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noosayog · 8 months

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[my first task!] ft. miya atsumu

synopsis: inspired by the series, Old Enough? basically, in Japan, it's common practice to entrust a toddler an errand to perform all by themselves, such as fetching something from the store. sometimes, in a small village or closely knit neighborhood, all the shopkeepers and neighborhood residents are aware of when the toddler will be out and all work together to watch over them and guide them.

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“Are ya sure she has to do this today?”

“‘Tsumu, we’ve already done all the preparation. Let’s just let her try, hm?”

He grumbles, but moves to his assigned location at the dining table, where your daughter is already sitting, swinging her legs in anticipation of her favorite Omurice lunch.

You bring the plates of food over to the table and set one down at each of your seats. You give Atsumu a pointed look which he ignores. You clear your throat and give him a hard nudge.

“Ow,” he complains. He gives you one last pleading look which you leave unanswered.

He sighs and recites his scripted lines. “Oh honey, what about the ketchup drawings?” he asks you in monotone.

You tap a finger at your chin, looking up at the ceiling to feign deep thought. “Oh no! I think we ran out of ketchup!” You bring a palm up to cover your mouth, gaping open in dismay.

“No ketchup drawing? How can I possibly eat Omurice without the ketchup drawing?”

“Oh no,” you turn to your daughter. “We can’t have Omurice without ketchup can we?”

“No, we can’t!” your daughter exclaims.

“Well baby, do you think you can go to the store and get some ketchup for us? Just like how you do it when you go with Mommy.”

Her eyes sparkle with excitement at the prospect of going out. “Me?”

“Yep, Daddy and I are so busy, we can’t go. Can we rely on you?”

“Sure!” she chirps.

So a few short moments later, you and Atsumu have strapped her little purse on her torso, containing just enough coins to purchase a bottle of ketchup and a card with your phone number on it, just in case. Atsumu laces her shoes up and gives her a kiss on the cheek. You think you see his eyes misting over.

You speak up. “Just to the store we always go to, okay? Mommy’s counting on you!” This was supposed to have been Atsumu’s line, but you can tell that the dam is about to burst so you help him out.

“You’ll do great,” he chokes out. “I’ll see you when you come home with ketchup so Daddy can have his Omurice. Okay?”

She nods, enthusiastic and completely unaware of Atsumu’s turmoil. With that, she’s out the door and Atsumu barely waits one minute before he’s following, sticking to his own plan to trail her on her first errand.

The route has been prepped ahead of time. All the neighbors and the local store owners have been informed of your daughter’s first errand to ensure her success. In addition, all of Atsumu’s teammates, old and new, showed up to guide her along.

So as Atsumu trails behind her toddling figure, hiding comically behind fences and walls, there’s really no need for him to intervene.

She first passess the local cafe, where Bokuto, Hinata, and Sakusa sit at a table strategically located by the open window facing the sidewalk. As she walks by, she recognizes them instantly, straying from her path to the store. Bokuto sits her on his lap while Hinata listens to her babble and Sakusa buys her an apple juice. After a couple minutes of chatting, Sakusa gently pats her and asks, “so why are you out here by yourself?”

“Oh!” she clammors out of Bokuto’s arms, suddenly remembering that she was supposed to be out on a mission. “I’m going to the store to buy ketchup for Mommy and Daddy. They’re counting on me.”

Hinata nods profusely. “You better be off then!”

“You should finish your juice first, though. Adults don’t waste food,” Sakusa tells her.

She nods, happy to sip the remaining juice from the cup, then sets on her way afoot.

The trio at the cafe watch her go, shaking their heads when they notice their setter conspicuously following close behind.

Next is Onigiri Miya.

Well, technically, next was supposed to be the florist on the main street, but the little Miya had seen the street that Onigiri Miya is on and took the turn out of habit. But no matter – you and Atsumu had foreseen this, so a team is at the ready there too.

Suna sits at the counter seat closest to the door to keep watch. When he sees her rounding the corner, he signals Osamu who comes out from behind the counter to greet her at the door.

“Heya, baby,” picking up her easily when she runs into her Uncle’s arms.

“Hi Uncle ‘Samu! Hi Rin-chan!” She greets Suna over Osamu’s shoulder.

Suna grins, “hey stink.”

“‘M not stinky!”

Osamu carries her into the restaurant and deposits her on the counter seat next to Suna’s. He rounds back into the kitchen where he begins shaping a miniature version of her favorite onigiri. She kicks her feet, completely at ease in the restaurant and blissfully forgetful of her task at hand. When the plate is deposited in front of her, she chirps out a quick thank you before digging in.

After chatting Suna up for a bit, Osamu finally cuts in.

“So, what are ya doing out here all by yourself?”

“Dunno!” she giggles.

Suna coughs a bit, giving Osamu a look which Osamu returns pointedly.

“Soooo… you decided to have lunch here without your dad and mom?”

She ponders this for a bit, before lighting up. “Oh yeah! Mommy made Omurice but Daddy forgot to buy the ketchup so I’m here to get it.”

Osamu’s eyes widen comically. “All by yourself?”

She nods sagely. “‘M a big girl now. Mommy is countin’ on me.”

“Well, ya better get going then. Yer silly dad will be waitin’ for ya.”

She agrees, hopping her to her feet. The two follow her to the door to see her off, holding the door open for her walk through. She gets halfway back the way she came when she turns around and grins toothily at the two.

“Thanks for the onigiri, uncle! Love ya!”

Osamu smiles and waves her off. Behind him, Suna holds out his phone, pointing the camera at the little girl’s retreating back, making sure to focus on the suspicious figure donning sunglasses, a mask, and MSBY jackals baseball cap tailing her. He sends it to the group chat warning the next team to watch out for a stalker.

Your daughter finds her way back to the intersection on the main road. She needs to take a left to continue her route to the supermarket. As she stands at the crossroads, she frowns, not quite remembering where she needs to go. She takes a right.

There, she bumps into the legs of Kageyama and Hoshiumi who are stationed at the intersection.

“Sorry,” she starts, craning her neck to get a better look at her obstacles.

“No worries,” Kageyama says, taking a step back.

Hoshiumi then strikes up a conversation with Kageyama, reading out the practiced lines.

“Hey, we need to go to the supermarket right?”

Your daughter’s ears perk up at that.

“Yeah. It’s that – ” Kageyama points dramatically “– way.”

“Ohhhh, I see,” Hoshiumi puts a hand up to theatrically mimic covering his eyes from the sun and squints the way Kageyama is pointing.

Your daughter nods to herself at that and turns around to walk in the correct direction this time.

When she gets far enough away, Hoshiumi shows Kageyama the text in the group chat.

“Stalker?” Kageyama reads, scrunching his face. “Should we –”

“Nah,” Hoshiumi cuts him off and points at the stalker in question, going the same way the little girl just went.

“Ah.” Tobio understands, noticing the peek of dyed blond hair from under the baseball cap.

At last, she arrives at the grocery store. This is familiar ground, so she wanders into the store and meanders the aisles, getting distracted by the array of colors in the snack section. She’s running her hands along all the biscuit options, contemplating how she can fit all the items she wants in her two hands when she hears someone clear their throat from above her.

This time, it’s Aran who waves a gentle hello to her.

“Aran-kun!” she exclaims, forgetting about the snacks and running up to hug his legs.

He chuckles and pats her head.

“Hi there. Are ya looking for something in particular?”

Once again, she thinks. She’s sure there must be a reason she’s in the store but can’t quite remember.

“I think so?”

“Hm, okay. Wanna go shopping with me until you remember what yer looking for?”

“M’kay!”

She grabs Aran’s hand and swings them as he guides her to the aisle with the condiments. There, she inspects the colorful array of sauces, eyes sparkling. Aran pretends to look for his own items, hovering a hand over the ketchup bottles and waving his fingers in the general area until she remembers. Her eyes hone in on the red bottle and she remembers her poor father, still unable to eat his lunch without ketchup.

“Aran-kun! I’m here for ketchup!”

“‘That so? Well, here ya go, then.” He picks up the bottle of the brand he knows you use and plops it right into her hands.

“Not this one,” she shakes her head. “Mommy wants that one.”

She points at the bottle next to the one Aran grabbed. They’re identical.

Unbothered, Aran switches out the bottle in her hands with the one she wants. “Sorry ‘bout that. All good now?”

“Yep!”

“Ready to go check out, then?”

She nods. He continues to walk her to the registers. Once the lines are in sight, she lets go of his fingers and darts over to the nearest line. But not before bowing a polite thank you to Aran.

At the register, she greets the attendant watching him scan the bottle and showing her the total amount owed.

“That’ll be 200 yen.”

She reaches into her purse and pours out all the coins onto the counter, not entirely sure what she needs to offer. The cashier picks out a few coins and deposits the rest back into her coin purse, allowing her to tuck the coin purse back into her bag and zip the purse securely before asking if she wants a bag.

“Yes, please!”

With a plastic baggie in hand, she makes her way to the exit. Aran catches her before and tucks a small box of pocky into her bag, pushing a finger to his lips and winking at her. “Keep it a secret from yer mom. Get home safe!”

She mimics his gesture and nods. With one last bear hug to Aran’s legs, she’s off.

Outside the store, Kita waits for her. She spots his white hair easily. Of all her uncles (excluding Osamu, of course), Kita is her favorite. She runs over to him, bag swinging carelessly behind her. Kita catches her and gives her a little spin before setting her back on the ground.

“Hiya, Uncle Shin!”

“Hey there. What’cha got in there?” he asks, pointing at the bag.

“Ketchup! Daddy forgot to buy more and he can’t eat Omurice without it, so Mommy’s countin’ on me to get it.”

Kita rests a hand on her head. “That’s real impressive of ya, to come to the store to get it all by yourself.”

She glows in his praise, rare but genuine.

“Going home now, Uncle Shin.”

“Alright,” he responds. “I need something from that way, so I’ll walk ya part ways.”

She beams and follows Kita in the direction of your home.

“Uncle Shin?”

“Yeah, bug?”

“Can I eat my pocky? Aran-kun bought it for me.”

He crouches down to her eye level. “Can I have some?” he asks seriously.

“Yeah!”

“Then, alright. But let’s go sit down at that bench over there, okay? It’s rude to eat and walk.”

“Okay!”

So the two take a detour, sitting at the bench to watch the birds hobble by while sharing the box of strawberry pocky. A certain stalker watches in envy from behind the trees.

Once the box is depleted, Kita wipes her fingers down with some wet wipes he keeps in his pocket and tosses out the trash. They continue on their way, Kita sticking with her until they pass the confusing intersection (where Kageyama and Hoshiumi bow slightly at the sight of Kita) and the cafe (where the MSBY trio nod in acknowledgement).

When the house is only a couple more feet away, Kita once again crouches down. “Alright, I gotta go my own way from here. Do ya think ya can make it home all by yourself?”

“Yep, thanks Uncle Shin!”

“Sure. I’m proud of ya, bug.”

She squirms a bit, overwhelmed by the praise she gets from her favorite uncle. The ketchup bounces in its bag by her side as she skips all the way back home.

After fishing out her own key and unlocking the front door, Atsumu is there to greet her at the genkan, scoping her up and squeezing her tight, the ketchup bag forgotten on the floor.

“There’s my girl!”

“Daddy!” she laughs.

“Welcome home,” you greet, tummy warming at the sight of your two Miyas.

“Mommy!” she squirms in Atsumu’s arms signaling for him to let her down. He obliges and she picks up the plastic bag to wave in your face. “I got the ketchup! Now daddy can eat his lunch!”

“Wow, great job! And all by yourself!”

You usher her over to the table as she babbles about her day.

“I saw Shoyo-chan, Bokkun, Omi-chan, Uncle ‘Samu, Rin-chan, Aran-kun, and Uncle Shin too!”

“Wow, sounds like you had a great day. Did you have fun?”

“Yep!”

Atsumu, who has since changed out of his stalker gear, slumps into his seat at the table, back to grumbling about his cold omurice and how it would’ve still been hot if he had quickly gone with his daughter to get it.

You throw him a bone by asking your daughter, “Did you miss Daddy on your trip?”

“What do you mean?”

You almost choke out a laugh; kids are ruthless sometimes.

“Why would I miss Daddy? He was there the whole time.”

Atsumu sputters. “What do ya mean? I was at home waiting for ya the whole time.”

“Daddy’s a liar,” she whispers in your ear. “I saw him, but he was wearin’ some weird clothes. Like covering his face.”

You break into a fit of giggles. “Your daddy’s really silly, isn’t he?”

Atsumu can hear everything. “Hey!”

“Daddy was following you because he was just a bit worried about you going by yourself. But he’s really proud of you. Right?”

Atsumu rounds the table to crouch besides your daughter’s seat. “Yeah. But you did so well. I’m so proud of ya.”

Her eyes light up at the praise. She throws her arms around his neck and wiggles in her seat a bit.

“Well, great job and since you got the ketchup for us, all your favorite uncles can now join us for lunch too.”

At that, each of today’s helpers emerge from the kitchen holding their own plates of Omurice, all undecorated. You figure it might be a good time to introduce her to Kageyama and Hoshiumi too, but she’s distracted by Kita and Osamu offering their omelets to her to decorate with the ketchup.

As she goes around the table and draws ketchup hearts and stars on each omelet, you wander over to Atsumu’s side whose eyes are getting watery again, watching her brag to each of them that the ketchup they’re about to eat is her ketchup.

“What’s wrong, ‘Tsumu?”

“Nothin,” he hastily swipes at his eyes. “‘M not crying.”

“I never said you were,” you say gently. You wind your arm around his waist and lean into him, rubbing circles into his back. His body closes around you instinctively.

“She’s just growing up so fast, ya know.”

“I know.”

“Soon, she won’t need me – us – anymore.”

“Aww, ‘Tsumu. Yeah, she’ll grow up but…”

He looks at you when you trail off.

You reach up to whisper in his ears. “We could always just make another one.”

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jinkicake · 1 year

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~♡ Date Nights ♡~

(( Day #5 )) Matsukawa, Atsumu, Tsukishima, Ushijima x Reader

A/N: the entire reason i was able to write so much when i first started this account was because everyone requested haikyuu all the time T T like... i have to write about them again for you all one more time!

also, im obsessed w sakuatsu (again) and their fics inspired me to finish this

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Matsukawa Issei

“Hey, baby,” The sound of Matsukawa’s low voice, lazily drawing out each word, nearly makes you swoon. It’s as if the second he opens his door and you step into his apartment, you’re engulfed in a warm hug. Literally and metaphorically.

Your boyfriend doesn’t give you the chance to remove your shoes or place down your things before he wraps his arms around your shoulders. His brute strength comes into play as he pulls you into his chest and squeezes you in his hold.

“‘Missed you today,” His voice croons into your ears, sending a shiver up your spine. You nearly start to squirm, he has a hold on you that you truly cannot explain.

“I missed you too,” You pat his forearm and then wrap your arms around his wide waist. When Matsukawa stands on top of you like this, it becomes undeniably clear just how much taller he is than you. Your height difference will be the death of you one day, you’re sure of it. “even though we saw each other like yesterday."

“Too long ago,” Once more, your boyfriend squeezes you and then lets you go. You can feel his intense stare as you walk through his apartment, it bores two holes in your back as you kick off your shoes and place your bags on his counter.

The sight of takeout has Matsukawa feeling more affection than usual.

