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[notshinya]

⸝ ᛪ༙┆TIE ME UP! ⎯ 𝐒𝐀𝐄 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈

summary: Tied up and trembling, you beg for more—but Sae takes his time. Every move is deliberate, every thrust a lesson in control. He won’t stop until you’re breathless, ruined, and his.

warnings: nsfw, dom!sae, overstimulated, begging, teasing, unprotected, cream pie, bondage (wrist restrains), slight rought, slight edging,

wc : 1,2k

» Are you sure this is what you want? «

» Yes. «

Your hands were tied, secured tightly to the bedframe—there was no way to move them.

Wearing nothing but your underwear, you lay on the mattress, completely exposed beneath his gaze.

Sae stood at the edge of the bed, his piercing eyes locked onto you, unmoving.

The way he looked at you—so focused, so consuming—made you press your thighs together on instinct.

Of course, he noticed. A small smirk curled at the edge of his lips.

» Sae… « you whispered, your voice barely audible, pleading.

He was savoring the moment. The sight of you—wanting him, needing him to touch you. To free you from the ache spreading like fire under your skin.

This was new for both of you.

You had never asked him to tie you down before. But once he realized how much you wanted this—once he was sure—it became something he desired just as deeply.

Finally, he moved. Crawling onto the bed, settling above you, his eyes dark with hunger.

He leaned in, lips brushing against your neck, leaving behind a trail of damp, slow kisses.

Your body arched up to meet him, desperate for every inch of contact.

With one hand, he slid the strap of your bra off your shoulder, fingers trailing down to the clasp behind your back. It snapped open easily, and he pushed the fabric aside just enough to bare your chest to him.

You gasped as his mouth found your breast, lips closing around a sensitive peak. His tongue moved in slow, teasing circles, while his hand caressed the other with deliberate care.

» you like that hm ? «

» Sae… « you breathed, half a moan, half a plea. Every nerve in your body screamed to touch him—but your wrists held firm. No matter how much you twisted, the restraints wouldn't give.

He took his time with you. Letting the tension build. Letting the ache between your thighs become unbearable.

» Please « you whispered, your voice shaky.

He was hard—you could see it through the denim of his jeans.

His lips moved again, trailing down your stomach, pausing at your navel before he continued lower.

Hooking his fingers into the sides of your underwear, he pulled it down with a slow, purposeful motion.

» so wet for me «

Before you could even react, his mouth was on you.

His tongue slid through you in one long, torturous motion—slow and deliberate.

A second time, deeper.

The third, he pushed inside.

» Sae! « you gasped, your back arching off the bed.

You would have tangled your fingers in his hair if your hands weren't still bound.

You couldn't stop gasping, breath after breath, as his tongue moved with devastating precision.

He held your thighs in place, gripping them firmly, keeping you close—anchored to him and every shattering wave of pleasure.

Slowly, but surely, a deep pressure began to build in your lower belly—hot, unbearable. Your thighs trembled, and your breath came in ragged gasps, one after the other.

Sae moved with a deliberate rhythm, giving you exactly what you craved—every flick of his tongue, every subtle graze of his nose against your clit — where you were most sensitive — sent shockwaves through your body.

» I—! «

Your whole body tensed. Every muscle drawn tight, like a bow ready to snap. Your skin prickled with electricity. You were seconds away from falling apart—

And then… nothing.

No touch.

No release.

You opened your eyes, dazed, confused—desperate. He was kneeling upright now, his face no longer buried between your thighs, but glistening with the evidence of what he'd just done to you.

His chin, his lips, his nose—shining.

» I was so close « you whimpered, your voice filled with need, with frustration. The warmth still coiled low in your belly, but now it throbbed with emptiness.

» Sae… please. « The plea left your lips without thought, only need.

As he undid the buckle of his belt, you instinctively squeezed your legs together, your body aching for more.

He pushed his jeans and underwear down, and the moment he was exposed, your breath hitched.

He didn't waste time. His hands found your thighs, parting them with a strength that left you breathless. He positioned himself beside you, eyes dark, movements slow—teasing.

You felt him at your entrance, just barely. He pressed in, only a little, just enough to make you gasp. But then he stilled.

You looked down, saw only the tip of him inside.

» Please! « you begged, trying to shift your hips downward, trying to move—to take more of him, anything. But your tied hands kept you firmly in place. You couldn't move. Couldn't pull him closer.

He watched your struggle with amusement, a knowing smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

He withdrew, only to thrust in again—slowly, shallowly. Over and over, keeping you on edge, never giving you enough.

» Oh God « you moaned, writhing beneath him, your body pleading for more, for release. Every nerve felt raw, every breath a cry for relief.

» You want it that badly? « he murmured, sinking in a little deeper—but still not fully.

»Tell me how much you want my dick «

» I want it so damn much « you choked out, throwing your head back, your body arching to meet his.

» how much « he demanded, eyes locked on yours.

» So much « you breathed, your voice trembling, gaze full of longing.

And then—

He thrust forward, hard. All the way in.

The sudden stretch made you cry out, pain and pleasure crashing through you in one shattering wave.

» Fuck! « he groaned, running a hand through his hair, eyes locked on where your bodies met.

» So tight. «

Each movement after that was deep, deliberate, devastating.

It didn't take long—your body had been straining for release for what felt like forever.

The pressure returned, overwhelming and fast. Your muscles tensed, your breath caught, and you teetered right on the edge until—

»Fuck, Itoshi! «

The orgasm hit like a wave. Your whole body trembled, your breath shattered into gasps as he moved through it—never stopping, never slowing.

