#haikyu self insert
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𝓓𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝓕𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝓗𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!
oh future husband, better love me right!
premise. the nhk gives it’s viewers a peak into the love lives of the jnt’s lineup, interviewing the future wives of the jnt to crack the secret to a happy relationship ❤︎
content. haikyu!! jnt / f!reader. (atsumu miya, rintarou suna, wakatoshi ushijima & shoyo hinata). fluff. somewhat decent relationship advice. downbad fiancés. healthy relationships(!!). suggestive moments. petnames.
soundtrack. dear future husband : meghan trainor.
part two can be read here.
dear future husband m.list. // hq. masterlist.
ATSUMU MIYA.
“after every fight, just apologize.”
“Relationship advice?” You repeat, sitting across from the NHK interviewer, mic strapped to your shirt as a camera filmed your living room. She nods, smiling while holding a microphone of her own.
“Yes! Tell us, what is the secret to a healthy relationship?”
You tilt your head, “Well, I guess I have some advice to give.” Your fingers drum against the armrest of your couch as you sit in thought, contemplating on what to tell the reporter, “hmm..”
Atsumu sitting beside you laughs, his arm slung comfortably over your shoulder, “I have some advice I’d like to give as well.”
You turn to him with a grimace. “I don’t want any young viewers following whatever is about to come out of your mouth, ‘Tsumu.”
He looks at you offended; reeling his arm back to his side, shock spelled out all over his face. “Excuse me, I’m great at romance. I romanced you, didn’t I?”
“Unfortunately,” you jest, with Atsumu exclaiming in protest, “But this isn’t just about romancing someone, ‘Tsumu. They’re asking what makes a relationship a healthy one.”
“So?” He shrugs, “A healthy relationship is one that’s full of romance.”
“I apologize for him,” you playfully tell the interviewer, ignoring the look Atsumu gives you in response, “He’s not the best at this sorta stuff.”
She merely giggles, “No worries, the players are allowed to give their own opinions as well.” Atsumu puffs his chest out, “See, babe? She said I can talk too.”
“Yeah well, just make sure to cut out whatever he says in the final broadcast,” She lets out a snort at your jab, hiding the smile that creeps onto her face behind her microphone while Atsumu shoves your shoulder in despair.
“Awe, c’mon! I’m not that bad with relationship advice!” He pouts at you, looking like a kicked puppy when he does so, “What makes you think I’m so bad at this, do you actually want to marry me, babe?”
Your eyes soften at his saddened tone, feeling slightly guilty you link your fingers with his, eyes full of love when he smiles down at your intertwined hands.
“Of course I do, ‘Tsumu.”
The camera crew awes as you turn back to face the cameras, still holding Atsumu’s hand firmly in your own, running your thumb over the smooth cut diamond ring studded band he wears on his ring finger.
“The advice I have to give viewers is; Apologize when you are wrong,” you tell the interviewer, “No matter your pride, no amount will replace your relationship. It’s never worth sacrificing your loved one just for the sake of winning an argument.”
“Uh huh, you’re one to talk about that, babe,” Atsumu rolls his neck, “You never apologize first, it’s always me who has to for you to talk to me again.”
“What are you talking about?” You look at him confused, “I’m the one who initiates the apology conversations, you’re the stubborn one out of us.”
“Nuh-uh.”
You groan, “Exactly.”
Atsumu pulls his hand out of yours, placing it on your thigh instead before facing the cameras. “But, she is right. Do not ever choose a winning an argument over your partner. It ends badly.”
“You would know,” you snort, “You give me the longest silent treatments until I coax you out of it with kisses.”
“Can we cut that out of the broadcast, please?”
You purse your lips to hide the oncoming smile until Atsumu leans forward, a handsome grin on his face as he looks directly into the rolling cameras with a newfound confidence.
“But, y’know. I do always apologize in the end, ‘cause my girl’s never wrong.”
RINTAROU SUNA.
“make time for her.”
“You see this girl?” Suna jabs a thumb in your direction from across the kitchen, leaning against the marble island lazily as the camera team nods. “Yeah, she gets constipated if I don’t give her enough attention.”
Your head perks up immediately as you shoot him a halfhearted glare, “Do not.”
“See, she’s doing it right now.” He ignores, drinking from his glass of water before setting it down on the counter, ignoring the little gasp you let out at his actions.
Rolling your eyes, you smack his arm before sliding a coaster under his drink, “Don’t scratch the marble, Rinnie. I just bought this island.”
The camera team silently giggles at the short interactions between you two, with Suna sticking his tongue out at you and in response you give him a middle finger before he turns back to face them, “Can you believe her?”
Scoffing, you enter the camera frame beside him, “Don’t bring them into this, Rinnie.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
“I’m your fiancée.”
Suna opens his mouth to argue before shutting it promptly, “Good point.”
One of the crew members holds a sign from behind the cameras, indicating to get the interview back on topic. “Why would you ever ask her for relationship advice?” Suna chuckles, “I was the one who made the first move.”
“The interview is for the fiancée’s of the JNT, Mr. Suna,” the interviewer reminds him, “But the players are welcome to voice their own opinions as well.”
Suna stretches his arm behind his back with a yawn, a sliver of his abdomen peeking out from underneath his home shirt before disappearing quickly, “Well in that case, allow me to voice this opinion—”
You slap a hand over his mouth before he can begin, “Nope, didn’t you hear them? This is my interview, Rinnie.”
“Buhf dey shaid I can shpeak too, affhole." Suna glares from behind your hand, removing it from his mouth with a groan. “Did you even wash your hand? Tastes gross.”
“Why did you lick my hand?”
“We’ve done freakier things than that and that’s what you’re worried about?”
Your words get lodged in your throat, sputtering out hurriedly, “This is going on T.V, Rinnie!”
He looks to you with a smug smile, “Yeah, and I can’t wait to rewatch this interview and see your reaction again later.”
Your fists clench momentarily before taking a deep breath, relaxing yourself and facing the cameras with a smile. “Anyways, some relationship advice I’d give to anyone watching; make time for your spouse.”
Suna nods along to your words, “Mhm, I think that’s the most important thing in a relationship.”
“Shut up, Rinnie.”
“Ouch,” he fakes a stab through his heart, monotonous eyes but a playful grin on his lips. “I talk for two seconds and you tell your dear fiancé to shut up?”
You shake your head towards him jokingly, continuing to talk to the interviewer, “A healthy relationship means you spend time with your loved ones, and your spouse should be the most loved person in your life.”
The reporter nods, “I see, I see, what do you suggest to our viewers the best ways to spend quality time with their lover?”
“In bed.” Suna chimes in immediately, earning another smack on the shoulder from you. “What?” He looks at you with a knowing grin, “Oh, you— I didn’t mean like that, oh my god you’re sooo dirty minded.”
He chuckles, “I meant like cuddling, laying in bed together, watching movies. Y’know, wholesome things.”
“Nothing is wholesome with you,” you exasperate, speaking from personal experience. “But yes, those are great ways to spend times with your lover. They’re good times to bond with them, or just relax and unwind after a long day.”
“Yeah, after a gruelling day of practice, it’s nice to come home and lay in her arms,” Suna motions to you before leaning his head on your shoulder, his grin now replaced with a small but gentle smile. “She’s all I want to see after practice.”
“Wow,” you tease, leaning your head atop his, “and where did you learn to be so smooth, hm? Are you just playing it up for the cameras, Rinnie?”
Suna snickers, hands crossed over his chest relaxed, “I would never,” he says before mumbling close to your ear.
“I just, really like to spend time with you.”
WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA.
“treat her like a lady.”
“My fiancé is out right now at the gym,” you inform the NHK station crew, their camera men follow you inside your house for the opening shots of the broadcast. “Make yourselves comfortable while you wait.”
The interviewer settles himself on a seat at your dining table as you reach for the vase of flowers atop, moving into the kitchen to pour the old water out of their vase, careful to not spill any over your kitchen counter as you refill the container with fresh water from your tap.
Refreshing the water, you carefully place the flowers back into their vase before rearranging them neatly, coming back out of the kitchen to place them back on your table and adjusting them accordingly as the interviewer watches amazed.
“Those flowers are very lovely,” he notes softly, almost as if any louder of a volume would disturb the plants, “Did you fiancé happen to get them for you?”
You smile, “yes, he did,” recalling the first time he got you a bouquet, on your first date many years ago.
“‘Toshi knows I love flowers.”
The soft click of the lock to your house causes you to perk your head up in familiarity, the frame of your fiancé’s figure coming into view as you see him placing his shoes down beside your door before coming inside.
“Welcome home, dear,” you call out to him from the kitchen, one of the camera crew’s members break off to film your fiancé as he enters the home. He drops his gym bag to the floor beside your couch, removing his jacket and hanging it on your coatrack before passing through the halls of your shared home to get to you.
Ushijima shuffles his way into the kitchen, passing by the camera crew and approaching you from behind, hugging you as his hands are wrap around your stomach, head dropping into the crook of your shoulder.
You lean into his touch, his freshly showered hair smells of the shampoo the two of you use.
“Are you showing them the flowers I got you?” He asks, eying the pretty arrangement of flowers on the table. The cameras zoom in to take a closer shot at the flowers, noting the vibrancy of the colours and the lack of thorns adorning the stems.
You and the reporter nod, Ushijima lets a small smile settle on his face. “She told me they were her favourites,” he tells the reporter.
“Hm,” he hums before turning to you, microphone extending outwards. “is that your relationship advice for the viewers then? Giving your loved one gifts?”
You shake your head quickly, “Oh, no! No, that’s not my advice— Of course, do get your partner gifts if you know they’ll enjoy them.” Ushijima straightens up, hands snaking around your waist to stand beside you as the cameras pan out to record the both of you in the same shot.
“‘Toshi just really likes to get me little things,” you smile, reminicing on all the times your eyes barely glazed over something in a store front before he was scrambling inside the shop to buy it for you, despite your pleas.
“But gifts do not have to be expensive,” You reassure the viewers again, “just little trinkets that remind you of your partner will be enough.”
Ushijima nods before lifting your hand up to the camera, showing off the engagement ring with a large diamond displayed proudly atop it. “Yes, but I do like to splurge when it comes to her.”
You retract your hand quickly, warily eying your fiancé, “‘Toshi! Don’t make the viewers think they need to buy people’s happiness with expensive gifts!”
His head tilts unsurely, “My love, do you not like the ring I got you?”
“I-I do! When did I ever say I didn’t?”
His eyes crinkle slightly in concern, “Then why are you hiding our engagement ring from the viewers?”
“Because,” you sigh, “I don’t want young, inexperienced lovers to think they need something like a huge, flashy engagement ring to be loved by someone.”
“But you deserve the best,” he rebuffs, “There is nothing I wouldn’t buy for you if you asked.”
“‘Toshi.. this isn’t really helping our case…”
The reporter turns to Ushijima, “Even though this is a special for the JNT fiancées, the players are allowed to give their own insight.” He informs your soon-to-be husband, “Do you have anything else to add for our viewers?”
Ushijima thinks for a moment, silent in thought as you look to your fiancé, and the sight of his matching engagement ring twinkling under the bright studio lights filling your home catches your eye all too quickly.
“Do you have anything you want to say, ‘Toshi?” You nudge his shoulder slightly when he continues to remain quiet, an encouraging smile on your lips.
He nods, bringing the hand with your ring on it before giving the intricately cut diamond a kiss, his piercing eyes gazing deep into yours, causing your face to heat up fervently at his wolfish grin.
“Treat your partner the best that you can, like the lady she is and deserves to be treated as.”
SHOYO HINATA.
“don’t forget your anniversaries!”
Shoyo’s leg bounces feverishly as the reporter speaks to you casually, unable to contain his excitement at being asked to join you for this broadcasted interview special.
His grin is wide, beaming whenever you sneak small glances at him whenever the reporter looks down at their cue cards of start up questions to ease into the conversation, before the real topic is brought up.
“Do you have any relationship advice for our viewers?”
You’re about to speak until Shoyo interrupts you, quite literally flying out of his seat while brightly smiling as his hand grasps yours with a tight grip, “I do, I do!”
The reporter chortles, smiling at his tactics, “Thank you, Mr. Hinata. But this interview is specifically for your fiancée.” Shoyo’s face sullens lightly until he speaks again, “But you’re allowed to give your own thoughts when she’s done.”
Shoyo slumps back into his seat dejectedly as you rub his back comfortingly, “Sorry, Sho. But just let me speak first, okay?” His pout is replaced instantaneously at your words with the usual smile he holds when around you, “Alright, baby!”
You look towards the reporter, hand still clasped in Shoyo’s securely. “Here is my advice for a healthy relationship; Don’t forget your anniversaries.”
Your fiancé’s mouth hangs open in shock at your words, head whipping to face you with a hearty laugh, “That’s what I was going to say!”
The look of shock that spreads across your face amuses him, staring at you expectantly for a few moments before you too erupt into laughter, shoulders shaking in surprise as the two of you cling to each other for support, with Shoyo nearly falling off the couch with how hard he cackles.
He clings onto your shoulder to stop himself from tumbling, which in turn causes you to laugh harder as you try to pull him back up as Shoyo calls out for you to ‘save him’.
“Baby, I’m falling!” Shoyo shrieks while howling with laughter, “Grab my hand!”
“You’re already grabbing my hand, Sho!”