“(Y/N),” After his brief whine, you feel his arms snake around your waist again. He’s practically leaning on you without placing too much of his weight, it’s as if you’re being encased in a thick blanket. “you brought food?”

His question is followed by a few pecks, his lips instantly finding your neck. Matsukawa lifts himself up slightly to remove your hair out of his way, pushing it all to one side before he burrows his face into the crook of your neck. Gently, he places kiss after kiss under your ear and then down the side of your jaw.

“I fucking love you,”

“Are you talking about me or the food?” You tease, and it makes the man scoff. Matsukawa squeezes your hips in retaliation before brushing his lips over your ear.

“I would never do the shit I do with you with food,” He rolls his eyes, even without seeing him, you just know it. In his arms, you turn around on the balls of your feet to face him. There is some slight resistance from your boyfriend but, as soon as he notices that you’re still in his hold, he lets you continue.

You stare up at him with an expected look and he matches it evenly with a soft smile. Matsukawa leans forward to place a soft kiss to your lips, his nose gently brushing against your own. The proximity of your bodies makes your head spin. Even a date in the most casual setting has your heart beating a hundred miles per second. You blame him, you blame Matsukawa with no hesitation.

“I love you.” This time, he pulls away to look into your eyes as he confesses. It’s enough to make you gasp as your heart flutters in your chest. You’ll never get tired of hearing him say that.

Miya Atsumu

“Atsumu,” You cautiously call out to your boyfriend who is, at the moment, scrolling through his phone. He hums warmly, glancing at you to offer a quick smile before focusing on the lollipop in his mouth. “if this is a date, why is Bokuto here?”

It’s hard to ignore the giant outside hitter planted in the middle of your couch, right between you and your boyfriend. He makes Hinata, who is sitting in front of the tv, nonexistent with his sheer size.

“He brings us lollipops, (Y/N), you can’t kick the guy out,” Atsumu waves the cherry treat in front of you, reaching over with his exceptionally long arms. You grab it without a second thought and stubbornly stick it in your mouth.

Your platinum boyfriend gaps dramatically but, is soon shut up with another lollipop in his face. Bokuto hands him another sweet without hesitation as he stares intensely at the TV. The controller you normally use for your switch is in Hinata’s hands as he and Bokuto both fail at playing Mario Party.

As you look around it almost feels like something, someone, is missing.

“Where is-” The doorbell to your shared apartment rings and being the closest one to the door, you get up to open it. Atsumu is right behind you, no doubt going to check the door before you open it. He handles it like a case, holding his hand up to keep you back as he sneakily looks through the peephole.

His nerdy dramatics make you roll your eyes, affectionately of course.

“Move, ‘Tsumu," You push him out of your way to open the door and practically beam at the other player in your doorway. “Sakusa! I’m so glad you’re here!” The outside hitter offers you a similar greeting back with a genuine smile underneath his mask, it’s seen in the way his eyes crinkle slightly.

“Why?” Atsumu turns up his nose and then coughs loudly as you hit him in the gut. You swat him in the side with the back of your hand and Atsumu, growing up with a brother, stumbles back against the wall to put on a show of dramatics.

“Sorry,” You still apologize, patting his head while Sakusa laughs and moves to sit by Bokuto. Now with two giant volleyball players on your couch, there is certainly not enough room for you and your boyfriend in the living room. “where are we going to sit?”

“You can sit with me!” And as Atsumu pats his thighs, you lower yourself to the floor and into his lap with a sigh. There is little hesitation on your part to sit with him and Atsumu happily greets you as he wraps his arms tightly around your shoulder and places a wet kiss against your cheek.

“You’re so gross,” You wipe off the cherry taste of his lips before placing your own gentle peck against the corner of his mouth. Hidden behind the couch now, you’re not afraid to privately shower him in love.

“You love it,” He winks before throwing one of his arms into the air “I call next round! (Y/N) is going to be on my team, the dream team, right, babe?”

With such a sweet look on his face, how can you say no?

Tsukishima Kei

You always feel blessed at the sight of your boyfriend. As difficult as he may be, as indifferent as he tries to appear to you, you know better. He stands out compared to everyone else in your life.

Even now as you leave your work, you’re surprised to see him waiting for you. He towers among the rest of the crowd heading for the station, his presence is powerful to you but almost nonexistent to others. Had you not known any better, you would have thought he hated to wait there.

You can see the blush on his cheeks as you approach him, the red dusting over his ear, and it all makes sense as to why when you notice the bouquet in his hands. A petite size, bright and in full bloom filled with your favorite color. You nearly awe as you continue to stare at it.

“Kei?” Finally, you call out to him and he tears his eyes away from the other side of the street. “What are you doing here?”

“I felt like being nice,” He murmurs and gently hands you the flowers, he brushes his fingers against your own as he passes them to you and the electricity almost makes you jump. “we have a date tonight. Don’t we?”

Your jaw nearly drops.

“I-I mean we do but, I thought we were just going to eat in and laugh at your old teammate’s fails?” You walk in step with Tsukishima as you begin the path back to your apartment, mentally making a subtle note of the way he slows his strides for you. “Kodzuken posted another compilation of fails that include Hinata, Kageyama, and Bokuto. I saw the notification during lunch,” Each of your fingers lower as you count the players facing the wrath of the youtuber and you can only applaud the creator for the free entertainment.

“That’s fine with me,” Tsukishima lowers his face further into his scarf, trying to cover his nose from the brisk cold.

“Do you want to do something else?” You ask and step closer to him to avoid anyone else walking beside you. Tsukishima eyes your position before wrapping his gloved hand around your bicep and pulling you into his side.

“You know I like to stay home,” He murmurs but, you find it hard to be convinced.

“Are you sure? We can do something else if you want?”

“Why would I want to do anything else besides watching Hinata fall on his face and Kageyama get a volleyball served into his gut?” His brisk attitude makes you laugh and affectionally pinch his waist.

“You suck but, I’m also the same.” It’s true that you and Tsukishima would have never gotten along as well as you have if you weren’t both (#)haters. Only someone as spiteful as you are can match up to him. “I like doing anything as long as it’s with you,”

“Cornball.” Tsukishima scrunches his face at your cheesy words and you roll your eyes in response. He can try to deny it all he wants but he is just as much of a cornball as you. You’re holding proof of it in your hand. “But, I like you, whatever.”

He always lets you win.

“I know."

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Never again will you let Ushijima pick an outdoor date spot.

“Is this not fun?” Your boyfriend’s concern weighs heavy on you like a boulder resting on your shoulders, you’d hate to upset him.

“No, no, it is fun!” You pant and brace yourself against a wooden railing. “This is so fun, so much fun!” Nature is not your forte and to the best of your ability, you try to hide it.

“Is this sarcasm?” Ushijima stares at you expectedly as if he is trying to decode the active front you’ve put up.

“I told you I would tell you if I was being sarcastic.” You lie straight through your teeth and cover it with a bright smile. “I love hiking.”

“We don’t have to go to the summit, we can just have our picnic down at the base.” As Ushijima looks around the area, you nervously glance at the topic of the mountain. There are cable cars the higher the two of you go but, you still have a ways to go before you can get on one.

“I’m fine, totally fine!”

“Oh, well, I am not fine.” His blunt personality is something you’re still getting used to and right now, you can’t tell what he is trying to do. “I am tired and do not want to hike.”

“Really?” You eye him in an attempt to read him completely, but it doesn’t work. “I feel like you’re lying.”

“That makes two of us then.” Ushijima’s hard eyes make you gasp and you quickly try to cover it as you turn away from him. “I know now that you hate hiking and that is okay.”

“Is it? I really wanted to do something that you like.” You frown, a pout deep on your face. Gently, your boyfriend places his hand on your shoulder and cups it entirely with his large palm.

“I do not like hiking.” His blank expression is a complete 180 from your own shocked one right now. You continue to stare at him with a raised brow and Ushijima takes the initiative to continue before you make up your own reasonings for him. “I do like being active but,” He pauses and tries to find the right words.

Ushijima can’t because, as much as he tries, he does like being active outdoors. He can’t keep up his lies in front of you.

“I am not disappointed that you do not share my interest. I like that we are different, (Y/N).”

“I know but, I just feel bad.” You glance back at the summit and try to shake the picture of it out of your head. “Maybe we can eat first and then try again?”

“Sure.” He smiles and it’s a supportive gesture that makes your heart clench painfully tight. As Ushijima guides you to a park table, he leads you with his hand on your lower back. His other hand holds your lunchboxes all neatly wrapped up and placed in your bag. “I like to be around you, that is all I wanted from today. Do you understand?”

You hesitantly nod and Ushijima covers any lingering insecurities with a kiss on the top of your head.

“Good.”

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pearl-blue-musings · 6 months

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Christmas Peaches

Merry Christmas!! I wanted to give one of my very closest and dearest friends a little gift so here’s this!

Warnings: 18+, fem/afab reader, dry humping, fingering, Christmas, pretty sweet

Word count: 1.4K

The wintry wind continues to blow harshly against the side of the snow cabin, briefly shaking the foundation. You sit comfortably in front of the fireplace, your hands wrapped around a warm mug of hot chocolate. Your fluffy cat sits beside you, stretching beside the warmth and curling back up again. Your eyes scan over the snow bustling outside. It’s beautiful yet right now it’s a tad bit daunting.

On most days you love the winter and immersing yourself in the snow. Dreaming of days when school would be closed and you would go out and adventure with your friends, sledding and making snow people and snow angels. You smile fondly at the memory which brings you some reprieve. However, you remember why your thoughts have been clouded with worry. Your beloved partner was supposed to be on his way, but he had warned you that training and an exhibition might keep him away from you this Christmas. You sigh deeply and take a sip, already planning on going to bed alone.

Suddenly, the door unlocks and swings open and you yelp in surprise. The shock and fear quickly transforms into joy as you carefully place your mug down and jump up from the floor. You let out a squeal of happiness before you jump into his arms.

“Kou!”

Bokuto easily picks you up and swings you around, nuzzling your cheek with a laugh. Even though he’s cold from outside and slightly damp from the snow, you don’t care. You’re just ecstatic to see him here and have him in your arms. The owl-like athlete finally puts you down and kisses your nose. “I told you I would make it, baby girl! I wasn’t gonna let the snow stand in between me and my Christmas peach.”

His toothy grin is infectious as you go up on your tiptoes to peck his lips. Bokuto’s hands easily fall to your waist as he pulls you in to keep the kiss coming. You hum happily and pull away to end the kiss, speaking to him sternly yet sweetly .

“Koutaro, you need to take off your coat and shoes. I’m still getting a little wet.”

Bokuto snickers as he removes his coat and shoes at your request, and places his bags to the side. His eyebrows wiggle along with his fingers in front of you. “I know other ways to get you wet, baby. All you have to do is ask.” You scoff and playfully slap his hands away with a chuckle. He feigns hurt before wrapping his arms around you, his chest pressing into your back. He kisses your neck as the two of you waddle toward the kitchen together. All the while, his hands don’t leave your body as you prepare another mug of hot chocolate for him. You love how clingy he gets, especially when he hasn’t seen you because of practice or matches. You can’t help the giddy grin that comes to your face as he continuously kisses your neck, your jaw, behind your ear… A breathy gasp leaving your lips as he presses into you. And of course he’s hard, what else is new? You can feel him start to slowly grind his hips into you. His hands travel down to your plump ass as he gives it a squeeze. Bokuto’s voice is low in your ear, “you know,” he draws out, squeezing your soft skin through your leggings, “this is still my favorite peach.”

Your hands grip the counter and you spread your legs to accommodate him. Bo’s rough hands grip the hem of your bottoms and pull them down along with your panties. You hear him growl behind you, his hand snaking around to your front. You can feel your thighs want to tremble as his fingers poke and fondle your lower lips. The skin of his fingers glazing over your clit and you whimper ever so slightly. That lingering feeling has your nerves on edge, the want and need for him to touch you becoming more prominent. You wonder slightly how he took off his own pants as he teases you.

With your lip in your mouth and eyes lidded, you whisper, “Kou please, don’t tease.”

He snickers and palms your cunt. “You have to tell me what you want, sweet girl. Where do you want my fingers?”

You whine and writhe under him, wanting nothing more than for him to give you what you want. “I want your fingers, baby. I wanna feel you.” You turn your head for a lust filled kiss in which he happily obliges. His tongue licks at the inside of your mouth as he slides his fingers into your warm pussy. The way you easily take him in makes his cock twitch against your ass. You love how needy he gets, humping against your plush skin. The tip of his cock starts to leak pre as he gets more desperate in his movements. His lip trembles in pleasure, his fingers being coated in your essence as you tighten and flutter around him.

The warmth of his cock on your ass only ignites your love and growing lust for your boyfriend. Your grip is knuckle white on the counter as you grind back into him. You go on your tiptoes as he scissors you open. The flat of his palm presses against your clit and you yelp in pleasure, head falling back against his chest. The two of you find a rhythm as you roll into him and he bucks into you. He can’t wait to fuck you but knows that he has to take his time with you, get you riled up and wanting him as much as he wants you. His whole drive up he was trying to keep himself in control. Bokuto couldn’t help but want, no, need to be inside you and immersed in everything that is you. The way your walls tighten and flutter around his fingers has him eager to take you to the bedroom. But right now, your pleasure comes first.

His fingers move faster, right in time with his bucking. The small kitchen is a chorus of grunts, praises, and your sweet moans. You struggle in your stance as you get more and more turned on, the coil inside you wanting to release and release hard. You pant loudly, “fuck Kou, I wanna cum. Please, can I?” He kisses you passionately in response as he keeps the pace, knowing you don’t like it when he changes what he’s doing. It’s moments like these Bokuto is thankful for being a volleyball player as his hand doesn’t tire of pleasuring you. He can feel you leaking onto your thighs and it spurs him on, his hips having a mind of their own.

“Fuck, princess. Cum for me, cum all over my hand. I’m getting close, too.”

You whimper and regain your composure for a quick second. “Can we? Together?”

He nods against the juncture of your neck and shoulder as he presses and rubs against your clit. You cum with a shrill moan as you flutter around his fingers. Your sounds and actions have your lover following suit, his cock twitching and spurting out cum on your ass and down to the floor. The two of you breathe for a bit, his grip loosening on you as he guides you to relax your feet against the floor. He quickly covers your neck and cheek in kisses, whispering soft ‘I love you’s’ as he rubs your back. He shuffles and searches for towels to clean the two of you up. Once the two of you are clean, he takes extra care to make you comfortable, he massages your back.

As you relax against the floor and his back, you sigh happily as he hugs you from behind. Your hands rest on his biceps as you scan the counter. You laugh lightly before you pinch him. He yelps an ow and pouts. “What was that for?”

“We came in here for hot chocolate! Not dry humping and fingering.” You hear your boyfriend laugh as he kisses your cheek again and hugs you tighter. Your slight upset feeling subsides as he burrows his head into your frame. You know he gets excited to be with you, so you can’t be too upset with him. You cup his cheek and softly kiss the corner of his mouth.

“Merry Christmas, darling.”

