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notrebs · 1 year

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haikyu boys when you overwork yourself

volleyball player!reader

characters included: kageyama, oikawa, suna

kageyama tobio:

i feel like as someone who works super hard at his sport he’d totally get it

but he’d still be concerned

like if you were working yourself to the point where you’re exhausted to death after training and can barely keep a convo from tiredness

so you’d be waking up at the crack of dawn before the nationals season

then you’d barely have energy to talk to him cause you’re so tired

and he notices this continues for a while

one day he walks in to your school gymnasium looking for you and sees you practicing jump serves

and there are like hundreds of balls on the other side of the court indicating how much you’ve practised

and he sees you sweaty as shit, shorts riding up, thighs literally shaking from the amount of jumping you’ve done

he finds it kinda hot though

he’s still worried about you because you actually look EXHAUSTED beyond reasonable

so he’s had enough of his gf being stressed over nationals and low on energy and with sore muscles all over but still training hardcore

as i said he’d totally get it bc he does that too but seeing it on his precious volleyball playing girl just hits different

so while you’re on your tenth serve (since he got there), he strolls over to you and calls out

“oi, stop overexerting yourself. your body’s not gonna make it to nationals if you keep pushing it too much. and i don’t like seeing you so stressed and low on energy.”

but then without waiting for you to respond, he grabs your wrist and drags you to your gym bag

helps you pack up and carries the bag for you

then holds your hand and pulls you out of the gym amidst your protests

“you’re not training anymore today. relax. have a good dinner. you haven’t done that in a while.”

then he brings you to your fav yakitori place

when you’re there, you order your favourite rice or noodle dish, and you both share a shit ton of meat

tobio lectures you over dinner over how you’re overworking yourself

but he also shows he cares a lot he’s so cute

“hey. you’re an amazing player. don’t stress and overwork yourself unnecessarily. i love you so take care of yourself.”

then he insists on paying for both of you

THEN he brings you for some absolutely banger dessert

you go home and he runs a hot bath for you, then massages your aching muscles

i feel like his skilled setter hands give good massages for some reason

anyway he literally releases all the tension in your muscles

and then cuddles you to sleep and makes sure you don’t get up at an ungodly hour to train again the next morning

overall super caring and concerned for you

oikawa tooru:

remember how i said kageyama completely empathises with you overworking yourself

yeah well oikawa gets it even more

but he definitely sees that you’re overworked and he gets concerned

i think he’d actually help you in training though

so for the fifth evening that week (it’s friday), you’re staying back till what must be eleven practicing with your teammate

said teammate is just tossing the ball for you to practise setting

oikawa gets upset when his precious sugar angel honey pie (sorry but that’s such an oikawa way of thinking) isn’t home in his arms to sleep

so he gets up and goes to your school gym to look for you

you’ve been there every day that week, he’s just had enough now that you didn’t even come home at his sleeping time

so there you are on your god knows how many-eth set and he bursts through the door

when he sees you doing some setting, he feels his setter passion and also his “she’s my gf i love her” passion and goes to help you

he corrects your form and all that

oh and he dismissed your said teammate the moment he got there lol

but after 5 minutes of helping you out he brings out the lecture

“babe, you’re working too hard. i know you’re worried for nationals but rest is necessary. you haven’t had a proper dinner at all this week, think i didn’t know?”

you respond to him, “but i have a proper lunch before training! and—“

“and nothing. you’re overworked. you’re not sleeping enough either, but you’re still training this much. 5 more minutes and we’re going home.”

when you get home he’s literally pampering you

ran you a bath and had food delivered while you were soaking in there

fed you in bed, then cuddled you

trains with you the next day (saturday) so he can regulate how much strain you put on your body and make sure you stop before it gets too intense

also because he loves you and wants so spend time with you lol

brings you for a lunch date and makes you have an afternoon nap with him

suna rintaro:

you’ve been working super hard for the tournament

there’s like a month till the season starts

your team has been having endless friendly games where you’d play like ten sets

but your team mates would actually ask for bench time when their muscles ache and throat tightens because they don’t want to over exhaust themselves

but you and your passion makes you stubbornly stay on for all ten sets

and your coach advises you against it but no way you’re gonna listen

and you’ve been overworking yourself since long before that days match btw

suna’s been missing having you as his dinner date but you’ve been insisting on staying late for practice

he keeps telling you not to overwork yourself but you keep telling him you aren’t

on a sunday, he asks you out for a cafe date, but you decline because you’ve got a practice match scheduled

despite thinking you’re wayyy too exhausted, he knows how much practice matches mean to you for your experience, so he lets you go without any protests

but halfway through the fifth set, as you’re trying to save a ball, you have an off landing

and you hear a nasty ass crack in your ankle

you convince yourself it’s just a small twist and it’ll wear off once you stand up and get moving, but you find yourself unable to get off the floor due to the pain

against all your protests, the coach orders you off the court and gets your teammate to help ice and elevate your ankle

after some examining, it’s determined that it’s a minor sprain, nothing too serious that’ll keep you from playing at the tournament

but coach still tells you to stay away from training or any exercise requiring you on your feet for the next week or so

and you’re sososososo pissed about that because what passionate girlie is okay with missing training??

so you’re sobbing angry tears as you watch your team from the sidelines

because you’re frustrated with yourself

“like, just stick the landing and don’t be on the bench right now, it’s not that hard??”

doesn’t help that you’re an ace player and not used to the bench feeling

after training, your team mates offer to walk you home to support you and your sprained and aching ankle, but you decline

cause you know who the one person who can make you feel better is

so you sit on the gym floor, dialling your fav number to dial

“rintaro?”

“sup, babe? your practice over?”

“yeah, about that…”

suna picks up on the disappointment in your tone and knows smt didn’t go right

you tell him how you sprained your ankle and can’t exactly walk properly and how you declined your team mates offers to walk you home cause you know he’s the one whose presence would make you feel better

so he’s up and going (to your gymnasium)

when he gets there, he sees you on the floor with your foot propped up

you look downcast, so he calls out to you as he walks in and squats next to you

“told ya you’re overworking yourself. ankle sprains are a stress injury, you know.”

you grunt as he goes to pick up your duffel bag and slings it over his shoulder

then, he holds his hand out to you, and you pull yourself up, standing on your good foot

he sees your struggle to stand, and sighs

then, without warning, he just picks you up so that you’re hanging over his shoulder, just like your duffel bag

“what the hell, rin.”

“you can barely walk. and we’re going to the cafe i was going to bring you to. take it as some relaxation. and a make up date for all the time you’ve been away from me. also, you better not overwork yourself and try to train through your injury.”

it kinda takes away from the loving moment since you’re hanging over his shoulder like a dead fish, but you can tell he cares

and it’s sweet, though you know he’s gonna have some kinda told you so recording soon

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beeplucie · 2 years

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Mob x Reader: A love curse

Just a little story since the only thing in my head is mob right now… dying for the third season

word count: 676

You’d never think you’d catch feelings for the shy little Mob Kageyama, who froze when talking in front of the school. You and your friends had laughed at Mob and acted like you’d never see him again, but you knew a lot more about yourself than your friends did. As much as you laughed it off, you couldn’t deny it.

Mob was cute as hell.

From that moment, you tried your hardest to not acknowledge how hot your face got whenever you saw him in your peripheral vision, and how you’d stay up all night thinking about little moments that you couldn’t get out of your head.

How when he drank little cartons of milk at lunch, he’d smile so peacefully that it was really cute. How he’d fidget when he didn’t know the answer to a question, or how whenever he locked eyes with you, he’d tense up with flushed cheeks. Or how hard he tried with his athletic group, which you sometimes saw running as you walked home. Mob was always trying his hardest, and you couldn’t help but get stuck on that.

But you couldn’t ever admit that there was even the smallest chance that you’d caught feelings for someone you’d barely talked to, nevertheless someone that had been a laughingstock between you and your friend group.

Which was the exact reason why you were convinced you had a curse on you.

“A love curse?” Reigen Arataka questioned, leaning over his desk, intertwining his fingers.

You’d gone to the Spirits and Such Consultation Office to try and remove the curse that you had assumed was on your shoulders. “Yes… I was wondering if you could remove it. Ever since this curse was put on me, I don’t think I’ve been able to get them out of my head.”

Reigen looked to his left, slightly smirking. “Ahah… well, we’ll see what we can do.” He turned behind him, making you sit up straighter in surprise.

Could it be… this guy’s a real esper? No other exorcist had been able to remove this.

“Oi, Mob. We’ve got a client.” Reigen called.

You felt your cheeks grow warm at the mention of the familiar name, and you looked to see your classmate entering the room and locking eyes with you before clenching his fist. You felt your eye twitch as you breathed out a hot breath.

“Hi, Mob…”

Mob glanced from left to right as he nodded in response. You felt your heart beat faster as you avoided eye contact with the black-haired boy. There it was, the knotted stomach, the beating heart, the warm cheeks. You were being affected by that damn curse again.

“Can you check for a curse on them?” Reigen asked, to which Mob responded with a nod.

He stood there, blankly for a moment, and then whispered to Reigen something barely audible. “Y/n doesn’t have a curse on them…”

You felt yourself tighten.

“Oh?” Reigen looked at you, and then at Mob, confused. “Can’t you just, make something up?” Reigen asked Mob in a hushed tone, between clenched teeth.

“If I don’t have a curse on me, am I alright? Is it okay for me to go, after paying?” You asked.

Reigen stared at you, studied you for a moment, and then smiled. “Yes, of course. That’s alright. I’ll work out the details of our fees and such.”

While you and Reigen talked, you couldn’t help but occasionally glance at Mob, who seemed to be blank, not really feeling much. You bit the nail off your thumb as you studied him intently, barely able to handle the flipping of your stomach and the warmth of your body.

You walked outside of Reigen’s office once all was done, and you exhaled deeply. For some reason, such a detailed (despite its simplicity, in fact) encounter with Mob left you struggled to breathe.

Mob casted this love curse on you. That was the only explanation. You didn’t have a crush on him, not at all. It was just the curse that he casted. That would be the only explanation, since you knew you had a curse on you, and Mob said he didn’t see a curse. He casted the terrible love curse on you. Nothing else.

right?

#mob psycho 100 #shigeo #fanfic #mob pyscho x reader #shigeo kageyama

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vampyrsutton · 1 year

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You Drive Me Crazy

Summary:

When Yamaguchi's magic awakens and Tsukishima is there for the initial blast, it has a strange effect on the blocker. What happens when it's left untreated?

Ao3 Tags:

Third Year Tsukishima Kei and Yamaguchi Tadashi, Alternate Universe - Serial Killers, Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Serial Killer Tsukishima Kei, Witch Yamaguchi Tadashi, Murder, Magic Induced Insanity, Aphrodisiacs, Demon Blood, Fucking Near A Corpse, Background Poly, Minor Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio/Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Light Bondage, Outdoor Sex, Alley Sex, Mild Blood, Blood Kink, Blood As Lube, Dirty Talk, Hand Jobs, Oral Sex, Face-Fucking, Dead Dove Lite

Notes:

For Day 7 of NSFW TsukkiYama Week!

Prompt: Free Day

Author's Choice: Alley Sex and a Dash of Blood Kink

Day 2-5 cannot be posted here, but can be found Here!

Stay tuned for more of this AU!

Tsukki had been acting weird.

Like really weird.

He’d always been a little off ever since Yamaguchi’s magic properly came at the end of their third year of middle school, having been there for the initial burst, but Yamaguchi thought he had finally leveled out when his magic did by the start of their first year at Karasuno. Overly protective and smothering in his own standoffish way, but stable at least.

For having chaos magic, he was apparently shit at sensing it.

“So, you didn’t tell me about this sooner because…?” Yamaguchi prods as he stares blankly at the now lifeless, half-shifted werewolf in front of him. “How did you even manage this with no training?”

Tsukishima just shrugs, staring at the bloody knife in his hand like he’s contemplating licking it. “You’d blame yourself and start spiraling. I didn’t want to make you panic over some intrusive thoughts.”

“Don’t even think about it the last thing we need is whatever this is mixing with the werewolf curse.” Yamaguchi groans when the new intrusive thought apparently wins. “It’s literally my fault…sort of…not on purpose, but I definitely should have listened to my parents that night instead of sneaking out to see you. The point is, there were probably ways to fix this before it got this far…seriously how?!”

“Are there now?” Tsukishima asks with a slight pout as he hands over the knife before tilting his head when Yamaguchi starts pulling vials and jars out of his bag. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t know. It’s been a few years so who knows what it’s done to your base psyche.” Yamaguchi frowns as he sets the knife up to drip into a little jar before pulling out pliers and gloves. “What does it look like? When is the next time I’m going to get fresh spell ingredients like this? I’m taking advantage.”

Tsukishima blinks before he lets out a snort and shakes his head. He doesn’t know what he expected from the source of the chaos magic, but maybe he should start giving Yams a bit more credit. “You’re welcome then? Figured an Underworlder would be easier to hide the disappearance of anyway.”

“From the humans for sure, but if we can’t get this fixed, we should probably get your status changed from Consort and get you trained and licensed to Hunter so at least you have an outlet with protections.” Yamaguchi mumbles, cursing as he tries to remove a fang. “I’ll help you hide this one though. I needed to work on last rites anyway and my fire control has gotten pretty decent so shouldn’t be too hard."

"Wait, you're okay with this?" Tsukishima scoffs, furrowing his brows.

"Not even a little, but what's done is done and it is mostly my magic's fault so let's just get this over with before the shock wears off and I start panicking." Yamaguchi urges, hands glowing and letting him finally get to tooth out before he makes quick work of any other parts. "Wish you had told me we were hiding a body, I would have brought a Spacial bag. He's gonna be a pain to drag home. You couldn't have murked a fairy or harpy or something light?"

Tsukishima can't help but snort at that being the current captain's complaint. "I only knew I could kill this one because of the wet dog smell. You think I stand a chance against any sort of glamors? I can barely see in this plane, let alone yours."

Yamaguchi scowls, but knows the blond is right. "Remind me to charm your glasses if we can't fix this. For now, you carry. I have to maintain a glamor and call mom to try to fix whatever happened to you."

"You-...You're taking this pretty well." Tsukishima muses as he loops the werewolf's arm over his shoulder.

"You would have gotten some sort of reaction being around me so much, so my anxiety had already thought of a billion things that could go wrong based on any type of magic I could have gotten, and already had my freak out after the initial burst and spent weeks agonizing over it, but you never said anything so I thought we got lucky." Yamaguchi sighs as his eyes start glowing a dark, muggy green, and the air shimmers around them. "How long has this been going on anyway?"

"..."

"Tsukki?"

"The next day."

"The next-" Yamaguchi scoffs, his magic flaring around them. "Why didn't you say anything?!"

"You were already freaking out, and just had a life overhaul getting what you said was dark magic so I didn't want to give you an actual reason to worry." Tsukishima shrugs. "It made practice with Tanaka and Nishinoya more bearable at least since whatever it is feeds on chaos, but otherwise, it was just intrusive thoughts and less impulse control. How do you think I ended up making out with Kageyama in the locker room second year after insisting he and Shrimpy would only be dating you?"

Yamaguchi can't help but snort, his magic fluctuating before his eyes glow brighter in his effort to keep up his magic as they go. "You're welcome then I guess but maybe next time don't scar the first years."

"No promises." Tsukishima smirks, shrugging a bit when Yamaguchi just rolls his eyes. "We have good taste."

Yamaguchi just huffs in annoyance before something occurs to him as he worries his lip. "Should we tell them?"

"Absolutely not." Tsukishim scoffs without hesitation. "You being my best friend and having clean up at your fingertips isn't the only reason I only called you. Those two can't keep a secret to save their lives, let alone ours."

