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They’re Beautiful
time skip!Iwaizumi Hajime x afab!reader | 18+ content | 1,137 words | established relationship, kinda rough sex, kind of hand fetish i guess, very mild choking. Iwaizumi finally understands your obsession with his hands.
Iwaizumi Hajime never had the largest frame in his social circle and he was well aware of that. Yeah, he was muscular with broad shoulders and it wasn’t like he was short either, but there was always someone taller or broader than him. What he did have though, was the largest and prettiest hands that you’d ever seen; something that you’d never neglected to remind him. Truth be told, the ‘big’ part was the thing you’d told him most often, but he knew you found the pretty as well.
He never really understood your obsession with his hands though. They were just hands after all. Of course, without them he wouldn’t be able to play volleyball, something he very much loved doing. So yes of course he liked them too. But it was clear to him that it was for very different reasons that you liked them. And to a very different extend. You’d always make sure to tend to his hands after a game. You played with his fingers when the two of you were hanging out, relaxing. He even noticed you taking pictures once or twice, when he’d held your hand in his.
He didn’t really understand it. At least not until the two of you started getting more intimate. That’s when he suddenly started seeing his own hands in a different light.
He had big hands alright. He noticed it the first time he cupped your breast in his hands. The way his fingers pressed softly against your skin made his mouth dry. He’d swallowed hard as he drank in the sight. He really had big hands, he noticed again, once when he held onto your hips when you were on top of him, clothed pussy riding his jean clad thigh.
Iwaizumi started actually understanding the liking you’d taken to his hands, but he didn’t entirely get it, before that one time when you grabbed the base of his hand with both of yours, lifting it to your lips. The two of you had been intimate more than once at this point, but not once had he experienced anything quite like watching you guiding his hand to your lips. Like watching the passionate way you wrapped your lips around his fingers. Your gaze had locked on his and kept him in a delirious chokehold as your tongue swirled around his digits, effectively covering them in saliva. His cock jumped at that point. His hand looked good in yours. It looked good against your skin. It looked so utterly delicious in your mouth. Maybe he actually began to really get it.
“I bet your hands would look good around my throat,” you told him once and forcibly suppressed a chuckle when his eyes widened and his adams apple bobbed in his throat. You’d crawled up in his lap as he was sat on the bed after a shower. Both of your lips were swollen from heated kisses shared. “Do you want to try?” His eyes searched your face even as his cock throbbed underneath you. He wanted to, that much was clear, but he wasn’t just going to assume. He wasn’t like that.
“Are you—“
“Sure?” You finished his question for him. “Hajime, please. I want to feel it. Don’t be shy, you can be a little rough if you want,” you said and took his hands in yours, guiding them from your hips and up. Up. Up. Iwaizumi watched in awe as you placed his hands against your throat.
“I—“
“Hajime,” you all but whined, rolling your hips against him. And at that point, Iwaizumi’s gaze flickered to his hands as he let them slide up further against your skin. Yeah. His hands were big. And you were right. They did look good against your neck. At that moment, Iwaizumi thought he finally completely understood. They were beautiful. But not because they were his or in themselves. They were beautiful in unity with your body. As if they were made for your body. It got it. He understood. That’s how it started.
Now he had you on all fours on the bed, cock buried inside of you. His rhythm had your eyes rolling back in your head and his gaze fell on his hands against your hips. They were beautiful. His gaze flicked up to where you threw your head back against a particularly harsh thrust of his hips.
“You said I could be a little rough, didn’t you?” Iwaizumi asked. Even now, as he found it so hard to resist, he wanted to hear you say it.
“Y-yes—“ your voice broke off and a moan tore from your throat. “Haji— Please—“ and that was what it took before you felt it. Iwaizumi saw himself moving before he realized that he was. It was as if he was in a trance when his fingers threaded through your hair and pushed.
“Haji—“ Your arms gave out as Iwaizumi forced your body to bend further, face smushed into the pillow. Your loud moans filled the air around you, as Iwaizumi changed the angle of his thrusts, to go even deeper.
“Fuck,” he cursed. “Look at me,” he urged and loosened his hold to let you turn your head further. You looked up at him, out of the corner of your eye, and even in this state, you couldn’t get past how beautiful he looked. His eyes were curiously fixated on his hand now resting against the side of your face.
“Hajime,” you babbled and he swore he could have cum right then and there. He didn’t. He managed to hold back, even as a low groan rumbled in his chest and he pressed down a little harder. “Harder.”
Iwaizumi obliged. Happily at that, with his gaze locked onto your face on the pillow and his hands against it. He rocked into you harder. Cock aching for release when a little cripple of drool slipped from the corner of your mouth. Iwaizumi relentlessly fucked into you, and watched up come undone by him. He watched your eyes rolling back, your tongue lolling out and your saliva slipping down on the pillow. He bullied his cock into your tight warmth until the both of you reached your climax and through it. Even then, his fingers twitched against your face.
With his thumb, he swept the drool off your chin, and he knew that he finally understood. He really did understand your obsession with his hands after all. And after that one time, Iwaizumi was never able to see his hands the same way again, because whenever he tried, he pictured them against your skin. He pictured them pushing your face into the mattress. He pictured them around your throat or with his fingers in your mouth. But he had to admit, that that truly was a beautiful sight.
tags: @prettyiwa
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At summer training camp in her second year, Yachi Hitoka notices a small, heart-shaped Pride pin on Akaashi Keiji’s sports bag.
She spends the first two days of camp agonizing if she should say something. Is it appropriate? Would Akaashi be weirded out? How does one casually initiate a conversation with a fellow gay?
So far Yachi has only told two people: a cousin, and her former crush/mentor, the incomparable Kiyoko Shimizu. She’s chatted with people online, but always anonymously.
The thought of coming out to someone new is terrifying.
But Akaashi, and really the entire Fukurodani Volleyball Club, have always been approachable. Yachi recalls running into Akaashi and his ace, Bokuto Koutarou at Nationals. They were so kind, easing her worries and doubts during an intense match. Despite being just as tall and intense as the other athletes Yachi regularly met, she never felt intimidated by the pair.
And so, she now finds herself peering nervously around the corner of the Ubugawa gymnasium to where Akaashi, now captain of Fukurodani, stands. He’s staring down at his phone, his bag casually slung over one shoulder. The rainbow pin gleams under the midday sun.
Taking a deep, steadying breath, Yachi approaches. As she does, she sees that Akaashi is smiling. It’s subtle, just a slight twitch at the sides of his mouth, but it’s noticeable. She wonders vaguely what he’s looking at on his phone.
She chides herself for being nosey.
Akaashi hears her shuffling and looks up. “Ah, Yacchan.” He politely tucks the phone away. “Good evening.”
“Hello, um, hi, Akaashi-san!” Yachi stammers. “H-how are you?” She winces at her own awkwardness.
“Doing well, thank you.” He nods politely. “And you? Are you staying cool? Hydrated?”
“I’m okay!” Yachi bows back. “But yeah, it’s so hot out today!”
“You’re not a summer person, then?”
“Not at all!” She groans. “I feel like I’m melting!”
Akaashi chuckles. “You sound like Bokuto. He abhors the heat, especially when it’s humid as well.”
Yachi grins. “How is Bokuto-san doing? He’s at Central Sports University, right?” She assumes Bokuto keeps in touch with his old teammates.
Akaashi hums. “Moving from home was a big change, but he’s happy. His new team is a good fit.”
“I’m glad.” Yachi reaches down to fiddle with the hem of her t-shirt, unsure. She feels like she’s about to dive off a cliff, not knowing if there will be a net to catch her. Her anxious gaze shifts, and now the pin is in direct line of sight, as if taunting her. How can she bring it up?
“Yacchan?”
Yachi flinches, realizing she had been staring at the pin for a few beats too long. When she meets Akaashi’s gaze, he looks uncertain. Oh no! Does he think she has a problem with it? “Sorry!” She cries, arms waving frantically. “I didn’t know what to say, because… um, I saw it and I just…”
“This?” Akaashi’s fingers wander across the bag’s canvas and to the pin’s enamel surface. He taps it with one of his perfectly filed nails, lifting an eyebrow curiously.
Yachi swallows down her fear. “Yeah! It’s nice! Um, I’d like to find one for my book bag!”
Akaashi looks mildly surprised, but his face softens quickly. “I see.”
“Haha, yeah…”
“So.” Akaashi clears his throat. “You’re…”
“Yeah!” Yachi says again hands tighten into fists excitedly. “I’m gay!” Her ears burn in embarrassment as her companion bites his bottom lip, trying not to laugh at her outburst.
“Well, thank you for sharing that with me, Yacchan.”
Yachi releases a shaky breath, grinning back nervously. For a while they are silent. Cicadas buzz above, gym shoes squeak on hardwood nearby. She wonders if Akaashi is feeling the same sort of content relief at finding another queer person to confide in.
“When did you know?”
“Huh?” It takes a moment for her to discern Akaashi’s question. “Oh! Um, well. Back in first year, I had a crush on someone, but at first I didn’t know it was a crush!” She recounts the clarity she experienced, when she finally understood her feelings. It was like everything suddenly shifted into focus.
It had been hard, accepting that Kiyoko couldn’t return her feelings. But she is forever grateful for the older girl—for her influence, kindness, her support when she came out.
