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bluemotifofsleep · 3 months ago

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The Process of Elimination

kuroo tetsurou x reader

- for someone so smart, Kuroo can be unbelievably dense.

you’re supposed to be doing your chemistry homework.

“how about Kenma?”

instead, Kuroo is listing the boys volleyball club members because you’d asked if he thought any of them were boyfriend material.

“one time Kenma said i had the posture of a 14 year old gamer boy. that kind of threw me off from him.” Kuroo makes a pained look.

“yeah, that sounds like Kenma.”

you weren’t actually all that interested in the boys volleyball team to be honest, already coming up with a reason you’re not compatible before he’s even got their name out. you’ve spent enough time around Kuroo (and by extension, the team) to know that you only had eyes for one of them. you’d only asked about it hoping that maybe he would say-

“Lev? he’s tall. girls like tall guys, right?”

“ughhh. Lev is like a little brother.” you’re face is scrunched in something akin to disgust at the mention of the childish underclassman. “plus, he’s three years younger than me. do you think i’m some kind of pedophile?”

Kuroo rolls his eyes.

“well, if you’re only interested in third year players, that narrows down your options.” your heart starts beating faster at the inevitable conclusion you know will come from this.

yes, there’s only three third years. kai, Yaku, and-

“why are you asking about only team members anyways?” he’s turned to fully face you now, discarding his textbook and miscellaneous papers on his bedspread. you’ve noticed that for such a responsible person, Kuroo can be really unorganized.

you’ve been noticing a lot about him recently. like how his cheeks flush after an especially tiring match, or the way he tilts his head back and does a full belly laugh at something Kenma says, or the way his smile is a little crooked when it’s real, or how when he’s focusing really hard on a question in your shared homework his brows furrow just slightly, kind of like they are now. like you’re a question he needs to work tirelessly at until you’re answered.

“well, you probably know them best.”

he hums in thought.

“what about Yaku?”

you hum back and pretend to think about it, rolling the thought of it around in your head and looking at it at every angle. you’re not interested in Yaku. you know this, why doesn’t he? how can’t he see the truth that’s right in front of him? literally, right in front of him.

“Yaku’s a bit short, isn’t he?” you shut him down like you’ve shut down every other player Kuroo has mentioned, hoping that by the process of elimination he could come to a conclusion. Kuroo is good at math, right?

“so you’re looking for a tall, handsome, funny but not mean, smart, third year on the volleyball team.” he says and he looks at you like at you like you’re chemistry homework he’s just figured out.

your heart starts pounding faster, there’s only one person left. you know he’s come to the same conclusion that you have. your fingers are pulling nervously at his duvet, and your shoulders are drawn tight up to your ears.

“you like Kai?” he says it like an epiphany. your shoulders drop. for someone so smart, Kuroo can be unbelievably dense.

you’ve had it.

“urgh! no, you idiot! you, its you. i’ve liked you for months now! literally how have you not noticed? you’re making me feel like i picked the wrong person to help me with homework, because if you’re going to act stupid, i may as well just do it by myself.”

after your words, the silence is deafening. each individual tick from the clock on his bedside table sounds like a gunshot.

shit.

did you really just say all that?

Kuroo is looking at you like you’ve grown a second head. you scramble to say something, anything, to spare the last fraying pieces of your dignity, but your throat feels like it’s closed up.

“you like me?” he says it kind of like he repeats back your wrong answers on the practice sheet your working on, incredulous.

“um, yeah. maybe a little.” you’ve lost all the heat that came with your outburst. the air somehow feels prickly in his room, your arms breaking out in goosebumps.

you’d known that by initiating a conversation of this topic, he’d eventually find out. you just didn’t think he would look so shocked.

“you like me.” he repeats, and this time he’s got a furrow in his brow again. it sounds almost accusatory, like he thinks your lying to him. like the idea of you liking him is just so unfathomably weird, you have to be lying.

you’re instantly mad again.

“yeah, so what? what’s so bad about that?” your feelings are hurt, for sure. you didn’t necessarily expect him to reciprocate your feelings, but this outright dismissal of them is painful. “just reject me so we can finish this sheet and i can go home.”

he looks shocked suddenly, like you’ve slapped him across the face.

“no! that’s uh, that’s not what i meant.” and his words throw you off a bit. you’ve known Kuroo for a long time, and you’ve never heard him sputter so outright. he’s always been a fairly cool and collected guy, almost suave with his words, not easily caught off guard. right now, though, he looks as though you’ve taken the ground out from beneath his feet.

“but you- you really like me? like, actually?” the question repeated at you makes heat rise to your cheeks and you feel an embarrassing tickle at your nose, like you might cry.

“i’m leaving.” you start gathering your homework strewn across his bed.

“no, no! wait!” he grabs your wrist lightly, his hold on you loose. if you wanted to, you could pull away from him, but you don’t. as embarrassed as you are, the idea of leaving Kuroos bedroom and possibly never being invited back after your confession is heartbreaking. instead, you lean a tiny bit closer to him so his arm isn’t as strained, and you sit back down onto his plush mattress, ready to hear him out.

“i’m sorry. i was just surprised, is all.” and he sounds like he’s telling the truth. not disgusted, not alarmed, not disappointed, just surprised.

he’s facing you completely now, and he still hasn’t let go of your wrist, your skin tingling at the connection.

you try to sus him out from his expression alone, but the look on his face is hard to make sense of. he looks earnest, and he’s got a hard set to his brows. you’d almost say it looks determined. it reminds you of his face mid volleyball match, when he’s deciding how to get it right, when he’s calculating all of his moves. there’s a small blush on his cheeks, and it’s such an odd and out of place thing for kuroo, you almost wonder if you’re imagining it.

and then he’s leaning in and kissing the thought right out of your head.

you’ve read books before and heard girls gossiping about sparks flying and heat and electricity during a kiss, but this feels different. kissing Kuroo is like lifting off in a hot air balloon, your heart soaring above the clouds. it feels like floating, it feels like finally getting the right answer to a particularly hard chemistry question you’ve been working at for a while, it feels like watching the Nekoma volleyball team win a close match.

it feels like victory.

he finally pulls away after a while, both of you panting and red-cheeked, looking at each other with stars in your eyes. you can vaguely feel some of your homework being crunched under your hand that’s keeping you upright, but you can’t find it in your to care all that much. besides, if it gets ruined, that just means more time spent with Kuroo redoing all of it.

“i was just shocked, is all, about how convenient that is,” he’s slowly leaning back into you, and you can’t help the way you’re leaning in too, pulled together like magnets, like a positive and negative ion. “because i like you too.”

he’s such a dork. i’m in love with him.

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yatsurinamikaze · 3 months ago

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Now Playing: Swan and Shadow [Sakusa Kiyoomi x Miya! Reader]

Short chapters, regular angst, fluff and the MSBY chaos!

Chapter 1: Battery Low

Chapter 2: Giraffe trying to roller-skate

Chapter 3: Did you see that?!

Chapter 4: Tragic ballerinas in distress

Chapter 5: Nothing more

Chapter 6: The Miya Law

Chapter 7: Shinjiro Arakawa

Chapter 8: I dont care

Chapter 9: He hates it that he wants you

Chapter 10: Somethin's off

Chapter 11: Ride back home

Chapter 12: Cant do nothin'

Chapter 13: Hey

Chapter 14: Capitalism, baby ;)

Chapter 15: Yearning

Chapter 16: Do not enter without a smile

Chapter 17: Launch Party

part one: before part two: during extra (mdni) part three: after

Chapter 18: How you lose it all

Chapter 19: The fuck is going on?

Chapter 20: Plastic baggie with ice

Finale:

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milktei · 1 year ago

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Homecoming

Ushijima Wakatoshi x gn!reader

Genre: Sickfic, hurt comfort

Warnings: Slight manga spoilers

Requests: Closed*

a/n: hello hello! (is acting like i haven’t been gone for forever), can you believe i found this just sitting on a random note in my phone 90% done???? i literally wrote this over a year ago and never found the motivation to finish it ;-; due to its age toshi might be a bit ooc.

anyways, i’m not entirely back yet but i keep seeing lovely comments and reblogs that just make me want to start writing again ;-; maybe with the haikyuu movie being released soon my motivation will amp back up. ALSO i’m gonna try to start reblogging regularly again

*request box is still technically “closed” but if anyone has some genshin or *ahem* Baldurs gate 3 requests, i may be inclined to write if they pique my interest :)

enjoy!

If there was one thing that you knew for an absolute fact. it would be that volleyball would always be his main priority.

You knew this well before you started dating him, it was part of the reason you refused to admit your true feelings for him. You refused to take him away from his first love. Something that he was so visibly passionate about.

So you stayed on the sidelines, watching wistfully as the boy you had a crush on rose higher and higher, while you stood on the ground looking up in awe. This was comfortable, you were content with just watching and admiring. It was all you thought you were able to do.

Until he had asked you out first.

You had genuinely thought that Tendou was joking when he had told you that the Ushijima Wakatoshi saw you as anything more than one of the team’s managers.

His face was always devoid of emotion. Your interactions were limited to him nodding in thanks as you gave him a towel or water bottle, or him humming in acknowledgment as you relayed to him the notes you took after the most recent practice match.

And yet you found yourself standing in front of him, just outside the gym after practice, heart absolutely racing as he asked you out on a date.

Your first date was awkward to say the least. Having never spoken outside of club activities, you found it hard to keep a conversation flowing as you two sat in a cafe sipping your drinks.

He had walked you back to your dorm that day, but before you could go in, he had grabbed your hand.

You stared in shock at the large hand enveloping yours, “Ushijima?”

Suddenly, you felt a tiny gust of wind and a slight pressure against your forehead. You could only stammer dumbly as you realized the pressure was his lips.

He pulled away after a moment. He was heavily avoiding eye contact and turned his head to the side, but you could see the tips of his ears turning red.

“I don’t know much when it comes to this stuff. But I know I would like to go out again… if that’s okay with you of course.”

You gaped at the boy in front of you “I- um we…” you took a deep breath to centre yourself and smiled “Yes I would like to go out with you again Ushijima.”

Your relationship progressed quite fast after that. More dates, hanging out with him and Tendou in their dorm.

You were there for everything, cheering him on during games, you were the first person he would seek out when he won, you comforted him after a loss.

Your relationship lasted through high school and even university. It wasn’t long before you two ended up moving in together.

When Wakatoshi found his place with the Schweiden Adlers you were ecstatic. You had also just landed a great job and it felt like your two were simply cruising through life with ease.

Unfortunately your seemingly perfect life would never last forever.

Being in the v-league, volleyball seemed to fill his schedule more now than ever. Constant practice, games outside of the city even in other countries sometimes.

You hardly saw Ushijima anymore despite living with him. Even when you did, he was tired or just about to leave for practice.

It felt like you were pushed back into the sidelines. Watching hopelessly as he rose higher and higher, to places where you could not reach. It was no longer comfortable, you could no longer look in awe, but in despair as you watch him slip from the already loose grasp you had on him.

You couldn’t even remember the last time you went on a date. Every time you mentioned doing something in his free time he had brushed you off.

Which led you to now.

You woke up to an empty bed yet again. It was your day off so you weren’t rushing to get out of bed.

Yet you felt off.

The dryness in your mouth and throat is what you felt first. Then how runny your nose was. Finally, the cold sweat you were experiencing.

You were definitely sick.

You groaned to yourself and pulled the blanket to your chin. Hoping that you could possibly sleep it off.

Yet your efforts were in vain. After what felt like hours of trying to fall back asleep you realized that you were just going to feel even more miserable without anything to eat or at least drink.

You pushed yourself up onto your elbows and immediately regretted it. The world spun around you and your entire body shook. You collapsed back onto your pillow and panted at the exertion it took.

As you caught your breath you turned your head towards your bedside table, where your phone sat charging.

Weakly, you lifted your arm and with a bit of effort you were able to grab your phone. As it turned on you winced at how bright the screen was and with bleary eyes you managed to open your contacts.

The words seemed to blend together as you searched through your contacts, you nearly sobbed in relief as your eyes finally focused on the name of your best friend.

You clicked the call button and dropped you hand to beside your ear, preparing for the way your throat would undoubtedly hurt as you spoke.

After a couple rings you heard the person on the other side pick up and you quickly began speaking, desperate to get them to come quickly so that you could hopefully feel better.

“Hey, I’m sorry if you’re busy but do you think you can bring me some drinks and maybe food? i’m not feeling the best and I don’t know if I can get up at all.”

The person on the other end of the phone began talking but you could barely decipher it as your head spun and your body shivered despite how warm you were.

“-/n….y/n?”

You froze at the deep voice on the other side of the phone. You pulled away an looked at the screen, nearly breaking down at the sight of Wakatoshi’s name instead of your friends. Quickly you put it back against your ear

“Ah I’m sorry Toshi. I meant to call a friend you’re probably busy you don’t have to come back home.” you said quickly, actually sitting up as you rambled nervously, reprimanding yourself for interrupting his practice.

You had called and texted him during practice before. At one point he was fine with it, responding during breaks or calling you back once practice had finished. But lately you had been greeted with one worded responses, or you were just ignored.

One time you even tried to pry once he got home from practice, asking him about his odd lack of response. That day, he had turned to glare at you.

“I’m busy y/n. I don’t have time for things like that.”

“You’re sick?” your thoughts were interrupted by his voice again. He used a tone much gentler than the one he had used that day.