Yamaguchi manages to hold hide his snickering at the irony. Yams had noticed right away how Hinata's eyes glow in his presence and how he now has to sometimes cover his mouth to laugh after coming into his own heritage in their second year, and how Kageyama now has juice and food on him constantly under the guise of trying to be a good Senpai. If his own magic hadn't reacted to the presence of a vampire and his consort, Yamaguchi would have had no idea.

"You'd be surprised." He says cryptically instead as he ignores Tsukishima's confusion to get his phone out. "Glamor is holding so now to call mom."

Tsukishima grimaces now. "Do we have to? You always say it's from being friends with me for so long that you have a scary side, but she's terrifying when mad."

"You just better hope we don't have to call Granny. She was already pissy about me 'keeping a human pet', she'll mark you a liability without a second thought." Yamaguchi huffs, listening to the phone ring.

Tsukishima deflates now, the consequences of his actions apparently catching up to him. "Right…"

Yamaguchi tries to look reassuring but then his mother's voice connects.

{Tadashi?} She yawns and Yamaguchi winces when he realizes they woke her up. {Why are you calling? Weren't you in bed?}

"Hi, um, yeah I was but Tsukki had a bit of an…emergency and we're on our way to the house now." Yamaguchi starts, shrugging when Tsukishima just looks unimpressed.

{Emergency? Sweetie, you know your magic isn't meant for healing and your aunt is out of town until the weekend. Why are you coming here?} She asks in concern, and Yamaguchi can hear a spring as she probably sits up.

"Not a physical emergency…well not for him at least? Um, how should I say this?"

{Tadashi?} Despite her mother's opinions, she cared about Tsukki like part of her coven even if she was going to tear them a new one for this later.

"Does the glamor keep sound in?" Tsukishima asks, seeing Yamaguchi starting to panic.

"Yes?"

{Tsukki? Dear, are you okay?}

"Yes, Kimi-san." Tsukishima smiles calmly despite her being unable to see him yet. "Just killed a werewolf and ask Yams for help with clean up."

{You did WHAT?!}

Yamaguchi winces, but is grateful it's out there. "Yeah, you know those side effects that never showed up and we thought he got lucky? Turns out he just decided not to say anything. Said it was intrusive thoughts and less impulse control-wait." He looks at Tsukki in concern. "How in the hell does that turn into killing someone?!"

{I was just about to ask that!}

Tsukishima just shrugs. "Wanted to know if I could."

"And you didn't find that the least bit concerning?" Yamaguchi scoffs as his mother sighs through the phone.

{You boys are going to be the death of me, I swear. It's the chaos part of your magic, sweetie, his moral compass is probably shot. He's going to do whatever is most exciting and I hear murder has a certain thrill to it.} She explains, rustling in the background telling them she's getting out of bed. {I'll wake your cousin, her magic is similar enough that she'll be better able to take a look at him while you and I perform final rites for the poor thing.}

“You’re not mad?” Yamaguchi checks in, singing in relief when he sees the road that will lead to his house.

{With you? No, you worried yourself sick fearing this. Him? I’m sure it was with good intentions, but I will definitely be having a word with him for letting it get this far. Do you hear me, Kei?}

“Yes, ma’am.” Tsukishima pouts, not even trying to defend himself.

{Good. Honestly, how did you let it get this far and nobody notice?} She huffs before hanging up as she meets them at the gate.

“Give me until the end of the night, I’m sure I’ll have at least twenty red flags that I chalked up to him being an asshole and/or finally letting people in- Oh my god, you genuinely laughed at Nishinoya and Tanaka’s graduation prank. The prank, not them.”

“Yeah, kind of surprised you didn’t catch that one,” Tsukishima admits with a shrug as he hands the werewolf off to Yamaguchi’s mom with an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Kimi. He had stressed himself out enough, I didn’t want to add another thing on top of it.”

“I know, dear.” She sighs as her eyes glow gold and the corpse starts levitating. “For such a prickly brat, you’ve always been very protective of him. It was one of the reasons you were allowed to stay.” Honey-colored eyes narrow. “That’s not going to change, right?”

Tsukishima scoffs in genuine offense. “It’s probably going to get worse now that he knows.”

They both ignore Yamaguchi’s petulant whine about being able to take care of himself as the captain’s mother smirks. “That’s what I like to hear. You two are horrible influences on each other and those other two have done nothing to help so hopefully you can keep each other in line.”

Yamaguchi snorts now, shaking his head. “Pretty sure poor Yama is the last normal one so I wouldn’t go banking on either of us.”

Tsukishima tilts his head in confusion but his attempt to ask is cut off by an only slightly older—maybe 23-years-old—woman who looks like she just rose from a crypt joining them.

“Ah, Mori. Excellent. You needed a break from textbooks anyway.” Kimi smiles, resting a hand on the woman’s arm.

“I have finals in…” Mori blinks blearily at her phone before yawning. “Three…four hours?...The morning. Whatever, this better be good.”

The other three glance at the floating dead body, and it takes a moment before Mori’s eyes widen. “Oh shit, I’m not hallucinating that?”

“Dear, please sleep after this. You’ll do yourself no good doing all this studying only to fall asleep during the test.” Kimi sighs.

Mori just waves her off, looking more awake as she gets closer to examine it. “...Dammit, Dashi already looted it.”

“Obviously.” Yamaguchi scoffs, patting his bag and glaring at his cousin when she tries to get close. “Mine.”

“Selfish, prick.” She huffs with a pout before looking at Kimi. “So why was I needed and can I keep the body.”

“Your reaper magic is closest to Tadashi’s and it seems to have infected his boyfriend. We were hoping you could look Kei over and make sure he’s actually okay or if we need to find a solution to prevent more of…” Kimi waves vaguely at the corpse. “This.” She narrows her eyes next. “And no locals.”

“Ugh! Fine!” She Mori groans before turning sleep-deprived eyes on Tsukishima, “Come on blondie. Let’s see what level of the psyche ward, Dashi put you in.”

“And if it can be undone,” Yamaguchi huffs.

“...This far out, unlikely.” Mori decides with a shake of her head. “At this point, it’s more about seeing what needs to be managed and how to manage it rather than actually fixing it.” She lets out a sigh. “You just had to be human, huh? Grandmother’s magic would have been perfect for completely suppressing the stabby part.”

“Eh, it’d probably just turn into a different method.” Tsukishima shrugs, sighing when Yamaguchi scoffs. “Classes are mind-numbingly easy this year. My mind wanders.”

“Wha-Tsukki, have you been plotting murder in Calculus?!” Yamaguchi balks in annoyance.

“History mostly, but yeah. They practically give you a manual.”

Kimi is the one to snort now as Yamaguchi just groans into his palms. “I don’t think that’s what they mean by ‘learn from history’, dear.” She chuckles before waving him off. “Now go, she does need some sleep before finals so let’s make this quick. You can stay here after.”

“Thank you, Kimi.” Tsukishima smiles tiredly, finally letting it show that the night has has some effect on him as he accepts a hug from the only slightly shorter woman. “I promise you guys are safe.”

This gets another laugh as she thumps him on the shoulder. “Oh, dear, I’d love to see you try, but I appreciate the sentiment…Things are getting better at home, right, or do you need to stay here for a while?”

“Akiteru’s moved out anyway, but yes things are better.” Tsukishima nods before his face twists into a scowl. “Though if he makes another stupid pun…”

Yamaguchi finally laughs again as he shakes his head. “You are not killing your brother over a stupid joke, Tsukki.” He sighs, nudging him towards Kimi as she starts leaving. “Now go get checked out. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”

“Sorry for all the trouble.” Tsukishima apologizes with a quick kiss before he’s finally snapped at by an under-caffeinated college student and finally leaves.

“Come on, sweetie.” Kimi smiles at her son as he finally lets the worry show on his face. “Let’s clean up his mess and we’ll see what to do from there. Neither of you are alone in this.”

Yamaguchi deflates in slight relief at the reminder as he smiles at her weakly. “I know, thanks, mom…and sorry for waking you up.”

“Anytime, Tadashi. I’m just relieved you trust me enough to not try to do it alone.” She assures, guiding him and the corpse to the house. “It means I did something right.”

“That and I probably would have called you in an hour anyway having a breakdown with a target on my back.” He sighs in self-deprecation, but with a smile still in place as his mother laughs.

“Oh, definitely, so I’m glad I was the first response.” She hums before shooing him up the stairs as she changes directions to the woods behind the house. “Now go get your kit. You two still have school in the morning and murder is not a valid excuse.”

