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whenikissedthegiyuu · 4 months

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sakusa kiyoomi x reader

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I lifted my eyes from my phone to glance in Sakusa’s direction, only to find him already staring at me. His eyes widened the slightest bit and his back straightened, but he never looked away from me.

Suna cleared his throat, whether it was on purpose to attract the others’ attention or not I didn’t know, but it still made me internally wince.

“Oi,” Suna wrapped an arm around my neck, nearly pulling me into a chokehold as he pulled me to his chest. “Remember when everyone thought you and ‘tsumu were dating?”

Sakusa’s eyes snapped to the brunet as soon as he spoke, his face remaining neutral as he listened to our conversation.

“Just because I wore his spare jersey to one game because I spilled my juice on my shirt.” I rolled my eyes and smiled fondly at the memory. Atsumu laughed from across the room.

“I did think you were dating when I saw you together at my first nationals.” Hinata chuckled from where he sat on the floor beside Atsumu’s legs. “I know you grew up with the twins, but your dynamic with Atsumu was different from Osamu.”

It was. It really was.

Osamu had always been like an older brother, we fought sometimes over the smallest disagreements and were both stubborn as hell, but the moment I needed him he was there to grab my hand and comfort me, and I was the same way with him.

Atsumu on the other hand… I couldn’t even remember when I started seeing him with different eyes. One day his playful winks started making my stomach flutter and my breath stutter. I found myself gravitating more toward him, our fingers were always laced together when we walked side by side. Our mothers teased us and insisted they were waiting for the day we finally admitted to them that we were together. We would only look away pretending like we weren’t both sporting flushed cheeks.

But as suddenly as it started, it came crashing down. We started our third year and Atsumu’s eyes started drifting toward the pretty new girl with unique red hair and beautiful green eyes. They were in a different class than Osamu and I, so they eventually started talking and became good friends. They didn’t actually make it official until after we graduated, but with their flirting and how attached to the hip they were, making it official was just a formality at that point. Anyone could see it in their eyes that they were head over heels in love.

Osamu and Aran held me tightly so many nights as I cried uncontrollably. I wanted to blame her, to be mad at her for stealing him away, but it wasn’t her fault– none of it. It wasn’t Atsumu’s fault either, one can’t really choose how or who to fall in love with. He didn’t even know how I truly felt about him at the time.

And then I did what I always do best, ran away to Tokyo for university instead of staying back home with my friends, never looking back. Many times I cried on phone calls with Osamu and Suna about feeling homesick and wanting to be surrounded by my friends and family once again, but going home and seeing them would hurt even more.

Obviously it has now been years and we are all mature adults. Atsumu is once again simply my best friend whose playful winks are received by a roll of my eyes and his smirks are met by a slap on the back of his head. Kairi became a good friend throughout the years and if Atsumu was going to spend the rest of his life with anyone, I was glad it would be her.

I leaned my head against Suna’s shoulder after adjusting my position against him. I laughed at Hinata’s comment, “Nah ‘tsumu and I have always been too similar, we woulda bitten each other’s heads off at some point. Truly can’t understand how ‘samu stands us.”

I closed my eyes, feeling Suna’s chest vibrating against my arm as he chuckled. I tapped his shoulder, murmuring that I was gonna get a refill. He raised his arm just enough to let me slip out. I tried to ignore the pair of dark eyes that followed my every move as I slowly walked toward the kitchen.

It was open spaced so the guys could see me from where they were still sitting and laughing together, but it was enough to grant me at least an illusion of privacy since they were too engulfed in whatever story Bokutou was telling about college shenanigans he got himself into with Kuroo, many of which I was actually witness to.

I turned my back on the group and placed my hands on the counter as I felt my pulse start to race. Not here, not in front of them. I took deep breaths, inhaling and exhaling softly to calm myself down until my heartbeat evened out and the corners of my eyes stopped prickling with the threat of tears.

Footsteps reached my ears, as if they were intentionally heavy to alert me. I turned my head just enough to catch Sakusa’s huge form stopping just a few feet away from me. His eyes scanned my face, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Are you okay?”

I nodded once, already feeling the tears beginning to form again at that simple question. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and turned my face away from his curious eyes.