Cameras stationed around your living room pan to zoom in on Shoyo’s joyful face when he fools around with you, the grip he still holds on your hand as clear as day as you jokingly attempt to rescue his bumbling self.
The out of frame reporter looks to the two of you happily, the fact that you both seem so absorbed in each other and have forgotten about the interview portion of the broadcast is surprisingly heartwarming for both the crew and the viewers watching the broadcast.
Once the two of you manage to calm down, you shyly look back to the NHK crew with a timid smile.
“Sorry,” you apologize to your interviewer, coughing as you try to hold back another bout of laughter when you catch Shoyo smiling at you again, attempting to contain his giggles. “We got a little- uhm, carried away.”
“It’s no problem,” the reporter chuckles, “I can see the two of you are very much in love, so is that the advice you wish to tell our viewers on how your relationship with each other is so healthy?”
You and Shoyo nod simultaneously, “Yeah, don’t you ever forget your partner’s anniversaries!!” Shoyo sternly but playfully warns the viewers, “I’m serious, guys! Anniversaries are important!”
“What anniversaries should our viewers be aware of when it comes to their lovers?”
This time you speak up, “Well, the major and most well known ones of course,” you begin, listing off the ones you can recall at the moment.
“For example; first month together, first year spent as a couple, birthdays could also count I suppose—”
“Did you know I proposed to her on our fifth anniversary?” Shoyo interrupts excitedly, the same happy and bright smile on his face shining when he proudly pulls up his hand to show off the ring on his finger, “I was so caught up in the moment, I forgot to put the ring on her finger after she accepted!”
Recalling that memory brings warmth to your cheeks, “Yeah, he literally forgot about the ring in the box until I asked him about it later.”
“But in any case,” you circle back to original topic at hand, noticing the way Shoyo’s smile dampens a little when you switch back so quickly as you shoot him an apologetic smile, you don’t want to waste the reporter’s and NHK crew’s time any longer.
“Don’t forget your anniversaries, people! They’re a big deal for a ton of lovers!”
“Th-that’s right!” Shoyo piggybacks off your response, “And if you do forget, you better apologize a lot!”
The reporter nods, turning their attention to your fiancé. “And do you have any final thoughts for our viewers on how you maintain a healthy relationship with your fiancée, Mr. Hinata?”
Shoyo smiles deviously at the open ended question he’s been dying to answer this whole time; his hand creeping teasingly up your thigh to the small of your back as he leans in real close to you with a knowing wink, the flushed expression displayed on your face at his actions encourages him even more to continue.
His eyes glint with amusement, the mischievous grin on his lips is firm even in front of several strangers and cameras rolling in real time, footage of his behaviour being broadcasted to the entirety of Japan this very second.
And without shame or guilt, Shoyo smirks.
“Make your anniversary nights real special for her, trust me on that one.”
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You're pretty when you cry | sub!kageyama tobio
wc: 410+ words | masterlist
dom!reader, crying (obviously), begging, pegging, gn!reader (though the use of a strap is mentioned)
note : kudos to that one anon who gave me this idea
"Please please please please-"
"aww it seems like baby boy can't cum." You fake pout, watching as a sob wracks through his body. Kageyama rides your strap with alarming speed as you lay back on your elbows.
He's so so close. So close he can almost feel it. But he can't reach it. He knows he can't. Not without you.
Tears streak down his face as he looks at you with teary, pleading eyes, and oh do you love it when he cries. He's such a pretty crier and it made you want to ruin him just to see tears flow down his face.
"[Name] p-please I-I can't-" You coo at him and caress his cheek as another tear streaks his face. You brush away streaks of his hair that are sticking to his face. "You can't what, baby? go on, tell me."
He sniffs quietly as the jumping slows down. "I-i can't cum.." A blush spreads on his already red face as he looks away shyly. "not without you."
"What's that baby? Can't hear you, you gotta speak louder." He whines at you, knowing full well you heard it perfectly fine.
"i-i can't-" He pauses, seeing how innocently you're looking at him. It's all a facade, he knows that. He knows you want to see him beg for it. "J-Just... Just fuck me please.." A devilish grin makes its way onto your face. Finally, you cracked his bratty demeanor.
"There you go, baby. All you had to do was ask me and I would've helped you. But you had to act like a brat today, didn't you?" He nods his head quietly, pouting at you.
Grabbing his hips, you lift him up quite easily and slam him down, making a mewl leave him at the sudden pleasure. He curses silently as you set the pace to one that's quick, yet brutal. One that hit all the good spots within him. One that makes him scream at the pleasure to the point his throat is raw and his voice is almost gone.
Soon enough, he's begging for release, and tears brim his eyes. And they're almost about to fall.
"Go on baby. You look so so pretty when you cry."
And he does. He cries from the praise, the overwhelming pleasure he's feeling, and just because you urged him to. His eyes roll back and he sticks out his tongue for you. He looks absolutely divine like this; all red, teary, and dumb. All for you.
ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink
╰┈➤ masterlist | rules
#[ 𝖐𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖞𝖆𝖒𝖆 𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖎𝖔 ]#[ 🏐 ] haikyuu!#chaepink.nsfw#hq x reader#haikyuu x reader#dom!reader#dom reader#sub!character#dom fem reader#haikyuu x y/n#haikyuu x you#sub!haikyuu#hq x self insert#haikyu smut#sub!haikyu#hq smut#sub!kageyama#kageyama tobio#kageyama x reader#kageyama smut#kageyama tobio smut#haikyuu smut#haikyuu#tobio kageyama#tobio smut#tobio x reader#haikyuu tobio#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fanfiction#hq fanfic
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I need more of loser suna or any other hq character pleasee ur writing is amazing😩❤️
Loser! atsumu who is secretly a pervert :(( He stares under your skirts in class when you bend down to pick something up and gets hard at the sight. He thinks about pinning you against a wall and fucking you until the only word you know is his name. So when you tutor him after school, he can’t help but keep looking at the valley of your breasts, imagining his cock between it. And he gets hard and he’s so so embarrassed about it and when you point it out, you yell at him telling him how ‘You’re a fucking pervert, you nasty fuck.’ ‘You’re so fucking pathetic.’ And he remembers those words because later on he fists his cock to the thought of it.
Loser! bokuto who is not really a loser but people call him that cause he’s such a himbo. He’s such an airhead so it’s so easy to just use him :(( He thinks you’re with him because he’s actually a pretty decent guy but you’re only with him because the sex is so fucking good. He babbles into your neck as his cock fucks into your pussy. Moaning into your cunt as he eats you out like it’s his last meal, and he always ends up cumming in his pants :\\ And it’s like he’s a little puppy, always following you around not letting you go anywhere by yourself. And when you try to break up multiple times with him, he’s on the brink of crying but then he tries to make it up to you by having the most toe curling sex. Whining and crying for you not to leave him, babbling on about how he needs you.
Loser! kuroo who is such a huge virgin. He’s pretty sure everyone knew that. He’s the nerd of campus and everyone comes to him for help so their work or they just either bribe him with something so he can do it all. Kuroo knew who you were, you were the girl everyone wanted around campus. He will admit, you were so fucking pretty, so when you come up to him, the most known girl in campus asking him to help you with a project and in return you’ll take his virginity, he doesn’t decline it. Even though he would’ve done it for you anyways. And when the time does come, he cums alot and he can’t stop whining when you bounce up and down on his cock. Calling him such mean, degrading, names which has his cock bucking into your pussy.
#the pathetic trio !#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu smut#bokuto kotaro smut#bokuto smut#bokuto kotaro x reader#bokuto x reader#kuroo testuro smut#kuroo smut#kuroo x reader#kuroo testsuro x reader#atsumu miya smut#atsumu miya x reader#atsumu x reader#atsumu smut#hq x reader#hq x self insert#hq smut#haikyuu blurbs#haikyu x reader#haikyu smut
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catcher
synopsis : suna is forced to pick you up after you get horribly drunk
warnings : established relationship, mentions of alcohol, reader wears heels, uhh thats it i think??
pairing : suna x fem!reader
wc : 0.2k
a/n : my third hq work!! they cant all be for tsukki so your girl had to switch it up
“you’re so clumsy, c’mon let’s go home.”
suna didn’t know how much you had drank. he had never seen you like this, so uncoordinated almost like you’re about to fall apart any nearing second.
“i’m not clumsy oof-!” you shamelessly trip and fall into suna’s chest, where his arms are happily waiting for you.
he smirks at the sight, “really, love? here-”
he straightens you up, keeping his arms on your sides to keep you from falling again, “can you even walk in a straight line?”
you scoff, clearly offended by his words, “uh- yeah i can, watch me.”
suna carefully watches you take step after step, shortly falling after the third one. but as always, rin easily catches you.
much to your offense to this idea, he lifts you up, carrying you bridal style. you later give in, too tired to be walking in your painful heels.
“hey rin,” you quietly say, happily staring into his keen eyes
“hi, love,” he responds.
“you know- you’re always there to catch me, you’re such a good boyfriend-” you ramble on, pinching his reddening cheeks.
“i am a pretty good catcher,” he responds, to which you light up with an idea.
“hey! you should be a professional catcher- is there a catcher in volleyball? because you would be an awesome one-”
he catches how your smile grows as you ramble on about him. he was a pretty good catcher after all.
yenqa © please do not copy, steal or translate.
#yenqa’s works!#suna x you#suna x self insert#suna x y/n#suna x reader#suna rintaro x you#suna rintaro x reader#suna rintaro fic#suna fluff#suna rintaro fluff#suna rintaro drabbles#suna rintaro oneshot#suna rintaro scenarios#haikyuu suna#haikyu x reader#haikyuu smau#haikyuu drabbles#haikyuu fic#haikyuu!! x reader#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu x reader#inarizaki x reader#hq headcanons#hq suna#haikyuu x reader smau#haikyu fic#haikyuu au#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu x you#haikyu smau
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Can you do kuroo from haikyuu coded pleaseeee
You unburied my memories from 2020…
Kuroo codedd
#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#haikyu x reader#haikyu x y/n#haikyu smut#haikyu x you#haikyuu x you#haikyuu x y/n#haikyuu x imagines#haikyuu x self insert#haikyuu x black reader#kuroo tetsurou#kuroo testuro#kuroo x reader#kuroo x you#kuroo x y/n#anime x black!reader#anime x poc!reader
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are we exclusive? ft. suna rintaro
syn✧psis : you loved him. and he loved you. but neither of you wanted to admit it; leaving you in the throes of your non-existent relationship.
c✧ntains : mdni. f!reader. slight bit of smut in the beginning. all characters 20+. minor spoiler (league team/ejp raijin). smut to fluff to angst. angst no comfort. you shout at him and he shouts at you in return. no happy ending. 2.5k words.
life's all fun and games until someone falls in love.
your eyes close in pleasure as suna kept thrusting, hitting that spot over and over again. moans and grunts accompanied the skin slapping echoing through the room as he pistoned his hips rhythmically.
wrapping an arm around your waist, he started to rub your sensitive nub, bringing you closer and closer to your high. "fuck, baby, y'feel so good around me," he grunted, his husky voice sounding like music to your ears.
a whine escaped your lines as you gripped the sheets harshly, digging your face further into the soft cushion. you babbled his name like a mantra, as if those words were all you've ever known. your back arched alerting suna the knot in your belly tightened.
pride swelled in his chest making him quicken his pace, his fingers becoming rougher on your poor clit. while your moans grew in volume until you were pushed off the edge, harshly coming on his cock, a final scream accompanying it.
the man didn't stop, trying to chase his own high. after a few more thrusts, he stilled as he pumped his cum in you, the warm filling sensation becoming all too familiar to you.
he collapsed beside you as he pulled out, the sticky white liquid oozing out of you. bated breaths sounded through the empty apartment, no other sound being heard.
the middle blocker slung an arm around you as he nuzzled his face affectionately in your neck while a small smile started to crawl its way onto your lips.
you both lay in each other's arms as the sun's rays shone through your blinds, the soft light kissing your skin as you both chuckled. you savoured the moment as you both stared at each other. so many things unsaid swirling in the pools of emotions you never admitted.
"...rin?"
the man hummed in response.
your mouth opened as you wanted to ask the question you've wanted to for months now. just three words. just one sentence. just one question. then i'd know.
the unexpected pause made him look at you in curiosity, a whisper of your name leaving him.
"i..." you sighed. "nevermind."
he reeled his head back as sharp yellow eyes narrowed at you. after receiving confirmation that you're not gonna speak again, he sighed too. removing his arms from you, he got up from the bed and the pitter-patter of his footsteps sounded as he wandered around your apartment. you find yourself frowning due to missing his warmth, not thinking he'd be leaving so soon.
the sound of water made your ears perk up, the middle blocker suddenly leaning on your doorway with a small smile, "let's get you cleaned up yeah?"
a grin soon replaced your sullen look as you nodded, "yes pleaseeee," you whined playfully, extending your arms in a grabby motion.
the athlete chuckled as he hooked his arms under your knees and neck, carrying you over to the sweet-smelling bath. he carefully put you down as he pecked your forehead and got in himself, rubbing circles on your back in an attempt to alleviate the soreness.
your relationship with suna rintaro was unusual. it wasn't one that could be defined as a simple friendship, nor was it a normal romantic relationship.
no, you two were fuck buddies.
on the notion that you two would strictly keep a friends with benefits relationship. no strings attached. a relationship that didn't have to deal with all the nonsense and problems that came with being a couple.
but even with your mutual agreement, even with all the stupid decisions, even with all the unsaid 'i love you's,' you had fallen for suna rintaro.
you stirred awake by the heavy footsteps frantically scurrying through your apartment. "rin...?" you called, rubbing your eyes to force yourself awake somehow. when you didn't hear a response you groggily got up and walked to your doorway.
eyes darted to the man speeding through the living room, trying to get all his stuff in his duffle bag.
with a yawn escaping your lips, you looked at the man in unconcentrated confusion, "why such the rush? you don't have practice today, come back to-"
"captain texted, he said we should go practice today 'cuz the storm died down," he said with uncharacteristic edge and haste.
ears perked up and becoming more alert, you asked, "what time is it now?" worry laced in your tone.