He didn't let you come down gently.

Instead, his thrusts became faster, rougher, his grip on your thighs tighter. You felt him deeper than ever, pushing past the oversensitivity, pushing you to your limit.

» Too much « you whispered, legs shaking uncontrollably.

» Shit «he growled, his rhythm faltering, his breath ragged. You felt him throb inside you, heat spilling deep—and still, he didn't stop. He chased the last tremors of pleasure, riding them out to the very end.

» Oh, fuck « he panted, your name falling from his lips like a prayer.

» Y/n «

Your body trembled, overstimulated and exhausted.

Your legs felt like they could collapse at any second. Still, he stayed inside, moving gently now—until finally, finally, he stilled.

He pulled out slowly, gaze fixed on you as your body twitched beneath him.

Then he watched, unblinking, as his release began to slip from you—and with a lazy smirk, he caught it with his tip and pushed it right back in.

» Ah—! «

You gasped, shooting him a warning look.

But Itoshi only smirked wider, like this was just the beginning.

© 2025 shinyac0re ; ━━ do not copy or translate my work !

Requests open

[notshinya]

Hello, can I request for fem reader as suo's younger sister oneshot with wbk boys.

Platonic

At first, they meet fem reader when they tried to protect her from bad guys, then they meet her again but with suo beside her, at first they think she is his girlfriend but then they set aside those thought when suo say she is his younger sister (2 years younger than him).

Hiii!:) letting you know that I finished your request and you can find it here! <klick!

I really enjoyed writing this and I hope your going to enjoy reading! Lmk if you liked it!

[notshinya]

⸝ ᛪ༙┆YOUR SISTER?! ⎯ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑

summary: After getting cornered on the way home, Y/n is saved by four strangers—none of them realizing she’s Suo’s little sister.

warnings: comforting dynamics ; soft teasing ; brother-sister bond ; protective!suo ; awkward first meetings

Ft. : haruka sakura, suo hayato, unemiya hajime, akihiko nirei, mitsuki kiryu,

wc : 1.2k

You weren’t even sure how it started.

One minute, you were just walking home—minding your own business, earbuds in, the sunset painting the streets orange and gold.

The next, you were cornered.

A group of guys. Loud. Persistent. Smiling the way people do when they think they’ve already won.

They closed in too fast. Their voices turned crude, their laughter mean.

Your hands were shaking before you realized it.

And then—

Suddenly—

They weren’t the only ones standing there anymore.

Four strangers had stepped in front of you like a wall.

You didn’t know who they were. You’d never seen them before.

The first one had striking two-toned hair—black and white—and mismatched eyes that seemed to cut through everything. He didn’t speak. He didn’t have to. His body was already coiled like a spring, fists clenched.

Next to him stood someone much taller, with soft white hair that made him look almost serene—until you noticed the way his gaze tracked every movement, alert and ready.

A third boy had blond hair, freckles scattered across his nose, and a relaxed kind of confidence in the way he stood in front of you—like it was second nature.

And the last one?

Soft pink hair, silver piercings, and an unreadable expression. There was something quieter about him—calm, careful—but you could tell he was just as dangerous if he needed to be.

They didn’t waste time.

Fists flew.

Shouts rang out.

The sound of impact echoed down the alley.

It was over in minutes.

The guys who had been harassing you? On the ground. Cursing. Limping away without another word.

And then the silence came.

All four turned to face you.

You stiffened. For a second, you forgot how to breathe.

They weren’t staring in a threatening way—but it was still intense. Like they were trying to figure out if you were hurt. If you were going to cry.

If you were even still standing on your own two feet.

The tall one—white-haired and gentle-eyed—stepped forward first. His smile was small but kind, a little crooked at the edges.

»You alright? Need anything?« he asked, his voice deep but soothing.

It didn’t match what you’d just seen him do.

And maybe that’s what startled you the most.

»N–No! I mean… I’m okay.« you said too quickly, bowing so fast your hair swung forward.

»Thank you. Seriously. I didn’t know what to do—I was completely stuck. I—«

You swallowed the rest.

The blond boy beside him gave you a casual thumbs-up. »All good« he said, as if you’d just dropped your groceries and not almost been attacked.

The one with mismatched eyes just clicked his tongue—»Tch«—but looked away fast, like he didn’t want you to see the light flush coloring his cheeks.

»Wasn’t a big deal«, the white-haired one said with a grin, already stepping back to join the others. »We were nearby anyway.«

And that’s when you noticed it.

Their uniforms.

Furin.

Your heart skipped a beat.

Did they… know Suo?

You suddenly wanted to disappear. Or maybe sprint home and pretend this never happened.

But instead, you forced a polite smile.

»I hope you all have a good night« you said, voice small, and gave one last bow before turning and walking away as fast as you could without actually running.

You didn’t stop until the noise of the street swallowed you whole.

♱

»Do we really have to do this?« you muttered, dragging your feet beside your brother.

Suo, ever composed, cast you a sideways glance—brow slightly raised, expression unreadable.

»Yes« he said simply.

You let out a dramatic sigh. »It’s embarrassing! What if they think I’m weird for showing up again?«

He chuckled quietly. » You’re not weird. And you’re not doing anything wrong.«

"Still awkward.«

»You’ll live.«

You groaned again, but truthfully… you weren’t that annoyed. Just nervous.

When you’d told Suo about what happened, something in him had cracked. He didn’t yell—he didn’t need to—but the air around him changed. Tightened.

You knew him. Knew what his silences meant.

And that night, he’d been silent.

But when you mentioned the four boys who stepped in? That silence turned into a different kind of weight. One that lifted slightly. He didn’t say much—but his jaw unclenched.

