Mean reader overstimulating loser kuroo because they got jealous sjdbdjdj
i did something kinda similar with this except reader was edging kuroo bc they got pissed sksksk
cw: gn!reader, overstimulation, punishments, handcuffs, handjobs, minors dni
but honestly i could see them overstimming him too. when the edging doesn't work...make him cum until he cries, until nothing even comes out anymore bc you've milked all of him and he keeps having dry orgasm after dry orgasm.
"baby, baby...i can't do it again. please i'm sorry," kuroo whines pulling on his handcuffs. where did you get handcuffs from??? it doesn't matter. you're pissed, that girl had her arms wrapped around him for too long and he didn't push her away until you intervened.
"what are you sorry for?" you asked, thumb flicking over the slick head of kuroo's red cock. his thigh muscles twitch with every movement, deep breaths coming out.
"i shouldn't have let her touch me i was trying to stop her," he blurts out, whining when you won't give him a break. "please, i didn't want her on me. please, baby, i'm sorry!"
you hum, keeping your hand around him. "just one more for me, tetsu? then i'll know you're really sorry..." but kuroo starts crying, knowing that you said that two orgasms ago.
“Finally” - Post Timeskip!Atsumu Miya x reader (sfw)
Summary: For the first time, Y/N decides to stop hesitating and go after what she wants or rather, who she wants.
Word Count: 5200+
Warnings: slight angst, breaking up, parting as friends, good memories, confessions, clichés, sickeningly sweet, romance out the ass, fluff, kissing, fluffy ending
a/n: not proofread. I created the character “Taro” for this specific one-shot, he’s not a character in the show or anything like that. I just wanted to let to throw it out there. And P.S. I tried to make this a good one even though I was struggling, hope somebody enjoys it.
She wasn’t entirely sure when she’d started to notice it.
The fact that her heart didn’t flutter around her boyfriend the way she imagined it was supposed to. It wasn’t to say she felt nothing for him, but it never was what she thought it was going to be.
When she had asked Taro if he wanted to be her boyfriend, she had been delighted that he said yes. She even jumped into his arms with a grin gracing her face.
But now that they had graduated high school and were now moving onto their own careers, Y/N didn’t picture a future with him. Whenever she would try, it always came up blank. At first, she thought there was something wrong with how things were going in their relationship so she had planned a date on the weekend.
Taro seemed happy to be going out and so they spent their whole Saturday at the park for a picnic date.
It was a fun time, they laughed and joked around, even horsed around a little but when it was over, she felt the same. It felt as though she had spent a casual day with a friend.
Y/N beat herself up for days about what it was she was missing or why she didn’t feel all lovey dovey like other couples were. She was so utterly confused until she bumped into an old classmate of her’s: Atsumu Miya.
It was by chance, and she totally wasn’t expecting him to be anywhere except the gym but here he was. When their eyes connected, he grinned, exclaiming her name as he ran over to gather her in his arms.
She giggled when he hugged her then proceeded to lift her off the ground as she wrapped her arms back around him.
While she would stop by the gym to hang out with the team, it had been far too long since she had done it so she understood his enthusiasm to see her; she was happy to see him too.
They shopped together, chatting about what they had been up to recently, how things were going, stuff like that. It was all going so smoothly until Atsumu, sounding forced, asked how her boyfriend was doing.
Y/N had stopped in the middle of an aisle, her mind suddenly lost to her as she thought about what to say. It should’ve been an easy answer.
‘He’s doing fine!’ or maybe ‘We’re doing great, we’re happy!’
But those weren’t her true thoughts.
Instead of voicing her thoughts, she opted for a little white lie. “He’s doing good, everything's good.”
She put on a smile, one that she wasn’t even convinced by but Atsumu didn’t push her to elaborate.
They’d parted ways as soon as they stepped out of the store, giving each other one last hug before walking off in different directions.
After that incident, Y/N knew exactly why she didn’t feel that romantic with her current boyfriend: she was in love with Atsumu.
The realization of it caused her to break out into a fit of tears when she got home that night. She locked herself inside her bedroom, wailing out in guilt of being in love with someone else while in a relationship.
She hated herself for it. She really did, and thinking back on it, she probably was always in love with Atsumu but had no clue to her own feelings. That’s how oblivious she’d been.
But no longer would she drag this out, now that she understood exactly what was going on. Y/N made a decision, she would set Taro free, leaving him to decide how his life would go on without her.
It was the best thing for both of them.
Y/N stood nervously at the very spot that Taro asked her to be his girlfriend.
The setting brought a smile on her face as she thought back to how excited she had been. She remembered grinning ear to ear, and jumping into his arms at the prospect of being in a relationship with him. However, now the happiness of this spot was turning sour at the reality of breaking up with him.
He deserved better, she had rationalized. He deserved to be with someone who would love him no matter what; something she was unable to provide.
“Y/N!” She heard a voice shout from a distance.
She jerked her head up from the wet ground to see Taro quickly approaching her. He stopped right in front of her, bending over a bit to rest his hands to his knees.
“Sorry, I’m a little late! My boss wanted me to look over some transcripts for a quick sec.”
Y/N nervously smiled to reassure him (and possibly herself), “No it’s okay, I’ve only been here a few minutes.”
“So..” Taro whipped himself back up to stand straight. “What did you want to talk about?”
“Uh…” She opened her mouth to say something before closing it again. She did that a few more times then tugged on his sleeve, tipping her head toward a bench a few feet away. “Uh..let’s sit down, yeah?”
Taro raised a brow at her behavior, but went along with it. “Okay.”
They sat down on the bench, knees just barely brushing against each other, the icy fall wind kissing their skin.
Taro had opted to look over at Y/N as she kept her eyes forward, hands nervous messing around in her lap.
“Taro, I um…” Her heart thundered in her chest, forehead becoming slick with sweat. “First off, I want you to know that I am very grateful for everything you’ve done for me over the past two years. You got me through some of the toughest moments of my life; moments I don’t think I would’ve bounced back from if you hadn’t been there.”
“I feel the same, Y/N. You really helped me through highschool.” Taro reciprocated, tone genuine.
“I’m happy I got to be there for you, Taro. I am.” Y/N smiled as she glanced up at him for a second.
Taro smiled back at her, taking a deep breath that wavered; indicating that he was picking up on her nervousness which caused him to become anxious himself.
“And I will continue to be there for you, no matter what, if that’s what you want.” She admitted, then sighed causing the smile she had to slip away from her face. “But Taro, I think…I think we should break up.”
When the words left her lips, she glued her gaze away from the empty sidewalk in front of them to peer at Taro’s expression.
She had imagined this scenario so many times, and so many times his face would reflect hurt.
In her imagination, his eyes would fill with tears before they burned with a white hot rage. He had never been that angry with her, but she always thought of the worst situations.
AND she was preparing to see that face now, however, when her eyes landed on his, he didn’t look anything like that.
Instead, his eyes were squinted from the understanding smile tilting his lips upwards. “I think that’s a good idea.”
Her eyes widened as the words set in. “You do?”
Taro nodded, intertwining his fingers together. “I know we’ve been together for a couple of years, since our second year in high school, and it’s been great. But I think we both know that there’s someone else you have feelings for.”
Y/N couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She let out a nervous chuckle, borderlining relief. “You mean you knew that I loved Atsumu?”
“It was pretty obvious. And guessing by your reaction, I think I knew before you even did.”
“Oh my god…” Y/N sighed, throwing her face into her hands. “That’s embarrassing.”
Taro laughed out loud as he patted Y/N’s shoulder. “It’s okay, I’m sure it was quite the revelation.”
Y/N felt the heat crawling into her cheeks as it sunk in. In all this time, she never once thought that he would’ve known her true feelings before she even did.
The whole time they were together, Taro had always known.
Just then something came to her. “Wait…” She lowered her hands back to her lap, the embarrassment taking a backseat to the sudden confusion whirling in her head. “If you knew how I felt about Atsumu, why did you agree to be my boyfriend?”
“Because I knew what it was like to love someone, but not be able to be with them the way that you want even if you didn’t realize it at the time. I understood you, and you understood me, and that’s all I wanted.” Taro explained warmly, his tone never shifting to one of anger or sadness.
Y/N nodded knowingly now. “We found comfort in each other.”
“Yeah, we did.”
There was a moment of silence as the two adults gave themselves a chance to let the reality sink in. It wasn’t a bad thing by any means, it was just a way for them to think on where they would go on from here; without their relationship.
“We had fun though, right?” Y/N asked seemingly out of nowhere.
Taro laughed at the question. “Yeah, I had a lot of fun. And I liked being with you.”
“Me too.” Y/N smiled, this time patting Taro on the shoulder.
“So what are you gonna do now?”
Y/N sighed before standing up and away from the bench, looking up at the darkening sky. “I’m gonna tell him, how I feel. Whether it ends good or bad, doesn’t matter. I want to be honest with myself for a change.”
She turned back to face Taro again more, seeing a smirk on his face. He shook his head before he also stood up. “Well I guess I better be a little honest with myself too.”
“What do you mean? Is there someone you like too?”
Taro rubbed the back of his neck. “Yes. Do you remember Yuki? Yuki Amane?”
“Oh yeah, Yuki! She was president of the photography club, she’s great.” Y/N’s eyes suddenly lit up as she put it all together. “You like her, don’t you?”
“Turns out she works the same gig I do, she’s on the floor just above where I work.”