“A little bit, nothing to worry about I can just call-“ you cut yourself off with a harsh cough, unable to hold back the whimper as your throat throbbed in protest.

“I’m coming home.”

Whether from his words or the fever you couldn’t tell, but a chill ran down your spine

“N-no toshi you don’t have to I’ll be fine don’t leave practice just because of me”

“I’ll stop by the store for some ingredients don’t get out of bed.”

And with that the call ended. Slowly, you took the phone away from your ear and looked at it in shock. He was leaving practice early. Something you weren’t aware he was willing to ever do.

At least not recently.

Only when the shock settled, did you realize just how much your body was protesting you sitting up. So, despite your better judgment, you lied back down, waiting in nervous anticipation for him to come home.

What might have been half an hour felt like forever as you laid in bed. Shivering underneath the comforter despite sweating profusely, rubbing your nose raw from having to blow it constantly, all whilst it felt like you were spinning.

In your haze you didn’t even hear the front door or you bedroom door open. How could you when your body demanded all the attention you had?

Wakatoshi stood frozen in the doorway, a plastic bag hanging off his arm, silent as he took in the state you were in.

How hadn’t he noticed before he left? you couldn’t have possibly entered this state within the couple of hours he was gone.

He felt a tug of unease pull at his heart and willed himself to walk up to you.

“y/n,” he called softly. sitting on your side of the bed.

You flinched at the sound of his voice not knowing he was in the room. Slowly, you opened your eyes and winced at the light in the room.

“Toshi,” you croaked pathetically.

His face softened and he brushed your damp hair away from your face, frowning when he felt how warm your forehead was.

“Hey,” he greeted, he lifted a hand and that’s when you saw a thermometer from the medicine cabinet in his hand “can you open your mouth please?“

Weakly, you did as he asked, and as it sat in your mouth, he quickly walked towards the master bathroom. Mumbling something about a towel.

You didn’t hear him however as you turned your head back towards the ceiling and already felt your eyes drooping again.

You only came to when you felt something cool against your forehead, you opened your eyes to see Toshi looking down at you with furrowed eyebrows. The thermometer beeped and when he looked at the reading the crease deepened.

Toshi disappeared for a moment again, making his presence known when he began to take the comforter off of you.

You whined as he did so, shivering even harder as air hit your body. You even sat up to try and grab it back.

“‘s cold toshi,” you slurred.

He was quick to place a thinner sheet on top of you “I know dear, but we have to get your body temperature down.”

As you pulled the blanket closer Wakatoshi opened the bag he brought with him. You heard the rattle of a pill container and then the crack of a bottle being opened. Wakatoshi turned to you and held out some medicine and water.

You reached out a shaky hand to take the medicine, placing the pill in your mouth. Wakatoshi helped you hold the bottle, noting how weak your arms were.

You sighed in temporary relief when you finished drinking, glad that your mouth felt less dry.

Wakatoshi allowed a small relieved smile to cross his face and he quickly helped you lay back down.

“I’ll make you some food, stay here.”

Once he was sure you were comfortable he made his way to the kitchen quickly getting his ingredients ready.

It was only when he was midway through washing some rice when he took a moment to pause.

When was the last time he had cooked for you?

Wakatoshi continued his task albeit feeling guilty thinking about how you’ve been the one cooking and eating dinner alone for some time now. It used to be a shared responsibility. Now he usually came home late so you would put a plate aside for him or he would go out to eat with the team.

He was still deep in though as he pushed the bedroom door open with his back, a tray consisting of a bowl of rice porridge and a cup of tea left a trail small trail of steam as he walked.

You were asleep but woke easily at the sound of his footsteps. It took a moment for your eyes to focus on him.

He gestured with the tray, “Do you think you can eat?”

You looked at the food, perfectly plated and garnished, your mouth watering slightly at the savoury smell.

“I think so. At least a little bit.”

He helped you sit up, and when he saw the weakness still in your arms he fed you himself.

You hummed contently at the first bite of food. You had missed this more than you thought you did.

After about half the bowl was done and your tea finished, you signalled that you stomached as much as your body would allow. Now with your body temperature having gone down and your stomach full you could feel yourself becoming less and less loopy. You watched quietly as he put the tray on the bedside table. When he was finished with that, he sat still on the bed and stared at the wall.

You looked at his face, despite it deceptively lacking emotion, you knew better than anyone else that something was bothering him.

However before you could ask he began to speak

“Why wasn’t I the first person you contacted when you realized that you were sick?”

You froze, looking down in your lap fiddling wIth a loose thread in the blanket.

“…Well…you’ve been busy as of late….I didn’t think it was important enough to take you out of practice. Someone less busy would have probably been willing to come.”

He slowly turned to face you. “You didn’t think that your wellbeing was important enough?”

You shrugged, “Well volleyball is always going to be your biggest priority. I’m just sick it’ll pass.”

Obvious distress crossed Ushijima’s face “y/n, you are my main priority.”

You paused. Perhaps it was time to tell him how you were really feeling instead of dancing around the subject.

“…It hasn’t felt that way lately.” you say hesitantly, your voice small.

Wakatoshi faltered. You kept looking down, almost scared to look him in the eye.

“I was content with that at first, your love of volleyball is admirable, it’s was drew me to you at first. But it always made you seem unattainable. When you asked me on that date all those years ago I was over the moon,” you paused to clear your throat huffing in annoyance as your sickness interrupted you.

“But I can only endure so much Toshi. Nowadays it feels like your going where I can’t reach. You’re always busy, which is understandable for a professional athlete… I just wish it wasn’t to the point where I’m worried about your reaction if I were to try to talk to you.”

There was a shift in the mattress. Then familiar arms that you had been longing for wrapped tightly around you.

“Toshi you’re gonna get sick.”

“It’s fine,”

“but-“

“I’m sorry y/n.”

you stiffened but stayed quiet to let him speak.

“You’ve done so much for me without complaint and I have done so little in return. i’m sorry for letting it get to this point. It took you getting this sick for me to realize.”

A stormy look crossed his face, “I… I’ve been struggling to balance work and home, in return I’ve been neglecting you and letting how tired I am influence my reactions. you don’t deserve that. you are my first priority y/n, I don’t know what I would do without you.”

You sniffled and wiped a tear that fell from your face. You didn’t even know you were crying. For a man usually so quiet and stoic, he always knew what to say to you when he needed to. It was always so endearing to you.

“If I had known you were going to take it this well I would’ve said something earlier,” you say softly.

He smiles sadly, “I haven’t been making it seem that way hmm?”

You shake you’re head but smile back, “no”

He sighs to himself but places a gentle kiss against your forehead much like how he did all those years ago. Your eyes flutter shut and you make let out a pleased sigh. You were much more comfortable than you were when you first woke up.

“We’ll talk more once you get better. I promise,” He eventually says. holding you a bit closer to him.

You nodded and snuggled closer to his chest. While it wasn’t an immediate fix, it was a start.

“Sounds good to me Toshi.”

He smiled down at you “Sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

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woncheolisms · 2 years ago

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haikyuu boys as types of boyfriends.

sfw and nsfw headcanons

warnings: smut, explicit content

part 1

KOZUME KENMA - Gamer bf

This one is pretty obvious, I think.

Kenma stays awake most nights so he's super cranky in the early morning.

He's blunt and straightforward with his words. He doesn't like sugar coating anything. As your relationship progresses though, he does realize that sometimes a little white lie is probably the best option (he would rather shoot himself than ever again say that a dress makes you look fat)

When Kenma gets tired, he gets very candid.

I'm talking love declarations.

"Have I ever told you how pretty you are?"

He mumbles a whole lot of nonsense in between such sweet sentiments though.

He is a very attentive bf. He picks up on little details very easily. And as laid back as he is, he has a special soft spot just for you.

This particular quality makes him great in bed.

Because Kenma is so good at reading cues, he knows exactly what buttons to push to bring you to the edge. And he makes it look effortless.

One major kink he has is having you blow him during a stream.

You will settle down under his desk between his legs before he starts, and he will have you down there for hours, licking and sucking until you've gone drowsy.

And when stream is over, he will finally pull you off, watching you breath deep, covered in sweat and cheeks flushed, precum and saliva dripping off your chin and down your neck.

You're a mess, and he loves it.

Best believe your reward will be mind blowing afterwards.

SAWAMURA DAICHI - Sweet Daddy Bf

"How was your day sweetheart?"

He's very gentle with you.

Has a killer smile.

He cooks for you when he can. He stops what he's doing if you want to talk to him about something.

Just being a perfect gentleman.

He is great at pushing you and encouraging you. He always wants you to try new things and make new experiences. He always has your best interests at heart.

He's very protective. And he does have a jealous streak.

He can tell when a guy is talking to you what his intentions are, and he doesn't like it when the guy's stare lingers too long. He knows how desirable you are, and he wants to keep that to himself.

And when it comes to the bedroom, hoo boy.

Massive, massive control kink. He's extremely dominant. He wants you to submit and he sure as hell will get it.

He loves titles. Sir, Daddy, whatever. He loves pushing you to the limit, encouraging you the whole way there.

"You can do it baby girl, I know you can give me one more."

Manhandles you like crazy. Definitely wants to leave marks.

The morning after? He is the sweetest, most attentive and gentle boyfriend again, as if he didn't wreck your shit the night before.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI - Tsundere bf

One thing we all know about Kiyoomi, he can get really mean.

And that doesn't exclude you.

As his gf though, you've gotten used to his jabs and know he doesn't really mean them. And if he does, he doesn't intend to hurt you with them.

And one thing is for certain, these little jabs are reserved for him only.

Because the second someone else teases you, he is not having it.

He knows he is intimidating, and he will use that to make anyone shut up.

He hates PDA. He doesn't want to do it and he doesn't like anyone else doing it.

Ask him to say 'I love you' and he will make the most constipated face known to mankind.

His love language is definitely acts of service. He will go above and beyond if it means it might make your day even slightly easier. Even if he will tell you how incompetent you are while he does it for you.

You think it's pretty cute actually.

In the bedroom though, all bets are off.

He loves degrading you, loves telling you how pathetic you look when you beg for his cock.

"You want it so bad, don't you? You little slut. You can't get enough."

He doesn't let up for one second. Sex with Sakusa is very intense.

The one time he doesn't hold back on the affection is during aftercare. He becomes gentle and giving, and will make sure that by the end you are so comfortable, that sleep comes natural.

SUGAWARA KOUSHI - Soft Dom bf

He's the perfect gentleman.

Always dressed immaculately, nicely done short fluffy hair, million dollar smile.

He plans great dates. He loves spoiling you every single time no matter how much you protest.

He loves music and making you cute playlists.

He gives great advice when you need it. He is more of a 'do it yourself' person, because he thinks it will help you grow. But he is there to encourage you every step of the way.

It's absolutely no surprise that he's a soft dom in bed.

He loves praising you. Loves telling you what a good job you're doing when you go down on him. Runs his hand through your hair and coos at you when you look up at him with teary eyes and his cock stuffed in your mouth.

He wants you to be good and listen to him, but secretly loves it when you're being a brat, because then he can put you in your place.

"Say please"

He's bigger on reward than the actual punishment, which includes so many orgasms and so much overstimulation that the reward starts to feel like the actual punishment.

(That's the whole point though, in his eyes)

SUNA RINTAROU - Skater Boy bf

I didn't know what else to name this lol

Very laid back. Looks like he doesn't give a shit.

He definitely gives a shit though.

He's very sarcastic and very witty. He will send you the most random, out of pocket text at 2 in the morning as if it's completely normal.

"Okay I'm going to sleep. Goodnight." Proceeds to send twenty Instagram reels bec he can't go to sleep without scrolling through his phone.

He def smokes weed.

He wants a lazy makeout session all the time. He loves making you sit on his lap, slowly going through every crevice of your mouth with his tongue while he gropes at your body.

Two things he loves in bed: eating you out and having you ride him.

He could stay between your legs for hours, just licking and sucking until your pussy is swollen and red, until you're shaking and crying and begging to cum.

This little shit loves edging. Loves to hear you begging. Loves it when you cry.

"Look at you. Big fat tears coming out your eyes. Oh you want this so bad, don't you?"

Loves the view when you ride him. Crosses his arms behind his head and watches with that steely narrow gaze as you unravel on top of him and use his dick to make yourself cum.

Let me know what you think!

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edelfie · 8 months ago

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#𝓣𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘! seven evil exes.

in a cruel twist of fate, you appear to be living a trashy 2010s movie plot. your life seems like a bad knockoff of scott pilgrim vs. the universe, but it really wasn’t your intention! if you knew your exes would near-unanimously turn out to be selfish, narcissistic assholes, you wouldn’t have dated them at all…maybe. hey, what can you say? you stayed so long for a reason (and it wasn’t their mediocre personality).

or, a collection of all your exes, affectionately nicknamed the “seven evil exes” by tendou.

the pseudo-playboy, miya atsumu!

atsumu miya is as charming as he is finicky—which is to say, quite. you met him at an upscale bar in tokyo in the months leading up to the olympics. you don’t keep up with sports drama, much less volleyball drama, so how were you to know he was being flamed by the internet for breaking up with his on-and-off nepo baby influencer girlfriend, lia handa, just a few weeks prior?

even if you knew, it wouldn’t have changed anything. they were broken up now, and atsumu is so handsome and wild and vibrant. you both knew what it was going in—a few months of blissful provocations, and you’ll awake to your bed cold, number blocked, and a rumor of lia handa’s engagement. you knew he was no good, so why does it sting still?

