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bokutosenpai · 2 years

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help me, please

in which bokuto has a problem and only the neighbour with the pretty smile can help him.

a/n: my first post after a year of inactivity!!! i’m so sorry if i didn’t post anything—uni just started to kick my ass harder than usual and certain personal problems also happened—everything is all good now though! and i’m planning on being active again here! yay!!

bokuto likes to think that he’s fearless.

in theory he should be—almost 200 pounds of muscle, capable of breaking your back with a slap, can hit a ball to the speed of 90 km/h, towering at 190 centimetres.

so when a large, (stadium large—he swears!) creature of hell, appeared on his table. he did what any fearless person would do.

knocked on the neighbour’s door down the hall and ask them to it kill it for him.

“howdy new neighbour,” bokuto grinned as you opened the door in a hurry to his frantic knocking.

his smile, you observed, was wobbling—borderline creepy. “my name’s bokuto,”

you can’t believe you trusted kageyama with your apartment search. it’s the second day and there’s already a weirdo in front of your door.

“uh, hey.” you didn’t unhook the lock and peered at the tall thick man through the crack of your door.

“so um, you don’t know me but remember when you smiled at me the other day and i just thought like ‘wow, that’s a pretty smile’ and—“

living alone in the more dangerous part of town (it was cheap, and you were a debt ridden college student so!) and with the various seminars yamaguchi forced you to attend to about stranger danger you shouted the first thing that you think it’ll keep him off your back.

“i have boyfriend!” you interjected and almost closed the door before he tilted his head in confusion.

“um good for you..?” he responded as he smiled in shock until as if a light bulb dinged in his head.

he laughed, “oh! i’m not hitting on you! i don’t mean any harm! it’s just— i live down the hall and saw you help suzu-san with her groceries yesterday when you were bringing up your things—i wasn’t staring or anything, the walls are just just thin and i heard you and saw you did that, so i know you’re nice.” he rambled and before chuckling softly, “hopefully.”

he peeked at you crouching a little bit as if making himself smaller and less intimidating—which strangely worked. you relaxed a little, remembering how intimidating and scary asahi had once looked to you, but realized he was even more scared of you than you were of him.

gaining the confidence, you closed the door softly to unhook the lock and opened the door fully.

“right, sorry—go on,” you nodded, encouraging him to explain more.

he grinned and phew’ed, “anyway i’m just wondering if you could do me a solid and come help with something.”

“i’m willing to pay you with food!” he huffed.

you crossed your arms and quirked an eyebrow, “help with what?”

cautiously entering with pepper spray and a whistle in your pocket you ventured into his unit. not expecting the various things thrown and scattered about in the unit. the lamp bent on the floor, throw pillows in his potted plants, a shattered plate, the tap water running, a cushion, broken glass on the floor and an overwhelming smell of bug spray.

“um, what happened here..?”

his face flushed as he tried to pick up the pillows from the plants, “oh right sorry—um, well i was eating dinner, like usual,”

he looked at you to reaffirm his statement, so you nod regardless of the fact that this was your first interaction with this man.

“and out of no where this thing showed up—“

“thing?”

“yeah, this thing crawling out of no where and—oh my god it’s back!” he screamed, and jumped unto the sofa. pillows once again thrown haphazardly.

“what? what?! what’s back?” following his actions and clutching his arms. the two of you struggled to fight as to who would be in the front, you had no idea what he was freaking out about, but for a man his size it must be something terrifying.

“the spider!” he pointed frantically, trying to push you in front to use you as a shield.

you shrieked, “oh my god the spid- huh?” you stopped and looked to where he was pointing. “a spider.”

your eyes scanned the floors, struggling to locate the alleged terrifying thing. you saw a black dot near the coffee table, the little thing crawling slowly, barely the size of your thumb.

you took a deep breath, “i swear to god—“

the stranger then grabbed pillows and started to throw it at the spider on the floor—missing it by a lot as he continued to freak out.

“geez calm do—calm down man!” grabbing his shoulders shaking him.

“no! it’s moving! get it get it get it!” struggling out your hold and hiding behind your back again. “quick before it hides!”

“okay okay!” raising your hands in surrender and getting off of the sofa, and heading into the kitchen area. but bokuto grabbed your arm before you went too far from him.

“wait wait wait, where are you going?”

“i’m getting some tissues so i can get it out of your apartment.”

“you’re just gonna leave me here?”

he looked at you, even going as far as pouting his lips and holding you with both hands now.

rolling your eyes and grabbing his wrist to loosen his grip on your arm, “yes, and you need to watch where it goes next, so we won’t lose him.”

“but what if it comes near me!” he lets go of your arm instead opts to lean closer into you.

you sighed, “you’re gonna be fine, he’s too small to eat you.”

“does that mean if he was big enough he’s gonna eat me?!”

you decided to not even justify his worries with an answer and continue your short walk to the kitchen. the layout of his apartment is a mirror image of yours so you were familiar with the place enough.

grabbing the roll, seeing your neighbour still frozen and freaked, “i’m back, where’s the bugger?”

“thank you again!” bokuto breathed, walking you back to your unit.

“it’s not a problem.”

he placed a hand on your shoulder making you look at him, “no seriously, you did me a solid. and um, i’m gonna have some pizza tomorrow, so if you’re free you should come by, you know, tomorrow, for pizza.”

you raised your brow, smiling. “pizza?”

“yeah,” he beamed. “as a thank you for saving me from the spider.”

patting his chest as you tease him. “oh please, you barely needed saving. you’re like the bravest guy i met.”

bokuto chuckled, scratching the back of his neck, “m’sorry, i swear i’m a lot tougher!” his cheeks puffing and flaming up.

“right, well, i’ll think about it.” you laughing as you stopped at your door. “well, this is me.”

“oh,” he breathed, stopping beside you. both of you looking at your door.

“yeah, i have to finish unpacking my stuff, still have a lot of boxes.”

bokuto looked around, he looked like he wanted to say something.

“well, i’ll see you around bokuto.”

“y-yeah!” he nodded smiling, “i’ll see you around.”

he turned to leave and you turned to unlock your door. before you can get inside, however, he walked bristly back to you.

“is it okay, if i get your number?” his hands fidgeting and his eyes looked anywhere else but you. a huge contrast to the guy who asked for help.

you chuckled, pulling out your phone, “in case of spider emergencies again?”

“yeah, you can say that,” he blushed, before looking at you with a shy boyish grin, “or maybe just to talk.”

“right, yeah, that sounds nice.” you nodded.

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hxltic · 11 months

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sry (not sry) we’re back to big muscle sakusa

• def picks you up any chance he gets

• He works through relationships in that “I know you’re an independent woman but i’m going to spoil you anyway” mindset. manhandles you like you aren’t grown

• I say this all the time but quite literally sweeps you off your feet. you came home from a bad day at work and besides cradling you the second you walk through the door, he scoops you up bridal style for the journey to your shared bedroom.