He took another step forward and leaned his back against the counter I had my hands placed on. I could feel his eyes on me, but I just stared at the counter.

“I’m going to let you think that I believe you,” He murmured. I appreciated the low tone, not wanting the guys to listen to our conversation. “But you shouldn’t bottle everything up.”

“There ain’t nothing to bottle up.” I replied sharply, regretting my tone as soon as I caught his slight flinch. I let out a deep sigh, “Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He shook his head, dismissing my apology. “Does that,” He gestured toward my face. “Have anything to do with what you were all talking about before you left?”

I grabbed the edge of the counter, controlling the urge to move just a tiny bit closer to the raven haired man as his cologne reached my nostrils. I shrugged, not really giving him any response.

“I didn’t really know you back then, but I had seen you around enough to know that you were too good for Miya anyways.”

I looked up at him then. He was already staring down at me, his mask tucked under his chin allowing me to see his lips curled down into a frown. His cheeks were sporting a pink tint, probably due to the couple of drinks he had earlier.

“Gonna get some fresh air.” I gestured toward the balcony outside. “You’re welcome to join if ya wanna take a break from the guys, but I get it if ya wanna go back to Komori. Feels like ’m keeping ya from him.”

He glanced behind me for a second before turning back to me. “I’ll go with you. It feels… uh, stuffy in here.”

being single was not exactly a choice on her part, it was more of a consequence of her demanding job as one of the best wedding planners in tokyo. her parents asked constantly if she was at least speaking with anyone romantically and when she would give them grandchildren. they pressured her to the point that she lied to them about having a boyfriend so they would leave her alone, only for them to say they want to meet him at her best friend’s wedding. time to come clean! or… find a fake boyfriend to keep her parents happy?

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sugawarassoulmate · 2 years

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i just went through ur blog (ur writing is amazing btw it has me in a chokehold) and now i can't get virgin atsumu out of my head... especially virgin atsumu eating pussy for the first time but he can't help but hump the bed when going down on reader and he's surprisingly pretty good but it's so pathetic too bc at this point he's moaning more than actually eating reader out 🥹

i would be so mean to him LOL like he's just moaning and whining, humping the mattress and you're just like "i'm sorry, are you too excited?" atsumu's face is a deep red because he's so embarrassed that he's been caught. "should i just take care of myself then?"

and atsumu hates how the shame washes over him and goes straight to his dick. "no, no, i can do it!" but you're reaching for the drawer in your nightstand, pulling out your vibrator and pushing atsumu's head away from your thighs.

"no, i think it might be too much for you, tsumu." you cooed, turning the toy on and immediately placing it on your clit. "just watch me, okay?"

he could cry—this grown man could cry as he stares at your pussy, wanting so badly to get a taste but he ruined it and now he has to watch you cum around a stupid toy like a pathetic loser.

#haikyuu smut #haikyu smut #atsumu smut #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu smut #atsumu miya smut #atsumu miya x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #🍑#🍑atsumu #virgin!atsumu

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hyeque · 2 years

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(Edit: this turned into a whole ass easy my b bby)

AHHHH RISUUUU okay let me hush about your tags on my kita fic pretty please 🥺 I was smiling so hard reading them !!

First—thank you for your sweet words about my writing and characterization and dialogue I’m always so worried about it and this made me so happy I love u. And for noticing my attempts at dialect difference as I struggled to remember who was talking in what the whole time lol

But YES best friend Suna has my heart-I love him sm and honestly I projected what I needed onto him a bit because yes, you guessed it—my ex ditched me the night before we were meant to turn in paperwork for an apartment and I struggled to pack and clean a 3 bedroom house on my own—I’m still crashing in my friends spare room til Friday

But anyways—besides that—Suna cooking? I imagine it more like pasta out of a box like it’s got all the ingredients in the box 😂—ask him to follow a recipe that he’s gotta buy the ingredients for and he’s like forgotten half the ingredients cause “wasn’t that important was it”—tried but pls bby no

Embarrassing myself like that so many times is totally something I would do—it’s ok kita thinks it’s cute

Okay but the creepy neighbor? Inspired by my irl temp neighbor who literally blocked my dads path as we tried to bring stuff up the stairs by sitting on them, literally said “I’ve been hit before” literally tried to block my car in and almost followed me, and stared at me creepily from his cracked door as I came home from a 1am Taco Bell trip—creepily just watched me

But I digress—KITA walking in on you…..I was so embarrassed writing it-had to keep pausing and hide my face. And him taking care of us after? Aftercare king who? Telling tsumu “his girl” self indulgent but like 😭 ahhhhh I squealed writing it. Suna is a sneaky little shit-saw how kita was looking at us.

