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bicsbec · 2 years

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Check Point

A brief kuroken one-shot (AO3 link)

Kenma was streaming again. Not that it was a problem. Tetsurou was only concerned with Kenma's lack of self preservation.

He would hole himself up in his office, streaming for hours on end, forgetting to eat or drink water or sleep. Tetsurou wasn't in the habit of interrupting his streams, but he had long since silently vowed to check on Kenma when he exceeded the twelve hour mark of not exiting the room. Check points, they called them.

This morning, Tetsurou was fairly certain Kenma had never made it to bed. He glanced at the timer on his watch in the mirror, his fingers stopping their work on his tie to focus on the numbers. 11:56:08.

Kenma sometimes did that, set the timer himself. Tetsurou smiled in the mirror.

He made his way over to Kenma's office, knocking first. No response.

"Kenma, check point."

He could hear faint chimes coming from inside, he recognized them as sounds the chat sometimes made.

"Kenma?"

Still nothing. Tetsurou risked a peek inside and his heart stuttered.

Kenma had fallen asleep on stream, their cat, Mikasa, was curled up on the back of his neck, lifting her head to sniff at the camera. It was honestly the cutest sight in the world.

The chat was flying past on screen, the stream had switched to a screen saver, the corner where Kenma's feed usually appeared was covered by a pink nose. Tetsurou smirked at the onslaught of hearts and coos shown on the screen as he picked up the calico.

Kenma stirred a little, but didn't wake.

"Kenma?" Tetsuro shook him gently. "Check point, pause the stream or something."

Mikasa squirmed in his arm, leaping to the floor. She circled his legs once and exited the office; it was time for breakfast.

Kenma blinked awake, looking disoriented. He sat up quickly and winced.

"Ow," he mumbled, rubbing at his neck. "Kuro, I'm streaming."

"No, you were sleeping." Tetsurou did a quick scan of the area, picking up empty wrappers and suspicious looking bottles. His wrist began to beep then. "And that's twelve hours."

"Got it," he sighed, rubbing at his eye. He signed off with an apology and a shake of his head.

He shuffled out of the room, looking dead on his feet. Tetsurou was close at his heels, picking up all the trash he could manage in one trip. Tetsurou threw it out in the kitchen, finally going to feed Mikasa as well.

When he turned, Kenma was sitting at the dining table, with his head down.

"Oi."

Kenma only grumbled.

"What were you shaking your head at, you don't close streams like that."

"The chat was asking questions."

"About what?"

Kenma looked up, his eyes squinting at Tetsurou's neck.

"Your tie is ridiculous."

Tetsurou laughed at that.

"They’re volleyballs, it’s great," he chuckled, looking down at his tie.

"Dork."

"Nerd."

Kenma smiled sleepily. "The chat was asking about your dorky tie. I refused to be held accountable for your questionable fashion sense."

Tetsurou shrugged. "I like what I like. I'm heading out, I've got a meeting with the Alders' PR manager."

"Have fun."

"Go to bed."

Kenma nodded, watching as Mikasa swished her tail back and forth as she ate.

Kuro had been overworking himself recently. He often forgot how to separate home from work. It was like he never left the office. He'd have spreadsheets laid out on the coffee table, calling sponsors and balancing budgets. Mikasa would often fall asleep on top of the sheets, that being the only reason Kuro stopped working at all.

One evening Kenma was laying on the couch, playing on his POP; he'd been feeling nostalgic. Kuro was sitting on the floor, leaned against the couch, running through some numbers. Kenma glanced over and nudged his head with his foot.

"Yeah?" Kuro leaned his head back, closing his eyes.

"Check point."

Kuro's head turned toward him, a smile spreading on his lips. "Yeah, okay."

He stood up and started to crawl on top of Kenma.

"Wait, no—that's not what I meant."

"Too late," Kuro sighed, burrowing under Kenma's chin. Kenma huffed, settling the handheld on top of Kuro's head.

It was easy to fall asleep like that, POP slipping from his hand, eyes drooping, Kuro's slow breaths lulling him to sleep as well. Life was hectic enough as it was, being a respite for each other only made sense. Easy check points to rest.

#haikyuu!!#kuroo tetsurou #kozume kenma #the cat is named after the volleball brand #it is kuroo's doing #FLUFF #domestic fluff #no plot here #ao3fic #writing #fanfiction #742 words #bicsbec

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luvring · 11 months

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WEDDING MOMENTS

gn!reader | kuroo, bokuto, akaashi, hinata, atsumu, osamu, ushijima hello everyone i'm back 🫶 these are more reception moments than wedding but y'know. give me a break man...

