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mae-gi-writes · 2 years

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drunk on you | miya osamu

A drunken confession to your best friend.

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Osamu is soft.

He's the complete opposite of his twin brother. While Atsumu is like a blaring horn that doesn't hesitate to make a lot of noise for nothing, Osamu is a quiet river that has hidden depths that can only rise to the surface when asked about it.

So soft is Osamu, that he cannot -- for the life of him -- push you off his lap where you've tumbled into it a few moments prior in a giggling, alcohol-infused fit.

"You're so cute," you blink at him, hands resting upon his shoulders as you try to stop yourself from swaying from side to side, "so, so cute. Like a marshmallow!"

"Y/N, you're drunk," Osamu's hands are at your hips, trying his best to lift you off. To no avail because you just splutter with more laughter at the look of his distresses face, "let's go get some water."

It's clear that if you had been in your right mind, none of this would be happening. Far from it.

"I don't wanna," your lips turn down into a pout. Your arms lace around his neck, "I don't wanna move!"

"Y/N," despite his initial annoyance, he can't help himself from chuckling at the way your head keeps flopping from one side to the other, "come on Y/N. You're heavy."

"But you're a big boyyy," you drawl as a finger traces his chin. You lean close, so close that your noses brush, "don't tell me you're scared, 'Samu."

"I'm not," he evades your other hand that almost whacks him in the face before managing to get a hold of your wrists, "how many drinks Y/N?"

"Hm?" You giggle again," guess!"

"How many?"

"Hmm."

"More than five shots?"

"Definitely!" You huff as if that offends you somehow.

"Seven?"

"Hmm nope!"

He goggles at you then, "more than ten?"

Your smile is coy as you say, "maybe?"

"No," he can't stop gaping and somehow his expression makes you burst out laughing, your palms pressing down ontp his shoulders, "oh 'Samu! Your face. Don't worry, I can take care of--"

You almost topple as you say it and thankfully Osamu's there to catch hold of your hips again, unvonsciously preasing you closer as you take this chance to bury your face into his neck.

"You--" you hiccup, a small smile garcing your lips, "you look gorgeous, you know?"

"Thanks," he rolls his eyes. He's currently more invested in figuring out how to make you move.

God knows you need sleep and a big jug of water.

"No but I mean," your head shoots up in protest, eyes narrowed, "like really really gorgeous. Drop-dead gorgeous. No wonder you have a beautiful girlfriend."

Maybe it's the way you're looking at him that causes his face to heat up. Suddenly, he feels a little flustered by your attention.

"I don’t have—a girlfriend," he croaks out while dropping his hands from you, "and that-- you shouldn't be doing that.“

"Ooh your girlfriend. She's so perfect, isn't she?" You coo at him, "that's why you don't answer my messages. We used to--we used to text, and--"

"Y/N, I really don’t have a girlfriend—“

“Don’t lie to me, ‘Samu. I’ve seen you with her,” you jab a violent finger at his chest with so much force that it actually hurts, face suddenly clouded over with anger, “you two always have something to giggle about. And you share your onigiri with her.”

“And that’s important because?”

He should stop you, really. Before it gets any worse. But he finds that he just wants you to keep going. Somehow, there’s this unfamiliar prickle of warmth crawling at the back of his neck.

“You never share your onigiri!” You burst out like a selfish child, ‘not with anyone, but me!”

“I’m sorry I might have hurt your feelings Y/N, but—“

"You better be sorry!" You shove his hands away with growing frustration, "that hurt, 'Samu! You--You don't know what you do to me and I--" at this point you're sobbing full-out, crumble into his chest like a withered flower and Osamu has no choice but to circle his arms around you, holding you close in a tight embrace, "--I love you. I love you so much 'Samu. I can't see you with her. It--it kills me."

There's a loud silence. It's so quiet you can hear a pin drop.

Osamu blinks at you, body frozen. You blink back, realization slowly dawning like ice cold water.

Oh.

Oh shit.

You clap a hand over your mouth.

Osamu's face is white.

"I--" you stutter out an excuse, "I--I didn't --Oh….” and your head falls to his chest with a groan, “shit. Shit shit shit.”

Osamu seems frozen on the spot. A picture in time.

It doesn't help matters that you're getting a little too comfortable in his lap as you try to find a solution the deep hole you've dug for yourself through the haze of drunkenness.

"Look 'Samu," you fumble with his shirt, manage to grab it after a few failed attempts, "can we just pretend this--this never happened? Please? Pretty pretty please?"

Still, he doesn't say anything.

You try blinking some sense back into you. Try to find something useful, anything to say really. But your words die halfway up your tongue and you feel like kicking yourself for being so stupid. Why in the world did you think that drinking shots one after another with Atsumu would be such a good experience?

You decide that you’re definitely going to kill the blonde twin later. After all this is cleared up.

A sigh escapes you then, you bury even closer to him on impulse, as if you’ve always meant to do so.

“I fucked things up, didn’t I?” Your murmur is half-coherent, slurred.

Osamu, biting the corner of his lips as he ponders what you say, finally manages to find his voice, “well…It depends what your definition of screwed up is.”

“Hmm. Maybe…that our friendship is…ruined forever?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?” Tears spring to your eyes, “oh no…I feel like I’m going to start crying…”

“Maybe not.”

“Huh?” Your eyes fly up to his then, noticing for the first time the silent storm that rages there. He’s quiet, and yet the way his gaze takes in your features makes you wonder what exactly is he searching for when all the answers are laid out for him on the table. The ball’s in his court.

“Y/N,” he murmurs, before suddenly reaching out to cup your cheek in his palm. It’s warm and you find yourself closing your eyes in bliss. You can feel the soft rough pads, the tear and wear from his professional volleyball playing years, “how drunk are you?”

You hum, “tipsy?”

“On a scale of one to ten?”

“A very confident five.”

He leans in closer, so close his nose brushes yours. Your entire body stills.

Silence.

Nothing but the loud beating of Osamu’s heart. Music plays in the distance, behind muffled walls.

There’s only you two, in your small bubble of intimacy. Osamu, so close. His skin, his body pressed up in all the right places that it causes you to flush right down to your toes.

Oh.

You don't think.

One minute you're gazing at the plushness of his lips. And the next, your eyes are closed and you're kissing him like you've needed this your entire life.

Osamu grunts from the shock, doesn't react for a few seconds.

You're about to pull away from mere embarrassment--

Only for his arms to cage you to his chest.

He tugs you to him and his lips catch yours in a kiss that causes your entire body to tingle.

Wow.

Wow is right.

You knew Osamu was a good kisser. How could he not be with those looks of his? But this, this is beyond what you've imagined. This is enthralling. Exciting. The shape of his lips curving along yours shoots tingles right up your spine.

A whimper escapes your throat when his tongue suddenly slips past your lips. He grips you tighter, fingers digging into the skin at your hip while his other skims up the back of your neck to hold you there.

