#CAN YOU IMAGINE excited hinata dragging kageyama around

[comfortyart]

Happy Pride Month 🐠🐟🦈

[darkmegs]

THEIR “FANGIRL” LIKES YOU, NOT HIM!! PT. 2 (sugawara koushi and iwaizumi hajime)

warning: x gn!reader, crack, shirtless suga, enjoy our cute boys. please let me know if there are any mistakes~

a/n: you lot seemed to really enjoy the first part so here’s part 2!!

[ part 1 (oikawa, atsumu & suna) ]

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

forever known as karasuno’s angel—which, by the way, was incredibly inaccurate—one can only imagine the heaps of girls his fandom fostered.

they would fawn over the pretty setter for both his looks and his charming personality, and even empathize with his situation of being replaced; this earned kageyama many glares from suga’s dedicated fan base, not that the oblivious first year noticed.

“we got it!!”

you, yachi, and kiyoko walked into the gymnasium, hauling the boxes of jerseys for the boys.

“wow!! it looks so cool!!!” hinata jumped with excitement.

“go on and try it on. let us know if it fits so we can make alterations in time for the inter-high tournament.” coach ukai told them, nodding towards the three of you managers.

“looks like i’m the star of the show,” noya declared, chest puffed out in pride. hinata gasped loudly, eyeing the orange set the libero had on.

suga laughed, taking his shirt off to try his jersey on. right on cue, a crowd of girls appeared by the gym windows, peering with watchful eyes at the scene ahead of them.

yachi tugged on your sleeve, “umm, senpai? those girls are here again…”

you looked up and spotted the sight. groaning, you handed your clipboard to yachi, “i’ll shoo them away.”

you marched towards the exit with purpose. once you stood there, you cleared your throat. the girls jumped like frightened cats and scurried against each other.

“ladies, is this any way to act? it’s creepy. do you want to make the boys uncomfortable?” you asked, with your hands on your hips.

they blinked.

“we’re only here for sugawara-san, not the boys!”

the crowd agreed, and you dragged your palm against your face. then, you heard the familiar voice of your boyfriend walking up behind you.

“hey, y/n. could you get this in a bigger size? it’s too tight around my biceps.”

wrong timing.

you sighed, “here we go.” suga only looked at you in confusion, before he heard the erupt squeals and chants the girls unleashed from seeing a shirtless sugawara right in front of them.

as you massaged your temples to ease the growing headache they were giving you, you failed to notice the girl walking up to you two.

“why are you standing so close?!”

you looked up and saw a first year, her eyesbrows furrowed together and her fists clenched in fury.

you and suga looked at each other. you opened your mouth to protest, but you didn’t get the chance to do anything when you felt her harshly tugging you towards her, making you stumble in your step. the girl wrapped her arm around your waist, steadying you in place. to prevent yourself from falling, your arms instinctively reached out to hang around her shoulders.

slowly, she raised an accusing finger at suga. “do you have no respect for y/n? with your sweaty body so close; you’ll taint my beloved’s honor!”

“your beloved?” suga repeated, tilting his head.

“have some decency and cover yourself up,” the girl told him, “or else your gym odor will dilute the scent of y/n’s shampoo.”

“my shampoo?” you asked, “do i even know—“

“emi-chan, from class 1-2. delighted to finally meet you, y/n-senpai.” she smiled, “though i am sorry i did not come to you earlier; i should have stopped this boy from besmirching your grace sooner!”

suga chuckled, “‘besmirching y/n’s grace’? i had no idea that was a thing.”

emi looked at him as though he were worth nothing, “yes, well, i don’t expect you to find fault in your actions, but just know that there is a fault.”

“oh my,” suga couldn’t help but find this ordeal amusing, he raised his arms up in faux surrender.

“and my lovely y/n must have rose-colored glasses on,” she turned to you, “when will you realize that he doesn’t deserve you?”

you blinked, “i—i like suga…a lot.”

sugawara blushed in the background, “aww thank you, angel. i like you a lot, too.”

emi pretended she didn’t hear him. “but..i like you a lot as well…won’t you like me, too?” she asked, her eyes slowly getting glossy.

“i’m sorry, emi, but i don’t know anything about you. besides your interest in my choice of shampoo, of course.” you said.

her bottom lip quivered, “oh…”

she gently let go, allowing you to stand up straight and flatten your clothes down. she looked tragically dejected, and you felt a bit bad.

“suga-senpai.” she eventually spoke up, her eyes darkly casted on the ground.

“…yes?”

“take care of y/n. if i see you staining their honor again, you’ll be hearing from me.” she told him.

suga nodded, “roger that. i wouldn’t want to feel your wrath, emi-chan.”

“i didn’t give you permission to call me that. it’s sato-san to you.”

suga saluted her, “yes, ma’am—i mean, sato-san.” he was having too much fun with this.

she nodded, approvingly. “you might be karasuno’s angel, but you’re the devil in my eyes.” she said, striding away from the gym with confidence.

sugawara leaned in closer to you with a mischievous smirk, “well, at least she’s right about that.”

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

he couldn’t believe it himself, honestly.

iwaizumi was so used to oikawa having all the pretty girls’ attention. his breath hitched when he first heard about it from matsukawa and hanamaki. the two swear they saw iwa blushing that day.

but iwaizumi was more than infatuated with you; he barely paid any heed towards his fangirls. you often giggled, telling him it was fine to talk to them whenever he was approached after a game. but he would always shake his head, wrapping his strong arms around you and muttering a low, ‘your attention is enough for me.’

“tooru-kun!!”

iwaizumi rolled his eyes. before every match, the seijoh cheerleaders passed by and flirted with their suave captain. the wing spiker found it incredibly irritating and he began walking away just like every other time, when some of the cheerleaders made their way to him.

“iwa!!”

he turned around and saw two cheerleaders approaching him. they waved, an unmistakable blush coating their cheeks.

“hi, iwa-kun…” one greeted.

the other giggled, “why are you so formal? i’m sure senpai is fine with us calling him haji. right, haji?”

iwaizumi cleared his throat loudly, feeling uncomfortable at the pet name; only you called him that. he heard oikawa’s teasing laughter, and he didn’t hesitate to throw a water bottle at the immature setter.

“who’s that?” iwaizumi quickly tried to change the topic, noticing a cowering girl standing behind them. it took the two girls a few seconds to snap out of their daze; too busy staring at iwa to register his words.

“eh? oh th-that’s hina-chan.”

iwaizumi nodded, as one of the girls grew bolder and leaned in to whisper in his ear, “she’s shy.”

the girl—hina—realized iwaizumi was looking at her and scurried away. the girls snickered, “she talks about you during practice; always asking questions about you and y/n.”

iwaizumi couldn’t care less if some girls were gossiping about him, but when you were involved, he had to intervene.

“oh yeah? and what does she say about y/n?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“hmm,” the girl tapped her chin in thought, “things like ‘why are they together?’ or ‘he shouldn’t be with them!’ and so on.”

iwaizumi could practically feel the vein in his forehead popping, a low growl scratching the back of his throat. his eyes immediately tried to find you, only to spot hina-chan talking to you.

he immediately jogged over to you, spotting the frown you wore on your face as hina spoke with burning fervor.

“and what’s going on here?” he asked, instantly wrapping an arm around you protectively.

hina looked away and huffed, “nothing.”

“really? you seemed to have been terrorizing y/n from the looks of it.”

her eyes widened, “i would never terrorize my darling y/n!”

now iwaizumi was incredibly confused. he thought hina was harassing you about him like a crazed fangirl but he seemed to have been greatly misled.

“ha?” he asked. you quickly held onto his arm to explain, “haji—“

“y/n shouldn’t be with you! y/n should be with me! i was only trying to prove how hostile you are!”

if iwaizumi wasn’t angry before, he sure was now. him? hostile? with you?!

“i’ll have you know i treat y/n with the upmost respect and care. a-at least i hope y/n knows i do…” he scratched the back of his head. “but i’d never be aggressive with them!” he grumbled, folding his arms over his chest with a scornful huff.

hina gasped, “but you threw a water bottle at oikawa-san! that’s very aggressive if you ask me!”

iwa scoffed, “that’s because he’s an idiot.”

deciding to speak up, you pulled iwaizumi closer to you. “hina…haji is a very good boyfriend. he treats me very well—he’s such a gentleman, really. he would never lay a finger on me, not a chance. so, you shouldn’t worry about him being “hostile” towards me, because he would never do such a thing.”

iwaizumi felt his ears burn at your words, and he cleared his throat in an attempt to swallow down his flustered feelings. you smiled as he lifted his hand up to cover his reddening face.

“i-i see…”

the pair of you watched as hina’s cheeks started heating up, her legs awkwardly shuffling in place as she gripped onto the ends of her skirt.

“i am s-so sorry, iwaizumi-senpai! i seem to have misunderstood…my sincerest apologies, i won’t bother you or y/n again!!” and with that, she ran back to her fellow cheerleaders, hiding behind them as tears started forming in her eyes due to embarrassment.

“she seemed really sweet,” you commented, turning to iwaizumi.

he nodded, still feeling a bit shy. you only grinned and poked his side playfully, “good luck on the game, haji. play well for me, okay?”

he coughed loudly, “right.” he said, before stalking back to his trio of friends, who were currently clutching their stomachs in a fit of laughter.

you heard a distant “who are you laughing at, dumbass?”, followed by a harsh thud, accompanied with the captain’s cry for help.

sorry for being so inactive, folks. i’m wrapping up my last semester and graduating soon so it’s been pretty hectic but i hope you enjoyed this short post hehe, till next time!

thanks for calling darkmegs!!

[morallygreyyn]

when the haikyuu boys want cuddles (hc)

warnings: none

characters: kageyama, oikawa, akaashi, kenma (setter squad)

authors note: here’s another headcanon post bc apparently this is how i’m spending my summer

requests are open!

this boy is so awkward pls help him

would rather die than ask for a hug

but….he really wants one

like its been a very long day and he wants one

so he tries to find you after school and when he finally spots you walking towards him smiling and waving

let’s just say his brain malfunctions kinda like it does at the mention of exams

how is he ever gonna ask now that you’re actually here?

he definitely didn’t think this far ahead seeing as he forgot he’d actually have to ask you

ya no

quickly turns around and begins briskly walking away

you catch up and grab his arm

the look on his face makes you pause and laugh

you know that face he makes when hinata misses his set at nationals because he was so excited about the jump?

this one

yeah i imagine it’s something like that

from that face alone you know he wants something that he doesn’t want to admit out loud

so you drag his ass to the side of the school where no one can see you two

“what is it?”

no way is he gonna answer that question

so he just kind of awkwardly stands there, tugging your sleeve and shuffling on his feet

you got the message

“come here then you big baby.” you open your arms for him

“HUH?” he yells but you pull him in for a hug, cutting him off 

he was instantly calm, though he did grumble slightly about not being a baby

buries his face in your shoulder

“you know, you don’t have to ask for hugs.” you remind him

does he know this? yes

is he ever gonna stop being awkward about it? probably not

i feel like oikawa would be an incredibly cuddly person so i don’t think asking for a hug is anything new to him

is probably very whiny vocal about his need for affection

slightly childish in the way he goes about asking

so when he sees you talking to your friends in the hall, he rushes up to you

“y/nnnnnnn”

“what now?”

“gimme a hug.”

“no please?”

“pleeaasseeee”

rolling your eyes, you apologise to your friends before being all but dragged away by this man child

of course you know that he was only like this in front of other people so when it was just the two of you alone, his attitude changes

he stands in front of you, kind of apologetic

“i’m quite stressed.” is all he says for you to get the message

ever the understanding partner, you quickly enveloped oikawa in an embrace, wondering just how far he’d pushed himself this time

you ran your fingers through his hair, trying to melt his stress away

“please try not to push yourself, i don’t want you collapsing on me again.”

oikawa doesn’t respond because he knows he won’t take your advice, he only hopes you’ll stay by his side regardless

is very good at knowing everyone’s wants and needs but when it comes to his own they’re a very low priority

would probably benefit from having a partner who is very attune to his feelings

he would be in class focusing on what the teacher was saying but he would also be quietly thinking how nice it would be to receive a hug from you after school

he had been studying nonstop and needed some kind of comfort and you were always his go to option whenever he needed a safe space

so he would seek you out after school, waiting patiently for you at the gates

it wasn’t uncommon for akaashi to walk you home like the gentleman he was so you weren’t really surprised to see him waiting

what did surprise you was when he asked if he could stay at your house for a bit

“don’t you have to study?”

yes akaashi would usually go straight home to study but he knew the importance of breaks and if he wanted to avoid a burnout then a few hours with you would do him the world of good

he didn’t have to tell you that he needed some comfort, you just knew

on the walk back to your house you would softly tell him about your day, anything to distract him from his stress

akaashi was a very good listener and knew exactly the right things to say to keep the conversation going

your stories were helping distract him, just like he knew they would

you excelled in calming him down

when you reached your house, you lead him to your room and quickly wrapped him in your arms

he sighed, already feeling much better

a calmness washed over him and he could never thank you enough for providing him with the security and comfort that he needed

though he promised that he would try to repay you

however long that takes

like kageyama, i feel like kenma would rather swim with sharks than ask for a hug

but this poor bby loves them so what is he to do

i feel like he would never admit it but he really really loves affection

seriously this would be something he takes to his grave

you would probably just have to be forward and take the initiative to start things because kenma would  n e v e r

he’s also very introverted so i feel like he would thrive being with someone extroverted but also not exhausting

this boy’s social battery runs out fast

but if you’ve been together for a while, his social battery won’t count for you

so when kenma finds himself quickly becoming exhausted, he kinda sticks by you a lot more 

you know his needs like the back of your hand so when you notice that he hangs by your side a lot more, you know this boy needs to recharge

preferably with games and affection though you knew he would never admit that last part

so you go back to his house after school

you both curl up in oversized comfy clothes (you leave a spare set at his house for times like these) (you have to because kenma is tiny and nothing of his would ever be oversized on you)

you both lie on his bed, his head on your chest, your fingers in his hair

his eyes close in relaxation 

he would never admit it but he really loves quiet cuddling sessions with you, they’re some of his favourite times/memories with you

you knew this so he never felt the need to voice it

but when you kiss the top of his head and whisper “i love you”

he gets really close

[dream-a-little-longer-3]

How would these characters be as your boyfriend: (part 3/?)

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Kageyama Tobio

•Clueless baby

•he has no idea that he's fallen in love,nor that he likes someone

•he just thinks liking someone,means being friends with them for him

•so when he falls in love with you,he gets confused

•yeah sure,he likes you,just like how he likes Daichi, Sugawara and Asahi

•but his hands doesnt get clammy or his heart doesnt beat too fast when he sees his senpais

•he always tries of course,but he doesnt get the need to show off when he's with everyone else

•but when you're around,he feels more excited

•like he's in a big match;needing to try his best

•and like everything else,he starts doing researches;asking others what falling in love feels like

•and when he understands what he's feeling,he immediately seeks you out

•and with the most serious face,confesses to you

•dating Kageyama is a whole new experience for you

•you teach him lots of things since its all new to him,and of course ,he starts bringing you to his practices more often

•something about you cheering for him on the side,makes him more fired up

•and when the practice ends,and you take his hand in yours to walk home,and smile up at him

•Kageyama feels like he can run a marathon

Hinata Shoyo

•Just like Kageyama, Hinata will be clueless as hell

•this ball of energy is usually excited at every little thing

•but whenever he sees you,he becomes like a puppy who hasnt seen his owner for years

•Hinata loves to drag you to the gym and make you sit down and watch him try his new moves

•and if you think he and Kageyama were competitive before;when Hianata brings you around,they become even worse

•his energy never ending,and by the time he takes a break,its already dark outside and you're watching him with your eyes half closed

•Hianata used to listen to his mother talk about how people fell in love

•so after taking his time;Hinata knows that he's fallen in love

•he confesses to you one of those nights when its late and he's walking you home

•He tells you his feelings with serious,but excited eyes

•and when you tell him about your feeling,he woohoos so loud,it echoes through the night

•Hianata come and picks you up every morning from that day on

•and when you ride on his bike with him;with your hands wrapped around his shoulders or waist

•he knows he can win any match,with you by his side

Yamaguchi Tadashi

•a complete blushing mess

•as soon as Yamaguchi realizes his feelings for you,He cant stop himself from stuttering whenever he sees you

•he cant count the times he got hit by the ball in the face when he just heard others mention you

•so you must imagine how he gets when you show up at the gym as he's about to throw the ball

•he gets smacked by Tsukishima alot for this,and when Hinata pushes him forward,he gets a moment of confidence

•and confesses to you right out of the blue

•he's so shocked by his own outburst that he bows to apologize,when he feels your body crash against his

•your own confession makes him blink, unexpected,and suddenly blushing while embracing you back

•from that day on,dont expect him to suddenly not mess up at the gym whenever you enter

•but,he does become more confident

•your presence always warms his heart,and he finds himself enjoying his practices more

•its a blessing,to have someone like you, supporting him even when the skies turn dark

[rocorambles]

A Hell of a Good Start

Pairing: Kageyama x Reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Fluff and Smut, Insecure reader, Kageyama is a socially awkward sweetheart

Summary: It's hard not to feel self-conscious when your boyfriend is arguably one of Japan's most attractive professional athletes. But Kageyama is there to prove that there's absolutely nothing for you to be insecure about. 

A/N: Dedicating this to @shoyokuns for all the bullying I've put her through since April Fool's 🤣😘

It was only hours after the handsome dark haired man stuttered out some words and chucked a canned latte in your hands, shoving a crumpled piece of paper in your hands, that you realized you had been asked out. And even then you could hardly believe your eyes as you stared at the numerical digits and name scrawled across the receipt. 

Kageyama Tobio 

He’s a regular at your cafe and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t taken notice of him. How could you not when he towers above most other Japanese citizens, striking blue eyes and muscular body attracting the attention of many others than just yourself. And if his physical appearance alone wasn’t enough for him to stand out, his usual order definitely would have definitely seared itself into your mind as unusual. 

When you had first seen the scowl that seemed to be glued on his face, you had been ready to just pour a hot cup of black coffee. So imagine your surprise when he orders the sweetest latte on the menu, requesting extra milk despite the fact that the white liquid already makes up most of said drink. But oddly it makes sense as he shyly mutters a thank you in a low gruff voice and you realize that he’s just been cursed by a bad case of RBF.  

It just makes sense to start having longer small talks and conversations with him, considering how you see him everyday, and although it’s usually fairly one-sided, with little nods of affirmation and grunts of acknowledgement from your customer, you find yourself enjoying his company. 

You’ve always been told you’re too nosy and curious for your own good, but one day you can’t help but ask about the sports duffel he carries with him all the time, blinking with wide eyes and shaking your head side to side when he gapes at you, incredulously asking you if you really don’t recognize the team name or logo. The two of you once again have a one-sided conversation, but this time it’s you silently listening and learning, staring at him in amazed amusement as he rambles on and on about volleyball and the Schweiden Adlers. And maybe, just maybe, you can feel a little flutter in your heart as you listen to him go on and on, passion and love evident in his gleaming eyes. 

Sports have never been a big part of your life, but you find yourself leaving the volleyball channel on in the background whenever you’re home after that encounter, almost tripping over yourself to get to your couch when you hear Kageyama’s name announced on television, jaw dropping in disbelief when you see ad after ad of reputable companies and famous products using him to market their goods. Turns out your new acquaintance is a much much bigger deal than you had thought. 

