partner and upset your boyfriend, you told everyone you already had a partner and gestured toward the studio entryway:

Kiyoko walked in with a wave at her introduction and she spread her yoga mat next to you facing the class

They said 😳😳😳😳🤯🤯🤯🤯

The entire room was silent. Everyone minus Tsukki and your boyfriend combusted. Like they were done

Remember that combustion train? Yeah it just arrived at its destination: Nosebleed Central.

The boys’ little minds couldn’t fathom two extremely hot girls in compromising, stretchy positions that would look anything but innocent in their male minds

It was kind of a dream come true

You didn’t care that they were acting weird and you started the session, telling the boys to pair up and follow yours and Kiyoko’s lead

Even Yams started to feel hot and bothered at the sight of the multiple positions

he always felt horny watching you instruct yoga but he was able to satiate his lust by reminding himself that you told him you want to sleep with him when he was ready, even though you were taking it slow. he’s always blushing so none of the guys ever thought anything if it

Satiating himself with that thought again, though, flew out the window as an option because you just looked too incredibly hot in partner positions. It got to the point where he wanted to kick Kiyoko out so you could practice these yoga positions with him

He wanted to be the one to put your leg on his shoulder as he pounded into your heat, not Kiyoko no matter how hottttttttt it was to look at

Suga used his fingers to flick Tadashi on the forehead to get his attention away from his secret girlfriend and back to the yoga positions he should be trying with him

“Dude.... trust me, I know, and I agree...” Suga nods in understanding as he glances over at the beautiful girls once more. It takes a good amount of effort for him to peel his eyes back to Yamaguchi. “But we have to do this. Try to pretend they’re not as hot as they are.” He gives your bf a thumbs up for encouragement

Yams didn’t smile back even though he commenced yoga again like his vice captain requested. Yams just wanted all of this to be over so he could somehow sneak you into one of the abandoned rooms in this community centre and take you right there.

Since Kiyoko was only there to demonstrate the positions and not join the class because she had other commitments, she had to leave pretty early

You went around helping everyone like you usually did, and now you definitely noticed how red all the boys’ cheeks were. Yams couldn’t even look at you the entire time he did yoga with Suga and you started to wonder if you did something wrong. Hm.....

Yams couldn’t look at you because he was using every ounce of his restraint to keep from jumping your bones

Before long, Y/N’s final yoga session was nearing completion until you realized that you had forgotten to demonstrate the final pose when Kiyoko was here.

Glancing at your boyfriend who was giving you the cold shoulder, you timidly asked if anyone minded being your partner to demonstrate—

Like zoo animals, all of the boys volunteered!!! You yelped because of how loud they got in the quiet room in a split second.

Does it matter who you choose?

Yamaguchi felt himself boil over in jealousy. These boys were throwing themselves at the woman who means everything to him, and that was enough to drive any man to the brink of insanity.

While the boys bickered about who would be your partner Hinata and Nishi already started the Rock Paper Scissors tournament, including the usually collected captains, Tadashi briskly made his way towards you with purpose. Without even thinking about it he cupped your face with one of his hands and tilted your lips towards his for a deep kiss.

You felt your knees weaken at the intensity of the unexpected kiss from the love of your life.

Yams wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you steady when he felt your knees weaken.

You two barely heard the collective gasp in the room...

...Nor did you hear Tsukki mutter a flat “I knew it.”

When you finally pulled away from your boyfriends perfect lips, you were still drunk off the kiss while he remembered where you two were

With an aura of manly confidence that could only come from the overwhelming satisfaction of giving into the animalistic urge to claim your mate in front of other males, Yamaguchi turned to his team. Shoulders back and confident, he smiled smugly

“Did I forget to tell you all that Y/N is my girlfriend? I’d appreciate if all the endless comments about how beautiful she is would cease to exist, at least around me. She’s very much taken. Oh, and I, ONLY I....will be her partner. Thanks.”

Ok can you imagine how fucking sexy shy Yams would look being strict, intimidating and completely territorial over you? 🤤

Karasuno’s team was stunned into silence before Nishinoya started a slow clap applause like they do in the movies.