Heat bubbles up through your stomach and you can smell, taste Osamu like you've never did before. Everything disappears, with only him as your center of gravity and out of impulse, your fingers slide to his scalp to card through his grey locks.

His grunt makes your tummy flutter. His kisses get harder, deeper. Pushing against you like a tidal wave that covers you with the kind of feeling that makes your blood race underneath your skin.

You gasp, but he swallows it down. He tilts his head to the side, the angle taking you by surprise as his fingers start tracing up your spine. You shudder against him, tugging even harder on his hair and causing him to grunt in satisfaction.

His mouth finds your jaw when you finally detach your lips from each other, shaky inhales of peppered kisses against your skin as your head tilts back on its own accord like a flower bathing in sunlight. Your hips unconsciously rock into his and the strangled growl that tears through his throat makes you blink in surprise.

You look down at him, the realization that you're currently in his lap finally hitting you like a pile of bricks.

He probably feels your hesitation, for his mouth soon leaves your skin so he can look up at you through half-lidded eyes, "what's wrong?"

His throaty murmur is enough to send your thoughts into spasm.

"N--Nothing," you stutter out, "just uhm-- well, suddenly I don't feel so drunk anymore."

"That's a good thing...right?"

"R-Right."

A small silence fills the room. You can hear the sounds from downstairs slowly come back to you as the urge to hide grows stronger. Suddenly, it doesn't feel as enticing to be in your best friend's lap. Rather, you're a bit embarrassed.

"Y/N?" Osamu's soft murmur makes you focus back on him. The way his eyes search your face makes your neck tingle with heatwaves.

He's looking at you like you're the most delicate thing he's handled, the way his fingers flutter over your hips. Patient yet hesitant. Still there.

"Y--Yeah?" Your ears feel hot.

"Did you mean that?"

Of course you know what he's talking about. I love you. The words echo through your brain, makea you squeeze your eyes shut.

You open them after a moment, only to see Osamu already watching you.

"Yes," you finally mumble out, "I did."

You’re quiet again. But this time, you peek up at your best friend.

Only to see him blushing and looking away.

Almost like he’s embarrassed to hear such things. Almost as if…he’d been waiting to hear such things all along.

“Are you…blushing?” You manage to ask, more astounded than anything. Your heart does a small leap when Osamu merely turns away in hopes of hiding his face from you, to no avail, “you are blushing!”

“Shut up, Y/N,” he looks downright ashamed, face hitting a deep red, "I’m not…blushing.”

“You so are,” a smile breaks over your face before you can help it, “you’re so cute—“

“Sto-op,” his whine is muffled as he buries his face against your neck, “you’re so annoying.”

“But you like me.”

“I might take it back.”

“You can’t take those kinds of things back,” your arms wind around his neck, “and for the record, I threw myself under the bus there.”

“I kissed you first.”

“Well, I could’ve not responded to that.”

“Hm,” he grunts like an annoyed child, “you still confessed first.”

“But I’m not ashamed of that now, am I?”

“I’m not ashamed!” He looks up at you and it’s clear he’s almost losing all confidence. It doesn’t help that your smile is widening with every second that you spend admiring Osamu’s face.

You laugh. A full, deep-bellied laugh that makes his pulse beat under his skin, “Oh ‘Samu,” your eyes are twinkling like stars, head tilted to smile down at him, “you’re cute.”

He grumbles a little more, almost like a cat who’s got scratched on the wrong end of its back. He shifts then, moving you more comfortably into his lap as his nose nuzzles into your cheek.

A soft sigh escapes your lips. You can’t imagine how good it feels to be in his arms, to feel him around you, to smell his comforting manly scent.

“I have to admit,” you say after a long bout of silence, “I wasn’t expecting to confess to you today.”

He shrugs, “I wasn’t expecting to kiss you either but here we are.”

“It’s weird.”

“Weird…that we kissed?” Osamu’s eyebrow raises in suspicion.

“No, that it feels so…normal.”

His gaze focuses on yours for a moment. He exhales, “I think that’s a good thing,” he whispers out, hand shyly reaching over to tangle with yours.

Your heart skips a beat. You try to stop yourself from squirming. It proves to be harder than it looks.

Biting your lip, you try to halt the smile worming its way across your lips. There's a similar smile on Osamu's face.

Shyly, almost hesitantly, he presses his forehead to yours. Your breaths mingle together, warm and hot and enticing.

"So...do you wanna..maybe," his stutter is cute, deep red blush hwating up his face, "...go out tomorrow?"

"You mean, hang out?"

"N--No. I mean really go out." His hand squeezes yours for good measure.

You grin then, heart fluttering in your chest, "I would love to."

The smile that Osamu gives you back makes your tummy fill with butterflies.

This. This is what love is.

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hanaonesflower · 2 years

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“I fucking miss this, babe.”

The vibrato rumbled in his chest and you could feel it, too via your big mounds. You could hear him clearly, but you couldn’t pinpoint where his voice was coming from. Then you felt a fleeting mist of hot and cold fanning your earlobes. Then you realized he was snuggling in the small crevice of space lying dormant between your jawline and the prominence of your collarbone. His hips grinded intensely, drilling deep into your cunt without a single care in the world.

He could barely hold on to his composure. Being away from you for way too damn long. 2 days might have been okay, 3 was pushing it, but now he was gone for a month. Being celibate for more than a few days would have been torture for him, so he found himself pumping his cock to those promiscuous pictures you secretly sent him during his sleep when you miss him.

“Maybe I was away for too long, but fuck, your pussy feels like heaven every fucking time, doll. For the past 2 years I was fucking you nonstop, yet you stay tightly wrapped around my cock like thirsty bitch. I’m not complaining though.” His words were like confectionary, falling into your ears and you were still in a sexed haze.

He got handsy and rummaged atop the skin of your body, running his fingers carelessly across the small bumps, the dip of your stretch marks and the cute love handles. When the thread of his resolved thinned and he moaned something of damn near pornography. Your cervix tasted sex again and it was hungry for his seeds. His lips found yours. But this time he was neither crude or loud, he was slow, gentle, caressing every part of your body that he skipped over mere seconds ago.

“You are the absolute most beautiful being I’ve ever gotten the chance to kindle with.”

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plutoccult · 5 months

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SWEET NOTHING

pairing: shoyo hinata x gender neutral reader

description: you and hinata may be different, but at the end of the day, he just wanted your sweet nothings.

word count: 883

also available to read on my ao3 here

author’s note: first post with the new blog theme! i’m exhausted after doing it, but the results have been worth it. i’m diving more into haikyuu content because i feel like i need to contribute more to the fandom besides my office au (which is flopping LMAO). i decided to start off with something short and sweet (nothing). i know it’s not heavy on dialogue whatsoever, but that was honestly the intention. obviously, this is inspired by the taylor swift song. but regardless, i hope you enjoy!

you had a hard time understanding why hinata liked you.

you were shy, soft spoken, the complete opposite of hinata’s outlandish behavior. you envied how he always went in head first without a care for the consequences. if it worked out in his favor, great, and if it didn’t, then oh well, he’d just try again. you liked to think that was his thought process when he ended up asking you out.

you found it almost embarrassing how long you observed him from afar. watching as he slept in class or enthused about volleyball with his friends. it wasn’t that long that you were able to decipher his moods just by the way his face crinkled. you were helpless.

it was like a miracle was bestowed upon you when your friend yachi crossed paths with the manager of the volleyball club and asked her to join. from that day on, your life was consumed by volleyball.

she dragged you along to watch some of the games, introducing you to the members of the team. that was when you finally met hinata formally for the first time, and to your shock, he actually knew who you were.

