#haikyuu drabble

[taones]

tw - flirting, good girl x bad boy, school setting but they are vv much 18+, suggestive, swearing

“How’s my favourite girl today?”

Your best friend tensed up from her seat in front of you. She had chosen to hide out in the stuffy school library to avoid exactly this. She had never been a huge fan of him, but his recent attempts to catch your attention had been grating on her nerves. The boy seemed obsessed with you, following you into the cafeteria and hanging around in the shop you frequented on your way home. Nothing but bad news followed him, and she needed to keep him away from her friend. You were a good student, perfect attendance and good grades - the last thing you needed was someone like him bringing you down. 

“Fuck off, she doesn’t want to talk to you” she huffed at the man, “you’re not her type”

He chuckled, placing a hand on the back of your chair. Goosebumps travelled up your body. The musky scent of his aftershave permeated the air around you, settling in your lungs like a cloud. If you could bask in that scent forever you would. The top three buttons of his shirt were undone, tie loosely hung around it. Thin fabric did little to hide the muscle definition of his chest, slight but still very visible to you. And you couldn’t help but peer through the gap. His tan skin contrasted the crumpled white shirt beautifully. You felt your mouth go dry. 

“Hmm, I’m not too sure about that one” his voice rang out.

“She seems very interested”

You jumped slightly as his face was far closer to you than you realised. If you were to turn your head slightly, your noses would be just touching. A warm flush flooding your body. You gnawed at your fingernail, peering up at the man next to you through your eyelashes. He dropped his eyelid down in a quick wink and set his sights back on your fuming friend. 

“Why won’t you just leave us alone? She’s trying to study”

He tutted.

Next thing you knew the pressure of a wide hand was resting on your shoulder - making you freeze on your seat. The feeling of his warm, calloused palm on your shoulder did nothing to cool your feverish body and you tried desperately not to gasp. In through your nose, out through your mouth, you tried to remind yourself. You couldn’t let him fluster you - then he would be winning. 

A warm chuckle sounded from above you. The palm on your shoulder travelled towards your face, lithe fingers gripping your chin gently. He curled his index finger and dragged the knuckle up the soft skin of your throat. It was like you were frozen in place but your body was squirming under your uniform. His actions left you breathless and you couldn’t help but feel he knew exactly what he was doing to you. If the way his eyes trailed up your legs, thighs clenched together under your skirt, was any indication. Soft lips stretched into a smirk. 

Leaning forward once again, his eyes met yours under a piercing gaze. He let out a teasing coo in your direction. 

“Oh I'm sorry pretty girl, did I scare you?”

- ATSUMU, tsukki, oikawa, SUNA, tanaka (hear me out), kuroo, gojo, KOJIRO, adam, bakugou, SHINSOU, dabi

[yuquinzel]

atsumu who goes above and beyond to impress you, his crush and classmate of four years, in all definitions of “impress.”

honestly how the fuck isn't it obvious to you by now, he might as well be walking around with “i like y/n” tattooed on his forehead.

you mention you like guys that can cook once and holy fuck atsumu who still doesn't know how to use the microwave without quite literally burning the food, who's never chopped onions before without ending up with enough cuts to bandage his whole hand— that atsumu practices for weeks and stays up till 2 am to prepare for the lunch he'll make for himself, because osamu said said no and then because you bring homemade lunch to stay and eat in class with your friends— he'll casually just plop down on the seat next to you, his friends will then very obviously willingly talk loudly about his lunch and he'll just throw in a, “yeah, made it maself, 'm a solid chef, who do ya think taught 'samu?”

okay if that didn't get your attention, no worries, what are his friends there for?

if atsumu gets lucky in a day and catches you chatting away with your friends in the hallway, then he instructs his friends to walk past you, hover in the corner, just within your earshot— “'kay, so when we pass her by, ya gotta speak ma name real loud, loud enough so she can hear it, but don't annoy her”

and so for the time you stand there, trying to hold a conversation with your friends, all your mind can really focus on is the, “atsumu was so fucking good in practice today, if we're gonna win, then it'll be all him”

and then you hear the subject of the conversation speak, “nah, we're a team, every time we win, it's all thanks ta you guys,” because you also mentioned you like modest, humble guys.

god forbid the days you're absent in class.

atsumu who's sulking all day, doesn't know what the fuck is going on in classes, he's half in and half not in every conversation, even his passes are sloppy and weak. to the point osamu and suna are concerned, well, in their own ways, “are ya constipated or something, yer missin’ your spikes and yer passes as clumsy,” osamu says off-handedly.

“i heard y/n didn't come today, i think her friends said she's sick.” suna chips in, and atsumu shrinks in his spot like a grumpy cat.

“i already know that, wouldn't have come today if i knew she wasn't comin’.”

“you'd miss practice then.”

“don't care, don't talk to me, don't wanna do anything, what's the point.”

“down fucking bad,” suna muses, and atsumu glares at him.

atsumu's day is ruined and his disappointment is immeasurable. why did you get sick? how could you get sick? now he's worried and half of himself and his passes are shit and god, he wants to see you. he feels like he could die.

then when you finally show up the next day after what felt like eternity to atsumu, you find on your desk a pile of snacks with a little note— banana milk, everyone knows it's your favourite, the bar of chocolate they only sell down the convenience store near the school, the glazed donuts that you're always eating in class, and a lot of bubblegums that only one person in class knows you like— atsumu's handwriting is rushed and barely comprehensive but you know it by heart because he doesn't know you saw him slip the note you found in your locker this morning, and countless other mornings—

“i hope you smile because of this”

atsumu as a secret admirer is... not so secret because he's still unaware that you see him every morning, and let him giggle to himself as he slips the notes and the strips of bubblegums in your locker— you don't even like that flavor.

but he gave them, so you think they might just be your favourite.

then again, maybe atsumu doesn't want to be a secret admirer.

atsumu has a crush on you and you know that— he's very obvious. but he's also very dense and doesn't realise that everyone besides him can see you like him too. he doesn't know the only reason you bring homemade lunch is because he had started to eat lunch in class with his friends. you stand in the hallways with your friends pretending to talk so that when atsumu's walking past you, his friends will practically yell his name and you'll see him blushing shyly. he still doesn't know you come to his every match, cheering for him and scream with joy at every one of his scores.

atsumu makes it obvious he has a crush on you but is stupidly dense that you reciprocate all the same :'))))

© yuquinzel 2024 [ plagiarism is a violation of moral rights ! ]

POSTING BECAUSE WHY TF NOT HUH HUHHHHHHHHH

@kyoghurts hi bbg

[jardanikos]

[tetsvya]

blanket hog, kuroo tetsuro

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  kuroo tetsuro is a blanket hog, plain and simple.

➼ pairing! timeskip!kuroo tetsuro x gn!reader

➼ warnings! none, this is pure fluff

➼ word count! 1.1k

➼ author’s note! erhm, hello! found this half-written piece i wrote last summer and finished it up. enjoy :p

"Tetsu," You hum out softly, pointer finger jabbing into the meat of said man's arm for the umpteenth time. As expected, Kuroo doesn't so much as move a muscle. Huffing quietly, you lean back onto your calves, knees digging further into your side of the mattress that you share with the insufferable man who currently lies with his back towards you. Eyes moving past him to get a glance at the alarm clock on his bedside table, you realize that after having completed your night routine and spending a good ten minutes attempting to wake up your boyfriend, a new day has begun, and god, are you tired. So despite knowing it's most likely futile, you give one last call of your boyfriend's name. He remains asleep, or what you personally believe to be a pretense of sleep. And normally, you'd simply leave him to his own devices. But there was one issue.

He's hogging the entire comforter. And the room is freezing.

But you also know what he's doing. Kuroo has always been a provocative man, living for the thrill of riling up others - dishing out teasing remarks and displaying mischievous behavior. And you have a suspicious inkling that this is most likely your "payback" for not coming to bed earlier with him when he had asked you to, instead opting to tell him you'd join him later. He had insisted on you coming with him, but all you could do was offer him a chaste kiss on the cheek before bidding him a good night. And so he went, sulking all the way. However, you really couldn't be blamed. You had been sent home with a ridiculous amount of paperwork, and since it was your Friday, you had wanted to knock it all out tonight so that you didn't have to fret about it on your days off from work.