“How are you doing now?” Akaashi asks kindly, causing Yachi to relax further.
“Well, I’m glad I know who I am! But now I basically fall in love with every pretty, nice girl I meet!” She sighs. “It’s tiring!”
Akaashi chuckles. “I suppose I can’t relate exactly. I’ve only ever had feelings for one person.”
Yachi leans in curiously, waiting for her companion to continue on his own. She doesn’t want to pry.
“I always found guys attractive,” he says finally. “But when I came out in middle school, my parents told me to keep it to myself. They said I’d ‘grow out of it,’ so it wasn’t worth acting on.”
Yachi frowns. “I’m so sorry, Akaashi-san! I, um, think my mom will be supportive when I tell her. I’ve heard her talk positively about the marriage equality movement…”
Akaashi’s eyes crinkle as he smiles. “I’m glad to hear. But remember, even if she doesn’t, you will find people who support and love you. I found that at Fukurodani. In fact,” he reaches into his pocket. “Let’s exchange numbers. If you ever want to talk, contact me. Bokuto, too. Anytime.”
A surge of affection hits Yachi. It’s overwhelming, how it wells up inside her, through her heart and into her throat. Not since Kiyoko had she felt so seen by another person. “Thank you,” she croaks, blinking furiously. (She is not crying. She’s not!) “Wait,” she says, realizing what Akaashi had said. “Bokuto… I mean, is he also…”
Shyly, Akaashi nods. “I’m sure he’d be okay with me telling you. Bokuto is bisexual. And, well…” His voice lowers slightly. “He and I… we’re together.”
Yachi feels like she might fall over at the news. Akaashi and Bokuto, two of her favorite people in the entire world, are dating? Incredible!
“That’s wonderful!” She cries, hands pulling into fists in excitement. He chuckles, sharp cheekbones going pink.
“Thank you. I… have to agree...”
From then on, Yachi and Akaashi grow closer. They spend time together at training camps, keeping in touch in between. They end up at the same university and often meet up to study together.
Yachi confides in Akaashi and Bokuto, who give her advice before she comes out to her mom. They encourage her to ask out a girl in one of her classes, celebrating when she gets her first date.
Over the years, Yachi meets many other queer people who become incredibly important to her. But she never loses touch with Akaashi. The connection they made that one summer day in high school remains a defining moment in her life.
She’ll forever be grateful.
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Thanks for reading! I wanted to expand this for A03 but as usual these days, I lost the motivation. I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless! Please REBLOG and/or REPLY if you did. 🥰❤️ Thanks for your continued support!
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Marry a Man Through His Stomach [Miya Atsumu]
Content: Fluff, Soft, Marriage
Pronouns: None
Header: @/tsumoos
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"Is that what I think it is?" He barely toed his shoes off at the entrance before bounding his way into the kitchen, coming right up behind you to take a whiff of the pot you were stirring. "Hell yeah!"
You rolled your eyes, dishing him a small portion into the soy sauce plate you had been using. He leaned down, eagerly slurping.
He hummed, smacking his lips before looking down at you with bright eyes.
"Man, I'm glad I married ya."
It was a lunchtime like any other. You were sat at your desk, just finished with putting your materials away and finding a video to watch with your lunch. However, once you opened the lid to your bento, did someone decide to pester you.
"Oh lemme have some!" A hand reached for your food, which you quickly swatted at.
"I literally just opened this—can I have a bite of my food before ya start beggin'!" You huffed at him, taking a bite of gyoza.
"Fine, ya've taken a bite—lemme have some gyoza too!"
"Oh my—fine!" But just as you went to grab the gyoza to pass to him, a pair of chopsticks, that obviously weren't yours, snatched it up and dropped it right into Atsumu's open mouth.
His face went through the motions of: happy, disbelief, then finally happy again.
"Man, yer ma is a good cook."
You raised a brow, "Ma didn't cook this. I did."
"Ya made this?" He paused, taking another bite (from another piece of food he had stolen from you—the bastard) then nodded to himself. "Yeah, imma marry ya some day."
You blinked, felt the heat raising to your cheeks, then laughed.
"Yeah right!" You were sure he was just saying shit out of his ass.
"Ya laugh now, but I'm sure there'll be a ring on that finger." He tapped your left ring finger.
Then he left (making sure to swipe one last piece of food), leaving you to mull over the nonsense he had spewed.
This very quickly began to become a habit of his, pestering you for your food until you relented (which didn't take long) then commenting in someway about your alleged future marriage.
You didn't think much of it until you were making a bento for him (finally sick and tired of him stealing your food) and your mother said something to you.
"Feedin' a friend of yers?"
You nodded, "Somethin' like that..."
She hummed. "Well ya know, the way I won yer father's heart is through the stomach so—"
You whipped your head around so fast you were sure it was going to go spinning off.
She threw her head back, laughing loudly at your flustered face.
"Make sure to bring'em around soon, okay?" And she was out of the room before you could refute her.
But in the end she was right—both she and Atusmu, actually.
You had won his love through his stomach, and just like he said, you were wearing that platinum band on your left ring finger.
You fidgeted with it fondly, a small smile gracing your fingers. The smile widen as he grabbed your hand, placing a kiss right on the band.
"You know, I'm glad ya begged for that gyoza that day..."
He raised a brow, a smirk threatening to split his face. "Oh really? Yer were that eager to marry me?"
"Not then no, but later...yeah." You leaned forward, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. "I'm glad I said yes."
"Well, I'm happy I put the thought in yer head." He pulled you closer, "Now come're..."
I was supposed to write something else first, but then I had this thought and had to stop everything I was doing to write it.
Anyway, I've been sucked back into the Haikyuu! Hole and Atsumu has been my hyperfixation, and there simply aren't fresh fics for him so, it's time I feed myself and the people.
Ko-Fi | Commission | Masterlist
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Tsukki x You Drabbles
Most people probably think Tsukishima would be the cruel and snarky jealous type or give the silent treatment and then get you home and suddenly start to devour you and remind you that you’re his and only his.
But what if he’s a sweet lil insecure baby who just needs to know that you’re there and you love him….
“Oh, hi Makoto! Long time no see!” You shout as you hug the man who called your name across the shop.
You and Kei are out Christmas shopping for your families when you ran into an old friend. You have known Makoto since grade school and haven’t seen him years after graduation. He’s grown up, a lot, you notice. Fitting well into a nice tailored suit under a long tan coat.
“It’s been so long,” he smiles at you, holding your shoulders as he takes in your adult figure. “How have you been?”
“I’m doing well, thanks, how are you? How’s the law firm?” You ask him.
Kei comes around the corner to see another man’s arms on you, glaring at you with pointed eyes from where he stops in his tracks. He’s hard to miss in the small shop and you quietly beckon him over.
“Makoto, this is my boyfriend, Tsu-“ you begin to introduce him as he walks up next to you.
“Tsukishima Kei,” he nods, stiffly to the man who was so comfortable groping you in public, but has now since stiffened at the sight of your, very tall, very muscular, boyfriend.
“N-nice to meet you,” Makoto mumbles as he offers his hand in greeting.
Kei ignores the gesture, feigning turning to browse the items next to him as you apologetically smile at Makoto on his behalf.
“Well,” Makoto recovers himself. “Sorry to have interrupted your evening, you two have a good night.”
“It was so good to see you again,” you nod to him as he leaves you and Kei alone again.
“Kei,” you whisper his name to his back that he has turned on you.
Reaching out for his shoulder to turn him to face you, he huffs and walks down the aisle without you. Biting your lip, you silently follow him, preparing yourself for what you know will be a quiet walk home.
Kei is the jealous type. He hates when men compliment you, look at you, or even breathe near you. And every time you interact with another man, you can see him clenching his jaw, and balling his hands into fists at his sides. He can’t hide it from you. Dating for two years, you’ve seen all sides of him.
He barely looks at you, let alone says a word to you. He lets you know that he’s hurt by keeping his distance. Putting up his walls that you spent so much time breaking down, that it hurts you as well. But you know it’s only temporary. He never stays upset, he just needs to process his emotions in his own way, as you’ve learned.
So you let him, as you both casually walk through the shop three feet apart. Watching him from behind as he scans the items on the shelves, not really paying attention to them, just putting on a front that he’s looking for a gift. When really you can see his mind whirling with his thoughts and insecurities.
Kei doesn’t know that you know he’s insecure. He doesn’t know that Yamaguchi once told you, what Kei thinks of himself and why he’s so jealous. He doesn’t know that you know <em>why</em> he built his walls in the first place. So he wouldn’t get hurt. So he would never again have to feel the way he felt all those years ago.
It pains you to know all this. Pains you that he’s never told you any of this himself before. But you let him know you’re not going anywhere by staying by his side, even if it’s three feet apart. You’re his shadow as he walks along, glancing back at you every so often, just to make sure you’re still there.
When you’re ready to leave the store, you silently take his hand in yours and lead him to the exit, walking down the street back to your shared flat.
While you watch him slip off his coat, and hang in on the rack, you softly run your hands downs his back. Wordlessly telling him, you’re with him.
There’s a few seconds of continued silence that fills the space around you two, then he sighs, deeply. The weight of his insecure thoughts finally lifted as you turn him to face you, your hands sliding up his chest to wrap around the back of his neck. Pulling him down to press a gentle kiss on the corner of his lips.