You tell yourself that what you feel for him is just a little work crush, just a temporary thing that will fade away over time. But it doesn’t, only getting stronger as he begins to open up, beaming in excitement when you shyly tell him you watched some of his matches on TV and although you don’t really understand the sport, you think he looked pretty amazing on the court. It’s easy to believe and hope that it’s mutual interest, when it’s just the two of you alone in that small cafe, but every time you see his face in magazines and billboards across the city, reality sinks in, and you shove your feelings deep down. What could a professional athlete possibly see in you? 

A lot more than you had thought, you realize, as you shakily save the digits to your phone, praying to anyone who’s listening that this isn’t just a cruel prank when you press the call button, almost dropping your device in relieved surprise when a familiar voice greets you over the line. 

The rest is history as you begin to attend his matches in person and are officially introduced to his teammate, Ushijima Wakatoshi, leaving you wondering if social awkwardness is contagious, but heart warming from your first video chat with Hinata Shoyo, your boyfriend’s best friend, although Kageyama would rather have a ball spiked to his head before ever referring to the orange-haired athlete as such. 

Your relationship is sweet, albeit chaotic at times as both of you learn the ropes of dating each other. It never ceases to amaze you that despite how fiery and commanding your lover is on the court, he’s truly a lost puppy just trying to do his best in your dating life. Thank God for how genuine and pure his intentions are, how he never leaves you in doubt about how much he loves and cares for you, even if his actions and words don’t always portray it. And you let out a fond yet exasperated chuckle every time he puts his foot in his mouth around you, giggling in amusement when he immediately tries to backtrack, stuttering and tripping over his words as he tries to apologize and retry wording his compliments and concerns. 

But unlike his social mishaps, his physical aptitude seems to stretch farther than just the court and you’re left a flustered mess when calloused hands so naturally find themselves interlaced with yours, when a broad chest is pulling you in for a hug almost like second nature. There’s not a single bit of hesitation or timidness as he holds you close, easily burying his face and nose in the crook of your neck, finding comfort in your presence. And this time it’s him who leads the charge as soothing affectionate caresses become more intimate and sensual, until you’re tumbling into bed with him one night. 

Kageyama doesn’t have a ton of experience, but what he lacks in that department, he more than makes up for with natural instincts and sharp calculating eyes. It’s almost unreal how attune he is to every little sound and movement you make, discovering places inside and outside of you that even you didn’t know could make you react so viscerally. But you’re thankful for his naivety, thankful he never thinks to question why you always insist on keeping the lights off, why you always distract him when he tugs on the hem of your shirt, why you always position yourself so that your stomach and face are turned away from him as he takes you from behind.  

It’s hard not to be insecure about your body when you’re around a professional athlete like Kageyama and you know he doesn’t mean anything by it other than to make sure you’re staying healthy when he questions what you eat, know that he loves how you look regardless of the fact that you’re nowhere near as in shape as he is. But when you see the pretty fangirls who fawn over your boyfriend, when you see the gorgeous models he poses with in advertisements, it’s impossible not to compare. And when the both of you are naked and you see his rippling muscles and Adonis-like figure, all your self-doubts bubble to the surface, boiling and burning you in their wake. 

He thinks these things are just your preference and he wants nothing more than to make sure you feel as comfortable and good as possible, so he follows your lead, hands immediately shying away from your shirt when you bring his hands to grope your breasts from over the fabric and ignoring the pout playing on his lips when he can’t see you as clearly as he wants in the dim lighting. 

But when he begins to practice with the Japan national team, quietly sipping on his own drink as his teammates get drunk and rowdy at a team happy hour one night, he furrows his brows questioningly as Atsumu and Bokuto ramble on about their sex lives. It’s no surprise to anyone, himself included, that Atsumu prefers it wild in bed, testing out and experimenting with different positions. But what does surprise him is when Bokuto emphatically shakes his head and excitedly rants about how underrated good old vanilla missionary sex is, how there’s something so intimate and beautiful about being able to stare into each other’s eyes as you make love to each other, only to be lightheartedly jeered at and teased for being a romantic by some members of the team. 

Yet Kageyama doesn’t pay them any mind, too focused on trying to piece together this new piece of information he’s learned. Missionary? Looking at each other’s faces? Romantic? Intimate? He had assumed that it wasn’t something people liked. You certainly didn’t seem to enjoy the position or eye contact during sex in general. But Bokuto’s eyes had literally sparkled as he had shouted about it and you had always fondly told Kageyama in secret what a romantic sap the owl-like man is. Had he been reading your signals and body language wrong all this time? Were you not enjoying the intimate nights you spent together? 

No, that can’t be true and he flushes a bit, remembering your pretty whimpers and lewd moans he’d dragged out of you, the screaming of his name as your body convulsed around him. No, you have been feeling good. He does make you feel good! But then why...why does it feel like he’s missing something? 

He’s never been subtle and it’s obvious he’s still deep in thought when he retires to his shared hotel room with Iwaizumi. The green-eyed trainer stares at the setter curiously, unsure whether or not to directly question Kageyama about what’s bothering him. They’ve become much closer ever since reconnecting on the national team and Iwaizumi is fond of the younger man, despite Oikawa’s squawking and whining whenever he even hears the ex-Karasuno setter’s name. But despite their new blossoming friendship, some things don’t change. Kageyama and Iwaizumi have always erred on the more reserved side of the social scale, so the spiky haired ex-ace resigns to stay silent, allowing the setter to come to him as he wishes. 

Except Kageyama approaches much sooner than he thought he would and Iwaizumi is stunned speechless by the blunt wording and topic of his question. 

“Does your girlfriend like missionary sex?” 

There’s silence as blue and green eyes just stare at each other, one pair laced with steely resolve, the other filled with shock and confusion. In any other scenario, Iwaizumi would wonder if this was a joke, maybe even be affronted and scowl at how rude and personal the question is. And yet, as he scans Kageyama over, sees the genuine curiosity and determination in his eyes, he just sighs, wondering how he managed to end up being the trainer of so many social deviants. 

“Yes, sometimes.” 

“How often do you guys have missionary sex?”

“Are you- Are you taking notes?!”

There’s wrestling, some grunts and growling, a smack on the head, and then there’s silence as Iwaizumi questioningly looks at the younger athlete who’s rubbing his sore forehead, silently demanding answers as he holds the pad of paper and pen Kageyama had been dutifully writing on hostage. He wonders if maybe he should take it easy on him, almost considering this a lost cause, but then words are spilling out of Kageyama’s mouth and he quietly listens, a small knowing smile slipping on his face as the setter nervously explains everything, blushing as he discusses his sex life with his ex-senpai. And then it’s Iwaizumi’s turn to talk, and Kageyama hopefully smiles at the older man when the trainer grins at him, clamping a strong hand on his shoulder reassuringly, telling him that he just needs to talk to you about it and that he’s sure everything will be just fine once you two discuss it over. 

But he is a bit confused by the last word of advice his senpai gives him. 

“And Kageyama, make sure you remind your girlfriend that you think she’s beautiful.” 

Of course you’re beautiful. Perfect, really. Why would he need to tell you that? Isn’t it obvious?

Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, an amused grin on his face when he sees the clear confusion on Kageyama’s face at his parting words. But he sleeps easy, confident that the two of you will be just fine.  

You’re not sure what’s transpired at Kageyama’s latest training camp with the Japan national team, but you can feel your lover’s eyes practically piercing you with how hard they study you, relentlessly trailing your figure, an unsaid question heavy in the air. The tension is thick and you tiptoe around the elephant in the room, wondering exactly what has your boyfriend so on edge and just when it becomes unbearable, just when you’re about to confront him directly, he moves first and it takes every reflex you have not to drop the cup of water you have in your hand. 

“You’re beautiful.” 

Kageyama is not expecting or ready for the torrential flood that is now running from your eyes and all he can do is rush towards you, clutching you tightly in his arms, apologizing profusely (although he’s unsure exactly what he should be sorry about). But blubbered words escape alongside the salty tears and the athlete listens to every syllable, arms almost crushing you, fingers digging almost painfully into your skin, his own heart shattering when he hears the self-doubt and self-hate you’ve been suffering through alone. And soon both of you are sobbing messes as Kageyama tells you over and over again how beautiful you are, how perfect you are, how he loves you just the way you are, repeating himself until his throat is sore and you’re pushing the glass of water you had set aside to his dry lips. 

This time as he gently pulls you with him towards your shared bedroom, he adjusts the lights until he can clearly see you, slowly coaxing you with reassuring kisses and tender caresses until he feels the tension in your shoulders relax. Neither of you can keep count of just how many times Kageyama tells you how beautiful you are, but it’s never enough for your greedy praise-starved ears and he softly smiles at how you seem to relax and melt more and more into his touches with every praise that falls from his lips. He doesn’t stop praising you as he gradually pushes the fabric of your shirt up, only pausing to intimately kiss, taste, and touch every inch of newly exposed skin he’s privy to. But then there’s silence when he finally hooks the material off of you and he just stares, breath caught in his chest as he takes in the sight of you laid completely bare before him for the first time. 

Your hands move to cover yourself, face turning away, unable to hold his intense gaze, feeling so vulnerable and exposed. But your neck whips back to look above you when calloused hands carefully, but firmly grasp your wrists, laying them back down besides you, eyes still roaming over your naked figure. Your heart races at the love and hunger you see in cobalt eyes and suddenly you can’t tear your eyes away from him, lost in endless blue. 

It’s almost sinful how good it feels, how much more sensual the slowness and explorative nature of your skin on skin dance feels and you curse yourself for having denied yourself this pleasure all this time as Kageyama’s lips swallow your hardened nipples, hot tongue circling and lapping at the sensitive bud, sucking in a way that has you writhing underneath him, whimpering when you see hazy blue eyes lustfully studying you. And when he finally enters you after what feels like a lifetime of foreplay and teasing, your body more riled up than it’s ever been, humiliating whines for more slipping past your lips, too filled with desire to be even remotely self-conscious, you swear you almost cum just from his cock sliding balls deep inside of you. 

The two of you have arguably done filthier things, his cock reaching even deeper inside of you when he has you on all fours doggy-style underneath him, when you’re riding on top of him in reverse cowgirl. But as your eyes lock onto each other while you’re connected below, both of you can’t deny that there’s a new level of intimacy, of arousal, that makes even the most minute movements feel amplified, every shift of hips and the slightest brushes of skin against skin flooding both of you with dizzying pleasure. 

There’s no rush or urgency to completion like there normally is when the two of you chase your ends and it’s a slow and gradual crescendo, every note and every key painstakingly and reverently played. Hips slowly grind against each other, Kageyama’s cock dragging against your sopping wet walls, lips melding against each other as you languidly kiss each other all the while. You can feel a powerful buildup rising inside of you, something fuller, more overwhelming than even the mind blowing pleasure Kageyama always bestows upon you. And when he pulls his mouth away from yours, laces his fingers with yours as his hips begin to increase their pace, snapping harder as he feels his own end approaching, he bends down and murmurs into your ear, a mantra of how beautiful you are, how much he loves you. 

That’s all it takes, that low baritone voice filling your senses, his words the last push you need. You’re free falling, convulsing, gripping him tightly, walls clamping down around his pistoning cock and he loses any control or restraint he had as he desperately observes you, trying to brand every twitch of your face, every sound you make into his memory. If he thought you were beautiful before, you’re absolutely breathtaking like this, a face expression so purely filled with your essence, so raw, so unimpeded by any inhibitions. And he joins you over that pleasurable cliff, ignorant of how your own eyes just as greedily take in the sight of his chiseled face contorted in bliss, Adama’s apple on full display as he throws his head back. 

The two of you bask in the post-coital haze, bodies feeling boneless as Kageyama carefully lays slightly to the side of you, lower bodies still intimately connected, one of his legs thrown over yours as he affectionately holds your still trembling body to his, both of you panting and melting into the cushioned mattress. It feels safe and comforting in his arms and you allow yourself to nuzzle even closer to him, almost sinking into his warmth and letting exhaustion overtake you. 

But as the leftover tendrils of pleasure begin to fade away, your senses become more alert and you nervously bite your lower lip, the exposed nature of your still naked figure suddenly all too apparent to you. You subtly reach for the blankets, trying not to accidentally awaken the slumbering man still tucked against you as you attempt to cover yourself, eyes darting around for your clothes, desperate to hide yourself and shield your body from view once again. 

Old habits and insecurities don’t just change overnight after all. 

You’re so focused on your tasks at hand that you don’t notice blue eyes blearily blinking, trying to make sense of all the little shuffling that had awakened him. But you yelp when you’re suddenly made immobile by two strong arms wrapping tightly around you, pulling you snugly against a toned chest once more. 

“Tobio! Let me go put on pajamas at least.”

You flush when Kageyama pointedly stares down at his own completely naked body before staring at yours, a deadpan expression on his face as he inquisitively gazes at you. 

“I- Uh...I’m cold! Yeah, I’m cold-”

There’s nothing convincing in your tone as you stammer out the excuse, too embarrassed to voice the real reason out loud when Kageyama had done nothing but reassure you and make you feel like the most stunning woman in the world, even if it was just temporary. But before you can spiral any further, your thoughts are cut off by a fluffy comforter blanketing and enveloping both Kageyama and you, the setter already re-closing his eyes after deeming you sufficiently tucked in and “covered”, although your self-consciousness begs to differ as your bare skin brushes against your lover. 

You open your mouth to protest, but as if sensing your thoughts, one blue eye peeks open and you’re silenced by a stern “go to sleep”, strong arms wrapping around you even more tightly than before, keeping you still. And you can’t help but smile, shaking your head in fond exasperation as Kageyema’s stubbornness wins out over any self-doubt festering inside of you this time around, letting yourself find peace and security in his arms. 

Old habits and insecurities don’t just go away overnight, but this is a hell of a good start.

[bokuroskitten]

imagine teasing one of the boys by wearing fishnets or tights, then they rip it off you and gag you with it. one in your mouth and the other wrapped around ur head to keep it in

*brb drooling all over the floor* 🤤😵‍💫

Gets very excited that you’re wearing the tights but doesn’t say anything until the two of you are already out. Will run his fingers over the sheer material, even lift it off your skin and let it snap back. Waits until your a bit flush and squirming before he drags you off into the bathroom. Your gasps and protests are quickly muffled as he shoves the ripped fabric between your lips, using one end as a makeshift leash to pull you in closer every time he sinks his cock deeper into your drooling pussy. “Look at you, pretty baby. I know you only wear these things when you want a good fuck. So, is this what you wanted?”

↳ KUROO, Oikawa, Atsumu, Suna, SUGAWARA, Kageyama, TERUSHIMA, Issei, Kenma, Nishinoya, ARAN

Doesn’t really take mind that your wearing them, used to you wanting to dress up from time to time. It’s only when you start acting up a bit while the two of you are out that he uses them to his advantage. Rips them off clean, ignoring your protests and grabbing your jaw. Pinching your cheeks together he shoves the fabric between your lips until your gagging, eyes watering. His rough touch doesn’t stop there as he wraps the material around your head to keep it in place, free hand already landing a spank on your cunt. “Wanna act like a fucking brat? Fine. I’ll treat you like one. Maybe this will teach you to shut the fuck up.”

↳ AKAASHI, tsukishima, Osamu, Kita, DAICHI, Tendou, Iwaizumi, USHIJIMA, Meian, Kyoomi, YAKU.

Doesn’t make it out of the house tbh. He just thinks those pretty tights look too good. He bites your thighs through the material, hard enough to leave marks in your skin before his ripping away at it with his teeth. The material is pushed between your lips with two fingers, the rest being used to keep the makeshift gag in place as he struggles to free himself from his pants. Sinks into your pretty cunt as soon as he can, getting pussy drunk simply off the way you whine into the material, clench up around his dick. “Fuck— fuck baby I’ll buy you a new pair, promise. Just can’t help myself, needa have ya right now.

↳ BOKUTO, hinata, Yamaguchi, MAKKI, Asahi, Konoha, GOSHIKI, Daisho, Semi, KYOUTANI.

[ichigoromi]

Older sister things | Tsukishima Kei Headcanon| Haikyuu Headcanons

Imagine Tsukki having an older sister, that is a scene that I would love to see. I normally write about dating and stuff and imagine Tsukki with an older sister is certainly a fun headcanon to write.

At the time of writing, I have just ended my second exam and it did not go well. I'm writing this to comfort myself.

I'll be referring Tsukki as Kei and older bro Tsukishima as Akiteru to avoid confusion with the Tsukishimas.

Hope y'all enjoy this~!

Tsukishima Kei

You are two years older than Kei and three years younger than Akiteru.

The only girl in the family and the middle child.

Unlike your two brothers, who are volleyball players, you were a competitive swimmer.

You got scouted and moved to a prestigious high school popular for its sports program in Tokyo.

On the weekends, you travel back to Miyagi to visit your family.

Akiteru dotes on you and Kei, but he pays more attention to Kei since he is the youngest.

When you come back home, you always buy Kei's favourite strawberry shortcake from one of the popular dessert shops in Tokyo.

Only Yamaguchi knows about you since he is over at the Tsukishiam residence quite often.

It was the summer break, and you had a week off from your training, so you decided to come back and rest at home.

Only your mother knows that you are coming back and got your father to fetch you from the train station.

Akiteru will be back in two days while Kei has training camp and will be back in three days.

The summer festival in your town was coming up, and your mother has already ordered in advance a yukata for you.

Even though you came back to rest, you still did your regular training and swim every day.

There was one day that you were out jogging, Yamaguchi saw you and pointed out to Kei.

He brushed Yamaguchi because he thought you were in Tokyo busy training for your upcoming competitions.

Yamaguchi was sure that you were jogging because how could he miss the blonde hair of the Tsukishimas?

Soon the summer festival came, and the whole family is almost here.

Kei was surprised to see you and lets you hug him.

You were dressed in your yukata, dark red yukata with a simple pattern, giving you an effortless and beautiful traditional look.

Soon. You and Akiteru were dragging Kei along with you to the summer festival.

"Nee-san, can you stop pulling me? It's embarrassing." The three Tsukishima siblings were garnering stares because the three of them were all so tall.

You ignored him and hook your arm around him. His teammates were surprised to see the pretty girl linking arms with their snarky middle blocker.

"Tadashi!" You waved excited at him, and he shyly waved back.

"Kei, introduce me to your friends! It's rare to see my baby brother have made so many friends~." You pinched his cheeks, and his teammates gaped at him.

You two were nothing alike at all. You were a mix of Akiteru and Kei, but you had your mother's bubbliness.

"This is my older sister, Tsukishima Y/N. She studies in Tokyo and is a swimmer." He introduced you with a bored expression on his face. His teammates introduced themselves to you, and you were glad that he joined a team with good people.

The managers get along with you right away, while Hinata was amazed by Tsukishima's genes.

Akiteru was 184cm, Kei was 188 cm and still growing, even though you were the shortest among the two brothers, you're about 173 cm.

"Kei, you need to eat more. You're so skinny that even I can carry you." You feed him a mouthful of your food, while Yamaguchi was secretly laughing behind him with Kageyama and Hinata.

It was rare to see him so obedient since he is always so blunt and snarky. Only you could make him act like this.

"Nee-san, you're embarrassing even more than Akiteru nii-san." He bluntly commented.

"Well, I am your older sister, and you got no choice. Is my baby brother mad that I'm taking care of you~?" You teased him, and he glares at you.

You did something that he hates the most, patting his head.

"Nee-san!"

Well, it was fun writing this~, hope y'all enjoy reading! I'm currently in the midst of revamping my blog and coming up with new content, so look out for it!

I started writing JJK headcanons too!

Thank you for reading!

Stay safe and healthy!