Still, in Kuroo's deluded mind, it was probably considered an unforgivable betrayal.

Thus, this was him "getting back" at you. But unfortunately for your boyfriend, you are anything but compliant. So instead of playing into his antics, you kick your legs out from under you, so that you're no longer sitting on your knees, before settling back into your spot of the bed, albeit a bit further from Tetsurou than normal. And instead of trying to tug the blanket out of his hold, you merely curl up into a ball, bringing your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms around them in an exaggerated attempt at conserving your body heat.

Because you know your boyfriend. And you've been with him long enough to know that he can never keep up with his antics for too long, especially not at the expense of you. The sight of you, cold and curled up in the bed, would surely be one to tug on his heartstrings. The thought alone makes a smile curl onto your face, and it widens even more so when you feel just the slightest shift of movement coming from the other side of the bed.

You knew that little shit wasn't sleeping.

Still, you refuse to acknowledge him. Instead, you remain curled into yourself, deciding it's your turn to feign sleep. Eyes fluttering shut, you school your features into a passive one. Moments pass in silence, and in all honesty, as each one ticks by, you find that you could probably slip into true slumber at any second, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up to you and settling deep into your bones. Blanket and Kuroo be damned.

Just before your body fully gives way to its fatigue, arms are suddenly slithering around your waist and gently pulling you back, until your back is pulled flush against Kuroo's chest. A wave of warmth rushes over you when you feel the plush material of the comforter you share with your boyfriend being draped over your body, along with the combined warmth of his body heat. As a result, your limbs slowly retract from your body, legs and arms straightening out as you practically melt into the warmth that's now engulfing you. You nearly miss the quiet huff of air that comes from behind you as your body grows more lax. But your ears pick up on it, and the smile that has been playing at your lips since you first felt Kuroo's touch on your skin grows tenfold. 

He couldn't even last two minutes.

"You're so mean," Tetsurou's sleep-ridden voice vibrates against the shell of your ear, soft lips brushing against the skin there with each word being spoken. You won't admit it but the soft touches have you melting back against his chest.

"Says the one who was going to just leave me out in the cold."

A huff slips past Kuroo's lips, but still, his arms tighten around your waist.

"You deserved it," Came Kuroo's childish retort and you can practically hear the pout on his lips as he speaks.

An incredulous laugh slips past your lips, and you twist in his hold so that you can meet your boyfriend's gaze. He's pulled you so close to him that your nose nearly bumps against his when you resettle, and just like you predicted, his lips are turned down into a small pout.

"And why exactly do I deserve it, pray tell?"

"You wouldn't come to bed with me." His pout deepens, and you have to bite down on your lip to stop the laughter that is bubbling in your throat and threatens to slip past them.

"Aw, my poor baby." You coo instead, fingers reaching out to give his cheek a pinching little tug. He's quick to swat your hand away but he doesn't let you pull away, instead threading his fingers through yours and letting your conjoined hands fall against his chest. The action has your teasing tone slipping away, and a more sincere gaze replacing your prior mischievous one as you peer up at your boyfriend. It's not hard to notice the small bags he has forming under his eyes, faint hues of blue and purple beneath them acting as a testament to his own demanding workload and exhaustion. Frowning slightly, you reach out with your free hand to push some of the hair off his forehead, touch featherlight and gentle as you take him in, "Well, I'm here now."

"Yeah, well, it's too late." Kuroo huffs out, as if he's not currently entangling his legs with yours and tugging you even closer to his body, free hand guiding your head to rest in the crook of his neck.

"Oh, yeah." You roll your eyes in response, but there's a content smile playing at your lips as you feel the soft kiss he presses to your forehead, "Definitely too late."

[kawoala]

⁝ USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI 𝜗𝜚 long practices 𝜗𝜚

ᰔ wc ; 354

ᰔ content warning ; headcanon 、 established relationship 、 sleepy toshi 、 semi-professional volleyball player ushijima.

oh, nothing, just bf!ushijima who, as a semi-professional volleyball player, has extremely hard practices that go on for hours and hours. when he’s in the gym, time loses all meaning. hours pass and they feel like minutes; ushijima could stay on the court all night.

but he’s happy when it’s time to leave. happy because, now, he has you to come home to. you sitting on the couch reading a book, laying in your shared bed taking a nap, doing miscellaneous chores. he’s just happy to see you, really.

his favorite place to find you is the bedroom, though. you’re sitting with your back leaned against the wall, reading glasses perched on your nose, eyes scanning the page in front of you.

you look up at the creaking of the door and smile when your gaze lands on your loving boyfriend. you greet him quietly, putting your bookmark to use and setting your book to the side. your arms instinctively open, an invitation to come lay on you.

and of course he takes it. why wouldn’t he? being in your arms is the most comfortable place he’s ever been. his duffle drops to the floor and he makes it to the bed in two strides.

all 200 pounds of his six foot three frame flops down on you and, for a moment, you think you see your life flash before your eyes. his nestles his head into the crook of your neck, wrapping his strong arms around your waist.

“hello, toshi,” you greet, hand carding through his hair. he hums back at you and you see that his eyes are already shut. “long practice, hm?”

you very faintly feel him nod against you, so you sigh happily, continuing your ministrations in his hair. “tell me about your day,” he mumbles, barely audible.

you look down at him for a moment. “are you sure?” he nods again, so you tell him. you tell him how your presentation in your art history class went, you tell him how almost spilled coffee all over yourself, and by the time you get to what you had for lunch, his breathing has evened out and he’s dead asleep.

again, you smile softly. your hands never stop playing with his hair and you continue talking - because he once told you that he’s always listening, even when he’s asleep.

[quirrrky]

—•✦ THE BOY IS MINE

OIKAWA, KUROO, BOKUTO showing you that he belongs to you and you to him

≡ NOTES ⋮ I'M BACCKKK! and I'm super excited, can;t wait to fangirl w/ y'all! I'm gonna cri 😭 I miss my boys sm T^T bokuto's made me giddy and kuroo's got me smiling like shit...don't get me started with oikawa!

OIKAWA

You were on the sidelines watching the man you adored so much being adored by so many other girls. No lies, some of them were prettier than you, you’d think. They could be a good match for your boyfriend.  

Still, you didn’t bother. Tooru always assured you of your worth and how perfect you were for him in every sense––the most beautiful in his eyes.  

Tooru delivered an impactful serve, and the crowd cheered including the other girls beside you. Even from afar, he sent you a smile with a matching flirty wink. The girls squealed with so much giddiness, probably thinking it was for them.

He cast another glance at you, which you returned primly.  

You were always his number one fan. You might not be on par with him when it came to Volleyball, but you didn’t mind being his cheerleader, his anchor and the source of his strength whenever he’d feel inadequate.  

You were secured and not moved by how many fangirls he had until now. The reporter pulled Tooru to the side together with a known female Volleyball player who’s around the same age as him.  

The two of them were the top players of their teams–the most competent. The reporter and everybody else simply admired seeing the both of them side by side.  

“Oh! They look so good together!” You heard those around you murmured.  

“Maybe they’re dating...” The others speculated. 

A bitter sting gnawed inside you. The image of Tooru happily playing Volleyball with a partner who could really challenge him head-to-head was making it difficult for you to breathe.  

You were lost in your thoughts when you suddenly felt a hand around your wrist, gently dragging you somewhere.  

T-Tooru?  

He brought you by his side and laced his arm firmly around you. 

“Practice and perseverance are totally the keys in winning but for me it’s not just that,” Tooru responded to the reporter. “We all need a lucky charm, I tell you.” He pulled you closer to him, shifting his gaze to lovingly study your face, saying, “And I got mine right here.”  

You blushed, feeling the heat crawling all over your face. The crowd squealed and hollered yet they didn’t matter in that moment.  

The reporter ended the interview with lighthearted teasing directed at you and Tooru, prompting the start of the last match.  

“How ‘bout a good luck kiss, huh?” He teased.  