"2 pm," upon saying that, the brunet dashed out your front door with you quickly following him in tow. "did you even eat anything?!" you shouted in concern.
the middle blocker didn't miss a beat as he turned the corner swiftly, "no time!"
your eyes narrowed in irritation as you let out a sigh rubbing your temples, "this man will be the death of me."
the next half hour was spent with you showering, getting ready, and of course, preparing his food: two egg rolls, four sausages, two meatballs, broccoli and sliced carrots, some cherry tomatoes, coupled with white rice and a plum in the middle. and if it wasn't already enough, you put three onigiri left over from last night's takeout. you wrapped the lunchbox neatly before promptly rushing out the door.
luckily, your apartment was close so the drive to the gym only took seven minutes. you parked your car and briskly walked inside the building. a certain friendly libero greeting you as soon as you walked through the glass doors, a hearty hello with your name as he waved cheerily.
turning your head in the direction of his voice, a smile made its way onto your face, "mori! hey!" you waved back.
he approached you in four quick strides and gave you a hug. as he let go, a smirk appeared on his face, "ohhh, you here for someone? visiting your boyfriend?" he teased, eyeing the bento box in your hand.
blood rushed quickly to your cheeks, and you playfully shoved him away before he could notice. which he did. calling a quick 'shut up' and walking past him towards suna.
he was talking to washio, probably about their next game you guess. the raven haired man saw you approaching and waved to you, a pleasant 'nice to see you' from him. this caught the brunet's attention as he swiftly spun around with genuine confusion calling your name, "what are you doing here?"
a prideful grin broke through your face, closing your eyes and showing him the wrapped lunch, "i made you food!"
as you held up the box, you failed to notice the fox-eyed man's flush and his friend's extreme side eye.
"that's really nice of you," washio chuckled behind him, "though why only bring him lunch now?" he asked, looking at the clock near the doors, 3:47 pm.
you didn't miss a beat, "he didn't eat anything before he left the apartment," you replied, a slightly annoyed expression meeting a sheepish one.
but washio eyes widened as he easily caught your slip-up, "the apartment? you two live together?"
both of you stilled, panic glossing over your eyes. the brunet whipped around, clicking his tongue, "we don't. i was just walking by her house when the storm started to get bad." you nodded behind him confirming his lie.
"ah, very lucky you were close by," the black-eyed man said as he looked between you both, seemingly not buying it. but your shoulders both slumped in relaxation as a chuckle left his lips. "no wonder he's extra sluggish today," he joked, slapping the brunet's back. "i'll go tell the captain about it, i'm sure he'd like to have you back at top form, so go on ahead and eat," he waved to you both as he walked away.
the middle blocker stood a bit stunned as he mumbled a thank you to his teammate before turning around and pushing you to one of the quiet corners of the room. he sat down and pulled you with him, a confused "what the hell are you doing?" escaping you.
he took the box from your hands and started to unwrap it, "you didn't eat either, did you?'
he rolled his eyes when his question was met with silence, "dumbass."
the man grabbed the chopsticks and picked up one of the meatballs, holding it up to your lips.
blood once more rushed to your face, "rin what if someone sees?" you panicked, holding your hands in front of your face.
clicking his tongue in annoyance, he shoved the food further in your face, "do you wanna eat or not?"
you groaned in frustration as you dropped your arms, accepting defeat and opening your mouth.
"see that wasn't so hard was it?" he teased, the corners of his lips tugging into a smirk.
but what you didn't know was that he had fallen too.
footsteps trudged through your apartment as you sat in your studio, hand-sewing the layers of tulle onto your client's dress. the sounds of the steps coming closer until they seemingly stopped at your doorway. casting a quick glance towards the man standing there, you smirked slightly, a giddy feeling blooming in your chest. "couldn't keep away from me, huh? i know i'm irresistible rin but you were here three hours ago," you teased.
the middle blocker mirrored your own smirk, "i wasn't the one shouting 'more! more! more!'" raising his voice to mock you.
you looked at him in shock and offense as you pointed your needle at him with a flushed face, "shut the fuck up!"
his laughter boomed through the walls causing your own laughter to mix in with his. soon enough the sounds of joy died down and the room overcame a comfortable calmness.
sparing one more glance, a small smile tugged at your lips as you saw a tiny grin resting on his handsome features. chuckling, you decided to tease him one more time, "you know, if i hadn't known any better, i'd think you've fallen in love with me by the way you're looking at me like that."
your eyes trained back on the dress, not ready to see the inevitable look of disgust and call of rejection. so you weren't able to see the red quickly painting his cheeks. "keep dreaming, princess," he defended with just the slightest hint of edge in his tone.
the smile you once held quickly dropped into a frown, obviously hurt and embarrassed for even saying that. you wanted to just drop into the ground and never appear again; clinking glasses with hades was never a bad idea, no? pulling the dress closer to your face, you squinted at the non-existent details of the stitching in an attempt to hide yourself.
a suffocating stillness replaced the once peaceful silence.
the brunet coughed, trying to break the awkward atmosphere. "i'll uh, go cook dinner," he said, walking away briskly.
hearing this alarmed you, rising from the floor in an instant and walking to your doorway shouting "but rin i don-"
"samu said you haven't had a good break in a few days," he shouted as loud clangs echoed from the kitchen. "so 'm cooking our dinner and we're binging ghibli movies after!"
"i didn't agree to any of this?! i could kick you out right now you know?"
"wasn't asking babe and you wouldn't do that!"
the falling wasn't immediate, no, it was slow, and envious, and livid.
neither of you realized the starving touches, the longing looks, or the details paid attention to, but it was already too late because you both had fallen too deep.
a defeated sigh left your lips as you reluctantly double tapped the photo; a sour tase left in your mouth as you glared stared at the lucky person your boyfriend fuck buddy was on a date with. the frown settled on your lips only grew wider as you tapped into the comments.
you laughed lightly as you read the team's banter. it was adorable how they all act the same even after all these years. but that same smile soon disappeared as you typed your comment, a bitter feeling blooming in your chest. "fucking hell..."
fingers hovered over the post button before a loud ring sounded from your phone, surprising you as you recognized the familiar tone, "rin..." you shook off the nervousness and answered the call. "why're you calling me, dumbass? aren't you on a date right now with akira?" you said, trying to hide your irritation.
although the brunet knew you well. too well. he could pick up any and every tone change in your voice, even the slightest bit of annoyance, no matter how much you tried to hide it. "jesus calm down, 's almost like i'm on a date with you from the way you're saying that."
'god i fucking wish.' "you idiot it's rude to call someone else when you're on a date," you emphasized 'date' with slight venom in your tone, disliking the way he's with someone, being public about it when he never wanted that with you, and still having the audacity to call you of all people.
"yeah yeah, jus' wanted ta ask you something" he said quietly, sounding a bit guilty? sad? you couldn't quite pinpoint it.
"what?"
silence came from the other side before you heard very faint mumbling, not being able to make sense of what he said. what you could hear was 'date,' and 'instead.' your brows furrowed in confusion, "ri-suna i can't hear you, you keep mumbling."
you could hear a grumbled 'call' and 'rin' before getting agitated, "suna speak up! what do you want from me?" you yelled, voice booming in the quaint household.
the athlete flinched in surprise at your volume, your frustration, and especially that you shouted at him of all people. "fucking christ what's your problem? if you're just gonna be a bitch about me being with akira then i never should've called you in the first place!" you stared blankly with eyes and mouth wide open as the end call sound played from the device in your hands.
you shook with wrath from the abrupt and sour end to what may have been your last phone call with suna, throwing aside the gadget on the couch before you looked away. eyes suddenly meeting a framed picture of you and him. he had his arm slung around your shoulder, pulling you close as your backs faced the camera, looking out into the crashing waves and setting sun. a humourless laugh escaped you, 'it almost looks like a honeymoon photo.' you were glad that both of your expressions were hidden from the world. so that you could keep his love, or what you thought it was, a little secret to yourself. you'd never forget what he looked like—how he looked at you. as if you hung the stars in the sky, as if the world he lived in wouldn't be worth it without you by his side, as if you were the breath of fresh air he needed to survive. god how you wished it so much.
pinpricks of hot tears started cascading down your cheeks, aggrieve filling your chest. in misery and vulnerability you scrunched yourself up and buried your face in your knees, quiet sniffles and desperate breaths of air echoing in the broken home. your throat closing up as you recall the events following that photo. your heart throbbed excruciatingly, grieving for a love that never lived.
"...hey."
"?"
"are we exclusive?"
...
"no."
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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ haikyuu!!
*+:｡.｡ karasuno
hinata shouyo
time after time (a.)
tooth & nail (f + a.)
after the break-up (a.)
kageyama tobio
times they cried because of you (a.)
tsukishima kei
all the lonely nights in your life (a.)
yamaguchi tadashi
big weenie (s.)
tanaka ryunosuke
tooth & nail (f + a.)
sugawara koushi
EVERYTHING (f + s.)
daichi sawamura
after the break up (a.)
*+:｡.｡ nekoma
kuroo tetsuro
after the break up (a.)
him as a father (f.)
kenma kozume
fatherly headcannons (f.)
*+:｡.｡ fukurōdani
bokuto koutaro
running (f + a + suggestive)
tooth & nail (f + a.)
times they cried because of you (a.)
tell me (s.)
after the break up (a.)
it's oh so quiet (f.)
akaashi keiji
after the break up (a.)
*+:｡.｡ aobajohsai
oikawa torū
touch tank (f + a + suggestive)
after the break up (a.)
iwaizumi hajime
tooth & nail (f + a.)
times they cried because of you (a.)
*+:｡.｡ shiratorizawa
ushijima wakatoshi
oops!...i did it again (s.)
honeymoon (s.)
papa ushijima (f.)
it's my life (dark content.)
million dollar man (s.)
times they cried because of you (a.)
dreams come true (f.)
semi eita
captain save a hoe (s.)
*+:｡.｡ date tech
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*+:｡.｡ inarizaki
miya atsumu
BEcause (dark content.)
papa atsumu (f.)
times they cried because of you (a.)
suna rintarou
drugs 'n hella melodies (ft sakusa + s.)
*+:｡.｡ itachiyama
sakusa kiyoomi
her (s.)
stop breathing (s.)
close to me (s.)
i can't stop me (dark content.)
sorry, sorry (extreme dark content.)
what is love? (f + a.)
venus as a boy (s.)
doughnut (f.)
sfw and nsfw headcannons
bully!saku reaction to you trying to commit (drabble/thought)
drugs 'n hella melodies (ft suna + s.)
bittersweet symphony (a.)
after the break up (a.)
i just threw out the love of my dreams (a.)
pros & cons of having sex with him (s.)
caraphernelia (dark content.)
*+:｡.｡ kamomedai
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*+:｡.｡ all
how haikyuu boys would protect you (f.)
haikyuu as cat/dog breeds (f.)
haikyuu as cat/dog breeds (f.)
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☠︎︎ DAY TWENTY-FOUR: PUBLIC FT. SUNA
☠︎︎ WARNINGS: jealous y/n, unprotected sex, suna is a loser, fem reader, marking, shes wearing a dress
☠︎︎ WORD COUNT: 1k
to say the least, y/n was a visual example of a ticking time bomb. her eye's avoided the way her boyfriend was chatting up a storm with one of his former friends but the way she could hear the joy and small ruptures of shared laughs, only added fuel to the fire. y/n stood up, notifying her friends of her leave to the restroom, not taking another glance at suna's figure.
taking a few steps towards the door of the restroom, she entered the large area after hearing the familiar and lazy pacing of suna's footsteps. she twisted the lock, and soon after heard the sounds of his tracking stop directly in front of the door which acted a a barricade between the two. his knock on the door was soon followed by a call of y/n's name. "what?"
"what are you doing?"
her silence only made suna sigh from annoyance before he snuck his hands into the pockets of his pants, letting out a hum. "can i come in?" a smirk appeared onto his lips once he heard the sound of the door click, followed by it opening and revealing y/n's features of irritation. "what do you want, rin?".
he removed one of his hands from his pocket, pressing it onto the door so he could further push it open and pass through. y/n took a few steps back, giving him space as he locked the door behind himself, leaning his back against the sturdy structure. "so, what's wrong?" he asked, admiring her features when she focused on him through a glare.
"you shouldn't keep her waiting by worrying about me. i'm fine"
"gosh, you're so easy to read. she's an old friend, what are you getting so upset for?" he took small steps closer to y/n, reaching for her wrist to pull her closer to himself. "shut up, suna"
"i will" he leaned himself closer towards y/ n's lips, pressing his pair against her own, catching her off guard. he noticed how she was tense from his action but relaxed when he pulled away, causing her to frown at his evident teasing. "im yours, aren't i?" suna smiled, and y/n hummed in response, giving him an unsure reply. his hand trailed around her waist, carefully backing her up so she could lean onto the sinks counter.