With love,

Rosalie 🍓

[shotofire]

Number 9

Kageyama x F!Reader

Overview: You’re a student at Aobajosai high, and during a tournament a setter for the opposite team catches your eye

Warnings: Cursing

Season: 2

I got a request that said “Just give me some Kageyama” 🤣 So here it is anon, hope it meets your standards.

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The sound of boys yelling and sneakers squeaking the floor can be heard from every point in the gymnasium. The stands were full of each teams supporters, letting out chants and shouting ‘nice kill’ every so often. Taking the floor now was your school, Aobajosai, and Karasuno. Volleyball wasn’t a sport you ever got into, but it was still entertaining to watch. Mizu, a good friend of yours, basically begged you to come here with her.

The girl has an obsession with Oikawa for whatever reason and feels the need to come to every single one of his games. He didn’t even talk to her all that much, and is kind of a stuck up jerk in your opinion. There’s no denying he’s a powerhouse when it comes to volleyball. “This whole thing decides if they go to nationals!” Mizu’s excited voice breaks you from your thoughts. “That’s a lot of pressure.”

You can only imagine how they feel down there, especially the third years. Some of the players look like they could pass out any second from pure adrenaline. Mizu made you stand at the bottom of the dozens of perfectly suitable chairs instead of sitting. She wanted to be able to make out Oikawa facial features, and hear his voice. Yep, she’s totally whipped.

“Is Karasuno any good?” Sure it was known that your school has a great team, but you’d never kept up with others. She only shrugs her shoulders at your question, eyes fixed on Oikawa as he starts to serve. Of course she didn’t know, all her attention was on one person every single match. “Did you see that serve?! It was amazing!” She jumps up and down with glee, jeez, shes down bad.

As time goes on it becomes apparent that Karasuno is in fact a good team. Better than just good, they’re incredibly talented and continue to surprise you. Every single boy has some sort of secret move that no one sees coming, it’s impressive. Number ten was lightening fast and your eyes have trouble keeping up with him. Then there’s number nine, obviously the setter, who has grabbed your attention as well. He’s kind of... cute.

He has this determined look on his face, and has been making some impressive plays. The boy seems to work pretty well with the small redhead, they even give each other goofy smiles whenever a great play is made. Deep down you wanted Karasuno to win, it seems like no one believes in them.

Number ten slams down and spike and you can’t help but cheer out. “We’re the blue and white team, you know that right?” Shit, you forgot Mizu was here. She was so in-depth looking at her dream boy that you’re surprised she even heard you. “Yeah but that was a killer spike, you gotta admit.” Her face turns into a frown and she huffs, “If you’re gonna cheer for the other team you can go to their side.” Was it really that deep?

Honestly you didn’t care where you stood, either way you’d probably still cheer for Karasuno. The team continues to surprise everyone and it’s crazy to witness. You’d heard someone call them the ‘wingless crows’ once when describing their volleyball team. These boys have definitely put that name six feet under. “Oh shit, they won!” You say and Mizu’s face is on the verge of tears.

“I can’t even imagine how my baby feels.” Yep, he’s totally her baby. “He did good, he’ll be okay.” It’s a bit heartless to say but it’s true. Oikawa gave all he had and scared the shit out of everyone with his spikes, but the crows are just too strong. They were underestimated and it caused your school’s team to loose. They may have lost but they sure didn’t fail, their fight kept up to the very end. It’s crazy to see the passion people can have for a sport.

“We have to go see the team!” Her voice was urgent as she grabs your wrist snd begins dragging you out of the stands and down the stairs. “Are you sure they’d want us in their business right after a loss?” It wouldn’t even change the matter if Mizu was actually dating Oikawa, the guy needs some space. “Well you can go do that, I need to use the restroom.” Really, you didn’t. But you didn’t want to see their annoyed expressions when your friend runs up on them with too much energy.

Number nine creeps his way into your mind. The guy was good, and showed so much passion. It’s enough to catch anyone’s eye. To put that much effort into something is so admirable, you wish you could care for something as much.

Right as you round the corner, you have no idea where you are going, you see him. Number nine. Him and his team are jumping on another with hugs and hard pats to the back. The boy looks happy, and once again.. so cute. Maybe I should talk to him, you shook your head at the thought. There’s no way he doesn’t have a girlfriend with that pretty face. Well if he did have a girlfriend wouldn’t she already be here congratulating him?

The voice in your head keeps telling you to take the chance. The worst he can do is turn you down, and then you’ll never see him again. You’ll never know if you don’t try. But him being surrounded by his teammates would be hard if you were to ask him for his information. It’s one thing to get rejected, but infront of a group of guys, that’s terrifying.

Should you just follow them and pray he separates from them at some point? Then if that doesn’t happen you’re going to have to suck it up and take the chance of being embarrassed. You trail behind the team as they shout and man handle one another, it’s weird how boys celebrate.

At this point you had no idea where you were, and would have to ask them for directions anyway. Then again they were most likely heading towards the exit. A different volleyball team, that you can’t name for your life, passes infront of you blocking your vision of the crow’s. What the hell? These guys nearly bumped into and didn’t say a word. All you got was a few winks, boys will be boys.

As they move from infront of you, he’s right there. beautiful number nine is leaned over drinking from the fountain while his team walks ahead of him. Shit this is your chance! You practically speed walk to him, not even caring if you look a bit crazy. As he stands up you’re right infront of him, and his eyes widen. Your presence scares him, then nerves grow in his stomach. Why is there a really pretty girl standing so close to me?

You didn’t mean to be so close, you were just determined to get to him before he could possibly walk away. “Hi,” is all you manage to say. Holy shit you look crazy right now, no doubt. “Hi?” He didn’t mean for it to come out rudely, but it definitely did. The boy is just confused is all. He watches the way your face falls a bit and immediately wants to slap himself. “S-Sorry, the tone was an accident.”

“You’re fine. I wanted to congratulate you on your win.” The air is a bit awkward and anxiety is radiating off the both of you. “Oh thank you.” It’s silent now, the awkwardness only intensifying. His team watches from afar, eyeballing you.

“I can remember any hot face, that girl was in the Aobajosai section!” Nishinoya says with a scrunched face. “A cute girl is a cute girl,” Tanaka shrugs. Hinata pushes through his friends so he can see better, and almost laughs at how tense his friend is standing. “Yeah but why is a cute girl talking to Kageyama?”

You take a deep breath and lean back on your feet. It really hadn’t occurred to you what you’d say beyond that, but you had to come up with something. “This may be a weird thing to ask, I don’t know cause i’ve never gone up to a guy like this. I also didn’t think about it as much as I should have-“ you abruptly stop, of course you just had to ramble. He didn’t know what to say, your beauty was intimidating but you can say the same about him.

“I’m y/n by the way, I should have said that first.” You hold out your hand for him to shake, and he takes it. His touch sends electricity through you, and makes your legs weak. One touch and you’re already going crazy, cute guys can be a curse sometimes. “Kageyama.”

You blush once you realize you’ve been holding his hand for way too long. “Sorry if this is weird to ask, but would you wanna, uh, maybe,” gosh you sound crazy, “meet up sometime?” Your immediate thought is he thinks you’re weird. Just now learned of his name and already asking to see him again. But this was your only chance, hopefully he understands that.

Kageyama chokes on the air a bit, totally not believing what’s happening. A pretty girl wants to hang out with him? Make time for him? Yep, this is a dream. He’ll be waking up any second now. His eyes are stuck on you, wide, and his mouth is slightly parted.

“Oh, nevermind. I’m sorry.” He’d been in his head too deep instead of answering your question. Pure embarrassment is on your face. “No, No! I’m sorry, I was just, uh,” he takes a deep breath and puts on a smile, “yes, i’d like to do that sometime.” There’s a huge smile on your face as you pull your phone out, “Well here, put your number in my phone.”

The team nearly yells when they see you hand Kageyama your phone. “I bet he’s giving her his number!” Sugawara says with a smirk on his lips. As soon as Kageyama tells you his goodbyes, he sees his friends nearly jumping up and down. “Did you give her your digits?!” Hinata yells, and you can hear it from where you stand.

A blush creeps onto the setters face, but tries to hide it with an annoyed look. “Mind your business,” is all he says. The boys ruffle at his hair and push him around a bit, making kissy noises all the way to the bus. It doesn’t let up until a few minutes into the ride when everyone’s knocked out. Kageyama’s phone vibrates in his pocket, waking him from his half-asleep state.

Hey, it’s y/n

[azucanela]

SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE

PAIRING: SUGAWARA KOUSHI X FEM!READER

REQUEST: if you’re feeling into it a suga fic where they like dated during high school and later get back together after college would be awesome!! maybe fem y/n was manager for karasuno or something and they just broke up bc of distance! and if you don’t want to do this that’s perfectly okay! take care of yourself, you’re an amazing writer!!

WARNINGS: ANGST TO FLUFF. KISSING. MILD TIMESKIP SPOILERS.

WORD COUNT: 1.9k

A/N: i love suga, SUGA SUPREMACY, thank you for the request it was fun to write!

HAIKYUU!! MASTERLIST

HE LOVED HER AND THERE WAS NO DENYING IT, but it wouldn’t be the first time that two people very in love had been forced apart for whatever the circumstances. 

You could see it in the way he forced her onto the inside of the sidewalk— a small thing done in an attempt to keep her safe from possible incoming cars. You could see it in the way Sugawara’s eyes fell on her absently, so encapsulated with her words and the passion in her voice. You could see it in the way he seemed to light up when he saw her in the stands of his volleyball games, even though he likely wouldn’t be playing. 

And oh did Y/N L/N love him as well. Her sad smiles at the mention of his name were evidence enough, and if not, it was the way she frequently asked Daichi and Asahi of his health full well knowing the boy had a tendency to forego taking care of himself when he was so caught up in the well being of others.

Kageyama had observed it early on— or more accurately, Hinata had observed it early on, pointing out to the young setter that his senior was obviously enamored with their second manager. Hinata’s emotional intelligence had always been far ahead of Kageyama’s, although Kageyama had noticed the difference in... treatment between the pair, he had never truly realized they were dating.

But it soon became abundantly clear that they were in fact, together. And Y/N L/N wasn’t just the other manager of the Karasuno Boy’s Volleyball Team, but the girlfriend of Sugawara Koushi.

Which is the main reason why Kageyama had suspected she hated him early on, after all he’d taken her boyfriend’s spot on the starting line up, and he had bluntly pointed this fact out to her by the vending machine one day. Though Y/N had simply laughed it off, bringing a hand to Kageyama’s shoulder and offering him a smile.

Just like Sugawara had. Maybe that’s what made them the perfect pair, Kageyama wasn’t sure. But anyone with a set of eyes could tell they were a disgustingly perfect couple. 

Which is why Kageyama had never imagined they would break up. Nor had anyone in the club really. Even Asahi and Daichi were left in shock as the pair went their separate ways. 

It was supposed to make things easier, leaving. They would both be abandoning everything they ever knew and heading off to college after all, and seeing as they’d both ended up at different colleges... well, how plausible was a long distance relationship? 

It was a mutual break up. That they mutually did not want. 

Not much changed if Y/N is honest, and maybe that’s why she didn’t find herself sobbing in her bed until she actually got to college. It was just a label, but at one point... the change became alarmingly clear to her— the fact that she and Sugawara Koushi were no longer together.

Sugawara felt it in the little things, when he went to message her good morning and remember that... they weren’t together anymore. Did Y/N even want a good morning text? Maybe she was receiving one from someone else now. 

Talking wasn’t awkward, with the silent agreement that if they ever needed someone to talk to, they would always be there. But the change was painful enough to drive them apart in a way that wasn’t just physical. 

It’s not until she’s seeing him again that Y/N is reminded of that very pain once more, though the smile on her face is still very genuine and authentic as she throws her arms around the three boys from her third year. 

Sugawara holds on for a little too long. 

“It’s so good to see you guys! Are we all excited for our boys’ final tournament of their third year?” She exclaimed as she wrapped an arm around Kiyoko.

Daichi ruffles Y/N’s hair as he grins, “of course I’m excited to see them win again.” Comes his reply.

And of course, Asahi finds himself beaming with an albeit nervous smile as he agrees, “definitely! I believe in them.”

“I dunno guys, maybe Hinata will forget to spike again,” Sugawara chimes in, jokingly of course, while Kiyoko nods along with the rest of her friends as she offers them a small smile. Her eyes drifting to the arm that Sugawara throws over Y/N’s shoulder. “It’ll be just like old times!”

Just like old times indeed.

Daichi finds himself giving Asahi a look, that is returned with a look of confusion until he gently shoves him forward, a look of realization washing over his face as he begins to walk faster and Kiyoko says, “why don’t we head on over to our seats guys?” She turns to Y/N and Sugawara, “would you mind getting us some snacks from the vendors?”

The pair exchanges looks momentarily before Y/N offers Kiyoko a smile as she nods, “yeah, of course. Any preferences?”

“The usual!” Daichi replies, waving them off as he drags Asahi away, winking at Sugawara before disappearing around the corner alongside Kiyoko as well. 

Sugawara simply raises a brow, opening his mouth to say something until Y/N’s hand comes to grasp his own— loosely holding the one wrung around her shoulder as she begins to speak of which vendor they should visit.

But the only thing he can focus on is the ring she wears. For a moment, he panics, thinking that someone else has already snatched her away, that he lost the woman he loves.

Until he looks a little closer and recognizes the very promise ring he’d given her in their third year, almost identical to the one he was currently wearing around his neck, attached to a chain he’d purchased shortly into his first year of college. After all, he couldn’t bring himself to take it off either. 

Y/N seems to take note of this, pausing before noticing where his gaze has fallen, her cheeks warming at the realization. “I’ve been meaning to return the ring to you, sorry about that.” She releases his hand with a tight lipped smile, moving to remove the ring, only for Sugawara’s hand to come over hers as he shakes his head.

“Keep it. What would I do with it anyways?” And who else would he give it to?

Y/N pauses, eyes drifting between the ring and Sugawara for a moment before replying, “okay.”  

It’s not that they hadn’t talked at all in the past few years, just that things had changed and now neither of them new where the boundaries were. What could they do? What couldn’t they? Where was the invisible line between friend and former lover? It was a line they danced around in each interaction and today was no different.

Y/N finds herself desperately needing some space as she inhales deeply, perhaps it’s because she’s shocked by how easily he’d wormed his way back into her heart in the five seconds they’d been together now. Or maybe it’s the reminder that nothing had changed, she was still going to college across the country.

It’s not until they’re seated beside each other once more, two years later, that Y/N realizes nothing had changed. 

It’s a party they’d thrown for the New Year, and practically a get together for their teammates, new and old. They pair had managed to get onto professional teams— to no ones surprise. Although the fact that they’d be opposing each other was a surprise. 

Somehow, Y/N and Sugawara had found themselves on the balcony of the home, fresh out of college— which had really been the only thing keeping them apart up until now.

So, something had changed.

“You’re officially a teacher!” Y/N exclaimed, beaming at Sugawara with a smile that he quickly returns, drink in hand. 

He’s leaning against the balcony. eyes drifting towards the lively city as he replies, “kind of. I was lucky to even get hired so soon after graduating.” He takes a sip of his drink, “I just hope next year is better.”

A small laugh escapes Y/N as she downs what is left of her own drink, “me too, Suga.” Their eyes meet, and she can see the way he stiffens at the name, it had been a while since she’d called him by anything other than his first name. Though Y/N disregards this fact as she asks, “so what school are you working at?”

Y/N can see the passion in his eyes as he begins to speak of the school he’ll be working at, nodding along until she realizes, she recognizes the name, mouth gaping open as she asks, “are you serious? I recently got a job at one of the corporations in that area!” She exclaimed. Sugawara is opening his mouth to say something when they suddenly hear the people inside cry out—

10.

“Oh! I didn’t realize it was that time.” Y/N mumbled, looking inside to see their friends— new and old— congregating together around the TV. She wonders how time could’ve passed so quickly, it feels as though she had only ventured out to the balcony a few minutes prior because last Y/N had checked, it was barely 10PM.

9.

Sugawara allows a laugh to escape him as he nods, “time flies by when you’re having fun right?” And Y/N finds herself in shock momentarily, wondering if maybe he’d read her mind.

8.

Y/N turns to him, offering him a small smile as she nods in agreement, “it does. Doesn’t it?” And Sugawara is left feeling breathless, even after all these years, her smile still seems to have that effect on him. 

7.

“I did, have fun. By the way.” Sugawara says, eyes darting between the door of the balcony and Y/N. His words are true, he did have fun, of course Sugawara would never consider lying to Y/N. And even if he did try, Sugawara had a feeling she’d be able to tell. 

6. 

“We should head back inside.” She continues, eyes drifting back towards where their friends are calling out the countdown. Huddled together, Y/N finds herself smiling at the sight of Tanaka’s arm around Kiyoko’s shoulder.

5.

Y/N meets Kiyoko’s eyes momentarily, and the look Kiyoko gives her is one of urgency, one that tells her, “don’t you dare come back here right now.” But Y/N finds herself rolling her eyes as she begins to head back inside. 

4.

Their relationship had been over for years, and yet Kiyoko was still trying to convince her that the boy’s feelings never changed. Though Y/N wouldn’t deny that she would always love Sugawara— and she had no doubt that he still loved her— those feelings were probably purely platonic now. Right?

3.

Right. Y/N shakes off the feeling as she continues inside, until she feels a hand wrap around her wrist, keeping her from carrying on inside and yanking her backwards. Y/N finds herself colliding with Sugawara’s chest with a gasp.

2.

Sugawara’s eyes meet hers, a clear question within them as he wordlessly places his drink on the rim of the balcony. The hand on her wrist still firmly placed there as Y/N nods slowly.

1. 

And suddenly his lips finds hers, Y/N’s arm winding around his neck with her drink still in hand while Sugawara’s hand comes to her waist in an attempt to pull her closer. Almost desperate to be closer to each other as the crowd inside begins screaming and cheering. Y/N frees her other hand from his grasp and brings it to his shirt to tug him even closer while his other hands comes to her cheek.

When they pull away, Sugawara is grinning as he says, “happy new year, babe.”