“W-What’re y-” You weren’t even able to finish as he already placed a sweet peck on your lips. “Tooru!” You complained when he parted, and he replied by playfully sticking his tongue out.  

Your fingers travelled your lips. Perhaps, you’ve got nothing to worry about after all.  

KUROO

It’s a big day for you and your boyfriend. It would be the first time he’d be giving a welcome remarks to open his institution’s black-tie event. You were even proud to be the one who did his speech.  

As his extra special plus one, he never left your side with both of you just keeping things, hands to yourself, acting as a professional and sober couple. 

However, you were bothered to say the least. You always knew that you had a fine boyfriend. He looked straight out of a novel after all. Tall, handsome and with a good suit to complete the look.  

Tetsurou seemed like every billionaire bad boy in the books you’d encounter in bookstores’ new adult section. It’s no wonder that the girls in his company party all had their eyes on him like he’s a piece of hunky meat they’d jump on at any moment. 

Deep inside, you’d want to be swallowed by the universe below. You were never insecure about your looks, well, maybe sometimes you were like right now! Were you not even pretty enough for them to keep their attraction to themselves? Were you not playing the eye candy part so well?  

Do you even look good beside him? 

Black dress, pretty face and hypnotic smile all amplified by the sweet scent of honey—you’re Kuroo’s most prized possession, not that he treats you as an object. Well, yes, to put it simply you’re the object of his desires, adoration and affection.  

Wasn’t it obvious that you were with him? Yeah right, call him petty, but he couldn’t bear the eyes of these bastards on you.  

Hell, pretty was even an understatement when it came to you. As much as he wanted you to be revered for being the goddess that you are, he still couldn't accept all the gawking you’re receiving and him being disregarded like he wasn’t even there when he’s the boyfriend, the future husband and the forever person.  

He promised he’d behave himself and keep the PDA on low since today’s a formal event, but it looked like he won’t be keeping up with that anymore. 

Jolted, your shoulders rose as Tetsu slithered his arm around your waist. He tugged you closer to him so you were both attached to the hip. You just froze in surprise when he leaned, placed a kiss on your forearm and dropped another one on your shoulder.  

You felt the heat rushing to your face. Your eyes held his as they met. “What...what are you doing?” you whispered and he propped his chin on your shoulder.  

“Showing them who you belong to.” 

Internally, you’re partying. You’d be lying to say that you didn’t want that because you definitely want to show all these girls that Tetsu would only have his eyes on you. “Okay, just don’t overdo it.” 

A lopsided grin appeared on his face. “Not very sure about that.” 

BOKUTO

At last, your fiancé, superstar athlete Bokuto Koutaro, will be arriving home tonight. It has been several months since he’s been away to train and to participate in the Olympics. Now, he’ll be coming home after playing with his utmost best.  

You were standing, waiting for him in anticipation at the airport. This was the moment you’d been waiting for and your face immediately lit up after seeing him walk from the arrivals. His eyes were still sleepy with his pillow still latched around his neck.  

In anticipation, you took a step forward approaching him, but the reporters and his fans beat you to it. Now, he’s swarmed with the crowd taking pictures and asking him questions. Some of them were even bumping into you and all you could do was watch. You were just a mere ordinary citizen, lurking in the shadows of those who admire him.  

You clutch on your chest. You were truly happy for him. Genuinely happy for the recognition he’s receiving. He deserved every bit of it, but...How you’d wish to be closer to him. Be the home he goes back to where he could be just Koutarou, the loving and silly boy you came to love. You just missed him so much. 

A bitter smile appeared on your face, surrendering to your fate until his eyes met yours across the sea of people. He glowed radiantly, beaming at the sight of you. Without hesitation and despite everybody else around, he made a way for himself towards you. 

With so much excitement, you yelped as he hugged you tight and carried you that your legs hooked around him in reflex. Koutarou peppered kisses over your face cooing so lovely that he finally got to see and be with his most adorable Y/N. You giggled, getting a little ticklish with his kisses.  

“Babe, babe! Not here!” You protest in middle of chuckling. “There are people around.” 

Koutarou pouted. “But I miss you so much.” 

“Me too,” you said in a wide grin and he giggled like a school kid finally getting his favorite toy as present.  

He rubbed his nose against yours. “Let’s go home!” 

@pixelcafe-network

[araragomennnn]

ALL IN - KUROO

sum: bored at a party. kuroo offers to play you a game of cards, except playing this game comes with a naughty twist. ft: kuroo x fem!reader cw: smut, fluff, oral (giving & receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, cream pie, praise<3

“Bluff,”

You reach for the pair of threes Kuroo claimed to put down, turning them over.

A jack and four of diamonds. Your lips curve in a sly smirk as you look at him from under your lashes because this wasn’t your regular game of cards.

He inhales deeply before biting at his lower lip, “well,” he sighs voice octaves lower than you remembered before reaching for the buttons of his jeans and undoing them, tossing the discarded piece of clothing to the side.

You don’t quite remember how you got here, drunk out of your minds nor do you remember who proposed the idea of playing a stripping game. The music from the forgotten frat party booms through the locked door. Your thoughts feel muddled and cloudy and your skin feels warm in this dim-lit room you’ve found yourself in. Your heart thuds in your chest and your breath feels hot and heavy.

The first to strip naked loses and so far things weren’t looking good for Kuroo but then again with the ache between your legs, things weren’t looking great for you either. The only articles of clothing you had discarded were your shoes and socks while Kuroo on the other hand was in nothing but boxers.

Your eyes didn’t dare to leave your deck of cards, an electrifying feeling rushes through your body at the prospect of stripping him whole but with every piece of clothing gone, you find yourself getting more and more distracted almost as if he had planned it.

You swallow thickly before setting three cards face down, “three sevens,”

He gazes at you and then at the pile of cards, you nibble at your lips in nervousness. 

“Bluff,” he calls out before reaching to turn over the cards. A seven, a queen and a two. 

A string of profanities run through your mind. He leans against the wall, elbow propped on his knee before giving you a devilish grin, making your stomach flip. You take the pile of cards into your own deck before reaching for the hem of your shirt, inhaling deeply before pulling it over your head and throwing it across the room. 

Kuroo’s jaw visibly tightens, gaze heavy and you try to ignore the hammering of your heart against your chest or the pressure building up between your legs. It’s his turn now and excitement courses through your body, one right guess and his last piece of clothing will be off. The thought makes your breathing quicken. 

“Four queens,” he calls out before resting the back of his head against the wall.

Bullshit, you think to yourself. This is too easy.

“Bluff,” you call, reaching to turn over the cards.

Huh?

He huffs, amused when you reveal four queens, exactly as he had called out. Shit shit shit.

If you take off your skirt, he’ll see the stains of arousal on your panties. You swallow hard before your lips curve in a wicked grin. 

Adrenaline courses through your veins as you reach under your skirt and pull down your lace underwear. Quickly bunching it up and tossing it to the side. You stifle down a laugh when Kuroo’s eyes widen as if he wasn’t smug just seconds ago.

You coyly cock your head to the side, flashing your pearly whites in a wicked smile. 

He drags a hand down the length of his face. “Fucking hell,” chest rising and falling rhythmically. 

You run a few fingers through your locks, eyes daring to rake his body. Fuck this stupid game, you think.

“Fuck this stupid game,” he says.

You raise a brow as he beckons you over and pure adrenaline gets you on your feet as you walk over to his spot on the carpet.

He brings his hands to rest above the backs of your knees and you feel your face heat up when he looks up at you, face inches away from your clothed core. His gaze bores into you questioningly waiting for a yes or no, for permission for him to touch you. You nod.

“I need to hear you say it,”

“Touch me.”

His eyes burn with something thick and heavy before he exhales, “whatever you want, princess,”

Hands slipping under your skirt, the pads of his fingers run along your skin, drawing circles at your hip bone before running back down. You click your tongue in annoyance.

“Impatient,” he hums, lightly pinching at your skin, you fist your hand in his hair in response. 

Bringing a hand to massage your inner thigh, he inches it closer and closer to your heat. Eyes locked in yours as he measures every grind of your teeth and shudders of your chest.

And just as you’re about to receive some long-awaited friction, he pulls away.