Only Tanaka joined in with him. The rest of the team is not that lame

You, on the other hand, got so turned on by your boyfriend display of protection and jealousy that you muttered that class was over and you used your hand to turn Yams attention back to you. You got on the tips of your toes to pull him into another passionate kiss again.

You loved it.

Seeing this side of him stirred up a lot of emotions in you and you couldn’t help but ask your boyfriend if he wanted to skip school today. Your parents weren’t going to be home for 2 days and you had the house to yourself.

With half lidded eyes that only served to turn you on more Yamaguchi agreed.

I hope he knows that he was in for a really long and pleasurable day and night.....you were about to put those years of yoga training to good use, and your boyfriend couldn’t be luckier.

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ichorizaki · 4 years

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old new love—y.t.

◞ ̑̑ ꒰ 古い新しい愛 — OLD NEW LOVE!

genre fluff, crack, angst

pairing third year!yamaguchi tadashi x third year!gn!reader

warnings curse words, sa allegations (disproven), gaslighting, toxic relationship thingz, petty antagonists, ++

updates every friday!

-`,✎ synopsis! ; ♡

L/N Y/N returns to Miyagi in their final year of high school as a Karasuno student after six years. They’re not the greatest when it comes to remembering things, so what happens when one of their best friends reminds them that the then timid boy from sixth grade who confessed to her is now the captain of the Karasuno VBC and her classmate?

✁・・・ the masterlist;

wap gang | karasubros

i. six years ii. dumplings iii. dumbassyama! iv. painhub v. lovestruck fool vi. perfect plan!

#꒰⚡️꒱ ⨾ zeus’ thunderbolt #yamaguchi tadashi #yamaguchi x you #yamaguchi x reader #yamaguchi x y/n #yamaguchi x yn #yamaguchi smau #haikyuu smau #hq smau #yamaguchi fluff #꒰🌟꒱ ⨾ old new love

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sako-mii · 3 years

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If it isn't to much trouble may i have (male) haikyuu matchup please. My pronouns are she/her. Im a Capricorn, my Mbti type is infj-a/infj-t. I tend to be shy around new people but I can be somewhat loud with people who im close to. I have brown hair, green eyes i wear black glasses,pale skin and a lot of freckles. My height is 5'0. My aesthetic would be cottegecore mixed with oversized sweaters and grunge with long skirts. Im not very athletic and im not a big fan of sports but i love to go roller and ice skating. I also love to read books and to also cook and bake food. I also like to garden. I've been playing the violin for 6 years. I love animals and im planing on becoming a wildlife veterinarian. I like to Watch nature/animal documentaries. I also like sweets. Some things i dislike are people who bend or ruin my books and people who speak over me when im trying to talk. I like "cozy" video games like stardew valley,Minecraft,animal crossing, the sims. Im not a big fan of fighting games especially shooter games but i do like specific fighting games like genshin impact and legend of zelda. I love music, I can listen to any genre and like it but my favorites are indie,bedroom pop and classic rock. sorry if i spelt anything wrong. Hope im not bothering you , hope all the infor is ok:)

Welcome to your new realm

I'll assign you to...

Yamaguchi Tadashi

The first you two met was at a music shop.

He was the first to develop feelings.

You weren't much open to him but he soon made his way into your heart.

He really likes hearing you play piano.

He invited you to his volleyball training once, you weren't really interested in sports but you accepted anyways for his sake, of course.

He was really happy when you showed up amd introduced you to his teammates. A certain salty pole looked dumbfounded.

He confessed his feelings for you first.

He took you to a simple cafe date. He kept complimenting you, telling you how cute you look, etc. It was a cute date he had arranged for you.

Poor boy was blushing when he told his teammates.

He would text you once a while, asking if you're alright.

Whenever you have to talk about something, he'd listen to you carefully not wanting to cut you off.

You'd ask him if he wants to play some videos games with you on which he'd accept, even if isn't really the gamer type.

Nonetheless, it's fun playing with him and how he tries to spend his time with you.

Since his best friend is tsukishima, of course he'd listen to a lot of songs too.

You both would suggest eachother some songs to listen to once a while.