KUROO leans in and whispers in your ear as you dance, “is it bad i want to go home and just lie in bed with you now?” “why are you whispering as if someone can hear you?” you snicker back. tetsurou shoots you a cheeky smile. “so it looks like i’m saying something romantic.” you hit his shoulder, and he only laughs before pulling you into a tight hug. you wait for him to let go before replying. “idiot. but no, it isn’t. my back and feet hurt.” he hums, and you can feel his fingers tapping your back. “do you think it’s possible for newly weds to sneak out of their own wedding reception?”

BOKUTO is walking down the aisle again as everyone disperses to talk or get ready for the reception. you walk up to him, curiosity piqued as he bends down. “what are you doing?” “huh?” he drops a few petals that he was clutching. “crap—hi, baby. i’m just, uh, picking up some of the flowers to take with us. i saw someone do it online, and i thought we could press them or put them somewhere,” he explains softly, as if a little embarrassed. your heart flutters at the thought, and you smile before reaching down yourself. “we better get some flowers, then. and a ziploc bag or something.”

AKAASHI relaxes and rests his head against yours while you watch your guests mingling and dancing. you reach for his hand and intertwine fingers. “you okay?” he nods in response and presses a chaste kiss to your jaw. “yeah, i can finally calm down and not worry about something terrible happening.” “mm, something terrible could still happen.” “love of my life, can you please give your husband a break?” keiji blows air against your skin, eliciting a laugh from you. his tone is light, and you can feel him smiling even while you apologize.

HINATA takes one of the polaroid cameras that you got for the guests. you watch as he poses and takes a picture of himself before handing it to you. “do you want me to take a selfie?” he nods with a grin. “yeah! and also sign it so i can put it in my wallet, or maybe the back of my phone?” his sentence ends as a question to himself. you get your phone so you can check your appearance before mimicking your now husband’s pose. “sho, i swear if mine is bad i want a redo,” you say. he sputters as he looks at his forming photo. “well that’s good because i definitely screwed mine up. i’m like half in the frame.”

ATSUMU’s knee bounces as the video of your relationship the both of you got done nears its end. you shoot him a look, but he doesn’t seem to notice, gaze fixed on the scene. that’s when you hear a familiar voice, but unfamiliar clip start to play. “it’s, fuck, what day is it? november 13, and i’m pretty sure i need t’look for an engagement ring,” your now husband says into the camera. you gape, shock evident across your face. atsumu’s voice is soft as he says your name. “i love you, really. and if you’re seeing this then i didn’t fuck this up, and you decided to marry me, and i’m probably ‘bout to have a heart attack,” he nervously laughs. you turn to atsumu next to you, whose face is flushed red. “don’t look at me, the video isn’t done yet.”

OSAMU keeps holding your hand, and if he isn’t holding it he’s probably thinking of doing so. you don’t mind, finding comfort in the way he rubs the back of it. you’re sitting together when he silently reaches for it again. “i’m pretty sure you’ve held my hand more today than this entire week.” osamu rolls his eyes but smiles. you stare as he gently takes hold of your ring and fidgets with it. “sorry, can’t stop thinkin’ about how we’re actually married now.” you stare at each other, and he rests his chin in his palm. with his other hand, he brings yours up to press gentle kisses against the ring and your skin. “just another excuse to stay close t’you.”

USHIJIMA looks over when you poke his shoulder, and quickly realizes you’re trying to feed him some cake. “say ahh,” you sing song. it’s a half-joke, and you don’t fully expect him to accept, but he leans forward and opens his mouth, hand underneath the fork to catch any crumbs. despite his serious expression and stature, you can't help but think he looks cute. “i know we picked this flavour, but does it taste good?” you ask. wakatoshi nods. “it was a good choice.” he gets a forkful for who you assume is himself. but instead he lifts it toward you. “do you want to try now?”

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#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #kuroo x reader #bokuto x reader #akaashi x reader #hinata x reader #atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #ushijima x reader #kuroo tetsuro #bokuto kotaro #akaashi keiji #hinata shoyo #miya atsumu #miya osamu #ushijima wakatoshi #haikyuu multi chara posts u mean the world 2 me #when no one has my back...i know u do.. can i get an amen ?!