“i heard you’re back together, and if that’s true—you’ll just have to taste me when he’s kissing you”

the wild card, oikawa tooru!

of all your exes, oikawa tooru may be the only one you don’t have problems with. unlike atsumu, who failed to mention your apparent open-relationship, you and oikawa both knew from the start that it was only short, blissful fun. having met him while you both were in brazil (you on vacation, him competing), you came to an agreement—one month, no strings attached, and absolutely no feelings.

after all, neither of you were successful yet, and neither of you were willing to budge on your dreams to be with the other. so as he dropped you off at the airport, he gave you a teary kiss and sent you away, never to meet again. so now that he’s an olympian, and you’re moving up in the world, the brunet flirt decides the time is now to shoot his shot again. and who are you to deny him?

“who’s the cute boy with the white jacket and the thick accent? like…maybe it’s all in my head, but i bet we’d have really good bed chem.”

the introverted entrepreneur, kozume kenma!

you were, quiet literally, at your lowest. it was during that time when you met kozume kenma—a friend of a friend, lev. while you began as acquaintances, you had made your intentions of pursuing him obvious from the start. it was only a matter of time until you were moving in with him and making nightly appearances in his videos and streams.

you can’t pinpoint an exact reason where it all went wrong. perhaps it was when you realized how empty you felt, or when you convinced yourself you needed to be alone to fulfill your dreams. either way, years later, you attempt to self-soothe by saying your lifestyles—you, really—were incompatible. it doesn’t ease the aching in your chest as you read another comment from a fan pleading you to get back together. how is it that you felt nothing then, yet everything now?

“don’t smile because it happened, baby, cry because it’s over”

the not-boyfriend, sugawara koushi!

after a slew of failed relationships and bad press, you desperately needed someone to “soften” your public image. it just so happened that sugawara koushi was just that person. a humble elementary school teacher, with a kind face and funny, affable personality, and no problematic past. surely there was no way you could mess this up right? and you won’t! you’ll successfully date for roughly 7 months before calling it quits shortly before the launch of your album—to focus on your career, of course.

if it were truly that easy, he wouldn’t be on this list now would he? except for once, it really isn’t a burden on your own conscious. for sugawara, he knew faking a relationship with his childhood best friend would be hard. what he didn’t know was that you’d leave him feeling like this. so as he watches you flirt with other guys, he can’t help but wonder if he’s on your mind. and as he goes to sleep in a cold bed once again, he has to wonder just what you’re getting up to—and who you’re getting under.

“i know you’re not the sharpest tool in the shed. we had sex, i met your best friends—then a bird flies by and you forget.”

the girl, so confusing, alisa haiba!

as far as the world is concerned, you and alisa haiba are friends and occasional coworkers. to your devoted super fans, however, there is a strong conviction that there is…something between the two of you. the gentle petting, sweet nicknames, and romantic gestures left many speculating. despite being labeled overzealous conspiracy theorists, they hold strong in their convictions of your secret relationship.

unfortunately, they will never receive an answer either way—you had long blocked alisa years ago. the details of it are murky, even to you, but one thing you know for certain—alisa haiba, for all the millions she’s worth, is a coward. so afraid of herself that she kicked you out of your shared apartment, stole your clothes, and ruined your life in one fell swoop. if you were to see her again, you may have to be restrained one way or another.

“it’s slim pickings, if i can’t have the one i love i guess it’s you that i’ll be kissing, just to get my fixings.”

the ordinary ghost, akaashi keiji!

the man across from you reminds you of someone. maybe it’s because of the blue hue of his eyes, or his introverted, soft-spoken demeanor. your brain scrambles to figure out just who he is, but that’s the thing—he’s a nobody. he is not someone back from the dead to haunt you, nor is he some clout chaser feeding off you for his 15 minutes of fame. he’s just…a guy. and you are so into that.

akaashi keiji, you learn, is a humble manga editor. he has many interests, including games, volleyball, and…you. but not you, as in the rising pop star, but you the stranger he met in a coffee shop. when is the last time you have been truly desired for who you are? there’s a thumping in your chest, a dangerous thing for a woman like you. you know it’ll only be a matter of time before he finds out—the fame, the controversy, the relationship you are already in. but you don’t seem to care that much, you just want to chase this feeling, and you’ll be damned if you have to let go.

“i know you want my touch for life, if you love me right then who knows? i might let you make me juno.”

the amateur rockstar, semi eita!

you loved semi eita once. it was when you were sixteen and high on endorphins, blood rushing to your face every time he glanced in your direction. you confessed during your graduation, and by uni you were officially an item. the two of you had amazing synergy, both in your relationship and work ethic—with his instrumental mastery and your vocals, you could’ve taken on the world.

you loathe semi with all your being. it started with small, petty disputes over the future of your little garage band. you wanted to feel more grown-up than your dingy two man team. semi vehemently disagreed and opposed all others getting involved. the tension was so strained it became hard to tell whether the two of you held any love for each other, despite never saying otherwise.

that was, until you caught semi with his pants down and fondling one of the maybe 3 groupies you had, in the backseat of your car nonetheless. that was the day semi eita died in your mind, and so you do not look at the billboards the plaster his face or answer prying questions about your previous relationship. you don’t say things like how he was your first boyfriend, the man you believed you’d marry, the one you still sometimes dream of. instead, you smile curtly and decline to answer.

“and you’ve lost all common sense, what a coincidence”

BLIND ITEMS! —

## during their brief fling, the newly gold-medaled athlete and the controversial singer had a very public blowout at an izakaya because the athelte’s brother was being too friendly with the singer. now that the two are separated, the fly on the wall wonders if that friendliness will amount to anything. [revealed: miya atsumu, Y/N L/N]

## according to close sources of this home-born, now foreign olympian, he was not pleased about the news surrounding another olympian in his sport dating and old flame of his. apparently, he was hoping to woo her over once more at the 2021 olympics, but her relationship stopped him in his tracks. now that the games are over and she was suddenly broken up with in favor of his on-and-off influencer ex, the foreign olympian is furious. [revealed: oikawa tooru, miya atsumu, Y/N L/N, lia handa]

## the alliterate youtuber and ceo has turned down many offers from other creators to appear on dating shows such as “love or host”. fans believe this is because he has sworn off public dating, if not dating entirely, after the breakup between him and his anonymous girlfriend three years ago. [revealed: kozume kenma]

## the close circle of the rising pop girl have been seen cohabitating with a total normie, leading some to speculate if he is a friend or significant other of the star. [revealed: Y/N L/N]

## word of mouth says the half-russian model is in a queer relationship with her coworker. after briefly starring on the same show together, the two were spotted cuddling on a couch at the after party. [revealed: alisa haiba, jenna moreau]

## the editor of this famous manga and close friend of the mangaka is looking towards writing their own work within the next year.

## the faux-rockstar and his guitarist seem to be covertly flirting through songs and social media posts. whether it is genuine or just promotional for their upcoming album remains to be seen. [revealed: semi eita, kanna matsumoto]

jujuondatbeat. a love square between two olympians, lia, and some girl is not what i expected in my 2021 bingo card — nesayah. “some girl” put some respect on my queens name bro — jujuondatbeat. i think i’d die before i ever did that, sorry <3

cowsallover. am i the only one who wants to know who the editor is ??

junebuggg. it’s been 3 years (5 since they started dating) and the people NEED a kodzuken gf reveal! — devilishtears. orrrr you could leave him alone and mind your business ! they’re exes for a reason babes

sera_pent. PLEASE tell me it’s a pr relationship like i CANNOT cope with my husband semi being taken </3

elmosupremecy. miya atsumu when i catch you…

NOTES! —

As a college student and avid learner, education has always been a huge pillar of my life. That's why I take great personal interest in promoting this fundraiser. Ola is a graduate student from Al-Azhar University in Gaza. Before October 7th, she had graduated from her school with a Bachelors in Mathematics, a grade of distinction, and first class honors. She then began work as a seventh grade math teacher and took great pride in her work. However, in the midst of war, Ola has reached out to ask for support for her students, her family, and herself. Even sharing her story is enough, so please take some time out of your day to donate here or share Ola's story online and in person.

In a similar vein, I've started my own higher education. Thus, I can't promise any fast or consistent updates. I am blessed enough to have a flexible, light schedule this semester though, so I am hoping to write as much as I can for you guys! I'm a bit disappointed since I won't be able to take any English or Creative Writing classes in college unless I want to shell out the extra money and time wkwkwk, but I suppose it's for the best so that I don't get burnt out or overworked.

If I ever stop updating this fic before it's complete for, lets say about a month, feel free to yell at me through DMs or asks and I'll bust my butt to get something out! I work best under pressure LOL. Also plsss nobody mention how Kenma’s spam was made two years in the future 😭 I was tired and wanted to get it over with, tryst it will be fixed tho.

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kenmasssperson · 2 months ago

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Any chance I could request a soulmate au?

If possible, a hurt comfort / angst with a happy ending.

Maybe reader thinks they can't be together for one reason or another, and he has to pursue the reader to convince them that they're meant to be.

Akaashi, Kageyama, Sugawara, or Iwaizumi please, thank you! :)

Sure, I'll try my best! I know for some it works like you see in black and white until meeting your soulmate, but idk how they'd learn the colors...? Anyways.

Tags: Iwaizumi x reader, fluff, angst with happy ending, jealousy, insecurity, Oikawa, soulmate au.

Synopsis: In a world where everyone has a soulmate, a person destined to love you until forever falls apart, what happens when you can't be with who is supossed to be your parner for life?

A soft sigh escaped your lips when you realized you'd have to endure the seventh third-wheeling session of the week.

Watching your friends being all lovey-dovey with each other wasn't something you particulary enjoyed. Don't get it wrong, you were happy for them and glad they had found their soulmates and everything had gone okay, but being ignored is a horrendous feeling that usually leads to feeling undeserving of the attention you aren't recieving.

So even if your friends spent whole hang outs making out and giggling while they whispered in their lover's ears, completely leaving you out, you never protested.

Your friends had apologized some times, promising over and over they'd try to include and acknowledge you more, but by the end of the day they were always blissfully ignoring your existence.

You comforted yourself with the fact that you knew you had a soulmate. The thought someone out there was perfect for you and you were perfect for them was enough to keep you going everytime.

Someone who was as part as you as your own self.

Someone who you shared your essence with, your very soul.

Someone who was waiting to meet you as eagerly as you waited to meet them. Or so you hoped.

But things didn't go like you thought.

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Hajime Iwaizumi was having another tough day.

To be fair, Oikawa was being twice as annoying as always, and the nerves for the upcoming volleyball match were turning him into a stress-mess.

Plus, his soul mark had started to feel...kinda strange.

Iwaizumi liked to stare at it from time to time. Sometimes when he was alone in his room, or after a match, or whenever life, stress, anger and feelings got too much, he liked to just genuinely see it.

He would sit by himself, roll his sleeve up and pay close attention to the intrincate pattern etched on the underside of his wrist.

Trace the lines, curves and swirls with the tips of his fingers, with only careful and soft touches, as if he feared it would fade away.

But Hajime knew it wouldn't.

That was the mark he shared with his soulmate, wherever they were. The design of their souls, printed on their skins since they were born and staying even after death.

Souls can't divide.

Because your soul doesn't die with your physical form. And neither does the connection that ties you to that special person.

Souls dance among other people's souls, mixing, touching, pulling away and connecting us, searching for their other half.

And when they find it, they collide and fuse, becoming one.

That's why, when Iwaizumi would space out staring at the mark in the solace of privacy, he would always wonder how long would it take to find you.

If he only knew.

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"It's not fair you get all the attention!"

"That's because I'm more awesome"

Oikawa's cocky remark earned him a slap in the back of the head from Hajime's part and some sighs from their teammates, who knew the thing would only escalate from there.

They were warming up, about to play one of their most important matches.

The squeak of the shoes on the wooden planks and the sound of multiple volleyballs being mersilessly hit and slammed against the floor flooded the gymnasium.

People whispered and chatted as they rushed to get seats, some fangirls screamed and a new born cried while his mother tried to desperatedly soothe them.

Layers and layers of noise, unheard stories, adoring praise, murmurs, and the calls for familiar faces in the crowd, enveloping Iwaizumi welcomingly.

His gaze roamed the stands, passing by faces of kids, adults and old people, all here to see them play, to see him play...

Until he locked eyes with you.

It was completely unexpected, the way your stares met like pulled by some kind of strange magnet.

And then you felt it. And he felt it too.

That tingling sensation that run his soul mark up and down and then up again, electrifying and ticklish.

And the world faded away.

The noise, the lights, the yells and slams and squeaks. It was just you and him.

Him and you, feeling like the physical distance between you wasn't real, wasn't as far as it seemed.

And you both knew it. You knew he'd be yours, and he knew you'd be his.

Forever.

And then the magical moment broke with the loud whistle signaling the start of the match.

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"Please" Oikawa begged, pushing the bouquet of roses into Hajime with insistance.

"No" he denied in a determined tone, brows furrowed and arms crossed over his chest.

Oikawa's chocolate brown eyes pleaded with him, full of desperation as he tried to get his best friend to deliver the flowers and the heart shaped box of chocolate to the girl Tooru was currently in a situation-ship with.

He had meant to give them himself, but coach was calling him for an interview and Oikawa's girl was just about to leave the stadium because she was running late to greet her family at the airport.