This gets a snort out of Yamaguchi as he moves to follow orders. “Yes, mom.”

~~~

It is, in fact, too late to fix whatever Yamaguchi’s Awakening did to Tsukishima so he’s been sentenced to Yamaguchi watching him like a hawk and a few days of journaling until they can figure out the right potions to at least even him out. This would be fine and all if it didn’t turn out he was allergic to most of the ingredients they tried and had to be made to throw it all up before it could actually hurt him.

“Tsukkiiii~” Yamaguchi hiccups, finally allowing himself his breakdown when his aunt decides the blond’s body has been through enough for a while and he’s just going to have to actively control himself. “I’m so sorry!”

Tsukishima just sighs, pulling Yamaguchi into his lap to cry against his shoulder. “You’re fine, Yams. It’s not your fault it got this far, I should have said something.”

“Yes, you should have, you ass, but maybe Grandmother was right and I should be around yo-”

Tsukishima cuts him off with an attempted growl as he holds the captain close. “Mine.”

“Tsu-Tsukki!” Yamaguchi squeaks, squirming a bit. “Need to breathe!”

Tsukishim lets up slightly with a huff. “What’s done is done, and I’m pretty sure I will hunt you if you try to leave so don’t say stupid shit…No, I will hunt you down. Unless you tell me fuck off, and mean it, you’re stuck with me.”

The mere thought makes Yamaguchi’s own possessive streak flare up as his magic flickers around them and he finally notices how Tsukishima’s body comes to attention before relaxing all at once at the familiar eeriness that comes with that. “Mine.”

He can feel Tsukishima smirking against his hair before there’s a kiss placed there. “Glad we’re in agreement.”

Yamaguchi just huffs at the smugness in the blond’s tone as he accepts a tissue offered to him. “Do you always react like that to my magic?”

“Like what?” Tsukishima hums, allowing the subject to change if it starts getting the greenette out of his head.

“The whole jerking to attention before turning to putty,” Yamaguchi mumbles as he blows his stuffy nose. “How have I not noticed?”

“Ah, it feeds the weird and I feel like I can fight a god, but then I can feel the power coming off of you and remember I don’t have to.” Tsukishima shrugs. “It’s usually instant so you’ve never had a chance to notice. You’re worked up right now though so the fight part lasted longer.”

Yamaguchi groans at the reminder that his magic did this but then long fingers are playing with his hair and he starts relaxing. “Stop that. Let me panic in peace.”

“Nope, you’ll spiral too far and then I will have to fight whatever god gave you so much anxiety.” Tsukishima hums, smirking when this gets a laugh out of Yamaguchi. “Plus we still have practice in an hour and you’ll just get more upset at yourself if you miss, captain.”

It’s adorable how it's almost the end of the season and Yamaguchi still gets flustered being called that. “Ye-yeah, right. Practice. Gods, I gotta get cleaned up before Hinata decides I need to cuddle instead of captain.”

Tsukishima snorts, pulling more tissue from his bag. “And Kageyama will hover and scare the first years with his pouting that looks like a glare.”

“Yeah, no, I don’t have the energy for that.” Yamaguchi sighs in exhaustion, having already cried his way through lunch earlier. “I need to tell them soon. Maybe they’ll hover less.”

“Maybe.” Tsukishima shrugs, helping his boyfriend get cleaned up before the others can get worried. “I’ll help you when you decide to.”

He never does get around to doing that as tournament season starts ramping up and they find themselves fighting their way through the ranks in their quest for nationals. It’s almost enough to make them forget what’s going on with Tsukishima as the high intensity of the games seems to satiate the little voice in his head and he’s actually dramatically improved now that he’s not trying to hide it.

Yamaguchi does notice Hinata and a first year that he’s pretty sure is some kind of shifter side-eyeing the blond a few times, but neither can actually sense magic and he doesn’t smell like an Underworlder so they’re forced to eventually accept that he’s just being extra serious even if making a Shiratorizawa first year cower was a bit much.

They make it all the way to third in the nation before they are defeated and that night, exhausted and sore is when Yamaguchi gets another late-night phone call that he answers with a groan.

“Someone had better be dead or dyi-” Yamaguchi finally checks the caller ID before groaning louder. “Someone’s dead, aren’t they?”

{Sorry.} Tsukishima mumbles and he does at least sound sorry. {I had extra energy so went for a jog. They at least picked a fight this time if that helps?}

Yamaguchi will evaluate what the fact that that does actually help a little means about his own psyche later. Right now, he has cleanup to help with. “Human or Underworlder?”

{Underworlder…Some kind of demon it looks like?} Tsukishima hums and Yamaguchi hears a grunt as Tsukishima pulls on something. {Unnaturally pretty like most of you, but is making the weirdness loud.}

“Yup, demon.” Yamaguchi sighs, pulling clothes on. “You’re lucky I love you, you know?”

{Love you, too…I want to lick it.}

“No.” Yamaguchi groans like he’s talking to a child. “And, more importantly, why?”

{I don’t know? Curiosity? Unexplored blood kink? Who knows. Why can’t I lick it?}

“Unexplored what?” Yamaguchi wheezes as he stumbles into his pants. “Wait, no, we’ll unpack that later. What do you mean why? Tsukishima Kei, you don’t know where they’ve been. You don’t know what clan they are so what effect that could have on you. Plus I think that crosses a new line and-”

{Do demons even get STDs?}

“Well, no, but-”

{You know those American movies you like with the frats that yell chug, chug, chug?}

“Yeah?” Yamaguchi frowns, confused at the subject change.

{My brain is currently doing that. Unless one of the effects is death, I’m doing it.}

“Tsukki!”

{Will it kill me?}

“Oh my gods, at least let me get over there in case they were Wrath, a subclass of, or Substances or something.” Yamaguchi groans, shoving his feet in his shoes and going to find his younger cousin who needed to practice his new portals. “I swear to go if you found an Adultery demon, you are so damn lucky we have two other boyfriends you might be able to trick it into accepting though I doubt any of us want that to be how they find out. Send me your location.”

He gets a location seconds later and sighs in relief when the blond agrees to at least wait to give in to the impulse. “See you soon.” He mumbles as he knocks on his cousin’s door before raising an eyebrow when he’s immediately told to come in but isn’t going to question the bad sleeping habits of a middle schooler. “Hey, have you figured out locations yet?”

Luckily for both of them, Yamaguchi’s cousin has figured out how to focus on Google Maps to make his portals go where he wants so now it's just a matter of making it big enough for Yamaguchi to get through.

“Call me when you’re ready. I can’t keep it open long.” His cousin shrugs before it snaps shut behind the soon-to-be former captain.

“Thanks.” Yamaguchi manages to get out before sighing and pulling out his phone to call Tsukki back. “Pretty sure I’m here.”

{Back of the alley.} Tsukishima answers, voice drifting from where he directed.

Yamaguchi hangs up again when he finally sees the blond before crouching next to the body. “We’re getting you a Hunter’s license.”

“Yeah, that makes sense.” Tsukishima sighs, pulling his knife back out of the corpse.

“...Did you seriously re-stab it?” Yamaguchi deadpans.

“I was bored.” Tsukishima shrugs, swinging the blade a bit.

“It took like ten minutes.” Yamaguchi sighs before shaking his head and starting to look the body over. “Yeah, definitely a demon. …No enlarged fangs so not Wrath or Murder.” He mumbles as he starts pulling out jars again. “Red-tinted claws. Are you injured at all?”

“Not in a way that drew blood.” Tsukishima shakes his head.

“Good…wait, why did you even have a knife on you, now that I’m thinking about it?” Yamaguchi asks as he pulls up the corpse’s shirt a bit to confirm his suspicion as a stomach tattoo appears in response to his magic.

“I went for a run at three in the morning.” Tsukishima shrugs. “Protection.”

Yamaguchi narrows his eyes but the knife is within legal range so he just sighs as he returns to getting ingredients off the body. “Well, it’s a Lust demon so you’re holding liquid aphrodisiac. Given the game we just played today, I would recommend wait- aaaand you already licked it.” The pinch hitter groans now. “I would ask why are you like this, but I, unfortunately, know the answer.”

“Yup,” Tsukishima smirks slightly before suddenly doubling over with a groan. “Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah, that will help,” Yamaguchi smirks back, snickering when Tsukishima glares at him. “I think I’m allowed to take a shot at you right now. Think you can keep your cool until we get back to my room with soundproofing runes or are we getting the edge off here?”

Tsukishima opens his mouth to answer but all that leaves is a pained groan as he looks at Yamaguchi pleadingly.

“Fucking next to a corpse.” Yamaguchi sighs as he absently puts his new ingredients away before licking some off his fingers so he can keep up, knowing how to spell it down temporarily for when they need to go. “The shit I do for you.”

“Love you?” Tsukishima tries before Yamaguchi’s eyes glow with magic and a full-body shiver wracks the blond’s pale frame before magic pins him to the wall. “Fuck, Yams. Have I mentioned you’re hot when you do that?”

“You’ve been more vocal lately, yeah.” Yamaguchi pants breathlessly, the blood hitting him just as fast as he steps around the body to surge forward and lock his lips with Tsukishima’s own, both moaning into the kiss.

It’s a lot more tongue and teeth than normal as they chase the unnaturally sweet taste of the demon’s blood in the other’s mouth and Yamaguchi’s magic fizzles around them to remove their clothes. What plane they get sent to, he’ll figure out in a bit, but he wants the blond naked now, and the sentiment seems to be shared as Tsukishima uses his limited movement to start attacking Yamaguchi’s neck with kisses and bites.

“Shit, you better not make this a habit.” Yamaguchi groans, whining when Tsukishima acts like he’s going to pull away. “But right now, don’t stop.”

“That’s what I thought.” Tsukishima smirks, biting Yamaguchi’s shoulder before letting out his own almost whining noise when Yamaguchi grabs his hair to yank his head back and returns the favor with a thigh slotted between long, pale legs.

“Keep it up, and I treat you like a human pet and make you get off on my leg like a dog,” Yamaguchi warns in the blond’s ear before he bites the lobe and makes his way back down.

Tsukishima would later blame the greenette’s magic and the demon blood on why that makes his head spin as he moans, but right now, the thought makes him moan as he does his best to rut against the offered thigh despite the magic pinning him to the wall. “Fuck, Yams.”

“Oh? Does the little human maybe want to be the wicked witch’s pet?” Yamaguchi smirks, having felt Tsukishima twitch against his thigh. “Another thing you should have mentioned sooner. There’s a whole ritual for that, though I think I would have missed my asshole boyfriend too much to go through with it.”

Despite some of the weirder things they’ve managed to get into and the absolute insanity of right now, it’s for some reason Yamaguchi complimenting his admittedly less-than-stellar personality that has Tsukishima’s ears turning pink with a blush. “Yams…Yama…please. Fuck, feels like I’m burning. Fuck me, let me fuck you. Don’t care, just fuck, I need to cum.”

“I was trying to-fuck-” Yamaguchi gasps as his magic lets him feel Tsukishima straining against it and he can feel the powerful muscles tense and flex in the blond’s quest for more. “I was trying to warn you.”

“And I already warned you months ago that we’re currently in ‘I do what I want’ territory so talk faster next ti-Shit!”

“You dragged me out of bed at four in the morning, I don’t think you get to make demands right now.” Yamaguchi hums, the demon blood encouraging him to play with his squirming partner a bit.

“Right, sorry, I’ll behave, just please.” The blocker groans, crying out when Yamaguchi finally gets a hand around his dick. He’ll later be grateful when he thinks back and realizes the pinch hitter’s hastily constructed glamor is probably the only reason they weren’t caught.

Yamaguchi fake tsks at all the noise Tsukishima is making but knows he must be desperate to be begging this soon so takes pity on him by starting to stroke him, grimacing at having to use more demon blood for any kind of slide. “So demanding. I don’t have lube on me, you know? My hand is going to have to work until we get through the portal so behave before I magically suppress mine and make you have to act like you didn’t turn yourself into a desperate whore out of curiosity.”

Golden eyes widen at the captain’s words, but all he can do is moan as his cock practically throbs. Usually, he’s the one doing the dirty talk, even when Yamaguchi tops so this is definitely new. “Fuck, Yams. Please tell me you-”

“Enough for a jar,” Yamaguchi assures, head tilting towards where his bag is. “Please try to not refill it for a while.”

“I’m not even going to try to lie on that one.” Tsukishima snorts before gasping and thrashing when Yamaguchi’s magic shifts to start playing with his nipples. “Fuck.”

“When we get back to mine.” The greenette smirks, speeding up his hand as Tsukishima starts thrashing again.

“Shit, close. Fuck, Yams, I-” Tsukishima starts actually whining embarrassingly fast as he both seeks out more and tries to escape all the different stimulants.

“Go on, Tsukki.” Yamaguchi snickers, watching the blush spread across pale cheeks. “Cum whenever you want. I’ll just use that pretty mouth of yours to get myself off before we go.”

This seems to do it for the blocker as he throws his head back with a shout and cums hard into Yamaguchi’s hand, whimpering a little as the captain continues to work him through it. “Please…” He eventually hisses when it starts creeping into too much.

Yamaguchi smirks, letting him go all together, including his magic so he can help lower the blond to his knees without busting them. “Open wide. I had some too to be able to keep up.”

Tsukishima doesn’t hesitate, letting his mouth fall open as he looks up at Yamaguchi with hazy eyes that spell a long night for the both of them. “You drive me crazy, you know?”

He can already see the snarky comment about it being the other way around forming in the quirk of Tsukishima’s mouth so wastes no further time gathering slightly curled hair to guide the blonde onto his cock with a groan. “Fuck, you feel like a furnace.”

Tsukishima just hums, trying to get more of the greenette into his mouth and huffing when Yamaguchi’s grip on his hair just tightens, preventing further movement.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m awful. I don’t trust you to obey your limits right now though so just sit there and take it.” Yamaguchi huffs before pulling out to slide back in with a groan. “Shit.:

Tsukishima has no further complaints as Yamaguchi starts fucking his face, the blond gagging only occasionally when he tries to swallow around the head at the wrong time, but otherwise moaning as best as he can while having a mouth full of dick.

Yamaguchi, for his part, certainly can’t complain as he snaps his hips maybe a bit rougher than he should, but fuck the blond’s mouth feels amazing and the demon blood isn’t helping the situation as his body demands sex of any kind and his magic flares in reaction, definitely making them much worse. As embarrassing as it is, they can both blame it on the demon blood when it doesn’t take Yamaguchi long to cum either and he’s spilling down Tsukishima’s throat with a groan.

“Fuck, Tsukki…” He pants as he realizes the blond has swallowed it all and still looks hungry for more. “Come on, let’s get back. I can spell myself normal for a bit, but I’m magically silencing you just to be safe, okay?”

Tsukishima nods, too horny to really care as his clothes reappear on his person and he has time to readjust himself while Yamaguchi fights the corpse into a Spacial bag for easier transport before calling his cousin. “Yeah, we’re ready.”

The next hour sees Tsukishima being locked in Yamaguchi’s room for the witch to run clean up before the next nearly half a day leaves them covered in and full of so much cum and other fluids, they’re not entirely sure who’s is what. All they know is that a knife did join the mix at some point and Yamaguchi will be having a word with his very confused boner later on about why Tsukishima covered in blood is so hot.

“Never…fuck.” Yamaguchi wheezes as they finally start coming down. “Never do that again…at least not right after a game. I feel like I was hit by a truck.”

Tsukishima groans next to him in agreement, hand flopping a bit until it can pet green hair. “Fair…” His voice doesn’t sound any better.

“I don’t even have water magic to clean us off.” The captain mutters into his pillow, having immediately fallen back into it when he attempted to get up.

“Don’t think…” Tsukishima has to clear his throat. “We’d be laying here like this if you did.”

“Mmm, true…Think Natsu will trade?” Yamaguchi mumbles, snorting when Tsukishima asks if that’s a thing. “No, you dork, but it’d be really fucking convenient if it was given how much of an introvert he is.”

“Does sound easier.” Tsukishima agrees with his brow furrowed in thought. “...Send some of your magic at me. No will behind it, just push it.”

Yamaguchi groans at having to do anything but does so before frowning when Tsukishima starts getting up. “Tsukki?”

“We’re gross, and your magic gives me an adrenaline boost, remember?” Tsukishima explains, groaning as he goes. “I share the truck sentiment though.”

Yamaguchi snorts but is too tired to try to stop him as he hears the bath start in the en suite he will never not be grateful for and is gathered into long, pale arms minutes later. “Have I mentioned I love your big brain?”

“It's a new one,” Tsukishima smirks as he tries not to stumble before all but melting the second they’re in the tub with shared groans. “Yeah, no more of that.”

This gets another snort out of Yamaguchi who doesn’t argue, simply snuggling close as Tsukishima starts playing with his hair.

He feels like he’s forgetting to tell somebody something, but his mom has already dealt with the new body and so it can’t be too important if he doesn’t remember.

It’ll pop up eventually.

#haikyuu tsukiyama #tsukiyama #tsukishima kei #yamaguchi tadashi #haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! smut #tsukishima x yamaguchi #background tsukiyamakagehina #background tsukishima x yamaguchi x kageyama x hinata #OCs #tw blood #tw murder #dead dove do not eat

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saezurufeels · 1 year

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This is going to sound like a weird question but how do you think Yashiro would react if Doumeki told him he wanted to be just friends while Yashiro was still in love with him? And the situation switched with Doumeki being in unrequited love with Yashiro? I think Doumeki would try to act like he could but would constantly get jealous and possessive like he did when he was trying to hide his feelings. I like to think Yashiro would also try to act like he is unaffected but would have moments of weakness like in ch 45 when he ran away bc he thought Doumeki didn’t love him. I don’t think he would act the same like he did with Kageyama because Kageyama is Kageyama and Doumeki is different. I like to entertain myself with au prompts while waiting for the next chapter lol. Unfortunately I am not very good at writing fan fiction.