“I love you, Kei,” you whisper in his ear as his arms hold you close, pulling you into him and breathing in the scent of your shampoo.
“I know,” he sighs, his voice so small in the crook of your neck that you barely hear him. “I love you,” he kisses into your skin.
Relief washes over you as he lets you back in. His walls coming down around you with every kiss you press into his cheeks, jaw and neck.
“Tell me again?” He breathes, running his fingers through your hair as he stares down at you with his sweet, pleading eyes.
“I am yours,” you kiss into his lips, just as you always do when he gets this way. “And you are mine.”
And just as you always do, you gently lead him to the bedroom to show him just how much you love him.
#idk maybe I have thing for sad boys#tsukishima kei#tsukishima x y/n#tsukishima x reader#tsukishima drabbles#tsukishima fluff#tsukishima x you#hq tsukishima#haikyuu tsukishima#haikyuu fanfiction#haikyuu!!#hq x you#hq fluff#hq#hq ficlet#my fic#haikyuu#not edited or beta read
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Sakuatsu | Pillowtalk | Hurt/Comfort | Post time-skip | Established relationship | Mature
(This is my first fic in English, let's go)
A game of tongues slowly faded into lingering pecks, while both he and Kiyoomi tried to catch their breaths. His boyfriend’s hand, previously wandering over his flushed skin and leaving traces of strong grips and occasional scratches, now stopped in the middle of his chest. Soft dark curls gently tickled his neck as Kiyoomi pressed three more kisses above his clavicle. Usually, Atsumu let himself melt under the familiarity and comfort of this touch, but tonight his mind seemed to find itself somewhere else.
“Did I hurt you?“ There was a minute change in Kiyoomi’s expression, a delicate furrow of his brow that could easily go unnoticed if you weren’t as familiar with it. Soft brown eyes briefly met with expectant onyx ones.
“Nah, ‘s not that,“ Atsumu answered quietly, averting his gaze, the certainty of his voice lost somewhere in the darkness of their bedroom.
“What is it then? You’re rarely this quiet.”
There was really no point in avoiding the conversation. He could never keep his mouth shut long enough and the only person other than his twin who could effectively persuade him into opening up about his feelings was lying here beside him with still warm sheets tangled around their legs.
“Been thinkin’ for some time now… ‘S probably a bit selfish to ask…” He curled himself into the warmth of the pale chest and released a shaky breath as if his emotions could flow right out with it. “I wanna stay here. With ya.”
Kiyoomi’s eyes searched Atsumu’s face, trying to determine the meaning behind his expression.
“What exactly do you mean by that? It’s not like I’m going anywhere anytime soon.” There was a time when Kiyoomi’s focused gaze would have felt heavy, but with years of their relationship, this sharp look, along with the present weight of his palm against Atsumu’s chest, was assuring enough.
“I know. ‘S just…” He followed the scattered moles on Kiyoomi’s chest with his fingertip. “With Shouyou goin’ back to Brazil, Kageyama movin’ to Italy, Ushijima to Poland… Shit, even Oikawa in Argentina. It’s like everyone’s leavin’ sooner or later.”
It was almost impossible not to think about it. With how many years they’ve all spent on the court it was an expected change. They went to the Olympics, of course they were valued internationally. And while Atsumu always aimed for the sky with his dreams, he began to show more appreciation towards the permanent things in life as he got older. Like the after-training car ride home in the passenger seat, when they would listen to the latest episodes of Kiyoomi’s favourite podcasts or staying after hours at Osamu’s shop to talk shit with his brother and steal some umeboshi onigiri for his boyfriend. It granted him comfort he was scared was too easy to lose.
“I like it here in Osaka. And I love playin’ for MSBY. I love our apartment. I love havin’ ‘Samu close. Don’t get me wrong, I’m aware they’re all these great opportunities to grow, I just… Kinda feel like I wanna grow right here.” He rarely got this self-conscious with Kiyoomi. They often joked and snickered and teased, but their line of communication always remained open. However, this was different. This was about their future and he knew Kiyoomi took it seriously. He wasn’t going to hold him back from pursuing his goals. If there was a call tomorrow and Kiyoomi would want to take that spot, Atsumu would let him, no questions asked.
But here they were now, Atsumu blissed out, cuddled to Kiyoomi’s warmth and with his heart fragile and open.
His lover’s gaze never strayed from his face.
“Okay,” Kiyoomi said and Atsumu could finally breathe again. “Then let’s stay here.”
“Wait, what?!” He sat up on the bed alarmed, the warmth of Kiyoomi’s body now replaced by the sudden increase in his own heart rate. “Yer not serious, are ya? I’m not askin’ ya to do that, though! Just sharin’ my thoughts.”
“Yes, I’m serious. I have nothing against staying here.” Kiyoomi’s expression was nothing but earnest.
“But ya don’t understand! It’s not whether ya have somethin’ against that or not. Ya have to think ‘bout yerself. Ya can’t give away yer future just ‘cause I said so.”
“I know that.” Kiyoomi sighed, slowly getting up. “But you also know how I feel about change. Do you think I’d be ecstatic to leave behind all of this for a place full of strangers in another country? I have enough social barriers as it is.” He took Atsumu’s hand in his and gave each of the knuckles a kiss. “Maybe I don’t tell you that enough but I like what we have. And it’s not as if I’m settling for less. We make a strong team. And there’s no one else I’d rather have as a setter.”
Atsumu took a second to look deep into his boyfriend’s eyes, seeing there was no trace of uncertainty.
“Okay, loverboy.” Kiyoomi scowled at the nickname, making Atsumu chuckle. He loved how the spiker was simple in his honesty, rarely leaving space for confusion. It made something in his chest grow warmer every time they let themselves get vulnerable. “But if one day there’s a call…” He nipped at the skin of Kiyoomi’s shoulder, his voice getting muffled by the soft skin. “And ya change your mind… Then I want us to revisit this conversation.”
“I won’t change my mind. But if there’s a call, then we’ll talk and we’ll make that decision together.” Kiyoomi grabbed him by the chin so he could leave a delicate kiss on Atsumu’s cheek. “ How does that sound?”
“I’d like that, making decisions together,” Atsumu whispered, a small smile appearing on his face. He wouldn’t ever admit it, but he was thankful for the reassurement. He looked into the onyx eyes, wondering how everyone could be blind to their expressiveness when they were so deeply filled with affection. “Ya know, yer the one I wanna lead my life with.”
“Is that your way of proposing?” A teasing smirk made its way onto Kiyoomi’s face.
“Oh my God, no!” Atsumu nearly yelled, his cheeks turning maroon. “Wait… Would ya actually say yes?” He wasn’t opposed to that thought. Not at all. But he felt that the right time and place were yet to come.
“You wouldn’t let me live if I answered that question right now.” Kiyoomi’s smile grew even wider as he stood up, leaving the sheet he used to cover his body forgotten on their bed.
“God, I love ya so fuckin’ much.” Atsumu chuckled.
“Well, you’re lucky that I love you too.” Kiyoomi left a quick peck on his lips. “Can we finally go shower?”
“Sure, Omi. I’ve kept you long enough.” With a big smile on his face, he joined his boyfriend behind the bathroom door.
Happy birthday, Kiyoomi
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it's the fact that kageyama apologized to hinata for that very last toss during the interhigh match with seijoh. the fact that it wasn't the first last toss kageyama probably wanted to apologize for. the fact that whatever kageyama wanted to say both times was denied, rejected, cut off, shoved back down his throat without mercy, without kindness and consideration — they won't let him look back and linger, they won't let him regret, they won't let him bear the burden of being the one at fault if it means he thinks trusting them was a mistake.
and so kageyama swears to make a toss he won't have to say sorry for, he swears to make a toss fitting of his position as a setter, a toss that shows how much he's grown and how much he's learned and how much he trusts and loves his team, and then battle of the garbage heap happens and the lights are bright and sweat soaks his skin and each breath comes hard and fast and stabs his chest like a knife with every rise and fall but finally — finally, he thinks — the opening is right there, a sun breaking through the clouds, a moment of clarity he cannot possibly miss, so he raises his hands —
— and hinata jumps with a sonic boom that makes the ground shake, or maybe it's just kageyama's heart seeing a promise fulfilled, and kageyama, for all the things he had to carry and for all the things others carried for him, knows that he will never apologize for having faith ever again.
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Kiss It Better
Kuroo who has a running joke with his friends, that when he tapes up their fingers, he also does a goofy little "kiss it better" routine. It started with Bokuto, who totally loved it, and then it made Kai smile, and then it even made YAKU laugh, so now it's kindof a habit.
Cut to Kuroo in gym 3, taping up Tsukishima's fingers. Which comes with a lot more flustered glances than usual, so Kuroo is a little distracted, and… muscle memory takes over. Kuroo is thinking about how soft Tsukishima's hair looks, and how pretty his eyes are, and the elegant shape of Tsukishima's hands, so when he finishes taping he says "There, all better," and then he lifts Tsukishima's hand to his lips and kisses the tips of his fingers.
Then he realizes what he's done.
Kuroo is so panicky-embarrassed that he freezes. But Tsukishima doesn't look mad, and he's not laughing either. In fact, he looks a little…undone, his mouth falling open and his face turning bright scarlet. Kuroo suspects that his own face is similarly red.