“Kuroo,” you groan in annoyance. 

“Shh, I know,” he comforts you, hands soothingly rubbing the back of your thighs.

“Stand against the wall and this,” he swipes a finger below your bra strap before snapping it lightly against your skin. “Take it off.”

His words go straight to your core and your breathing hitches in your throat. 

Under his gaze, you reach for your clasp, undoing the piece of garment as it falls to the floor. Kuroo’s gaze trails across your chest, skin burning where his eyes have left. Your cheeks feel hot when you reach for your breasts, squeezing them in your hands making him inhale sharply.

You back up against the wall and he follows, kneeling before you. The very sight of him on his knees to taste you was enough to make your lungs devoid of air. Holding your gaze with his, he brings his hands over your clothed hips. Fingers toying with the zipper of your skirt before pulling it in one swift motion making it fall to the ground. Funny, just a few minutes ago, you thought he’d be the one to strip naked first.

His eyes devour the sight of you bare, bare for him. It makes his cock ache in his boxers.

He brings a thumb to run through your folds, collecting your arousal as your back involuntarily arches at the long-awaited touch. 

“So wet,” he hums before bringing a calloused thumb to lightly circle your clit. A gasp rips from the depths of your throat. 

Retracting his slick coated thumb, he brings it to his lips. 

“So wet for me,” humming as he takes the finger in his mouth. You feel your breath hitch. 

He leans in painfully slow, parting his lips to run his tongue along your folds. Sucking lightly when he reaches your clit and smirking while doing it. Head resting against the wall, your eyes shut in pleasure. Panting at every lap and suck of his tongue, the room is filled with lewd slurping sounds. He licks and sucks at your clit before pulling away, arousal coating his lips as he catches his breath, grinning. You shoot him a look, intending to ask him why he stopped but before the words get to leave your lips, he hooks his hands under your thighs, lifting your legs off the ground and on his shoulders. Licking his lips at the sight in front of him. 

“Don’t think you’ll be able to stand in sometime sweetheart,” he mutters. Bringing two fingers to spread your pussy before running his tongue along your folds and teasingly around your hole, nose bumping your clit. Moans and hums of pleasure both from you and him, resonate in the room. Pressure builds in your lower stomach as your breathing quickens, you bring fingers to play with your nipples and he watches intently as you do so. 

“Finger me,” you hum breathlessly.

He smiles, mouth never leaving your heat. Lapping at your clit, he brings a finger to your aching hole, pushing it in with ease. Your back arches against the wall and your eyes screw shut, “yes” you whisper breathlessly, “more,” and he almost cums in his boxers.

Tongue leaving your swollen red clit, he cautiously eases another digit in. Curling his fingers inside you as he begins to pump in and out of you. A high pitched moan leaves your lips in response. His fingers gradually begin to increase their pace. He watches you intently, drinking in how your eyes shut and lips contort in pleasure. He aches to be inside you.

He increases his pace and your lips part, head angled towards the ceiling. “I'm-I'm close,”

“I know doll,” he hums as you clench down on his fingers, the knot in your lower stomach getting impossibly tighter. Your vision begins to blur with white dots as your moans fill the room. 

“Fuck Kuroo,” you gasp and he grins at you wickedly, curling his fingers to hit the spot making you gasp.

You say his name with parted lips and flushed cheeks as your arousal coats his skin and lips.

“You’re beautiful,” he hums as you hit the peak of your orgasm, a hand holding your waist, keeping you steady while his fingers kept pumping in and out of you, helping you through your orgasm. 

You slump against the wall painting and he grins licking his lips. You meet his gaze, panting heavily as he simply kisses the insides of your thighs, the action making your chest feel warm.

You bring a hand to caress his cheek, “let me return the favour,”

He brings you down on his lap, arms secured around your waist as you wrap yours around his neck. Loud sounds of breathing accompany the thumping of your hearts and Kuroo finally does what he’s been aching to do ever since you entered this room.

Calloused fingers run through your hair as he tentatively leans in, capturing his lips in yours.

You get lost in the feeling that is him, the warmth of his lips against yours makes you wish to never part. His hands find the back of your head, the feeling of his tongue overwhelming you as you taste your very own arousal from his lips. When you part, you’re breathless, heaving for air and a string of saliva connects your lips. Your eyes find solace in his obsidian ones, akin to black holes, sucking you in.

“You don’t need to do it if you don’t want to,” he says carefully.

You shake your head, “I want to.”

And his eyes go dark again, jaw tight as he simply nods. You begin to lightly rock your bare core against his clothed cock, his hands finding solace on your hips, squeezing and massaging the bare flesh. Your fingers reach to cup his defined jaw that you remember admiring from afar far too many times. Leaning in to kiss it tentatively. He groans as you rock against him, eyes shutting, making you smile.

Your movements come to a halt as you scoot off his lap, his gaze follows you. You reach for his clothed cock, carefully stroking it as a muffled hum leaves his throat.

“Take me out,”

You're glad you aren’t standing because he sure knows how to make your knees weak. 

Following his instructions, his cock springs out of boxers and the sight almost makes you drool.

Long and girthy with a single vein running along the side. Smooth with the prettiest brown tip you’ve ever seen slicked with pre cum. He smirks at your gaping before you wrap a manicured hand around his length making his breathing falter. Slowly pumping along his cock, you look at him from under your lashes to find his gaze already on you, burning with desire and something much more. It makes your stomach feel warm. 

His tip leaks with pre cum invitingly, licking your lips, you lean in to give it a tentative lick making him inhale sharply. His hand moves to your hair, gently brushing the loose strands out of your face before finding solace at the back of your head. 

Parting your swollen pink lips, you take in the tip, swirling your tongue while holding his gaze. He hisses before dragging a calloused hand down his face, “fuck,” he curses and a feeling of pride erupts inside you.

Your eyes don’t leave him as you begin to take more and more of his length, hand pumping whatever is not in your mouth. He groans loudly and the sound makes desire pool in your belly.

You bob your head up and down his length, noticing the quickened rise and fall of his toned chest and the sound of his breathing. His abs tense, sweat glistening off of his smooth skin. You hollow your cheeks, tongue swirling the underside of his cock. The sight of him glassy eyed with his muscles tense under your touch and redness creeping up his neck, spreading across his cheeks makes your lower belly pool with desire.

His hips jerk slightly, and you feel the tension rippling through his entire body. His hand tangles in your hair as he gasps your name like it’s the only word he remembers.

“Fuck—I'm gonna…”

But he doesn't get to finish the sentence. With a deep moan, he spills into your mouth, warm and sudden. 

You drink every last bit of him up greedily like a starved woman. Opening your mouth naughtily to show him what you’ve done.

Kuroo drags a calloused hand down the length of his face, “Fuck y/n, what are you doing to me?” he rasps, a smile at his lips. 

You grin devilishly before wrapping your fingers at the back of his neck. You press your lips passionately against his and he matches your rhythm, biting and sucking at your lower lip. He moves his hands to grab the flesh of your ass before pulling you on to straddle him, kneading and squeezing the flesh like dough. Humming into his mouth you feel need prick your skin, your core throbbing and asking for more.  

You begin rocking against his already hardening length in soft rhythmic motions and Kuroo hums in approval.

“So needy,” he exhales, lips leaving yours before moving his mouth to the junction of your jaw. Licking and sucking your skin before slowly moving south. 

You sigh in pleasure at the feeling of his hot breath against your bare skin.

He litters your necks with kisses and rose marks before locking his arms under your knees and getting on his feet. 

You gasp as in one swift motion, he pushes you onto the bed. Your mind goes into a frenzy when you feel his hardened cock press between your legs, the shaft rubbing against your red and swollen clit.  Inhaling sharply, you run your hands at the back of his neck through his hair.

His lips don’t leave your skin, instead they move to the swell of your breasts before ultimately finding your nipple. His eyes look up to meet yours as his tongue plays with your sensitive bud, licking and sucking as your nails dig into his defined shoulders. He looks at you, eyes dark with desire and the need for more and you can’t help but feel your face heat under the intensity of his gaze. 

The feeling of his arms propping up your legs as his hard cock presses against your core almost teasingly makes the ache in your gaping hole pound louder than ever while he relishes your breast in his mouth.