Y/N crossed her arms and smirked back at him, as he had done a few seconds earlier. “Is that so? Well I wish you luck, good sir.”
“Thanks, you too.”
Y/N’s face relaxed while she uncrossed her arms. “I hope this means we can stay friends.”
Taro nodded. “I don’t see why not.”
Y/N opened her arms out toward him. “Friends?”
He stepped forward to wrap his arms around her midsection and she did the same. “Friends.”
They took a second to enjoy the embrace then stepped back to look at each other, a smile and a light chuckle coming from them both.
“I’ll see you around, Taro.” Y/N bid farewell taking a few steps away, getting ready to leave the small park they’d been standing in.
Taro waved. “I’ll see you around.”
And with that Y/N took off down the sidewalk with only one destination in mind.
With a tired huff, Atsumu reached down to the bench where his towel was lying. He pulled the soft material up to his face and wiped away all the sweat rolling down his forehead and cheeks.
They had just finished up practicing, and everyone had taken a moment to catch their breath.
Wondering what time it was exactly, Atsumu picked up his phone watching the screen lit up as he did. However, the first thing his eyes landed on was not the time, but the picture of him and Y/N.
He remembered the day they took this photo; it was after an official match in their second year of highschool. Y/N had never been to a volleyball game so he invited her, and he swore as soon as he saw her up in the stands he felt his body surge with energy and he worked to his peak performance.
They won by a landslide to which the coach took them out for dinner, and Y/N ended up going with them. The entire rest of the night Y/N stuck by his side, joking and laughing along with the team and clearly enjoying herself.
Atsumu’s lips tilted up in a small smile before it disappeared upon realizing that was the only time he had her to himself.
“You have to stop doing that.” A voice suddenly spoke up. It startled Atsumu out of his daze, head snapping to his left; Sakusa was currently sitting there with a typical scowl on his face.
Atsumu huffed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He whipped his head away, setting his phone down before continuing to wipe himself down with his towel.
Hinata and Bokuto came jogging over as well, each of them picking up their respective towels.
“Was he staring at his phone again?” Hinata asked in between panted breaths.
“Yes. The idiot won’t stop dozing off.” Sakusa grimaced, taking a drink from his water bottle.
Atsumu flopped down, making sure to keep a good few feet away from Sakusa. “Didn’t think you paid any attention to me, Kiyoomi-san.”
“I don’t, but you’ve been laying it on rather thick as of late.” Sakusa pointed out.
Then Bokuto chimed in. “You should just go for it, man. Tell Y/N that you like her!”
“I can’t do that!” Atsumu objected, his eyes staring up at the rest of the players. “Y/N’s got a boyfriend, and as much as I want to…”
He went silent for a second as he contemplated his next words. “I can’t interfere with her relationship. Not if she’s happy.”
Hinata and Bokuto slowly look over to each other, a knowing nod being shared between them. “Wow, you really have it bad.” Hinata spoke up casually.
Before Atsumu could say anything else another voice entered the gym. “Hey guys!”
All the players whipped their heads over to the source of the voice only to see Y/N walking over to them with a smile.
“Y/N!” Hinata and Bokuto shouted at the same time as they rushed over to her.
First Hinata was the one to envelop Y/N in a hug to which she returned with a smile, then Bokuto picked her up in a hug only to spin her around. She let out a giggle as she hugged him back.
“Bokuto! I’m gonna get dizzy!”
He soon set her down, the trio smiling and laughing with one another. “It’s been so long since we’ve seen you!” Bokuto said cheerily.
“It’s been a couple of weeks.” Y/N rolled her eyes at his comment.
“A couple weeks too long.” Atsumu suddenly spoke up, now standing behind the trio; his arms opened out to her.
Y/N looked over at him, her smile growing as she quickly walked over to him and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.
He pulled her close to him, mimicking a bit from Bokuto’s spinning hug and lifted her a few inches off the ground.
They held each other a few seconds longer than the others did before pulling away, beaming at one another.
“So what brings you here, Y/N? I thought you had a date tonight.” Sakusa asked, eyes flicking to Atsumu to gauge his reaction.
He could see the faintest of grimaces ghostly Atsumu’s lips that he quickly hid behind a fake smirk.
Y/N took a step back from Atsumu to face Sakusa, taking a deep breath. “Well there was a… change of plans so I decided to come see you guys. And I thought that maybe we could hang out, if that’s okay?”
“Are ya kidding? Of course it’s okay. You think I’d hang out with these guys if you hadn’t shown up?” Atsumu jokingly mocked the guys, as he gestured to them with his thumb.
“Oh come on, Atsumu, we all know that we’re the only ones you hang out with.” Hinata nonchalantly pointed out to him, crossing his arms.
“We’re best friends man, don’t throw us to the curb!” Bokuto exclaimed, flinging an arm over his eyes as if to cover up his ‘teary eyes.’
Y/N laughed out loud at the two, her own eyes getting actually teary from the ridiculousness of the two.
“So what did you have in mind, Y/N?” Sakusa asked to draw attention away from the bumbling idiots.
“I thought we could pick up meat buns and drinks from the convenience shop down the block, then hang out at the nearest park.” She said in between fits of giggles and wiping the tears from her eyes.
Hinata and Bokuto pulled a 180, completely ignoring and rushing over in front of Y/N. “Meat buns?!”
“Whoo hoo!” Bokuto shouted, jumping into the air. Hinata had hopped up at the same time causing them to high five in mid air.
“Aww, what about me?” Atsumu chimed in.
Y/N scoffed at his question. “Atsumu, I said we, meaning all of us including you. Now hurry and get change, I wanna hurry and get some of those meat buns before they get cold.”
“She's right, guys! Let’s go!” Hinata shouted while already sprinting across the gym toward the locker room. Bokuto followed hot on his trail, and the two of them disappeared into the hallway.
“God, those two are so annoying sometimes.” Sakusa grumbled, walking out of the gym instead of running.
Now Atsumu and Y/N were the only ones in the gymnasium.
Atsumu stared at her fondly, admiring the small smile every present on her delicate features and when she looked back up at him, he forced his knees not to buckle right there and then.
“I uh..” He stammered a split second, then composed himself. “I’m really glad you’re here, Y/N. I missed ya.”
Her eyes narrowed in that fluffy and loving way as she peered up to him, “I missed you too.”
They kept their gaze on one another when Y/N lightly nudged him on the arm. “Now go get changed, or the others will leave without you.”
“Alright, alright…” He laughed as he finally made his way out.
Y/N opted to wait in the lobby of the gym, scrolling through her phone at pictures on Pinterest. She waited probably about twenty minutes when the conglomerate voices of the MSBY players came rushing down the hall.
As soon as they’d caught a glimpse of each other, they broke off in an excited tizzy, bursting out the doors and heading the street, all except for Sakusa who kept as calm as ever as they headed to the convenience store.
It took only a couple of minutes to reach the store; they grabbed their meat buns and drinks then headed out. Y/N made sure to pay for each one of them, at the behest of the team who kept insisting that they could pay for themselves.
However, Y/N was having none of it. She reasoned that since she was the one to suggest they hang out, she should be the one to buy the snacks.
They weren’t satisfied with that, but they let her buy them anyway, saying they’d pay her back.
Y/N shook her head. After that, they walked to the park in even less time as it was literally just a few steps away.
They chilled out at a wooden park table with the attached seats, joking around, playfully fighting with each other, talking about nothing and everything at the same time.
Nearly the entire time, Atsumu kept his eyes on Y/N, watching her every smile and attentive to every laugh she let slip. He enjoyed the conversation, clearly not ignoring his friends but he really loved being with her even if there were others around.
The fact they were friends somehow gave him the courage to just be himself around her.
This reminded him once again of their after match dinner; her first match and his first real love.
After a couple of hours, Sakusa was the first one to excuse himself from the gang. He said that they still had practice in the morning and he didn’t want to stay up late so he left shortly after saying so.
And with another half hour, the four of them decided they should probably start heading back too.
They headed out of the park, walking home, and still talking on the way. Y/N took note that Atsumu had been constantly standing next to her even now; it made her heart race.
“Yeah, I remember this one time Kageyama and I raced each other and we ran so far that we ended up getting lost.” Hinata admitted as he laughed at the memory.
Y/N snickered at the comment. “Yeah, that’s not surprising. You get lost a lot, Hinata.”
Bokuto bursted out laughing, and Hinata just looked back offended. “Hey! I don’t get lost all of the time, just… some of the time.”
“Face it, you have no sense of direction.” Atsumu teased, propping his hands on his hips.
They all stopped in the middle of the sidewalk as Hinata fully turned to face Atsumu, brows pinched in annoyance.
“That’s not what you say during official matches; you said I was you’re “go to man’!”
“Volleyball and real life are too different things. If you lose your direction in volleyball, you could just earn the point back, but if you get lost in the real world, you could end up in an entirely different prefecture.” Atsumu continued to tease causing Y/N to giggle into her hand as she tried to keep quiet.
“What do you know about ‘real life,’ Atsumu? The only real life thing you’ve ever done is move out of your parent’s house.”
Atsumu loudly huffed at her. “Don’t say that, I’m a famous athlete. That counts!”
Y/N patted him on the shoulder, “But only a few individuals actually become as famous as you all have, so no, I’m afraid it doesn’t.”