And now you were here, walking next to him through quiet evening streets. The sky had long since faded to indigo. Most shops were closed. But the café Suo led you to glowed softly, golden light spilling through its windows.

Suo pushed open the door, the bell chiming above your head.

The inside was cozy. Warm lighting. Faint music playing. The smell of something sweet in the air. Behind the counter stood a woman who greeted Suo with a wave and gave you a kind smile.

You returned it—awkwardly.

Suo led the way toward a table near the back. And when you saw who was sitting there—your heart stuttered.

The four of them. The same boys. Laughing around a table cluttered with empty plates and glasses.

Until they saw you.

All four turned at once.

The blond leaned toward the pink-haired one and whispered something.

Haruka—if you remembered his name right—flushed red and swatted at him, glaring like he’d said something stupid.

Umemiya waved at you dramatically, arms flailing like he was calling out to someone across a stadium.

Mitsuki just smiled. Barely. But it was there.

»Hey.« Suo said, his voice calm as always.

You hovered behind him, unsure of where to stand or what to do with your hands.

» You could’ve told us she was your girlfriend« Akihiko smiled.

» I didn’t even know you had a girlfriend« Mitsuki added flatly.

You blinked. Stared at them. Then slowly turned your head to look up at Suo.

He was already looking at you.

A beat passed—

And then both of you burst out laughing.

Not forced. Not polite. Real laughter.

The kind that came from your stomach and left your shoulders lighter.

The others just blinked at you, clearly confused.

» She’s my little sister.« Suo said finally, hand coming up to rest on your shoulder.

Their reactions shifted instantly.

»Ohhhh. That actually makes sense«, Akihiko said with a sheepish grin. »I’m Akihiko, by the way.«

»I’m Y/n« you offered. »I just wanted to thank you again. I know I already did earlier but… really. I don’t even want to think about what could’ve happened if you hadn’t been there.«

Suo nodded next to you.

»I owe you« he added, voice lower now. » If anything had happened to her…«

He didn’t finish the sentence. Just shook his head once. You could tell he didn’t want to imagine it.

But the tension only lasted a second.

Umemiya leaned forward and waved it all off like it was nothing.

Come on,” he said with a big grin. »That’s what friends—and unofficial bodyguards—are for.«

Haruka immediately rolled with his eyes

»I’m joking, I’m joking«, Umemiya laughed. »Now sit down already! We’ve got food on the way, and I know you’re hungry.«

You hesitated—just a second.

And then sat down.

And for the first time since the whole mess started…

You didn’t feel nervous anymore.

Only warm.

Like you belonged here.

Even just a little.

© 2025 shinyac0re ; ━━ do not copy or translate my work !

Request open — !

[notshinya]

hiiii, so I saw that your Haikyuu requests are open and I wanted to know if you can plss make one about Bokuto?? He's being one of my new obsessions😭 and there's something in my mind like Bokuto comforting the reader, because I don't see a lot of fics like this, and I think it would be so cute him trying to be a good boyfriend and just being there for his girlfriend (reader can be fem) and try to comfort her. Maybe it's very specific, but I was thinking of reader have a argument with her parents so she text Bokuto saying she was not feeling very well and asking to spend the night in his place. and when they are together she kind of sad and Not so talking and Bokuto asks something like "what's the problem, what happened" and she collapses and starts to cry and vent to him, Idk something like thaaat. and he's a little lost because reader is usually sweet and calm and he kind of never saw her vent, but he is trying! can end with them cuddling and reader being the little spoon, while he says sweet things or even jokes to make her less sad and reader ends up sleeping in his arms :) (It can be before the team-skip when they are still in high school just a silly and cute teenage romance !! 💗🙏🧘

Hii lovley! Your request is finished and I hope you enjoy reading it! You can find it here! <klick !

Lmk if you liked it!:)

[notshinya]

⸝ ᛪ༙┆COMFORT YOU ! ⎯ 𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔𝐎

summary: After a rough fight with your parents, you seek comfort in Bokuto’s arms. He doesn’t ask questions—just holds you, listens, and reminds you that you’re enough.

warnings: tw: emotional comfort : hurt/comfort : soft!bokuto : implied academic pressure : parental conflict : crying : safe space dynamic : gentle physical touch : protective!bokuto : cuddling : vulnerability : self-worth themes

wc : 1,2k

It was drizzling lightly when you stood in front of his door, your fingers clutching the strap of your bag like it was the only thing holding you together. You pressed the doorbell, waited just a few seconds—and then the door swung open.

Barely half an hour had passed since you’d texted him: Can I stay over tonight?

You hadn’t said why.

He didn’t ask.

Home had been unbearable tonight. Too loud. Too much.

»Hey! There you are!« Bokuto grinned brightly, his eyes lighting up the second he saw you. Without hesitation, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to the top of your head—his usual, enthusiastic way of greeting you, like you were the best part of his day.

You tried to return the smile, but it wavered, barely holding. Still, a flicker of warmth spread in your chest. Not enough to chase the emptiness that had settled there since you left home, but enough to remind you: you were safe here.

»Do you want some dry clothes? Yours are a little soaked « he asked, closing the door behind you as you stepped out of your sneakers.

You shook your head. »I’m fine.«

You didn’t have the energy to change. You didn’t want to move. You just wanted to curl up next to him—let his arms carry what you couldn’t tonight.

You followed him to his room, surprisingly tidy for someone as chaotic as Bokuto usually was. He turned to you again, practically bouncing on his heels.