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torusdove · 1 month

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These men would happily watch any Barbie movie with you. Will they admit that? No, absolutely not. Will they, however, watch the film from beginning to end without missing even a single second? Yes, absolutely.

They might've been skeptical the first time you offered it, but overtime they didn't complain and instead.. fully enjoyed the new Friday tradition. In fact, if you get into bed and put something else on, they might ask you themselves to put on a Barbie film instead.

"You enjoy them wholeheartedly, sweetheart. I like spending time with you regardless of what we're doing."

They're full of crap, and you know this too. Still, they're your own little princesses which you'd do anything for to amuse them.

That includes "believing" them when they tell you they enjoy watching the films for you, and not themselves.

Satoru Gojo, Yuuji Itadori, Choso, Tetsurō Kurō, Tadashi Yamaguchi (he does admit it, though), Tōru Oikawa, Takahiro Hanamaki, Kōtarō Bokuto, Rintarō Suna, Atsumu Miya, Kazuha, Thoma, Childe, Kaeya, Itto, Rafayel (lnd) + your favourite.

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everythingiaskfor · 2 months

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kuroo x reader, pure fluff

one morning you see someone on social media do that challenge where you call your boyfriend “husband” to see their reactions, and that’s all you could think about the whole day. and it didn’t help when one of your close friends did the same challenge and sent it on a group chat.

see, kuroo was not the type to get embarrassed and definitely not the one to deny it immediately but you couldn't really imagine what he would do. so you set the plan perfectly to find out your boyfriend's reaction. just today a package was delivered, so you would record a little video like you were showing the product to your friends, something that you would do sometimes, but you would do it in your bed with your boyfriend beside you.

so when the night came, you and tetsuro were lying in bed almost getting ready to sleep when you say “i’m recording a little video for the girls showing what got here today, but you don’t need to move, it’s only going on our group chat.” he mumbles something not minding, as he keeps looking at his phone. so you set your phone up and hit record.

“heyy, look what got here today! i’m opening it now, don’t mind my husband here. the packaging it’s actually nicer than i thought, i was so worried it would break.” you keep talking trying not to get distracted as tetsuro stares at you with the biggest glowing eyes after you called him husband.

“what?” you look at him holding back a smile. “uhh, nothing, keep going” and he tries to look away but as soon as you open your mouth to talk again he’s looking at you again, like a child opening their gift on christmas. and then you gave up on the act, jumping on him laughing and pampering his face with kisses, making him respond with a confused laugh.

“what is this? do you want me to stop the video?” he asks, completely lost in the situation.

“noo, it’s good, babe. i’ll do it.” you say getting the phone. “you are just so sweet, looking at me like that, i couldn’t keep going” you say, chuckling a little.

“wait.” he says with a surprised face. “so you did it on purpose?”

“yes, love. is this silly challenge i saw and wanted to try with you.”

“i can’t believe this” he says pretending to be offended. “i thought you actually loved me and wanted me to be your husband” he says, avoiding you as you try to kiss his face. “nuh-uh! you don’t get to kiss this pretty face -he points to his face- if you don’t apologize”

“aww, come on tetsu, it was just a bit” you say still trying to kiss him.

“oh, so it was bit! i can’t believe you!” he chuckles, getting out of your way once again.

when he gets tired of getting away you are on your knees with his legs between yours, both hands on his cheeks. “of course i want you to be my husband, tetsuro.” you kiss him once. “and i only felt okay doing this, because i want to call you husband one day” you kiss him again. “so, now, can i please have my rights to kissing you pretty face back, i don’t know if i can live without them.” you ask dramatically and he blushes, responding with a very quiet ‘yeah’ leaning into another kiss.

after some more kisses you sit beside him again.

“but i’m saving the video. your face was just too cute for me to delete it” you say, putting your phone away.