• i wasn’t going to add this but sakusa loves pussy. especially eating it. so he’ll crouch with your back to the wall, throw both your legs over his shoulders, and rise gently to go at you that way. Or, there will be no wall, and he’ll just throw you up from under your shoulders, catch your thighs, and rotate his arms to press you up to his mouth while you hold his head. With two large palms now pressed against your lower back—trust, you are safe and he will suck the soul out of you

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g-m-kaye · 9 months

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Posting this sketch on its own at the request of my lovely friend @sotwk whose world building and love for Thranduil inspired this quick rendition of two Thranduilion riding in Greenwood the Great! 🌳 🍂

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mzhari4 · 25 days

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haikyuu volume 10 back cover

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dumbseee · 2 months

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boyfriend!iwaizumi when you’re a famous idol.

iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader.

genre: fluff.

warnings: bad english/grammar :p /mention of the kpop industry (in here, dating someone is less taboo than it is in real life) / first work so it’s not that good.

after high school, you left japan for south korea, you always had this dream of becoming a kpop idol. during your time in seijoh, you were already known for being an amazing dancer but also for your angelic voice.

iwaizumi would always brag about you to the volleyball team, oikawa would tease him about you leaving him for a famous korean actor, after you became famous. to which, iwaizumi would respond with a kick in his friend’s back. truth be told, he was actually very scared of what the future had in store for you two after high school. he didn’t know if long distance would work for you, or if you even wanted it in the first place.

during your last school day, iwaizumi walked you back home, like he always did, but he seemed out of it and almost, sad? you asked him what was wrong and he told you that if you wanted to break up with him to focus on your dreams, he’d respect your decision and always support you. he couldn’t even look at you, tears starting to form in the corner of his eyes as he tried his best to keep a straight face. his words surprised you and broke your heart because you never knew that iwaizumi could be so dumb to think that you’d break up with him like that. "no matter the distance, it will never make me forget about how much i love you, hajime."

so you left for south korea and he left for america to study. you two called each other everyday, when you two were too busy, you’d try to call at least twice a week. iwaizumi was busy with school and finals took all his time while your trainee program took up yours. but somehow you two made it work. a few years later, you debuted as a soloist and sold millions with your first album whilst iwaizumi came back to japan after graduating, and became an athletic trainer for japan national volleyball team. you couldn’t be prouder of him, and you were his pride. he streamed all your songs, putting them on speaker while the boys would practice, he brought all your albums and watched the variety shows you were featured in. he was basically the president of your fanclub. and he wasn’t ashamed of it.

you two always made sure to go together on vacation in a foreign country, where kpop wasn’t really the thing. the distance actually strengthened your relationship since being apart of each other for so long, made the reunion better. you knew iwaizumi was it for you, and he was also your muse for your music. your fans often joked about how inspired and how deep your love songs were. it made you laugh to read all their theories about you being married to a farmer. if only they knew…

iwaizumi never minded being your secret boyfriend, he actually liked it that way. he didn’t know if he could bare being in the public eye every time. knowing that you were south korea’s sweetheart, being your public boyfriend would mean saying goodbye to his peaceful life, and iwaizumi wasn’t ready for that. well, he wasn’t ready yet. one day, he woke up to his phone being blown up by messages, actually tons of messages, from the groupchat he shared with the japan national team. he even had missed calls from oikawa, and all his close friends.

shoyo: IWAIZUMI-SENPAIIIIII

SID YOU SEE HHE NEWS???

kageyama: learn how to spell, idiot.

ushijima: blowing up his phone isn’t the best way to announce something like that.

bokuto: HAJI-SAN IT’S TERRIBLE ARE YOU OKAY??

atsumu: JUST SHUT UP

let the man wake up peacefully damn

shoyo: IT WAS TO BE A FAKE NEWS RIGHT??

bokuto: YEAH L/N-SAN WOULD NEVER DO THAT

iwaizumi: what the fuck?

ushijima: you should check twitter, hajime.

iwaizumi had frowned, but went on twitter, an app you forced him to subscribe to. apparently it was the genz’s newspaper. to his surprise, your face was all over his feed, it wasn’t surprising because he liked everything about you, followed dozens of fan account and basically became a fan account himself. but what surprised him was seeing those big account talking about your "relationship" with a famous korean actor.

"l/n y/n, the famous soloist who stole everyone’s heart with her heartfelt songs and beautiful looks, is dating a/l a/n!"

his eyes widened as he typed your name to call you immediately. his heart was beating so fast as he didn’t know how to feel about this. of course it was fake news, right? he knew you’d never cheat on him, you loved each other and iwaizumi couldn’t see his life without you in it. he quickly became aware of how much he loved you and how important you were in his life. without you, iwaizumi would be nothing but an empty shell. "hajime? thank god, i tried to call you!" your voice made him release a breath he didn’t know he was holding. "you saw, right?" your voice was small and for a second he thought that maybe you called him to announce your new relationship with this dumbass actor. "yeah, it’s not that fun to wakeup to your friends blowing up your phone and news outlets talking about your girlfriend’s relationship with that fucker." he rubbed his face with his free hand. "these idiots took pictures of us while we were in cabo and thought it was a/n. apparently you two look alike." he heard you chuckle which made him feel warm inside. he hated the fact that he doubted you for a second. suddenly, an idea popped up in his head, a crazy one but still. "you have an award show in a week right?" he asked you, a smile tugging at his lips. "yeah, why?"

well, iwaizumi’s idea was indeed crazy but you didn’t care, you were down for it. and as your name got called in the category, "best female artist", iwaizumi was next to you, he stood up before you could even understand what was going on, and he kissed you. showing to the world, that you were his as much as he was yours. it was a crazy way to launch your relationship to the world, but you didn’t care, because as long as you were together, nothing could happen.

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justmywriting1313 · 24 days

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Soft (Osamu x reader)

Adult, business-owning boyfriend!Osamu is without a doubt the type of partner who would slowly yet firmly bring out the soft, tender-hearted childish part of you... and it would be without either of you even realising it... only when someone else pointed it out would it strike you both and even then it would hit you a lot more than it would Samu. Not because he doesn't care but because to him that is the natural order of the world. When and where else were you allowed to be soft, tender and just taken care of if not with your big beefy boyfriend...

It's a cold winter night, but you all are sitting by the riverside, a blanket spread out and a collapsible table in the back holding food and drinks. The little group consists of you, Osamu, Suna, Iwaizumi, Kageyama, and a bunch of the other MSBY boys. Everyone is either nursing a drink or munching on snacks prepared by you and your boyfriend.

Osamu is sitting in the center of the blanket between a tipsy Suna and an amused Iwaizumi. Feet flat on the ground, knees spread apart, with his body hunched over yours, which is tucked against him. You are sitting between his legs, head thrown back against his shoulder, all warm and cozy. You let Samu hold up most of your weight as you melt into his chest, your hands playing with one of his own. Outside of setting up your little picnic and grabbing the occasional drink, it's how you spend most of your night. Somewhere behind you, you can hear Sakusa's indifferent voice talking to Kageyama. In front of you, Atsumu, Kotarou, and Shoyou are bickering over the last tuna mayo onigiri.

Every few minutes, Samu pecks your temple, quietly whispering snarky comments about others or chuckling deeply in your ear. He occasionally peppers kisses along your shoulder, and each time, you smile and mumble your agreement. You watch Atsumu fail to get the last onigiri from Bokuto as the much larger man chomps onto the rice in one bite. You giggle at the blonde's dismayed expression, which immediately grabs his attention.

"Y/N, don't laugh at me… it's not fair, ya know… that onigiri was rightfully mine."

"Awww, don't pout, Tsumu. Stop by the store tomorrow, okay? I'll keep an order prepared for you."

"One, I'm not pouting; I'm brooding. And two… You're the best, sweetheart. Have I told ya that?"

You just giggle, watching Atsumu jump about in happiness before he comes to a standstill. He takes a seat opposite you and Samu, legs crossed together. His eyes are trained on you, and you can only look back at him and smile. He smiles back wide before he speaks in a voice much quieter than before,

"Ya know, Y/N, I have never seen ya look so… so soft… unguarded even… it's probably the cutest thing ever."

His words are not at all what you were expecting, and they leave you gobsmacked and shy. You feel your cheeks heat up at the attention, especially when the boys around you start to peer in. Iwaizumi bends over trying to peek at your face against Osamu's hunched-over body. When your surprised doe eyes meet his, he chuckles in agreement,

"You aren't wrong, Astumu… definitely cute."

Suna does the same on the other side, one hand coming and lightly pinching your cheek.

"Mhmm, it is adorable… you should keep her hidden, Samu, otherwise someone's going to steal her away."

"Oh yeah? Ya one of those people, Sunarin?"

Finally, your boyfriend chimes in, you can feel his chest move as you bend back to look at him. You find his eyes already trained on you despite talking to Suna. His lidded eyes and soft smirk are an expression you would remember forever. You have never felt more loved and wanted in all your life, and you are quick to shy away from all the attention,

"You guys… go away. Smack around a ball or something."