So Oikawa had no way of accepting the interview and delivering the gifts at the same time. His only solution was that Hajime accepted bringing the things to her in his place while Tooru attended fame matters.

"Alright." Iwaizumi grumbled in the end, "But you owe me"

Oikawa lit up, nodding eagerly before shoving the bouquet and chocolates into his best friend's arms and sprinting off.

Iwaizumi sighed, furrowing his brows as he started to make his way up up the stands, sorting throught the crowd with "sorry"s and "excuse me"s, ignoring the curious looks and surprised whispers to see him holding such romantical items.

"who was the lucky girl?" People wondered, their eyes trailing on him, following his way higher and higher until he reached the spot where Asami stood, her eyes roaming the place in search of Oikawa as she anxiously tapped her fingers on her lap and checked her watch.

"Asami-san" Iwaizumi called, making the girl turn around to face him, her furrowed brows softening.

"Yeah?" She asked, confusedly eyeing the roses and the heart shaped box, praying Iwaizumi would not confess to her.

"Trashikawa had to run to catch an interview so he asked me to deliver this" he stepped closer and handed her the roses and chocolate.

Asami's eyes widened and her mouth parted slightly in surprise, touched by the gesture, "He's so sweet" she cooed, "Thank you so much, Iwa-chan" she said, gazing up at him.

"You're welcome" he sighed, nodding, and turned his face to the side when she leaned to smell the roses with a love-sick expression, feeling like it was a moment Oikawa should be witnessing, not him.

And when his eyes gazed in the other direction, he was met with a surprised pair of eyes.

Your eyes.

The surprise quickly melted into hurt and his own surprise melted into horror.

You, his soulmate, had just watched him give flowers and chocolate to some random girl.

This wasn't how either of you expected your first meeting to be.

You stared like in trance, your stomach churning and your chest tightening, eyes lingering on her long enough to make insecurity and jealous claw at you.

Of course.

Of course this would happen to you. Not even your soulmate wanted you, and who could blame him?

He was so fine, and the girl just in front of him was so pretty. With perfect, long, shiny hair, gorgeous green eyes and the most striking smile.

So effortlessly flawless, she was.

How could you compare to her?

You weren't special in any way, you didn't stand out in crowds, didn't light up places with your mere presence, couldn't un bring a smile to people's faces with a few sweet words.

Truth is, you couldn't compare.

So you run away.

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Iwaizumi knew he messed up.

Well, it wasn't enterely his fault, was it? It was Trashikawa's fault.

He had rushed out the gymnasium, praying to catch a glimpse of your hair, of your clothes... A way to get to you.

Where were you? God, why did these things only happen to him?

He finally found you at the back of the building, resting your back against the wall, knees to your chest. Your eyes were closed, as if you were trying to turn the world out.

"Hey..." He said hesitantly, sitting down in front of you.

You furrowed your brows and gazed away, wiping the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes, "go away, please"

He shook his head, "I know what you saw, but it's not like you think..."

"It's alright, really. You don't have to explain it it to me. We are not even dating" you assured.

He wished you'd look at him, "No, really. A friend of mine asked me to give those things to his... Almost girlfriend. I was just delivering. I promise..."

He knew how fake it must have sounded to you.

"Please, believe me. I've been waiting for you all these years, i never even dated anyone before. I've wanted to meet you so bad..." He said gently, the furrow of his brows softening as he hesitantly reached for your hand, his thumb caressing the back of it.

"You can have anyone you want" you said, eyes teary as you looked at him, all the years of insecurity washing over you "Why would you wanna be with me? I'm nothing special..."

He was taken aback, surprised you'd say something like that, "What?"

He let out a sigh and took your wrist gently, lifting it between you two so you could see the soul mark. He lifted his own and held it up besides yours.

"We are soulmates" he said, "There's no one i'd like to be with besides you"

His words were so soft and honest.

It was true he didn't know you yet, but he was sure he would be so in love with you.

The way you moved, the way you talked, how expressive your eyes were. He loved everything about you already, everything pulled him in.

"I think you're the most special person I'll ever meet" Iwaizumi said, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, "So please, give us a chance"

You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach at his words and gestures. He looked so tough and intimidating, but yet he was being so sweet.

You couldn't have wished for someone more perfect to share your soul with, and you couldn't wait to get to really know him, to fall in love with him.

And then, when your eyes met again, you two were sure the other was who you'd want to spend the rest of your life with.

A.n: Soorryy it took so loongg!! I really don't like how i wrote it, and I had to re-write it because it got erased, it was really frustrating... But i hope you like it!!

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potatingpotato · 4 months ago

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and you called me an idiot [kageyama tobio]

pairing: kageyama tobio/reader (both are 18+ in this) genre: smut drabble summary: Kageyama has had enough of you teasing him.

a/n: I wrote this a long time ago and originally posted it in deviantart. idk but I suddenly have the urge to post my fics from there to other places haha. hope you enjoy this proof of my thirst for kageyama from the past lmao!

You let out a gasp as he bit your neck, leaving a small love bite. You close your eyes as the pleasure starts taking over as you let yourself get lost in the moment.

Kageyama eyes the way you look appreciatively from his position above you. Disheveled hair, eyes almost glazed over with pleasure, your teeth biting your lip to keep your moans in. He thrust into you harder and smirked when a loud moan came from your mouth and an even lewder expression painted your face.

He kept up the rough pace, enjoying the absolute dominance he had over you. You were a moaning, panting mess and it was all because of him.

And you called him an idiot.

#kageyama tobio #kageyama tobio x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu reader insert #hq!!#hq x reader #hq reader insert #x reader #reader insert #kageyama tobio reader insert #kageyama tobio smut #smut #thirst the quench #kageyama smut #haikyuu smut

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nowoyas · 11 months ago

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I don't think we can put this in the sports column (NSFW) - karasuno/reader

m.list - read on ao3

A/N: wrote this months ago. didn't edit it for ages bc I thought it would suck to edit. it didn't suck to edit it fucking rocked and I'm never questioning myself again hell yeah

Summary: You infiltrate Karasuno's volleyball club for the university paper and take to bed a few of the rumors you've heard.

Warnings: smut, orgy/gangbang, oral sex, fingering, handjobs, double penetration, spitroasting, creampies, reader is referred to with she/her pronouns, uhhhhh marking, exhibitionism, accidental voyeurism, overstimulation, light dom/sub stuff (submissive reader), uhhhhhh there's. there's a lot going on here guys. I wasn't fucking around when I said karasuno gangbang.

Word count: ~7000

It’s the night before your first game since you started this little investigation, and you are pressed flat against the wall outside the gym, a hand firm against your mouth in a desperate attempt to not make a noise.

There’d been rumors, sure. And yeah, you were here to investigate those rumors.

Karasuno is such a good team. They’ve gotta be doing some crazy shit to be that close and play that well, though.

That had been the… family-friendly version of the rumors. The more salacious of them had gone into detail you’d blushed too hard to repeat—images of working out issues with clothes off and loud gasps and—

Okay, chill. You’re a journalist. This is nothing.

(Okay, you’re a journalism major, technically speaking. But you need to get used to these things. It’s not like you’ve never had sex before.)

You had enmeshed yourself in the Karasuno University volleyball team after picking up the scent of those rumors about a month ago. Most of the rumors, you thought, were too stupid to entertain. It’s not like they were actually partaking in witchcraft to win games. That would be completely stupid. You assumed, honestly, that they had just clicked. Yeah, it didn’t really seem like everyone got along—the freshmen were constantly at each other’s throats, the captain had his hands full reigning in half the team comprised of spitfires, and there was at least one guy who seemed to believe his job on the team was to piss off as many of his teammates as possible. The only ones safe seemed to be the seniors and the girls, of which there were three if you counted yourself.

So far, it had seemed to be that there was no version of the rumor that was true—no, there were no blood sacrifices, yes, they did sometimes sleep, no, there were no crazy orgies in place to encourage team bonding, and no, they did not seem to be some sort of micro-cult. Disappointing for your article though it was, they had welcomed you in with almost no resistance, and you had found nothing out of the ordinary. They were just… normal athletes. Maybe a bit more passionate than most, but… normal.

Except. Except.

Here you are, the night before they have a match, listening to wet squelches and distinct slaps and what is undoubtedly moaning, unable to figure out exactly who the moans are coming from except that there’s definitely more than two people involved in whatever’s happening inside that gym, and fighting back the urge to peek through the cracked door and figure out exactly what the fuck is going on. (Or, uh, who the fuck is getting it on.)

Fuck. Are they seriously… seriously fucking in the gym right now?

There’s the burning shame of having caught them. The absolute mortification of knowing that you’re sitting there listening to them have sex with reckless abandon. You should be uncomfortable, but instead, you catch yourself squeezing your thighs together.

A particularly loud moan catches you off guard, and you jerk your finger from your mouth—when had you started biting it to keep quiet?—and flee while you still have the chance.

(As far as anyone else is concerned, when you’re safe within the confines of your single-person dorm room, there’s no proof to say that you snaked a hand down your pants, still thinking of that brightly-lit gym, of the idea of having been caught listening to them, of being pulled inside and—

There’s no proof.)

The day-to-day doesn’t change. You don’t let it. The guys played their match, and they won, and it was great. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t smiling as they won, and your report for the sports column of the university paper was more than glowing. They’re a really fun team to watch, more so now that you know them—even if you’re now taking every effort in your head to not act like a total freak around them.

Honestly, you even think you're doing a pretty good job of it. You pretended not to notice the smell in the gym the morning after The Event—faint though it was, there was undeniably the hint of sex still in the air—you forced down any errant thoughts around them, and you didn't breathe so much as a word to anyone about it. What does it matter if they're having orgies or whatever the night before a game? What does it matter at all?

Luckily, you spend more time talking to the girls than anything—Shimizu and Yachi are becoming fast friends with you, you think out of an eagerness to have another girl around in a large group of guys. They're easier to talk to, too, since you don't recall hearing any particularly feminine moans during The Event. It's possible they have no idea. Possible that they, too, think things are normal. (Or else, they're the source of the orgy rumors, but neither seems much like the type.) They tell you innocuous little things about the team, like that time Hinata and Kageyama were so focused on their little rivalry that they ran clear to the next town before realizing they'd lost the rest of the team, and you get caught up in much-needed girl talk when you go out to eat together. Little debates on birth control, on dating, on whether or not that one psych professor can get it.

By the time the next game rolls around, you've nearly re-assimilated into the concept of a normal life. It’s really not a big deal, anyways—people have sex. It’s normal.

“Well, [name],” Daichi says towards the end of practice one day, about a week before. “You were only going to be here for a few weeks, right? How have you liked it?”

You nod, polite smile decorating your lips. “It’s been really enjoyable! It’s a bit sad that I won’t be around after the next game, honestly. You guys are really fun to be around.”

“Hmm?” Tsukishima says, an eyebrow raised your way. At some point, you seem to have captured the attention of everyone in the room, though you’re not quite sure what you did. You can sense their eyes on you though—a few of the more open guys stare, a few of the more polite ones glance out of the corners of their eyes. You’re stuck in the spotlight as Tsukishima takes a step towards you.

Why does one step suddenly feel so dangerous?

“You know, I’m sure no one here would stop you if you decided to stay.”

Yeah, your blood’s running cold. You get a firm grip on your brain in hopes of not horribly misinterpreting everything that’s going on, but—

“You confirmed the information you were looking for, right? Two weeks ago, hanging around outside the gym before the game.”

Ah.

Your face isn’t sure whether it wants to go pale or erupt in a furious blush. You, for your part, scramble for an answer. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You don’t? Are you that dense, or are you lying to us?”

A tiny squeak passes from your throat. “W-what’re you—“

“I was expecting something to show up in the school paper by now, but instead we just got a glowing column about how well we played the next day. Not a word of it. Why is that?”

“Oi, Tsukishima, aren’t you laying it on a bit thick?” one of the others says.

“It’s fine,” he replies, looking down at you as you look down at the floor. “Well, [name]? I’m waiting, Miss Reporter.”

The words burn a path down to your crotch, and you are absolutely not losing here, not now. You’ve just decided that. You meet his eye with a determined look. “I run the sports column, not the gossip column, Tsukishima. It hardly matters to me what you guys are getting up to—“

“You’re blushing, though. And you had to have heard before getting wrapped up in this, right? I’m comfortable speaking for everyone here when I say you can really find out the truth, if you want.”

“H-huh?”

He’s boxed you in, your back hitting the wall. Nowhere to run.

“What do you say? Wanna become an honorary member of the volleyball club?”

A sound sort of reminiscent of a boiling kettle leaves you, and you shove him away before you register it. “P-please give me time to think about it!”

A heavy silence.

“Alright, that’s enough. Let’s try not to scare the poor girl, yeah?” Suga says. He places a comforting hand on your shoulder. “If she wants to, she wants to, and if she doesn’t, she doesn’t. [name], if you wanna go for the day, you can.”

“I, um…”

He nods and guides you towards the door. Before you can properly escape, he leans in close: “if you do decide you want to, come see us after practice Friday night and we’ll initiate you. If not, we’ll respect that, okay?”

Initiate.

Friday night.

You swallow, throat feeling suddenly dry.

Just what have you gotten yourself into?

You spend the week caught between a rational panic and another emotion you are not willing to put a name to. Yachi had texted you not long after your escape that night, an apology and a really genuine “no one will be mad if you don’t show Friday”. That was relaxing, just slightly, except the little pang as you realized you actually did want to show. You’ve had a text back drafted to her the past three days, glaring back at you as you agonized over your phone screen:

No problem at all! I just had one question about what this “initiation” would entail. You know, to prepare myself!