[chalkmarkers]

hq characters and how they’d react to you holding their hand for the first time pt. 1

includes: karasuno and nekoma

a/n: this is my first headcannon and i honestly did NOT expect to write this much but i was having a big brain moment so i hope you all enjoy :) part two will include fukurodani, aoba johsai, and shiratorizawa <3

hinata - this boy is dramatic about everything, his face turns beat red as your skin makes contact with his. he will look at you, look at your hand, look back at you, back at your hand, at least 4 times. After calming down from stuttering for almost a whole minute, he realizes hes not imagining it, and his face lights up with joy and pride as he continues to walk- no, SKIP to your destination swinging your hand enthusiastically. all you can do is giggle at the bright ball of joy and skip along with him

kageyama- this man does not know how to react at ALL. all he knows is he has to look cool. at first glance he looks unphased, but upon closer inspection you can see the tips of his ears are bright red as hes trying to hold back the giddiest smile. eventually he gives your hand a nice lil squeeze of affirmation and looks the other way as you continue walking

yamaguchi- a flustered mess honestly, and adorable at that. he’ll flinch a little as your hand first grabs his and his face will light up. hes not sure what to say or do about it but on the inside hes just so happy to have you, so after a few seconds of him trying to hide his obvious blush and calm his composure, he’ll interlock your fingers and give you the softest smile ever

tsukishima- tsukki isnt really one for physical affection, so it takes a while before you can get the courage to hold his hand. youre walking to school together and youre still quite far from the building, so there arent many people around if any, so you decide its the perfect opportunity. once your fingers first meet his, he flinches and pulls away ever so slightly. he’ll slightly glance at you questionably and see your expression drop after his rejection. he hates seeing you even the smallest bit upset so this hurt him a bit. his face softens as he looks away and grabs your hand ever so slightly. your surprised look then beaming smile at him is something he can’t resist and his lips form the biggest smile you’ve seen from him yet (which is still pretty small). you hold his hand will joy and pride all the way until you get closer to the school and more people start to gather around, which signals his release from his grasp. he truly appreciates and adores how much you respect his boundaries and if youre patient enough, he’ll be holding your hand all the way to the classroom

nishinoya - similar to hinata, noya is very dramatic about this encounter. He will stop dead in his tracks and simply stare at your interlocked hands for a while, wiggling his fingers and inspecting your hand, almost to confirm that what is happening is real. After a good minute he’ll look up at you and give you the biggest smile you’ve ever seen as he literally jumps with joy and pride as he too will skip to your destination, dragging you along with him as he screams in excitement

tanaka- tanaka.exe has stopped working. He’ll be pretty casual about it at first, not really noticing the contact, but after a few seconds he finally realizes that you are in fact holding hands. This simple interaction is enough to fill tanaka to the brim with joy, pride, excitement, and embarrassment. He’d be a blushing mess, but, like kageyama, he will try to keep a cool facade. He’s now switched into protective mode and is glaring daggers at any man you pass by, causing you to laugh and adore how protective and sweet he is. After this, you can expect him to be holding your hand everywhere you go from now on ;)

daichi - Daichi isn’t as reactive as the others, but on the inside hes just as flustered and happy as he can be. He’ll be surprised by the sudden contact at first, giving your hand a glance as you interlock your fingers with his. He takes a moment to really notice how small your hands are compared to his and he finds this absolutely adorable. He’ll look up at you and simply take in your beauty, truly appreciating that you are now his as he brings your hand up to his lips and places a soft kiss on the back of your palm, causing you to slightly blush. Your gaze never leaves in front of you and yet you can still see the soft smile daichi has on his face as you continue to walk

sugawara- suga would be a nice combination of daichi and noya, immediately blushing the second your hand meets his. Hed be stuttering for a few seconds after that, trying to really take in just how adorable you are. This simple interaction pulls at the poor boys heart strings so hard he has to grip his chest just to calm down his racing heart beat. All it takes is one look at you and that precious smile to calm him down almost instantly. He takes a minute to just gaze at your features, taking in the entirety of your beauty. The boy can’t help but smile lovingly at you as all he can say after that is a simple but heartfelt “i love you”

asahi - much to your surprise, asahi is calmer than you thought he would be. As soon as the tip of your finger meets his, your hand melts into his, almost like he had been waiting for it. He grips your hand so softly as this time, you're the one to be surprised at the sudden gesture. You look down at his hand to see him gently rubbing circles against the back of your palm with his thumb. You look up to see him already staring back at you. A soft grin planted on his face, one that doesn’t leave for the entire duration of the walk. While on any other day, asahi would be nervous and flustered by the sudden interaction, something about today told him all he needed was the touch of your hand in his, and he was more than happy to accept your hand fully

kuroo- kuroo had been teasing you all day, leaving you quiet flustered as the two of you walk to the train station after school. He had finally given it a rest as he went on talking about just about anything he could think of. You listened in adoration as he went on and on about one thing after another. Almost instinctively your hand reached up to grab his, which shut him up IMMEDIATELY. You looked up at him confused to see his face painted red all over, simply staring at your hand interlocked with his. This boy’s reaction is absolutely adorable, reaching his free hand up to cover up his face as he seems to subconsciously squeeze your hand,,, a little too tight. He notices your fingers loosen in his hand as he realizes hes squeezing too hard and immediately softens his grip, wanting nothing more than to have your hand in his forever. He tries his best to recover as quick as he can as he goes right back to teasing you, this time twice as much, leaving you to look away in embarrassment. All kuroo can do is chuckle and look at you with the most adoration ever. He’s so lucky to have someone like you in his life and he doesn’t intend to let you go.

kenma- of course mans always has his game in his hands when going anywhere, so holding his hand was a bit difficult to do. You had to somehow get him to put his game down so you could even get the chance. You had absolutely no idea what could possibly get him to put that thing down, so you thought the best thing to do would to be to grab his hand before he could even reach for his game, and thats just what you did. You couldn’t do it in school knowing that kenma wasn’t the biggest fan of pda, so you decided to wait for him to pick you up one morning to initiate your plan. He never has his game in his hand when he first comes to your door, simply out of respect, so right as you open the door to greet him, you take your chance. Greeting him with a smile, he asks if your ready to go, you reply with a giddy “yup” as you grab his hand and start walking. Kenma is baffled to say the least by this sudden interaction, and at first he’s not sure how he feels about it. But seeing the smile on your face as you were finally able to hold his hand clears his mind almost instantly as he simply smiles at you and gives your hand a soft squeeze. He didn’t even think about his games once on your walk

yaku- yaku is very similar to suga, except more cocky. He’ll be walking you to school, simply checking up on your health, asking how you’ve been, if you ate, drank water, etc. which made you really appreciate how much the small boy really cared about you. It was an almost subconscious reaction to reach for his hand and once you realized what you were doing, you hesitated ever so slightly, buuuuuut it was too late as your fingers were already touching his. Noticing your slight hesitation yaku takes initiative and grabs your hand firmly, still going on about your health and other daily things. You look up to see a faint yet very noticeable blush spread across his cheeks and ears, causing you to smile, yaku notices, which only makes his blush grow more as he gives your hand a gentle squeeze. Little do you know the man was internally screaming the second he felt your fingers touch his

lev- lev had been resting his arm on your head once again, teasing you about your height as if he himself wasn’t a walking beanpole. Quite frustrated with his constant teasing, you simply grabbed his hand from atop your head and held it to your side. Lev is of course taken aback by this, his face burning up. But hey, he;s stopped teasing you, so it’s a win for you,,, orrrrrr so you think. As soon as lev regains his composure he immediately goes back to teasing you about how you’re so short your have to reach up just to hold his hand, which of course being the petty one you are, makes you let go, causing lev’s personality to do a complete 180 again. He almost instantly grabs your hand once again, quite embarrassed, this time only walking in a comfortable silence as all he can think is how cute you look holding his hand, he of course wont say this to you though

[genesisrose74]

Christmas With the Karasuno Boys (HC’s)!!

Part 2: Kageyama, Hinata, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Kinoshita, & Narita

Part 1 (Daichi, Suga, Asahi, Nishinoya, Tanaka, & Ennoshita) here!

A/n: Tumblr said my word count was too much so I’m splitting this bad boi up into two parts :p Enjoy!!

*****

Kageyama

This boy has a secret soft side for Christmas istg

He HATES showing it to other people on his team and shit

But holy bejeezus he is mesmerized by the holiday in every way possible

Lights, sweets, snow, just like,,, the general magic of December is the most awe-inspiring thing to him

Since he is still a sporty and pretty active mofo, you decided to fuel that on your holiday-themed date as Kags had noted that he’d never gone sledding before

Your jaw was on the FLOOR when he first told you because he would 10000% enjoy the hell out of it

And so you dragged him out to this popular sledding hill that you frequented as a child and taught him what to do

Not gonna lie, he was kind of nervous

“Well you’re experienced at it. I don’t wanna mess up”

🥺🥺🥺 bubby

“You won’t, Tobio! I can already tell you’re gonna be a sledding pro”

Feels a little better after that, but he asks you to help him out for his first run down the hill

He sits behind you with his arms secured snugly around your waist and his head nestled on top of your shoulder

Which would probably seem really funny to passerby because this boy is tol and intimidating in most other situations

As soon as the sled started down, Kags tightened his grip and made this cute little yelp of surprise

But you were laughing insanely hard at the combination of going really fast downhill whilst also having your boyfriend cling to you for dear life

And then when the sled stopped safely at the bottom he started to chuckle

FULL ON, GENUINE SOUND OF ENJOYMENT

That shit is rare

Y’all stayed at that hill for half the day because it was so fun

You got him a new, very high quality athletic roller for Christmas because his old one was just not cutting it anymore

And you also gave him this really cute bracelet with a volleyball, his jersey number, and a little strawberry milk set of charms attached to it

It matched this really pretty and subtle chain he’d bought for your birthday

His blueberry eyes got all wide with affection dfjdskfjsdk—

Got super blushy and couldn’t get a handle on his speech for a fat minute

He thinks you’re the coolest person ever no I do not take criticism

Geez you’re both adorable together, ideal “stoic boy becomes warmer during the holidays around his love” movie plot and I love it

Hinata

He is all in on Christmas. Not a chance this boy doesn’t get excited as hell

Will openly go into holiday mode as soon as November is over

Was secretly already listening to his Christmas playlist before then

He is one of the sweetest gift givers, that is FACTUAL

If you want something really badly, he will take notice and get it as your present immediately

He’ll also gift you an extra thing that’s handmade 🥺

Like some pastries that his mom helped him make, or a specially made basket of soaps with your favorite scents in it

It’s absolutely adorable and you cherish those ones especially

Is happy if you simply get him something; mans doesn’t care what it is

New practice volleyball? A brand new sweatshirt? Elated either way

You had seen an advertisement for a friendly match between Japan and Poland’s men’s volleyball teams, so you waited online on the ticket sales website until the minute it opened

Spoiler alert: you got some banger seats 😌✨

Shoyo may or may not have tackled you when he read the ticket details, letting out his excited giggle (you know the one)

“I can’t believe you got these, angel! You’re coming with me, right? You’ve gotta! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Gives you sweet little kisses between each individual ‘thank you’

“Of course I’ll go with you, Sho! I’m really glad you like it!”

He will give you the brightest smile of all time — that shit makes Christmas lights pale in comparison

“Have I told you how much I love you?”

RIGHT BACK AT YOU BBY

Hold his hands to warm up together when temperatures drop pls :)))

It’s become a weekly December tradition to watch a Christmas movie with Natsu at the Hinata household

She’ll sit in your lap while the three of you are cuddled under a blanket together, and Shoyo will lace his fingers with yours all discreetly

In conclusion, I am a sucker for holiday Hinata 🥺🥺🥺

Tsukishima

His room is decorated to the very minimum simply because his mom and brother had insisted on him being festive

You know those holiday instrumentals that are really calming and jazzy and stuff? Yeah, that’s the only Christmas music he will tolerate in his house

While he’s still got his usual icy demeanor, this blond bitch does get slightly less snippy with the Karasuno boys

Is always on the nose with getting you the exact thing you wanted for a present

Like,,, TO THE SMALLEST DETAIL

You don’t even have to bring that shit up beforehand, he just KNOWS

“Tsukki, how did you—?”

“It’s pretty obvious, with the way that one ad kept showing up on your phone.”

b r u h

How does he pay such good attention without even letting on??

As for his own present, you’ll usually get him two: one gag gift and one more serious gift

His dino plush collection size is partly due to the former’s contributions this time of year

Yes the dinos have names

You exchanged gifts on Christmas Eve with all the team (you made him go) and he saved your more serious one for last

It was a scarf that you’d gotten custom made, which had a Spotify code knitted into the fabric

Scanning the code opened the app to a playlist you’d created especially for him

He got pretty quiet when figuring it out and scrolling through the playlist

Would let out a certified Tsukki Nose Exhale™ when he came across certain songs

The more subdued reaction was expected because it’s Tsukishima

His little chuckles and warmer eyes were enough of a giveaway to tell you he very much enjoyed your gift

But on the walk home, he took the scarf and wrapped it around you both, and then brought his arm around your waist

“Thank you.”

You deadass almost combusted because it was so unexpected??

“You’re welcome. Merry Christmas, Kei”

Way to respond calm and collected 😌👍

But on the inside your body was in freak out mode

He wears the scarf all the time jdfsklfjdsk

Yamaguchi

Take the most tooth rotting fluff you could imagine

And then double that and put a fucking cherry on top

That’s the equivalent of what Christmas is like with Yama Yama

Y’all are like kids in a candy store — literally

For your Christmas dates it’s all about sweets and shared giggles, so frequent trips to the candy and baking isles of the grocery store is a must

Making gingerbread houses, peppermint tasting (mostly trying those different and wild ass candy cane flavors), you name it and it’s there

Stomach aches? I don’t know her

Yeah you do but they go away with enough butterfly kisses 🥰

Tadashi is exceptionally good at decorating gingerbread houses for whatever reason

He put a poll on his instagram between yours and his final products and he won by a landslide

It’s not like yours was necessarily bad, more like he’s just an icing master

You also might have eaten too many gumdrops which left your rooftop lacking in ✨spice✨

But it’s okay because Tadashi donated some of his leftovers to you

He’s such a sweetheart uwu

Please for the love of everything get him something heartfelt as his present

You know those long distance bracelets for couples?

Basically if your s/o taps the icon on the bracelet it’ll send a little vibration to the other person’s as a notice that you’re thinking about them

This boy seeks constant reassurance, and you love to give him his deserved love and validation, so it was the perfect present

It takes a second for him to figure out what it is, but after reading the directions and testing it out, the most adorable smile erupted on his face

And then since you already had yours on, he tapped the little icon again with a giggle

“Hey there”

It becomes common habit to tap it at least once every couple hours

GOD HE IS SO CUTE

He is just so soft this time of year, give him all the love and he will return it tenfold ☺️

Kinoshita

This boy is absolutely an awkward cutie and an avid romantic

Give him the cliches and he will eat em up, no doubt

It naturally gets more apparent around the holidays

He’ll take you on pretty winter walks, give you lots of little gifts (while blushing a hell of a lot), and is just a professional at stumbling upon some mistletoe

Wow wonder how it got there, Hisashi

He’s quite a bit more confident when simply alone with you than in a crowded space

And that definitely shows when he takes you out on a secluded sleigh ride around town

Yeah you heard me

A fuckin’ sleigh ride

Horses and blankets and everything

Don’t even ask how he managed to pull it off, because he loves watching the cogs turn in your head and simply will not give you a straight answer

Of course there’s the nice driver guy who’s there, but in the back alone Kinoshita’s confidence goes 📈📈

Lots of flirting, tons of skimmed touches and shared giggles throughout the ride

I legitimately simp really hard for him

Anyways it was a gorgeous ride through town and super fun

On Christmas Eve you both exchange gifts together and tbh whatever you got him will leave him happy and flustered regardless

But when he opens the wrapping paper to find an entire set of vintage VHS tapes, he’s stunned

He owns a VHS (actually canon!) and honestly loves it to death, and the fact that you’d get him tapes of pretty high quality for his collection meant a lot

Gosh he’s so underrated but a definite sweetheart, give him all the holiday love

Narita

Another underrated bby 🥺

He’s so chill and is pretty open to anything during the holidays, so long as he gets to spend ample time with you, his friends, and his family

Definitely more of an indoor person despite being accepting of most situations

Hence why you thought a cute little indoor winter picnic would be right up his alley

Which it absolutely was 😌✨ nice work

You’d made plans while in secret communications with his family members about the whole thing

He’d been pretty stressed lately with trying to handle his schoolwork, while also helping out others with theirs

Despite being a wonderful tutor, it was clearly becoming a bit overwhelming as he tried to grapple with so much at once

So when he came home one day to find a pristine house with you settled on a blanket in his living room, he was quite surprised

There’s a cheese plate, soda cans in a cute ice box, sandwiches, snacks, a presparked fireplace — you and his family went all out

Really adorable I cannot lie

“I thought you said you were going gift shopping today?”

“I might have maybe lied :P”

So he gives the sweetest little smile and sits across from you

Y’all stay there and talk for hours

After finally getting through everything previously laid out on the blanket spread, you slid him a little rectangular box that he looked at curiously

“Already? I haven’t wrapped yours yet!”

“Mine can wait a bit! Just open yours”

And so he does, and you watch with a face-splitting grin as he looks down in awe

You got tickets to see his favorite rock band in concert while they were on tour

He sprung onto you and pulled you into the tightest hug ever

“Holy shit you’re the best I love you so much how do you get even more loveable every day—!?!l”

It’s a jumble of words but you’re able to put it together and it makes you giggle

He deadass sprints upstairs to go get your gift and make sure that you feel as equally appreciated as he does

In simple words: wholesome holiday sweetness 🥰

[kaistarus]

Enchanted

Chapter 2

Pairing: NishinoyaXReader

Words: 3K

Summary: When your best friend enters a relationship with a prince your life changes in ways you never thought possible. You gain new friendships, learn dangerous secrets, and discover that maybe love might exist for you after all...

A/N: I liked this one a lot. I’m having a lot of fun with the cocky/teasing Nishinoya flirting style for this story in the beginning chapters lol especially when the reader is just over it. It’s a fun dynamic for me

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Your eyes scoured the massive ballroom filled with upscale strangers and fancy decor. From the intricate chandeliers that cost more than you could imagine to the food display that held things you couldn’t pronounce, you knew one thing for sure-you were incredibly out of place. As couples danced in the center of the room, their expensive attire far outdoing what you found last minute, you squeezed your arm tighter around Hinata for comfort.

“I still don’t understand why I’m here,” you mumbled, giving a pointed glare to a guy eyeing you with a sleazy smirk.

“Well, it’s not like I’ve ever been invited to a castle party either,” Hinata patted your arm nervously while scanning the crowd.

“You’re with the prince now. Obviously you would get invited.”

“And you’re my friend,” Hinata cocked a brow. “It’s probably a plus one situation.”

“They’re usually so strict with invites though…” You supposed your family had some reputation, so maybe that helped? You still didn’t believe it was enough to allow you to spend time around the castle…

“Let’s not worry about it,” Hinata squeezed your forearm reassuringly. “You get to come to the party and I don’t have to stand around awkwardly. Win-win.”

You rolled your eyes, gaze landing on the guy still eyeing you up. “My father said this would be a great opportunity to meet a man from a good family.”

“At least he’s consistent.”

“Never let’s me down.”

Hinata snorted, “I mean, technically he’s not wrong.”

“I know,” you sighed, taking another sweep around the room. This was probably one of the best opportunities you would get. “I should probably mingle, huh?”

Hinata hummed, furrowing his brow at the idea. “If that’s what you want.”

“Who knows anymore.”

Hinata looked crestfallen, but before he could respond his eyes locked on something over your shoulder. You followed his gaze confused and your expression dropped when you discovered Nishinoya’s bright smile.

“Hey, Hinata. I’m glad you were able to make it,” he looked puzzled when he locked eyes with you. “How did you get in?”

“An invitation.” You sneered with clenched fists when he cocked his head to the side, mischief dancing in his eyes.

“How’d you get one of those?”

“It was sent to me.”

“Weird,” he drawled out, looking up thoughtfully and trying to force down a smile. You took a long shuddering breath to not let him get to you.

“You guys are friends?” Hinata looked between you both skeptically and Nishinoya nodded in delight.

“Oh yeah. She flirted with me the other day and-”

“I did not flirt with you.” Warmth began creeping up your cheeks when Hinata turned to you wide eyed.

“Maybe not…” Nishinoya tapped his chin. “I guess she did say I was terrible at my job.”

“You what?” Hinata had an amused smirk and if looks could kill you would be infamous for murdering the Guardian Deity.

“He was being bad at his job!” You gestured at Nishinoya wildly. “Besides, he called me rude and undeserving of my family’s status.”

“You what?” Hinata’s jaw went slack and Nishinoya stiffened.

“I didn’t say that.”

“Might as well have,” you smirked. He deadpanned, glancing toward the center of the ballroom before giving you an apologetic smile that set off multiple red flags.

“Sorry about that. How about I make it up to you?” He pointed toward the dance floor and raised a brow. “Would you like to dance?”

You blinked several times. “Excuse me?”

“Dance?” His nose crinkled as he thought, “uh… moving around with music?”