»Wanna order food? Ramen? Oh! Or that curry you liked last time—remember?«

His golden-brown eyes sparkled, and his lips curled into the kind of smile that usually made your heart flutter. But not tonight.

The guilt sank in fast and heavy. You hated that you were bringing this mood with you, that you couldn’t be as bright as he deserved.

»No appetite « you murmured. And it was true. The tension from earlier had crushed it entirely.

Bokuto tilted his head, concern washing over his face. »You okay?«

You walked over to his bed, offered him a small, forced smile, then turned your back to him so he wouldn’t see the way your jaw clenched or how your eyes stung.

» I’m fine « you said, clearing your throat.

» Oookaay « he replied slowly, clearly not convinced, but not pushing. »Wanna watch a movie? Or game a little?«

He held up two controllers with a hopeful grin.

»Doesn’t matter « you mumbled, already pulling the blanket over yourself as you sank into the mattress.

He paused. You heard the slight drop in his voice before he spoke again.

» Usually you’d be like, ‘Movie, obviously! I suck at games—playing with you is torture!’ « He chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood.

Bokuto sat down on the edge of the bed, glancing over at you.

Usually.

But today wasn’t like usual.

Today had shattered everything.

The fight with your parents still echoed in your mind—the shouting, the words that cut deeper than they should’ve, their voices strained with anger and disappointment.

A small laugh escaped you at Bokuto’s words, but it broke halfway through—splintered into a sob. You covered your mouth, squeezing your eyes shut to hold the tears back.

Bokuto moved instantly, scooting closer and wrapping his arms tightly around you. You didn’t resist. A single tear slipped down your cheek, then another, soaking into his shirt as he held you close.

His warmth wrapped around you like a blanket, grounding you. You didn’t cry often—not even in front of him—but with Bokuto, you never had to hide.

He brushed a damp strand of hair from your face and tucked it gently behind your ear.

»Do you wanna talk about it?« he asked softly, voice low and careful.

Then, even quieter:

»Or should I just hold you for a while?«

You didn’t speak—just nodded.

He adjusted his position so that he was leaning back against the pillows, pulling you with him until your head was resting on his chest and his arms were looped around your back.

He began tracing slow patterns along your spine—little circles, lines, and the occasional heart you thought you could feel forming beneath his fingertips. He didn’t say anything else. He just let you cry. Let you fall apart in the safety of his embrace.

He didn’t flinch when your tears soaked through his shirt. Didn’t mind the smudge of mascara you were sure had ruined the fabric. He just held you—steady and strong.

Eventually, your sobs began to fade. Your breathing steadied. Still, Bokuto said nothing. He knew better than to fill the silence. He just stayed there, quietly holding you, letting you take whatever time you needed.

»My parents and I had a really bad fight.« you whispered, voice barely audible. It cracked like dry wood, but he didn’t interrupt. He just listened.

»They started going on about my grades.«, you continued, the memory tightening your chest all over again. » Told me I wasn’t doing enough. That I should think more about my future.«

You sniffled. »But I’m trying. I really am.«

Bokuto’s arms tightened around you ever so slightly.

»But you’re already such a good student« he said, almost like he was reminding himself. »You’re always doing your best.«

You let out a bitter breath. »Apparently that’s not enough. They want straight As. Perfection or nothing.«

He sighed softly, forehead resting against the top of your head.

»No one’s perfect.« he murmured. »As cheesy as it sounds—grades don’t define you. Not even a little. They don’t get to decide how valuable you are.«

His words were warm, like soft fabric and hot sunlight in early spring. The kind that wrapped around all the broken parts of you and held them gently.

You hadn’t realized how much you needed to hear that.

»And anyway «, he added with a dramatic flair, lifting his chin slightly, » I’m gonna be a pro volleyball player someday. I’ll make enough for the both of us. You won’t even need to lift a finger.«

Despite yourself, a quiet laugh slipped from your lips.

»Yeah. You’re right « you murmured, nestling closer to him.

» Obviously.« he said with a proud grin. »I’m right about everything.«

You giggled again—small, but real this time.

»I’m sorry for bringing such a heavy mood with me« you mumbled, your voice low and a little ashamed.

» There’s nothing to apologize for.« Bokuto said gently, rubbing your back in slow circles. »No one’s happy all the time. That’s not how life works.«

You smiled a little at that, already feeling lighter—like the weight in your chest had shifted, even if just slightly. His words always had that effect. He didn’t just comfort you, he made you feel understood.

» Then how do you always manage to be in a good mood?« you asked quietly, your voice laced with curiosity and a hint of admiration.

He gave a soft chuckle and shrugged, his shoulders lifting beneath you. » Who knows? Maybe it’s just my sparkling personality.« he joked playfully, then leaned down a bit to nuzzle your hair. »So, what do you wanna do now?«

You were quiet for a moment, thinking, before you answered honestly.

»Just wanna cuddle.«

» Just cuddle?« he repeated, as if confirming, and you nodded against his chest.

He smiled, his arms pulling you closer, holding you like something precious.

»Well then«, he whispered warmly, «I’m more than okay with that.«

© 2025 shinyac0re ; ━━ do not copy or translate my work !

Request open — !

[notshinya]

Hii Shin!!! Who’s been your favorite character up to date that you’ve loved to write, no matter what kind of headspace your in???

SHIN TALKS—!

Hiiii, I really like your question, even though I find it a bit hard to answer! :)

To be honest, I’d say Manjiro Sano, “Mikey,” from Tokyo Revengers right now — even though he’s not necessarily my favorite character overall!

But I’ve written a lot about him, no matter what mood I’m in, and I’ve never had any problems or writer’s block with him.