“hey, you’re in my class, aren’t you?” he asked when you shook hands, something you awkwardly initiated. “you’re always looking at the window.”

oh, but you weren’t looking at the window, you were looking at him. yachi giggled when she heard him say that, and you almost wanted to nudge her so she’d stop. it made you feel like such a stalker, but you weren’t! really, you weren’t. you were just… very observant. yeah, that was the way to put it. a stalker would know obscure things like his address and entire family tree. you weren’t that type of crazy. you just always pined for him from afar.

you felt lucky that hinata wasn’t put off by you upon your first meeting, but in reality he had no reason to be. you decided to put an end to your observing once the two of you became acquainted, but that was only when hinata began to observe you.

hinata watched as you intently wrote down notes or twiddled with your pencil. he recognized your sighs without having to even look at you. the roles had been reversed, and you had yet to get a clue. hinata was quite the impatient one, so it wasn’t long until he decided to ask you out on a date of the blue one day after class.

after weeks of hanging out after school or after volleyball practice, hinata finally asked you if you wanted to be in a relationship. it was like you were floating above the ground when it happened, and of course you said yes. but, your insecurities began to grow once the reality of being in a relationship hit you.

it wasn’t like you didn’t have feelings for hinata, of course you had them. you just felt like you were letting him down when you showed up to his games and didn’t act over the top like others would do with their significant others. you just weren’t that type of person, and even if hinata knew that, you couldn’t help that small part of you that would overthink everything.

you couldn’t let these thoughts keep you down for long. you decided to take a page out of hinata’s book by going in head first and addressing the issue. if only you knew there was nothing ever wrong in the first place.

“hinata… can i ask you something?” you say out of nowhere.

he’s taken aback at first, but nodded in response. “yeah, of course.”

“do you wish i cheered for you louder at your games?” you asked, getting straight to the point.

“huh? what do you mean?” hinata furrowed his eyebrows. “i always seeing you clapping and waving.”

“well, i mean, like, yelling your name really loud and acting extra or something.” you reply.

“but why would you do that?” he asked. “that’s not like you at all.”

it wasn’t. it wasn’t like you at all, and that’s what made you feel so down about this. now you wondered if hinata was better off with someone else, someone just like him.

“i guess sometimes i feel like i should be doing more.” you frown. maybe asking him about this was a mistake, you thought. this was why you always thought things through before doing them. but there went that overthinking mind again, having absolutely nothing to worry about.

“well, y/n…” he paused, thinking of how to put the words together, just like you would. “i like when people cheer for me, but those are just people. as long as i can see your face after i make a point, that’s all that matters.”

you almost wanted to find it hard to believe, but when he looked at you so sincerely and held your hand so gently, you knew he wasn’t lying. “hinata…”

“just you being there is all i could ever want.” he said as he planted a quick kiss on your cheek, making you blush like it were the very first time.

you finally understood now. you thought you had to be everything and more for hinata, but all he ever wanted from you was sweet nothing.

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shoyoist · 5 months

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── 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 : hinata shoyo.

content: fem!reader. public sεx in the back booth of a cafe. dirty thoughts, teasing, fingering, a little overstimulation, shoyo is a liiittle mean but he's just so eager to have you!! mentioned pussy eating at the end.

— . ｡˚ ♡ you just can't wait to have shoyo's fingers in you. and neither can he.

one of the first things you notice about hinata when you meet up with him after his years away in brazil, is that his hands are big.

he'd already been growing taller and filling out when he left — but that was nearly three years ago, and seeing him for the first time after so long felt like a dream — because despite looking the same, he also looked just that different. it wasn't just his hands, really — he was big.

his neck was thicker, the expanse between his shoulder and neck offering much more space for your arms than it used to, as you wrapped them around his neck in a hug. his arms, his chest, his stomach, as they press against yours in the embrace, they feel bigger, more muscular than you remembered.

but what you notice the most, what would be a subtle change compared to everything else — is that his hands are so big. maybe because you hadn't seen his hands properly in any of the pictures he'd sent you, but it was the most surprising change about him.

his fingers that just used to be long and lithe, are now thicker — knuckles tough and edges calloused, the backs of them rosy and tanned and the palms hard and smooth, pink at the rounder points.

and as he holds your hands in his, gives you a smile that pours love and longing and happiness and tender adoration into you as he tells you, “hi, baby. i missed you.” — all you can think about is that you want your pussy stuffed with those fingers of his.

and eventually — because he is after all, your beloved shoyo that would do anything for you — you tell him.

hand in hand, walking the distance from your place to the café you used to frequent together, you tell him that his hands are so nice.

his fingers are so thick (“look! see how big they are compared to mine?”) and then while you're talking to each other over cups of coffee, you finally tell him — albeit slyly and mostly as a tease, you admit that you want his fingers in your cunt.

what you don't expect is for him to immediately oblige.

you're sitting together at the very last booth of the small, cozy little cafe, away from all the windows and concealed from clear view — and you'd thought it'd be cute to fluster him with a dirty little comment, and get him hooked for when you both get home.

but when you tell him, “they'd feel so nice curling deep into my pussy, don't you think?” hinata stares at you for only a few seconds — before he has you pressed against the back of the booth, one legged hooked over his knees and the other dangling over the edge of the seat as he forces your legs open.

“mhm,” he giggles at your wide eyed, stunned expression, wrapping a muscled arm around you and adjusting your position so effortlessly, as his other hand slides past the waistband of your skirt to palm at your clothed cunt. “let's see how it feels, then. oh — pretty pussy's wet already, huh? missed me much?”

you're too dazed by the contact and the delicious feel of his touch on your clit to form words and tell him yes, yes yes you missed him so fucking much, more than he knows — but you think you missed him more than even you know.

his eyes are brighter than you remember as well, you see as you blink up to meet his gaze—

his body language, his confidence, it's so different compared to how he was before.

you'd only gotten together in your third year of highschool, and really you'd only fucked once before he left for brazil — but you'd loved him long enough to know.

this isn't the same hinata that you kissed good-bye at that train station years ago.

correction: he is the same — but he's also more.

you stare, stars in your eyes — and he gives you a handsome, rogueish grin as he slips two digits under your panties and into the slick mess of your hole, like he knows every single thing he's doing to you right now.

to your body, to your mind, to your soul.

it's overwhelming enough, to have the love of your life return home to you after more than two years of being so, so far away from you.

overwhelming enough to see that he has changed so very much, to see that suddenly the sunny, sweet boy you'd fallen in love with has become a fire, a hot searing flame that's ready to sweep you off your feet and singe you, burn you with his kisses and his touch.

but right now, you can't even think clearly about it all — because fuck, fuck, fuck, he's sliding his fingers into you, and it feels even better than you thought it would.