You’re pretty sure you’ve deleted and re-drafted the exact same text about fifty times. Normally, you’d text a friend, ask them to help you review what you’re saying to make sure it sounds chill, but who the fuck are you going to tell about this? The implication was clear. Freaked out as you are, you’re not exactly interested in spreading the information, either.

Friday morning is when you actually do get the guts to send it, having spend the week pointedly avoiding everyone, volleyball-related or otherwise. The final draft:

Sorry for being a little AWOL! Had some thinking to do, lol. I just wanted to ask what I can expect if I did show up tonight? You know, so I’m prepared?

She’d responded immediately—not with a text, but with an email and a call, the call coming through less than a minute after you’d gotten a notification of an email from her.

Somehow, your morbid curiosity on what you should know before showing up, if you chose to, turns into an hour-long phone conversation turns into sitting down with an open notebook turns into you reviewing the document she’d emailed you, freshly showered while Yachi goes through your closet.

“You wanna wear something sexy, but kinda cheap. Sometimes they get a bit too excited. After the first time, you don’t really have to participate in this stuff, if you’re busy or just not up for it, but especially for this first time, don’t give them the opportunity to wreck any clothes you care about.”

You nod, make a note on your open notebook, thighs squeezing together impatiently. She emerges from your closet, a bright look on her face as she holds up a miniskirt you’d long since relegated to the very back. “This is a cute skirt! It’s a really strong candidate.”

“Do you think so?” you cringe. “Honestly, I’m worried it might be a bit… y’know, short.”

“[full name].” She gives you a flat look. “You do understand what’s happening tonight, right?”

“…right. I’ll wear the skirt.”

She brightens up in an instant. “Good! Now let me find a matching top…”

When she’s satisfied, your outfit laid out and you almost mentally prepared to actually get dressed for this sort of thing, you expect her to leave the room, but she simply waits.

“Uh, Yachi, I need to…”

“I just thought of something,” she says, face blank. “[name], have you ever been with a girl before?”

Ah.

Your cheeks feel hot. You’ve not exactly tried to hide that you’re bisexual—if nothing else, the bi pride flag on your wall would be indicator enough—but as far as actual experience with girls…

“I’ve… thought really hard about it…? I haven’t really had the opportunity.”

She nods to herself. “Right. Before you get ready, it’ll be easier if I do this now.”

Her lips are on yours before you can fully process it, soft and tasting faintly of pineapple chapstick. She kisses you long and slow, lets you relax into it. When she pulls away, she smiles shyly, like she didn’t just kiss you for the purposes of prepping you for an orgy she’ll be involved in later today. “There. Get that first out of the way before we have to make out in front of the volleyball team.”

She waves on her way out of your bedroom. “Get dressed! I wanna make sure that outfit works for today.”

Right. Get dressed.

Well, if nothing else, you’re definitely sure about being bisexual now.

If not for Yachi, you would have backed out a hundred times already. As it is, she keeps a gentle, reassuring hand on your back as the two of you enter the gym, a good few minutes after the usual practice officially ends. They’ve already finished cleaning up everything from the day, the air already seemingly charged even before the part where they notice you’ve actually shown up.

Yachi closes the door behind you with a sweet smile. “We got her!” she cheers by way of greeting.

The eyes that suddenly land on you—all fourteen pairs, including Yachi—seem heavier than usual. Hungry. You can’t help the nerves that threaten to make you tremble at the promise of what’s to come.

But there’s Yachi again, ever-sweet and cute as she wraps an arm around your side.

“Oh, I see that!” Daichi is the first to say. “Glad to see you’ve decided to join us, [name]. Here I thought we’d scared you off for good!”

You giggle nervously. “Well, I just… you know me! Always gotta over-think things.” That’s good. That’s casual. You’re managing an almost-even tone while you talk. Almost like you’re a normal, real human person.

“I know the feeling,” Asahi sighs.

Suga sets down a chair near the center of the gym, eyes watching you in silent interest.

“I’m guessing since you came with her that you’ve been coaching her, Yachi?”

She nods. “She’s had the whole rundown. Knows what to expect and everything.” She unwinds herself from you in preparation for whatever’s to come next. You try not to jump at the sound of the lock on the door clicking shut.

“Good. Good.” Daichi nods. “Come sit, [name]. No sense in putting it off, right?”

You nod slowly, timidly stepping forward. Yachi follows close behind.

“Limits?” Daichi asks firmly. “Loud enough so we all hear you.”

Another laugh from you, shaky with nerves as you perch on the chair Suga set out for you. You rattle them off, having memorized the list in order for this exact moment. Knowing you, you’d forget something otherwise, and you nearly do.

“Got it. And Yachi told you about the stoplight system?”

“She didn’t really need to,” you admit, a bit quieter. “I’ve got it.”

“Good. Shimizu, Yachi, if you’d get her ready? Ladies first, and all.”

Wordlessly, they descend on you. You were expecting… you don’t know. Not the sudden press of lips, familiar from an hour or two prior, against your own, or Shimizu’s arms so quick to drape over your shoulders from behind. You press your lips back against Yachi’s insistently, perhaps a bit excited, perhaps just trying to get yourself into the right headspace before you think too hard about the twelve guys currently watching you be sandwiched between the girls or Shimizu’s delicate fingers unbuttoning your top.

Your head spins with it already—Shimizu’s perfume, Yachi’s chapstick. Shimizu’s hand pushing your hair out of the way, her lips attaching to your neck gently. “You didn’t mention anything about marks in your limits,” she mumbles against your skin as a little whine escapes you. “Can we take that to mean it’s okay to mark you, or should I be careful?”

Yachi pulls away a bit, and you chase her lips. She pushes you back with a giggle. “She asked you a question.”

“Oh. Right.” You blink owlishly as you play back the question in your head. “Uh, yeah. I mean—it’s—it’s fine.”

“Are you sure? A few of the guys are not going to let up if they know that.”

Despite the exhibitionist dream going on right now, you don’t quite have the strength to admit that you quite enjoy the marks, actually, so instead: “I’m sure.”

“Alright.” Then, both pairs of lips are back—suckling your neck, kissing you until you’re out of breath. There’s no hurry, none at all, and you barely notice when your top is discarded completely, barely even notice the chatter of the guys bickering—when you strain, you just barely figure out that they’re deciding something about who gets a turn with you when.

You try not to shudder too hard at the thought.

Yachi slides a hand up to your bra and underneath it, rolls a nipple between her fingers. Shimizu follows up, finds your wrist and guides your hand beneath Yachi’s waistband to palm at her heat. “Have you ever…?”

You part from Yachi again, shake your head, eyes half-lidded and head swimming as you look up into the gym lights. “Hadn’t gotten the chance before—before today,” you admit.

She huffs a gentle laugh in your ear. “I’ll teach you, then.”

Her hand slides up your thigh, up your skirt. Yachi crawls into your lap, arms around your neck for stability as Shimizu’s fingers find your cunt, already wet. “It’s not that different from taking care of yourself,” she murmurs as two delicate fingers, too pretty to be where they are right now, stroke your slit. “Follow my lead, okay?”

You nod, whining when her fingers find your clit.

She teaches you in gentle, fluttery strokes. You lose track of it all quickly—your fingers buried in Yachi, thumb dancing over her clit as she leans over your shoulder to kiss Shimizu. You find it’s not that hard to adjust, and with every breathy gasp you draw from Yachi, you’re well rewarded by the slender fingers pumping into your cunt.

Needy and slipping into the mythical subspace you’ve only had the pleasure of reading about, you lean forward to plant your lips on Yachi’s neck. “No marks,” she sighs to you. You whine and move on, not letting yourself linger long enough to mark her skin. Seeming pleased with your listening, Shimizu slides a third finger inside you, stretches you out carefully.

“You’ll thank me later.”

She works you up so easily. Is it because you’re pressed between two pretty girls? Is it the ravenous eyes raking over this scene? Or—

Her hand retreats too soon, just as your hips had begun to really move with the friction, and you whine.

“I promise you’ll get there. Just hold on for now, okay?”

You nod, pouting at having been edged, and focus on the way Yachi writhes on your lap.

She’s close, too, you realize.

“So pretty,” you whisper in awe at the look on her face: eyes closed, head tilted back, lips parted just slightly. “You’re so pretty.”

Ah. Clearly she likes the praise, because she flutters around you. You work her more urgently, the wet squelches from your fingers buried in her joining the hushed moans and sighs of the team watching. When she cums, it’s a soft, quiet moan that you could honestly get used to hearing. Her walls flutter ceaselessly around your fingers as she leans down and kisses you again, and you’re sure not to stop until she slumps a little, though, truth be told, your wrist is already sore.

When she climbs off your lap, legs a bit shaky and a sweet, dopey smile on her face, she backs away, exiting the fray entirely. You nod in understanding. The goal, as she’d made very clear, is to make everyone cum at least once, and she’s gotten her fill. Shimizu takes your chin in her hand, tilts your face so she can kiss you, too. After a moment, you pull back. “Um—can I… my wrist… I don’t think I can…”

God, you’re already stupid. By the time you’ve gotten to everyone, you’re gonna be completely brainless, aren’t you?

She nods, helps you out of the chair only to sit you on your knees in front of her, having taken her place. She’s sweet and perfect on your tongue when you eat her out, paying careful, deliberate attention to her clit, and she instructs you in a low tone as she pets your head. It’s a blessing to be between her thighs, a blessing for her to be the first girl you’ve ever eaten out, a blessing to be allowed to draw a quiet moan from her when at last she cums on your tongue.

“Good,” she murmurs to you with a smile when you pull away, cheeks and chin wet with her slick. “I think you’re ready for us to pass you off. Will you be good for them, too?”

You nod, smiling dreamily. She looks over your shoulder and nods before standing and straightening herself out.

Three of your loyal watchers step forward. Seems like the seniors get you next.

You sit nervously, wait for… orders? Guidance? Anything?

You feel like you’re being circled by sharks, honestly. One of said sharks laughs, angelic, and you yelp when Suga’s hands come to rest on your waist. When had he joined you on the floor?

“You’re already tense again. Come on, relax a bit, [name].” His thumbs rub soothing circles into your hips. “See, Asahi’s gonna get nervous, too, if you act like that.”

Daichi pushes Asahi forward, a stern look on his face. Suga pushes you forward, too, until you’re nose to Asahi’s crotch and the prominent bulge in his shorts. “Go on. You took such good care of the girls, and it’s our turn now. Go ahead and open for him.”

You let your mouth hang open. You can be obedient. You can be good.

The bulge in Asahi’s shorts jumps a little as he looks down at you. You’re already deep in this, might as well go all-in—you paw at the waistband of his shorts, waiting for his nod of approval. When you receive it, you grab the shorts and his boxers and pull them down in one swift motion, swallowing thickly when you see the size of the thing.

If all the guys on the volleyball team are this hung, you’re going to be very, very sore in the morning.

You close your eyes, lean in. If you just keep your eyes closed, you don’t have to think about the guys watching you with varying levels of interest, don’t have to think about performing. You stroke him at the base, take as much of his cock into your mouth as you can handle. He lets out a soft groan as you begin to bob your head, and again you feel those hands on your hips. You let Suga do whatever it is he’s planning on, which is how you find your legs being spread a bit, your hips lifted just slightly only for someone—Suga, presumably—to slide his head between your thighs.

There’s a huff of a laugh against your pussy, and you try your best to keep up with sucking off Asahi as you’re yanked downwards to rest on his face. Asahi’s hot on your tongue, and Suga’s tongue is hot on you when he finally lathes his tongue over your sex. Your moan comes out muffled, cutting off into a squeak, almost a gag, when Asahi’s hips buck in response.

A murmured apology, a ruffle of your hair. The gentle affection has your heart and your walls fluttering against your will—Suga pulls away to laugh at you. “She liked whatever you just did, Asahi. Just so you know.”

You whine, roll your hips down in hopes of keeping him from saying anything else incriminating. He punishes you with a harsh suck of your clit, and the three of you fall into a nice rhythm—you taking Asahi’s cock as far into your mouth as you can handle, Suga fucking you on his tongue.

“S-so pretty,” Asahi murmurs when you dare a glance up at his face. He’s been watching you work him intently, sighs and groans filling your ears to let you know you’re doing well. You clench around Suga’s tongue at the praise, go back to work as you dip your head deep. When Asahi cums, he’s low and loud, and you greedily drink up the cum that hits the back of your throat. You’re not far behind, thanks to Suga, writhing on top of him as he forces you to stay seated on his face.

Asahi backs away. Suga slides out from underneath you, moves around to your front to kiss you softly. You shudder at the taste of yourself on his lips, shiver when his tongue slips into your mouth. Against your lips, he mumbles: “you could probably use a little rest already. You’re being really good, you know?”

Daichi chuckles darkly. “Oh, come on. She’ll never be done if we keep letting her rest.”

That’s the only warning you get before your skirt is tugged off. You’re left in nothing but a bra as Daichi begins to slide his fingers between your lips. “You’re doing great. Yachi said you were on birth control—I can assure you everyone here is clean, and she also said you’re okay with no condoms, but I want everyone to hear you say it, if that’s true.”

You whimper. You’re too sensitive for this right now, still shaking from your first orgasm of the night, but his fingers won’t stop moving.