You don't really have a lot of specially arranged dates. Instead, you two mostly hangout rather comfortably, like little game dates, book dates or just simply listening to music while cuddling together.

Your love language is words of affirmation. He likes telling you that he loves you

He'd sometimes meet you after training, feeling down because of how nervous he got.

You'd assure him it's okay, that he's doing great and trying his best, making him feel a lot better.

You'd sometimes watch his plays, cheering on him and giving him courage.

Enjoy your new realm, that's where you'll stay now

#Grim writes #matchup #yamaguchi #yams #yamaguchi x yn #matchup request #idk #yamaguchi Tadashi #Tadashi #haikyuu #hq #haikyuu matchups #hq matchup #hq x yn #haikyuu x yn

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justpeachii · 4 years

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Spring was always one of his favorite seasons. Not only because the world seemed to come to life, but because you did too.

Sharing a picnic blanket beneath the shade of a tree, his head rested in your lap; your fingers ran through his dark olive locks, gently scratching his scalp. A smile rested on his lips while his eyes were closed. He was content. Smiling down at him, you lean down to place a gentle kiss on his forehead. At that, Yamaguchi Tadashi’s eyes opened slowly.

Warm brown eyes met yours as you sat back up, a soft smile playing on your lips.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” You said as you brushed hair away from his face.

His eyes fell closed once again as he snuggled into your lap, his smile still present. “Five more minutes?”

You chuckled, rubbing your thumb over his freckled cheek. “Okay, five more minutes.”

(spring slumber- Y. Tadashi x Reader)

taglist: @noya-sannnn

#drabble #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu drabble #yamaguchi tadashi #tadashi yamaguchi #yamaguchi x reader #yamaguchi x you #yamaguchi x y/n #yamaguchi x yn

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1800-omi · 3 years

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the kind of date the karasuno boys would take you on.

karasuno, inarizaki, aoba johsai, shiratorizawa...

characters: daichi, suga, asahi, noya, kageyama, hinata, tsukki, yams

warnings/genre: gender neutral reader, fluff

notes: awee coming up with date ideas was hard sorry if some of them are short ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Asahi

He’d take you to an art museum <3

It’s been said before and imma say it again — man is a big softie and has a great appreciation for art that he’d love to share with you

As you guys look around at the various paining, he explains the backstory behind almost all of them to you, it is obvious he is very passionate about this

He doesnt talk to others about his interests much so when he’s doing this, he’s really telling you he trusts you

He’d slowly grab your hand while you guys are walking around the museum, trying to play it cool but knowing damn well he a mess

Afterwards you guys would go get something to eat and perhaps talk more about how you felt about the art

Sugawara

koushi would take you ice skating

If you don’t know how to skate, he’d obviously teach you and would try to keep you from falling as much as possible, so youre gonna end up on his arms instead a couple times.

Him grabbing your both hands and dragging you around the skating rink, pulling you close and spinning you around while smiling at you

He himself is not a great ice-skater either so you might witness him fall on his bum a couple times while he tries to show off

Will skate towards you quite quickly, making you slightly scared before stopping and kissing you then poking your nose, “bop!”

Daichi

Classic cinema date

Probably takes you to see a horror movie

His original plan was that you would get scared and he’d get to act like some big romantic hero or something, but just just ends up ranting about how the main character is stupid

Slowly geabs your hand, holding it tightly whenever you flinch

He’d be the one paying for the snacks obv <3

Afterwards he’d walk you home, stopping at your doorstep, telling you how much he enjoyed the night before kissing you. Just like in movies.

Kageyama

Tobio isnt really the romantic type so he was quite confused when it came to picking out a date so he ended up asking the team for help

in the end they decided to have him cook dinner for you for a romantic dinner at his house

By “have him cook” i mean have them all cook dinner because not one man in the karasuno team knows how to properly cook

Noya, Hinata and Tanaka asked him to stay and spy on the date, he obviously kicked them out of the house

The dinner ended up being pretty nice, you were actually suprised to see tobio was going for something more romantic

He was a little bit awkward during it but thats alright <3

Hinata

He would take you to an amusement park and it would be the most chaotic time ever