“sh—shoyo,” you whimper, cheek pressed to his chest as he shields your body with his, just in case. “wait, wait — didn't mean right now, i—”

“hush,” he hums into your ear, thumb gliding up to find your clit, and when he presses into the sensitive bud, you can only obey and hush — pressing your lips shut tight to prevent the gasp of pleasure that builds in your throat from getting away.

the café had been pretty quiet and peaceful when you'd both walked inside, and even as you ordered from the counter and brought your trays to the back booth — but suddenly, you're so afraid that people might come and see. afraid that a waiter might come over and see.

“sho—” you try, but he shushes you again, and you feel so hot, it's all so sudden you can't think.

“couldn't wait, sunshine, 'm sorry.” he mumbles into your hair, pulling you even closer, and you feel a little cramped as he tugs your legs even further apart, fingers sliding knuckle-deep into you. “was thinking things the whole time, you're so gorgeous now, can't wait when you're so hot.”

“i—” you whimper again, grabbing his shirt and curling it in your fist. “me too, shoyo, me too.” there's an impatience in the both of you that was hardly satiable when kept apart from eachother, but now, with the two of you like this, there's no way to keep it at bay.

the stretch of his fingers in your cunt is impossible. so much compared to your own fingers, so hot and hungry compared to the toys you use (ones he'd bought and sent home to you during his time in brazil).

he fucks his digits into you like he's been dying to do this to you, like he's desperate to hear those pretty sounds you make in his ear again, like he's been thirsting to make you cum like this forever.

you're going to hit your orgasm so quick, you can already feel it.

you're going to cum slumped in the back booth of this little café, that you'd visited so long ago on your first date with hinata. this little café where you'd first kissed him. this little café where you'd had a valentine's day brunch with him, just two months before he left.

“shoyo,” you can't help the moan that slips out, pussy only clenching around harder his digits when you see the way his eyes cloud with lust upon hearing your voice. “shoyo, shoyo — gonna cum.”

you hope nobody hears you — and you hope that if they did, they'll stay the fuck away and mind their own business, and let hinata take care of you.

you need it. he's so warm, so hot, and he's fucking you so good with just his fingers — thumb rolling your clit just fucking right while he curls his fingers into your velvet walls, giggling under his breath when your pussy squelches messily each time.

“that's right, baby,” he coos, kissing your hair. “cum for me. nice and hard, mkay? else we might hafta try again.”

his voice cracks so well at just the right moment as he says it — and you don't know if it's the zap of need that courses through you at the sound of his voice breaking, or if it's just the bliss he's giving you with his fingers that makes you cum instantly, but you do.

your pussy wraps around his fingers so tight — your own hand flying up to clamp over your mouth and muffle your cry, as your body finally unfreezes and you crash into your high.

knees knocking together and squeezing hinata's arm between your legs, you fall lax against the leather seating of the booth — cushioned by his body because he still has his other arm secured around you — and you cum. “fuck, shoyo.”

“that's good,” hinata encourages, his whisper hot in the shell of your ear. “fuck, so messy. so messy, baby, how do we clean you up?”

you can't help it — and he's making it worse, curling his fingers in, knuckles digging into your walls as he tries to go even deeper, never relieving the pressure he's out on your clit, god— “shoyo, fuck, fuck.” you’re afraid you might shatter into a million pieces right there on the damn seat. you haven’t had someone else touch you in a long time, and getting an orgasm ripped from you like this is almost too much. “sho—shoyo, please.”

“please, what?” he giggles, still unrelenting, like he’s missed having you like this, like he really can’t be a good boy and wait until you get back home before he eats you up and makes you his girl all over again, for the first time in years.

“not here,” you say breathlessly, gulping down the cry of pleasure that springs up your throat when he lets go of your clit for a moment, only to flick his thumb at the ravenous bud again. “not here, please. i can’t—”

“can’t what?” he asks, almost impatient. he bites at your ear, and you feel so fucking hot, so dizzy with pleasure, but you can’t. not in the back booth of a god damn café, where you could just be caught with MSbY’s newest outside hitter fitting his fingers into your starving little cunt.

you grab his wrist and tug, giving him the most serious look you can with all the stars in your eyes. “can’t be like this, shoyo. not here. please? wanna go home. want you in me. at home.”

his lips pull downwards into a disappointed pout, but he only presses his body closer to you, hot and heavy, his weight so new on you. “you promise t’ let me fuck you like this in your bed then?”

the fact that he can make you blush harder with a few words even as he’s got your pussy full of his fingers is astounding, really. but you feel your face heat up as you nod, telling him you promise. you need it more than him. you need him so, so fucking bad.

with a delighted laugh, shoyo pulls away, almost too quickly and you’re forced to stifle the needy whine you want to let out because you know he’ll be on you again in no time if you act like that. he pops his fingers into his mouth, sucking on your slick, eyes dulling with lust as he gets a taste of you. “let’s go, then. we can have this date later.”

“wh—what about our food?” you can’t even ask before he’s getting up and pulling you to your feet. he gives you a quick kiss, and your eyes widen when you taste yourself on him. god, it’s almost embarrassing.

“i’ll pay for it now, we’ll tell them we’re coming back in a bit.” he grins at you, taking you by the waist and pulling you up against him. “i can think of something else i’d like to eat right now.”

by the glint in his eyes and the lingering taste in your mouth, you know exactly what he means the instant he says it. and you can’t help but blush again. god, he’s such a fucking charmer. “mm, alright. let’s go then.”

“that’s my girl.”

#₊˚ପ⊹ REKHA™.#₊˚ପ⊹ NYCHTA.#hinata smut #haikyuu smut #hinata shoyo smut #hinata x reader #haikyuu x reader #hinata shoyo x reader #hq smut #haikyuu!! smut #hinata headcanons #hinata drabbles #hinata shouyou smut #haikyu x reader #haikyu smut #hq x you #haikyuu x you #hinata x you

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sugarlywhispers · 1 year

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s.kiyoomi + gf moments

☆— fem reader, crack, fluff

☆— a/n; i don't know what this is, i just had a thought and felt like writing it.. it could become a serie of events until the Sakusa Kiyoomi finally admits he loves y/n (?) idk, let me know if you like the idea😊

You have been best friends with Bokuto since you were young. Your friendship was so fun and purely like brother and sister that you even decided to move together once high school was over and your University period of life began. Even if you were very different in personalities, somehow you both worked together and couldn't imagine a life without him as your bestie-almost brother.

After some time living together, you got very used to seeing some people around the house almost everyday, his volleyball teammates.