I’m so glad you didn’t want it to end—makes me so ☺️☺️💜 but kita has me in a chokehold so maybe there will be more kita and pretty neighbor… 👀

eeep ty for sharing the background for all of these little details, personally agree that suna just makes instant stuff bc that’s all he can do 😭😭 but gosh men are so weird,,, why do they have to make our (non-men) lives difficult at times???

ahh i’m so sorry you had to deal with those stressful experiences 😞 but i hope things are much better now! i always admire when people intwine their real life experiences with their writing,,, and indulging is one of the best things we can do!

i will be so hype if you decide to make more of kita amd pretty neighbor <3

#chats with: kaze

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icedhoneyy · 2 years

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your tags always get me sO EMOTIONAL STOP BEING THE SWEETEST EVER PLS 🥹💍

EMMY MY BELOVED 💖💖

honestly, thats like 100% on you ?!?! u hit me in the weakest point, i'm a sucker for dad!tsumu and uncle!samu and the way you write them has me on a chokehold!!!

#i cant wait to read the other drabbles u wrote on uncle!samu !!!!#gonna get to them tonight probably heheheh #emmy ♡#💌 mail

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shinichirosbabymama · 3 years

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In an attempt to free myself from the chokehold my post-timeskip Osamu brainrot has me in please enjoy some tooth rotting domestic dad!Osamu fluff below.

Osamu x Reader

Summary: You all settle down to watch Uncle Tsumu in the Olympics.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word count: 653

“Uncle Tsumu! Uncle Tsumu!” Your son shrieks, launching himself off your lap to get a closer look at the TV the moment Atsumu’s face comes into view. You smile, leaning forward to ruffle your son’s unruly brown locks as you watch intently as well.

“Samu!” You called softly as your polite way of telling him to hurry up before he missed the start of the game. You heard a few pots clinking in the kitchen before Osamu finally appeared balancing a plate of onigiri and placing it down delicately in front of you. You resisted the urge to giggle at the fact he took his work habits home with him.

You waited until he was sat down next to you to look over at him, noticing the small smile playing on his lips as he watched his twin’s every move on the screen.

“He’s feeling good today.”

“How can you tell?”

“Dunno. I just know.”

You shook your head, smirking to yourself as your marvelled at the weird telepathic link between them.

The game had started now and the room lapsed into silence as the three of you watched. When it came to Atsumu’s serve, your son stood and quickly ran to Osamu’s side, holding onto his leg, enraptured but also overwhelmed.

“Nice serve.” Osamu commented and your son pouted, resting his cheek on his dad’s knee as his eyes bored into the TV screen.

“But it wasn’t a service ace!”

“Uncle Tsumu doesn’t get those every time.” You laughed, watching as your son ignored your comment and resumed his seat on the floor in front of the TV as the flow of the game continued.

Japan won the first set and you squeezed Osamu’s hand as he watched his twin high-five his teammates.

“It sucks that we can’t watch it in person. You could have gone. I wouldn’t have minded.” You spoke softly, feeling a small stab of guilt over the fact that Osamu had decided to stay home during the Olympics due to the pandemic.

“Nah. I don’t wanna bring back anything that could make you guys sick. Plus he knows we’re watchin’.” Osamu replied, wrapping his arm around you as you settled against your husband’s broad frame. Secretly, you were relieved he had decided to stay with you during the games.

Straight into the second set and Atsumu had scored his first service ace. Your son was stood up in a flash, tiny hands on his head as he cheered loud enough to wake the street up. You leant forward to get a look at his expression, elbowing Osamu to do the same.

“Look at his face. Does that remind you of anyone?”

“I know. I was never that obsessed that’s fer sure.” Osamu huffed a little and crossed his arms but he was failing to hold back a smile as he watched his son look like a carbon copy of his twin with how elated he was by the game.