"i am. do you want me to prove it to you?"
y/n tilted her head slightly before placing a firm grip to suna's nape, pulling him into a messy kiss. he couldn't help but smile against her lips when he felt how possesive she became. a moan erupted from his throat when y/n slightly tugged on his bottom lip with pinch of her teeth. suna's hands trailed down her waist to the back of her thighs, hoisting her onto the counter, successfully keeping their lips entangled with each other.
he kept his hands on her waist, leaving y/n impatient. "hurry" she mumbled, slightly pulling away from the kiss when his fingers tugged the hem of her dress further up her thighs. he wasted no time to remove his aroused erection from the restraints of his pants, pulling the fabric of y/n's underwear to the side, exposing her sex. he slowly inserted himself, a muffled moan seeping past the both of their lips at that familiar feeling of relief.
y/n's arms wrapped around sunas nape as she attempted to pull him closer, all the while, leaving warm and breathy pant's to breeze by his ear. his hips motioned in a more of a quick pace due to the fact that the two's current location wasn't really the designated area for them to engage in such explicit acts. "feel good?" suna asked, voice coming out in a rasp since he was in fact trying to hold back his strained moans,
y/n shook her head, able to answer with a breathy 'no' since a sturdy voice wasn't something that she could manage to use in this moment. suna's hand guided itself to her lower back, pressing their hips to meet closer to the other. "really? your body is telling me otherwise?" suna was confident in his words. after all, he new the way y/n's figure would react to anything. he had more knowledge of her body than she herself.
he felt how y/n was desperately trying to hold back, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing the effect that he had on her. the way her sex was so accustomed to his pleasure, yet, her reactions to it always made her feel like she was on cloud nine each time. he noticed how her act slowly broke, her moans becoming more audible against her will. suna groaned when he felt her lips make contact with his neck, the sensation of her tongue and and sucking motions completely sending jolts a pleasure throughout his body.
y/n didn't intend on leaving a few marks behind but, she just couldn't stop herself. when suna's received pleasure helped quicken his stroking motions in and out of y/n's sex, the two of them couldn't help but meet dazed and lust filed gazes before meeting lips for a messy make out. in all honesty, they were somewhat aware of their surrounding and wanted nothing more than trying to lessen the volume of their pleasured moans. the feeling washed over the two, simultaneously allowing them to have that satisfying feeling of relief to envelope their closed figures.
the grip of his digits on y/n's hips became tighter as suna's thrust became stronger. a groan fell into the kiss when his movements slowed, riding out both he and y/n's high, the two savoring every second of euphoria. suna eventually parted from the kiss, eyes flickering to the mirror that was behind y/n. he notice the bruised marking's that she had previously left behind, making him glance back to y/n, accusingly eyeing her lips and then her satisfied gaze.
"you didn't have to mark me, n/n"
"you did say you were mine though"
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Haikyuu Imagine idea, this time it is for Oikawa.
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-Imagine you’re dating Oikawa, you know the big hot shot setter/captain from Aoba Johsai. The one everyone talks about and wants to be like. The one who has so much potential to become the greatest setter of all time. The one who makes you laugh and smile whenever you’re two are together.
-The one who has so many girls fan girling over him, simping for him. Girls who sit there and make heart eyes at Oikawa, it gets under skin but you don’t let it bother you to much. Because you know he has his eyes and heart for you. Oh and of course for volleyball.
-Well, you go to watch one of Aoba Johsai’s matches, you’re wearing Oikawa’s sports jacket. The first one since he got another one. Because he told coach he lost his, but coach knows where it went. Mean he sees you in it all the time. But coach doesn’t mind, as long as his setter is in his best mood and at his best.
-You calmly sit in the stands and watch them warm up, but all you can hear his girls cheering for your man. Calling his name out, to the point you can’t sit there anymore so you leave and go to the hallway. Heck, you want to just leave. Before you make it out the door, you feel a familiar grip on your wrist.
-A hand that is soft but rough at the same time. You look up to see Oikawa. “Toru, you need to go back and practice. You have a match”. You say up to your tall boyfriend. Oikawa just pulls you to the side to talk to you. “I can’t knowing my number one fan and supporter is upset. Babe, forget what those other girls say and do when I play. All that matters is if you are in the stands”. He said.
-Oikawa takes a breath. “I don’t care about them, sure I enjoy the support, but they aren’t you. They don’t help me practice. They don’t help me do what I can to be at my best. They don’t keep me happy like you can”. He explains.
-You look up at him with soft eyes and smile. “They don’t know you like I do” you whisper. Oikawa smiles and kisses your forehead. “I love you, y/n”, you add “I love you to Toru”.
-Oikawa smiles and said “Lets get back before Iwaizumi finds me”. You look past his shoulder and gulp, “Uhh babe, it’s too late”. You say. The two of you both look to see Iwaizumi glaring at Oikawa with a ball in hand. “Get your ass back in here Oikawa and practice before I make you”. He said.
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𝓓𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝓕𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝓗𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!
oh future husband, better love me right!
premise. the nhk is hosting another special broadcast featuring the popular fiancées of the jnt’s lineup! and this time, it’s truth or drink! ❤︎
content. haikyu!! jnt / f!reader. (koutarou bokuto, morisuke yaku, kiyoomi sakusa & tobio kageyama). fluff. downbad fiancés. suggestive jokes & allusions to sex. petnames. alcohol. overseas!kageyama & yaku (LDR). reader lives in japan (does not equal being japanese). a little angst.
notes. this part is… a little long! sit down for it ❤︎
soundtrack. dear future husband : meghan trainor.
part one can be read here.
dear future husband m.list // hq. masterlist.
KOUTAROU BOKUTO.
“Been awhile since I last drank,” Bokuto cracks his knuckles upon seeing the many selections of beer he gets to choose, fingers twitching eagerly as they hover over the bottles. “Wonder what I should get…”
You sigh beside him jokingly, nudging his shoulder with your elbow, “We don’t have all day, Kou.”
“I’m just looking!” He chuckles, holding his hands up in mock surrender.
He randomly picks up a bottle of Sapporo, rotating it in his hands before nodding to himself, “This seems good!”
You place your hand on the small of his back, guiding him towards the studio for a final run through before the broadcast, “Alright, Kou. Now let’s get this started!”
The NHK film crew do a final mic and sound check when you arrive as a staff member seats you both at the table in the centre of the studio, a pile of cards with questions written on them, two shot glasses and the Sapporo bottle your fiancé picked out lined on it’s top.
After fiddling with the microphones hidden inside your clothes, the crew give you two a thumbs up and rush back to their cameras to start the recording.
Bokuto’s entire body is turned towards the cameras, sitting on the edge of his seat as he eagerly greets the viewers, “Hey! I’m Koutarou Bokuto,” he catches your eyes with a bright smile, grabbing your hand from across the table, “And this is my fiancée!”
“And we’ve been together for three years now,” You finish for him, hands folded neatly on the table, the cameras pan to show off the engagment rings that sits prettily on both you and Bokuto’s fingers.
“Four months engaged.”
“And we’re playing truth or drink!” You and Bokuto announce happily together, smiling at each other before turning your bodies back to face the cameras. The film crew adjust their angles, moving their cameras off their stands to get better opening shots of you and your fiancé.
“You guys ready to play?” The head camera crew member asks, giving you the okay to start the game.
The studio lights illuminate the white backdropped room, enveloping your eyes in waves whenever you stare at the camera lenses for a little too long.
You and Bokuto nod as he shifts his gaze towards you, “Want me to go first, Baby?” He asks, already grabbing his shot glass and the bottle of Sapporo. You giggle, “So eager to get drunk, Kou?”
“I told you, it’s been awhile!” He beams, pouring out the alcohol carefully into his shot and grabbing the top card from the pile on the table.
“What do you like most about me?” he reads aloud, looking up at you curiously, “I’m pretty sure you’ve told me this exact answer before.”
“Have I?” you tilt your head in thought, thinking the question over, “I mean, probably. It has been three years, after all.”
Bokuto places the card face down on his side of the table, combing through his hair, “I think when we first started dating, you told me it was my hair.”
“It is nice,” you agree, causing Bokuto to start laughing and in turn making you giggle as well. The two of you are already giddy and snickering despite no alcohol being present in your systems yet, “But I think now that we’re engaged, I can give a more detailed answer.”
“Oh?”
He leans over the table excitedly, a wide grin plastered across his face, “Tell me, Baby! What do you like most about me?” His hand is still placed atop of yours, the perfectly cut gems in both of your rings twinkling in sync underneath the studio lights, perfectly complimenting you fiancé’s eyes.
You hum in faux thought for a moment before smirking, “Hmm, your muscles.”
Bokuto’s smile drops slightly to a pout, still keeping his bright composure while masking his lowered grin, “Awe, Baby I thought you were going to say something like, real deep and emotional!” He jests, “Like how you love that I make you smile, y’know?”
You throw your head back in laughter, nudging his shoulder with your free hand, “I’m kidding, Kou!” Your smile is genuine when you see how disappointed he was at first at your reply, looking straight into his eyes as a way reassure him.
“Yes, Kou. What I like most is that you make me the happiest every day I’m with you.”
His smile brightens significantly, a chuckle of his own escaping his lips as he leans back into his chair, “Damn, played by my own girl.”
He slides the pile of cards over to you with a mischievous smirk, “Not that I’m complaining.”
You take the top card off the pile and read it over, fingers twirling the empty shot glass in your hands. Your lips purse as you try to contain the giggles making their way up your throat while reading the question on the card, hands quivering in silent laughter.
“Have you ever wanted to fuck one of our friends while with me?” Bokuto’s eyes seem to pop out of his head at the vast difference and shift in questions, turning to the NHK staff while laughing, “Are you sure this is okay to broadcast?”
The film crew nod, to which Bokuto shrugs, “Alright, then,” before turning back to you. “Uhh, can I just like- take a shot right now?”
“You’d rather drink than not tell me?” You joke, pouring out the Sapporo for your fiancé, “Damn, Kou. Do I not satisfy you enough?”
“Of course you do!” He corrects himself hastily, “It’s just, uh..” he leans in closer to you whisper in your ear quietly, “I don’t want to say Atsumu on national T.V...”
Your hand flies to your mouth in shock, shoulders shaking as you try to contain your cackles, “Atsumu?” you repeat in a hushed tone, making sure you heard him correctly. “Him?”
“He’s got nice hair!”
You both start to laugh at how hair seems to be a common appealing trait you notice in people. Shaking your head in mock disappointment, you shove the stack of questions back over to your fiancé’s side for his turn.
“What is the most embarrassing thing you caught me doing when I thought I was alone?” Bokuto asks, reading from the card he picked off the top of the pile and glancing back up at you.
You hum in thought for a moment, pondering the question.
“Uhm, I think that time you were rehearsing your Valentines day speech to me before we went out to eat at that restaurant a few years ago,” you reveal cautiously, “but you were using a pillow with a photo of my face taped on it as a stand-in.”
Bokuto’s jaw drops at the revelation, nearly falling out of his chair from the shock of what you just divulged to him, “You were there? Watching me do that?”
You have to practically fight the cackle bubbling it’s way up your throat, a smile creeping onto your face when you answer, “Yes, Kou. But it was sweet, so I didn’t mention it to you.”
“You kept that a secret for two years?” He asks again, and you nod.
Your fiancé’s face remains stunned for a few more moments before breaking out into a smile of his own, hand running down his face while laughing to himself. “Damn, I must’ve looked so dumb.”
“I thought it was cute!” You attempt to salvage things, giggling as you pick up the next question card, this time it’s for Bokuto.
“What part of wedding planning is the most challenging part for you?”
“The money…” He pouts, taking the card from you to read it over again before turning to the cameras.
“Weddings are so damn expensive— Did you know wedding flowers can cost up to two million yen?” He exclaims in shock, “For flowers!”
You sigh, plucking the question card from his hand and setting aside on his pile with a smile, “This is why you should leave the financial decisions to me, Kou. Our floral arrangements will not be that expensive, I can assure you.”
“Of course, Baby,” he grins, “I trust you completely on that,” his hands move to pick up the next card, lifting the corner and taking a peek at the question before flipping it over and reading it.
“What is something you’ve wanted to try in the bedroom but haven’t told me about?”
“Impact play,” comes your answer a bit too hastily to be considered normal.
Bokuto has a silent stare off with you for a few seconds after before you both break out in hysterical laughter, your fiancé cackling at how fast and prepared you were when you answered while you exclaim that’s why you could never tell him.
“Baby, that was so fast!” Bokuto reels over the table, pounding his fist into the wood while howling with laughter, gripping his empty shot glass in hand.
“Were you— were you that prepared to answer?”
Wiping the tears from your eyes, you make an attempt to defend your response, “I know you’d absolutely wreck me if we tried, that’s why I never asked!”
“I mean…” He trails off, glancing at you and letting his eyes roam your ring finger as a smirk makes it’s way onto his face, leaning closer to you over the table. “We could always try it at home later—”
“Last question!” You interrupt him, pulling the cards over to your side and grabbing the last question from the stack, you see Bokuto’s smile drop when he sits back in his seat from how you changed topics until he sees you wink at him from the corner of his eye.