You can feel Samu's chest rumble as he chuckles at your timidness while Atsumu jumps up to grab the ball and Shoyou. Suna pinches your cheek again, making you whine while Iwaizumi musses up your hair. Chatter seems to surround you again, but your mind is stuck on those words. They stay floating through your consciousness while the boys horse around, sometimes jolting when Osamu's body moves. The thoughts stay there while everyone packs, all of you too tired now and wanting to get home. It's all you can think about, even as Osamu grabs the heavy and lighter bags from your hand in one of his own, his other hand holding onto yours tightly. When you look up at him, he is already smiling down at you.

"Are ya okay, sweetheart? You've been quiet as a mouse, ya know."

You just hum, instead of leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth. Osamu makes it easier by leaning down, quirking a brow at the soft gesture, but he doesn't say anything more. Instead, you walk down to the car, Sakusa helping to carry a drunk Atsumu along.

Soft. Soft. Soft… You sit in the passenger seat, looking out the window, with Atsumu and Sakusa in the back bickering with one another as usual.

You had never been soft…

You had never been soft in the sense that you were just never for others to see… Your softness, you had decided early on, was yours, and you would not give others a chance to abuse it because there were too many times where it had been… So when did it all change? When did it go from something secret to something celebrated?

Looking back, though, it was never really a question… Being soft with Osamu just happened as if you didn't know how to exist in any other way with him. You just couldn't… Not when he always bends down and ties your laces for you, nor when he always opens the car door and buckles your seat belt in because 'precious cargo' always needs to be strapped in. You didn't have a choice in keeping your softness hidden when you woke up to flowers on the table at least once a week, and when you asked Samu why, he just shrugged his shoulders and said pretty things should always be surrounded by pretty things. You didn't have a choice in hiding your tender heart when Samu has always had a hold on it, pulling it out of you and then keeping it on a pedestal for everyone to see but for no one else to touch.

Turning to look at him right now, one of his hands on the wheel, quietly humming something with his other hand on your thigh, gripping both your leg and your hand, you were hit with the intensity of Samu's love. And although his eyes never leave the road, you know he knows you're looking at him. You see him smile as the car comes to a stop in front of Atsumu's house. He turns to look at you, and when his eyes meet yours, he chuckles before leaning in to peck your lips. You have to stop yourself from deepening it because he has to help Sakusa get Atsumu to bed.

And when he comes back outside alone, your eyes immediately find him even in the dark outside. You roll the window down, his arms coming to rest on the door, head leaning in until you were so close you could feel his breath on your own lips.

"Ya sure you're alright mhmmm? Sure ya got nothing to tell me"

His nose comes to lightly nudge yours,

"Nothing to tell your Samu, promise, just been thinking that's all"

"How about you tell me what about? might make me feel better"

"Just thinking about how happy I am being yours thats all"

Your words knock the breath right out of Samu and he lets out a sounds thats something between a chuckle and a groan before he's leaning away to open your door. Before you can question him his hands find you face lips landing on yours. Samu kisses you like its all he can do not to stop himself every second of every day, a desperate growl of approval leaving him as he does before he pulls away and says,

"I will never get over how soft ya make me love, never!"

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deadjiggit · 10 months

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Dynamic poses studies from the Haikyuu manga

#haikyuu #haikyuu manga #drawing #dynamic poses #art #traditional drawing #haikyuu fandom #hinata shoyo #hq

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applejuic33 · 1 month

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Osamu miya moodboard and headcanons !

Whenever you go to his restaurant and there's a rush, he gives you cute little notes along with your order and you have a dairy where you stick all the notes. Even when you guys were in school, he'd give you such notes right before a class where you wouldn't be able to see him. You still keep all of them <3

Whenever you're busy with work, he readies the bathtub, lights up candles and decorates it with rose petals, and it's just so relaxing because your work is super stressful.

He hides his face with his hand whenever you give him compliments or tell him anything romantic.

You're the type of person who can quite literally sleep anywhere so he gives you his arm to use as a cushion and doesn't move till you wake up.

Dating him is like having your own personal chef, honestly LIKE EVERYTHING HE COOKS JUST TASTES SO GOOD.

Whenever he's cooking in the kitchen, you like to go behind him and hug him. The first time you did that, he panicked and dropped the knife but now he's used to it.

He likes to feed you like for example, if you had gotten your nails done but didn't want to use your hand to eat because it would ruin the nail art, he fed you and he also makes sure your hair doesn't get in your face.

Breakfast in bed is really common for you guys now. He tends to wake up really early so he makes you the best healthy breakfast ever and everything is according to what you like. He even remembers all your food preferences.

He compliments you usually on text because he gets too nervous to say it in real life, one time you dared him to say it to your face and this guy began breathing so heavily, it was concerning.

He'll get in any weird positions to take pictures where you look good. But sometimes he takes the worst pics of you and posts it when it's your birthday and you threatened him so he'd delete it and post something else.

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poofbark · 2 months

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

#haikyuu is back IM NO LONGER MENTALLY ILL #RAHHHHH KENHINA ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#hi. i like knhn and haikyuu #haikyuu #haikyuu fanart #hq #hq fanart #hinata shoyou #kozume kenma #kenma kozume #hinata shoyo #kenhina #hq kenma #hq hinata #haikyuu hinata #haikyuu kenma #hq fandom #haikyuu fandom #poof art

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j-u-u-z-o · 7 months

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“Maybe I Can Fall Asleep to This.” (Atsumu x F.Reader) 18+ NSFW‼️

AN: *whispers* i love ASMR. It makes me fall asleep quickly. I thought about atsumu and then this happened. Hopefully this’ll be a great read. Also, I linked an outfit that reader wears in the story because it’s cute! I went willy nally on this one because that’s what Atsumu does to me. Anyway, enjoy~~! 🦊

Synopsis: Atsumu just wants to take a nap with you after practice but you’re busy working your final assignment for the semester - which is due at midnight. Will he fall asleep without you?

WARNING ⚠️ : Atsumu being annoying, 18+ slooow start to smut due to pacing, needy boyfriend, foreplay, cockwarming, SMUT; NSFW‼️, GRAMMER

*Take your time reading! Trust me, you’ll love it. ☺️_______________________________________________

It’s currently 9pm and Atsumu just wants to take a shower and go to sleep. After an exhausting 3 hours of practice with MSBY, Atsumu lazily dragged his feet in the hallway - all the way to his apartment door. A long and tired sigh came out from the pro volleyball player before he took his key card out from his zip-pocket and then swiped it.

Beep!

A flash of green showed that the door is unlocked. Atsumu stepped into his apartment and dropped his duffel bag. He kicked it to the side and took off his sneakers, and left it by the front door, for now.

“I’m hooome.” He finally dragged out as he walked into the kitchen. He noticed your handbag hanging on a chair in the living room. “Babe? Ya here?” He asked, looking for you as a sign of hope. “Where are ya?” He whined as he took off his team’s uniform jacket and threw it across the room, landing on the headrest of his couch. “I’m in here, Tsumu!” You called out from the bedroom. Your soft and cheerful voice makes him giddy all of a sudden - feeling a bit better after a brutal practice day.

Atsumu walked towards his bedroom and opened the door. There you are, you’re laying on your stomach - wearing your favorite avacado cartoon pj set. He also noticed that you’re typing very quickly on your laptop. “Hey baby.” He cooed, crawling up on the bed behind you and kissing your cheek. You turned to face him, “Hey, babe.” You gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “How was practice?” Atsumu responded by hiding his face in your neck. “Don’t wanna talk about it.”, closing his eyes. “Mn. It’s okay you don’t have to.” You understood how he was feeling. He’s a pro volleyball player so you didn’t need to dive into the details right now.

A long moment of silence between you two felt comfortable. Atsumu sighed wrapped his arms around your form from underneath and laid atop of you for a moment; feeling his warm hands on your tummy. However, a wave of smelly sweat swept your nose. “ Ew! You stink, Tsumu!” He chuckled. You felt the vibrations coming from his chest on your back. “Wanna shower with me?” Lifting his head up and smiling at you. You sighed. “No. I have to finish my paper tonight.” You turned to reread your sentence and continued typing.