The game ended in a victory, all of you exhausted as you tided up the kitchen while Osamu put your son to bed. He was adamant that he wanted to call his Uncle right NOW to discuss the game but you told him he could facetime him tomorrow.

You made your way upstairs, poking your head into your son’s room to see he was passed out clutching his MSBY mascot plushie.

“We should probably find him a team.” You mumbled against Osamu’s chest once you were settled into your own bed.

“But whose gonna take on Onigiri Miya when we’re old and nasty?” Osamu replied, fingers massaging your scalp idly as you tried not to fall asleep.

“Hmm we’ll need a few more kids I guess.” You yawned and Osamu’s fingers stopped abruptly as you found yourself being flipped onto your back with your husband hovering above you, a devious smirk on his face.

“Great idea. Let’s start now.”

#osamu x reader #osamu miya x reader #miya osamu x reader #atsumu miya #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu!! headcanons #hq x reader #osamu imagine #osamu miya imagine #i'm so bad at formatting my posts pls forgive me #me...writing content and posting it #who is she

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oinkawa-bb · 3 years

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first times with oikawa, iwaizumi, akaashi, and atsumu

request: hello! your father series have me uwu ing if that makes sense lol can i rq first time nsfw with oikawa, iwa, akaashi and maybe atsumu if u feel haha

note: hello thank you hehe<33 i’ll be honest—writing about loss of virginity can oftentimes be misleading, and i hope my readers understand that this is definitely a romanticized version! but i did enjoy writing it so... here it is! i wasn’t sure if you wanted it more fluffy or more smutty, so i did kind of a mix of both. ^^ i also changed up my headcanon format so i hope you like it<3 oikawa’s went overboard

mentions/warnings: 18+/nsfw, loss of virginity, fem!reader

☀︎—tōru oikawa

honestly, oikawa is really anxious.

he wants to make your first time something special & he feels like it’s all on him to make it good for you 🥺

he’s absolutely in awe when he sees your body in the nude for the first time, so he’s unintentionally showering you in praise the whole time.

he’ll also warm you up real good, working skillfully with his hands while continuing to murmur soft praises about how nice and wet you are for him <33

oikawa is big on praise and patience throughout because he knows it might be uncomfortable for you,,,

but he finds it really difficult not to lose control when he hears the nice whimpers you make as he’s toying with your clit

and he’s aware of how awfully hard he is when he sees the way your legs tremble and press together involuntarily as he brings you to another orgasm with just his fingers

he can’t wait, but he knows he has to control himself for your sake.

“open wide for me, princess,” oikawa coos, tapping lightly at your inner thighs with his fingers soaked in cum.

“p-please tōru, i want you,” you whine, fully aware of how desperately your cunt pulses and drips at the sight of the bulge rising in his sweatpants.

as soon as he hears those words leave your lips, oikawa’s frantically tugging at the band of his sweatpants and boxers. he aligns his hardened cock with your slit, lightly rolling your swollen clit with his nimble fingers and eliciting the sweetest noises from your lips. he knows he’s fucked (no pun intended) when he presses into you, and your pussy clenches like a chokehold around his cock.

oikawa bites his lip hard and shuts his eyes tightly as he slowly thrusts into you. each vulgar sound that leaves your lips and each time he feels your walls wrap around him draw him closer and closer to his high.

“baby, just a little more,” oikawa grunts, the speed if his fingers against your clit picks up. you reach down to guide his fingers at the right pace, grimacing through the pain that the stretch brings but reveling in the pleasure of toru’s fingers rolling harshly at your bud.

“i think i’m going to cum, tōru,” you whine as the knot in your stomach intensifies by the second.

“whenever you’re ready, princess,” oikawa coos, a sly grin forming on his face as he admires the expression of pure pleasure that your face wears.

☀︎—hajime iwaizumi

iwa is big. that’s all. that’s the hc.

he’s fully aware of how painful your first time with him might be, so he prepares you with extensive foreplay,,

he’s literally worshipping your body with his hands, kneading your breasts and fiddling with your hardened nipples and then running his rough hands down your waist and inner thighs,,, 🤤

by the time he reaches your clit, you’re literally already on the verge of an orgasm because you’re so new and sensitive to his touch.

iwa’s ego is boosted when he hears you cry out his name as two of his fingers dip into your wet cunt, slowly thrusting in and out and curling against your walls.

it’s not long before you reach your orgasm with your whole body quivering with pleasure,

and iwaizumi wears a hella smug smirk on his lips,,

somehow his mind just now processes that he’s your first,

and the thought of fucking your virgin cunt sends heat rushing straight to his cock.