Actually, I don’t really have one specific character that always feels especially easy to write.

For me, it really depends on my mood — like, what kind of vibe I’ve planned for the story, and which character fits that idea the best.

That’s why it’s super mixed for me!

Thank you so much for your question and have a great day! <3

[notshinya]

hi HAHAHAHSHSHS

HIIII

[notshinya]

⸝⸝ ᛪ༙┆HEADCANONS ! — 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔

summary: When the past resurfaces in the form of whispers, comparisons, and unwanted attention, jealousy begins to stir beneath the surface. What should be just another game suddenly feels personal — and being with someone new means proving that what they share now is stronger than what once was. ( boys being jelly !;)

warnings: Jealousy ; Possessive Behavior ; Past Relationship Mentions ; Verbal Insecurity ; Protective Partner ; Mild Angst ; Public Tension ; Physical Affection (hand-holding, hugs, kisses) ; No Sexual Content

Ft. : Kuroo Tetsurou & Kotaro Bokuto

wc : 1,6K

＃ Kotaro Bokuto

It was a warm, sunny morning, and you were quietly seated at your desk, waiting for the teacher to arrive. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't tune out the whispers filling the classroom. And sadly, you didn't even need to listen closely to know who they were about.

Kiyoomi Sakusa.

Your ex-boyfriend.

And the ace of the Itachiyama volleyball team.

In just two days, Fukurodani would be playing against them—against him.

Which meant your boyfriend Bokuto would be facing off against your ex.

The tension in the air was almost tangible. Everyone in your class seemed obsessed with the upcoming match, but instead of talking about the teams, the game, or the players' strengths, most of the gossip seemed to revolve around you.

»Y/n and Sakusa actually made a really good couple.«

»Sakusa's going to outshine Bokuto one day. I would've stuck with him.«

»Honestly, he's way better looking anyway.«

You'd heard it all before—whispers behind your back, stares when you walked by.

You were used to brushing things off. They didn't matter to you. Not anymore.

But Bokuto?

You weren't so sure he'd take it as lightly.

When the break finally started, you grabbed your bag and made your way through the hallways, already searching for the tall, loud-haired boy who had a tendency to wear his heart on his sleeve.

You didn't have to look long.

There he was—standing with Akaashi near the end of the corridor, arms crossed, brows furrowed, his whole posture radiating frustration. Akaashi was speaking to him in a low, calm voice, trying to soothe whatever was clearly brewing inside him.

Your heart sank a little. You already knew why.

»Y/n!« Bokuto's voice boomed as soon as he spotted you, his eyes lighting up with familiar warmth—only for that flicker of happiness to vanish again almost instantly.

He hurried toward you, waving his arms a little too dramatically. »Do you hear what everyone's saying?!«

His voice cracked with emotion, catching the attention of a few nearby students, but he didn't seem to care.

You hesitated for a moment, then nodded. »Yeah... I've heard it.«

You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks, not from shame—but from knowing how much it must be eating away at him.

Bokuto scoffed, dragging a hand through his hair as he stared at you. »Unbelievable. That crap about how you and Sakusa were better together? That he's gonna be more successful than me?«

He took a step closer, his golden eyes burning with frustration. »You left him. For a reason. And yet they act like it was some kind of mistake.«

You blinked, surprised by how serious his tone was.

»I'm not letting you go.« he said firmly. » Not for him. Not for anyone.«

He stepped behind you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you against his chest. The possessiveness in his touch didn't scare you—it made you smile. A soft laugh escaped your lips as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in like he needed the reassurance.

He kissed the skin just behind your ear before whispering, »Ignore them. Please.«

You turned your head slightly. »I am ignoring them. But you? You don't sound like you are.«

He sighed. »How can I? They're saying you downgraded. That I'm just some loud, dumb guy who'll never compare to Sakusa and his—his brooding silence and stupid curls.« 

You raised an eyebrow, suppressing another laugh. »His stupid curls?«

»Yeah! You heard me.« Bokuto pouted slightly, but his frustration was still clearly bubbling. »I swear, on Saturday? I'm gonna crush them. I'm gonna spike that ball so hard Sakusa won't know what hit him.«

You giggled. »I believe in you.«

» I know you do « he muttered. »That's why you're not coming.«

Your smile faltered. »Wait, what?«

»You're not coming to the match." Bokuto crossed his arms again. »No way I'm letting him see you.«

You stared at him. »Bokuto—how am I supposed to cheer you on if I'm not even there?«

He looked torn for a second, glancing away before saying, »I just... I don't want him looking at you like he still has a chance. Like he regrets losing you. I know what he's like. And I don't want to see that.«

Your heart softened at the honesty in his voice. You stepped closer and touched his arm. »You're being ridiculous.«

»I know « he groaned. »But I can't help it.«

You leaned in and whispered teasingly, »Maybe you should let me come. Just so Sakusa sees exactly what he lost.«

Bokuto blinked, then slowly smiled. »Shit, yeah. That's actually perfect.«

He looked at you like you were the sun itself. »You belong with me, Y/n.«

Then he leaned down and kissed you—slow, steady, and full of certainty.

And when you pulled away, a grin tugged at your lips.

»Oh yeah? Is that so?«

»Yeah « he whispered. »Because I belong to you.«

＃ Tetsurou Kuroo

You'd had to listen to it all week — over and over, even when you desperately tried not to.

You did everything you could to block it out. The voices behind your back, the glances exchanged in the hallways, the whispered comments that always seemed to get just loud enough for you to catch them.

Everyone was talking. Like it was their business.