He pouted, “Fine, meanie!” He crawled down the bed. “Go shower! And outside clothes aren’t allowed on the bed! .” He retaliated by smacking your ass, roughly. “Tsumu!” You hissed, turning your head back and rubbing your butt cheeks. “That’s for rejecting me.” He grinned and walked out the room and to the bathroom. “Jerk.” you mumbled, turning back to the screen.

A few minutes later, Atsumu walked into the bedroom. Wearing just his black Calvin Klein boxers. His eyes glanced at your form - you’re still in the same position from when he first entered the room. “Ya still working on that?” He began towel drying his hair while he watched you, waiting for your response. You didn’t move an inch and said, “Did you think I was writing a book report or something?” You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, kinda.” He shrugged as continued towel drying his hair.

After drying his hair a bit, Atsumu threw the towel somewhere in the room and crawled on the bed, and laid next to you. He looked at you for a moment and at the laptop screen.

“The Allegory of the Cave.” He said, then looking back at you. Atsumu honestly doesn’t know how long you have been working on your assignment but he’s not really interested in asking. “Babe, take a nap with me for a little while.” He caressed your lower back. You ignored him. “Baby.” He called again and moved closer to kiss your shoulder. “I can’t, Tsumu.” You leaned into his touch while he continued leaving kisses on your shoulder. “Take a nap without me.” You said, not sparing a look into his direction. Atsumu stopped and looked at you, “What?” He looked at you as if you had three heads. “come on, baby.” He pleaded again, wrapping his arm around you.

You still ignore him and kept typing. He grunted in disapproval. Atsumu laid on back and stared up at the ceiling fan. His eyes followed the wings of the fan.

clickety clack,

clickety clack

There was a long pause. You sighed - needing to think about something.

clickety clack…clickety clack

After a while, the sounds coming from the keyboard started to make him feel sleepy. He blinked, drowsily. He turned his head to look at you, slowly stroking your arm with his fingertips to get your attention, again.

“…..”

You felt his brown orbs looking at you. But, you ignored him.

Suddenly, you felt a force pull you out of nowhere. “Wha-?” Atsumu lifts up your form, making you lay on top of him. “Hey! ” He reached for your laptop. “Tsumu!” And moved it above his head. “Better!” He smiled, victoriously. You looked down at him in confusion and in disbelief.

Is he serious? you didn’t mind being in this position, though. You didn’t say anything and looked at the screen. If he can fall asleep like this then so be it. On the other hand, Atsumu’s face was being comforted by your breasts, snuggling him. “Ahh.” He let out a satisfying sigh, his arms wrapped around your waist. So warm.

Many more minutes passed. You looked down - giving your straining eyes a brief break. You saw your boyfriend sleeping. Wow. You felt his breath brushing your skin. He’s really sleeping. You moved your hand from the keyboard and stroked his right cheek and leaned down to leave a kiss on his forehead.

After a while, Atsumu slowly regained consciousness - he heard you mumbling a paragraph and editing it.

clickety clack,

clickety clack

Your fingers danced skillfully across the plastic keys, the soft clatter of the keyboard singing like a chorus of tiny doors on a faulty latch. “Mmm.” Atsumu groaned, his arms holding you more closely. You stopped typing and looked down at him.

“Tsumu?” You looked down at him, looking a bit concerned.

“Hm?” One of his eyes opened, stretching his neck a bit.

“I can work in the living room.” You giggled. He shook his head. “Are you sure?” You thought the typing sounds were annoying him. But, you guessed wrong. “Mhmm.” He nodded, stretching his lower legs satisfyingly. You smiled and leaned down to kiss his forehead. “You’re are an ASMR-tist, baby.” He praised, smiling dorky. “If you say so.” You giggled.

At one point, you raised yourself to stretch your arms and back. atsumu watched you from below - smiling as your cami top revealed more of your stomach. “What’re you looking at?” You breathed out a satisfying groan, grounding your hips down as you stretched your back. “Nothin~” He sang, sliding his hands up to your waist when he felt your warm weight above his covered length. “Stop being silly, Tsumu.” You lightly smacked his hands away when he groped his “favorite pillows”. Your breasts, in fact. “You’re so pretty, baby. I can’t help it.” He cooed, caressing your waist up and down. “I think you can. at least, until I’m done.” You laid down on your elbows beside either side of his head and checked where you left off; giving him the best view of your breasts in your cami top, once again. “Ya killing me, baby!” He purposefully suffocated himself in your chest and while playfully grabbed your covered ass.

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clickety clack,

clickety clack

You paused and turned to look at the clock sitting on the nightstand.

It’s already 10:30pm.

You’re report is due in less than 2 hours now. You sighed and looked down at your boyfriend, listening to his light snores here and there. Isn’t he uncomfortable laying on his back like this? For almost 2 hours? Whatever...

You shook your head, stretched out your fingers, cracking them and your knuckles. At least, you’re almost done. You have two pages left, then proofread and submit! You fixed yourself on top of him; sitting upright now. Your warm weight, woke him up as you typed. Atsumu admired your form, moving his hands up to your breasts. This time, you let him.

They’re so soft and warm in his hands. His thumbs circled your nipples hidden under your top. But, they’re hidden. His fingers crept up to pull your top down but you moved it away. “Stop it. I need to focus, babe.” He whined, looking at you with sad puppy eyes when you went back to typing. “Just a peak” he whispered, slowly pulling down your top. Slowly, with enough precision until a breast popped out.

“boop.”

and then the other,

“boop.”

Tsumu’s random sound effects were so unnecessary. “Look at my darlings.” he grinned cheekily, squishing the two flesh together. You shook your head at the nonsense. Your nipples look so savory - ready to be sucked on. He licked his lips. “My babies.” He giggled, rubbing his face with them. “Mmm.” You snorted at his remark, feeling the vibrations on your breasts.

He slowly stroked your nipples with his thumbs - up and down and then in circles,. You squirmed a bit. Tsumu looked up at you and did it again. And again. Until he heard a faint moan. “Like that, baby?” His thumbs continued brushing them, noticing how hard your nipples were getting.

Atsumu lifted his head from the pillow and kissed your nipples and rubbed his face side to side with them again.

“Tsumu.” He ignored you and hummed when he gently tugged your nipples with his index fingers and thumbs. “Hm?” He looked at you, circling them between the pads of his fingers. “Just let me make ya feel good, baby.” He lifts his head again and stuck his tongue out. Slowly circling the tip of his tongue on the erected nipple, groping the other flesh with his other hand. The pace of your key strokes were getting interrupted - you paused here and there as his tongue licked your it.

“Ahh.” You breathed out, slightly moving against his tongue, steering your body on it to feel more. “Oh. Babe.” You moaned, your pussy throbbed, grounding your hips on his covered girth when he circled it just right. His soft lips wrapped around your nipple and sucked it, gently. “Mm. Tsumu.” You closed your eyes, tilting your head to the side, and stroking his hair with your free hand. You’re trying not to get turned on by his trap ministrations. “Oh baby.” You breathed out, slowly rolling your hips up and down his covered length. you can’t help it.

Relishing the sensations as your hips rolled on his covered member, you easily got distracted. He pushed his feet in and raised his hips to feel your warmth. You gasped when you felt the tip poking your folds against the fabric. you tried to move your hips away but his iron grip on your hips was too strong. “I can’t…my report, Tsumu.“ you whined, feeling hot. But, you didn’t sound very serious at all. He knows. He ignored you by gently pushing you down to his covered girth. “Jus’ take a break, baby.” He suggested, his feet getting tangled in the sheets while he rolled his hips up to your warm weight, for friction.

Atsumu let out an open mouthed groan when he found a good spot to buck his hips up to your covered pussy. “But…Tsumu-ah!” Your voice suddenly trembled when your body started bouncing above him, feverishly. Your breasts bounced around and around. “Ah!” You hands automatically landed on his chest for a better balance; you almost hit your face on your laptop in front of you. He stopped. “I’m jus playing with ya.” He assured you, laughing at your reaction - you smacked his chest.