Merry Christmas @peaches-and-cream-pies 🥰🥰🎄

#elle’s musical moots #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #bokuto smut #bokuto x fem!reader #bokuto koutaro x reader #bokuto kotaro smut #haikyuu smut #hq smut #hq x female reader #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x f!reader #my writing #i did the thing

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satantica · 1 year

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cute things haikyu boys would do for you

cw: gn!reader

love letters

every month on different occasions (or on occasions he made up for you) you receive a mysterious letter written specifically for you. he mails it in your locker or bag or your workplace and never repeats himself cause this man really wants you to work hard for that. the letter always has the simple envelope cause he likes to keep it official and formal but it’s the message that you should be amazed by. it begins beyond the topic: he would tell you who pissed him off or what he really wants to do at weekends. and it never fails to somehow smoothly start to describe how important you are in his life. you are the only person that irritates him less. you are the person who he wants to spend all the weekends with. but of course he phrases it in the most metaphorical way and you get it. you are the reason he becomes such a poet.

osamu miya, TSUKISHIMA KEI, SAKUSA KIYOOMI, kenma kozume, GOSHIKI TSUTOMU, KEIJI AKAASHI, suna rintarou

cooking for you

this dude is really trying to outdo your mom. he always makes sure that you have your lunch and checks if you have liked it. he really cares about your opinion and waits for your honest review. there is always a little note wishing you a good day and telling you that this lunch is an act of pure love. and of course it is going to be a good day because in the evening it is your turn to do something for him. when he returns home and sees you cooking he leans on the doorway with his arms crossed and watches you in satisfaction with a pleased grin. he helps you out a little with only one of his hands while the other enjoys holding your waist. although he definitely found everything tasty he says that you are his favorite meal.

iwaizumi hajime, OSAMU MIYA, azumane asahi, KEISHIN UKAI, kita shinsuke, nishinoya yuu, wakatoshi ushijima

stickers

you used to regret oversleeping and not catching your man before leaving to work. but now as you wake up you see a trail of stickers following you straight to the breakfast. he uses different colors and fonts and draws hearts near your name every time. and it tells something either motivating or extremely cute like “sorry, cutie! your sleepy face is non-wakeable xoxo”, “call me when you read this i miss you:(“, "i hope you miss me too<3”, “why are you still reading this call me!!!” he also draws suns, stars, flowers, cats and everything that comes to mind when he thinks about you while writing. he is ready to make these notes every day if you’d call him and talk to him with the excited voice telling how much you’ve enjoyed these especially drawings.

hinata shoyo, SUGAWARA KOUSHI, oikawa tooru, BOKUTO KOUTAROU, YAMAGUCHI TADASHI, lev haiba, atsumu miya, morisuke yaku

kitchen dance

when you two miss the movie again because you both didn’t know what to wear, he suggests that you should bake something together. but as long as you ease the dough he unexpectedly takes your hand and starts to spin you. then he suddenly stops and catches your other hand with his, while his other arm gently moves to your waist. and it doesn’t bother you that all your hands are in flour. you two start swinging in sync with the imaginary melody. and he is surprisingly good at it. when you get used to the rhythm he lifts you up taking you fully in his arms. he covers you with kisses as you laugh and try to resist. he pretends to lose balance so you would grip his neck in order not to fall. he smirks and continues giving kisses all over your face. the happiness you two feel leads to this becoming a tradition.

atsumu miya, KUROO TETSUROU, tanaka ryuunosuke, BOKUTO KOUTAROU, tendou satori, terushima yuuji

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sakustars · 1 year

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HQ!! BOYS WITH AN S/O IN A BAND

sfw; fluff; established relationships; gn!reader; reader is a drummer in lev’s and a guitarist in atsumu’s

ft: suna, hinata, lev, atsumu, yachi, bokuto

you know how small bands often hire photographers so they can post good pictures on social media for publicity? yeah, suna’s got you covered.

this man makes sure he’s right at the front and centre of every one of your gigs, snapping away, somehow managing to get the best angles and lighting every time.

he shares the photos with you afterwards in the greenroom, pulling you onto his lap and pointing out all his favourites — “you look so pretty leaning back like that, you should do it more often”.

you honestly didn’t know how hinata managed to balance his schedule so well — you could have sworn he had volleyball practice that night, but there he was, hopping about in the crowd.

he did have practice that night.

volleyball was super important to him, but so were you, so as soon as practice finished, he packed his bag as fast as possible and gunned it across town, mach twenty. lets just say the ticket guy was confused why a tiny ginger kid, horribly out of breath, was holding his ticket out to him like it was his only salvation.

what can he say, he’s a die hard fan.

having a tall boyfriend has it’s perks — knowing that lev can see you even though you were right at the back of the stage always boosted your motivation to perform well.

every gig he attended, you would make sure to do a little drumstick flip, just because you knew he thought it was the coolest thing in the world.

and not to mention videos — it was so rare for you to get any good ones, but with his height, lev could catch all your awesome moments, albeit you couldn’t really hear the drums over his excited cheering.

atsumu is determined to learn guitar for you — “we could be one of those cute couples on the internet, doin’ duets an’ shit, serious, babe”.

if you buy him a guitar for dummies book for christmas, expect lots of kisses in return, though prepare for even more whining for you to be the one to teach him.

love love loves when you sit him down to plaster cute hello kitty band aids over the blisters forming on his finger tips, gazing up at you with heart eyes as you scold him — “this could affect your setting you know?” — but you are touched that he would do this all for you.

you don’t need to provide free tickets for yachi — she works part time at the venue your band frequently performs at.

imagine her serving people drinks at the bar, occasionally throwing them off guard as she suddenly yells “yeah baby!” when your solo starts.

almost faints when you blow her a kiss from all the way over on stage, and a fellow coworker has to start fanning her with a dishcloth. it’s worth it though, to see the flustered expression on her face.

bokuto is very conflicted at your gigs. on one hand, he desperately wants to jump around and dance to your music. on the other, he’s very aware how big he is, and doesn’t want to accidentally crush someone.

half the time he can’t even pay attention, profusely apologising to the people behind him for blocking their view, despite them reassuring him multiple times that really, it’s okay.

after your gig has finished, he always manages to find you, picking you up and twirling around, showering you with compliments of how wonderful you are, as you blush at the crowd he’s drawing — some fans pulling out there phones to post about how cute their favourite band member is with their boyfriend.

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bananaminbaby · 2 years

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Who in Haikyuu is the best in bed?

pairings: Kuroo x reader, Sakusa x reader, Hinata x reader, Bokuto x reader, Mattsun x reader

cw: 18+ content - minors dni, pussy eating, fingering, creampie, mattsun's big dick

note: unfortunately i cant include this in the series since its sfw only, but i like this kind of asks, keep them coming

Kuroo

He teases a lot. Kuroo knows how the game works. He knows when to play hard and when to take it slow. Which is why everytime his cock is in your tight hole, he'd leave you in a crying mess. His cock always angled to that spot that makes you gush more and his hands always busy groping your boobs, your ass or any part of your body.

He can tell from the way you moan and your pussy clench that you are close. So he slows down his pace, alternating between grinding his hips and slow deep thrusts. He focuses more on whatever it is his lips are on. He loves kissing you and your body. Definitely a body worshipper.

"God, kitten... you taste so good, almost as good as how you feel around my dick."

Sakusa

As much as he says he hates germs and contact with people. I think he's one of the best when it comes to pussy eating. He's neat right? He'll make sure he laps any juices that gushes out of you and pushes it back in.

He's not shy with using his hands either. He's always got at least two fingers burried in your cunt and his other drawing circles on your clit. And if you try to close your legs on him, one arm is enough to push you legs against your stomach and hold it down in that position while he continues to devour your cunt like a starved man.

"Mmhmm... Give me another one baby, I know you can do it- come on my tongue and fingers, angel."

Hinata

This man lived in Brazil, you think he didn't learn a thing or two? He's very eager to experiment. No matter how weird you think it is when you suggest it to him, he'll always agree to try it first. His motto is to always try it first before saying no.

I also imagine he has a hairy chest, and despite all of the positions that you've tried with him, his favourite is still missionary. He loves having the best seat to looking at how his cock dives in and out of you, how you tits jiggle at every thrust and how your face scrunch up in pleasure. He loves placing his hands on your hips, pushing it down as he fucks into you. He doesn't care how loud of a noise it makes because all he can hear is your screams of pleasure.

"Louder, princess... Let everyone hear that I make you feel so good everytime we fuck."

Bokuto

I think he gets pussy drunk. He'll get so lost in the feeling of how his dick is wrapped around your warm and tight cunt, that he'll start thrusting like crazy. He cums heavily too. But don't worry, he's got the stamina and cum to last for a few hours.

Every fuck session, he needs to have his balls emptied- preferably in you. His cock would often have a white ring around it, and because of how quick he is fucking you, a string of cum connects your hips. And like Kuroo, his hands would also be looking for something to hold on to. But more so because he too stimulated and he needs something to ground him.

"Ah... Ah.. Fuck, baby, s-so tight. I-ah! I'm gonna cum, you ready baby? I-I'm gonna cum in you."

Mattsun

He's got a big dick. Sure, big dicks don't mean a good fuck if he can't use it well. But the thing is, he does know how to use it. Every time you have sex with him, your pussy always feels the stretch. The stretch so delicious, filling and brushing against every inch of your cunt. He gets cocky every time you start whining about how big his dick is, he'll smirk and tease you, grinding his hips so that you'll feel more of him.

Or if he's feeling mean, he'll pull out, and now you're left with an empty cunt and you hate nothing more than that. He'll make you beg for it while he fucks his fist in front of you. And when he does put it back in, he won't listen to the next time you whine about his big dick because he knows that you enjoy it as much as he does.

"Oh poor bunny... Looks like your cunt is too tiny to fit my cock. But thats okay, we'll make it work, don't we?"

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atsukinakae · 7 months

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Hey! Long time no write. So i was thinking trans!masc genderfluid (or ftm, if your more comfortable writing that) reader x bokuto or kenma , Reader is in the culinary club and convinces their lover to take a couples cooking class with him (maybe video game or volleyball themed to make it more fun/challenging)

~SQ (have a nice day!)

PS. Dont forget to add who you would like to write too for this!

Context:Mn is in the culinary club and his lover,Kenma, is in the volleyball club.Mn convinced his bf to help him in the Videogame themed contest.

"Oh come on Kenma!, It's gonna be fun!" Said mn as he tried to convince his lover to help him with the couple contest that the teacher set in the last culinary class.

Kenma had a groan on his face while being dragged by his lover to the culinary room(I'm not sure if this is written correctly,so if not please tell me).After leaving the things in the locker the couple walked to were the other members of the club and their partners were.

"Why did I have to leave my Nintendo in the locker?,I could just play games on it while you were cooking" Said Kenma as he looked down a bit disappointed 'cause he couldn't have his Nintendo.A giggle escaped from Mn," I'm not cooking alone,it's a couple contest that's why you are here and stop with that pout,I promise you it's gonna be fun".You kissed his cheek.

"Soo guys,did you all bring your partner for the contest?"," Yes!","Okay perfect, today's theme would be videogame and you can choose the recipe"

You and Kenma decide to make a videogame themed cake.Kenma started making the base of the cake and you were making the decoration for later."Ughh,I can't get it right"you said trying to get the decoration of the cake right. Suddenly you felt Kenma hands helping you get the exact shape with his hand on yours."Thanks" you murmured thinking that he wouldn't have heard but the smile on his face said otherwise.

It has been 1 hour and 20 min since the contest started,there were 10 minutes left,you and Kenma were doing the last touches on the cake.

Time was over and everyone had already finished."There other members are very original,I wish I could do something like that"you said a bit sad while watching the other members work."But I like ours more Mn,i'm proud of our hard work on this cake"his soft voice draw a small smile on your face.

#haikyuu x m!reader #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x trans reader #haikyuu x ftm reader #hq x ftm reader #hq x m!reader #hq x male reader #hq x trans reader

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wombatcat1903 · 2 years

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Bokuto x bestfriend!reader headcanons(post-college au)

Backstory: you and bokuto have been friends since you were kids. Both have been in love with eachother since middle school but neither confessed. After a few years you guys lost touch but have recently become close again.

Warning: nsfw.

Tags: praise, fingering, overstimulation

Mdni

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1. Bokuto is very affectionate person and is always touching you in some way. Holding hands, playing with you hair, a hand on your back, etc.

2. He comes over to your place every chance he gets between practice and games. He barely goes to his own place.

3. He has a drawer in your house full of his stuff.

4. You always cook for him and in return he makes you breakfast if he had stayed the night.

5. Since you have a one bedroom apartment he sleeps on the couch and won't sleep on the bed no matter how many times you've asked.

6. There was one incident that happened when you guys had started to hang out again where he had stayed the night and slept beside you. He had been so excited and nervous that he had barely gotten any sleep and had woken up with the biggest morning wood ever.(since lets be honest he is not a small man in any way) he had woken up before you and had been mortified since he didnt want to make you uncomfortable. Cold shower did not work for him since just seeing your stuff and being surrounded by your scent would make him excited again. He had to rub one out in your bathroom and he felt so guilty about that.

7. After that incident he never slept beside you again.

8. You guys being affectionate is one of his favourite things about your relationship however that has its own downsides too. If he doesn't focus really hard even small touches from you can excite him.

9. He wears only sweatpants when he's at your house. Big baggy sweatpants so when incidents occur you wouldnt be able to see it.

10. He loves/hates when you guys cuddle while watching tv, cause you usually start drawing patterns on his thigh with your finger after you get lost in the movie. Blood rushes down so fast that he gets dizzy. He can never bring himself to tell you to stop. So he sits there painfully hard all through out the movie.

11.he once found your vibrator while he was looking for something. he laid there on the couch all night picturing you using it, naked on your bed with your legs spread, moaning his name.

12. After a while things got so hard for him that he stopped coming around for a while. Big mistake. Not even 5 days had past and he already missed you so much and you had stopped talking to him since he had stopped talking you out of nowhere and you were mad.

13. He shared his struggles with atsumu in that time who suggested that he should come clean(not about the horniness about his feelings)

14. Getting you to talk to him was a struggle on his own. You made him work for you attention and affection and he worked so hard.

15. After two weeks of him trying to win you back you finally agreed to meet him at a cafe so he could explain why he suddenly ghosted you.

16. He confessed his feelings for you and asked you out. You were so shocked since you thought he only saw you as a friend but you obviously said yes.

17. I headcanon that he is a soft service dom. He both loves being praised and praising you. Once he found out that being praised is one of your weaknesses he started using it against you. And he gets very dirty with it. Both in public and private. More subtly in public but still enough to have an effect(affect?) On you. In privaye though? He is on anothet level. He praises you in a low and calm voice which and doesn't stop untill you're stammering and you face is all red.

18. He has a size kink. One of his favourite things is to sit you between his legs and finger you untill you're crying from overstimulation. He spreads and traps your legs under his so you wouldn't be able to run away. He starts with whispering praises in your ear until you've completely melted and the only thing you can do is whimper for him to do something. He starts with featherlight touches on your thighs very close to where you want him the most but never touching it. He won't touch you where you want him untill you start begging and whining for him. He rubs you clit with one hand in slow circles untill you start bucking your hips, he then picks up the pace and inserts one finger inside you with(?) His other hand.

Everything about him is big. Specially his fingers and it takes sometime for you to adjust to them. He loves that. He loves the fact that even one of his fingers can make you fall apart.