Oh, I love this idea, and I think you should try writing an AU about it! Writing skills get better when you practice them. And if not, at least you’re keeping yourself entertained :)

Okay, so assuming we keep all the plot development so far, I’d say Yashiro would be miffed if Doumeki acted like he just wanted to be friends. I mean, he basically already is lol. I’m remembering chapter 46 when Yashiro told Doumeki to get out of his apartment if he’s done, even though minutes before he was edging him on to confess his true feelings. I think Yashiro knows there’s more than Doumeki’s letting on, so I agree with you, I don’t think Yashiro would act the same with Doumeki that he did with Kageyama (self-sabotaging and such). Kageyama didn’t really show any romantic interest in Yashiro, just sexual (fetishistic), but there is obviously more with Doumeki, much, much more. A whole history. And that’s not easy to forget, especially if you take into account how Doumeki has been acting since the timeskip. One minute he’s grabbing his waist or picking him off the sofa, and the next minute he’s rescuing him from Kido. And Yashiro notices every little thing.

So, hypothetically, if this were a lighthearted AU, I could see Yashrio trying to make Doumeki jealous on purpose. He would call Doumeki over to his apartment to discuss important business, but then he’d “forget” what time they were suppose to meet, and when Doumeki arrives for the meeting, there’d be a random guy in Yashiro’s bed. Just little Yashiro things. As for Doumeki, I agree that he would try and fail to remain neutral. Again, I think he already is. He’s trying to stay away from Yashiro, but he failed on the first night, and then again on the second and the third. It’s not possible. He’d end up being Yashiro’s unofficial bodyguard if he tried to remain friends. He’d have to come up with excuses to keep Yashiro away from other guys, and when that fails he’ll probably start breaking jaws. Little Doumeki things. Love to see it though

#asks and replies #yashiro #doumeki

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kagehinafromtheconcrete · 2 years

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afterglow || ch 11: lotion (fictober day 2)

fandom: haikyuu!! fic summary: Kageyama has learned a lot of things since befriending Hinata Shouyou. Things about Hinata, things about himself. How to open up. How to be vulnerable. How to love. And Hinata? Hinata learns more about Kageyama than he ever thought he would. Kagehina drabble collection ft. the rest of Karasuno, written for sarahenany. Daily drabbles for Fictober 2022! fictober day 2: "nobody told you about me?" by @fictober-event ch summary: Hinata's hands are dry and cracked due to the nippy weather. Kageyama gives him some lotion to remedy this. entire drabble below. :) find the whole collection: ao3 // tumblr

Hinata winced as he pulled on his uniform blazer, the back of his hands stinging. When he looked down at them, he realized why: “Ugh, my hands are so dry.”

“Have you tried using lotion?” Yamaguchi asked, already dressed and standing by the doorway, ready to leave.

“I don’t have any with me,” Hinata admitted with a pout.

Suga winced sympathetically. “Ouch. I’m sorry, Hinata. I don’t have any on me, either.”

Hinata’s pout deepened. He sighed and buttoned up his blazer, studying his hands as he went. It wasn’t even the good kind of sting—the kind that followed a good spike. The nippy October wind probably wasn’t going to help.

“It is getting colder out,” Daichi said. “I’ll try to bring a bottle tomorrow to keep in the club room.”

“Thank you, Daichi-san,” Hinata said, wondering if he even had any at home. His mother probably did, somewhere—if not, well. He’d be stuck waiting until tomorrow.

Something poked his arm. “Here.”

He blinked at the sound of Kageyama’s voice and then blinked again when he saw what had poked him: a medium-sized bottle of hand cream. “Waaaaahhhhh, you have some!”

“Why are you surprised?”

Hinata wasn’t sure. Kageyama took that extra step when caring for his own hands—he even clipped and filed his fingernails, whereas Hinata’s were bitten and uneven. Of course he had hand lotion.

“Are you gonna take it or not?” Kageyama asked abruptly.

“Oh! Yes, thank you!”

Their teammates continued getting dressed and filing out of the clubroom, probably ready for a hot bath and a meal. Hinata, anxious for both as well and knowing their captain was waiting for everyone to finish so he could lock up, hurried to snap the cap open and squirt some into his hands.

Except he must’ve squeezed the bottle too hard because a lot more came out than he intended.

Eek! That’s a lot!

“Dumbass. You don’t need that much,” Kageyama said and gave him an unimpressed look.

“Nobody warned you about me?” Hinata said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “I always use this much.”

“Right. You and your tiny hands.”

Hinata lifted his gaze to meet Kageyama’s fiercely. “It was a joke, you jerk. I obviously didn’t mean to. And—hey! My hands aren’t tiny!”

“I dunno,” Suga commented, eyeing Hinata’s hands. “They’re a little small…”

“Suga-sannnnn!”

“Idiot, give me that,” Kageyama said.

Hinata didn’t get a chance to reply before Kageyama took the bottle back, shoved it under his arm to hold it hands-free, and scooped half the lotion from Hinata’s palm to use for his own hands.

“There,” he said when he was done rubbing it in. “Oi. Don’t just stand there.”

Hinata realized after several seconds that he was staring at Kageyama with his mouth open. He squeaked and slathered it over his fingers and palms, wincing again at the sting. “Ouch…”

“It’s probably going to hurt a little bit because your hands need to heal,” Daichi pointed out.

“You should keep a bottle with you,” Kageyama told him. “You need to keep your skin moisturized.”

Hinata nodded, looking down at his hands as he continued to work the cream into his skin, cheeks traitorously hot. He tried not to think about the way Kageyama’s fingers, long and warm, felt against his palm as he took half the lotion so it wouldn’t go to waste.

As promised, Daichi brought a bottle of lotion for the club room the following morning for everyone to use when needed. But what Hinata couldn’t get over was that Kageyama also brought an extra bottle—one specifically for Hinata—and told him to apply it regularly.

He appreciated their captain’s kindness along with the rest of the team, but it was Kageyama’s generosity that left him feeling warm and fuzzy inside.

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lys-9-10 · 1 year

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Tanaka gripes about being the only Karasuno player without an OTP

aka #3 of 5 times Tsukki reluctantly gives relationship advice + 1 time somebody returns the favour

“It isn’t faaaaiir,” Tanaka griped, hauling his shoe bag out of his locker and slamming the door shut. “Kageyama and Hinata. Asahi and Noya. Suga and Daichi. You two.” He jerked his head between Tadashi and Tsukki, who had the misfortune of being the only ones left in the locker room to hear Tanaka’s poor-little-old-me rant. “Even Kiyoko and Yachi. Literally everybody is part of an OTP except me!”

Tsukki frowned and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “You realize the only pairing you mentioned there that’s actually a thing is Kageyama and Hinata.”

“Yah but that’s not the point! The point is, if you imagined the Karasuno team as the main characters in an anime or a manga or a YA novel or something – those would all be the OTPs everybody shipped. They’re just the iconic duos you know? But I don’t have an iconic duo! I’d be the only one doomed to die alone in the manga alternative universe! Hooooowwww did this happen to me??” Tsukki shook his head and swung his bag over his shoulder – his third attempt at exiting this conversation. “I think you need a healthy dose of separation from your sister.”

Saeko, though you’d never guess it from her brazen tough girl demeanour, apparently had a hidden nerd side. She was really into “fandoms” (Tsukki had been educated on the definition of that word, and many others, in the duration of Tanaka’s locker room melt-down).

Tsukki was a nerd in his own way, of course, so he’d like to say good for her, to each their own, let her have her fandoms and he’d have his dinosaur collection... But the thing was, while Tsukki’s dinosaur collection harmed no one, clearly Saeko’s fanishness was absolutely destructive for her little brother’s mental health.

“You spend more time with Noya than Asahi does,” Tadashi said helpfully. “Why wouldn’t you two be the OTP?”

Tanaka heaved an enormous sigh. “That’s what I said to my sister. But she said Noya and I have too much of a chill, bro dynamic and not enough profundity or tender moments. And she said–” he wrinkled his nose. “That I ‘present as too straight’. Apparently that’s a disadvantage in the fandom world.” Tsukki and Tadashi exchanged perplexed glances.

“So according to Saeko,” Tanaka continued, “The best that I can hope for is that Noya and I would be the bro- tp.”

“Oh good grief.” Tsukki was very done here. He headed to the door.

To his surprise, Tadashi didn’t follow immediately.

“What about that girl we bumped into at Nationals last year?” Tadashi tried again.

Tsukki paused and looked back at Tanaka. The latter’s cheeks had pinkened slightly. He’d immediately sobered, dropping the drama.

“Do you mean Kanoka?” Tanaka asked, evidently trying to sound casual.

“Yeah,” Tadashi said. “The tall, cute one with black hair. She liked you. Whatever happened to her?”

Truth be told, Tsukki had been wondering the same thing. Not wondering like he cared, of course… It just occurred to him once in a while.

Kanoka’s evident crush on Tanaka had been the prime team gossip for a few weeks at least. But then nothing ever happened, and so eventually the gossip died out.

Tanaka scratched the back of his head. “Well... I kinda flubbed that one. I freaked out and said my heart was set on another girl and then I thought her cousin was her boyfriend and freaked out even more and booked it without any explanation and... long story short, we never really got a chance to clear things up.”

Tsukki, still standing at the door, was now frowning deeply. “You told her your heart was set on another girl?” He didn’t bother to hide the judgment in his tone.

Tanaka flushed. “Yeah. I know it was kind of a jerk move but –”

“Are you talking about Kiyoko?”

Tanaka looked perplexed. “Obviously. Who else?”

Tsukki groaned. Without realizing what he was doing, he set down his bag. “That’s pathetic, Tanaka. You don’t have your heart set on Kiyoko – you have your dick set on her.”

Tadashi looked mildly impressed. Tanaka looked mildly affronted.

“What do you like about Kiyoko aside from the fact that she’s hot?” Tsukki challenged. “Have you ever even had a proper conversation with her? And no, harassing her while she stonewalls you doesn’t count as a conversation.”

“Hey!” Tanaka blustered. “She’s said twenty-three words to me!”

Tsukki arched a supercilious eyebrow. “In total, ever? You’ve been counting?” Tanaka opened his mouth, but Tsukki cut him off. “Nevermind. I don’t want to know. Look, all I’m saying is, Kanoka likes you and you obviously care about her.” Tsukki recalled the way Tanaka’s eyes had lit up upon spotting Kanoka – even before they fell to her chest. He recalled, too, the touching speech Kanoka had delivered about how Tanaka had helped her find confidence in herself, by chasing away her bullies and encouraging her to stand tall. (Touching in an objective way, that is. Tsukki himself had been unaffected while overhearing it.) “That’s more than can be said for you and Kiyoko. So if I were you...” Tsukki shrugged and picked up his bag again, throwing it over his shoulder. “I would reconsider your path forward.”

He turned once again towards the door, this time glancing at Tadashi and giving a “let’s go” jerk of his head. Tadashi hurried to join up with him – but before they exited, Tsukki felt Tanaka’s hand grip his elbow. Irritated, he attempted to shake it off, but Tanaka held on fast. “What do I do, Tsukishima?” the wing-spiker entreated, his eyes wide and pleading. “Like I said, I screwed up with Kanoka... How do I get another chance?” It was strange to see Tanaka relinquish his usual macho affectation and actually humble himself to beg Tsukki for advice... Tsukki took a moment to decide whether to be smug about it, or just annoyed. He went with the latter. “Don’t ask me,” he said peevishly. “Gather up the little bits of brain in your head and figure it out.” He forcibly removed Tanaka’s hand from his elbow and took hold of the doorknob. But as he turned it and pushed the door open, he found himself muttering, “Just ask her to go for coffee. It isn’t rocket science.”

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At the End of the Sun, Ch 14: Answers

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: M

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Kagehina (Kageyama/Hinata)

Characters: Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama

Word Count: Chapter: 5.4k; Whole Work: 160k

Summary: With betrayal comes answers.

A/N: Originally published on AO3 on March 4th. Further author's notes can be found there.

It’s over.

Shoyo’s heart clenched at the hurt resignation lining the man's wilting form. He’d done that to him. This was his fault. “It's not over!” he pleaded, “It's not! It hasn't been a year yet! We still have time together, I could’ve stayed home after taking the flowers to my family, but I came back, for you. I just…I couldn’t stand not knowing anymore."

"Why?" the man demanded. "Why now?! It's been months, we got so fucking close—” His voice caught on a breathless sob as he pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes. “A month! We just had a month! Why—?" He choked off, hands falling from his eyes to stare at Shoyo, the ire in his gaze intensifying with the realization washing over his features. "This happened after you went home. Why?"

"I…I just…" Shoyo was startled to feel tears on his cheek, and he rubbed them away with rough hands. "I don't know anything about you! I didn't understand how bad it was until I realized that I couldn't tell my family anything about you. I don't know your name, I don't know what your life was like before all of this, nothing!"

"That's bullshit, I've told you about myself—"

"I know you, Okami-san. But I can't tell my family about your favorite curry, or how much you love your sister, or how kissing you makes me feel invincible." Some part of him, deep inside, took comfort in the way the man's eyes softened, just a bit.

"My mom kept asking questions that I didn't have answers to, and don't tell me that I could've lied!" Shoyo ordered before the man could even open his mouth. "You've met her, and you know I'm a terrible liar. I swear I didn’t say anything, I kept my promise, but I couldn’t think of answers to her questions, and…that’s how she figured everything out. She’s the one who gave me the candle. And I resisted using it, I did, until Nee-san came and reminded me of how little I know about either of you, and that I didn't know why. You wouldn't even tell me why! So I thought that I could at least see your face. I deserved that much, to see who I was doing this all for. Please, Okami-san…” He set the candle aside, sat back on his heels, and bent forward until his forehead touched his hands where they were pressed against the floor. “I didn't know. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Silence fell and lingered, stretching on until Shoyo was aching with the temptation to look up. But he held his dogeza, and finally, he heard soft steps approaching him. A calloused hand found his chin and pressed up, until Shoyo had no choice but to lift his head and meet hauntingly dark blue eyes. They were only things that felt familiar out of his whole face, and Shoyo clung to that, even as his eyes flickered over the rest of the man’s body where he knelt.

“…Don’t apologize,” the man eventually muttered, “you’re right. It wasn’t fair of me to keep you in the dark for so long, after everything you’ve done. We just…we got so close.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” He felt strangely meek in front of the man's human form, with his straight posture and the casual command lining his body. Who…who was he? His stature belied the initial awkwardness he’d had in their first few weeks, even months, together. "M-maybe…maybe I can make it up!"

"Don't, Sho."

"We still have a month, I could—"

"Don't!" The firm word startled Shoyo into silence, letting the man mutter, "I meant what I said. It's over. The year, the deal, all of it. It stopped mattering the second you lit that candle and looked at me."

"I don't…I don't understand, what do you mean? The year isn't over, we were supposed to have a year!"

Confusion stained his desperation when the man screwed his eyes shut and let out a deep sigh. “I guess I can tell you now,” he murmured after a beat. “I was cursed. If you’d lasted one more month without seeing my face, then the curse would’ve been broken. I would’ve stopped transforming, I could’ve gone back home, back to my life…”

The grief falling over the man’s face was dwarfed by the devastating guilt choking off Shoyo’s air. A month. One month, and it would’ve been over. One month, and they could’ve returned to their lives, could’ve begun to build a new one together.

It was all Shoyo’s fault. No amount of reassurance would change that. And so, despite what the man had commanded before, Shoyo whispered, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t,” the man predictably scolded. “You messed up, but so did I. I wasn’t allowed to explain the curse to you, but I could’ve…I dunno, I could’ve figured out a way to answer your questions without revealing everything. This wasn’t fair to you.”

“It’s not fair to you, either.”

The man didn’t respond beyond a sigh, wilting where he knelt until his forehead rested against Shoyo’s. "I wish you'd trusted me," he whispered, words trembling, "I know why you didn’t. I know it wasn't fair. But I thought…I thought that, with how strange everything else was, you could at least trust me. This all would've been over if you'd just trusted me."

An apology rose to Shoyo's lips, but he bit it back. He knew it was futile. Nothing would change what he'd done. And no amount of insisting how much he loved and cared about the man would make up for the fact that he hadn't trusted him in a way that mattered.

There was no fixing his mistake. All he could ask was, "...What happens now?"

"I don't know." The man's eyes fluttered open as he pulled away, pinning Shoyo under a gaze full of grief and exhaustion and, worst of all, fear. "I don't know what happens if I try and fail to break the curse. Maybe I'll be stuck as a wolf forever, or maybe I'll be taken away for the rest of my life. I don't know. I'm…I'm scared, Sho."

The soft admission twisted something in Shoyo’s chest, and before he could rethink his move, his hand came up to cup a faintly stubbly cheek. He nearly jerked away immediately, but then the man leaned into his touch with a quiet sigh and shuttered eyes.

The sight of those eyes fluttering open again to gaze at him from under messy black hair tugged at something in Shoyo's memory, something beyond the awe of the man’s beauty. He was handsome, yes, but he was also so familiar, in a way that couldn’t be explained away by Shoyo’s familiarity with his wolf form nor his sister. “Okami-san,” he whispered, “who are you?”