"Ah - sorry - I didn't, uh - that was - I mean. Ahem." Kuroo tries to make his voice sound normal. "Sorry about that. Muscle memory."
"I don't mind," Tsukishima whispers, very quickly, as though the words were getting out in spite of him.
Kuroo's eyes snap to Tsukishima's face. He also realizes that he's still cradling Tsukishima's hand in his own. That Tsukishima hasn't pulled it away.
"Oh," Kuroo manages to say. "Well. In that case. If you don't mind." He lifts Tsukishima's hand again, deliberately this time. Kisses each of his fingertips in turn. He hears Tsukishima take a shaky breath.
Who knows what would have happened if Lev hadn't chosen that moment to shout, "Are we playing or not?!"
The moment breaks; the electrical charge evaporates, and Kuroo and Tsukishima share a look of pure exasperation.
"I'm good," says Tsukishima, pulling his hand away as though everything was normal. "Thank you, Kuroo-san."
"You-you're welcome." Kuroo's voice is still rough. "Anytime."
For half a second, Tsukishima's eyes meet Kuroo's. "I might need help again after this game."
Then he smirks and walks away, leaving Kuroo to stand there as a dopey grin comes over his face.
"Well?" shouts Tsukishima, in apparent frustration. Only the mischievous gleam in his eye betrays his amusement - and maybe something else. "Are you coming or not?"
Kuroo shakes his head, but the dopey grin only gets wider. "Hell yes," he mutters, and then shouts it across the gym, "Hell yes!" He looks right at Tsukishima when he says it, and Tsukishima smiles a tiny secret smile.
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Jealousy, Jealousy
This was in the fanfic graveyard and I thought I'd share :)
Osamu Miya x reader drabble
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“I’m not good enough for you. Not like the others.”
His eyebrows raise. “I don’t get why you keep thinking that.”
He leans against the wall you’re facing, his pretty face a blur in your in peripheral vision. He was trying his damndest to look for your eyes but didn’t force you to turn around, patient with you in a way that made you want to cry. And you did want to - look at him, that is. You wanted to face him just to soak in his concern and devotion but the feeling of shame and worthlessness kept you hiding in your own shadow.
“They could be pretty, yes, beautiful. But not in the way I think you are and not in the way that you really are. Other people’s beauty doesn’t take away from your own.”
You groan, frustrated that calm words aren’t enough to lead you out of your own delusions. “Yeah, I know that. I try repeating it to myself.”
“But…” He’s a little closer now, rubbing your closest arm soothingly.
“But it just sounds like a suggestion most of the time. And the feeling that this is all a hierarchy and I’m at the bottom feels like the truth.”
You were spun around quickly, the world morphing from sun-bleached brick to a pinched, red faced Osamu. “Things are not like that. You couldn’t be more wrong.”
“Osamu!”
“You’re kind! And mature, the only person other than Aran who isn’t fucking crazy. You have a beautiful appetite and I’m glad I can share that with you! You get along with my brother and know when to put him in his place. Your plans for the future are our plans for the future. I’m not appreciative of you degrading someone really important to me, ya know.” He flicked my forehead softly.
“Baby, I’m not in the mood for pity compliments…”
“Good thing I’m not complimenting your dumbass, I’m setting you straight.” The rough lines compressing his mouth and eyes smoothed over. “I’m telling you what everyone doesn’t get to see. The things that you aren’t paying attention to when you’re comparing yourself. You’re beautiful in every livable moment, even if the pictures aren’t pretty to you.”
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"what's mine is yours" and the consequences that come with it
pairing: sakusa kiyoomi/akaashi keiji
word count: 750
kiyoomi buys two of the same sweater because keiji keeps "borrowing" his but somehow both sweaters end up with keiji and now kiyoomi has to explain to his mom why he needs extra allowance for the month
"...but it's been barely two weeks..." comes the skeptical voice of his mother through the speaker. her face, taking up a fourth of the screen, frowns in concern.
it's the sakusa family's scheduled bi-monthly call. usually, kiyoomi would look forward to this—to check up on his brother's toddler, listen to his sister's stories from the country she's in, know how dad is doing and whatever new hobby his mother picked up now that the kids are out of the house—especially after he moved out for uni (not that he would admit it, of course).
now, though, is an exception.
having his mother and siblings just stare at him as he struggles to explain why he's short on money for the month is, he thinks, far harder than receiving ushijima's serve.
"i seem to have overspent it on... clothes..." kiyoomi trails off lamely
at this, his sister perks up from her part of the screen.
"is this the sweater you showed me the other day?"
kiyoomi hums in affirmation. in response, his sister raises a questioning brow.
"what happened to it? i'm pretty sure that wasn't too expensive, no?"
at this, kiyoomi pauses, nibbles on his lip as he decides how best to phrase it.
it's not like he can outright say he bought two of the same sweater on a whim and the boy he's been pining over just "borrowed" both of them without signs of planning to return it anytime soon.
1) it's not kiyoomi's smartest financial decision and;
2) kiyoomi cannot handle the teasing that would come if he ever mentions keiji to them (especially not after rambling to his sister about his crush while he was drunk off his ass).
and so, he settles for:
"i was robbed on the way home." he deadpans.
he mentally kicks himself for it. nice going, kiyoomi. you fucking loser. totally believable.
from the way the light dies inside his sister's eyes and the overall skeptic silence that comes, kiyoomi knows they're not buying it. the silence stretches that even kiyoomi himself feels the need to shift around and settles for fiddling with the ring on his pointer finger.
kiyoomi's too lost in his thoughts that the sound of the door to his apartment opening and closing makes him jump out of his skin.
"kiyoomi! i got what we needed for hotpot." keiji's voice rings from the foyer. "i didn't get the soup base you wanted so, i just picked out my favorites. i hope that's fine—oh! but i did get the lamb cut you were craving, the pork belly, and i ended up picking up clams too because motoya-kun was raving about it yesterday."
keiji's rambling comes and goes as he flutters about in the apartment.
he doesn't pause for breath which meant he wasn't exactly waiting for kiyoomi to respond; seemingly aware of kiyoomi's tendency to just listen to him after being friends for so many months.
kiyoomi unwittingly smiles as keiji keeps talking.
keiji walks behind him to transport the bags of groceries and it's only on his third trip back that kiyoomi realizes five things:
1) keiji is wearing one of kiyoomi's new sweaters.
2) another sweater is tucked in the corner of keiji's elbow.
3) kiyoomi is still on the phone with his family.
4) keiji doesn't know he's in call with his family.
5) kiyoomi does not tell keiji he's in a call with his family soon enough.
so, really, he can't blame keiji for the casual way he stops behind kiyoomi, a sweater on his person and an identical one in his hand.
"i forgot i had both with me so, i had to stop by my... apart... ment... " keiji trails off when he sees the phone propped on the table, kiyoomi's ears flushed red, and the phone call still ongoing on the screen.
"oh my goodness! i'm so sorry to intrude!" keiji yelps and scrambles to the kitchen, babbling about washing the vegetables and cutting the meat.
when keiji is out of the room, kiyoomi braves a look at his phone. varying levels of amusement—that only his brother seems to try to hide—greet him. the dread settles heavily in his chest.
of course, it's his sister that pipes up first, smile predatory and sharp.
"so, you were robbed, huh?"
(needless to say, kiyoomi does get sent extra that month but with the promise of filling his mom in about this keiji person his siblings keep teasing him about on their next scheduled call.)
#sakuaka#sakusa kiyoomi x akaashi keiji#sakusa x akaashi#haikyuu rarepair#haikyuu fluff#hq fluff#hq rarepairs#haikyuu ficlet#hq ficlet#hq drabbles
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author’s note: this is entry #4 to my tswift x haikyuu drabbles. expect more to come!
character: atsumu miya | song: glitch (midnights)
Miya Atsumu is ten levels of cocky and it infuriates you.
Look at him, with his too-easy swagger, the too-steady strides, the too-playful half-smirks he offers all the fans who would swoon and fawn for even a second of his attention.
And sure, he is skilled. You can’t deny the work he has put into his sport from the gallons of sweat that drips from his brow each day, the countless serves and spikes and sets he practices until you feel your own arms numb from his efforts each game, practice or otherwise.
But there is a difference between being confident in your abilities and walking as if you owned the world and you see that in how Atsumu carries himself.
And then on top of his pride was a hunger, a greed for things beyond what the business side of athletics can offer.
The fame is merely a byproduct, the brand deals and paychecks consolatory to the euphoria he gets in the court.
He looks at every game like a meal, licking his lips the first time the ball gets up in the air, his Adam’s apple bobbing before he serves, sighing at match point.
And even so, he never seems to be satisfied.
You weren’t supposed to fall for him the way you did. The way you do now.
You were supposed to be colleagues at least and friends at most.
Nothing more.
And yet now you find that while his cockiness is infuriating, the fact that you want him infuriates you more.
How dare your heart flutter traitorously in your chest when he speaks to you?
It was beyond unprofessional of you, falling for one of the athletes you were supposed to manage like some naive fresh graduate.
You had your own pride, too, and you refuse to let that be cast aside for the chance to run your fingers through bleach-blonde hair.
And yet.
And yet here you were, head over heels against your better judgment.