He never stops at one though. Sooner than you can handle he is inserting another one and relishing in the way you throw your head back and moan, tears gathering in your eyes. He is merciless about it. He fingers you hard and fast, hitting and rubbing your gspot with no mercy. He doesn't stop even after you've come. He doesn't stop when your legs start to shake and you try closing them. He doesn't stop when you come again. He doesn't stop when the tears start to fall or when you begs.

By the time he stops you can't even form full sentences and can't even remember how many times you've come. But he does. He counts everytime. He wants to know how many times he can get you to come before you are completely spent.

#bokuto headcanons #bokuto smut #bokuto x female reader #bokuto koutaro x y/n #bokuto x you #bokuto koutaro x reader #bokuto x gender neutral reader #haikyuu!!#bokuto kotaro smut #bokuto kotaro x you #bokuto koutarou

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lys-9-10 · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday (My first Bokuaka)

The little bell above the restaurant door dinged, signalling the entrance of another party. Akaashi didn’t bother to look—until Bokuto’s face split into a wide grin and he whooped, “Kuroo!”

The Nekoma captain and his tired-eyed setter drew up to their table.

“Howdy,” Kuroo said, clapping Akaashi on the shoulder (because he was closest). “That was a pretty badass game you all pulled out there.”

“I knoooow right,” Bokuto crowed. “Kaashi here was on fire.”

Kuroo’s eyes glinted with a hint of a smirk. “Mhm. In more ways than one, from your perspective.”

Akaashi blinked—then frowned.

“Ya guys wanna sit down?” Bokuto asked, scooting over to make room in the booth. Thankfully, he seemed not to have caught Kuroo’s implication.

Akaashi slid into the space Bokuto had created and Kuroo and Kenma filed in next to him.

“You were pretty good too, Bokuto-san,” Kenma said, after they settled.

Bokuto beamed, obviously pleased as punch by the watery compliment from Nekoma’s notoriously tepid setter.

“Why thank you. I was top of my game if I do say so myself.” His grin faltered. “Ah shit. I gotta pee. Y’all have to get out again.”

Kuroo snorted. “You didn’t see this coming half a second ago when you invited us to sit down?”

“Bokuto never sees anything coming,” Akaashi contributed monotonously. “Unless it’s a volleyball, that is.”

“Fine then sourpusses, I’ll climb over yer laps!”

Bokuto popped up onto his hands and knees and…. did exactly that.

Akaashi tried to pretend that all the blood didn’t immediately rush to his face. Beside him, he could hear Kuroo snicker. (He wasn’t looking at him. He was trying very hard not to look anywhere right now but straight ahead.)

When Bokuto was out of earshot, Kuroo turned to Akaashi, a shit-eating grin spread across his face.

“So that was quite the game, eh Akaashi?”

“You said that already,” Kenma said from Kuroo’s side.

“Yeah but there are layers to this statement, Kenma.”

Akaashi picked up his chopsticks and began busying himself with his plate of food. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Kuroo laughed and dug his elbow into Akaashi’s ribs. “I can’t believe you let him hold your face for a full timeout and walk away without kissing you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Kuroo, don’t be mean.”

“When are you going to tell him?” Kuroo asked, ignoring Kenma.

“Tell him what?” Akaashi winced. That was the wrong way to retort… Questions invite answers…

Sure enough, Kuroo scoffed and said—thankfully not loud enough to draw the other players’ attention above the loud restaurant music and ruckus of conversation— “Oh I dunno, that you’re head over heels in love with him?”

Akaashi flushed hotly. Perhaps angrily.

He’d known for a while that Kuroo had guessed about his feelings. Kuroo hinted. Kuroo teased. But Kuroo had never just flat out said it like that.

“I—”

“I know, I know. You don’t know what I’m talking about.” Kuroo tugged Akaashi into a playful headlock, whispered, “Bokuto’s coming back,” and let him go.

Bokuto appeared a mere moment later, and Akaashi felt begrudging gratitude for Kuroo’s scrap of decency that had motivated the warning.

“Hey hey hey! Bladder allll emptied,” Bokuto joyfully declared. Then, he braced a hand on Kenma’s lap and began to raise a knee.

Akaashi rocketed to his feet. “Let him in, guys,” he said, rather too urgently.

Kenma tugged a snickering Kuroo to his feet.

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#bokuaka #kuroo & bokuto & akaashi #pining akaashi #kenma & kuroo #akaashi x bokuto #kuroo tetsurou #bokuto koutaro #akaashi keiji #kozume kenma #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu fanfiction

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hinatastinygiant · 2 years

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Chapter Thirty Nine

Profugus Papilio

Pairing: Haikyuu!! x Fem!Reader

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You run all the way back to the camp, burst open the front gate, and fall straight to your knees on the other side. Your hands get scratched up as you catch yourself with them on the ground, and you dip your head down to silently sprinkle small tears on the soil below.

In almost an instant, Bokuto approaches you. Now able to run, he quickly makes it to your side. "What the fuck is going on?" he asks. "I heard a gunshot? Was that you?"

As he asks you the questions, the others begin to draw near.

"It was Atsumu," you shake your head. "I don't know it all happened so fast. He told me to kill him but I refused so he shot himself," you explain to the group as your head spins out of control. You think you are about to throw up, only to feel even more nauseous a second later when Osamu grabs you by the hair and pulls you to stand on your feet.

"And you did what?!" he shouts in your ear at the top of his lungs.

"Please," you beg with watery eyes. "I didn't kill him, I swear."

"Then what's this you got on you, hm?" he says as he grabs hold of the gun attached to your hip. "You're the one with the fucking gun. Feels warm, too."

"Osamu, I-"

"Shut the fuck up!" he shouts, his free fist balling up in a tight knot. Your stomach does the same as you prepare yourself for impact. It's only a moment later when his fist does make contact with your face. He beats you straight down into the ground, then hovers over you to take some more shots at your bloody face. "I'll fucking kill you. I'll kill you with my bare fucking hands!" he shouts.

Bokuto then intervenes, catching one of Osamu's punches before they land on you. Osamu's face twists into disgust as he backs off of you and stands up to face off with Bokuto. "Why the fuck are you stopping me? Just 'cause you're fucking her every night? Got yourself special privileges with your doctor, huh? How's that leg of yours, feeling better, isn't it? Why don't you get the fuck out of here, too?"

"That's enough!" you shout as best you can, your dry voice cracking as you interrupt their fight. "Just stop. Bo isn't the one who needs to leave. I'll go if it's what we all agree upon."

"I'm not going to let you-" Bokuto begins before you lift your hand up to stop him from protecting you.

"Alisa. Lev. Yachi. Kenma. Oikawa. It's your call," you tell them.

The five of them stand in silence, not sure what to say. You've all been together for so long. You brought them all together- even saved some of them when they were sick.

"We can't make her go," Kenma scoffs. "Are you guys forgetting this is her place? She's the one who let us all stay here!"

"Yeah, I agree. She took us all in even when we didn't deserve it..." Oikawa nods in agreement.

"Y/N, please don't go," Yachi whispers.

"Seriously? You're all gonna side with the fucking murderer?" Osamu shouts as he pulls himself out of Bokuto's grip. "You better get your shit out of her before I kill you next."

"Why don't you just get the fuck out?!" Bokuto replies as he pushes Osamu.

"It's alright," he shrugs as you stand up slowly. "I'll go. I'm sorry, Osamu." Osamu scoffs as he watches you walk past him. "I'm just going to grab a few things and go."

Nobody has anything left to say as you walk past them and your home. You pull your things together and step outside. Luckily for you, Osamu is nowhere to be seen. So, remembering what Atsumu said to you only a few minutes prior, you sneak into his camp and begin to rifle through his things.

Under Atsumu's bed, you find the box with his shoulder brace in it. You quickly stuff it into your backpack and run out of the small home. It's then that you make your way back to the gate. You look back once and still see nobody around. You suppose they're either taking care of Atsumu or hiding. Goodbyes are hard for you, too, so you leave without even bothering to look around. Besides, you can take a hint.

You walk around the edge of the forest, careful to steer clear of where Atsumu lays in fear that Osamu might come after you again and Bokuto won't be around to help. You keep on walking until you reach the other side and find yourself on the same road where Kuroo ended his life.

You walk over to the burnt-down store and sit down on the ground nearby. It's cold now, and your ass on the ground is absolutely freezing, but it's your first time catching your breath since the wild events of today started.

When you pull off your backpack, you open it up and take out the box with the shoulder brace. The brace is in there now that Atsumu no longer needed it, along with a well-written note explaining his whole situation in detail to you.

You find out about his lover, Sakusa, who he loved with all his heart.

You learn about his shitty car business that landed him in jail.

You know about his gang that he joined which went sour once the outage and jailbreak occurred.

Even the high school friend he was spending time with before he met you.

Atsumu's life sure was wild, almost the opposite of your own, but you can't help but empathize with him. The one thing everyone has in common nowadays is that no matter who you were before, you're a whole other person now.

As you read the letter, you cry for Atsumu. You wish you could change his story and give him a better ending. Hell, you wish you could do the same for Kuroo and Tsukishima, too, but for some reason, this death is just different. You almost feel as though you're on the edge of a major breakthrough.

It's almost as if you skipped a chapter of a book that would have made everything make so much more sense. As if everything is, in a way, connected, but you just haven't put it all together yet.

If you ever do read this, please remember that my brother and I do try to be good people. It may not always look that way, but I promise I did try.

The line eats at you. Kuroo had mentioned once that he couldn't tell whether the two of them were close and sticking together, or if Atsumu was hinting at accusing his brother of murder. But now, after reading this, you're sure it's the former.

Which leaves Bokuto the only one left at the scene of the crime, but then...

One more thing. There's someone amongst you who isn't who they say they are. I don't want to give them away because, at one point, they were my friend.

Before the outage, Atsumu was in jail. Bokuto made it very clear that he was not. He was just a broke college kid whose parents left behind. So if it's not Bokuto either then does that mean someone else was there with us? Someone else was at Yamaguchi's house that day? Is it possible that the house we barged into was being lived in?

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Lazy Sunday Sex with the Haikyuu Boys

Characters included: Bokuto, Asahi, Iwaizumi, Kenma

Warnings: Minors/Ageless blogs DNI, gn!reader, no pronouns used, unspecified genitalia, lazy sex, dry humping, this is the most vanilla thing I've ever written I think, go me /hj.

A/N: I wrote this as an exercise to get back into writing more like I used to, I hope it's okay! Also if you would like to see this with other characters from other shows, let me know!

Bokuto

Bokuto would be the kind to wake you up by humping your back or leg depending on how you sleep, setting the tone for the day from the very beginning.

He’d be the kind to keep you in bed all morning by lazily fucking you or being lazily fucked by you or both, just adoring your company more than anything, praising you and telling you over and over again how lucky he is to have you.

If this is your first day off together in a while, he will make sure to show you exactly how much he missed you by making you cum so hard you see stars <3. He definitely won’t stop until you’re both absolutely sated and spent, but he will order takeout for the two of you afterwards, moving to the couch after having whatever takeout your heart desired. It’s a calm atmosphere, domestic and familiar, and neither of you would trade it for the world.

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“Baby,” you wake up Bokuto, who has been humping your ass for the past minute, waking you up in the process. It wasn’t bothersome but you could feel how hard he was and you’d rather he cum in you or your mouth than on the fresh bedsheets. Sundays are days of rest, after all, not the time to do laundry and make the bed.

“Hmm? Oh- sorry,” he says sheepishly once he was conscious, his voice thick with sleep, rubbing his eyes as his grinding comes to a halt.

“It’s okay.” You smile, turning around to place a tender kiss on his lips. You pull back making a face, which he reciprocated. Morning breath.

“Want me to help you out?” You ask, knowing the answer before Bokuto can even give it.

You spit in your hand before gliding it down Bokuto’s body, grateful you both sleep naked, taking his heavy leaking cock into your hand.

“I’m so glad we have the day off.” You say, pumping his length slowly, smiling at the way he slowly thrusts into your hand.

“Me, too. Love you. Missed you this week,” he whispers against the shell of your ear, slightly nibbling it as he groans shamelessly, cumming into your hand. Well, at least the sheets weren’t ruined.

But, from the look in Bokuto’s eyes, you know it wouldn’t matter anyway.

Asahi

He likes taking his time with you no matter what, which is why when you have a day off, he will make sure he makes you cum on his mouth, his hands, his cock, whatever it is you need he will give it to you, so lazy sundays are the best time for him to really make you feel amazing.

He would probably initiate it in the early afternoon, spending the morning eating breakfast and reading together on the couch, like the old couple you are. But at some point in the afternoon, he makes sure to call you over to him in order to kiss you passionately, letting you know what you are in for. He loves drawing all those pretty sounds out of you, making your back arch and skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Definitely a passionate lover, and if the time allows it, lazy fucking is more than on the table. It’s his favourite way to take you completely apart.

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“Come on, another round, please.” Asahi begs quietly, smiling at the way you thrust back against him.

Your back is flush against his as he lazily thrusts into your hole, the sound from his length dragging in and out of your walls absolutely lewd and so hot, you completely lose yourself int he feeling.

“Okay,” you sigh, not because you’re annoyed but because you’re feeling so good, it’s almost overwhelming. You lost count of how many times you’ve cum, and you don’t know if you can hold on much longer with the way Asahi’s cock is hitting that sensitive spot inside you with every other thrust.

“That’s my baby,” Asahi whispers, finding your nipples and tugging at them, making you groan lowly in response.

“Don’t hold back, let go, you deserve this.”

Iwaizumi

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again!!! He is the most passionate lover in the Haikyuu universe. He will have you however you desire, and will heed to all of your needs. You both work a lot, so getting a day off together is a blessing, and he makes sure to take good care of you. He wakes up before you, so he brings you breakfast to bed, and once you’re done, he gently spoons you as you scroll through your phone, his hand idly wandering across your body, eliciting goosebumps as those hands travel further south, making sure you’re okay with it before dipping a trained hand into your underwear, kissing your shoulder as he jerks you off, grinding his hardening cock against your ass. It’s not desperate, or forceful in any way. There’s some comfort to it somehow, familiarity and love that can only exist if you’ve established a good relationship which, thankfully, you and Iwaizumi definitely have. He pours everything he can’t say into his actions, just lazily fucking you until you come undone. He’ll also cook you lunch which you’ll eat watching a movie later.

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“What are you doing?” You ask with mock-suspicion at the way Iwaizumi’s hand was trailing across your sensitive spots he’s memorised ages ago.

At this point, you both knew you weren’t focusing on your phone anymore, closing your eyes as Iwaizumi drags his nails so tantilisingly across your skin.

“Mmh, feels good.” You murmur, now completely discarding your phone. In response, Iwaizumi kisses your shoulder, dipping his hand into your underwear, finding your already aroused sex, smirking against the skin of your back.

“I’m glad, baby. You deserve to feel good. So don’t hold back, I’ll make sure to take good care of you, okay?” He whispers as he starts stroking your sex in earnest, kissing your neck and nibbling at the soft skin.

Kenma

With Kenma it always depends on his mood. I think his libido is definitely insane and he loves desperately fucking you, no matter what, and he definitely likes it rough. However, after a long stream, on his day off, he’s just happy to spend the day with you wihtout having to use too much energy, eating ramen in front of the TV, watching a movie both of you have seen so many times you can recite it line for line. It’s a comfort thing, and you both cuddle on the couch, Kenma on top of you as you idly hold hands. But, when he starts kissing your neck and you feel his growing erection against your thigh, you can tell neither of you are going to focus on the movie anymore in a second.