“well, i’ll let it slide for now”

#totally inspired by my friends doing this challenge in our group chat #kuroo testuro #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #hq x reader #kuroo fluff #haikyuu fluff

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frobby · 27 days

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list of haikyuu character with actual real world jobs

-oikawa (accepted player for san juan Argentina )

-hinata (accepted player for sesi san paulo + japanese tourism ambassador for sendai japan)

-kageyama (japanese tourism ambassador for sendai japan)

-kuroo (appointed as special chief of japan's volleyball association's PR department)

#irl volleyball just loves using haikyuu as promotion for the sport and i love it #cuz thats really what haikyuu is all about getting people to play volleyball #and if the silly little anime men make people pay attention to irl volleyball then it has served its purpose #who do yall think will get a real job next #also if i missed anyone let me know #or if i got any facts wrong #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #hq #hinata shouyou #kageyama tobio #oikawa tooru #kuroo tetsurou #**I forgot to add but hinata has actually been a tourism icon twice but the first time it was as hina bird so i didnt include it #Idk about kageyama tho #I also forgot to put that sesi san paulo is a brazilian team oopsie #Figure it out man

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dfsdgaefh · 1 month

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for ur prompts post!!!! highschool krkn meeting timeskip krkn???? 👀👀 👀 love ur art so much!!!

i think kuroo would actually be thrilled to meet his future/past self but this was funnier to draw

(WAGH THANK U BY THE WAY)

#i also think hs kenma would be so interested he'd do the <•><•> face but apathy was also funnuer to draw #scribbles #haikyuu #kozume kenma #kuroo tetsurou #kuroken

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eternally-tired-muffin · 1 month

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live footage of two silly goofs getting scolded by their captains for doing more than "a little bit" extra on their first training camp

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txmxkis · 2 months

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Rinii, what do you think kuroo would say or react when reader starts feeling self-conscious about readers body, like if reader asks "am i getting fatter" or "do you think im fat?"

ohhhhhh i did not plan to do this but this is something that is so personal to me

warnings. gn!reader, fluffy and probably cheesy as always, chubby!reader is implied but i tried to keep it as inclusive as possible, reader is insecure. again, apparently i can only write self indulgent things my bad

you were supposed to be ready to leave the apartment half an hour ago. you weren't usually one to be late to anything, in fact it made you incredibly anxious when you were. however, today your insecurity outweighed your need to be punctual, and you just couldn't leave while looking like this.

actually, today you couldn't leave looking like anything. pieces of clothing lay strewn across the room, hangers discarded on the floor next to the closet. you had tried on every single one, and still there were none that looked flattering on you.

"oi! are you ready yet? i mean, take your time 'n everything, but technically we're late."

kuroo's voice calling from the other room pulls you out of your thoughts momentarily. he never rushes you, which is something you appreciate greatly. it helps that he knows you well enough to know that you would never be late without good reason.

"is there something i can help with orrrr?"

you could hear his voice getting closer and you really didn't want him to see you in this state right now.

he pokes his head past the doorframe and makes a noise of astonishment.

"a tornado go through here while i was gone or somethin'? or are you just trying to spontaneously reorganize things again."

you roll your eyes at that second thing.

"noooo, i just can't decide what to wear. nothing looks good on me today."

he's standing fully in the doorway now, hands in his pockets as he raises an eyebrow and looks you up and down.

"then wear nothing, it looks great on you."

he smirks and you make a futile attempt not to crack a smile as you feel your face start to burn. suddenly you're even more self conscious, so you grab the nearest piece of clothing to hold in front of you.

"tetsurou, i'm being serious! we needed to leave like forty minutes ago and i can't wear any of these clothes without looking-"

you stop yourself just before you could say fat. you hate giving the word a negative connotation. there's nothing wrong with being fat, nothing that should make you feel like this, anyway. like you wanted to crawl out of your skin. usually you were pretty neutral about your body, on very rare occasions could even love things about it. sometimes, it all catches up to you, though.

all the whispers in your head that come from no one but yourself, degrading you and making you feel worthless because of how you look. logically, you know those thoughts are complete and utter bullshit, but it's so hard to continuously fight against them. today, you're slipping a little.

"i know exactly what you're thinking over there. something about your clothes not fitting quite right and that somehow it makes you unloveable."

you don't even have time to pretend to be shocked that he knows you so well before he just keeps on going.

"well i've got news for you, babe, i've never seen you manage to look bad. i actually think it's impossible for you or something."

for a few moments too long, you just stand there gaping at him. he takes that as his cue to walk towards you, remove the sweater that you've been using as a shield, and toss it off to the side.

"there. better."

you finally snap out of it and smack him on the arm, but before you can pull away, he catches your wrist. he brings it up to his lips slowly, and kisses right where your pulse is probably hammering away at the moment, locking eyes with you as he does.

how are you ever supposed to argue with him if he keeps stunning you into silence?

"i don't think you'll ever understand how much i love you, doesn't matter if you change physically or not. and it doesn't matter what you wear either, so can you pleaseeee put on something so we can go. we both know you'll look perfect in anything."