You watch his form, now clad in a crisp wine red suit and a black dress shirt with the top three buttons open, revealing the slope of his Adam’s apple.
He’s grinning in a way that endorses danger, yet you can’t look away.
That is until his eyes meet yours.
Something flicks in the browns of his irises.
Recognition, you think.
(Pleasant surprise, you hope.)
And it’s here that you remember that what infuriates you the most -more than his pride and your foolishness- is that he knows how much you want him.
You can sense it in his every glance, how his eyes raze over your form a second too long, his body skirting a centimeter too close.
You were supposed to be just colleagues.
Friends, at most.
And yet, he approaches you after politely bidding the paparazzi goodbye, and you don’t look away.
“Would you like to dance?” he asks, as soon as he nears you, brown eyes shamelessly drinking you in like freshly popped champagne.
You have to refuse.
And yet.
And yet.
You put your hand in his and let him lead the way.
“Why not?”
And when Atsumu pulls you in closer than accepted, you allow it.
And when his hands graze more than they should, you let them.
And when he offers to go elsewhere, you accept.
© ochakourarakah 2023. do not copy or repost.
#atsumu x reader#atsumu x you#atsumu miya x reader#atsumu miya x you#atsumu x yn#atsumu miya x y/n#atsumu imagine#haikyuu x y/n#haikyuu x reader#mine#from the oven: ficlet#from the oven: haikyuu!!
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do you ship kawashira and do u perhaps have any thoughts about them you would like to share :D
Hey, Beautiful~
Two introspective dudes falling for each other? What's not to love? (You'll find that I ship most ships, and hold a special place in my heart for rarepairs <3)
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There is no going on dates first and getting to know each other in the normal way. No, these two have already tested their bonds and weighed their feelings on each other, so when they get together it's mutual and unsurprising to them.
They are instantly married.
Not literally, but they skip the stages, it's easy to do when you already have a toothbrush at the other person's dorm, an established routine, and the ability to communicate with each other without speaking.
Kawanishi learned that Shirabu is really into Astronomy. It’s been one of Shirabu’s hobbies since he was a kid. Kawanishi, being the amazing gift giver that he is gave him a poster of the solar system on the day he was born. Shirabu may have teared up a little. But Kawanishi would never tell.
Shirabu barges into Kawanishi's dorm like he owns the place. Fortunately Kawanishi is completely unfazed because it's something his sister would do all the time at home. (still does)
When their strawberry milk is low they play rock paper scissors to see who gets the milk. Shirabu isn't sure how he's doing it, because Kawanishi almost always wins, and it's reached statistical improbability at this point.
He did the math.
(I learned that apparently rock, paper, scissors came from Japan to the west, who knew? It's called Janken. It stems from a game in China invented in 200 BC 😲 but it evolved in Japan in the 1700s and then they brought it to the west. Crazy right? The more you know 🌈)
Shirabu wasn't that into cuddling until he met Kawanishi. But there is just something about the sound of his heart beneath his ear that he can't get enough of.
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Shirabu took a deep breath. "Kawanishi."
His boyfriend turned toward him. "What's up?"
Shirabu picked at some thread near the cuff of his shirt. "Where do you think we are going in life?"
"Hmmm." Kawanishi hummed as he leaned against the counter. "Well, who knows what the future holds really." He shrugged before putting his hands in his pockets.
Shirabu took in his listless expression, casual stance, and unconcerned face.
It had Shirabu seeing red. We don't know what the future holds!? Kawanishi didn't know? How could he not know where life was taking them? How- What-
"Who knows?" Shirabu said deadly quiet. Kawanishi's eyebrows raised at the tone.
"We know exactly how it's going to go." Shirabu clenched his hands so tight his palms hurt. "At least I do." His face darkened. "The future is, we get married, because I love you, you fucking idiot." He blinked rapidly, his face morphing in horror as he registered his own words.
Kawanishi's eyes were completely blank as the two of them stared at each other.
"What the hell are you doing?" Kawanishi finally said.
The words punched Shirabu in the gut. Oh god, he'd just ruined their whole relationship with one outburst.
The man moved away from the counter and crossed his arms.
Shirabu felt jittery under his skin as he tried to dissect that look on Kawanishi's face.
"That proposal was awful."
Shirabu blinked dumbly. "Huh?"
Kawanishi leaned back on the counter and put his hands back into his pockets. "Zero out of ten."
Shirabu sputtered completely thrown in disarray. "But, I didn't mean to propose."
Kawanishi clicked his tongue, "Even worse."
Shirabu huffed and raised his head. "Fine. Kawanishi Taichi, will you marry me?"
Shirabu’s heart beat wildly. On edge as Kawanishi placed his hand under his chin and muttered around in false thought.
"Yes." Kawanishi said.
Shirabu's eyes widened, hands fisting into his shirt. "R-really?"
"Of course." Kawanishi grinned broadly at him. The look had his chest tightening in fondness.
He frowned as that grin stretched a bit further, all his teeth showing as his eyes slit.
"But not right now."
Shirabu's jaw dropped. "But you said-"
"I know what I said, and it's the truth." He shrugged "But this was an awful proposal so it's a no."
Shirabu was seeing red again as a laughing Kawanishi pulled him to his chest and kissed his pinched face.
Fucking idiot.
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Month's later:
"Beautiful view," Kawanishi said as they walked over the bridge.
"Yeah." Shirabu nodded and continued toward the fall. He felt so stupid. He knew he should have brought the ring. He'd debated and worried about Kawanishi finding it for too long and ended up just leaving it behind. But now he was pissed. They had such a lovely train ride. Their lunch had been at such a good cafe. The visit to the museum had been amazing and now-
He stared up at the waterfall, trees, and ferns growing near. The lovely bridge, mossy path, and blue skies. It would have been perfect. Perfect.
He was such a fucking idiot.
"Kenjirou."
Shirabu froze at his name and turned slowly toward Kawanishi only to see his boyfriend on one knee with a ring held up toward him.
"I love you." Kawanishi grinned. "Marry me?"
His eyes widened. Seriously? He? Shirabu wasn’t sure if he was happy or angry but regardless he grabbed Kawanishi by the wrists, hauled him up, and kissed his stupid grinning mouth while repeating yes.
When they pulled apart Kawanishi slipped the ring on Shirabu's finger and hummed happily.
Shirabu felt like he was on cloud nine until Kawanishi's grin stretched further, all his teeth showing as his eyes slit.
"Now, that's how you propose." He said.
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Extra: Shirabu smacked him on the head after that line. Kawanishi still thinks it was worth it. Plus, he gets to tell the story of how Shirabu smacked him after he proposed and reap sympathy benefits.
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Thanks for the question anon! I hope you enjoyed it. I had a moment where I wasn't sure how to write Shirabu in this context, but it was super fun to figure it out. ☀️
Cheeky Kawanishi and emotional Shirabu 💛
#asks#happys headcanons#haikyuu#shirabu kenjirō#kawanishi taichi#shiratorizawa#kawashira#rarepairs#haikyuu rarepair#ficlet
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Did You Hear That?
minors, ageless and blank blogs do not interact.
pairing: Matsukawa Issei x reader (x Iwaizumi Hajime)
summary: Matsukawa is just the kind of person to accept a call during sex. and turns out, maybe both you and best friend Iwaizumi kinda likes it.
warnings/tags: AFAB!reader, established relationship, kind of voyeurism, kind of exhibitionism, v/ V/ soft dom tendencies, hair pulling, vaginal penetration, kind of phone sex (if you can even call it that).
word count: 1k
A/N: For some reason this appeared in my head at work, and I just had to write it. I literally just finished it and i’m straight on to posting. you’re welcome.
read part 2 here.
His phone buzzed on the bed beside you. With half a mind, you glance at the screen as it lights up in your face to see the caller-id reading “Iwaizumi”. It wasn’t new that he’d be calling Matsukawa at any time of day. But yet, your muscles tensed when you saw Matsukawa’s hand reaching for the phone.
“Issei–” Your voice came out strained and your own hands fisted in the sheets underneath you. Matsukawa simply laughed that low rumbling laugh as he picked the phone from the bed, the other hand still firmly holding your hips in place. “Please–”
“Hey,” Matsukawa cut you off, as he spoke into the phone. Angling his hips, a deep thrust into your cunt had you biting down hard to keep the moan in your throat from slipping past your lips. “What’s up?”
Matsukawa moved his hand to your ass, squeezing the fat of your cheeks. Rolling his hips in a steady rhythm, he slowly pumped his thick cock into you. In the dim light, you saw your knuckles turning white against the fabric, as you tried to steady yourself. Brace yourself against his pelvis, repeatedly rocking against you.
“I don’t think so, why?” Had you been at your senses full might, you probably would’ve wondered how he managed to sound so composed. His labored breathing suddenly steady as he spoke to one of your shared best friends. Maybe it did cross your mind. Gritting your teeth, you turned your head and looked at him. The bastard even had the nerve to smirk at you, when your eyes locked. As if testing how far he could go, Matsukawa snaked his hand around your thighs, fingers pressing against your swollen clit. Your mouth slacked and you didn’t manage to catch the gasp that tore through you. Matsukawa’s smirk grew even wider as he spoke into the phone, managing to sound only a tiny bit smug as he did so.