“Well? Yes or no? Don’t make me ask you a third time.”

You gasp—his middle finger dips into your hole, just enough to make your hips buck. “P-please, I—I can—no condoms, please,” you nearly sob, hoping in vain that your bowing to his request will get you some respite.

“You’re so mean, Daichi,” Suga tuts.

You let out a sigh of relief when his fingers leave you, but then you’re being bent over and something hot and thick is sliding through your heat.

“S-sensitive,” you whine out.

“I know,” he replies, and then he’s pressing his way inside you, stretching you out, and you’re letting out a loud keen into the gym. He sits inside you a moment, gives you just long enough to adjust to the stretch before he’s moving. “You really worried us, you know. Do you think it’s polite to disappear without a word all week, [name]?”

“N-no, I’m sorry—“

A single harsh thrust. You cry out. Suga, ever-helpful, kneels down in front of you to give you his lap to rest on. Ever-obedient, you reach out and begin to palm the bulge in his shorts. He takes the chance to unclasp your bra as Daichi sets a slow, almost conversational pace.

You pull Suga out of his shorts, rest your head on his thigh. Focus on jerking him off as Daichi’s pace picks up from slow to harsh. “It’s nice of you to apologize. Don’t do it again.”

“I-I won’t—ah—“

The slow, lazy kisses you’ve taken to pressing against Suga’s cock—pretty and long—don’t mesh well with the bruising grip on your hips, the sharp snap of the captain’s cock in your pussy as he fucks you out. You cling desperately to Suga, jerk him off with no real rhythm as you struggle to take the abuse to your still-sensitive cunt.

By the time Suga’s cum shoots in ropes across your cheek, you’re close again, and Daichi isn’t letting up. “You want it inside, pretty girl?”

“Please,” you whine.

“Good girl,” he croons, and that sends you over the edge a second time, too fast—the fluttering of your walls drags him over with you. Suga takes the chance to stroke your hair almost lovingly as you’re filled up with hot cum, and you whimper as Daichi pulls out of you.

Five down. Nine to go.

You think they might kill you before the night’s over.

They really don’t let you rest—before you even process the retreat of the seniors, three more have stepped forward, and from the corner of your eye you notice the seniors holding back two guys in particular.

(“Dude, it’s our turn—“

“She can’t handle five at once. We already decided before this that you two get to go after them.”)

Ennoshita’s cock hangs heavy in front of you, and with a whimper, you drag yourself to sit up and take it in your mouth. He laughs softly. “You got used to this quickly. Look at you, you’re a mess.”

You’re not really willing to reply to that. You’re so far past embarrassment—if he’s trying to embarrass you, all you’re getting is a surge of heat low in your stomach all over again, as though your body could possibly handle any more right now.

There’s a nudge at your side, someone’s hand sliding up your arm and bringing you to take another cock in one of your free hands. A glance—Kinoshita is on one side of you, Narita on the other, and you are more than happy to take care of them, lack of coordination be damned.

“Take your time,” Narita says in a low voice. “I get this weird feeling the other two are not going to be very gentle with you when they get a turn.”

You shudder, moan around Ennoshita’s cock at the thought. His hips roll into your mouth, and you shoot him a pleading look. You weren’t particularly trying to send him any hints, but he takes some sort of hint anyway—his hand tangles in your hair, really expertly, actually, and he takes just a little bit of the load off you as he begins to fuck your throat, slow and easy, so you don’t have to keep track of getting off three at once. You relax your jaw, let him work, almost enjoy yourself as you twist your wrists around Kinoshita and Narita’s cocks.

Ennoshita is careful with you. Forceful, sure, but careful. You could gag on him—easily, if that was what he wanted—but he never makes you take him too deeply, simply enjoys the feeling of your mouth, your tongue, the way you’re completely lost in your little initiation. As his pace begins to stutter, you try to bob your head with him, unpermitted by his grip in your hair. You’re fully under now, head caught in a delicious space you’ve never quite experienced. Floating, really.

He pulls you off him firmly. “Color?”

You let out a little half-whine, looking up at him with lidded eyes and a quizzical head tilt as you try to remember what the fuck he’s asking you through the fuzz.

“Mm?”

“Damn, she’s totally lost.”

“Think she’ll be okay? Should we—“

A little panic surges in you, and you jolt forward as you finally process what he’s looking for. “G-green! Green. I’m green.”

He nods. “You’re sure?”

“Mm. Floaty. But green.”

“Good. That’s a good girl. You’re gonna keep being good?”

You reply with a whine, a tug forward in hopes of giving him the message to put his cock back in your mouth right now.

He gets the message.

The two in your hands tumble over the edge first, and you moan as you feel them paint you with their cum. You might like being taken advantage of like this. Ennoshita isn’t too far behind. He spills into your mouth with a groan, untangling fingers from your hair and smoothing it down gently. Before he backs away to let the next guys have their way with you, he leans down, keeps an affectionate hand on top of your head. “Good luck.”

“Mm?”

He backs away without explanation, and before you fully process it, you’re being pushed into a new position on your hands and knees. “Finally,” Noya groans from behind you, hands groping your ass almost reverently. “You’re being so good, it was so hard not to come take you while the others were busy with you.”

A whine. You’re more or less losing your ability to speak, between the soreness building in your jaw and the cotton in your head. Something bumps against your pussy, and you flinch with a whimper.

Tanaka is in front of you, watching your face carefully as Noya’s hands roam your body from behind. “Still good, [name]?”

You nod.

“Good,” he says, and then there’s yet another cock in your mouth. You’re starting to lose count. But, hey, Tanaka’s dick is an effective gag to keep you from getting too loud when Noya slides into you with an obscene squelch.

“There you are,” he groans, grip bruising-tight on your hips. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

Tight and sensitive. Noya isn’t particularly thick, but at this angle he’s already pressing against a spot soft and delicious in your cunt. Fuck, he hasn’t even moved yet and you already feel dangerously close.

You rock your hips back against him, desperate even as you take Tanaka’s cock as deep into your mouth as you can manage. You get barely any movement before Noya takes the hint, and then one hand is holding you steady as he snaps his hips, sharp and hard, into you. The other sneaks around, finds your clit with ease and begins to frantically torture it. You cum hard and fast around him, and he lets his head drop backward with a groan, not stopping even as you struggle to hold yourself up and take it.

It’s all so much. So much. So much—

You barely manage to bring a hand up to finish Tanaka in your mouth, desperate to have just one less thing drowning you, and lucky for you, it works—he grits out praises as he spills into your mouth, strokes your hair as you swallow as much of his cum as you can handle.

With your mouth free, Nishinoya pauses just long enough to pull out and flip you onto your back. “Your knees are starting to hurt, right?” he coos, cock throbbing against your entrance again. “But you’re doing so well.”

You whimper. It’s all you still know how to do. He takes in your body, chest heaving and tits shaking from exertion, and slides a hand up your side, pausing to tweak a nipple. Your back arches. “God, you’re perfect. Are your tits always this sensitive, or do you just like being watched?”

“Al-ways,” you moan out, voice broken. His eyes are ravenous as he takes you in, like he doesn’t know where to look.

“Oi, Noya, you’re not the last one that gets her today. Go ahead and fuck her already.”

He doesn’t need telling twice. His arms are shaking as he pins you down by the wrists, shaking as he plunges into you all over again.

Noya is brutal. Dimly, you have the thought that you understand why they held him back as long as possible, though you think it might have made things worse. He leans down, lips against your neck, and groans when you immediately clench around him. “Your neck, too?” he hisses out.

You nod, barely able to catch your breath or un-fuzz your head long enough to talk.

“Fuck,” he breathes, taking the time to suck a few marks into your throat.

“Please,” you whine in reply. That’s all it takes for him to sink his teeth into a soft spot on your neck, and then you’re cumming again with an actual sob as he cums inside you, the second time someone’s cum inside tonight.

Nine… ten? Down. You can’t count anymore. He pulls out of you, lathes his tongue over where he’d bitten you, leaves you laying there to catch your breath.

“Need a break?”

You shake your head, not even bothering to check who’s asking you.

A laugh. “You sure? You look a little dead.”

One eye opened lazily. Yamaguchi. “Can take it,” you slur out. You’re utterly boneless. Exhausted, really. But you’ve got… a number more to get through, and fuck it, you’re in way too deep to give up now, and Yamaguchi’s looking kind of delicious, and—

Next thing you know, you’re slumped between him and Tsukki, one in your ass, the other in your cunt, you openly sobbing as Tsukki hisses condescension in your ear, fingers in your mouth to keep it open while they split you in half—

(“How is she even alive right now? I don’t think any of us made it through the whole thing without a real break.”

“We’re keeping her. We have got to keep her.”)

Next thing you know, you’re jerking Kageyama off onto your face, tongue lolling out to catch every drop of cum you can—

(“Genuinely impressive. Are we sure she’s never done this before?”

“Dude, I’m serious, what do we have to do to get her to come every time?”)

Next thing you know, Hinata is thrusting into you at blinding speeds, and you’re cumming again, moans more like broken sobs—

(“I mean, she keeps saying she’s good, and she’s almost through…”

“She’s just having a good time. Probably been dreaming about something like this since before she showed up for her ‘article’.”)

There’s a few expectant looks as you lay there at last, thoroughly fucked out, unable to even think about moving as the TV static in your brain begins to finally fade out.

Holy fuck.

Are you done? That was the last of them, right? You’re done, aren’t you?

“Now, now, [name],” Tsukishima says, and his tone has you whining. That was everyone. You’re done.

“The rule was that you have to make everyone cum before you’re done,” he explains, like you’re five or something.

“D-didn’t… didn’t I…?”

A few slow shakes of the head from a few guys.

“You’re here, too.”

Your blood runs cold.

“Noo,” you whine. “Can’t.”

“You can’t?” Tsukki crouches down beside you. “You’ve made fourteen people cum tonight, and you’re giving up now? What happened to the slut we’ve been watching all night?”

“Can’ttt,” you repeat, new tears already forming. How many times have you cum already?

He sighs. “You’re really not serious about this, are you?”

“No, I am, I-I—“

“Then you can make yourself cum one last time for us to see.”

You whimper, limply bring a hand to rest between your legs. Should’ve brought a damn vibrator.

You work yourself up as fast as you can handle, cup one breast in your off hand to roll your nipple between your fingers. Slide two fingers in and shudder when you find the mix of cum there.

(“It’s just mean making her do it herself after all that.”

“If she can actually cum again after all that, I don’t even know what to say.”)

Technically, you could probably get away with faking it. …probably. But, well…

The little competitive bitch in you wants to prove them wrong, and, hell, you’ve already put on a show for everyone here, right? So you get into it, best you can. Roll your hips weakly against your hand, sigh and whimper at just how much this all is. Rub your clit as fast as your wrist can still handle, actually fucking thrash as you fall over the edge one last time.

You blacked out.

That, at least, you can figure out. You’re being held against one of any number of potential muscular bodies, cradled, really. Like you’ll break or something.

“How long do you think she has to be out before we call someone?”

“Don’t,” you groan. “’M alive. Barely.”

Fucking hell, your throat is dry. You open one eye to peek at Suga, who’s already got a water bottle ready for you. It’s Asahi holding you, and he shifts to let you tilt your head back as Suga tips the water bottle into your mouth.

Someone is wiping the worst of the cum off you with a damp rag. You squirm, whine as they clean you up. Drink like you’ve spent the past six months in the desert.

“How’re you feeling?” Yachi asks sweetly. Ah. She’s the one cleaning you up.

“Gooood,” you slur out. “Tired. Sore. Don’t wanna be a good girl for the next twennyfour hours at least.”

She laughs. “You know you could have taken a break, right? You didn’t have to get everyone off in one go.”

You simply groan. In the background, a few of the previously unaccounted-for guys are cleaning up the mess where you’d been laid out on the floor. Someone taps something against your lips. You accept it, mostly out of laziness. Sweet. Crunchy. Chocolate-covered pretzel. You wonder if you can get them to move your jaw for you.

“Do you still want to come back after this, [name]?” Shimizu asks.

You nod. Accept another pretzel. Snuggle into Asahi’s arms. You think they picked him for cuddle duty because he’s got good arms. “’Sgood. ‘Mgood.”

She laughs slightly. Drapes something over your naked body.

A black jacket, reading Karasuno Volleyball Team.

“Welcome to the team, then,” she says, tilting her head with an ethereal smile. You blink blearily. Smile back.

You cannot fucking wait for their next match.

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newtthetranswriter · 6 months ago

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'WTF is a Shobio?'

Paring: Keishin Ukai x Gn! Reader

Summary: You need Keishin to tell a couple of the volleyball boys something, only he does not understand the weird nickname you have used for them

A/n: So I recently need to make some fake texts for an upcoming fic I'm working on, and figured why not dip my toes into the smau style of writing. I'll admit this probably isn't the best, but I'm still learning so any tips are appreciated. Credit to @yunwangja for coming up with Shobio (if you want me to untag you, just let me know). Anyways Enjoy and as always remember to hydrate or diedrate.

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sawamiyukiss · 12 days ago

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Kiyoomi Sakuza: Blind Date

When Motoya sets up Kiyoomi on a blind date, Kiyoomi is determined to hate the date but he actually ends up enjoying your company. Too bad he can't let Motoya have this win over him. Motoya: 1 , Kiyoomi: 0 Ao3 version

When Motoya first brought up the idea to Kiyoomi, he felt his brain short circuit. A blind date? No, thank you.