"ugh, fine! but you get to help me pick."

he rubs his hands together with a devious grin, and you know he'll be grabbing the most revealing thing he can find. you know him well, too, after all.

"something appropriate."

"awww, damn."

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xbuster · 2 months

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身長制限の罠 by @kager_en ※Translated and typeset by me

#black jack #kuroo hazama #pinoko #twitter keeps making me follow black jack artists #so of course now i have to do black jack translations

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internetb3by · 2 months

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i want jason todd to read to me. i want him to lay next to me in bed and read me his favorite novels. his calming voice lulling me to sleep as he reads me lines from his favorite jane austen novel. and when he senses i’m asleep he places a soft kiss to my temple.

he’s the type to only be able to sleep after you fall asleep. after he senses you’re sleep he shuts the book (bookmarking where he left off ofc), sets it aside, and pulls the string of the lamp on your bedside table before cuddling up to you.

bonus points after he finishes reading you his favorite book he gives you a personalized copy of the book as a gift. By personalized I mean he annotates the book and highlighted the parts you really seemed to enjoy.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #this might bc a bit ooc idk #but i’ve had the head cannon of him giving you a annotated book for a while #shout out to whoever head cannoned kuroo from haikyuu doing that #it’s stuck with me for years and i think it’s fits jason v well #not really edited btw just something quick i came up with after reading

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satorisoup · 3 months

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RANDOM BOYFRIEND TEXTS .ᐟ

ft. akaashi, kuroo & bokuto

warnings : pet names (sweetheart, my love/love, baby). mentions of kisses :3

ᰔ AKAASHI

ᰔ KUROO

ᰔ BOKUTO

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moonbeamwritings · 1 year

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haikyuu boys and little moments of joy .*･｡ﾟ

↳ ft. nishinoya, bokuto, kuroo, and atsumu

NISHINOYA calls to you from the end of the freezer aisle, the freezer door propped open with his hip as he clutches what appears to be a small box in his hands. When you come up on his left side, he fixes you with what you can only describe as a face-splitting grin. His eyes sparkle as he holds the box of mango popsicles out to you. "They have them! These are my favorite." You remember the box all too well; it's one that had sat in your freezer for three, maybe four, days max before the popsicles disappeared entirely. "I thought they stopped carrying them! I'm getting them." Yuu's excitement is contagious, and you find a smile of your own working its way onto your face. As he drops not one, but two boxes of the frozen treat into your shopping cart and starts to push it again, his joy refusing to wane, you loop your arm through his and squish your cheek into his shoulder.

BOKUTO starts pulling clothes from the dryer and plopping them into your laundry bin to be folded. And as a bundle of socks makes its journey to the basket, a stray purple one jumps from the pile, but before it can hit the floor, Koutarou catches it with his foot. His eyes immediately shoot to meet yours, disbelief clouding his features for only a moment before his slacked jaw is morphing into a grin so wide it squishes his cheeks and crinkles his eyes at the corners. You catch a glimpse of his sweet dimples and your heart catches in your chest. "Baby, did you see that!? That was awesome!" You grin back, adding to his excitement by gushing about how cool it was and that you can't believe he just did it. He beams under your attention, his smile so bright you feel like you need to squint to view it properly. With unrestrained joy, he kicks the sock up and catches it in his hand. "I'm on a roll!"

KUROO stands before you in your shared bedroom, a new outfit adorning his body. He'd been so eager to share it with you after his trip to the store that he could hardly contain himself, pulling you up from the couch and down to your bedroom mere seconds after coming through the front door. The outfit is simple but sleek — a soft black sweater and perfectly-tailored black slacks. He lifts his arms a bit and does a little spin, a proud smile evident on his features when he turns back to face you. "Well," he starts, eagerly, "what do you think? Do you like them?" Before you can even respond, you watch as his eyes shift to grin at himself in the mirror. "I was thinking of wearing it with that white collared shirt you bought me underneath and those nice dress shoes I bought last year." He's so pleased with it that it makes him, and his new outfit, all the more handsome. You tell him as much, and his excitement only mounts, pulling you in to pepper kisses all over your cheeks.