“Fine. Whatever.” Atsumu pouted, crossing his arms as he turned his head away from her.
Suddenly, a loud ringing came from Bokuto’s phone. He ripped his phone out from his pocket to look at the shining screen.
“Oh crap, I forgot I set an alarm.” He mumbled out.
“Since when do you set alarms for yourself, Bokuto?” Y/N asked who looked most surprised, and slightly impressed.
Bokuto nodded, pressing a button to shut off the loud noise. “Yeah, since I have a hard time getting to bed on time, Akaashi recommended I start setting alarms to remind myself that I need sleep to survive.”
Y/N bobbed her head up and down in silent acknowledgement of what he was saying. “That’s… that’s actually awesome, man. I’m so proud of you!”
He bashfully grinned, resting his hands on his hips. “Thank you!”
Then Bokuto relaxed, arms falling back to his sides. “Anyway, I need to get going so I’ll see you guys later.”
Y/N and Atsumu bid him farewell but were shouted over top of by Hinata. “Wait, Bokuto! I left my lunch box at your place, can I come over and grab it real quick?”
“Oh yeah, I forgot about that; yeah, sure you can.”
“Thanks, man.” The two began to walk off when Hinata turned back to Y/N. “Oh hey, Y/N, do you want us to walk you home? I know your place isn’t far from here.”
Atsumu peered down at Y/N, anticipating what she was gonna say and prayed that she would say no. Except he knew that was unlikely, most times when Hinata or Bokuto or both of them asked if she wanted company back home, she always said-
“No thanks, I’m gonna stick around with Atsumu for a little while longer. I wanted to talk to him about something.”
The fake blonde’s eyes nearly popped out of skull when those words left her mouth; he silently wondered if he was in trouble somehow that made Y/N want to talk to him alone.
His mind was then desperately thinking of everything he had done over the past few weeks, trying to remember anything that could’ve upset her.
However, his friends had a different reaction; they cast knowing looks at each other, a smirk growing on each of their faces but trying to hide it (not so subtly).
Hinata was the first to speak after that. “Oh, okay~ Well you have yourselves a good night then.”
Then Bokuto, “Don’t let us keep you from spending a little time together. Alone.”
And with much giggling amongst themselves, they walked away, leaving Y/N and Atsumu alone.
“They really lay it on thick, don’t they?” Y/N pointedly asked.
“Y-yeah, they do.” He swallowed thickly, a sudden nervousness enveloping his body.
Y/N rubbed Atsumu’s shoulder, “There’s no need to be so nervous, you’re not in trouble or anything.”
She could see him visibly relax. “Can’t help it, whenever Hinata and Bokuto asked to walk you home, you’ve always said yes. You don’t usually want to talk alone.”
Y/N’s smile faded as she was reminded of what she’d been planning to do all night. “Well what I’m about to say I don’t want anyone else to hear but you.”
“What do you mean?”
Y/N took several steps forward, away from Atsumu's side, and took a deep breath to steady her nerves. She closed her eyes, searching for some kind of comfort for her rapidly beating heart, finding none and her brain instead pushing her to just say it.
“Um..you know I-uh..I broke up with my boyfriend tonight.”
Atsumu’s mouth fell open and eyes opened wide at her confession.
The first thought his brain jumped to was that now he had a chance to be with her, to be there for her like he always wanted but as soon as that thought crossed in mind it was immediately pushed out.
The logical side of himself, as small as it might have been, suddenly shouted at the top of its lungs. He couldn’t actually be considering moving in on her when she trusted him enough to tell him about her break-up.
She had to be vulnerable right now, and what kind of person takes advantage of someone like that.
So Atsumu swallowed his desire, and forced out the only thing that he could think of. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
Without turning around Y/N nodded, eyes staring at the starry sky. “Yeah, I’m okay, but in all honesty that’s not what I wanted to talk about.”
“Then what did you want to talk about?”
Finally, she turned around, a stark smile contrasting the current topic. “The reason why we break-up. And the reason is you.”
If he wasn’t shocked before he definitely was now. His face went from shocked to joy to confusion.
What did that mean?
“I-I don’t understand.” The usually charismatic volleyball player stuttered out.
“I know that this may seem totally random, but I need to tell you. I’ve been in love with you for a while.” Y/N confessed, eyes feeling as though they were glued to his frozen body.
“The funny thing is that I didn’t even realize it, I mean maybe on some level I did, but it wasn’t until recently that I figured what it was my true feelings were.” Her hands became sweaty, lungs finding it difficult to capture any oxygen.
“I am sorry for not saying anything sooner, but I had found comfort in Taro, and was content with him, but he wasn’t the one I loved. It was you, Atsumu.” She couldn’t help the enormous smile spreading across her lips when she got all the words out.
“It was always you and I want to be with you. If you’ll have me.”
Atsumu continued to stand there completely frozen by the sudden admission of her love for him.
He heard what she said, understood it, however it was like he couldn’t process it all at once. For a moment, he considered the possibility that he was asleep right now and he’d wake up back in his bed with disappointment floating in his chest because honestly! How often had he imagined this exact scenario?
Y/N standing in front of him, telling him that he was the one she wanted as he wanted her. Too many to count.
But it was real, and when Y/N’s smile faded he knew he needed to do something.
“Atsumu? Are you okay?”
Her voice finally knocked him out of his stupor causing him to blink a few times, and close his mouth.
His golden eyes trailed over her figure for a few seconds and then he was racing toward her.
The abrupt movement startled Y/N for a moment, but before she knew it Atsumu was cupping her face in his hands and pulled her into him with one swift motion.
Their lips molded together like clay, a missing piece to the puzzle finally coming together to complete the picture.
Y/N relaxed as the warmth from his lips flowed through her body, her hands coming up to hold his face in return and the soft texture of his skin left her head spinning.
God, if she’d known this is what it would’ve been like to kiss him, she would have confessed earlier.
Atsumu continued to excitedly move his lips in sync with Y/N, every second, every sensation making his heart thunder in his ears.
This felt so right, like a part of who he was had now come back to make him whole again.
After a few glorious seconds of kissing, they pulled away leaving a wet smack of their departing lips in their wake.
They heaved out a couple of panted breaths and then beamed at each other, a soft laugh echoing between them.
“Fuck. You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” Atsumu admitted, with no bashfulness to be found.
“I think I have an inkling.” That caused Atsumu to lean down and peck her cheek, hands falling from her face to rest on her back.
“I can’t believe this is happening right now.” The volleyball player said as he took a deep breath.
Y/N placed her hands to his broad shoulders. “Me either, but I’m glad it is.”
“Yeah, for sure.”
They stayed silent for a moment when Atsumu spoke again.
“I hope you realize what you’ve gotten yourself into because I’m never letting you go.” He said as he pushed a loose strand of hair from Y/N’s cheek.
She giggled. “Oh I’m counting on it, mister big shot athlete.”
He swiftly stepped to the side, wrapping one arm around her shoulders. “And I’m going to be taking you on so many dates; gotta make up for lost time.”
They began to walk down the sidewalk once more, Y/N happily holding onto his arm as they did. “I look forward to it.”
(人◕‿◕) 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 (•◡•) - matchup for @tatiquichi
matched with nishinoya yuu
omg no one can convince me that this kiyoko simp boy will not simp for you either
just sits near you the library for AGES and plans out the best way to introduce himself to you
THE PLAN PROBABLY WORKED BETTER IN HIS HEAD
"you know, i've noticed you around and just wanted to say you look very pretty today-"
"sorry, who are you?" 💀💀💀
nishinoya as a boyfriend omg
just says the cheesiest stuff. not to see you blush. not to boost your ego. says you're pretty when you doll up for your first date because he seriously just finds you pretty
DEADLY protective and loyal. his teammates' glances can linger for a moment longer and noya will be jumping down their throats
a lot of fun exchanges over texts + sending selfies to each other when you miss each other. noya smiling at his phone? that's probably your doing
BIG on pda!! unashamed when he's giving you pecks on the back of your hand and holding you close to him in front of everyone
lets you choose the next colour he dyes his bangs
your friends = his friends. his friends = your friends. he's that kind of guy.
the type to surprise you with flowers and your favourite desserts on important dates. tried to bake said dessert but that didn't go so well, so he just went to a bakery to get it
TRAVELLING THE WORLD tgt !!! going backpacking and seeing the world together. sharing a hotel bed, hiking mountains together and comparing beers around the world
secretly blushes when you snuggle into him when yall share a bed. thanks god he met you when you guys dip your feet into the warm ocean at the other side of the world. true soulmates vibes.
a/n: elena!!! hope you liked this matchup and thanks for making my day better! your ask was so sweet (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) you're also really pretty !!
// photo credits belong to owners. artist of middle icon is d+con !!
Don't Tell the Team 👀
I Have A Crush On One of Them
Msby x Gender Neutral Manager
A/N: This is part 1 of a request from @trashfox also I know I messed up the "receipt" message Sakusa pulled but but pretend I didn't ok!
(aka iwaizumi hajime’s arms)
that’s it. that’s the tweet.
summary: iwaizumi and you share a laugh over ice cream.