First, it was Miya Atsumu and Sakusa Kiyoomi. Atsumu was the biggest flirt you have ever encountered in your life, almost to the point in which sometimes it annoyed you. In a good way though. He was a cutie.

While Kiyoomi was very chill and shy, he mostly kept to himself if no one bothered him; but he had the most snarky and filled with sarcasm answers for whatever antics Boo and 'Tsumu could come up with. You loved it.

Then Hinata Shouyo joined the team, and it was like a whirlwind uprooted everything in his path. He was the most outgoing and sociable and kind human being you have ever met.

And it all became like a routine. Everyday after practice, all of them would come to have dinner at yours and Boo's apartment. By this time, you already know all of them and how they all liked things and their meals. Especially Omi. He was a particular, rare especimen.

Bokuto had warned you before introducing him, how he did not like physical contact or how he wouldn't take off his mask if he wasn’t playing in a match or eating. He warned you not to feel offended or take it personal if he bluntly commented on how things were not clean enough or whatever.

But surprisingly, he had never looked down on anything in your apartment or even commented anything in front of you.

There was even one time he did comment in the middle of dinner, "I'm surprised how you maintain everything this clean and organized considering you live with Bokuto…"

"Hey!" Boo complained, mouth full of food, while everyone laughed.

That same night, Boo had pestered you about how the Sakusa Kiyoomi liked you. Of course, you couldn't believe it. The man barely spoke to you outside of those moments the team was present at your apartment.

It was until one night, when everyone came of course after practice to have dinner you were already cooking, when he did something you never thought he would do.

Of course, the amount of noise they made even before getting inside the apartment was a clear sign they were almost there. Shouyo and Boo always came straight to hug, picking you up and squishing you hard as a greeting. Atsumu would fist pump and wink at you before throwing himself on the sofa, of course putting some other volleyball's team match on the TV. While Omi would simply bow slightly with his head, not even getting too close to you, standing on the entrance of the kitchen.

By this time, you already knew and respected each one of them and their ways to show how much they appreciated you.

"It smells so good, Y/N," whined Shouyo as he entered the kitchen and made his way to the fridge to pick something to drink.

Omi was so quiet you have not realized he had followed the red-mostly orange-head and was standing at the door of the kitchen.

"I'm glad you think that," you smiled happily.

"He says that about almost everything. He would eat a bug and say exactly the same thing if he's hungry enough."

To say that you were surprised to hear his deep voice speak that amount of words was small. Yet, you couldn't avoid finding it funny how he always got the cleverest answers and dark humor. So you laughed, while Shouyo pouted, drinking from the beer he took from the fridge–it was Friday night after all.

You kept cooking, smiling and listening to how Shouyo complained to his teammate how evil he was with him when he was all nice to him.

"Alright you two…" you meddled, smiling happily at the incessant noise from everyone around, "If you're gonna keep arguing, you could at least help on setting the table, right?"

They both nodded while moving around to find what they needed, still arguing, but now about something else which sounded like Shouyo's height. Omi loved getting on Shouyo's nerves when it came to his height.

"What's that, Y/N?" Shouyo suddenly asked, signaling to a set of a plate, forks, a glass and a mug that were separated in a corner of the cupboard.

"Oh. That's Omi's," you said, your attention anywhere but said man.

"I don't remember leaving my stuff here," he commented, with no mean intention in his voice towards you.

"No, I mean… I know you don't like your stuff mixed with everyone's, so I picked a set I always clean twice and kept it separated from everything else. No one touches or uses that but you," you answered him, still looking at the food you were cooking over the oven.

Oh, God, kill me now, was all you thought as silence reigned in the kitchen.

But then, you felt a tall, warm presence behind you. You knew it was Omi, Shouyou was not that tall–he was only a head over yours, while you knew Omi was much taller.

It was the first time the Sakusa Kiyoomi got that close to you and it shocked you to the core. But what surprised you the most was when you felt his chin rest on your head comfortably.

"Thank you, Y/N," you could feel the vibrations of his deep voice and the rumble of his chest on your back saying your name, his entire dark but comfy aura so close to you, all you could think was how good it felt.

If you would have turned a bit to Shouyo's direction, you would have seen him with his eyes open wide, like those funny cartoons where their eyes popped off their face to express shock. Thankfully, he didn't say anything, he simply turned on his feet and flew from the kitchen to the living room where Tsumu and Boo were.

"You're welcome," was all you could say, almost a whisper, as he comfortably stayed there, barely a centimeter of distance between his body and yours.

If you weren't shocked enough by that, you definitely almost collapsed when you felt one of his fingers timidly caress your hand that was not holding the spoon you were cooking with, resting next to your hip. It had been barely a touch, yet the warmth and little tingling it provoked made you take a deep breath to gather your mind straight.

If you hadn't before, now you definitely were falling for this rare specimen.

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tvhsleb3ww · 16 days

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HUSBAND OIKAWA HCS OMAGHAUSHSHD

husb!oikawa who helps you do the taxes and puts his glasses on and brings a calculator only for him to get bored after 20 minutes and whines when you don't give him attention

husb!oikawa who is your plus one to any events your office is doing and your female coworkers gawking over him only for him to show off his ring before wrapping an arm around your waist, swiftly saying "i'm taken, ladies" with a smug smirk

husb!oikawa who panics and screams whenever he thinks he lost his wedding ring bc he can't wear it in games!

husb!oikawa who ties the ring to a necklace so he can wear it during games, he'll also give the ring a kiss before any serve

husb!oikawa who watches horror movies w you, expecting for you to hide your face in his chest from the jumpscares and he can act all tough and cool by protecting you from said jumpscares— only for him to be the one hiding in the crook of your neck when watching them

husb!oikawa who picks you up from the bar that you and your coworkers went to bc he doesn't trust anyone on returning you home when you're drunk as a sailor

husb!oikawa who makes hangover seaweed soup along with some hot chocolate when you wake up all lightheaded bc of the drinks you had and nags you for drinking too much

husb!oikawa who will reserve you a VIP seat for his games and will shamelessly kiss you in front of the whole crowd, he could also shamelessly make out w you too but that would earn him a smack

husb!oikawa who gets upset when you can't go with him to his overseas games because of your work, muttering a "you can be a housewife instead, yknow!! I'll be the source of income!!" which he got smacked for because you didn't work your ass for a degree just to be a housewife

husb!oikawa who'd act all tough and nonchalant when both of you have a fight and he's lying on the couch with crossed arms but in reality he's thinking about the fight and he hates getting into arguements with you

husb!oikawa who will beg you to listen to his explanation bc he doesn't wanna go to sleep with you being mad at him

husb!oikawa who just grins and wiggles his eyebrows at you whenever your parents start asking for grandchildren when you both come over to visit

husb!oikawa who will not show up to work if you're sick and will take care of you

husb!oikawa who whines when his mother and his older sister treats you like their own family to the point they forget about him (he's actually happy that the important women in his life get along)

husb!oikawa who has an ID photo of you in his wallet and has a polaroid of both of you on your wedding day in his clear phone case

husb!oikawa who comments on ALL your instagram posts and shares it on his story. he will also reply to every men in the comments section that dares to flirt with you

husb!oikawa who always has a hand on one of your boobs when he's sleeping because he says it's comfy! (he just wants to feel something soft)

husb!oikawa who spoils you rotten and sends bouquets to your office on a weekly basis

THATS ALL FOR NOW KEKE

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shaisuki · 5 months

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Tetsu's breeding kink? 😁👉🏼👈🏼🤭

kuroo's breeding kink didn't come overnight. it just came to him naturally. he wifed you up, put a pretty ring around your finger and treat you right like any man like him would do.

he sees you and got this heart eyes full of pure adoration and he's a goner. coming to his breeding kink he just realized it. how his words of adoration like ballad being sang turning into one of a filth that only your ears could ever hear.