You press your head into the mattress, groaning. “Fuck- Kuroo,”

His mouth leaves the swell of your breast with a plop, “Yes, baby?” 

The affectionate nickname takes you by surprise and an odd feeling spreads at your chest.

Your place a palm at his cheek slowly guiding his face parallel to yours. His gaze feels heavy, dripping with intent as your orbs meet his. 

You speak, barely a decibel but Kuroo feels every inch of his skin burn at the words you say.

“Fill me up,” you exhale, raspily. 

His heart racing, eyes wide, “are you sure love?” he confirms but his voice is breathy and it drips with the desire. He wants this more than you could ever imagine. The image of his load coating your walls painted his mind, driving him wild.

The raw want in his tone paired with the way his sweet nickname sent ripples through your body. You felt heat collect both at your cheeks and your core. You wanted this 

You nod with raw intent and he feels every last string of restraint snap as he angles his cock at your entrance and pushes it in. Your back arches at the sudden sensation.  Fingers clinging on the fabric of the bed as he eases his way in. Your face scrunches as tinges of pain shoot due to his girth causing Kuroo’s eyes to look at you with concern. 

He furrows his brows, “are you in pain?” he asks.

 “If you are lets stop-” 

He slowly begins to slowly shift off you but you grab his face, your palms holding his cheeks. 

“Kuroo,” you start, “I want this,”

He gulps. You look at him intently before you confess.

 “I want you.”

Kuroo knows that it’s the pheromones talking. Sex, you’re talking about sex, he reminds himself but the more irrational part of him hopes that this situation that has you bare between his arms, inches deep wasn’t just due to your combined inebriation. 

Kuroo likes you, irredeemably so and when he heard that you were coming tonight, he found himself scrambling off his bed to his wardrobe, pulling on his best polo and spraying his most expensive cologne. He remembers Kenma rolling his eyes to the sight.

And as mother luck would have it, downing one drink after another, he found himself by you. He remembers your breath against the shell of his ear, confessing to your boredom. You were drunk and so was he when he proposed to this game on liquid courage as you stumbled into this empty bedroom together. 

Not even in his most far-fetched fantasies of you would he have imagined that the result would be his bare cock buried within you.

His lips crash into yours in wordless submission. You wrap your arms around his neck as he eases his length in you, meeting the passion of his kiss with equal if not more fervor. 

You wanted Kuroo and you wanted him now,

Kuroo begins to move his length in and out of you, finding his momentum and you groan against his lips. He feels himself going breathless at the sensation of your warm walls wrapped around him and your moans humming against his lips.

He momentarily breaks the kiss, eyes shut in pleasure as begins to snap his hips against yours, pace increasing.

“You feel so fucking good y/n” he confesses breathlessly.

The room sounds of lewd squelching noises as ploughs himself into you repeatedly. You smile, head rolling back and Kuroo pushes you further into the bed, climbing on with you. He grabs your ankles, placing them at his shoulders and pushes himself in, deeper than before with his arms propped at the sides of your face. You arch your back reflexively at the stimulation of your g spot. 

“Kuroo I-” but you don’t get to finish as he begins to pound into you. You gasp, hands finding its way in his hair. Kuroo watches you wild with desire as your soft breasts bounce repeatedly with the impact. Sweat glistens your face as the room is filled with loud moans and profanities. 

Your eyes are screwed shut in pleasure but Kuroo’s gaze is trained on you with indescribable desire. 

“You’re so fucking beautful yn,” he professes. “So beautiful,”

The coil in your lower stomach begins to coil as the both of you chase your high. Kuroo’s cock ramming inside of you made you feel numb to any sensation that wasn't him. You were woozy with desire, overstimulated with the pounding, you could feel the arrival of your release. 

“Kuroo, I’m gonna, I’m gonna-” you pant before the coil finally breaks. Your body shakes uncontrollably as you ride your release, lips forming an ‘O’. You bury your head into the nook of his neck and he holds you through your trembling high. You moan into his neck and Kuroo feels goosebumps riddle his skin at the sensation before he finally allows himself to release. 

“Cum inside me.” you order and who is he to not oblige. 

He groans loudly, before letting his seed gush into your walls and you gasp at the feeling before he crashes on top of you panting. You breathe into the shell of his ear as you hold each other.

A couple beats pass as you both respectively come down from your highs.

“Well,” you grin. “that escalated.”

Kuroo lets out a breathy laugh, rolling off from on top of you. He then tilts his head to the side to meet your gaze, a grin dancing at his lips. His hair’s a mess, cheeks flushed, eyes a little too honest under the dim light.

“Yeah,” he says, voice lower now. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

You sit up and his eyes don’t leave you as you move closer to him, head on his chest now. He wraps his arms around you, nuzzling his cheek into the crown of your head.

“Wow, your heart is racing.” you tease, angling your head to look at him. 

“Are you sure you don’t have something more to say to me?” you probe.

He rolls his eyes playfully but you don’t miss the crimson at his cheeks as gives you a soft, almost self-conscious smile. 

Your palm finds its way to his cheeks, cupping his face. 

“I don’t want this to be our only time,” he says, voice barely above a whisper.  You raise your eyebrows, an inquisitive hum leaving your throat. 

Kuroo looks at you, this time with sincerity as he moves to meet you in the eye but you smile knowingly, placing a finger on his lips.

 “Are you asking me out, or trying to schedule round two?” 

Kuroo laughs, it's joyous and sincere and his heart feels like it's about to burst.

He returns your gesture of being in mock thought.

“Hmm” he thinks out loud, a triumphant smile daring to rip through.

“How about both?”

a/n: I had the absolute time of my life writing this. also this is lowkey not proof read oopsies

[tomasweetheart]

“Oh, you are nasty,” Iwaizumi almost seethes, his eyes following the condensation on the plastic bottle while it drips down the side, “grape flavored water?!”

His words catch you off guard, lowering the bottle with a confused look on your face before your eyebrows furrow together more, “Yes, Hajime, grape flavored water,” you respond with an eye roll, “is there a problem with me hydrating myself after our run?”

“You know there’s perfectly good, normal water in the fridge too, right?” he scoffs, he’s still in disbelief. And it’s not because you’re drinking flavored water, more so because of the flavor of water you chose.

Oh. Now you get it.

“I’m aware of that yes,” you hum, a shit eating grin beginning to form on your face, “but I’m also aware that there’s a whole pack of flavored waters that will be left untouched if I do not drink them, because you can’t help a good deal at the grocery store.”

“I would drink them if they were any other flavor!” he protested quickly with a slight pout of his own.

“Oh, you are such a liar,” you rebuttal quickly, “name one flavor you enjoy, because I can name about six right now that you don’t.” 

“I like…” he thinks for a moment, sucking on his teeth while he roams his brain for an answer, “...I, uh…blue raspberry."

You two have had this argument over and over again. Ever since you were teenagers, Iwaizumi has had a certain distaste for actual fruit flavored things. You’d think an athlete would actually prefer the artificial flavors that at least taste like healthy food, but no.

“Not a water flavor,” you hum cockily, crossing your arms over your chest, “and blue raspberry is nastier than grape by a mile.”

“You are a sick, twisted individual,” he scoffs, waving his finger at you in playful disappointment, “I am ashamed of myself for letting you get into my pants, let alone my heart for the rest of our lives.”

“Oh hush,” you hum amusedly, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck to pull his body flush against yours, “you said for better or for worse.”

“Mm, I also said in sickness and in health,” he responds with his own hum, his arms wrapping around your waist on instinct, “and you are definitely sick in the head for liking flavored water.”

His nose brushes against your own softly for a moment before he connects your lips with his in a tender kiss. A soft groan leaves his throat, unable to stop himself from running his hands along your sides as he deepens the kiss. Before he pulls away with an absolutely disgusted look on his face.

“What…?” you ask innocently through bated breath, with a soft giggle and smile.

“...You taste like grape.”