(this happened during high school era! my fav <3 )
warnings: this is my first time posting my writing and i wrote this at 3 am. please don’t take it seriously. also a little itty bit of implied nsfw at the end if you squint, but it’s majorly fluff.
tags: childhood best friends to lovers and mutual pining (does neighbor to lovers count?)
tbh i really wrote this for the ending. so the parts leading up to it are pretty nonsensical and humorous.
it’s a hot summer day and you and iwaizumi walk to the grocery store to buy ice cream. being neighbors and childhood friends, the two of you practically do everything together. which is why after buying the cold sweet treats, the two of you head to your “secret hideout”.
a long time ago you had discovered a large willow tree out of sight of any passerby’s, and deemed it a secret hideout. naturally, being close friends with iwaizumi lead you to sharing your finding with him. the two of you often hid there and played with action figures. iwaizumi was usually godzilla, and you often played as king kong. each battle had a different outcome, and neither of you had any clue who was going to win until the final move. recently, neither of you brought the action figures. you were both in the third year of high school, so you didn’t play with them as often. only occasionally.
most days, the two of you liked to talk and joke about the most random things. perhaps a neighbor was opening her mailbox while wearing pajamas with ducks on them. maybe one of you had spotted two children wearing a large trench coat trying to enter the movies. not all conversations were about the people living in the same city, but a lot of them were.
today, the two of you are joking about a little girl who bit into a lemon at the grocery store earlier.
“i saw her picking up a lemon when her dad’s back was turned, and she bit into it! and she made the funniest face. it looked like-,” iwaizumi says scrunching his face.
you laugh really hard at the face he’s making and try to imagine what the girl must’ve looked like.
“and when her dad turned around he didn’t see the lemon at first so he looked like a fish out of water trying to figure out what was happening!” iwaizumi laughs while imitating the confused dad.
seeing iwaizumi open and close his mouth repeatedly made you laugh so hard you start shaking. your stomach hurts from laughing so you lightly punch iwaizumi in the arm as revenge.
he feels something cold touch his arm so he stops and looks down. you notice him pausing so you look down as well. iwaizumi is wearing a tank top and there on his bare arm is a smear of ice cream. you forgot you were holding ice cream when you punched him since you were laughing so hard.
“oh my bad! did we get any napkins?”
“no, we didn’t.”
you panic and use the only solution you can think of at the moment. you lick the ice cream off his arm.
the two of you short circuit. there’s no way that you just did that. no way. you were hallucinating. totally.
iwaizumi on the other hand was still processing what just happened. his mind is blank before it floods with thoughts. his best friend -no, his crush- of who knows how long just licked his arm. he’s not sure if you like him back the way he does, but he prays you do. did you not know what you were doing to him?
“oh my god. im so sorry. i shouldn’t have. what was i thinking??” you ramble.
“hey, it’s ok,” he responds in a calm voice. in a quieter one he adds on, “i kinda liked it.”
your eyes open widely; you had heard what he whispered. although flustered, you tease him back.
“it sure tasted nice. your arms are so yummy.”
➜ Pairing: Multi character x reader
➜ Warnings: Fem!reader, mentions of weed and alcohol, reader is drunk, themes of depression, fluffy ending, not properly proofread
➜ Word Count: 0.6k
➜ Notes: reader is in a bikini btw
“Why don’t you get in with me?” you asked, your words slurring together as you spoke. You grabbed his hand and attempted to pull him into the water with you. The pool water rippled around you as you moved, the pool lights giving it a beautiful glow. He sat on the edge of the pool with his pants rolled up, legs dipped in the water that came up just below his knees. Your phone was next to him, a tune played from it quietly filling the silence of the night, and beside it sat a nearly empty bottle of margarita.
“What happened?” he asked you, not budging from where he sat. You frowned at his question and his refusal to get into the water with you, letting go of his hand. You could feel his disapproval of this situation and worry for you through his words.
“What do you mean? Can a girl not drink for fun now a days?” you drawled, unable to concentrate on him very well with so much alcohol in your system. He shook his head at your words, he knew you, and he knew that you only got like this when things were getting bad again. You never seemed to turn to him though, always turning to substances instead.
He moved the bottle of margarita out of your reach as you went to take it, “You’ve had enough for the night.” He pulled you back towards him and you pouted but obliged. Sitting on the pool step under him so that you were in between his legs and resting your head on his thigh. You listened to what he had to say as he ran his fingers through your wet hair.
“You can always talk to me you know,” he started, “you don’t have to do everything alone. I’ll always be here for you to talk; I’m not going anywhere. Whatever you need me to do to help you I’ll do.” You huffed at his words but still nodded and he sighed turning his gaze away from you and closing his eyes. He wished so badly that you would talk to him, that you would confide in him and allow him to help you. Instead, you consistently shut him out every time things got bad, showing him no signs until he came home to empty alcohol bottles littering the floor, like tonight, or rolling paper and a half empty bag, and sometimes bags, of weed on the table.
You tugged on his shirt to bring his attention back to you, looking up at him you spoke in a soft whisper, “Dance with me please.” He hesitated at your request but agreed after a moment, stripping off his shirt as you stood and then getting into the water next to you. You hired up the volume, on your phone and took his hand, leading him deeper into the seemingly luminescent water.
Turning back around when you felt like you were far enough, you wrapped your arms around his neck, and he placed his hands on your bare waist. You let him guide your movements, swaying back and forth to the soft beat coming from your phone speaker. You leaned your head against his chest, your eyes sliding shut as you did your best to concentrate on his heart beat and a drunken smile made its way across your face as you heard its steady rhythm and felt him press a kiss to your head. You did your best not to fall asleep but eventually you gave into the tiredness that the alcohol had brought you.
Anakin Skywalker, Obi wan Kenobi, Iwaizumi Hajime, Akaashi Keji, Itachi Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake
hey hey ducky congrats on your milestone! i finally got around to this! (love how cute this is btw). can i have an order decorated with wrapping paper? i’d like dark chocolate (reader x kuroo) with an all square shape and caramel, pecans, and cocoa cream. :) tysm <3
When you had sat down for your first chemistry class of the year, you had never expected to meet him. You didn’t expect any of it, really. The way his stupid smug grin made you smile. The way he tried to desperately hide his flushed cheeks. The way his eyes lightly closed when he smiled, or how you caught them sneaking glances at your paper to make sure you weren’t struggling.
He was Tetsuro Kuroo, Nekoma graduate, ex-captain of the volleyball team, cheeky and intimidating bastard. At least, that’s what many said about him. As the semester deepens, so did your bond with your lab partner.
You didn’t see his sarcastic and snide quips when he was ticked off. Instead, you saw a sweet guy, who stuck his tongue out whenever he got something right and you didn’t. You saw the guy who brought you a new treat to try whenever he passed the bakery on campus. You saw the guy with horridly adorable pick up lines.
You didn’t see Tetsuro Kuroo, you saw Tetsu’.
It wasn’t a surprise when he asked you to be his partner, nor was it a surprise when you said yes. Just like your friendship, a relationship with him was just natural.
He always made sure to fit you into his schedule, and you doing the same. On your free afternoons, you went on dates. Today’s date, however, would forever be engraved in your mind.
Your boyfriend had taken you out to the front lawn for a picnic. He set out all of your favorite foods, a soft blanket, and his portable speaker. Kuroo told you to wait for him by the science center, and he raced to make it there on time.
“Phew! Made it!” He chirped, wrapping an arm around your waist, “I was worried I would’ve made you wait.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle at him, “I can stand to wait for five minutes, Tetsu’.”
“Not in this heat.” Kuroo quipped, outstretching his arm. “Here, take my hand. I have a surprise for you.”
You obliged with a tinge of amusement coursing through you. “If I’m about to be led to the library for a study date, I just might yell.”
“No, no, I promise you’ll love it.”
The front lawn was empty, save for the little set-up that your boyfriend had made. He sat down and patted the ground across from him. “I got your favorite sandwich from the store yesterday. Sorry, it may be a little dry.” He offered you a neatly wrapped sandwich with a shy grin.
You smiled warmly, taking the wrapped item into your hands. “It’s perfect, thank you Tetsu’.”
The two of you sat in comfortable silence, albeit the speaker was gently humming your favorite song. The environment was quiet, but windy. It was truly peaceful…
That is… until the strangest thing happened.
You had set down a piece of bread, in the event that some birds came nearby. Ignoring it, you began to talk to your lover about everything that had been happening in classes that week.
You turned to pick up your bread, but froze in the process, gaping at it.
Kuroo took notice of this. “What’s on your mind?”
You blinked and looked around with a furrowed brow. What in the hell had happened? Where did your bread go?
“Sweetheart?“ your love asked again, “(Y/N), you’re scaring me. What-“
“Oh my god… Tetsuro look.”
When your boyfriend turned to the direction of your finger, he was met with your piece of bread. How had it gotten there? That’s what he saw next. He saw an army of tiny ants marching underneath the bread. The two of you stared at the scene, flabbergasted.
“I-“ you sputtered in shock, “I thought that only happened in movies.”
“S-So did I…” Kuroo replied, looking back at you.
When your eyes met, the two of you couldn’t help but to break out into boisterous laughter. So much for feeding the birds…
The laughter died down, and Kuroo scooched next to you to put his arm around you. “Poor baby.” he cooed as you rested your head on his shoulder.
“Don’t tease me.” You whined, “I really wanted to feed the birds.”
“That’s okay. I still have some of-“
Before he could finish his sentence, Tetsuro looked at his empty plate, finally registering the missing sandwich.
“Ants took that one too, didn’t they?” You murmured.
“They did.” Your lover hummed, kissing your forehead. “Animals really must not like us.”