Shoyo would try to show off and win you some prizes (probably failing the first couple times) After winning the prizes, he’d hold them like a trophy and give them to you

Would challenge you to see who’s better at the games

Maybe he shouldn’t have had that much cotton candy

Would make you go in one of those scary big roller coasters with him and you’d both get out happy to be able to live another day

Tsukishima

Since he couldn’t be bothered to actually take you out somewhere he just invited you over to his house

He made sure he’d be home alone so that no one else would bother you two

He didn’t even plan on watching a movie or anything similar, he just make you two some sandwiches and yall spent your time playing video games

He might’ve muttered that he loves you a couple times

yall kissed a little perhaps

Maybe even cuddle a little who knows

Yamaguchi

He wouldn’t take you out he’d invite you to his house!

Tadashi would order pizza and get snacks and blankets and get everything ready and perfect for your movie night with him! He’d get all stressed hoping that everything will go well

Y’all would watch comfort movies and cuddle

At first he’s kinda shy when it comes to cuddling but afterwards you’d be suprised at how much physical affection he wants to give and receive,, perhaps he’ll offer some kisses too

You two fall asleep on each other by the end of the movie

Reblogs are very appreciated <3

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tetsvhoe · 3 years

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yo! i just saw the followers event

https://youtu.be/PhR95xMETZE (her music's p good and she just released a new song abt a week ago) with yamaguchi, preferably fluff but anything works

NOSTALGIC FOR THE MOMENT

character/s: yamaguchi tadashi x gn!reader

genre/s: fluff

warning/s: none

gwen's notes 🤍: again with the obscure songs and artists, this song makes me feel like the main character

MASTERLIST | TAGLIST

it’s the little things yamaguchi does that have you feeling like you’ve known him all your life, and the life before this. he has no idea how much he plagues your thoughts, how you see flashbacks and your future altogether when you look at him. he pushes you to the safer side of the side walk, grinning as you walk home. he picks up a flower sprouting through the sidewalk cracks and nonchalantly sticks it into your hair. you both simultaneously break out into a blush, looking away and chuckling awkwardly. you halt in front of your door, eyes trailed to the floor as you twiddled with your shoes nervously. he's not sure what to do with his hands, but he knows they want to hold you.

"so," you trail off, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet.

"so," he repeats breathily, scratching the back of his head.

"i... um i'll be heading inside now."

he catches your wrist and swiftly pulls you close, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek. you're stunned for a moment and he has a look of new found confidence in himself.

"sorry i-"

you cut him off, standing on the tips of your toes and allowing your lips to fall on his soft ones. you scurry inside, afraid that another moment you spend with him would have your heart breaking out of your ribcage.

you couldn't help grinning like a little kid as you leaned your head against the closed door. you touch your lips absentmindedly, tracing the smile he put there. on the other side of the door, yamaguchi still hasn't processed what happened. his soul is floating on cloud nine and left his body stuck on the ground, not being able to will himself to walk away.

you finally walk yourself to your room and fall to your bed, almost immediately missing his presence, his wavering voice, shy smile, and adorable snicker. you thought nostalgia made you wistful for something from the past, but he makes you yearn for something you had just a few minutes ago. you wonder if he feels the same.

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oioioikawai · 3 years

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Sendai City Museum

Pairing: history exhibit!Tsukishima x art gallery!reader (gn reader) (mention of yamaguchi x yachi)

Genre: fluff

Word count: 2.4k

Summary: Tsukishima doesn’t value the art exhibits, mainly because none of the art measured up to the art that was you

NOT PROOFREAD

ACT 1

Tsukishima never understood the art exhibits. They all looked like pointless scribbles, just random combinations of different colors and shapes. All of it was ridiculous to him.

What was more ridiculous, was you, who led the exhibit.

“Art and culture reflect Miyagi’s dynamism and diversity.” I said as Iguided the group of tourists around the room.

“The prefecture’s rural character comes alive in seasonal rites to ward off evil or wish for good harvests. Artisans produce handcrafts unique to this region, including kokeshi dolls which originated in the hot spring areas of Miyagi.” I said as I raised my hand to point at the dolls on display.