The laugh that huffed out of the man was humorless, a bitter complement to the sad curve of his lips. “You already know me."

“Yeah? We’ve been living together for—”

“Dumbass, not like that.” His flippant words were in sharp contrast to the way he pulled Shoyo’s hand from his cheek and held tight to it. “I mean…you already knew me.”

“What—?”

“My name’s Tobio.”

Shoyo’s face creased with confusion. Tobio…Tobio…why did that sound so familiar?

When recognition didn't hit him, the man let out a soft huff and continued, "My name is Tobio, and when I was little, my favorite thing to do was sneak into samurai training and spar with an annoying little tangerine of a boy."

Realization hit him like a boulder, making his face go slack with shock just as the man—no, Tobio—chanced a look at him. “You…that was you? Why couldn’t I remember your—oh.” Shoyo’s guilt was suddenly crested by pure mortification. “Oh, no. Spirits, I…I told you about—shit!”

“About what?” A small, teasing grin tugged at Tobio's lips, like a ray of sunlight breaking through the clouds of his grief. “About falling in love with me?”

Shoyo couldn’t get annoyed. He was too busy untangling their fingers so he could bury his face in his hands. “That’s so— I’m— you didn’t say anything, you ass!”

He put up a half-hearted resistance against Tobio’s attempts to pull his hands away, only to give up completely at the sound of a real laugh. How could he resist the chance to see those lovely lips spread into the warmest smile he’d ever seen?

“I couldn’t say anything!” Tobio was saying as he managed to tug Shoyo’s hands from his face and hold them tight. “I couldn’t risk you knowing what I looked like. But I wanted to, Sho, it killed me that I couldn’t tell you. The curse wouldn’t let me.”

It made sense, but Shoyo didn't want to admit that out loud. Besides, he had a more important question: "What happened to you? Why did you stop coming to training?"

"Ah…I was sent away to complete my own training." A frown flickered over his sweet lips, as though he were being forbidden from samurai training all over again. "My grandfather wanted me to focus on training to take over the…the family trade."

Curiosity pricked at Shoyo. But before he could ask about the "family trade," Tobio's frown melted into quiet longing. "I missed you so much. Everyday, I thought about sneaking back to see you. Sometimes, when training got really hard, I imagined you were with me and pushing me to work harder."

He bundled Shoyo’s hands into one of his own—Shoyo valiantly tried to ignore the pulse of heat that went through him at the sight of his hands being so easily dwarfed—to brush the backs of his knuckles against Shoyo’s cheek in a heartachingly tender touch. “I’ve known it was you since the start, since before the start. I wanted to tell you who I was, tell you how I felt about you, but I couldn’t. If…if I’d known telling you who I was would’ve kept you from lighting the candle, I would’ve told you when the year began.”

A thrill shot up Shoyo’s spine, even as he felt like he was drowning in those eyes and his own resurfacing guilt. “You recognized me?”

“How could I not? I fell in love with you, dumbass. And between your hair and how loud you are, you're pretty easy to notice in a crowd.”

Despite the taunting words and his indignant flush, Shoyo still felt the knot in his gut begin to loosen at the fondness glittering through the hurt in Tobio’s eyes. “It’s not my fault you always—”

Realization choked him off, the pieces of the puzzle rearranging themselves into an ugly picture. “You…did you plan this?” he asked, his stomach twisting tighter with every word.

Tobio blinked. “What?”

“Did you plan this?” Shoyo repeated, much firmer this time. He rose to his feet, panicked betrayal making him pace as his throat tightened. “You remembered who I was. You knew me from before. Did you…did you pick me because you hoped I would fall in love with you again? You took me from my work, from my family, all to—” His words caught on the lump in his throat. He’d thought…he’d thought what they had was pure, real, untouched by the curse or the illness or any of the strange circumstances they were caught in. But the thought of Tobio knowingly orchestrating this somehow…deliberately seeking out Shoyo and waiting for the chance to offer a deal…

“What? No!” Tobio scrambled to his feet and tugged his robe back on, but he didn’t make any move to come closer. Some part of Shoyo was grateful for that—he couldn’t be sure that he wouldn’t lash out if Tobio tried to touch him. “No, I swear, I didn’t plan for any of this. I thought I would be stuck with this curse forever. How can a talking wolf convince someone to leave their life for a year? But then I overheard you and your mother talking about the flowers, and I realized that I could make the journey. I could give you what you needed. This could be an exchange, instead of me just…taking a year of your life.”

He took a slow step towards Shoyo, and Shoyo took a step back, his eyes stinging with tears. “Shoyo…,” Tobio pleaded, his voice softer with entreaty, “I didn’t want any of this to happen. It would have been so, so much easier to keep pretending I didn’t know you and live as only friends. I should’ve known that would be impossible. I couldn’t keep myself from falling for you before. I don’t know why I thought I could do it this time.”

“Don’t…don’t flatter me,” Shoyo mumbled, still holding himself back. Every nerve in his body ached to fall back into Tobio’s arms, to let his eyes drink him in as hungrily as his hands had for the past several months.

In the short time he’d been able to see Tobio’s human form, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was looking at an heir. It was etched in his posture, the quiet confidence in his voice, the steadiness of his eyes. But now, in just these few moments, all of that had melted into desperation and guilt. His shoulders were curved in, his hands were hesitant, and his eyes searched desperately for something in Shoyo’s gaze. “I’m not,” he croaked now. “It’s not flattery. It’s the truth. I didn’t…I didn’t want to fall for you. Not like this.”

He took another step towards him, and this time, Shoyo let him. He stood tall and raised his chin, trying to stare down at Tobio despite him looming over Shoyo. But his lips trembled, no matter how tightly he pressed them together, and he could feel a sob clawing its way up his throat.

Tobio didn’t touch Shoyo when he finally stood in front of him. He just…gazed at him, and Shoyo stared back, greedily drinking in his features despite everything. Even in the faint, flickering light of the candle, he was the most handsome person Shoyo had ever seen.

He didn’t know how to reconcile this…this beautiful man with the quiet voice and gentle touches he’d fallen in love with in the dark, or with the wolf who had kept him company and offered comfort, or with the grumpy, bratty boy who had demanded the very best from him. It made it easier to hold onto his panic and sense of betrayal as he grappled with whether or not he was telling the truth.

Then those lovely lips parted, and in a soft voice that reminded Shoyo of whispered confessions and gasped pleas, Tobio breathed, “Shoyo.”

That was it. Shoyo broke. A sob heaved out of the bottom of his lungs, and he felt tears begin to run down his cheeks as Tobio rested their foreheads together with a soft sigh. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he whispered, “and the biggest inconvenience to my heart.”

“You don’t get to say that,” Shoyo complained with a wet laugh.

“No,” Tobio agreed sheepishly, “I don’t.”

Shoyo’s fingers clung to Tobio’s robes at his waist as he sighed and leaned in more, letting their noses brush and their lips ghost against each other. “You’re my favorite inconvenience,” he murmured on a shuddering breath, smiling despite himself.

Tobio laughed, a light brush of air against Shoyo’s cheeks. “Mine, too.” He leaned in to touch his lips to Shoyo’s, the contact so light, so hesitant, that Shoyo could hear the unspoken ask for permission.

He gave it easily, tilting his chin for a proper kiss. It was quick and chaste and made his heart feel too big for his chest. It made him remember one of the lines his father used on his mother, a line that had made him and Natsu groan when they were little, but that he now felt the full meaning of. “You’re my whole heart, Okami-san…Tobio.”

He could hear Tobio’s breath catch, before he repeated in a whisper, “Mine, too. I’m sorry, Sho.”

“Why’re you apologizing?” He pulled away to meet Tobio’s eyes, heart clenching at the tears shining at him. “Oh…,” he breathed, cupping his face and brushing his thumbs along his dark, damp lashes, “what happened, Tobio?” Saying that name again after so long felt surreal, but he had to focus. “Who did this…all of this to you?”

Tobio swallowed hard as he took Shoyo’s hands and quietly brought him back to the futon, kneeling in silent invitation. “It…it was an accident,” he murmured once Shoyo sat in front of him, “a stupid accident. That’s what caused all this.”

Everything in Shoyo burned to verbally urge him to keep talking, but he could see him searching for the right words. So he stayed quiet, only encouraging him with a squeeze of his hands.

“I was 16,” Tobio eventually said, “when it happened. I was allowed to go hunting with my own party for the first time, without my grandfather or tutors supervising. It was all I’d ever wanted growing up, and I was…I was desperate to prove that I’d earned that independence. I didn’t want them to regret it, especially my grandfather.

“It started out fine. Great, even. We set up camp early in the morning, and spent the day hunting for our lunch and dinner. We’d heard word of more wolves being around than usual, but I still managed to shoot down a deer, and that fed most of the party for lunch. I was so proud of myself, until one of the other boys shot down a wolf that had been drawn in by the smell. Suddenly he was getting all of the praise and attention for protecting the party, and I…I was 16. I was stupid, egotistical, and jealous. I felt like he’d stolen the glory I got for feeding the party.”

He let out a slow breath, though it did nothing to smooth away the furrow between his brows. “I didn’t mean to act on that. I wasn’t planning on it. What were the chances of us seeing another wolf, anyway? But then, when we headed back out, I was allowed to go off on my own. And that’s when I saw it: this big, beautiful, dark brown wolf.

“It didn’t notice me at first. It was too busy drinking from the river. But when it did, it didn’t…do anything. It didn’t snarl or try to attack. It didn’t even look upset. It just looked at me, huffed, and turned away.”

Tobio’s fingers shook around Shoyo’s, only stilling when Shoyo gave them another steadying squeeze. “I told myself I did it to protect the party from another potential attacker. But that wasn’t it. I think I was just…I dunno, insulted by how easily it ignored me. Like it didn’t think I was worth worrying about, like I didn’t pose any sort of danger. My ego was so bruised that I didn’t stop to think about how weird it was for a wild wolf to act like that. I didn’t think at all. I just aimed an arrow and fired at its heart.”

Shoyo felt his own heart crawl up to his throat. “Did you…?”

“Yeah. A perfect shot.” Tobio let out a humorless laugh. “Just like I’d always been taught. The wolf fell behind some bushes, so I couldn’t see it, but I could hear its pants and whines. It was in pain, and I wanted to shoot it again, just to end its suffering. So I started walking towards it, and I got close enough to hear when…when its sounds changed.”

His fingers tightened almost painfully, but Shoyo didn’t budge or make a sound. He was too focused on the anguish and regret creasing Tobio’s face. “It didn’t sound like a wolf anymore…it sounded like a man. A man in pain. There was a flash of light just as I stepped past the bushes, and when I could see again, I didn’t see a wolf. I saw two men: one was in a kimono and the other was naked and bleeding all over the lap of the kimono, with my arrow stuck in his chest. The man in the kimono’s hand was glowing with magic, and he had it over the other man’s wound, and they were speaking to each other.

“I don’t know how long I stood there. I don’t know how long the first man tried to heal the second. But eventually the second man pulled the first man’s glowing hand away and held it to his lips. And then he…the man I shot, he…he died.

“That's when the first man started screaming.” Tobio’s eyes screwed shut, as though he were hearing the screams at that moment. “I…I’ve never heard grief like that before. And then he looked at me, and I…” A shudder went through him, and the light of the candle flickered over his heaving chest. “I didn’t know I could ever do something to earn that sort of rage. I thought he would set me on fire with just his eyes.

“He looked at me, me and my bow and arrows, and said, ‘You did this.’ He asked me if I was proud of myself, killing an innocent man, being a murderer. Asked me if I knew what I’d done, who I’d taken from him.”

Tobio’s voice was hollow as he recited the words, but Shoyo felt fear creep cold and quiet through him. “He didn’t let the other man go the whole time. He just…knelt there, called me a spoiled child, said I probably haven’t faced a consequence in my life. My short, sorry life. But he wanted to be the first to give one to me.”

“Oh,” Shoyo breathed, “then he…he…”

“He cursed me.” Tobio’s eyes relaxed open to meet Shoyo’s wide gaze. The pain and regret in his dark depths made Shoyo ache with the longing to go back in time and save him somehow. “I had to find someone to live with me for a year and let me sleep next to them without ever seeing my human face. That would require the kind of trust that would be impossible for a murderer like me to find, especially as a wolf.

“I didn’t say anything, couldn’t say anything. By the time I would’ve asked him what he meant, he’d already transformed me and told me that until I could meet those terms, I’d be cursed to be a wolf by day and a human at night. And then he was gone. I was forced to escape the hunting party and survive on my own for a month. I didn’t have anything except my bow, arrows, and the clothes I was wearing.

“By the time he found me again, I had managed to make my way here, and I was sleeping under the engawa because I didn’t have the keys to the house. He was the one who unlocked everything, and he gave me the bracelets for whoever I convinced to live with me. He said I should be grateful he was even helping me that much. And the thing is…I was. I couldn’t understand why he was helping me, but I didn’t question it. I was too scared to ask.”

Something from months ago pricked at Shoyo’s memory. “That’s why you said you couldn’t remember,” he breathed, “when I asked you if you looked like your sister. If you were 16, then…six years? You’ve been like this for six years?”

Tobio didn’t say anything, just rested his forehead against their joined hands and nodded weakly.

Six years…six years to finally get a shot at breaking the curse, and Shoyo had ruined it. And they’d been so close, too. “I’m sorry,” he gasped, bringing his hands to Tobio’s cheeks and making him meet his eyes. “I’m sorry, Okami-san…Tobio, I’m so sorry, I didn’t— I didn’t know, I should’ve listened—”

“Don’t, don’t cry,” Tobio said, as though his eyes weren’t also welling up, “don’t, Sho, you couldn’t have known.”

Shoyo didn’t care. His guilt didn’t care. It still weighed heavy in his stomach like a rock, until it shifted inside him as he flung his arms around Tobio and held him tight.

The tender embrace undid him, undid them both. With a sob, Tobio buried his face into Shoyo’s shoulder and held him tight around his waist, pulling him closer and closer until Shoyo had to fit himself in his lap and press his tear-soaked face into dark hair.

“Whatever happens,” Tobio choked out, his words muffled in Shoyo’s robes, “whatever happens, I’m glad it was you. I don’t care about the curse, Sho, it doesn’t matter. This year was still worth it.”

“Don’t say that,” Shoyo hissed. “I’ll fix this, I’ll figure out a way. I’ll fight that sorcerer if I have to.”

That earned him a wet laugh. “Dumbass, you can’t fight Oikawa. You don’t know what he can do.”

“I don’t care—”

“I do.” Tobio pulled away and looked Shoyo in the eye, his bloodshot eyes eerie in his firm focus. “You can’t put yourself in danger like that. Whatever he does, you have to let it happen. Okay?”

“Tobio—”

“Promise me, Sho.”

“I can’t,” Shoyo cried, “I can’t promise that, you can’t ask me to promise that. How am I supposed to let you go?”

A sad smile pushed at Tobio’s tear-stained cheeks as he rested a hand against Shoyo’s cheek. “You have to. You’ve done it before.”

“Because I didn’t know you were leaving! We were so young and I didn’t know you would disappear and…and this was supposed to be different, Tobio. We were supposed to finish this together. It’s my fault we didn’t, and now I have to fix it.”

“Dammit, you…you stubborn dumbass,” Tobio groaned, despite the smile still on his lips. “Why can’t you let me protect you?”

“I’m a samurai, stupid,” Shoyo laughed through his tears, “I’m the one who should do the protecting.”

“I don’t want you to protect me.”

Tobio’s eyes flickered over Shoyo’s face, like he was trying to memorize it. It was all too similar to how his mother and sister looked at him before his pilgrimages to Edo, and Shoyo hated it. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’ll never see me again.” Shoyo took his face in his hands again, squishing his cheeks a bit, just because he could. “You’re mine, Tobio, and I’m yours. As long as you want me, you’ll have me.”

“Yeah? What if I want you forever?”

Only he could make a confession that sweet sound so competitive. Shoyo loved him so much. “Then I’m yours forever. I mean it, you can’t get rid of me that easily.”

The smile that pulled at Tobio’s lips was small, but effused warmth. “Good.”

Oh…oh, Shoyo couldn’t believe he’d gone so long without this, without seeing those dark eyes glitter like they contained stars, or those cheeks flush so sweet, or those lips smile so warm. He could spend the next eternity soaking in every detail of those impossibly handsome features, learning every flicker of emotion and matching them to what he’d spent the last year learning in the dark.

“Hey.”

“Hm?”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

Shoyo frowned at Tobio’s teasing grin, despite the affection blooming within him that matched the affection in those eyes. Within one night, he was already learning to read his face so well. “I have an excuse,” Shoyo grumbled, giving a light pinch to Tobio’s cheeks. “I didn’t get to see you this whole time. I have to make up for lost time.”

“Dumbass,” Tobio scoffed. But he didn’t pull away from Shoyo’s hold, and when Shoyo began tracing his fingertips over his face the way he had so many times in the dark, he could see Tobio’s eyes widen and his teasing features relax into solemnity.

He really was the most beautiful man Shoyo had ever seen. He was objectively handsome, of course he was, but it wasn’t just that. It was the sharp edge to his nighttime gaze. It was the downward set of his soft lips when he was fully relaxed. It was the silken hair Shoyo had come to know so well between his fingertips, and that fell so perfectly past strong brows. It was the way his proud, handsome features softened when he looked at Shoyo with so much love.

“Tobio.”

“Hm?”

“Tobio.”

“Yeah?”

“I just…like saying it,” Shoyo hummed in an echo of the first time Tobio had said his given name.

“I like hearing it.”