“That’s it! I’m going to the living room!” You declared. “Okay, okay~I’ll stop.” he did, dropping his legs on the bed. You eyed him suspiciously. “Jeez, I swear, Tsumu.” You tried to pull yourself together, feeling embarrassed by his childish behavior. Atsumu smiled at you like a Cheshire Cat. “Tsumu, What?” Tsumu raised an eyebrow at your remark. “Control yourself.” You ordered him. Without hesitation he slid hands underneath your shorts and grabbed your cheeks. “Okay, baby~.”

You went back to typing.

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A few minutes later.

Two paragraphs left. And you’re close to freedom. But, your thought process keeps getting interrupted by your boyfriend. His fingers snuck into your shorts and crept up to your wet puffy lips. He brushed them as if he was strumming a guitar, slowly. Your thighs tensed up as his warm fingers kept stroking your slick folds. You clenched when you felt his fingers brush your sensitive clit in circles.

You whimpered, feeling putty by his slick ministrations. You arched your back, rocking your hips up and down to get some more friction on his fingers. “You’re soaked, babe.” He whispered, purposefully dipping his index and middle finger into your cunt, but not going all the way in, feeling your warm arousal on the tips of his fingers. Atsumu rubbed it between his fingers and rubbed it against your pussy as a lubricant, slowly. “Mmmm.” He moaned, starting to leave kisses up your neck while you rolled your hips down on his fingers.

“Mm.” You choked, your eyes rolled to the back of your head when he flicked your clit, gently. “Ahhh.” You squirmed, feeling your clit throbbing, and lifting your hips away from his fingers when he flicked your clit with enough pressure. “right there, huh.” He chuckled. You almost cummed. You tried to look uninterested in front of the screen but he sees right through you. Atsumu pushed his feet in, his hips meeting yours. “Babe.” He said lowly, noticing that you’re ignoring him. You can’t lie to him. He called you again and you looked down at him. “Come here.” You shook your head but Atsumu gently pulled you down closer to his face. You looked at each other for a moment. He rolled his hips up and you whimpered when you felt his covered length poke your covered folds again.

Your weight felt so comfortable above him. His lips centimeter away from yours, his brown orbs looking dark with lust. You felt his lips move against yours when he said, “Kiss me.” Your soft lips met his. His lips felt so soft and addicting. After a while, he broke the kiss and asked, “How much do you have left, baby?”, looking at up you with anticipation, his hands holding the bottom of your ass hidden under shorts.

“Huh.” You breathed out, looking like you were caught in a spell - that Atsumu gave a throaty chuckle. “How many do you have left? You assignment, babe.” He chuckled again. You blinked twice, slowly becoming aware. “Oh. Two left.” You spoke softly, grounding your hips down on his covered girth, signaling him to keep going. “That’s good to hear.” He smiled, looking down at your boldness. Atsumu pulled his cock out and slid it inside your shorts from underneath. “I know you can do it, baby.”, playfully slapping his cock against your cheek. You took his words of encouragement by giving him a kiss and looked at up at the computer screen, letting him continue to please you as you’re very close to finishing your assignment.

He can help me with that.

Atsumu pulled your shorts to the side and placed his cock in between your wet folds. He stroked it against your wet pussy lips. His cock felt so warm in between your lips. You felt his deep exhales on your chest, distracting you each time the tip bumped against your throbbing clit. You began rocking your hips on his cock, for relief. “Oh, babe.” He groaned, feeling your puffy lips slide up and down his cock. His groans filled your ears. You stared at the screen - trying your best not to close the laptop and ride him. “Ahh.” He moaned, rocking his hips up in between your folds, your arousal coating his cock.

You bit your lip while your body moved back and forth from his and your grinding. Smack! He grabbed your ass and bucked his hips up, his tip seeking relief by bumping your against your clit, your mouth slightly ajar.

Atsumu is taking over your mind. “Unh..Babe.” You breathed out, grinding on his shaft. atsumu let out a low growl when he lifted your ass and focused on the tip rubbing against your clit, listening to the squelching sounds of your warm arousal covering the tip. “Oooh.” He groaned, slowly circling his hips up for more as you did the same; watching the thick sticky lines of your arousal on the tip.

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You’re halfway through your second to last paragraph:

This claim suggests the idea that people should only depend on the conviction of their minds when choosing on what is appropriate to do and/or not to do. Believing in other people's conviction implies that one is upholding a universally acceptable way of thought. This move is not acceptable since the world is not real.

But, your mind got clouded when he slowly slid his cock into your cunt. Your mouth widened, tilting your head to the side. “Oohh.” You breathed. The veins from his cock rubbed brushed your plush walls, easily sliding into your cunt. You felt full, your walls squeezing him, lovingly. “ ya‘ ok, babe?”, he looked up at you, now fully inside of you. You nodded and pressed “enter” to start your last paragraph.

As if he read your mind, atsumu spread his legs further apart, gripping your ass from underneath and slowly rolled his hips up into your core. “Ahhh.” He let out an open mouthed groan, loving how your plush walls squeeze his cock each time he thrusted in and out of your soaked cunt. You stopped typing for a moment and stared blankly at the screen, focusing on his deep thrusts stroking your walls.

Soon after, your head was nodding to the side, and your body quivering to his slow yet deep thrusts. “Mmmm.” You groaned, closing your eyes and biting your lip, feeling his relentless deep strokes. “Yeah. like that, Tsumu.”

A few moments passed. You opened your eyes, raising yourself up to try to get back to work again.

'The Allegory of the Cave' teaches people to respect their ability to see the reality. The unchained man in the cave should accept his new status and strain to prove otherwise to those who have not yet experienced the reality. They need to__

The underscore kept blinking. Your body quivering against his ministrations, you were lost in thought again. Your hips trembled with each intense snap of his hips. He felt your breathless moans coming down his face. “You feel so good, baby.” He breathed out thickly, the bed creaking. He kept hitting that spot. Over and over again. So you placed your hands on either sides of his head and spread your legs further, and bounced your ass on his cock.

Smack! You flinched, your walls tightening around his shaft, while he quickly bucked into your soaked cunt. “That’s it, baby. ” He smirked, smacking your ass again. Your whimpers and the sounds of skins slapping bounced off the walls. “Oooh.” He groaned, raising his hands to fondle your breasts. You look so ethereal above him, riding his cock with so much want. “Good girl.” He praised you, his cock slamming into your cunt, hearing your ass snap on his thighs. “A-ah!” You cried, clenching around his cock when he hit that spot. Again and again.

“Right there, baby.” He growled thickly, pulling you down to his chest, face to face with him, breathing into each others mouth, until his lips enveloped yours, passionately. You’re trying to keep up with his thrusts. “Ugh yeah, baby.” Atsumu wrapped his arm around you and the other hand gripping your ass, thrusting faster into your needy cunt.

Your laptop was long forgotten and the feet of the bed slammed on the hardwood floors.

“Ugh. Ride it, ride it.” he hissed, anchoring you when you sit upright, rolling your hips back and forth on his cock, your clit rubbing against his pelvis, feverishly. You’re close to your release. “T-sumu-ah!” Your voice trembled, feeling your walls beginning to quiver around his cock.

You stared up at the ceiling, your breathed hitched, unable to keep up with how deep his thrusts were. Your mouth widened as you slowly began releasing, no words came out; feeling the fluttering sensations dance all around your body and down your throbbing cunt. “Fuuck” He whined, your walls squeezing him uncontrollably. “Uugh”, Atsumu sunk his head into the pillow, thrusting a few more until he froze, his cum leaking down his shaft, and dripping on the white sheets.

His chest heaved with yours. “Mmm.”, smiling like an idiot , his hands caressing your waist up and down. You looked down at him, breathless and satiated. He chuckled, “You rock my world, baby.” He cooed, his hands still adoring your glistening body. You gave him a breathless giggle, leaning down to kiss him. Holding both his cheeks, your lips smacked against his, while he gave a few slow thrusts to ride the last sparks of the orgasm before pulling his cock out.