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It’s not like you didn’t know the movie that was playing on the flatscreen TV of your apartment. In fact, it was both yours and Kenma’s favourite movie. However, it was hard to focus on whatever was going on when your boyfriend, was grinding against your crotch, kissng you absentmindedly, moaning against your lips.

“You taste like ramen.” He mentions, breaking the kiss for a second, smiling softly at you.

“So do you,” you reply, poking him in his side, which made him jolt slightly.

“Hey, no fair…” He murmurs, but ultimately returning to kissing you, his hands wandering under your shirt.

“Wanna turn off the tv and go to bed?” You ask quietly, but Kenma shakes his head.

“No, want you here,” he whispers softly, pulling down your boxers enough to expose your aroused sex to the cool air.

“Okay,” you respond, taking his cock into your hand. You loved lazy Sundays with your boyfriend.

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fushiguroll · 2 years

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SURPRISING HIM AT HIS FANMEET

⇢ miya atsumu, bokuto kotaro, sakusa kiyoomi, hinata shoyo

synopsis: MSBY boys’ reaction to their wives surprising them at their fanmeet

ꨄ MIYA Atsumu | atsumu was tired and the yawns he’s been trying so hard to suppress is threatening to expose themselves. don’t get him wrong, he’s grateful, so grateful for his fans, but it’s been two hours and the line is still out the door. his face is frozen from all the smiling and his hand is starting to cramp up from the autographs. “NEXT!” the staff member urged the line forward.

atsumu doesn’t look up as he takes the photo of him, scribbling his messy “Miya Atsumu”. “thank you Miya-san, i’m a big fan. I'll see you at home tonight.” at your words, your husband looks up. for the first time all day, atsumu’s smile is genuine. he couldn’t stop himself from standing up and pulling you into a hug as fans screamed and cameras started clicking away. “What! princess, I thought ya weren’t coming. I missed ya, ya got no idea.” he mumbles against your hair. “I missed you too, baby. were you surprised?” “yes. its gotta be the best surprise ever.”

ꨄ BOKUTO Kotaro | you giggled quietly as you stood in front of your husband, watching him furrow his brows in concentration as he carefully drew the the two dots above the “o” in “bokuto”. that was his thing, making the last “o” in his name look like a little :o. A little face of surprise.

“bokuto-san, the way you draw your name is very cute.” he doesn’t look up as he continues concentrating, “thanks! that’s what my wife says too.” “your wife must have good taste, especially if she married you, a very fine man.” bokuto hesitates, but doesn’t look up, a little uncomfortable by your words. were you flirting with him? you knew he was married, why would you flirt with him?

“ma’am, I appreciate your support, but my wife-” he stops mid-sentence as he finally meets your eyes. “BABY!” his voice echoes across the stadium as he stands up to hug you, knocking over his water bottle in the process, drenching the pictures of him waiting for his signature, completed with the “:o”. “I’m so sorry Mrs. Bokuto, but as you see, we still have a lot of people waiting in line.” at the manager’s word, your husband shrinks a little. “it’s fine, Ko, two more hours and you can come home.” “can you wait for me?” you smile he leans down, allowing you to plant a tiny kiss on his cheeks. “yeah, I’ll be doing some shopping next door. call me when you’re done, okay?” he nods happily before settling back into his seat. he calls out to you as you’re about to leave, “hey y/n! I love you!” earning himself a “love you too” and a collective “awww” from the rest of the fans waiting in line.

ꨄ SAKUSA Kiyoomi | it goes without saying that sakusa is beyond grateful for his fans. but if it were up to him, fan meets would never be a thing. he’s not a celebrity. he doesn’t like interacting with strangers. all he wants to do is play volleyball and then go home to you. but no, he’s stuck here, in between Hinata and Atsumu scribbling his messy signature and repeating “thank you” to fans. he’s glad the staffs allowed him to keep his mask on because he could tell atsumu’s cheeks were starting to cramp from all the smiling.

“Hi Omi.” sakusa snaps his head up. even in a stadium full of screaming fans and staffs shouting into their earpieces, your husband can recognize your voice anywhere. for the first time all day, sakusa takes off his mask as he whispers a low, “hi love, what are you doing here?” “i missed you extra today, so I thought I’d come say hi. were you surprised?” he nods, his little curls dancing with the movement. he pulls you in for a hug, surprising you. sakusa was not one for much PDA, but with three more hours to go, a hug from you seemed like proper motivation. you kiss him goodbye, with the promise of home in a bit. “just three more hours,” sakusa murmurs to himself, suddenly disliking fanmeets more than ever.

ꨄ HINATA Shoyo | you giggled as you waited in line, watching the way your husband hold out his palm for the little girl, who hits his large hands before shyly hiding in her father’s chest. Hinata’s always been so good at interacting with people. you’ve read the comments online, people have said meeting Hinata wasn’t like meeting a celebrity. it was more like meeting a friend. when it was your turn, he doesn’t look up, trying his best to perfect his signature. you look down at the mess of orange hair as he carefully dotted his “I”.

he smiles as he looks up, excited to chat briefly with his fan. “how are you today? thank you so much for coming!” you smile back at him, slightly confused. What game was he getting at? why is your husband pretending like he doesn’t know you? “I’m doing well! I missed you though.” hinata smiles, almost uncomfortable, “I’m sorry, but I’m married. thank you for the thought though.” thats when you realize he actually does not recognize you. “yeah I know,” you wave your hand in front of his face. “you’re married to me.” at your words, hinata narrows his eyes “oh. OH! Y/N! I’M SO SORRY I’m so tired I didn’t even recognize you.” he pulls you into him, face nuzzling against the crook of your neck. “I missed you too, so so much.”

“what kinda man don’t even recognize his own wife?” atsumu roars with laughter as hinata tightens his grip around you. “I’m just tired, you believe me right, y/n? I’m just tired. you know I love you so much.” “I know baby, I’ll see you at home okay?” “no, can’t you stay?” hinata looks around frantically for the manager, running towards the man, waving his hands as he begs him to let you stay. The manager finally relents and you spent the rest of the time in a chair next to Hinata, as fans come up and chat with you both.

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chimielie · 2 years

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implicate

summary: Akaashi x F!Reader. i now pronounce you officially unofficial

word count: 2.4k

cw: nothing except the deadly combo of yearning and the honeymoon phase. and a requisite blink-and-you’ll-miss-it jealousy scene

a/n: idk man this was supposed to be like 500 words i lost the plot so bad i don’t even think it’s funny anymore

You’re not sure when you first heard the phrase “work wife.” You know where, though — in the breakroom of your workplace, one of the most high-profile manga publishers in the world, from the lips of one of your coworkers.

“Oh, are you new?” One of the mangakas peers at you, her conversational partner having stopped to greet you when you entered the room. “Nice to meet you.”

“Actually, I’m—”

“Don’t you know, Naoko?” The other woman, who you recognize as Hasegawa Moto, a secretary often shuttled between the literary and manga departments, throws an arm around her. “This is — Akaashi’s work wife!”

You choke.

Akaashi Keiji was a new hire around the same time you were, although he worked in manga editing and your field was in literary publishing. The two of you had been drawn together quickly, first by proximity (it was much easier to ask him questions like “where are the band-aids” than to ask anyone who might judge you for not knowing) and then by personality. He had been your first friend in the new landscape of your life and remained the closest even as you met and befriended other people.

“I’m not— we aren’t— huh?” Hasegawa laughs raucously as you try to recover your bearings, wondering when you or Akaashi might have given the impression that you were together.

“Don’t worry,” she says after a few more moments’ friendly teasing at your expense. “‘Work wife’ or ‘work husband’ don’t really have any implications like that. They just refer to a coworker you’re close with. That’s why she’s down here so often,” she explains to Naoko. “She’s a good work wife, always bringing Akaashi coffee and things.”

“Sometimes he comes up to complain to me,” you say thoughtfully. “But he always leaves a note with a little doodle and a nice message behind. I can never catch him actually drawing it.”

“And you never will,” says Akaashi, the door swinging behind him. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, hello,” you say, smiling at him. “Did you know that we’re work spouses?”

He pauses, his always-fidgeting fingers stilling for maybe the first time since you met him. Akaashi just has one of those faces, his thoughts completely inscrutable from his expression.

“I didn’t,” he says, “but I can’t say I’m opposed to the label. So you’re...?”

“Your work wife! And you’re my work husband.”

“You may now kiss the bride,” comments Naoko, laughing along with the rest of you. You’ve seen Akaashi laugh plenty of times, but surely never as hard as this. His cheeks are pink from... exertion, surely?

You change his contact name in your phone. He signs off his well-wishing notes with “Your dedicated work husband.” Your mother gets entirely too excited when you reference him in conversation, and Akaashi tells you that Bokuto-san (a man you’ve heard a lot about, but never met) nearly booked a plane ticket when he first used the term “work wife” to describe you.

Then you quit.

You hadn’t expected it. You were happy where you were, mostly; you were looking forward to what the life you were living offered you. Still, something of your ambitious spirit whispered not yet. Akaashi was sitting next to you, his laptop balanced on his thighs, when you clicked submit on the application; his surprisingly strong arms that hugged you when you dove into his chest once the deed was done. You hadn’t expected anything of it, afraid of getting your hopes up, but then you’d gotten an interview, and another, and then you’d gotten it.

Your dream job, just a few blocks away.

You linger in Akaashi’s office, your own (very) recently cleared out of all its furniture, all its personal touches. The bobblehead he’d bought you, the free poster you’d received after ten consecutive trips to the onigiri restaurant around the corner together, the collection of books he’d worked on are all packed into cardboard now, ready to find a better home at your new company.

The plasticky couch you’d eaten so many late-night instant meals on suddenly feels ten times more comfortable.

“I don’t want to leave,” you complain up at Akaashi, who sits in his chair, looking at you with his usual reserved fondness.

“Yes, you do,” he says, contradictorily encouraging.

“I mean here,” you say. “This couch.” You.

“You can come back.” He taps his feet, wiggles his fingers. If he were ever still, he’d look like a painting.

“It won’t be the same,” your voice pitches dramatically.

“It could be better,” Akaashi points out.

“That’s uncharacteristically optimistic of you.”

“No, see? We have two paths. We could work divorce...” He holds out his right hand, skin still well-conditioned even though it’s been years since the vanity of a setter was foremost in his life. “Or we drop the work and become husband and wife. Just husband and wife.”

His left hand opens, revealing two origami rings, folded meticulously into the shape of circlets capped with a heart “stone.”

“Akaashi,” you gasp, spirits lifted. “Did you make these?”

“Only if you think they’re funny and not embarrassing,” he says drily.

“I think they’re amazing,” you say, plucking one from his palm. “I might cry, honestly, this is too sweet.”

He shakes his head, standing up. “Let me.”

His hands are bigger than you realized, fingers astonishingly long and graceful. They slide the ring onto your left fourth finger, twisting it around before setting the heart upright. His hair falls into his eyes as he puts his own ring on, and you reach up to brush it back while his hands are occupied.

Akaashi’s eyes are a feature you haven’t paid too much attention to so far, often hidden behind the flashing of his glasses or the heaviness of his eyelids. Up close, you realize that they might be the most arresting shade you’ve ever seen, reflecting blue from a source you can’t find. They’re sharp and penetrating; you get the sense that he sees beyond what most people do.

His hand comes up and those lithe fingers wrap around your wrist, and the moment breaks.

“See?” He murmurs your first name for the first time. “It’ll be okay.”

You haven’t known him to make an inaccurate prediction yet.

The first time he comes to your workplace, you’re thrilled to show him around. While he insists that he only meant to drop by and that he mostly intended to make sure you were eating properly, you drag him around the building to show off.

“This is my husband, Keiji,” you tell one of your new work friends, Jia. The two of you had gone out for lunch together on your first day, and you had told her all about him and your little inside joke.

“Oh, your husband?” Another of your coworkers’ heads pop up to take a look.

“We’ve heard so much about you,” gushes a third. Keiji greets them politely, then shoots you a look. You only grin at him and take his hand to show him to the rooftop.

Keiji visits often, for many of the same reasons he used to make the trek up to the third floor for you. Often, you take meals together, knowing that the other will forget to eat if you don’t, spending the little spare time you have with each other because it’s just so nice. Keiji is an easy person to be around, gentle and witty and a great navigator of public transportation. You learn the latter on a trip to Osaka:

It turns out that the Bokuto-san who is Keiji’s bestest friend in the entire world is the same one you see on magazine covers at the grocery.

“Keiji,” you say, impressed, as he leads you into the back of the pro gym that might be larger than your apartment building. “You have connections!”

“Not really,” he responds, looking embarrassed. “Just—”

“Akaashi!” The biggest man you have ever seen absorbs Keiji in a hug as he lunges out of some hallway door. Goodbye, you mourn your friend inwardly. Who knew you would go this way. Eaten by a mountain.

The man-shaped planet releases Keiji after some squirming, and chooses you as his next target. You find it actually pleasant, being crushed to death by a man with muscles like boa constrictors. You hug back, as best you can.

“Bokuto-san, please let go of my wife,” says Keiji, putting a steadying hand on your waist as you topple out of Bokuto’s gravity field.

“Nice to meet you!” You beam up at him, watching his hair ruffle into two points. “You’re even cooler than you look on magazines!”

Keiji groans as Bokuto swells into an unidentifiable mass of ego.

During a highly energetic interaction that Keiji watches spiral out of his control with some degree of despair, you are convinced to meet the rest of the MSBY team, who are a blur of loud voices and curious faces. Mostly, you remember Shōyō, a stocky man who moved so fast you could barely keep up, his energy (along with Bokuto’s) infectious and intoxicating. Even the emojis he uses in the groupchat you find yourself, Keiji, and Bokuto added to seem to match his exuberant personality.

At the end of the day, you slump against Keiji, exhausted.

“Tired?” He murmurs, lightly amused.

“Yes,” you say, reaching blindly up and behind you to pat at his head, feeling the bounce of his hair under your hands. “Let’s go home, Mr. Akaashi.”

“If you insist, Mrs. Akaashi,” he says, twisting you around to stand you upright. You laugh a little, too tired to give the joke the gumption it deserves, and lean into his side again.

You hate how dark it gets in Keiji’s office.

“C’mon, Keiji,” your hands are planted on your hips. “You need a vacation.”

“I don’t want a vacation, though,” he says. “I want to stay here, and edit panels of Zombie Knight Zom’bish, until I die and become inspiration for Udai-san’s next series.”

“You are the worst,” you huff. “If you’re not going to use your vacation days for yourself, at least use them to come with me while I’m on my work trip. It’ll be like old days; we can even be work spouses again.”

“I like being your husband outside of work,” Keiji grumbles. You kick the back of his chair.

“I went to Osaka with you to meet MSBY,” when guilt doesn’t work, you try another tactic. “It’s in the same town as that onigiri place you like,” you say, dangling the words in front of him like bait for a fish.

Keiji graciously agrees to show you around and to take you to Onigiri Miya, which is apparently related to Miya Atsumu.

“Oh, I liked him,” you say thoughtfully when he mentions it. “We didn’t talk much because he was busy with Sakusa-san, but he’s definitely one of the best-looking athletes, I think.”