“Yeah, I think we could do tha–'' clenching down hard around his cock, you cut him off as he had to fight a groan that battled furiously to escape the prison of his throat. Leveling a glare at you, you smiled your most innocent smile. But maybe you shouldn’t have. Matsukawa swiftly grabbed a fistful of your hair and pushed you down against the bed, pounding into you at full force, and for a moment you couldn’t stop yourself from worrying that Iwaizumi would hear the wet slaps of Matsukawa’s balls against your pussy through the phone. But then you didn’t, when Matsukawa spoke again.
“No she’s right here, why don’t you ask her yourself?” He said and your eyes widened. “A’right, hang on. I’ll put you on speaker.” A moment later, Matsukawa’s phone landed on the bed next to your head, as his pace let up, only just enough for you to be able to speak. Matsukawa pulled your head to the side enough for you to face him as he pointedly nodded at the phone. You swallowed hard as your eyes threatened to roll back.
“H-hello?” you managed.
“Hey,” Iwaizumi’s voice came through the speakers. “I was just asking Mattsun, if you guys had any plans next saturday,” he explained.
“Mhm–”
“Makki and I were going to see Oikawa’s game. You wanna come?” Your mind was spinning and you found yourself nodding under Matsukawa’s hold. His free hand pinched at your asscheek and you almost yelped out at the sudden stinging sensations. Then you managed to look at him and saw that same pointed look on his face. You’d forgotten to actually reply.
“Yeah,” you managed to breathe out against the linen pressed to your cheek. “I’d– I’d like that.”
“Cool.” You hoped that that would be it, but then Matsukawa’s finger found your clit again. “Call me when you’re done fucking so we can plan it, okay?” Matsukawa rubbed circular motions.
“Nah man, let’s just get it settled,” Matsukawa suggested, shaking you to your core with the soft rumble of his voice and the following laugh. A soft moan tumbled over your lips before you had the chance to stop it, which had your face burning even hotter than before, as Matsukawa rewarded you with a particularly harsh flick of your clit.
“You guys might be into this shit, but i’m not, so let’s just–”
“You’re not?” Matsukawa cut Iwaizumi off, challenge evident in his words.
“No.”
“Really? Because I heard the way your words just cracked at the end there,” Matsukawa pressed, cock still spearing you open over and over and again. “I heard the way it trembled.”
“Piss off,” Iwaizumi mumbled, and you couldn’t help the mewl that passed through the mic of the phone at the tone of his voice. At the thought of him enjoying listening in.
“Oh,” Matsukawa’s smirk was so loud it could literally be heard in his voice. “Did you hear that? She liked that. Do you want to hear her cum?”
“Issei–” your own voice cracked. You felt a familiar heat starting to build up in your insides.
“Mattsun,” Iwaizumi warned, but he still didn’t deny further, that he might actually be into this. He on his end knew that he should’ve hung up long ago. He’d known the moment Matsukawa picked up and he should have said he’d call back later. But he hadn’t.
“That a no?” Matsukawa asked. “Pity, she seems to be really close, aren’t you baby?” He said, directing the last words at you. Nodding your head in reply had Matsukawa pulling your head back harshly. “Use your words. Tell ‘im.”
“Y-Yes,” you whined. “I’m close.”
“Good girl,” Matsukawa cooed, but didn’t get to say anymore before you braved yourself and spoke again.
“Please– Hajime–” the sound of Iwaizumi inhaling sharply came through the speakers. “Want you to hear me cum.” You never would have thought yourself into this, but now that you were in the situation, your head was spinning and the coil in the pit of your stomach wound harder than it ever had before.
“O-okay–” He was breathless through the phone when he agreed.
“Can I– Please–”
“It’s alright.” Matsukawa picked his pace up just a little, and the moans kept spilling over your lips. “Tell her she can cum,” he instructed at the phone.
“Can I?” you whined breathlessly.
“Yeah,” Iwaizumi swallowed audibly around the lump in his throat. “You can cum.”
And it snapped. It snapped in a blaze that had you seeing stars.
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Akaashi Keiji has a secret. One that he’s sure people might be surprised by if they found out.
He has a deep, prevailing love for classical ballet. He’s not sure when it started. Perhaps when his parents took him to a Nutcracker performance when he was barely eight years old. To this day, he spends hours of his free time watching videos online, and reads about the history of the art form. He even convinces his mother to take him to see live performances on occasion.
There's something so romantic and expressive about dancing. The way the dancers can convey emotion through their body, with no words at all—it’s absolutely fascinating. Keiji admires them so much. He wishes he could be like that.
He doesn’t tell anyone. He’s not ashamed, just cautious. Dance should not be a gendered interest, but alas, society is strange. His friends and most of his teammates already know he’s gay. No need to push the stereotype further, right?
What he doesn’t predict is that his best friend (and secret crush), Bokuto Koutarou, is apparently also a fan.
“Akaashi!” The older boy exclaims, right over his shoulder. “Is that the Australian Ballet?”
Keiji flinches, scrambling to switch off his phone. “Bokuto-san,” he scowls, “it’s very rude to eavesdrop.”
“Oh, sorry!” Koutarou plops down next to him. Their futons are close, much too close, and Keiji can smell his mint shampoo. It’s distracting. “But seriously, is it?”
Keiji shoots a nervous look around. Most of the training camp attendees are either taking turns in the bath or wandering around campus, enjoying the warm evening. Only Komi is here, casually lounging with a magazine on the other side of the room. “Ah, um, yes,” he nods. “You’re familiar with ballet, Bokuto-san?”
The other boy nods enthusiastically. “My sister does it! My other sister and I tried it when we were younger, too!”
Surprised, Keiji stares. “I didn’t know that.”
“Yeah! I still do exercises I learned back then. It’s good for flexibility and to strengthen muscles. People don’t know how much of a workout ballet is! It’s really hard.”
Again Keiji nods, awkwardly shuffling on his futon so that he and Koutarou are sitting thigh-to-thigh. “Would you… like to watch the rest of this with me, Bokuto-san?”
Koutarou answers with a beaming smile.
They make it a habit of watching dance videos together. Koutarou is surprisingly knowledgable about the different companies, even mentioning specific dancers and performances. It’s odd, only because he never watches or talk about it otherwise. Perhaps he’s shy about his interest, too?
It isn’t until one evening, when Koutarou is staying the night at his house, that he discovers the truth.
Keiji is eager to show his crush the souvenir program her purchased after seeing a performance of La Sylphide two years ago. He carefully passes it to Koutarou, wondering if the other boy will be surprised, or maybe even jealous that Keiji was able to attend such a special, sold-out show.
But instead—
“Oh! My sister was in this!”
Keiji freezes. He turns slowly to look at his friend, unsure if he heard correctly. “What?”
“Yeah, she was made principal ballerina that year!”
Keiji frowns. “Your sister… performed with the National Ballet of Japan?”
“Yeah!” Koutarou grins. “She was there for two years, until she went overseas. I miss her so much.”
“Wait a minute.” Keiji is having trouble trusting his own ears. Because it sounds like Koutarou is insinuating… but no, that can’t be it. Can it? Suddenly frantic, he flips through the program, until he find the cast profiles. He leans in to look at the lead female dancer. A familiar face in the modern ballet scene. He blinks, turning to look at Koutarou, and then back at the woman on the page.
Intense golden eyes. A wide, toothy smile. Silvery hair, with just a hint of black at the roots. “Bokuto-san,” he croaks, “is your sister… Bokuto Kai?”
Koutarou chuckles. “Well, yeah! That’s my Kai! Isn’t she so cool?”
Keiji chokes on nothing. He sputters, enough for his friend to reach over and pat his back consolingly.
“You okay, ‘kaashi?”
Is he okay? Keiji doesn’t know. The fact that his best friend’s sister is one of the most well-known ballet dancers in Japan, the world even, is actively shifting his reality.
“So… I guess you’re a fan?” Koutarou smiles in obvious amusement.
“Y-yes,” Keiji admits, thoroughly shaken. “I am. She’s incredible.”
One year later, Keiji is standing frozen in the threshold of his now-boyfriend, Koutarou’s family home. He’s been here many times, and spent time with most of the family. But the person at the door is not anyone he’s met before.
But oh, he knows her well.
“Ah, you must be Akaashi!” Kai Bokuto is short, the crown of her head barely reaching Keiji’s shoulders, but her immaculate posture seems to expand her presence. She’s wearing a cotton hoodie and leggings, her silver hair tossed over one shoulder in a long braid.
She’s a vision.
Keiji’s mouth drops open. He blinks. “B-Bokuto-san, um, hi! Hello there. You… um, I… well...” His words stumble out of him like dominos. He’s never felt so inarticulate in his entire life.
Kai laughs. “Please, call me Kai! I’ve heard so much about you. Come in, Keiji-kun!”
When Keiji finds his boyfriend inside, he greets him with a light punch to the shoulder. “You could have warned me she was here,” he hisses, “I just made a fool of myself.”
Koutarou snorts. “You’re such a fanboy!”
“Shut it.”
It turns out, Kai and Keiji have a lot more in common than a love for ballet. Both of them love literature, poetry and art history. Kai regales him with stories of her time in Europe—including her recent stint in Paris, thes city Keiji wants to visit more than anything.
They also happen to be quite protective of Koutarou.