“I know what dancing is.” You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Aren’t you supposed to be doing guard stuff or something?”

“Doing guard stuff…” He muttered under his breath with a small smirk. “I thought you already knew I was bad at my job?”

You rolled your eyes, glancing uncertainly around the ballroom. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m going to have to-”

“She’d love to,” Hinata nudged you forward.

You looked back betrayed, “what do you mean I’d-”

“That’s great,” Nishinoya hooked his arm around yours and started pulling you forward. You stared back at Hinata flabbergasted as Nishinoya dragged you further away.

“But he-I didn’t-this isn’t great at all!”

“Have fun,” Hinata waved after you and you gave him a heated glare. When you got back from this short-lived adventure he was getting an earful.

Nishinoya guided you through several groups of people before releasing your arm and turning in front of you. He held his arms in position, but waited for you to initiate further. You hadn’t expected him to give you an actual out once you were out there. You glanced around at the other partygoers nervously before grabbing Nishinoya’s hand, resting your other on his shoulder.

“You get one,” you mumbled as you began moving.

He hummed, eyes scanning your face before he smiled. “I can live with that.”

“You really aren’t going to get in trouble for this?”

“You don’t have to worry about me,” he wiggled his eyebrows. “I have everything under control.”

You weren’t sure if you believed him, but it wasn’t your job to care. “So, why are we dancing exactly?”

“It seemed like the best way to charm someone.”

“Ah,” a playful smirk rested on your lips. “Maybe it would be if you knew how to dance.”

“Huh? I can dance.”

“Considering I’ve been leading and you haven’t noticed… I’d say you aren’t the best.”

His stare snapped to your feet before looking up flustered. “Stop that. Let me lead.”

“No, you’ll embarrass me.”

“I will not,” he pouted. “I have three sisters that forced me to dance with them. I know what I’m doing.”

“You have sisters?” You latched onto the slip up quickly as his eyes widened.

“No,” his eyes flickered around you to those too wrapped up in their own conversations to worry about your bickering. You stored the tidbit of information on Nishinoya in a new area you created for him, ignoring those implications and how your stomach fluttered from excitement.

“I don’t like the look on your face,” he added with a suspicious gaze.

“I wouldn’t worry about it.”

“Now I’m more worried,” he mumbled, glancing at a spot over your shoulder with a confident smirk. You raised a brow, following his gaze before your stomach knotted. The spot where Hinata had been waiting was completely empty. You searched around the room for his bright locks, but he was nowhere to be found.

You turned back to Nishinoya in betrayal, “where’s Shoyo?”

“Prince Kageyama wanted to spend some time with him.”

“So you…” You stared down at your feet before whipping back up at Nishinoya’s eyes that held a hint of regret. “You were distracting me?”

“He needed a way to get Hinata alone.” He looked upward thoughtfully, “and I didn’t mind talking to you again so...”

“I’m so dumb…” you grumbled. You didn’t even care that Hinata was hanging out with Prince Kageyama, but you wished it hadn’t involved you getting tricked to do so. “Now I’ll have to mingle without Shoyo as an out.”

“Mingle?” Nishinoya cocked his head to the side.

You waved a hand around the room exhausted. “Meet people. See if any of them are decent enough that I won’t completely hate my life if I try dating them.”

Nishinoya grimaced at your description, scanning the room slowly while tapping his fingers on your hip. He looked between you and the many people surrounding before hesitantly suggesting, “we could leave?”

You stared in a stunned silence before sputtering out, “what?”

“I know this place we could go so you don’t have to worry until Hinata’s back?” He cringed as the words came out.

“This sounds really sketchy.”

“I know. I don’t know how to make it not.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek, debating if you should stay with the strangers who would bore you to death or trust the guy who just deceived you. You sighed, giving Nishinoya a quick once-over.

“Alright, lead the way.”

He promptly began shouldering through the sea of people, checking back every so often that he hadn’t lost you amongst the crowd. When you finally broke away from the groupings he led you to the back of the room, doing a quick sweep before opening a door that had been strategically hidden behind a curtain. Seconds thoughts crept into your mind as he ushered you through the door, eyes locked behind you to ensure no one was on your tail.

“Why do I get the idea we aren’t supposed to be back here?” you whispered as you reluctantly followed him down an empty corridor. Your footsteps echoed against the tiles while you stared at the incomprehensibly tall ceilings.

“Probably because we aren’t supposed to be back here.” Nishinoya navigated the maze of a castle without hesitation, checking each hall before hastily waving you behind him. You again wondered how nobody would notice his absence, but were unwilling to voice the concern in fear of being teased.

Eventually he stops before a set of glass doors, pausing with his hand on the handle before pulling one open and gesturing you inside. You were in awe as you stepped out the door, Nishinoya had led you to the castle gardens. An expanse of green overtook you. You saw speckles of color amongst it while a babbling told you of a stream somewhere in the vast room.

“It’s off limits for the night, so there’s no one for you to worry about.” He said, uncharacteristically avoiding your eyes. It made a weird pang strike your chest, so you turned back toward the extensive garden.

“I mean, you’re still here,” you quipped in an attempt to bring back the familiar atmosphere.

He snorted, “yeah, I guess that’s true.”

You walked languidly down the cobblestone path with Nishinoya beside you-his hands lazily shoved in his pockets. The gardens were as beautiful up close as they were at a distance. You trailed your fingers across petals as you moved, Nishinoya never breaking the comfortable silence even when you stopped at a small pond, koi fish swirling around each other in the clear water.

You hated to admit it, but you didn’t hate being in his company. You actually kind of liked it.

“Oh,” you perked up when your eyes met his in the water’s reflection. “My friend wanted to know about your hair.”

Nishinoya’s eyebrows furrowed while his hand slowly rose to his head. “What’s wrong with my hair?”

“Nothing,” you said, shaking your head and pointing to your own forehead. “He wanted to know why part of it is blonde.”

Nishinoya went cross-eyed to look at the blonde streak he had, twirling it between his fingers. “I don’t know I was born that way. Why’d he want to know that?”

The image of Yamaguchi flailing his arms around while reciting a grand tale of Nishinoya being struck by lightning as you walked home together after the festival replayed in your mind. You swiftly shook it away and waved Nishinoya off. “Not sure, he’s a weird guy.”

Nishinoya looked skeptical, but didn’t press you further. You let out a relieving sigh and added scolding Yamaguchi for all the stupid rumors onto your list of things to do when the night was over.

“There’s a clearing up ahead that has a bunch of shaped bushes,” Nishinoya said, pointing further down your path. “They’re pretty funny.”

“You would think bushes are funny.”

“It’s not the bushes,” he said pouting. “It’s the shapes they get trimmed into. There’s one that looks like a cat mixed with a lizard. I swear they do it on purpose because-”

Nishinoya froze when he reached the entrance to the clearing and when you peeked past the bushes you nearly audibly gasped before Nishinoya put a hand over your mouth. He started dragging you back down the pathway, but it was too late. You had already seen them.

“Tanaka you fucking idiot. You’re supposed to tell me when you fucking sneak off you absolute shithead I can’t believe you just….” Nishinoya  continued to curse out whoever Tanaka was under his breath while his hold on your hand he’d grabbed remained tight. You stared down at your conjoined hands and if the situation wasn’t so serious you would probably be more embarrassed by it.

When Nishinoya deemed you were a great enough distance from the scene he pulled you to the side between a few trees, checking down the path to be sure you weren’t followed. He clasped his hands together and took a deep breath before giving you a serious look.

“What did you see?”

You nibbled on your bottom lip, avoiding his eyes. “I saw Lady Kiyoko with a guard in a rather… compromising situation.”

Nishinoya narrowed eyes, “define compromising.”

“Romantic.” You mumbled. Which was an understatement because they’d been beside each other holding hands with foreheads pressed together and whispering low, which was very clearly more meaningful than just romantic.

“Fuck,” Nishinoya dragged his hands down his face and began pacing a small circle. “Tanaka’s going to kill me. I mean, he should’ve warned me, but why would he expect me to actually bring someone here? I’m not usually like that. Besides, his situation is actually serious and I just... Oh god, I’m so dead.”

You blinked a few times before pointing a finger at him. “What was that part about him not expecting you to bring someone here?”

“Huh?” Nishinoya looked at you puzzled, as if he’d forgotten you were still with him.

“Yeah, how you’re not like that?” You crossed your arms. “What did you mean by-”

“Look you can’t tell anyone you saw this,” Nishinoya said, looking desperate. “Her family would kill him. They’re really strict about that stuff.”

You nodded and looked back down the path sadly, “but what are they going to do?”

“They don’t know.” Nishinoya looked at the ground annoyed. “They were hoping the whole Kageyama and Hinata thing would make her family more open-minded, but if anything it made them worse.”

You chewed your cheek as you thought. It had caused a bit of an uproar when Hinata started a relationship with Prince Kageyama since Hinata isn’t from a high end family. A lot of people were upset with the outcome and you guessed Kiyoko’s family was one of them.

“They looked so happy,” you whispered.

“They are,” Nishinoya leaned back. “It’s all so stupid, but at least they have each other, you know?”

Your lips quirked into a small smile. “I didn’t think that was possible,” you said, glancing up at his confused expression. “To end up that happy.”

It never felt like an option. To be able to look at someone the way Kiyoko looked at… Tanaka was it? You always imagined it feeling fake, but that looked so real.

“Maybe you just gave up before they could find you.” Nishinoya said, barely above a whisper with eyes uncharacteristically soft.

“Or maybe they’re just lazy and taking too long.” You countered, unsure of the way your heart rate increased when an amused smile crossed his face.

“Or maybe he saw how rude you were and decided they’d rather be alone,” he said, lacing his hands behind his head and turning to continue down the path back toward the castle.

You scoffed, jogging after him. “I’m sure someone would put up with me before they’d deal with you.” You glared and he stuck his tongue out at you with crossed eyes. “See? You’re a child.”

“I’m a delight to be around and you’re lucky to know me.”

“And now you’re a liar,” you shook your head. “No wonder you’re single.”

He chuckled, kicking a small stone laying in your path. “We should probably head back. Hinata should be done by now.”

“Oh yeah,” you observed the lit windows on the second-story where silhouettes stood close mimicking laughter. “He’s probably getting worried.”

Nishinoya nodded, guiding you back to the castle with more harmless bickering and the closer you got to the doors the more you fought the disappointment that ached in your chest. You hoped it was for the gardens, but you weren’t that foolish.

“Well, you don’t have to worry about missing me for long,” Nishinoya stated and fear struck you that he could read your mind. “I called it last time, so I’ll call it again. We’ll see each other soon.”

You had the quip on the tip of your tongue-that you wanted him to be wrong, hoped you wouldn’t see him again-instead what came out was just, “okay.”

He seemed thrown off, like that was the last thing he expected, so he just looked back toward his feet and mumbled out a soft, “okay.”

The rest of the walk was a comfortable silence as you settled with the fact that you probably wouldn’t mind seeing him again. Which was a first regarding you meeting new people. What that meant you weren’t sure, but it might not feel terrible figuring it out.

[beanst0ck]

heyyy, it's me again :) so,, since the requests are open, can i have how noya, tsukki & kageyama (my fav karasuno bois) helping their s/o who's struggling with school and stuff. like they go to her house and shes crying, and when he asks why is she crying she says "idk" bc basically, that's happening to me now, and I need some fluff to have serotonin 😔😔💕 love u!!

school can b like that sometimes 😔

i don’t usually struggle with schoolwork but when i do it’s >:(

Yuu Nishinoya

it’s a normal day. not too cloudy, not to sunny, perfect for a date!

nishinoya thinks back to you, noticing that you seemed a little distracted at school today

he asked you multiple times what was wrong but you always responded with “oh no im fine!“ so he assumed you were just having a bad day :((

so to try and make you feel better, he decides to text you!

short king💕: HEy! be ready in 15 mins!! we’re going out to eat >:))

he found it kind of odd you didn’t see his message, but maybe you were just taking a nap or doing hw!

cut to him rushing over to your house bc our bby is excited!! it’s been awhile since he’s taken you somewhere so now that he has the chance to he’s pumped up!

he calls you multiple times on his phone ready to tell you he’s outside, but you don’t answer

now our bby boy is confused. he’s like?? where are you?? i just wanna go out and eat??

he looks around your house and notices your window is open

somehow, he manages to reach your window and sees you hunched over your table looking at something

he sees that your phone is on your bed charging, so now he understands why you wouldn’t answer!

“(y/nnn)!! let’s go out to eat!“

you turn around so fast

like “wHO ARE YOU AND HOW DID YOU MANAGE TO GET INTO MY ROOM??- oh hi noya“

he immediately freezes once he notices your eyes are red and puffy

better believe he’s going to rush over to you and ask what’s wrong, what made you upset, etc.

you have to wait awhile before he calms down so you could explain what was wrong

“today we had a test and i didn’t get the score i thought i’d get... i thought i’d at least get a passing grade but guess not, so im trying to study for the makeup test so i could do better this time :((“

he has a moment of realization and you swear you could literally see a lightbulb go off above his head

he finally understands why you were so upset earlier!!

now that he understands why you were sad he’s gonna do everything in his power to make you feel better

“how long have you been studying for?“

“since i got home..“

“(y/n) that was 3 hours ago...”

finds out you haven’t even taken a break and he’s about to throw hands

he cares about you a lot and wants you to take better care of yourself!!

he saw how hard you were working on trying to get a better grade and knew you needed a break, so now he’s definitely taking you out on that date as a reward for your hard work

“alright, you’re taking a break now! too much studying will break your head!!“

practically drags you out your front door. he didn’t even give you a chance to get ready, y’all left exactly how you were

he takes you out to buy your favorite food because even if you didn’t pass, you tried your best and that’s what matters

he would try his best to study with you, but we all know he isn’t the smartest when it comes to academics,,,

will give you lots and lots of kithes when he sees you finally got the score you wanted as a reward for your hard work :))

Kei Tsukishima

during school tsukki noticed that you were acting a little odd. normally you’re the one to initiate conversations with him, but today you were just quiet

immediately knew something was up, but didn’t say anything because maybe he was looking into things too much

time skip to lunch and tsukishima is looking for you, because he wants to eat his lunch with you!!

imagine his surprise when he sees you studying?

he’s like “what are you doing, are you trying to be a nerd now?“

you jump because you weren’t expecting him to find you so fast??

your plan was to study a bit before you ate your lunch with tsukishima but obviously that wasn’t going to happen today

tsukishima finds it kind of weird that you were studying during school hours because you never do that? but once again he stays quiet because hey maybe you just want to improve your grades or something

the day passes by normally for the both of you, but tsukishima still can’t shake the feeling that something is up with you

so after practice he decides to head over to your place

he parts ways with yamaguchi and begins heading over to your house to see you

he’s lowkey a little excited because he doesn’t come over to visit you much so he had lil butterflies in his stomach

your parents open the door and when they see him they immediately greet him happily and let him in

i headcannon that parents just love tsukishima idk why

tsukishima doesn’t even knock, he just opens the door to your room

when he sees you crying he just stares, extremely confused

when you notice someone’s entered your room you look up and through all the tears you see your boyfriend standing in your doorway, confused af

you quickly wipe the tears from your face, already knowing that hiding your face from him would not work because he definitely just saw you crying

you try and play it off tho

“ah! tsukki! what’re you doing here ahahha-“

he slowly walks over to you and sees your notebook fills with notes along with other worksheets filled with information

he closes your books and pushes away all the loose papers on your desk

right as you’re about to ask him why’d he do that for he immediately hugged you

it was kind of an awkwardly positioned hug tho? you were sitting down on a chair and he was standing so your face was against his stomach

he asks you if you were crying because of school work but did he really need to ask?? he already knew the answer-

he suddenly becomes sweet towards you? like he still teases you but not as much because he knows you’re sad rn :((

offers to tutor you if you really need to help, he’ll use it as an excuse to spend more time with you!

if you get a problem right your reward is his kithes

if his teammates see him tutoring you they’re gonna be like “awe“ because he barely agreed to tutor hinata and kageyama and he couldn’t stand them

they’ll clown him a little bit

speaking of them they’re probably gonna complain about it

“tsukishima you’re so mean! why does (y/n) get tutoring and not us :((“

insert sugamama smacking hinata for his comment

you get girlfriend privileges bc tsukishima is vv soft for you :))

Tobio Kageyama

im sorry but our dumb dumb kageyama probably wouldn’t notice how sad you seemed

hinata probably said something along the lines of “hey did you have a fight with (y/n)? she seems sad :((“

it’s not that he doesn’t care!! trust me he really does he’s just mostly focused on volleyball and doesn’t know how you feel unless you tell him

after hinata says that he starts to focus on you more, trying to see if what hinata said was true

if you DO seem sad, he’s gonna panic because he doesn’t know what to do

if you DONT seem sad bc you’re good at hiding your emotions, then he’s gonna call hinata ‘ bOkE!1!!1 ‘ because how dare he assume something about his gf

regardless of those things tho, he’s gonna start paying attention to you in general. he’s gonna try his best to understand your emotions because he doesn’t wanna upset you more!!

you’re most likely gonna feel his stares him a mile away. ppl are gonna think he hates you but in reality,, he’s just trying to understand your mood

one day while at school he noticed that you didn’t come. took him awhile to realize,, it was actually one of his teammates that said “where’s (y/n)? they aren’t with you?“ and he went into a mini panic mode because they’re right where’d you go?

realized that you weren’t at school and texted you

poor babey seemed lost without you because he spends most of his time with you

emo blueberry💙: you’re not at school? do you feel ok?

when you see his text you start to feel better because you know that he loves you and he’s worried bc you’re not there with him

kageyama begins to look back on his days spent with you

generally you seemed happy with him but there were times where you’d let your smile slip just a little

idk why but i headcannon that when it comes to relationships he’s vv inexperienced and doesn’t know what to do

as much as he’d hate to admit, he asked hinata it if he noticed anything off about you

when hinata tells him that you seemed distracted during breaks kageyama begins to do his journey on trying to find out what’s wrong

he asks his upperclassmen for advice and he actually uses what they say

after class he takes it upon himself to go to all of your classes to pick up any homework you might’ve missed

during practice you’re all he can think about which causes his sets to be a little off

daichi, being the kind dad he is, let’s kageyama leave early to go see you

kageyama enters your home and heads to your room. as he’s about to knock he hears sniffles clearly coming from you and he goes into panic mode

quickly opens your door and you two kind of just stare at each other awkwardly like,,

“uh, hi?“

he doesn’t understand how you could be so chill?? like you’re literally crying yet you’re acting as if you’re not

immediately asks if you’re alright, why you’re crying, etc.

once you tell him it’s because you don’t understand your schoolwork, he nods. he understands how you feel because he himself isn’t as good

he’ll tell you how it doesn’t matter if you don’t understand the material as fast as others because everyone learns at their own pace

he’ll slowly initiate a hug? it might be a little awkward because he doesn’t seem like he knows what he’s doing he really doesn’t but he hopes that it makes you feel better :((

he’ll drag you away from your studies for a bit if you haven’t taken a break and he’ll just cuddle you

AGAIN!! it might be a little awkward but pls he’s trying his best ok :((

if you end up falling asleep he’ll give you a little kith on your forehead :))

haikyuu mlist

requests open

[undercookeddaichi]

all the queer kids join the volleyball club

[ kageyama being soft and hinata being baby, and me being a slut for them both ]

pairing: kageyama tobio x hinata shoyo

warnings: smut, nsfw, first-time

word count: 6.5k

xxx

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“Hinata, is everything okay?”

Suga jogs over to the heap of orange hair and nerves quivering at the bench and chugging his water bottle so quickly Suga worries he might choke. Hinata’s entire body flinches as Suga’s soft hand comes down on his shoulder.