“That they do not, Tetsu’.”
10 things to love about atsumu
he's always so carefree. atsumu never seems to take anything seriously, even laughing at the letter "p" once because it was a homonym to "pee".
he's comforting to be around. every time you were around him, you found yourself relaxing in his presence. you could never feel uncomfortable around him.
he embraces his inner child. atsumu acts like an overgrown sixth grader, always excited about the little things. he did have a dirty mind, but his personality was (mostly) pure.
his caring nature. atsumu never does anything to intentionally hurt someone, and he doesn't see the point in hating or holding a grudge against someone. "you'll forget about it eventually, so it's not such a big deal now".
he's always thinking ahead. atsumu never limits himself by thinking about the past, choosing instead to focus on what he can do in the moment to prepare for the future.
he's perceptive. atsumu always noticed when something was off, and although he never pointed it out directly, he would go out of his way to comfort you and cheer you up.
he's respectful. never in your life have you heard atsumu say an insensitive thing. never. he's always held a lot of respect and love in his heart for everyone—unless they do something to piss him off (which isn't easy).
everyone loves him. atsumu is the life of the party: he's the definition of a social butterfly and has people around him at all times. old ladies love him, moms swoon over him in the grocery store, people are constantly asking him for his number, and the children on the playground always want to play with him.
his laughter is contagious. there is never a dull moment when you're with atsumu. his sense of humor is top tier, and he never fails to make you laugh until your stomach hurts and tears are leaking out of your eyes.
he always knows what to say. that one night you impulsively confessed your deepest secret to atsumu? he was there with you the entire night, offering words of encouragement and comfort. "you're not disgusting. I find you to be the most admirable person I know."
Hello! I have a request if you don’t mind, can you please write about reader was pregnant with her boyfriend and he leaving her because the baby they were expecting was a girl and he only wanted a boy, so one day she meets her high school ex boyfriend again and they get together eventually and raise the baby girl together. Maybe a few of them have their own kids as well.
I was thinking that maybe you can write for sakusa, hinata, oikawa, sugawara and kuroo if it’s okay. If you wanna pick any other characters there’s not problem w that. Hope you’re doing well and have a nice day
Another question. Do you also write for jujutsu kaisen? Or any other anime besides the ones in your masterlist?
Hi hon!!!I can definitely write this for you!!!(I interpreted as the baby’s bio dad isn’t like sakusa!!) also I’m assuming you sent the MHA ask too!(if you do send multiple requests you can use a little emoji so I know who you are!! You don’t have to though!) I hope you’re having a good day too!!
Ok to adress the jjk and other animes!! I do write for jjk and I would love if someone sent a request for Toji like I would foam at the mouth and love you forever!!! Idk if I’d write for megumi though so🤷bestie I see you requested inumaki now😭😭he’s super cute too!!!(sorry I subject you guys to my thirst over single dads😞😞)also if you have another anime you want me to write for just let me know, send me an ask and I’ll let you know if I do or not!!(I don’t write demon slayer or Tokyo revengers though I haven’t watched them!)
Tw~ everything in the ask plus being a single mom! Idk what else guys read with caution because this isn’t tagged to great!!(it’s not angsty!)
When he’d seen you again in the little cafe he’d assumed you must be like wine only getting better with time, when the tiniest little mini you toddles up to the table he thinks he might melt into your hands.
From the moment he first saw you even in highschool he was whipped for you, he hated that his dad had forced him to breakup with you. In the end Kiyoomi ended up divorced at 27, all because of the marriage his dad had gotten him into and he couldn’t help but wish he was married to you.
So of course he doesn’t miss a beat when he gets the chance to marry you.
At the wedding the first gift you open is a small box of adoption paper work just needing your signature.
From than on Kiyoomi had promised to never be like his dad and he kept that promise as he raised your little girl as the ultimate little princess as he sat in tutus for tea parties with her.
He was certainly shocked. Tobio, or better phrased your daughter uncle had walked out with your precious baby on his shoulder. Shoyo couldn’t her face quite exactly, that was until you emerged from the crowd giggling yourself.
Looking back as Shoyo gently rocks his recliner with his foot, your precious little daughter curled up at his side while he pats the new baby’s bottom.
Your daughter had been so excited to become a sister that Shoyo felt proud. She told him she’d wanted to be just like her daddy and her aunt Natsu!
Hinata thinks that maybe loosing you allowed you to find yourselves and that he’s alright with the way things turned out…
The minute he saw you in the mix of everyone he knew he couldn’t loose you again grabbing your wrist gently to ask if you could talk when you’d turned you had an adorable little baby girl bundled up in pink and white blankets.
Oikawa had stepped up the moment you forgave him, not wasting anytime, and before you knew it he’d worked his way back into your life.
You were glad he’d made his way back to you. You think as you sit on the porch, hand on your swollen tummy as Oikawa pushes both your daughter and son on the swing hanging from the tree you’d had your first kiss under.
He’d found you again through your daughter who you brought to the daycare.
He was incredibly excited when he saw your face and from there he knew he just had to wait a year to get back together, because you know conflict of interest and stuff.
So when you laid out the adoption papers your eight year old standing behind you as you hold your son on your hip he breaks down crying.
Of course he loved her as his own but to want it to be official???
When you’d told him after getting back together you had a daughter he was excited. He’d always wanted a baby!!! So when he sees the cutest little eight month old baby sat on the floor of your living room as she giggles wildly he vows to never leave your little family whether you liked it or not, he was going to look out for you.
And only a month in when you get home from work, you come into your daughter standing against his chest as she giggles. He stares up at her wide eyed as her chunky legs wobble as they support the weight of her little body.
You smile happily as you rush over to congratulate her telling Kuroo animatedly about how she was standing for the first time.
This may not be what you wanted and I’m sorry for that😭😭 tysm for requesting if you want to see anything else pls let me know id love to write it!!(also pls request dad!Toji with megumi because I want to write that so bad pls let me get a request for that🙏🙏)Anywho!!(if you want me to write anything besides jjk just send me an ask so I can tell you if I write for it!!)
I'VE HAD A THOUGHT!!!!
SO we all know how in fanfics for Haikyuu!!, the reader or interest or whoever is always some person that may or may not know about volleyball, the team manager, or from the opposing school/team.
YOU MISSED ONE!
Scorekeepers are not refs, they are people sitting on some designated bench with the flip chart marking down the scores on a sheet.
YOU NEED SCOREKEEPERS FOR VOLLEYBALL
SO! WHAT IF- WHAT IF-
IT'S VOLLEYBALL SEASON Y'ALL I GOTTA START WRITING FOR HAIKYUU. (i still write for twst but multi-fandom y'know?)
SO WHAT IF I START AND READER IS A SCOREKEEPER FOR ONCE IN THEIR LIVES INSTEAD???
(Side Note: I'm actually learning how to scorekeep, I've only done it once before and I was doing the flip chart and I almost got hit in the face because boys-)
𝐖𝐇𝚬𝚴 𝐘𝚶𝐔 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝚰𝐑𝚻 𝐅𝚶𝐑 𝚻𝐇𝚬 𝐅𝚰𝐑𝐒𝚻 𝚻𝚰𝐌𝚬
ft. bokuto, tsukishima, iwaizumi, akaashi
cw: 18+ mdni, squirting (obvi), unprotected sex, allusions to overstimulation, oral (f receiving, fingering
a/n: just a quick little something for y'all (repost on new blog)
at this point, you lost track of how many times he'd already made you cum. it was all you could do to grip the sheets while he held onto your hips, legs resting on his shoulders as he fucked roughly into you. his thick cock stretched your pussy, hitting every spot to have your toes curling.
he's focused, eyes trained on the way your pussy sucks him in with every thrust. it was the same look he had whenever he spiked a ball. you were on the cusp of yet another orgasm. he could tell, too. the grip he had on your hips tightened, his pace getting ever so slightly quicker.
"come on, baby, give me one more."
you moaned, unable to get any words out. so consumed in your pleasure, you failed to notice the difference in your impending orgasm until it was too late. you were squirting all over his chest and stomach, coating even your own thighs. it dripped down his body.
he pulled out of you, the hold on your hips slackening. "if you had to pee you could have said something."
heat flared in every inch of your face, hands coming up immediately to cover it. you had to pretend he didn't exist for a moment in order to get your bearings again. explaining to him that you didn't pee on him was not what you had planned for the night.
he's always been pretty plain in bed. rarely deviating from missionary and keeping the same pace. sure he'll spice it up a little bit from time to time, but you wanted him to let loose. it took some time to get him comfortable with the idea. and you didn't regret it.
with your legs pressed up near your head, he was hitting spots he'd never even come close to before. his thrusts were faster, rougher. it wasn't long until you were seeing stars. it seemed it was having a similar effect on him, as well, if the string of swears and groans was anything to go by.
you gripped onto his forearms, nails digging crescents into his skin. your former vanilla boyfriend was now wholly relentless. never slowing for even a moment. never faltering as your pussy squeezed around him. that's when you felt it. a budding orgasm with something else lurking within it.
before you could say anything, a moan erupted out of you as you came. you felt something releasing from you, but only distantly caring until the height of your pleasure subsided. it was only then that you realized what had happened. your squirt coated the plane of his stomach and yours. had stopped his thrusts, looking blankly down at you.