“What is something you wish to tell me before we get married?”
Bokuto’s eyes light up at his question, holding up his shot of Sapporo and beaming brightly. Despite not drinking much during your game, his cheeks are flushed like he’s been drunk on your love this entire time, eyes crinkling with glee when he smiles.
“I hope I can keep being this happy when i’m with you after marriage,” He declares, “I love you, Baby.”
“I love you too, Kou,” you smile with him, raising your own shot to clink your two glasses together and down them simultaneously, the cool smoothness of the beer running down your throats.
You can feel the mild bitterness on your tongue afterwards, it leaves it’s taste behind even several hours after your drinking game when you two return to your shared home.
But the sincerity in Bokuto’s eyes when they fell on you back in the studio, and the way he gazes at you like you’re the only thing in his world even with the several NHK staff and film members recording your every move washes that all away instantaneously, overpowering it with sheer sweetness.
It’s just not one you can taste as easily as the flavour of Sapporo.
You might not have gotten drunk that night, but Bokuto’s certain he’s been drunk on your love for the entirety of all three years you’ve been together and wouldn’t mind if things stayed like this forever.
MORISUKE YAKU.
“You’re going down, sweetheart,” Yaku warns you with a teasing wink, lifting the bottle of Vodka in his hands to inspect the label, “Playing in the Russian League gives me an alcohol tolerance advantage that you don’t have.”
“I didn’t know just playing in Russia meant you were an experienced drinker,” you hum, playing along with his jokes for the fun of it. “I don’t think athletes are supposed to consume a lot of vodka anyways.”
“Well, you might as well back out now,” Yaku advises, shrugging with a sly grin, one of the camera crew’s members rushes up to fix the loose microphone on his suit before scurrying back to their position.
“Don’t wanna get beaten by your own fiancé now, do you?”
You merely roll your eyes at his antics, a reluctant smile making it’s way onto your face as you realign the messy stack of cards on your table, sounds of the director doing a final run through of lights and cameras are heard around you.
“Yeah yeah, save it for after you get wasted, Mori.”
The cameras start up as the director nods in your direction, indicating for you two to introduce yourselves to the viewers tuning in, Yaku holds your hand as he recites his lines.
“Hi, I’m Morisuke Yaku,” your fiancé beams, giving your hand a comforting squeeze, “And this right here, is my wonderful fiancée, whom I adore very much.”
Even several years later, Yaku’s swoon worthy words have an effect on you after all this time, making you feel like you’re still in that young and eager love stage. Attempting to hide your giddy face from him, you turn to face the camera as well with a wide grin.
“We’ve been together for four and a half years,” You gush, the sparkling engagement band on your finger being shown outwardly when the cameras zoom in for a closer look. “Engaged for eight months, now.”
“And today, we’ll be playing truth or drink,” Yaku reveals to the excited viewers, the cameras change positions to new angles while the sound crew makes sure your microphones are picking up your words.
After signaling to the director that they are indeed working, he asks you two, “Are you ready to play?”
You and Yaku both agree as he opens the bottle of Vodka, pouring it into your shot glass first before he pours out his own, “Hm, what a gentleman you are, Mori.” You joke, noticing he gave you your alcohol first before serving himself any.
“Always, for you.” He sighs dreamily, setting the bottle down beside him and pushing the cards over to you with his familiar cheshire grin. “And because I’m such a gentleman, you should go first, love.”
You stifle a laugh into the palm of your hand at the sudden switch in personality but take the top card off anyway, flipping it over and reading the question for Yaku written on it, “What is one thing you wish I did more of in our relationship?”
He groans, slumping down in his seat with his Vodka in hand, “Fly over to come visit me overseas,” he jokingly groans, faux-booing you with a thumbs down and all as he turns to the film crew.
“Did you know she doesn’t get on the first plane to Russia whenever I ask, can you believe her?”
You merely snicker at his jeers and turn your card over, placing it down on the table beside your shot. “Well I’m sorry, but I’m unable to predict whenever you’ll miss me spontaneously.”
“It’s not spontaneous,” Yaku argues, “I tell you like, two minutes in advance.”
You raise an eyebrow at his claims, “Wanna bet, Mori? I have screenshots.”
“Maybe I’ll just drink to this instead.”
You both giggle as he shakes his head in defeat, taking the next card off the pile and reading out loud the first question for you.
“Have you ever—” Yaku begins to lose his composure as he reads, holding back his giggles before sputtering out, “faked an orgasm with me?”
You burst out into laughter as Yaku discards the card to his side, head thrown back in hysterics while using the table to stabilize himself.
“Well?” He asks, wiping the tears that have begun to form around his eyes, “Have you?”
You begin to reach for your Vodka shot, causing your fiancé to break out into another, more excessive fit of cackles, “Are you serious, honey?”
“Okay well, maybe!” You confess wholeheartedly, raising the Vodka to your lips, “Back when we were first dating!”
Yaku scoffs disapprovingly, but you can tell he’s not seriously mad when you down the vodka and he’s looking at you worriedly, asking if it was too strong for you afterwards.
You dismiss his concerns, saying it’s fine and that you can handle it before he relaxes and pushes the cards back over to you.
“Have you ever had a dream about me cheating on you?” You ask him, Yaku’s face immediately sours at his question, you look to him expectantly and wait for his reply.
“… Ugh, yes,” he begrudgingly admits after a few moments of silence, eyebrows furrowing as he recalls it unpleasantly, “I had a dream once where you cheated on me with Lev.”
“Lev?” You cackle, “The— the 6’5 russian guy from your highschool volleyball team??”
Yaku’s hand moves to his vodka-filled shot glass, “Yes,” he moans, “It was awful. Hope I never see Lev butt-naked in my dreams ever again.”
“You don’t have to drink to this one, Mori,” you giggle as Yaku downs his vodka quickly, not even flinching at the burn, maybe he was right about the tolerance advantage. “Since you answered it.”
“Ah, don’t care,” he groans, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his suit, “After having to reimagine that scene, I needed the alcohol.”
Yaku takes the next card off the pile of questions skeptically, flipping it over and reading it out loud.
“Do you have any insecurities when it comes to me playing overseas in Russia?”
The question causes you to stop and think as Yaku places the card face down next to him, pouring another shot and sliding it over to you. “You don’t have to say anything, sweetheart.”
His gentle tone reassures you but you shake your head, pushing the vodka away, “No it’s okay, I don’t mind saying it.” Yaku looks surprised but nods understandingly, taking the glass back and giving you the room to process your next words while he remains quiet.
“I think my only insecurity is not knowing if you’re safe while overseas,” you admit to your fiancé. Yaku doesn’t say anything in response, knowing you have more to say as he lets you say what you need while silently encouraging you to elaborate.
“I hate not having you beside me because I don’t know where you are, and I just miss you a lot you know?”
Yaku’s cheek rests against the palm of his hand, concern washing over his face again as he looks across the table to you, “Awe, honey. I didn’t know you felt that way,” he coos, “do you hate whenever I leave for volleyball season?”
You shrug dismissively, the weight of your words beginning to catch up to you as your voice becomes quieter, trailing off at the end. “I mean, I don’t hate it, but like- I wanna know you’re alright while in Russia…”
Yaku’s about to speak when you shake your head dismissively, “It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” before you’re reaching for the deck of cards, already pulling the top question up and flipping it over to read.
Your eyes drag over the words as a pit begins to form inside your stomach. The next question for Yaku causes you to cringe, still reeling from the uneasiness of the last one as you awkwardly ask him, “Have you… ever regretted or had doubts about our engagement?”
Yaku’s face of concern turns into one of astonishment, he looks almost appalled at how unsure you look and sound while asking him.
“Absolutely not,” he states firmly, holding your hand that holds engagement band on it, you can feel the distress radiating off him as he reassures you in a hushed tone.
“I’ve never once regretted proposing to you, and I fully intend on marrying you.”
Yaku’s words dislodge the lump in your throat as you begin to chuckle to yourself, eyes looking down at his hand where the engagement ring he wears that matched your own. “I’m sorry if you thought I was doubting you, Mori. It’s just—”
“You don’t need to justify your feelings,” Yaku reiterates sternly, “I know, okay? You don’t need to explain this on live T.V.”
Knowing he’s only trying to make sure nothing of what you say can be interpreted wrongly later by media, you nod as he sighs in relief with an uneasy smile.
“I think this next question is our last one,” he announces, his smile morphing back into that familiar cheshire grin, the one that always brightens your day. You think he’s doing it in an attempt to lighten the mood, or maybe he just naturally makes you happy.
Yaku picks up the final question card and flips it over, reading it over with a calm smile, “What have you enjoyed most about being engaged to me?” His voice is gentle as he looks up to you, placing the card down on his pile.
“Well, love?” He encourages you, knowing he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable he gives you the choice, “Do you want to answer, or take a drink?”
You’d be a fool to drink at this question, there isn’t anything to drink for here but there’s just so much about being engaged to Yaku that you love that you can’t quite find the words for it. And while the majority of your engagement has been spent with Yaku being away in Russia, it doesn’t mean you enjoy it any less than if he were with you in Japan.
“… I enjoy knowing you will always be with me,” you begin to speak slowly, making sure your words are clear and concise while twirling your empty shot glass in hand absentmindedly.
Trying to fit all you want to say to your fiancé in a few words is tough, but you manage to shorten it enouhh to say all you want to tell him. “Because even while you’re playing overseas, I know you will always come back home to me.”
Yaku’s face unexpectedly heats up at your words, the apples of his cheeks turning bright red as his lips form into a shy and nervous grin, one isn’t anything like the mischievous and playful personality you’re accustomed to seeing while with him.
“I… I love you, sweetheart.” He manages to speak after some time, loosening the collar of his dress shirt nervously, but the smile on his face never falters. “I always have and always will.”
He extends his hand out to you, motioning for you to give him your shot glass. You hand it to him and he pours out some Vodka, sliding it back over to you once full before filling his own.
“Yes, honey,” he whispers unconsciously while pouring his alcohol, and it’s the happiest you’ve seen him all day. From his flushed complexion, dopey smile and euphoric demeanour, he appears to be glowing. Or maybe it’s the blaring lights behind him that are playing tricks on you.
Your fiancé has never looked so sure of himself until this moment, Yaku’s eyes never straying from yours as he raises his shot glass, breaking into his biggest smile yet.
“I will always come back home to you. No matter how long we are apart for,” and to that, you both cheer, clinking your glasses as you toast to your engagement.
Downing the alcohol in unison, the bitter sting of the Vodka attacks your throats relentlessly, but neither you or Yaku care about that in this moment or the next.
The world’s most intense Vodka brewed directly in the heart of Moscow, Russia could never be so strong as to have an effect on either of you when you’re in the presence of each other. You’re certain that Yaku would drown himself in the harshest of Vodka’s if it meant it was all for you.
A little Vodka is nothing compared to what he’d go through for you.
The way Yaku’s entire demeanour changes when with you, the largest of smiles etched onto his face for a side he only shows while you’re with him here, in Japan.
Remaining wholely committed to you even while seperated by land and sea is all a true testament to your relationship, and it puts your heart at ease.
Yaku may not always be at home; but Yaku knows that home is with you, and he knows he’ll always be with you in due time.
KIYOOMI SAKUSA.
“Oh, he’s a lightweight,” you tell the film crew who are adjusting their camera stands nearby as Kiyoomi pulls out the chair at the table for you to sit at, giggling when you hear the faintest muffled groan come from underneath his face mask.
Sitting atop the table is a bottle of Scotch, the deck of question cards and two shot glasses on it’s sanitized surface as per request by your fiancé.
“This’ll be so easy for me.”
“As if,” Kiyoomi scoffs, taking his own seat across from you and scooching his chair forward, “I’ll beat you and then have to hear you drunkenly cry about it back home later for the next several hours.”
“Nope,” you declare mischievously, folding your arms over the table and laying your head in them while looking up at your fiancé, “Hey, did you know Atsumu told me you’re an emotional drunk?”
You can see Kiyoomi’s eyes twitch underneath his thick black locs, hand reaching to grip his hair in annoyance. “That fucking—”
The director interrupts him unexpectedly when he calls to the rest of the crew in the studio for everyone to take their places behind the cameras, Kiyoomi sighs deeply as his shoulders relax and he leans back in his chair waiting for the broadcast to begin.
“I’m Kiyoomi Sakusa,” he states to the viewers plainly, barely acknowledging the cameras pointed straight at his face when he motions to you, “And this is my fiancée of almost a year.”
You can hear the way his voice softens lightly when referring to you as his fiancée.
“We’ve been together for four years now,” You welcome the viewers much more warmly than your fiancé does, announcing eagerly, “Engaged for eleven months, and we’re playing truth or drink!”
Again, you’re a lot more excited than Kiyoomi is when the director asks, “You guys okay to start playing?” but he agrees to it nonetheless, the subtle nod of his head doesn’t go unnoticed by you.
Kiyoomi grabs the stack of cards full of questions and shuffles the deck around a bit, when asked by the director why he did so he answers, “So if anyone planted any weird questions at the top of the pile for her they’re pushed to the bottom.”
After reorganizing the cards, Kiyoomi hands the stack to you, letting you have first pick of the game. You try to argue, but he doesn’t listen.
“Ladies go first,” he says, expectantly waiting for you to start.
You take the first card of the newly shuffled deck and begin to read it for your fiancé, “Favourite memory of us, pre-engagement or post-engagement?”