ATSUMU's eyes widen as soon as the song starts. You could recognize the opening beats of it anywhere — a song Atsumu has proudly proclaimed is his favorite almost every time you've heard it. And this time, like all the others, he cranks the dial on the radio and shifts his eyes away from the road for only a moment to tell you with a cute grin, "Ahh, I love this song!" He sings along, bobbing his head to the beat and drumming his fingers on the steering wheel for a moment before reaching across the center console to tap the beat against your thigh. You're so wrapped up in his excitement that you can't help but join in, singing along with both Atsumu and the radio. The action leads to an impromptu, and very passionate, karaoke session — one that leaves you both with an ache in your cheeks from smiling.

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burakku-jakku · 7 months

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Osamu Tezuka Black Jack playing cards (2003)

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maytey · 2 years

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𝐆𝚬𝚻𝚻𝚰𝚴𝐆 𝐖𝚨𝐋𝐊𝚬𝐃 𝚰𝚴 𝚶𝚴 — 𝐇𝐐

ft. akaashi, oikawa, kenma, bokuto

cw: 18+ mdni, fem!reader, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, tit sucking, exhibitionism

a/n: went a lil crazy with these, i was having too much fun with the set up for each one

❁ akaashi

between work and other unavoidable life things, it left like it had been an eternity since the last time you and your boyfriend saw each other. his roommate was going to be out that night, leaving the apartment to just the two of you. akaashi had the night all planned out. a nice home-cooked meal ready by the time you arrived. dessert he picked up that morning from a near-by bakery. and then taking his time with you in the bedroom.

after so long without seeing each other, there was bound to be some tension built up. there was only so much you could do on your own to relieve some of that tension. by the time he had you laid out naked on his bed, your pussy was a sopping mess. he had to peel your panties from your body. it embarrassed you, the obviousness of your desperation, but it drove him crazy.

he kissed your thighs, dancing around your needy pussy. pathetically thrusting your hips toward his face, you whined. “keiji, please. don’t tease me.”

he loved hearing you beg. it made him weak. his hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as his tongue licked the first stripe up through your folds. a stuttered sigh escaped you at the feeling, head thrown back against the pillows. your hands wove through his hair as his tongue flicked back and forth over your clit before his lips wrapped around it. he repeated the pattern of flicking and sucking. and then he was trailing one hand down, a slender finger slipping inside your wet cunt.

your back arched, a moan simultaneously slipping from your lips. akaashi rutted his hips into the mattress at the sound. he was always methodical and thorough when it came to your pleasure. he knew everything about you, knew just what to do to have your toes curling and mind going hazy.

with his mouth toying with you clit and his finger rubbing against that one spot, your thighs clenched around his head. you came on his face with a moan, back arching. once you came down from your high, he pulled his mouth off you. "one more," he said before dipping his back down and latching onto your clit yet again.

you were nearing the peak of yet other orgasm, his tongue and finger working in tandem, when you both heard the tell tale sound of his doorknob twisting. as soon as the door opened, akaashi was above you, leaving you empty and desperate. he tugged the sheets over your bodies for added protection. the look he leveled his roommate was serious. he didn't even give him a chance to get a word out, a flat but commanding, "leave," exiting his mouth. his roommate, wide-eyed and red in the face, nodded and backed out immediately.

akaashi sighed, forehead pressing against your own. his eyes were closed as he apologized. "i'm sorry, he was supposed to be out all night."

it was hard for you to care about being interrupted when all you could focus on was the ache between your thighs. you opened your mouth to say something but were interrupted by akaashi's phone vibrating on the nightstand.

he leaned over to check it. he let out a breathy chuckle. "it's my roommate, he said, 'i'm going to the store for a couple hours'." he looked back to you. "what do you want to do?"

you couldn't wait any longer, your desperation getting the better of you. you wrapped your arms around his neck. "fuck me, please."

he smiled, dipping down to kiss your lips, one hand running down your thigh and lifting your leg up. his fingers slid between your legs, making teasing circles around your desperate hole. "not until you give me one more."

❁ oikawa

after seeing you show up to his practice in that adorable sundress just this side of too short, how could he not pull you aside to the locker room. he didn't even bother telling anyone he was going to step away for a minute. he merely disappeared with you in tow. not a word was said until he had you straddling his lap on one of the benches, tucked away amongst the standing lockers.

his hands ran down your sides, toying with the hem of your dress. "you know i can't focus when you show up something like this." his hands slid down to your ass and he pulled you against the bulge in his shorts. "feel what you do to me?"

you wiggled against him, pulling a deep groan from him in response. his hands gripped firmly on your ass, head tossed back as he regained his composure. when he looked back at you there was an impish glint in his eyes.