“baby, are you sure?”

iwaizumi’s voice is scratchy and deep, and his eyes are glazed over with lust as he admires the view of your chest splayed out directly beneath him.

“yes, hajime, please fuck me,” you whine breathlessly, letting your arms fall back beside your head. you bite back a whimper as iwaizumi slowly stretches out your cunt. the sting is painful at first, but the slick of your arousal eases it with each movement iwaizumi makes.

your whimpers slowly turn into moans, and iwaizumi no longer needs to ask if you’re okay as he feels your walls begin to clench around his cock.

“cum on my cock, baby, that’s right,”

☀︎—keiji akaashi

akaashi is honored when you tell him that you want him to be your first,

so he’ll plan a really special night for you!

his bedroom is sweet n warm with dim lighting and a few candles lit, and his bedding is also nice n prepared with a towel

he’ll help undress you, and just the sight of your body leaves him speechless,,,

so he’d lightly trace his long fingers down your chest, leaving an airy almost nonexistent touch that has you squirming like crazy,,

he’s admiring every mole, scar, or birthmark that paints your body, and he’ll trace around it with his fingers,,,

but he’d especially fixate on your inner thighs, taking his sweet time before reaching your soaking wet panties and pulling them aside,

his touches are teasing, building you up at an agonizingly slow pace, watching your eyes for a reaction and only letting you come after he’s satisfied with his playtime,,,

the orgasm that he leaves you with is pleasurable beyond words, and before he knows it, you’re begging for him.

“i-i want more than your fingers, keiji, please,”

you beg so nicely with innocent eyes, cheeks flushing red because you’re unsure of how to properly ask him. but he offers you a soft smile before leaning down to press his lips against yours.

“only because you asked so sweetly,” akaashi murmurs in your ear, leaving wet kisses against your neck to distract from the pain of his cock stretching your cunt wide open.

you let out a small cry, and akaashi’s asking if everything’s okay, so you nod and bite your lip to muffle your whimpers. but then he’s reaching down to your clit, rolling circles around it in synch with his thrusts, and the pleasure that begins to build up is euphoric.

it’s difficult to process the mixture of pleasure and pain that you’re experiencing until you feel the coil in your stomach snap. you cry out that you’re cumming, and akaashi is reassuring you with encouragement and praise, biting back his own moans.

“you’re so good, y/n, just like that,”

☀︎—atsumu miya

atsumu is so eager to please you,

so he doesn’t get why you tense up as his wet kisses travel down your torso,

and when he twirls his finger around the band of your panties and pulls them down, your hand presses against his head to stop him.

now he’s wondering if he did anything wrong,

but one glance at your red cheeks and he knows that you just feel kinda embarrassed !! 🥺

so he reassures you that he only wants to pleasure you, and he moves your hand to his hair,

directing you to use his hair to move him as he circles his tongue against your clit,

soon enough, you find yourself grabbing at a thick tuft of atsumu’s hair, pulling him roughly against your dripping cunt and guiding him to your orgasm.

atsumu is licking at his lips when he lifts his head, and his expression is dazed with lust,

and when he notices that your eyes go directly to the tent forming in his pants, he knows exactly what you want.

“tsumu, it hurts,”

there are tears in the corners of your eyes, and the stinging pain is all you can fixate on. atsumu slows his pace, reaching his hand down to fiddle with your swollen clit, giving it the attention it needs.

you can’t help but moan as the rough pads of his fingers stimulate your bud, tightening the knot in your stomach.

“i’ve gotcha' pretty girl, but fuck, you're so tight,” atsumu groans, pressing sloppy kisses to your neck and chest as the both of you start to approach your highs.

the sounds of your wet cunt are vulgar, but you no longer feel any embarrassment as your walls tighten around atsumu’s cock, convulsing and twitching uncontrollably.

“c'mon, pretty girl, cum for me."

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