As if they knew anything about what really happened.

As if you didn't already hate hearing that name.

Suguru Daisho.

It haunted you like a curse this week — like a shadow still clinging to your heels. As if he was still a part of you instead of someone you'd left behind.

And then there were the comments.

Not just about him — but about Kuroo.

»Suguru's clearly the better player.«

»Kuroo's got nothing on him.«

»No wonder they used to be a thing.«

You didn't even know who was worse — the ones saying it, or the ones just nodding along.

Tetsurou hadn't said a word about it. Not once.

But you weren't stupid — you knew he'd heard it too.

He was just good at pretending it didn't get to him.

But it did.

You could see it in the tightness of his jaw, the way he laced up his shoes more aggressively this morning, how his grip on his water bottle was just a bit too firm.

Today was the day of the match.

Your boyfriend playing against your ex — and for some reason, half your class was acting like it was a damn reality show finale.

»Hey, you coming?« Kuroo's voice broke through your thoughts as he reached for your hand.

You nodded, noticing the tension in his shoulders — trying to come off relaxed, but the way he pulled you in said otherwise.

»You look insanely good in my jersey « he muttered, flashing you a crooked grin as he wrapped his arm around your waist, tugging you closer until your sides touched.

There was something in his tone — proud, a little possessive, maybe even challenging.

»I'll see you after the game « you smiled, leaning in to kiss him quickly before heading to the stands — but Kuroo didn't let you go.

Instead, he started walking. With you.

Still holding your hand tightly.

You stumbled after him, surprised. Kuroo! What are you doing?«

He didn't answer, just kept walking — straight onto the court. Some players had already started warming up, and a few of them looked up as the two of you approached.

» I can't walk out there with you « you whispered, tugging on his arm. But he wasn't letting go.

And just like that, you were standing right in the middle of the court.

»You absolutely can be out here.« he said, finally releasing your hand and grabbing a ball.

»What am I even supposed to do here?« you asked, every cell in your body aware of the eyes on you.

»Just stand there « he said, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

»Stand here? «you repeated in disbelief.

He nodded.

»Yes, Y/N. Right there. Let him see you. Let him see what he lost.«

There it was. The jealousy — sharp, unfiltered, not even trying to hide anymore.

»So you did hear it all «  you murmured, shifting uncomfortably.

Kuroo let out a bitter chuckle.

»Of course I heard it. I've heard everything. The rumors, the comments, the crap about how the two of you 'made more sense.« 

He tossed the ball up, caught it again. Shook his head.

»Honestly? «he added, voice darker now, »I could break his nose just for the way he looked at you during warm-ups.«

You blinked at him, stunned.

»But then I remembered « he continued, turning to face you, eyes intense.

»His jersey would never, never look as good on you as mine does.«

That made you laugh — despite everything.

»Can I go now? «you asked quietly, hopeful.

Kuroo scoffed. »Not a chance. He already looked at you once, and I swear, I almost marched over right then.«

He stepped closer again, voice lower now — just for you.

»You have no idea how hard it is not to lose it when people talk about you like you're still his. Like he still has any right to you.«

Your heart fluttered at his words — raw, honest, even if a little over the top.

You stepped forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips. »Good luck, Tetsu.«

He smirked, but his eyes stayed serious.

» I don't need luck « he murmured.

» I need a lawyer. For when I'm done with that arrogant prick.«

You giggled. »You're overreacting.«

Kuroo raised an eyebrow. »I don't think I'm reacting nearly enough.«

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summary: Y/n comes home with a visible injury. He doesn’t need details — just one look, and he’s already tense. His silence holds worry, his touch holds care, and his voice carries a quiet promise: if someone hurt her, he’ll find out.

warnings: Protective Behavior ; Overprotective Partner ; Possessive Language (mild) ;Gentle Physical Touch (bandaging, kisses, hugs); Mutual Trust ; Slight Angst ;No Sexual Content

ft.: haruka sakura, umemiya hajime, suo hayato, ren kaji

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＃ Hakura Sakura

»I'm back!« you called out, setting the grocery bags down with a small sigh.

It didn't take long before Haruka appeared in the kitchen, silent as always. He walked up to you without saying a word and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. Then, without needing to be asked, he started helping you unpack.

You reached into one of the bags, but froze when you felt his gaze — sharp, intense, burning into your skin.

Turning your head, you found Haruka standing completely still, his eyes locked onto your hand. His entire posture had shifted. He was tense, his jaw clenched, shoulders rigid.

»What the hell happened to your hand?«

His voice was low, strained — the kind of calm that only masked deeper fury. He stepped forward and pointed to the two large bandages covering your fingers.

»Who did this?«

Before you could respond, he grabbed your hand gently but firmly and held it up to his face, inspecting every inch of it like he was ready to kill someone.

You let out a small laugh and pulled your hand back.

» Relax, it's nothing serious. « you said, hoping to calm him down.

» Nothing serious?« he repeated, disbelief flaring in his voice. » Half your hand is wrapped up like you fought a damn bear. Did someone tell you to say that to keep me calm?«

You couldn't help the small giggle that escaped you.

It was honestly sweet — how fiercely he cared, even if he didn't always know how to show it. Haruka wasn't a man of many words, but his love for you came out in other ways. In how quickly he was ready to go to war for you. In how hard it was for him to breathe when you were hurt.

»Y/n, if someone laid a hand on you—«

»Calm down «, you cut in, still laughing. »I burned myself making breakfast this morning.«

He stared at you, unconvinced.