“Really?” A cheeky grin curled Shoyo's lip when he saw apprehension crease between Tobio’s brows. “You like it better than Okami-san?”

“Yeah, dumbass, I like my own name better than ‘Mr. Wolf,’” Tobio snorted. “I can’t believe I fell for you when you called me that.”

With a chuckle, Shoyo brushed a kiss to Tobio’s lips. “I fell for you even though you didn’t let me see you. I don’t think ‘Mr. Wolf’ is so bad compared to that.”

“That’s not— that doesn’t—” He gave up with a low growl. “Just shut up and kiss me, dumbass.”

Gladly.

Their kisses were slow, lazy, and tender, almost obscene in how much they relished each drag of their lips. It stoked a heat in Shoyo that made his hands wander down Tobio’s loosened robe, but that was it. He was content with slow kisses and gentle touches, was content with being able to finally let his eyes open to see kiss-swollen lips and a heavy gaze.

He let himself be laid back down on the futon, let his legs be parted to welcome Tobio between them. But he didn’t feel a need for anything more. They just…kissed, and touched, and held each other close. And it was enough. They were enough.

At some point they drifted to sleep, with Tobio barely remembering to blow out the candle. With sleep came a reminder of the unknown of morning, of how uneasy this joy was. In the morning everything would change. In the morning they could be parted forever.

Except they wouldn’t be parted, not forever. Shoyo wouldn’t allow it.

For the first time, when his eyes fluttered open, he wasn’t alone. Tobio was still laying next to him, already awake and silently watching him. He could also see faint light beginning to slip through the cracks in the window shutters, making dread settle in his chest. “Hi,” he murmured, keeping his voice low out of habit more than anything.

“Hi.” A small smile danced over Tobio’s lips, only to melt away as his eyes flickered to the window and back to Shoyo. “I don’t know if I should be here.”

“Because you don’t know if you’ll turn back into a wolf?”

Tobio silently nodded.

Shoyo let out a slow breath. “Okay…okay. Well…can we watch the sunrise together? Before whatever happens…happens?”

Tobio’s eyes widened for a moment, before softening as his lips twitched into a minuscule smile. “Yeah.”

The morning light was still murky and gray as they made their way to the engawa. Somehow, Tobio still looked breathtaking, even in the cool light. Shoyo almost couldn’t bear to look away as Tobio got settled on one of the stairs leading up to the porch and looked back with a pat on the step above him. But the allure of holding him close and warm won out, and soon Shoyo was sitting behind Tobio and tugging him against his chest, close enough that he could prop his cheek against his temple.

“I wish the sun would never rise,” he whispered into his ear, even as they watched the first rays turn the sky purple and pink.

Tobio didn’t scoff about how impossible and childlike that wish was. All he said was a quiet, “Why?”

“Because then we could sit here like this forever.”

“Oh.” Tobio took one of Shoyo’s hands that were settled against his collarbones and pressed a kiss to it, murmuring into his skin, “Then I wish that, too.”

With that, they fell into a silence that was somehow both relaxed and tense. They rocked gently in their embrace, sometimes pressing a kiss to whatever part of each other was easiest to reach, but otherwise just soaking in each other’s presence beneath the vibrant colors of the sunrise.

When the sky began to shift from pink to blue, a strangled gasp suddenly ripped out of Tobio. He shot up to his feet, grabbing at a pillar for support.

Shoyo barely managed to fall back before Tobio’s rising head could hit him in the nose. “Tobio?!”

“Oikawa,” Tobio gasped, grabbing at his chest and staring into the woods with frantic eyes. “He’s coming.”

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tsunaaism · 2 years

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You tell your friend that they, “Look like a bottom.” + "Submissive and breedable."

GN!Reader ft. Miya Atsumu, Oikawa Tooru, Miya Osamu.

Warnings: VERY suggestive content, curse words, characters being a tease, slight possessiveness, slight obsessiveness, not proofread, also a teeny tiny manipulation, sexual tension.

Bokuto, Kuroo, Ushijima's ver.

Kageyama + Suna’s ver.

Atsumu

You were Atsumu’s assigned high school tutor. Unlike the rumors about the cocky, annoying blonde, the actual person was surprisingly much compliant and easy to get along with. Sure, he could be a little bit of an asshole sometimes, but he’s a good friend nonetheless.

Years passed, and somehow, you’re still in contact with the now volleyball athlete.

Aaaand you’re standing right here, in his pantry instead of sleeping on your bed during your off day, making breakfast for him because he texted you that he was dying and needed immediate help or else he’s in big trouble.

He wasn’t.

He was just going through a hangover.

So with a stovetop and a pan in front of you, the petty joke that suddenly appeared in your head—alongside your annoyance— slipped through your lips.

It was a harmless joke, of course. But the way your tone was dripping with sarcasm triggered something in him. It’s been so long since he had seen you in person; you didn’t have to be so rude to him, you know?

He was standing behind you by then. You can feel his prominent abs pressed to your back, a slight scoff escaping his lips,

Until he lowered to your level, lips dangerously close to your ears and warm breath hovering over your skin,

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He whispers with a teasy, raspy voice; smirking cockily as hazel eyes watch your ears turn red.

You wanted a reaction out of him, right?

“Hmm. Where did that confidence go? I thought I am the submissive and breedable one here.”

“Atsumu—”

“Nuh-uh. Look at me.” He slid his hands around your waist, fingers reaching out to turn the stove off,

“Turn around. Look at me.”

And you did, taking several seconds to calm your racing heartbeat down before facing his stupidly handsome face. His hands were caging your form by now,

“Why are you so pissy? I just needed a little help. I just wanted to spend time with my cute little friend. What’s so wrong with that?”

“It’s a harmless joke, Atsum—“

“Shh. I know. And we both know I could turn that joke on you and make it a reality.”

Oikawa

A notification from Oikawa popped up on your screen:

“Hey, you’re done working, right? I’m here to pick you up <3.”

“What?”

“Wdym by what? Btw, stay in your place. I can see you from my car.”

Naturally, surprise and bewilderment wash over you. You haven’t met him since high school! He’d been in Argentina for years now, and even though you still text each other almost every day—simply updating each other about your life—you have yet to hear about him coming back to Japan.

It was so sudden. So many questions at the back of your head (the fact that he can immediately locate your office goes unnoticed by you), and yet here you are, sitting beside the driver seat that’s occupied by one of the most-fawned-over volleyball player.

“You.. don’t change much.” You say, closing the expensive car’s door, “Except for the fact that you’ve tanned a little.”

And for the fact that his jawline and muscles are much more prominent. Also the fact that his plain black t-shirt is pressing to his body. Lord.

A low chuckle escapes his lips, “Why? You don’t like me this way?”

No. Of course not! But you didn’t want to make it seem awkward, so you inserted that one joke your friend often says,

Before you realize that it would probably make things more awkward.

“You think so?” He raised his brows, smiling sweetly as he averts his gaze to you, “You’re very bold now, huh? I don’t think I dislike it.”

“I didn’t mean tha-”

“It's fine, darling,” His eyes narrowed, a glint of mischief flashing through his brown orbs, “If you’re so curious about it, why not come and find out yourself?”

And before you could even process his words, he leans onto you—whispering into your ears,

“I missed you. A lot. Maybe I could show you how submissive and breedable I am—or not.”

Osamu

You knew the calm business owner through a club activity. People deemed the man as unapproachable due to his silent nature, but once he heard about your dreams of being a great cook—he felt a little of your excitement, and you got along quite well through your shared passion.

He was three years older than you, though. He graduated from university earlier, and once you do, he immediately offered you to be a trainee at his shop. It’s almost been 6 months, and he’d been nothing but strict with you.

A baritone voice calls out to you, dispersing your short recall;

“Is everything alright?”

It was late; the shop had already closed, and he was untying his pink-colored, bunny apron—courtesy of you—that hugged his waist just right, and your brain decided that it’d be funny if you told him how cute (as opposed to his usual demeanor) he looks right now.

He stopped his movements, his features expressing no emotion as he stares at you,

“Say that again?”

Uh oh.

“It’s a joke. Promise! No harm-”

A slight smile creeps onto his lips. Eyes narrowed, he crosses his arms, “No. Repeat it one more time, slower this time.”

He takes a step towards you.

And again.

And more, until you’re stuck between the walls and inches away from his chest,

“Why so quiet? Cat’s got your tongue?”

YEAH. Your tongue? Can’t find it. You suddenly have no courage in you to speak, and he knows it well. He leans closer to your face, gazing into your eyes,

“You know you’re wrong, don’t you? I hate pointless chats, so let me prove it to you and see who is the submissive and breedable one here.”

A/N: Since you asked for a 2nd part. Characters weren’t specified so I picked these three. My hand slipped a little for this one <\3

Reblogs are always appreciated.

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adoringhaikyuu · 3 years

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you jokingly ask them if they’re using you for your body

characters: bokuto + kageyama + iwaizumi + (gn!reader)

summary: how they would react to you jokingly asking if they were using you for your body

warnings: suggestive things, pouty boys

notes: i came up w this literally as i was in bed about to sleep,,, idk y’all––also i hope this isn’t offensive to anyone, it’s meant to be lighthearted and not serious at all !! + trying a different format for this one so we’ll see how i feel about it

part one | part two | part three

bokuto:

you’d be in his lap, hands in his hair as he kisses along your neck, leaving pretty marks on you that he’d no doubt stare at afterwards

you’d bite your lip mischievously as he started bucking his hips into you, his hands slowly raising your shirt

“bo,” you’d say breathlessly (bc wow he really does know how to make u breathless)

and he’d hum, not stopping his lips or hands and you’d go on, forcing yourself not to laugh

“you’re not using me for my body, are you?”

he would pull his head away and stop his hands as soon as you finished that question and get so pouty

like he can’t believe you would ask that

but he’s also so sad that you would think that

he’d frown immediately and tbh almost tear up as he looks at you, perched on his lap

“what?” his hands squeezed your waist gently. “baby why would you say that? of course i’m not...” he looked into your eyes, “do you really believe that?”

you shrugged, biting your lip to stop the smile that was breaking free. “i mean, you almost always wanna do stuff, you know?”

his eyes widened, “well that’s only cause you’re so hot!” he sat up, “i promise i’m not using you for anything, i love and respect you so much.” his bottom lip started trembling and you couldn’t help it anymore.

“kou,” you laughed, bringing your hands up to his cheeks. you cooed as he nuzzled into your palms, “baby i was just joking.” you gave him a quick peck on the lips. “i know you’re not using me.”

“oh...” he looked down in realization then perked up again. ”hey!” he pulled you against him and laughed into your chest. “you can’t do that to me baby. you really scared me.”

you hugged him tight, “i know bub, i’m sorry.”

after a few seconds he looked back up at you, “so are we gonna continue...cause i really need you––”

kageyama:

you and kageyama had been dating for a few months now

and he wasn’t that experienced, having focused mainly on volleyball during middle school and high school

so you were the one who guided him sexually tbh and he was 100% okay with that

he got comfortable with you and started to initiate things on his own, making sure that you were okay with it

even though he was still a little nervous around you––he just couldn’t believe he was dating you

tbh he was pretty pent up and he didn’t even realize until you showed him everything he’d been missing out on

so he was kinda horny,, all the time

but you really didn’t mind! but you also liked being a tease––

so you couldn’t help but ask one day as his restless hands traveled your body––

“tobi,” you cooed, gripping his hair, and he groaned at the sensual tone of your voice and the pull of your fingers, as his lips kissed the skin on your stomach as he lifted your shirt. “you’re not...using me for my body, are you?”

he pulled away immediately and sat back on his heels between your legs, eyes wide and completely confused. honestly, he was offended. “what?! no! why would you say that! of course not?!”

you laughed, unable to contain yourself at how bewildered he was. you sat up and wrapped your arms around him, kissing his cheek once. “i was just joking tobi, promise.”

he pouted and reluctantly held you back, mumbling into the crook of your shoulder. “jokes are supposed to be funny.”

you made it up to him afterwards, don’t worry.

iwaizumi:

iwaizumi was a very passionate lover,, a very aggressive one at times too

but you liked it, don’t worry

so you would always do little things to spice up your time together

you knew what buttons to push

iwa was leaning over you on the couch, one hand holding him up, the other caressing your waist and squeezing occasionally as he kissed you deeply

it wasn’t until he trailed his kisses to your neck, groaning about how badly he wanted you, that you got the idea

you liked to rile him up and tease him all the time so this was nothing new

just as his hand slipped down to unbutton your pants, you asked

“haji, are you using me for my body?”

he paused and stayed in his position for a moment before you heard a quiet “what the fuck?” slip past his lips. he sat up and pulled you with him before looking at you with offended, furrowed brows. “you’re fucking joking right?—“

you opened your mouth in shock at his tone but honestly his reaction was was only turning you on even more.

“i don’t know if some jackass before me has done that to you, if they have i’ll beat their ass. but i am nothing like that, is that clear?”

you swallowed thickly and rubbed your thighs together restlessly before nodding. “yes sir.”

he grunted and then sighed before softening his gaze, taking your hands in his and rubbing your knuckles gently with his thumbs. “you don’t actually think that, right?”

you bit your lip and shook your head. “was just a joke, haji.”

his gaze hardened immediately, “you’re gonna pay for that, you know.”

you smiled cheekily, only igniting the flame. “i sure hope so.”

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tetsunova · 2 years

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Writing your name on their hand

mc x gn!reader

genre: fluff

a/n: it’s so silly but i love it hehe. we used to draw our names on our hands with coloured glittered pens in school all the time and get scolded for it.

masterlist

Is confused at first, but gets so excited later. His face starts glowing and he asks if he could write his name on your hand. He makes sure to make it extra neat and pretty. Adds a couple hearts and starts to make it look cute. Also may or may not end up getting too invested and start drawing even more on your hand. He wants to draw on your hand all the time now, not just his name but anything he can think of.

Hinata, Tendou, Atsumu, Bokuto, Lev

‘Getting a little possessive aren’t we?’. This cocky bastard will not let you hear the end of it. He loves it so much but would rather tease you than show you how much he’s blushing internally. Definitely, keeps making lines over it when it starts to fade, but in secret. He wants to treasure it for as long as he can, all he hopes is that you don’t notice the fresh and wobbly ink on his hand. Spends hours admiring it. Seriously, he cannot get over it.

Tsuki, Kuroo, Oikawa (god bless you if his fangirls notice), Matsukawa, Terushima

Frankly, he didn’t even notice until you asked him if he liked it or not. You don’t get a response, only a boy in front of you who was besmirched with hues of pink on his cheeks. Just when he thought this couldn’t get any more adorable, his eyes landed on your smile and that was all it took for his brain to stop functioning. He pulled you into a hug, hiding his mess of a face into the crook of your neck and muffled, ‘I love it.’

Kenma, Suna, Iwaizumi, Yamaguchi, Kiyoomi

While he waits for you to finish, he removes the coloured pens he has stored neatly in his pencil case. After you’re done he hands them over to you and asks you to add colour to it if you’d like, to which you gladly accept. Truly, he just wants you to stay with him a bit longer so he’d hoped the coloured pens would work and what a relief it was when it did. He couldn't help but smile at how focused you were.

Akaashi, Kita, Ushijima, Sugawara

He just keeps looking at every stroke you make, getting more invested by the second. After you’re done he just brings it closer to his face and examines it like a baby who just got a new toy. ‘It’s just my name’ you say. “It’s beautiful”, he replies. He’s all smiley the whole day and doesn’t hesitate to flaunt and talk about it if someone asks or points it out. Get’s clingier than usual and is extra careful he doesn’t get soap on it while washing his hands or taking a shower after practise.

Iwaizumi, Daichi, Osamu, Kita, Akaashi, Kageyama

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hornime · 3 years

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watch and learn | iwaizumi hajime x f!reader x team japan

there were two things they all had in common: the growing bulges in their pants that they were urgently trying to distract themselves from, and the fact that their full attention was on you.

warnings: 18+, timeskip!everyone, BIG MANGA SPOILERS BASICALLY, exhibitionism, voyeurism, orgasm denial

w/c: 3.1k

a/n: now i don’t know if iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer learned about female orgasms when he was studying sports science at irvine BUT he def knows how to show a girl a good time which is reason enough for me to write this. also, i read this article to prep for this piece and it was super enlightening, so i do recommend giving it a read if you’re interested!

in the middle of his morning run, iwaizumi slowed momentarily to check the repetitive buzzing of this phone, curious as to who was messaging him this early. when he’d left the apartment, you were sleeping, and you had the tendency to still be sleeping by the time he returned, so who else could it be?

he unlocked his phone, quickly finding the source of the notifications: the team japan group chat.

[06:43 AM] miya: hey @iwaizumi—you know stuff abt the human body right?

[06:43 AM] miya: cus like you studied it in college and shit??

iwaizumi rolled his eyes. i spent four years in america to earn my degree, came back home to support my country’s olympic team, and dealt with the biggest idiots of volleyball, only to get treated like this?