“Yes! I-I’m fine! I’m sorry!”

He drops his water bottle and practically shrieks as he dives after it.

Suga runs a doubtful hand through his silky grey hair. Hinata’s not acting normal, especially on a Friday afternoon practice when the prelims aren’t for a while and there’s no upcoming practice match to be stressing over. He hasn’t acted like this since their first match with Aoba Johsai a while back. Letting out a sweet and breathy sigh, Suga shakes his head as he reaches for his own water bottle.

“That was a perfect toss, dumbass. Why didn’t you hit it?” Kageyama growls, pointing at Hinata but dropping his hand when he sees how scrunched Shoyo’s expression is. The blush etched into Hinata’s pale face and the way his small fingers tense around the ball make Kageyama’s heart drop.

This was going to be worse than he could have ever imagined.

“I’m sorry!” Hinata yelps.

He smacks his palms against his cheeks, somehow making them redder than they already are. Only Kageyema can tell that Hinata’s on the verge of tears.

Fuck.

Kageyama grinds his teeth together as he rips his eyes away from his boyfriend to give Asahi a toss. He’ll have to worry about Hinata after practice.

Fuck.

“Why don’t you sit down for a while, Hinata. There’s no use practicing spikes with your nerves this high.” Daichi pats Hinata’s shoulder and nearly sends him into a panic attack at the touch.

“Right!” Hinata nods immediately.

The rest of the team stares. Hinata would never agree to sit out so eagerly during a practice.

Annoyance boils over inside Kageyama’s chest, and he resists the urge to drag his boyfriend by his sleeve back onto the court and call him a dumbass and tell him to get control of himself and make him keep spiking and remind him it’s only a few more hours now… But the annoyance bubbles into a gentle sympathy as he watches the anxiety rippling through Hinata’s body. He can’t help but feel guilty.

No matter how he looks at it, this is sort of Kageyama’s fault to begin with.

The rest of practice passes agonizingly slow, Kageyama managing to make perfect tosses despite the adrenaline in his blood and thoughts on his mind and Hinata doing all sorts of push-ups and jumping jacks and stretches in the corner of the gym to try to calm himself.

Kageyama swallows as his gaze wanders to Hinata’s ass. He cusses at the heat that trickles into his stomach.

Not yet.

Daichi claps his hands together. “Alright! Nice work today! Let’s clean up!”

Kageyama heads to the storage closet to grab a mop, but as he steps through the door, Hinata slams into him.

“I-I’m sorry! I was-” Hinata stutters when he looks up and realizes it’s Kageyama he accidentally ran into. “I w-was getting a mop…”

“I’ve got it.” Kageyama mutters.

Hinata looks away, down at his feet and squeezes his hands into fists.

Kageyama doesn’t think as he wraps his arms around his boyfriend’s shoulders and pulls him against his chest. He nuzzles his nose against Hinata soft curls, inhaling the sweet smell of tangerines and sweat and spice that he’s grown to love.

“K-Kageyama..?” Hinata whimpers against his chest.

Kageyama rubs his thumbs into Hinata’s stiff shoulders, coaxing his boyfriend’s body to relax. “I’m going to take care of you tonight, Shoyo.”

Kageyama feels Hinata’s body freeze for a moment as if he stopped breathing, but the tension abruptly drops from his shoulders and he melts into Kageyama’s arms, inhaling deeply as he burrows his face into the comfort that is Kageyama.

“Come on, let’s go finish up. I’ll meet you in the clubroom.” Kageyama says quietly against Hinata’s ear, squeezing his boyfriend one last time before letting him go.

Hinata looks up at him with soft cheeks reddened by a different kind of blush and bright eyes that burn with all sorts of emotions Kageyama can’t exactly put his finger on.

He jerks his head away at the swelling in his chest that he still hasn’t completely gotten used to, swelling caused by how fucking cute Shoyo is, how it makes his breath hot and his heart feel like it’s on fire. He’s still not used to how fucking gay he is, either.

“C-Cutie,” Kageyama mutters.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Hm? If it’s nothing, then don’t say it.”

Hinata takes the mop and goes out to join the rest of them in cleaning up.

At least he’s back to normal. Kageyama thinks, trying to rub the blush out of his face.

It’s almost frightening how easy it is for Kageyama to calm his boyfriend, though it’s not for lack of practice. He’s been responsible for keeping Hinata’s nerves under control since their first match before they had even voiced their feelings for one another.

It was harder then, finding the right words to say or thing to do that might make Hinata stop fucking shaking, but after Hinata leapt into his arms and kissed him in the empty clubroom the night they defeated Aoba Johsai, Kageyama learned that physical touch was the quickest way to alleviate Hinata’s anxiety. Physical touch that involves rubbing his hands against Hinata’s soft back, playing with his orange hair, kissing the top of his head, holding him close enough that nothing in the entire fucking world could penetrate Kageyama’s hold on the one person who has been his reason since he first saw him in junior high.

Hinata has always been Kageyama’s reason. For everything. Why Kageyama went to Karasuno, why Kageyama changed so drastically as a setter, why Kageyama realized he was gay, why Kageyama gets out of bed in the morning, why Kageyama learned how equally fucking shitty and spectacular falling in love is.

He’s never liked the idea of having to come out, because it’s Hinata and it’s only Hinata and it will only ever be Hinata, and being gay is just a minor detail that people have way too many unnecessary feelings about. Kageyama’s in love with Hinata. That’s all anyone will ever need to know.

And now, the night before Hinata’s birthday, Kageyama’s present is fucking Hinata into oblivion.

It’s what Hinata’s been asking for, every time he’d go down on Kageyama and every time Kageyama’s fingers were in his ass and when he was straddling Kageyama’s waist as they made out for what seemed like hours, tasting each other’s lips until the sun went down and all that was left was the sound of cicadas and warm air at the window and rich yellow sunlight casting shadows on the sheets they laid on. He would beg for his boyfriend to be inside him, widening his eyes and licking his lips with the same look he uses when silently asking for a toss, a look that Kageyama wanted to give into more than anything. But he wasn’t ready. Not yet. Not until now. And it’s why Hinata’s drenched in anxiety today, even though he’s the one who’s been insisting.

Even after weeks of looking up articles and watching videos and reading forums with the fear of accidentally hurting Hinata in mind, Kageyama’s nervous as hell, too, but Hinata is supposed to be excited. Shouldn’t he be?

Kageyama’s gaze doesn’t wander far from his boyfriend while they put everything away.

Tsukki starts to say something snarky about Hinata needing to throw up, but Kageyama steps between them and glares up before he can, gripping Hinata’s shoulders behind him. With a smirk, Tsukki adjusts his glasses but lets it go.

“The king is a little overbearing today, don’t you think?” He mumbles to Yamaguchi.

As they gather in the clubroom to change, Nishinoya throws himself onto Hinata’s shoulders, Tanaka appearing close behind.

“Shoyo!!!” Noya yells, punching Hinata’s shoulder in succession. “Happy early birthday!!! Tanaka and I got you something!”

“W-what?! Y-you did?!!” Hinata flinches but his face lights up at the sparkle in Noya’s eyes. No one could resist smiling at that.

“Yea!! Here!!”

He hands Hinata a slightly crinkled gift bag with tissue paper and bits of newspaper stuffed into it to hide whatever the present is. Hinata shakes it next to his ear, quivering with excitement when he hears something sliding around.

“You can’t tell what it is by shaking the bag, dumbass.” Kageyama grumbles.

Hinata ignores his boyfriend, instead jumping up and down to expel some of his pent-up excitement and proclaiming, “It’s a volleyball! I can tell, it’s definitely a volleyball!”

Noya and Tanaka burst out in laughter. Suga leans into Daichi’s shoulder to suppress his own chuckle, and Tsukki and Yamaguchi hold back tears.

“Dumbass! A volleyball couldn’t fit in that!” Kageyama yells.

“It could! You don’t know, Bakageyama!”

Hinata furrows his eyebrows at his boyfriend in defiance before turning his attention back to his gift. Kageyama makes sure to maintain the scowl on his face so no one can tell how fucking cute he thinks that was.

“Go on, open it,” Tanaka slaps his hand against Hinata’s back, hard.

“Okay!”

Hinata doesn’t hesitate to tear the tissue paper and toss it on the floor, yanking his gift out of the bag for everyone to see with a smile that makes Kageyama have to physically restrain himself from scooping up his boyfriend and smothering him with kisses.

“Oooh!! It’s a shirt! A volleyball shirt!” Hinata unfolds the blue fabric so he can read what the characters say on the front.

Great talents mature late.

“It’s so cool! Nishinoya senpai, Tanaka senpai, thank you!”

Noya and Tanaka throw themselves onto Hinata once again, punching him lightly and ruffling his soft hair and laughing, beaming with the pride that comes from seniority.

Suga and Daichi pat Hinata’s shoulder and wish him a happy birthday as they leave together holding hands, Fridays being their date nights. Yamaguchi gives Hinata a small container of home-made rice balls before Tsukki drags them out, probably to play video games at Yamaguchi’s house, and Noya gives Hinata a high-five from atop Asahi’s back as they leave together, as well.

Ukai explicitly warned them about relationships among teammates, but here they are, managing to have four couples on one team. Noya always jokes that all the queer kids join the volleyball club, and given the number of couples they know on other teams, he’s not wrong. Oikawa and Iwaizumi, Bokuto and Akaashi, Kuroo and Kenma, Lev and Yaku, Ushijima and Tendou. Asahi and Nishinoya, Tsukki and Yamaguchi, Daichi and Suga, even Kiyoko and Yachi. And now Kageyama and Hinata.

Unlike the others, though, Kageyama and Hinata decided they didn’t want the rest of the team to know when they started dating and took precautions to keep it that way. Except it backfired when the fighting and insults and perceived annoyance with one another got worse, worse to the point that Suga knew there was something else going on. But they don’t know that.

“Oi, Kageyama,” Tanaka whispers loudly, pulling Kageyama aside once it’s just them and Hinata left in the clubroom. “Consider this your early birthday present.”

“What?”

Before Kageyama can object, Tanaka shoves a small box into his hand and smirks as he leaves, waving a final goodbye to Hinata. Kageyama nearly has a heart attack when he looks down at the box of condoms in his palm.

“Kageyama,” Hinata adjusts the strap of his bag and pops up behind his boyfriend trying to see what Tanaka gave him, but Kageyama stuffs it into his pocket before he can.

“I-It’s nothing. Let’s go.”

“It’s not nothing! What is it? What did Tanaka give you?” Hinata reaches for Kageyama’s pocket but he steps out of reach.

“Nothing.”

“Let me see!”

Despite his best effort to dodge him, Hinata sneaks in between Kageyama’s arms and snags the small box in his pocket. The blush on his cheeks is brighter than his hair when realization sets in.

“Oh.”

“Yeah…”

They stand for a moment in silence, neither wanting to verbalize what they’re both thinking. Kageyama steps forward and starts to say something, anything to end the silence and make the blushes on their cheeks fade, but Hinata slips the box into his own bag and puts his hands against Kageyama’s chest to stop him. Kageyama freezes as his boyfriend rests his head against him.

“Kageyama,” he says softly. “Your heart’s beating too fast.”

For a long time, they stay just like this. Kageyama rests his hand against Hinata’s hair with as much tenderness as if he were worried about waking him up. Hinata wraps his arms around Kageyama’s waist and drinks in his scent. Just like this.

At some point, Hinata lets go but only to intertwine their fingers as they finally leave the clubroom.

The sun is low in the sky, drenching their skin in golden light and making Hinata’s caramel eyes sparkle brighter than anything Kageyama’s ever seen before.

“You’re… beautiful.” He says as coherently as he can.

Hinata looks up at him with wide eyes. He squeezes Kageyama’s hand tighter.

“N-no, you are.” He looks away.

They’re still really bad at complimenting one another, even though Kageyama’s sure he could come up with a thousand things that he absolutely adores about his boyfriend.

“Do you wanna get something to eat before we go back to my house?” Kageyama asks.

Hinata nods, and that’s that.

Anything, Shoyo. Do you know that? Anything for you.

They slide into a booth at a place that’s only five minutes from Kageyama’s house and order enough food for five people knowing that it still won’t be enough for them.

Feeling more at ease, Hinata starts filling in his boyfriend on all the news with Kenma and the Nekoma team and even Bokuto (who texted him a few days ago), and his younger sister’s junior volleyball team and how he thinks his Mom is making him his favorite meal for his birthday.

Maybe on the outside, it doesn’t look like Kageyama is paying any attention with his occasional nods and grunts as he sips the glass of strawberry milk he got, but he is. He really is. He eats up every perfect word that comes out of Hinata’s perfect mouth and stores it away to cherish and remember, because what’s important to Hinata is important to him.

“So,” Hinata swallows and shifts in his seat. “D-Did you tell Tanaka? About, you know, us?”

Kageyama goes rigid in his seat.

“No, I have no clue why he… Why he…” He trails off, but they both know what he’s trying to say.

“It’s because you’re always staring at me at practice.”

“No, I’m not. And besides, I have to watch you when we’re practicing. How else am I supposed to toss to you, dumbass.”

“Well I didn’t tell him!”

“Maybe- Maybe we’re being too obvious.” Kageyama says, a little bit of heat tinting his face.

“Hm? How? I’ve even started glaring at you when you’re not looking.”

“Dumbass! That’s unnecessary. We’re definitely being too obvious.”

“Do you think everyone else knows, too?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

Hinata stares at his hands on the table and Kageyama looks at a street sign through the window.

“H-How did he know about... tonight.” Hinata mumbles.

Kageyama looks back at his boyfriend, his heart swelling in a familiar way at his furrowed eyebrows and the pink on his nose. He puts his hand over Hinata’s and moves his thumb in a gentle, circular motion against his skin.

“I don’t think he does. He probably just assumed we would…” He swallows. “It’s okay, Hinata. They were going to find out anyway.”

Hinata nods but doesn’t look at Kageyama.

“That’s why you were nervous today, right?” Kageyama says.

But then their food finally comes and they’re distracted for a few minutes as they eat, though neither of them eat as quickly as they usually do. Hinata sips a little bit of tea and clears his throat.

“Yeah,” is all he says.

Kageyama nods.

“You don’t have anything to be nervous about. I, um, I did my research.” He sounds like such a fucking nerd when he says it that way.

“It isn’t like volleyball, Bakageyama!”

Kageyama gets distracted by how Hinata’s hair bounces as he speaks.

“I know that! But I just- wanted to be prepared.”

Hinata’s grumbles something (and it’s cute as fuck) but continues to eat.

“Hinata,” Kageyama starts. “You know we don’t have to do this. We can wait until you’re-”

“No. I’m ready. I want you. Tonight.”

For a moment, Kageyama watches for any sign of hesitation on his boyfriend’s face, but he doesn’t think he’s ever seen Hinata look so resolute about anything. Maybe he looks like this when he’s about to spike… Kageyema nods once. He thinks about how badly he wants to lean over and kiss the top of Hinata’s perfect nose.

They finish all of the food they bought as expected, gather their things, and start off to Kageyama’s house. Despite being in a somewhat angsty mood, Hinata grabs Kageyama’s hand the moment they step out onto the sidewalk. Kageyama presses a kiss against the top of his head. They’re both anxious, that’s all.

“Let’s watch a movie!” Hinata decides as they put their things down and take off their shoes at the door. Kageyama’s mom is traveling this weekend so they have the house to themselves.

While Hinata looks for something to put on the TV, Kageyama changes into a black t-shirt and the sweatpants that Hinata once told him he looked “really good” in.

He just likes it because he can see my dick. Kageyama thinks.

He doesn’t wear anything underneath them and Hinata seems to notice when Kageyama comes back into the living room by the way he licks his lips.

As the movie starts playing, Hinata takes up his favorite position against Kageyama’s lap, with his boyfriend’s arms around his neck and his cheek against his chest. Kageyama assumes it’s his favorite position because he’s in perfect view of his dick and can hear Kagayama’s heartbeat in his ear.

They only ever watch about thirty minutes before getting occupied with other things, but today it takes longer and Hinata only starts brushing his lips against Kageyama’s neck and jaw once the movie is almost over. Hinata places soft kisses along his boyfriend’s collarbone and starts nibbling, too, leaving small red marks along Kageyama’s skin. He kisses and bites up his neck until he gets to his lips. Kageyama accepts Hinata’s mouth against his hungrily and lets his boyfriend’s tongue run along his own and against his teeth, shuddering as Hinata’s fingers find the edge of his t-shirt.

Hinata traces Kageyama’s v-line and drags his hands up Kageyama’s torso, over his muscles and around to his back and across his belly button and up to his chest where he gently squeezes his boyfriend’s nipples.

Kageyama doesn’t like to moan, he doesn’t like the feeling of needing to moan, but Hinata makes it impossible not to. He’s never even dated someone before Kageyama, and yet Hinata knows exactly how to move his fingers over his body in just the right way, in just the right fucking places.

As Hinata climbs onto Kageyama’s lap fully, straddling him in a dangerous way, Kageyama fits his hands on either side of Hinata’s waist. He presses his fingertips into his boyfriend’s soft flesh to hold him in place. That simple touch alone elicits a breathy moan from Hinata. Kageyama can’t help the way those sounds make his dick hot below his waistband, and Hinata knows that, too.

Their kiss becomes rougher and Hinata’s hands more frantic and Kageyama’s grip tighter, but he doesn’t stop Hinata when he starts to grind his ass against his sweatpants. Kageyama lets out a low groan at that, biting down on Hinata’s lip and making him moan even louder. The sound makes Kageyama’s length fully hard, and he can feel Hinata’s dick pressing against his own.

He stops Hinata from grinding into him anymore and breaks from the kiss, putting his lips roughly against Hinata’s neck and leaving his own marks. He lets every moment at practice today that he wanted to slam Hinata against a wall and kiss him until he was breathless control his body, as he tastes every inch of his boyfriend that he can and cherishes the desperate noises in his ear. Hinata tries to hump into Kageyama again, but he’s stopped by Kageyama’s grip.

Instead, he reaches for Kageyama’s waistband and slides his hand down until he feels Kageyama’s deliciously long length against his skin. Kageyama can’t suppress the moan that bubbles out of his throat as Hinata delicately runs his fingers up and down him, somehow making him even harder in the most painful yet fucking amazing way.

“S-Shoyo…” He whispers, tossing his head back against the couch and enjoying the feeling of his boyfriend’s skin on his.

But when Hinata tries to remove his sweatpants completely, he grabs his hands by his wrists, puts them around his neck, and hitches his legs around his waist before standing up.

“Not here,” he whispers into Hinata’s ear.

He turns off the TV on his way to the staircase, neither of them having paid any attention to the movie from the start. From the corner of his eye, he vaguely registers that it’s about 11:15 PM.

Hinata doesn’t resist as Kageyama carries him like that upstairs to his bedroom, all the while biting and kissing Kageyama’s neck and scraping his nails against the back of his t-shirt until Kageyama rests him on the bed.

“It’s your birthday, dumbass. I’m supposed to be making you feel good.” Kageyama mutters.

He turns the lamp next to his bed on, and then reaches for another switch. A vine of fairy lights around his bed shine to life. Hinata gasps softly, his whole face brightening with the decorations, and that look alone gives Kageyama enough dopamine for the rest of his fucking life.

He cups Hinata’s chin as he crawls onto the bed beside him, and slides Hinata’s sweatshirt up and over his body, tossing it onto the floor. Climbing over him, Kageyama can feel the bulge in Hinata’s pants against his own. Hinata moans at the feeling, but he’s silenced by Kageyama’s lips on his.