"warn me next time," he said. his words were sharp but the twitch of his cock was unmistakable. you really didn't regret anything.
in all the time you've been together, not once had he made you squirt. he made it own personal goal to make you. a nice challenge--that he eventually forgot about. that is, until tonight.
in front of a mirror on the floor, you were on your hands and knees, barely able to hold yourself up as he was pounding into you. he loved taking you from behind. it allowed to play with the soft flesh of your ass. but he also loved watching your face as you fell apart beneath him. this was his genius solution.
you were a moaning mess as he hit that one spot repeatedly. your arms were shaking with the effort to keep yourself upright. the tightness in your core built up, along with another semi-familiar feeling. you tried to warn him, but the words died on your tongue as he slammed his hips into you. it was the last push you needed.
your orgasm washed over you, accompanied by a rush of liquid. his thrusts paused as he watched you in the mirror, collapsing onto your forearms. his cock throbbed in your tight walls. he groaned at the sight.
a moment later he was picking up his rough pace again. he snaked an arm around your waist, holding you up. "shit, baby, do that again."
having finally realized his goal, he wasn't going to stop anytime soon. it would be a while before he was fully satisfied.
he came home from a long at the office, and all he wanted was to relieve was a bit of his stress. that was how you found yourself with him between your thighs, your hands buried in his hair.
he alternated between sucking on your clit and giving it little licks. his slender fingers curled inside your pussy. he wasn't in any rush tonight, taking his time with bringing you to your high. it was torturous for you. you were so close to that edge, needing just a little more to get there. it took a good amount of begging to get him to increase the speed of his fingers.
when he finally did, the force of your orgasm surprised even you. squirting on lower half of his face. but he didn't pull away, didn't stop the movement of his fingers until your trembling body calmed down. he wiped his face clean and looked up at you.
"i'm sorry," you said, covering your face with your arms. it was too much to even look at him. "i'm sorry."
he crawled up the length of your body, gently moving your arms away from your face. he placed a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. "don't apologize," he whispered, kissing the other corner of your lips. "you're so pretty when you cum for me."
𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 (𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄): 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔
ও rating. explicit
ও summary. when hq men realize they want more.
cw/ tw. fem!reader, fwb to lovers, creampie, possessive behavior, friends to lovers, mating press, praise kink, phone sex, masturbation, accidental voyeurism, oral sex, slight humiliation, overstimulation, fingering, aided masturbation, pet names (ex. pretty girl, baby, sweetheart)
ও featuring. Atsumu, Bokuto, Sakusa, Hinata, Daichi
ও an. I'm obsessed with any kind of friends to lovers ^^ | m. list
He couldn’t tear his eyes off you as you moved above him—riding his cock like this would be the last time you’d ever feel it inside you. That thought twisted his insides, his fingers digging into your hips as if you might float away.
You could leave if you wanted, though, and he couldn’t stop you—it was how this uncomplicated arrangement between you two worked.
Still, he wanted to mold the shape of his cock inside your tight little cunt, to ruin you for anyone else who thought they even had a chance, to have his name be the first thing you think of when you cum. He wanted to make every part of you his.
He growled at the thought, gripping you tight to slam his hips up into you. “Fuck! Tell me who’s fucking you so good. Tell me who’s the only one that gets to make you cum.”
“You, Tsumu!” you sobbed, holding onto his biceps to keep yourself from falling against his chest. This had his balls drawing up tight, and he sucked in a breath to stop himself from cumming.
“That’s right, pretty girl,” he grunted. “I’m the only one who gets to see you like this. I’m the only one who gets to feel this sweet pussy.” He leaned up and took one of your nipples into his mouth, groaning when he felt you clench down on him.
“I-I’m gonna cum,” you choked out.
“Yeah?” His fingers circled over your clit as he shoved his cock deeper inside of you to take you there faster, nipping at the swell of your breast. “Fuck, give it to me, baby. Lemme feel it.”
“O-oh, Tsumu!” you gasped as you came, squeezing around him violently. It had him following after you, grinding his cock as far as it could go until he pulsed and filled you to the brim. There was so much that he felt it leak out of your little hole and drip down his balls, adding to the uncomfortable wet puddle forming beneath him.
He rolled away from the mess when you both caught your breath, his cock still tucked away between your wet thighs. You stroked his hair, nails lightly scratching his scalp, and he pressed his face into your chest.
“Sleep with me?” he asked, voice muffled.
You giggled, lightly tugging on his hair. “I probably need at least—”
“No,” he cut you off nervously, heat rising to his ears. “Just to sleep.”
At first, he was worried that maybe he should have kept his mouth shut when you didn’t say anything. But then you were tugging the blanket over both of you and continued running your fingers through his hair.
“If you steal the blankets, I’m kicking you off the bed,” you said after a moment.
Atsumu snorted, smiling against your breast. “But this is my bed.”
You hummed. “Yes, and I’ll do it anyway.”
He wasn’t sure when it happened or how long he’s had these feelings for you, but he couldn’t help how his chest gave this weird flutter when he saw you up in the stands, trying to cheer the loudest for him in a jersey that had his name on it.
A small part of him was terrified to admit his feelings, though, mainly because your friendship still felt so new, and he’d drunkenly sulked to Akaashi over the phone one night after a post-game party.
“There’s no way she likes me like that,” he said, which earned him a small sigh.
“Just tell her how you feel. What’s the worst that can happen? She doesn’t like you back but still wants to be friends?”
Bokuto wanted to say, “yes, exactly that,” but instead, he found himself nervously bouncing on the balls of his feet outside your apartment door thirty minutes later. It was only after a few seconds that he realized that you might not be awake or how horrible this idea was—
“Bo?” You propped the door against your hip, sleepily blinking at him. “Is everything okay?”
His eyes trailed over his old Fukurodani volleyball shirt that he let you borrow, down to your cute pink painted toes curling into your entry rug, and back up to your doe eyes slowly filling with concern.
“I’m in love with you,” he blurted with zero grace.
He’d expected you to laugh it off and tell him ‘nice one’ like you usually do when he made stupid jokes or awkwardly give him the we’re-only-friends spiel. However, nothing could have prepared him for when you dragged him into your apartment, telling him between needy presses of your lips that you had liked him for a while now.
Bokuto never thought he’d get to find out how you tasted or how you looked sprawled out underneath him with your soft thighs pressed against his chest and your eyes knocked back as he slowly split you open—your wet, tight cunt feeling like his own personal Eden.
His cock jerked at the sight of your pussy lips spread wide and taught around him, your little hole contracting, struggling to make him fit. No one had ever taken him all the way the first time, yet here you were, trying to hump up against him to bring him deeper.
And when he glanced up to see the cute faces you made once the last inch of his cock nudged its way inside your slick heat, his name dripping from the tip of your tongue like a prayer, he decided you were perfect.
“Holy—baby, fuck—you’re so pretty,” he groaned.
It started as somewhat of a relationship of convenience, if you could call it that: he’d desperately needed a roommate, and you needed a place to stay.
Sakusa never thought he’d get anything out of it because volleyball and school took up most of his time. Still, you managed to weasel your way into his life anyway, and after a year, he found that he still couldn’t shake you.
But he learned that being friends with you meant tolerating a lot of things: You liked to leave your shoes in front of the door where he tripped over them and took forever to order a simple iced-tea lemonade. Whenever you studied together, you absentmindedly clicked your pen until he had to wrap his hand around yours to get you to stop.
He hated that you stole his sweaters and tried to ignore how warm he felt when he’d catch you snuggling into them—looking so small in his clothes while thinking about you in ways a friend shouldn’t.
Some days you scolded him when he forgot to eat lunch and wore dresses that were too short when you’d drop food off for him at practice (he swore you did it on purpose).
It bothered him how he always caught Atsumu staring at your legs, and he'd wait until you weren't looking to bounce a ball against Atsumu's head to drag his attention off you.
Sakusa also hated the times he’d come home from practice to find your bedroom door cracked open, the sounds of you pleasuring yourself leaking into the hallway, and all he could do was stand there and listen.
Now he was fisting his cock to the thought of you (he was doing that a lot lately), straining to hear your soft whimpers through the paper-thin walls. He knew it wasn’t right or nearly as good as fucking you would be, but he couldn’t imagine that you actually wanted him to touch you like that.
You were roommates—maybe even friends—and it’d definitely make things awkward afterward.
But then, one night, you moaned his name, loud and clear enough for him to hear, and for once, he could no longer just listen.
He groaned into your sloppy cunt, better than anything he could have imagined—his mouth wet and shiny from the number of times he’d made you cum. Sakusa considered it punishment for making him wait so long when all this time you’ve been filling your needy hole with the thoughts of him.
Your legs slowly started to close around his head, but he slapped your thigh slightly, making you yelp in shock. “Keep them open. I’m not done yet.”
You whimpered. “I-I can’t—”
“No? Look at the mess you’re making,” he said, spreading you open with his thumbs to see his spit and your cum drip out of you, only smearing the wetness into your cunt after he was satisfied.
A cute moan dripped from your tongue, hips arching against the pressure between your legs. “Please.”
He looked up to you sternly, “give me one more.”
From the beginning, he swore it wouldn’t have worked. He’d be in a different country playing volleyball, and you’d still be here studying for your bachelor’s—two entirely contrasting plans that had no way of meeting in the middle. Plus, eight months was still a pretty good run, right?