“f—fuck, you're getting tight....” kuroo moans out. his tie still hanging from his neck. sleeves rolled up, bunching in his muscular biceps. his pants still pooling in his ankles while his balls deep inside you. “you like that, huh? me filling you up with my cum...” speeding up his thrusts and you wonder where kuroo gets this strength when he have the most strenuous of jobs. your velvet walls fluttering around his length while he continue to whisper those words.

“going to fill you up plenty, make this belly round...with my baby.” his hips stuttering. raising your leg to hook in his shoulder to bury himself deeper. making sure it will take. “that's it baby, milk me dry with this slutty pussy of yours...” kuroo groans, holding your plush waist like a lifeline while he ruts deeply inside you.

his tip nudging your soft walls that leaves you clenching involuntarily around him. hugging him so tightly that you don't ever wanna let him go. toes curling and sheets almost being ripped from the pleasure you were getting from him battering your pussy.

“s—shit, going to cum and fill you up...” he says before spilling his cum inside you. your legs wrapping around him to make sure he's not going to let go but kuroo won't. his cock spasming while letting jets of his cum paint your walls white.

he groans followed by hissing at his cock being sensitive but kuroo only buries himself deeper. cock still hard and pulsating. ready for another round of breeding.

“i'm not done, baby. gotta make you round and glowing for me.” he smirks and you nod. not minding your pussy begging for a break when all you can think is being stuffed by his cum.

#ᝰ.ᐟ shai's drabbles #chubby reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #kuroo smut #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x chubby reader #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyu smut

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yenqa · 1 month

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firsts

synopsis — sakusa and you have never had a conversation, and honestly you’re terrified of the man. but one conversation turns out to be many more of your firsts with sakusa.

warnings — reader is scared of men LMFAO, not really any

pairing — sakusa x implied fem!reader

wordcount — 710

a/n — happy birthday to himm! also my first hq post in a while OOPS also not proofread sorry!

You’ve never really talked to Sakusa.

You had been the manager of the volleyball team since your first year–and you had known him since then, but for some reason, you haven’t talked to him unless it’s volleyball related.

In fact–you don’t think you’ve ever had a conversation with him. But there's a first for everything, right?

Itachiyama has made it to nationals (not like it’s a surprise), and everyone has just arrived. The room continues to fill with people you don’t know, so you decide it’s best to stick with your team so you don’t get lost.

Well apparently that was a horrible idea to everyone else. Because you’ve lost everyone but Sakusa.

And you’re terrified. Surrounded in a room full of men you don’t know sounded like your worst nightmare, and you were living it currently.

Frantically scanning the room for anyone that’s not Sakusa, you somehow can’t spot any of the familiar bright yellow and green jackets your team is wearing.

Everyone knows that Sakusa doesn’t like to be bothered. But when you make eye contact with him, you change your expression to a way where he understands you’re pleading for help.

And he nods once.

Your mouth breaks out into a smile, and you shimmy your way to the crowd. Letting out a sigh of relief–you lean on the wall for support, muttering a small thank you to Sakusa.

You don’t expect him to say anything back, but you can hear his muffled voice say, “You okay?”

Tilting your head slightly up to make eye contact with him, you smile as you say, “Yeah–I’m fine. Are you nervous?”

You’re not sure why you ask the question, he probably doesn’t want to be bothered. I mean–you were still kind of shocked that he let you even be near him.

“Not really. Are you?”

You’re even more shocked when he continues the conversation. You’d expect he’d be the most rude person if he didn’t want to talk. “I-uhm I am a little bit. But we’re exempt from playing today right?”

Yeah–this definitely is the first and last conversation you’ll ever have with him.

He nods.

Then it’s silent.

Surprisingly, the silence isn't the most awkward thing you’ve experienced. It feels as if you’re just two people co-existing.

You watch as everyone excitedly hugs each other or glares at their next opponent. One person even tries to rile up the other, eliciting a small chuckle from you.

From the corner of your eye you can tell he’s curious, but he hasn’t said anything yet. This time, you take initiative to point at the players, also describing the jacket colors.

And you swear you can hear him laugh.

Not a full–hearty laugh obviously, but a small chuckle. A quiet one that you don’t even notice. But it’s definitely the first time you’ve heard him do anything resembling a laugh.

“You laughed.” You blurt out, before you even realize.

He furrows his brows, “I did.”

Your eyes widen, “Sorry–oh my gosh, it’s just the first time I’ve heard your laugh before, Sakusa-san. I swear I didn’t mean it like that–you just have a nice laugh–”

And now he’s actually laughing–like not even hard to hear.

He’s laughing, he’s hunched over, shaking and clutching his stomach. You don’t think you’ve ever felt more mortified in your life.

“It wasn’t that funny was it?” You ask, a frown on your face.

Sakusa catches his breath, “Funnier than any of the jokes Komori tries to make.”

“There wasn’t even a joke! And I happen to like the jokes he makes!”

“Only if you’re sick in the head.”

You scoff at his remark, “Wow, Sakusa-san, you’re very hard to please.”

“Kiyoomi.”

“Another complaint?” You tease, trying to play dumb at what he’s trying to imply.

“Call me Kiyoomi.”

You can feel heat rush to your cheeks, you tuck your hair back behind your ear and mutter, “Okay, Kiyoomi.”

And even though he’s wearing a white mask, you swear you can see his eyes crinkle and you can assume the corners of his mouth turn up ever so slightly.

You’ve had many firsts with Sakusa today. This is the first time you’ve seen him smile–just maybe next time he’ll do it while his face is fully shown.

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moechies · 7 days

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wakatoshi ʚɞ

“y’feel so good honey.”

your cunt sinks onto his meaty tip, pulsing erratically at the unfamiliar stretch.

“hah—.. h-help me, please!”

“take your time, you can do it.”

you try, you really do, shoving yourself onto your lovers cock. he holds you tightly but the fat of your hips, gently guiding your cunt to wrap more and more of him.

“eek— w-waka!”

he sighs, face flushed and eyes shut tight from the pleasure. he lays back into the soft of the bed, peeking out of one eye to watch your flustered expression and your body shiver with pleasure.