Kissing is one of the best fucking things in the world according to Kageyama. Specifically kissing Hinata. If he let him, Kageyama could lose himself in the feeling of Hinata’s soft lips moving against his own, the taste of his sweet mouth, the quiet gasps that blossom from his throat when Kageyama pulls back for a moment for hours and hours and hours, and he usually does. But he knows Hinata’s desperate for more tonight.

He gazes down at Hinata’s bare abdomen, greedily taking in all of his pale, well-muscled build and feeling pride bubbling in his chest knowing that Hinata is his. Anything, everything, beyond everything for Shoyo. In this life and the next life and the life after. Shoyo, Shoyo, Shoyo.

He takes Hinata’s nipples in his fingers and relishes in the borderline scream that erupts from Hinata as the smaller boy arches his back and bites his lip at the sensation. He smirks at how sensitive Hinata is today. That’s a good sign.

“K-Kageyama, that- feels so… g-good,” he manages to say.

“It’s supposed to.”

Kageyama’s smirk widens and he pushes his mouth down against Hinata’s once again. His hands wander over Hinata’s quivering body, feeling his boyfriend turn into a mess beneath him already and loving every moment of it.

Kageyama pulls back from the kiss and stops torturing Hinata’s nipples, resulting in a groan from Hinata, before yanking his own shirt off. He starts pulling Hinata’s shorts off, but Hinata puts his hand on Kagayama’s chest.

“I-It’s my turn,” he says, somewhat out of breath.

Kageyama doesn’t have time to react before Hinata scrambles out from under him and latches his fingers onto Kageyama’s waistband. The look he gives Kageyama screams Off without needing to say it.

Kageyama slides off the bed and faces Hinata as he pulls his sweatpants down, kicking them off completely. Hinata’s eyes glaze over as the way Kageyama’s dick springs up entrances him. (Kageyama sort of did that on purpose because he likes the way Hinata’s mesmerized by his length, but he would never say it out loud.)

As soon as he climbs back onto the bed, Hinata pounces on him with such eagerness that Kageyama falls flat onto his back. Hinata positions himself with his mouth just above Kageyama’s dick and his ass up in the air, his hot breath brushing against Kageyama’s length.

“Please.” He murmurs.

Kageyama’s eyes are wide as he nods.

He doesn’t have enough time to even blink before Hinata’s tongue is against his shaft, leaving a wet trail from his base to his head and eliciting a sinful noise from his throat. Hinata’s small fingers close around the base and pump him slowly while his lips close around his head. Kageyama resists the urge to throw his head back and squeeze his eyes shut, instead forcing himself to watch his boyfriend. Hinata gazes back at him through his eyelashes.

Soon after they started dating, they learned they shared the desire to maintain eye contact. Always.

Hinata’s tongue swirls around his head in the most illegal fucking ways, mixing his pre-cum with his saliva and sucking him like his entire life’s purpose to suck Kageyama Tobio dry, all the while his hands feeling up the rest of his length. Kageyama’s fingers find Hinata’s hair and he tugs him wildly, desperate for more.

“Fuck.” Kageyama groans.

His hips fuck up into Hinata’s mouth, and Hinata takes him so fucking well as his dick slams into the back of his throat.

“Y-you’re… so… fucking good, Shoyo. You’re so good for me.”

Hinata whimpers, gagging on Kageyama’s length but continuing to run his tongue along whatever skin he can find and pumping his base with his hands.

Kageyama’s too close for comfort, he knows, but as much as he wants to cum right here and right now and let himself explode into Hinata’s throat, that’s not Hinata’s birthday present. He relaxes his hips and pushes Hinata’s shoulders back gently.

He can’t help but groan at how beautiful Hinata looks with his dick sliding out of his mouth, gleaming with his saliva.

Hinata breathes raggedly and wipes his mouth with his arm. He shakily pulls his shorts and briefs down, discarding them off the bed and climbs over his boyfriend. Kageyama runs a finger up Hinata’s dick, and while the smaller boy lets out a high-pitched moan, he guides Kageyama’s hand away.

“I d-don’t wanna wait anymore.” He breathes. “I want my birthday present. I want you inside me, Kageyama. Now.”

Kageyama watches Hinata closely again, and he only finds pure want in his brown eyes. They’re really doing this.

“Do you have lube? I brought my own, but it’s in my bag downstairs.”

“No, yes, I have some. Hold on,” Kageyama pulls open the drawer of his nightstand and nearly drops the small bottle as he pulls it out. “Um, it’s strawberry. I hope that’s okay. It sort of reminded me of you...”

“Bakageyama. Of course it’s okay.”

“R-Right. How do you, um, how do you wanna do this?”

Hinata answers instantly, like he’s been waiting for someone to ask. “I wanna ride you.”

Kageyama swallows, his dick twitching at the words. He nods.

Struggling to open the cap at first, he finally pops it open and lets a generous amount fall into his palm. He lathers his hands in it, making sure that his index, middle, and ring fingers on his right hand are drenched the most.

“Like this,” Hinata says. He pulls Kageyama up into a sitting position with his legs wide and moves himself so that he’s sitting with his back resting against Kageyama’s chest, his head draped over Kageyama’s shoulder. He spreads his knees and shivers at the feeling of Kageyama’s wet dick pushing against his ass.

Guiding Kageyama’s fingers down to his entrance, he gives him a slight nod.

Kageyama feels around the area for a moment, getting used to the feeling of the lube on his fingers and watching Hinata’s reactions carefully as he pushes a fingertip against his hole. He slides a hesitant finger about a centimeter inside of him.

Hinata grimaces, letting out a painful moan, but nods again after a moment. Kageyama slides in deeper and then stops. Hinata moans and breathes, nodding when he’s ready for more. They continue like this until his finger is fully submerged into Hinata.

“A-Another,” Hinata groans.

Kageyama gently pushes his middle finger up into his boyfriend, making sure to be just as cautious as with the first finger even though he’s taking this one better. When he starts to move them, Hinata snaps his eyes shut and seethes through his teeth, but he bites against Kageyama’s neck when Kageyama stops.

“K-Keep going… It feels… so good.”

“Are you sure?”

“Y-Yes. I’m just g-getting used t-to it. Don’t s-stop, Tobio...”

Kageyama growls softly hearing his name in Hinata’s breathy voice, and he immediately begins to pump his fingers inside his boyfriend. Hinata makes all sorts of amazing noises right into Kageyama’s ears as he stretches him out. Adding a third finger makes Hinata’s body convulse, and he cries out, but Kageyama can tell it’s a sound of pleasure. His patience doesn’t run out as he preps Hinata, but his dick becomes more and more prevalent in his mind as he wishes he could be inside him rather than his fingers.

Finally, Hinata breathes at him to stop.

“I’m ready,” He says.

His body stutters at how empty he feels once Kageyama pulls his hand away, and he struggles to readjust so his hips are straddling Kageyama.

Kageyama cups Hinata’s face again. He brushes his thumb along his boyfriend’s bottom lip, pushing into his mouth so he can feel Hinata’s tongue against his fingertip.

“Do you want to use a condom?”

Hinata pauses for a moment, but then shakes his head.

Kageyama brushes a wisp of orange hair away from Hinata’s forehead.

As he adjusts so that he’s flat on his back again, dick stiff and leaking onto his stomach, Hinata picks up the bottle of lube and pours some into his hand. He spits into it and onto the tip of Kageyama’s dick. Kageyama inhales sharply as Hinata rubs the chilly fluid up and down his length, swirling the tip of his thumb onto Kageyama’s head and loving the sigh that escapes his boyfriend’s mouth.

“A-Are you ready?”

“Yeah, I am, babe. Are you?”

Hinata nods. A small droplet of sweat glitters against his forehead, making its way down Hinata’s flushed cheeks and past his swollen lips that glisten pink from Kageyama’s kisses, his orange hair slightly damp but still light and tousled from Kageyama’s fingers, and Kageyama finds himself absolutely fucking useless beneath the ethereal beauty that is his boyfriend.

“I love you, Shoyo.” Kageyama blurts out.

Oh, shit. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck me.

Neither of them have ever said it before, and he definitely never imagined saying it while they’re on top of each other naked with his dick pushing up into Hinata’s ass.

Hinata blushes and his eyes go wide.

He stares at Kageyama.

Kageyama stares back at him.

“I love you more.”

Hinata says it simply, with the nonchalance that comes with saying a universal truth anyone and everyone should already know.

“That’s impossible, dumbass.”

“No, it’s not, because I love you more than volleyball and there’s no way you could love me even more than that.”

Kageyama just watches him. And then he throws his arms around Hinata and pulls him down to squeeze against his chest because there are no words for how fucking dorky his boyfriend is or how much that makes him burst with love for him. Since when did he fall in love with such a nerd, God.

“Dumbass,” he whispers.

Hinata smiles against his chest and pulls himself out of Kageyama’s grip back into his position straddling him.

“Please.” He begs.

Kageyama places his hands securely on Hinata’s waist.

With a shaky breath at his lips, Hinata picks up his hips and takes Kageyama’s dick into his hand, guiding it to his entrance and getting used to the sensation of his tip applying pressure against him. He holds Kageyama’s length steady as he rolls his ass down ever so fucking slowly. Centimeter by centimeter, letting out a long, pitchy moan as Kageyama’s dick stretches him out more than he could have ever imagined.

Every vein and nerve in Kageyama’s length boils with the tightness of Hinata around him, and it takes all of his resolve to keep his body unmoving while Hinata adjusts to him. He lets out a string of expletives once Hinata finally bottoms out. The feeling is unreal.

They stay still for a moment, regaining their composure and inhaling raggedly.

“God, fuck, Shoyo, you’re so fucking tight.”

“Y-You’re j-just so… big,” Hinata retorts in between gasps.

Kageyama nearly loses it when Hinata swivels his ass against him. He throws his arm across his face, shading his eyes, but Hinata pulls it away. Eye contact.

“O-Okay. I’m gonna m-move now,” Hinata says.

“Take your t-time. I want you to feel comfortable, okay? I want you to f-feel so fucking good, Shoyo.”

Hinata whimpers and bites his lip at that. And then, he pushes himself up, letting Kageyama almost slide out of him with a wet sound that should be repulsive but only makes Kageyama’s pupils dilate. Just when his dick is about to slip out of his ass completely, Hinata lowers himself back down with a moan. Kageyama digs his fingers into Hinata’s flesh.

Hinata raises himself again and falls back down, over and over and over at an agonizing pace. Kageyama can tell he’s in pain, but the way his face scrunches up every time he slides back down against Kageyama’s dick and the pitiful noises he’s making tell otherwise. After several minutes, he leans back and puts his hands down on Kageyama’s thighs, swivelling his hips once more.

And then he starts to fucking bounce.

Kageyama loses his restraint, and he starts to buck up into his ass while his hands push Hinata down onto him, harder and harder. Hinata cries out at the sensation, but he only speeds up his movements.

“S-Shoyo…. So good.... S-So good for me, Shoyo…. You’re t-taking me so w-well…” Kageyama pants.

Each time Kageyama’s dick slams into his core, Hinata’s head falls back limply and he moans out Tobio’s name. Tobio Tobio Tobio. He chants it like his life depends on that name, like he can’t live without that sweet name on his tongue, and he really can’t.

On one particular thrust, Hinata shrieks with pleasure as Kageyama hits there. He almost loses his balance but Kageyama’s grip holds him in place.

“There, there, there, there, Kageyama, there, please, Tobio, there!” Hinata shouts as Kageyama bucks up into the same spot again. “Fuck me, Tobio. F-Fuck me.”

Kageyama growls and easily flips them so Hinata is pinned beneath him, his dick still plenty deep inside his ass. He places his hands on either side of him, Hinata wrapping his arms around his neck and legs around his waist, and he begins to thrust into Hinata as hard as he fucking can.

It’s easy for him to pinpoint Hinata’s prostate again, with how fucking desperate Hinata acts when he does. He half-grunts, half-moans every time he slams into Hinata, letting his instincts take over his body entirely.

“T-Tobio, I’m-”

“I know, I know babe. Come for me.”

Kageyama keeps hitting the spot that makes Hinata cry out and scrape against his back and quiver violently until Hinata lets out his loudest moan yet, loud enough the whole fucking country can probably hear it. Kageyama’s vaguely aware of hot, white liquid splashing against his abdomen as Hinata arches his back.

Kageyama picks up his pace even more knowing that Hinata already came, torturing Hinata’s prostate as he continues to pound his dick into it. His orgasm washes over him before he realizes it. He lets out a deep groan, his hips stuttering into Hinata a few more times. It’s like electricity shooting through his body as he has the best fucking orgasm of his life. He fills Hinata completely and then some.

There’s just the sound of gasping in the dim bedroom for a long time.

Kageyama tilts his head to look at Hinata. The smaller boy lies with his arms extended out on either side of him and his eyes focused on the fairy lights above them, his chest rising and falling and his body shivering slightly, not from cold, but from the intensity of his first orgasm. If this is what Hinata’s always going to look like post-sex, Kageyama wants to fuck him every night.

“Shoyo. Talk to me.”

“Hm? About what?”

He might look absolutely fucked, but he has the same naive tone that he always does.

“Are you happy?” Kageyama asks.

Hinata snuggles closer to his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around Kageyama’s chest and hitching his leg over Kageyama’s thighs. Kageyama mindlessly brings his hand up to play with Hinata’s hair.

“Of course I’m happy. That was… Better than I thought it would be.”

“Did you think it would be that bad?”

“No. I thought it would be perfect. But it was better than perfect.”

He kisses Kageyama’s collarbone, and Kageyama kisses the top of his head. The digital clock next to his bed flashes in his peripheral vision. 12:01 AM.

“Look, it’s midnight. Happy birthday, Shoyo.”

“Let’s do this again for my next birthday. And on holidays, too!”

Kageyama’s heart quite literally skips a beat.

“Your next birthday… You m-mean… Next year?”

“Yeah. What else would I mean?”

“You wanna be with me for another year?”

Hinata perks his head up at the dread on Kageyama’s face. It’s Hinata and it’s only Hinata and it will only ever be Hinata, but that’s just how Kageyama feels. Hinata’s too good to be his. He doesn’t deserve him, he knows that, so he always focuses on the time they have together now, and not their inevitable departure when they go to different schools and join different teams and lead different lives. That’s what Kageyama always feared in the back of his mind.

But Hinata gives him a puzzled look as he sits up on his elbows.

“I want to be with you for a lot longer than another year. Only if you want to, but I thought you did. Don’t you?”

Kageyama cups Hinata’s face with both of his hands.

“Shoyo. I want to be with you for the rest of my life.”

“Good. Me, too.”

Kageyama wonders if Hinata can hear the chaos his heart is in as Hinata rests his head back down against his chest.

Lacing their fingers together, Kageyama feels contentment wash over his body and mind. He’ll never want anything else. He already has everything.

For your next birthday, and the one after that, and the one after that, and the one after that. Whatever you want.

[silverkoushi]

haikyuu!! headcanons

⇢ scenario: how you’d spend the holidays with them!! | read pt.2 here! ⇢ feat. : suga, hinata, & kageyama (karasuno) x gn!reader ⇢  wc & warnings: 1.7k, none ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ this is me trying to psych myself up for the holidays aha... thinkin of doing more if i get the inspo and make it in time ><

sugawara koushi ୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮ the holiday spirit with him is unsurprisingly soft and domestic!! he’s the kind of guy that loves to uphold traditional celebrations like the holidays, your birthdays, new years— things like that because it’s important for him to create memories that you can look back on many years later. you bet the holiday decorations will be up mid-november, so once you see him struggling to hang multi-colored lights along the exterior of your house, you have no choice but to laugh at him at first but eventually help him out!! his cheerfulness and child-like excitement nearing the holidays becomes contagious so the two of you start matching everything: penguin sweaters, (ugly but comfortable) red/green pajamas, mugs that have those cringey couple labels on them— basically, you name it, you and suga have two versions of it to wear/use!! suga would be in an extra-baking mood, too!!

if there’s a holiday party (probably at the school he’s teaching at) that you would be attending with him, suga will volunteer to be in charge of baked goodies! sugar cookies, brownies, donuts with cinnamon sugar, maybe even a raspberry choco cake roll?? the possibilities are endless with your pastry chef of a man, and ofc you make it your duty to help him out in the kitchen!! baking til 2 or 3am, sometimes just goofing off with the flour, cookie dough on the tips of your noses, and suga stealing a kiss (or a lick) here and there. all the while your favorite holiday playlist hums in the background of your colorfully lit home, pictures of the two of you hanging around a tree, santa hats bouncing up and down atop your heads the way you dance everywhere, his arms snug around your waist. while you wait for the last batch of cookies in the oven, suga has already prepared his original hot cocoa for the two of you, making sure he adds extra mini marshmallows in your elf mug tonight— you sit by the couch overlooking the decorated frenzy of your surroundings. and you know you made the right choice spending it with him. :) when the actual party happens, o god the kids love you!! calls you his partner for lifey!! sth cute like that and u don’t know if suga taught them that or they just made it up lol either way, you’re so very excited to see how the love of ur life interacts with his students as, you guessed it, he’s so so good with them!! they run up to him, bouncing up and down just to get a bite of his baked goodies and while he’s handing them out, he also gives them a handwritten card. for each n every one of them!! when did he do that?? you question to yourself, but when he seesn you giving him an incredulous look, he just sheepishly smiles and says, “when you fell asleep on the couch last night, i wrote them last minute.” o,, that’s why when you woke up, u don’t even remember lying down in the bed but you surmise suga had carried you all the way there too :’) 

they sing a lot of holiday songs, play those party games like trip to jerusalem or once the music stops, you have to stop dancing or you’re out type of game and just overall lots of fun filled moments and you feel thankful for witnessing such a pure, innocent sight right around the holidays!! ofc once it’s all done and he bids them goodbye with a hug, a hi five or a pat on the head, suga doesn’t forget about you and puts up a mini mistletoe by the door when everyone had left. he has that teasing smirk on his face and you’d do more than just kiss him bec of it but uh, you’re still in the classroom so you give in with a chaste yet sweet kiss on his lips. he returns it a little deeper, but you push his chest off playfully, and boop! him on the nose. “later, sir,” you reprimand lightly, yet cheeks blushing at your interaction with him in his workplace. he shows that toothy grin, and intertwines ur fingers together as u walk to your car and finally spend more time together again <333 his most favorite part of this season!!

hinata shouyo ୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮ be prepared for a very hyper and energetic holiday week with this guy!! imagine you two are still in college, he has a break from playing professional volleyball to spend these times with his family. and he chooses to spend most of those days with you!! he is actually very excited to bring you home to meet his mom and (not-so) little sister, and it’s very nerve-wracking knowing that it’s an important holiday for them to be together as a family— and then you’re just gonna crash it like that??? BUT sho doesn’t see it that way! he already sees you as a person he’ll definitely experience even more holidays the next year, and the one after that, but in order to ease up the anxiety that has been building up in your system, he tells you of his extravagant plans for the two of you before going back to his parents’ house!! think amusement parks in the winter, ice skating in frozen lakes, walking on boardwalks with two styrofoam cups of hot choco for him, and a peppermint mocha for you!!