You broke the kiss and sat up. You looked around. Where’s my laptop? But, you saw the time on the nightstand.

11:55pm

“Shit!” You quickly grabbed your closed laptop from the edge of the bed and opened it - leaning on the side to type your last thought:

They need to distinguish it from illusions such as shadows of real objects as cast on the cave's wall.

Submitted. At 11:59pm…

“Done!” You cheered and closed your laptop. You didn’t even proofread it. You didn’t actually have the time to. But you’re not going to complain about it. You’re extremely satisfied right now. “That’s my girl.” His thumbs rubbed your nipples. “I knew you could do it.” chuckling like a happy villain.

You shook your head. “Shut up, Tsumu.”, putting your laptop on your night stand.

“Tsumu.” You turned back to him, fanning yourself.

“Hm?” His voice suddenly sounded drowsy.

You giggled. “You want to… take a break?” Recycling his suggestion from earlier.

“Yeeees~ ” He sang, sitting up and wrapping his arms around you, his chin laying on your breasts. “You’re gonna get an A+, babe.” Your fingers combed through his hair, giggling at how silly he is.

You gave him a peck on the lips. “For sure.”

But he’s your silly boyfriend that you love.

End.

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freebies

when kuroo was determined to get a “free” phone but got something else instead.

“we can’t keep doing this,”

you sighed, refusing with all your might not to look at him.

“what?” kuroo breathed. it’s as if time stopped and the blinking lights seem to blur altogether. the air seems to get thinner, making it hard for kuroo to breathe.

he wishes that you didn’t mean what he thought you meant. he didn’t want to assume, especially something bad, but really what else is there to think?

he pulled on your arm softly but his grip was firm, desperate for a clearer answer. “y/n look at me. talk to me.”

“i can’t anymore, kuroo,” shifting farther away from kuroo, only for him to step closer. his advances getting desperate. the lump in your throat getting harder to swallow.

“what do you mean?”

“i have nothing else to give… i have nothing.”

desperate pleas rest on the tip of his tongue.

“oh my godd..” bokuto groaned, as he slurped up the blue slushy. “just exchange more coins.”

the machine dinged! the usual theme song playing, blinking red indicating that kuroo had lost, again.

you laughed breaking off contact with kuroo’s intense stare.

“dude, you ruined it.” kuroo teased, digging into his shorts for more tokens that he might’ve missed.

“then stop flirting.” the buff man retaliated.

you grimaced, “we were not flirting.” as you slurped your own drink.

“tch, sure you weren’t.” koutarou grumbled before sighing into his cup. “i miss akaashi.”

kuroo snickered, grabbing you red slushy (“hey that’s mine!”) and taking a sip, “where is akaashi?”

rolling your eyes as you snatch your drink back, “he’s visiting family in miyagi.” you take out your phone switching to instagram and showing kuroo the picture.

“woah, who’s that?” he asked as he zoomed into the picture.

bokuto perked up in light of the switch in the conversation, “that’s his cousin from his mother-side! he’s a voleyball player like us.”

“iwaizumi, right?” you turned to bokuto and he nodded in affirmation.

“when did he post this?” kuroo began swiping down to all the comments of how uncanny akaashi and this iwaizumi fellow is.

you sighed, “that’s a throwback he posted a month ago.”

bokuto snickered, “you really need a new phone bro.” placing his arm around kuroo to peek at the comments.

kuroo, as if just remembering the original dilemma, “oh shit, I have to exchange some coins!”

“you’re still going?” you asked in disbelief.

“i won’t stop until i get that phone off the key machine!” kuroo declared, turning around the corner for the main desk.

the game kuroo has been obsessing over for the past month has a prize of the newest model phone. but the reason he’s so desperate is because kuroo, for the life of him, cannot take care of his phone; always cracking the screen, losing it in the train, accidentally sitting on it and basically being the worst phone user there is.

now he has somehow convinced himself that he could just win the phone in the arcade (“imagine how awesome that would be?”) instead of buying a new one like a normal person.

you let out a breathy chuckle, as you stirred the straw around the container.

“ohh you’re down bad.”

you looked at your cousin in front of you and scoffed, “now you better not be talking about me.”

bokuto ignoring your remark completely, “when i got the invite i thought it was gonna be a fun day out but instead i’m out here third-wheeling.” slurping the last contents of his slushy.

you scoffed, “what are you talking about? me and kuroo?”

now your denial would be considered effective if you weren’t redder than your slushy. such anatomic reaction could be because of a lot of things. the warm weather, a fever, your gigantic crush on kuroo, heat stroke, rash—the usual.

bokuto rose a perfectly plucked eyebrow, his hands on his hips giving a silent oh really.

“no—shut up,” you muttered and if your face was warm (it was), you hope he wouldn’t notice. he can be quite perceptive when he wants to be.

you want to believe that you have been subtle in hiding your fondness over the middle blocker—at the very least hiding it from kuroo. but such actions are proven to be difficult as kuroo is a very teasing, touchy person—one that does not do your heart any good.

“you know it’s not like that.” the palpable disappointment in your voice was covered up by your cough.

koutarou threw his cup to the nearest trashcan and stuck out his tongue to you and wordlessly pointed.

“yes, it’s blue,” you confirmed.

bokuto pumped his fists, “nice,”

“an-and it’s never going to be like that.” you stated louder.

he rolled his eyes, “yeah sure y/n.”

“we’ve been friends since forever, way before you two even knew each other—i think if something was meant to happen, it would’ve happened by now.”

“uh-huh,” he retorted, his face contorted in distrust, “you know what i hear?”

he looked at you expectantly— to play along as his audience with his impending speech. even going as far as faking a mic to elicit a response from you.

you sighed knowing it’s best to just go with the flow to get it over with,

“what do you hear?” you asked in a monotone voice, as you lean into the ‘mic.’

bokuto beamed, “all i hear reasons why it won’t happen but no rebuttal to such feelings existing…” rubbing his chin, “interesting.”

your face flamed and spurted out, “i don’t— i don’t like him!”

bokuto tilted his head to the side, amused, “uh-huh.”

“i swear, you’re becoming more and more like akaashi.”

“why, thank you.”

kuroo came back jogging to the two of you, “got ‘em!” he grinned, shaking the small bucket of coins in his hands. “what are we talking about?”

“nothing,” “y/n’s crush.”

your head never turned faster to gape at your cousin. the betrayal thick in your mouth as you sputtered denials.

“oh,” kuroo said, “i didn’t know you liked someone.”

“i—“

“do i know them?” titling his head, his smile looking strained against his face.

you shook your head, “kou was just kidding,” you chuckled awkwardly.

he stared at you then, even with the blaring tunes of the machines, it felt quiet.

“right,” he cleared his throat and turned to the machine in an easy smile. “i’ll show this machine what the human evolution can do!”

“so apparently, the result of human evolution is failing—who would’ve thought?” bokuto standing next to kuroo, looking at the red blinking machine.

kuroo looked at the noisy machine with quivering lips.

“it’s okay bro, you still got rockin’ hair.”

“i don’t get it, at this point i should’ve won at least something by now…” he scrunched up his eyebrows, “unless it’s statistically impossible.” pressing his face to the glass and toying with the joystick.

“well, you can always buy a new one.” you quipped.

kuroo stood straight and grabbed your shoulders, shaking you as he exclaimed, “but the satisfaction of winning it though, it’s gonna feel so good when i win!”

“if you win,” bokuto interjected, inflating a pumped kuroo.

“at this rate,” you laughed, grabbing his hands from your shoulders and holding them tight,

“the money you spent in the game is the same amount as buying a phone from the store.”

you let his hands go with a sympathetic pat. kuroo still looking at the game, his face illuminated by the various games and machines.

bokuto made a sound effect of waa-waa-waaaa, teasing him further.

“ah, what supportive friends.” kuroo halfway through his moping.

you sighed, grabbing his arm, “let’s just go, you can try another day.”