Beside you, Keiji tightens up; his hands fist in his pockets, fingernails digging cruel half-moons in his palms.

“His brother Osamu runs the shop,” Keiji says. “They’re twins, so you’ll probably like the way he looks, too.”

“Maybe,” you say. “Mostly I hope the onigiri is good.”

“I mean, we don’t have to go here, actually. Plenty of places sell specialty onigiri. We don’t even have to get onigiri if you don’t want to, I didn’t mean to—”

“No, no, it’s okay,” you smile reassuringly. “We came all the way out here to meet Miya-san. We should say hi at the very least!”

You can see Miya Osamu through the window of his small storefront, rearranging chairs and whistling through pursed lips.

“You were right,” you whisper to Keiji. “He looks just like his brother.” Your friend only hums in response.

“Hey, Akaashi,” greets the restaurateur. “Didn’t expect to see ya ‘round here anytime soon! Glad to have you, though, what can I get ya and yer...?”

“Wife,” Keiji supplies quickly. “This is... my wife.” A beat passes before he expands by saying your real name and the words come out stilted, but you don’t notice, too busy trying to cool your cheeks at the sound of the words.

“Great,” says Miya, clapping his hands together. “Nice to meet you, call me Osamu.”

“Thank you,” you bow to him. “You have a lovely setup. Keiji mentioned you were thinking about opening a branch in Tokyo?”

Osamu is easy to talk to and attentive, even as he multitasks behind the counter; you enjoy your conversation with him greatly. Eventually, though, business picks up and you find his gaze flickering over and over to the growing line of people his employees are dealing with.

“We’ve kept you too long,” you say. “We should let you go work.”

“No, no, it’s been a pleasure,” says Osamu politely. “Come on and visit anytime.”

“I’m sure we will,” you wave a little goodbye to him, and he salutes as he disappears into the back of the restaurant. As you stand and exit, Keiji wraps an arm around your shoulders, the wire of his glasses barely poking you.

“Alright, Keiji?” You ask, rubbing a hand absentmindedly up and down his side a few times.

“Of course,” he takes a deep breath and you can feel his smile more than see it. “S’all good.”

Going out with people from your old workplace comes after you return to Tokyo, playing a game of catch-up with some familiar faces and some unfamiliar ones before you have to return to the neverending grind of employment.

“You know, I don’t know if Keiji ever dated anyone,” you say, chin in your hand as you ponder. The man in question is currently in the bathroom, while you commence talking behind his back.

“You mean no exes or anything? You were the first?” One of the editors you don’t recognize inquires eagerly.

“First what?”

“First, you know, girlfriend?” You laugh uncertainly.

“I mean, I don’t think that really counts? It’s not like we’re dating or anything.”

“But you did date, yes? Or did you just move really, really fast?” Someone else asks. “My husband and I were engaged a week after we met.”

“I don’t understand what you mean,” you shake your head. “Keiji and I have never been in a relationship.”

Three people simultaneously say “what?” Out of the corner of your eye, you see Keiji weaving between tables, steadfastly journeying back to you. Help, help, help.

“I mean, we joke, but—” Keiji reaches the table just in time for one of your aghast work friends to spread her arms wide and say loudly—

“What do you mean you’re not even dating? I thought you were married!”

#akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi angst #akaashi fluff #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq!! x reader #haikyuu!! fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #haikyuu!! angst #haikyuu!! x reader fluff #haikyuu!! x reader angst #hq x reader angst #hq x reader fluff

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tahdashi · 3 years

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HOW HE KNOWS HE'S FALLEN IN LOVE WITH YOU. . .

✫ ft: akaashi, iwaizumi, suna, and atsumu x gn!reader

✫ a/n: mention of kids in atsumu's

✫ AKAASHI can’t help but smile when you’re in the room. he's not paying attention to a word that bokuto is saying. instead, his eyes are drawn to you. you're standing across from him, but he's positive that you can hear his heart beat (it beats for you, he thinks, as cheesy as it sounds). and when you laugh, he does, too. your laugh is contagious, your smile blinding in the best way possible. your eyes finally catch his. his cheeks burn red and his fingers fly up to his face to push up his glasses.

"you look pretty," he says. he's fallen for you and he know's it. why else would he blurt out the first thing that comes to mind? knowing that you two are having a moment, bokuto slyly slips away with a grin.

"you do, too. you always do," you tell him. and when he starts to play with the rings on his fingers, unable to keep his eyes on yours, you know that you've won the flustering game. or maybe you've fallen just as hard.

✫ IWAIZUMI thinks about his future with you before he goes to bed. after a long phone call with you, he's laying in bed with his hands behind his head. he felt his lips turn upwards as you whispered a “good night” before you ended the call and fell asleep. despite it being 1:12 am, hajime is wide awake. he wishes to hear your voice in his ears every night as you two huddle together and bask in each other's warmth. he thinks about how he'd wake you up in the mornings. maybe he'd wake up a bit earlier than you and make you coffee, or maybe you two would make breakfast together.

hajime rolls over to his side and grabs his blankets closer to him. the bed is too big for just one person, he tells himself. before drifting off to sleep, he promises himself to find the courage to ask you to move in with him. his dreams are full of a future of you and him (like they always are).

✫ SUNA finds your touch comforting. his presence is often subtle, never wanting to draw attention to himself. but when you're with him, he only wants your attention. whether you two are walking beside each other or watching childhood movies on the couch, rintarō wants to be close to you. he wants you to embrace his presence. so, he'll catch your hands in his, or he'll brush his shoulder against yours, hoping you'll get the hint. and when you finally take ahold of his hands and smile up at him, he feels his heart race.

"your hands are cold, here, lemme warm them up," he'd tell you. of course, he uses this excuse in the middle of the summertime, too.

without a doubt, he looks down at your intertwined hands and thinks about how you've always been his missing puzzle piece.

✫ ATSUMU hopes his mom will love you as much as he does. it's no doubt that your name is always brought up in conversations between atsumu and his mom. you and his mother are two of the most important people in his life. you've supported him and his career, just like his mom did, and he hopes to be the best he can be for you.

so when his mom asks atsumu when you'll be coming over to meet the whole family, he breaks into a nervous chuckle.

"the whole family? they haven't even met ya yet!" he's shuffling his feet, kicking it against the pavement as he thinks about how you'd react if he asked you.

"i think they're great already, atsumu! bring them over, will ya?" that's all he needed to hear.

so when he finally finds it in himself to ask you to meet his whole family, he's relieved at your excitement. he takes your hand in his and places a gentle kiss to it.

"you're really great, ya know?" he tells you. (ma's always right).

when the day finally comes, he realizes he's infatuated with you. seeing you and his mom poke fun at his baby pictures fills his chest with indescribable warmth. one day, it'll be you two poking fun at your own kids' baby pictures, he hopes.

#this popped into my head randomly #akaashi x reader #iwaizumi x reader #suna x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #akaashi fluff #akaashi hcs #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi hcs #suna fluff #suna hcs #atsumu fluff #atsumu hcs #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu hcs #sayu.writes

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hajimesh · 3 years

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𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 — olympic team / fem reader

[ atsumu, sakusa, suna, kageyama, gao, bokuto, hinata, iwaizumi, oikawa ]

the stress of the first match seems to be taking a toll on the team's spirit, and you refuse to sit and watch them fail when you know you can be of help. but can you really handle all of them?

(or, where you end up having a gang bang with 8 professional volleyball players, and 1 athletic trainer)

⥅ word c. 7,928

⥅ warnings. sub reader, gang bang, foursomes, voyeurism?, fellatio, cum play, vaginal penetration, anal, unprotected sex, creampie, facial, size + stomach bulging kink, praise kink, mild degradation, double penetration, pussy job (for like, one second), double vaginal penetration, fingering, squirting, overstimulation, someone passes out, aftercare

⥅author n. brought to u thanks to this tweet + @kmorgzz who suggested adding iwaoi to the mix

special mention to my wife and love of my life, runa. @tsumue u had me laughing at 4am as i read ur comments in the google doc. i don't know what i'd do without u, tysm for beta and putting up with me for the past week ♡

ps. im v sorry if ur fave didn't make the cut (╥_╥) i added the ones im more familiar with, in terms of writing

if someone had told you you’d be attending the olympic games not as a spectator but as part of japan’s team, you’d have never believed them. but here you are, sitting in the same room with the most skilled players in the country as none other than their personal assistant.

“iwaizumi-san! do you think kageyama and i could pull off a quick attack right at the beginning of the set?”

“shoyo-kun, if there’s someone you’ll be doing the quick attack with it’s me,” atsumu’s eyes land on kageyama, smirking at the other setter from across the room, “right, tobio-kun?”

“you’re a disgrace.”

sakusa’s statement earns an offended scoff from the blond setter, the rest of the team rolling their eyes and sighing at the all-too-familiar scene.

“oi! we don’t have time for petty fights!”

after iwaizumi gets everyone’s attention back on him, he barely finishes explaining tomorrow’s match opponents and their plays without losing the team’s attention. he might be there to train them and make sure they’re on top of their game, but he knows when the team is lacking morale and, sadly, today’s one of those days.

the meeting is over and all of you go to the dining hall, fetching your dinner and sitting on your respective table with you right next to iwaizumi.

since you took that part-time job at the msby jackals, you quickly caught onto their small tics and tell-tale signs when something isn’t right. atsumu becomes a complete asshole which makes sakusa lose his temper sooner than usual. meanwhile, bokuto and hinata become very fidgety, often causing a bit of chaos around them as clumsiness radiates off of them.

when the national team was announced, you were offered the job as the trainer’s assistant—all thanks to the jackals who recommended you to their superiors for said position. your pay-check might say you’re just iwaizumi’s assistant, but you’re basically there to cover the needs of the entire team—all of them.

“iwa-chan!”

your head snaps to the side as a good-looking man takes the last free seat next to iwaizumi.

“aren’t you supposed to be sitting with your team?” iwaizumi asks him, taking a bite of his food while waiting for an answer.

the unknown man huffs exaggeratedly, rolling his eyes as he too starts to eat, “thought you’d miss your best friend.”

“hanamaki isn’t here.”

the stranger opens his mouth to reply, clearly offended by iwizumi’s words, when he notices you peeping at him.

“oh? hi! i think we haven’t met,” he shoots you a charming smile, bringing out his remarkably handsome features, “oikawa tooru, it’s nice to meet you.”

you introduce yourself, bowing at him and focusing back on your food.

both friends start to discuss tomorrow’s events, which inevitably brings out iwaizumi’s concern for his players.

“they seem off,” he’s playing around with the food as he stares at the players sitting in the table in front of yours, “i don’t know if i should talk to them or let them be.”

he’s clearly concerned for them, you can see it in his eyes—the doubt, wondering if he has been doing a good job with the team.

“iwaizumi-san, i-i… perhaps i could aid them this time?”

his head snaps in your direction, a mix of surprise and worry taking over his face, “no way, that’d be too much for you.”

oikawa’s eyebrows scrunch up as he observes you two but says nothing, choosing to listen attentively at you trying to convince iwaizumi while the latter sighs and reminds you that it’s not just the jackals this time.

it takes a while for iwaizumi to accept your offer, pondering the pros and cons, but he ends up accepting it; for everyone’s sakes.

“i’m lost.”

oikawa’s words make your insides flare-up, looking down at your hands in order to avoid looking at him, his curious eyes switching between his best friend and you.

iwaizumi ignores him, standing up from his seat and walking to the table in front of you with you and oikawa watching closely. the team turns to look at him, waiting for him to speak since it’s obvious it has to be something important by the severe look on his face.

“seeing as some of you are clearly out of it, our assistant here has very kindly volunteered to help you guys for tonight.”

a few heads immediately perk up, looking at you with bright eyes once you answer their silent question with a smile.

“please, be good to her. i’ll be there supervising anyways, so don’t think of trying anything funny.”

“oikawa-san! you’re coming with us, right?” hinata looks expectantly at said male, excitement clear in the redhead’s eyes, “she’s the best!”

both iwaizumi and you freeze on the spot, gauging oikawa’s reaction who only looks more confused.

“you’re welcome to join us, if you so desire,” it’s you who’s offering it this time, surprising iwaizumi and earning a worried glance from him.

oikawa can’t deny he’s dying to know what everyone’s so excited about, and after thinking about it for a few more seconds, he has made up his mind.

“shall we go, then?”

—

“alright, ground rules.”

just a handful of the team sits in the room, the ones who know what’s happening waiting eagerly for the green light while the rest wonders what the fuss is about. as much as you want to help them all, it’d be impossible; which is why iwaizumi picked the ones he thought needed the morale boost the most.

with a nod in your direction, he lets you know you’re free to speak.

“the jackals already know this,” you say and atsumu snickers from his seat, winking at you as hinata and bokuto nod excitedly, “but i’m not too strict about the entire thing.”

you can feel the pairs of curious eyes burning holes in you—trying to decipher what’s going on. so, after taking a deep breath and getting an awkward, encouraging smile from iwaizumi, you start voicing out the rules.

“please, be patient. there are so many of you and only one of me. i promise you’ll get your turn,” you give atsumu a pointed look, and this time it's sakusa who snorts while the blond setter rolls his eyes, “which brings me to the next rule, no seconds.”

a hand raises in the air, making you advert your attention to its owner.

“i still don’t get what’s happening,” suna’s eyes narrow down at you, noticing the embarrassment and hesitation in your posture.

“don’t worry, suna. we’ll show ya.”

“shut it, miya.”

clearing up your throat, you smile coyly at the middle blocker, “it’ll make sense once i finish explaining, suna-san.”

he shrugs but stays quiet. taking into account the jackals’ reactions plus the cryptic rules, an idea has already formed in his mind. but it couldn’t be that. right?

“uh, again, only one round. all entrances are fine,” you pause, going through the rules in your head to see if there’s anything you might be forgetting, “oh! and you’ll be paired up in teams of three to make things faster.”

“one more thing,” iwaizumi speaks up, this time looking at you instead of the awaiting men, “don’t forget to let us know how you’re doing.”

two loud claps break the tense atmosphere, “well, we should get started then,” atsumu raises from his spot and walks towards you. his hands cradle your face between them and lift it so you can face him properly, “what do ya say, princess?”

his lips land on yours before you can reply to him, a small squeal getting stuck in your throat when his hands travel down your body until he’s squeezing your ass.

you’re too caught up in the kiss to notice the new presence looming behind you.

“i’ll take your pussy before anyone can taint it with their dick.”

sakusa’s words make you shudder. you break apart from atsumu’s mouth to turn around and face him, his dark eyes alluring and drawing you towards him.

“oi, newbie,” atsumu calls out to suna who scoffs in return, “c’mere and join us.”

meanwhile, sakusa guides you to the bed, making you sit on his lap as you wait for the other two to show up. once they do, atsumu immediately settles behind you while suna stands awkwardly at the foot of the bed. it’s hard for you to read his expression since you’re not too familiar with him, so you offer him a reassuring smile and pat the spot next to you.

the rest of the team watches from their seats as the four of you get started.

suna lifts your chin, his eyes staring down at you before leaning down and kissing the corner of your mouth. he trails down your neck until he reaches your chest, sucking on the skin gently before running his tongue over the delicate area. in the meantime, atsumu unbuttons your blouse, taking it off and playing with your breasts while sakusa busies himself with taking your pants off.