o, and if there’s some downtime with your adventure, he’ll drag you outside where the snow is ankle deep, tells you to take a picture of him in the cold, earmuffs hugging the sides of his temple so warmly that you find so adorable. you’re about to pull your phone out until you feel cold, wet, melting ice smacked onto your cheek!! “SHO, WHAT THE HECK—” you don’t even have time to protest because WHACK, one more snowball, but he missed and it got to your jacket this time. luckily, your phone was still okay but your boyfriend definitely won’t be once you find him as he had started running, your voice calling out to his name in the breezy wind. so that whole afternoon, you were seen having a ridiculous snowball fight around campus (you guys stayed in the dorms until you were ready to leave), laughing when you threw one directly at his open, cackling mouth. shouyo started choking on the snowball, but you were still wiping tears from your eyes at the hilarity of the situation. “STOTPF IM LITERALYLYL DYUINGGG” “don’t be ridiculous” “JDFSKFDJH” and that’s when you actually run towards him, patting his back rather forcefully because oh god what if you did make him choke and his family won’t have a son coming home this time around?!

while you worry in your head, shouyo had already tackled you to the ground, snow engulfing your bodies together. “let’s take a picture here, this is the perfect spot!” he’d chuckle, peppering you with winter kisses, sending shivers down your arms not just because they were cold but also wow, you’re so lucky to be with a guy like him during this season. suddenly, you anticipate meeting his family :)

kageyama tobio

୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮ you know what you’re very excited for that kags isn’t? his birthday falls on the week of christmas, and any other normal person would just think, “ah, i can just combine his gifts into one!” but for you that’s a big no-no. and kageyama knows it, and he’s flustered and shy because everyone in his life up until the point he’s met you had always just given him a 1 for 2 type of gift. not that he minded, that’s all he’s ever known in his life so when you promised him a big birthday bash and a special holiday gift, he’s scared for what’s to come,,, although, you know he’s not big on surprises or bigger gatherings, but you wanted to see his reaction as to how you planned it all out! in reality, you just wanted to spend precious time with your bf on his bday and an early christmas before he leaves to go visit his family :(

after tiring hours of vball practice and finals (he’s gotten better at studying, don’t underestimate this guy!) he sleeps in on the day of his birthday, not even realizing the night prior he’s turning a year older that day!! you creep up to his dorm with the spare key he has given you, place the milk and berries cake you ordered yesterday on his desk, and surreptitiously clasp the paper birthday hat on his sleeping head. the guy doesn’t even stir!! stifling your laughter, you pull out your phone and snap a picture of him and you together, your lips puckering to kiss his cheek and— you forgot to turn your phone into silent mode! apparently the click was loud enough for his eyes to flutter open, and when he realizes you’re next to him he feels a sense of relief, but at the same time the rubber around his face became bothersome… only when you start singing happy birthday did it dawn on him… and he can’t get mad, it’s you, how can he??

you eat a piece of the milk n berries creme cake on his bed, talking about the day you’re gonna spend with him.. and you ask what he wants to do bec it’s his special day!! this gets him blushing since he thought you had this elaborate party with lots of people come, and now he feels guilty and grateful as to how thoughtful you’re being for him… he asks if he can sneak in a practice session for vball for at least an hour and you agree, guessing that would’ve come up sooner or later. anyway, aside from that his birthday was spent strolling around the town center near campus, snow underneath your boots and snowflakes showering your hair,,, he places his beanie on yours so it doesn’t get messed up and you thank him with a nose kiss… rudolph, is that you??

you take him to shops so you can buy matching sweaters <3 and he OBLIGES, seeing the gleeful expression in your eyes and smile, how can he resist the beauty radiating off you today? this is the best birthday gift he can ask for. you end the day by grabbing some milk tea, spending the rest of the night getting cozy under blankets, and watching cheesy romcoms to which kags just shields his eyes away… the embarrassment!! >< you end up sleeping in his arms, the ending credits with christmas music playing in the background. the next day, you both wear your holiday outfits (he has polar bear and yours is a panda!!) and take lots of pictures bec you know you’ll miss him when he goes back home :(( he immediately makes one of the selfies u took as his lockscreen: the two of you squish yourselves in between the snowman you both created. your face is lit up with utmost happiness, and kags is just looking at you with a loving grin to his smile as well. :)

[rocorambles]

Conquer

Pairing: Oikawa x Male Reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Yandere, Non-Con/Dub-Con, Manipulative, Obsessive, and Possessive Behavior

Summary: That should be him. He should be your setter. And suddenly the desire to defeat you isn’t just a desire anymore, it’s a necessity. Anything to show you that you’re better off with him, that you were meant to be playing alongside him, that you were meant to be with him. 

As fond as Oikawa has become of Hinata, his head aches from the thought of meeting one of the enthusiastic orange-haired boy’s friends and he prays to anyone who’s listening that you aren’t nearly as energetic or loud as Hinata. Hinata by himself is great, a riot, someone who never fails to bring a smile to Oikawa’s face, but he always feels like he’s been hit by a whirlwind or spent too long in the sun after a day with the younger athlete, barely able to drag himself into the shower before collapsing into a heap on his bed, falling instantly asleep as his head hits the pillow and he seriously wonders if he’d even survive two Hinatas. So he’s pleased to find that you’re refreshingly normal when he meets Hinata and you at a local restaurant and the three of you fall into a relaxing rhythmic cadence of conversation over the clinking of cutlery, plates, and glasses. 

But maybe he had judged you too fast and as he watches you expertly race across the sandy terrain of the beach volleyball court across from Hinata and him, he thinks that maybe you’re not that normal after all.

He knew you had played on Nekoma’s team and while he had never personally seen or played against the notorious team, their reputation preceded them. Masters of defense. A powerhouse school. He knew you must be somewhat decent to be a starter on a team like that, but you exceed any of his expectations as you flawlessly, almost irritatingly easily, receive and block every one of his serves, every one of Hinata’s spikes. And he’s vaguely reminded of Date Tech’s impenetrable walls as you leap up in the air, the resounding smack of your palm meeting Hinata’s attacks echoing through the air. But while Iwaizumi had been able to break through those defenses, he thinks that his old friend would find scoring past you much more difficult. 

Oikawa has faced his fair share of talented and skillful opponents and yet, there’s something different about you, something that keeps his eyes locked on you, something that stirs something powerful and alive within him. It’s different from the competitiveness he feels when he sees Kageyama setting across the net. It’s different from the anger he feels when Ushijima sternly stares down at him after another humiliating defeat. 

But he can’t place a finger on the feeling and it festers inside of him long after the three of you are worn out, long after they wave goodbye to you at the airport. 

He assumes it’ll pass, that life will return to normal. But the feeling only grows inside of him, beginning to twist with something darker as he religiously checks and re-checks your social media profiles over and over again, as your face and body infiltrate his every waking thought and seep into his dreams. All he can think of is you, you, you and a sharp wild grin spreads across his face when he sees you innocently smiling, radiating and glowing with happiness as you announce your new position on the Japan Olympic Volleyball team. 

Well, well, well. Looks like he’d be seeing you sooner than he ever imagined. 

You look good in red, although he can’t help but imagine how much better you’d look in Argentinian blue, on the same side of the court as him, alongside him, directing your tosses and smiles his way. Maybe in the future, but for now, the thought of playing against you once more, seeing your body flex and arch in the air and on the ground, watching the fiery passion and concentration in your eyes as you intently watch his every move spurs him on and he throws himself into each and every practice, intent on becoming even better, intent on showing you how far he’s come from that day in Rio, intent on utterly defeating you.  

And that drive never lessens, only growing stronger and stronger until he’s finally here, at the biggest venue of the sports world, bright lights shining down upon both your teams, and a deep yearning pulls at his heart when he sees you in person, so close to him after years of being so far away, so out of reach. 

But why aren’t you looking at him?

Some rational part of him urges him to calm down, tells him he’s being crazy, but it does nothing to soothe the hurt, the fury, the betrayal inside of him as you don’t even spare a glance his way, smiling far too warmly at Iwaizumi as he helps you stretch, laughing far too loudly at something Hinata says and he seethes at the sight of Hinata slinging an arm across your shoulders as he excitedly tells you something. His nails dig into the palm of his hands as he sees even usually stoic Ushijima faintly smiling at you as you chat with him about something, but what hurts the most is watching Kageyama and you interact, watching both of you discuss plays and strategies.

That should be him. He should be your setter. And suddenly the desire to defeat you isn’t just a desire anymore, it’s a necessity. Anything to show you that you’re better off with him, that you were meant to be playing alongside him, that you were meant to be with him. 

He has to give it up to all of you. You aren’t called Japan’s monster generation for no reason and in a sick, almost masochistic way, he’s proud of Iwaizumi for training a team of monsters to go all out against him, he’s fired up by how hard you all make it to cinch victory, he’s giddy with excitement at seeing just how much better everyone has gotten. It just makes it that much sweeter, that much more enjoyable to see the beautiful look of despair and loss across your faces when Argentina wins the final set. And he revels in the exhilarating feeling of victory, in the sadistic pleasure of finally seeing pain in Ushijima’s and Kageyama’s eyes.

But he at least has the decency to feel a bit of empathy when he sees the downcast look on Hinata’s face and the disappointment in Iwaizumi’s eyes and he refrains from gloating as much as he wants to. However his breath catches in his throat when he sees you, sees the glistening tears in your eyes and he hates that he’s partly the reason for your inner turmoil, but a darker part of him can’t help but find you beautiful with unshed tears making your eyes sparkle even more, can’t help but imagine what it would be like to wrap you in his arms, hold you tight to his body, be your only source of comfort.

He wonders what you’d smell like, what your body would feel like pressed against his, what other face expressions and emotions you’re hiding from him. He wonders if he can make you cry in other ways, defeat and dominate you off the court. And he keeps on gazing at you, too intently, too long, too hungrily, too wickedly, ignorant of the way green eyes narrow in concern. 

Oikawa hums cheerfully as he makes his way to the bar Iwaizumi and he had agreed to meet at, genuinely excited and eager to catch up with his long-time best friend in person. It also doesn’t hurt that as your official trainer, he’d probably know exactly where you are, where you’ll be, where you’re staying in the Olympic Village. And he pats himself for his efficiency, his manipulative charm, his way with words as he subtly coaxes more and more information from Iwaizumi about his team overall, about his team members, about you, the trainer oblivious of the darker intent in his questions...or so he thinks until there’s a tense pause when your name is brought up and Iwaizumi fixes him with an impassive stare. 

“Oi, Shittykawa. What are you planning?” 

Of course Iwaizumi of all people would be able to see through him and Oikawa momentarily falters at the steely look in his friend’s eyes, mind racing to figure out his next move. Play dumb? Lie? No. Iwaizumi would see through any of his fake antics and only get more suspicious. The truth it is...or at least part of it anyway. 

And despite the slight hiccup in his plans, Oikawa has the upper hand once more as he uses Iwaizumi’s unfaltering faith in the brunette against him, his strong belief that as irritating as Oikawa could be, he was still a good person at heart and that he would never do anything truly terrible. 

He weaves an innocent tale of how he’d fallen head over heels in love with you at first sight when he met you in Rio all those years ago, how he just wants a chance to get to know you better now that your paths have crossed again. Surely Iwa-chan would help him, right? Help him find you. Help him reconnect with the man who’s grabbed his attention. 

None of that is technically a lie and he knows he has Iwaizumi hook, line, and sinker when suspicion turns into amusement and his tense shoulders relax. And all too easily Iwaizumi is helping him plan out his next steps, unknowingly speeding up your demise as he shares your current whereabouts, practically shoving Oikawa your way and telling him to go comfort you, winking and sending an encouraging smile his way. 

If only he truly understood exactly what he was encouraging, what he was allowing to happen. 

But ignorance is bliss and Oikawa plasters on a smile before swiftly turning around and making his way towards the Olympic Village spa, weaving through the throngs of athletes until he finds you in the jacuzzi that Iwaizumi had directed him towards, alone in the steaming water, a pout on your lips, eyes lost in thought and blind to the handsome setter drawing near. And Oikawa uses your distraction to take you fully in, take in your bare chest, your cute nipples on display above the bubbling jets, the length and lines of your arms splayed out on either side of you, resting on the edge of the tub and he scrunches his nose a bit in annoyance at the way bubbles hide the rest of you from his view. But that’s fine. After all, he has all night to fully explore and discover your body to his heart’s content.

He pointedly coughs loudly once he’s at the water’s edge, succeeding in getting your attention and he has to admit, it hurts a bit when you flinch when you see exactly who’s disturbed your wallowing, but it’s understandable. He knows far too well what loss feels like and he can somewhat imagine how it must feel to have a once in a lifetime dream dashed to pieces. Nationals aren’t quite as high stakes as the Olympics, but he can extrapolate from those experiences. 

In your defense you’re really trying to be polite, a forced smile finding its way on your lips as you greet the setter. He can work with that and he sinks his claws into your every word, using every skill he’s learned and honed over the years of being a social butterfly to read your mood, fluidly dodging anything that would sour your mood, leaning into the words and stories that put a sparkle in your eyes and soon enough it feels like the two of you are back in Rio where there was nothing to worry about except enjoying each other’s companies and fooling around on a beach volleyball court with no stakes except who could have more fun. 

You don’t notice how close Oikawa has gotten to you until he tells you a story that has your body bent in half as you howl in laughter and when you rise back up, straightening your back as you catch your breath, suddenly your face to face with the handsome brunette, your noses practically brushing against each other, his warm breath on your face, brown eyes the only thing you can see. And maybe you just need a distraction from the devastating loss, maybe respect and admiration for the talented athlete has morphed into something more, maybe it’s purely physical desire, maybe it’s all the above that has you melting into Oikawa’s hold as he gently, but firmly holds the back of your neck and presses his lips against yours. 

You’re breathless by the time he finally pulls away and you sheepishly try to remove your hands that have found their way around his waist, but calloused hands stop you from straying too far and as you look into gleaming chocolate eyes, being alone is the last thing on your mind and you easily trail after the other athlete, weaving through the crowds in your haste to continue what you’d started. The two of you burst through Oikawa’s door, stumbling over each other as your lips meet and it’s a fight for dominance as the two of you crash land on the hotel bed, hands tearing clothes off. 

But Oikawa’s intent on making sure you know he dominates you in bed as much as he does on the court and with a rough twist, he has you pinned underneath him, groaning as your erect pre-cum slicked cocks grind against each other. 

You glower at him as he teases you for getting so worked up from just a slight tussle in the sheets and he can feel his chest almost burst with excitement at the fire in your eyes, wild energy thrumming in him at the way lust is beginning to dim that flame as he wraps a large hand around both your lengths, thumb playing with your leaking slit, spreading your pre-cum everywhere as he strokes both of you painfully slowly. And he doesn’t stop until there’s only lingering embers in your eyes, until you’re writhing underneath him, desperate moans and pleas for him to give you more slipping past your lips. 

He smiles as you let out a whine when he suddenly stops his ministrations, pride coiling inside of him at the mess he’s made of such a strong opponent, but he wants more, wants to see you completely submit and he reaches over to the bedside table, generously coating his digits with lube, smirking down at you as he presses a finger into your tight hole. Your brows furrow and you bite your lower lip as your body adjusts to the uncomfortable stretch, but Oikawa takes his time, dragging his fingers against your insides, scissoring them inside of you, slipping more and more inside of you until your once tight hole begins to gape and yield, becoming pliant around him. And he smirks when he finds the bundle of nerves inside of you that has you violently arching your back, wailing his name. 

Teasing you, watching you break more and more until your face is drenched in tears and drool is addicting, but even he has his limits and his cock twitches, demanding his attention. He snarls in displeasure when you somehow find the ability to ask him to wear a condom as he begins to guide his tip to your stretched hole. Clearly he hadn’t done as good of a job as wrecking you as he thought if you still had the ability to deny him, to question him, to worry about useless things. What’s the point of worrying about protection when he knows he’s clean, when he knows he’ll be the only man to ever breach your tight asshole ever again? 

So he ignores your incessant whining, moaning in pleasure as he easily bottoms out inside of you and he mockingly coos down at how quickly your usage of words stop when he’s fully sheathed inside of you, how quickly you’re reduced to incoherent babbling and lewd moans at the feeling of his cock inside of you. And as he repeatedly slams against your prostate with every thrust of his hips a condom is the last thing on your mind, your head fuzzy and hazy with pleasure as you beg for more, harder, faster. 

But you blearily blink in confusion when he suddenly stops, a petulant pout on your lips as you stare up at him. 

“Say you love me.” 

Even in your dazed state, that line cuts through the fog and you try to raise yourself up on your elbows, trying to register exactly what Oikawa is saying. But when a hand wraps around your cock, you fall back with a cry, hands digging into the rumpled bed sheets as you try to ground yourself, remind yourself that something’s not right about this situation. 

It’s fascinating watching your internal struggle and Oikawa regards the silent movie in your eyes, a twisted sneer on his face at how easy it is to control you like a puppet with just a few calculated flicks of his wrist, a couple of well-aimed thrusts, and far too many denials of your release. And he can practically taste victory on his tongue when you finally give in, wanton exclamations of your love for him filling the air breaking off into pleasured screams as he resumes his rapid pace, hand stroking your cock in tandem as he fills you over and over again. 

It doesn’t take long for you to break to pieces around him and he hungrily watches as your eyes roll back, as your own cum decorates your stomach, as you tightly squeeze around him and he’s following after you, wildly chasing his end until he slams one final time, balls deep inside of you, thick spurts coating your insides. 

You whimper, body and mind still in post-coital bliss, still heavy and exhausted with pleasure, as you feel a sticky trail begin to run down your thigh and you can feel your eyelids begin to close, trying to sink into the soft pillow beneath your head. But you cry out, eyes snapping to attention when fingers are suddenly inside of you once more, fucking the sticky mess back inside of you, and you beg like your life depends on it, unsure if you’re begging him to stop or to give you more. Everything’s so confusing when Oikawa is involved and you’ve never felt less in control of your life as you’re dragged through endless cycles of orgasms and denials, forced to whisper phrases that make less and less sense as the night continues on. 

“I love you, Tooru.” 

“I’ll always be yours, only yours.”

“I’ll come to Argentina with you.” 

The words feel foreign, feel wrong, feel strange, but every time you try to push through the ocean of pleasure you’re drowning in, try to make sense of everything, Oikawa is there pushing you underneath once more, holding you down there until you can’t think of anything else except the excruciating need to cum, cum, and cum. 

Oikawa hums in pleasure as he stares at your slumped figure. He’s not even sure exactly when you passed out, too absorbed in forcefully pulling orgasm after orgasm from your body, but this makes the next step of his plan easier. You look so peaceful, so pure with your eyes closed and your chest rising and falling in slow even waves and he snaps a photo, sending it to Iwaizumi with a cheeky caption to make sure no one else on the team comes looking for you anytime soon. After all, he’s nowhere near done with you. 

He rolls his eyes at the angry text Iwaizumi sends back about respecting your privacy and not taking creepy photos of his players when they’re sleeping, but a satisfied smile slips on his face when the trainer begrudgingly tells him congrats on following through and that he’d do his best to keep your nosy, energetic teammates from bothering the two of you. 

With that out of the way, he finally turns to the plastic bag he’d tucked in the corner of his suitcase, pulling cords and cords of rope and rolls of duct tape as he closes in on your sleeping figure. 

You’re doing so well, submitting so easily, obeying so eagerly, but Oikawa’s always been a strategizer, someone who thinks of all the possibilities and he’s not foolish enough to believe you wouldn’t relapse, wouldn’t find the strength to put up a fight in a last effort to keep your sanity, keep your spirit unbroken. Your strength is one of the things that had drawn him to you after all. 

But as much as he loves watching your wild feral spirit, he thinks he’d rather see you perfectly tamed, owned, broken by him and for him. 

The two of you still have quite a ways before you get there, but it’s nothing a little more time and effort won’t fix and Oikawa has built up a resilient spirit crafted by a lifetime’s worth of hardwork and dedication for this very moment. 

Sometimes it takes longer than he anticipates, but he always wins in the end and you’re not going to be the exception.