»Seriously «, you assured him. » I spilled hot water while I was making tea. Nothing dramatic.«

You watched his expression shift, the tension in his face slowly melting away. He let out a quiet breath, eyes still on your hand.

»Does it hurt? « he asked, voice softer now — almost hesitant.

»Not really«, you said with a small shake of your head. »It looks worse than it is.«

He nodded once but said nothing.

Then, after a short pause, he added, quietly but firmly,

»If anyone ever hurts you... you'll tell me. No hesitation.«

There was no room for argument in his voice. It wasn't a request. It was a promise. And maybe a threat, too — just not for you.

»Yeah«, you smiled brightly and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. You felt the way his body froze ever so slightly, and when you pulled back, you caught the faint blush rising on his cheeks.

So much emotion in a man who rarely spoke it.

So much love — always.

＃Suo Hayato

Suo noticed every little change about you the moment you stepped through his door. New earrings, a different top—or, in this case, a black eye that your makeup couldn't quite hide.

He pulled you into a brief hug, brushing a gentle kiss against your lips.

But when his eyes met yours, his smile faded instantly.

Beneath your hands, you could feel his arms tense, and the way he looked at you shifted—concern darkening his expression, laced with the hint of restrained anger.

»Y/n... what happened?« he asked softly, his thumb brushing carefully across your bruised skin.

»Did someone hurt you? You know you can talk to me, right?«

You slipped off your shoes and tried to offer a reassuring smile.

»No, Suo, everything's fine«, you replied calmly, though it clearly wasn't enough for him.

He took your hand in his and ran his fingers slowly over it, voice a little firmer now.

» Y/n, who did this to you?« he asked, more seriously this time. » If someone laid a hand on you, I need to know. I can take care of it.«

Suo never had trouble speaking his mind—especially when it came to you.

He loved you out loud, with every word and every touch. He didn't hesitate to show you just how much he cared. If you ever needed reassurance, he'd give it to you a thousand times over.

You waved a hand dismissively, as if to brush the whole thing off.

»It's really not a big deal. Two guys got into a fight during class yesterday«, you explained, your voice a bit nervous as you looked up at him. »I tried to step in and stop them, and I caught an elbow to the face.«

His brows furrowed instantly, eyes scanning your bruise again.

» That must've been one hell of an elbow.« he murmured, concerned, before gently guiding you toward the kitchen.

»It looks worse than it is. « you assured him, watching as he opened the fridge and took out an ice pack. Wrapping it in a towel, he handed it to you with a soft, steady gaze.

»Here«, he said. »This'll help with the swelling.«

You gave him a grateful smile.

»Thanks, Suo.«

» I've told you before, haven't I?« he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. » You shouldn't get involved in stuff like that. You could've gotten seriously hurt. «

» I know «, you admitted quietly. » I just didn't want them to keep fighting.«

Suo looked at you for a moment—his expression softening, because this was exactly who you were. Always trying to help.

»Next time... please let them fight it out, okay?« he said gently. »I really don't want to see you hurt again.«

You nodded and rose onto your toes, pressing a kiss to his lips.

»Okay« ,you whispered. »I promise.«

＃Unemiya Hajime

»I'm back!« Hajime calls out as he steps outside, his voice light and full of excitement. »Man, I'm so ready to get these new tomatoes in the ground!«

He grins wide, carrying the pots in both hands, and sets them down beside you with a proud little nod.

You're standing by the garden bed, a bit of soil still clinging to your fingers. The afternoon sun warms your back.

»Everything go okay?« he asks, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the top of your head.

»Yeah, all good« you say with a small smile.

But his expression shifts. Just slightly.

His eyes flicker to your arm, and his grin falters.

Without a word, he steps closer, his brows pulling together. His gaze locks onto the dark bruise that stretches across your upper arm.

»Did someone hurt you?« he asks quietly, his voice calm but tight. There's something serious in it now—focused. Protective.

He gently takes your arm, turning it a little to get a better look.

»Was it because of me?« he adds, softer this time. His fingertips hover over the bruise like he doesn't want to make it worse.

You shake your head quickly.

»No, no! It's nothing «you say, pulling your arm back.

»It just looks bad.«

»Y/n...« he says, eyes narrowing slightly. »If anyone touched you, I'd want to know. You know I'd handle it.«

» It's really fine «, you insist, trying to sound more relaxed. »Two guys in class got into a fight. One of them got shoved and fell into me. I tripped and hit the cabinet.«

His shoulders relax a little at your explanation, and then he exhales—more like a sigh of relief. A smile tugs at his lips.

»A little clumsy, huh?« he chuckles, his tone lighter now.

»Guess I don't need to hunt anyone down today.«

You laugh quietly. »Just a dumb accident.«

He nods, though his eyes linger on you for a second longer.

»If it ever stops being an accident, you'll tell me, right? « he asks, his voice sincere.

»Of course « you say softly.

His smile returns in full then—warm, bright, and familiar.

»Alright then. Let's get these babies planted.«

＃ Ren Kaji

Ren was sitting in your room—massive headphones over his ears, a lollipop stuck between his lips, phone in hand, completely zoned out.

You had just gotten out of the shower. Dressed in nothing but a pair of shorts and a loose tank top, your towel was still wrapped around your damp hair as you stood in front of the mirror.

»What the fuck?!«

Ren's voice cut sharply through the room, full of sudden anger as he yanked off his headphones and shot you a glare.

You turned around, confused by his outburst.

»What is it?« you asked, hands on your hips.

»That « he snapped, pointing directly at your thigh. »What the hell is that?«

You glanced down at the purplish bruise blooming across your skin.