“Miyagi art also embraces modernity.” I added.

“Sendai boasts a world-famous contemporary media center, and innovative museums can be found throughout the prefecture.” You informed the guests.

“Sendai hosts major music events and is home to venues offering live music performances of many genres.” I continued my speech, walking around the museum and trying my best to keep the audience engaged.

After my tour was over, I got to go on my lunch break.

“Manaka-san, wanna have lunch together?” I asked my co-worker from the history department.

“I already made plans to have lunch with Tsukishima-san, but you’re more than welcome to join!” He offered.

“You sure he won’t mind?” I asked, the image of the tall blond conjuring in my mind.

I can’t recall if I’ve ever even seen him not look angry.

“He won’t, I promise.” He assured as we made our way to the table.

“Hey, Tsukishima. Hope you don’t mind. I asked y/l/n-san to join.” Manaka said as he sat down next to the blond.

“Done as you’d like, it doesn’t matter to me.” Tsukishima explained as he adjusted his glasses.

“Oh, I’ve been meaning to ask you, did the manager tell you anything about the new samurai collection that’s coming next week?” Manaka asked, turning his head to Tsukishima.

“Yeah, he asked me to supervise the exhibit.” Tsukishima said, staying monotone.

“Really? That’s so cool!” I said, fascinated by the conversation.

“Not really, it’s quite a nerve-wrecking process. Of course you wouldn’t understand, your job is explaining what circles mean.” He smirked as he took a sip of his coffee.

“What did you just say?” I asked, my jaw clenching at his gaze. He tilted his head up, as if to look down on me.

“You didn’t hear me? Do I have to crouch down to your heights?” he asked, leaning forward towards the table.

“Hear me now?” He asked, the smirk still prominent on his face.

“I heard you just right, you giraffe.” I sarcastically smiled at him.

“Giraffe? Good one, haven’t heard that one like a thousand times. At least try to get your kindergarten shapes and colors brain to be a bit more innovative, a bit more unique with your jabs.” He teased.

“Asami-san, we still on for drinks tomorrow after work?” I asked, not taking my eyes off of the blond.

“Yeah, sure, that would be the plan.” Manaka nervously answered.

“See you then.” I said as I began to stand up.

“Where are you going?” Tsukishima asked in a teasing tone.

“Lost my appetite.” I answered, already turning away from the two and walking towards the exit.

ACT 2

“I didn’t know you two were such good friends!” Manaka explained as he saw the tall blonde having a conversation with the fashion designer.

“We used to go to the same high school, we even played on the same volleyball team.” Tsukishima said as he looked over his papers.

“You said we can get the finished costume for the opening exhibit?” Tsukishima asked his senpai.

“I can bring it the night before, if that’s alright with you guys.” Asahi said as he got his notebook out to look at his calendar.

“Do you have a model yet?” he added.

“That’s what I came to say, the model just said they can’t come in due to an unexpected illness.” Manaka said.

“Great, another problem.” Tsukishima adjusted his glasses as he wrote down a reminder to find a new model.

“Pardon, but you look about the right height and size for the samurai, and who better to model your creation than you?” Manaka asked, looking at Asahi.

“Me? No, no, I could ne-” “His nickname in high school was samurai.” Tsukisihima smirked as he interrupted the former ace.

“Perfect, you can be the model!” Manaka happily said before walking towards the other workers.

ACT 3

“Quite the crowd you got here.” I said to Manaka, who was standing beside me.

“Well, we did have a pretty good group working on the exhibit.” Manaka said as Tsukishima walked over to the big screen.

“Samurai were the hereditary military nobility and officer caste of medieval and early-modern Japan from the late 12th century to their abolition in 1876.” He started presenting as he gestured to the man in the samurai costume next to him.

“We couldn’t get any actual samurai, but we hope our Asahi-san here will do. He’s nowhere near as courageous, but at least he looks the part, right?” Tsukishima said, earning a laugh from the tourists.

I never would have thought he was a good public speaker, after all, all he did was throw around mean comments and sulk, but I guess everyone really does have their customer service persona.

After the exhibit, Manaka complimented the blond as he and the samurai approached us.