“He’s very important to me,” she says, as they watch Keiji’s boyfriend hurry to help his mother in the kitchen. “He means the world to all of us, really. It doesn’t matter how tall or strong he gets—he’ll still be our baby Kou.”
Keiji grins softly. “Yeah.”
They exchange numbers that first night, and stay in touch when Kai flies back to France for her next set of performances. She regularly sends him photos, poems, news articles, and of course, updates on the Parisian ballet scene. They ask each other advice on outfits and home design.
“Ya know, I’m starting to think you like her more than me,” Koutarou pouts, one morning when they are curled up in Keiji’s tiny dorm bed.
“Are you jealous?” Keiji raises one eyebrow.
“Hmm,” Koutarou hums, “maybe a little…”
Giggling, Keiji turns in his hold, leaning up to touch noses. “Don’t worry, love. You’ll always be my number one star.” The comment seems to light a fire in Koutarou, whose face splits into a brilliant smile as he pulls Keiji in tighter. “Promise?”
Keiji smiles back. “Always.”
//
I love the idea that Keiji gets along great with Koutarou’s sisters, and admires them (almost) as much as his boyfriend. The idea for Kai being a ballerina was inspired by the beautiful artwork of Temari! I just can’t get the idea out of my mind.
Please, if you enjoyed this, reblog and comment! It really helps me out. 🥰❤️
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Five Ways He Says [Oikawa Tooru]
Content: Fluff, Established Relationship, POV Second Person, Reader-Insert
Pronouns: None
Header: @/tsumoos
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This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.
The sound of the lock being turned has you jumping from the couch and sliding into the entryway. Before he can even get a “I’m home!” out, you leapt for him.
“Welcome home!”
Tooru stumbled a bit, but kept his balance as he used one arm to support you.
“Haha, I’m back.” He pulled back a bit to give you a kiss on the forehead. “What happened to make you so happy to see me?”
“Literally nothing—” A sudden rustle of plastic bags caught your attention. “Oh! What did you get?”
He chuckled, nudging back so he could finally toe out of his shoes (It was actually kinda amazing how he could do it while both arms were preoccupied. “Yes, I got something for you.”
“Tooru, you need to take a break.” You wrapped your arms around him from behind. “Call out today. Stay home and let me take care of you.”
You noticed Tooru was beginning to favor his left leg, meaning his right knee was giving him problems again. It was the kind of injury that never truly went away. He’d usually be fine, but sometimes the pain would just sneak up on him, and then he’d slip back into his old habits of overworking it.
Thankfully, he had you now.
He sighed deeply, turning around to hug you properly. “You’re right. Thank you for reminding me.”
You smiled up at him, “Of course!”
People on the outside attempting to look in on you and Tooru’s relationship think of you as a disrespectful partner. The main reason being is that you rarely stayed to see the game end. Who wouldn’t stay to watch their partner win or lose?
Well, you didn’t need to. You knew he was going to win, so you leave early to meet him immediately after the game. And if he lost, you’d do the same. Be there to comfort him and collect his tears before anyone else could see him so vulnerable. It simply had become routine.
So when he came to you, grin on his face, you responded in turn with your arms wide, accepting him with an oof.
“We won.”
“I knew you would.”
“Why is it that every time that I’m off—you’re the one who’s busy?” Tooru whined as he wrapped his arms tighter around your middle.
“I literally just need to run a few errands, and I’ll be back soon.” You said with an eye roll.
Despite this, your fingers were gently detangling his brown locks, and you made no move to get up.
“Ugh, but I don’t wanna leave this early.”
“I’m not saying you have to, Tooru.”
“And lose precious time with you? I think not.” He huffed, finally removing himself from you. “So, I guess I should get the bathroom ready.”
“Oh, come on, Tooru—lemme go in first.” You removed yourself from the covers.
He blinked at you. “...we have literally been married for three years—we can’t shower together?”
You paused, flushing. “I mean…we’ve never before, but…”
“Precious time.” He reminded you in a sing-song voice.
You sighed, relenting. “Fine, just lemme brush my teeth first.”
The days when you both have time off are quiet. The two of you simply exist in each other’s presence, taking in one another.
You pull his hand to your lips, gently kisses his knuckles, and in turn he leans over and captures the center of your forehead with his own lips.
Nothing is said, but everything is conveyed.
These are the five ways Oikawa Tooru says,
“I love you”
I wrote the majority of this while I was stressing at the ass crack of this morning. Hope y'all enjoy lol
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“Bokuto-san,” whispered Keiji, cutting off the other teen’s nervous rambles, looking up, dark blue-green eyes meeting shining golden ones, “I would love to go to the carnival with you.”
-and Bokuto Koutarou sorta fell in love with his gorgeous setter all over again.
The seventeen year old kept staring at his kouhai, a dazed smile on his face because Koutarou couldn't believe his ears. Akaashi Keiji wanted to go out with him? Willingly?
As though he could read the older one's mind, Keiji dipped his head a bit, spared Koutarou a glance from the corner of his (sparkling) eyes and said, "Shall we?"
As they walked towards their destination, Koutarou kept up his steady stream of chatter and 'Kaashi listened to him, like he always does. Their fingers lightly brushed together and the two boys were flustered beyond belief.
It was one of the best days of their lives.
#ummm#idk what this is#carnival date lessgooo#anyway i wrote smth#bokuaka#bokuto koutarou#akaashi keiji#bokuto x akaashi#haikyuu#ficlet#found this in my drafts#it's been there since valentine's day 2022😭
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I Can Be Quick
minors, blank and ageless blogs dni.
pairing: Kuroo Tetsuro x Reader
a/n: part 3 of 3 of my birthday present for the lovely @tenkoushimura <3 happy birthday, darling <3
word count: 2,7k
summary: Kuroo very much enjoys washing your hair. it’s kind of intimacy, that makes it hard for him, not to want to touch you further. even on your birthday when there isn’t much time to work with.
tags: unprotected sex, established relationship, characters aged up, shower sex, quickie, probably more stuff that i haven’t thought off, so please let me know if any i’ve missed
Hot water ran from the showerhead, washing away the stress of a long day. You hum to yourself as the steam curled around your legs. It was your birthday, and your family had been invited to dinner at you and your boyfriends place, so you’d hopped in the shower to get ready before they’d arrive a little later. You’d already asked your boyfriend if he’d prefer showering before or after you, and when he’d told you to go ahead and shower before him, you did just that.
Enjoying your hot shower, you decided on letting yourself absorb the heat for a bit before actually getting to the washing part. Just standing there for a little while and enjoying the warmth before washing yourself down; time ticking by in a steady pace. You knew you’d probably taken a bit longer than you should, if your boyfriend was going to get in after you, but honestly, it was your birthday, so he’d just have to hurry when it was his turn to hop in the shower.
When he opened the door and joined you in the bathroom, it wasn’t a total surprise though. It wasn’t the first time it’d happened andoving together, you knew it wouldn’t be the last either. Hearing the door creak open, you smiled and tilted your head back, closed your eyes and let the water wash over your face. You knew it was him. Living with him, you knew his routines and you could clearly recognize his presence and the sound of his feet on the ground. So you smiled. But still you tipped your head back down and called to him.
“Kuroo?” he hummed in response. You hear him move around and decide to peek out from behind the shower curtain, eyes settling on him. He stood right there, hip leaned against the sink and arms crossed over his chest. He smiled at you.
“Was just going to—“ His words trails off as he gestures vaguely around the bathroom, smile growing into a smirk.
“To what? Make sure I wash my hair properly?” You joke and send him a teasing smile.
“No,” Kuroo said simply, eyes glancing down quickly to where your body disappeared behind the shower curtain. It was so brief that you almost missed it. Almost. “I was actually going to offer a helping hand but…”
“Were you, now?”
“I was.”
“And what would the help involve, more specifically?” You blinked up at him and schooled your face into the most innocent of expressions that you could muster.
“Washing your hair, obviously.” Kuroo mirrored your expression, as his arms unfolded themselves from across his broad chest; hands going for the hem of his shirt. Then he stopped, fabric between his fingers and eyes boring into yours. “Unless you don’t want me to of course. In which case, I can—“
“What gave you the impression that I didn’t?” You lifted an eyebrow at him in question.
“Maybe I just wanted to make sure.” You can’t help but chuckle and roll your eyes at him as you let the curtain fall back in place and move back under the water.
“Come on, Big Boy. We don’t have all night,” you urge and you instantly heared the ruffle of Kuroo stripping off of his clothes, to join you in the shower.
“As you wish, Princess.”
A moment later, he moved the curtain to the side and stepped in behind you. Kuroo didn’t waste time before wrapping his arms around your middle and pressing himself against your back, resting his chin atop of your head. Water poured over both of your bodies and for a moment you just let yourself soak in his warmth, leaning further into him. He sighed. Content. But then pulled back a little.
“What are you doing?” you asked, twisting to look up at him.
“Told you I’d wash your hair, didn’t I?” Kuroo sent you a warm smile and reached out for your bottle of shampoo. “Turn your head,” he instructed as he popped the cap of the bottle. You hummed and did as you were told.
A few moments later, Kuroo started massaging the shampoo into the roots of your hair. Closing your eyes, you leaned into his touch. Kuroo worked his fingers against your scalp, applying a soft pressure. It felt nice. So nice, you couldn’t help the pleased little sound that escaped you.