"i can't go back to practice like this," he said. "you wanna help me?" you nod enthusiastically, how could you pass up such an opportunity? he grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger. "uh-uh i need to hear you."

"yes," you breathed, crumbling under the intensity of his stare.

"good girl." his hand reached around you and under your skirt to pull your wet panties aside. no time to undress at all, this was a time sensitive matter. your hand reached down to free him from his shorts. he guided you onto his cock, slowly sinking you down its entirety.

he stretched you so beautifully. you knew he felt it too by the way he sucked in a breath. never did he tire of feeling your tight pussy wrap around him. the hands on your ass helped you begin to move, steadily guiding you up and down. with the way his cock brushed against your sensitive walls it was near impossible to keep quiet.

once you'd built a steady pace for yourself, he tugged the top of your dress down, watching as your tits now bounced freely. he leaned down, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking on it. the action had you instinctively pressing your chest against his face. he released your nipple, a string of saliva connecting it to his mouth. he looked up at you only briefly before latching onto your other nipple, leaving the other cold without his attention.

the door to the locker room swung open, heavy footsteps getting louder. with your back to the direction the person was approaching, you couldn’t see who walked in, only knowing it was one of his teammates or coaches. you tried to turn to look, curiosity getting the better of you. but oikawa grabbed you jaw, soft but firm, with his hand. “eyes on me baby.”

“is this really what you ditched practice for?”

you could barely focus on their conversation as oikawa’s thumb began to circle your clit, his other hand still guiding you on his cock. it was almost exciting being watched by someone. almost. his eyes remained on you as he spoke, "it's just a quick break."

"you've been gone for 15 minutes."

with how casual he spoke, it had to be a teammate. his thumb pressed harder on your clit, speeding up at the same time. you were right on the edge of your orgasm. though you tried to keep quiet with someone else present, a moan slipped out of you. your cheeks heated in embarrassment. you buried your head in the crook of his neck. your thrusts came to a total halt. it was too much.

the hand rubbing your clit moved to stroke your thigh. "the sooner you leave, the sooner i'll be back."

"it's kinda hard to practice without you," the teammate grumbled as he left.

oikawa rubbed at your back with the hand that was previously on your thigh. he placed a soft kiss to your temple. "i pushed you too far didn't i? i'm sorry. i should have just sent him off immediately."

you didn't want anyone but oikawa to see you in that vulnerable a state. it excited you at first but quickly became more than you wanted. you were going to suggest continuing, for his sake, when he pulled you fully off him and sat you sideways on his lap.

"when i get home, we're doing all this over and so much more," he said, stroking your cheek with a thumb. "i'm gonna spend all night apologizing."

❁ kenma

it was a casual day in, both of you doing your own thing while existing together in his room. stumbling upon a particularly suggestive picture on your twitter feed had your eyes wandering toward your boyfriend, arousal pooling between your legs at the mere thoughts running through your head.

kenma was seated at his desk, tapping and clicking wilding at his keyboard and mouse. he didn't notice you crawling under his desk. he only realized your there when your hand slid up his thigh, causing him to start at the sudden contact. he paused his game and slid the chair far back enough to peer down at you. his eyes narrowed, knowing you were up to something. and he had a very good idea as to what.

your hand slid further up his thigh, feather light against his cock. and then immediately pulling away. teasing him the way you knew he hated. "i'm bored," you said, fingers dancing along the waistband of his sweatpants.

kenma swallowed. he'd never admit it out loud, but he loved seeing you on your knees in front of him. your eyes peering up at him, silently begging. and yet you were still totally in control. the whole display had him getting harder and harder the longer he looked at you.

"can i play with you, kenma?" you asked, hooking your fingers in his waistband and tugging lightly. he nodded, eyes fixed to your lips. with his silent approval, you tugged harder at his waistband, his cock springing free. pre-cum was already beading on his tip. you smeared it around his tip before wrapping your hand around him. he moaned at the experimental tugs you gave him.

you licked up the vein on the underside of his cock, swirling your tongue around his tip and taking him all the way in your mouth and coming off him with an audible pop. he swore under his breath, head tossing back against his chair. "do that again."

using your hand to jerk him off, you said to him, "so demanding." you threw a teasing grin up at him, but obliged his request. the repeated action drew a moan from him.

you were just getting into a rhythm, taking his cock all the way in and pulling back to just the tip, when his bedroom door swung open. "yo, kenma we're gonna play--" his roommate, kuroo, cut off when he saw you, mouth still wrapped around kenma. you hurried to pull off him. "oh, i didn't know you were here."

kenma stood and pulled his sweats back up, moving to cover your embarrassed form with his own equally embarrassed form. despite the flush coating his cheeks, kenma's face bore a frown. "get out, kuroo, we're in the middle of something."

his roommate smirked, leaning against the door frame and folding his arms over his chest. "I saw."