Kiyoomi taps his empty glass against the mahogany of the table repeatedly for a brief moment, thinking it over before letting out a deep sigh-turned groan, reaching over and pouring out some Scotch for himself as you sit back in stunned shock at his actions.
“Wait, what—”
“Don’t question me,” he rasps, lowering his face mask and downing his shot with ease, there’s hints of floral notes in the Scotch he can taste.
He pulls his mask back up seconds later and looks up at you, you swear you can see a smirk forming under his mask from the way his eyes lift in amusement afterwards, causing your cheeks to heat up at what he could’ve been thinking about that he had to take a shot to get out of saying it.
Finishing off his Scotch, your fiancé takes both the top card off the deck and his empty shot glass before reading aloud his first question for you.
“What was your first impression of me when we met?” Kiyoomi reads monotonously, his stare hardens when he notices you jokingly reaching for your shot glass, tossing the card over to your side with a groan.
“Really?” He huffs, arms crossed over his chest and glaring halfheartedly at your tease. “Didn’t Motoya say you like… hated me at first or something?”
“I didn’t hate you,” you giggle, pouring the Scotch into your glass while avoiding your fiancé’s gaze, “I just.. am a little thirsty right now.”
“Haha,” Kiyoomi laughs dryly, watching as you down your shot quickly, the citrusy notes in the Scotch make it pleasant to drink. “You’re soo funny, dear. Must be really thirsty today.”
“I am,” you wink, placing your glass back down on the table before taking the next card off the pile.
“What is the most embarrassing nickname for me you have in mind?” Kiyoomi asks, and you snort.
“It’s only embarrassing because Atsumu came up with it…” you turn to the cameras to whisper to the viewers, facing your fiancé who’s giving you a skeptic look that soon turns into existential dread when you begin to snicker.
He groans, “I swear to god if it’s Omi-Omi—”
“It’s Omi-Omi.”
You can practically feel the annoyance radiating off of Kiyoomi while you bat your eyelashes innocently at him, playful shrug of your shoulders as you pull the cards back over to your side, taking the next card off the deck while your fiancé whispers something about killing Atsumu at the next practice from across the table.
“What colour or colours are your favorite on me?” You look up at the director almost immediately before Kiyoomi can even open his mouth, “Can I just say it— Because I know.”
The director nods, “He told me once it was black and gold,” Kiyoomi mumbles something incoherent under his breath, whatever he’s saying being muffled by his nask as he hides his face away from the cameras, the camera crew exchange a look amongst themselves.
“Aren’t those the colours of the MSBY Black Jackals?” One of the crew members mentions offhandedly and you smirk, looking over to your flustered fiancé with the most shit-eating grin you can muster, “Yes, yes they are.”
“Should’ve just let me answer instead,” he mutters while pulling out the next card from the deck to move the game along, coughing as his face slowly returns to it’s natural colour.
He chuckles when he reads it over, “How would you spend an entire week without me?” he turns to the cameras with his own smug face, placing the card down on the table. “She doesn’t.”
“I can,” you interject and he gives you a deadpan stare, “Yeah, can. Doesn’t mean you do, though.”
“Anyways,” you swerve back to your answer, taking the card from his side and reading it over yourself.
“I would have a very relaxing week without you, consisting mostly of singing and dancing in our empty kitchen without you to judge me.”
“I don’t judge you.”
“Yes you do.”
“Nope.”
You two could probably have this back and fourth for hours on end but you stop when you catch the director’s eye, one of his assistants motions to you hurriedly that it’s nearly time to end the broadcast.
With that in mind, you pick up the last question card, flipping it over and reading it for Kiyoomi.
“What’s one thing you’d like to tell me at the alter if you couldn’t say anything else.”
“That I love you,” Kiyoomi says almost immediately, tracing the rim of his shot glass with his ring finger delicately, you can hear the gentleness in his voice when he speaks. “And that I hope you’ll always be my lover, whatever that means for us in the future.”
“That’s more than one thing, Kiyo.”
“I don’t care.”
You scoff playfully, tossing the card aside and pouring out two shots of Scotch for you and your fiancé. Whilst handing him his glass your rings bump together momentarily, the clinking of the diamonds makes the two of you smile, though Kiyoomi’s is hidden underneath his mask.
“Cheers, my dear,” he mutters softly, lowering his mask again to drink and allowing you to finally see the beautiful smile he hides underneath, usually reserved only for you.
“Cheers, Kiyo,” and you two drink, the Scotch tastes lovely and refined on both of your tongues when it runs down your throats with ease.
It’s light and sophisticated, and the flavour profile fits Kiyoomi so well. You consider telling him that, but refrain because you think he won’t understand what you mean; not knowing he’s thinking the exact same about you.
Kiyoomi thinks you two may be a match made in heaven, if such a thing exists then it perfectly encapsulates the two of you.
As the cameras cut and several crew members rush around the studio, Kiyoomi doesn’t notice any of that in this moment— his gaze continues to be locked onto you wholly; lovingly enraptured by the beautiful image of you across from him that he hopes will be burned into the back of his head like the taste of this Scotch, but for many years to come and not just a mere few hours.
Kiyoomi can drink Scotch at any time he pleases, but being married to you is something he is excited for and craves everyday of his life as the days on the calender tick down to your wedding, it keeps him motivated to continue each day if he knows it’s just one day closer to a life with you, one where he knows you will be with him every day going forward.
The day you two will finally be united as one. Kiyoomi can’t wait for that morning to come, when night falls and after the ceremony is done he can finally refer to you as his wife and not just his fiancée.
TOBIO KAGEYAMA.
Tobio gulps upon seeing the Sake being poured into his shot glass by the NHK staff member, being handed the alcohol before they pour out another shot for you, to which you graciously accept with a smile and nod of your head.
“Uhh…” His piercing gaze reaches across to you across the table, nervously fiddling with the glass in hand as he twirls it inbetween his fingers, “I don’t, really hold alcohol well, love..”
“Really?” You stare at him blankly, squinting down at the alcohol in your own shot, “what do you drink in Italy then, Tobio?”
“Limoncello,” he sighs, “but it’s supposed to be sipped slowly, not downed like shots usually are.” He makes a face as the thought of attempting to drink Limoncello like shots ripples through his mind, it would most definitely not end well for him.
You chuckle and give him a reassuring smile, placing your hand over his gently. The diamond on his ring is cool to the touch when you run your thumb over it, with sharp and well defined cut corners. “You’ll be fine, Tobio.”
He nods unsurely but allows the NHK camera crew to do their final run through, making sure everything is in order before the cameras begin to roll and the director is motioning for you both to recite your lines.
Your fiancé’s voice is a little strained, a faint stutter can be heard as he speaks slowly, “I’m… Tobio Kageyama,” he manages to say before craning his head to his left, across the table.
“And I’m her fiancé,” his eyes shift towards you as you give the cameras a polite wave, “We’re playing… truth or drink.”
“We’ve been together for five years,” You excitedly tell the viewers, holding up your ring finger to show off the dazzling diamond atop it, “And engaged for two.”
The director asks from out of frame, “Why have you two been engaged for so long?” A question that most viewers are probably wanting to know, Tobio answers it for you.
“I wanted to marry her sooner,” he timidly admits, looking down at his lap to avoid the harsh glares of the camera lenses, “But with me playing in Ali Roma, it’s hard to plan things out, I guess.”
You nod, “Besides,” you chime in giddily, taking over for him, “It’s fun to be in this little engaged stage for a long time, makes everyday that bit more exciting.”
You ramble on about how fun it is to call Tobio during his off days; calling him at three in the morning in Japan while in Italy it’s 7PM to tell him about a cute floral arrangement you saw earlier that day while shopping that you’d love to have at your wedding.
Facetiming him in the dark of the night, wrapped in blankets and wearing his highschool volleyball jersey to ask him what kind of food from Italy he wants to incorporate into the wedding menu, and texting him photos of different style of wedding dresses you’re considering wearing on your big day while getting out of the shower.
You unintentionally forget about your jittery mess of a fiancé while you speak, beaming as bright as the glowering studio lights as Tobio looks at you amazed.
Tobio’s nervousness slowly fades when he sees the ring on your finger and just how happy you are to be engaged to him. It’s always been a worry of his that you hate the long wait to get married to him, that playing overseas would hurt your relationship because of long he is away from home at times.
But your gleeful joy in telling thousands of viewers in real time that you love just being engaged to him for two years; that you don’t mind it at all, brings some peace of mind to his fragile heart.
“Are you two ready to play?”
Knuckles slowly unclenching as he takes a deep breath, he nods his head to the director, indicating the start of the game. He starts first, picking up the first card from the pile.
“What is the most awkward date we’ve ever been on?” Tobio’s face drops immediately upon reading, turning the card face down on the table and turning to the director, “Can I start over? Or make her drink?”
“It’s her choice if she wants to answer or drink.” The director answers.
Tobio turns to you hastily, eyes practically pleading with you not to say what you have on your mind, he’s already inside your mind and fears for what you could potentially reveal on national television, causing you to erupt in a fit of giggles as you reach for the Sake.
“Fine, fine. I won’t say, Tobio.” You’ve never seen your fiancé so relieved, almost seeing the metaphorical weight lifting off his shoulders with your own eyes when you take the shot.
The Sake is sweet, like sticky rice. It’s feels cool when it hits the back of your tongue and nice to drink, reminding you of the Italian sweets Tobio would send you from Italy. Noting that they’d pair nicely with Sake, you consider getting Tobio to send you more of them in the mail soon.
“You owe me for that one, Tobio,” you chuckle after finishing your shot, “Whatever the next question is you have to answer it.” He groans in protest but agrees after some convincing as you reach for the question pile and grab your first question for him.
“Have you kept a secret hobby or interest hidden from me?”
Shockingly, Tobio nods his head and unexpectedly calm about the question he was supposedly ‘forced’ to answer, “I got into gardening when I first came to Italy.”
“You what?” You utter, delightfully surprised at this revelation, “What plants do you take care of in Italy?”
“I have a few hanging Boston Fern and Ivy in some pots around my apartment…” Tobio tells you, adverting his gaze from your eyes the more your smile grows towards him. “I didn’t mean to keep them from you, I just… forgot to mention it everytime we call.”
“Tobio…” You laugh at how empty headed your fiancé can be at times, sometimes you think he’d forget his head if it weren’t secured to his body. “We call almost every day!”
“Yeah, but you usually call me late at night!” He defends himself, “I don’t normally leave my room that late at night, so you never see them!”
You shake your head in disbelief at this, faux disappointment at your fiancé for keeping this interest of his hidden for so long, “When I visit you in Rome, you have to show me these plants, deal?”
He nods in approval at that arrangement, a small smile creeping onto his face as he takes the next card off the deck, “Have you pretended to like a gift I gave you when you actually didn’t?”
You consider reaching for the Sake but reel your hand back at the last second, deciding to tell him straight up.
“Yeah, the lingerie you sent me a few months ago.”
“You didn’t like it?”
Tobio’s mouth hangs open, visibly swallowing his shame away as he sets the question card down on the table, a hand running through his hair in deep thought.
“Okay well, didn’t like isn’t the right word per se—”
“Was it the style?” Tobio begins interrogating you sternly, brows furrowed and that determined look in his eyes you’re so familiar with while watching his volleyball matches.
“Was it the colour, or was it too flimsy? I tried going to a new store that time, I knew I should’ve just stuck to the other one—”
“Tobio!”
He’s immediately brought out of his thoughts by your cackles, blinking as he’s focused on your laughing figure in front of him. His cheeks are tinted a dark shade of red, thinking he’s said something embarrassing when he whispers a low, “Yes, love?”
Through fits of giggles and laughter, you barely manage to sputter out, “It was just the wrong size, babe!”
Tobio’s eyes widen significantly at the reveal, looking down at his hands where his engagement ring sits comfortably in his ring finger, feeling his body shrink in on itself further into his seat while you’re howling across from him.
If you were seated beside each other he’s sure you’d be slapping his arm too for good measure.
“C-can we move onto the next question…” He mumbles just above the microphone strapped to his dress shirt’s minimum level to pick up sounds. If his old highschool teammates were here— if Hinata were here, god, he’d never hear the end of it. “Please?”
Finally settling down from your giggly high, you vaguely nod, still catching your breath when you reach for the next question card on the pile and flip it over as Tobio tries his best to calm down his reddened face.
“What is the most romantic thing your partner has ever done for you?”
After Tobio’s managed to relax himself, he thinks the question over, chin in hand as his gaze lands directly on the Sake bottle on the table beside him where he gets lost in thought while mulling over the question.
“I think…” he mutters to himself, “When you told me it was okay to go play in Ali Roma, instead of discouraging me to stay in Japan.”
His answer legitimately surprises you, “Is that, really your response, Tobio?”
He nods, hands reaching up to the nape of his neck. “Yeah… I don’t know if romantic is the right word, I guess.“
“But knowing you were there to support me; even if I could tell you were scared for me going overseas, it felt like the most romantic gesture someone could ever do to me.”
Tobio blinks, suddenly remembering his words are being broadcasted on national T.V and coughing awkwardly, “Uh, yeah, that’s my answer.”
He begins to notice the gazes of the rest of the film crew and director that are burning right through him, feeling the colour returning to his cheeks.