[narumi-gens]

just learned that nicotine constricts blood vessels, which can cause erectile dysfunction and now I can’t stop thinking about using that fact to finally convince ukai to stop smoking.

for all of your pleas about his health, the dangers of secondhand smoke, and how you want to spend a long life with him, nothing has ever stuck. he’s tried multiple times to quit, knowing how much you hate his smoking and knowing how bad it is for his health, but has never been able to give up the habit.

until one day you send him an article titled, The Connection Between Smoking and Impotence, and provide no further context. the flurry of messages he quickly starts to send in response go unanswered.

but when you get home from work, the apartment is a mess. all of the drawers in the kitchen are open. there’s a pile of jackets on the couch that have been pulled out of the closet. there are noticeably empty spots on the coffee table and kitchen table where two ashtrays used to be.

and the man himself looks just as frazzled. he has a trash bag in one hand and is digging through the bedside table with the other. his hair is a mess from where he’s clearly been running a hand through it all day. you can see a nicotine patch on one arm and how he’s angrily chewing on a piece of nicotine gum.

“keishin?” you ask, trying to keep the relief from your voice and the smile off of your face.

he glances up at you but quickly goes back to his search, coming up successful when he pulls a pack of cigarettes out of the drawer and shoves it into the trash bag that he’s holding.

“gotta quit smoking if I wanna keep my dick hard for you,” he grumbles but offers nothing else.

maybe you should be upset that it’s only when his cock is threatened that he shows this much urgency about quitting smoking, but if this is what it takes to make sure that the two of you get to spend a long and happy life together then you’ll gladly take it.

[imsofthelp]

There's not enough Kuroken x reader content out there so i'm writing more. Today, I offer you a small drabble

cw: kiiind of threesome, kenma is pussy-whipped and kind of obsessed, a little rough, a little angsty at the end lol

"You have more fangirl pussy than you know how to deal with and yet the only one you want is my girlfriend's." Kuroo cackles, his cat-like golden eyes watching everything unfold from the armchair he's parched up on.

"Shut up." Kenma mutters, his hips smacking harder into yours, as if that could help relieve the frustration he felt towards Kuroo. "Nobody else feels as good as she does. Could fucking die and heaven wouldn't be as good as her, ah- nasty cunt."

You whine at the insult and Kenma only grins, not feeling guilty at all.

You're splayed out underneath Kenma's body, hands clutching at the expensive silk sheets of his bed, head held down, face all but smushed into the pillow by Kenma's hand laid on top of it. Your lips are opened in a soft 'o', moans and drool slipping out easily. Kenma can't find himself minding.

"A bit sacrilegious, no?" Kuroo cackles again, the hyena-like sound bouncing off of the walls. Kenma offers him a bored, unimpressed gaze.

"Good- feel good, ah! Too much, too-" you babble, your dictionary reduced to only a few select words.

You're doing your best to meet his harsh, erratic thrusts, to clench around him, but all coherent thoughts have left your head soon after the second orgasm from his tongue.

"Too much? Awh, is it too much for my fragile baby?" Kenma scoffs, tugging at your hair, arching your back even more harshly, "Well, too bad. You'll just have to lay there all pretty and take it."

The only sounds in the bedroom of Kenma's penthouse are your boyfriend's snickering and the wet squelching of your pussy, the clear liquid spilling out, running down your thighs, staining the neatly trimmed hair above Kenma's pretty, long cock currently battering your insides.

Kenma's hand leaves your hair to tap against your flushed cheek twice.

"C'mon, you're not even talking anymore. Does it even feel good?"

Your bleary eyes struggle to stay open as you meet his half-lidded gaze. Your lips part open to answer, to confirm that it feels extemely good, to snark that the fact that you orgasmed 5 times already is enough proof, but Kenma delivers a perticularly well-timed thrust, angling his narrow hips to smack the tip of his cock against your g-spot and you're left to whine and moan his name dumbly.

Kuroo finally rises from his seat, striding towards the bed, sitting by your side, his large hand coming to caress your face as Kenma lets out a scoff.

"Don't be so mean to the poor thing. Like you'd have energy to talk after cumming 5 times." Kuroo leans down, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose, but you know better than to believe that he actually feels bad for you. He coos, the smug bastard, "Baby's just tired, huh?"

"Don't give a- fuck." Kenma snarls, breaking every word with a thrust, making your belly tighten up, another high already approaching, the hints of overstimulation stabbing at your insides, "Find another use for her- ngh- mouth, if she can't even fucking talk."

Kenma tries so hard to stay nonchalant and collected and cool, but the way your pussy is spasming around his dick is making his breath catch in his lungs. He loves his best friend, but there's nothing he wishes for more than for you to leave him, to be his. He could fuck you everyday instead of once a month when Kuroo felt generous enough, he'd pay for everything you ever wished for, he wouldn't be lazy when it came to your pleasure, he'd fuck you and fuck you until you couldn't think of anything but him and-

His attention is pulled out of his spiralling thoughts as he hears your moans become muffled, blinking away the haze, watching how Kuroo's cock slips in and out of your mouth, how it bulges against your cute cheek, how your gaze catches his best friend's eyes so lovingly.

Kenma feels like he'll be sick, like his heart is going into overdrive. You never hold the same adoration for him. Instead, his lithe fingers slide underneath your perfect body, drowning out your soft gags as he rubs circles against your stiffened clit. He can't offer you everything he wants to, so he'll settle for pleasure.

[zumicho]

oikawa is back in japan for the first time since renouncing his citizenship. the very moment the plane wheels graze the concrete runway, he feels the difference.

he feels the difference over a warm bowl of chinese noodles, when iwaizumi catches him up on athletic trainer life, complaining about salary and overtime, cracking jokes about how tooru would never relate, “he's got it good.”

his volleyball career skyrocketed, after all.

he feels it bumping into hanamaki at the convenience store, when buying melatonin gummies to help with the timezone adjustment. his former teammate feigns starstruck, theatrically gushing and pleading for his autograph. makki shows him a picture of his girlfriend; teases him about a bet made in high school. oikawa remembers the fight he had with you, about not having enough time. about choosing volleyball. about priorities.

he feels the change when he kicks off his shoes haphazardly in his parents' house, dreading the absence of a nagging mother, who would tell him to set them aside where they actually belong. he reaches for the light switch, the muscle memory of home still ever present - it doesn't take him long to find.

in that dimly lit sanctuary of his childhood, he learned something new.

at twenty seven, oikawa tooru learned that maybe change isn't bad. not always. not if it meant strawberry cheesecake. not if it meant happy birthday, idiot! piped neatly in vanilla frosting across the top. not if it meant watching you fight sleep (losing), as you wield a kitchen lighter in your left hand, candles in your right. you waited.

not if it meant he could see that look on your face, when you wake up on the bed, with your back to his chest, his chin hooked over your shoulder, absolutely livid over the fact that he surprised you, when it was supposed to be the other way around.

not if it meant that though everyone will change eventually, he can sign a truce with difference for now, because being able to recognise difference is the evidence that something is worth missing. and until the day he has to miss you instead of have you, he'll cherish every moment. even if it one day becomes a memory.

tooru knows now,

that to be loved is not (just) to be known.

TO BE LOVED IS TO BE REMEMBERED.

masterlist panorama

a/n : happy belated birthday loverboy! late night quickwrite that might get deleted in the morning. I’m not sure if I hate this or if I can tolerate it, we’ll see what happens to it lol. NOT PROOFREAD

[liillyliilly]

tape me up, please? sugawara koushi x reader content; taping suga up- aka pure fluff 970 words

It was like any other day as Kiyoko’s friend really, dropping off your bag in the library for book club and then going to check on her- making sure your plans to hang out at your house after her volleyball stuff and your meeting as vice president of the Karasuno Literary Society.

So you bounded over to the gym, swinging your arms happily from side to side with a hum. When you peeked your head in, Kiyoko grabbed you by the hand and pulled you into the gym entirely. Harsh, and unusual, but you accepted the nudge and entered into the sweaty palace of the volleyball idiots.

“I need you to do something really quick for me, gotta run and grab my notebook from my locker, just stand here and wait for Yachi to take over.” Kiyoko is holding her hands out as if to prevent you from running away, soothing you and emphasizing how soon she’d return.

You just nodded.