"get. out."

kuroo raised his hands in surrender, chuckling under his breath. “alright, alright. but be safe kids. use protection.”

the door shut before kenma could respond. he let out a frustrated sigh, hands clenched into tight fists at his sides. he sank back down into his chair and turned to face you, nestled under his desk, face still warm with waning embarrassment. he buried his face in his hands. "i'm so sorry. i need to implement a stricter knocking policy."

it was funny to you, nekoma's former brain could analyze an opponent and form a counter attack fairly easily, but he didn't have to foresight to anticipate a possible intrusion while getting head. you wouldn't say that to him, though. not yet, at least.

for the time being, you handed him a controller. "why don't we play something together?"

❁ bokuto

the rush of victory was still fresh in veins, even after celebrating with the team. he snuck you away early back to his hotel room. with all of the commotion, he hoped no one would notice the lack of his overwhelming presence.

he was on you the moment you stepped out of the elevator. hands roaming down the length of your body, lips locking onto yours. he couldn't get enough of you. his hands slid down your back, stopping once they met with your ass. he gave them a rough squeeze. if he had to pick a part of you he loved most, your ass would be a top contender.

he only parted from the soft flesh to fumble with room's keycard, unwilling to let go of you anymore. he let out a small triumphant noise when he got the door open, making you giggle against his lips. he led you into the room, already having unzipped your dress by the time the door closed behind you both. you kicked off your shoes. he slipped the sleeves of your dress down your shoulders, letting it then fall and pool on the floor.

he pulled away from you. his gaze was intense, hungry, as he looked over your naked body. his hand cupped you jaw, finger sliding over your bottom lip, wet with your mixed saliva. the words that met you never failed to make your legs weak, "how did i get so lucky with someone so perfect."

he held the sides of your face in his hands and leaned in to kiss you once again. you made quick work of his clothes, parting from his lips for no longer than necessary. he loved the feeling of you kisses. no matter what they were always so sweet to him.

his hands moved to the backs of your thighs, picking you up with ease. he couldn't be bothered to carry you to the bed yet, instead sitting on the dresser and one hand already dipping between your thighs. two fingers slipped inside your wet pussy and he caught your first moan in yet another kiss. once he built a steady pace, he moved to kiss and nip at your neck, intent on leaving his mark.

at the feeling of you clenching around his fingers, he could have cum right then alongside you. he wanted to play with you a little longer, but he didn't have that sort of patience at the moment. he picked you up and set you on top of the bed, over the covers. he spared a moment to appreciate the way you looked splayed out on the bed. and then he was hovering over you.

he brought your knees up and lined up his cock with your awaiting hole. he shuddered as he sank into you. "feel so good," he muttered. he'd never get tired of the feeling. the pace he started was slow, pulling out and then sinking back in. letting you get used to him again before he really got started.

hooking your legs over his arms, he began to quicken his thrusts until skin started slapping against skin. your sweet moans filled the room, spurring him on. the way you squeezed around his cock made it hard to focus on anything else. whenever he was this intense in bed, he tended to get quiet except for his own noises of pleasure.

through the haze of your approaching orgasm, you thought you heard the sound of the door clicking shut. your eyes opened to find his teammate stumbling into the room. he froze and stared at the display in front of him. bokuto didn’t seem notice, his thrusts still pounding into your spasming pussy. you slapped at his chest until his intense concentration broke. he finally stopped, brows furrowing.

"what is it? what's wrong? did i hurt you?" you shook your head and wordlessly pointed at the sudden audience. he turned, eyes widening for only a second. “can you give us like 20 minutes to finish up?”

the teammate nodded, a faint blush rising to his cheeks. he nearly tripped in his effort to get back out the door as quickly as possible. you felt a little bad, having kicked him out of his own room. but that guilt faded away almost immediately. bokuto began moving his hips again, pulling an involuntary moan from you.

“alright, babe, we only have 20 minutes, we gotta make this quick.”

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