“if he even has the money to try again.” your cousin chirped, teasing as he punched kuroo’s shoulder.

you glared at him warning to quit it, but he didn’t seem to get the, message as he just smiled at you like a personified question mark. “what?”

shaking your head in exasperation, “let’s just get lunch.”

“i can’t.” kuroo slumped, even further.

“sure you can!” you shook his arm in comfort, “there’s a conveyer sushi near here i think.” ushering a heavy moping kuroo out of the arcade.

“no i literally can’t,” kuroo looked at you then, sheepish and red (dare i say it, looking very cute), “i burned through my weekly allowance just now.”

bokuto, cackled, “bro,”

“what? i thought today was my day!” he defended, adjusting your hold so your arm would loop with his. “my lucky charm‘s ’ere, afterall.” he noted, pulling you closer.

you felt yourself short circuit. “what?”

bokuto rose an eyebrow, “i see~”

you try to focus on pulling kuroo away from the arcade rather than the tingling in your side, the raging butterflies in your stomach, the teasing hoots of your cousin and the warm hand on top of yours.

“y/n i didn’t know you were kuroo’s lucky charm~”

you decided not to dignify that with a response. because as much as you love your cousin, there are times where you just want to strangle the hell out of him.

masking your embarrassment with faux anger at their teasing words.

“‘course she is!” untangling your arms and placing his arm over your shoulder, “y/n’s my girl,” kuroo smirked. wiggling his eyebrows as he looked at you smug and teasing.

“oho~”

the restaurant couldn’t come fast enough. the string of your sanity unravelling, with their teasing. your already warm face getting even warmer. your hands jittery in giddiness. you know kuroo like to get under people’s skin, this wasn’t new. but you can’t help but feel he’s doing this on purpose to get a rise out of you or something.

not that he had to do anything special to get a reaction out of you. you were after all, as your cousin had kindly labelled, down bad.

“ha-ha, very funny.” you rolled your eyes in hopes to mask the raging mess in your chest.

kuroo was still looking at you but you find it hard to look back like you usually do.

the conversation with bokuto in the arcade still playing in your head.

a tiny fear that you might stare too long, admiration too obvious in your eyes that he might start to notice too.

and even if the adamant denial became the accepted norm for you it was never the truth.

the truth is, you liked kuroo. you’ve always felt a type of attraction towards him from the moment you met. what with his wit and boyish charms, your heart can’t seem to catch a break whenever you were near him.

“is this it?” bokuto, stopped and pointed at a restaurant with his thumb.

snapping you out of your thoughts, nodding, “yeah, that’s the one.”

entering the establishment as bokuto spoke with the host.

kuroo leaned down to whisper softly in your ear, “are you sure it’s okay?”

you looked up at him frantically, holding your warm and red ear.

“what?” you turned to look at him, but seeing his face way too close for comfort and hurriedly backed away.

kuroo frowned at your actions, stood straighter. face farther from you now. “the lunch,” he clarified. “are you sure it’s okay if you treat me to lunch?”

“o-oh,” you breathed, “yeah, of course.” smiling at him reassuringly.

kuroo was still looking at you, weird and calculating like before. before you could ask him what’s wrong, bokuto called you both over to go to the table.

bokuto waving big at the two of you as you approach. “i already got a plate, it’s ebi!”

you reached out to grab a chair, at the same time kuroo was grabbing his. hands touching like being electrocuted as you flinch.

kuroo’s frown only seemed to deepen and in your peripheral saw bokuto quirk an eyebrow at the interaction.

“im gonna go to the bathroom first, go eat without me.” kuroo said, hands now deep in his pockets.

“okay, hurry back~” bokuto said, grabbing another plate and another. “so what was that about? hm?”

“huh?” looking up from your hands.

bokuto pursed his lips, “why’re you two so awkward now?” plopping a nigiri in his mouth. “a while ago, you two were reenacting a romance drama now you can’t even look at him.”

you huffed looking away to grab a plate of sushi for yourself and kuroo. “this is your fault, you know.” pointing an accusatory finger at him.

“my fault? what’d i do?”

you looked around before whispering harshly, “if you hadn’t made that comment about kuroo and i then—“

“oh please, i just pointed out the obvious sexual tension.“

you gawked at him, “there is no tension.”

“y/n’s my girl~” he hummed, teasing. plopping another sushi, like he in a rush. “and don’t think i didn’t see you two whispering a while ago.”

his mouth was still full but he grabbed another sushi and chewed.

“he was just asking if it was okay for me to treat him to lunch.”

bokuto frantically pointed his chopsticks at you, “hm!! that too! if that doesn’t scream a date i don’t know what does.”

you rolled your eyes, “this isn’t a date. we’re just friends eating lunch together.”

seeing a plate of kuroo’s favourite sushi, you grabbed it and set it down the table.

“and you’re here, so it’s not a date.” glancing up at your cousin to see his cheeks full. the look in his eyes sending a bad shiver go down your spine.

“you’re right y/n,” setting down his chopsticks and dabbing his mouth clean. “it wouldn’t be a date if i’m here.”

bokuto stood up, grabbing a couple of bills to place on the table.

“what are you doing?”

“i left enough to cover my share—“

grabbing his arm, “bo, no no no no no where are you going?”

“home,” he grinned. “i need to call akaashi anyway.”

you stood, following him, “no no, bo, no you can’t. you can’t leave. bo please.”

“go get ‘im tiger!” he huffed.

you tried pulling him back to sit down but his haughty laughter proves it to be difficult.

“have a nice date!”

“where’s bokuto?” kuroo looking around before sitting down across from you.

if he notices the abundant plate on the table ready for him to eat and the multitude of straw wrapping balled up over the table, it was nobody’s business.

after all you had to occupy yourself.

otherwise with the idea of you and kuroo and the word date floating in your brain, you might just race out of there.

“he, um, left.”

“oh,”

“yeah.”

there was a minute of silence and with each passing second made you want to shrivel up inside.

even with the long years of friendship, there had only been a handful of times where it was just the two of you.

most of the times, kenma would be here playing his game and both of you would be too preoccupied taking care of kenma than to notice any sort of tension (at least in your end). if not with kenma then with bokuto and akaashi.

regardless that fact only made it even more stressful and unnerving.

how could you be close friends with a guy you barely have one on one time with?

oh right, someone you have an embarrassingly huge crush on. not to mention obvious enough that your cousin had to notice.

“this is good.” he mumbled through the mouthful of sushi in his cheeks, resembling that of a chipmunk.

he perked up looking at the approaching plate behind you, leaning forward to grab and place it for you.

“you like this, right?”

“oh, thanks.”

both of you settled into a familiar rhythm. playing games in the monitor when you collected enough plates and grabbing food, you knew the other would like.

soon enough you slowly forgot about why you were worried in the first place.

kuroo looking at you in an easy smile and leaning more into you when he teases you for doing an odd eating habit.

“you have a piece of rice,” he said, gesturing to his own mouth.

“huh?” rubbing your mouth erratically, your face faintly flushed. “did i get it?”

he chuckled softly before dropping his chopsticks and leaning to from across the table and swiping at your mouth. his thumb lightly touching your lips.

“there.”

leaning back as you covered your mouth with a napkin as you mumbled out a thanks. suddenly finding the design of the plates and table interesting.

with a swift eye contact, you can see him hesitate a little, looking as if he wanted to say something.

but was interrupted by a server.

“hello, we have an event today for the weekend. all couples get a free dessert!”

you were quick to look at kuroo and then to the server, shaking your head. “oh no—“

“sure, sounds great.”

kuroo smiled, looking right at you. “what do you guys have?”

the person listed of all the things they offer, but kuroo’s eyes never left yours.

the erratic beating of your heart, loud and deafening in your ear. as you try and fail to look back at him.

he chose a dessert, and the person left.

leaning back in his chair, still looking at you. before smirking into a smile. “you look so red.”

looking away in a scoff, “shut up.”

“that was great.” kuroo hummed, rubbing his belly. “thanks for lunch.” leaning forward into you and smiling wide.

you looked away, a smile etched on your face, “no problem.”

you would think the lunch would end in awkwardness. but kuroo seamlessly led the conversation with a soft smirk.

you two began your walk to the station in a languid pace. calm and fulfilled.