Tobio looks over to you anxiously, finding you with the brighest eyes he’s ever seen, he could get lost in them if he stared into them long enough. You purse your lips for a moment, before a smile blossoms across your face.
“Wow, Tobio,” you breathe out dreamily, “That was… so sweet of you to say,” Tobio has a hard time meeting your gaze, you can tell he’s still feeling anxious so you grab his hand and force him to look you in the eye.
“I will always support you, okay?” You tell him firmly, he’s a bit startled at how forward you’re being but nods before you quickly add, “Even if I don’t like being so far away from you, you don’t need to worry about me. Don’t be so nervous about this, alright?”
Tobio’s lips quiver into a strained frown before he sighs, “It’s not that simple,” you feel his hand give yours a light squeeze for comfort, interlocking his fingers with your own. “I wish I could just… not be so worried for you. But I love you too much for that.”
“Loving me means you understand that no matter what, I am right behind you,” you voice to him directly. “Maybe not physically, but no matter where you go, I will follow eventually.”
Tobio goes silent for a few seconds, even when he knows dozens of people in this studio— hundreds of thousands are watching him live, he’s only looking at you; having eyes only for you. With a shaky nod of his head, he finally manages to crack a smile.
“I understand.”
Releasing your hand from his grip, he pulls his next question for you from the pile, looking far more relaxed than he did at the beginning of your game. He’s comfortable in this stage of your relationship, even if he knows that others think it’s strange— the distance between you two, the long engagement period.
He knows the only opinion that should matter to him—that does matter to him is yours alone.
“When you hear my name in public, what comes to your mind?”
“That you have done another amazing set,” You answer with ease, allowing yourself to feed his ego for once. “Or won another game, who knows at this point? You can do it all.”
Tobio seems satisfied with that answer, even uncharacteristically relishing in your praise. “Ah, I am pretty good at volleyball, aren’t I?”
You lean over the table to punch his shoulder lightly, a teasing grin dances on your lips which matches his own, “Yeah yeah, you’re welcome for being so supportive of my fiancé.”
“Well thank you then, love.”
One of the camera crew’s members motions to the director, indicating it’s almost time to wrap up the broadcast. Feeling at peace, you grab the final card of the question deck, eyes flickering to Tobio as you read.
“Anything else you’d like to say to me about our engagement?”
Tobio takes a deep breath, steadying himself before he speaks. He wants to make sure he tells you everything on his mind, but maybe that will have to wait for another time— a more private time.
One that isn’t being broadcasted on national television. So he’ll settle for the next best course.
“I just wanted to say…” He hesitates for a moment, his mouth opening and closing at times until he can find his bearings. “That being engaged to you has taught me a lot of things.”
You’re about to say something in response until he holds his hand up, indicating he isn’t done yet.
“And… I wouldn’t mind if we stayed like this forever.”
Tobio notices the slight look of confusion in your eyes as he continues, “Wh-what I mean is, uh… even though we aren’t married yet, you make me so happy that I feel like I could be okay with what we have.”
“I still want to marry you!” He blurts out worriedly in an attempt to explain himself, “But knowing you’re not bothered by how long we’re engaged for is enough to reassure me that no matter how long we wait for, I’ll still be as happy as the day we marry.”
Tobio shuts his eyes, burying his head in his hands from sheer embarrassment, “Fuck, that was so stupid sounding-”
“Hey now..” You pry his hands away from his face with a pout, leaning across the table’s surface to cup his cheek, “That wasn’t stupid, that was sweet!”
“Really?” He asks, unsure if he believes you, “I’m not really good with my words, y’know.”
“Well I understood what you meant,” you smile, pressing a kiss to your ring finger and placing it on your fiancé’s lips, “And I feel the same way.”
Tobio’s face erupts into a bright scarlet red as you pour the two of you a shot of Sake each, downing them together with your rings on prominent display for all of Japan to see.
Your fiancé is still quite popular in Japan despite now playing overseas, overhearing the NHK film crew and the thousands of viewers who tuned in were watching his broadcast with you while dying in laughter.
It’s not laughter to mock him however— as he soon finds out when after the cameras cut and he can still hear the staff talking about how adorable he looked during the live special.
And his old highschool friends blowing up his phone, sending him clips of his broadcast with hearts and kissy face emojis, but you swear to him that it’s all well intentioned. Maybe not Tsukishima’s to some extent, but nontheless.
All Tobio knows he can do is sigh, turn his phone off and settle into your arms after everything’s been said and done. His time in Japan is limited after all, he has to fly back to Italy in a few days time.
He knows it hurts to leave you again, and you hate sending him off at the airport. He wishes he could marry you immediately— but there’s still so much to be done until that day can arrive.
Tobio doesn’t know when the lucky day will come when you can instead wear a wedding ring on your finger rather than an engagement ring, but as Tobio has discovered today; the two of you will be okay until then despite it all.
It takes a lot to make Tobio anxious about your engagement, but it also takes a lot to shake the strong foundation the two of you have built with each other over the years.
The two of you have planned your future with each other as the main component of it all in the centre of it for as long as you can remember, and he’s prepared to withstand any obstacles that threaten his happiness with you.
Tobio is at ease knowing you have his back, and he has yours even while separated by thousands of miles of stretching oceans and ground.
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The Distance Between Us | Sakusa Kiyoomi
Sakusa Kiyoomi is a realist.
Not only does he dislike wasting his time on idle thoughts and worries that are mere inconveniences, but he also preferred dealing with the problems when they surface. And with the current predicament that he’d left untreated for far too long, it’s finally time for him to have is dealt with once and for all - or at least until he manages to screw himself over once again.
The empty space that separates the both of you couldn’t have stretched any longer, nor could it feel any colder than it already is, but seeing the distressed expression on your face only served as the final nail in the coffin that he’d built for himself. If he had known that this would happen, he wouldn’t have stood watching as you ran off, not even attempting to call or check up on you when you needed him the most.
It truly is cowardly of him.
In the months that you’d known each other, you both acknowledges the flaws that each of you carry, but being the prideful people that you are, refused to admit to it until the damage has been done. While Kiyoomi is the one that refuses to allow anyone into his physical bubble, you, in turn, is the one that struggles to show emotional vulnerability, even if you needed to. This alone had caused a lot of friction between the both of you, yet you had left it untreated simply because neither of you had the courage to cross the line that separates you the most.
While some people would argue that distance would only make the heart grow fonder, Sakusa Kiyoomi wholeheartedly disagrees.
How could he agree when it was the same distance that now drove a wedge between the both of you, with the indefinite promise of reunion floating in the wind idly?
And when he’d signed the contract with MSBY Black Jackals without much hesitation, the distance only grew even larger as Kiyoomi packed his belongings and hopped on the first flight out to Osaka, leaving what little pieces pieces of his heart in his empty apartment behind. He reminded himself that it was better if he gave you the space you desired - it was not - and that you’d be fine because you’ll always be fine - you were not - so he left.
In hindsight, it was a terrible decision.
To leave you when you needed him, not signing with the Jackals, he repeated.
Komori calls him every Saturday morning to remind him, after all.
The way he ended things with you was less than pleasant, but he was also only seventeen and ignorant. Ignorant of feelings, and disregarding of yours.
You had always tried to communicate through light touches - he misses them - be it linking your pinkie finger with his when they brush past each other as he walks you home after practice, or the way he could feel you smile through the fabric of his shirt when he doesn’t recoil immediately when you hug him, and he wonders if you ever understood him through his eyes. He used to think that you did, but perhaps he was arrogant for assuming such, as the flinch you’d given him when those words left his lips were so foreign, and filled with even more hurt.
Perhaps there had always been a distance that neither of you could see.
He was only ten steps away from you when he met you again for the first time in five years, less, if he were to take larger strides. But unlike the last time he saw you, he harbored no nervousness; because unlike last time, you no longer looked at him like he was a stranger.
Five steps.
He could almost hear the sound of his own heartbeat thundering against his chest, and he swore that if he were to attempt to speak, his heart would jump itself out of his body, so he didn’t speak.
Four steps.
You held your gaze with his, unwavering, and wonders if his eyes have always held so many emotions at the same time. They seem to jump from uncertainty to hesitation, but you eventually found the one emotion that you’d been searching for since middle school, so you smiled, satisfied.
Three steps.
His palms felt sweaty, but he welcomes it, his finger twitching as if searching for the familiar warmth he’d grown accustomed to.
Two steps.
You resisted the urge to take the last step yourself, so you kept your feet planted where they are, although it didn’t stop you from turning the ring that sat on the ring finger of your left hand, a comforting gesture that you weren’t sure you’ll ever be able to shake off.
One step.
He reached out to cup your face with his hands delicately, as if afraid that you’d suddenly vanish right in front of his eyes, but you remained as you are, and he lets out an involuntary sigh of relief, one that you laughed airily at.
“Welcome home, Kiyoomi.”
Maybe what we’d perceived to be distant never really is, and all we needed was a little bit of courage to close the distance between us.
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Embarassing... | sub!kenma kozume
wc: 460+ words | masterlist
dom!gn!reader, dry humping, teasing
note : i feel like this isn't that good cause I didn't know how to end it
"S-stop its embarrassing." You smile at the red boy who was trying to cover his face with his hands.
"Aw baby, what's embarrassing? The fact that you're rutting on my thigh like a bitch in heat or the fact that we're doing this in the locker room where anyone can walk in and see us? Oh! Or is it that you're clearly hard from that tent in your pants?" You say, in feigned confusion, watching the poor boy turn even redder from your teasing and vulgar words.
He whines as you giggle. It was so easy to tease the guy and you almost felt bad. Almost.
"Come on, use your words and tell me." With a thigh between his legs that kept on moving, your hands tightly gripping his waist, and his back to the lockers, it was like he was trapped. With no idea how to get out of the situation, he peeks through his hands but quickly closes them again right as he saw the domineering look on your face.
"E-everything," he sputters, hands still covering his face. "Everything?" You raise an eyebrow. "Really? Then why are you so hard? And don't think I haven't noticed you speed up, don't you dare cum without permission." You say the last part with such strictness, it makes Kenma even hornier if that was even possible.
A whimper leaves him as he slows down. He's about to open his mouth to beg until footsteps are heard outside the door.
"Kenma? Are you still in the locker room? It's been 10 minutes."
You abruptly stop and look at the door, making Kenma whine from the abrupt stop of pleasure. Right as he starts to reply, an idea sparks in your head and you quickly move his hips against your thigh, in a sharp, rapid motion.
'Yeah i'm- hmph!" He tries to send you a glare but you can't help but giggle quietly because the glare doesn't look menacing at all. It really just looks as if he's pleading for you to stop. "Just looking for my ah- m-my water bottle!"
"Oh okay well be quick, practice is about to start." You hear the footsteps leave and you grin at Kenma.
"You know what actually? Let's finish this up quickly so we can finish this at home."
"B-but what about practice?" You coo at your boyfriend. He really does love volleyball if he's worried about skipping practice right when he's humping your thigh.
"Kenma, baby." Your boyfriend blushes at the sudden pet name.
"You won't be able to walk for a while when I deal with you at home plus they'll see us leave the locker room and guess exactly what happened in here. So let's get out of here while we can, okay?"
ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink
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Suna just had came home from work, he was tired and stressed and all he wanted to do was come home to you. To feel your arms around him, to feel your lips on his.
You two haven't been having alone time lately because both of your schedules were filled with work, and he was hoping to have a little intimate time with you but he was surprised to come home and see his food wrapped up and the house rather quite
You were asleep. Rin dropped his bag and headed to your shared room and saw you sleeping peacefully in your shared bed. He was slightly upset, even though he wanted to spend some time with you, he understands you are exhausted from work too.
He got in the shower and was laying next you watching tv, slowly drifting off to sleep. Suddenly he felt the bed shift and he watched as you turned around to face the night stand, with your back to him.
Still soundly asleep - he caught a glimpse of your pink silky panties since the cover had slightly fallen off of you. He tried to be a gentleman about it, he really did. But the bulge in his shorts says other wise.
"Rinnie! f-fuck." You mumbled out, grabbing onto his shoulder blades as his cock repeatedly thrusts into your glistening cunt.
"Shit baby, ya feel so good." Rin groaned out, bringing you into a sloppy kiss as he lifts your thigh up, hitting that spongy spot inside of you that has you moaning loudly.
You're still half asleep, your eyes drooping down trying to stay awake. God were you so tired, but the feeling of his cock hitting that part inside you, had you going fucking crazy.
"fuck. baby m'so close. gonna fuck you back to sleep yea?" Suna panted into your neck, pushing his cock deep inside you which as your legs wrapping around his torso.
You nodded your head with a hum and he moved his head away from your neck, looking at your drowsy expression, peppering kisses on your face.
"yer so sleepy baby. don't worry, m'gonna make you go to sleep soon enough."
"R-rin! m'cummin' please." You groggily whined out. Head thrown back into the pillows.
He let's out a moan as he presses you into the mattress, spilling his warm seed into your belly, painting your walls white. Suna stays like that for a moment, catching his breath.
When he looks up at you, he notices that you are already soundly asleep again.