Despite these odds, you both kept in touch anyway, which was easier to do than he thought. Hinata was surprised that the texts and calls never stopped, even if most days he was too tired to text you more than good morning or goodnight.
God, and he’d never admit it because it wasn’t very friend-like, but he looked forward to the pictures you sent.
His favorite one was of you laying on your bed in nothing but an oversized t-shirt. He couldn’t help but admire how gorgeous you looked—skin glowing and bright eyes shining so prettily into the camera. That one became his background.
He wasn’t even aware that a little over a year had passed before the date he returned to Japan steadily drew closer.
It wasn’t until the night before he was scheduled to board his flight that you’d accidentally sent a video of yourself playing with the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen—your fingers were so small, he wondered if they could even reach all of the sweet spots inside you. But then the following text confirmed that it was not, in fact, an accident: i miss u sho:(
He couldn’t believe this was happening. His heart thundered in his chest, and he reached down to palm his erection through his boxers—the fabric already getting wet and sticky with pre-cum.
“O-oh, fuck,” he hissed.
Another video popped up on the screen, and he eagerly opened it, groaning in his chest as he watched two of your fingers tease your entrance before slowly pressing inside. A breathy moan that sounded a lot like his name had him tugging down his boxers to fist his cock.
His thumb ran over his flushed tip while he hit play again on the video to listen to the slick sounds of you. And if he tried hard enough, he could faintly remember how you felt wrapped around him or how your eyes fluttered closed when you came.
He was leaking so much pre-cum that it started dripping down his fingers, easing the rough slide of his hand around his cock. Hinata sucked in a single shaky breath, replaying the part where you moaned his name.
“Baby, you’re going to make me cum. Holy shit!”
Your name fell from his lips with a low groan as he painted his stomach and his heaving chest in thick spurts of white—stroking until he felt empty and his thighs stopped shaking.
As his cum dried on his hand, he promised that the moment he landed back in Japan, the first thing he would do was see you. And before Hinata went to bed, he sent a picture of the mess he made for you, letting you know he missed you too.
When you’d first brought him over, Daichi had instantly known that he hated your new boyfriend—especially since he broke up with you only after two months of dating, and the reason behind it set his teeth on edge.
You were perfect and so sweet; how could he—
“He broke up with me because…I um…” You glanced down into your glass of beer, brows furrowed. “I couldn’t make him fit.”
He couldn’t help but think that your ex-boyfriend was an idiot once he had your back pressed up against his chest and trembling thighs spread over the top of his. Three of his thick fingers already worked deep inside of you, filling the room with filthy squelching sounds and your breathy moans.
His thumb carefully dragged over your clit, loving how you twitched in his arms. “See? Someone just needed to stretch your little pussy properly, huh?”
“Mhm.” You nodded, pressing yourself further into him, thighs butterflying open. “It feels so good.”
“Yeah? You’re so loose and wet. I bet my cock would slip right in.”
Your walls clenched and fluttered around him, and it took everything in him not to toss you onto the bed and fuck you into his sheets. “D-Daichi, can you fuck me? Please?”
It was hard to deny you when you asked so sweetly, but he couldn’t give you what you wanted—not yet. You whined when he pulled one of his fingers out. However, it cut off into a surprised squeak when he grabbed your smaller hand to bring it between your thighs.
“Put one of your fingers inside your pussy.”
You turned your head to look up at him, kiss-bitten lips pulled into a pout. “But—”
Teeth nipped your jaw as a warning. “Come on, be good for me.”
Slowly, you eased your finger in beside his with little pants of his name. His cock jumped against your back as he watched your cunt open up to suck in the intrusion. Then Daichi trapped your finger between his and curled them into your gummy walls, tearing a sharp cry from your chest—it made his stomach twist.
“You’re so gorgeous, sweetheart.” His words were raw, rumbling somewhere deep in his chest. “I’m gonna make you feel so good. So full. Better than your boyfriend ever could.”
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“Ahh!” panting, you came all over. While he lapped up your juices, he looks up at you as if he really wants to tell you something. Eyes glazed over from your high, you nod. “C-can I be your boyfriend?…” he crawls closer to you with his hands on your hips. “I can’t.. I can’t take this anymore..” he pouts, brows furrowed as if he’s going to cry. “I need more..” tears filled up his eyes, hovering over you—he’s face to face with you now. “I want to be the only one.. I want you to only be mine!”
bokuto koutarou, oikawa tooru, miya atsumu, manjiro sano/mikey, takemichi hanagaki, kazutora hanemiya, jean kirstein, bertholdt hoover
nsfw,, minors do not interact / gn!reader
he has such a tiny waist; you can’t help but wrap your arms around him every chance you get — and he absolutely loves it.
he loves when your arms wrap around his waist from behind while he cooks breakfast. he loves the feeling of your cold hands creeping up from under his shirt, and the little, almost inaudible exhale that leaves your lips.
he loves when your arms wrap around his waist from the side when he changes clothes. he loves how you feel on his bare skin, the warmth of skin on skin, unbeknownst to you, making him want you more.
he loves when your arms wrap around his waist at his front when you hug him at the door before he goes. he loves how you tightly squeeze his middle, hoping you can get him to stay.
and maybe he will stay, because the sultry way you say please just can’t get him to step any further. so he takes you right there, your back pressed against the door and your legs around his oh so tiny waist <3
KAMO CHOSO, geto suguru, fushiguro toji, nanami kento, kamo noritoshi, SUNA RINTARO, sakusa kiyoomi, tsukishima kei, kozume kenma, kageyama tobio, miya osamu
Don't tell the team 👀
I have a crush in one of them pt. 2
Featuring The Schweiden Adlers
Adlers x Gender Neutral Manager
A/N: This is part 2 of a request from @trashfox!
PICKING HIM UP AT THE AIRPORT
pairings: bokuto, ushijima, atsumu, hinata, and kenma
warnings: too much fluff, teeth rooting cuteness, small amount of cursing?
summary: you pick him up from the airport and he loves it and you
a/n: lets hope that these are good bc i don't know anyways enjoy! these are mostly proofread but i can't guarantee anything lol
You waited patiently with the occasional twitch coming from your fingers or the occasional pacing of your feet every couple of minutes across the airport floor. Strangers passed by with judgmental looks in their eyes, but you barely paid attention to them as your eyes focused on the crisp white airport gate in front of you.
Bokuto was coming back from a month-long training trip with the team, and you decided to surprise him by picking him up from the airport. Though the idea was nice at first, having to wait for him was difficult. It had felt like hours since you arrived and there was no real indication of when Bokuto was supposed to land. The only person you were relying on was Atsumu who told you an hour prior that they were close to landing and now it’s been almost forty-five minutes and no sign of his plane anywhere.
The skin around your thumbnail was becoming raw as your teeth picked at what little skin was left. The nerves in your body were buzzing at the thought of seeing Bokuto when his plane finally came into view, and they announced that they were landing. Your heart jumped to your throat forming a small lump as you take small steps towards the gate entrance hoping that he will see you in the crowd of people.
We both have been talking about this moment for the past month as Bokuto begged to come home early a week in claiming he missed you too much to function or to even train. You strictly told him that he couldn’t leave his team behind just for you which caused a long pouting session on the phone with promises to be fulfilled when he came back. The loud sound of a click rang through your ears as the gate finally opened releasing the team of Black Jackals to the cold air of the airport.
Someone in the distance of the gate was yelling out, “Out of the way! Gotta go see my little owl! Move out the way, Atsumu!”
A large smile spread across your cheeks as your eyes followed the cute boy with two-toned spiked hair, oblivious to the surroundings around him. In his rush, he barely noticed the small body that decided to step into his line of sight causing a small collision.
“Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t wat-,” he stopped mid-sentence as his honey eyes met yours causing a loud gasp to pass his lips with a large, bright smile to match.
“(Y/N)! You’re here! You’re actually here!” he cheers while his arms wrap around your waist adding a tiny spin. Giggle pass your lips as he twirls your body around the airport like it was only you two in the world.
“I’ve missed you so much, little owl,” he whispers into your ear as he finally sets your feet back onto the ground.
“I’ve missed you more, baby,” you whisper back with your fingers wrapping around his cheeks.
He giggles before placing a loud kiss on your lips causing a small giggle to pass your lips onto his.
This moment was worth the wait just to see his honey-comb eyes sparkle as he rambles about how dreadful it was to be without you for the whole month. The world was warm around you as he wraps his arms around you again pulling you into the place that you have wanted to be in again since the moment he left. The little spot on his chest where you can hear the loud thump of his heart beat against yours.
Time passes by slowly when someone you miss is miles away and all you wanted to do was see them again. Ushijima was only gone for four days but it felt like an eternity in your heart as this was the longest you two had been apart from one another. The sheets felt cold at night without Ushijima’s body next to yours to keep your thoughts at bay and provide warmth on frigid nights. The house felt quiet without his voice ringing through the halls and kitchen talking with simple words and gestures. Luckily, the time had finally come for him to come home and get back to you. You wanted to pick him up at the airport as a nice surprise for his return back the best way possible.
Texting Kageyama, you found out the details of when the plane would land and convinced him to not tell Ushijima or anyone about your surprise to Ushijima at the airport. The shakiness in your hands increased as it got closer and closer to his plane landing. The nerves in your body started to fill your mind as you thought that this might be a stupid idea and that he might not want to see you as soon as he got off. You were drawn away from your spiraling thoughts when the loud sound of a gate opening drew your body up from the chair you were waiting in. His team starts to roll out one by one till you saw his tall figure and olive bed hair pass through the door. Your heart jumped to your thought as you watched Ushijima move quickly through the airport with his head facing the floor and headphones plucked in his ears. He was on a mission to come and see you as soon as he got off and was not going to let anything get in his way.