“hey,” tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, “i wanna say sorry for acting weird the whole day.”

he bumps you, raising his eyebrow, “really? i didn’t notice. i thought you were just naturally red faced.” he teased.

“shut up,” you laughed. “it’s just bo said some weird stuff and it kinda got into my head ‘lil.”

“oh? like?”

“just stuff about having tension and being on a date—he’s just being weird.” you laughed.

you kind of want to berate yourself for being so weird and in your head today. not like the way you interact with him changed any different. you two were just naturally touchy and he is just naturally flirty.

bokuto likes to overthink things, and maybe that sort of messed with your head a little. not like kuroo was the dating type either. it was just the dynamic you two naturally had.

he hummed, “well he isn’t wrong.”

“yeah, we’re just normally like that.”

“and the tension between us has been crazy lately.”

you stop, “huh.”

“and well normally i would want a date where it’s just us two the whole day. rather than having my date’s cousin around.” he stops too, looking down at you. as if shy.

you stare at him, disbelief all over your face. “so bokuto really was third-wheeling.”

“i didn’t mind.” he laughed, “but next time when i invite you out can it just be the two of us?”

“this was a date? but you just played— i didn’t think—“

he nodded shrugging his shoulders, “well i can’t exactly pull any moves on you with bokuto around.”

you sputter out a laugh, “moves on me?”

“i got a couple.”

scratching the back of his neck, a bashful boyish smile etched on his face, “and there’s also another restaurant here that serves free desserts for couples—and i’m hoping that when i invite you out again it’s just gonna be us two.”

you inhaled sharply, your body forgetting to breathe for a second and if you thought you were glowing red before wait til you see your face now. “yeah,” you exhaled. “i would love that.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.” you giggled.

“okay then.” turning away from you the tips of his ears flushed red. “now i guess i really have to win that phone now huh?”

“oh yeah?”

he nodded looking back at you, “well i missed texting you and i need to call to make a reservation right?”

you laughed walking faster to catch up to him, “better let me play it then since you suck.”

“i do not!”

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𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝. 🏹

𝐫. 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 summary: "𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞" | tanaka is the biggest simp for his girlfriend. warnings: f!reader, aged up!haikyu (karasuno is a university) | no y/n, swearing, fluff fluff fluff, i love ryū and im so happy i finally got an idea that works so well for him, tanaka is an absolute SWEETHEART to reader, names used: doll, babe, word count: 1.1k a/n: i was listening to cupid's chokehold and immediately had to start writing this because THAT SONG IS LITERALLY GHOST WRITTEN BY TANAKA IDC ARGUE WITH THE WALL

Ryū didn't necessarily ask you to be his girlfriend. There was no grand gesture a few months into dating or a massive heart-to-heart to confirm that you two were taking that step together. He sort of just started calling you his girlfriend.

Something that surprised you about him is how deeply sentimental he is. During one of your dates, he insisted on taking photobooth pictures together, practically dragging you into the booth with him as he paid the fee and slung an arm around you. "C'mon, doll! It'll be fun, plus, this way, I can keep your picture with me everywhere!"

You two were there for almost an hour, striking pose after pose as you laughed with each other. You feel your cheeks heat up as he kisses you for a photo, his large hands cupping your face as he kisses you deeply. He hums with delight when he sees it printed onto the snapshots. "This one's just for me," he grins, wriggling his eyebrows at you as you smack his chest lightly.

He pouts when you say no after he asks you for one last set of pictures with just you, "Please, babe! That way, I can look at it whenever I miss you."

You roll your eyes playfully but oblige— you're not a monster. "You tell me you miss me all the time, Ryū," you tease, smiling at him as you stay seated.

"Exactly, I can look at your pictures all the time then! It'll totally help to see your face before a game if you can't be there in person— it'll help pump me up!" he grins, feeding the machine another bill as you pose for the pictures. He dropped you off that night with the broadest grin, knowing he didn't have to look far to see you smiling at him. It warms his heart knowing he's found a girl that not only puts up with his antics, but loves him for it.

He took the photos of you everywhere. His wallet, his phone case, his gym locker, taped up on his room's wall. You name it, your face is plastered there. You had to physically restrain him from ordering t-shirts with the photos on them, much to his dismay. "Fine," he grumbled. "I'll just show people the pictures of you then."

It's safe to say he loves being with you, showing you off as the brilliant woman who had, in your folly and his delight, chosen to be with him. The first time you'd visited him after practice, the team's eyes practically jumped out of their skulls after you ran up to him and kissed him on the cheek, asking him how it went.

"So she is real?!" Nishinoya yells as he runs up to Ryū to give him a high-five. "Holy shit, sorry, Tanaka. We all thought you made her up—"

He turns to you, introducing himself as Karasuno's libero and Tanaka's friend. "I've heard a lot about you, Nishinoya," you smile, giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder. You swear he swoons a little as you do.

"Babe," he whines when you peel his arm off you as Daichi calls him into the gym. "I wanna keep my arm on you until we get in!" he complains, earning a snicker from Nishinoya and Kageyama, who are a few steps ahead of you.

You laugh, "Oh god, you big baby. Do you really want your opponents to see you pouting? Think of what message that'd send, Tanaka." You tease, knowing exactly how to rile him up for the match.

You laugh even harder as he crosses his arms and gives you a "Hmph!" as he lets you go. "Fine, but you better be cheering the loudest in there, doll."

He blushes as you kiss him quickly, "You know I always am, honey." You marvel at how quickly he runs into the gym, energized by your affection as his teammates run in to catch up with him.

You sit beside a friend from class as the team warms up, beaming at him whenever he looks at you after nailing a spike. "Let's go, Ryū!" you yell as the crowd thickens.

Soon enough, the match starts, and you're as energetic as he is as the team plays, whooping when they score and yelling encouragements when the other team scores. "C'mon, boys! You've got this!"

He turns to point to you after every kill, grinning up at you like you're his sun, and when he gets the game-winning point, he screams your name as he lands back on the gym floor.

The team is huddled and celebrating as you run down to congratulate them and celebrate with him. You raise an eyebrow at Daichi when you don't spot Ryū in the huddle. He shakes his head, jerking a thumb back over to where Ryū is standing, arguing with a player from the opposing team.

You hurriedly walk over to try to pull him away, knowing that he can get a little too hyped up after winning games—especially when he's the one who scored the match point.

You're about to call out to him when his voice cuts you off, yelling at the player as he grabs his gym bag from the team's manager, ruffling through the contents to grab something.

Oh no.

"Uh yeah! I so, too, have a girlfriend, dipshit!" He yells as he smiles wickedly at the brown leather wallet in his hand, unfurling it with a dramatic finish.

Oh, god, no.

"Look and weep, dickhead." He bellows, the proud undertone incredibly clear in his voice as he puts a hand on his hip. To your dismay, the player actually looks, stuttering as he tries to downplay the photo, "Y-Yeah, whatever. That's probably just a random picture you printed off the internet, weirdo."

Ryū scoffs, his hand still on his hip and wallet still extended at the gawking player. "Ha! You'd think so, right? I mean, she's so gorgeous that there's no way she's real. I thought so, too, when I first saw her. Why'd you think I worked so hard to impress her?" He says, his voice brimming with pride and affection, before folding the wallet.

"Yeah? She's not even here, so she can't be that good!" The player argues, and you roll your eyes.

You take a breath, about to call out to him, but Daichi's voice beats you, "Tanaka!" He waits for a beat as Ryū turns to him slowly before gesturing to where you are, "Your girlfriend's been here waiting for you, dummy."

You give Daichi a thankful look and giggle as Ryū turns quickly to where you are, scooping you up in his arms as he celebrates the win with you. "Congrats, babe!" You cheer as you kiss him deeply.

He pulls away from you, giving your nose a delicate kiss, before turning to look at the player who's already walking away, one arm hooked under you to keep you held up as he points at the player before pointing to you.

"Hey! Asshole! Take a look at my girlfriend!"

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