[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: yes, miya. i took many courses on the human body. in fact that’s the purpose of my job. to know the human body. because i am a fucking athletic trainer.

[06:44 AM] miya: okay okay i get it. dumb question

[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: why? is something up? you need help or anything?

[06:44 AM] miya: uhhh kinda

[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata i’m not fucking asking this

[06:44 AM] bokuto: bro just do it

[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata @hinata @hinata

iwaizumi cocked an eyebrow. what the hell are they going on about?

[06:45 AM] iwaizumi: so am i needed or...

[06:45 AM] hinata: YES

[06:45 AM] hinata: we had a question

[06:46 AM] sakusa: by “we” he means him, miya, and bokuto

[06:46 AM] suna: yeah don’t bring us into this

[06:46 AM] hinata: don’t listen to them! both suna and sakusa wanna know too

[06:46 AM] iwaizumi: okay. what’s up

[06:47 AM] hinata: we wanted to know how to make a girl cum

he chuckled in disbelief.

[06:47 AM] iwaizumi: you’re telling me that you guys are in your mid-20s, literal olympic athletes, and you don’t know how to make a girl cum

[06:47 AM] iwaizumi: have you never done it before??

[06:47 AM] miya: NO

[06:47 AM] miya: FOR THE RECORD IVE MADE MANY GIRLS CUM

[06:48 AM] bokuto: ME TOO

[06:48 AM] bokuto: i think

he laughed out loud, briefly startling another runner on the sidewalk.

[06:48 AM] iwaizumi: you guys are unbelievable

[06:48 AM] hinata: i mean she says she finished but idk what i did to make that happen

[06:48 AM] bokuto: ^^

[06:48 AM] hinata: so like i wanna know how to actually do it

[06:48 AM] suna: actually im kinda interested in this too

[06:48 AM] aran: i pray for your future girlfriends. this is painful to see. im out

[06:48 AM] kageyama: i’m with aran on this one. you guys are dumb

[06:48 AM] hinata: shut up. you suck.

[06:48 AM] miya: cmon iwaizumi, help a guy out

[06:48 AM] sakusa: it wouldnt hurt for you to give us some pointers at least

iwaizumi sighed.

[06:49 AM] iwaizumi: @miya @hinata @bokuto @suna @sakusa meet in the locker room after practice. ill give you guys a lesson in the art of pleasing a woman

to teach effectively, he needed a volunteer, though he was sure you wouldn’t need much convincing. you’d always loved the attention, and the biceps, of the pro athletes. he spun on his heel and jogged home.

you woke up to the sound of your apartment door opening, your boyfriend creeping inside, forehead damp with sweat.

“hey,” you said quietly, making your way towards him.

“hey, baby. sorry for waking you up, i was trying to be quiet.”

you giggled sleepily. “s’okay, haji. you spoil me too much anyway, always letting me sleep in for hours while you’re off doing god knows what.”

at that, his eyes crinkled in amusement, and as you tried to step into a hug, he shuffled back. “woah there, baby. i gotta shower, ‘m all gross from my run. and then,” he gave you a peculiar look that you couldn’t quite place, “i got a proposition for you.”

after his shower, he waltzed out of the bathroom, steam wafting out from behind the door. his tanned body made you feel things you definitely shouldn’t be barely an hour after the sun’s risen, and you reached out to massage the tension in his shoulders. “so, what’s your proposition?”

“well,” he hesitated. “it’s a bit... unconventional. the team asked me to show them how to make a girl cum,” he took in your intrigued expression. “and it’d be a lot easier to explain if i had someone to do a live demonstration with. so,” his eyes flicked up to you. “that’s where you’d come in.”

“a... live demonstration? like you’re gonna make me cum in front of them?”

“yeah, essentially.” he gave you a devilish grin. “you want that, baby? wanna show those boys how a real man treats a gorgeous woman like you?”

you rubbed your thighs at his words. “yeah,” you purred. “i do. wanna show them how good you are to me.”

and that’s how you found yourself nestled between iwaizumi’s muscled thighs, back pressed against his chest, completely naked, with five of japan’s best volleyball players staring at your body in awe.

practically an expert in his field, iwaizumi knew the human body inside and out. this had many benefits; of course it allowed him to catapult up the ranks and work with the country’s best athletes to keep them at the top of their game, but it also had a unique side effect: an overwhelming vault of knowledge on how to make a woman feel good anywhere.

you’d seen the proof firsthand; he knew exactly where to push, prod, stroke, and tease to have you cumming in seconds, over and over, as many times as you wanted. he was amazing, and you were well-aware just how lucky you were to have such a talented man in the sheets.

“oi,” iwaizumi snapped his fingers, drawing each of the players’ eyes away from your glistening cunt. “pay attention. i know more than anybody that she’s hot as fuck, but you gotta listen to what i’m saying or else there’s no point to this.”

he lightly pressed his lips against your collarbone, slowly tracing them against your jaw, the contact making you squirm. “if you wanna make a girl cum, first thing you gotta do is make her comfortable. if she’s worried about how she looks or sounds or smells she’s gonna be too stressed to let go.” he moved his hands to grope your tits, his calloused fingers brushing over your hardening nipples. “so reassure her, tell her how irresistible she is, how pretty her moans are, how tasty her pussy is. shit like that. the sexier she feels the better it’ll be.”

he leaned into you, whispering into your ear. “feeling good, baby? we can stop whenever.”

you nodded weakly, afraid to open your mouth, barely holding in your whines as his palms worked wonders on your chest and stomach, sending shocks of heat wherever they touched.

you craned your neck up to observe the men before you. atsumu was flushed red, wringing his hands as if he was worried they’d do something embarrassing if he didn’t keep them occupied. hinata was bouncing his leg up and down, wiping his palms on his shorts as he took in the plushness of your thighs. bokuto was basically drooling, greedily tracing your soft curves with his eyes. suna maintained his indifferent expression, but the reddening tips of his ears showed that he was a lot more hot and bothered than he let on. sakusa stood quietly to the side, leaning against the wall, mask tucked under his chin as if he’d just realized how much the temperature had gone up in the room.

there were two things they all had in common: the growing bulges in their pants that they were urgently trying to distract themselves from, and the fact that their full attention was on you.

"make sure to try different things; there’s multiple ways to make a woman cum. only like a quarter of women experience orgasms just from penetration,” someone made a sound of shock. “yes, the number is that small, bokuto.”

his fingertip slowly trailed past your belly button, dipping into the mess between your thighs, causing you to slightly arch your back into the solid chest supporting you. “foreplay with the clit is your best bet; even stupid fucks like you probably wouldn’t screw it up too bad.”

hinata opened his mouth to speak, but iwaizumi anticipated his question and continued.

“i know you’re wondering where the clit is. it’s around here, under this hood of skin,” he slid his digit between your labia. “s’not gonna come with a label so you gotta explore a little bit. i know where hers is like the back of my hand, but for you guys, with your girls, you’re gonna have to move your fingers around. slowly. and pay attention to her expressions.” he began to rub in a circular motion around your clit, causing you to make small whimpers of pleasure and shift your hips to meet his movements.

“if she clenches up or twitches when you feel a certain spot, like this,” your legs flexed as he increased the pressure, “that’s the clit. be kind, it’s not a volleyball. be gentle n’ make small circles, whether it’s with your fingers or your tongue.”

he thought for a second. “speaking of which, oral’s important. very important. most women cum when they’ve been eaten out, so use your mouths for something more useful than just dirty talk. suck on the clit, maybe tongue-fuck her a ‘lil, but your main focus should always be the clit.”

he removed his hands from your sopping pussy, and you made a pathetic noise of frustration. “’m sorry, baby,” he muttered seductively in your ear. “don’t wanna have you finishing too early. lesson’s barely started.”

he turned his attention back to your audience, his lustful tone being replaced by a more instructional one. “there’s other places that’ll help a woman orgasm, too: her nipples, her neck, her ears—”

“her ears?” sakusa questioned. he blushed profusely as everyone turned to look at him, surprised that he’d opened his mouth. “what? we were all thinking it.”

“s’a valid question,” iwaizumi said. “yeah, you can lick ‘em if they’re sensitive. hers are.” as if to prove his statement, he licked a stripe on the shell of you ear, making you wiggle helplessly at the stimulation. “‘n leave kisses everywhere else. feels good for them just like it does for us.” he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and forcing your movements to stop as he traced patterns with his tongue all around your neck.

“something you should know about an orgasm is that it’s something called a positive feedback loop.” he looked up and was met with five blank stares. shouldn’t have expected anything from these dumb jocks, he lamented. “basically that means that, once you start releasing sexual tension, things will feel better and better until you climax.”

“oh!” atsumu chirped. “like how my sets get better and better throughout a game.”

“no, not really,” he quipped. “your sets suck throughout.” atsumu frowned at that.

iwaizumi exhaled exasperatedly. “the general idea is that the body gets more and more sensitive, muscle contractions become more and more frequent, and touches feel more and more stimulating until you cum. all right?”

they all made noises of understanding except for bokuto and hinata, whose eyes had glazed over at the first mention of an academic term. whatever, iwaizumi thought. they’ll get it through example.

"don’t worry about it too much if you don’t get it, that’s just an orgasm on paper. in practice, though, this is the crucial step: listen to her. she knows what feels good. never forget that you’re just an idiot with a cock.” he took a breath, gathering his thoughts before proceeding with his lecture.

“if she tells you to slow down, you slow down. if she tells you to go harder, you go harder. if she tells you to keep doing what you’re doing, you...”

“keep doing what you’re doing”, they all chimed in at staggered times.

“that’s right. don’t go faster or else you’ll mess up the rhythm and she won’t cum. and you wanna make her cum, don’t you?”

they nodded simultaneously.

“so if you keep up the tempo and force that feels good to her, you’ll be fine. questions?”

suna spoke up. “what about,” he choked on the word. “penetration?”

hinata hummed in agreement and bokuto jumped in. “yeah, what if i wanna make her cum on my cock?”

iwaizumi made a weird face. “that’s some pretty advanced stuff, but i guess i can go over it. when you try it, though, you have to be patient. with both of your bodies. s’not rocket science but s’not always easy. also it depends on the woman but sometimes she physically won’t be able to finish from penetration alone. just make sure you’re communicating.”

his swirled two fingers over your hole before shoving them in, your wetness making it easy for him to thrust in and out as your entrance stretched to accommodate him. “f—fuck!” your eyes flew open at the intrusion and you body lurched forward, but you were held back by his strong forearm. “ohmygod, oh my g—ah! feels s’good haji, s’good!”

“i know, baby, i know. you’re taking it so well.” he turned his attention back to the men, each of who were gulping heavily. if that didn’t signal to you that they were evidently affected by your moans, the way they shifted in their workout shorts did.

“boys, focus.” he curled his fingertips, brushing at the spongy spot at the top of your walls, ripping a pleasured wail from your throat and causing tears to prick at your eyelashes. “when you’re fingering her, you’ll feel an area inside that’s a bit soft and squishy. that’s the g-spot.”

you trembled in his arms as he mercilessly struck the same place over and over again with his fingers. “when you’re fucking her, try to keep the pressure building there, but it’ll be harder to make her finish since you can’t see what you’re doing.”

your breath hitched as iwaizumi’s incessant movements brought your body tantalizingly close to your release. he suddenly stopped and you almost sobbed in disappointment, until he plunged his fingers impossibly deeper.

a guttural scream of ecstasy came from within you, and your eyes rolled back as he began playing with another part of you, your body putty in his hands. “hngh, haji, ah! so good, s’good...” you threw your hands back around his neck, nails digging into the skin as you desperately tried to keep yourself grounded. your soft moans filled the air.

“stop clenching,” he hissed. “can barely move my hand.” you tried to relax but failed miserably as the tips of his fingers grazed your cervix.

“holy fuck,” suna muttered. “you’re a god.”

“she sounds so pretty,” atsumu said in amazement.

“i wanna make a girl feel good like that, too!” bokuto sulked.

“you can do it, bokuto!” hinata hit him on the arm. “just listen to iwaizumi. clearly he knows what he’s talking about.”

their eyes refocused on your figure, writhing in pleasure, prompting white hot waves of arousal to pool in their stomachs.

“yeah,” sakusa said. “clearly.”

“stop talking,” iwaizumi ordered. “and listen. beyond the g-spot is the cervix, which is basically the end of the vagina. if you’re long enough,” he briefly scanned each of their faces, “which i’m sure you are, you’ll be able to reach it if you bottom out.”

“haji—hajime, please.” the stimulation was coming absolutely unbearable, and you could tell he was sadistically holding you at the edge, refusing to give you the satisfaction of finishing. “lemme cum, please. please lemme cum, please, please, i can’t—i can’t take it ‘nymore!”

“what was that? you can’t take it anymore? gonna cum?” you helplessly bobbed your head up and down, hoping that he’d give you permission. “well,” he growled, “we can’t have that happening, can we?”

he abruptly halted his thrusts, pulling his fingers out of you with an embarrassing squelch and popping them into his mouth. pearly tears rolled down your cheeks as you grieved the loss of contact and relief.

your viewers looked on in horror, feeling immense sympathy for you; you just looked so dejected from being denied yet another orgasm.

“why didn’t you—why didn’t you let her cum?” bokuto asked.

“why do you think?” iwaizumi snapped. “don’t want you guys to see her when she does. that’s for me, and only me.”

“oh, okay,” he responded, disgruntlement clear in his voice.

iwaizumi’s glare could cut glass, it was so sharp. the possessiveness that had enveloped his mind made him hyperfocus on just one thought: being alone with you. “so, any other questions? if not, we’re done here.”

you pouted at that, not wanting the demonstration to be over. “but haji,” you mumbled into his collarbone. “i di’nt get to cum. and i wanna.” you looked up at him, eyes wide with want. “please make me cum.”

iwaizumi sent a harsh glance to the players that nonverbally communicated his message loud and clear: get out. they shuffled awkwardly out of the locker room due to the hardness between their legs that they would most definitely need to deal with soon.

your boyfriend turned his attention back to you. “’m sorry, i know i had to deny you a bunch of times. i just really hated the idea of anyone but me seeing the cute way you look when you cum.”

you made a small noise of acknowledgement and a little whisper of it’s okay, haji. he looked down, sensing the way your poor, desperate cunt was pulsing around nothing, the erotic sight injecting him with the pure need to ravage you.

he shifted his head to kiss you passionately. “why don’t i make it up to you?” he breathed between your parted lips before picking you up by the backs of your thighs, forcing you to lock your ankles around his waist.

he delicately situated you onto one of the recovery beds at the back of the room, before murmuring something that made your pussy throb in anticipation: “i’ll make you cum whichever way you want, however many times you want, all right? all you gotta do is lay back and take it.”

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kairakeiji · 2 years

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at the beginning of the quarter, kageyama promised himself that he'd confess.

he told himself that if he didn't confess he'd let hinata in on his secret and lord knows where that boy would take it. after all, he's let these feelings for you fester in him for months, not even bothering to make any kind of move out of cowardice. you felt very out of his league despite being someone who had become one of his close friends. so, he promised himself that he'd confess to you before the year ended, a promise he made with a very hopeful heart.

it's been four months, the quarter ends in two days, and kageyama had yet to confess.

he'd been kicking himself the entire week, even with all the finals and end of year projects this was the only thing he could think about. every time he spoke with you he begged himself to bring it up, hoping that today would finally be the day. but without fail, he'd back out every time. this felt pathetic, he felt pathetic, especially considering how often you both saw each other.

the quarter ends in two days, and kageyama was certain that today would be the day. after all, he woke up early to buy you coffee from the one shop you liked on campus. plus he was putting in the extra effort to walk you to class too. today had to be the day, he felt as if he had prepared all semester for today.

so what could possibly go wrong?

the surprised yet confused look on your face when you open your dorm door seems to challenge that question.

"hi," is all the boy can manage to say, blanking on the words he had tried to prepare on his short walk to your room.

"good morning," you nod, a small smile on your lips at his surprise appearance. "what brings you to my door this fine morning."

"i bought you coffee," he replies handing the warm cup to you.

"thanks," you reply before a yawn escapes your lips. "i was up all night studying, this seriously helps."

"it's from the place close to the science hall," kageyama explains. "a vanilla latte with almond milk," he replies afterward as you take a sip from the cup.

and your eyes widen slightly at his words.

he actually remembered.

there's a smile on your lips as you look back at him, "how'd you know my usual?"

he shrugs, "you just order it a lot when we stop by."

"look at you and your memory," you tease.

there's a slight blush on his cheeks at your words, "you just order it a lot," he repeats.

"i know," you smile before shutting the door to your dorm.

"let me walk you to class!" he quickly cuts in.

"tobio we're going to the same class," you laugh as the two of you begin your walk down the dorm hall.

he's nervous, and kageyama's certain you can see it too.

"i," he pauses, "i know."

"thank you for offering though," you reply quickly. "and thanks for the coffee."

he nods, "it is our last final today."