But Motoya knew Kiyoomi since they were children, and he knew Kiyoomi was anything if not prideful. All it took to convince Kiyoomi to go on the blind date was to hint that he would have to let his mom know how antisocial he was being in college. So Kiyoomi agreed simply to appease him. He would not, however, enjoy the date. Not at all.

Despite not wanting to be there, Kiyoomi arrived fifteen minutes before the agreed time and reserved a table for the two of you. To his surprise, you arrived shortly after he had sat down.

He would not admit this to anyone but he found you quite charming. You were surprisingly easy to talk to and had more in common than he thought you would. You shared a passion for self discipline and enjoyed being introverts on your time off. When you told him you were also majoring in finance he wondered why he had not seen you around the college campus before.

For the next two hours you comfortably jumped from topic to topic together, and when the waiter brought out the bill to Kiyoomi he couldn't stop the disappointment that bubbled in his chest.

Blind dates were not Kiyoomi's strong suit. Admittedly, this had been the best date Kiyoomi had ever been on. Not that he went out often, but every now and then he found himself attempting to join the dating scene.

When Motoya asked him the next day how his date went, Kiyoomi turned to him and curtly said "I don't think we'll be seeing each other again." Despite wanting the exact opposite. He would never admit to him that he enjoyed himself immensely. No, his cousin would never let him live that down.

And so Motoya took the hint. As did you, when Kiyoomi did not reach out to you after your date. Kiyoomi's busy schedule with the volleyball season in full swing and the countless assignments as the semester rolled out distracted him from giving you a call. And when he didn't initiate a follow up after the first date, you took that as a sign to not pursue.

It wasn't until weeks later that you two saw each other once again. In the middle of the frat party your friend insisted you go to, you spotted a familiar face.

Ignited by the alcohol in your system, you approached Kiyoomi. He stood in a corner of the low lit room nursing a red plastic cup.

"Hey, you look like you're having fun," you teased him lightly as if the past few weeks of radio silence on his end hadn't been confusing to you.

"Oh" was his only reply. He seemed shocked to see you there. Shocked to see you talking to him at all. He had meant to call you back, he really did. He wanted to explain himself and apologize, but the words died on his tongue.

"You here alone?" you don't know why you continued to offer him an easy way in.

He shook his head at your words. "Motoya's somewhere around here. And you?"

He wanted so badly to continue the conversation. Seeing you again had reignited the feelings he tried to deny himself. He wondered if meeting again at this party was his second chance.

You beamed at him, eager to continue the conversation. "I did see him in the kitchen not too long ago! I'm actually waiting for my friend, she-"

In that same moment, you received a text: Hi please don't be mad at me but I can’t make it tonight. Rain check?

Kiyoomi sensed the change in your mood and was desperate to see you smiling again. Before he could even offer any conversation to you, Motoya's voice boomed from nearby.

"Hey you two! You found each other!" Motoya beamed. "Still looking for your friend?"

You grimaced, "No she won't be able to make it. I was actually thinking of heading back to my dorm before it gets too dark."

"That's no fun! You should hang around with us, we can walk you back home at the end of the night!"

You hesitated and turned to look at Kiyoomi for assistance.

"You should stay," he offered.

His answer surprised you. It seemed to surprise him too, just how much he meant it.

Your heart did a flip. His did too. He wondered if you could hear how fast his heart was beating out of his chest.

You smiled at him shyly, "Okay I'll stay."

Maybe Kiyoomi would never admit it out loud, but it was obvious Motoya had won after all and he didn't mind it one bit if it meant he got the second chance to continue getting to know you.

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sodaneko · 7 days ago

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NIGHT SHIFT ; Iwaizumi x gn!reader

where it's you, your downstairs neighbor Iwaizumi & your cat

contains: gn!reader (no pronouns used, no gendered pet names, no physical descriptions), socmed au, neighbor au (bit of biker au too whoops), strangers to lovers, two very mildly suggestive slides (10 & 11) but otherwise pretty much pure fluff, iwaizumi the man that you are

a/n: downstairs neighbor iwaizumi wouldn't leave my mind so here we are. i really wanna write more smau oneshots they're so fun to make. also can you tell i'm ovulating bc i'd never look at jpgs of irl men otherwise lmao

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koushisbabie · 2 years ago

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where were we?

imagine! Tsukishima x reader

summary: you and Tsukishima are studying, but little do you know, he is crushing mad hard on you...

genre: fluff!

word count: 1.5k

It’s late, and the library is quiet save for the occasional page turning and the gentle scratch of pen on paper. Somewhere there is a clock ticking faintly. You rest your head in your palms, eyelids threatening to close with each minute that passes.

‘Oi.’ A sharp tap on your forehead brings you to focus, and you snap you attention to your companion. ‘Don’t fall asleep.’

Tsukishima pushes his glasses up and fixes you with a stern look. ‘You’ll get drool all over your workbook,’ he smirks.

‘It must be almost midnight,’ you say, searching for your phone, ‘shouldn’t we call it a night? I don’t know how much more I can take.’

‘Is that so?’

‘We’ve been at this for hours,’ you whine, ‘I need to rest.’

‘You’ve barely touched your textbook,’ Tsukishima points out. He turns back to his own book, content with his progress for the evening.

‘But I’m tired…’ you yawn. ‘Just a little nap, five minutes, I promise,’ you say, cradling your head on the tabletop. You close your eyes to Tsukishima’s annoyed expression. ‘Just five minutes.’

Minutes pass, and you are well passed out. Tsukishima takes a moment to look at you, really taking in the sight of your hair sprawled around your face, soft and messy, never staying in place for too long. Your eyelashes pretty and delicate against your cheekbones, the smattering of sunspots evident across the bridge of your nose, proof that you do in fact go outside from time to time. Your mouth is slightly open, the gentlest of snores escaping between your lips. You looks peaceful, he thinks, how tired you are from doing next to nothing today, he cannot reason why. Rolling his eyes, he places his large hand on your head, gently patting your hair like he was patting a sleeping cat.

The blush that crept across his cheeks grew too warm and the fluttering in his belly too active for his liking. He glances around, brows furrowed in annoyance, thankfully, no one was watching this play out.

‘I guess there’s no harm in it,’ Tsukishima mutters. He pushes his seat backward, stretching his legs. He heads outside and down the stairs to the vending machine.

Fresh air is a welcome sensation, the crisp taste of the nighttime cool against his heated cheekbones. It has not been long since he began feeling oddly self-conscious around you, wondering whether you actually enjoy his company for him, or whether you are just bored of your own friends. It might as well be clear that you are not using him as a tutor since you just fall asleep during a study session. For a time, he actually thought you hung around him to get closer to Yamaguchi, believing he would be a better match for you then himself, but even when Yamaguchi was not around, you spent time with Tsukishima. He even began checking his hair before he left the bathroom, sometimes even twice. In class it was hard to focus, every time you raise your hand, your voice rings out with a tentative answer, Tsukishima’s belly does flips, fighting the urge to swivel in his seat and stare at you. It was bad enough that he stole glances every now and then, much to Yamaguchi’s amusement. It only took Yamaguchi nudging Tsukishima’s arm and winking in your direction for him to click onto the fact that maybe, just maybe, he likes you more than just a friend.

Tsukishima shakes the thought from his mind, his cheeks that had only just returned to normal are blushing furiously again. ‘Tch,’ he rolls his eyes, ‘what am I supposed to do with this?’

The vending machine hums quietly beside him, emitting enough glow to attract moths that flutter around Tsukishima. He presses some buttons and feeds several silver coins into the machine. The drinks thud into the reception and with a small sigh, he makes his way back up to the library where, he discovers, you are still sleeping soundly.

The tiniest drool glistens on your hand, Tsukishima notices as he pulls out his chair. He places the drinks loudly on the table, the vibration enough to wake you from your slumber.

‘What happened?’ You ask, your voice husky from sleep. You look at him with wide eyes, and his heart skips a beat.

‘Nothing,’ he says, quickly looking away, ‘here, caffeine.’

‘I’m not sure it’s a good idea to have caffeine this late,’ you say hesitantly.

Tsukishima shrugs. ‘Don’t finish this chapter then,’ he says nonchalantly, ‘and I’ll drink both.’ He follows this with a small smirk.

You grimace, cracking open the drink and taking a sip. You wipe your mouth on the back of your hand. ‘Fine, you win,’ you say, smiling at him. ‘Thank you.’ You lick your lips with the tip of your tongue. Unaware that Tsukishima is watching you with eagle eyes, wondering how soft your lips would feel against his neck. His face warms, and he shifts in his seat nervously.

You lean over the table to peer closely at his textbook, a clear view down your shirt the further you lean toward him, your face dangerously close to his. ‘Now, where were we?’

Tsukishima falters, the blush threatening to creep across his face again, but he quickly covers it up as he pushes his glasses up. He glances from your chest to your lips to your eyes, wide and wondering. It would only take a second to kiss you, he thinks, but how perverted would you think he is, staring down your shirt and then kissing you out of the blue, and during a study session! But then, you might like it, you might melt into his grasp… Or you might push him away, disgusted by his advances, ‘We’re just friends, what the hell are you doing?’ Your voice rings in his ears.

‘Tsukishima?’ You say, hesitantly. Your brows furrowed with concern, your perfect pout pink and so close to him. ‘Are you okay?’

He tries to push the thought from his mind, clearing his throat. ‘Page eighty-seven,’ he murmurs, averting his gaze. You frown slightly, blush dusting your cheekbones. You linger for a moment too long, and he glances back at you, meeting your eyes.

How long had it been since he first saw you? When you were dashing through the corridor, late for your club activity, and bumping into him, apologising profusely. The day you asked him to check over your homework before you handed it in, he looked at you with narrow eyes, ‘you’re the one who ran into me, aren’t you?’ he had asked, ‘are you late to hand in your work as well?’. To which you had replied with something witty, but he could not remember what, he was busy trying to figure out what colour your eyes were. The next time he had seen you was when you volunteered to help Yachi take photos, and you waved at him wildly from across the court, distracting and earning him a few suggestive winks from his teammates. You always did that, distracted him when you moved to his class, when you continued to show up with Yachi, and when you started studying with him.

Every time, he found himself drawn to you – and he never wanted to admit it, but here he is, staring wide-eyed at your pretty face, your sweet breath just inches from him, alone in the quiet library on a normal Wednesday evening.

Fuck it. Tsukishima’s hands cup your face, bringing you closer to his, and bridges the gap. Indeed, your lips are as soft as he had imagined, and as warm as he had hoped. His chest is hammering hard, and he is sure you can hear it.

You seem to have frozen, he realises, and he pulls back sheepishly.

‘I, uh,’ Tsukishima blushes, brows furrowed, looking for an excuse. It is not every day he gets embarrassed, but he has done it now, he thinks. ‘Sorry, I don’t –’

‘You don’t what?’ You ask quickly. ‘You don’t like me?’

Tsukishima’s eyes widen, his heartbeat in his ears. ‘That’s not what I was going to say,’ he says, eyes narrowing, he pouts.

You search his face, his skin a pretty, pink blossom. ‘You do, don’t you?’ You grin.

Tsukishima scowls, unsure how to react, and nothing witty comes to mind. Never in a million years did he expect to be confessing during an interrogation. He rolls his eyes.

‘I knew it,’ you say confidently. ‘No one blushes like you do around me.’

‘Oh, shut it,’ Tsukishima says, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

‘Make me,’ you say, smirking against his lips.

author note: a little drabble, hope you enjoy!

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yatsurinamikaze · 8 months ago

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Into the Fire (Mafia AU!)

Yakuza! Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader

Summary: Your asshole of an ex breaks up with you out of the blue. Fortunately, your brooding mysterious new neighbour becomes a welcome distraction. What happens when you realize you’ve left one nightmare, only to fall into the arms of something far more dangerous?

Chapter 1: A hard day’s night.

The night is still. Too still. The kind of silence that presses on your ears, leaving nothing but the hollow echo of your own thoughts. The cab slows to a stop at the curb, its headlights briefly illuminating your house, casting long shadows across the lawn. You pay the fare without a word, stepping out into the biting cold. Pulling your sweater tighter, you wrap your arms around yourself, warding off both the chill in the air and the one creeping into your chest.

As you walk toward your house, the faint sound of footsteps breaks the silence—slow, deliberate, boots crunching softly against the damp grass behind you. Your stomach knots. You turn sharply, eyes widening, heart racing for a split second before recognition hits you.

“Oh God, Kiyoomi,” you exhale sharply, the words coming out harsher than intended. “You scared me.”

He stands there, cloaked in shadow, dressed in his usual black. His hands are shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket, and his mask—always that mask—conceals most of his face. But you know him well enough by now. You can feel the weight of his gaze, dark and unreadable, boring into you.

“How did it go?” His voice is low, controlled, betraying nothing.

Your throat tightens, and the familiar sting of unshed tears prickles behind your eyes. But you won't cry. Not here. Not in front of him. You respond sarcastically, “Went just peachy.”

For a second, it seems like you'll hold it together. But that feeling lasts only a second.

“And humiliating. And shocking,” you add, voice cracking as the anger rises, bitter and relentless. You can’t stop now, the words spilling out faster than you can control. “What did you expect, Kiyoomi?”

“Y/N—” he starts, his tone steady, almost soothing, but it only fuels your frustration.