“i get the hype, now,” suna whispers in your ear, blowing air on it and then biting down on your earlobe, making the hairs of your body rise.

his lips capture yours in a slow kiss —savoring your taste— and one of his hands goes to the back of your neck to keep you in place. his teeth play with your bottom lip, biting it softly and pulling away, his hooded eyes calculating your reaction.

“don’t get too excited, suna,” atsumu says from his spot behind you, pinching your nipples between his fingers and prompting a whine to escape your lips, “you’ll only get her mouth.”

“mhm, is that so?” suna’s question is directed towards you rather than atsumu, tilting your chin up and smirking at the dazed look in your eyes, “can’t wait to see that pretty mouth bulging with my cock, then.”

his lewd words earn a few coughs and clearing throats from the rest, which he chooses to ignore when your hand cups his growing bulge.

“enough you two, let the poor woman have a bit of pleasure too,” sakusa’s dark eyes look at you questioningly, silently asking if you’re ready to continue.

in return, you cup his face with your free hand and kiss his cheek—knowing he wouldn’t appreciate a kiss on the mouth when you just finished making out with another man.

they finish getting you out of your clothes until your bare cunt is hovering over sakusa’s lap. he’s quick to undress and ease his cock into you, suna and atsumu observing as they get rid of their clothes as well.

“fuck,” sakusa groans in your ear, the position allowing you to hide your face in his neck and wrap your arms around his shoulders, “always so tight.”

“scoot over, i need to prep her ass.”

suna snorts at atsumu’s words, pumping his cock twice before kneeling on the mattress—right next to you. he pats your cheek with the swollen head, looking down at you with a faint smirk.

“open up.”

your eyes immediately focus on his length, your mouth watering at the sight. you open your mouth and stick your tongue out, looking up at him and observing as he rests the tip on your tongue.

“looking so pretty with a cock in your mouth,” he slowly slides in, guiding your head down until half of him is inside, “so warm.”

a cold liquid dribbles on your backside, making you flinch forward and causing suna’s cock to slide in even more.

“relax, baby. it’s just me,” atsumu rubs the liquid on your asshole, playing with it with his finger before finally sliding it in.

your muscles contract involuntarily, making sakusa groan as he keeps still inside your pussy, waiting for you to grow used to the multiple things going on around you.

“hurry up before i start fucking her.”

a second finger slides in and you moan around suna’s cock, spit running at the corners of your mouth which reminds you to swallow. you hollow your cheeks and retract your mouth until only the tip remains inside, running your tongue over the slit and making the middle blocker shudder.

“someone’s hungry,” he muses.

you hum around him, bobbing your head back and forth and pumping the rest of his length with one hand.

“i’m gonna try get in now, okay?” atsumu taps your ass with his cock, lining it up with your asshole and thrusting in. he watches as the head of his cock finally slips in, groaning when the familiar tightness engulfs him, “that’s it, baby. doin’ so good for me.”

you have to remove your mouth from suna’s cock to avoid biting down on him, the stretch slightly more painful than pleasurable which eventually leads to you tensing up even more.

“you gotta relax,” atsumu says under his breath, strained by the way you feel around his dick.

it takes you around a minute to calm down, taking deep breaths until you feel yourself loosen up and, with one last push, he’s finally inside.

“omi?” you say against his neck, “could you move a bit, please?”

said man grunts as he starts to move his hips, your slick helping his cock glide in, “color.”

it takes you a few seconds to understand what he meant.

“oh! uhh, green.”

atsumu’s thrusts are slow —testing the waters— since the last thing he wants is to get yelled at for being too rough, too soon. but you’re growing impatient, moving your hips backwards and trying to get more of him inside of you.

“m-more, ‘tsumu. i can take it,” you say and he immediately complies, his muscular thighs now slapping against your ass.

suna remains kneeling next to you, cock in his hand as he waits for you to bring your attention back to him. but he doesn’t have to wait too long, your hand wrapping around his cock and guiding it back into your mouth once you’ve set a steady pace with the other two men.

“thought you had forgotten about me.”

he pushes your hair out of your face, watching your lips wrap around his girth. it’s taking all of his willpower to not hold your head and fuck your face until you’re gagging around him, afraid it might be a big ‘no’ from you. and since it’s the first time he’s getting to experience this, he decides to take whatever’s given to him.

“you’re so wet,” sakusa points out as he looks down at where you two are connected, observing his cock slide in and out of your cunt, covered with your slick.

“‘course she is, she’s being stuffed by three cocks.”

“feels good…” your manage to say after releasing suna with a pop, pumping his shaft with your hand, “a-am i making you feel better?”

a hand lands on your ass, causing you to yelp and tighten your hold on suna’s cock.

“what do ya think, hm? we’re getting our dicks wet in none other but our slutty little assistant's holes,” atsumu plays with your ass, squeezing it and humming when the imprint of his hands appears on the soft flesh.

“mhm, quite the slut you are,” sakusa whispers in your ear, kissing your neck afterwards, “as long as i get to make a mess out of that cunt of yours before anyone else, i will always enjoy these little sessions of ours.”

your eyes land on suna, waiting for him to say his thoughts on the matter.

his gaze drops to your hand, covered in his pre-cum and your spit which sends a jolt to his cock, making it throb in your hand.

“can’t say i hate it.”

you smile at his words, recognizing the challenge hidden behind them. your mouth wraps around the flushed tip, eyes closing when both sakusa and atsumu thrust up into your holes at the same time. you try to keep your hand steady as you suck suna off, but the lewd grunts and moans coming from them, plus their cocks filling you so nicely make your rhythm falter every once in a while.

a hand starts toying with your clit, causing you to moan around suna’s cock. the vibrations make him shudder, scowling at himself when he realizes his orgasm is approaching faster than he expected.

“fuck, fuck– princess? do you mind if i cum inside?” atsumu grunts.

your muscles clench at the thought of being filled with his cum, imagining the thick liquid oozing out of your sensitive holes only to stuff it back in with your fingers.

“y-yes, ‘tsumu. cum inside me,” you pant as your hands squeeze suna’s cock, pumping it faster as you notice his hips jerking towards you. you turn your face to look at sakusa, who has his eyebrows drawn upwards and his mouth open slightly as he too feels overwhelmed by the pleasure, “omi, you can cum inside as well.”

and he doesn’t need to be told twice, his large hands holding you by your hips so he can thrust his cock into your drenched cunt faster.

moans and squelching noises echo around the room. atsumu picks up his pace as he feels his orgasm approaching, his deep grunts fanning over your neck and taking over your hearing. the drag of sakusa’s pubic bone against your clit has you cumming shortly after. your head rolls forward as both men keep thrusting in and out of you, only stopping once their cum fill your clenching holes.

“shit– look at me,” suna orders you, and you barely have time to process what’s happening.

his cum lands on your face, his hand helping you pump his throbbing cock as the ropes of cum cover your skin. he exhales heavily once he’s done, brushing the flushed head of his cock over your swollen lips, and smearing the white liquid around them.

it’s silent for a few seconds, save for the heavy breathing and pants coming from your mouths.

“holy shit,” oikawa’s voice breaks the silence. his cock strains almost painfully against his pants at the sight of what awaits him.

“yeah, holy shit,” atsumu laughs off, brushing his hair out of his face with one hand as he massages the flesh of your ass with the other, “ya never disappoint, princess.”

with a grunt, the blond setter removes his softening cock from you, his honey eyes —plus a few curious ones— observing the way his cum dribbles out from your stretched hole. the same thing happens with sakusa, who lifts your hips off of him, his cock falling on his stomach and the mix of your slick and his cum dripping down on his length.

atsumu’s fingers immediately go to your cunt, pumping the juices back into you, “god, you love this. don’t you, baby?”

all you can do is whine, your hands clenching the sheets until he removes his fingers from your sensitive pussy, and stuffs them inside your mouth.

“we all get a turn?” kageyama whispers not so discreetly to hinata, who only nods eagerly in return.

you lick atsumu’s fingers clean which earns you a radiant smile from him.

“here.”

suna has his arm outstretched, handing you a tissue so you can clean your face.

“thank you,” you take it from his hands as you climb off of sakusa’s lap.

you’re cleaning the residues of cum on your face when a hand falls on top of your head.

“drink some water before you start the next round,” sakusa’s dark eyes suddenly seem warmer and kinder to you, patting your head before disappearing into the bathroom.

after tossing the used tissue away, you turn to iwaizumi and give him a firm nod.

“who’s next?”

your dazzling smile has the rest of the men in awe, silently praying it’s them who get to feel your body with their hands next.

“bokuto,” the wing spiker’s immediately perks up at the sound of his name, “you, kageyama, and hakuba are next.”

the three men raise from their seats and make their way towards the bed—towards you.

“hey, bo,” you offer a loving smile to him, “you ready?”

his strong arms wrap around you, kissing your cheek loudly and making you giggle, “it feels as if i’ve been waiting forever. of course, i’m ready!”

meanwhile, kageyama and gao stand at the foot of the bed, waiting for any instructions or a signal from you that could tell them when to start. luckily, you’re quick to notice their hesitation.

”is there a particular place where you want to be?” you ask them, looking specifically at kageyama and gao, since you want to make sure they feel included.

“dibs on your mouth!”

you blush at bokuto’s enthusiasm but accept his request, stroking his cheek as you wait for the other two to answer.

“i’ll take whatever,” kageyama says and scratches the back of his neck.

“me too,” gao smiles and takes a few steps towards you, making bokuto move away from you. his large hand tucks one piece of your hair away, his eyes staring at yours before dropping to your lips, “although, i think i’d like it better if i had your pussy gripping my cock. wouldn’t you like that?”

he presses his front against yours, his erection poking at your belly which earns a small gasp from you. you have to stop yourself from taking a look at the tent in his sweatpants, trying to figure out how much of him there is hidden inside the fabric.

“o-okay.”

the middle blocker smiles at you before diving down to your lips. his hands grab your waist, lifting you up from the ground and making you wrap your legs around his torso. he gently places you down on the bed and kisses his way down your neck until his mouth is right above your erect nipple.

“hey! i want to kiss her too,” bokuto complains, “you can’t hog her like that.”

“s’okay bo, come here.”

he doesn’t have to be told twice, immediately climbing onto the bed and leaning down to kiss your lips.

you grab the back of his head and run your fingers through his soft hair, pulling on it gently which causes a groan to rumble in his chest.

a pair of hands slide over your legs, pushing them apart until your bare cunt is spread wide open for everyone to see.

“you’re dripping, babe,” gao murmurs over your nipple, giving it a light tug before flicking his tongue over it, “do you want my cock that badly?”

you can only moan and nod, your lips still busy with bokuto’s.

but there’s someone who still has yet to join you.

“tobio-chan, if you’re not going to do anything then let me take your place instead.”

oikawa’s words snap you out of your daze. you pat bokuto’s cheek signaling him to let go of you, and the same thing happens with gao as you try to sit up. your eyes fall on kageyama who stands at the same spot with a conflicted look and an obvious erection in his pants.

“hey,” you crawl your way towards him and sit on your knees, “are you uncomfortable?”

his mouth opens but nothing comes out of it. he can feel the weight of everyone’s stare on him, making him look away from you.

a few seconds pass and there’s still no answer.

“you don’t have to do this, you know?” you say in a small tone, slightly confused as to why he’s rejecting you, “i just thought… i could help you relax.”

he nods, still avoiding your gaze.

you take a look at iwaizumi –who looks as equally as puzzled as you– before looking back at the setter.

“do you want to leave?”

at this, his head finally snaps towards you, “no, i-” he pauses. his eyes are immediately drawn to your mouth, making him involuntarily wet his lips, “i want to stay.”

relief washes over you, a timid smile spreading on your lips which is quickly mirrored by him. you take his hand in yours and guide him to the other side of the bed, urging him to join the rest of you. there’s a hunger in his eyes that has your pussy dripping with your slick, a sigh leaving your lips when your back hits the pillows as you watch him take gao’s previous spot.

“kiss me, tobio.”

and he does. it starts slow, hesitant, but it soon turns desperate. his tongue strokes yours before sucking on it, spit coating your lips thanks to the messiness of the kiss. the strain of his cock inside his pants becomes too uncomfortable to his liking, causing him to start humping against you, trying to relieve himself.

noticing his predicament, you move your hand between your bodies and palm his hard-on. he groans against your lips, his hips jerking forward seeking more of your touch.

in the meantime, both bokuto and gao pump their cocks with their hands, having taken their clothes off while you talked to kageyama.

gao squeezes the head of his cock between his hands, pre-cum oozing from the slit as he imagines the way your cunt is going to grip him, “babe, you’re making us suffer.”

“get in line!”

“atsumu, shut the fuck up.”

“baby?” bokuto asks from where he stands, his own cock stiff and ready to be inside your mouth, “we don’t mean to be pushy, but do you think you could get to us soon?”

“bokuto-san, you’re going to break a rule!” hinata says, clearly concerned for his teammate, “be patient, remember?”

the rest of the team laughs and you can’t help but join them.

at this, bokuto pouts playfully at you, “you’re just teasing me, baby.”

“then come here,” you gasp when kageyama’s mouth sucks at the base of your neck, “y-you wanted my mouth, right?”

bokuto kneels next to your face, patting the leaking tip on your lips.

“i’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours and you’re going to take it like a good girl,” he says, his tone leaving no room for questions, “open.”

you comply immediately, lolling out your tongue and waiting for him to rest his heavy cock on top of it.

the lewd sight in front of him makes bokuto shudder. his hands grasp your head, pushing you down his length until he feels your throat constricting around him.

“fuck– baby,” he grunts and gives a shallow thrust, “i know you can do better than that.”

you try to relax your jaw so you can fit more of him inside of your mouth. but as you are about to graze your nose against his pubic bone, a finger runs between your folds causing you to flinch.

“i’m still here.”

gao’s tone sounds stern, even if a playful smile tugs his lips upwards, you can see the seriousness swirling in his eyes.

kageyama sighs and leaves your side, stepping away momentarily to take his pants off.

the middle blocker takes it as his chance to settle between your legs as bokuto keeps your mouth busy.

“you’re drenched, sweetheart,” he muses, running his digits over your slit, “don’t worry, i’ll fill this pussy with my cock so well that you’ll be cumming in no time.”

your eyes travel to his shaft, watching as he pumps it twice before running it between your folds. your brows furrow when you notice how heavy it feels, making you wonder if it will fit in.

he lines himself up with your hole, pushing the head inside which is enough to have you whining around bokuto’s cock.

“you look so sexy,” bokuto groans, pushing your head away from him and watching your spit run down your mouth. he looks at kageyama who stands awkwardly with his cock in hand, “i guess we’re sharing her mouth.”

the setter’s eyes widen slightly before nodding, mimicking bokuto’s position and nudging his cock on your lips, “suck.”

your breath hitches at his order, caught off guard by his demanding tone. you grab his cock from the base and guide it into your mouth, pumping bokuto’s length with your other hand. you hum around kageyama, running your tongue over the head of his cock before hollowing your cheeks and sucking harshly on it.

but your attention on them doesn’t last too long, the sudden feel of your pussy getting split open by gao’s cock taking it away.

“so tight,” he grunts, one of his hands running over the skin of your inner thigh until he reaches your soaking cunt. he pulls your folds apart, watching you struggle to take his cock inside you—no matter how wet you are, “i bet those jackals haven’t been fucking you like you deserve.”