Panic began to roll in you as he trailed on without looking and it didn’t appear that he was even going to notice the area surrounding him. Your eyes meet Kageyama’s as he also watches Ushijima continue to walk without a second glance towards you. He gives you a silent, blunt nod as he quickly jogs over to Ushijima causing him to finally survey the area around him. Pulling his headphones out and follows Kageyama’s finger as he points towards you causing a slight giggle to pass your lips with a small wave towards him.
Ushijima’s eyes widen as they finally met yours causing the heart in your chest to skip a beat watching his olive eyes light up under the airport ceiling lights and watching a small, rare smile pass his lips. His legs move quickly to you as he felt his heart pound through his chest as he finally got to you once again. Feel you once again, hold you again, and love you in the same space again.
Shivers and excitement run through your body as he stands in front of you with his hands moving to wrap around your cheeks and pressing a solid kiss on your lips. It was rare for him to display any affection in public except for the occasional forehead kiss or hand holding. This was the thing you least expected him to do in the middle of the airport, but you weren’t going to deny it sent your heart pounding and brain fuzzy from the feeling of his lips moving in sync with yours. The kiss was intense but had a softness surrounding it as he rubbed his thumb slowly along your cheekbone and one arm wrapped around your waist pulling you in closer.
The team cheered and hollered loudly in the background, but it sounds like buzz as you pulled him closer drawing him deeper into your own little world.
He slowly pulled away with his arm held tightly around your waist and pulled you impossibly closer to his chest.
Resting his forehead on yours, “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? I almost walked right pass you,” He smiles and presses a small kiss on your lips, “It was a wonderful surprise but next time tells me, so I don’t almost leave without you.”
A loud laugh leaves your lips as your arms wrap tightly around him to hug him tighter to you, “Okay, I promise I will do that next time. Now let’s go home, love.”
He smiles wider and whispers, “Right, let’s go home.”
His hand intertwined with yours as he ignored the chatter from his team as he was only focused on you and the sight before him never wanting to forget this moment that he was waiting hours for just to see you again.
Atsumu was like a puppy. A really energetic and bubbly one at that. He was also constantly seeking attention in the sweetest way as he would wait around and silently beg in the corner for your attention. It would be at any time when you were concentrated on work or even invested in a show that you both agreed to watch. You would always giggle and joke with him as he whined and cuddle into your neck begging for any kind of attention and affection that he could receive from you.
Now, it felt like the roles were reversed.
You felt like the puppy seeking attention and love from its owner. Every time Atsumu called you while he was away, you had a fifteen-minute whining session of how much you missed him and wanted him back. He had been away for a week but in your mind, it felt much longer as those phone calls were fairly rare while he was away. It was most days just moping around the house waiting for the bleached blonde to come home. Now it was just more waiting around as you stood outside his gate to pick him up. This waiting game was getting old. All you were hoping for was to see his beaming smile and warm eyes meet yours again.
It felt empty and cold every night going to bed for the past week without him by your side with the only remnants being his cologne on the sheets. You missed the press of his body against yours with his long legs intertwining with yours under the bright moonlight of the night. You wanted to hear his heartbeat against your ear again, soothing away any negative thoughts and worries and bringing a calming state to your heart and mind.
The sound of a gate opening drew you out of your thoughts bringing your attention to the boys with black shiny jackets exiting one by one.
“(Y/N)! I’m here!”
His loud, cheery voice rang through the airport causing most of the boys and people around him to grumble lowly. But you didn’t care. Hearing his voice meant he was back. Back in the same air and space as you.
You instantly run towards him, jumping into his arms with him swiftly and easily catching you and resting his hands warmly underneath your things.
His chuckle rang through your ear as the smell of him drew you in deeper into his neck seeking the warmth that you have been desperately needing.
“Miss me, baby?” he cheekily whispers into your ear.
The overflow of emotions from his arrival only allowed your body to nod and draw him closer by his neck. The lump in your throat grew larger with small tears lining your waterline as everything became a reality in your mind that he finally made it back to you.
“Aww, baby, don’t cry. I’m here now don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. I got you.”
It really shouldn’t be so hard to find someone with the brightest smile that could rival the sun matched with ginger hair that grows brighter every time you see it. But somehow you managed to miss him as he got out of the gate and traveled through the large crowd.
“What do you mean you’re already off the plane?” you quickly asked with the phone pressed close to your ear.
“I already got off the plane and I couldn’t find you, so I started walking around to find you but now I’m lost,” he explains shyly into the phone.
Small grumbles leave your lips as you begin walking towards the direction that Hinata said he was in. The airport was crowded as many had the same idea Hinata had which was to come back home for the holidays and it appeared that everyone was being picked up by someone. Your head felt dizzy as you scanned the area for a head of bright ginger hair and tan skin.
Standing on the edge of your toes, you try to see over the crowd of people that all were standing in the same area and those trying to get their flights on time. The boiling frustration was starting to build within as it appeared that Hinata was nowhere near the area he said he was. A loud groan slipped through your lips as the space between your ears was becoming fuzzy with the crowd becoming larger and the distance between everyone becoming smaller.
“(Y/N)! Over here!”
A loud, sweet voice filled the space in your head as it yelled across the large space causing most people around us to turn their heads and send dirty looks. Your lips spread into a large smile, hitting your eyes, as you finally see Hinata in the distance with his bright, sunshine smile his hands waving widely high in the air.
“Shoyo!” You cheer as your feet quickly move towards him earning more strange looks from those surrounding us. As you made your way in front of him, you quickly pull him into a hug as wrap his arms tightly around your waist, drawing you closer to his chest finally getting the warmth and love you have been seeking for weeks.
His hands felt warm against your back as he began rubbing soothing circles through your shirt. This is the sweet Hinata you’ve been waiting to see and have been counting the days, hours, and minutes till he came home.
He gently pressed his lips against the skin of your jaw and cheek as you peacefully and tightly held onto him drowning out the world around you with the only focus being on the boy in your arms.
“I’ve missed you so much,” you whisper into his ear.
His smile pressed against your neck as he nuzzles in, “I’ve missed you too.”
It was rare for Kenma to go out anywhere even if it was to the grocery store or convenience store to refuel his body. However, he knew that he had to attend to this even though the very thought of leaving his safe space with you made him shiver with fear. The idea of leaving behind the home that had the scent of warm apples and wood made his heartache. The only thoughts on his mind the whole trips were you and the warmth of your smile that thawed out his heart every time he saw it.
Today was the day he was finally going to see it again. It made his body jitter with the excitement flowing through his body of seeing you again. He thought he would be able to enjoy the moment more if the flight over wasn’t so dreadful. So many people were on his flight including a baby who couldn’t seem to calm down, a woman who was talking loudly on the phone about the affair she was having, and the man two rows down was snoring so loudly that is almost drowned out the screaming child.
Kenma glanced down at his phone to see that the flight was only for another twenty minutes before it landed home. Only twenty more minutes till he saw you. Till he got back to the safe space of his game room with you laying across the bean bag next to him watching him play with a heavenly glint in your eyes. Twenty more minutes till he got to smell fall in the summertime. Till he got to see your smile again and feel your arms around him once more.
Slowest twenty minutes ever. It felt like an eternity before they actually landed and got off the plane. Heading over to baggage claim, Kenma shifted his eyes everywhere in search of you. He wanted to see you first. He wanted to feel you in his arms again and smell the scent of apples coming off your hair.
“Kenma! Over here!”
That sweet voice, he knew it anywhere. His body quickly turned around to see you standing there brightly underneath the summer sun with the biggest smile on your lips. The movements of his body were quick as he made his way over to you disregarding the people around him. All that mattered was you. Wrapping his arms around your waist and burrowing his face in between your neck and shoulder, Kenma felt like he was at home.
“How was the flight?”
“Awful,” he whispers, “Never want to do that again.”
“Aw don’t say that it couldn’t have been that bad,” you joke as your fingers weave into his hair as he pushes his face deeper into your neck.
“No. I’m not doing it again. Couldn’t stand being away from you,” he says while pressing a small kiss on the side of your neck.
A small chuckle leaves your lips, “Alright, if you say so. I missed you too, hated being away from you too.”
His lips spread into a small smile as he pulls himself up to face you. He didn’t know it was possible, but it seemed like you got more beautiful since the left. The sparkle and warmth in your eyes were hard to miss when you looked at him and it only made his heart fall harder and deeper. The space between you and him quickly shortened as he presses his lips against yours in the middle of a crowded airport with the sunlight beaming down through the windows and loud announcements drowning out the sound of the people.
When he pulls away, the small smile reappears on his lips as he wraps your hand into his with a small kiss pressed to it.
“Let’s go home,” he whispers as you nod along with the brightest smile on your lips. “Let’s go home, darling. Me and the cats have missed you.”
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- tsukishima, daichi, tanaka, keishin, IWAIZUMI, mattsun, kyotani, KUROO, yamamoto, aone, futakushi, bokuto, akaashi (trust me on this one), konoha, kiyoomi, ushijima, semi, terushima, suna, ATSUMU, OSAMU