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My Sunshine
Shoyo Hinata (Haikyu) x (G/N) Reader:
**Genre: Fluff
**Word Count: 396
**Trope: Sunshine x Grumpy
Honestly everyone laughs when they first find out you two are dating, I mean you two couldn’t be more opposites. He was always so full of life and energy. He was bright and bubby. To you he was the daylight, where as you were the darkness. Always in dark cloths, usually in his hoodie no matter how hot it was out. When you weren’t together you would always have earbuds in and ignored the world. You always had a resting blank emotionless face, while Shoyo had the most radiant smile resting on his lips. Most people couldn’t believe Hinata ended up with someone so dark, so dull, so the opposite of him. He on the other hand was the first to jump to your defense saying how you’re just guarded and are actually a really sweet caring person though you don’t look the part by any means.
Today, was like any normal day. You went to the gym after school to watch Sho practice before you two would go home together and do homework, watch a movie eat dinner, then he would finish the rest of the bike home. This was your usual routine. You had started to really like the gym, you found a weird sense of comfort being there and were starting to really get along with the team. Noya and Tanaka were messing around when a stray ball flew your direction and knocked you out of your chair. The gym was silent and the entire atmosphere changed. Hinata went to yell at them for hurting you due to their recklessness when the whole gym suddenly filled with laughter. This shocked everyone wondering at first where the sound was coming from before noticing it was you. You were smiling and laughing for the first time in front of the team, taking them all by total surprise. The sound was beautiful, music to Sho’s ears. He smiled realizing you were finally comfortable with his team. He walked over to help you up, completely forgetting about yelling at Tanaka and Noya. After checking on you practice started. On the walk to your house Hinata expressed how much you laughing and finally being comfortable/ opening up with his teammates means to him. It was a baby step but you’d soon be all good friends, who would share many more laughs (Usually due to Hinata, Noya, and Tanaka).
Authors Note: I can do a timeskip version of this as well if you guys would like just lmk
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Being Inarizaki's Manager:
Dating Osamu Miya
Osamu Miya featuring Inarizaki x GN! Reader
Warnings: Swearing, fluff, possessive Osamu
A/N: I could never leave the other one out 🥰 Happy Birthday Osamu 😘 thank you for not eating Atsumu in the womb!
Atsumu met you first and he will never let Osamu live it down 🤚🏻
He will hold it above the both of you forever, until the day you die
"Just remember, I knew YN first"- Atsumu
"I remember when I FIRST met YN"- Atsumu on your wedding day to Osamu
"Remember that time I met your partner before you did Osamu?"- Atsumu 🙃
Someone seriously punch him
OUT OF MY WAY 👊🏻
Honestly it's kind of cute how you met Samu 🥰
You had a class with Atsumu and unfortunately fortunately ended up partnered with him and Ginjima
"YN you are so lucky"- Atsumu 💅🏼
"Are they really tho?"- Ginjima 🤨
"Yes so lucky Sumu"- you 🙄
Please, untoned blondes really aren't your thing YN
Rather, a certain silver/grey tone is more your style 😏
You knew Osamu but honestly didn't think Osamu knew you
HAHAHAHA how naive you are my sweet YN
You see, Osamu actually had the biggest crush on you 🤩
He managed to hide this crush for well over a year
Or so he thought 🙃
Because his bestie, Suna totally knew the entire time
"When are you going to ask YN out?"- Suna, randomly during class
Osamu 👉🏻👁👄👁 whet-
"It's pretty obvious you like them, just do it"- Suna, our unbothered king
"Uhhh I cant-" Osamu
Just as soon is about to ask why...
We hear this agitating, grating voice 😒
"SAMU!"- a loud mouth shouts
Osamu and Suna 👉🏻😐🙄
Atsumu comes waltzing in with Ginjima and You in toe
Osamu 👉🏻😐😳
"YN and Ginjima are my partners for our project"- Atsumu announces
Osamu 👉🏻😃 crap-
Suna 👉🏻👀 📱
"Hey Samu"- you 🥰
Osamu 👉🏻👁👄👁
Atsumu 👉🏻🤨
"Samu don't be rude, say hi to YN!"- Atsumu
Ginjima 👉🏻🤨 😳 💡
Suna just nods at him because he gets it 😏
"Uhh come on Sumu, we should head to the library"- Ginjima, pulling you away
"Ok! Bye Suna, Samu!"- You
Suna 👉🏻bye YN 👋🏻
Osamu 👉🏻👁👄👁
"So smooth"- Suna 🙄
After that, it doesn't get much better for our poor Samu
Bby is so nervous around you
You are so cute and he just CAN NOT
You start hanging around the team alot because of Atsumu and Ginjima
Honestly you are really happy to be close to Samu but he acts so weird around you
So of course you catastrophize and think "he probably doesn't like me" 😔
You really don't want to be a bother any longer than you need to
So when Atsumu invites you over in front of Samu, he gets so excited
But unfortunately you say no 😔
"Umm thanks Atsumu, but I don't want to be a bother"- you rejecting his offer and walking away
Osamu 👉🏻 crushed 💔
It's a good thing we have one person in the group who can make sense of all of this
Our lord and savior, Suna Rin 🙌🏻
"You know, YN thinks you don't like them"- Suna says putting his books away
Osamu 👉🏻 WHAT 😱
"Yeah they haven't been around much because they are worried they are bothering you"- Suna
"WHY WOULD THEY THINK THAT?"- Osamu
Suna 👉🏻😐 really...
"OH GOD I SCREWED UP!"- Osamu having a full melt down and channeling season 3 Tendou
"Well you could just tell them"- Suna
Before the final word leaves his mouth, Osamu is off 🏃♂️ 💨
You are working in the library with Ginjima and Atsumu when someone comes running throught the doors
Look out Hinata and Kageyama, there's a new sheriff in town 🤠
Atsumu, you and Ginjima rn 👉🏻👁👄👁
"YN I NEED TO TALK TO YOU RIGHT NOW!"- Osamu, shouting
"SAMU WE ARE IN A LIBRARY"- Atsumu, whisper shouting
"Ok Osamu"- you say getting up as he grabs your hand and pulls you in between the stacks of books
"YN I need to confess"- Osamu
You 👉🏻👀 I'm listening 👂🏻
"YN I like ya! Like really REALLY like ya"- Osamu
You 👉🏻😐🥺 you do??
"Yeah"- he says, stroking your cheek as he lifts your chin, planting his lips on yours
You 👉🏻😳☺️
"OH MY GOD SAMU YOU LIKE YN?"- Sumu, standing at the end of the aisle with Suna and Ginjima
Sumu 👉🏻😱😱😱
Ginjima 👉🏻🥺😭
Suna 👉🏻🥲 📱
"I like him too Sumu"- you
Please Osamu is so happy YN!
After that day, you and Osamu officially became a couple
Honestly couple goals
He will hold your hand all the time, walk you to class, eat lunch with you, whatever!
You come to practice with him all the time and the team adores you!
You totally help them out and encourage them constantly!
We love a supportive partner 👏🏻
Even at tournaments, you prove super useful to the team!
You fill water bottles and make sure the boys are all set before you head to the stands
Unfortunately Osamu and Inarizaki aren't the only ones who notice how helpful you are 😏
Because you see, a certain Fukurodani wing spiker also notices you and man does he think you're hot
"Hey there"- he says, standing behind you as you turn around smiling
"Oh hi!! Can I help you?"- You 🙂
"Umm yeah, I was wondering if I could get your phone number?" the silver-haired male says
You 👉🏻😐😳😃 ummm
"KONOHA!"- A shout comes from behind you as you see your boyfriend stomping up to you
The second year bestie squad at his heels 💅🏼
Osamu reaches you, grabbing you and pulling you behind him
Just me and my possessive men 🥰
Osamu growls as Konoha smirks and puts his hands up in mock surrender
"Hey didn't mean to step on any toes Miya"- Konoha says
"YN is my partner! Back the hell off!"- Osamu, literally toe to toe
You 👉🏻😳😰
Ginjima 👉🏻😃 crap-
Atsumu 👉🏻😏
Suna 👉🏻 📱
"Point taken Miya"- Konoha says backing up
Samu glares at him as you come from behind, hugging him tightly as he returns it, kissing to top of your head
"Did he mess with you YN?"- Samu
"No, you took care of it"- You
Samu leans down, kissing you as the peanut gallery groans
"Gross dude"- Ginjima, turning and walking away
"I got it all on video YN if you want a copy"- Suna
You just laugh as Atsumu sands there watching you two
Yeah he's totally going to remind you two constantly how he set you up 🥰
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Pt.1
It's been weeks since the conversation on the phone... but you had agreed to meet up with her as you couldn’t help but see the lady that he went home to everyday.
"I feel like I said the first thing I should say is...I'm sorry. I promise I didn't know he was with you if—if I knew he was I -" the lady opposite of you silences you by putting her hand on top of yours.
She offers a gentle smile that calms your nerves as she speaks, " this has nothing to do with you,sweetheart. It's his fault. He knew what he was doing with all the sneaking around." She takes a sip of her coffee as you let her appearance. She was like those strong ceo business woman you see on the cover of magazines or in dramas. Just looking at her you get enamored by her short hair getting brushed out of her face or fixing the her white collard shirt, or even wiping dust off her folded long legs.
"I can't help but be jealous," she chuckled rubbing her thumbs against her knuckles as she excuses her embarrassment, " we had been trying for babies but it turns out...I could never get pregnant." This time it was your turn to comfort her giving her consolation.
" you have nothing to embarrassed about. I can't say I know how you feel...obviously," you both laugh as she wipes the corner of her eyes," but you are so much stronger than I could ever be. After our call 3 weeks ago I was breaking down everyday I was broken and hurt. I felt disgusting with myself. I-I wanted to get rid of the baby at least I was thinking heavily on it. I mean how is a free lance sports photographer supposed to care for a baby," you took a breather," but...but luckily I have two idiots that refused to not help me along the way." The air becomes lighter between you two as you air out all the dirty laundry you had between eachother.
"I was really dreading meeting you," you confessed taking the last sip of your drink before putting it on the table, "I'm sorry I kept putting it off. I felt so guilty."
"You have nothing to be guilty for, (y/n). To make it up to me let's keep in touch, yeah?," she fishes for her phone out her purse and signals for you to put your number in.
"I'd like that..truly." You punch in each digit before handing it back to her. The vibration from your phone alerting you to pick it up, "excuse me for a moment." You take it outside.
"(Y/n)? We have a problem." You could hear the panic in the voice on the other side.
"What's wrong sakusa?" You cup the device closer to your ear out of concern.
"Atsumu and Osamu were trying to surprise you with new maternity clothes and Atsumu being an idiot asked a lady how big her chest was because she looked the same size as yours...they are currently being kicked out of the store."
"...put them on," you sigh
"Yellow?" Atsumu asked if nothing was going on.
"How big is your chest? Really Atsumu. I haven't even gave birth yet and I already have two of the biggest children ever!"
"In my defense osamu didn't even try to stop me. You know I can't be trusted and! He asked this lady to hold her kid so he could practice with yours."
"well at least i aint going around asking pregnant woman their breast side you dumbass."
"yer the dumbass osamu." atsumu stated
"no you." osamu recountered as a fight broke out.
"hey!hey!hey! Calm yer asses down! Yer both are dumbasses. Thats why i leave sakusa in charge," you hear them about to speak in disagreeance, " i dont wanna hear a but from neither of ya. Yer asses are supposed to be at my place so we could look for houses for me to move." you huffed. And turn around to feel a pat on your back.
"i have to run. But, i'll see you soon." she kissed your cheek while handing you your purse," i beleive in you ,(y/n). Call if you need anything." she wipes away her lipstick mark off of you before walking away the click of her heels putting you in trance as you hold your cheek and smile to yourself.
"(y/n)? You there?" osamu called out.
"huh? Yeah, yeah..im here. Meet me in 30. I want some ice cream,ok?"
They both agreed and you walked home while touching your cheek here and there feeling the faded lipstick mark on your cheek.
“maybe this wouldn't be as bad as you first thought.” You said aloud.
"THIS IS HELL!" you screamed in the hospital bed the epidural pumping into your system to have some sort of numbing effect as you crush the twins' hands in pain. It felt like forever that you were pushing as if they were taking multiple out of you. You don't even know the gender of the bundle of life as you wanted it to be a surprise on this day. The only ones knowing were close friends and family.
You could feel them pulling the newborn out and breathing out a sigh of relief before the same pain started creeping up again.
"Come on ms.(l/n)! Just one final push and you can see your second baby." The doctor says excitedly.
"Two?! Did he just two? As in 1,2?!" Looking panicked between the two boys and with a yell of exaggeration from the news you hear the piercing cry of a baby.
"Congratulations on two healthy girls ms.(y/n)." He hands one too Atsumu and the other to osamu.
"I have...two...how? Why? When?" You asked confused
"We'll this one," the doctor pointed to the one in atsumu's arms ,"was very quiet not even a peep from her when she came out."
"Welcome to the world, naruto and sasuke."Atsumu whispered.
"Atsumu I said I'm not naming my baby or babies that."
"But then they'll be kick ass like they're uncle 'Tsumu."
"More like assigning." Osamu rolled his eyes.
"'Samu, you ain't any better, wanting to name them after your lunch specials." You said laughing.
"Gotta promote and get ready for my two new employees at onigiri Miya's." He held the baby up like simba.
"Their names shall be...," you think of it for a minute looking into their eyes as they were a perfectly blended match of you and Suna, " Sahara and haneen." You held haneen’s hand.
"I'll give you both the world." You say kissing her tiny hand. They were two beautiful beings born into the world making all those thoughts
of guilt and shame go away into the trash.
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