“oi!” “not true!”

you free your mouth from kageyama and use both hands to pump his and bokuto’s cock, “s-so big, ugh-”

gao pushes more of him in, half of his cock already inserted in you. but he’s just so thick, so big, that you can’t help but clamp down your walls around him. his thumb starts rubbing circles on your clit, trying to relax your walls, as his other hand settles on your abdomen.

“you’re going to be so full of my cock that you’ll be able to see it,” he gives a gentle pat to your belly, “right here.”

your grip on the other two men tightens as gao finally bottoms out, a whine breaking through your lips at the stretch.

“if only you could see yourself,” his thrusts are lazy, mesmerized by the way your belly bulges when he pushes his cock inside you, “so fucking sexy with my fat cock inside your cunt.”

your lips wrap around the tip of bokuto’s cock once more, closing your eyes as pleasure clouds your head. he thrusts in, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag.

“good girl,” bokuto exhales, “taking my cock so well.”

you quicken the pace of your other hand, looking at kageyama as you obscenely suck bokuto.

the setter’s eyes refuse to leave yours, “who would’ve thought our assistant could be so naughty.”

“as if you’re complaining,” gao says, lifting your leg over his shoulder. the new angle allowing him to press his hips closer to yours.

“i never said i was.”

bokuto curses under his breath when you start sucking his balls, pumping the rest of his length with your hand and squeezing the head of kageyama’s cock with the other.

“you’re going to make me cum,” bokuto groans.

giggling, you lick your way up and run your tongue over the slit, “cum in my mouth.”

the sound of collective groans echoes in the room, a fair amount of players finding your words arousing.

“what a slut, let’s see if you keep talking when you’re covered in our cum.”

gao’s threat goes straight to your pussy, making you cream around his girth. the pace of his thumb on your clit quickens once he notices your walls spasming around him.

“ngh, fuck!” you’re breathing heavily by now, barely managing to keep the pace of your hands consistent, “i-i’m gonna… i’m gonna cum.”

“let go, baby.”

one of gao’s hands travels up your body until he’s pinching your nipple between his fingers.

“shit, shit, shit,” you’re thrashing underneath him, your cunt fluttering around his cock thanks to your orgasm.

kageyama’s way too focused on the way your face contorts in pleasure to notice how his hips have started to jerk faster. that is until the familiar coil suddenly snaps and his cum lands on your chin and part of your chest.

“h-how did you get even tighter- hah!”

warm spurts of cum fill your cunt, the sense of fullness intensifying as gao frees his load inside of you.

“i’m cumming, baby. fuck, fuck–” bokuto chants your name as he too reaches his orgasm, quickly shoving his cock into your mouth and releasing his thick cum inside of it.

you make sure to keep sucking him, milking his cock dry. once you remove your mouth from him, you bring his and kageyama’s cock closer to your face and pucker your lips, letting the mix of cum and spit fall on their cocks before giving a few kitten licks to the flushed heads.

gao starts to remove his cock from your insides, cursing at the state of your pussy once he’s finally out.

“holy fuck, she’s tightening around nothing.”

you let out a low moan when his fingers spread your lower lips, “t-too sensitive.”

“i think that’s enough,” iwaizumi intervenes, pushing him away, “color?”

“yellow,” but you continue as soon as you see his face become stern, “relax, i just need to calm down a bit.”

kageyama offers you a towel before awkwardly thanking you for your help. and after receiving a kiss on the forehead from bokuto, the three of them leave to go clean themselves.

“iwa-chan, why don’t you give her a massage?”

you let your body fall on the mattress, extending your arms above your head and moaning at the stretch.

“mm, that’d be nice.”

iwaizumi rolls his eyes playfully when he sees you pouting at him, “get on your stomach, i’ll be right back.”

in the meantime, oikawa and hinata take the spots next to you, eager to finally have their turn with you.

“you’re so pretty,” oikawa runs his hands over the skin of your shoulders, “those idiots are lucky to have you.”

your eyes start closing up, focusing on the feel of his fingers on your skin and making goosebumps appear all over your body.

“shoyo, we should help her relax too. don’t you think?”

you catch the suggestive tone in his voice, but his touch feels so good that you choose to ignore it.

both men start caressing your body, hinata’s hands paying special attention to your shoulders while oikawa pets your hair, murmuring sweet nothings.

“you ready?” iwaizumi pops back into the room, a bottle of oil and a clean towel in his hands.

“mhm.”

the towel rests on your ass, iwaizumi’s warm hands spreading the oil on your back and rubbing at the sore muscles.

“does that feel good, princess?” oikawa asks when he hears you sigh. you are about to reply when iwaizumi hits a sore spot, a groan slipping past your lips and making the setter chuckle, “can you tell me your color now?”

“green.”

oikawa looks at iwaizumi and both men seem to communicate through their eyes, the latter smirking before going back to work.

at first, you don’t pay too much attention to his movements, choosing to focus on the pleasure. but then you notice how his hands seem to ghost lower and lower until he’s kneading your ass, the towel long forgotten.

before you can comment on it, he moves them to your thighs, massaging the soft flesh. it all goes back to normal –or so you think– until his hands reach higher and his digits start grazing your slit.

“hajime…”

“shh,” oikawa coos in your ear, pushing your hair out of your face and kissing your temple, “let him take care of you.”

iwaizumi inserts one finger inside your pussy, curling it until he’s teasing the spongy walls.

whines escape your mouth, your hands gripping the bedsheets which are quickly replaced by hinata’s hands.

“so cute.”

another finger slips in and makes you open your eyes, looking at oikawa helplessly, “o-oikawa-san-”

“tooru,” he interrupts you.

“tooru,” you try his name and he hums, letting you know he’s listening, “could you… uh, k-kiss me?”

“of course, princess.”

he leans down to capture your lips, swallowing your moans when iwaizumi curls both fingers and massages your spot.

you open your legs, allowing iwaizumi to finger you better as you rut your hips on the mattress, rubbing your clit against the fabric of the sheets and chasing after your orgasm.

“iwa– faster, please.”

he complies immediately, causing wetness to gush out of your cunt and making the distinctive squelching sounds fill the room.

“i’m gonna– ah! i’m c-cumming!”

“cum for me,” he encourages you, and that’s all you need.

you gush around his fingers, your slick coating them as you squirm under the gaze of the three men.

hinata tugs at your hand, pulling you underneath him and kissing you sloppily. you gasp on his mouth, caught off guard by the sudden movement but quickly melting into the kiss.

he blushes once he pulls away, “s-sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

“it’s okay, shoyo,” you breathe out, caressing his cheek, “want me to help you?”

he beams at your offer, nodding eagerly as he watches you climb on top of him. you straddle his hips and run your cunt over his cock, shivering when his length grazes your clit.

“do you want me to ride you?” you whisper, playing with his hair.

“wait- i think i have a better idea.”

hinata lifts you from his lap and moves until he’s sitting on the edge of the mattress. he pushes your hips with his hands, turning you around so you’re facing away from him.

“you can sit on my lap now.”

your ass rests right on top of his cock, but he hooks his arms on your knees, spreading you open, as he lets himself fall back on the mattress.

“what are you–”

“oikawa-san, doesn’t this remind you of something?”

said man laughs, “how could i forget? we had quite some fun back in brazil, huh?”

you’re visibly confused, looking at oikawa with furrowed brows, “what do you want to do?”

“say, princess,” his tone suddenly sounds too sweet for your liking, “have you ever had two cocks in one hole?”

your eyes widen, looking back and forth between oikawa and iwaizumi—who has ridden himself of his clothes and sits next to you, his thick cock in his hand.

“i’ll take that as a no.”

“can we do that?” hinata asks from behind you, his breath fanning on your ear, “we’ll be gentle.”

“there’s literally another free hole for you to use!” someone yells, clearly annoyed they didn’t get the chance to do it.

oikawa clicks his tongue, “where’s the fun in that?”

after taking a minute to think it through, you agree to their offer, “okay… uh- iwa?” you turn to look at him, “what about you?”

seeing as there’s no room for him to take your ass, his eyes land on your mouth. and with two taps of his finger on your cheek, he lets you know his decision.

“think you can suck me off?”

they’re all given the green light when you answer his question. hinata raises you from his lap, aligning his cock with your entrance before letting your weight fall on top of it. you groan at the familiar thickness stretching you nicely, missing the flash of hunger in the setter’s eyes.

“my turn.”

oikawa presses the tip on your entrance, pushing forward and making room for his own cock.

the burn of having two cocks in one hole is new to you, but it’s surprisingly more pleasurable than you thought it’d be. you lift your eyes to look at oikawa, his gaze already locked on you, and you feel your pussy cream around their cocks at the lust in his eyes.

“enjoying yourself, princess?”

you moan when he bottoms out, watching the muscles of his abdomen contract and feeling his cock pulsing inside of you.

the thrill of being stretched by two cocks, at the same time, has your head spinning; your thoughts becoming lewd as you picture both men cumming inside you and globs of cum dripping from your abused hole.

“oikawa-san, did you feel that?” hinata asks. half-amused, half excited, “she’s squeezing us so well.”

“naughty, princess,” the setter grunts, “don’t forget about iwa-chan.”

you turn your head to face him, catching the irritated look he sends oikawa before looking down at you.

iwaizumi’s eyes immediately soften, but a smirk slowly tugs at the corners of his lips, “you seem busy.”

“there’s always room for japan’s national team athletic trainer.”

he can’t help but laugh, shaking his head at the silly title. he raises from his seat and settles himself above you, his cock hovering on your face and making your mouth water.

“whenever you’re ready.”

you don’t need to be told twice. grasping his thick cock with your hand, you lean forward and flick your tongue on the head, looking at him through your lashes with faux innocence.

“start moving,” iwaizumi hisses, the words directed at the other two men, “seems like she needs a little reminder of who’s in charge right now.”

oikawa and hinata look at each other with smirks on their lips. as hinata said earlier, they’ve been in this position before, so there’s no need for words between them since they both know what’s coming next.

hinata moves his head slightly to the side, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder and, at the same time, granting him the view of your cunt being filled with their cocks.

“look at her, oikawa-san” his eyes are locked on your pussy, captivated by the way you suck them in, “she looks so pretty with two cocks splitting her open.”

hinata’s lewd words prompt you to involuntarily moan, the vibrations landing on iwaizumi’s cock.

“hmm, you like it when you’re reduced to nothing but a slut. don’t you?”

you blink up at iwaizumi as you keep bobbing your head up and down his shaft, opting to hum to let him know you’re not ignoring him.

but his words catch someone else’s attention.

“is that true?” oikawa asks, amusement clear in his voice, “you like being reminded you’re a whore? how much of a greedy slut you are by fucking an entire volleyball team?”

you’re speechless, his words –matched with his and hinata’s harsh thrusts– causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head.

“answer me.”

oikawa’s hand wraps around your throat, barely applying any pleasure but it’s enough to send your mind into a frenzy.

after releasing iwaizumi’s cock from your mouth, you take a second to swallow down your spit before answering him.

“y-yes, tooru. i like being treated like a slut.”

his eyes sparkle with mischief, pleased by your words.

“good, because that’s how you’re going to be treated from now on.”

a hand travels to your throbbing clit, rubbing circles on the sensitive nub.

“s-shoyo!”

“shh, it’ll make you feel good.”

something wet slaps against your cheek, “don’t get distracted.”

you nod and go back to sucking iwaizumi off, moaning every time hinata or oikawa hit a spot inside your cunt. you dare take a look at where your body connects with both men, and you catch yourself becoming entranced by the way their cocks slide in and out of your pussy so easily.

you are familiar with hinata’s cock, but it’s nice to see the contrast between the two of them. while hinata’s length is thick and veiny, oikawa’s leans towards the slimmer side—but still with a considerable length. either way, both men manage to hit those sweet spots inside you and make you see stars.

“shit– princess,” oikawa falters a bit when he feels your walls fluttering around him.

“we can cum inside you, right?” hinata asks, sensing his orgasm approaching. after all, he had been waiting for his turn for around an hour.

you pull away from iwaizumi, a string of spit connecting your lips with his cock and causing it to twitch at the sight.

“you can cum wherever you want.”

“oh? the team’s cocksleeve,” oikawa adds, “i see.”

iwaizumi chuckles, combing your hair out of your face and pushing his cock back into the warmth of your mouth, “you like that nickname, sweetheart?”

with his length still in your mouth, you manage to hum in affirmation.

hinata’s pace on your clit quickens as his hips jerk faster, your cunt squeezing their cocks even more in return, “i’m cumming, ah– i-i’m gonna cum!”

he manages to say before you feel him twitch inside you, pumping his cum into your walls. the fullness plus his rapid movements on your clit cause the familiar warmth to take over your body. but it’s your fourth orgasm of the night, and before you can warn anyone, liquid spurts out of your cunt.

you squirm on top of hinata, gushing around his and oikawa’s cock while your mouth remains occupied with iwaizumi’s.

“holy shit.”

both oikawa and iwaizumi cum at the sight of you squirting before them, observing the wetness soaking oikawa’s abdomen and running all the way down onto the bedsheets. they groan as they feel their load releasing into you, oikawa filling your tender cunt while iwaizumi fills your mouth.

you try to swallow a bit of iwaizumi’s cum but it’s useless. your chest heaves in exhaustion, your eyes closing involuntarily as you’re being hit with wave after wave of fatigue.

“hey,” oikawa winces when he removes his cock from you. he shoots a worried glance at iwaizumi before he’s leaning forward so he can take a closer look at you, “princess? how are you feeling?”

iwaizumi nudges hinata with his knee, wordlessly telling him to let go of you.

the following moments become a foggy mess, your mind barely registering the pair of arms wrapping around you and carrying you somewhere else.

all you can feel is tiredness, and the dampness between your thighs, before you finally pass out.

—

consciousness slowly makes its way to you, replacing the sleepiness and making you aware of your surroundings as a familiar soreness sits heavy on your body.

in an instant, flashbacks from the previous night run through your mind.

you grip the duvet and push it away from you, only to notice the set of clothes you’re wearing: an oversized hoodie and a pair of sweatpants that clearly don’t belong to you. but you don’t have time to dwell on it, the sound of your ringtone blasting all over the room and making you scramble around the bed so you can answer the call.

but it’s of no use when it goes to voicemail—you were a bit too late.

when you manage to find your phone, you tap on the screen to see whose call you just missed.

‘hajime’

your fingertips hover on the contact name, debating between returning the call or wait for him to call you again. but a few notifications pop up at the top of the screen signaling you have three text messages from him.

hey, i guess you’re still asleep. don’t freak out when you wake up, you deserve the rest so it’s okay if you stay in bed. i left your breakfast on the nightstand and you can always call me if you need anything else.

and i thought you’d like to see this.

there’s a link attached at the end of the message.

you click on it and wait for the page to load, tapping your nails on the back of your phone anxiously. a headline in big bold letters takes over the screen and you have to stop yourself from squealing.

‘japan men’s volleyball team makes it past the first round.’

you start scrolling down the article, reading how spectacular the match was and how the entire team seemed to be in their best shape. you feel your face heat up when you read the argentinian team won their match too, with multiple comments praising oikawa’s performance.

with a smile on your lips, you go back to your messages to type a quick reply to iwaizumi. only to notice you have one more text from him.

it’s our turn to take care of you.

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