“Didn’t expect you to be capable of making people laugh.” I said, earning myself a death glare.

“Oh, he has always been funny, you just need to overlook his saltiness.” The samurai spoke up. “Asahi Azumane.” He extended his hand. I shook it and introduced myself before Manaka spoke up.

“So, you coming to Tsukishima’s match this weekend?” “Oh, I won’t be in town for then, but I’ll always cheer for my precious kohai.” Asahi smiled.

“Match?” I asked, furrowing my brows. “Our dear Tsukishima here plays volleyball, you didn’t know?” Manaka asked.

“You? Play sports? But you’re such a nerd.” I questioned, holding in my chuckle.

“One wouldn’t assume, would they.” Manaka laughed.

“But he’s really good, couldn’t have asked for a better middle blocker myself.” Asahi said, patting the blond’s shoulders before quickly removing it when he saw Tsukishima’s death glare.

“Tsukishima-san, could you come here for a minute?” A co-worker yelled, to which Tsukihima excused himself and walked over to the katana display.

“So, you wanna come to the match and see for yourself how good he is?” Manaka asked. “I can pick you up and we can go together.” He smiled.

“Sure, looking forward to it!” I said.

ACT 4

“Yamaguchi Tadashi.” The green haired man introduced himself. “And I’m Yachi Hitoka.” The blonde girl beside him said.

“You two have known Tsukishima since high school?” I asked as I leaned against the railing, next to the girl.

“Tadashi-kun and Tsukki have known each other longer, but I met them in high school and we’ve stayed pretty close friends since.” Yachi answered.

“Tsukki?” I almost laughed, not believing such a cold man could have such a cute nickname.

“I started calling him that and then everyone started doing it too and it stuck.” Yamaguchi explained.

“I didn’t miss anything, did I?” A tall blonde approached Yamaguchi before greeting everyone.

“No, they haven’t started yet.” Yamaguchi explained.

“Oh, hi, we haven’t met before, I’m Tsukishima Akiteru, Kei’s older brother.” The older guy introduced himself.

“I didn’t know he had a brother.” Manaka said, from beside me. “I guess we’re both learning things about Tsukki today.” I said, trying out the nickname for myself.

The players made their way onto the court.

“Go, Tsukki!” Yamaguchi yelled, causing the tall blond to cringe. Tsukishima just ignored their cheers, until we all joined in.

“Go, Tsukki!” All 5 of us yelled out, finally earning his attention.

He slowly turned to the bleachers. He cursed under his breath.

“What is Y/l/n-san doing here?” He whispered to himself.

The opposing team got the first point, right after Tsukishima messed up his block.

“Isn’t he supposed to be scary good?” You whispered to Manaka. “Oh, he is, he doesn’t seem to be himself currently.” Yachi explained, overhearing you.

“Maybe he’s nervous his coworkers are here.” Akiteru joked.

Is he?

A couple points later and the Sendai Frogs called for a timeout.

“Tsukki-dude, what is up with you today?” Koganegawa teased. “Is that the coworker you find oh so annoying, up on the bleachers?” He continued joking.

“Yeah, right.” Tsukishima said after letting out a ‘tsk’.

“Oh my, does our little Tsukki have a crush?” Kyotani joined in on the teasing.

“No, why would I?” Tsukishima kept denying.

“I don’t care about your personal love lives, I care about your volleyball performance, so, if you really do like them, maybe try to impress them, Tsukishima?” The coach said as they continued the game.

What the coach said stuck to Tsukishima, as if he flipped the switch and soon, they took the first set.

“See? Scary good.” Yamaguchi said as they cheered for the team. “I guess so.” I smiled.

While they talked, I saw a guy with blonde hair with black bangs styled up, his appearance reminding me of a rooster. He made eye contact with me and waved at me.

I was taken back by that, and so was Tsukishima as he looked at us, waiting to see the reaction.

I looked around and waved back when I saw no one else looking at the setter.

“Why did you do that?” Tsukishima asked. “Jealous, are we?” Koganegawa teased, earning one of Tsukishima’s infamous eyerolls.

“Whatever, concentrate on the game.” The hypocrite spoke out.