You throw his own words back at him, a vicious mimicry of the conversation that took place a few nights ago “'Do you trust me, Y/N?' You asked me that. And like an idiot, I said yes.” You laugh, the sound hollow, bitter. “God, I’m such a fool. And you are such a liar.” Your voice is raising with anger, as you go on, venom dripping from every word. “Oh, and apparently a killer, a drug dealer? That’s quite the resume you've got going there for yourself.”

Sakusa’s expression remains unreadable, though something flickers behind his eyes. He steps toward you, slowly, like he’s trying not to startle a wounded animal. “Y/N, I moved into this neighborhood for—”

“No,” you snap, shoving him back with both hands. “Don’t. Just… stop, Kiyoomi. Stop!” He doesn’t resist, letting you push him, though he hardly budges.

You take a breath, forcing yourself to step away.

Your voice drops, low and strained, thick with the ache you're trying so hard to suppress. “If you keep talking,” you whisper, “you’re going to warm your way back into my heart. And I can’t—” You swallow hard. “I dont want you near my heart…ever.”

You turn abruptly, fumbling for your keys, forcing yourself not to look back. The door swings open with a sharp creak, and you slam it shut with a finality that echoes in the night.

For a long moment, Sakusa just stands there, staring at the door. His face is blank, his eyes shadowed, unreadable. He blinks slowly, as if trying to make sense of what just happened, then exhales, his breath fogging the air in front of him. Without a word, he turns and walks away, his silhouette disappearing into the darkness.

Inside, your back hits the door, and the tears finally spill over. You slide down to the floor, burying your face in your hands as the sobs wrack your body, the weight of everything crashing down around you.

Let me know your thoughts! I have the storyline plotted out but will only write if you guys are interested. Let me know in comments!

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arcreactordreams · 1 year ago

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"Im so sorry to bother you at home"

Starring: Nishinoya Yuu

Sypnosis: He has been trying to hit on you subtly for quite a few time, but he has grown a little more determinate now.

Request: Hello! Could you please write a Nishinoya x female reader where she’s seen by everyone as a serious, menacing person, when in reality she’s really just socially awkward and dense? Nishinoya tries hitting on her doing the usual tricks like flowers and bears and pick up lines but she’s just confused. Finally he just becomes more direct with her and honest and slowly she falls for him too? I’m sorry if it’s a bit too detailed and it’s okay if you don’t do this haha it’s been at the back of my head for a while

A/N: This one was so cute to write!, i tried to be really quick making this but the inspiration came to me like a thunder and here we are. Remember i use she/her in this fic.

Nishinoya Yuu. The thunder of the Karasuno team, always so energetic and kind, oftenly called delusional by his feelings towards Kiyoko, little did they know that it wasent a crush, he admired her and by that her personality and how she acted; But he liked you, he admired you and wordshipped the very floor you stepped on.

His tries were almost pathetic, sure he could tell Kiyoko anything btu it was different when it was you, he shacked and mumbled like a little kid inlove everytime he crossed any words with you. Everyone could tell but some way you didnt; Not even the flowers he gave you, little gifts he made for you with his own hands (which were a cute detail since he isnt pretty good with manualities) But from time to time his friends started to see that there was no response tho this little acts.

"She doesn't like you and she's acting like that to decline your feelings nicely" He heard one of them said, his heart ached but then Hinata spoke answering to the previous person, his words were filled with determination and his obvious spark that always bringed hope to everyone. "And what if she isnt?, she could see it was a friendly gesture. Nishinoya haven't talked about his feelings openly to her"

Hinata had a point, Sugawara and Daichi agreed, yes Nishinoya and his friends could think those hints were obvious enough to tell that he was completely head over heels inlove with you. But they know him as a friend and since pretty long time comparing to you; They weren't you and that meant they didnt feel or thinked like you.

He planned his confession, would you like something big? the whole school knowing?, No, it will make you agree by social pressure, Did you liked him enough to say 'Yes' without much people knowing? Oh God.

It was 6PM on a friday. He can remember it vividly, his steps were hard on the floor and his fingers were digging into his shirt and on the little box he held, his palms sweated and his face was red; He knocked at your door. After a few minutes you opened the door.

"Hey, im so sorry to bother you at home" he started as he saw you, his face blushed and his cologne was subtle as always. "I know that this might be hard but... I dont know what to say" he started panicking.

"I like you a lot" He finally stated after a sigh, his gaze fixated on the floor, the blush on his cheeks made him look heated, his breathing was heavy and his mind was longing and pleading for an answer.

"Are you being serious?" You spoke, a hidden tint of amusement in your voice, his feeling were glowing as he answered "Of course i am, why wouldnt i? i like you so much" He said as he took another step, reflecting his mind and then doing the opposite and stepping back, he didnt wanted to make the situation awkard, he just wanted to finally be totally sincere with you.

little did he know you liked him aswell, but oh lord he is the happiest man alive.

"Hey, i bringed this for you too" He said as he smiled at you, more confident and smug after your answer, handing you a little figure you have been longing to have since quite a few time. He buyed it for you since the first day you mentioned it but he decided to wait untill the ocation was perfect, and sure it was.

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woncheolisms · 2 years ago

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Praise (Atsumu x reader one shot)

Summary: Atsumu won’t stop complimenting you, always telling you how beautiful you are. You think he’s full of crap.

Pairing: Miya Atsumu x reader

Word Count: 1,829

Warnings: Fluff, Suggestive language, swearing

A/N: Okay, first Atsumu one shot, finally. Hopefully yall like it!

Your short huffs and the click, click, click of your heels were the only sounds on the concrete of the parking lot as you made your way to your car. The night air was particularly still today, causing you to build up a sweat within minutes of being outside. You fumbled with your tiny purse to pull out your keys, settling into the driver’s seat before sighing and letting your shoulders slump. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back against the seat, feeling your lips turn into a frown.

This did not go how you thought it would.

Your date was nice enough. He was kind and asked all the right questions. He hummed in all the right places and told you enough about himself and his life to get you intrigued. You were feeling very happy with how the night was progressing. You were sure, positive, that there would be a second date. How could there not? You both were vibing like crazy.

It seems you had completely misread him though.

Right outside the restaurant, just as you were about to suggest you two go for a little walk and continue talking, he had raised a sheepish hand to rub the back of his neck, apologizing that you just weren’t his type. He thought he was being subtle when he looked you up and down as he said it, but you knew what he meant immediately.

He didn’t find you attractive.

If this had been a few years ago, you would’ve been crushed at the thought. But you were no longer the timid girl from high school anymore. You were a grown woman with a good career. Things like this didn’t faze you much now. You were more annoyed than anything else at having wasted your one free night on something like this. Dating wasn’t something you were particularly interested in at this point in your life, not when you had finally started settling in at your job. And the thought that tomorrow at work a certain blond setter would ride your ass until you told him how the date went made you scowl even harder.

Sometimes you wondered if Atsumu had ever heard the word ‘professionalism’ in his life. He sure as hell didn’t show it. Especially when it came to you.

You had joined MSBY as their brand new manager seven months ago. You had been slightly timid at first, and way in over your head, having to manage a V1 Volleyball team right off the bat. Combine that with how hyper some of the members could be, and you had the perfect recipe for chaos. At that time, you hadn’t anticipated that these boys would become some of your closest friends. And you couldn’t have ever dreamed that Miya Atsumu of all people would be the one you’re most fond of.

Atsumu loved to claim that you had caught his eye as soon as he saw you, boasting that he had seen your potential and that you would be sticking with them for a long time. He had been right, of course. MSBY was notorious for going through managers like they were candy. No one stuck around after the first month. Except you, and Atsumu liked to think it was because of him.

True to his nature, he had flirted with you endlessly since you joined the team. If it wasn’t corny one-liners that showed you just how much of a dork he was, it was stupid and sleazy innuendos that made Sakusa groan and glare at him in distaste every time. Nothing deterred Atsumu though. He was hell bent on reminding you that you were the ‘prettiest manager we ever had’. And he thinks it’s because he made you feel so welcome (his words not yours), that you had stuck around for so long.

You didn’t have the heart to tell him that his incessant flirting had actually made things much more difficult for a while.

It was Atsumu who had hyped up the prospect of you going on a date. He had ranted and raved that your date was a ‘lucky son of a bitch’ and how you would blow him away the minute he saw you. He had gone on and on until you were red in the face and scolding him to stop and get back on the court to practice.

You blamed him for your current predicament actually. No matter how much you ignored him or shot him down, his constant compliments had gotten to you. How could they not? You were still human, and Atsumu was, by your own admission, an attractive guy. Him telling you that you look beautiful more or less every day had given you this false confidence in yourself and that’s why you had agreed to go on a date in the first place.

(You knew your reasoning was a stretch. But blaming Atsumu felt good so you went with it.)

Your phone pinged, shaking you from your thoughts. You narrowed your eyes at the phone screen. Speak of the devil.

Miya: How’s it goin’? Ya gettin laid tonite? ;)

You rolled your eyes at the text. Thumbs typing a reply quickly.

You: Make me something to eat. Preferably ramen.

Miya: Aw no :( That bad?

You didn’t reply, putting the car in gear and heading over to your new destination.

……………………………..

A steaming bowl of beef noodles waited for you at the Miya residence, which you slurped down even though you had dinner not even an hour ago. Atsumu puttered around in the kitchen behind you as you half-focused on whatever volleyball game he was going through on the TV. You had hiked your dress up to your hips, Atsumu’s gray sweatpants covering your legs. Your hair was pulled into a messy knot on top of your head to keep it off your sweaty neck.

He finally sat down next to you with his own bowl, and the sounds of slurping and gulping overtook the thumps and cheers coming from the screen in front of you. For a minute, you two basked in the silence.

“So what happened?” He asked with a full mouth, voice slightly muffled. His eyes were still focused on the screen before him.

You sighed and chewed. “He said I wasn’t his type.”

Atsumu rolled his eyes at that and made a face. “‘Course yer not. Yer way too much for him ta handle.”

You gave him an offended look. “Huh?”

Atsumu nodded. “I mean, look at ya.” He gestured vaguely with his chopsticks. “And in that dress? Phew.”

You rolled your eyes. “You always do this, Miya. You always say all this mushy crap. This is all your fault.”

That made him pause, wide brown eyes looking at you. “Ha? How is it ma fault? What did I do?”

You glared down at your bowl as you thought of your next words. “You always talk about how beautiful I am,” you cringed. “Saying all these things to make me feel confident. Then I talk to an actual guy and realize you had built me up for nothing.”

Silence filled the space between you two as you stuffed another generous helping of noodles into your mouth, glaring at the TV and trying to ignore Atsumu’s stare on the side of your head as he set his bowl down on the coffee table.

“Okay, first of all, what do ya mean by ‘actual guy’?” He pouted in indignation, crossing his arms. You nearly snorted at the image. “Second, I never lied to ya! Not once! Well-” he stopped abruptly and pursed his lips in thought. “That dress ya wore for Bokuto’s birthday last month was fuckin’ hideous but-”

“Hey!”

“But that’s the dress’s fault, not yers!” He finished loudly. “I mean, ya still looked fuckin’ gorgeous-”

“Stop-” You held a hand up, placing your bowl next to Atsumu’s before frowning at him. “That’s what I’m talking about. Why do you keep doing that?”

He let out a frustrated huff. “Ya think I’m lyin’? Ya think yer not pretty?”

You shrugged. “I mean, I’m okay.”

Atsumu was already shaking his head at you, still scowling, his arms crossed. You trailed off and stared at him. It felt like you were being scolded like a child.

“I wouldn’ lie to ya, Y/N.” He said quietly. “Ya gotta be one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever seen. Like for real.” He ruffled his hair a bit, sighing. “That jerk made ya get all insecure ‘bout yerself. I gotta fix this.”

You could feel your neck heat up at his words, looking back at the TV when the sight of him became too much. This is exactly what annoyed you about Atsumu. He was too blasé about saying this stuff. He came off as so intimate at times, his words crossed so many boundaries. He didn’t even realize how much you were affected by his bold remarks, especially when he was sitting right there before you, in a black tee that stretched just right over his chest, and shorts that showed off his gorgeous thighs-

You closed your eyes and breathed deep and thinking about his words. How the hell was he going to “fix” this?

You nearly yelped out loud when you felt something soft make contact with your lips, eyes popping open to comprehend that Atsumu, your annoying, volleyball-playing, smirking, rowdy, smoking hot coworker was kissing you, placing a hand behind your head so you wouldn’t pull away, moving his lips over yours so deliciously it made your breath stutter and your eyelids flutter shut, until you were giving in and kissing him back. Your heart was beating a mile a minute, feeling yourself melt when Atsumu thumbed at the corner of your jaw, tilting your head so his mouth fit against you better. Your hands remained frozen in your lap, unable to move in case it broke the spell over you two. You let him guide the kiss, reveling in how soft his lips felt and how good he smelled so up close.

It felt like it was over too soon when you separated with a last, loud smooching sound that made your cheeks flush. Your breaths mingled, Atsumu not pulling away more than a few inches. You looked into his wide brown eyes, saw how his pupils dilated, the red that was creeping up from his neck to his ears.

“Ya believe me now?” He muttered, staring directly at your lips with a look so heated that it made your insides squirm. You hummed.

“I think,” you sighed. “I think I’m going to need a lot more convincing.”

He smirked at that, a teasing glint entering his eyes as his lips met yours again, harder this time, more sure, pushing forward until you were falling back into the plush cushion beneath you and his massive frame was hovering over you, the sounds of the TV completely ignored in the background.

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