“please , n-need your help. i can’t do it m’self..” you mewl, body giving up and landing atop of his, sniffles muffled as you hide yourself into the crook of his neck.

“poor baby.” he teases, soothing over your hair with one hand, the other soothing across your shivering ass. “too much for my honey?”

you nod, bracing yourself as he flips you under him, forced to meet his eyes as he hovers above you.

“y’were almost there,” he stares down at the remainder of his cock you were unable to get inside your cunt, sloppy swipes over your clit in order to quiet his baby’s complaints. “y’gonna do better next time? so i don’t have to do all the work, hm ?”

“y-yes..! t-thank you waka, thank you f’helping me!”

he groans; what sweet pleasure it was to feel your plump ass meet his pelvis.

“no need. thank you f’this perfect pussy honey.”

#haikyu brainrot forgive me #this is funny cus tendou is my fav character actually .#haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu smut #ushijima wakatoshi #haikyuu wakatoshi #wakatoshi x reader #hq wakatoshi #wakatoshi smut #ushijima x reader #haikyuu ushijima #ushijima smut #ushijima x you #drabbles ⋆⑅˚₊

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angelatsumu · 2 years

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dumb.

in which hq men dumbify their s/o.

warnings: NSFW, minors dni <3 dumbification, dom!character x sub reader, size kink (kinda), daddy mention (suna), kinda bratty reader (ushi), afab!reader.

NSFW after the cut <3

m. atsumu <3

he’s been fucking your messy cunt for what felt like hours, and all you’ve ever been able to say is ‘please ‘tsumie’ until your stupid little cunt would drool for him again, then it was ‘cu-cumming’. he’s not sure how he managed to get you to this point, but he’s more than proud of being able to last this long. with each whimper—tsumie—he feels his abdomen tighten, cock twitching inside your gummy walls at the name. you’ve only ever whimpered such a title when he’s got you like this, cheeks flushed and damp with your salty tears, pussy throbbing around him. sweat collected along your hairline and your eyes crossed from pleasure, body overheating from the overflow of ecstasy. his beautiful, bratty girl whimpering nothing but broken sentences below him has his throat closing up, feels like he can’t breathe you’re so tight around him. he’s loves when you’re cockdrunk, brain dumping all vocabulary to save room for the feeling of his cock dragging along your sweet walls. he thinks his cock’s imprinted in your silly little brain, and with another tsumie, he’s certain that’s where it’ll stay.

u.wakatoshi <3

toshi’s large in every sense of the word, yet you insist on minial prep before sinking onto his fat cock. every time he scolds you, “remember last time, dear”, and every time you swat his hand away from your clit the moment your second orgasm from his fingers washes over you. the exacerbated sighs that leave your lips when you’re determined makes him chuckle because knows this will be exactly like before. in this moment, he was correct. like before, you’d used every braincell in that cute little noggin of yours to concentrate on sheathing his fat cock inside you. by the time the base of his girthy cock met your pelvis, you’d expended all energy and your brain had been turned to mush. the act of sinking down onto his length had a weak orgasm racing through you, cunt struggling to squeeze properly around him. he grunts at the feel of your wasted orgasm, wincing at just how tight the fit was between you. you’re babbling now, begging for something despite how full you already are. to appease you, his precious girl, he snaps his hips upward and forcing a whine from your lips. he thinks that’ll silence your incessant babbling, but he’s wrong as your dazed eyes focus on his own, unintelligible begging for more falling from your lips.

s.rintaro <3

suna’s entire world halts when he hears the beginnings of an unintelligible, overstimulated babble. usually you start with a single whimpered daddy as he’s pressing your little pink vibrator against your clit for the fourth time. his eyes—once focused on the junction between the two bodies—shoot up to watch your fucked out features, glinting with amusement. he knows he’s got you, knows that his cock is like a broken record occupying all your thoughts. he drags his cock lazily in your tight walls once more, rolling the vibrator along your clit as you weakly thrash beneath him. you’re babbling for some sort of relief, but the moment he pulls away the vibe he hears the sniffly tears on the verge of returning. you’re insatiable and bratty, too dumb to truly comprehend what you need. you’re begging for more, and he’s giving you every inch of him with unrelenting strength; you’re still unsatisfied. your mind’s fuzzy, eyes squeezed shut as another orgasm shutters through you. your body’s betraying you, thrashing to escape his calculated assault on your cunt; your mouth allows nothing but the dirtiest of whines and whimpers for more. “shh, baby. no need to fret, daddy’s gonna do all the thinkin’ for you”

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yuu-kumeii · 5 months

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Your husband says he's not the clingy type.

But sometimes he'll just suddenly walk into the room and plop himself on your lap, curling into himself to make sure every part of him is in your warmth. Smushing his face into your neck, inhaling your comforting scent. Taking your hand and putting it on his head, a signal for you to start playing with his hair. Letting out sighs of content in between his little 'I love you's, it feels like both of you are ready to doze off...

And then he'll get up and walk out like it was nothing, leaving you there baffled, confused, and betrayed. He does this multiple times a day too. It happens so much that you automatically open your arms the second you see him, ready to be swallowed up in his figure —for what you assume to be 5 minutes—.

Your husband says he's not the clingy type, but do you really believe that?

SAKUSA, AKAASHI <333, Kita, Osamu, Kenma, Iwaizumi, Kageyama, Kuroo (He would walk past you just to see your reaction)

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byunbqbes · 1 year

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HQ BOYS MEETING A BEAUTIFUL FAN

⟶ ft. kuroo, suna, ushijima

♡ kuroo

"kuroo? kuroo testurou?"

kuroo whips around, ready to apologise to whoever that the nekoma volleyball team is currently rushing to catch their bus back to school, when he's suddenly hit with...

kuroo's jaw drops.

he doesn't even know how to describe what he's seeing. all he knows is that he's currently staring at the girl of his dreams.

"um, could i take a video with you?" you give him a tentative grin, before rocking back on your heels, adding, "and if it's okay, could you wish my friend to get well soon?"

kuroo immediately closes his mouth, aware that he looks completely stupid in front of the cutest girl he's ever laid eyes on. he gazes at you with his iconic half-lidded eyes, hoping he sounds more confident than the way his heart is clenching in his chest, "oh? a video? and what's your friend's name?"

"misaki! she's your biggest fan but she couldn't be here because she's sick today." kuroo nods empathetically at your explanation, internally swooning because you're going to such lengths for your sick friend? that is so cute.

"sure! a video's nothing! hang on - kenma, help us take a video!"

kenma turns around, about to protest how they have no more time to entertain fangirls when he sees kuroo slinging an arm around you. kuroo shoots kenma a pleading look and kenma finds himself sighing because, of course, kuroo is absolute putty for pretty girls.

when coach nekomata calls for kuroo and kenma, kuroo frowns as he removes his arm around your waist, before he gets an idea.

he leans in closer to you, pressing something into your hands, smirking, "return this to me in school."

before you can even open your mouth and protest, kuroo's gone.

you look down in your hands and see his nekoma jacket crumpling between your fingers as you giggle to yourself.