At first you hadn’t noticed the sound slipping past your lips and Kuroo didn’t bring it up either. At least not when it happened. Instead he instructed you to put your head under the water. Skilled, his fingers kept moving through your hair. Across your scalp. Carding through long strands. Massaging. Caressing. Tender and soft. Another sound escaped you, and this time you did notice. However, when Kuroo didn’t say anything, you expected that he hadn’t heard. You hoped, yet maybe some part of you hoped he did hear how much you enjoyed his touch. But he didn’t acknowledge it. Instead he finished off rinsing out your hair, and when he was satisfied, he softly gathered it all and placed it over your shoulder.
“All done,” Kuroo told you and stepped closer. Dipping his head down towards your other now exposed shoulder, you suddenly realized that he probably had heard that little sound of yours, when something warm brushed against the skin right above the mounds of your ass. His lips softly pressed to your shoulder. Once. Twice. Thrice. Kuroo kissed his way across your shoulder, towards your neck. Instinctively, your head tilted your head to the side, offering Kuroo better access.
“Kuroo–”
“Hmm?” Kuroo stepped even closer, cock trapped between your bodies. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, and you knew that despite the hardness against your backside, he wouldn’t hesitate to stop, if you actually asked him to. But you didn’t.
“No…” Your voice trailed off when his fingers traced up your sides, coming around to cup your tits. Once again Kuroo put his lips to your skin, nipping at the side of your neck.
“What is it then?” He mumbled against your skin.
“Feels nice–” Fingers pinched at your nipples and twisted slightly, breaking off your words in a throaty whine.
“But?” He urged, very well knowing, that you’d meant to say something else, before he’d interrupted you. Maybe he already knew what you were going to say. Maybe that was why he’d interrupted in the first place. Knowing him, that was very likely. He was cocky and confident and sometimes he was a pain in the ass, which meant would be one to tease and interrupt with said teasing, even when he knew you wanted to say something more. But he was also very lovable and the teasing was definitely also one of the reasons why you loved him and adored him as much as you did. You cleared your throat and steeled yourself against the probability of him trying to catch you off guard once more, when you’d start speaking.
“They’ll be here soon,” you began and just as you anticipated, a sharp pinch to your nipple forced a gasp from your lungs. But that wouldn’t stop you, you’d decided. So you continued. “So if we’re going to do this, you have to hurry.” You pressed back against him to emphasize your words, and felt him twitch against your backside and heard his breath catching in his throat.
Kuroo was quick to collect himself, and you almost got disappointed when he removed one hand from the perky nub on the fleshy mounds of your chest, and pulled back. Almost, because before you got that far, the hard warmth of his cock moved between your legs and slapped against your sex, and his hands pulled you back against him.
“I can be quick,” he murmured against your ear. Kuroo let his now free hand run down your side, while slowly rutting against your slippery cunt. “I can be quick, i promise,” he repeated in an unspoken plea. Kuroo’s hand moved over your hip but halted before moving all the way to the place you wanted him most. You twisted your head and pushed one hand into his wet hair, pulling his lips to yours in a chaste kiss. When you pulled back, followed, desperate for more, but you held him back by the hair.
“So, be quick,” you told him as you pressed your hips back against him and connected your lips once more. Realizing your approval, Kuroo didn’t waste time before he let his hand slide the rest of the way to your cunt, ghosting over your pussylips before using two fingers to spread your folds around his cock. His breathing was heavy through his nose as your lips moved in synch. A wet and messy synchronized dance, until you broke your shared pace, by slipping out your tongue, to which he quickly responded by parting his lips and meeting your tongue with his own. With your tongues sliding against each other, Kuroo let his fingers slide past his cock, pushing one against your entrance. His cock throbbed against your inner thigh, and your cunt fluttered in response, clenching before you forced your muscles to relax and invite him inside.
As he pressed one finger inside, Kuroo sucked in a breath, almost breaking the kiss. However you were quick to catch him before he did, even despite your own hips jutting against his touch.
“You’re– Really wet–” Kuroo sighed against your lips. With his finger plunging in and out of your warmth, you can’t help the sounds that escaped you, just to be swallowed up by Kuroo. He did make good of his words on being quick, as he worked you open. Soon enough, he added another finger, having been with you long enough to know that you didn’t mind the slight sting. To know that at times, you prefered it even. Two fingers deep, Kuroo pressed the pad of his thumb against your clit, moving in firm circles against the sensitive nerves. Curling his fingers, you broke the kiss with a gasp, hand going slack and slipping form the back of his head. A low chuckle drifted over the sound of the shower running and to your ears. His fingers curled again, hitting that same spot again before scissoring his fingers inside of you, drawing another moan from your lips. When you looked up at him, you saw his lips curling into a familiar smirk. His fingers pumped in and out of you and your jaw had gone slack. It took you a moment to regain the use of your voice.
“I thought you said you’d be quick?” you managed to ask him, setting a clear challenge that didn’t escape his notice, even through the lustful clouds in his head. The corner of his mouth twitched as the hand still resting on your breast quickly moved to your back, pressing you forward firmly. Your hands slapped against wet tiles before your upper body was pushed flush against it, ass resting against his pelvis.
“You want quick, hm?” Kuroo huffed as he pulled his fingers from your pussy, leaving you clenching around nothing once more. You looked back at him in time to see him lining himself up at your entrance. As if knowing you were watching, Kuroo lifted his gaze, locking his eyes on yours as he pressed the tip inside. You couldn’t help the hiss that whistled out through your teeth. Kuroo didn’t slow down. He took a firm hold of your hip and pushed further inside. His own jaw slacked and a low whine drawled from his throat when he sheathed himself inside you completely.
“Fuck–” Kuroo’s fingers tightened at your hip and the other hand moved into your hair. “You feel so– So good.” His breath hitched as you clamped down on him, urging him to move. And ever the gentleman, if he dared say so himself, he complied; pulling back and slapping back inside. Fast. Hard. Kuroo picked up and settled on a ferocious pace that had you mewling and babbling in time with each of his thrusts. His own sounds mingled with yours and the noise of his skin slapping against yours.
Kuroo soon pulled you back up against his own body, drilling into you with a desperate need. With you flush against his chest, Kuroo let his head flop down on your shoulder, resting his forehead against your skin, as he let out a long pitched whine.
Sex with Kuroo was like this. He enjoyed being cocky and teasing you in regards to foreplay. He knew what you liked and how you liked it. However his cocky attitude failed him, whenever his cock was buried inside your pussy, and he was reduced to a whining, needy mess, thrusting mercilessly into your tight hole. And you liked him like that. He was pure instincts, heavy breathing and intense stamina.
Kuroo’s fingers found their way to your clit as he continued to thrust his cock into you. His other hand roamed your body, tracing your skin as if trying to savor each and every inch of you. Each and every tiny moment he was able to touch you.
As a means to keep yourself steady, you had one hand braced against the cold tiles. With each of Kuroo’s thrusts, you felt yourself rising further and further up on your toes. Whether to make it easier for Kuroo to thrust into you or maybe to try and upend his relentless pace, you actually didn’t know to be sure. Maybe it was both. However, just as you reached all the way up to your tippy toes, the angle of Kuroo’s thrusts changed. Your knees wobbled and your eyes rolled back when he hit the sweetest spot inside of you. Ever the observant partner, Kuroo noticed the slight quiver of your body. the flutter of your cunt around him. His lips latched onto your skin as he drilled into that same spot again. and again. and again.
Your eyes screwed shut as you grabbed onto Kuroo’s arm, clinging on for dear life as your legs started shaking. Kuroo worked his finger faster on your clit. His breathing got heavier and harder as he panted against your skin.
“Please–” His words broke off in a groan, almost drowned out by the crescendo of moans falling over your lips.”You can– Cum for me, please– Baby please–” Kuroo snapped his hips sharply against yours and pressed down harder on your clit. Your jaw dropped and the heat that’d been pooling in the pit of your stomach snapped. Your walls pulsed around Kuroo’s cock, drawing a deep moan from his throat, as he fought to keep his pace steady through your high.
He failed. Of course he did. Kuroo was an attentive lover, and he never allowed himself to tumble over the edge before you’d done so first. But when you did, he never lasted long. But how could he, when the noises you made were so sweet, and when you clenched around him and you just felt so good? Kuroo’s thrusts stuttered. Turned sloppy as your walls milked his cock dry. Every last drop was squeezed from the angry tip still rutting deep inside of your pussy. Little by little, his movements stilled. The water was starting to lose its heat. Kuroo’s arms snaked around your middle and pulled you closer, and for a moment you let yourself enjoy his warmth, caressing the skin of his forearms with your fingertips. Contempt, Kuroo nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck. A mild smile graced your face before turning slightly wicked.
“Did the quick part end with the orgasm?” You teased and felt his hold on you tightening slightly. “We still have to hurry, you know. Probably now more than would’ve needed be.” Kuroo’s deep groan had you laughing heartily, as you reached over to turn off the water.
“Don’t laugh,” Kuroo mumbled against your shoulder.
“Aww, why not?” You asked in feigned innocence. However, his reply was not what you expected.
“Because if you do,” he started, finally lifting his head and nibbling at your earlobe. “It’ll get hard again and we don’t have time for round two, now do we?”
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