The game ended with a 2:1 win for the Sendai Frogs.

We all went down to congratulate the team, when Koganegawa suddenly stepped forward to greet me.

“You must be our dear Tsukki’s co-worker! I’m Koganegawa Kanji, but you can just call me Kogane...or Kanji!” He shook my hand as I introduced myself back.

“So, how did you like the match? Enjoy it?” He asked.

“Yeah, it was really nice to Tsukki in his natural habitat, you know, outside of work.” I said, adding a cutesy tone to the nickname to tease the man standing behind Koganegawa.

“Don’t call me like that.” Tsukishima said, his jaw tightened.

“Like what?” “All cutesy, it doesn’t fit you.” he answered, finally turning away from his best friend and facing me and Koganegawa.

“I think it does!” Koganegawa said. “Aww, thanks, Kogane!” I smiled, “Nice to see someone with taste.” I joked.

“Hey, y/l/n-san, we were planning on going to get dinner after the match, wanna join us?” Yamaguchi offered.

“No, they wouldn’t.” “Would love to!” Me and Tsukishima answered at the same time.

ACT 5

“You are such a lightweight.” I laughed at Manaka. “Am not, you are!” He scrunched his eyebrows and leaned onto a panicked Yachi.

Yamaguchi seeing that, leaned Manaka’s head towards him and away from Yachi, so as to not make her uncomfortable.

“I am not! And I didn’t even get anything to drink!” I defended myself.

“I think we should get you home, buddy.” Yamaguchi laughed as Manaka started blabbering into his shoulder.

“What’s your address? We’ll drop you off on our way home.” Yachi asked the drunk man, who was now half-asleep on her boyfriend’s shoulder.

“You’re leaving already?” Akiteru frowned. “Yeah, early morning.” Yachi said with a matching frown.

“Oh well, good night, have a safe trip home!” Akiteru said as we said our goodbyes.

Now, the only ones left were myself, Tsukishima, who was sitting opposite me and his brother on my left.

“So, how about you guys then? Can you stay for another round?” Akiteru asked.

“I can, I have a bus home every hour.” You answered. “Sure.” Tsukishima added.

“Great! I, on the other hand, unfortunately, can not, since I also have to get up pretty early tomorrow for a meeting.” The older Tsukishima said before standing up.

“Have a nice night!” He said as he walked out of the restaurant after paying his tab.

Tsukishima gulped before looking away and taking a sip from his drink.

“Don’t make me regret this, but good game today.” I spoke up. “Make you regret what? Complimenting me?” Tsukishima asked.

“Yeah, you’re still an asshole, the fact that you can jump doesn’t change that.” I answered, downing my own drink.

“You want me to walk you to the station?” Tsukishima asked as he took his jacket, still not making eye contact.

Was he actually being nice? Was it because I complimented him? In any case, I didn’t want to make him go back, so instead of the usual teasing I would give him, I gave him a simple answer.

“Sure.” I answered as I took my stuff.

“You know, if you opened your mind a bit, I think you would actually like the art exhibits.” I said as we walked towards the bus stop.

“Yeah right, it all look-” “But I understand how opening something so small can be hard.” I interrupted him. I could practically hear the annoyance on his face.

“Fine, I’ll see one, but only one of them.” He said after a couple of moments.

“Great! I’ll give you a solo tour next week!” I said as the bus drove up to the stop.

ACT 6

Tsukishima still doesn’t understand the art exhibits. They all still look like pointless scribbles, just random combinations of different colors and shapes. All of it is still ridiculous to him.

But mainly, he didn’t understand why these artists tried to make something beautiful.

“It’s not just pointless scribbles! Beauty is all in the eye of the beholder!” I defended as he chuckled.

He didn’t understand, because “It could never look as good as you.” He mumbled under his breath.

“What was that?” I asked. “Nothing.” He smiled.

“Anyway, most of these pieces aren’t about technique, it’s about how they make you feel, you know?” I asked as we strolled around the space.

“But nothing could make me feel better than your smile.” He mumbled.

“Okay, now I heard that.”

“No, you didn’t.

“Yes, I did.”

“No, you didn’t.

“Yes, I di-”

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