♡ suna

suna is normally cool as a cucumber, eyes glued to his phone nonchalantly whenever a group of fangirls approach his teammates and gush animatedly.

normally.

he thinks he's being slick when he sneaks a few glances your way, heart clenching in his chest as he sees you move closer - or rather sees your friends drag you towards...him?

suna quickly assesses his situation and scans the area around him - no, the miya twins were not around him. this could only mean one thing - you're headed straight in his direction.

before he has the time to really freak out about an angel of a girl approaching him, you're already getting pushed towards him, with your friends' soft snickers in the background. and you're beaming up at him softly.

he feels his heart in his throat when he hears you repeat, gesturing to your friend who's holding up a polaroid camera, "are you okay to take a photo with me?"

okay? fuck. he is more than okay.

suna blinks, regaining a little composure. straightening his jersey, suna nods at you silently and wraps an arm around your shoulder, hoping you don't hear the way his heart is hammering thunderously against his chest.

holy shit. how do you smell amazing too? what was that - vanilla or something floral?

as suna tries to figure out what exactly is the intoxicating scent wafting around him, the photo is over, a little too fast might he add. he feels you pulling away from him and his arm drops back to his sides.

he knows he sounds uncharacteristically simp-y and even cringes a little at himself, but he knows he will forever regret it if he didn't ask you.

"do you wanna have another photo? with the polaroid camera, i mean."

suna may or may not have left his number behind the second polaroid.

♡ ushijima

"hi!"

ushijima feels a gentle tap on his shoulder right after he hears you. he turns around slowly and -

there is no way you are real.

"hello." he greets, looking stoic in contrast to the way he's internally panicking.

ushijima feels his grip tighten on the volleyball he's holding, taking in the way your eyes shine under the harsh gym lights. he listens to you ramble something about being a fan of his and a reporter as his eyes continue to glaze over your angelic figure, only snapping out of it when he feels kageyama nudging his side.

"so ermmm, what do you do in your free time?" you repeat helpfully, prodding a pen against your notepad.

"uhm." ushijima feels his face heating up. "i take care of my plants."

you're immediately gasping, "no way! i'm a plant mom too!"

"oh, uhhh," ushijima swallows, growing impossibly redder at the revelation of your shared hobby, "what do you grow?"

"roses!"

of course. that suits you, he thinks, pretty flowers for a pretty girl.

before ushijima knows it, he's spluttering nervously, "there's...actually a nursery around here..."

you look up from your notepad, eyes crinkling excitedly as you listen to ushijima explain how to get there. but after a couple of failed descriptions, ushijima scratches his head, "i-if you're not too busy afterwards, i could take you there?"

your eyes widen at the insinuation, before you nod shyly and give ushijima a small smile, which he finds himself melting at.

did ushijima just score himself a date? maybe.

is he complaining? oh hell no.

🤍 reblogs are very appreciated!

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hanaonesflower · 1 year

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“Princess, can I ask you something?” He speaks, breaking the silence of the long, uneventful car ride. “Sure, anything!” You chirp, unsuspecting of what is to come.

“Why don’t you ever let me do anything for you?” Ushijima says, his eyes remain fixated on the long stretch of roads ahead. The fog heavily roll down the sides the hills on your either sides, lowering visibility. His hand tightens around the wheel, while the other grips yours.

“What do you mean by that?” You sit back, eyes wandering his features, looking for any sign that he’s just cheerfully asking you. Knowing Ushi though, he’s sometimes not as light hearted as you’d think.

“You are always so insistent on doing everything yourself. You won’t let me help you, like earlier, when you refused to let me tie your shoes. That isn’t the first time you refused my help.” He goes on a spiel, his thumb reaches to the toggle and lowers the volume, making his breathing more prominent than ever. It has occur to you that you have always been doing everything by yourself despite his looming figure always by your side. The hyperindependence is slowly starting to bother him. He wants to help you, wants to give you the fullest extent of a princess treatment yet the only thing really holding him back from that is, you.

“It’s just something that I could easily have done for myself, you didn’t need to bother with that, don’t worry, baby,” you try to comfort him, hoping some words of affirmation can help. It really isn’t a big deal, it’s some shoe laces that came undone, not a heavy errand.

As soon as the car is pulled into a parking spot at a rest stop, quickly shifting the car in “park”, turning to you and he sighs. A real sigh. One so full of frustration and… hopelessness. “I’m not bothered. It has never mattered how big or small anything is, I want to do everything for you. Why are you holding yourself back from me?” He is starting to put things into perspective for you. After going through a useless ex-boyfriend, then a man who gave you hot and cold attention, lastly a guy who gave you princess treatment to fill his inflated ego before meeting Ushijima, learning to only rely on yourself has been the protector of your heart, your soul and your sanity. You find that by depending on your good ol’ self is the only way to prevent yourself from throwing your body off a bridge.

“Ushi, it’s not—,” before you can finish your sentence, truthfully you don’t really know what to say. He’s right, you are holding yourself back from him. Holding yourself back from the hurt that you’ve known all too well, he interrupts, holding both your hands in his, “baby, you’re my priority, my everything, your well-being, happiness and comfort are my main concerns and I want it to be that way,” he stops, taking a breath. Reminiscent of the times where Ushijima offered to go so out of his way to help you but being kindly turned down has left him feeling absolutely useless and uneasy. Ushijima’s love language is act of service and because he hasn’t been able to do the bare minimum for you, he feels it eating him alive.

“I am aware of your past, I know that I can’t change what was, but I’m here to make a difference now, I mean it!” You are moved by his words, he means what he says and you know it. You’ve seen it. He’s a big man of his words, always keeping promises, has never ever disappointed you in any way. Yet the walls have been reinforced many times again that it has cemented itself in your life, creating a barrier between the two of you. “I want to open doors for you, pull out chairs for you, pick you up from a friend’s house, drop you off at the airport, all of that, please, baby, please just let me.” You have to say, it is like he is begging for you to allow him in, allow him to integrate further into your system, a system you’ve built to keep you from going down a slippery slope time and time again.

“I’m so grateful for you, Ushi, you’ve done so much for me, you really have. I just feel like I can’t be asking for anymore than what you’ve already given me,” before you can inhale a full breath, he branches his body over to your side of the car and kisses you deeply, so deeply that you melt. “I’m at your disposal, you are my world, let me in, don’t keep shutting me out,” he says, breaking away from the kiss.

You chuckle, “yes, Wakatoshi, I accept your offer,” and you’ve never seen him smile wider. A big, toothy grin coming from the infamously stoic dude. He kisses you again, “thank you, baby.”

He unbuckles your seatbelt, hastily running from his side to yours and opening the door for you, and just like the universe is rooting for the both of you, your shoe laces come undone, again.

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