"it is," you answer happily. "one more stupid test then we're done for the quarter! i can actually start doing things instead of studying."

"right," he replies, opening the door for you as you exit the building. "speaking of which."

he stops walking, certain that if he even tries to multitask he'll mess this up.

you turn around when you notice he's not at your side anymore.

"is everything okay?" you ask, walking back.

"everything's fine," he replies, voice a bit shakier.

his eyes are glued towards the ground and a wave of panic runs through you.

"are you sure?" you try, before noticing the bags under his eyes. "were you up late studying last night?"

no, he was trying to figure out a plan to go about this.

"yes," he lies.

and it seems as if his efforts were all for naught.

you sigh, "you never study, this final must be important to you."

"it is," he sighs. "more important than you think."

and you can't help the small laugh that leaves your lips. it makes kageyama's heart race. "well don't worry i'm sure you'll do amazing and then after this, we can go do whatever we want after."

"would you wanna get lunch with me after?"

"sure, i'll pay considering how nervous you are rig-"

"no," he interrupts.

you can only blink back at him.

"i'll...i'll pay."

"no it's seriously fine, it's what friends are for ri-"

"but i don't wanna be just friends!"

you go silent at his words, eyes wide at how he cuts in.

"i don't wanna go as just friends." kageyama sighs before continuing, the words he so desperately want to say on the tip of his tongue.

"i like you."

and your heart begins to race a million miles a minute.

"and i want to have lunch with you as more than friends." his voice is shaky but a part of him is so relieved that he finally got it out.

"well," you start.

and suddenly that part of him wishes he never said anything at all because even if you had been his friend for months now, even if he's grown quite comfortable with you, even if he's shared details about him that not even hinata knows, he dreaded your response to the part he's kept always kept a secret.

"what if i said i'd like to have lunch as more than friends too?"

now it's his turn to be shocked.

he can only stare at you with wide eyes when you meet his gaze, a blush of your own now spreading on your cheeks as you look back at him.

"yes," he finally answers. "i'd love to."

and you smile at his response. "sounds perfect."

it was the end of the quarter and with only two days to spare, kageyama kept his promise.

he finally told you how he truly felt.

i haven’t written for tobio in months sobsobsob

thanks for reading!! reblogs are so so appreciated <3

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beann-e · 3 years

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haikyu characters reacting to you screaming back at them

sorry , I changed the characters I went with originally for this but , this is to thank everyone for 500 followers !

tsukishima

- he would only scream at you if his comments of telling you to shut up weren’t working

- then he’d just get pissed off because hey ? how else can he tell you to shut up in a nice way except

“ y/n “ you perked up as you looked at the blonde to the left of you on the bench “ look at me “

you smiled softly eyes never meeting his as he stared ahead not turning to look at you “ tsukki how can you tell me to look at you — then you don’t look at me“ your laugh rang out in the gym loud enough for him to hear and for his body to tighten reminding him why he was pissed off right now

His head turning to you smile spread across his face tightly, eyes roaming your face until he spoke voice holding a tone that rivaled the sweet look on his face “ I swear on hinata and the kings freaky quick y/n —if I hear your laugh one more time i’m going to suffocate you and pound you in the head with a volleyball “

your eyes widened as you turned away from the male “ no no no turn back around baby i’m not done yet “

you followed his words hanging on every word as he continued “ you’ve been chewing my ear off all fucking practice and i’m —look it’s pissing me off you talk talk talk and I really doubt “

he shook his head turning away from you “ if you even know what your saying at this point “ he scoffed “ cause I don’t “

The gym went quiet as everyone started to listen to the argument happening next to them him never stopping the vile words that spilled out from his mouth “ I doubt anytime you speak really if your even talking about something important or if you simply just wanna “ he shrugged his shoulders “ talk“

His mouth quirked up in smirk “ honestly would rather hear pipsquek over there talk about the little giant ten times a day than hear you speak at all “

you dropped your eyes to look at the floor him not trying to stop you only thanking god for the peace and quiet head leaning back to look up to the ceiling in thanks

tanakas voice coming out loud as his anger bounced off the wall of the gym “ you have a beautiful s/o like that and you bully them “ he scoffed mumbling under his breath in pure annoyance “ i’ll show you a bully beanstalk “

daichis hand slapped across tanakas chest like a seatbelt “ you do not need to partake in this trust me your not needed “

“ oi tanaka-san i’ve got your back bro “ nishinoyas small body stomped through the gym as he smiled wickedly at tsukishima only to be grabbed and pulled into daichis hold his small body tucked under daichis arm as he flailed around screaming out small profanities

“ there’s no need becau—- “

“ y’know if you want to hear hinata talk about how he was going to reward you tonight because, of your amazing test score then “ you smiled looking forward “ really go ahead —I don’t mind less work for me “

You giggled softly “ honestly , i’d have thought you’d rather receive your surprise from me but, I always knew you had a thing for him since you make fun of him constantly—he’s always on your mind seriously even when we were watching a movie you’ll bring up something stupid he did at practice “ tsukishimas mouth let out short breaths of air trying to find words to stop you

“hinata—I swear he’s got a boy crush on you “ you could feel the male next to you now eyeing you in disgust and holding even more anger than he had earlier

hinatas body rippled as he waved his body around excitedly thinking of your words really just happy to be included “ YOU DO” his face dropping quickly when he started thinking finally registering your words “ tsukki — TSUKII YOUR A GUY YOU HAVE A —“ he coughed regaining himself chest puffed out as he spoke clear with meaning

“well while I do appreciate the admiration i’d like to say — you have a partner and I don’t really feel very comfo— “

“ YOU DUMBASS THEIR JUST JOKING “ kageyamas voice raced through the room as he slapped hinatas head hard enough that sent him straight to the gym floor eyes rolling back in his head tears leaking out slowly

“ you may continue y/n-senpai we—we all give you“ kageyamas eyes twinkled in love before they went cold tsukishimas own eyes rolling with a small scoff “ and shittyshima our attention”

you turned to look at your boyfriend mock confusion on your face “ god tsukki you should have just told me you liked hinata better I would have let you go then “ you shook your head as he scoffed at your next words your face falling to sadness eyes searching his pure disappointment laced throughout your voice

“ and here I thought you were a big boy capable of dating someone older but I guess “ he was starting to get pissed off of course he could handle you how dare you say he couldn’t “ I guess your not capable of it “

“ I am capable “ he said softly turning to you who did exactly what he did moments ago and ignored the heartbroken look held in the eyes that drilled into your side “ i’m fully capable of listening to you y/n I swear “

you smirked never meeting his gaze “ y’know what here let’s do this “ your smile went wide as you zipped up your jacket and turned while reaching into your backpack

“ what—what are you doing “ his voice was low watching your hands gracefully open the bag and pull out a piece of strawberry cake “ wait— you—you got that for me because of my—”

“ no” you laughed “ no— of course I didn’t get this for you what would make you think of that tsukishima “

his heart dropping “ tsukishima—wha—y/n wheres tsu—“

“I got this for my boyfriend who loves to hear me talk and knows how to say things nicely “

“ but—-but that’s me so you did—you got it for me ?“

you laughed “ no this “ you pointed to the cake “ this is what that person deserved—that nice guy— but this“ your hand moved to open the container as you threw it in his face smooshing his head into it and pulling your hand back as he moved to scoop the icing from his eyes

“ this is for assholes “ you giggled “ like yourself“ you closed the container and moved your hands to set it next to him taking your finger and dipping it into the icing that covered his nose to lick it off your finger as you kissed the now ‘un-iced’ part of his nose

Head moving to whisper in his ear “ you pull some shit like that again and i’m leaving your ass you dont talk to me like that — i’m not yams do you understand me “

“ yes “ his answer was short and low but you knew he understood you as he moved to take his glasses off watching through blurry eyes as you left the gym

Daichi dropping a wide eyed nishinoya to the ground and letting go of his grip on a mouth foaming tanaka “ the reason I said you guys didn’t need to help is because — I trust that y/n knows how to handle a situation like that on their own “ he laughed “ how else would they be dating our wonderfully polite first year if they couldn’t take him “

Your head popped back in the gym as you winked over at the boy knowing he couldn’t see it. Body stopping in a halt while cleaning his glasses you were right he couldn’t see you but he could feel you were there —he could feel something evil lurking changing the air in the once breathable room silently cursing himself out in his head for talking to you the way he did earlier “ oh yeah and guys “

everyone turned to you as he muttered out a low fuck “ tsukishima — your star shit talker yeah—he wears dino undies “ you smiled brightly “ with matching socks “

You turned to hinata already knowing what he was going to ask when you left “no you can’t —he and yams already have matching pairs “ you turned to yams his face red and slowly moving away from everyone else in embarrassment “ sorry babes’—one goes down you all go down together “

the door slamming echoed throughout the gym as everyone went quiet kageyamas voice the first to come out as he tried to stifle his laughs, Coach ukai laughing softly before catching himself and screaming at tsukishima to clean himself and his bench up, the team turning away as nishinoya and tanaka defeated the rest of the boys ego in comments asking how many pairs he had while hinata asked if he ever wanted to match he and yams could go shopping for the taller male.

Yamaguchi to the boys rescue as he watched him clean off his glasses and throw them back on. Tsukishimas hand only reaching out to his side with a low sigh to eat the remaining bit of cake youd just smashed in his face “ god — so perfect “

Suna

-he would get so upset if you keep annoying him about trying. it goes with or for anything

-you would be telling him could he at least put a bit more effort into the relationship and he’d spazz

-or even you telling him the reason you had to drag him out tonight was because, there was no food at home and he would get mad assuming you just wanted to take him from the comfort of his own home

The quiet was loud and spoke for itself as you and the male before you sat across from each other in the restaurants booth. The air swirling in and out of your ear as you waited for him to say something.

Your eyebrows furrowed before you opened your mouth to speak “ bab- “

“ I didn’t want to come out tonight “

your face fell as you waited for him to continue speaking only for him to go deadly silent, uninterested gaze stuck on yours, his body relaxed and leaned down into the booth head thrown back to show off his half lidded eyes. His legs outstretched under the table god he looked so lazy.

Your mind raced thinking how was it even possible to look lazy In public

Your mouth tucked into itself before you let it go a small sigh leaving it “ suna there was no foo— “

“ I wanted to eat at home “ even though he looked relaxed you could tell his voice was tense.

You could feel your body losing itself at his behavior he was such a child when he didn’t get what he wanted and when he was forced outside. Throwing tantrums and whining any time you brung him shopping or stayed out too long and he would start to miss his houses comfort

Your weight getting pulled into the ground to a pit of anxiety. you just wanted to disappear you knew he was leading you down the trail of his attitude.

One more time that’s all it would take one more question , statement, anything spoken and he would snap.

It wasn’t often that it happened but when it did it wasn’t pretty

you heard the scoff that left his mouth as his eyes widened a bit before going back to their half lidded state causing you to shift in your chair uncomfortably

“ so you figured it out — “ he laughed softly “ so now instead of speaking your mind like usual your gonna try to stop the argument before it starts “

he smiled “ neat game “

His arms came down on the table in a huff his face showing a small smirk before it dropped “ gotcha baby —i’ll play —look who’s coming over here “

“ HI, what can I get you guys today “ the lady smiled at you as you dropped your head shaking it carefully already knowing what was going to take place

“ would you two like to start off wit-“

“ how about we start with nothin—“

“ suna “ your voice was warning

“ what “ you heard the challenge laced in his own as he spoke again“ is there something you wanted to do ? or maybe had your mind set on doing ? somewhat like myself ? “

“ maybe — maybe I should come back “ the woman moved to leave your boyfriend voice deep “ don’t move “

you snapped your face to look at him warning him to stop he was enjoying this he knew you couldn’t touch him or even come close. You wouldn’t dare not in public.

“ y’know what I do want to order “ he smirked turning to face the lady who was a bit taken back at the male her body heating up when she saw his smile you knew she had a crush

“ I just wanted to know “ here it comes “ what do you like ? is there anything you recommend “

he laughed moving to lean back against the seat “ on the menu that is— I mean I don’t think your eatable—or at least while working you aren’t so , i’ll suffice for right now “

you scoffed he’s always so cheesy “ well I uh “

“ please leave “ your voice was small “ just go please“

“ I am sorry “ she shook her head noticing your eyes holding a bit of annoyance before running off to a new table

“ who the hell gave you permission to take my fun from me”

“ suna your doing all of this because you didn’t want to leave the house “ you deadpanned “ seriously babe? “

“ don’t limit my problems like that “ he whispered looking around “ your making me look stupid “

“ because it is “

“ no it’s not “ he got louder “ the fuck if it is — your always dragging me somewhere that I don’t want to go I was fine on the couch we had food at home what more did we need ? we didn’t have to come out tonight y/n you just wanted to be extra and fancy“ his voice was raised higher than you’d ever heard it making you remember you two weren’t in the confinement of your own house

“ you just want to annoy the shit out of me yet again like you don’t do that enough. Everyday it’s constant nagging ‘ suna you’ve been in the house for 2 days , suna you never go out unless it’s volley , suna , suna , suna—god you never seem to shut the fuck up unless i’m throwing money at you like a stripper “

you laughter to yourself quietly before he huffed “ we had food at home “

your eyes darted out as you looked around you peoples bodies turning to stare at your table a bit shaken by the males screams “ look at you — wont even admit it — you just like putting on this fake face acting like staying at home is so bad “

he moved to grab his phone harshly off the table scooting out the booth “ fuck this — brought me out the house to eat this crap when I could’ve made a sandwich unnecessary money — unnecessary trip “

his body froze a shudder moving over his body as his gaze went soft at the ground. Legs jumpy but unmoving as his mind raced eyes peering down at the grip you held on his wrist

“ sit the fuck “ your eyes crisp and sharp on his own “ down“ him not even waiting for you to finish before he slid back into the booth body going slack to show the others watching the drama unfold that he didn’t care that his s/o just ripped his image to shreds with three words

“ why are you doing all this huh ? “

his voice was steady “ because I wanted to eat—eat at home I said this “ he shook his head trying to laugh away the obviously tense air that was roaming throughout the restaurant due to your cold demeanor

“ tell me suna “ his name sounded foreign on your tounge when you spit it back out at him mocking the way he said it earlier “ what were you going to eat “

“ a— a sandwich “

“ baby—with what bread ? “

his mind stalled before the gears started again except steering him backwards to think back to earlier “ I—I didn’t see any bre— no “ he spoke softly trying not to show you his obvious mistake

“ aw what was that baby speak up we can’t hear you“ you directed his gaze to everyone around as he shifted to sit up so he didn’t look like he was getting his ass handed to him like a 7 year old

“ I said um — there was “ he shook his head wanting to deny that you were right so badly “ fuck there was no bread”

“ ok and what happens to your so called planned dinner if there’s no bread “

he coughed “ no sandwich y/n “

“ awww no sandwich? “ the fake sadness on your face evident as you mocked him

“ fuck you y/n “

“ not tonight “ his body sinking when he saw the ghosts of smiles on the people’s faces that were listening in on you two

his head dropping to whisper “ I — I wasn’t even gonna try tonight maybe— maybe tomorrow so jokes on you “

you shook your head calling the waitress over as she stumbled a bit scared of your table and the negative energies it held “ ye— “

“ get me my check “

“ you — you only bought water “

you smirked thought about teasing your boyfriend yet again “ no I bought a sandwich remember “

“ wh— “

“ but no really jokes aside —can you actually bring me a “ your mouth moved fast as you asked for your favorite food and for it to be brought out and packaged in a to go box the shared table quiet between you two him never looking up until the waitress came back about 10 minutes later

Her hands stuffed full with 2 boxes and a small one containing the dessert you ordered “ thank you “ you smiled widely

Legs moving to stand as suna followed deciding to make yet again another sly comment“ so you did all this just to buy us dinner to go? real fucking classy y/—“

“ who said us ? “ you let out a small laugh as you took a glance at his face your eyebrows furrowing before they relaxed

“ suna this is for me “

“ wh—“

“ your right we are going home “

“ home but ? we— I didn’t get anything to eat “

you laughed walking off opening the door to the restaurant watching as he stayed still his body never moving from the booth you two sat at moments ago “ baby there’s nothing at home remember “

“ oh but I thought there was “ you smiled softly before your face came up in mock confusion “ your sandwich no ? “

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