Once Kiyoko had evacuated, you waved at your contemporary Japanese literature teacher, Sensei Takeda. Takeda smiled, holding up a book that you had recommended to him, and you throw him a thumbs up in return. You two were always exchanging books, and he always made sure to give you books that actually challenged you- instead of giving you the regular course books, you were getting literature he had read during University. With appropriate assignments and preparation for your third year final exams of course.

The watch on the wall started to taunt you, and you thought you could probably just leave. But Yachi still hadn’t appeared. Someone else had appeared instead.

“Tape me up, please?”

Sugawara Koushi, with his bare chest and hands holding rolls of pink and blue athletic tape.

You could feel the heat settle within your ears, burning like when the sun got particularly bad during the summer heatwaves.

“You should probably wait until Kiyoko or Yachi gets here,” You bit down on your lip seeing him bring his tongue out to swipe at his bottom lip slightly, “Or better yet, have someone on the team help you!”

Your feigned enthusiasm for a different solution to his problem caused him to roll his eyes.

“Everyone else is busy, see? Asahi and Noya are busy stretching. The first years are still changing, and the rest of the team is finishing a quick running drill outside. Just tape me. I’ll guide you, so you do it just how I like it.”

He shoved the rolls of tape into your hands and you swallowed thickly, feeling the dense stretchy tape in your hands.

“Are you sure this is how you like it?” You try to catch his eye, but he’s still lifting the back of his hair up with his hand and tilting his head down- trying to avoid getting hair in the strips of hot pink tape you were attaching from near his nape to across the back of his shoulder blade.

“Yes. Definitely.”

You get another strip of blue tape this time, following his instructions. This would curve around his rotator cuff, from the top of his shoulder to his mid-bicep. One piece for the front section and one piece for the back section, creating a sort of oval around his shoulder.

The lack of Kiyoko and Yachi was still an anomaly to you, in the next ten minutes, you would definitely have to leave to get back to your own club instead of acting as some sort of interim manager for Karasuno’s pretty boy Sugawara.

“Okay, can you get my lower back too?”

“Hmm?!” The sound you make is muffled, but not unheard by Sugawara- who’s fumbling over his words trying to avoid embarrassment.

“Just like from my mid-torso to my hip to like, the, uh, start of my volleyball shorts.” He traces his hand where he can reach, trying to illustrate where he wants the tape. His hand ends up right at the back of his shorts, at the small of his back.

His ears are red, his cheeks are pink, and his neck is the same salmon color as the tape you had applied.

“How many slices of tape do I need?”

Soon, Sugawara’s all taped up, and you think his skin is more plastic bandage than actual human flesh at this point.

“All good now?” You ask, standing up from how you’d kneeled off to the side of him to get the tape around his torso.

“Really good, like 100% better than anyone else could’ve done.” He reaches out and touches the side of your arm, squishing you a little.

“Thanks. I really should be heading out now,” You jut a thumb in the direction of the entrance and Sugawara nods furiously.

Later in the day, after practice, when Sugawara is handing two drinks from the vending machine to Yachi and Kiyoko, Kageyama asks Daichi a question.

“Sugawara never wears that much tape for a practice match, and he never has problems with his hips, why does he have support there?” Kageyama downs the rest of his water bottle. 

Daichi wipes sweat off his forehead as he shakes his head with some astonishment.

“Suga just wanted a certain someone’s hands all over him.”

Hinata pops into the conversation, “Ah! Takeda-sensei’s student yeah? The really nice third year who tried to help us with our reading Kageyama.”

Kageyama nods in understanding. “So, he pretended to need to get overly taped so he could have them touch him?”

Daichi pats Kageyama on the back, “Bingo.”

[omi-boshi]

"What are you doing?" Kiyoomi asks from his place on the bed, wary.

His arms part as he makes space for you to wiggle your way onto his chest. He breathes a laugh at your antics, watches as you take his face between the palm of your hands. The grin that tugs on your lips is a little lopsided, a little cheeky.

The bright red of your lips catches the light and it is the last thing he sees before you begin your assault.

Kiss. On his lips.

Kiss. Right cheek.

Kiss. Left cheek.

Kiss. Tip of his nose.

Kiss. The moles on his forehead.

By the tenth kiss, he is roaring in laughter. The kind of laugh that you've only ever heard when he's with you. It's loud, it shakes his entire being, jostling your body that lies on top of his if not for the arms he has wrapped around you to keep you in place.

It's a little ugly, a little silly the way he snorts in between laughs, but it is offset by the unbridled joy so clear to your ears. The kisses you leave by the corner of his eyes are distorted by the way they're crinkled in laughter. From there, his grin is a permanent fixture as you continue to fill every gap on his face and neck with kisses.

As the tint on your lips slowly fades, his laughter does too, mellowing down into a dopey little smile, eyes bright. You pull back to admire your handiwork, your smile just as dazed.

One arm unravels from your waist to cradle one of your hands still cupping his cheeks. He nuzzles into the touch, eyes tracing over your features, gaze so warm you feel it on your skin. It moves you to lean in once more, to kiss him on the lips.

Longer this time.

And Kiyoomi is more than eager to reciprocate. It's heavier, wetter. More breaths, gasps, and the occasional bites. There is an attempt at deepening the kiss further; Kiyoomi's tongue tracing the seam of your lips. But the giddiness that thrums through him pulls his grin wider. Every time your teeth clash, it makes you laugh into his mouth. It is truly in vain that you try to kiss properly.

When you finally pull away, it is to Kiyoomi mirroring you and cupping your cheeks with both hands.

"What was that for?" He is breathless as he asks. The look on his face no less lovestruck than it was before. The tint on his lips was the most smeared compared to all other kiss marks on his face. It makes you giggle, amused.

"I just wanted to kiss you, is all." You kiss the palm of his left hand to emphasize. "And I wanted to try out the lipstick I bought today." You nod towards the tube sitting innocently on your nightstand.

Kiyoomi shakes his head, chuckling to himself.

He hugs you to his chest, rolling you onto your back, placing himself on top of you. He reaches for the tube of lipstick, smile growing mischievous.

"Guess it's time to return the favor."

[vividly-vermillion]

I know I'm submitting this embarrassingly fast but I have no dignity, if you feel like it how about suna + thigh riding? hehe thank you! <3

I'm afraid we all have no dignity here but who am I to judge? /lh

It's my first time writing for him so I hope I didn't disappoint 🥹♥️

-> Kink ask game

cw: fem!reader x suna rintaro, thigh riding, mentions of sex & fingering, reader getting called "good girl" once

"You want to do what?" The corners of Suna's lips curled into the smallest grin.

“Rin… don't make me repeat myself please,” you almost whine when he gives you that look. Oh how he loves to hear you get desperate for him.

His expression doesn't waver when he simply pats his lap, a silent invitation to accommodate your dirty little wish.

“Go on then,” he muses calmly while his hands tug you closer by your waist. This was what you wanted after all, wasn't it?

You wanted to hesitate, act as if you weren't dying to hump his leg like a bitch in heat but your composure fell fast. With shaky legs you straddled one of Suna’s strong thighs, your hands resting on his shoulders as your eyes were searching for his. You were sure that he would be grinning, amused by how desperate you were acting, but his eyes were half lidded, a pleasant smile on his lips while his hands held your hips in place.

“That's my good girl,” he hums softly when your hips start dragging against his leg, his muscles flexing beneath you to give you more friction.

Despite the layers of clothing separating your needy cunt from him, it was enough to scratch that itch, soft moans escaping your lips at how Suna helped you to roll your hips just at the right pace, enough pressure to feel good but leave you wanting for more at the same time. His eyes never left yours, pupils dilating when you moaned his name so cutely, pawing at his shirt as the knot inside your stomach tightened with each drag of your hips.

“Gonna make a mess from humping my thigh?” He asked, almost amused but one hand slipped from your waist to bring your face closer to his.

He could feel your hips stutter, your pussy clenching around nothing, missing the absence of his fingers or his cock buried deep inside of you but the way he kissed you - so full of hunger - left you breathless. The pleasure was overwhelming, almost rendering you completely useless to the point where your hips locked up. Suna gently bounced his thigh while his hand on your hips did its best to keep you moving against his thigh.