»Who the hell do I have to kill for that?«

His eyes blazed, and he looked like he meant it. He wasn't asking for dramatic effect—he was waiting. For a name. A reason to get up and do something about it.

»No one « you said quickly, turning back to the mirror like it wasn't a big deal.

»Oh yeah? So bruises like that just magically show up now?«

His voice was biting, low, and full of disbelief.

Ren had always had a short fuse—especially when it came to you. If someone hurt you, he wouldn't hesitate to step in. You knew that. You'd only have to whisper a name.

»No, I just... I fell.« you muttered, pulling the towel free from your hair and shaking the strands out.

Ren scoffed. »You don't get bruises like that from just falling.«

You cringed slightly. »I was out with Haruka and Akihiko yesterday... you know how they get when they're all hyped up.«

Through the mirror, you could see Ren's expression shift—still annoyed, but less on edge than before.

»There was a loose floorboard at that arcade place, and I tripped. I fell on my side..« You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly.

Ren let out a breath, quiet but long, the tension leaving his shoulders just a bit.

»Do you need something? For the pain or whatever?« he asked, eyes scanning the bruise one more time before he popped his headphones back on.

»No, I'm good « you said, giving him a small, grateful smile.

There was a pause before his voice came through again—quieter, but firm.

»If anyone ever does hurt you... you'd tell me, right?«

You nodded, smiling gently at him.

»I'd tell you.«

He didn't answer. Just nodded once, sucked on his lollipop, and sank back into whatever song was blasting through his headphones—like nothing had happened.

But you knew better.

He'd heard every word.

And he'd remember it.

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summary: Togame’s usually self-controlled— until you’re on your knees between his legs, hair tangled in his grip, lips stretched around his cock. Then he’s vocal, dominant, hungry for the sight of you undone, and determined to claim every inch of your mouth until you’re dripping in praise and shaking from the weight of his attention.

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He sat in front of you, legs spread wide on the couch, his hand tangled in your hair, your strands falling like silk across his bare thighs.

»Fuck, if only you could see yourself.« Togame’s voice was rough, low, thick with arousal.

His green eyes were darker than usual, almost black in the dim light, his long dark hair braided back, the glasses he’d worn all day now lying forgotten beside him. He looked wrecked and breathtaking—fresh from a long day of work and an evening out with Chōji, still half-dressed in a black button-down shirt and dark suit pants that clung to his long legs like sin.

You’d waited for him to come home. Wanted—no, needed—to make him feel good. Especially

looking like that.

Your hands trailed slowly up his thighs, fingertips brushing the skin just above the waistband of his pants, grazing over the ridges of his toned abdomen. You felt the way his muscles tightened under your touch, a low hiss escaping his lips as you pushed the shirt aside to explore more of him.

He didn’t take his eyes off you. Not even for a second.

His gaze pinned you in place—hungry, possessive, warm.

You let your hand slide lower, fingers curling around his cock—thick, heavy, already so hard for you. The weight of him in your palm made

your breath hitch.

You wet your lips, moved closer. Togame tightened his grip in your hair, wrapping the strands slowly around his fingers like he owned them.

»Relax your jaw.« he murmured, voice barely a breath.

And then your lips were around him, warm and soft and open. You took him in slowly, deeper, until you could feel the pressure at the back of your throat.

Your hand worked what your mouth couldn’t reach, moving in rhythm with the slow, wet pull of your tongue and lips.

»Goddamn.« he groaned, tugging on your hair just enough to make you gasp.

» You’re so fucking good at this. You can take more, yeah?«

You pushed yourself, inch by inch, swallowing around him until tears pricked the corners of your eyes. Your tongue swirled around him, your fingers tightening slightly at the base. Every sound he made vibrated through your chest like a reward.

»Fuck, Y/n.« he gasped your name like it was the only thing grounding him. His head tipped back, neck tense, throat exposed.

Then suddenly, he stood—pulling you with him until you were kneeling again, this time with his body towering over you.

Your hands rested gently on his thighs, fingers splayed protectively, bracing yourself.

»Can I fuck your pretty mouth?« he asked, but the way his hand tightened in your hair said he already knew the answer.

You looked up at him, lips swollen, eyes glossy, and nodded.

He groaned—low and deep—and rocked his hips forward. Slowly at first. Testing. Letting you adjust. You concentrated on your breathing, steady and patient, even as he pushed deeper.

»You’re taking me so well.«, he panted, voice rough and reverent. »You can give me a little more, can’t you?«

You moaned softly around him, the vibrations making him curse under his breath. He picked up the pace—deeper, harder, but never careless. Still holding your hair, still watching every little reaction on your face like it would undo him.

»Shit« he gasped. »So good. So fucking good for me.«

You felt his thighs begin to tremble under your hands, his stomach tightening, breath growing ragged. His rhythm faltered—sloppy, desperate now.

»Fuck« he choked out, jaw clenched. »I’m—«

He spilled into your mouth with a loud, broken moan. His entire body shook as you held him, swallowed, felt the warm taste of him coat your tongue. You didn’t stop until he had nothing left to give—just a trembling breath and your name on his lips.

When he finally pulled back, a slick string of spit still connected you, glistening in the dim light. You leaned forward once more, slowly, and dragged your tongue along the length of him—one final, deliberate lick—before swallowing again.

Togame collapsed back onto the couch behind him, chest rising and falling, utterly wrecked. He tugged you gently up to him and you let yourself be pulled into his lap, still breathing heavily against his skin.

He kissed your forehead, one hand cupping your jaw as his thumb traced the edge of your lips, slow and reverent.

»You were perfect« he whispered. »So fucking perfect.«

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