This simple action was all it took to help you over the edge, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave and your head rested in the crook of his neck as his name fell from your lips like a sinful prayer.

Suna ran his hand that was previously resting on your hip over your back, small shivers ran down your spine at the gentle movement. He was always like this, caring after he reduced you to a moaning mess. Perhaps you should have told him how much you liked his thighs much sooner…

[hiraethwrote]

miracle

contents : gn!reader but written with f!reader in mind, hurt/angst to somewhat comfort?, established relationship, slight toxicity but not really, depictions of a verbal fight, little bit of a self insert, very emotional reader, timeskip, no use of y/n — wc 1.2k

heart pounding, blood rushing, hands clenching. and silence. complete and utter silence, standing frozen still in your bedroom — your shared bedroom — after having slammed the door in tobio’s face.

trembling hands came to wipe your wet cheeks. you weren’t entirely sure when you had started to cry, only that once the tears had started to fall, you hadn’t been able to stop them.

you sniffled quietly, taking a look about your surroundings.

a long time ago, you and tobio had promised each other to never taint the sacred space of your bedroom. it was to remain a place of absolute solace and comfort for the both of you. any negative feelings were to be left at the door before entering.

but tonight’s events had made you break that promise, standing in the room that now felt unrecognisable by the dark and cold atmosphere. it somehow felt like it was swallowing you, threatening to pull you under completely.

and as the loud bang from the door still echoed in your mind, you regretted all that you had said.

you and tobio had been apart for longer than preferred this time around due to conflicting schedules — you had been pulled out of town for work for an extensive period, while tobio had finished his first season for ali roma in italy. you had both booked a ticked back to your home in tokyo the second your schedules allowed it.

both of you had endured a long and exhausting day of travelling, and after having worked yourselves to the bone, it was only to expect your patience was running low.

but the seemingly straight path to that logic reason was nowhere to be found in your mind in this moment, hidden behind thick clouds of tired fatigue. and now you were also too worn down from the worst fight you could ever remember the two of you having, simply leaving you fragile in the shell of your body.

it had never been as bad as tonight.

would you be able to take back what you had said?

did he truly feel so strongly about the things he’d thrown in your face as he let on?

would you be able to recover?

you hated the fact that you couldn’t answer your last concern with a confident of course.

because you were both so extremely stubborn, to the point where you had a cruel tendency to let petty grudges linger longer than either of you wanted — you just couldn’t help it.

and was this the event — this horrible fight — the trigger that would cause your childish stubbornness to lead to your relationship's demise? the straw that broke the camel’s back?

there spawned an invisible pressure on your chest, suddenly struggling to draw enough oxygen into your lungs as the fear of a breakup slowly started to tangle you in its thorns.

however, three weak knocks was placed on the bedroom door, instantly halting the weed's growth for a moment.

you spun around to face the door, once again feeling the overwhelming silence suffocate you as you waited for his voice to seep through the cracks.

“you’re coming out.” his voice was weak, lacking the aggression that had been present not even ten minutes ago. but there was a strange assertiveness to his demand that had your hand instantly hover over the door handle.

you swallowed the lump in your throat before gathering the courage to creak it open, standing face to face with tobio again.

his eyebrows where just ever so slightly pinched together in frustration, and his lips were tilted down in a strict frown. but his eyes — his oh-so-beautiful, blue eyes were just sad.

“you’re coming out,” he repeated, the faintest tremble to his voice. “you’re not bringing this in there.”

you nodded slowly in agreement and blinked away the tears, guilt building up in you with what you had done. “i’m sorry,” you mumbled.

he didn’t respond, only stepping aside to let you walk past him and into the living room.

suddenly the atmosphere had shifted into something... awkward? an unfamiliar feeling in his presence, standing an unnatural three feet apart. you wrapped your arms tightly around yourself, while he, on the other hand, had his arms tensely pressed along the sides of his body.

his eyes traveled the floor, working so hard to find the right words to say. “we’re tired,” he said and took a deep breath. “i think we both said things we didn’t mean.”

“are you sure?” you hated how it came out almost accusatory — it wasn’t intentional, and it wasn’t like you hadn’t spewed just as mean statements as he had. it was just that flaw in you that puppeteered you with ease when your body didn’t have the ability to fight it.

you drew a sharp breath when your question instantly had his eyes lock with yours.

“i am, at least.” you deserved that one.

you let your arms fall to your side and straightened your posture. taking a deep breath, you decided to find the single shred of strength you had left in you to actively push your stubbornness aside in order to approach the conversation the way you both wanted — the way you both deserved.

“you’re right,” you said. “sorry.”

“it’s been a long day. for the both of us.”

“that doesn’t excuse it-“ you cut yourself off, the tears threatening to come back again. “it doesn’t excuse what i said.”

his shoulders relaxed. “me neither.”

for a moment you just stood there, looking at each other. you knew the same thing was running through your minds — how embarrassing, that something as mundane as exhaustion had brought you to a point where you had expressed mean remarks beyond your wildest imagination to the person you loved the most in the world.

and you felt your heart break by the mere thought of how you had hurt him with your recent words and actions. you didn’t think you’d ever be able to sink so low — yet here you were.

“i’m sorry,” he said. he fought to keep his voice strong and steady so you’d be able to see how sincere he was.

“i am sorry too,” you managed to force out before the tears came streaming back, accompanied by loud sobs.

it seemed to break him out of his own mind long enough for him to walk up to you and quickly envelope you in his secure embrace.

your arms instantly laced around his torso in return, feeling like you couldn’t bring him close enough to you. his grip on you instinctively tightened, hoping that his steady frame pressed against you would eventually fill you with a sense of safety.

“you’re my miracle, you know.”

another loud sob seeped from your lips, digging your face further into the crook of his neck, letting his deceleration marinate in your mind.

you’re my miracle.

it was probably the most beautiful thing you had ever heard, quickly erasing the pain he had caused earlier.

tilting your head ever so slightly, you opened your mouth to speak, “you’re-“ was all you were able to get out before the sobs kept on tumbling. you so badly wanted to tell him the same thing. of course he was your miracle too, and you needed him to know.

the words continued to die on your tongue before you felt him squeeze you even tighter.

“i know,” he whispered, followed by a quiet sniffle, which led you to believe his eyes weren't completely dry either. “i know.”

slowly the warmth started to creep back into the apartment.

an : hea lore drop, i stole the line "you're my miracle," from my ex which he said to me not long before our breakup became final :,) comments and reblogs are appreciated

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[kawoala]

⁝ KOZUME KENMA 𝜗𝜚 2:34 am 𝜗𝜚

ᰔ word count ; 293

ᰔ content warning ; implied insomnia 、 twitch streamer! kenma 、 drabble 、 kiyoko is pregnant for some reason? 、 time-stamp.

2:34 am.

“you don’t get enough sleep.”

the light from his computer is filling the room, illuminating his face and everything around him. he turns around to look at you, a tired look in his eyes. theres a moment of silence as he stares at you before he gives you a small, crooked smile, forcing you to replace the serious look you had tried so hard to keep with a smile of your own.

“kenma,” you scowl playfully, walking over to him quietly. your feet pad against the hardwood floor, each step sending a shiver up your spine. “we went to bed together so we could wake up together.”

he presses his lips together and nods once. “i know,” he whispers, voice raspy - tired. you get closer to him and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “couldn’t sleep. i had an idea for a stream and then-“

“then your brain was up and running?” you finish for him, laughing lightly. you look down at him and cup his face in your hands, squishing his cheeks together. “i understand that, i do, but you need to get sleep. we have a big day tomorrow.”

“we do?” he quirks an eyebrow, tilting his head as best as he can with you holding him. when your brows furrow, he chuckles. “i’m kidding. baby shower for kiyoko, i know.”

“can you believe it? people our age are having *babies* now. i feel so…” you trail off, sighing. “old.”

“we’re twenty-three, y/n.”

you roll your eyes at him. “i know that!” you exclaim. “i’m just saying… hey! you’re supposed to be coming back to bed with me, you know.”

he smiles again. “okay, y/n. let’s go to bed.”